Space of no boundaries.
Oh how you have deceived me
With your endless opportunities
And my cheerful optimism
Lunging to hug my destiny
The greater unknown is what I dreamed of
The misguided truth is what I lived by
I can drift away without a sound
I can shape myself into any form
Or, I can be nothing at all
Sometimes I wake up and find myself in the
body of a fox. I cry to the sky. I taste my skin. I feel my breath. I say to
myself what a damn good way to live, then again what a damn waste it is. What a
sad way to put it. Those stars, far beyond my reach, nowhere near to be found,
and maybe I never even knew what they are to start with. How else shall I make
my life special, when all hope is gone? It has been a headache, a burden, an
excuse for anger and defiance. The light in my soul shines on no one, my
desires never to be fulfilled. All these moments are gone to waste. I exist for
nothing.
And so now my ranting is done. I am exhaust of
breath. I lie down deflated and defeated. I waited for my life to drain, and
all these meaningless seconds to transpire before my eyes. Secretly in my
groin, I waited for fate to dawn upon me and infuse me with new energy, or a
new life. It never came. I never stopped waiting.
Is there an answer at all? What is hiding
behind the stars? What is the secret you have kept from me for so long? Is it
something I can see, I can reach and touch, I can fathom? My body of blood and
flesh at the face of the prodigious planetary, shape the universe before me
with my every move. Is it power, or was this planned? Am I misled, or am I the
one who understands? Will the question be solved, or will it live on forever?
He opened his eyes.
A sparrow glided through the treetops and
perched on top of a branch. It sneaked its beaks behind its wings and pecked
unmannerly. It grimaced as a scatter of particulates blew towards him, and
specks of grey resembling burnt leaves settled all over the forest flow. An
uncanny sight to behold, almost like an omen, of disaster brewing in the core
of the woods. A squirrel crawled up the oak tree on three limbs, one hand
carrying a stack of blueberries and acorns. He took notice of the surprise visitor,
who bent down and was watching over something enthusiastically.
"What ye lookin' at?" He grumbled
and peered through the dense oak leaves. Two small furry creatures were
prancing across the forest, one trailing behind the other by a tail's length,
and every ten seconds they would look at each other fondly and passionately
before they broke into another segment of their gleeful waltz.
"Won't you look at that?" said the
sparrow. "It be that ol' imbecile again."
"That sly fox? Are you sure is him
lad?"
"I swear upon the highness of the sun.
That filthy animal it is him, his obnoxious red coat catchy as fuck."
"What is he doing here, even?"
"He be up to no good. A useless piece of
trash. Hypocritical brat. I spit on thee."
The squirrel climbed on top of an adjacent
branch and tossed a berry to the bird.
"I thought he was still trying,"
said the squirrel. "They say he got really deep into that city business,
climbing up the hierarchy, and he would start getting chunks of good food in a
matter of months. Gotta do better than that though, cuz he be fucked a lot
still. Betcha he didn't get more than a scrap of meat from them dogs."
"Ay he wish," the sparrow shook his
head dismally. "Motherfucker doesn't know his limits. Motherfucker thinks
he be Jesus. Look at the frown on his face, like fucking over us kind. Pathetic
piece of shit, I reckon him retire on his own accord."
The squirrel watched him go, further and
further from his sights. His tail dragging along the mud. The earth left a
trail of his footprints. He was no longer to be seen. Ferns bowed over and
examined the bits and remnants that he left behind. There was a delightful
quality in all that he associated with. His paws left traces on the crusty soil
that glitters in gold, the leaves and grass that laid fingers on his fur
awakened with alacrity. The wind that brushed his hair sings a euphoric tune.
The land on which he trod, and everything surrounding him, turned to his
presence and rose from their slumber, ruminating as he passed by, for the beast
they once knew seemed a little different today. It was as if there was a change
in the way he looked that afternoon, puzzling and as enigmatic as life itself.
Fuddled by his aura and bewitched by the power contained in his bowels, the
world stopped moving. Those who knew him watched and waited, fondly and keenly,
for him and the girl that preceded him.
It went on for as long as he could remember.
She stopped at one point. She looked anxious. There was something holding her
back, a looming concern. She turned to see her eager companion tailing closely
with a cheeky smile, and her heart suddenly ached as her blood simmered beneath
her skin. It was this brewing uncomfort inside her telling her to give in, to
relinquish her idea and flee the scene. She closed her eyes, and the memories
of their encounter rose to the surface. She remembered the praise and
appreciation his otter friend had given him, and him urging her to meet and to
know him - to probe him. How slim are the chances of such serendipity dawning
upon her, for no other person in this world can re-enact the enthusiasm and
passion he has for her. She was steadfast in her decision. She knew fate is
guiding her every action thus far, and there is no other way out of this chain
of events. She got back to her feet and dove through the gigantic hedge wall.
The sun rose to its peak, and its dazzling
rays showered earth with a myriad of golden arrows. Down below the forest
leaves filtered every beam of sunlight with a hue of green, and the world below
the trees was like the interiors of a kaleidoscope. The forest hedges formed a
circle and hemmed a large open area, where the sky was brimmed with a million
dazzling patterns and the air was warm and fragrant. The tree stood at the very
center, taller and prouder than the rest. It extended its arms, each of them
intertwined with a million pink leaves and petals, embracing the forest floor
in all its breadth. Tardily the fox strolled, stopped, and examined the land
before him. Carefully he placed a soft paw into its demesne. A circumsphere of
pink, where pinkness flurried down in a cascade, circled around his shoulders
in a gaudy display of stunning beauty. He took another step, then another, as
the cherry blossom petals landed on his back and neck, caressing him. She was standing
gracefully at the trunk, masquerading behind the floral curtain, her head
slightly slanting and dipping, her feet gathering at a single spot, and her
tail, ever so soft and pretty, was swaying side to side with much grandeur and
swag.
Without a word spoken, she summoned him closer
and closer. He answered with every curious step, and the nearer he got and more
he blushed, and backdrop seemed to fade from his sight, and the world shone on
him and her only. She blinked flirtatiously, and he flew his arms around her
and kissed her. She held on to his muscular torso, and they grew more and more
intimate. A sudden loss of balance and they stumbled together. With a thud, she
laid on her back, her soft white belly facing up, and her paws crouched on top
of it submissively. He arched over her, eyes grazing over her bewildered face,
as all sorts of crazed thoughts flew through his head. She blushed intensely,
her beady eyes watery with desire. His limbs wrapped around her. Their tails
touched and crossed. They kissed again, and he placed his chest against hers
and felt her fervid warmth, which diffused through his veins and nerves and
made his hair stood to their ends.
Slowly and steadily his snout scanned over her
body. He stuck his tongue out and licked her neck, covering her naked skin with
his saliva. She moaned in satisfaction, raising her trembling paws to push his
head further down, such so that his tongue brushed through her stomach and
groin until it ended up at her clitoris. Her moaning was incessant and it grew
stronger as he forced her vagina open with a brazen dig. He could hardly
contain himself as his penis poked out of his shaft and elongated. In a
forceful lunge he sprang up and clutched tightly onto her shoulders, pressing
his head against her side. Her heartbeat was powerful and energetic. The life
was surging inside her, and all the fervor and the thirst pervaded from her
body. In orderly, rhythmic thrusts he started prodding her in the hips. He
gasped as he inserted into her, his rigid conoid genital wrapped entirely in
her musky womb. She opened her eyes and breathed deeply, overwhelmed by the
sensation of her organs. They stared deeply and longingly into one another.
Petals settled on her ears, and she was laid bare, vanquished by his feral strength.
He could feel the muscles in her body relaxing and her vagina tightening, as he
strained to not leak early.
"Good boy." A whisper in his ears.
Her blue eyes were like sapphire, enticing him with her lustful frown. The
unhinged beauty. The unrefrained pleasure. He was losing his mind.
"Cirgale..." He grunted. "My
name..."
"Good Cirgale," she muttered, and
his thrusting gradually picked up speed. She cried out in excitement as she
felt his penis shifting deeper and deeper into her body upon every successive
thrust. The wind whirled and whistled and the ground was shaken, lifted and
inverted. They could no longer tell the leaves from the trees, and sun from the
stars, the day from the night. The endless stream of excitement ran through
their cells like a torrent, and they edged and edged as if their lives depended
on it. It persisted on and on, in an endless cycle as he would often taper for
a brief while before undertaking another round of forceful thrusting.
She gulped and grunted. In a barely coherent voice
she whispered to his face.
"I love...I love you." And the
forest whispered after her.
He was totally lost. He was incapable of
recalling anything from his former self. His mind drew a blank. Everything he
thought he knew was merely an illusion. Nothing seemed to matter no more, as
his penis bulged and his knot swelled. There was this special feeling that
stood out from the rest, an elusive feeling, that he felt more when he looked
down on her. A sense of accomplishment, of what he couldn't find ways to
describe, but despite so had fully captured and mesmerized him.
"I love you too..."
They climaxed. Cum streamed down the rim of
her vagina. She could barely move a muscle. Her lascivious face vanished. Her
feet were stretched into the open and frozen still. He was tired. After the
unbridled fervor undertaken he was in one with her, never to be separated,
never to be drawn apart. Soon they would recuperate from their wear and quietly
nuzzle each other under the cherry blossom, forever so. Time was frozen ever
since, and it no longer toiled, tampered, tormented the youthful living things
on this planet.
The power of the moment never subsided. Two
unassuming creatures of the forest had joined together and outshone the
brightest star of the universe, towering over the biggest nova in the whole
cosmos. Things that would never happen, and whatever the misfortunes they may
lead, were effaced from existence as they all bowed and knelt before the new
order, the order the two has decreed upon earth and all its living things...
Had this been true, would it change anything?
Would it give them any meaning in their lives?
Or perhaps time never does play a role in it
after all?
Is it the answer...
The end is built into the beginning.
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