Despite the content of these short stories varying from point-to-point, I have to now give a full disclosure warning of adult content that will be prevalent in this particular story. I have not completed the whole story at this point-and-time, but I feel obligated to say the content may be disturbing to some readers, so I'm giving you fair warning before reading this piece. I assure you thwt warnings in the past may not have been equivalent to content, but for this one, I can verily assure the readers that it will be graphic, and I cannot stress the word graphic enough, because it was written with no holds barred, dirty, filthy imagery that I really wouldn't want younger audiences to read.
Still, as I cannot control those who read my blog, or view every individual who reads my blog, I can only give you this long-winded explanation, so nobody can say I didn't give fair heed to the content I'm about to present. It will be violent, sexual, and both parts will have details in them that are not for younger readers. Granted, I'm likely not to have younger readers, but just in case, this is not a story for those under the age of 18, in the U.S. anyhow.
With all that said, I would like to present to you Part 1 of 2 of :Enclosure
The enclosed pond. I sat by the pond, watching extraterrestrial avian swim and dive bomb solid surface, breaking the tension of the water with beaks of carotene driving apart the water, and raising up wiith slippery demons of the deep, kois with whiskers that sing in resonation like those of my this dragons. Down gullets like gunny sacks, they swallow whole, already digesting deep in the sanctum, flopping as acids smelt scale to solid waste. The mixture of blood I. The water turns the stolid ponds of whimpering waves into blackness. The festering stench of organs, friended and slopped out in a visceral barbarism is now just vestige of life skimming above the pools.
The stench of the water isn't from it's caged enclosure, but from the feral biting and scraping that leaves particles of morbidity behind, it is the stench of past death. I once saw a tiger tear through the meat of a cow, it wasn't dignified. It was messy, gnarly a crimson dreamscape, chalky and fingerprinted throughout the dusty exhibit. This was after hours, when just skeleton crew were present, but more likely automated systems ever functioning. The zoo was lovely this time of year, but the heat and the wench of excrement, and the grinding bones of what is to become waste is enough to entrance the mind with thoughts of rugged primitives fending in a world so familiar to the senses, yet so far removed from the mind.
My name? It really wasn't my name that so-much mattered anymore. I've been raped of it's meaning. I have been ravaged of a name long-ago. I go now by Loin, Steak, or Chop. The best modifier though, should be Ground Beef. Oh! That reminds me: only thirty minutes until they feed the cheetahs a calf. Lucky bitch was going to have veal tonight, and I was chomping down on a melting snow-cone just to avoid heat exhaustion. The beasts in the cages are the lucky ones, it's when we're free roaming do we then suffer.
I straggle my way towards the lions' den. The fleeting cries for it's mother trail far off, as young ones are ushered out of the zoo. Children who are fascinated by the beauty and hubris of the wildlife, but far too impressionable to see the plight of nature when prey is massacred by predator. The calling of the calf grows louder, and like a siren's song, I'm drawn towards the cacophonous moos. The cheetahs are already circling around, chirping and growling. These beasts of speed, now forced into an enclosure not nearly narrow enough for them to correct course, are waiting patiently for the proverbial lamb to the slaughter.
The dapper monsters in their spotted suits readied for the gate to lift, and the prodding of the calf turned into squeals of pain and fear. Even the simplistic of prey know when the end is about to unfold, and that is the brutal, yet beautiful truth of the world.
"Hey! You can't be here! Zoo's closed! Head to the nearest exit!"
A zookeeper came running up to me, but I paid him no mind. I was friends with the owner, and Charlie, the manager of the big cat exhibits, gave me the go-ahead to watch this battle for survival. Besides, I paid good money to hang around.
"You must be the new guy! I'm Daryl, a good friend of Charlie, and might I say, a good friend if Mr. Saturday. Ah! Greg Saturday, a good man! Knew his father, we had an understanding, but young Greg, never quite understood my habits. I'm allowed to be here, Mr.?"
"My name's Richard, I've just been out in charge of the aviary sanctuary, but I noticed you were walking towards the Big Cats, and it's feeding time, so we really don't allow patrons to be around when the feeding begins. Normally we have fresh beef for the cats, but cheetahs need to chase down their food. It seems cruel, but I assure you, it's not something one wants to witness."
I smirked, as Charlie came running up to me, but he was ushering me towards the feeding, which was moments from beginning, and I felt a slight flicker in my pants.
"Evening Jake! Mighty fine of you to come out tonight. Mr. Saturday was saying he hasn't heard from you in a while, he appreciates that grant you gave to expand the alligator sanctuary! We are just about to have the evening feeding, so please make your way towards the exhibit, I'll be along shortly!"
I walked away, but couldn't help but catch the off-handed commentary between Charlie and Richard.
"Jeez! What's with that guy? Why would anyone wanna watch what's about to happen? It's a bloodbath!"
"Relax, Dick! He's a valued customer, and he pays extra to hang around for the cheetah feeding. Jake's a good man, he's just a bit eccentric, you know? He's also the best damn job security we have right now."
I heard the bickering as I walked pass the enclosure housing the howler monkies, hooting and raving at the carnage that would begin shortly. Adjusting my waistline, I moseyed towards the cheetah pen. Cherie, the resident feline was already licking her chops in anticipation for the game she was about to ravage with claws and teeth. She chirped with desire, her hindquarters flex and spasm with itching muscles steadying for the inevitable cranking of the gate being lifted. The bleating of the baby antelope perked up Cherie's ears, she purred with delight, flexing killer claws. She was the sexiest creature I've ever dared to lay eyes upon. No other feminine beast on earth can compare to the sultry, seductive mannerism of the cheetah. I adored watching Cherie work, eating her meals with meat and beings torn from ligaments like God intended. Still, she was so calm, so serene in those moments of carnage, it looked more peaceful than death in sleep.
Suddenly, my anticipation grew, an arousal that entranced my eyes as the creaking gate began to turn. A chirping Cherie was stiff like a statue molded in lapis ludis, diamonds glistening in onyx off her fur in extravagant print. The antelope was dropped out of it's cage, and began to cower in the corner, as prey does. The slow cranking continued, as Cherie jumped around in delight. She must've been ravenous tonight, my dear, sweet Cherie was practically squeezing underneath the gate, and the premature start ensued. Bursting through the seams at over fifty-five miles an hour, towards an antelope thwt could run at barely forty miles an hour, was a burst of raw energy. Cherie pounced on the beast as full sprint, the antelope glided at a valiant effort, zig-zagging as instincts guided it to try and survive the onslaught,mbut to no avail. First, the claws came out, and then the teeth mangled the throat of the antelope, breaking and twining around blades of enamel, and now she stood wearing a jowl of red. With the deepend black ridges about her eyes, she looked like she was dolled up for the ball. The antelope lipstick, and her ear tag were as close to a debutant than any in this sleezy enclosure.
My heart skipped two whole beats,then pounced back in at 120bpm, as the adrenaline kicked into overdrive. I've seen this all before, but never had it been so forthright, so extravagent....so brutal. The deed was red, pink, and flesh-tinged, like the sun kissed the insides, blessing them with their first exposure to rays. The moonlight glistened off the moisture, and it was wonderfully gruesome. Cherie's face was made up for the ball, meat slopping off the sides of her clicking jowls. The mangled body kicked several times, but it was just actions of an afterthought. My heart filled with such bliss, watching the natural order take place in man's oldest experiment: that nature can be trapped, that beasts are safer caged.
Cherie's head went down,mand wrestled loose a femur, the tiny hoofed leg came up with a tearing noise that reminded me more of rubber bands snapping than say a tree limb cracking. The crunch was brutal in it's own right, but when she laid on top of it, all that heavy weight crushing down on the fragile body, she had made a bed of her meal. It was natural for cheetahs to be brutish in captivity, but there was something more instinctual, something primal in this unnatural space
"Blessed girl, you've done well." I was very pleased by her, she was the most sexually provocative creature I've ever seen on earth. Her movements were sulfurous and dangerous, curves with teeth, but like a sports car, Cherie was wild speed. She's my one true love.
After Cherie was done with the carcass, She was ushered back into her enclosure, and she napped on the concrete floor, packed full of protein, and ready to rest after a hunt well done. I was elated by the capricious moment, still captivated by the nasty imagery that came from the slaughter. As quickly as it happened, I found myself already leaving the zoo, satisfied by the insatiable beauty of nature's fire.
I tossed and turned with dreams of sinking my teeth into beasts of all shapes and sizes. The sensation was exquitwely pleasing to my subconscious senses, and meats bled out with rose petals of jubilation; they clumped up in cascading clots onto the floors of my imagination. I slept well inside my sizable bed, it allowed me the freedom to spread out with exasperation, and wriggle with beatitude. Dreams of tearing flesh from bone, and bedding down with the Queen of the Serengetti: Cherie.
I was obsessed with the beast, I wanted to become one with the beast, entangled in an anthropormorphic twine of unnatural hedonism. Her variegated fur against my bare, dark flesh, un fathomable, but yet, so pure...so wild...so heathenish. I had to have a part of that, I had to be a part of that, and I knew it had to be tonight. This wasn't about obscenity, but lust, desire, and months of anticipation building up....this would be my only escape.
Mr. Saturday and I went back to childhood friends. He was an eccentric man, who had made money in businesses all over the world. His real desire was animals, exotic beasts that in other situations would never be allowed to be owned without years of appeals to higher courts, and listening that would cost him millions of dollars a year if he were to have them as mere pets. So when he discovered that most zoos were losing money, he had found himself in hot water. Mr. Saturday was desperate, and reached out to me for help. I had made him a very, very, generous donation to keep his zoo alive. Granted, he was not without money, but Mr. Saturday was vehemently against any business that didn't turn profit after thirty-minutes its grand opening.
I did not hesitate to throw him a couple of dollars, it was enough money to run him on empty for at least two seasons, and I could tell by his shocked expression, it wasn't what he was expecting.
"Jake! You didn't have to make such a donation! I should've had my accountants stop you. I was about two seconds away from selling this damn money pit! Worst investment I've ever made. When I was told that the zoo veiled an anonymous donation of nearly twice what I paid for the damn thing, I knew it had to be you, crazy motherfucker that you are! Don't get me wrong, I'm sincere Jake, but tell me: why would you not only bail me out, but give me enough money to turn this dump into the most profitable zoo in the country?" I could remember his excitement. He invited me up to his offices in a shock when it was ousted to being I who had donated the millions.
"Come now, Saturday! You and I both know I help out my friends, I've bailed you out quite extensively over the years, and I've had my share of run-ins that your influence was all that was needed to make the problems go-away. We are meant of wealth and stature, Saturday, and we are always perceived as the enemy. We are friends by experience, let thwt speak for itself, but we are also compatriots by association of our wealth. Now I'm sure we are both familiar with quip-pro-quo?" I smiled that wicked smile that he loved to see.
"Oh, how I know of your quips, Jake. How I know what obscure, tantalizing hobbies you have had in the past. Let me guess, you want to fuck one of the animals, right?" He laughed and laughed at his bemused observation, but for it's callous repertoire of cackling and unintelligible jargon, he was not far off from my mater plan.
"Ah, always I. The gutter, my dear Saturday, but not quite my intention! No, I have confirmation that your zoo will be qccuiring a young female cheetah, and it has been attempting to get one since Day One."
"Yes! But how could you have known that?! I've received word but merely an hour before-"
"Before our meeting here? Yes Saturday, I know becaue I'm the one who made sure that the transaction went through with the Jordanians. Don't look so shocked, Satruday! I promise you,MIT was your money, I just coaxed them into providing the healthiest creature, not some starved pathetic mongrel that was on it's last page. You really shouldn't deal with that sort of riffraff, Saturday. They never deliver on their promise. Poachers and over glorified trappers, they don appreciate the fine power of a beat of such power and grace."
"Well then, Jake! This is a cause for celebration. Allow me to pop the cork on this bottle of Dom-"
"Before you bring out that overpriced bottle of monk's drink, perhaps I wasn't clear....I done want money, we both know I could do to lose a but of it, as I'm always finding myself behind the proverbial eight-ball becaue of it! No, I only ask to watch the beast eat, once a month, at my discretion."
Saturday was shocked by request, his jaw nearly dropped as the cork flew out of the bottle, nearly taking out the hanging light fixture above his desk. He regained his composure, returning to the businessman that I've known to buy out corporate towers for anthills. Saturday used that sort of tone I've heard before when he wanted to negotiate. I knew then that I was in.
"Park regulations do require us to make sure the park is vacant during feeding, too gruesome for the kids apparently. Yet, I'm certain we being the close friends we are can work out a deal. I don't see why you couldn't watch us throw some meat into the cage. Big cats in captivity tend to get a bit restless and shred whatever meat is thrown into the cage. Normally it's chicken or beef, whatever is closest to their regular meal. So when we go to feed her, I'll even allow you to toss in the meat to the enclosure, how's that sound?" I sups this was supposed to make me feel enthralled to b e apart of the whole zoo experience, but thwt was not my intention.
"Actually, dear Saturday, I have other plans in mind for the feeding of your newest commission. You see, I'm not going to have you scrounge up leftovers for a creature of such power. This cat isn't some lazy lion that only takes down the slowest calf, or the smallest buck. No! This animal is the sports car of the cat world. It's sleek, sexy, defined by nothing but muscle tone and teeth. She will be eating only fresh, young antelope, and she will chase it down like sport. I have already put the schematics out for a runner,,where she can exercise, and chase her prey. She will do this only once a month, when I want to see it done, the rest of the time she will be fed fresh, not frozen and thawed meat, and this will only be small quantities once a day. I have hired you a trainer that will run her right, and keep her in the healthiest shape any cheetah could be in, is that fine with you?" I was direct, and made all manner of negotiation null and void.
"You mean...living prey? But that's unethical! It's against regulation! I can't allow a baby antelope to be murdered for your pleasure! Sorry Jake! I will not allow that! No! Take your money, take your trainer, whoever the hell it is-"
"Charlie."
"Charlie! And go to hell! The whole point of this place is to teach people the value of exotic animals! To get kids interested, and have them have close, safe encounters with these majestic beasts. This is a place of learning, not a killing grounds!"
"You see Ssturdy, this is why I must politely say that you're full of shit! You want to teach these people about life, about Nature, well Nature brutal, it's one dies so others can live, it's being relentless in your fulfillment of hunger, and always taking more than you need becaue tomorrow you may go Hungary! It is just as applicable, just as beautiful to watch a predator on the 'killing grounds' as you call them, than watching them sit in captivity, wishing to be running wild and free, on the plains. So are you going to deny me this?"
Saturday looked down at the spillage of champagne on his desk and noticed it was leaking lightly down I to his trousers, making a distinctive line down the crotch to his shoes.
"Absolutely! I'm not going to see some baby animal killed for your amusement, Jake! I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of watching some animal be killed just because you demand it...no! I appreciate our friendship, and the help you've been, but I cannot for my greater conscience allow for an animal to be kille DNA harmed in my zoo!
"You see, Saturday...you don't have to watch, I know your not a strong stomached guy, but there is a point to be made here....you're just afraid of watching not because of some poor, innocent antelope being shredded to bits, it's becaue you're the same....you've always been the same."
"Excsuse me, tread lightly Jake, don't think that you're too big to get your ass thrown right out of here!" Saturday's threat was empty, as was the groin of his pants from the outline that was forming.
"You see, Saturday; you've always acted like you're the big bad predator, always thinking you'll topple industries, and make fortunes on other people's loses, but that's not a predator, that's a scavenger. You're merely a diseased vulture, not worth eating, but you pick off the carcasses of whatever's left over. You're not a mogul, your an opportunist.
" I'm the one who bankrupts my competition, I'm the one who takes all the riches before you swoop in and fill yourself on the pickings. We are complete opposites, you and I Saturday, but thwt is your biggest fear. You see us as equals, I a predator, you a scavenger, and you believe we are mutual components to the same feast. Yet you know that at any given moment, you can become prey, but never be the predator, the apex moniker. So go ahead, toss me out of here Saturday, it's within your power, but just remember who can turn that chagrin beak of yours into an appetizer before the main course." I smiled at him, speaking and with a cold, powerful tone. He went white, and sweat poured out, the scent of fear. I merely put out my hand, and he took it in his clammy palm, and I shook until I nearly broke his fingers. Saturday was a good friend, but in-the-end, he was merely there to clean up my mess.
I awake to my mundane life. My housekeeper had set the dining table for my breakfast: rare steak with a side of eggs, and a thimble-full of caviar. The only green on my plate was a garnish, which I fling to the side of the plate, and devour my meal with exquisite delight. I was ravenous form my somni-like excursions, but I wanted to taste the real deal. Tonight...it had to be tonight. In that moment, I felt happiness, smitten with joy, and a slight tingle in my prick. Tonight would be just right.
Thank you for reading the Malacast Editorial. Part 2 of this story will be out next week, and will be the conclusive ending, albeit the longer part of this story. It will be released with a similar long-winded warning as was given to this part, but I will contest that this is the return of Short Story Weekly in full. I space site your patience, as I've been busy with several other posts. I also did some slight editing on my Street Fighter V review, it's more for aesthetics, rather than content. So if you've enjoyed Enclosuree, I will have the conclusion next week, but the following week will be something completely different, and less likely to need any graphic warnings, so if you are new to Short Story Weekly, you should know that this is not common to most content reflected on this blog.
Thank you again,mand have a great week!
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