{"sf1_id":768044,"sf2_id":"Vm283aN1","title":"Blank Verse Experiments #1","author":"Christiaan Ferret","words":1327,"posted_at":"2014-10-15T04:58:00.000Z","tags":["Collar","Cum","Dominant bottom","Fucking","Gay","Generation Gap","Girly","I am a fucking nerd","Knot","Love","M/M","Romance","Sex","Sexy","Squirrel","Tie","Wolf","blank verse","conversation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/768044-blank-verse-experiments-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Vm283aN1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7f/ef/7fef26a1-9b32-459b-a64c-5aacd89476c7","description":"#1 of Blank Verse Experiments\n\nHere is the first of what I intend to be a series of experiments in blank verse. This one is done in iambic decameter, which I had previously said incorrectly was pentameter. The reason for the mistake was that I had originally intended to use pentameter, and I had gone with decameter, simply because it happens to look better to me.\nOh, and the story is about a girly-looking 46 year old squirrel and his 18 year old husky stud-muffin having a conversation about a dark tragedy in the squirrel's past, and they fuck.\nI'm marking this as extreme because the discussion is about content that is technically extreme, and there is more moral complexity than I dare impose upon people who tend to get upset about things.\nThis is what happens when I procrastinate while I'm supposed to be working on an exam. You have been out-nerded.","content":"A memory flashed across the eastern gray squirrel's mind as he lay in bed with his dear beloved,\n\na husky whose knot remained a swollen mass within the squirrel's relatively diminutive form,\n\nthe previous torrent of seed diminished now to a lazy trickle deep inside his guts.\n\n-\n\nAs Daimon tensed unexpectedly, his lover Brian's massive paws, so strong and steady, grasped\n\nthe squirrel around his waist to steady his shaking form, \"my beloved Daimon,\" he softly spoke,\n\nhis late adolescent voice inquisitive as the squirrel a score and eight years his elder shook.\n\n-\n\n\"Think nothing of it, my pet,\" the squirrel said. \"It's just a ghost, and that is all it is.\"\n\nThis caught the husky by surprise, \"Now Daimon, love, I always thought you not the sort,\n\nto be so ruled by superstitious fear. Remember, I was twelve, and you said that...\"\n\n-\n\n\"Now, please,\" said Daimon, \"I am so ashamed I lusted for you then, so young and sweet,\n\nthough even then, you had those six-pack abs, and you were cocky and brave, so very brave,\n\nand yet you tried so hard to fit in with your peers, you clearly were not ready yet.\"\n\n-\n\n\"And yet we never broke the law,\" said Brian, his paw now going to Daimon's chest to clutch\n\nthe soft and velvety fur of the little squirrel. Indeed, the collar around the husky's neck\n\nhad been a present given, for his eighteenth birthday, on that day three months ago.\n\n-\n\n\"We consummated lawfully,\" Daimon said, \"but long before were times when we did more\n\nthan cuddle innocently with no impure thoughts in our minds, and I had been pursuing you\n\nfor so long, and I feel I'm just repeating, on you, the crime that once was done against me.\"\n\n-\n\n\"You know what I told you when you told me of this when I was fifteen and old enough to hear\n\nsuch things and not react like all the judgmental fools who make you feel the way you do.\n\nThat person used your innocence cruelly, and you, unlike him, truly are a compassionate fur.\"\n\n-\n\nThis brought a sob from Daimon. \"And yet I think of you as my pet, so I can feel in control,\"\n\nhe said, his mind now wracked with doubts about himself, and he could just not reconcile\n\nwithin himself why he could not feel drawn to men his own age. \"I am a pervert,\" he said.\n\n.-\n\nAt this point, Brian's knot had shrunk enough that he could pull it out if so he so desired,\n\nbut, for the moment, he left it lodged where it was, just for an excuse to hold his distraught lover\n\na little while longer close to his chest. \"I deny it,\" said Brian firmly, holding Daimon close.\n\n-\n\n\"And what makes what I did to you any different at all from what he did to me, my pet?\"\n\nsaid Daimon grimly. \"You know well I groomed you, lusting after you from the very start.\n\nIs what we have together right at all? I know I took you away from a better fur.\"\n\n-\n\nAt this point, Brian's cock had started to harden again in spite of Daimon's plaintive words,\n\n\"Oh, really?\" he said to Daimon. \"You think I somehow never lusted after you, my dear?\n\nI sought you every chance I got, from that first day so long ago, when we first met.\"\n\n-\n\nAs Brian's cock began to harden within him once again, the squirrel writhed his butt,\n\nand with a playful nasal whine, he said, \"Again? My pet, you know we've been four times!\"\n\nAt this point, Daimon's cock was far too exhausted to rise very quickly, hanging limply still.\n\n-\n\nThe husky grinned and ground his cock inside the squirrel's tender ass, that bubble-butt\n\nso yielding, and \"Dear,\" he said, grinding into the squirrel, \"I'll have you know, on that very night,\n\nwhen we first met, I realized then and there I was gay and had my first orgasm then.\"\n\n-\n\nThe squirrel found that, with the wolf now buried once again within his sloshing depths,\n\nit had become a little hard to think of more compelling arguments to throw at his love.\n\n\"infatuation,\" he said, his voice increasingly thick and dreamy, his mind becoming fogged.\n\n-\n\nAt this, the husky stroked his paw between the squirrel's creamy thighs he'd loved so long.\n\n\"Those shorts that you had worn? The cut-offs? Oh! They made me fall in love right then and there.\n\nHis hips began to move again, so very slowly plunging the bowels of the squirrel he loved.\n\n-\n\nThe squirrel was delirious, his left thigh cocking forth in what was almost a tickle reflex, a moan\n\nemerging from his lips, and yes, forsooth, his body never had matured very fast.\n\nWhen Daimon was sixteen, his abuser had left him for a boy of only eight, before he was caught.\n\n-\n\n\"My dear,\" the husky said into Daimon's ear, his hot breath felt on the squirrel's tender flesh,\n\n\"it turns out, I caught you. You know, for a while, I thought I'd just mistook you for a girl.\n\nYour flesh is very soft like a ripe fruit, yet I never could see girls like I see you, my dear.\"\n\n-\n\nThe squirrel cried out as he ground back into the husky, little tears now springing into his eyes.\n\n\"And is it me or any femmy guy?\" he croaked.\n\n-\n\n\"I longed for other boys, but none were like you,\"\n\nand Brian's hips began to pump with some force into Daimon's depths, his breath becoming short.\n\n-\n\nWith that, the squirrel realized that yes, forsooth, the husky had played him from the start; a plot\n\nhad formed within that predatory brain. Again, the squirrel had been victimized, and yet,\n\nthe husky's arms around him were loving and tender. Was it so very bad to used by him?\n\n-\n\nThe husky growled assertively as he began to claim the squirrel; he thrust his hips\n\ninsistently and forcefully, parting the squirrel's ass, making him his, his own and his alone.\n\nA howl began to form deep down in his throat, an atavism of huskies, violent and fierce.\n\n-\n\nA cry broke out from the little squirrel, and it was a sound so bitter that it was terribly sweet.\n\nWith tones of despair, yet longing, he screamed out, \"Take me, you stud! You beast! Yes, take me as yours alone!\"\n\nand here, the squirrel surrendered himself, yielding control, submitting and giving up his soul.\n\n-\n\nThe knot at the base of the husky's cock swelled tight and huge with blood as it lodged inside the squirrel.\n\nA fount gushed forth from Brian, somehow more violent than any other that he had ever released.\n\nHe painted the squirrels insides so completely that Daimon would never be anything else again but his.\n\n-\n\nAs Daimon's bowels were filled for the fifth time that night, his eyes glazed over completely in carnal bliss.\n\nHe sagged against his \"pet\" submissively, and now he had a feeling that he had never felt.\n\nCurled up in Brian's arms, a little squirrel, whose name was Daimon, felt, for a change...secure.\n\n-\n\nThe husky whispered sweetly into the squirrel's ear, \"My dear?\"\n\n-\n\nThe squirrel could only groan in bliss.\n\n-\n\n\"To answer you, my dear, you are, indeed, very different,\" said the husky.\u0026nbsp;\"You always stayed a little boy. My sweet and tender, little boy with a heart so pure.\"\n\n-\n\n\"Hmm, honey?\" Daimon said to Brian.\n\n-\n\n\"Yes?\" said the husky, holding him close\n\n-\n\nAnd here, the squirrel leaned his head back slightly, a smirk painted upon his muzzle. \"Shut up, dear,\" he said.\n\n-\n\n\"Yes, honey,\" Brian said, nuzzling him tenderly.\n\n-\n\nAfter they had snuggled for a long time, a voice whispered, in the dark, \"I love you.\"\n\n-\n\n\"I love you too,\" a voice whispered back.\n\n-\n\nAnd they slept.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}