Even Monsters Have Problems Pt.1
#1 of Even Monsters Have Problems
Well, it's time for me to try my hand at writing something. I tried once before, and got frusterated by the constant denial. It was my fault though, I wasn't doing what the admins/reviewers were asking me. But I digress. I was watching Monsters Inc. and I thought, "Wow... Sully is just adorable." And of course, that thought turned to the perverted side and brought this idea about. Ignore that I have no writing experience. Ignore it alot. Please post all thoughts and critiscism. I need it. !~DISCLAIMER~WARNING~LOOK AT THIS~! If you are under legal age in your country, don't read this. Or, the better solution, don't get caught. On that note, this story contains steamy, creamy yiff and lovey, dovey romance between two males, and alot of curse words. Don't like it? Aw. Damn. Do like it? Sweet, vote and comment. Also, Monsters Inc. belongs to Pixar and Disney (I think) so don't sue me. Pleeeeaaaaasssse. !Before you read!, quotations mean speech (durdurdur), asterisks mean scenes/scene changes, hyphens are thoughts. Have fun, bust a nut, but don't get it on the keyboard. * * * James P. Sullivan. Yep, thats what the little plaque on his desk said. But, truthfully, he felt like shit. He should have felt accomplished, at the least. He had impeached and taken the place of a total sleezebag as the owner of Monsters Inc. and discovered the solution to the power crisis. But, he wanted to settle down, wife and little monsters running around, that whole sort of thing. This is the part where the problem is residing. That new guy in accounting...damn. Everytime Sully got around him, he got this feeling. Like butterfly stomach mixed with intoxication. It was so confusing. Sully needed a drink, and advice. He knew exactly where to get both. He ran a big paw through his blue headfur and audiably sighed as he got up. -Okay... well, its close to closing time. Should I go ask that guy to come have a drink? No... Hell no! I can't ask him that...- Sully's logic and feelings where having a battle royale. He glanced over to his office's full-body mirrior and looked himself over. He certainly wasn't an unattractive monster. Little Horns, Blue fur, with purple spots covered his body. He had a bit of a gut, but he was well built from scare training. His eyes went lower, down to his loins. He was well endowed, definitely. Chuckling to himself, Sully grabbed his hat and walked out of his office. **Roughly 20 Minutes later... Jhim's Bar** The door to Sully's favorite bar jingled upon his entry. "Hey! Look who it is! It's been ages Sully!" The barkeep yelled out to him. Good lord... He was a damn joker... "Your kidding, right? I was here just yesterday Jhim..." Sully replied with a bit of unintentional venom. "Woah, chill man! Just playin around with you... Usual drink?" Jhim was a little taken aback by Sully's reply. "Yea... I'll need it a hint stronger though..." This time, the reply was downtrodden and sad. Jhim had noticed. "Hey, whats eating you up Sull-ster? You can confess it like a clishe barfly, here and now." Jhim giggled while mixing Sully's drink. "Heh, well... It's kinda awkward. You ever been in love Jhim? Like, real, honest-to-god love?" Sully was distressed, mad, sad, and asking about love. Hm. Jhim may not have been a genius, but a monster that listened to drunk's problems all day could make this puzzle whole. "Well... Yea. I can honestly say yes, I have been in love before. So who's the guy you got your eye on, Sull-ster?" Jhim asked this with such non-chalance and subtlety that it fooled Sully into the trap. "Well, there is this guy in accoun...Hey! Jhim! What the hell man?!" Sully was embarassed about being fooled into confessing his secret. His face turning a deep scarlet, Sully felt dumb. "The first step to acceptance is confession, Sully. Seriously man, Does Mr. Accountant have a name?" Jhim was a saint to the core. He knew how to comfort and fix just about every problem as well as a bunch bartender exclusive wisdom. "Jhim, you gotta promise me that you will not tell anyone about this conversation... " Sully was growing more distressed. "Sully. You of all people should know better than that. I wouldn't sell you out like that. Now, here's your drink, and you have some 'splainin to do." Jhim gave Sully a warm smile and a glass of Jack and Coke. "Well, I don't know his name, just his appearance. About 5 foot 5, 160 lbs., Black headfur along with Grey body fur, and heterochromatic eyes, blue and gold. He's really close to a human pet Dog, but he is bipedial. Hes got some tattoos, a few percings, looks more like a punk than an accountant. But he's so adorable! I can't get over it." Sully's description was enthusiastic, to say the least. "Well you seem excited enough about him. You should totally ask him out to dinner. In fact, tommorow ask him out. You will have a reservation for two at Sharp Tommy's." Jhim was telling, not asking. Sully was in a shock, Sharp Tommy's was the swankiest italian place in town. "Jhim... what are you talking about? Do you have reservations for Sharp Tommy's?" It was un-fucking-beliveable. Sully couldnt accept that Jhim had done this. "Sure do, Sull-ster. Heheh... Sully's got a date, Sully's got a date!" Jhim had to get payback somehow... always does. Sully drained his drink and put it down on the counter. "Thanks alot Jhim. I owe you big time. Im gonna go home and sleep. Nighty night." Sully was in a mix of emotions. Happiness, that Jhim was really nice to him. Nervousness, that he had to ask his crush out to dinner. Fear, of what his crush would say. And a little alchohol to spice things up. ** 5 Minutes later, Sully and Mike's appartment. ** "Mike! Im home!...Mike you here?" Sully questioned the darkness. -Hm. No lights on...- Click. -There we go... well where the hell is Mike?- Suddenly, the monster in question popped out and tackled Sully to the ground. Man, for a little green eyeball, he's got some umph. Mike stradled Sully's chest with an angry look in his eye. "Where have you been?! IT'S LATE AS HELL!" Mike was really mad this time... When Mike got mad it always ate away at Sully, made him feel really guilty... "Mike... I was at Jhim's. What's your problem anyway? Since when do you care how long I stay out?" Sully shot back. Hey, he needed some kind of defense. Mike rolled his eye at Sully. "Sully. You were su-possed to get me and my lovely wife tickets to Shamsa on Ice tommorow... Did you? No! Cause you were out getting wasted!" That broke the last straw. No. Fuck that. It mutilated the last straw. Sully's roar threw Mike off his chest. He was super pissed. "NO MIKE! I WAS AT FUCKING JHIM'S TALKING TO JHIM ABOUT A PROBLEM I WAS HAVING! GRAH!!!" Sully ran off to his room and slammed the door. -Damn him! Who the fuck does he think he is? Fuck him!- Sully growled to himself. He was tense, mad, and felt all pent-up. Hm. Sully picked up his laptop and turned it on. He mindlessly checked e-mail for a while, then was trying to think of something to help him releave alot of stress quickly. He came to the conclusion of smoking some pot or masturbating. -Well, I haven't poped one out in a while...-Sully slightly blushed while looking down at his crotch. He unbuckled his belt and slid down his pants. He looked down at the bulge in his briefs. -Heh...- He slid his undies off and rolled his sack around a bit. Sully huffed as his cock started to swell up. He pulled back his foreskin and went to town. -Oh..jeez man... It feels.. so good...- ** Sully's Perverted Imagination. ** "Sir, I filed those papers you wanted me to." The Grey furred accountant said to Sully. "Good...Good... say, come here for a second." Sully lured the fool in. It was now or never. "Yes sir? Is there something you needed?" Heheh... such naivety. "Well, I need, shall we say 'Healing Release'. Want to help your boss out and get some brownie points?" Sully said with heavy allure lacing his deep voice. "Hm. I think I would like that sir..." Ohhh. Yes, your a bad little accountant aren't you? The accountant had unzipped Sully's pants and was nursing Sully's dick. "Oh...Oh god! Your so good.... C'mon swallow that cock... yea...." Sully tugged on the accountant's headfur, and the he complied with swallowing the dick in question. The dog ran his tongue up and down Sully's dick, hitting all the right places with expertise. Sully could barely hold back his cum, it just felt so damn good. He was huffing and puffing, and suddenly, he felt his orgasm coming on. He wanted to let the dog know... "Ugh, i'm.. i'm gon.. gonna cum!" Sully yelled as his cum sprayed the insides of his crush's mouth. ** Snap back to reality.... ** Sully groaned as cum shots blasted out of his cock and landed all over his body, a few on his face and the rest mostly on his chest... -Inter-office romance.... mmmm.... Hot.- ** Early in the next morning. ** "Ugh, shit..." Sully sat up in his bed looking at the clock on his nightstand. It read 4:17. "Damn... how did I wake up this early? (Cough,Cough) I need some water..." Sully pulled on his briefs and clomped out to the kitchen. The light was on for some reason. Sully looked at the fridge and saw a note pinned to it. He picked it up and read over it. *Dear Sully, My wife and I are moving. I packed last night. I wanted to say goodbye but you seemed...busy. Celia found a house and she really wanted to move. Sorry man. Love ya, Mike. * "Oh...Oh my god...." TO BE CONTINUED! * * *
Oh my god, I got rid of Mike! How dare I!? He-he.