Winter's Dissection
I hurried down the street, huddling myself. I had kept my hands in my pocket, my arms close. I had walked down this street thousands of times. There was no destination. I was simply out tonight to avoid having to speak with my father. It's always the same thing with him, no matter what. I keep to myself, but everyone always keeps pushing themselves onto me. I glanced up, across the street were a few friends of mine. Well, not that I would call them that. They're just more people who drag me into things. I dodge into the nearest building, avoiding their eyesight.
The inside was dark, darker than the night outside. Spotlights hitting the stage provided the most lighting, though I spot a bar not far to my left. I heaved a sigh. What are the chances I would duck into a stripclub? About 3 to 1, if I were speaking honestly. It was too late to choose a better hiding spot, so I swallowed what pride in me did not exist and walked up to the bar. I ordered something soft, a diet soda. Something that says "I'm not in the mood to get wasted, so don't bother." I begin to pull out my ID card on instinct, forgetting just what kind of world this was. The Bartender didn't care, he was just as likely to spike my drink as the man sitting next to me.
The thing about this town is- well, no, not just this town. Even if I skipped out, it'd be the same thing anywhere else. This place is designed to encourage and reward delinquency. They would sooner punish me for upholding the law, rather than breaking them. Often times, it feels like I am.
I took my drink to an empty table, huddling down quickly, facing the stage. I did all I could to send messages that I was closing myself off, even going as far as to feign interest in the stage show despite sitting so far back. The stage was empty, a single round platform on top and in front. It was elevated enough that sitting patrons couldn't reach their fingers onto the stage itself. I took a sip. The lights began to dim even further, and an announcement came up.
"Introducing, Winter's Dissection, Gentlemen!" Oh no, It's this sort of place. Is it safe to head back out? I weigh my options as the curtain closes behind the stage, twisting my body in uncertainty.
The sound of a hatch opening interrupts my thought process. Fur of shining, snow white appeared on stage, rising up in the shape of two round nubs. Those round nubs were the ears of a polar bear, thick and round. His arms had perfect muscle definition, and his chest was a pair of tightly packed pecs. His stomach was round, with just enough hang to imply a gut. The white fur was interrupted by a black thong that shined compared to the lights around the room. Cheering and whistling rang through the crowd sitting close to the stage. The big polar bear looked to be anywhere between his early thirtys and late seventies. It was impossible to tell with arctic-white species
Sudden there is the shuttering sound of spotlights switching on. Several lasers shot out of the stage, surrounding and decorating the bear. He shifted his hips in time with the noise, and music that I will only bother to describe as horrendous starts to play. The Bear shakes his body from side to side along with the beat, twirling his body around and shaking his ass.
The fact that it was a polar bear could mean anything in context to the sort of place I ended up in. They were known as Predators, but lately they've also been know as fun loving types. They're typically the kind of bully that grin and smirk, worming exactly what they want out of you. The only question is what does he want, and whether or not I can avoid showing it. I myself am a Badger of classic black and white design, neither weak nor particularly imposing.
The sound of flesh being struck cut off my thoughts. The bear had slapped his own ass, grinning behind himself as the crowd watched it shiver and jiggle. He spread his legs out, sticking a finger into his speedo to stretch it out, giving the audience a chance to look for treasure between his thighs. He bends his body over, sticking his ass high in the air, the speedo disappearing inside the crack. The bear's smiling face was visibly between his bare paws, though I'm sure I was the only one who noticed it. Then the sound of a snap. The bear must have cut the speedo with his sharpened claws because the snap caused the black rubber to explode off of his body, slinging itself to the side. A pair of heafty white orbs floods down, puffing out and swinging. Bright pink flesh unfurls, the thick cock unfolding until it smacked himself right in his own chin. The crowd erupted into eager roars, urging the bear to continute. His tongue lashes out, hitting the cockhead and bouncing it from side to side. He gives his ass one more wiggle, the balls swinging like pendulums.
The Laser swung around in front of and behind the polar bear as he presented for the audience. For any regular strip show, this would have been a disappointly short routine, but this one marked only the beginning. The Red laser broke formation, moving out of time with the others four. It srung around in an odd circle, attracting attention to itself before sliding to the middle of the stage. It ran straight through the center from one side to the other, running across the Polar bear's back just above his waist. The fur that had be struck by the laser turned red, then disappeared.
But it wasn't just the fur that disappeared. The bear's head fell down, his arms bracing against the ground. His chest and gut spin over top of him, landing on the ground behind him. The Legs did not follow. In fact, the legs remained exactly where they were, not spinning over the bear's head with the rest of his torso, but standing ass spread, balls jiggling for the audience. The bear had been cut into two halves.
The show continued. He reached between his legs, pulling himself forward. The cock drapped over his forehead and around his shoulders, swinging around behind his shoulders and landing on his back with a plop. His legs shifted on their own, stepping over the bear's head and turned around. He grabbed his own cock, hoisting it over his shoulders as if carrying a piece of lumber. He grinned lewdly to the crowd, nuzzling his own dick. His tongue flicked out, licking the tip. He opened his mouth to wrap around the side. The foreskin pulled forward, wrapping around his head as he slide forward, making an audible a noise as he can sucking his own dick. He pulled himself forward, suckling on the tip just as the blue laser started to shift awkwardly.
It swung around, making the same motion the red had going through the center of the stage. The only thing that was struck was the cock itself, leaving a blue strip of flesh. It melted away, dropping the cock over top the bear's head. He caught it in his teeth, showing off how sharp his fangs were. For a moment, it looked as if he was about to tear into the flesh, but instead he spat it into his hands, holding the pink shaft up. I saw a flash of amber then. It was the bear's eyes. I was nervous. He had locked onto me directly.
He swung his arm, tossing the cock out into the crowd. It wasn't a lofty arc. I was sitting in the back, away from everyone else, but the cock flew straight towards my table. He aimed directly for me, there was no mistaking it. I wasn't sure how to handle the flying missle, but an orange arm swung up into the sky, snatching it out of the air.
"Hello there." It was a lion with a deep brown mane, white tank top shirt and blue jeans. He grinned at me, baring his fangs. "It's not often we get somebody sitting all by himself. How about some company?" He waved the erection in his hand towards me, as if to entice me with it.
"Umm, n-no thanks." I replied.
"What?" The lion was caught off guard for a moment. "Oh non-sense. This dick is yours, don't you want it?" He waves it again, pointing what I guess was suppose to be a prize towards me.
"I don't, actually." I refused again.
"Oh come on. Well, if you're going to let me keep it, the least I can do is offer a good show with it." The lion began to unbuckle his belt, shuffling his jeans off. He slams the dick onto the table, it's flat surface adhering to the polished wood. He stepped onto the chair, swinging his body around and raising his tail. He fell backwards, slamming his ass over the cock and moaning like a little kitten. He routinely thrust himself onto the cock, power bottoming the table.
I gave the lion a bit of time to get into the rough fucking he was giving himself before silently shifting out of my seat. I was lucky there was an empty table nearby, to continue watch- I mean, to my distance from everybody else.
I wasn't kidding anybody. Of course I was watching. The polar bear had raised his legs up supporting them with both hands on his ass. He was spreading them apart while his legs were flung up high. The Green laser swung up sharply, instead of crossing through the middle of the stage, it aimed up and towards the cieling above the crowd. It burned marks into the walls of the bar, shattering the glasses that were stacked up high on the shelves behind the bar. The angle was too high to target any of the audience, but it still made me nervous.
With a pair of thuds, the polarbear's legs fell to the ground. He gave his ass one last kiss, throwing it into the air. He curled his fists together and smacked himself in the balls as his hips dropped down, bouncing it into the air again. Then, with a determined grin, he raises and open hand, spiking his own ass with a loud spank, launching it into the face of a meek, nerdy looking tiger. The Tiger's chair slid back as the ass hit him, his nose forced between the two cheeks. When the hips dropping into his lap, everyone could see the tiger blushing deeply. Despite this, he huddles his arms around the ass as if to hold it protectively.
The bear wasn't done doling out prizes. He picked up the legs, swinging them around above his head as he would a pair of underwear. He tossed the legs out, but my eyes only followed one of them. It smacked the face of a grinning lizard. It was some sort of alligator or crocodile with a fat body. He leaned back, pushing the leg down his body. He unbuttons his shirt and unzips his pants, pushing the foot against his crotch. From this distance away, I couldn't tell if the croco-gator was merely fucking the foot pads or if he was pushing the toes into his cloaca.
I looked back at the stripper on stage, only his upper torso remained. I could see a glare in his amber eyes again, this time aimed at the table I was at. The Bear seemed to have scowled, but he returned to his cocky, sexy grin within the same moment. With nothing left to do but show off his chest and arms, he flexed both biceps. The tight muscles tense up, and on that cue the yellow and final laser moved towards the center. It slide around the bear in a circle, dissolving the bear's biceps as close to the shoulder as they could get without hitting the sides of the bear's chubby gut. His arms fall, hitting the stage.
But they didn't stop moving. The arms had some limited movement, propping themselves against the ground. The two hands grab each other by the wrist, swinging themselves around until they let go. On of the arms was flung to the crowd. As I watched it sail, my eyes drifted back to the Lion who had interrupted me before. He had cum several times, and the dolphin who was sitting in front of him had turned around, watching the spectacle the lion created. I saw the lion cum again, splashing the dolphin in the face who only seemed to laugh in response, not caring where he gets splashed. The lion's gut begins to wobble, shaking like a water balloon. He didn't have a gut before, and I have no idea where he could have gotten one. But the tanktop he was wearing no longer fit over his stomach, being pushed up over his chest instead.
The audience began to grow louder once again and I looked back at the bear. "Thank you everyone for coming to watch the Dissection at work! He holds you all continue to enjoy the show!" The announcer signed off the bear's show, but he wasn't quite done yet. The bear's remaining arm propped itself up against his gut. The hand curled back, the razor sharp claws aimed towards the bear's neck. The hand jolted backward, stabbing himself in the throat. The bear was grinning wider than he ever had before and the crowd roared. Though the bear was a willing participant the whole time, this was the first and only act of direct self-mutilation which made the crowd go wild. It didn't stop at cutting his own throat though. His lifted his head up, the flesh of his neck tearing into fuzzy scraps. Once disconnected, the arm launched the head up into the air like a catapult. The flash of Amber hit my eyes once more, and I moved my chair back. The head hit my table, bouncing off and landing in my lap.
I had to fight back the urge to screech like a banshee in fright. not helping was the cheerful little "Hello there cutie" That the head gave to me. I swallow my spit, and spoke back.
"H-hey. Hi. Umm, I'm sorry I should be getting home."
"That's not a problem." He said with a chuckle. "You get to take your prizes home after all."
Despite the fact that I was holding a severed head, I couldn't help but feel trapped. I had to take the head home with me at least, but then what would Dad do when he sees it? I don't even know. I stood up nervously, walking towards the exit.
"Hey now, I said prizes. Don't you want my fantastically large schlong, too? Don't worry, I already took care of the lion."
I look over at the table. The cock was sitting on the table, still stuck with it's flat cut on the wood surface. Around the cock was a pile of white cum, and scraps of brown fur that were ripped to shreds. The only recognizable part was the upper half of the lion's face. His jaw ripped off from what looked like an explosion.
"I..." I hesitated I couldn't do anything but run out the door. "It's fine! I can't!" I shouted what I knew even as I spoke them to be contradictory sentence. All I could do was run, the head buried between my hands. I kept running, not look, not hearing anything around me until my legs finally carried me back to my house. I fumbled with the door, swinging it open and I threw my body onto the thankfully empty couch. I sat there huddled up to myself for a good solid minute before my ears could pick up the sound of muffled speaking.
I lifted my body up, releasing the severed head from my grasp. He gasped for air, breathing heavily. "Geez you were going to choke me to death there!" He shouted angrily.
"We don't breathe anymore." I immediately shot down his jest.
"Hah! The way you ran I figured that would work on you." The polar bear gave a cheeky grin having been caught.
"Sorry, I just- I just needed to get out of there" I said. I knew I was avoiding eye contact. I was probably betraying a lot of weakness right now, perfect for the polar bear to pounce upon. "I'm sorry I left your dick there. I know you- I know you wanted me to have it." I had hoped the apology would soften him up.
"It's fine, you can still play with just my face." He winked towards me.
"I uhh, yeah. I suppose you have six perfectly good holes." I shrugged
"Eight." He corrected.
"Right..." I averted my gaze again, trying not to think about what he just offered I do to him.
Instead, I take the time to calm down. I shifted my weight and pulled my legs out from under me. Now that I was sitting properly on the couch with the bear's head in my lap, it felt almost like I was holding a plush doll or a pillow.
I need to do something soon, probably indulge the bear with a throat fuck. If I don't do something soon, I'm sure my peace would be interrupted soon. This realm had a knack for setting you up if you tried to rest for too long.
The Door swings open. It was an elderly looking badger with a huge round gut. His stomach was impossibly round, his shirt pulled up over it. The sides of his lower jaw had grey fur drooping, leading into a pointed tuft of fur on his chin. Despite his age, he wore his pants at a low cut, showing off not just the shape of his hip bone curving into his thighs, but also the root of his pink dick. He made sure his sheath was pulled back far enough so the odd bit of color caught everyone's eyes. "Heeey son, I'm home!" He shouted in his half-drunk slur. I groaned out loud. There was no point in hiding head on my lap. "And how is my sexy, darling little boy."
"Dad, I'm 22 now, stop that."
He had ignored my jab. He was always glossing over every single thing I said. Of course whether or not I had said anything this time he wouldn't have had the chance to reply. He gasped, glaring down at the white lump sitting peacefully in my lap. "What in the ... Is that a head? Did you murder a stranger?"
"I didn't murder him, he's a stripper an-"
"He's a hooker? You murder a hooker!" I tried to explain how I met the bear, but dad only heard what he wanted. I open my mouth to start again, but I knew he wasn't in the mood to hear anything I said. I just gave up and waited for his reaction.
"Did you pay him and take him into a dark alley? Did you fuck him? Wait, Did you steal back the money after you murdered him? Oh my little boy has grown so much! I remember way back when people got angry at you when you did that in video games!" Dad shouted ecstatically, going on and on about his fantasy of his son being some sort of impulse rapist serial killer. Dad was always excited about things like this, and he would always force his dick into me in order to teach me the ways of the world. "Do you know his name?"
The question caught me off guard. Of course I didn't, but something inside me wanted to deny him the pleasure. "Ahh, no I ... well it's ..." I stumble around with my words, trying to remember the announcer's voice. I could only distantly remember the fact that he was introduced. That was the reason I wanted to escape the club in the first place.
"I'm 'Winter's Dissection'. You can just call me WD. Or Double-D. Heh, or not since I don't even have one D anymore." The bear chuckled in my lap.
"Ooh, you don't even know his real name. My son has become a good little slut hasn't he?" I couldn't help but grimace as my father wouldn't stop beaming with pride. "So where's your body?"
"The little bastard threw it into the river to cover up the evidence~" The bear said cheerfully.
"I did not!" I sighed, exasperated.
"Ooh, but you didn't cover up all the evidence. Couldn't help but bring a trophy home ehh?"
The Bear grinned, speaking up for me once again. "That's because he said he wanted to give you a little present. One big burly bear head for his dear ol' daddy."
I looked at WD for a moment. I caught a whiff of something in his voice, but it took a bit for my gears to catch up. "Y-yeah. I figured you'd want to have a little one on one with him, since..." I trailed the sentence off purposely. Dad would of course fill in the blanks himself as he always did. I offered the head up to him, and he gingerly picked up the bear.
"Thank you, my sweet slutty little son! Thank you so much, I've never been so happy." He spun around cheerfully, holding the head close to him. He kissed the bear, making out with him for a brief moment. Their sloppy kiss leaving a trail of saliva when they break apart. "Are you sure you don't want to join us?"
"He did say one on one." The bear interjected quickly.
"Oh, alright." Dad shrugged his shoulders, still smiling. I couldn't believe he let the point go.
"Besides, the busy little badger deserves a break, doesn't he now." The bear looked kindly at me.
It was hard for me to understand what was happening here. Even though I fought so hard to avoid my dad and my friends, I didn't actually believe it was possible for me to have any sort of peaceful respite. I wanted to just accept this and not ruin the moment, but my curiosity got the better of me. "Umm, hey. WD. Why did ..." I thought about how to word the question. I didn't want to let dad know that any of this was a lie. "Why did you do that for me?" I hoped the question was vague enough to go over my dad's head.
"Like I said, you need a break. You actually remind me of my older brother, and the mistakes I made with him."
The tone in his voice was very different from before. It was kind and sympathetic. Refreshingly so. I wanted to know his story so much, but I couldn't press the point any further. "Thanks. Have fun with dad. He gets really aggressive."
"Ooh~ I love aggressive!" The bear grinned, his cocky tone having returned.
Dad carried the bear's head up the stairs to our only bedroom, leaving me alone to sit on the couch. For the first time since I could remember I was left alone. I glance around the living room, taking in my surroundings. I scootch over to the far side of the couch, reaching for the side table and picking up a book that I had been meaning to read for years.