Chapter Thirty-Five: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
Note: Just as the previous chapter did, this one contains explicit sexual scenes and discussion of sexual assault. If this is something you are not alright with, please skip this chapter.
Having left the bedroom, Kachi took a step to the side and leaned against the hallway wall. He placed a heavy hand on his forehead, shifting his gaze to the darkened ceiling as he took steadying breaths to try and calm himself down from the emotional roller-coaster he'd just disembarked.
His head was killing him, and his heart was beating so hard he heard it in his ears. He hadn't known how much of Dana's rum he drank, but it was along the fine line that was enough to dehydrate him, but not enough for the buzz to last more than a few hours. A frustrated sigh left the canine.
Kachi allowed himself to slide carefully down the wall into a sitting position, his head slumped downward and staring at the floor between his legs. His arms rested atop his knees, his hands draping downward over them.
The young canine's mind was all but calm. Though he'd just experienced it, he was struggling to fully understand the turn of events that had just occurred. All he knew was that one moment he was having a heart-to-heart with Dana, and in the next, the labradoodle's lips were against his own and he was practically groping the smaller canine's ass.
The worst part of it all: he enjoyed himself. Much more than he should have. The moment Dana hopped up onto his lap and he stared into those hazel eyes of his, in the labradoodle's passion, he was lost. Completely entranced by the dance their tongues shared, he was powerless to pull himself away.
Having someone else in his arms was something he didn't know he needed. The warmth he received from Dana, not just from holding him close, but from the blush he felt on his cheeks throughout was too good to give up. Not like he could have anyway, not in the haze he'd found himself in.
It only intensified from that point forward. It awakened something within him that he hadn't felt in a long time: pure desire. Just as Dana wanted him in that moment, he wanted Dana in return. Dana was expressing no restraint as he shoved his tongue into his mouth while he gripped the sides of his face and held him there. Again, he was powerless to pull himself away.
Kachi showed his desire by gently feeling the curve of Dana's torso, as well as gripping the smaller canine's waist with enough force to let him know that he was fully into and reciprocal of what was happening between the two. If that wasn't enough, the squirming Dana did on his lap was enough to make his pants considerably tighter.
As Kachi forced himself to recall, to face what had just occurred, an all too familiar feeling stirred deep within him: arousal. It was something he wasn't unfamiliar with, but even still, something he didn't experience often. He didn't know why, but not much was able to get him all hot and bothered, especially not the way he had been with Dana minutes prior.
A frustrated growl rumbled in his throat as he placed his hands upon his temples. He shifted his downward gaze toward his left thigh where, beneath the grey fabric of his sweatpants, rising about halfway up its length, a noticeable bulge. One he was typically able to keep under control or at least hidden, but then again, it was no typical night.
Staring at it only seemed to make it worse. Kachi gritted his teeth; he'd become aware of it, and the fact that it was pushed so closely against the soft fabric of his pants made it that much more difficult to keep from thrusting his hips, even just a little bit. A shaky breath left the canine as he felt his dick throb, practically begging for attention.
A reluctant moan left the canine's lips as he moved his hands to the back of his neck, hanging his head even lower; the growl in his throat increasing in volume. The frustration he felt was no longer simply him being upset. It became clear to Kachi that he was not only emotionally frustrated, but sexually frustrated.
No respite came to the canine as he was once again plunged into his own thoughts, which were comprised solely of what he had just experienced with Dana. As much as he wanted them to just disappear, he knew if he didn't properly process them, they'd only end up coming back, and with his luck in consideration, it would be at an inopportune time.
If things were tough when Dana was on his lap, then having Dana pin himself under him was in a league of its own. That new angle he had of his friend struck a chord with him. The smaller canine's lithe frame was a sight to behold, despite the fact he was still fully clothed, and the way Dana efficiently tore his sweater from his body still sent shivers down his spine.
And that wasn't even getting started on how Dana had positioned himself. With his arms and legs wrapped around him, he was nearly hanging off him. Though he was unaware at the time, Dana had expertly placed himself right where he knew Kachi would be bucking his hips between his thighs.
He'd even gotten one thrust off. Though brief, just recalling it was enough to excite Kachi further. Again, he felt himself twitch and throb against his pants, the arousal he felt growing into something that was beginning to prove difficult to ignore. Kachi allowed himself to slide further down the wall as he rested his hands at his sides.
Dana's voice…Fuck, Dana's voice. He had no idea someone simply complimenting him could turn him on as much as it did. Kachi was so dazed by that point, he could only respond with one word answers and sounds of approval, and having the smaller canine tell him he wanted him was just an added bonus.
What came next was completely beyond anything he thought possible that night. Dana flipped him onto his back, promptly taking a seat directly on top of where his dick was hidden from view. Tantalizingly close to the prize Dana was dangling above his head.
The rest of that third act that Dana had put on was what Kachi feared recalling the most. The reason: he really, truly wanted to continue. The way Dana placed his hands beneath his shirt and ran his fingers through his fur was electric, and every little touch sent a new wave of pleasure through his body.
The cocky grin the labradoodle wore only added to it. Dana was well aware of what he was doing, and from the few short glances Kachi was able to get, he could tell he was enjoying every moment of it.
Just as he had before, Dana leaned back down and whispered perhaps the most arousing set of words he'd ever heard. He'd never been called 'big, bad wolf' before, and the way Dana spoke the words were, at the time, nearly enough to send him over the edge. A strong throb sent another shock through his body, and his left hand instinctively pressed against where the tip of his cock was situated, producing a small but pronounced stream of pleasure into him.
Kachi closed his legs as he turned his gaze to the ceiling. With his free right hand, he caressed his cheek as his eyes fluttered shut. Deep and heavy breaths echoed through the hallway as he continued to essentially stroke himself through his pants.
A final, lengthy moan escaped the canine as he looked back down toward his legs. He allowed them to fall open, his right hand coming to rest on his thigh as his left hand remained pressed firmly against his dick.
More shivers were sent through him as he pulled his hand away, his breath hitching in his throat as the last of his fingers were removed. Where the tip was located, a small stain had formed. His hand hovered just over where he'd just removed it, and in the little light that was coming from the kitchen, a thin rope of precum connected the tip of his index and the fabric of his pants.
Another frustrated growl echoed through the hallway. At that stage, he knew there was no point in trying to ignore it. Kachi's arousal had grown much too strong, and a dull ache had presented itself when, if not addressed, would progress into something far worse until he did.
Kachi glanced downward, just in time to watch his dick twitch again, "I gotta take care of this…Ugh, fuck," he whispered.
The canine carefully lifted himself to his feet, using the wall he was just leaning on for support. His limbs felt weaker than when he sat down, his legs trembled slightly as they carried his weight; another indication of what he'd gotten himself into.
Being in an unfamiliar environment, he pondered for a moment on where he could even do such a thing. His room was obviously out, considering there were still two occupants inside, one of them even being the cause of his not-so-little problem.
The washroom was also not an option. Though it seemed appropriate, and would make for easy cleanup if necessary, Kachi was never able to clear his ails within its walls. The room's purpose was for hygiene, and what he needed to do was anything but. He needed somewhere he could be comfortable.
Then it hit him. Glancing further down the darkened hallway, a fourth door was open; the door furthest down the hallway to the right. It was almost too perfect. A third room in which Kachi was able to be alone, and with everyone presumably off to sleep by then, no risk of any interruptions.
The ache within Kachi intensified slightly, eliciting a quiet groan from the canine. He knew what he had to do, and though he wasn't particularly proud of himself for it, it had certainly been long enough.
As he thought about it, he realized that he didn't even remember the last time he'd pleasured himself. Perhaps that was the reason the slightest touch from someone else or even his own hand was practically enough to bring him to his knees.
Kachi finally let go of the wall in an effort to stand on his own. The throbbing in his temples returned, reminding him that in addition to the ache in his nethers, he still had a headache as well. He tried his best to shake it off, as there would be more time to deal with the latter in the future. There was a much more time sensitive task at hand.
On his way to the third room, Kachi made a point to make a quick stop in the washroom. He closed the door behind him on the off chance someone was still awake and in need of it. Without turning on the light, and with his keen ability to see in the dark, Kachi took a few steps deeper into the room, stopping in front of a small shelving unit.
Contained on most of the shelves were stacks of towels. They were fresh and folded neatly for display; his father had presumably done the laundry before his arrival. He exhaled softly as he extended a hand outward to swipe one but found himself hesitating.
Different scenarios played in his mind; what would happen should someone come across the towel after he was finished with it? It was a question that, once asked, would not dislodge itself from his train of thought. He clenched his jaw and folded his brows, pushing himself to put his hand upon one of the towels.
What would happen? Surely, they'd have their thoughts and keep to themselves, right? No way in hell they'd just shout it out loud, and even if it were just one on one, it's a topic they'd much rather stay away from. I…I should be fine. I'll just hold onto it until I know I can mix it with other laundry.
With justification in mind, Kachi gripped the towel he'd rested his hand upon, quickly draping it over his shoulder before returning to the closed door. He opened it as quietly as he could and stepped out into the hallway. He glanced left, then right. Nobody was outside. Good.
Cautiously, Kachi began the short, but arduous journey down the hallway to the third room. As he drew near, his breathing became unsteady in anticipation of what was to come. Pushing the door open further, he was able to get a better look into the space.
The room was much emptier than the room just next to it. In the furthest corner, a solitary bed, and in the wall just to the left, a window. The shade was open, and the light from the moon was pouring into the space, giving everything a breathtaking blue glow.
Wasting no time, Kachi stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him. Turning around, he was surprised to see that the only furniture within the space was the bed. No dressers, no desks, nothing. It supplied the bare minimum for a spare bedroom, and for what Kachi needed, it was really all he could ask for.
The silence in the room was deafening. Every heavy breath the canine took echoed straight back into his ears, and if he figured if he were to stand still enough, he'd be able to hear the blood pumping through his veins.
Kachi crossed the room, feeling the plush carpet beneath his feet as he made his way to the bed. He set the towel down next to the only pillow before reaching upward and pulling the window's shade down enough to darken the room a considerable amount, but to still allow a small sliver of light to enter the space.
Kachi then carefully set himself down onto the bed, resting the pillow against the small headboard so that he may sit upright comfortably. He slid himself downward slightly and bent his knees, so that he was then mirroring the position he held in the hallway.
Another shaky breath left the canine as his eyes came to rest on his left thigh again. Just as it had before, staring made his arousal much worse, and a soft whine escaped the canine's lips as his dick gave another forceful throb beneath the fabric of his pants.
Kachi's jaw hung open a little as he hovered his right hand over the bulge, still hesitant to touch it. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the greater the ache he felt increased. The way it sat, teasing him, hidden in plain sight, was torturous.
With an unsteady hand, he gently placed his index and middle fingers against where the tip was situated. Little jolts of pleasure shot instantly throughout his body; Kachi's hips moved of their own accord, desperate for more.
Continuing his trend of hesitation, Kachi slowly placed the palm of his hand against his shaft. Even through the fabric it was warm to the touch, and the additional contact sent much slower, more persistent waves through him. Kachi moaned quietly as he pressed harder, tracing his dick all the way back up to the waistband of his sweatpants.
He slipped his thumb underneath it, feeling the warm fur of his lower stomach. The skin beneath it was just as sensitive, and every little touch caused the canine to shiver as he carefully moved the garment down his legs.
Kachi's breathing shifted from shaky moans to quiet whines as the waistband slid across the length of his cock. He watched with aroused intrigue as it reached the tip, and when it finally crossed the threshold, he couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as it was freed.
He already felt so close, and he'd barely even touched it. His head tilted backwards, his eyes closed tightly and chest heaving. He simply sat, allowing himself to catch his breath as his dick continued to twitch with every beat of his heart.
Kachi finally grew the nerve to look back down. Between his thighs rested the cause of all his problems that night. With each little adjustment of his body, Kachi's dick responded in turn. The canine felt butterflies in his stomach as he watched it sway from side to side.
He didn't recall the last time he was so turned on. Sure, it'd been a while, but he didn't remember his dick looking the way it did to him then. Somehow, it looked just a tad bigger. Taking it into his hand, it felt much hotter, and running his hand up to the tip, it was slick to the touch, completely coated with precum. Glancing to where it had been resting against his thigh, the fur was matted down.
He continued to run his finger over the underside of the tip. Kachi's legs trembled with pleasure as he felt more precum leak from it, quickly making its way down his shaft and covering his fingertips. He closed his legs tightly as he slid further onto his back.
His moaning increased slightly in volume as he lifted his free hand to his cheek, resting the tips of his fingers against his bottom lip. His toes curled as pleasure continue to surge through him. His breathing became even shakier as he picked up his pace, his back arching as his mind began to fog up as it had before.
"Ahhhn~ F-Fuck…" he moaned.
Kachi had found himself a rhythm. Not too quick; he didn't want to finish just yet, but not too slow either, he wasn't trying to edge himself…too badly. He already knew his climax would be unlike anything else, but he wanted it to be that much better.
All previous worries had departed his brain. The threat of being caught, the whole reason he was in his current state, gone. Kachi's desire for release had taken control of him, and there was no sign of it letting go.
A long, needy groan escaped the canine as his dick continued to throb in his hand. In the position he now found himself in, precum continued to drip slowly from the tip onto his stomach. Kachi closed his eyes again as his dazed mind began to wander.
Near immediately, a vivid picture began to piece itself together. The room was recreated with stunning accuracy, the only difference being he was no longer alone in the space. At the opposite end, standing in front of the door, someone Kachi hadn't seen since he'd left Cherryton.
A severely underdressed Pina stared suggestively into the canine's eyes from his position. A sultry grin was spread across the ram's face and he held his arms behind his back, giving Kachi a perfect view of the blue sweatshirt he could only recognize as the one discarded in the next room over.
The canine gave Pina's body a once over. The sweatshirt was clearly much too big for him, and the way the sleeves draped over his hands were reminiscent of mittens. The bottom of the sweater wasn't faring much better, as it came to a stop midway down the ram's thighs. He pushed his chest outward, leaning forward and giving his head a little shake, his shoulder-length wool then coming to rest around his face.
It was all Kachi could have asked for in that moment. His gorgeous boyfriend dressed in nothing but his sweater. It was truly a sight for sore eyes, not to mention it was doing wonders in aiding him inch closer to releasing his pent-up frustration.
The imaginary Dall then sauntered across the room, blowing the wool from his eyes as his hips swayed hypnotically with every step. His pale blue eyes glittered in what little moonlight was allowed to enter the room as he passed the window, and even when he came to a stop at the bedside, they continued to glow.
While this was all happening, Kachi had slowed his pace, despite how much his body screamed at him to speed up and finish already. He'd only closed his eyes to focus, but what his mind was able to give him in that short time was better than anything a little focus could have given him.
Pina rested his head on his arms upon Kachi's chest. Thought it was only fantasy, he swore by his life he actually felt it there. The Dall wasted no time in getting started, gripping the bottom of Kachi's shirt and pulling it upward, revealing his taut stomach. A hushed moan escaped his lips.
The ram's hands then began to trace little circles in his midnight black fur, eliciting further whines from the canine. A playful chuckle escaped Pina's lips as he moved his hands progressively higher along Kachi's torso, bringing the shirt with them.
They finally came to a stop just above Kachi's chest, the ram's palms resting on his pecs. Pina carefully removed his hands from under the bunched-up fabric of the shirt, not wanting to bring it back down as he dragged them back down across Kachi's stomach.
The canine was fully at the mercy of the Dall, squirming and panting as he continued to run his hands through his fur, massaging the skin below. Lower and lower Pina's hands went, soon diverging as they reached where Kachi's dick was rested upon his stomach.
"Pina…please…" he begged, the ache in his balls growing steadily.
Precum was now streaming freely from his tip, the fluid matting the fur around it. Pina's wandering hands had continued their downward trend and had arrived at Kachi's thighs. The canine shuddered as the Dall's hands gripped them, giving each a couple gentle squeezes before pulling away.
Pina knelt beside the bed, resting his head in his hands, glossing over the canine's exposed body. His eyes were filled with desire as a soft sigh left his lips, a gentle smirk forming on them, "Mmm, quite the predicament we have here, don't we?" said Pina, his smooth voice like music to the canine's ears.
Kachi didn't have the strength to respond with words, his brain was mush. All he could muster were a few soft whines in between his heavy panting. The Dall chuckled again, "Goodness, just look at you. You're a mess…" Pina breathed as he placed a hand on Kachi's stomach.
Kachi's cry of pleasure was cut short as Pina lifted his other hand to cover the canine's mouth. Kachi's eyes went wide as the ram hushed him, rubbing his stomach in gentle circles mere inches from his throbbing cock, "Ah, ah. You can't be too loud, otherwise I'll have to stop…"
As Kachi squirmed beneath him, a sinister grin spread across Pina's face, "You're terribly pent-up, aren't you? My big, bad wolf has gotten himself all hot and bothered, helpless to do anything about it," he continued, lowering his tone.
There they were again. Those three magic words that sent Kachi reeling. Big. Bad. Wolf. He'd only found out he was part wolf himself a few days ago, why did being addressed as one send him into such a frenzy? He arched his back, hoping the ram's hand would brush his dick. Anything to get closer. He was desperate.
Thankfully, it seemed the Dall had had enough of teasing Kachi. He moved his hand slowly over his dick, garnering more moans from the canine. It came to rest about halfway down its length, Pina slipping his thumb underneath the shaft, grasping it gently in his hand.
Though unable to completely wrap his hand around it, he encountered no difficulties slowly stroking Kachi's dick, feeling the heat coming off it, as well as every little twitch it made. Kachi's heart was beating faster than it ever has, and his panting was heard plainly even beyond the hand covering his mouth.
Pina watched with intrigue as the canine continued to arch his back and watch his chest rise and fall with ever labored breath. A light breeze was soon felt on his forearm, and glancing over, Kachi's bushy black tail was wagging at breakneck speeds.
The ram's hand finally arrived at the tip. It was still slick from all the precum the canine had been producing, and Pina knew there was still plenty more to come should he continue to tease Kachi the way he had been.
He quickly passed his middle and index fingers over the tip, causing the canine's breath to hitch in his throat. Pina picked up his pace, using what he'd gathered to wet Kachi's dick for smoother stroking, all the while the canine struggled to keep quiet.
Pina couldn't help but admire his tenacity. He'd been teasing the poor canine on top of the problem he'd already been having, and there he was, still keeping as quiet as he could. To say he was impressed would have been an understatement. Canines were truly a remarkable species.
The smirk returned to Pina's face as he brought his hand all the way down to the base of Kachi's cock, a quiet growl escaping the canine's lips, "God, please…fuck," said Kachi, the growl now evident.
Pina licked his lips, seeing how needy the canine beneath him had become. His eyes narrowed as he shifted his gaze to Kachi. Staring back at him were eyes filled with nothing but want, with desire, with arousal. With this, the ram finally decided it was time to give the canine what he wanted, no, what he deserved.
"You're so lucky to have someone to help you. Even on your own, this would be quite the undertaking," said Pina suddenly, glancing toward his full hand. Looking just a bit lower, the ram noticed an area he'd neglected to give proper attention.
He transferred Kachi's dick to his left hand, getting a shudder from the canine as his right hand traveled just a bit further down. The Dall carefully caressed the canine's balls, getting a gauge for just how pent-up he really was. In response, Kachi inhaled sharply at the new jolts of pleasure shooting throughout his body.
"Mhmm, definitely much too daunting a task, to do yourself at least," he teased. "But don't you worry, Wolfie, I'll be sure to make all your pent-up frustration disappear, okay? Just lean back and let me take care of you."
The ram's words only instilled more excitement within the canine. Perhaps the most arousing part being the pet name he'd used. Wolfie… All Kachi could think of was how hot it was as he felt Pina's hands shift against his dick.
With his hand still covering his mouth, he lifted his head off the pillow to see that the Dall now had both his hands wrapped around his length, neither one able to fully close around it, and with a considerable amount remaining from where the top of Pina's top hand rested.
The touch alone was enough to elicit soft whines and throbs from the canine, and they only continued as Pina restarted his stroking. More precum leaked from his tip, running down the length of his shaft and being collected by Pina's hands, lubricating it, and only making the ram's strokes that much more pleasurable.
Just as Kachi had before, Pina found himself a rhythm. Every stroke garnered a sharp inhale, and with every pass over the canine's tip, his back would arch, and a muffled moan would slip past his fingers.
Pina quickened his pace again, feeling as if he'd teased the large canine enough. Kachi responded in spades, a sharp cry escaping his lips as his hand slipped from his face, gripping the comforter beneath him tightly. Kachi's head tilted back, his jaw hanging open slightly and his tongue resting gently on his bottom lip as his hot and heavy panting filled the room. He was on cloud nine, finally getting the release he so desperately needed.
The Dall seemed to catch on, his smirk returning as he gazed upward from the canine's cock. The look of pure ecstasy spread across Kachi's face prompted him to tighten his grip just a little more, "That's it, darling, just like that," he teased.
With every passing second, Kachi drew closer and closer to climax. The dull ache in his loins was worsening as well, a building pressure now accompanying it as Pina continued to stroke him long and hard.
Slowly, Kachi's free hand soon found itself resting against his bottom lip again. As pleasure overtook him, he began to chew gently at the tip of his pinky finger with his fangs. His hot breath rushed past his hand with every shaky exhale and felt the vibrations in his chest with every moan that left him.
"I…fuck, I…I'm close…" said Kachi between breaths.
A gentle sigh left the ram's lips, his rhythm slowing down. Pina's lips curled into a devilish grin, "That's not how we ask for things, now is it, love?" he breathed, lowering his tone. Kachi looked up, pulling his hand from his face and resting it upon the mattress by his side, "What is it we say when we want something?" he continued.
A long, needy groan escaped the canine's lips as his head tilted back once more. Pina felt the dog's cock throbbing restlessly in his hands as he chuckled quietly to himself, hoping to make the canine understand just who was in charge.
Barely able to focus, Kachi managed looked back up at Pina, his eyes glassed over entirely and completely at the mercy of the ram. Using all of his strength, he forced himself to string a sentence together, "Please…Pina…please let me cum…" he panted, his grip on the comforter tightening suddenly.
Pina licked his lips again, "What was that? I didn't quite hear you," he teased.
"Please…Fuck…let me cum…your hands…feel…so good…" he breathed, his hushed voice wavering. It was all Pina needed to hear.
The Dall suddenly picked his pace back up, catching the canine completely off guard. The sudden burst of stimulation sent shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through Kachi's body. He pulled his hand from the mattress, covering his mouth once more as he struggled to hold back the moans and whines that escaped him.
Feeling the canine throb even harder in his hands, Pina opted to go even faster, "See, that wasn't so hard. For being such a good Wolfie, I suppose I'll give you your reward…" he said, his voice trailing off.
He was approaching the point of no return. Kachi squirmed in place, arching his back every time Pina's hands would graze the tip of his dick. The closer he got; the quicker Pina went. It was as if the ram was reading his mind. The pressure within was building to an unbearable level as the little electric shocks overwhelmed his body.
In the final moments, Kachi's breathing became much more erratic. His pants became unsteady, and every exhale was accompanied by the desperate whine of a needy canine seeking release. Just as whatever was holding him back gave, Kachi arched his back, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw.
"Ahn! Fuck!" he cried, his climax hitting him with full force.
His claws dug deep into the comforter, piercing its fabric, as well as the mattress itself. With every throb, rope after rope of thick, white cum erupted from his cock, completely coating his chest and stomach, even reaching the crook of his neck. The fluid settled in sizeable amounts across his torso as his chest heaved, catching his breath from such a monumental orgasm.
Kachi then laid there for a few minutes afterward, basking in his own satisfaction. All his pent-up frustrations, aggressions, and worries had finally been released. The canine panted softly as he released his grip from the mattress, hearing the fabric tear slightly.
Looking down upon himself for the first time in a while, he was confronted with the admittedly large mess he'd just made. He sat himself up, some of the moon's light giving him an even better picture. As he reached for the towel he brought for just such an occasion, his hand briefly grazed his neck.
He stopped, swiftly bringing his hand up to his eyes. He brought his index and thumb together, instantly feeling just how slick they were. He winced slightly, genuinely shocked that he'd even managed to shoot it that far. As he continued toward his towel, his gaze was turned to the room to his right.
Empty. Just as it had been when he entered. The space around him was completely unchanged, undisturbed from when he'd locked himself in. He stared at the carpet just beyond the bed where, minutes ago, he could have sworn Pina was standing.
Kachi's eyes widened as a realization was made. He was never there. It was all in his mind. There was no sexy ram dressed in a sweatshirt. He never sauntered over to him and began feeling him up. He never called him pet names, arousing him further, and he never teased and edged him, getting the canine to beg and plead for release.
Kachi was in disbelief. It just felt so real. He could have sworn on it, bet on it, but had he done that, he would have gone home with empty pockets. Turning his head once again to his torso, giving him all the proof he needed, still gripping his dick and drenched with cum was his own hand.
A new emotion washed over the canine: disgust. His face scrunched up as he let go of his dick, swiping the towel to his right and drying it off. He then quickly unfurled the towel and began patting down his torso, hoping to absorb most of the cum before it had time to do any real damage to his fur.
As he reached his chest, he felt a chill shoot through his body. In his arousal, he'd neglected to remove his shirt, and having cum as much as he did, a considerable amount had landed on it, and was given time to soak into the fibers.
A disgusted groan left Kachi as he continued the arduous process of cleaning himself up. Once he was sure he'd gotten all he could, he balled the towel up, gripping it tightly in his right hand. His discomfort growing, he dropped the towel at the side of the bed, immediately lifting his arms to his stained shirt in one swift motion. He practically tore it off of himself, and in a brief bout of frustration, tossing it across the room at the closet door at the foot of the bed.
Kachi then slipped downward, fully lying on his back. The cold bedroom air was allowed to flow freely over him, goosebumps forming on his body as the heat from his arousal had dissipated fully. As shivers overtook his body, he glanced down to see that his sweatpants were still around his thighs.
Using one hand, he reached downward and pulled them back up, a little bit of warmth returning to him. He stared blankly toward the ceiling tiles, his hands then rested behind his head as his breathing finally returned to a steady rate.
The fog in his mind was beginning to lift as well, just as it had in the hallway earlier in the night. With its disappearance, his worries and concerns all came rushing back at once, and perhaps at his most vulnerable, it was bordering on too much at once.
"You…" Kachi whispered quietly to himself. "You're disgusting. Why did you do that…how could you let it happen? Why did you let it happen? Why…did you enjoy it?" he asked aloud, his voice wavering through a hushed whisper.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to cry, scream, punch something, or all three at once, but the tears he felt in his eyes paired with the lump in his throat were telling him the first two seemed pretty good. Still, he knew he couldn't. After what he'd done, he didn't need any more attention on himself.
Why did this happen… the voice in his head echoed, …Where did it start?
It only took him a moment to answer the second question. Dana. Had he resisted Dana's advances, nothing that transpired afterward would have come to fruition. The regret… the disgust he felt. None of it would have happened had he just put his foot down and told him 'no.'
But he couldn't. He didn't. Instead of telling him that he wasn't interested, his drunk brain twisted his thought process. He'd been touch starved for so long, that even the slightest bit of attention from an inebriated labradoodle was enough to turn him into putty in his hands. A sickening wave of nausea overtook him. He'd been used.
Making matters worse, he'd let him. He encouraged him, giving him more with every sound and movement he made. He'd even responded when Dana told him to beg. Looking back on the events of the earlier evening, it was like he was watching a completely different person.
Perhaps the worst of it all, as Dana was suckling on his neck, he'd become so engrossed by the pleasure he was receiving, that he moaned Pina's name. It echoed in his head a few times after he'd said it, and thankfully, it was enough to snap him out of the daze he'd gotten himself into.
As luck would have it, it seemed Dana had misheard him, and as he pushed the labradoodle off him, he was met with more confusion rather than anger or sadness. What bothered Kachi the most, the canine's brows folding, was that Dana didn't seem to care. He just wanted to continue, even calling him 'cute' at his own slip-up.
Kachi pulled his arms to his chest, gripping his biceps as a whole new wave of disgust washed over him. Dana didn't know of his relationship with Pina, but it was still no excuse. Kachi's mind ventured deeper into darker thoughts, not liking any of what he was seeing.
Was that his plan all along? To come here, get me drunk, and use me for his own desires? How long was he planning this? How… how could he do that? We've been friends for so long, I never considered him to be that kind of person… Wait…was that his intention on the hill too? How many of the other times he's asked me to drink with him had this as the end goal?
A low growl formed within Kachi's throat, his fangs becoming visible as his lips parted.
Then…after he got what he wanted…I…I
It then became clear why Kachi had asked himself those questions. More tears welled in his eyes as his growl grew louder. He immediately felt sick to his stomach as he recalled what happened after he left Dana with Legosi.
The whole thing. Everything that occurred afterwards, it was all just fantasy. A fantasy drawn up by a mind unable to properly deal with the events that had just happened. From the moment he moaned Pina's name and came to his senses, he knew something wasn't right, and in an attempt to keep himself calm until he was sober enough to properly reflect and process, his mind made up a distraction.
A deeply repressed fantasy of having the one love in his live caress him and take care of his ails was dredged from the recesses of his mind to shield his drunken self from the twisted reality that was in front of him.
There was no Pina who wanted to take care of him, not there at least. In its place, trust broken, and years of friendship potentially destroyed by one selfish act fueled by alcohol and delusion. Though it went no further than deep kissing and heavy petting, it was still enough to cause damage.
The canine rolled onto his side, staring at the darkened wall as the harsh reality washed over him. What had started out as a fun night with close friends, had turned into somewhat of a nightmare. A single tear rolled down Kachi's left cheek as he came to terms with it.
I was used…
The muscles in his arms tensed up, a feeling that he was beginning to familiarize himself with. It was a call, a call for release, for distraction, for control. His fingertips tingled as the urge grew, the grip of his left hand on his right arm releasing and falling to his side. Slowly, he dragged his right hand down the length of his forearm, his heartrate quickening once again.
A single quiet sob left the canine as he tried to force his claws downward, to pierce the skin and let poisoned blood flow free, but try as he might, it just wasn't happening. The weakness he felt was too great. After a few more seconds passed, Kachi's right arm went limp before he returned to his back.
He began to count the dots in the ceiling tiles; anything to get his frantic mind off of himself. The questions he'd asked were originally posed to gather answers as to why he'd fantasized about Pina. If only it were that simple.
The canine got much more than he bargained for. He was under the impression it was a not-so-innocent fantasy due to the buildup of both emotional and sexual frustration, but as he sobered up and dug a little deeper, it was only a cover. A cover for a part of Dana's beautiful, dark, twisted fantasy.
~A Quick Author's Note~
Thanks for reading. Should be the end of content of this nature for a bit.
