More Jealousy
A thin trail of smoke rose from within the cubicle. It was caught be the draft blown by the air conditioner and swept away into nothing, stolen of its chaotic beauty so simply. The cat held his cigarette to one side and flicked the butt repeatedly with him thumb. The action was bordering on obsessiveness the way it was repeated long after the ash had joined the pile at his side. It was never long before the cigarette came to his muzzle again though and he took another drag. The smoke tasted bad, it usually did after the tenth or so but he couldn't help it, he was addicted after all and giving up was more drama and stress then he needed right now. The embers at its end were coming perilously close to his fingers and deciding it had enjoyed its life of flame and smoke long enough he reached over and stubbed it out. It sizzled immediately and was left there, the remaining white paper stained red, he had stubbed it out in the pool of blood that with every moment inched its way towards him. Brown eyes, boring brown he liked to call them lifted and a grin crossed his face. Some would consider it maniacale. It was happy, delighted, thrilled, ecstatic, and yet so wrong as well, so evil, so dark and sinister it would make your stomach feel uneasy and make you want to look away but unable to do so for fear of what a smile like that could bring. He looked at his handiwork. The others were child's play, nothing more then experiments testing the field and learning the delicate nature of what he was considering to be an art form now. The body slumped backwards on the toilet was close to unrecognisable. The pattern of the fur gave sign it may have been a tiger of some sort, but in all honesty the tail was the only part not soaked in blood. His victim had probably not suffered long. The way his throat had been cut it would have taken seconds for him to pass out from lack of blood to the brain. However, that was not where it had ended this time. No, the feline had continued. His knife had still been thirsty, as had his desire to make this one better then the rest.
A tentative knock came on the cubicle door and the felines ears perked up. A voice, his horses voice, he scrambled to his feet from his crouching position and opened the door only so far as he could stick his head through. His eyes went past the horse and around the room, the serious expression that had taken his face made the horse grin. Knowing something was up and enjoying these little games the feline played he felt tingles up his spine. It was a surprise enough to have his lover here at all, let alone a rendezvous in a toilet cubicle. Satisfied that no one was around the feline swung the door open, his expression changed from cautious to one of sheer and utter pride. Toothy and anxious he waited for his horse's response. Said response however was not what he had expected. The horse's hand went up to his mouth and covered it. He left as if someone had just kicked him in the stomach and he could throw up at any moment. The sight before him was more from a nightmare then anything he had expected to see in real life. The creature on the toilet seat had literally been cut open, yet so precisely it seemed to be a labour of love almost. He looked to the feline, and although he gave that same impish grin as the previous murders this time it felt so different. That smile was usually more then enough to give him an erection. But the scene itself was too gruesome to allow it. His cat had pushed the limits this time, not only pushed them, but defiled them most horribly. What had been a game of death and cover-ups had turned to mutilation in a public place. A large hand went to the doorframe to brace himself, his knees were feeling weak, stomach still twisted in a knot. "W... what have you done?" was all he could breath out in a hoarse whisper. The cat's expression dropped from giddy joy to confusion, then something almost hinting at anger. "What do you mean? It was meant to be a surprise. Isn't it beautiful? I did it for you, just like the others." He folded his arms over his chest and gave a child like pout. What hell had spawned this feline who could look still so cute and innocent while he was up to his elbows in blood the horse wondered. The feline was all he could look at now, another glimpse of the victim would be more then he could handle. With a few deep breaths he tried to gather himself, but that just led way to a new cold feeling of terror. He was the one who was supposed to cover this up, the other ones were easy, discrete. He could just take the body and dispose of it. This one, it was a mess, he could never get this body out without people noticing. It was only sheer luck no-one had noticed the heady meaty smell of flesh and blood already. No, this one was nothing but pure violent murder, the cat trying his hardest to prove his devotion and love to the horse, but he couldn't deal with it.
Noticing the horses hesitation the cat acted, he figured the horse was simply overcome by the gesture. He had certainly outdone himself this time. It all had gone so well, and the final results speak for themselves. A paw reached forwards and pulled the horse in, the cubicle door slammed shut behind him and the equine was pushed against it. "Come on horsey, lets do it, right here, right in front of him, I don't think he'll mind" the feline laughed at his little joke as he pressed his body against the horses and nuzzled at his lovers neck. He was still riding the high of his actions. The perverse excitement he got from killing, that small part of his nature the horse had allowed to be fed. That part of his nature the horse had associated with sex and that's what the feline now craved. Unable to see the horse's blank stare as he was forced to look at the terrible scene in front of him the cat continued to nuzzle the furry neck. Hands travelling down the horse's body and groping at his pants, a belt was unbuckled and the feline slid downwards until he was on his knees in the blood, his hands on the horses hips and a semi erect cock on his mouth. It was nothing more then the physical stimulation that was causing the horse's arousal since the body before him could do nothing but make him sick. But with a swelling member in his mouth the feline didn't notice anything wrong. It was now the horse realised other details, he couldn't recognise the face, the bloodied. Not even slightly. This corpse was a stranger. His eyes dry from not having blinked since that door first opened painfully closed. His head tiled back against the cubicle door and the feline did his work, now sucking on the horse's throbbing cock while the horse tried to get that picture out of his mind and pictured how this had come to be.
The bar was where the horse came to after cricket. Since he was outed he spent less time in it then before but still made his mandatory visits after a game. It was mostly mind numbingly boring, and at times he found his only entertainment by sharing fleeting glances with patrons who also seemed to stand out as much as he did. It was rare, but he'd occasionally flash someone who gave him a more then cursory glance a wink and a smile. He would tell the feline this when he got home, just to see that hint of jealousy within the cats eyes and then know he would be in for a night of wild sex, the feline having to reprove his worth to the equine. That night when the cat had walked in he must have been looking for one of these random's the horse had shared smiles with. And having nothing more then that to go on the cat was easily satisfied that the first male to look at him for more then a second must be one of the men that was trying to steal his horse. The tiger unfortunately must have been the poor unfortunate who looked at the cat. And there after his mind was set. He bided his time, drank his vodka and orange, smoked his cigarettes and waited for the moment. The tiger would have headed into the toilet first and the cat would have been quick to follow, catching him entering a cubicle the cat would have pounced after him, forcing his way in, and then, committing the act. The horse shuddered, his mind brought back to the here and now, the hot mouth working him over in exactly the ways that drove him wild. His breathing became quicker, and then cat slurped and sucked. And then he blew his load into his lover's mouth. The cat drinking it down with much satisfaction. But the horse knew what had to be done, the monster he created now had to be stopped. The honeymoon was over and it was time to make things right.