Day 25: "Burned" (Fairy Tales, Wolf and Pigs, NC17)
Title: Burned
Fandom: Fairy Tales
Characters: Three pigs and a wolf
Words: ~800
Rating: NC17
A/N: Back to the perversions. Heh.
Burned
The wolf didn't know why the pig was so stubborn. It wasn't like he was asking for true love and mixed-blood babies, for heaven's sake. He was being clear. He wanted one lousy tumble, and that was all.
And it was turning out to be way more trouble than it was worth.
First, there was the gaudy straw house. It was all he could do to refrain from offering a few tips--okay, maybe a few hundred--on redecorating because seriously, straw? Country chic had its place, but …actually, no it didn't. Ugh.
Still, what he was after didn't have anything to do with window treatments, so he bit his tongue and pushed the pig onto its back.
Here was where he first met resistance. Who knew pigs were so reluctant about this? He cajoled as best he could, but the pig was impossible. Apparently this one was all about the exchange of blow jobs, and nothing more. And for such a scrawny little thing, he certainly could pack a punch. Weird.
He tried one more time, wheedling, "Little pig, little pig! Let me in!"
The pig shook his head. "No way. Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin. I told you. Not down with that. It's not really cross-species if it's just a suck, after all."
Oh, for heaven's sake. He couldn't come up with syllables to fill in better than chinny-chin? And he was, what, closeted? God. What had this idiot been doing at the sundry-species club? Well, he might as well get what he could out of it. He backed up a bit and shrugged. "It was worth a try. And now, I'm going to blow your house in." He opened his mouth.
"My house?"
"Shit. Sorry. I was thinking about your dreadful décor. I meant. Look, I just meant I was going to blow you; I was just trying to keep up the rhyme."
"My décor isn't dreadful!" The pig propped up on his elbows. "God. And I almost let you fuck me--"
"What? You were adamant I couldn't fuck you."
The pig snorted. "You give up too easily."
"You kicked me in the thigh. Two inches from my balls."
"What can I say? I have excellent aim. You suck at this game. Maybe it's just not worth it"
"Fine. So, now if I compliment your décor can I fuck you?"
"Don't think so. After all this, I think it's going to be the other way around." The pig nudged his swollen cock up against the wolf's chin, and whirled a finger in a "turn around" gesture. "Big wolf, big wolf, let me in."
The wolf let his tongue hang down, giving a long slow slurp.
"Nice, but seriously." The pig got up on his knees. "Turn around."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then I guess we're done here."
The wolf rolled his eyes and looked around for a clock. Fuck. By the time he got back to the club, all the fresh meat would be gone. And he did want to come.
Fine. At least he wouldn't have to look at the instrument of his orgasm.
He rearranged them on the bed and waited while the pig spat in his hand and mounted him, then rocked back and forth, letting out a little bit of a howl with each thrust.
Just then a flashbulb popped, and the wolf turned his head.
It was two more pigs, naked in the doorway, obviously very engaged with the situation as evidenced by the way they were both jerking off as they approached. The wolf groaned; he knew one of them from work, and that picture was going to be a nightmare. "Uh. Hi, Woody," he said weakly, pushing back harder, somewhat horrified he was actually turned on by the audience, the photograph, and the fact of having been caught by someone he knew.
"Wolf," said Woody. "Didn't know you were into this sort of thing." He stroked his cock lazily, then looked at the other one. "Stone, I think he likes being watched."
The wolf groaned as they both moved in front of him, just out of reach of his tongue, and jerked harder as his original partner pumped into him, and then gasped as Stone handed the camera to Woody.
Woody grinned and backed away, snapping shot after shot as Stone grunted and oinked and came all over the wolf's snout.
The wolf licked his chops and unloaded on the bedspread as Woody handed off the camera and stepped closer again.
Somehow, he'd come into this thinking he had the upper hand, but three little pigs had burned him completely. Not, as far as he could work out in his post-orgasmic state, that he evidently minded.
Fandom: Fairy Tales
Characters: Three pigs and a wolf
Words: ~800
Rating: NC17
A/N: Back to the perversions. Heh.
Burned
The wolf didn't know why the pig was so stubborn. It wasn't like he was asking for true love and mixed-blood babies, for heaven's sake. He was being clear. He wanted one lousy tumble, and that was all.
And it was turning out to be way more trouble than it was worth.
First, there was the gaudy straw house. It was all he could do to refrain from offering a few tips--okay, maybe a few hundred--on redecorating because seriously, straw? Country chic had its place, but …actually, no it didn't. Ugh.
Still, what he was after didn't have anything to do with window treatments, so he bit his tongue and pushed the pig onto its back.
Here was where he first met resistance. Who knew pigs were so reluctant about this? He cajoled as best he could, but the pig was impossible. Apparently this one was all about the exchange of blow jobs, and nothing more. And for such a scrawny little thing, he certainly could pack a punch. Weird.
He tried one more time, wheedling, "Little pig, little pig! Let me in!"
The pig shook his head. "No way. Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin. I told you. Not down with that. It's not really cross-species if it's just a suck, after all."
Oh, for heaven's sake. He couldn't come up with syllables to fill in better than chinny-chin? And he was, what, closeted? God. What had this idiot been doing at the sundry-species club? Well, he might as well get what he could out of it. He backed up a bit and shrugged. "It was worth a try. And now, I'm going to blow your house in." He opened his mouth.
"My house?"
"Shit. Sorry. I was thinking about your dreadful décor. I meant. Look, I just meant I was going to blow you; I was just trying to keep up the rhyme."
"My décor isn't dreadful!" The pig propped up on his elbows. "God. And I almost let you fuck me--"
"What? You were adamant I couldn't fuck you."
The pig snorted. "You give up too easily."
"You kicked me in the thigh. Two inches from my balls."
"What can I say? I have excellent aim. You suck at this game. Maybe it's just not worth it"
"Fine. So, now if I compliment your décor can I fuck you?"
"Don't think so. After all this, I think it's going to be the other way around." The pig nudged his swollen cock up against the wolf's chin, and whirled a finger in a "turn around" gesture. "Big wolf, big wolf, let me in."
The wolf let his tongue hang down, giving a long slow slurp.
"Nice, but seriously." The pig got up on his knees. "Turn around."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then I guess we're done here."
The wolf rolled his eyes and looked around for a clock. Fuck. By the time he got back to the club, all the fresh meat would be gone. And he did want to come.
Fine. At least he wouldn't have to look at the instrument of his orgasm.
He rearranged them on the bed and waited while the pig spat in his hand and mounted him, then rocked back and forth, letting out a little bit of a howl with each thrust.
Just then a flashbulb popped, and the wolf turned his head.
It was two more pigs, naked in the doorway, obviously very engaged with the situation as evidenced by the way they were both jerking off as they approached. The wolf groaned; he knew one of them from work, and that picture was going to be a nightmare. "Uh. Hi, Woody," he said weakly, pushing back harder, somewhat horrified he was actually turned on by the audience, the photograph, and the fact of having been caught by someone he knew.
"Wolf," said Woody. "Didn't know you were into this sort of thing." He stroked his cock lazily, then looked at the other one. "Stone, I think he likes being watched."
The wolf groaned as they both moved in front of him, just out of reach of his tongue, and jerked harder as his original partner pumped into him, and then gasped as Stone handed the camera to Woody.
Woody grinned and backed away, snapping shot after shot as Stone grunted and oinked and came all over the wolf's snout.
The wolf licked his chops and unloaded on the bedspread as Woody handed off the camera and stepped closer again.
Somehow, he'd come into this thinking he had the upper hand, but three little pigs had burned him completely. Not, as far as he could work out in his post-orgasmic state, that he evidently minded.