Medium Jarvix / Medium
- Fantasy Short Story
Tapered tip for easy entry.
Rounded curved muscles to work you up to what's next.
A bulbous knot to fill you up, stretch, and keep you tied.
Oval-shaped base to provide a nice grip.
Inspired by werewolves and anthro K9's, the older brother of the Devil Dogs was born. More muscular than his younger brother, and a good amount thicker too! One of my earliest designs.
Jarvix calls you up one night, and you can hear in his voice he needs you. He says he’s lonely, and he says he’s sad, and it hurts you to hear the melancholy in his normally chipper voice. So you get your bike ready and head over. When you arrive, the massive Victorian house is dark and cloaked in shadow, and you lean your bike against the fence and narrow your eyes, looking up at it, wondering if it’s always looked this decrepit. When you look over your shoulder, you notice the moon is full and your eyes widen.
Without a second’s consideration, you hop the fence and head up onto the porch. The front door is ajar, so you push your way in. Inside is just as dark as the outside except for the square patch of moonlight from the open back door. You make your way back, noticing scratches on the wall, and when you reach the garden you gasp. It’s Jarvix, but he’s changed, just like his brother. You grip the door’s threshold and take a step back, but he beckons you out.
You come towards him. He’s much bigger than his brother, but when he takes your face in his hands, he’s gentle. He kisses you on the nose so very softly, then on the lips, his shoulders hunching. He’s missed you. You see it in his eyes that he wants you, so you let him lead you back into the garden, deep into the fields of flowers, and when you finally lay down to let him in, he’s so so warm. He’s larger than his brother, much more filling, and his knot is sizable and so much more noticeable and you’re gasping before you can say another word. He seems to want to go gently, but maybe if you ask, you can go harder. Maybe if you ask, he’ll let you ride him. He smiles at you, and you feel his girth deep inside of you, so welcoming and inviting as he slips in and out of you. When it’s all over, you feel so comfortable and warm like you’ve never felt before, despite how wet he’s made you inside and out.
It may have not been as wild a ride as his brother, but it was memorable, and it was one of the best you’ve had. He looks at you and he smiles, to him you mean everything. You’ll remember the scent of these flowers forever.