Bad Porn: Chapter Two
#2 of Bad Porn
Okaydokey, guys. Chapter two! Took me a while, but I like the end product. Uh... Don't read this unless you've read chapter one, you won't get it. In fact, you still might not get it, even if you did read chapter one. If that's the case... then good. Mwahahah. Enjoy!
Breakfast that morning was delicious, as usual. Jillian never ceased to amaze Silas with her cooking skills, and that day was no exception -- Pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon were all laid out for the roo couple's enjoyment.
"Are you okay, honey? Your fur looks paler than usual."
Than usual? What was that supposed to mean? "No, I mean yeah, I'm fine. Could you pass the syrup, please?"
"Honey..."
"What?"
"The syrup is in your hand. Your plate's about to overflow."
Silas looked down. "Oh, fu-" As the roo righted himself, saving the syrup from running over the edge and onto his lap, he looked up to his wife, who gave him a disapproving look.
"Silas, I thought we agreed you wouldn't use those words anymore!"
"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"You know, right? Now eat your breakfast."
"Uhm... Okay." Silas quirked a brow at his wife, who furrowed hers at him. She was seeming awful bossy this morning...
"And I expect you to do the dishes this morning, too. And do them right."
"A-... Alright, I will."
The remainder of breakfast was quiet, the husband only looking from his plate on occasion, to find his wife staring him down every time. He finished quickly, and sat back in his chair, his eyes slowly making their way to look up... Sure enough, Jillian was staring him down.
"Aren't you going to clear the table?"
"I need to get ready for th-"
"Clear the table."
"But I don't have time..."
"I won't ask you again."
Silas froze, feeling a familiar sense of false logic filling him.
"Yes, mistress." Oh, no...
Colors faded away in the blink of an eye, and in another, he was on his hands and knees with a bucket and a sponge, in a dark, dank, fire-lit dungeon, stone floor, stone ceiling, the works.
"Yes, mistress, right away."
"Leave it spotless!" The crack of a whip, and a searing pain ripped through his back.
"Yes, mistress!" Silas took the sponge and scrubbed the floor relentlessly, scouring the floor for any stains, fearing -
The whip. Another burning slash in his back, and he let out a whimpering moan of "Shit!"
As he was clearing the table, he dropped the plate filled with syrup, and it crashed into several pieces on the ground, covering a large portion of the floor with syrup.
"Silas!" Jillian stood from her seat and placed her hands on her hips, pursing her lips at her husband in disgust. "You said sh... t!"
By now, the roo was cowering on the floor. "Don't hurt me, please..."
Jillian looked down at her husband in confusion. "Silas?"
"Please, mistress, don't hurt me..."
"Silas... I'm not going... to... hurt you...? Why would I hurt you?"
The kangaroo peeked through his fingers at his wife, who was looking rather disappointed, and crying.
"Jill? Jill, honey, I'm sorry..." Silas took a step towards his wife, extending his arms. But by now, Jillian was a blubbering mess of crying kangaroo.
"Why did you think I would hurt you Silas I would never think that of you what were you thinking do you still love me I still love you I didn't mean to do anything to make you think I would ever hurt you oh I'm so sorry Silas honey..."
/Oh... Damn, I hate it when she does this.../ "Now, now, Jillian, come on... I was just overreacting..." He took another step towards her. "I didn't mean to hurt you, give me a... FUCK!"
Silas stepped on a shard of broken plate, and Jillian flung the tip of the whip towards his foot. "Get a move on! They aren't going to lick themselves!"
"Yes, Mistress..." Silas got down on his hands and knees, and dipped his head down to lick at his... wife...?'s feet, dipping his tongue between each toe, cleaning them completely of the syrup...
"Silas, just what the heck do you think you're doing?"
"Hunh?"
"Most people use a mop to clean up kitchen floors..."
Silas straightened up, immediately spitting and scraping his tongue with his hands and teeth. "Yech! Pheh! Pew!"
"From asking me not to hurt you to licking the floor clean... Silas, are you..."
"No... No! I'm not... I feel sick..." He clutched at his stomach, and ran off to the bathroom.
----*----
"Yo, are you alright, man?" A short, gray-furred rabbit, clad in a nice pair of designer blue jeans and a neatly pressed blue-pinstriped white dress shirt waved his hand in front of Silas's face. "Hellooooo? Anyone home?"
"Mm?" Silas straightened up quickly on his barstool, and nearly fell off, if it weren't for the rabbit's hand steadying him. "Mm. Thanks, Micas."
"You look like hell, Silas."
"Why thank you, Mic."
"No, really. What's up, man?"
Well, it's not exactly a lie. "Wife's bothering me today." He took a hearty drink from his mug, letting the cool beer slip down his throat, almost without any effort.
"Oh, well I know exactly how that feels," the rabbit said, rolling his eyes sarcastically. "That's why you shouldn't have gotten married in the first place."
"Oh, shut up, that's not making me feel any better."
"Well what the hell, man? You two never fight, something must be really wrong. Are you still screwing?"
/Ahh, the benefits of having a shrink as a best friend.../ "Yes, if you absolutely must know, we're still screwing, and the sex is great."
"Alright, man. Alright... Lemme at least buy you another drink."
"Pssh. I'll drink as long as you buy." Silas drained his mug, and slammed it on the bartop. "You're rich, anyway."
"Aww, now... You'll get your break soon."
Silas scoffed, this time it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah, right. I need a real job, Mic."
Micas was unable to repress a grin as he patted the roo on the back. "You do have a real job, Silas."
"Thanks Mi-"
"You just suck at it."
"...Thanks, Micas."
Alrightythen! Chapter two's done. DON'T YELL AT ME! I promise promise promise the extra spoogy yiff is coming! I just want to build up the plot first! Okay, so please, leave comments, etc. at the door, thanks for reading!