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Suggested Story: The Mad Veterinarian

I have a new story up for Patrons, based on a couple suggestions from last month and this month, dedicated to a certain someone. If you’d like to read it, check it out here! The suggestion box is still open by the way, and a bit bare this month, so if you’re a patron and want to see something from me, now’s the time to ask. Here’s a short preview of the story, to whet your appetites.

There were, it turned out, some things that massive amounts of money couldn’t buy. Albert was in his mid fifties, and his heart was failing him. Albert was rich, but he had a problem–he had a congenital defect that meant he couldn’t get a transplant–no matter how much he paid the doctors to tell him otherwise. He was struggling along as best he could, on medications and a pacemaker, but at his weight and age…the prognosis did not look good. But Albert hadn’t become a rich man by giving up–and he certainly wasn’t about to give up on this now, not with his very life at stake.

He turned to the black market instead, but again, he found himself thwarted by his own body’s weaknesses. Even shady surgeons wouldn’t touch him–it was simply too risky. That, in the end, is what led him here, to this little veterinarian clinic out in the middle of nowhere. It turned out that there was a possible solution to his problem–at least, an experimental one. Doctors had been testing out replacing human hearts with pig hearts as transplants, but the trials were in the very early stages. Still, where there was medicine, and money, certain hoops could be jumped through, and this vet came highly recommended–as highly recommended as one could come off the black market.

The conditions had been strict. Albert had to come alone, and he could tell no one where he was going. If he survived the procedure, and all was well, in three weeks he’d return to his life, all the better. If not…well, this was the only chance, wasn’t there? The clinic was run by a single doctor, who served the entire county–Dr. Pontiac. He was a muscular fellow, hairy with a large beard, and a rather stern face. He gave Albert his exam, and told him they were good to go–he would do the surgery that night.

Albert had expected a little more prep time, but Dr. Pontiac insisted. He’d just had a carcass come in, perfect shape for what was necessary, presently on ice. It was now, or he would have to wait days, or possibly weeks–and Dr. Pontiac assured Albert that he might not have weeks in his current state. So Albert was stripped down, taken into the operating room of the little veterinary hospital. He could hear the sounds of animals all around him, as Dr. Pontiac and his assistant prepared him for his surgery. Then the mask was over his face, and the last thing he saw before he went under, was Dr. Pontiac smiling down at him, assuring him that when he woke up, he would feel like a brand new animal.

Read the rest on my Patreon here!

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Hey all! If you’re looking for a Halloween story from me this month, this is it–I took a bunch of suggestions from Patrons earlier this month, and I rolled them all up into a short story called “The Pact.” 

Three nerds make a strange pact with a spirit haunting a house near campus–but while they get revenge on the three jock bullies plaguing them, the house gets everything it wants from them as well. 

Below is the first chunk from the story–if you’d like to see the rest, anyone pledging at least $1 a month can read it, and the other suggested stories I’ve written, on my Patreon.

Y-O-U-W-A-N-T-R-E-V-E-N-G-E

The three chubby nerds looked up from the spirit board and at each other, speechless. The house…everyone on campus had always said it was haunted, and it had been a joke, really, to come here with Marcus’ the board just to see what would happen. They hadn’t expected this–the pointer literally moving all on it’s own across the board as they all watched, speechless.

Still, it was true. The three chubby young men had been plagued for three years now by a trio of jocks on campus, who had bullied them all relentlessly. Still, what could they do about it? They just tried to keep their chins up as best they could, and kept going–none of them were strangers to bullies after all.

I-C-A-N-H-E-L-P

“Guys, we should go,” Clark said, looking to the front door of the house, only to hear the wood walls creek in dismay and agitation.

H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N

B-R-I-N-G-T-R-E-A-S-U-R-E-S-O-F-E-A-C-H

W-E-W-I-L-L-M-A-K-E-P-A-C-T

The pointer stopped moving, and the three young men stayed frozen until the walls of the house had fallen silent once more. Then, they grabbed the board and fled out into the autumn yard, all of them certain, in that moment, that they would never again set foot in that house. That certainty remained, at least, until the dreams started.

None of them could remember them clearly, in the morning, but the basic gist of it was always the same. In the dream, they had all won. The jocks were beaten, the jocks were theirs, the jocks were their slaves. They could do whatever they wanted to them, they did do whatever they wanted to them, and the sheer pleasure of it overwhelmed each of them, and several times, they woke to sheets wet with cum from the night. The one thing they all heard, and could remember clearly, were the words, “Make the pact,” said to them in a voice none of them could describe. Finally, it was Edwin who broached the subject one evening, over dinner. “I…I think we should do it.”

“Yeah…but…how do we get their things?” Marcus asked, not even bothering to object to the idea. He’d been thinking the same thing, they all had.

“The house said we needed their treasures, right? I guess…one from each of them? I don’t even know what they would be.”

Stumped, the three of them went back to bed, and the dreams supplied the means, and the answers, to the question. And so, the three of them did what needed to be done, the day of Halloween, and then, spirit board in hand, they returned to the house, gathered in the empty living room with the three treasures of their bullies, and together, with the spirit of the house, they made the pact, and waited for the three jocks to take the bait.

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“This house? You can’t be serious,” Taylor said, looking up at the decrepit old building, “It’s condemned, isn’t it? I should have my dad buy it and tear the thing down–what an eyesore.”

“Let’s just go in and beat the shit out of the fucks already,” Rob said, hopping the fence into the yard.

Sam hopped over after him, and Taylor opened the gate, went in, and shut it behind them all. Sam brushed his combed over mohawk from his eyes, and looked around. What the hell were these three nerds were up to? They had picked the wrong night to fuck with him–with all of them, and the wrong place too. “At least no one is going to hear them scream here,” he said, getting a laugh out of Rob, who was already heading for the door to the house.

They must have some plan,” Taylor said, “We could at least be a bit careful.”

“They’re fucking idiots, Tay–you know that.”

“Don’t call me that,” Taylor said, shooting Sam a glare, “They also got into our rooms and stole our belongings–they aren’t as stupid as you, Rob.”

The hulking football lineman scowled at Taylor. If he hadn’t needed the rick fuck’s father to help cover up his string of assaults, he would have cut the fucker loose ages ago. At least Sam was fun to get drunk with. He shoved open the door and entered the bare foyer, looking around, but he didn’t see any sign of the three fatass fucks who’d crossed them–for the last time, in fact. Rob was planning on giving these fuckers a beating they’d never forget.

Sam followed behind, looking around. “I don’t see them–what’s the plan?”

Taylor came followed in behind, and the door shut quietly behind them all of its own accord–none of them noticed. “They might not even be here, you know. They could be misleading us.”

“They’re here, I can smell their bullshit.”

“Rod, could you be…a little less crude on occasion?”

“Whatever, we need to find them.”

“Let’s split up.”

None of them were sure who’d suggested it, but it seemed like a reasonable idea to them all. Taylor headed for the staircase to the second floor, while Sam and Rob went deeper into the house. The two hadn’t gone far before Rob found a door to a basement, and thinking he smelled something familiar, he headed down into the darkness, with just his phone for light, leaving Sam alone on the first floor. The spirit watched them all, and chuckled. They were all going to find what they were looking for, all six of them, but it was the spirit who would be getting the real pleasure, by the end of the evening, it was certain.

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