The Iron Valve
Looks like our main character got a little more than he bargained for.
Serenity State Bar -- 6 February, 74 PHE
Centuries have passed and as the wheel of progress have doused the flames of industry, I couldn't help but wonder if there was any meaning to life anymore. Lost in a web of knowledge at the mercy of qubits, the world seems to have forgotten the simple things and the meaning behind them.
There I sat, under the glisten of the lavender lights, mist streaming on the floor, vines growing on the wall, surrounded by a summer ambiance of sight and scent; the perfect place to do late-night research. I stared at charts and numbers on a projected holoscreen, ambivalent to my surroundings. I made the assumption that no one would dare approach, especially after my last encounter with that frizzy-haired freak.
I heard grunts and throat-clearing in the corner. That's usually Midwest for "correct your behavior," so I moved even closer to my obsession, dense as a post. She cleared her throat again, louder this time. I guess it wasn't for me. No one ever goes that far without being pushy...
Then I felt a slap on my arm, and within a second someone pulled me with several kN of force out of my seat and in the adult restroom. The bartender's fine fizzy concoction lay in ruin.
"Strong grip, ow!"
I was shoved into the stall.
"Take off your pants," the stranger yelled.
I opened my eyes and in front of me a vixen stared with her menacing amber eyes. She had gray fur that could be seen through a glimpse of moonlight, dark as the clouds above. Her tail and feet were black, and so she had long, white hair. She was two meters tall and appeared rather chubby, a little over 120 kilos. Her buxom complemented this perfectly. I knew this because she was only wearing a skirt.
"Take off your pants" she said more slowly and condescending. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.
I felt like there was nothing better to do than what she commanded. As soon as I reached from the zipper she reached in and exposed my privates. I was rock hard and petrified. She softly touched my shoulder and gently nudged me onto the toilet.
My mind was ablaze. Who was she, why was she doing this, and was this some plot for revenge?
She sat on my lap and smiled. She stroked my head and I saw doves flying from a beam of moonlight. Time slowed down and I saw doves. Were they real? I may never know.
For about two minutes I stared at her face until I found out she was already grinding. My 15cm were already inside her, knot and all. She was quite wet.
She pushed my head up look at her chest. "Focus," she scowled. She pushed my head down to her left nipple, forcing me to lick and suck on to it to get air. "Oh," she gasped, slowing down and stroking my back.
She almost made a full stop, then she swung another arm and pulled me in to her embrace. My head and muzzle looked to the side. She panted harder as she accelerated, thrusting more quickly in what appeared to be a frenzied paric. Then she threw me back onto the iron valve (ow) and rid me like I was a huge bull.
A hand went up and she hollered her fantasies at the top of her lungs.
"I'll win for sure, you bet! I'll get out of here with my trophy, and see the mountains, and ski in Jackson Hole! Girl power! Yeah Willy! See that United plane?"
"Uh--"
She pulled the fur on my chest, thrust me forward and a gave a menacing stare, "SEE IT, MISS DASH?" She tightened her grip.
"YES, I SEE IT," I shouted at the top of my voice, blowing raspberries in her face.
"That--that--" and with that she breathed a heavy sigh and unleashed her feminine spirit. "They raped my littl--my little brother." She was sobbing into my chest and kissing me on the neck.
"It's now or never," I thought. Before I could think about it, my bracelet touched the porcelain and I jumped.
She sat up again. "What's wrong," she asked, tilting her head.
She embraced me again as I blasted into her. Five seconds passed and then I fell back on to the iron valve. She was sobbing, and I sobbed, too.
"I'm such a hypocrite. I'm sorry."
I gently stroked her back for reassurance.
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Three minutes passed and I was ready to fall asleep, then the door slammed and high heels stomped the floor at a rapid pace. "At least have the decency to call or text or update, you stupid bi--"
The beast stared at me and I was paralyzed with fear. If she really has nine, I don't stand a chance.