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Because my stories have bite, they can contain content that isn't suitable for work or children. Not a lot of truly graphic sex or violence, but there are some questionable or heated posts. F-bombs are not uncommon, so watch your footing.

Friday, December 13, 2019

#FridayFlash - Black Dog

This is an expanded version of one of my pieces in MONSTERS

Cal leaned against the wall with one hand, unzipping his pants with the other. The last beer had gone right through him, demanding he release his bladder right this moment or else. He wasn't normally one for public urination, but when you gotta go, you gotta go.

The drunk man fumbled with his clothing and himself. barely getting his dick out before he pissed all over himself. Cal groaned in relief, letting his head loll, and listened to the heavy stream hitting the wall.

Nails clicked on the pavement.

Cal looked up, still draining his lizard, and saw the dog twenty feet away. A large black dog, only visible in the night because it stood beneath a murky security light. Pitch black, darker than the night itself, shaggy and broad, it didn't look like a mutt.

"Hey, Poochie," he said, chuckling, the stream of urine finally coming to an end. Almost. Another rank burst of piss, and he laughed, staring at the dog. "Like what you see?" Cal jiggled his penis, splattering piss everywhere.

The dog blinked bright yellow eyes, otherwise standing still.

Cal stood straight as he shook himself. He glared at the dog while he put his dick away, wondering what it wanted. The stupid thing had followed him from the bar, always about twenty feet away, just silently staring.

"What the hell do you want?" he shouted, the good humor of his drink fading. Why the fuck was a dumb mutt following him"

It tipped its head to one side.

"Do you think I'm made out of sausage or something?" The first thread of anger wound around Cal's heart. The stupid beast was beginning to grate on his nerves.

It tipped its head the other direction.

Cal gritted his teeth, all pleasure of inebriation gone. He stooped for a discarded bottle, then flung it will all his strength at the mutt. It fell short of its mark; glass shattered, sparkling as it bounced off the dog.

It finally blinked, then licked its lips.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Cal stormed toward the dog, flailing his arms. "Get the fuck out of here!"

It retreated three steps, then returned to staring at him.

Cal raced forward, chasing the animal, yelling obscenities and random noises at it. The dog let him get about six feet away before darting to the side, avoiding Cal's half-assed kick. He kicked again, the dog dodged again.

Anger consumed Cal, and he gave chase. Even with steady steps, he couldn't keep up with the mutt. It remained six feet away, always, watching him over its shoulder. Bright yellow eyes never wavered, never blinked, just goaded him on to keep chasing it.

"Oh, you're fucked now." Cal laughed when they rounded a corner and found a brick wall halfway down the next alley. The dog watched him as it backed all the way in, Cal following slowly. Flashes of violent images filled his mind, and he couldn't wait to enact them upon this cur.

Six growls sounded behind him. Cal turned; six more black dogs stared at him. He knew who was fucked then.