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Friday Microfiction! [Writing Prompt!] (9/12/2025) (A little late~!)

Sorry I'm so late! Gosh. It's been a wild day and this totally slipped my mind! Thank you
MrCoyote
MrCoyote
for holding me accountable!!! Let's do this!

Rules:

-You get one comment (4000 characters) to do whatever you'd like with. You do not have to use all 4000 characters, but that is the maximum.

-Please submit one top-level comment. Top-level comments should be short-form fiction, vignettes, scenes, moments in time, setups or vibes using the prompt as inspiration. You can respond to your own or others' writing as much as you'd like, or comment/talk in the 'discussion' thread. (Make sure to spread the good vibes and encouragement!)

-Horny is absolutely fine, but maybe keep more extreme fetishes (bathroom stuff, non-consent) for private posts. :o)

-You don't have to use the exact wording from the prompt in your submission, especially if they aren't in a point of view, gender or tense that fits your idea. :o) Sometimes prompts will be purely conceptual too so don't feel too much pressure!

-THERE ARE NO WRONG ANSWERS. Speak your creative truth!

Today's prompt:
You'd probably not truly understand unless you've lived through it...
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Added: 3 days, 4 hrs ago
 
beforethefall
3 days, 4 hrs ago
Discussion thread go here!
OtterOfAllCosmos
3 days ago
I was tempted to come up with my own prompt when I didn't see yours. I guess I didn't but I'm glad to see this one.  Thanks, even if it's a bit late, I appreciate it.  
beforethefall
2 days, 18 hrs ago
I appreciate you. <3thanks for coming by even if I was late. Stupid real life!
beforethefall
3 days, 4 hrs ago
Look, I get it. The scars can be scary and I've been compared to roadkill more than once in my life; almost as many times as I've sent poor children running. But damn it, if love isn't worth it I don't know what is. It might look like it hurts, but I'm happy. Some would say he's abusive, but no - he just has a very particular skill and way about himself and I think I've played my own part in crafting that. He loves it when you're afraid.

I know, you might think I'm just some stupid rabbit with a self-destructive streak, and you know what? Fuck you - I am. But I'm also my own person and I can live however the fuck I want to. You'd probably not truly understand unless you lived through it.

I'm addicted. The way he catches me, the way he makes me submit. The strength in his grip, the raw power and leverage over me as he pins me down, and clamps the incredible pressure of his jaws around my shoulder. That pluck of real, actual pain in four places, before an inch and a half of canine slides under four points in my skin and I feel the rush in my stomach, that light-headed, giddy wooziness as the endorphins make he world go away. No cares. No worries. No fear, no decisions, no responsibilities. Just rabbit meat in a hyena's clutches, there to be used by someone who knows how to ride that line between calculated insanity and outright psycho. Who knows my needs. Who knows exactly how I like it.

He's the only predator in this shit-hole town that knows how to fucking be one. That doesn't make him a monster. To me, that makes him priceless.
beforethefall
3 days, 4 hrs ago
You can probably tell who I've got on the brain lately.
OtterOfAllCosmos
3 days ago
"You could tell me about it." Hunter said, shrugging.

Myst scrunched up his snoot and wiggled his head no. "I could, but it's not the same. I hate that about games. But I guess that's why I love them too." The otter fidgeted tempted to rip the controller from the wolf's paws. "I'm patient, you can do this."

Again, the wolf shrugged and set off in the game, only to fail spectacularly again. "It's hard, you know, to do all this. I don't play these as much as you." He said calmly before trying again. He did almost the same thing with similar results.

Watching him play drove Myst mad. He bit down on a pillow to prevent himself from screaming. His entering being was yelling to point out mistakes, information that Hunter had casually learned and disregarded. All he could do was remind himself how much better it was without spoilers without help, when he played through it. It had been a transcendent experience. Life changing. He really really wished his boyfriend could share that with him.

Many agenizing hours later, he was making slow progress. Still stumbling into the same pitfalls as before that he should have learned from but it's ok. It was hell to watch. Rocking back and forth, Myst had resisted the urge to run or to say something, even the most obvious things he should have learned. The point was to show him something very important. A great game, if not one of the best of all time. If he said anything that might ruin it.

"I think I'm done." Hunter said putting down the controller. "At least for today." The wolf looked around and was surprised by the state of the otter, then smiled and flopped on top of them.

After a squeak of surprise Myst was happy to accept. They kissed and cuddled. The stress went away a bit. But the thoughts were still there. "So… liked what you played? Anything stand out?"

"It's hard to move. I keep forgetting I can turn the camera." The wolf said.

His face couldn't hide his disappointment. "Not like the big twist?" The otter said. "The whole goal of the game being a lie and setting off on your own?"

"Is that what was going on?" Hunter said a bit confused. "It was a bit hard too follow."

Myst pulled the wolf down on top of him more. "I… It's really important to me."

"Well, you can tell me about it. I guess I'm not getting it." Hunter said wrapping his arms tightly around the otter.

"But it's playing through it. That's what.. Never mind." Myst gave up, and wrapped his legs around the wolf. "Just fuck me. Your good at that at least."

"Hey, I did your thing, don't I get to decide?" Hunter said with a chuckle. His paws slid under Myst's shirt and started pulling it up.

"Come on. This was torture." Myst said, giggling and kicking down his pants.

"And who wanted it?" Hunter said, getting off of Myst to strip himself.

Raising a paw, he let out a sigh. "I did." The naked otter bent over and showed off his tailhole. Looking back he stuck out his tongue. "Dick."

"Dork." Hunter said squeezing his body against the otter's from behind. "Ya, fine, I wanna cum in your adorable butt." He stroked his cock a few times and slid himself into the otter. They went together like a lock and key and soon they were rutting as they had done many times before. It truly was the only way of shutting up the otter.

Myst's head was filled with thoughts on the game. He really wished Hunter had gotten more out of it. The thoughts were only slightly dampened by the cock inside him. It felt nice to get along, but he could only think about what he could say to make his point.

Feeling the knot grow inside of him, the incense smells of Hunter's sweat, it was delightful as usual. But now that they were tied together, he finally felt ready to explain why the game was important to him.

---

"Huh." Hunter said. He pulled on he knot which was finally starting to deflate. "That sound cool to play thought."

Myst's paw hit his face. "Ya, you did. It's ok you didn't get it."

Hunter shrugged. "I guess, but thanks for explain it."
OtterOfAllCosmos
3 days ago
I feel like I have had this conversation too many times about Outer Wilds, but been replaying Tunic and realized I have also just seen so many people just abandon that as well.  I'm disappointed when these magical moments in a game just don't hit for people that don't play games that much.  It was the first thing I though of with the prompt.  Anyway... do play Outer Wilds, and Tunic.  Both great games.  
beforethefall
2 days, 18 hrs ago
Outer wilds is great but I fucking suck at mystery games, and I have definitely given that one up. XD

Funny enough Myst's name initially has me thinking of the game Myst as they were playing. And then I started to reminisce of my bestie trying to share his love for dark souls/fromsoft style games with me and... Gah. Yeah. I'm just hopeless XD

Fun and cute read. You can really feel the love and passion to share something with someone special here.
OtterOfAllCosmos
2 days, 13 hrs ago
Ya, stumbling into using Myst as a sona name... I quite liked the Myst games before, but now I'm basically required to forever.  
beforethefall
2 days, 13 hrs ago
Heheheh! I mean when you pick a name you basically make a pact with the universe, right?
MrCoyote
2 days, 15 hrs ago
The two friends walked through a black metal door and, while a huge bouncer watched their every step, advanced down a dark corridor until they reached an inner courtyard where there were two other doors.

“Wait, not that way,” said the raccoon, stopping his friend before opening the door with the lighted sign indicating the entrance.

“No?” asked the wolf, puzzled that they didn't go through the door they were used to going through every night they came in for a drink.

"No, let's go this way. I just got paid, I want a Skrix session," replied the raccoon, as he pulled down the handle of the other door out in the yard.

The canine shrugged and, having no idea what a Skrix session was, followed his friend.

Behind that door was another corridor with several furnished and unoccupied rooms. Next to one of the rooms, there was a tall, thin bat, dressed in a leather jacket, a Bad Religion t-shirt, and jeans ripped at the knees.

“Here's my cigarettes, wait for me a minute,” the raccoon said, handing his friend a pack of cigars.

The wolf still didn't understand what was going on. For a moment he thought his friend was going to buy drugs but, after he handed the bat a nice wad of bills, the stranger grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the room, closing the door behind them.

The lupine's friend had never had good judgment but he had never done anything to put them in danger, so the canine didn't react when he began to hear screams, raccoon screams. The young male simply lit a cigarette and waited.

Thirty minutes later, the screaming stopped, and after a few more minutes the raccoon came out of the room. The wolf's mouth dropped open and his fifth cigarette of the night fell to the floor when he saw his friend.

The raccoon's legs were shaking and couldn't stand up straight even if the young man tried, thick white liquid was dripping from the back of his pants and dripping to the ground or down his leg, his belly looked slightly swollen, and wet marks were coming out of his red eyes and running down his face.

The wolf approached his friend worriedly and grabbed him by the shoulders, before asking concerned and loudly, “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Skrix, you have to live it to understand...” the raccoon replied, smiling as he patted his belly and caught his breath.

By the door of the room stood the bat, wearing a wide grin and a gaze that bore directly into the wolf's eyes. Without a word, the tall stranger gestured with his head, inviting the canine in.
beforethefall
2 days, 14 hrs ago
SKRIX, THE LOVE HAMMER. <3

Fun read dude, thanks for hopping in and so sorry for being late to post!
MrCoyote
2 days, 14 hrs ago
Fuck yeah!! Thanks for the weekend's fun, and no need to apologize! It's weekend! <3
TheWolfsDen
1 day, 3 hrs ago
"Have you ever wanted to dig you nails under your skin? Have you ever wanted to gouge your eyes out? To carve your own flesh and claw at the bone just to feel something? No, of course not—you're perfect.

You're so perfect that you never had to go through a single thing in your life that wasn't lavishly decorated and presented to you on a silver platter. Oh, the so many times you paraded your new cellphone, your expensive clothes, your imported purses and bags and make up, and your brand new car... and how you were now dating him.

It hurt to see the two of you walking around, being lovey-dovey and that crap while everyone else thought you two were so cute. It didn't hurt because you were with him, but it hurt because he didn't know who you truly are.

I remember seeing all of you and thinking, "I wanna be like them. Pretty, cute, friendly, popular." I was blinded by all the beauty that it took me forever to see the cracks. And by then, I was already in your web. All the venom you put in me—every hurtful comment, every unfunny joke, every jab and flex that seemed to target me... you just had to, right? After all, I was the sheep for you and your pack—ever silent, ever the prey.

I set my eyes on your diamonds only to crawl through the dirt like a pig. The dirt clung to me, and the rust covered my hair and skin until I was drained of all life and color and could only see red. Red. RED. And then I did it. I saw you, the real you. And it is ugly, rotten, disgusting. So much so that I feel gross.

So how do I clean off the dirt and the rust? How do I get the diamonds I set my eyes on? How do I make you see through my eyes? I simply won't. I'll never be able to get these things. And so, I'll take them.
I'll take your diamonds, make you crawl in the dirt, and that way you will get a simple fraction of why I hate you so much.

I'll never be clean again—you've polluted me so much that even if I threw up all of it, I'll still taste you in my tongue; even when I kiss him, I'll taste you in his. And so, he also needs to go.
Don't worry, they'll find him. In the pines, there will be his head, and nothing more. But you? You don't get to make this quick. You will get the most perfect treatment I can give you.

I can only wish you one thing: that when you've dug your skin trying to stop it from crawling. That when you've carved your flesh to scratch your buzzing bones. That when you've gouged your eyes out, cut off your tongue, and sealed your lips shut with all the thread, and more, and more, and more... I wish you'll understand what I feel. And you will writhe and cry, and beg for mercy—and I truly hope none comes."
beforethefall
18 hrs, 41 mins ago
Damn, cuz. Absolutely visceral stuff here. You can feel the hate and frustration and rage from top to bottom

Funny how you talk about peeling your crawling skin and itching, vibrating bones. That language really reminds me of my experience with withdrawals. Holding someone hostage and forcing them to go through withdrawals over and over would be a purely evil form of torture tbh.

Thanks for chipping in bud. <3
TheWolfsDen
17 hrs, 27 mins ago
Thanks for reading! Interestingly, I wanted to write about withdrawals/narcotic abuse at first, but changed to this on the last second. Also, the weird feelings the protagonist has were taken from accounts of people with depression (becoming so numb you want to feel something, etc).

As always, thx for providing these prompts man <3
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