King Dong - The Awakening (End)

Duane flicked the light on in his car and whipped down the visor, smoothing some errant tufts of fur atop his head, and he inspected his teeth by making a wide smile. Then he breathed against the back of his wrist and sniffed his breath. None of it was really necessary. He’d had a shower and brushed his teeth again right before leaving to come here this evening. And yet, even though he was more comfortable around Travis than anyone else in the world, he couldn’t help but make sure he was making the best possible impression. There was a strange and unfamiliar kind of anxiety that came with being around a person who actually cared about him -- a not entirely unpleasant kind of anxiety, if that was even a thing.

He stared into the mirror for a moment, his movements slowing, and he took a deep breath.

“It’s alright”, he said quietly. He dried his slightly sweaty palms on his pants and then repeated himself. “It’s alright”. But the tension in his heart remained defiant.

He flicked off the light, flipped the visor back up, and opened his door, feeling a rush of the night’s cool air against his body. The big and bulky gorilla rotated on his seat and hoisted his three legs out of the car with a grunt of effort, rolling his body forward to climb out, and squishing his car’s suspension down on one side in the process. It was a little too small for him, but it was reliable. Just like his boyfriend.

He plodded towards Travis’ house, two bottles of wine hanging from between his fingers on one hand -- one of them sweet, one of them stronger. With his other hand, he messed his hair up a little, suddenly worried that he looked too neat. And then he knocked on the door twice. He could hear the thuds from his knuckles echo through the entire house even though he’d meant to knock softly.

“It’s open!” called a voice from inside, carried upon a musical and feminine lilt.

The gorilla twisted the handle and entered, crouching slightly to sink under the top of the frame. He stepped into the orangey candlelight and warm scented air of the house, and closed the door to the cruel outside world behind him. Immediately around him was one big open room, a combined living room and kitchen with a little study alcove in it, where his sweet raccoon was currently sitting at his computer.

The pink raccoon paused and beamed a smile at him for a moment, eyes creasing happily between black stripes of fur and behind his thick light blue-framed glasses. “Well hello there handsome stranger”, he said smoothly.

Duane smiled back and took a breath to speak. For a moment he considered what to say -- what to call him. Honey? Sweetie? Baby? They all still felt uncomfortable in his mouth. Having someone who cared about him was still something his wounded soul was getting used to. Settling on baby, but doubting himself at the last moment, he said, “Heyb…” in return.

The raccoon smirked at him and flicked a wrist towards a big leather couch in the middle of the room. “Si’down! I’m just… finishing something, gimme a sec”, he said, his eyes returning to his monitor while he hastily typed something out on his keyboard.

The couch let out a hiss of air as the gorilla gently lowered his weight onto it. He placed the two bottles of wine on a coffee table in front of him and rubbed his fingers together to disperse the lingering chill between his fingers. Then he took a deep breath, trying to relax in the quiet calm of the raccoon's house.

There _was _something very comforting about the place. Maybe the main reason was simply because everything was so _Travis _and nothing was more comforting to the gorilla than his boyfriend. All his posters and paintings and decorations were stylish and neat but bold at the same time, many of them warm tones of pink or orange, and put in places that seemed like the only right place they could ever be. It was the house of someone who was very particular and calculated about their belongings, but for a good reason, because they knew what they were doing.

It was… a pleasant place to be. Very unlike the dilapidated house he’d grown up in with his brain-fucked parents, or the share house he cohabitated with drug addicts. Here, things felt… like they weren’t on the verge of collapsing around him?

The gorilla’s back slapped back against the couch and he tossed his hands up in surprise when a little white cat jumped up onto the couch next to him with a sharp prrrrrr! Its body went stiff and it leant back on its legs as it looked at the large gorilla.

“Be nice to Duane, Silk”, Travis said in a stern voice, not looking away from his monitor.

The long-haired pet plodded towards the big male tentatively and sniffed at his arm with a head that jolted back and forth, leaving a tiny little wet mark on the arm of his t-shirt from its nose. The gorilla raised his arm to give it a gentle stroke down its back, and white strands of fur came loose and accumulated around its tail with each pat. The cat stiffened its legs and rubbed its cheek against the gorilla for a moment, and Duane smiled, right before it flipped around mid-air and swiped at his arm, hissing. When he pulled away in surprise, the cat bolted off the couch and disappeared somewhere.

Travis smacked a final few keys on his keyboard and then stood up. “Don’t mind her”, he said, walking towards the gorilla. “She’s sweet once she knows you, but until then she’s a bitch”.

“I guess she got that from you?” Duane said.

The raccoon giggled, crawling into the gorilla’s embrace on the couch and sitting in his lap, legs spread wide. “I suppose so”. He cupped the ape’s face with both paws and leant forward to kiss him on the nose. Duane rested his hands on the twink’s hips, and they begged him to let them wriggle backwards and squeeze that perky ass, but he cruelly held them in place. “I hate to be a terrible fuckin host”, the raccoon added, “but is it alright if I go have a quick shower?”

Duane looked at the slender boy’s exposed midriff and mourned how sad it was that he couldn’t keep eyes on that beautiful body. “If you want to be cruel to me”, he said with a heavy helping of sadness.

“Oh don’t give me that”, his boyfriend scoffed. “Especially since you obviously had one right before you came here”. He ran his hands through the gorilla’s hair and messed it up. “Mister damp fur. If you’re all freshened up for the night’s activities, it’s only fair you let me”.

The gorilla’s heart lurched in his chest. “I suppose I’ll allow it”, he said jokingly, though there was an anxious stuttering to his breath.

Travis crouched down and nuzzled their noses together. “I don’t think you’ll regret it”, he said with a wink. And then he turned around to leave, swishing his hips and stroking the gorilla’s neck with his tail as he walked away.

Duane watched Travis and his round ass walk away, and the gorilla squished his thighs together to comfort the straining meat that throbbed between them. Neither of them had _specifically _said what they wanted to happen tonight, but between the teasing words and sensual gestures and suggestive innuendo all week…

God, it was actually gonna happen. All his life he had been running from people who only wanted that from him, but he felt comfortable enough around Travis to actually want it himself from the raccoon. The thought of that slender little body against his own… urrrgh…

Though, he still had to endure the hungry meat stiffening inside his pants, stretching out the fabric next to the leg it was squished against, until his boyfriend got out of the shower… so he stood up to distract himself by looking around Travis’ house.

Now that he thought about it, there was a curious feel to the raccoon’s house. Every decoration spoke to the boy he knew with its overall aesthetic, and yet, there was nothing blatantly personal to be found anywhere in sight. No photos, cards, letters. Nothing with his name on it. If any of the ornaments had a personal connection with the raccoon, it was a secret one. That said, it didn’t really bother Duane. He hadn’t seen the raccoon’s bedroom yet, and those kinds of things might be in there.

Nnngh, seen his bedroom yet? His mind flickered with images of what he might do with that sexy little thing in a bed. His chest ballooned until he let out a nervous sigh.

His head was swimming with lustful thoughts until, the next step he took, he stumbled over Silk. As Duane caught himself from falling over, the cat screamed in offense and scrambled away, leaping onto Travis' desk in a flurry of flailing paws, knocking the mouse off the desk to dangle by its cord and sending the raccoon's headphones clattering against the floor as it hid behind all the electronics.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm sorry!" the gorilla groaned as he cautiously plodded over to try to shoo the wide-eyed cat out of the precarious place. As he rounded the desk, he noticed that Travis' monitor was still turned on, and the screen was still lit. His dark eyes were drawn to the screen for a moment.

In the middle sat a window that said Waiting for background programs to close. And under that was listed just one program.

KD Project.doc

The words had barely even registered in his brain before he had smacked the escape key on the keyboard. Were the impact of hitting the button so hard and suddenly not still tingling on his fingertip, he might not even know it was him who aborted the shutdown. His body had acted out of an old, reinforced instinct he had learnt long ago -- one that had served him well in the past.

Yet, in his mind, he knew there was no reason to be concerned now. He still had a faint smile on his face, even, because he was so happy right now.

But… there was now an old, scared part of his mind that urged him to check. Just for reassurance.

The screen brightened and revealed a little dialogue box in front of a word doc. Do you want to quit without saving changes?

Again, his body moved through little urging of his own. He scooped the mouse back onto the desk. Silk watched him warily from underneath a second monitor, eyes wide and bright like headlights in the dark.

No.

A newer, younger, more fragile part of his brain scolded him, telling him It wasn't right to snoop like this. And, maybe if he hadn't had his entire life upturned once before when he looked at his father's computer as a teenager, he might have closed it down without looking. But that was not the life he had lived, nor the lesson he had learnt. Now that the question was in his brain, he needed an answer, even though he was sure it would be a mundane one. Just a quick peek. That would be enough.

At first, he was met with what looked like just a blank document, because all he saw was a white page. But then he noticed a scroll bar at the side, and realised he was at the bottom of a very, very long document.

As he scrolled up, he realised it was so much more than just a document, though.

It was a… dissertation.

With all the research and detail and obsessiveness of the most dedicated doctoral student. Organised under headings and dates and bullet points with links to different sections and hyperlinks to websites and other folders on Travis’ computer.

And the topic was Duane.

All the air in his lungs, all the happiness in his heart, all the life in his body was sucked out in an instant. The suspicious and doubtful part of his mind that had been gently coaxed out of the cockpit and into a little cage burst free from the bars now, laughing and taunting him.

He didn’t have time to read it all -- to do so would take hours and hours. But skimming through, with trembling hands and darting eyes, he quickly got the picture. Every single encounter they had ever shared was dated, documented, chronicled, planned, and dissected afterwards. Remember, be casual. Be aloof. Act like you don’t even care about his cock, read the pre-meeting dot points. Where Travis had learnt about Duane’s interests, he’d added them to a checklist to make sure he was listening to similar music, watching the same shows, learning the same hobbies.

He used to have short hair. He had grown it long because he found out Duane liked feminine boys. And all of his girly clothes were new, Duane could tell, because the raccoon had researched and picked the perfect items, and Travis noted that his old stuff, jeans and jackets, needed to be thrown out. Even the glasses were an act -- his eyesight was fine, but he thought the gorilla would find them cute and make him more approachable. He had moved classes to match Duane’s timetable where he could, and changed topics so they could work on projects together.

It was more than obsessive. It was… disturbed.

The gorilla’s bulky chest shuddered as he took what felt like the first breath in minutes. Yet, he didn’t stop to fully feel the impact of this new knowledge. He couldn’t. But, even as his heart splintered into pieces, he couldn’t stop looking. And it only got worse.

He started following some of the links.

One of them took him to a Furbook page dedicated to King Dong. It wasn’t unlike many of the others the gorilla had seen, with posts between members trying to concoct ways to exploit the object of their fixation, updates on his movements and behaviours, and sneaky photos of him. But Travis wasn’t just a member. Logged into an anonymous account, he was the administrator.

Another link took him to a folder, and in that he found the original files for the hurtful posters that popped up around his university and fanatical letters that were slipped into his locker.

Worst of all was the link that took him to a folder of files and videos, hundreds of gigabytes large, containing what appeared to be every single item of media containing Duane that had ever appeared on the internet against his will. Not just from his adulthood, but those taken by other students during his adolescence, and even the ones his parents had taken of them molesting and raping him during his childhood.

The gorilla had lived his entire youth as a victim, and as an adult, he had learnt that he needed to shield himself from harm. Despite this, he had let one person through his armor, through his clothing, through his skin and flesh and bones, to wrap himself around Duane’s heart. To discover that, from the very beginning, it had all been just another sick and twisted scheme…

He was numb. He wasn’t crying or cursing. He wasn’t even shaking anymore. He was just…

Dead. A part of Duane was gone now. It was the _good _part, the part that had held onto hope for joy and happiness and love through all the suffering he had endured, and against all the odds. But as soon as it was gone, he could hardly remember what it had been, or what it was like to have that as a part of his soul.

This was too much. It broke him. And as the remaining pieces of his wounded mind started to piece themselves back together again, they arranged themselves in new, necessary ways -- ways to protect himself once and for all, ways to cope with the unbearable disappointment clawing at his sanity.

When he heard the shower turn off down the hallway, the gorilla found himself on the couch. He didn’t remember coming over here from the computer, or sitting down. Yet here he was, sitting still, waiting for… something.

After a while, Travis sauntered back into the room again. The gorilla looked up at him to see the raccoon saying something, but the words shattered against his ears before he could hear them. The twinky boy crawled onto the couch and snuggled up next to him, nuzzling his muzzle against the gorilla’s neck and hugging the gorilla’s body against his own, which was slightly cool and damp from the shower.

“You left your computer unlocked”, someone said out of the gorilla’s lips. It didn’t feel like Duane anymore. It felt like someone else, someone who was somewhat like him, but… different, rearranged. Someone the world had been raising ever since he was born, alongside him, grasping to get out, but just a tiny bit out of reach.

It called itself KD. No, Kadey.

“I found your files”, Kadey said in a voice deeper than Duane’s, but lighter and less burdened, free from anxiety and pain. “I read your little dissertation”.

Against Kadey’s arm, the raccoon grew still and quiet, his skinny chest no longer rising and falling with breaths.

The gorilla flopped a big strong arm around the smaller boy and stroked him gently, the way one might reassure a frightened little child. “It was impressive”. He paused, a calm smile forming on his lips. “You’re a sick little fucker, huh?

Travis’ chest filled deeply once more before he exhaled slowly. “I… don’t have to be”, he said. His voice was, for once, not smooth and silky and confident, but rather, uncertain.

“And what the fuck does that mean?” Kadey said, though there was no anger under the words, just a mere… amused impatience. He cocked his head with exaggerated curiosity and frowning eyes.

The raccoon slunk forward and grabbed the bottle of sweet wine from the coffee table by the neck. Slowly, thoughtfully, he unscrewed the lid, then brought it up to his lips to gulp down a few mouthfuls. Afterwards, he wiped a trickle from his chin with the back of his wrist, and then he looked at the gorilla. Behind the frames of his fake glasses, his gaze had summoned a kind of resolute courage, and his voice firmed up.

“So what if I made it up, Duane? Every relationship starts on a bunch of fucking lies. We all… pretend to be things we aren’t to impress someone we like. We…” His voice broke into a quiet groan and he shook his head briefly, throwing his head back with the bottle to his lips again, drinking until he had to gasp for air. “Chicks pretend to care about sports and dudes pretend to give a fuck about reality TV to get into each other’s pants. People pretend to like the other person’s parents even if they really wish the old fucks would fall down some stairs. They put on makeup or fuck with their hair and wear their best clothes and suck in their guts and…” The words poured out of his mouth until he ran out of breath, and as he caught it, he looked back at the gorilla. His eyes were steady. He believed what he was saying. _This _was how he had justified it all to himself, Kadey realised. “So what if it’s a lie? It’s a lie I’m happy to live. And you’re happy with me, aren’t you?” His tone didn’t suggest a sincere question, but rather a rhetorical one he felt he already knew the answer to.

Kadey tried to stifle a grin that threatened to explode across his face. Not because Travis’ words had moved him at all, but because he just found it so… funny. He could hardly believe that brains could do such warped things, which was more than a little ironic right now given his own existence. There were many things he could have said right then, but he chose to remain silent instead, wishing instead to see what the sinful little twink said next out of sheer curiosity.

Soon breaking under the weight of the uncomfortable silence, Travis grimaced and said, “I’m sorry I hurt you. But we… do have a good thing, right? You have to admit that parts of it are good at least. I can… change some things and do some things differently”, he said, studying the gorilla’s face in particular during the last sentence, perhaps trying to discern whether or not the gorilla had discovered some of his most heinous behaviours like the posters and letters. “But, there’s no reason we can’t forget about what’s happened, and keep on doing… this”. He placed his paw atop the gorilla’s hand, and squeezed it gently.

Fucking hell, Kadey thought. Was that really how much Travis respected poor Duane? As he looked into the raccoon’s earnest eyes it took all he had not to break into laughter. Yes, it really was. This little _creature _really thought that Duane would be happy partnering with an entirely concocted individual. Maybe the raccoon wasn’t wrong in thinking that a fake boyfriend was the best that Duane could ever do, given that the world had proven itself to be full of nothing but disappointment. But Kadey was feeling quite secure in the belief right now that no boyfriend was better than a made up one.

He wasn’t quite sure how this new arrangement was going to work with Duane -- what exactly _he _was, and how long he would be at the surface for. But while he was in control, there was one thing he knew with absolute certainty. If Duane was going to keep getting himself hurt, he needed someone to look after him. And Kadey was absolutely not going to let Travis hurt him again.

He cupped the raccoon’s chin with a big black hand and angled it towards his own face. Leaning closely enough to press their noses together, the gorilla asked, “Do you want to fuck me?” Travis’ eyes widened, but before he could respond, Kadey added, “And I’m asking you. Not your made-up psychotic bullshit”.

Travis’ lips trembled, and his chin vibrated in Kadey’s strong gasp, but eventually, predictably, he gave a little nod.

Kadey grinned widely, eyes glinting. With no hesitation he threw the raccoon onto the couch, sending the twink’s bottle of wine spinning and spraying across the floor, and knelt over him. He gripped inside Travis’ collar with his big hands and ripped the raccoon’s shirt apart in one movement.

“Duane! I-I never th-thought you would…” the raccoon stuttered.

However that sentence finished was moot, because it wasn’t Duane doing this at all. Regardless, Kadey drank down the sweet sight of the coon’s eyes as they bulged with shock, before tugging his own shirt off over his head, and unbuckling his pants. For all the little fucker’s planning and scheming, he had probably never predicted this would happen if his dirty little secret came out. There was probably a lot about tonight he had failed to predict. “Take off your pants”, he ordered.

Slowly at first, as he climbed his way out of confusion, Travis undid his own pants and slid them down to his knees, squirming and groaning with difficulty given he couldn’t move very much with the gorilla on top of him. Inside a pair of thin pink briefs was the coon’s straining boner with a wet spot at the top, pretty big for a raccoon his size. Given how much Duane had thirsted over the boy’s body, it surprised Kadey now just how little interest he actually had in Travis’ body. Though his gargantuan dick throbbed, it was in anticipation of other things.

With a lack of ceremony or anticipation entirely unbefitting the labour and time Travis had spent striving for his penis, Kadey pushed his pants and underwear down together and, with a grunt of effort, tugged the fleshy monster up and out, letting it flop down on top of the raccoon’s body with a heavy wet thud that knocked the air out of the little thing.

“Oh… God…” Travis groaned with a strain in his voice, his attention entirely captured by the fat dick lying along his body from his pelvis to his chin. Trembling hands slowly reached through the air to stroke it in adoration, rubbing along the contours and thick bulging veins of the dark flesh as though he were worshipping a sacred relic. In response to his soft touch, Kadey’s gigantic meat throbbed, arching in an upwards curve that lifted his thick foreskin-wrapped head off the raccoon’s body as it pulsed with blood, before slapping back down against his chest between each throb. Staring at the gorilla’s dribbling dick slit inside the wrinkled opening to his foreskin, he mumbled, “I… guhh… so… hhhgggg…”

“Roll over”, Kadey said bluntly.

“Whuh?” Travis panted in a daze.

The gorilla snatched up one of the twink’s skinny little arms and wrenched him around onto his tummy, shuffling backwards on his knees so he could lift Travis’ tightly clad ass into the air a little, though he had to hug his own cock against his torso to prevent it from pushing the raccoon back down again under his weight. “Take these off”, he ordered next, pinching the band of underwear up before letting it snap back against the coon’s hips.

Eagerly, the slender boy reached back and fumbled to grip his pink briefs and tug them down, exposing a couple of soft and squishy butt cheeks and a tiny glimpse of his tiny hole between them. His tail flopped left and right happily as he wiggled his hips slightly, but it stopped when he suddenly blurted. “W-wait! You don’t think you’re gonna… you’re not gonna… put it _in _me, are you?”

Kadey snorted dismissively, “That would kill you”. He leant forward, and with a gentle hand, brushed back the coon’s black fringe so he could see Travis’ face. Some of the unease faded from the twink’s face and he smiled softly. His tail started to flop around once more. “Of course not”.

The gorilla smiled to himself too. It felt good to be the one lying for once.

“I dreamt about this for so long”, the raccoon panted, turning one eye back to look at the gorilla with his head kinked to the side against the couch. “Duane, I promise, I’m gonna make you feel so good… hffffff. You won’t regret this”.

Shuffling back on the couch to put the length of his dick between the two of them, Kadey slowly lowered his hefty meat down until it wetly kissed the top of Travis’ crack, and then further down until it lined up with Travis’s hole, and then… stopped.

Very slowly, with an upper lip curling to show his teeth and a voice layered thick with darkness, Kadey said, “Duane doesn’t need you anymore. He has me”.

Whether it was the third person phrasing or the implication itself, Travis’ body tensed slightly. “Wh… Dua--”

At first, Kadey’s precum-sloppy cock head smushed against the raccoon’s tight hole and Travis gasped, his slender body stiffening in shock. But it wasn’t even a second later before his gasps turned into screams.

Kadey pushed his way-too-fucking-big cock forwards, and the gorilla’s furious grip around Travis’ hips was so strong as to make the raccoon an immovable object. And so, even as his ex-boyfriend’s asshole clenched impossibly tight in sudden shock and pain, his monster penis still took the path of least resistance. His foreskin collected in slippery, wrinkly layers around the tight coon’s opening as his cock head itself pressed forward, stretching the smaller male’s hole just wide enough for the tip of his head to enter.

Even with a miniscule amount of his massive penis inside the femboy, tears were streaming down Travis’ cheek and glasses, and he wailed urgently, “Stop! Stop!” while his little paws scrambled to pull himself away from the huge male.

“Save it”, Kadey sighed. “I’m doing this for Duane”.

Travis’ eyes sparked with utter bewilderment. “Wh-what are you-- Guhhhhhhhhrrrgh!”

But before he could react any further, Kadey gripped the coon’s hips with one hand and his massive rod with the other and brought them together with all the force he could muster. And a gorilla his size could summon a lot of force.

It was one long, steady, deadly thrust that came next. Kadey’s thickening cock head stretched Travis’ hole to its limit, and then far beyond it. When that muscle gave way amidst a piercing wail of agony, the gorilla’s rolls of fleshy foreskin squelched _inside the raccoon’s broken hole. Reaching forward to grasp the small male with both hands to steady the little fucker’s flailing limbs and trembling body, he pulled back hard while cramming his cock in deeper. He felt a growing _squeeze _around his fat head until with a _crunch _and a _pop, the raccoon’s pelvis broke apart and Kadey’s dick plunged deeper with a jolt. The twink’s legs stopped struggling and fell limp, and the gorilla gripped one with each hand and used the floppy limbs to pull Travis even further onto his dick, while the raccoon let out a hoarse scream.

Organs were pushed apart by Kadey’s deadly dick, bulging through his pink-furred skin, but other guts and insides had nowhere to go, straining and stretching until they ripped and tore to make way for the unstoppable monster forcing its way deep into the twink’s body. The impossibly big and fat schlong sunk deeper and deeper, disappearing between Travis’ painfully spread cheeks and ripped hole, through his ruined guts, and into his chest, spreading apart his lungs either side of the gorilla’s swollen, throbbing, precum-spurting head. The lying fucker’s rib cage, too, was too tight to accommodate his dick, but against unrelenting force, bones started to snap and pop in pairs from the bottom upwards. As his dick moved ever deeper into places dicks weren’t meant to go, the shattered bones formed sharp points in the raccoon’s skin.

The heavy rise and fall of Travis’ chest from heaving breaths was now replaced with the throbs from Kadey’s dick. At this point, Travis was far beyond speech, and barely able to fight anymore, his body broken to pieces from the inside out by the cock he had dedicated his adult life to pursuing. But while he was suffering the consequences of his actions, Kadey huffed with increasing relief and pleasure above him.

Part of that was sexual. Having almost the entirety of his dick buried in something warm and wet and tight was something he had never experienced before, and it was an intoxicating feeling, especially as someone who very rarely got off at all. If this was what sex could feel like, he mourned that there was no way to experience it in a non-fatal manner. In addition, there was also something darkly gratifying about the struggling lungs slick with blood and precum caressing the gorilla’s sensitive glans, and the raccoon’s heart rapidly thumping against the fleshy underside of his cock like a slut’s tongue trying to coax an orgasm out of him.

But most importantly was the knowledge that he was achieving vengeance, justice, against this sick, twisted, insane little fucker -- a perfect representation of Duane’s lifelong suffering, a perfect conduit for everything wrong with the cruel world that he could channel all of his rage and disdain into as Kadey _killed _him. When he looked down at the weakly flopping and coughing and squirming raccoon, he saw not the boy that he had loved, but the faces of everyone he had ever hated. His parents, his family, his bullies, his teachers, his fake friends and fake lovers, all the people he had wished death upon. Well, now he was finally taking what he wanted from them, and punishing the worst of them all with no less than he deserved. And that was a very, very nice feeling -- one that soothed his heart and comforted his soul.

Who was Travis, anyway? If everything he knew about the raccoon was a lie, who was he even killing? Could it ever be wrong to kill someone who didn’t even exist?

He gripped the broken body’s separated hip bones and started thrusting. Hard and hatefully and ruinously. When he pulled his cock out of the crippled raccoon’s hole it glimmered darkly with blood, and when he slammed it forward again the coon’s head jolted back and a spray of blood erupted from his lips across the couch. Grinning wickedly, he thrust again and again, picking up speed and force. Red poured from the twink’s loose lips in thick spurts as the tremendous shaft plunging in and out him supplanted his insides and literally shoved the blood out of his mouth. His hands, which at first had struggled and fought, now wiggled and twitched helplessly. One pleading eye looked up at Kadey from his turned face, and the gorilla’s expression turned even crueller and angrier under its gaze. Rather than feeling mercy, he surged with an overwhelming desire to end this cunt.

With his mind swimming in thick liquid hate, Kadey fucked the slender whore as hard as he could, destroying him piece by piece with his huge and powerful dick and deep and hard thrusts, picking up in speed and energy while Travis suffered the opposite. Squishing against each other between broken bones and a mercilessly angry cock, the coon’s organs gave up and popped in wet warm bursts, his lungs crumpled upon themselves like deflated balloons, and his heart raced and raced and raced until, against Kadey’s stiff, throbbing cock head, the gorilla could feel it suddenly… stop. And when he looked at the raccoon’s eye, though it looked in his direction, it was looking through him. His hands lay still, and his ragged breaths were quiet.

“Fuh… Fuh… Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!” Kadey roared, and he lost control over his huge chubby-muscled body.

His melonlike balls tightened so hard in his hairy sack that he could feel them thud against own fat ass cheeks before they spasmed and gushed, inflating his shaft’s entire length like a long balloon, before his slit erupted with an endless stream of hot thick cum somewhere deep in Travis’ torso. His monster cock tensed over and over with his orgasm as gorilla babies flooded from his head, lifting the dead boy off the couch and into the air before slamming him down against the cushion again and again. As Travis’ head flopped up and down limply, spurts of blood and cum sprayed from his nose and mouth, and his pretty face slapped against the red-white puddle again and again.

Kadey collapsed forward on his elbows and knees, howling helplessly in pleasure as the bliss coursed through his huge body and burnt through his nuts and dong. He panted heavily for air as he struggled to hold himself up with trembling limbs, his lungs filling with the stenches of blood and cum mixed together. With his dark eyes rolled back in his skull and a mouth hanging open wide in perpetual ecstasy, his arms eventually surrendered to the endless pleasure of his orgasm and he collapsed on top of the broken meat-sack that used to be his boyfriend. His heavy weight forced a red-white geyser out of the coon’s mouth hole, sending it spraying across the table and knocking over the remaining bottle of wine.

And still he came, feeling not just unimaginable sexual relief as he emptied his swollen balls, but also the release of a lifetime of rage and hatred all at once. Panting heavily, sweating with exertion, and grinning and drooling and giggling to himself, he filled Travis’ crumpled body with more cum than blood.

It was minutes after his orgasm had ended before he was able to move a muscle.

With weak limbs, he awkwardly crawled off his dead ex-boyfriend, withdrawing his softening snake of a dick inch by inch, then wiping the blood from it with a nearby blanket. Pausing to catch his breath once more, he leant against the couch and looked down at the ruined corpse of what used to be Travis.

A trickle of disdain ran through his brain, but the furious hate and pain were sated and soothed. More than anything else, he felt an overwhelming sense of calm.

He stumbled over to fetch his bottle of wine and started drinking. He wiped down the rest of his body, fetched his clothes, and slid them over his sweaty body. And then he plodded over towards the door.

But he didn’t reach it before he paused next to a candle.

He nudged it closer towards the curtain and watched as the flame licked hungrily at the fabric.

Then, with a satisfied smile on his face and the half-empty bottle of wine hanging happily from his fingers, he walked out the door, though he left it open slightly for the dumb cat that had unwittingly helped him discover the truth.

Kadey walked past his housemates without a word when he got home, opting instead for a shower. As he washed swirls of red down the drain under hot steamy water, there was a lightness in his chest he had never felt before, and it was hard to stop smiling.

As he crawled into bed, the gorilla let out a peaceful sigh, and he interlocked his fingers over his chest as he looked up at the dark ceiling. Staring into the endless, unbroken blackness above, it was easy for his mind to wander. He remembered the sight of Travis, dead and broken, and smirked. He remembered how unfathomably good it had felt to cum inside of his body, and his heavy cock twitched between his legs, begging him for more.

And at the same time, he felt a scratching at the seams of his mind. An uncomfortable one that left traces of anxiety and fear where its fingers scraped.

Kadey frowned. _He _felt good, but there was no guarantee that _he _would be the one to wake up tomorrow. And, while there was no doubt in _his _mind that he had done the right thing… well, he wasn’t sure how well Duane would take to his solution.

He flicked on a light and pulled a notepad and pen from a drawer in his bedside table. Clicking the tip out, he scrawled the words, ‘You can stop wishing you had someone else now, Duane. You can stop worrying about finding someone who respects you. I’m here with you’.

He paused, and his eyes darted upwards in thought as images of all the other sluts who craved his cock entered his mind. He saw their hungering eyes and their fake smiles. They were heartless, hurtful creatures who would do anything to get to his penis, regardless of the misery they inflicted upon him. They deserved to die.

His cock throbbed in anticipation.

‘You have me now, and I’m gonna take care of us’.