Free Fat Off Sex and Violence by Shane McKenzie

fill.”
    She smiled, slid her black tongue over her teeth. “Very good, Master.”

 
     
    —7—
     
     
    Sunday morning.
                Gary woke to a sound that didn’t make sense at first. He thought portions of his dreams had shifted from his mind to the real world as he made the transition himself. He had to rub his eyes and shake his head clear of the fog before he realized what was going on.
                Mary Jane stood in the middle of the clearing…eating. She inhaled, chewed, swallowed. The floating globs looked a different shade of yellow, darker, lumpier, more misshapen.
                Grunting, scraping, snorting from Gary’s right. He blinked the sleep away, then gasped at what he saw.
                Animals. Different kinds of animals surrounded them, each paired up with another of the same species, all fucking like mad. A buck with an impressive rack mounted a doe, its front hooves holding the doe by the hips. The doe moaned a guttural sound—the buck’s tongue lolled from its mouth as it pumped with vicious ferocity. At least five pairs of rabbits humped away, their cuteness lost in their lascivious acts. Squirrels and rats and a couple of foxes—mating like their lives depended on it.
                As Gary looked closer, he saw the grass underneath the animals was stained red, then he realized the fur in their sex regions was matted with blood.
                Mary Jane’s eyes flickered out. Her lids looked heavier as she chewed slowly.
                The animals groaned and squeaked and snarled. More blood dripped to the dirt, but they never slowed, never let up even a bit.
                Mary Jane collapsed to her backside, mouth still full of food, then finally tipped over. Her eyes clamped shut and the snoring began.
                And just like that, the animals separated, dispersed. They limped away in all directions, staggered and squealed. The only evidence of what Gary had just witnessed were the splattered spots around him.
                Gary just chuckled. He crawled toward his backpack, unzipped it, pulled out his lunch pail. Two candy bars left—he tore into a Butterfinger and halved it in one bite. Sitting in the backpack just under the tin was Lusty Bloodsucker . The vampire girl on the cover beckoned him, begged him to peel the pages back and slip his hand into his pants. And normally, Gary would’ve done so, one hand gripping his candy bar, the other his cock while he balanced the comic in his lap.
                But now…it just seemed childish. He could still feel the woman’s flesh surrounding him, could feel her tongue sliding over him. He wondered who would be next, who in this shithole town would be tasting him today. Three, maybe four girls? His stomach fluttered, his heart pounded. He couldn’t make his smile go away. Tossing the Hentai comic away, he grabbed Kronos the Destroyer and inspected his work, wondered if Mary Jane could somehow use her influence to help him get the comic published.
                His eyes rolled back toward the Hentai lying in the dirt. He wouldn’t be needing any more jack-off material, not with Mary Jane around.
                With a mouthful of candy, he picked up Lusty Bloodsucker one more time, tore it in half, tossed it over his shoulder.
                He had never been happier.
      
    ***
     
    When her eyes finally started blinking, Gary burst to his feet.
                “Finally. Feels like you’ve been asleep forever.” He bounced from foot to foot, rubbed his meaty palms together.
                She yawned, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Are you excited for the day, Master?”
                Gary was happy to see her eyes shining bright. “You hungry?”
                “Of course I am. Animals aren’t very filling.”