Bone Dust Chapter 1 (short)
#1 of Bone Dust
The bed rocked hard slamming into the stained motel wall over and over as the anonymous wolf pounded the Jaguar boi again and again. Finishing quickly the wolf pulled out with a wet schlick and zipped up his pants.
"Thanks," he muttered never looking at the Jaguar he just fucked.
Lighting a cigarette and saying nothing the Jaguar watched the wolf walk out. Standing, he walked over to the table and poured a glass of whiskey and downed it quick. Pouring another he looked over at his suit case glancing to the top pocket as he sat at the table taking just a sip. Leaning his head back he exhaled his cigarette over his right shoulder and started looking at pictures on his laptop. Sipping and taking a drag he played their song over and over as he looked at the pictures of a marriage he thought would never end.
Softly crying and downing his second glass he put out his cigarette and slipped into his black silk robe as he made his way into the tiny poorly cleaned bathroom. As he turned on the faucet to the tub he looked at him self in the mirror, scoffing as he noticed the black mold growing out from behind the mirror. Tying up his hair and sitting at the edge of the tub he whimpered thinking of what had happened over the past few years. Sliding out of his robe and letting it fall to the floor he stepped into the water and sat holding his knees to his chest. As his tears began to hit the water and ripple he wiped them away and began to bathe wishing that he was there, sitting across from him in the warm water like they had done so many times before. Rinsing his soft fur he stood from the water and slowly dried off, casually tossing the towel aside as he put his robe back on.
Walking to his suitcase he reached inside pulling out his black silk pajamas, and as he slipped them on he began to sob once again. The pain, the pain of his abandonment and the grief from his broken heart only pushing his motivation further to pull the shining black gun from the top pocket of his suitcase. Setting it beside the bed on the table he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and downed the entire bottle. Throwing it against the brick wall hearing it break he lit another cigarette and climbed into semen stained sheets and took a soft inhale as he looked at his wedding photo. Exhaling and tapping out the cigarette he slowly picked up the gun and opened his muzzle. Starting to breath heavily as the metal clicked against his fangs closing while his eyes began to close.
"I will always love you," he thought as he squeezed the trigger.........