Skinning

He didn’t know when the thought started, he didn’t know where it came from, it just knew that it needed to go. Get out of his system, get the hell out of his mind which started to feel so overwhelmingly full that it was about to bash its head against a wall or the floor or just anything as hard as it could just to get rid of this, get rid of these images which felt plaguing, small needles felting its heart as if it was a mass of wool. 

When suddenly one thought of a person appeared through those dark clouds.

Hog.

Yes, Martin was sure that the one way to surely get rid of this right now were the hard and rough hooves of that massive, stupid, enormous pig. Martin hated the thought of asking anyone for help, not as much as the thought of what it would do if it stayed alone with this for another moment longer. On the way to him a small sinister smile formed on Martin's face, not that it’d ask him for ‘help’ anyways.

Walking around the corner of the doorframe Hog surely was exactly where Martin was hoping to find him. In their kitchen, happily cooking for himself or whoever.

“Pig. I need you to stop what you’re doing.”

Completely caught off guard, Hog’s slight humming was stopped by a small quiet squeal by the sudden appearance of the sable-cat. Hog turned and calmed down immediately as he saw who was at the door, but the sight of the creature didn’t leave a good impression on him.

“Wh- You don’t look so good, son, you aight?” Hog saw the slight hunched posture, unusual for someone who usually carried itself rather proudly or on all fours, its breath jittery and his face painted by a pained expression.

“Shut up.” An immediate and as always aggressively filled reply as it jumped up the table in the room. Ah, yes. Hog huffed loudly, asking what’s wrong was never working, right, Hog reminded himself. “Whaddaya want?” His tone immediately changed as he turned away from Martin, a little bit annoyed that his worry about it would be blown away just this easily.

“As I said.” Martin huffs. “For you to stop what you’re doing.” The words leaving it rather slow, surely something wasn’t right, but no matter how much Hog would try to pry it wouldn’t talk anyways. “I’m coo-” “I need you. Now.” Martin cut hog off mid word. 

The following moment of silence was filled with suspicion and Hog raised a brow as he turned, he eyes Martin up and down for a second. It didn’t seem like it meant… what its words would suggest. “Whaddaya mean…?” He carefully asks as Martin's breathing was the only sound in the room. “I need your hooves deep inside of my guts, pig.” Its face told Hog that it was serious about it, still the implications and Martin’s body language didn’t quite align. Its head low, breath heavy, face pained and its paws so tense that they seemed to claw into itself. Hogs snorts a small laugh, “Ya surely don’t look like yer in tha mood for it.” Martin only answered with a frustrated growl, its paws close to grab onto its head in pain, walking a step to the side and back. “Oh shut the fuck up. I need you to fucking take me apart this instant, rip my damn skin off of me for all I care, I need you to fuck me up right this instant.” His gesturing wild, his claws ever so hesitant to dig into his own skin. 

Hog huffs again, disliking the tone and words it’s using. He leans onto the kitchen counter not giving him a single answer and just holding eye contact and as expected Martin’s tail would furiously swish from side to side in growing frustration, not a single muscle in its body that wasn't tense. Martin eyes his reaction, not believing what it's seeing. “Pig.” It demands, but Hog still doesn’t move nor reply, it wasn’t even saying his name, the disrespect. “Fuck you, I know you want to do it.” With that it hit a certain spot and Hogs hooves flinched. His eyes wandered down the tiny creature again, images of its open guts reemerging in his mind, it wasn’t wrong. His hooves itch and flinch again as he tries to not to embrace those thoughts as they come. “Fuck.” Martin’s voice gets him out of the midst of his thoughts again, “Hog… Please.” Hogs mind stops rolling for a second.

Wait… what?

Hog blinks as he wasn’t sure what he heard. Did he just hear Martin… beg? Hog snorts loudly and lets out a laugh, “what was that?” He teases, seeing Martin’s pathetic expression directed at him. “You fucking heard me.” Sure he did, though close to being too distracted to hear it and now wanting to make sure he didn’t imagine it.

With a click he turns off the stove as he walks the few steps closer to it. “Yer sure love the feel of something sharp in ya, don’tcha?” His hoof closes the distance between them fast, stopping at its throat, almost as if wanting to choke it. “Yer should know I don’ do that anymore.”

“As much as I know the feeling of your hooves right on my dang insides, mister.” Martin’s breath was close to stopping for a moment with the feeling of his hooves so close to its throat. Damn it. A shiver goes up its spine, this wasn’t it, it wasn’t nearly what it needed to happen. Martin’s paw clutches onto Hogs hoof when certain thoughts come back as if a wave of headache pain would hit it. As another snort comes out of Hog, Martin grinds its teeth before it barks at him again. “Fucking do it already, cut me open and tear my fucking insides out like you’ve done so often you damn asshole.” It pushes his hoof and itself closer to another, the intense eye contact making Hog hesitate further. Surely something wasn’t right with it, but Hog has never been the man to really be able to voice his concerns. He swallows them with a big gulp as Martin barks out loud again. “Fucking skin me already!!”

The next deep exhale through his nose left his throat rumbling as he slammed Martin against the kitchen table, in the same movement he grabbed a knife from the counter not too far away from him. It didn’t exactly flip a switch in him as Martin watched hog breathe heavy breaths above him, hesitating to point the knife at it. “Yer su–” Martin cuts him off before he can ask for consent, such stupid questions in Martin’s mind. “Fuck, hog, just fucking cut me open already.”

Rough but precise motions of the knife cutting into its skin, the immediate pain hitting its brain like a god damn train, combined with the pressure of Hogs hoof on his throat made Martin feel the immediate relaxation surge through its body. Confused but so goddamn relieved it could only bite its lip in pain and gasp as the first cut was done. It felt more precise than usual and Martin felt the need to look at what was happening below. Just when its eyes hit the blade it dug back in again, a motion so unfamiliar to it that the sheer uncertainty at what was happening replaced the panic in its head with excitement just so slightly. Clenching with the pure anticipation of a deep cut, Martin's breath stopped short as it felt the edge of the blade glide just an inch higher and stop again. Hogs' hoof left Martin's throat as he continued, “Yer wanted to be skinned, didn’tcha?"

Then a sudden tug at the just cut open skin made Martin gasp and yelp out loud with the pain, an intense and sharp sting making the surrounding area light up with a burning sensation, it was the pain Martin craved, it was the pain that would distract Martin from the plaguing thoughts. “Yees… oh god, yes…” Martin gasped and Hog answered with a loud snorting laugh.

It watched him tug and show the already exposed flesh underneath the cut, a feeling making Martin’s whole body scream with pain as the blade digs back in right into the spot between flesh and skin. Its head already hazy, eyes starting to fog out, but it needed the images in its head replaced with something other, some new gory images needed to replace the old ones in its mind and so it heaved its head back up to continue and watch his quite skillful, even if roughly moving, hooves at work expose more and more of his flesh, literally skinning him and ripping his fur off of it. His priced and so well groomed fur. “Fuck…” Martin didn’t even notice how much his claws had already dug into the kitchen table and one of Hogs hooves, distracted with the blood pooling below it, distracted as much as the pig seemed as well.

A strong yank on the quite large flap of skin almost pulled Martin out of his consciousness. His hazy, heated head wobbling from side to side as it struggles to keep awake, the grasp on Hogs hoof so loose his paw was almost falling off, yet Hog didn’t seem to be done yet. Surely once he was in it, once he had tasted the blood on his hooves it was over for the both of them.

A loud snort barely audible over the loud ringing in its ears made Martin's attention shift just a little bit, eyes glazing down further then before. It seemed Hogs knuckles just left from accidentally kneading into Martin's crotch. He lifted his hand up to his snout and licked tiny bits of a white translucent substance on there. It watched his tongue gliding over and licking it up just after he said something, what did he say? Martin looks back down and behind the large skin folding open and exposing his stomach muscles it could see its boner poking out and twitching. Something it couldn’t even notice and still while seeing it couldn’t feel a single bit of it over the intense amount of pain that just the air hitting the exposed muscle left.

Yes, yes, yes, YES. This was it, it was sure of it. This was just the thing it needed. More of Hog’s voice reached through the ringing, but Martin didn’t care, not that he could understand any of it, its head lolled back just before his torso fell back onto the kitchen table. Fast paced breaths as if close to hyperventilating left Martin's chest rising in a tempting manner. The next thing it knew was the rough texture of hooves burning into its body with such intensity that its breath stopped and his whole consciousness was gone in an instant.

Thought: Hog tries to stitch it together after a certain point in sheer panic of what he’s done, thinking that’d be enough to save it hog wraps it in a few towels sth like that, catching the blood and all, during all that martin loses a life despite his attempts, which, does Hog notice? 

He keeps a distance starting to immediately deny what happened to himself after Martin wakes back up

Meanwhile Martin wakes up with a slight panic, remembering what happened, seeing its body fixed, patched up and his fur in pristine condition. It first suspects that hog got Bernie to help, but no scar and a faint shadow disappears outside the window.

It casually strolls up to hog as a means to thank it in a weird kind of way, hog doesn’t accept it and is very mad at martin

So martin does what it never does, strike up a conversation n try to tell hog what it meant that he helped it out in the weird martin cryptid way that nobody truly understands that’s what it is and usually makes ppl more mad ewe;;;