Max grinned as Grape kissed him on the cheek as they left the movies. “Thanks for the night.” She whispered through a giggle. Max beamed with pride. “No problem, G.” He said. “I’ll always be glad to take you wherever you want.” Grape laughed and kissed him again, before shoving him into some nearby bushes.
It was evening as Grape and Max approached Peanut’s house, which to Grape’s surprise had a police car in the parking lot. Grape twitched an ear in confusion as she examined the scene. “I wondered what happened…” She said quietly. Max grinned. “Maybe Peanut got his head stuck in a drain pipe.” He laughed at his own joke, but stopped instantly when Grape shot a annoyed look a him. “Sorry.” The couple noticed Fido leave the house. He sighed and shook his head, before noticing Grape and Max. A pang of worry hit his stomach.
He approached Grape, who in an instant realized something was wrong. “Fido?” She whispered. Fido rubbed the back of his head and sighed, trying his best to avoid eye contact.. “It’s Peanut, something’s happened to him…” Grape’s ears flattened. “What? Did he get hit by a car.” Fido shook his head. “Um… Not really.” He took a look from Grape to Max, to Grape again. “I-I think you should come inside, this is a bit personal...” Grape’s eyes narrowed. “Why? Surely you can talk to me about this in front of my boyfriend.” Fido turned his back towards the two cats.
“No, I can’t…”
Grape’s eyes widened and she gasped in surprise of the seriousness in Fido’s voice. She said goodbye to Max and followed Fido back to the house.
Inside the house, Mr. Sandwich was busy talking with a police officer. He turned his head the moment he saw Grape and sighed in relief. He approached the purple cat and hugged her. “D-Dad?” Grape whispered in worry. ”Is Peanut okay?” Mr. Sandwich let go of Grape and put his hands on her shoulders, his eyes glistening. “No, he not.” He said.
Meanwhile upstairs, Mrs. Sandwich was in the bathroom with Peanut. She just gave him a bath and was now drying him off with a towel. Ever since she found him lying on the street, Peanut was crying nonstop. “Shhhh.” Mrs. Sandwich whispered in a soothing tone. Peanut buried his face in her shirt and continued to sob. “You’re alright. Mom’s here. You’re alright.”
Grape sat on the couch with Fido, watching the police officer finish asking Mr. Sandwich a set of questions.
“And what was the time you found the victim?”
“Um… About 12:40, 12:45 PM.”
“Uh-huh. Did the victim say anything about the criminal? Like a description?”
“No, he hasn’t said anything since we found him?”
“I see. Has there been any report of suspicious activity before?”
“No, not that I know of…”
“Any missing possessions?”
“Y-Yes, the tag of his collar is missing?”
“Collar?”
“Yes, the one the criminal used to…to…”
“I understand. Okay, if you manage to get any more information about what happened, please contact the investigation department at this number.” The police officer handed Mr. Sandwich a card. “Alright, see you later then.” He looked at Fido. “Come on Fido.” Fido patted Grape on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, everything’ll work out, you’ll see.” He gave Grape a warm, tired smile before getting off the couch and leaving with the police officer.
Grape and Mr. Sandwich stood in the living for what seemed like an eternity before Mr. Sandwich spoke. “Alright Grape, time to get to bed.” He kissed her on the fore head as she left for her bedroom.
As she lied in her bed, she couldn’t help but hear Mr. Sandwich talk with his wife.
“Did you put him to bed?”
“Yes, he asleep now.”
“Poor guy, going through all that…” He sighed
“Earl, what are we supposed to do?”
Mr. Sandwich paused for a moment. “Well, we could always move…”
“EARL!”
“I know, I know. It’s not like we could move anyways, with the economy all…”
“What if he comes back?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think he’ll come back here now that the police are snooping around.”
There was a moment of silence between the two.
“Earl, who would honestly do that to a dog. I mean, I’ve heard storied about that happening to kids, but not…” Her voice trailed off.
“I know, the sick bastard.”
“…”
“…”
“I wonder how Grape feels.”
“She probably feels worried about Peanut.”
True, Grape sat up and hugged her knees. Just the thought of Peanut getting violated got her sick. A tear fell down her cheek.
“In honesty, I’m more worried about how Peanut’s gonna act…”
“Yeah. I could see how people could get over it. But a dog.”
“The poor guy’s probably messed up in the head.”
Grape heard a sniffle come from Mrs. Sandwich.
“Oh Earl, what are we going to do?!”
“Hey, don’t worry. We’ll get through this. It’ll all work out. You’ll see.”
Grape remembered Fido saying the same thing and lied down again.
“It’ll all work out, eh? I hope so…”
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Chapter 1
“Today feels like a good day!”
Peanut smiled as he acquired another perfect score on another video game. He had spent the last few weeks preparing to beat Joey at “Ultra Negima Zetta Fighter 2”, and the all the late nights of caffeine and playing until three in the morning finally paid off. The hound grinned and arose from the beanbag chair he was sitting on and stretched, ready to prove his gaming skills.
But before the master gamer could defeat the worthless n00bs who challenged him, he would need to stock up on energy drinks. Peanut sighed, he remember that ever since the Milton ferrets visited the cul-de-sac, energy drinks weren’t allowed in the house. And since Grape wasn’t around, he couldn’t ask her for money. The hound paced and paced until he concluded that Joey probably had drinks already stashed at his house, so Peanut decided to leave a note before walking out the front door.
Peanut walked at a slightly hurried pace. Looking up, he noticed that the sky was turning grey. “Hm, it’s gonna rain soon. I hope Joey doesn’t cancel…” He was about two houses down from Joey’s house when he noticed a relatively young male human with long, wavy, black hair unloading boxes from a dark-red van. The man looked over his shoulder and formed a warm smile. “Hey there.?” He said. “Would there be a chance you could give me a hand? I’ll pay you.”
Peanut hesitated. He knew Mom and Dad told him several times not to talk to strangers, but he then thought over the fact that he could make a few bucks before clobbering Joey at his favorite game. “Sure!” the dog replied cheerfully, ignoring the raindrop that landed on his shoulder.
“Thanks.” The man replied. Peanut approached the man and helped him unload more boxes from the van. As they unloaded the boxes, Peanut explained to the man about Joey and how he would make him cry like a sissy once he showed his skills. “I bet that’ll teach him a lesson.” The man said with a laugh. Peanut laughed along with him, his tail wagging rapidly. “Well.” The man said, rubbing his neck.” Would you like to have a drink in my van?” He asked.
Peanut froze again, his tail stopped wagging. Something felt very wrong. He suddenly felt very nervous, and shook his head. “Um. N-No thank you…” He said. The man smirked and began to approach him. “Really? After all that work you don’t want a nice, refreshing drink?” The way he said those last three words chilled Peanut’s spine. His body shivered and he began to back away from the advancing man. He stopped when he felt his body hit the cold metal of the van. “Not really. I-I have to see my friend. He’ll wonder why I’m late and-“
Peanut stopped as the man slammed his hand on the side of the van, inches away from Peanut’s head. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” He said, his other hand cupping Peanut’s muzzle. Peanut’s eyes darted in all directions. In his mind, he begged that someone saw what was going on. That someone would walk up and go, “Hey whaddya thing you’re doing?” But no one was outside, no dogs, no people, nobody. Just Peanut, and the man.
The man needed little effort to shove Peanut into the back of the van, despite the canine’s struggles. He instantly removed Peanut’s collar and used it to bind his hands, before he pressed his mouth to Peanut’s muzzle, forcefully kissing him. “Don’t try anything.” He whispered with a slight laugh. “You can’t escape.”
He instantly drove a hand downward and began touching his groin. Peanut began to feel sick, he certainly did not want this to happen to him. “P-Please stop…” He muttered, trying to hold back tears. The man merely smirked and continued to molest the pitiful dog. When Peanut was finally erect, the man took a moment to admire it. “Huh, 7-inches. Very nice.” He then pulled down his pants and revealed his own erection. “So, are you ready to get on your knees?” He asked.
Peanut constantly gave out muffled screams of protest as his muzzle was wrapped around the man’s member. The man forced Peanut’s head to bob up and down on the man’s rod. “Say what you want.” The man said. “Your screams will only bring me closer to climax.”
The man began breathing hard as his hand gripped Peanut’s head, pushing him faster and faster. Peanut did his best to imaging this wasn’t happening, but the man constantly shattered any mental diversions he had. Suddenly, Peanut’s head was stopped, and the man suddenly began pushing his hips unto Peanut, basically fucking him in the mouth.
Peanut continued to protest. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he tried to push the man away as hard as he could, but with no avail. “Uh.” The man groaned. “You ready? Hear it comes…”
Peanut’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the man’s hot seed enter Peanut’s muzzle. He gagged as the horrid fluid entered is throat. “Swallow.” The man commanded. Peanut gagged for a few moments before swallowing. The man pulled out of Peanut’s mouth, a strand of semen being the only connection between the two before disappearing. “Huh.” He chuckled. “You’re pretty obedient. Figures, since you’re a dog…”
Peanut coughed, wiping his mouth with his arm. “P-please, I’m begging you, let me go home!”
The man sighed and looked at Peanut with a pitiful grin. “Fine then, let’s get this over with.”
Peanut started to get up, but it only led to the man forcefully slamming his head unto the floor of the van, gripping his tail with the other. He didn’t even give Peanut a second before pushing himself into the canine’s tailhole.
Peanut’s mind exploded. He screamed as loud as he could to the point of screeching. He kicked and kicked, but nothing seemed to work. He almost brock his back trying to push the man off of him. But he soon realized all he could do was beg.
“PLEASE! IT HURT’S! I WANNA GO HOME!” He began sobbing loudly and continued to struggle against the man who was above him, pushing himself deeper inside of Peanut. Peanut cried and cried, he never felt so much pain, humiliation, and fear in his life, and he would continue to suffer like this until the man was finished.
The man’s grunts grew louder. He slid in deeper with each thrust, which brought immense pain to Peanut.
It wasn’t long before the man was finished, shooting seed into his tailhole, inside him. At that moment, Peanut stopped crying. He stopped struggling altogether and simply laid there, his mind shattered into pieces, his innocence lost.
His body felt numb. He didn’t feel the man pushing him out the van. He didn’t hear him drive off. He didn’t feel the cool rain falling above him or the warm asphalt below him.
He didn’t feel anything.
A single tear fell down his cheek.
His mind drifted to blackness as he heard his name called out to him.
“PEANUT!”
Peanut smiled as he acquired another perfect score on another video game. He had spent the last few weeks preparing to beat Joey at “Ultra Negima Zetta Fighter 2”, and the all the late nights of caffeine and playing until three in the morning finally paid off. The hound grinned and arose from the beanbag chair he was sitting on and stretched, ready to prove his gaming skills.
But before the master gamer could defeat the worthless n00bs who challenged him, he would need to stock up on energy drinks. Peanut sighed, he remember that ever since the Milton ferrets visited the cul-de-sac, energy drinks weren’t allowed in the house. And since Grape wasn’t around, he couldn’t ask her for money. The hound paced and paced until he concluded that Joey probably had drinks already stashed at his house, so Peanut decided to leave a note before walking out the front door.
Peanut walked at a slightly hurried pace. Looking up, he noticed that the sky was turning grey. “Hm, it’s gonna rain soon. I hope Joey doesn’t cancel…” He was about two houses down from Joey’s house when he noticed a relatively young male human with long, wavy, black hair unloading boxes from a dark-red van. The man looked over his shoulder and formed a warm smile. “Hey there.?” He said. “Would there be a chance you could give me a hand? I’ll pay you.”
Peanut hesitated. He knew Mom and Dad told him several times not to talk to strangers, but he then thought over the fact that he could make a few bucks before clobbering Joey at his favorite game. “Sure!” the dog replied cheerfully, ignoring the raindrop that landed on his shoulder.
“Thanks.” The man replied. Peanut approached the man and helped him unload more boxes from the van. As they unloaded the boxes, Peanut explained to the man about Joey and how he would make him cry like a sissy once he showed his skills. “I bet that’ll teach him a lesson.” The man said with a laugh. Peanut laughed along with him, his tail wagging rapidly. “Well.” The man said, rubbing his neck.” Would you like to have a drink in my van?” He asked.
Peanut froze again, his tail stopped wagging. Something felt very wrong. He suddenly felt very nervous, and shook his head. “Um. N-No thank you…” He said. The man smirked and began to approach him. “Really? After all that work you don’t want a nice, refreshing drink?” The way he said those last three words chilled Peanut’s spine. His body shivered and he began to back away from the advancing man. He stopped when he felt his body hit the cold metal of the van. “Not really. I-I have to see my friend. He’ll wonder why I’m late and-“
Peanut stopped as the man slammed his hand on the side of the van, inches away from Peanut’s head. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” He said, his other hand cupping Peanut’s muzzle. Peanut’s eyes darted in all directions. In his mind, he begged that someone saw what was going on. That someone would walk up and go, “Hey whaddya thing you’re doing?” But no one was outside, no dogs, no people, nobody. Just Peanut, and the man.
The man needed little effort to shove Peanut into the back of the van, despite the canine’s struggles. He instantly removed Peanut’s collar and used it to bind his hands, before he pressed his mouth to Peanut’s muzzle, forcefully kissing him. “Don’t try anything.” He whispered with a slight laugh. “You can’t escape.”
He instantly drove a hand downward and began touching his groin. Peanut began to feel sick, he certainly did not want this to happen to him. “P-Please stop…” He muttered, trying to hold back tears. The man merely smirked and continued to molest the pitiful dog. When Peanut was finally erect, the man took a moment to admire it. “Huh, 7-inches. Very nice.” He then pulled down his pants and revealed his own erection. “So, are you ready to get on your knees?” He asked.
Peanut constantly gave out muffled screams of protest as his muzzle was wrapped around the man’s member. The man forced Peanut’s head to bob up and down on the man’s rod. “Say what you want.” The man said. “Your screams will only bring me closer to climax.”
The man began breathing hard as his hand gripped Peanut’s head, pushing him faster and faster. Peanut did his best to imaging this wasn’t happening, but the man constantly shattered any mental diversions he had. Suddenly, Peanut’s head was stopped, and the man suddenly began pushing his hips unto Peanut, basically fucking him in the mouth.
Peanut continued to protest. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he tried to push the man away as hard as he could, but with no avail. “Uh.” The man groaned. “You ready? Hear it comes…”
Peanut’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the man’s hot seed enter Peanut’s muzzle. He gagged as the horrid fluid entered is throat. “Swallow.” The man commanded. Peanut gagged for a few moments before swallowing. The man pulled out of Peanut’s mouth, a strand of semen being the only connection between the two before disappearing. “Huh.” He chuckled. “You’re pretty obedient. Figures, since you’re a dog…”
Peanut coughed, wiping his mouth with his arm. “P-please, I’m begging you, let me go home!”
The man sighed and looked at Peanut with a pitiful grin. “Fine then, let’s get this over with.”
Peanut started to get up, but it only led to the man forcefully slamming his head unto the floor of the van, gripping his tail with the other. He didn’t even give Peanut a second before pushing himself into the canine’s tailhole.
Peanut’s mind exploded. He screamed as loud as he could to the point of screeching. He kicked and kicked, but nothing seemed to work. He almost brock his back trying to push the man off of him. But he soon realized all he could do was beg.
“PLEASE! IT HURT’S! I WANNA GO HOME!” He began sobbing loudly and continued to struggle against the man who was above him, pushing himself deeper inside of Peanut. Peanut cried and cried, he never felt so much pain, humiliation, and fear in his life, and he would continue to suffer like this until the man was finished.
The man’s grunts grew louder. He slid in deeper with each thrust, which brought immense pain to Peanut.
It wasn’t long before the man was finished, shooting seed into his tailhole, inside him. At that moment, Peanut stopped crying. He stopped struggling altogether and simply laid there, his mind shattered into pieces, his innocence lost.
His body felt numb. He didn’t feel the man pushing him out the van. He didn’t hear him drive off. He didn’t feel the cool rain falling above him or the warm asphalt below him.
He didn’t feel anything.
A single tear fell down his cheek.
His mind drifted to blackness as he heard his name called out to him.
“PEANUT!”
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