Name: Anonymous 2008-02-17 22:41
It was hot out. Hot, dry, and the sun was beating down on me without respite. As I gazed around from the brush, I thought about just exactly where I was, and what I was doing there. It was three months ago that I received that vanilla envelope. Who would have thought that a slip of paper only could have changed my life so drastically.
It was from my late uncle Steve Ramanass. He was always known as the black sheep of our family, having left when he was in his late twenties to live in the African tundra. Occasionally we’d hear about him on the radio or in some piece in a wordly magazine, always praising him for his work out in the wild, learning the most intimate secrets of animals that were always a mystery to man.
Inside the envelope was a boat ticket to a small dock in an even smaller town over across the ocean. The note merely said “It’s time y
ou took over the business.” I honestly had no clue what he was talking about, as I had never met him, but I wasn’t going t opass up this once in a lifetime chance, and so the next morning, I was on a boat heading over to another country for the first time ever.
I was met at the docks by a small African woman named Clickwhistlehootenanie. I should say that I don’t mean her name consisted of clicks and whistles, but actually was pronounced that way. She merely grabbed my bag and shoved it into the trunk with little care for any delicates that may have been inside. We rode in silence.
After many hours of driving through endless desert, she pulled over and threw my bag out of the car onto the dust. Leaping out, I had barely started to form words to throw at her when she suddenly flew back into the car and sped off, leaving a trail of dust as the only sign that she was ever there.
Despaired, I grabbed my bag and started walking. After walking for nearly two days, I felt dehydration taking ahold of me. In the distance I could make out a few sparse trees, and I figured that if there were any water out there, that’s where it would be. I trekked for what seemed like hours before I made it to the oasis, and found a small pool of water. I drank it up greedily, gulping down as much water as I could possibly let down my throat.
After resting, I decided to explore as far as I could, making sure to keep the oasis within eyesight. After 4 days of exploring, I decided that until I was searched for, there was no way I could make it back to civilization on my own. I had resorted to killing and eating the few animals that visited the oasis for sustenance, and soon I lost track of time, the notches on the trees becoming less and less important as the days let on…..
A flash of orange catches my eye, pulling me out of my day dream. I had seen that pattern before… the stripes of orange and white flowing through the brush around the oasis. I had heard of predatory cats stalking their prey, but this had been going on for days, and it had scared off any other animals from coming. Animals I needed to eat. I was starving, and I secretly wished the cat would just come and finish me off.
Suddenly , as if it could read my thoughts, the cat burst out and I saw it in the light for the first time.
“Hello there lad, please do not stare, I merely wish to fuck your deirierre.”
I was in shock. The cat was clearly talking to me.
It stood on two legs, and I realized that it was wearing a hat. Not a common hat mind you, but a long stovetop hat, white, and emblazoned with orange stripes. The same stripes that I had seen following me for the past week.
I didn’t respond..
“do not fret, please don’t despair! I merely want to see your ass bare!”
The cat was clearly talking about my ass. I didn’t know what to make of it.
“what?”
The words came roughly for me, having not spoken in such a long time
“I simply state, you lumbering ape, that your ass is round, and I wish to pound!”
Are you fucking kidding me?
“are you fucking kidding me?”
“I never kid, though I often fuck, so just drop trou, get on your knees and duck”
I could see the evil carnivorous gleam in his eyes, and I could tell that if I didn’t comply, id be torn to shreds by vicious teeth in seconds.
I shamefully pulled down what was left of my shorts, and got on my knees.
“Very good boy, you listen well, but don’t smile yet, you’re in for hell!”
The cat slowly crept behind me, and as soon as he left my pereifial vision, I felt the air shift as he leapt through the air, and felt his claws dig into my back, with only the silhouette of his hat in my vision, casting a shadow of shame across my sight. I gasped as I felt a long semi hard ….. Thing…… against my crack. I knew what was coming.
As he rubbed his throbbing member against my crack, I could hear his pleasure in the form of a deep vibrato emerging from his chest. He was purring.
“oh HO! Your crack is nice, and very fine, but soon your ass-cherry will be mine!”
I grimaced as I prepared myself for what was about to happen. I had barely closed my eyes as I felt a rough push against my corn hole. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, as this anally attracted feline was being surprisingly gentle.
I screamed. My throat gave out as I gasped for more air.
“you can scream and you can shout, but that doesn’t mean im pulling out!”
My knees buckled under the continious humping the cat was doling out on my poor ass. I felt something wet slowly trickling down my leg, and as I glanced down at my legs, I saw a droplet of blood land on the dry thirsty dirt beneath me. I knew at that moment, I wasn’t as tight as I was 2 minutes ago.
I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I closed my eyes, and tried to just pretend that I was in another place, but with every buck the cat made, I was brought back to my harsh reality.
“im almost there, so turn around, look at the sky and sit your ass on the ground!”
I don’t know what hurt, more, his first thrust, or him suddenly pulilng out, spilling a mixture of shit and blood all over my thighs. I felt his paw flip me over, and all I could see was his body, blocking out the sun. with the sun turning his silhouette into a dark looming figure, his tophat and ears making him appear to be some sort of devil-Lincoln. As I stared wide eyed at this figure of evil, I saw that he was holding some kind of red stick at me, shaking it vigorously.
By the time I had figured it out what it was, it was too late. Stream after stream of steaming cat pearls lunged out of his quivering member and splattered against my face, stinging my eyes.
As I scrambled my hands across my face to wipe it away, I heard a rustling in the bushes, and the cat was gone.
“thanks for the ride, and thanks for the fun, but excuse me now, I really must run!”
I didn’t move for hours. I let the sun set, and the comforting darkness of the night sweep over me before I managed to crawl over to the water and clean myself.
I passed out.
I awoke to night, and saw something hazy right in front of me.
As my vision cleared, I realized it was a monkey. With a stick.
“I saw you my child, and I pity you…”
“who a.a…re… you?” I gasped
“Rafiki!” the monkey declared, wavingi his stick high in the air above him, like a symbol of his furry might, “And you are a fagzorz!”
He beat me with his stick. It hurt.
Goddamn it.
THE END
It was from my late uncle Steve Ramanass. He was always known as the black sheep of our family, having left when he was in his late twenties to live in the African tundra. Occasionally we’d hear about him on the radio or in some piece in a wordly magazine, always praising him for his work out in the wild, learning the most intimate secrets of animals that were always a mystery to man.
Inside the envelope was a boat ticket to a small dock in an even smaller town over across the ocean. The note merely said “It’s time y
ou took over the business.” I honestly had no clue what he was talking about, as I had never met him, but I wasn’t going t opass up this once in a lifetime chance, and so the next morning, I was on a boat heading over to another country for the first time ever.
I was met at the docks by a small African woman named Clickwhistlehootenanie. I should say that I don’t mean her name consisted of clicks and whistles, but actually was pronounced that way. She merely grabbed my bag and shoved it into the trunk with little care for any delicates that may have been inside. We rode in silence.
After many hours of driving through endless desert, she pulled over and threw my bag out of the car onto the dust. Leaping out, I had barely started to form words to throw at her when she suddenly flew back into the car and sped off, leaving a trail of dust as the only sign that she was ever there.
Despaired, I grabbed my bag and started walking. After walking for nearly two days, I felt dehydration taking ahold of me. In the distance I could make out a few sparse trees, and I figured that if there were any water out there, that’s where it would be. I trekked for what seemed like hours before I made it to the oasis, and found a small pool of water. I drank it up greedily, gulping down as much water as I could possibly let down my throat.
After resting, I decided to explore as far as I could, making sure to keep the oasis within eyesight. After 4 days of exploring, I decided that until I was searched for, there was no way I could make it back to civilization on my own. I had resorted to killing and eating the few animals that visited the oasis for sustenance, and soon I lost track of time, the notches on the trees becoming less and less important as the days let on…..
A flash of orange catches my eye, pulling me out of my day dream. I had seen that pattern before… the stripes of orange and white flowing through the brush around the oasis. I had heard of predatory cats stalking their prey, but this had been going on for days, and it had scared off any other animals from coming. Animals I needed to eat. I was starving, and I secretly wished the cat would just come and finish me off.
Suddenly , as if it could read my thoughts, the cat burst out and I saw it in the light for the first time.
“Hello there lad, please do not stare, I merely wish to fuck your deirierre.”
I was in shock. The cat was clearly talking to me.
It stood on two legs, and I realized that it was wearing a hat. Not a common hat mind you, but a long stovetop hat, white, and emblazoned with orange stripes. The same stripes that I had seen following me for the past week.
I didn’t respond..
“do not fret, please don’t despair! I merely want to see your ass bare!”
The cat was clearly talking about my ass. I didn’t know what to make of it.
“what?”
The words came roughly for me, having not spoken in such a long time
“I simply state, you lumbering ape, that your ass is round, and I wish to pound!”
Are you fucking kidding me?
“are you fucking kidding me?”
“I never kid, though I often fuck, so just drop trou, get on your knees and duck”
I could see the evil carnivorous gleam in his eyes, and I could tell that if I didn’t comply, id be torn to shreds by vicious teeth in seconds.
I shamefully pulled down what was left of my shorts, and got on my knees.
“Very good boy, you listen well, but don’t smile yet, you’re in for hell!”
The cat slowly crept behind me, and as soon as he left my pereifial vision, I felt the air shift as he leapt through the air, and felt his claws dig into my back, with only the silhouette of his hat in my vision, casting a shadow of shame across my sight. I gasped as I felt a long semi hard ….. Thing…… against my crack. I knew what was coming.
As he rubbed his throbbing member against my crack, I could hear his pleasure in the form of a deep vibrato emerging from his chest. He was purring.
“oh HO! Your crack is nice, and very fine, but soon your ass-cherry will be mine!”
I grimaced as I prepared myself for what was about to happen. I had barely closed my eyes as I felt a rough push against my corn hole. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, as this anally attracted feline was being surprisingly gentle.
I screamed. My throat gave out as I gasped for more air.
“you can scream and you can shout, but that doesn’t mean im pulling out!”
My knees buckled under the continious humping the cat was doling out on my poor ass. I felt something wet slowly trickling down my leg, and as I glanced down at my legs, I saw a droplet of blood land on the dry thirsty dirt beneath me. I knew at that moment, I wasn’t as tight as I was 2 minutes ago.
I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I closed my eyes, and tried to just pretend that I was in another place, but with every buck the cat made, I was brought back to my harsh reality.
“im almost there, so turn around, look at the sky and sit your ass on the ground!”
I don’t know what hurt, more, his first thrust, or him suddenly pulilng out, spilling a mixture of shit and blood all over my thighs. I felt his paw flip me over, and all I could see was his body, blocking out the sun. with the sun turning his silhouette into a dark looming figure, his tophat and ears making him appear to be some sort of devil-Lincoln. As I stared wide eyed at this figure of evil, I saw that he was holding some kind of red stick at me, shaking it vigorously.
By the time I had figured it out what it was, it was too late. Stream after stream of steaming cat pearls lunged out of his quivering member and splattered against my face, stinging my eyes.
As I scrambled my hands across my face to wipe it away, I heard a rustling in the bushes, and the cat was gone.
“thanks for the ride, and thanks for the fun, but excuse me now, I really must run!”
I didn’t move for hours. I let the sun set, and the comforting darkness of the night sweep over me before I managed to crawl over to the water and clean myself.
I passed out.
I awoke to night, and saw something hazy right in front of me.
As my vision cleared, I realized it was a monkey. With a stick.
“I saw you my child, and I pity you…”
“who a.a…re… you?” I gasped
“Rafiki!” the monkey declared, wavingi his stick high in the air above him, like a symbol of his furry might, “And you are a fagzorz!”
He beat me with his stick. It hurt.
Goddamn it.
THE END