Dark Heart, Dark Seed - Part I
One of the first erotic stories I've ever written, this story takes place in the mind of my fursona, Fuyf, wrestling with a combination of writer's block and his personal anguish. However, while in his moment of despair, he is visited by a darker aspect of his personality...
I love imagery and things that take place inside the mind, such as the setting for this story; it leaves you with so many possibilities and options, and puts an interesting twist on what otherwise may be a run-of-the-mill story :P
Symbolism and insinuation are spices I like to use in my writing sometimes, hopefully creating a tasty result
I pounded the typewriter, growling at my own incompetence as the white page mocked me from the safety of its perch. Hours upon hours I sat in my chair staring at the devilish canvas glaring back at me, taunting me as I fumbled to snatch the right words flittering about in my head. My arms weren't long enough, and the right word always seemed just out of reach, leaving me to fall back down with empty paws.
Hissing with anger I slashed a skyscraper of books, finding little satisfaction in the thick thudding of volumes crashing onto the carpet. I whirled around and dug my claws deep into my lush red office chair, ripping through soft velvet and letting its fluffy guts spew out onto the floor. After disembowelling my faithful chair I tried retracting my claws but was painfully pulled back when I noticed one of them was stuck in the sinister velvet. Recklessly I yanked back hard, pulling the chair over like a dying tree before it landed on my defenceless tail, the thick crimson carpet failing to cushion the pinch.
White-hot pain shot up my tail and cascaded through my back, meowling in agony as my legs instinctively jumped up; which only made the pain worse as they did not realize that it was still pinned. Fur standing on end as my ears twitched and twisted back in disgust, I quickly picked up the chair and furiously threw it as far as I could across the room, the beat-up battering ram knocking down book towers and scattering papers before crashing into the base of a tall shelf, rattling its frightened contents.
I reached down and gently cradled my bruised tail between my paws, paternally licking it as grief-stricken tears trickled down my furry cheeks. There was a faint taste of blood on my fur as I continued grooming the wound, a great lead weight rising up into my chest as the tears started welling in my tired blue eyes. I fell to my knees, the surging adrenaline suddenly filtered out of my veins and replaced with icy sludge, sapping my energy and releasing a dark wave of sadness inside me.
Burying my face into my paws I wept like I was in mourning; like I had lost someone close to me; like I had lost a piece of myself. All of my convictions and doubts crept into my thoughts, driving me deeper into the dark abyss; all of my frustrations, let-downs, untouched desires, and losses pooled together to drag me further down into my misery.
"Why won't the words come?" I cried to myself. "Why am I in so much pain?" My chest heaved, heart beating fast as if it were aching to leap out and run far away from this place.
Why was I so full of doubt? Where did such a weight on my shoulders come from? What had caused such sadness to build inside me?
"Isn't it obvious, little kitten?"
My ears twitched to the hauntingly-familiar voice that echoed in my office, tears suddenly drying as I lifted my head. There was no one else in the room.
Sniffing the air I caught the aroma of fine tailoring, expensive wine, and cheap cologne. My ears turned in all directions while my eyes slowly swept the circular office, searching for any subtle indication of another presence.
I found none.
The fur on my chest rose as I cautiously stood up, plucking my spectacles from off the desk while I kept an eye out for any sign of movement. A low purr started to rumble in my chest.
"Pleased to see me, love?"
I spun around to find myself staring at a bookcase, no one there. My ears continued scanning for the source like a submarine sonar.
"I don't see you at all, dear," I growled, taking a fearful step back. "Felines also purr from fear, you know that right?"
"Aww, you scared of me?"
"I'm scared of what you'll do, you prick," I snapped. The tip of my tail bumped the desk leg; I felt safer staying close to my typewriter.
"Hey, watch your language with me you little cur, don't forget who the dominant one is here."
"Why do you keep calling me a dog, asshole?" If things got uncontrollable and I was cornered, I could write Him out of the room and lock Him away.
"Like you did that dark place?"
Damn, I forgot that he could hear my thoughts.
"Y-yes," I stammered to empty space. "I could send you there too if you don't behave."
"Are you threatening me, little kitten?"
Reaching a paw back behind me, I searched for the Backspace key, then suddenly felt sharp claws dig into my arm and pull me down before I even had a chance to scream, the typewriter striking my spine. My tail snapped straight out before going limp, icy hot pain slithering through my veins, all the air in my lungs suddenly escaping through my voiceless lips.
I slowly opened my eyes to see a familiar snout sniffing me, bright yellow eyes locking with mine. The fox let a sinful grin grow across his lips, parting to speak in a low whisper-like tone.
"Hello Fuyf"