Porcupyros

"Porcupyros"- Let It Be Known I Don't Back Down From Outlandish Ideas

Being inside bothered Morgan. Morgan stepped outside and breathed deeply in the crisp autumn air. A wisp of smoke floated by. Morgan hurried on. Morgan didn’t want to be late for the fire. Morgan had been yelled at by the fire chief for being late once already, and it was only Morgan’s second week on the job as a fireman. Morgan grabbed fire quickly and hustled on, legs waddling fast.

At the blaze, Morgan nodded to the others already there. Morgan Watmaugh, Morgan Morrison, and Morgan Kelsey were tossing flames from their backs on the books piled up in the clearing. Morgan joined in, getting as close as possible to the blaze without getting seared. No Morgan could read a book. It had been that way for as long as Morgan could remember. If they had kept history books, Morgan could probably get a timeframe on how long illiteracy had been the norm. Morgan disagreed with the very concept of writing. Books were alien. Books were wrong.

Chief Morgan showed up. The chief looked on with a signature frown. That frown said the firemen were doing a good enough job, but that even the sight of books was unwelcome. The chief hated books the most of any of them. The chief tried to eat a book once, just to see if it had any use. Though it had pictures of edible goods all inside, it tasted bland and didn’t chew properly. The chief didn’t carry any fire tonight, but was there to supervise. Many new recruits, including Morgan and Morgan Kelsey, had joined the fire crew this season. The chief wanted to weed out the weaklings and possible book-lovers. No book-lover had ever made it on the team to sabotage the firemen’s burnings. No book-lover had ever tried, as far as Morgan knew. The possibility nonetheless remained, so the chief stayed vigilant, and grouchy.

“Morgan!” The chief was glaring at Morgan. “Would you mind telling me where these books came from?”

“An old shed, over by the beaver dam.” Morgan had made the discovery with Morgan Kelsey in the afternoon. Morgan Kelsey went to get the others at the fire station while Morgan pulled the tomes to the clearing and grabbed fire from home. Morgan enjoyed being with Morgan Kelsey. Those eyes had a way of looking right through Morgan. Morgan Kelsey looked over to where the conversation was taking place. Again, those eyes pierced Morgan and Morgan shuddered wonderfully.

“Did you check the perimeter like we went over in training?”

“No, chief,” Morgan said, straightening up and remembering the fireman technical manual, “but it was just me and Morgan Kelsey. Not enough to check for 'associations of structure' in relation to the shed placement either. I remember the location perfectly and wanted to scout tomorrow after meeting.”

“Harrumph.” The chief didn’t look disappointed, meaning the chief was as pleased as possible. “Don’t you squander this opportunity, rookie. You’ve got potential, and the passion for the job. But this job is as volatile as the fire we harness. You make one mental screw-up, and you’re gone, ya hear me? Did you leave the shed standing, or burn it?”

“I left it standing so we could find it again without hassle, and cross-reference its building style. Also, I wanted you to check for any hidden books.”

“Hidden books? In a shed? Now you’re being too damn cautious, rookie. I ain’t going out there for this bullshit of a burn. Burn this mess and go home tonight, crew. I’ll see you in the morning.” The chief did an awkward about-face and grunted as he left, “Morgan Kelsey! You’re doing that all wrong.”

Morgan Kelsey’s face fell. The light from the fire illuminated all the lines Morgan was so interested in knowing. Morgan moved up next to Morgan Kelsey.

“The chief only yells because book burning is so important,” Morgan said.

“I know,”Morgan Kelsey said. “It’s just hard to take the personal sting out of the words.”

“Let me make it up to you. Come over to my place tonight. We’ll have a nice meal.”

Morgan Kelsey looked over with a sly grin. “Nothing wrong with my place either. It’s closer.”

“Alright, then. After this fire. Your place.”

The firemen turned their attention to the blaze. Books burned and crackled after the firemen turned the fire on their backs into a giant conflagration. Smoke billowed up between the trees around the clearing. Morgan Morrison laughed. Fire was fun, and pyromania gripped them all for another hour.

The embers died down and they used their many feet to kick ashes and dirt around, so the fire wouldn’t spread to the forest. Morgan Morrison and Morgan Watmaugh shuffled away, joking about the way the heat overwhelmed them like the chief’s bad morning breath. Morgan lay belly-down looking at the fire until Morgan Kelsey came and lay down also.

“Shall we go?”

“Oh, let’s.”

They got to their feet and headed back to Morgan Kelsey’s. Sexual tension hummed heavily in the night air. As soon as they ducked into the doorway, they embraced. They began kissing, careful not to go too fast. Morgan had been hurt before. They both had. Morgan found Morgan, and their bodies became as entangled as their emotions. A sway of passion commenced, the rhythmic motions forming the beast with two backs. Eyes closed, Morgan wandered his lips over Morgan’s neck, and Morgan gave a deep sigh of contentment. Morgan broke away to look Morgan in the eye. Ten seconds passed, wordless, as their eyes delved into places no hands could go. They returned to locking lips, with Morgan touching Morgan even as she touched herself. Morgan moaned. Morgan reached his hands up to her face and gently rubbed her, breathing her scent in deep. Morgan's nipples became erect, and Morgan felt a swelling in the genitals.

“I’m ready,” Morgan whispered in a husky voice.

Morgan almost shrieked with pleasure, moving himself behind Morgan, and penetrated her, leaving his hands at his sides. She gasped in wonder, keeping her tail up.

“Oh, Morgan!”

His penis, with its tiny conical spikes, made many erotic motions into her willing vagina, because she had put her quills down now and Morgan wasn’t going to get stabbed. Morgan was happy Morgan didn’t have to soak Morgan in urine, which often happens in this kind of erotically sexual erotic sex. They procreated for six minutes, on the long side for porcupines such as Morgan and Morgan.

This is why they all hated books so much; porcupines are completely illiterate, and total jerks when they have fire on their quills.

THE END


My two sources, who would obviously be completely thrilled about this if they found out:

http://www.slate.com/articles/health_and_science/science/2012/11/porcupine_sex_mating_behaviors_involve_quills_musk_penis_spikes_fights_and.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Zta4W5noiM