Genres
#1 of Writings
A story I wrote about a troubled writer trying to get away from his current genre of writing. This was submitted to Greg Panovich ( http://www.furaffinity.net/user/gspanovich ) a very long time ago, so now I've decided to unearth it and make it public once more! Greg even provided the cover art!
Genres
In the deepest, darkest reaches of the Met'hra pyramid, silence reigned supreme for several thousands of years. No Spiders, scarabs, or even mosquitoes dared to enter the pyramids and disturb the slumber of the great and powerful Met'hra. Only one soul dwelled in the large pyramid, and kept the place absolutely spotless and dust-free. Seshen, the black jackal, looked after the tomb every single day after her god was laid to rest. She dug her fingers into the writings on the wall, making sure that no sand gathered inside of them, and made sure that none of them faded away. Every single night, she would lie down on her master's tomb, and masturbate, letting her fluids drip onto Met'hra's sleeping place, and letting him feed from her, giving her the strength and energy she needed for all of her eternal chores. Her beauty was flawless, her fur was silky, and her clothes were non-existent. Her nudity pleased her god, and it pleased her as well.
But one night, while the halls of the pyramid lay silent as always, and while she got down on all fours and rubbed her voluptuous vaginal lips with two of her middle fingers, letting every drop fall upon the tomb. The slightest of sounds echoed through the halls, and disturbed her and made her orgasm premature. She gasped, and trembled, while her eyebrows lowered and her face made a frown. The black jackal stood from her tomb, and turned toward a very large, muscular bear. The only thing he was wearing was a cloth on top of his head, leaving the rest of his body as naked as Seshin.
The jackal blushed, but took a step forward, ready to defend her master's tomb.
"How dare you disturb the temple of my master? I, guardian of Met'hra, command you speak at once!" Seshen said as she wiped the juices of her crotch and rubbed them onto the tomb to feed her master, and give her strength as well. She knew that this new-comer was definitely a servant of the demons, who would do anything to gain more followers.
"Answer me! You--" Before she could pull a dagger from her master's weapon wrack, the demon follower attacked her with lightning speed, and forced her down onto the tomb, thrusting his very large cock into her, making her cry out in ecstasy. She tried to struggle but he grabbed her wrists, clenching to where it was impossible to move. He pushed in and out of her in massive humps, giving her pleasure that she had not felt in at least two hundred years, when the demon servants first raided the tomb. Before she could come, the muscular bear pulled out of her, stroking his manhood, and coming all over her large, black breasts.
He quickly pushed it back into her--
"Wait, wait! No!" Jonathon said as he crumpled the paper and threw it over his shoulder, making it land perfectly into the waste basket. "Damn." He said under his breath.
Jonathon was the most popular rabbit author in the country. He was famous for his romance and sexual fiction stories and novels. Every single story he wrote became best sellers on their first release. Of course, after one hundred and sixteen novels, he grew bored with large breasted bears, and meek little mice that stumble into their master's bathroom, and accidentally have sex in the shower. The stories began to grow together and blur into one massive orgy. He wanted something new, something fresh that he had never thought about before. Every time he tried to write a thriller, the ghost would end up ripping the clothes off of some cat babe, giving her multiple orgasms. Even the science fiction stories of jedis and laser swords ended up with the blue rabbit getting fucked by the dark lightsaber that coincidently had the shape of a penis on the end. They were fun for a little while, but he decided it was time to move on.
The white rabbit writer ran his fingers in between his long ears and concentrated.
Soon enough, his pencil began to move again.
The lights turned on all through out the city in a fluorescent beauty that Hugh wouldn't trade for the entire world. Hugh Krispen, the black rabbit Private I lit a cigarette and took it all in as he stood on the street corner of 12thAvenue, waiting for his partner to give him the word. He couldn't deal with these mangy dogs alone. Seven of them sat around a table, playing a nasty game of poker. Each of them packed a heavy punch and a S & W .44 cal pistol.
"Hello there." A light voice whispered from behind him. A tall, young calico cat walked to the street corner, staying close to the wall, so her shadow wouldn't be seen out in the street.
"May I help you, miss?" The black rabbit smiled, stubbing his full cigarette on the wall of the building behind him.
"I was just looking for 12thAvenue." She fixed her trench coat collar and looked around the corner, to see the building he was planning to take down.
"You're on 12th Avenue, lady." He turned to her. "And I have a feeling you knew that."
"What do you mean? You think I was tailing you?" She walked out from the darkness and into the glow of the street light. "I'm not armed."
She reached down and unbuttoned her coat, and as she got the last one, two huge, naked breasts bulged out. The nipples were very hard from the cold night air. His wide eyes traced down her body to show that she was completely naked. The crotch of his pants bulged out at the sight of her pretty pink vaginal lips.
"God, your stare is making me so hot."
He walked up to her and kissed her on the lips, slipping his tongue inside of her mouth and rubbing his hands over her enormous breasts. Her hand slid down his abs and into his pants, and grabbed onto his erect penis and began to stroke it softly.
He undid his trench coat and dropped his pants to the ground. As he did, Karen pulled him close to her, using her hand to guide his penis inside of her. Hugh used his coat to cover them up as he pushed himself deep inside of her, kissing her lips to muffle her moans of lust and desire for more. His pushing began to grow rhythm as he humped her harder. Karen bit her lip and wrapped her arms around him and grabbed onto his shapely ass, as her breasts bounced from the joyous pleasure of the approaching orgasm--
"Whoa! Wait a minute! What am I doing?" Jon growled. He grabbed the papers and crumpled them, throwing them away. He placed his head onto the desk and gave a great sigh as his ears knocked over the cup of pens and pencils, spilling them on the floor. What kind of a writer could he be if he couldn't even take himself away from one genre of writing? His cookie-cutter stories needed more body to them! And not the body of a steaming hot fox!
"Think, think, think!" He demanded himself. "I know I can do this..." His mind wandered as he pressed his nose against the desk. All of his thoughts involved breasts, large sweaty breasts that had a beautifully stacked tiger behind them and a masculine rabbit grabbing onto the nipples as he fucked her brains out.
But then, it clicked! War! War wasn't sexual! You can't even get girls in a guy barracks! That's perfect!
He thought of a setting... then a story to go with it. As the images came to his mind, he began to work his pencil again.
Every private in the platoon stood at attention in their underwear. When the lights turned on, the sergeant came into the barracks with a pair of symbols and crashed them together, startling the soldiers out of their sleep. Her yells and barking orders got them up from their beds and stood them in a straight line. Sergeant Jinx, the brown bear, stood up tall with her chest stuck out and her sunglasses covering her eyes. She walked down the line and sneered at the privates as she past them. She threw the symbols down to the ground and made another crashing down that made all of them jump once again.
"Alright, maggots! Time for your third day of boot camp! This time it's gonna be harder than a rock slab! So you gotta be tougher than coffin nails! Do I make myself clear?" She growled.
"Ma'am! Yes Ma'am!" The platoon sounded off.
Among them was a cocker spaniel named Private First Class Walter Cinnerman. He was chosen to be the platoon leader under Sgt. Jinx. He was a very able-bodied soldier and he kept himself up above all of the standards in the army. For this, he seemed to be Jinx's favorite, and the one she would turn to if she needed answers or information about one of the troops' performance.
The day was much harder than she described. They went through three obstacle courses and dug at least three holes each. After their evening march, they got in rows of five, and did push ups until their arms and abs were near the breaking point. All the while, Sgt. Jinx pushed them along with words like "Maggots, pansies, fairies, and dog shit."
"Alright, maggots, I guess I'll let you off easy with fifty push-ups, hit the showers!" Every sweaty, panting body got up from their place in the grass field and dragged their feet toward the showers. "Walk like you've got some balls, you maggots!"
Instantly, they straightened their backs and began to march to the bathrooms, sweat dripping from their chins and their shoulders.
"Pfc. Cinnerman! Front and center!" Jinx shouted.
"Yes Ma'am!" He stood at attention and faced her.
"I'll be expecting a report in my office after your shower. Five minutes, soldier!"
"Yes Ma'am!" He replied.
"Dismissed." She said in a smaller voice.
The showers were heavenly. They bled down the drains and they basked in the wonderful feeling of cold water on their sweaty heads. When all of them were through, they hurried to their beds to catch at least a few extra minutes of sleep.
The cocker spaniel soldier walked toward the Sgt.'s quarters with all of the report in his head. He had recited it to himself in the shower over and over in his head and was sure it would please the bear sergeant.
He knocked on the door to her quarters.
"Enter!" She shouted.
As he opened the door, he saw her in her chair, with her boots propped up on her desk. When he entered the room, he stood up straight and saluted. The bear lady put her feet on the ground and stood up, returning the salute.
"At ease, soldier. Give me the details." She said, taking off her sergeant hat and rubbing the sweat off of it.
As he gave his report, the sergeant did something odd. She turned on the air conditioner behind her desk and upped her shirt, exposing her extremely large breasts in front of it, letting the cold air blow on them. Cinnerman didn't falter, but he did get somewhat erect at the motion. As she did this, she nodded in approval of his comments. She pulled her shirt back down and turned back to him. Now her nipples protruded through her shirt, and stuck out clearly. His eyes widened and he couldn't help but stare.
"Something caught your attention, Cinnerman? Tell me the truth or I'll have your ass for breakfast!" Jinx shouted.
"Y-yes, Ma'am!" He stood at attention once again.
"And what might have your attention, private?"
"Y-y-your large, w-wonderful breasts, Sergeant."
She smiled with her toothpick in her mouth. Then she laughed a little.
"That's what I like about you, Cinnerman, you don't leave out the details!" She walked out from behind her desk and got straight in front of him.
He forced himself to look her in the eyes and not look down.
"Well go ahead and stare, private! Since they got your attention! And since they're so damn wonderful! Here, how about a better look!" She tore off the buttons on her shirt as she opened it up like Super-Man. Her breasts bounced up and down as she threw her shirt to the ground. His jaw dropped and he stared even more.
"Alright, enough of this peep show! Get down there and lick them suckers up! Use that tongue of yours swiftly, private!" She pulled him down by the neck and mashed his face onto her boobs. He started to lick her left nipple. "Good, good. You got a nice tongue, private. Keep up the pace." She took off her sunglasses and looked down at the bulge in his pants, then grabbed onto it with one firm hand.
"Well, hot damn! You got a nice piece of meat. Hell, when I said sound off like you got a pair, I couldn't even imagine." She laughed. "Alright private, I'm taking you off boob detail. Attention!"
He instantly stopped and stood at attention. She got down on her knees and tugged his sweat pants down, instantly putting her mouth around his large cock, sucking, and tonguing the length of it. When she stopped, she jerked him with her right hand. When he slightly hunched his back he, closed his eyes.
"Attention! Don't go hunching on me, soldier, I'll whoop you good!" She shouted.
He stood back at attention and she continued sucking his large cock. He could barely hold in his orgasm as her sucking got more intense and her tongue pressed harder against his head. Right before it became too much for him, she stopped and let his cock go.
"I know I wore you out with training today, so I'll do some of the work." She pushed him down on the chair behind him. Then she unbuttoned her shorts and tugged them down, revealing her nice tight pussy and got on his lap. She faced him, and guided him inside of her. Cinnerman pushed hard into her, and made her groan a little.
"Good job, soldier. You caught me off guard with that one! But now I've got you where I want you." Sgt. Jinx began to jump up and down on his dick. He put his hands on her butt cheeks and made her go harder on him. Before long she was moaning and holding onto his shoulders as her breasts bounced up and down and sometimes hit him in the nose. She laughed the first time, but the second time; his cold, wet nose struck her nipple, and triggered her orgasm. A few seconds later, he came, shooting deep inside of her and making her tremble and lean close to him.
"Damn." She said, finally out of her sergeant growling voice. "We'll be having more reports like this one, Cinnerman!" She said, back into character.
"Yes..." He gasped. "Ma'am."
"Tonight, you'll be sleeping in my quarters and using me as your teddy bear, is that understood?"
"Yes... Ma'am."
It wasn't until he finished the story that he saw what he was doing. Jon picked up the stack of paper and looked the sheets over. He sighed and set them aside. Perhaps he couldn't escape the warm clutches of his romance novels. Maybe he just needed to stick with what he was good at. He looked back at the waste basket, got up from his desk, and began to pick up all of the unfinished stories. He finally decided to finish each of them, and keep up his own genre.
"Eh, what's the harm?"
End