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Jack and Drip

An "alternate" Fan fiction of Jack

(Note: The world of "Jack" and its inhabitants are copyrighted to David Hopkins. He has not had any part in this sickening use of his characters. Please repent after reading this. The story is my idea alone, and is NOT Jack-canon. Thank you)

Hell was full of pain and suffering, as usual. If anyone expected anything else, then they were insane, or stupid, or too wrapped up in something else other than a straightjacket.

No, Hell would always be full of the damned, because, well, they had nowhere to go for a start. There is the occasional one getting oh-so-rarely repented or redeemed, but then that's VERY rare.

The souls all have to be managed somehow, and they were managed by the Sins. Yes, THE Sins. As in the Seven. Not Dwarfs, Truths, Wonders of the World, or anything. The Seven Sins.

Gluttony was a thin bony bastard. Or rather, THEY were thin bony bastards. Gluttony (also known as Bob or Lisa) were very thin, looked like skinless anorexic chickens with huge beaks and wicked eyes. And then there was the face of the other side on the pelvis. Example, when Bob had the body, Lisa had the pelvis, and vice versa. It's pretty weird, but hey, this is Hell, after all. You'd be more successful looking for more sense in a Pink Floyd CD (who are a good band, by the way).

Vanity was one of those who truly believed in the phrase "Beauty is only skin deep." Shame she didn't know that ugliness goes right through the bone. Hiding away near the River Styx, she lives alone, waiting for some gullible fool looking for a lost love. A fool blinded by desperation and love, is the preferred prey of Vanity. She's almost like a Siren in that respect.

Sloth. . .no one really knows, as it can't be arsed to get up in the mornings, obviously.

Envy is a mysterious guy. No one knows much, except the fact that he is a jealous bugger. Apparently a completely different species from all the others, he's always plotting something nasty. Most of the sins stay away from him, unless he can give them something good...

Greed was basically power-hungry. One of those religious nutjobs that manage to get enough power somehow, and then go on a "justifiable" killing spree. Creepy looking guy called Vince, his eyes and mouth are all sewn up, shut tight. He runs a coliseum, a bloodbath, just a game to play in Hell, with Musical Holes open to all.

Lust is very well known around Hell. He was a serial rapist, finding forced sex to be way more fun. Tall, blue fur, black stripes across green eyes, big belly, and ugly-looking dick (but don't say it around him, okay?) and all-round bastard. His name's Drip, he is Bi and not picky with victims. You ever heard the phrase "he'll fuck anything that moves?" Well, Drip will fuck ANYTHING, period. On the plus side, he doesn't discriminate among victims. Young, old, mammal, reptile, bird, newborn, elderly, sick and dying, healthy and strapping, alive, dead. . .all are subject to his whim. So don't worry about him NOT picking you, anyway.

Wrath. . .definitely a guy you do not want to fuck with (but that may change later). His name is Jack. He's a green, wizened rabbit with a scythe and brown haggedy cloak. He is the Grim Reaper (so he's the first guy you'll ever meet in the afterlife). Not sure what he did in the past life, but man it must have been evil. Some say he went into a fit of rage, and somehow managed to wipe out an ENTIRE race of creatures. Total Genocide, but this is just a rumour, so don't hold it. He's certainly strange, being not all that bad a guy. For a start, he looks after this unborn kid like a son, or at least a nephew.

Well, that's the run down of all the main players of Hell, the Sins. . .what? What about the Big Guy? No, he ain't in this story, forget about that. Just focus on this strange little tale I heard one time.

But believe me. . .it's a weird one. Not nasty compared to all of Hell, but. . .weird. . .

It was basically your average day in Hell. The souls were coming in, the air was filled with the screams of demons, the tormented and of course, the wicked laughter of the Sins. All was normal in Hell. Smoking buildings, rocky crags of death, Lovecraftian-style horrors from some poor soul's mind. You couldn't expect anything else. The sky was blood-red, not pulsing with life so it was filled with death. The souls walked blankly at their punishment for all eternity, their eyes blank with tiny pupils. No more existence left for them.

Jack walked along the streets of the Necropolis, with nothing to do for once. Although Hell had a different time stream to the mortal world, there WERE some days were death didn't happen. Think of it as an off-day. But sadly, the angels got the parties up in Heaven. All the sins had fuck-all to do (especially for Drip, who fucked all, of course). Jack always somewhat hated off-days. He had time to think, and thinking brought back bad memories. He didn't want to reminisce. He could go play with Fnar, but he always got tired too soon. He was old down in Hell, and hadn't much strength for running around.

Besides, what games can an unborn child play in Hell that was safe for him?

That meant no playing games, and there was nowhere to explore.

He was also getting crabby as of late. That was another reason to be away from Fnar. He didn't want to hurt Fnar's feelings, so he stayed away in his angry moods. He got these sometimes. Jack had this compressed feel of energy and he had twitches in his body, which he couldn't understand.

He felt. . .he felt. . .

Bah, he couldn't think of the right word. He had to take a walk. So he went off, out of the Necropolis City Limits, and into Hell's Badlands. It was Hell, but it was a scenic style of Hell.

It somewhat relaxed the Sin of Wrath, because there was no hustle and bustle of souls, not demons flying overhead, no re-enacting of death.

Just emptiness.

And emptiness was good, as it cleared the mind.

But Jack still began to feel twitches of his body, especially his legs, which made him annoyed.

'Dammit, what's wrong with me?' he muttered. 'Am I jumpy or something? I just want peace, and I can't even get my own soul to calm down.' He sighed as he sat down on his haunches, resigning to the twitches.

Now it was around this time that Drip had finished his daily morning wank and after blowing his load across the walls of his large cave (and failing to smell his own pheromones as the punishment of never feeling the joy of sex), he got up and went outside. Luckily it wasn't a Friday, it was a Monday. He really hated Fridays because of the fierce wind, which ripped across his skinless dick. Very nasty feeling the harsh Hell wind across your bare body part.

So Drip was outside, breathing in the air deeply, and stroking his chin which was bearded at the end of his oddly long lower lip, showing a row of wicked teeth like a viperfish. He stretched and walked. As he moved slowly across the Badlands of Damnation, he heard muttering emit from somewhere. His moth-bitten rat ears pricked up, and he smiled in the direction of the mutter.

'Hmmmmm, a whiny little victim of Hell.' said Drip with glee. 'The first meal of the day is always the most important after all. Breakfast sex. . .' He never really ate to get energy, but got enough sustenance from being a Sin of Lust, raping anything he saw that he could take.

He went over to the muttering, already concocting torturous sex for the poor soul, and was disappointed to find that it wasn't a soul.

It was a fellow Sin. And one he wasn't especially fond of.

'Ah, Fuckit!' shouted Drip, as he saw the long green ears, cloak and scythe of the shape huddled on the ground. 'It's just you.' Jack turned round as he heard his brother Sin's angry voice.

'Hmm, thought it was you when I heard you.' said Jack, in a morose tone of disinterest. 'What do you want?'

'Thought you were another soul, ready for punishing.'

'Too bad. Now let me be alone, unless you're lonely.' he sniggered at that last word. As if Drip would ever be lonely. . .

'Why? You lonely?' taunted Drip. 'No one to take today? No one to whine at you about their death? No one for you to shout at?'

'I can shout at you, and if you don't leave now. . .'

'See, you can't have a simple conversation without getting riled up.'

'FUCK OFF NOW, DRIP!!!' shouted Jack, standing up and raising his voice quite unexpectedly. Jack got back down and sat with a shiver of contempt. But Drip still didn't leave. He wasn't scared of the Sin of Wrath.

'Ooohhh, someone's tetchy. Care to share?'

'Just leave me be. I've been crabby all day.'

'Oh. . .one of "those" days, is it?' said Drip, sniggering.

'What do you mean, one of "those" days? What days?' Jack became more angry at Drip when he didn't go away and leave him alone with himself.

'I know what's wrong with you, Jack. I know why you feel tetchy and crabby, and a little bit hyper some days.' The Sin of Lust smiled at his brother Wrath, as the rabbit Reaper stood up and looked somewhat curious.

'What?'

'You are. . .horny.'

'WHAT?!?!?' exclaimed Jack, staying his ground.

'Don't be so foolish, dear brother Sin. I know the feeling. The feeling of lost desperation, the feel of twitchy legs, and not being able to focus on anything. You may not think it, but you're horny, and you want to fuck something.'

'Drip, SHUT UP!!'

'Don't deny it. You know I'm right about this, aren't I?' Jack stared at the creature. He had to admit, that what Drip diagnosed on him made sense. He couldn't concentrate, his legs were twitchy, and he was getting hyper (well, not really) but also crabby. And he never told Drip about that, so his accuracy was discerning.

And who better to tell about horniness than the Sin of Lust himself?

'Maybe. . .but that doesn't state the obvious-'

'Well, that's because you WERE born without a-'

'DON'T EVEN GO THERE!!!' he shouted once again, not wishing to hear any more. Drip still stood, and crossed his arms.

'Well, say what you wish, but I know the feeling of that useless feel of no natural function, no feel left in the fun. . .' Jack turned away, and gripped his staff tight. He had sometimes wondered about the feel of sex, but how could he do it? He was unable to do it, and so there was only one way to get sex if he couldn't have a female.

Have sex with a male. And the closest male was. . .

Oh shit, Jack thought. Am I going to be this desperate? He turned and looked at the ugly Sin, cock erect and ugly, belly bulging. But he smiled. As if he knew what Jack was thinking.

'Are you. . .serious?' said Jack, now curious through struggling boredom. 'I mean, are you right about me?' Drip nodded, still smiling a little bit.

'You need to release that energy, Jack. I know you can't do it with a girl. . .but a guy can still do it if you can't. . .'

'But. . .I don't know how this will work. . .'

'Let me show you, dear brother Sin.' said the Sin of Lust, as he walked over and placed a clawed hand on Jack's shoulder. 'I will cure you of your problem.'

'And why would you do that?'

'Because I haven't had a Sin's hole yet.' replied Drip, simply. 'It works for me, works for you, no hassle either way.' Drip took the hand off the rabbit's shoulder and said: 'What'll it be?' Jack contemplated. He had no idea what to do, he was bored, and he doubted that it would be any worse than the rest of Hell. He eventually nodded, closing his eyes.

'Alright. I'll try this. But remember, if you hurt me on purpose. . .'

'Yeah, yeah, Wrath gets mad, don't like it when he get mad.' Drip said dismissively. He motioned the Reaper to follow him.

They reached the lair of Drip. Jack had been here before on a few visits, mainly to question Drip about something. He now took a proper look.

The place was just a rocky cavern, large and forebodingly dark, with enough light to see anyway. The walls were splattered in white sticky blobs and Jack had to think not to be disgusted too much. They reached a large rock, which was where Drip slept.

'Right then, Jack.' began Drip. 'Let's get started. You have done some parts of sex before, right?'

'Of course, Drip. I'm not completely ignorant.'

'Just checking. Well, how shall we start? Obviously something on me, since I have it all.' Drip clasped his dick, which was inordinately big for the rest of his body, measuring out at a jagged 13 inches. Jack had seen it before, but now he thought it was a very ugly thing. It stood there, above two balls, and one ball was bleeding for some reason. The barbs didn't help it, but he didn't laugh at it. Drip hated that.

'Ahh, shall we blow first, sir?' said the Sin of Lust, sniggering. Jack was at a loss, and knowing he couldn't back out now, he grasped the dick with some disgust and felt the barbs prick his hand. He couldn't really feel pain that much anymore, he only felt pain at the death of some living soul, as was his punishment. He began to rub the dick slowly, which made Drip gasp and shiver in delight.

'Oh yeah.' he muttered. 'That's a good start.' Jack lay down his scythe to the side and began to rub with both hands, increasing the friction slowly. He saw the Sin of Lust smile with his tongue hanging out and he began to rub even faster.

Drip was loving the feeling of masturbation. Of course he did it himself, but he hadn't had someone else (especially a guy) jerk him off for a long time. The feel of a warm furry hand on his skinful length, giving it warmth and attention, made him feel pleased. He panted slightly and after two minutes of jerking, he said:

'Stop it Jack, I don't wanna blow yet.' Jack stopped, and decided to go onto the next stage. As curiosity (and the "horny" feeling) began to overwhelm him, he moved closer to the large dick, eyeing it cautiously. The he gulped somewhat. . .and to inevitability, licked it once.

Drip blinked in surprise. Did he just feel that? Did he hear a tongue lick his dick? He just got his dick licked by a brother Sin without force! And by a brother Sin first time! He smiled at the thought, so pleased at how this was going and merely replied:

'Go on. . . .taste me, Jack.' The Reaper shivered, but began to lick the dick more, nicking his tongue on the barbs. He had never done this before, but it was certainly a new experience, and one he was not entirely starting to regret. It was odd, with this male organ that only Drip knew where it had gone, yet curiosity just threw caution to the winds, and said, you have to try it before you say you don't like it.

The taste was odd, but the feel was something new, something almost exciting to the whole thing. He began to lick more and more of the cock, hearing Drip moan which just made the whole thing feel better. The moan was like background noise that added to the whole experience and making it feel more enjoyable. So Jack licked more and more, even reaching his tongue around the jagged member.

Then he surprised even himself, when, almost by a distracted yet elevated impulse, he took two inches of the cock into his mouth. Drip grunted in surprise, but collapsed back at the feel of warmth around his cock head. Jack began to lick and even start to weakly suckle the penis. The taste was bitter, but not wholly unpleasant, despite the barbs that cut his tongue and mouth. He braved past that, and began to suck more strongly, feeling more braver and starting to rub the length as he sucked. For some reason, he started to moan unconsciously. He thought it was Drip, but he recognised it as himself. He was surprised to hear that. A moan of pleasure from him which he hadn't heard in ages. He loved to hear himself in pleasure. It felt good, it sounded nice. He saw no reason to stop now. He was wrapped in it now, as he began to moan more louder into the cock, which thrusted slightly into his mouth. The cuts didn't bother him anymore, and he kept sucking.

Drip was loving the blowjob he got from his Brother Sin. He moaned in a raspy tone, thrusting his hips into Jack's mouth and smiling as he saw the rabbit moan with eyes closed in something near to pleasure.

'Hey Jack.' said Drip in a lusty voice. 'Wanna have more fun?' Jack looked up and looked curiously. The Sin of Lust said: 'How about some REAL sex? Not oral. . .real fucking. . .'

The Sin of Wrath looked almost aghast. He never considered or even dared to think of actual anal sex, even less so with someone like Drip. But he was becoming horny, and it was too late to back out. He had jerked him, he licked him, he did a blowjob. The next step was logical here. Jack almost trying not to be embarrassed, nodded. Drip smiled, with some slight shock.

'Alright then. Lie on your back, Jack.' said Drip, sniggering slightly at his alliteration. Jack lied onto his back and waited with some anxiety at what would happen next. Drip smirked as he moved forward, almost pinning the Sin of Wrath to the hard ground. Jack began to feel the long length prick at his legs.

'Now. . .where's your little ass?' said Drip, as he began to poke his dick like a pole in between Jack's legs. He tried searching for the elusive tailhole, but then he felt the tail brush against his dick, and he aimed a little ways up. . .pushed forawrd slightly-

'Urgh.' muttered jack, as he felt the barbed cockhead brush against his anus.

'Found it.' whispered Drip. Jack's expression was now showing of dazed eyes, and slightly open mouth. He wanted to feel sex now, he had to get rid of his horniness.

'Stop stalling. . .Drip.' he said. 'Just do it, now. . .' The Sin of Lust had his eyes light up and he pushed his cock forwards. Jack emitted a gasp of pain, but eventually quietened down as he tried to get used to the barbed pole inside his ass. Drip grunted with a smile, as he began to feel the tightness of Jack's tailhole.

'You are. . .real tight, aren't you, Jack?' said Drip. But Jack wasn't paying attention.

Such a strange feeling was Jack feeling. It was like having a blunt long pipe wrapped in barbwire, jam into your ass and blocking it painfully as it stretched your insides, forcing them to push out bit for some room. But somehow, the barbs began to rub against his inner walls not unpleasantly.

He felt Drip push in farther, being oddly slow in his thrusts. Drip then began to speed it up and gripped Jack's body tightly as he began to pull out and push in, going at least 7 inches into Jack. Jack had to emit a moan by instinct, and Drip moaned in response, feeling the tightness clamp around his dick eagerly. He speeded up his fucking, pushing into Jack with his tongue hanging out, like a horny dog. Jack tightened his eyes and felt the dick charging inside him. The barbs scraped against his walls painfully, but he was feeling the pleasure of sex again, and he didn't care about pain. All the pain was from real life. Pleasure he wanted to feel again, only because he had been deprived of it for so long. He wanted this now. He may not have been interested in this kind of sex until now. But now, he was feeling a huge dick in his ass. And it felt good.

Drip slammed into Jack hard, speeding up his thrusts with pleasure. He wanted to feel all of Jack's insides squeeze tightly around his jagged cock. He wanted the pleasure of anal sex come back, even though he knew he wouldn't feel the pleasure. But hearing Jack moan, and hearing himself moan in reply was enough to be close to the experience. He fucked Jack more faster, as the moans increased. His eyes closed in pleasure as he felt the tight ass on his cock tighten so hungrily. This virgin anus felt so wonderful, he could fuck Jack all day if he could. But he had no control over a Sin. And he knew he would be coming to an end soon.

'Oh yeah!' shouted Drip. 'Oh, damn, yeah! I'm gonna blow soon!' Jack heard him and braced himself, which automatically tightened his inner walls on Drip's dick and made Drip thrust more harder, making their moans louder.

Eventually, Drip had to climax, and he did so powerfully.

He came so hard into Jack, that Jack yelled in pain (but it was more or less shock), as the cock slammed into Jack's ass as far as 9 inches, and the stream of semen shot out like a cannon far into his insides. Drip held Jack in an iron grip, and squeezed harder with each cumming. He exhaled and smiled with half-closed eyes as he felt his orgasm shiver throughout Jack's body. Eventually, he stopped, and when he felt no more shivers, he pulled out of the Sin of Wrath, leaving a white stream to emit from Jack's tailhole and Drip's dick. Drip stood up and Jack also got up, grabbing his scythe and limping slightly.

'So, brother Sin,' began Drip as he was pleased with his newest sexual fun, 'did you receive the cure for your problem?' Jack merely walked with a limp out to the cavern entrance and merely said:

'It was certainly. . .enlightening, Drip. Goodbye.' Jack walked away, with as little limp to show as possible. The Sin of Lust smiled and laughed to himself.

That Jack can be such a mood-killer, he thought, but he certainly didn't kill the mood today. I hope his problems come back. Haven't had such a good fuck in a long time.