I dedicate this story to my very dear, very fat friend Sabrina. There are many reasons. The first is that I wanted to show her, and the world, that I actually can write relatively well. The second is she wanted erotica, that little pervert. And the third is that although she would never tell me, I know she'll come back here and read.
Sabrina, I hope you enjoy!
Unstoppable Forces
There was one night when everything happened. Everything came together, and everything came apart. Nothing was normal. Wolves bayed louder than normal at a bizarrely orange moon. Cats acted especially antsy and fish swam in irregular patterns that night, the night. It was as though Mother Nature had anticipated a turn in events and whispered to her Earth creatures to put on the show of their careers.
The act itself had been too rough to be considered "love making". It was too wild to be called "sex". If there is a word for consensual, brutal, animalistic "co-rape" then that's what this was. There was no respect, or tenderness in their movements. They'd hated each other for seven years, and they were damn well going to show it, enjoying themselves all the while.
Platinum thrashed and brunette thrust. Pale slunk while a copper colored tan slammed. His hands held her hands roughly with no sign of mercy. Neither would emit a sound though. Any moan, any scream, or soft whisper was as good as saying "Uncle". It meant you lost.
Once…twice…and around again for a third time, neither of them had been drained of any energy. On the contrary, they'd never felt more awake, more alive. The pain mixed with ecstasy, the slaps across the face morphing gradually into caresses and then back into slaps. Hate would spill across the thin line into love, red bled into blue to create a big, purple stain. That stain, that area of neutrality is where the act occurred. The two figures "co-raped" in purple.
It went on and on, a sort of silent dance (remember! No talking) and the world outside subconsciously knew. As I said before, nothing was normal. Was it because of a Sixth Sense possessed by all creatures to know when two great forces finally combine to form something terrifying? Could they smell? Hear? Taste the sex coming from the window in a very large castle that sits on the edge of a very deep lake? Or was it simply because Mother Nature had told them in advance?
Whatever the reason, these two unstoppable forces didn't know. They didn't care. The wolves could howl, cats could screech, fish could swim. The world could turn on its axis all it wanted, all that mattered to them was each other.