Through the Attic
This is adult furry fiction. If you don't like that or are not old enough to legally read this, don't read it. If you do like it, be wary that there is a fair deal of unpleasantness, though no gore.
This is my first ever story, yiffy or otherwise. It's short, written in about an hour, as I try to get myself working on longer works in the same setting. I welcome any feedback you might have for me; I'd like to get better at writing.
'Where had it all gone so wrong?' he mused, too wrapped up in his meditations to notice the harsh cold of cinderblocks on bare fur. 'It had all started out so well at first.' [Rylan shivered, taking each breath slowly through his nostrils, flared open, exposed to the room's acrid mildew. The wildebeest's eyes strained closed against the dim light filtering out between the slats partitioning off the closet. Fingers flex about the base of his sheath, stiff already, the very tip of his dark length protruding. Another little squeeze, a quiet grunt and a shiver. It had been far too long since he'd even thought about doing this. The gnu's gnarled tail swishes hard against the bare mattress, bringing out scents more subtle, older than the decaying hovel's smell, masculine and sweet. He groans again, eyes closing tight, focused solely on the smells invading his nostrils, bringing memory back to him. The feel of another male under his hands, strong and sure, all angles and muscles, taut. Blood surges powerfully under the beast's matted pelt, fuelled by lust to all the right places. He squeezes his sheath again, finding it easier every moment to coax the girthy maleness from its home, deep ebony and riddled with veins like its owner.]
'I used to..' the reverie breaks with a sigh as memory floods back, the flotsam of doubt riding the waves inwards. 'That used to be me. It was never that bad!' heavy jaws work slowly, unconsciously mouthing the words while he debates himself. [The heavy providence slips free into the waiting hand, working up and down the stiff shaft slowly, fingertips caressing and brushing the smooth flesh. Rylan slips against the grimy mattress, legs spreading wider as hooves catch in the shallow furrows. A dim sigh escapes the slack maw, tongue pressed up against the roof of his dry maw. Thick fingers squeeze the shafthead, drawing out a few thick drops of precum.]
'No! What would you know about it?' The paltry whimper chokes in the back of his throat, reducing the bulky beast to pathetic calf again. Rylan's frame slumps back into the corner, tile and cinder leeching all the warmth from his body. [A deep groan of lust rumbles through the bovine's chest as he squeezes again, a little clear rivulet leaking free. Carefully, he slides his hand from head to base, making the dark flesh glint in the ruddy light as the slick liquid smears about. The animal instincts rooted in the depths of his hindbrain bubble up, manifest in a thrust powerful enough to make the bedsprings creak in protest. Rylan steels himself momentarily, spreading himself open on the bed, slipping the forefinger on his free hand along the musky taint, tickling along the rim of his tailhole. The heavy body shivers once more, a whole parcel of images passing through his mind's eye, triggered by the rich musk. The thick tongue swipes along full lips reflexively, sucking in air headily.]
"He loved me! Like you never did!" He roars, eyes flicking up, alight with the ruddy flame of lunacy, reflecting the barren room in the instant before a swift jerk of his head sends horns crashing into the wall violently, chipping the hard protrusion, the flaw covered with dingy enamel paint transfer. [The powerful bony tail swats erratically, fingertip swirling around lazily inside the rim of the wildebeest's tailhole. His heavy horned head reclines, the curve of each horn caught in the chinks between masonry. Rylan's hips surge as his conscious mind starts to stumble and flicker, thought replaced with sensation. The hot flesh inside his rump parts before the digit's blunt terminus, rough, tickling at the gnu's prostate. A deep moan of delight catches in his throat, colliding with an audible gulp. The powerful hips rock upwards again, deliberate, smearing a thick coating of pre all over shaft and hand.]
"I know." the gnu sobs, hardly audible even in his own sensitive ears. The heavy male slumps backwards, rump slipping and catching on the chipped tile. The flame behind his dark eyes flickers and fades, leaving the ebony body to melt into the darkness, broken, convulsing with intermittent sobs as the minutes stretch into hours. [Dark eyes squeeze tight in bliss as the large bovine's breathing takes a ragged edge, momentum building in the forceful thrusts into his clenched hand. The heavy sac tenses slightly, seeming to anticipate the coming torrent as much as Rylan himself. The thick shaft pulses, veins throbbing as lust roars in his blood. With one final desperate jolt, the dark length slams home, spewing thick gouts of cream in wave after wave that splatter his chest and face. Uncaring and unabashed, the wildebeest looses a feral roar of triumph between clenched teeth, pistoning ferociously until he has no more to give, laying back panting and spent on the battered bed.]
"Then I don't see any other way." lips pantomime in silence. "Problems have solutions." The metal is warm in his long muzzle after hours of incubation in the hoary hand. Too late to look. One last long breath in. Savouring the flavour of the mold as he exhales, making the gesture as grand as he dares. For the last time, the heavy fingers twitch and shake, illuminated in the brilliant muzzle flash, the light Rylan's soul pouring out in a rush as blood and flesh become just another stain on the gritty walls. [The feelings that brew afterwards took time to settle in, as they always did. The dim brown eyes flit open, surveying the mess on his skin with a mixture of shame and desolation. The empty longing never really goes away, but sometimes, it's just enough to distract himself.]