Underdog 2
DISCLAIMER! Read This: This story will undoubtedly be too explicit for children to read. If you are under the age of 18, please navigate away from this page. This story contains adult language, adult situations, and a budding lesbian relationship.
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I gently tugged on the trigger, freeing the sear, and heard only a sharp click; weapons jam or weapons malfunction. Pulling on the charging handle, as tired as I was, I managed to clear the jammed brass free of the bolt and ejection port. As the shell casing clattered to the ground, I turned the rifle around again and took the barrel into my mouth; Sasha, by now, was looking right at me. When she figured out my intentions, she came running at me as hard and as fast as she could, shouting at me. I felt a sharp pain in my hands and jaw as she put her whole foot into the receiver, knocking the carbine out of my hand. I didn't move, but rather slumped down in a messy ball of pain and tears and blood.
She fell down beside me, wrapping her huge arms around me and burying my head in her shoulder. Holding onto me tightly, I felt a darkness collapse in around me as if to consume me completely; I felt hopelessness devour me. Whispering in my ear, she pleaded with me, "Baby, don't do it. It's alright now, we're free... things 're going to be changing for us now, for the better, I swear it". I cried into her ear, ever so tenderly, "All I know, all I've ever known, is how to be a prisoner and a slave; how will things ever change? I've ne'er been free, not in my whole life", she kissed me sweetly, smiling into my eyes. "I guess we'll have to teach each other how to live... we better get going, there's bound to be teams coming for us."
The ground escaped from below me as Sasha picked my comparatively small frame in her arms, and for the first time in a long while, I felt something I thought was dead to me; love. I curled up, holding my leg in place as she gently carried me along; every time I moved the slightest, a surging pain ran up my leg like a thousand knives. I cried, trying to muffle myself, every inch of the way to this bears cave. Finally, pain overtook my mind as I went limp in her arms, my head resting on her chest.
In my dream, I trembled as a nightmare gripped me. Something, perhaps, from my past; something I wanted to forget and had blocked out. I was carrying a shotgun, dressed to the nines in some heavy suit; I was walking amongst a mixed group of humans and anthros, moving as one unit. I was leading point, my scattergun at the ready, marching through a desert town in the middle of Gods nowhere. The town was dead quiet, not a soul moving about; looking at my hands, I could see a thick green plastic suit covering me. I couldn't quite remember what this kind of dress meant. Entering this home, an image flashed in my head before I woke up screaming.
I woke up, hours later, on the cold hard floor with a dull numbing pain throbbing away. Looking down, panicked, I saw my leg had been splinted already using seatbelts torn out of the bus and a shotgun; use whatever's available, right? I didn't bother to stand to go look for food, Sasha had left for me the carcass of a freshly killed rabbit. I didn't question it; it was food, and it was there.
She came running, asking me why I had screamed; I told her, of course, that it was nothing but a horrible dream. Tearing into the food, though, I couldn't get that last image out of my head. Every time I blinked, I could see it; every time I let my mind wander, I could see them. Bodies drawn tight, every muscle contracted; the spine curved backwards and broken at every vertebra. Their faces twisted and contorted, frozen in their last horrible moment of life. I knew, somehow, that they had died of suffocation; as this dawned on me, my mind began tripping over itself as diagrams, charts, and directions flashed across my eyes.
Looking up at Sasha, my lips moved on their own, "Chemical formula Carbon 11, Hydrogen 26, Nitrogen, Oxygen 2, Phosphorus, Sulfur. Liquid... Viscous like oil, pale colored. Take atropine, pralidoxime, and diazepam through injection directly to heart. Autoinjector supplied in kit. Boiling point, 571 degrees Kelvin." I shook my head, not knowing where all that had come from. Sasha knelt down in front of me, holding me tightly, "Something you thought best forgotten, love... is doing it's best to come back to remind you of something. But not now, love... not right here." She grinned at me, and I cocked my head a little wary of why she was giving me this odd look in her eye.
"We're married now, dear," she said, "I think that makes me a new husband... After all, you're the small little twig here." I just nodded, smiling up into her beautiful eyes. Staring into mine, she just laughed, "All this time, and I never noticed you had mix-matched eyes... That's kind of hot." Opening my mouth to speak, she gripped the back of my head and forced her mouth into mine so hard I thought she'd break my jaw off.
Pressing me to the floor, she gently took my clothes off and made sure to be cautious of my leg. I looked up helplessly, trying to figure out how to best handle this new situation. "Are... Are you sure?" She was taken aback, almost shocked. "Sure about what, love?" she asked, "That you... That you uh..." I looked away, ashamed, "That you want to be with something like me." Moving back, offended, she just looked hurt, "Oh baby... Yes, of course I'm sure. I ne'er was surer 'bout nothin' before." Lying back on top of me, she let her hands wander and explore my body.
One of her hands cupped my meager, tiny chest. At most, I hoped to be a C cup so she'd at least have a handful. Her other hand explored my cunny as she slipped a single finger inside of me; she stopped, suddenly, and pulled out. "Hun? Have... You've never had sex before, have you?" I shook my head; I was still a virgin. Her smile became a bit softer as she withdrew her finger from me, leaning in and kissing me again. "You know, the only reason I didn't take you the minute they threw you into my cell... is because you looked so helpless and cute, that I wanted to win you over... and now look, here we are."
Without another word, she pinned my arms down with all her weight and moved so her knees kept me in place. Sniffing her, I took deep her scent and gave in to her advances; as if I would have resisted. Placing my hands meekly on her hips, pulling her down onto my waiting tongue, I breathed her deep and took in her scent as I lapped at her. Taking hold of my chest with both her hands, she pressed her body down on top of me, giving me no room to wiggle around in.
Digging my tongue deep inside of her, I took in her taste for the first time; it was utterly amazing. Working around inside of her, I tugged on her hips a bit harder as I heard her laugh at me. "You're pretty good at this for a first timer, baby girl!" She began moaning, grinding herself into my mouth rather painfully. A sharp pain raced up my chest as she dug her claws; to my surprise, this only caused me to dig into her harder. I felt a single digit trace over my chest, over my heart, and it stopped over an old scar so small I was amazed she found it. "What's this?" I thrust my tongue deeper inside of her, working over a nub of flesh, hoping she'd drop the query.
Drawing her juices down and into my maw, I swallowed involuntarily; "That's my girl," I heard her call to me. She went back to playing with my nipples, digging her nails into my tender flesh as she leaning back into me. Opening my eyes, I took in her form; mainly her ass and tailhole. Moving my hands from her hips to her rump, I explored her; I graced my thumb over her tailhole and elicited a squeal from her. "Hey! That tickles, Dog!"
The moments melted away from the clock, and as hard as I tried to enjoy this moment with my beloved Sasha, a girl I dreamt of and yearned for over the past months, I just could not enjoy her. Her body pressed to mine, my tongue in her as I smelt her and tasted her sweet body, I just could not smile and enjoy this fleeting moment. Like your first gun sale, your first fuck is disappointing. You're overexcited, but you don't know what to do; and in one way or another, it's over too soon.
My leg, all mangled and held in place to heal, prevented Sasha's expert tongue from finding good use. I guess what they say is true; there are two types of tragedies. Not getting what you want, and getting it. I had finally bedded the literal girl of my dreams, but left her unsatisfied because of my awkward performance. How embarrassing. Now, laying there facing her, we had an awkward conversation together. Her hand, now tracing over my scar again, toyed with the lump so gently I almost didn't notice. She lied to me, telling me how that was the best sex she ever had; the notion was sweet, but the words seemed patronizing. I told her that I couldn't remember how I got the scar, and that if I remembered, I'd tell her.
Closing my eyes, I feel asleep in her arms; I felt safe now, for once. This sleep did not come without a dream, and this dream did not come without its tortures. Back to the bodies, back to the desert; back to the nightmare, back to my hell. I felt someone grab my mask and yank it clear off my head, and I felt an immediate pain as some foreign substance made its way down my lungs. I began twitching, shaking, convulsing; I couldn't breathe anymore. I drew out a large needle, my hand shaking, and stabbed it straight into my heart; watching it, the serum flowed out without me having to depress a plunger. Blacking out in my own dream, I didn't quite understand this thought but realized it had something to do with what spewed from my mouth earlier.
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