Black River
This one's for you, Jarrett. :) We can never find any damn time, so I write this in lieu. It's not really you, since I can't remember what you look like, but it's how I'd picture ya.
Rain pelted the ground. Slowly, droplets of water slid from the dark sky and splattered onto the ground below, the black asphalt below that led into the alley, which was connected to sidewalks, to streets, to roads and avenues and boulevards, to highways, to the rest of the country, became damp, and eventually, began to leak from the immense amounts of water covering it, draining back into the cycle.
The scent of wet rose around the city. Black rivers moving in different directions on all sides flowed fluidly, stopping at a red hand, only to resume in another direction. Concrete sculptures dripped off heavy water from their rooftops. The windows upon these buildings slowly dripped of water, with bored eyes glaring out at the sky, complaining of the weather situation at hand.
Down between one of these buildings, a metallic door creaked open. The yellow light had a small sense of static as viewed from the outside due to the downpour, but once approached under the appearance of dryness, fluid light flowed out, although it proved to be rather dim for the dark alley. An anthropomorphic feline standing at roughly five foot six crawled out from the door, glaring up at the sky and shaking his head, grumbling to himself. This cat was only wearing a black leather zip-up jacket, a black button-up t-shirt underneath, and a pair of black slacks. The holes of these pants were getting wetter and wetter from the droplets flying up from the ground after splattering. The fur that covered all of his body was almost white, but not quite. It was a very light gray--somewhat silver. It, too, got wetter.
A droplet from the black river connected to the alley paused, causing grunts of commotion and annoyance from the other fluids hustling and bustling through. It turned slowly to look down the alley. It gazed upon the face of the feline, who was slowly reaching through the pockets of his leather jacket to find his pack of cigarettes. It chuckled softly as the feline grumbled and couldn't find those sticks that he wished to use. This gave the figure an idea.
The feline grumbled and began to scan himself, rubbing over his body for the smokes. He smacked his pockets, and the figure stepped closer. He looked over to his side, grabbing his back pockets, and the figure stepped closer. He slapped his jacket pockets a few more times just to make sure, and the figure stepped closer. Eventually, the feline grumbled and crossed his arms in a childish defeat, gazing off into the wall ahead of him, the next building over. The figure clicked his umbrella silently and pulled it down. The feline closed his eyes. With a warm, almost wicked smile, the wetness began to roll over the figure's face, trickling off his hat, gentle thumps of rain pounding away at him. This sound caught the cat's attention. Focus.
The figure stepped into the light. Standing at a towering six feet five inches stood a buff, smug-faced, light-brown kangaroo. His ears poked out from the top of his black newsboy cap. His three-piece suit was completely perfect and equally pressed, from the red power tie he wore, to the white undershirt, to the pressed and pin-striped pants. This was all underscored by the coal black hard-toed dress shoes he wore. As per the situation of the weather around the two, however, the kangaroo's outfit was starting to look rather unprofessional from all the raindrops soaking into his clothing. But he didn't care.
Large green curious eyes gazed up at the kangaroo, as a state of confusion surrounded the silver cat. What was the kangaroo here for? (The sound of plastic kissing asphalt was heard as the 'roo threw his umbrella to the side.) Was he here to mug him? (Though if he was here to mug, indeed, he would have done so!) Was he here for a fling? Was he here for money? Was he here for murder? What was he here for? Until the feline felt the strong paws on his shoulders, until the feline felt the strong, powerful kangaroo lips pressed against his own, until he felt that strong, long pink muscle force itself between his lips and down his throat, until he felt himself melt against the wall he became pinned against, he was unsure. But now he was.
Water from the sky dribbled onto their bodies, causing a smoke-like aura to form around them, all from the water splattering their figures. The feline just lay against the wall, under the strength of the kangaroo, letting that forceful tongue dangle and wiggle about in his muzzle. Indeed, he as well fell to the spell, as his tongue began to slowly rub and tease against the caramel-colored fur's, running back and fourth timidly against it, as if exploring new grounds for the first time. The cat was under a spell.
Through all the hunger of the forced lust emanating from the alley, the black river did not stop. The flow resumed, no matter what happened. Once the anomaly of the tall kangaroo was out of it, it resumed. The annoyed voices ceased; the explicatives ended. It was its own entity that stopped for nothing, that stopped for no one. (Except for red hands, of course. Then it flowed in another direction.)
It was through this that the kangaroo knew the situation at hand--he could do anything to the feline he had under his paws and no one would stop to help him, nor would anyone stop to watch. The former wouldn't truly be an issue, however.
The kangaroo, while still sloppily kissing his prey, slid his right hand gently off the feline's shoulder, pinning him still with the left. He grabbed the cat's wrist and slowly brought it to his own crotch, forcing the cat to push his paw against his bulge. The cat whimpered softly and whined, then squeezed down on it. It was thick. There was much to grab. Much, much to grab. The feline was even more so sedated with hunger.
Instructing the cat under his spell, the 'roo grabbed the cat's paw and pushed it into his groin. He groaned into the cat's mouth at the feeling of that soft, supple hand pressing against the growing bulge in his pin-striped dress pants, shuddering a little. Without even needing a verbal instruction, the cat squeezed his digits hard around the bulge in his fist, then whined out loudly into the kangaroo's hand. From one grab, he could tell three things: it was thick, it was long, and it was uncut. He didn't know quite how long it was, however, as that was the only lacking detail he needed to complete the puzzle, but he already knew, both from the forceful actions of the sexy and strong 'roo before him, pinning him to the wall and forcing him to grope his package, that it was going to be inside of him.
The kangaroo grinned broadly in the middle of the kiss as he felt the smaller cat submit fully to him. The lithe fingers fiddled around until it felt a zipper, then slowly--as if not wanting to know what was behind that fly--pulled down. It snuck between the fabric and reached for a pair of undershorts. The kangaroo snarled pleasantly and shoved his tongue deeper into the cat's mouth. The feline stumbled and pinned himself harder to the wall, moaning out into the kangaroo's mouth.
He worked faster. He quickly shoved his fingers under the hem of those undergarments, pulling them down under the anthro-kangaroo's equally anthropomorphic testicles, and exposed his hardness. Rain drops fell onto the now exposed length, nearly invisible puffs of steam sizzling up from the throbbing shaft. It stood at roughly ten inches long, two and a half across. Veins swirled all over it. The tip of the creamy head was peeking out from the 'roo's thick foreskin. It was beautiful.
(The sound of the black river became slightly louder.)
The marsupial opened his eyes and smirked down at the feline, quickly pulling his tongue away. A loud mewl of displeasure and disappointment left the feline, and his own eyes shot open curiously. A thick rope of saliva trailed from his lip to the powerful kangaroo's. White teeth beamed back at the feline. The appearance of those pearly whites was quickly followed by a gentle nod and a slight shove on his shoulders. The cat's eyes went a bit wider, looking down at the thickness before him, then back up at the kangaroo. The eyes were grateful and surprised that such an offering was indeed being given to him. After another look, the cat smiled a very content smile, and quickly fell to his knees.
The force of the fall caused a slightly audible splash to sound out through the alley, but it was somewhat muted by the grungy sound of powerful hard-wood shoes slamming into the concrete beside them in that octagonal-shaped black stream. The feline's face was now covered in water, fur matting down his face, steam curling up from his muzzle as he panted in pure lust. He slowly reached up with his soaked hand, grabbing the base of the veiny, meaty shaft, and pulled back the foreskin. The kangaroo slowly brought his paws to the back of the feline's head, a deep rumble of pleasure reverberating from his chest, his prick throbbing gently. Another gaze up to the captor above, and then back down to the worship below. The green eyes went shut, and the silver muzzle opened, and slowly, the lips wrapped around the tip, the tongue prodding the head, the marsupial's head rolling back in a loud groan, the fingers squeezing and curling into the feline's wet neck-fur. The feline began to gently suckle.
(The sound of the black river became slightly louder.)
A deeper groan of pleasure left the kangaroo when he felt those tight lips curl around his uncovered throbbing head. The cat was met with a reward of pre-seed that shot into the depths of the feline's throat, causing the kitty to moan out with delight, to slowly inch his way further down. The kangaroo snarled and groaned out again, shuddering, his length twitching and spitting again. Another moan. This continued until the cat had his muzzle all the way to the base of his two fingers that were holding the foreskin back, the nine-inch mark.
Nearly every inch of that length was buried to the hilt of the cat's expert muzzle. He swallowed hard around it, letting his warm throat muscles caress the uncut head. A loud moan escaped the kangaroo's lips, his smoky body tensing up from that wonderful feline maw around his shaft. He slowly rocked his hips back, then pushed back in. The cat complied. He did not move his mouth at all, but instead, wrapped his arms around the kangaroo's powerful hips, holding himself, bracing himself for what was to come. The kangaroo smirked, tilted his head to the side, then began to ease himself faster, at a more comfortable pace--at the pace a lover may give to his significant other. Except in this situation, it was not a place of sentiment, but rather, in the warm confines of a male mouth.
This gave the feline the opportunity to suckle harder, to work more of his actual tongue and lips around the worthy shaft buried between his chops. Each time the kangaroo thrust to the hilt, he made sure to swallow hard and repeatedly around the uncovered head. Each time it pulled back, he made sure to let his tongue quiver and slither all over.
Loud moans continued to spit from the kangaroo's maw, his thrusting getting faster and faster until he started to pound away at the feline's muzzle. This caused the kitty to whimper slightly, to shiver, to suckle even harder at the feeling of being degraded so, to have his mouth used as a fuck-toy rather than as a device of communication.
The marsupial blinked his eyes open, then suddenly stopped, and pulled his shaft out, realizing what he was doing, slightly blushing. Lost in the throes of lust, he began to push himself to orgasm. But that's not quite what he wanted as of yet.
(The sound of the black river became slightly louder.)
The kangaroo slowly brought his muzzle down and slid the cat off his prick. Once more, the rope of saliva--though this time mixed with seed--trailed from the end of the feline's lower lip to the peeking tip of the kangaroo's thickness. The marsupial bent down slightly and grabbed the cat's chin, slowly pulling him up to face him. A warm grin curled up around the kangaroo's lips as he gazed at him, eyes lowering to peek at those dripping pants. Specifically, he stared at how ridiculously wet the area round his knees were. A funny thing to tell co-workers, he assumed.
Without warning, both of those huge 'roo paws reach down and grabbed the feline's rump. Those green eyes shot open and gazed curiously at their captor, but before this could happen, the whole body that these orbs were connected to was lifted and pinned to the wall. Mentally shocked, all the cat could do was wrap his arms around the marsupial's neck.
Instead of lewdly sliding the kitty's pants off--now starting to soak more and more as the rain drops began to pound harder, as a powerful lightning bold cracked open the sky and forced the windows containing angry eyes to shudder, forcing those eyes to open and blink curiously in surprise at the sound of that powerful rumble--he unsheathed a claw from his finger and ran it right down the cleft of where the cat's rump would be. The fabric split easily, like scissors to paper. Then the finger snuck between the newly created slit and formed another right at where the feline's entrance would be. A soft moan escaped the cat's jaws, a deep blush coming to his dripping ears.
All the kangaroo could do was smile.
The marsupial slowly slid his finger back into the new opening he made and began to run his digit slowly back and fourth against the soft pucker now exposed. The cat arched his back and whined out happily, the rumphole winking at the feeler pressed against it. The kangaroo smirked and shoved right up to the knuckle, testing how the cat can take more rough pleasure. And not to his surprise, a loud moan ruptured from the cat's lips and reverberated between the two walls that formed the alley.
(The sound of the black river became rougher.)
Although not taken aback by this, one eyebrow piqued at the sound. This was followed by another trademark smirk from the 'roo. He just as roughly yanked his finger from the cat's hole, then grabbed his bottom. He groped it hard with both hands, and poised himself. Without warning, the creamy caramel hips--though hidden by pinstripes--met the hips of a silver feline--which were equally hidden by slacks. A loud squeal from the cat and a deep, guttural combination of a growl and a groan signified how deep the kangaroo had penetrated.
Just after being taken to the hilt, the feline's head rolled forward, eyelids shooting open to expose apple eyes, the gray muzzle going agape. The kangaroo had shoved up into him in such a way that his prostate was tickled instantly with hard, pleasing pressure applied to it. This forced his erection to attempt to break out of his slacks, but of course, they could not. The marsupial was also brutal enough to simply let that erection stay in there for good throughout this whole thing. A loud grunt that erupted from the 'roo, however, signified the start.
Without any care for what could possibly hurt the feline's body, claws dug into the wet pants of his prey. Without any sensitivity for the one he was inside, he yanked his hips away. He then pounded them to the hilt. A yowl of pleasure, and a deep growl of delight. Again, a heavy yank, and a hard shove. The repeating of the process. The kangaroo snarled with delight, then shoved his muzzle forward, biting down hard on the cat's neck. He bit down hard enough to cause puncture marks to form around his razor-sharp teeth as they probed at the skin, but there was just not enough pressure to actually prick the skin. This drove the feline nuts, as he began to claw at the kangaroo's three-piece suit. This caused another loud snarl to erupt and reverberate throughout the alleyway, and without any further warning, those creamy caramel hips slammed back and fourth between the feline's hips.
Though the cat wasn't resisting whatsoever. He wrapped his legs around the hips of his predator, holding them tight, keeping his rump nice and tight for that thick, uncut dick shoving itself deep into his body, causing him to twitch and tingle, to warm up at the very feel of that bulky dick stretching him, to feel it penetrate him and cause him to squeal with delight, to stain his pants and underwear with preseed. He was enjoying himself. And he was trying his best to get off his assailant as well as he could. He squeezed his tight pucker around that delicious prick, milking it for what it was worth as it entered him, then expertly released, to make the pull away easy for the kangaroo. He kept this up to his best ability, doing as well as he could to meet the kangaroo's pace.
The tongue of the creamy marsupial licked out and slathered over the area that was bitten. The feline whimpered and moaned loudly, causing no reverberation in the black river flowing beside them, causing no pause in the crackling thunder surrounding them, causing no pause in scent of water rising around them, causing no stop to the rain flooding their bodies, soaking them, forcing them to drip with more than just their own bodily fluids.
It was unfortunate that the kangaroo let himself get so carried away with fucking that sweet warm muzzle, however. He underestimated the power of the bottom-cat's bottom.
He bit down just slightly onto the cat's neck. A loud squeal of pain and pleasure erupted from the feline's lips as equal sensations seared through the cat's body, shooting down his spine and forcing him to tighten up, to lose his sense of anal rhythm. A low grumble of delight rolled from the kangaroo's lips as he began to suckle on the feline's neck, claws digging in to pierce the skin of the cat's rump. The emerald-eyed feline was set in a fit of pure lust.
The kangaroo was as well, but he was on the edge.
He began to pound faster, faster, faster. His hips slammed against the feline's body, rain pelted them harder and harder, thunder crackled and KRA-KOOMED throughout the area, lightning shot down and struck the ground, yelling and rumbling arose from the river, the sound of ripping clothing penetrated the air, rattling windows were heard, squeals of pleasure shot higher and higher in pitch, increasing groans and moans of pleasure shot further up into the air, lewd slurping noises penetrated the alley, fabric versus fabric clashing together, and then it all suddenly stopped.
All that was heard was the rain. Rain drops pelted the two as they both shared an orgasmic bliss. The kangaroo had hilted as hard as his powerful muscles could into the cat, and in turn, the kitty's prostate reacted and forced him to cum. Their bodies shuddered in mute as the rain simply splattered on the ground, soft noises of water tapping at the ground sounded.
The black river remained a river, though it flowed in dead silence.
When their breathing returned to them, the aural cocoon was shattered. The black river roared, but then returned to its normal sound. A soft honking sound came from the street that the brook surrounded. A low-frequency thunder rumbled long after a lightning bolt struck. The claws retracted, the teeth returned, and the wounds healed up.
Slowly, the kangaroo slid himself out of the feline, groaning out loudly, as the cat still managed to keep himself rather tight. That tight bottom just didn't seem to want to let go of that god-like cock. The marsupial slowly slid his paws away from the cat's rump, setting his bare-foot body on the ground. He smiled at the cat, then slowly stuffed his length back into his pants, grabbed his umbrella, and began to walk back down the alley.
Stunned once more, the cat listened to the sounds of the rain. Thump after thump of water hit the ground, splashing into the groove that the alley created. His green eyes watched as his sexual deity walked away.
He looked up at his office building, curiously, watching the raindrops vertically fall onto his face, which forced him to blink a few times from the droplets falling into his eyes. He stared for what seemed like five minutes then turned to the alley. The figure of the kangaroo was dim, but was still there. Hope still.
He dashed, with all his own strength, toward him.