Pride & Prejupenis
There he stood, sharpening his long, smooth, folded-steel machete.
There she stood, licking her lips, looking first at him, and then down at the ground demurely.
“Give it to me!”
“Never!” She sprang from the warm rock with a derisive snort and flick of her tail. Her pace quickened as she bounded into the tall grass, her paws finding, gripping and rebounding rapidly from the firm soil. She could hear him clumsily pushing the tall grass aside in an attempt to join the chase. Escape would hardly be a challenge, but would escape be the most fun? Her thoughts drifted and her pace slowed a little.
She found herself thinking of the rainy season. Six months ago, but the memories were still vivid and sharp, wet and slick — bitter… and sweet. They’d first met six months ago. She had run and he had chased, just like today — but back then she had slipped and he had caught her. Writhing in the wet, slippery glass of the savannah, his grip too strong even for her savage muscles, he had made her his bitch.
The reverie almost caused her to slip and fall. She could hear him gaining, gathering speed, the tell-tale swish of machete clearing a path for his clumsy human footfalls. Would it be so awful if he caught her again? Her pace faltered, complex thought not coming easily to her prehensile, feline brain — humans have it easy — just two legs! How am I meant to push my way through tall grass and think of him? She found herself plunged back into the six-month-old memory.
First he had tackled her to the ground. They had slid and bounced a few feet, only stopping when the limited friction of the wet grass and ground had finally gripped them. Then he was on top of her, wrestling her arms down until she was spread and pinned. The bulk of his weight and strength of his thighs were expertly employed to hold her hips firmly against the ground. That was when they had made eye-contact for the first time. He looked vicious, his muscles and veins bulging, the throbbing pulse of his carotid artery clearly visible. There was a hint of shining victory in his eyes, but she knew the fight wasn’t yet over. He leaned down until his face was almost level with hers, until they could both feel and taste and smell each other’s ragged breathing. Before she knew it, he had pulled a length of rope from his waist and had begun to tie her paws together. Before she knew it, he had turned her over and lifted her hind legs.
She was shocked back into real time by the sinewy weight of the man throwing himself upon her. She didn’t struggle as he quickly flipped her onto her back. He took a long, hard look at his catch and smiled.
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Forgive me, for I have sinned. I wrote this all in one go, without any planning. It just… sprung from… somewhere deep within. There’s more TMI (and probably less furry porn) over on Lilu’s blog.
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January 28th, 2010 at 1:46 pmSebby- I think you need a girlfriend or at least a clean hooker. You need to get laid. I’ll chip in to the fund if needed.
January 28th, 2010 at 1:49 pmAh come on!
I wrote this in one sitting… one go… just… one torrent of… awfulness.
(Yes, I need sex, but that’s unrelated, I swear…)
January 28th, 2010 at 1:53 pmSo tell me, are you the one who worked for Disney and sneaked in the part “SEX IS GOOD” in the stars in the Lion King? LOL!
Reading this makes me purrr!
This is my first time at TMI Thursday. I thought this was supposed to be embarrassing stuff. Did I click the wrong button? LOL!
January 28th, 2010 at 3:48 pmOh, TMI is all sorts
Usually embarrassing. I like to think it extends to embarrassing the reader too…
And you can be assured that I blushed while writing this
January 28th, 2010 at 3:51 pmOh. My. Goodness. Well done, sir. Horrifyingly well done!
January 28th, 2010 at 4:49 pmHAHAHA I’ll never watch the Lion King the same way again. Thanks!! Loved it though!
January 28th, 2010 at 5:41 pmSurely this is a TMI for the ages. I’m glad I skipped breakfast or I’d be queasy.
January 28th, 2010 at 7:08 pmI so hope I get asked to read it out at my first ‘reading’, if/when I get published.
January 28th, 2010 at 9:18 pmIt takes a lot to make me blush…and this did.
I really don’t know what else to say.
January 29th, 2010 at 9:58 amThe literary world has been brought to it’s knees. I applaud you, in a sarcastic manner of course.
January 29th, 2010 at 3:21 pm*bows awkwardly*
January 29th, 2010 at 3:41 pmWow. I just peed.
That was hilarious.
January 29th, 2010 at 6:08 pmPrejupenis…Hmm… Creating new words shows intelligence. Way to go, Seb!
January 30th, 2010 at 11:30 pmHELLOOOO my little accented kumquat…
How are the groupies? We’ve moved onto fuzzrotica, I see?
::smoochies::
Naughty, naughty boy.
February 1st, 2010 at 12:20 am