Bad Porn: Chapter Four
#4 of Bad Porn
_Hello readers! I've just decided I'm gonna start this thing up again after a too-long hiatus! As of right now, there's only about one of you who even were anticipating the continuation of the series, but if you enjoyed the other three, then here is your long-awaited fourth!
Usually I put in a disclaimer here that says you should read the other stories in the series in order to get what's going on. If you simply planned on scrolling down for the yiff, then this disclaimer actually DOES apply to you for this chapter! I guarantee you it will be much better if you know the plot of the story. Else, you'll just be confused, and possibly weirded out.
All other things aside, this is the fourth installment, and I hope you all enjoy! PLEASE leave comments and give your ratings, it's the only things I have to go by to improve my writing. John Dewey described 'democratic faith' as the belief that each experience can help each next experience grow in ordered richness. I'm going to define 'pornographic faith' as the belief that the feedback on each story will help each subsequent story to grow in ordered yiffyness! In other words, you help me write, I help you get off. Nuff said.
So, without further ado... Bad Porn: Chapter Four._
That morning, Silas awoke, still in his bed.
The night before had been just plain amazing, the kangaroo still feeling the afterglow, even hours after they had made love. It had been a long time since his wife had performed that wonderfully, he thought to himself with a smile.
I guess she's not feeling too bad after all...
He felt a soft kiss on the side of his neck, signalling that his wife was awake. Who knows for how long they'd been lying like this in their bed, but all he knew was that last night must have been amazing for her, too-- He could feel her breath on his neck all morning, calm and controlled, up until the point where she woke up.
"Good morning, honey," he heard Jillian whisper. It was always the best thing to hear her pleased voice after a long night together.
"Good morning, love. Feeling better this morning?"
"Oh yes, Silas... Much better. I think I'm even feeling up to writing a little."
Silas's heart fell. "Jillian, can't you just stay home today? I want you to stay here, we never get the chance to just... lie around the house and be lovers anymore."
"Silas..." Jillian beckoned Silas to roll over and face her. "You know that I have to write whenever I get the impulse. I don't get very many good ideas, and beautiful..." Chills ran down Silas's spine; he loved it when she called him that... "You've inspired me."
"Ohh... I guess so. At least let me cook you breakfast, okay?" Silas leaned in to place a soft kiss on his wife's nose.
"Alright, beautiful. Your breakfast always sounds great to me." With a smile, Jillian returned the kiss, letting her lips hug against his for a brief moment, then releasing her husband. "I'll go get a shower." At that, she climbed out of the bed, scratching at her crotch and rear end as she stumbled towards the bathroom. Silas watched her with a look of loving disgust as she made her neanderthalic journey to the shower. With a happy sigh, he crawled out of bed and began to pull the sheets and covers over the pillows, pressing them down nicely and neatly before slipping on his nightie and heading off to the kitchen.
The kangaroo yawned and stretched his arms high above his head as he walked across the kitchen, flipping on the surface unit of the oven to "HI" and placing a skillet on the warming coils. Opening up the fridge, Silas grabbed the eggs, milk, and butter, setting them one by one on the counter as he removed them from their respective shelves. Expertly taking a butter knife from a nearby drawer, he opened the tub of butter and cut out a thick slab of it, tossing it into the skillet, causing it to sizzle. He took the skillet and shook it around, making sure the butter coated the surface of the pan thoroughly. He began to idly hum to himself a happy tune he must have heard on the radio the other day... All he knew was it was stuck in his head. Looking over his shoulder to see the empty hallway, Silas began swaying back and forth and dancing as he cooked his wife her breakfast, breaking eggs and pouring milk into a bowl, coating both sides of pieces of white bread with the mixture of yolk and milk.
"I'm goin' out tonight, I'm feelin' alright, gonna let it all hang out..."
He began to sing the words to the song, swaying his hips back and forth as he tossed the slices of soaked bread into the skillet, hearing them sizzle and letting them cook, bringing out a spatula and moving them around to make sure they're not getting stuck. Then, he grabbed the spatula and flipped it upside-down, holding the handle to his mouth. "The best thing about bein' a woman is somethin' somethin' yeah to have a little fun and... Oowoah-oh-oh! Totally crazy! Nuhnuhnuh nuh nuh-uh! Men's shirts, short skirts..."
Silas lifted up his legs as he pranced around the kitchen, yelling out the lyrics and dancing like nobody was listening or watching. "Oowoah-oh-oh! Get in the action, feel the attraction, color my hair, duh duh duh duh! Oowoah-oh-oh!"
Jillian stepped quietly into the kitchen with a bemused smirk on her face as she watched her husband make a fool out of himself. Her eyes followed Silas back and forth, with Silas having no idea that she was watching.
"Somethin' some somethin', feel the way I feel... Man! I feel like a woma- EEK!" Silas jumped up in the air as he turned to see his wife standing there. "Ahaha! Hi, Jillian!" He grinned, and turned around, blushing and flipping the french toast he'd been cooking for her. "Almost ready, hon."
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"Are you sure you don't want to stay home?"
"Yes, darling, I really think this is the big one."
Silas tried to be supportive. "Oh, alright. When will you be home?"
"Around 8:30 or so. Sorry, I'll make it up to you!"
"Okay. Good luck!" Silas leaned up to meet Jillian halfway on a quick kiss, then watched his wife head out the door. Closing it behind her, Silas walked over to the window and watched... Three or so minutes later, Jillian's '89 Mustang pulled out of the garage adjacent to their apartment building. Silas walked over to the phone with a frown, and simply rested his hand on the handset. "Man! I feel like a woman... Dun dun dun dundun dundun dun..." He had no idea why that song was stuck in his head... "Hmph." The kangaroo picked up the phone and dialed, waiting for an answer. "Hello? Yes, this is Ashley, right? Yes, I'm home, come right over. Yeah, not until 8:30 or so, we've got all day. See you." Stone-faced, Silas hung up the handset on the receiver.
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"Come on in!" The door opened, and there was a tall, muscular tiger female standing in the doorway. Silas was already standing there in the same lingerie he was wearing last night, leaning up against the wall and smiling sexily at Ashley as she walked in.
"I've got an appointment to go to, let's make this quick." Ashley spoke smoothly, approaching Silas and reaching out to touch him. The kangaroo stepped back a pace to avoid the touch, smirking playfully at the big tiger.
"Nah-ah-ah, no touchy yet..." The roo began to step backwards, with Ashley quickly following, a sneer of lust on her features. As Silas laughed and danced his way backward into his bedroom, he was humming that same tune to himself, grinning at Ashley and teasing her all the way to the bed, which he fell back on, and laid prone, his head lifted up to look at Ashley as she walked up to him, and spread his legs, leaning over to press her chest into his, forcing her hips tightly against his groin. "Mmm... Lay it on me, big boy..."
Silas gripped the steering wheel, his mouth agape. His fur could be seen as five shades lighter from the extremely white pallor he took. "Jillian..." The name was choked out of his throat, his paws shaking at the wrists and his bottom jaw quivering. Flooring the gas pedal, he made a U-turn across the expressway, weaving through six cars to get to the other side. "Jillian..."
The kangaroo felt a welling up in his stomach as the big cat began to fuck his dripping pussy, giant furred paws resting on the pert mounds that accented his chest with masculine curves, his perfect body being split open by Ashley's engorged tiger cock. "Ohh, gods, that's so good... Keep hitting that spot, right there..." Silas's moans and cries were screamed shamelessly, the waves of sound echoing off the bedroom walls with each powerful thrust that ended with the huge tiger fucked him ruthlessly, showing her teeth and growling in a feral lust.
"NO!" Silas propelled his Mustang forward, merging in and out of the carpool lane on his way home, the kangaroo's head beginning to spin in dizziness. This is... no, this isn't real. "STOP FUCKING WITH MY HEAD!" Silas swerved to the right to narrowly avoid a collision with a huge pickup that was gaining on him quick, a Ford F-350. The driver, a green-furred fox tod, gave him a sneer as he drove past, cut the kangaroo off, and slammed on the brakes.
Ashley continued to drive her pulsating meat into the kangaroo's cunt, his moans becoming harsher and higher-pitched. He had come long ago, and was still seemingly riding that climax as he laid prone beneath the huge female. "Ah-- ah, yeah! Oh, god..." The tiger's massive cock continued to plow into Silas's stretched opening, and soon enough, she roared and spurted her thick, hot seed deep within the kangaroo's pussy, hilting herself deep inside Silas and holding there, letting her balls empty their fluid, heating up Silas's inner places.
"Shit!" Silas slammed on the brakes as well, and sent his car to the side as quick as possible. However, his side was clipped by the huge truck, and sent his car on a fishtail. The kangaroo fought to right his car, and was finally able to, pulling back out of the carpool lane on the expressway, and flooring the gas pedal again, regardless of how his stomach churned nauseously, and his head was spinning. Looking to his left, he saw the F-350 two lanes over, matching his speed. They were separated by a long line of cars in the right middle lane of the four-lane highway. He turned his face forward, and saw a car in his lane coming up. The kangaroo pinned his ears back and pulled into the carpool lane, the ridges on the road vibrating his car and creating a loud hum as he sped along the highway.
He laid on his bed, panting for breath as he felt the tiger pull her feline dick out of him. "I have to go, I've got a dentist's appointment," were her only words as she got dressed and left, leaving Silas alone and naked on his marriage bed.
Silas saw the gap in the middle lane, and pushed harder on the already fully throttled gas pedal. "C'mon, faster... Go faster..." He looked to his left again, and saw the truck was falling behind. He then looked at his speedometer, and its needle as it passed up its highest reading of one hundred forty-five miles per hour, and pressed against the blocker that kept it from going further. The hum from the ridges of the carpool lane filled the car, the deafening sound feeling like it was bursting his eardrums... He yanked the steering wheel over, passing into the slow lane, and right into the gap in the right middle lane, just to see the bright red pickup truck do the exact same, slamming into the side of the mustang and lifting it off the road in a barrel roll, carrying it through the air to the side of the road. Glass shattered from his windows and cut into the kangaroo's arm and face.
He landed on his wheels, right in the middle of the road. His headlights shone on the otherwise completely empty highway. Immediately, the kangaroo let off the gas pedal and applied the brakes, pulling off to the side of the road, bringing his car to a halt, and swinging open his door. Silas immediately jumped out and ran to the grass beside his car, falling on his paws and knees and lurching, throwing up on the dry, untreated grass beneath his paws. Coughing and sputtering, the kangaroo rolled to the side and laid on his back, tears streaming on either side of his face.
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One bar. Silas sat in his car, sobbing and trembling, looking miserably at the one bar of reception he was getting on his cellphone. Quickly, he scrolled through his address book, and hovered over the entry labeled 'Home.' Silas placed his finger on the green-colored phone, biting the inside of his cheek and staring at the word. Blood poured out of the small cut that formed in his mouth, the kangaroo tasting the metallic, copper flavor of his own red blood. He hit the down key twice, and hit the call button again, placing the phone to his ear. It rang four times, and Silas almost shouted out in happiness as the groggy, tired voice greeted him on the other end.
"Hello...?"
"Micas!" His voice wavered.
"...Who is this?"
"It's... Silas." He sniffed.
"Silas? What the..."
"Micas... please, I need you to come pick me up."
"It's three fucking fourteen AM, Silas. Where are you?"
"I... don't know." Silas looked up through his car windshield, and saw a small rectangular green mile-marker. "I-30, mile 148."
"148? Silas... this is gonna be one helluva-"
"Micas?!"
"Fine, okay, I'm--"
"Micas..." His voice turned to a whisper.
"What? For the sake of all that is--"
"Hurry up... Micas, please... just hurry..."
"Silas! What the fuck is going..." There was an electronic beep, signalling that the call was lost. Silas looked at his phone, seeing that his only bar of reception was gone. Then, his gaze turned up to his windshield. Three motorcycles were parked in a straight line in front of him, their three riders slipping off the seats and standing in a tight circle, occasionally looking over to the Mustang and its driver. Silas looked back down to his cellphone. No reception.
Well, there it is! Hope you all enjoyed it. Please leave feedback!