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February 5, 2016
Posted at 1:49 pm

Chapter 369 of Book 3 is in the queue

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...Morales had used the last of his ready brain/piss solution on the saber-tooth hide before going to bed last night. With an ache in his bladder, he awoke just before dawn. After scooping some of the cat's brains into the piss bucket, he pulled out his dick and did his thing. "Damn. Still need more piss to make up enough of the solution to work into the rest of the hide," he griped. Glancing over at Lobo who sat watching, he jokingly said, "You piss like a fucking race horse. Why don't you piss in the bucket so I can make enough of the solution to work into the rest of the hide before it dries out?"

He continued to amusingly think about the wolf pissing in the bucket, but his growling stomach made itself known and his thoughts eventually changed. He wondered what he would have for breakfast - not that he had a wide selection. With a cook fire laid, he reached for a smoldering piece of wood from the almost burned out entrance fire. As he turned to start his kindling going, he chanced to look toward the piss/brain bucket. Lobo stood, leg hiked, pissing into the bucket. The sting of a singed finger snapped Morales' attention back and he quickly shoved the smoldering wood into the kindling.

When Lobo finished, he turned to look at his master for a second before returning to his favorite place to lie and grin at Morales.

"Son. Of. A. Bitch," Morales whispered as he stared at the wolf. How did he understand what I wanted? Surely it was a fluke. I know I talk to myself all the time, but I haven't made any effort to teach him to piss in the bucket. Hell, I did call it the piss/brain bucket when I was trying to teach him the name of some of the things in here, but how in the hell… Ah shit. Maybe he just saw me piss there and decided to do the same thing. I guess he had to go really bad. Surely he can't understand… But dammit, what if he can?...

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