A travel
_A very short story I wrote down in one go. I don't know why. I felt like it. It is probably full of spelling mistakes, but I don't care.
I used the first person for artistic reasons. This is in no way about me.
Now share and enjoy._
What is it you'd want for a day like this? You maybe start to wonder, why does it all look like it does now. Why is the sky still the same orange and yet the earth is grey and dead. The sun is still moving but the earth is still. And it seems like it had always been like this. A still born.
They said I should have been a still born. I feel similar to this view. So in moments like these I stand up on the hills and look over the city. The sun is grinning at me from behind a fallen skyscraper, planning mischievous little things for all of us tonight.
I'd want to... I'd want do have feet that have wings. I want to run. The night's over, and I had been running all night. A small breeze ruffles my fur, it brings dust and dirt which it spreads between the hair. It pull the mask over my muzzle and the hood over my head.
My tail drags over the concrete. I can't bother to hold it up. I am sad. Heart empty, head full, as they say. It's been the other way around yesterday. It is not a hill, it is another fallen building.
I climb down and dare not to blink. Every time I close my eyes, I see it all in a flash. It hurts. Every blink hurts. I wish my mind would leave me alone. I wish it'd stop torturing me.
Jumping over another car wreck. They have this comforting black. I do not need to run any more, but I cannot stop walking. My legs move on their own accord, move and move, afraid of what could be following. I don't mind, they can do it, since my head is too full to help them.
With a curse I fall three metres down on some granite stairs. The wall had hidden them. I land on my feet, hear a crack and twitch. I lie down, panting. The pain knocks on my brains, but it is full up in there, sorry sir, come back later.
For a moment I see the sun grinning wider. I guess it likes to see us like that. They said one day it will swallow us all just like that. So whatever we do, it will be gone just like that when the giant fire ball decides to come over and bully us out of existence. Hurry up, I say.
There's gates in front of me. Subway of some sort, I guess. They are closed, the lock is molten into a clump of metal. I could break it open in an instant, but my limbs feel like a puppet. Someone cut off the strings.
I close my eyes for a moment and with a flash I see that face. His face, his blue eyes, those deep blue eyes. They remind me of an ocean. Weird, I never have seen a real ocean before, just this ocean, the ocean of his eyes, at least as deep as the deepest sea. His face opens to show a tongue and fangs and say those three words that sound like poison in my ears now.
My paws shake as I open my eyes. I shake my head and get up. I fell on my tail, can't move it properly, but I don't care. Snarling I get up, holding on the handles, to climb um the stairs and move on.
I can but hump over the lane. Right in front of me, the road broadens. Black walls are far away. There's a church to my left. I know this place. It had looked different back then. It had been alive. Now the church is missing a tower. I decide to have a look at the inside. It used to be famous for the inside. But all I see is debris, the roof had fallen in.
Next to it is a well. No water, but old benches. If you only stare on your feed and sit on them, it is just like back then. But now it is dead. This entire place is dead. I am alone. I hump on.
A thought creeps into my mind. I need sleep. I have not slept for days. I had just been walking. Maybe I need also water. And food. But now I need sleep. Maybe I'll die sleeping, but that's more than I could hope for.
My mind give in to the hammering and opens the door for the pain. They all storm in, feet, legs, tail, stomach and heart, screaming and demanding. They all want to be released and satisfied. I hump on, trying to ignore them. After all, they all don't matter. Maybe they will stop if they don't get what they want.
I reach the river. The tamed river. I would not even think of take a drink of it, but it is nice to look at. In a burned world, that water was soothing. Eye candy. Damn, why must be every thought be connected to him, somehow.
I stumble over the curb. I see a small building, all windows broken, but insides intact. I walk over the field and climb into it. The shatters cut into my feet, but it is nothing more than a tiny annoyance now. It has to wait in the queue like everyone else.
There is a sofa. I put my bag and rifle away and sit down. Than I lie back. I need to sleep. I feel so tired, tired of everything. Sick and Tired. Outside, the sun rises and tries to find me with its rays. I smile at it and close my eyes slowly.
His eyes close and his lips touch mine. He has the kind of lips you want to keep kissing. Our tongues meet and play, they dance. He hugs me and comes over me. He is so warm and and his fur so fuzzy. I want to spend hours just holding him and kissing him.
Of course he is naked. But his paws start to undress me. They ruffle my fur everywhere. How can they be so warm? I pet his head and try to get another kiss from him. His mind is on other things already, but I get to play with his tongue again.
His paw is in my pants. I give in. I let it flow through my body, the tingling sensation he gives me by caressing my male parts. He strokes over my chest and pushes my shirt away. His lips leave mine and start travelling down my body.
The heat rises. I burn from the inside. He has this talent to get me so aroused I feel like burning. But he doesn't like me to help him. He wants to have my body all alone. So I relax while his kisses and licks leave a trail that leads all the way from my neck to my navel. Then he pulls down my pants.
I am half erect as he reaches my penis. As he makes it grow out of the sheath, I close my eyes to enjoy his lips, his muzzle all around it. His tender lips and his soft tongue close around and I cannot help but breathe out heavily. He uses his paw to help, stroking and cupping my parts.
Unfortunately, he is so good I want him to go on forever. But he just moves on, taking my entire penis into his muzzle. The feelings dam up and want to be released. I try to hold back, try to enjoy his lips and tongue even longer, but as the goes deep enough that his lips touch my scrotum and pubic fur, I cannot keep it.
With a moan I twitch and release all my feelings. It flows from me like a river, my semen streams into his greedy maw. He tries to swallow it and licks off what he did not catch. Then he climbs up my sweating body and kisses me, to share my own fluids. It tastes bittersweet.
I am panting, but he wants more. Right after that, he continues by stroking my member, to keep it hard and erect. It's slippery from his saliva and my semen. A long breath leaves my muzzle. He wants more. He wants to be filled.
He lowers his rear over my crotch. I see the pleasure in his face as my hard penis enters his. He wants it all the way in. I move a paw to stroke over his penis, which I like at least as much as he likes mine, but he moves it away. I settle with holding his bottom cheeks while he starts to move up and down, in a slow manner.
As he sped up he throws his head back. I am just a tool for his pleasure. I close my eyes again while he rubs his insides on my penis. He feels so hot from the inside, just like I must feel inside him.
He gets louder as he enjoys riding me. I try to keep up, building up emotions like before. His fingers dug into my chest fur, it hurts. He never cut his claws. He wants to be a beast. We cum together. The white fluid throws off his member and hits my chest. I fill his insides. How can I have so much left?
Some seconds after that, he lets me slip out of him. My semen drips off his tail. His face changed. He is satisfied. For now. He grabs his clothes, sees me lying covered in his fluids, as if he just noticed me. Then he bends to whisper in my ear.
"Do you feel special? I do that with all my victims."
I wake up with a start. I am clothed. Its night. He is not around. There's nothing left of him on me, except the feeling of being a fool, which no soap and no brush can wash out my fur.
I grab my things and move on.