Feeding the Fish
Short and sw... er... Well I wrote something. Definitely not my usual. Probably not for everyone. I'm almost certainly blowing off some steam. Anyway, if you did enjoy it, please let me know. Thanks again.
The boar looked impassively out at the wolf sitting on the couch across from him, eyes meeting. He puffed at his cigar as the wolf sweated in his jeans and t-shirt. Impressively muscled, but not overbuilt, agile, handsome. Oh, handsome. The boar knew exactly what was under those jeans, how it felt when he was inside that tight ass. He rubbed his penis as he remembered, and he sighed. "Look, I said I was sorry--"
The boar held up his hand, silencing the wolf. "Let me think," he said, patiently. "Not one more word from you."
The wolf nodded, and lowered his gaze, abashed.
Rohert puffed again, and savoured the taste in his mouth for a moment, rolling the smoke across his tongue before exhaling. Expensive.
"Now that I'm thinking upon it, I've been rude not to offer you one of your own." He unzipped his pants, and freed his cock from its confines. "Smoke away. Enjoy it. Make me happy."
The wolf wasted no time, kneeling on the high pile rug that sat between the two leather couches. His nose inhaled the boar's musky scent, and Rohert's member came to life in the wolf's expert paws, tongue tenderly hunting for the first drips of flavour as the boar's excitement built.
Rohert placed a hand on the wolf's furry head, and rubbed gently. "Now. I like you, Abam, I really do. I like the way you smell, the way you feel... honest to goodness, I like fucking the shit out of you. I really do. You make me feel fantastic." The wolf said nothing, working quickly, enveloping Rohert's now turgid uncut length entirely in his maw. The boar gasped for a moment before regaining composure, taking another puff of the cigar and leaning back against the couch. "Fantastic. But you treated me like a piece of shit last week. I love you, I fucking love you, and you get seen with another guy." At this, the wolf's efforts paused, but Rohert kept his head exactly as it was. The wolf began to blubber. "Now I never involved you in any of the gangster shit I was into. You never saw a fucking gun, you never saw the drugs, you never saw any of the business... you only saw me. I kept it from you, because I didn't want you involved.
"Did I tell you to fucking stop?" Rohert leaned into the wolf and blew acrid smoke across him. "Fuck it. Get your fucking clothes off. We'll try this again when my dick tastes like shit. You fucking like it anyway." The boar took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
Abam said nothing, disrobing quickly, hands protectively covering his erect member. Clenching the cigar in his teeth, Rohert smiled ferally and tossed the wolf over the arm rest, exposing his tight pucker. "Fuck you, Abam," he snarled through clenched teeth as he forced his way in, with only a little lubrication from the wolf's mouth. Abam howled in pain as the boar's huge member opened him up.
Rohert thrashed the wolf across the back with his belt. "I said don't talk. Not a word, not a peep. I'm sick of your voice." The boar grunted as he thrust, caring only about using Abam's ass one last time, dragging his cock in and out of the now raw hole. Abam sobbed, and Rohert thrashed him again, drawing blood. "Fuuuuck!!" he screamed, his cigar spinning against one of his tusks and onto the floor, where it began to smoulder.
He sighed, and withdrew with a wet pop. Picking up the cigar, he tapped out the burn mark on the carpet, and sat back on the opposing couch, and looked at the wolf.
Abam sobbed. He covered his eyes with his arm, and turned away from Rohert, his body shaking uncontrollably. Rohert rubbed his eyes. "Okay. Okay... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. See? You bring this out in me. I love the shit out of you. But something needs to change in this relationship. I'm a jealous guy. I can't have you running around fucking other guys. It'll drive me crazy." He sighed and moved to the other couch, pulling the wolf up and sitting beside him. "Here," he said, holding him, "here, it's fine, I'm over it, we're just about done." Rohert dug his snout into the wolf's neck, smelling the tears and sweat and musk. He patted him on the leg, and stood up.
"You want some water? I'll get you a glass." Rohert moved into the kitchen, and looked out at the city from his penthouse. Night life from two-hundred floors below winked and blinked at him, silent from behind the glass. "It's a big world out there, Abam. Lots of fish in the sea, they say, for a guy out looking for love." The boar set the glass on the counter, and looking over at the wolf, snapped his fingers.
The sound seemed to echo in the apartment forever, as the light decayed in the room, each source becoming a dull point, seemingly far away. The boar stepped gingerly and quietly towards the wolf, who, without a sound, began to diminish. Flailing wordlessly, Abam's body seemed to pull into itself, feet to inches, as Rohert loomed like a tower above him on the couch, leaning closer and closer, watching as every extremity on the wolf pulled into his body, leaving a tiny, slivered form that flipped and flopped on the leather expanse.
Gingerly, with light and sound returning, the boar picked up the small fish, gently carrying his greatly diminished form over to the glass of water. With a small plop, Abam slipped into the glass, a small, silver fish with a head that resembled a wolf's. Abam spun in his confines, bumping into the glass wall as Rohert pressed his snout to the glass, fogging it. "G'night, Abam. We'll get you some nice new digs tomorrow. Love you." The boar kissed the glass once before setting off to bed, turning out the light as he did so.
Abam looked out through the glass at the city below.