Day of Porn
Jul. 16th, 2010 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charisstomaCan't believe I'm doing this.
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Title: Not Romeo and Juliet
Author: charisstoma
Content: Soft R, voyeurism, auto-fellatio (you’ll never look at your pet the same way again), were-critters.
Word count: 1707
The gentle swaying should have kept him asleep but the slamming of the delivery truck’s door had him struggling up out of the shavings inside the carrier. Where the hell was he, last he remembered he’d been in a bar trying to locate his damn, couldn’t keep it in his pants, cousin. The bartender hadn’t even listened to him, just plunked a drink down in front of him, told him it was on the house and to get his sorry ass out of his place when he was done. ‘Not perhaps the best place to come then‘, he thought , slowly sipping the drink trying to see if anyone would meet eyes with him. ‘Nope, same as usual’ and walked out into the night. ’At least they hadn’t beat me up this time,’ he thought, use to being mistaken for his look-a-like cousin. Jace yawned, glancing up at the nearly full moon. Just a few more nights leeway. Getting furry and howling at the moon wasn’t going to help find his cousin or endear him to any local wolves. Why did his clan have to send him so close to changing time to track down the troublemaker? Passing the alley by his pickup, he didn’t even feel the unconsciousness that came quickly.
He was delivered to a cabin way the Hell out in the sticks from what he could kind of observe. No telling how many days he’d been in transit but it must have been a few because, glancing down at his paws through his blurry eyes, he’d changed. He’d tracked his way to a bottle of water that was hung on the side of the carrier once or twice, stretching up to lap at what following his nose had told him was there. Maybe there was something in the water because things still looked a little off and his mind was not the pointiest stick in the bundle.
The driver picked up his carrier one handed.. ‘that can’t be right, I’m heavier then that’.. and clumped up the wood stairs, confirmed the name with the man there in the doorway and wished him a good day. Jace shook his head trying to get his brain to work as the man’s face appeared looking in at him through the carrier’s grill. ‘The face was too big‘, he thought before he huddled back in his shavings and conked out again.
Next time Jace woke he was in a large glass room that had been set up as some kind of amusement park. Where did the guy get those large plastic tubes and Hell that wheel looked like something from a gerbil cage. Catching sight of his paws, he squeaked. Eyes blown wide, ‘NO!’ he did not just squeak’. Those were not his beautiful manly wolf paws they were.. were.. they looked like paws like a mouse, a reddish brown mouse, would have. ‘No, no, no, no, no, No. This was not happening to him. What did they drug him with?’ This was a bad trip.
“Suppose you were wondering what happened, huh.”, the man whose face Jace could faintly remember from the carrier door said. “Well you are going to be my guest for the next month or two it says in my letter and then I can do whatever I want with you. That’s about as long as Elise will need to get over you and marry the man the clan has picked for her. Too bad for you that you didn’t know her family were over protective pack. Here read it yourself,” was said with a shrug. The letter fluttered down into the glass cage. Jace proceeded to gnaw it into small bite sized pieces.
Over the next few days Jace rearranged his cage two times and was working on the third. Each time he scooted the wheel and a few of the tubes around closer to the side of the cage. It all had to look random because he was making a break for the wild where he could chew a hole in the bastard’s sock or something else, he wasn’t going to be picky, before finding a way out of the cabin. The Jerk had started calling him ‘Squeaky’ when he refreshed his water and mouse chow. ‘Squeaky!’ he’d growl but mice don’t growl and that was a shame. “I can’t help the fact that he’s given me an inadequately oiled exercise wheel.”
The aborted escape left Jace disgruntled. ‘Stupid squeaking wheel.’ The bastard evidently couldn’t sleep or work with the wheel’s noise so he’d removed it and only put it in when he himself was doing something noisy. That was working in the kitchen or taking a shower so far and Jace needed to use that wheel, his little feet frantic to get his frustrations and boredom under control. The chopping of vegetables right next to the cage was a torture he could have done without. BIG carving knife. Jace tried not to remember the nursery rhyme at those times.
The bathroom was more of a torture though. The jerk liked to *squeak* jerk off while in the shower. Jace didn’t know too much about mouse life but his balls seemed to be getting larger during his *another squeak* spit bath routine. If the bastard didn’t stop jerking off in front of him Jace was pretty sure there wouldn’t be any fur left on that part of his anatomy. Sometimes the Jerk would laugh when he’d notice Jace doing this, bringing the cage closer to the shower so Jace could get the full view and stroke while watching. First few times that happened Jace didn’t know what to think but now it was part of their routine. ‘Guess I’m not the only pervert in the room who likes to watch.’
A few weeks later a special delivery box arrived. The Jerk seemed surprised. Inside from the top of his wheel on the kitchen counter Jace could see clothing and another letter. Of course that would be the time the wheel squeaked and dumped him onto his little tail. This letter too fluttered into his cage and this time he took the time to scramble over the paper reading the words. His worthless cousin had done a Romeo with his Juliet/Elise minus the stabbing and poison. He’d somehow managed to become a flower that smelled as sweet and everyone accepted him now into Elise’s clan. They’d forgotten about Jace and only just realized they’d gotten the wrong wolf by accident and were trying to make amends. He read the words saying, sorry his original clothing was toast since they’d burned it not wanting Elise to know her lover was in the area. His truck was in some chop shop three states over. Elise’s family couldn’t do anything about that. Sorry again. Yada, yada, yada. And to break the spell that made him a mouse all he had to do was get kissed. Riiiiiight. He’s a mouse. He’s a mouse in a cabin. He’s a mouse in a cabin far away in the sticks and the only one here is his jerk-off buddy from shower time.
Jace took a moment to look up at said Jerk-off buddy. Then he applied himself to gnawing that letter too into small bite sized shreds. He might as well get use to being a mouse for the rest of his short unnatural life. No way was the Jerk going to want to kiss a mouse. Jace went and buried himself in his shavings.
Several days of depressed sulking and starting to smell like a mouse the Jerk took Jace back into the bathroom and put him on his accustomed perch near the shower. A wet finger flicked the shavings off of Jace and tugged him by his tail out into the open. Jace glared. Damp shavings were going to be a pain and that was HIS tail damn it. Bad Touch.
He started to groom his tail and from there it was obsessive cleaning, he smelled so mousy he had to do something. The Jerk was smiling taking his time to watch and wash on his own. By the time that Jace had gotten to his balls and little mouse prick the Jerk off was soaped up and stroking, all the time watching. Jace was so close, licking and watching that hand stroking back and forth that he didn’t see the other hand swoop in and grab him by his tail.
Blinking and feeling the water hitting his skin Jace looked up into lust wide eyes, a hand on his ass pulling him forward the other catching him up to stroke him erect again. The man had talented hands. A groan bounced off the walls of the shower, Jace’s hands gripping hard onto the shoulders above him. His head dropping back to expose his throat and whimpered. The man licked a line up from a shoulder, taking little nips along the way until his teeth set themselves on the side of Jace’s neck. A growl sounded in the stall and it wasn’t Jace’s. “Turn around”, he was the told, the hand not leaving off stroking. With a whine that would have him cringing later Jace hurried to comply. He was so ready for this after near a month of watching this man stroke in time to Jace’s licking, being surrounded by his scent.
‘Tell me he’s not using conditioner as lube.. Oh baby, yes right there.. In, in, in now.’ Evidently he’d said that aloud because there was a snicker behind him. With a twin groan they merged and started a dancing that ended with Jace bitten between neck and shoulder.
Comfy in bed later that night, Jace thought out loud, “I would get caught up with a were-bear. My Mom is going to have a fit of glee to finally have me with someone.” With a sigh, “I’ll never hear the end of ‘was the porridge too hot, too cold or just right?’”
A kiss was pressed over the bite mark arousing Jace for another round of play. “Well, how was that porridge?” in amusement. “Hot enough for you?”
Jace turned towards his bear. “Not sure. Think I’ll have to have another taste,” and pounced on His Jerk.
http://rykaine.livejournal.com/tag/day%20of%20porn
Title: Not Romeo and Juliet
Author: charisstoma
Content: Soft R, voyeurism, auto-fellatio (you’ll never look at your pet the same way again), were-critters.
Word count: 1707
The gentle swaying should have kept him asleep but the slamming of the delivery truck’s door had him struggling up out of the shavings inside the carrier. Where the hell was he, last he remembered he’d been in a bar trying to locate his damn, couldn’t keep it in his pants, cousin. The bartender hadn’t even listened to him, just plunked a drink down in front of him, told him it was on the house and to get his sorry ass out of his place when he was done. ‘Not perhaps the best place to come then‘, he thought , slowly sipping the drink trying to see if anyone would meet eyes with him. ‘Nope, same as usual’ and walked out into the night. ’At least they hadn’t beat me up this time,’ he thought, use to being mistaken for his look-a-like cousin. Jace yawned, glancing up at the nearly full moon. Just a few more nights leeway. Getting furry and howling at the moon wasn’t going to help find his cousin or endear him to any local wolves. Why did his clan have to send him so close to changing time to track down the troublemaker? Passing the alley by his pickup, he didn’t even feel the unconsciousness that came quickly.
He was delivered to a cabin way the Hell out in the sticks from what he could kind of observe. No telling how many days he’d been in transit but it must have been a few because, glancing down at his paws through his blurry eyes, he’d changed. He’d tracked his way to a bottle of water that was hung on the side of the carrier once or twice, stretching up to lap at what following his nose had told him was there. Maybe there was something in the water because things still looked a little off and his mind was not the pointiest stick in the bundle.
The driver picked up his carrier one handed.. ‘that can’t be right, I’m heavier then that’.. and clumped up the wood stairs, confirmed the name with the man there in the doorway and wished him a good day. Jace shook his head trying to get his brain to work as the man’s face appeared looking in at him through the carrier’s grill. ‘The face was too big‘, he thought before he huddled back in his shavings and conked out again.
Next time Jace woke he was in a large glass room that had been set up as some kind of amusement park. Where did the guy get those large plastic tubes and Hell that wheel looked like something from a gerbil cage. Catching sight of his paws, he squeaked. Eyes blown wide, ‘NO!’ he did not just squeak’. Those were not his beautiful manly wolf paws they were.. were.. they looked like paws like a mouse, a reddish brown mouse, would have. ‘No, no, no, no, no, No. This was not happening to him. What did they drug him with?’ This was a bad trip.
“Suppose you were wondering what happened, huh.”, the man whose face Jace could faintly remember from the carrier door said. “Well you are going to be my guest for the next month or two it says in my letter and then I can do whatever I want with you. That’s about as long as Elise will need to get over you and marry the man the clan has picked for her. Too bad for you that you didn’t know her family were over protective pack. Here read it yourself,” was said with a shrug. The letter fluttered down into the glass cage. Jace proceeded to gnaw it into small bite sized pieces.
Over the next few days Jace rearranged his cage two times and was working on the third. Each time he scooted the wheel and a few of the tubes around closer to the side of the cage. It all had to look random because he was making a break for the wild where he could chew a hole in the bastard’s sock or something else, he wasn’t going to be picky, before finding a way out of the cabin. The Jerk had started calling him ‘Squeaky’ when he refreshed his water and mouse chow. ‘Squeaky!’ he’d growl but mice don’t growl and that was a shame. “I can’t help the fact that he’s given me an inadequately oiled exercise wheel.”
The aborted escape left Jace disgruntled. ‘Stupid squeaking wheel.’ The bastard evidently couldn’t sleep or work with the wheel’s noise so he’d removed it and only put it in when he himself was doing something noisy. That was working in the kitchen or taking a shower so far and Jace needed to use that wheel, his little feet frantic to get his frustrations and boredom under control. The chopping of vegetables right next to the cage was a torture he could have done without. BIG carving knife. Jace tried not to remember the nursery rhyme at those times.
The bathroom was more of a torture though. The jerk liked to *squeak* jerk off while in the shower. Jace didn’t know too much about mouse life but his balls seemed to be getting larger during his *another squeak* spit bath routine. If the bastard didn’t stop jerking off in front of him Jace was pretty sure there wouldn’t be any fur left on that part of his anatomy. Sometimes the Jerk would laugh when he’d notice Jace doing this, bringing the cage closer to the shower so Jace could get the full view and stroke while watching. First few times that happened Jace didn’t know what to think but now it was part of their routine. ‘Guess I’m not the only pervert in the room who likes to watch.’
A few weeks later a special delivery box arrived. The Jerk seemed surprised. Inside from the top of his wheel on the kitchen counter Jace could see clothing and another letter. Of course that would be the time the wheel squeaked and dumped him onto his little tail. This letter too fluttered into his cage and this time he took the time to scramble over the paper reading the words. His worthless cousin had done a Romeo with his Juliet/Elise minus the stabbing and poison. He’d somehow managed to become a flower that smelled as sweet and everyone accepted him now into Elise’s clan. They’d forgotten about Jace and only just realized they’d gotten the wrong wolf by accident and were trying to make amends. He read the words saying, sorry his original clothing was toast since they’d burned it not wanting Elise to know her lover was in the area. His truck was in some chop shop three states over. Elise’s family couldn’t do anything about that. Sorry again. Yada, yada, yada. And to break the spell that made him a mouse all he had to do was get kissed. Riiiiiight. He’s a mouse. He’s a mouse in a cabin. He’s a mouse in a cabin far away in the sticks and the only one here is his jerk-off buddy from shower time.
Jace took a moment to look up at said Jerk-off buddy. Then he applied himself to gnawing that letter too into small bite sized shreds. He might as well get use to being a mouse for the rest of his short unnatural life. No way was the Jerk going to want to kiss a mouse. Jace went and buried himself in his shavings.
Several days of depressed sulking and starting to smell like a mouse the Jerk took Jace back into the bathroom and put him on his accustomed perch near the shower. A wet finger flicked the shavings off of Jace and tugged him by his tail out into the open. Jace glared. Damp shavings were going to be a pain and that was HIS tail damn it. Bad Touch.
He started to groom his tail and from there it was obsessive cleaning, he smelled so mousy he had to do something. The Jerk was smiling taking his time to watch and wash on his own. By the time that Jace had gotten to his balls and little mouse prick the Jerk off was soaped up and stroking, all the time watching. Jace was so close, licking and watching that hand stroking back and forth that he didn’t see the other hand swoop in and grab him by his tail.
Blinking and feeling the water hitting his skin Jace looked up into lust wide eyes, a hand on his ass pulling him forward the other catching him up to stroke him erect again. The man had talented hands. A groan bounced off the walls of the shower, Jace’s hands gripping hard onto the shoulders above him. His head dropping back to expose his throat and whimpered. The man licked a line up from a shoulder, taking little nips along the way until his teeth set themselves on the side of Jace’s neck. A growl sounded in the stall and it wasn’t Jace’s. “Turn around”, he was the told, the hand not leaving off stroking. With a whine that would have him cringing later Jace hurried to comply. He was so ready for this after near a month of watching this man stroke in time to Jace’s licking, being surrounded by his scent.
‘Tell me he’s not using conditioner as lube.. Oh baby, yes right there.. In, in, in now.’ Evidently he’d said that aloud because there was a snicker behind him. With a twin groan they merged and started a dancing that ended with Jace bitten between neck and shoulder.
Comfy in bed later that night, Jace thought out loud, “I would get caught up with a were-bear. My Mom is going to have a fit of glee to finally have me with someone.” With a sigh, “I’ll never hear the end of ‘was the porridge too hot, too cold or just right?’”
A kiss was pressed over the bite mark arousing Jace for another round of play. “Well, how was that porridge?” in amusement. “Hot enough for you?”
Jace turned towards his bear. “Not sure. Think I’ll have to have another taste,” and pounced on His Jerk.
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Date: 2010-07-17 01:44 am (UTC)Jace is sure to have a lot of fun with his Jerk. Next question: is the bed too soft, too hard or just right. And we can make up questions for extra credit. :B
Lovely. ♥
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Date: 2010-07-17 02:05 am (UTC)The nursery rhyme references just seemed to arrange themselves. hmmm.
It's a smallish cabin so it might be surfaces rather then beds.
Don't want to even think about the chairs. Swing outside (personally I've was underwhelmed by rocking chairs for purposes of sexual usage. maybe we were doing it wrong..hints anyone)
Thank you for the comment/compliment and *shakes head* for the very possible inspiration.
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Date: 2010-07-17 04:07 am (UTC)*still giggling*
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Date: 2010-07-17 08:54 am (UTC)I wanted to make an icon adaptation of the one I'm using here *grins* kindly manufactured by you and Thank You forever. That style F looks ever so much like it could be an S and there are times when that would work very well. *snickers*
If I knew how I could strike out the Pirate and scribble Vampire across it instead.
Yes tutorial on the icon making I need to find.
I'm glad you loved my scribblings. Other than the panic of putting it out for others to read it was fun. Thank you.
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Date: 2010-07-17 07:25 pm (UTC)someone mentioned a bear... and bears i have lots LOL
i use photoshop to make icons and unluckily i don't know how the other programs work...
i know that many people make icons with freedowload programs that aren't complicated to use but i never tried them cause i had the intrincated difficult one and also knew how to make it work...
and animated icons, those always give me hell XD
and ..LOL! it indeed could work! you are right... teh f looks like an S a bit XD
i'd not mind reading your stuff more often if it's like the ones i've read until now *G*
i should dig into your lj :P
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Date: 2010-07-17 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 08:42 am (UTC)*smiles* Thank you.
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Date: 2010-07-17 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 08:36 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2010-07-18 12:18 am (UTC)I loved it, made me laugh and smile.
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Date: 2010-07-18 02:25 am (UTC)You're pretty amazing yourself so that is high praise you've given me.
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Date: 2010-07-19 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-18 07:33 pm (UTC)I like your writing - good stuff x
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Date: 2010-07-18 07:45 pm (UTC)Werewolf tracking down his nere do well clone like cousin has a spell put on him temporarily turning him into a mouse to be mouse-sat by a man/were-bear. Somehow without planning all these nursery rhyme/fairy tale/Shakespeare references got put in there by the muse.
(think there are suppose to be more hyphens but I was just outside and the heat got me) Estivates.
*smiles* Thank you.
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Date: 2010-07-18 07:55 pm (UTC)I like your mystery, don't spoil it for me :D
x
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Date: 2010-07-18 10:00 pm (UTC)Dont tell me too much and spoil it :D (y'know what I mean!)
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Date: 2010-07-25 10:27 pm (UTC)Too, too cute! <3333333 *tackle glomps*
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Date: 2010-07-26 12:27 am (UTC)I've been owned by gerbils and one very intelligent escapist mouse. I know what they are capable of, still have the hole in a curtain from when the mouse wanted to upgrade his furnishings. *smiles*
I'm glad you enjoyed this. The Day of Porn which was actually a weekend was an inspired idea. I had fun. Thank you for the comment.