The Pleasure and Pain of Karma
Preface: Adult content below. Be prepared to be aroused, hopefully, and entertained, again hopefully. This story is a work of complete fiction, any actual similarities to real people, regardless of how you feel about them, is purely coincidental. Feel free to redirect people here but don't steal this. I worked hard on it and I deserve respect for my original content. If you quote this you must give me credit for it. Not sure as to the exact origin of this story but it's my take on a theme. Thanks and enjoy.
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The Pleasure and Pain of Karma
Beautiful. He was beautiful. His stride was sure and graceful, his eyes shone like lamps in the fading evening glow. He danced in and out of my fantasies. And he stood there, surrounded by the sea and spray. Calling out to me in my heart.
Brian, my Brian. A fox like no other. That bitch Deborah scorned me when I stared at him. She desired him as well, to feel the heat of his kiss, the tender sweetness of his breath. I sat on the bench and watched him looking out over the rail, across the coastal waters. Night seemed to take forever to fall, seemed to give me all the time I wanted as a lonely gay Labrador to stare at him. And plan to make him mine.
He noticed me one night, our gazes crossing and I turned in shock and shame but he didn't care. He crossed that plane between us and sat down. He looked into my eyes, his brown spheres reflecting the setting sun. He kissed me but never said a word. Brian didn't need to.
A week later I met him for coffee. We spoke of us and others, plans for the future, follies of the past. That night I went back to his apartment. We made love for the first time and my dreams still call back the scent of his musk, the taste of his seed, the passion in his face. All for me.
I came to know him, Brian the good and Brian the wicked. He could be jealous and domineering. If I made him angry, sometimes he struck me. Bruises rose and darkened my I covered the with shirts and long sleeves. But I turned away from that. I focused on his moaning voice in bed, the screams of our coitus, the sweet nothings he gasped into my ear. I loved-
I love him.
Time passed but my feelings stayed. One night in June the heat rose. Within the small apartment I had managed to buy with what savings I had left we passed the night our favorite way.
He pushed me down on to the bed. His thick uncut length rose from its sheath, ready for conquest. He held my arms in his vise like grip and forced into the prize. I could feel him, hotter than the air, taking me, mating me, securing me.
The exertion made him sweat and pant. The sight of his heaving chest and slobbering jaws as he took me was pleasure in of its self. The smell of sweaty males and ejaculate stuck to the walls and my face. It formed a choking cloud but I didn't mind drowning. He was with me.
He bit down on my neck. His fangs scored and punctured and I could feel the sting of his spit on the wounds and the warm scarlet rivers matted my fur. He howled as he finished and rolled off me. His gentle breathing rung around the room.
I sat under the shower, the hot water burning my damaged skin and rinsing the seed from my pelt.
I was his and he was mine. He had no money for a ring but he gave me a plastic gold ring, the one finds in juvenile toy stores and a promise. The promise of a real ring and a real marriage.
I never felt such joy before. The scars on my back and shoulders seemed to lose their pain as my head swam. I had him, the man no one had believed I could find.
I used the money I had saved from working with what was left with my savings. I bought us a little house, nothing too expensive but still ours. HE took me on the floor because he couldn't wait to get into bed.
He whispered he loved, told me I was his one and only. I believed him.
A green Taurus. I don't drive a green Taurus. I have a 10 yr old Toyota I got used.
He drives a green Taurus. The lizard inside that I can see in the window. The one screaming and moaning as Brian fucks him. The way Brain is supposed to fuck me. I can hear them. The glass isn't that thick. Rain says he loves the lizard, I'm just a tool. A disposable bank account.
I leave and return in a few hours. He acts like nothing happened, he takes me when I get home. I came feel them, the scales of the lizard who bottomed for my love. I can't feel Brain anymore. I can't feel him between the sheets.
I tell him I have a meeting on Monday. A long one, won't be home till late. He says ok. Monday I skip work. I buy several containers of gasoline. And a gun. I'm sitting here. On the same bench as I first saw my love. A bottle of whiskey is supposed to catch my tears. But there aren't any. I'm not mad. I love him.
I drive back home. The Taurus is sitting in the driveway. I can hear moans and sucking sounds. I love him.
They don't hear me, the gasoline drips down the outside walls and roof. I pry the door open, not a sound escapes the hinges. I coat the inside walls with gas, all except the bedroom. They're too busy to notice me.
I walk outside and pull out the lighter. I kiss it and tell Brian I love him. I always will. As I drive away I can see the smoke curling up into heaven, wait for me babe, please. I locked the doors before leaving. I changed the locks and didn't tell him. They won't get out.
I'm back. Standing where he used to when I watched and desired him. I look at the plastic ring. How fitting a reflection of the truth. A promise is a promise. I rub my muzzle against it and remember his touch. The setting sun fades fast this time. Darkness covers my deeds. I climb over the railing and hold myself. Below me stretches the endless oceans. I can hear the waves, this is no time for jokes.
No one hears the gun shot.
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I know this short, I didn't mean for it to be lengthy. I know it's dark I wanted to write something without a happy ending. A million internets to anyone who gets the no time for jokes reference.