Surviving Summer Pt. 4

Story by Lithier on SoFurry

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#4 of Surviving Summer


Lamplights slowly slid overhead as the feline shuffled down a long side street. As his rear churned every few moments around its load, the butt plug grinding strangely against his muscles, and as dirt crackled lightly in his fur, sanding off in a light trail behind him, as his belly sloshed slowly in front of him with its overwhelming burden of half-digested spunk, Lith couldn't help but wonder why he lived like this. What he'd done to end up like this, walking through town aching all over, covered in stickiness and gunk, trudging some good five miles home when it was near midnight. He traced his steps through his day.

He'd started easily enough, cozying up in the morning with a bowl of cereal and an episode of Gangan Destroyers. After that, he'd jerked himself off in the bathroom and gone back to bed for a quick nap. Nothing wrong there. Sometime a bit past noon, he'd woken up again, feeling rather hungry. A sandwich would've fixed that if he hadn't done such a hasty job of wanking earlier, though. So he'd had to stop and get himself off again. Nothing to say about that. But it was after that when things started getting rough. His roommate had found him and mounted him... then his other roommate chased him out, and he ended up at the swimming pool, where a couple of his friends humped him... then he got snapped up and thrown in a van, where his old classmates --he was pretty sure he remembered Alex, at least-- all got together and shagged him. He supposed it wouldn't have been so bad if the police hadn't shown up.

Lith stopped and sighed. Where had he made the wrong choice? This was not how he's been expecting his day to end. He hadn't even expected to leave the house today. If his roommate hadn't humped him... if he hadn't gotten held up at the pool... if he hadn't gotten carried off into a white van... Everyone just up and bent him over these days. No matter what he was doing, they thought it was alright to just push their dick into the fray and he'd suck it. And... he would. The feline's shoulders slumped. When it came down to it, he never said no. He didn't know how to.

He had to change something. The feline gathered himself up, straightening and wincing a little. He needed to buy a chastity belt or something. If he couldn't stop a fur once they started, he'd keep them from starting. Go into hiding. Wear lots of clothes. Get a disguise. He didn't know what he'd do, but he had to do something. With this resolution, he waddled his way on home.

By the time the apartment building was in sight, the night's chill had set in proper, and the black cat was shivering softly in his coat of chilled jism. His feet ached, his rear was sore and tingled in odds ways with every step, and his throat felt raw and dry. In the parking lot, he stopped a moment, sparing a paw to try and dust himself off. Dirt still clung to him, and he thought that maybe, if he at least got rid of most of it, he wouldn't look too suspicious. Just covered in dry, creamy globs. The feline sighed, shaking his head. He managed to drag himself up the steps clinging to his oversized pair of shorts with the single thought: a nice, long, warm bath. He didn't notice when he stepped in some dried cum approaching his door.

Holding his breath, Lith opened the door to the apartment slowly. The lights were out. He let a long breath go, and hobbled his way in. Nobody was up. Now he could-- jump as the door slammed behind him!

The lights flicked on, and he squinted only to snap his eyes wide as a hand shoved at the plug in his ass, clutching it through the fabric and twisting, making his sore hole seem to shatter in fresh pain as his back arched.

"I thought so." A hard, smooth voice murmured at his side. Reih was staring at him, he realized, though he didn't dare turn to look her in the eye. "You like it that much, slut? You wanna carry it around like you're pregnant?" She shoved deeper, nearly pushing the feline off his feet as jism leaked down his legs, his mouth wide. "Well, why not? You wish you were a pussycat anyway!" Her voice wound tighter, and she shoved him against the wall, looking him in the eyes now. Two hard emeralds, glistening erratically, bored at him. "Playing little boy cum bucket must be so much fun! You wanna practice being a cock glove some MORE? Well, let's play!" She took a fistful of his oversized shorts and grabbed his neck, and the world rolled over.

His head struck the carpet, and bent down to shove his chin to his chest as his shorts flung off his body. His legs flopped down as the cat struggled to breathe, peering up at the half-elf over him, wearing naught but yellow panties and a loose shirt-- and a hard glare. "T' fuck are you looking at?!" She mashed her foot over his face and shoved it to one side, where he left it, though his neck was starting to hurt already. His rear was pressed against the wall, now the highest point on his body as his shoulders and head sat on the floor. The fat plug between his cheeks stirred-- and yanked out, the feline crying out and shuddering thickly, clawing at the carpet.

"Won't be needing that! Now, you look awful full. Before we play, we'd better make some room!" She shoved her heel into his gut, a quick jab and draw as spunk spurted from his gaping tailhole, slopping down over the kitty's jibblies, his belly, and the side of his face. He swallowed tightly, his eyes closed tight as he tried to hold onto the contents of his stomach. "That's better! Now, we've got a treat ready!" The half-elf's voice was slowly growing grating, some mix of sarcasm and over-enthusiasm to the point of hysteria twisting her words.

Reih was only gone a moment, leaving Lith just enough time to manage a single, gasping breath once he was sure he wasn't going to throw up. She stepped into his peripheral vision once again and announced triumphantly, "I've got a new toy, just for you!" His eyes slid up, and traced somewhat blurrily over a thick, purple, heavily studded dildo. Hard, and over a foot in length. The black kitty shuddered, and started scrabbling at the carpet, trying to coordinate his drained, aching body into some kind of escape attempt. "Ah, ah, ah! I know you're excited, but you've got to keep STILL!" She kicked him in the gut again, her heel grinding deep into his belly as a thick fountain of thoroughly stewed cum launched into the air, her foot slipping away again to let it splatter over his shaking, convulsing body.

The feline swallowed tightly, focused on his struggles with his stomach for a moment-- and nearly lost when a broad, square-ish cockhead shoved into his gaping hole. He gave one more long swallow before groaning out, his eyes watering and his legs twitching, his footpaws shaking and flexing to either side of the half-elf. "Ooh, you like that, huh?" The feline started to shake his head, "well, have some more!" She shoved the toy deeper, a high cry bursting from the cat as long rows of fat pyramid studs dragged through his hole to rake at his cum-sodden insides. "That's it! Oh, you've almost got half! You're great at this game, you must practice sooooo much!" She growled as she gave that toy a sudden twist, dragging at his insides in a corkscrew.

Shaking his head weakly as tears rolled down his face sideways, Lith struggled to find words, to deny her in some way. Reih shoved deeper still, snarling as that wicked toy tore deep into his bowels, "what could be better than getting an oversized cock to shove in your ass, right?! We're just having a goddamn ball!" She twisted it like a lever, shoving the head abruptly into the wall of his insides, making it bulge from his stomach first, then grind against his spine as she shoved the other way. "I'm SO GLAD you like my new toy! I just knew you would!"

"I-- I--!" The feline finally managed to choke out a sound, his entire body on fire, barely under his control as it tremored with each motion of that mass of plastic eating at his asshole.

"WHAT, kitty boy?! Do you want it harder?" She gave a deep thrust, burying a good third of the purple hole-destroyer. "Are you gonna come?! Tell me! Spit it out!"

"I--!" The kitty managed to draw a shuddering breath, and pushed out the words, "I don't want this!" His air drained with the last word, barely hissing it out.

"What?!" Reih cried out, mockingly aghast, though she didn't pause in cramming the last inch of that monster into his hole, "why, but I thought you loved taking anything remotely phallic you came across, and shoving it up your butt as hard as you could! I mean, you do it all the time!" She leaned down with a worried pout straining on her face, "you don't mean to tell me you're tired of getting ass-raped, do you?"

Another slow, shaky gasp puffed the kitty's chest, and he rasped, "n-no. Not that. But..." His eyes closed slowly, his brow tightening as he drew another breath. "It's not... about the cock." He could feel the difference between what she was doing, and what he'd experienced today. It was hard to put it to words, but it wasn't just the shape, or the size.

"Whatever could you mean? You love cock!" She simpered, her voice dripping with malice as she gave that beast in his belly a slow stir, grinding around his insides.

His cheeks were lightly rosy somewhere under the layers of dried and wet spunk on his face, but Lith just put up his desperate defense of words, the only thing he had left. "I... do. But it's not about the cock..." he gasped softly, "it's about the pleasure. Their pleasure."

"Why, I just don't understand, kitty! I thought you were in it to get your ass stuffed! You can't stop moaning when you've got something nice and big inside you!" She celebrated this thought by dragging out a couple inches and pushing the dildo in again, the feline failing to stifle the very ironic, weak moan the purple monster pushed from him.

"I like it," he grunted, halfway to a whimper, "but I do it because... their pleasure makes me feel good." He could feel it creeping up, his memories of all that pleasure. Of all the times someone came inside him. "It's so... honest. So real." Fresh tears slipped from him, thought not for pain. He loved that moment, knowing that he had brought someone such pleasure. It was a warmth of the most precious kind.

"Ohh! So you mean, you feel validated as a living being when someone has an orgasm all because of you? Like you've gained a little meaning, a little value, through this indisputable proof that you are, at least for one moment, useful? I see! It all makes sense now!"

"Wh... wh--?" Lith's shock and hesitant curiosity was drowned out in abrupt peals of high laughter, the half-elf holding her belly with one hand and taking a tight grip of the dildo in the other.

The laughter cut off, and every vicious inch of that monster ripped out of his ass in one sudden, powerful jerk forward that dragged the feline's abruptly emptied rear forward, his body rolling to fall out on the carpet bent up painfully-- only for the half-elf to give him a sharp kick in the side before he could wince. "Get your leaky ass of my carpet! GET!!" She seized up the scruff of his neck as he yowled out weakly, dragging him over and throwing him in the bathroom. "Don't come out till you're clean as a Catholic schoolboy, inside AND out!" The door slammed shut, leaving the feline in darkness.

A thick thump sounded behind the door as something heavy dropped to the floor, and after a moment, soft moans started to seep through the wood. The door shuddered. She was leaning against the door, masturbating thoroughly-- as she'd often done after she was done with a victim.

Lith only relaxed after the half-elf's groans had reached their throaty peak, and faded, and she'd finally walked away, slamming her door shut behind her. He let a long, slow breath go, laid out on the cool tile in a slowly growing puddle of lukewarm jism. It tickled the fur on the back of his thighs and along the small of his back.

He stared at the ceiling, though he couldn't see it, his body aching all over, but refusing above all else to move an inch. That would surely destroy him. He lay on the bathroom floor and mulled over his day, his mind moving slowly.

It was true. He had no idea what he wanted to do for a living, he wasn't religious, and he often felt... empty inside. He had no direction, and nothing he was sure he really cared about. Even himself. But... when someone saw him, and they took him, and they didn't care what he said-- when they wanted him that much. When they used him and came all over him or pumped him full. For that long, he, as a person, was indisputably wanted. It might not have been love, but there was no doubt, no second guessing, when someone had you bent over and taking it. For that long, that person was telling him as honestly and directly as anyone ever could: they were glad he was born. They were glad that he existed.

His paw stirred, and weakly dragged itself up to his chest. Cum and dirt were layered in his fur, slick under his fingers as he pressed softly over his heart.

How many times had he made someone's day just a little better? How many times had he brought someone pure, simple pleasure just by giving up his body for a few moments' time? He had no idea... but in this cool, quiet moment, he could feel the warmth of them all in his heart. He had found his reason to keep living, as everyone had to in a lonesome world. His might not be the most proud in some's eyes, but to him, the thought that he might make just one more connection, one more simple, physical, instinctual sharing of need and lust and the primal energy of life... that was all he needed to get up tomorrow morning, and the morning after, and the morning after. It was enough for him.

A simple peace came to the feline, finally. His breathing steadied, and his thoughts grew dimmer. And one last thought drifted through his mind in the darkness, before sleep came for him-- how clean was a Catholic schoolboy, anyway?