Flea Market Find - Furry
Story by Oblong Pomegranate on SoFurry
Flash Fiction stories are fun. Trying to limit yourself to one thousand words, but still get a story across, is a great challenge. I'm not entirely sure what I wrote this one for to be honest, but I eventually ended up turning it into a slightly more fleshed out story, which will be uploaded next. That one ended up having humans in it though, so enjoy the furry one if you'd rather!
Just be careful what you find at flea markets and what you do with them.
There are some things that you should never buy at a flea market. Razor blades, knock-off sneakers, used bedding… oh, and dildos. Everyone knows these rules, but then again rules are made to be broken.
I’m a Tasmanian devil, so there’s a little bit of crazy naturally flowing through my veins. It was just… so shocking to see that decent sized canine cock sitting there among all those other spare tools, thrown into a random box like another wrench or screwdriver. It clearly didn’t belong, but at the same time there it was. Whether the seller knew it was there, or he was just selling an old box of junk I wasn’t sure, but when I gently pulled it out the seller didn’t even bat an eye at my find.
“How much for this?” I asked without thinking, almost giggling to myself as I held up the obvious sex toy. It certainly wouldn’t look out of place in my current collection.
I felt dirty just holding it, but the older elk didn’t even skip a beat as he looked up and grumbled, “Five dollars.”
At that point I was conflicted. Would it be worth five dollars for a good laugh - to show my friends what I found at a flea market - or should I toss it back leave only the story to be told without proof? With a smirk I quickly reached for my wallet and grabbed a five, handing it off to the still stone-faced elk. “Um… do you have a bag?” I asked with a little chuckle, still holding the toy just barely by its base, almost afraid to touch it.
It left me smirking the whole way home as that toy bounced around in my bag, before I finally plopped it down on my kitchen table to snap a few pictures. My friends’ reactions ranged from mostly disinterested, to shocked and surprised, to kind of jealous. At least one asked if I was going to actually try it, and I quickly typed back, “I’m kind of crazy, sure, but that’s just gross…”
After my fun photo session, I decided to lounge on the couch until my roommate walked in and threw his own stuff on the table. The tall and slender white-furred house cat couldn't miss that fake cock as he maneuvered his groceries around it. “New toy Tommy?”
“You’ll never guess where I found it…” I added back from the living room, quickly getting up to see his reaction when I told him. It was slightly underwhelming though as the feline seemed to be in the ‘kinda funny, but still kinda disgusting’ crowd, while slowly pushing the groceries away to give the toy a wide berth. That made me chuckle as I slowly grabbed onto the toy by its wide knot and yanked it off the table, going towards the bathtub to give it a few scrubs.
It cleaned up better than I would’ve imagined. A few soapy scrubs, a run through the dishwasher, and a boiling pot of water later the toy looked almost brand new. Not a drop of grease from the box I got it from had managed to stay attached, and its vibrant red color radiated proudly, just like the real thing it was molded from.
Now I was conflicted again. Did I just want to stare at it, leave it in my collection, and have a funny story with proof? Or…. Well, it looked clean enough, and I had scrubbed it more than I usually scrubbed any of my other toys, not to mention disinfected it with steam and anti-bacterial soap. It had to be safe…
Before I could stop myself, I took the toy into my room and closed the door. It wasn’t long before I busted out the lube and got myself warmed up, soon finding my pucker inching closer to that tip as I sat over it. I could’ve backed out, but with a firm push it slid inside, and I gasped out loudly as it actually felt rather nice. It was the perfect size, the perfect shape, and as I ground down against the knot I knew it’d be a tight fit. I pushed and wiggled with a few sloppy grinds, and all of a sudden it surged in, making me shout out with a heavy moan at the sensation.
It was then that I felt something strange. It took me a moment to realize that it was the knot - throbbing and growing bigger - pulsing to life. I squirmed at the pleasurable sensation at first, but before long the pressure began to grow intense. That knot simply didn’t stop growing. It filled up my insides and made me squeal in pain as it ground against my hip bones. I tried to yank it out, but it was already past the point of no return. All I could do was yell out, and before anyone could save me I felt myself pass out from the pain.
I awoke with a heavy cough as it rang my brain back into focus, and I knew right away that I wasn’t in my room anymore. It was too cold and too damp. My body burned at just about every joint, and as I tried to open my eyes, I could feel them struggle to do so. My arms were outstretched, locked above my head in some heavy metallic shackles, with my ankles secured and bolted to the floor as well. The rest of my body slumped loosely against a wall.
I didn’t have time to think about what might have happened. All I could do was slowly force my eyes open and allow them to focus with a small grunt. That was enough to get the attention of someone else in the room. As they closed in, I saw it was the very same elk from the flea market.
“Five dollars well spent…” he added down towards me with an evil smile creeping across his face.