Dog Fetches a Used Tampon
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or Rise of the Guardians, or any of the other shows mentioned in this story. Disney and DreamWorks own it.
"It's kind of an emergency people!" Came the demanding voice of a businesswoman who went by her rules and her rules only; in fact, she made up the very rules everyone in her company followed. Elsa was kind of a big shot CEO, but no biggie. How she got there was shone exactly through her personality. She took no no's and got things done when and where she wanted it. People didn't turn her down. That's exactly how she managed to bypass over twenty people in the longest line in the supermarket of history.
"A box of tampons?" said the cashier. "This got you to the front?" Elsa frowned at the man and stepped back so his line of view easily accessed her white pants now flooded with what everyone perceived to be blood. So she got her tampons and 'hurried' to the bathroom and went to her car. Once there she tucked away her Halloween make up kit and made sure to squeeze the fake blood cap tight. She quickly stripped her jeans in the parking lot and shrugged on her skirt, heading back to her house with a satisfied smirk on her face.
That was the way of Elsa Arendelle.
. . .
"You have to leave," Elsa insisted, pushing her sister out the door. "Jack is coming over for a movie date, Anna."
Ann whined. "Kristoff can come and we can all double date!" Elsa shook her head and finally got her out of the apartment. She huffed and pouted.
"It's only our second date. I'm already watching your dog. The best you can get is to maybe meet him on our third date," Elsa smiled. She loved her sister very much, but sometimes she was very pushy. Elsa liked keeping her personal life to herself for as long as she could.
"Fine," Anna hugged her sister. "Tell Jack I said hello." Elsa agreed and shut the door to go make popcorn. Anna's pesky dog, a white Yorkie mix named Olaf, whined at Elsa's feet. She looked down to see a bunch of tissues waddled in her mouth, leaving a trail pointed in the direction of the trash. Elsa groaned and picked up the garbage. Dogs were the species she would terminate first if she ruled the world.
Then it barked and her entire opinion changed. She spent the next couple of minutes playing fetch with the feller instead of doing what she should have been doing; getting ready for her date. However, one could simply call it hanging out. The only reason she mentioned it as a date was so that she could make out with him without feeling like a slut.
When the doorbell rang, she was put into overdrive, totally freaking out. Elsa scrambled around, splashed some perfume over her neck and hair, rinsed her teeth with Listerine, took off her period panties and put on some underwear, tucking in the shameful string, and finally changed her outfit to new white jeans and a tiny shirt, one sure to show off her butt. She had caught Jack Frost staring a while ago and decided to use it to her advantage.
Fluffing her hair, she ran to the door and slung it open, almost falling in the process. Jack chuckled and held up a bottle of wine. "I brought a party favor," he smiled. "Though you seem tipsy enough."
"Jack Frost," she sighed. "My favorite person." Before she could vanquish her fears, Elsa stood on her tiptoes, hugged the man, and kissed his cheek. She led him to her couch and opened the bottle. "How was your day as…what is it you do again?" She met his glint in his eyes with one in hers.
"I," Jack kissed the back of her hand, "am the CEO of the opposing your company." Elsa giggled and poured her wine cup nearly full. They talked for a short time before logging on to Elsa's Netflix account. If anyone was ever in the beginning of a relationship in which the couple are drooling over one another every second of the day, then they would understand how little actually watching the show meant. For instance, they didn't even debate over the movie choice and accidentally put on a Disney movie. Neither of them noticed.
Jack wrapped an arm around Elsa, scooting closer every second. Elsa tilted her head to look at Jack but when he looked back at her, she looked away sheepishly. Things like that progressed until she had enough and swung her dainty little leg over his torso, grinning all the while. Jack chuckled, smirking. "You always were one to take what you wanted," he said as his hands ran down her back and rested on her ass. Elsa winked as she stood on her knees, still straddling the man. She tore off her shirt. It only took seconds for Jack to crash his lips onto hers.
It was slow and passionate, holding no rush to move any further than that. Their tongues licked secretively along the other's lips. Her hands ran through his messy hair, feeling every inch of him up. She didn't know what gave her more of a high: making out with Jack Frost or the simple idea of having a secret relation ship with her competitor. All she knew was that his tongue was delicious and she couldn't get enough of it.
As Jack moved on of his hands to her chest, slipping under the bra, a dog barked in the distance. They both ignored the pest and continued going at it. Breathing deeply, Elsa pulled away and let Jack continue his adventure down her neck, inching towards her chest. While bursts of energy shot through her, she focused on pushing down the libido. She didn't want her first time with Jack to be on her period where he would probably be grossed out. As his lips found the top of her breast, her eyes popped open. A little movement over his shoulder caught her eyes.
A little whimper came out of her mouth and then a moan, but not one of pleasure. Jack smiled against her skin as he unclasped her bra, thinking her sounds were made purely because of his skills. Well, Elsa hated to break it to him – actually she desperately didn't want to. Ignoring him slightly for the moment, she mouthed to the dog, removing her hands from Jack's hair and waved the animal away. In his mouth, he held the queen of all trash, the evilest of all evils, the devil of hell! "Stop it!" She hissed aloud to her horror. Jack's lips instantly parted from her breast and he held his hands in the air, trying his best to touch as little of her as he could. Elsa cursed.
"What's wrong?" he breathed deeply, confused as he stared at the girl in front of him. He looked her over, unsure of the problem.
"Er," Elsa thought quickly. "Role play?" Jack's eyes widened to the size of the moon. She shook her head, looping her hands around his neck, smiling seductively while secretly making motions for the dog to sit in a hole and die. "Never mind. Back to kissing." Jack didn't argue with her, instantly going for her ass.
It wasn't five seconds after that when the devil dog jumped on the couch. Olaf nuzzled his head in between the couple. Elsa noticed that something sickly wet slid across her stomach. He barked happily and sprinted away, as if knowing the trouble he would be in. Elsa could barely force herself to look down. She actually didn't have to. Jack's screams alerted her enough. His entire body jumped from underneath the confused girl. Elsa was thrown to the floor, the pile of trash previously sitting in his lap thrown right on top of her. She stiffened, brushing off the wrappers and the tissues, slowly turning her head to look her ever so thoughtful friend.
"Eh – you've got something right the-," he began to say, pointing to the girl's hair. She slapped his hand away.
"I've got it," she hissed, climbing to her feet. Giving one huff, she looked at Jack. "Care to explain why you dropped me on the floor?" He opened his mouth to speak, trying to come up with the best phrase. "And then threw trash on me!?" Again, he was rendered speechless, if only for a second.
He smirked, just a bit, and said the first thing that came to his mind. "Your boobs bounce when you're mad." Wrong wording…or phrase in general. She groaned loudly and flung his open bottle of wine into his chest, but it sloshed around and splashed onto her pants, making her look like she had period stains. In her mind, she figured this date couldn't have been less fair. She was thrown to the floor, treated with the trash, and was falsely accused of leaking when in reality that hadn't even happened yet!
"You should go," she hissed, kicking his shoes – and some of the trash with it – towards him. Jack physically jumped and fell backwards, breaking her newest dining chair. She screamed, ready to make him pay for the damage, when she saw it. The dreaded monster she thought left her life when she yanked it out of her not hours ago. It. "O…oh my gosh!" Elsa shrieked, cupping her hands over her mouth.
Jack climbed his way out of the mess of metal and cushions. "Ughn." Elsa disregarded him in a glance and instantly grabbed a bag from the kitchen. "I'm totally fine." She piled in the dumped garbage that wasn't being chewed on by Olaf into a new bag. When it came time to pick up the four devil children, she walked to the kitchen for a new towel. "I hope I'm not bleeding – wouldn't want blood on your carpet." When she knelt to pick up the used sponge-like things, she noticed there were only three blood filled tampons.
"Olaf," she growled, looking up at the dog with a challenge in her eyes. Dangling from the string hung a blood dripping, full, disgustingly smelly tampon. Jack looked to her gaze and started gagging, kneeling on the ground as not to inhale his own upchuck. Elsa ignored the baby and slowly made her way to the dog. For a split second, he stayed in place, but then…
In a lightening bolt, the dog shot between he legs, letting the tampon smack her on her butt as it swung loosely around. She chased the being round the house at least twice until it finally found his item – which he used to make his trail on the walls – useless. Olaf ran over to Jack, who was attending to his horrid wound, and spat the tampon on his bare feet. At that point, Elsa was ninety percent sure he would faint. She could see him sway back and forth before he kicked the thing twenty feet onto her white couch. Did she mention that he then proceeded to fall to his butt in dog food? And no, it wasn't the hard kind; it was the gross, roast beef and tuna, mushy dog food.
"Where should I even start?" Elsa giggled, looking all around her ruined apartment. She helped Jack up slowly, trying her best not to laugh at his ruined jeans. "Jack, I am incredibly sorry!"
"And not the least bit embarrassed," he huffed, running a hand through his hair. He stood awkwardly, as if standing any straighter would make the dog food touch his back. Elsa shook her head, finally bursting into laughter. It was all too funny.
"Let me get this straight," she gasped for air, clutching her ribcage. "Olaf-,"
"Why the fuck do you have a damn dog, anyways?" Jack muttered, staring down the bugger who was happily chirping at the girl's feet.
"It's my sister's," she wiped at her eyes. "Olaf carries the garbage full of bloody tampons onto your lap, your freak out and shove me to the ground, see the tampons again when I kick them, fall and break a chair like the sissy you are, let me chase the dog on my own, and then fall again at the sight of the tampon into dog fucking food!"
"Oh shut it," Jack Frost growled.
"I'm going to get you a shirt," Elsa mumbled, biting her lip. He was a total mess. She was pretty sure his eyes kept glancing to the couch, as if the tampons would suddenly come crawling back and attack him. She came back with her biggest t-shirt.
She walked towards him, around the counter, when suddenly Jack made a muffled screaming sound. "Okay, Elsa, baby, don't freak out or anything-,"
"Oh, I doubt I'll be worse than you," she huffed, suspecting what he was pointing out.
"-But you have…period fucking blood on your ass…your hot, cute ass." Jack whined the last part like a child who couldn't choose where to eat out for lunch, as if his entire day would be ruined by that small detail. Elsa turned around, looking at her jeans, but she couldn't see it. Instead, she tossed Jack the shirt and shrugged out of her jeans. Despite Elsa being only in her cheeky panties, Jack was cringing, looking anywhere but her.
"I take it you don't plan on getting your red wings any time soon," Elsa crossed her arms, fixing her crooked bra that he messed up earlier in their make out session.
"Don't fucking talk like that, Elsa!" Jack groaned, gagging a little. He stripped himself of his shirt, careful not to touch the dog food, and slipped on the new shirt. "That's some messed up shit only a fucking in love, crazy, pussy does!"
Six Months Later
"Are you sure you want to try this, babe?" Elsa breathed deeply, trying to control her heart rate. His hands teased her as he slid her underwear off.
"You said you're horny on your period," Jack's smile wavered. "Tell me if you don't want it. I won't be…too disappointed." In his head, he was screaming, "I'd be leaping for joy, that's what."
"Fuck yeah I want it," Elsa gasped, the knot in her stomach tightening at just the thought of his mouth in her vagina with her blood covering her face.
"Don't puke, Jack Frost. Don't you do it!"
He spread her legs wide, reminded at how pleased he used to get seeing how flexible she was. It didn't help his spirits now.
"Mouth! Breathe through your mouth or you're screwed!"
Clenching his eyes shut, Jack plunged straight in, his tongue running up the length of her vagina.
"What kind of torture is this shit? How can a woman taste so horrible?"
Just so he didn't have to prove it twice, he raised his head, showing Elsa how he could swallow that shit, and he did mean shit. Elsa's hands massaged his head.
"Yeah I best be getting some anal for this, not just some crap head rubbing!"
Jack ran his tongue up and down her opening before really going for it by spreading open her lips and licking around the hole fleetingly.
"It's on my nose! It's on my – dammit! IT'S IN MY NOSE!"
Blood was dripping all over his face by then. Elsa was on her second and heaviest day. By doing that signature move, she clenched her insides and a squirt of blood shot out of her vagina. Jack nearly choked. His stomach lurched, but he was determined to make her orgasm. It didn't count if she didn't come.
"I'm eating a failed child. I'm literally eating a dead half-a-kid!"
Jack went to work pleasing her in ways she never knew she could be pleased. Having him do this during her period made things ten times more pleasurable.
"You better scream my name, whore! Let the whole building hear it, sweetheart, cause it's not happening again!"
Just as he feared – no, as he dreaded, when cum shot from Elsa's vagina, guess what accompanied and overpowered the already distasteful cum? Blood. Period, dead-egged, blood! He knew he was screwed when the inside vaginal walls clamped around his tongue. He tried to pull out and succeeded, but not fast enough to miss a good amount of his feared substance. He jerked away quickly, scraping his tongue free of all of his taste buds, trying to rid himself of any memory of the taste.
"The devil made periods. It's not getting your red wings, it's getting your devil wings!"
Elsa was busy moaning in pleasure and laughing her ass off. It produced a rather unattractive sound that he could only glare to. She had no problem with him being disgusted in her body fluids. After all, she basically had him wrapped around her finger.
"Bitch."
"Pussy."
"Pussies are troupers. If they go through that awfulness once a month then DAMN! No wonder they smell unwelcoming on a daily basis!"
A/N: Ideas? Help me people! I know these are infrequent updates. I have a story story going on as well and that gets more attention from me, but I enjoy doing these. 'Pics to Mom' or "Phone Sex Gone Wrong'? Or give me any ideas you have! I love the reviews so far. Keep them coming. What did you think? I changed the rating to M but it won't get much more descriptive than this because I'm not good at writing smut or really want to so...
