FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(This is my second writing, ever, and my first in this great genre. Based on my character Gear, a 17 year old wolf trying to find himself. This chapter is just to lay the setting (you might even consider it boring but its important :o) There is some yiff as will be every chapter, so bear with me. Thanx to my Imnalia for help on the school scene and to my best friend ever, Ashura, for his awesome ideas. Here we go.)

Chapter 1: Relinquish

"Hey, Gear! Slow down!" I look back, and a teal-furred wolf, whose hair is shoulder length, is hunched over, waving furiously to me."

"Were gonna be late, Typhan. You need to run more." I chuckle and smile brightly at him as he catches up, and rests his arm across my shoulders.

"Eh, I'll start later. Did you finish that work for Mr. Newbold? You know how lazy I am." He asks me between huffs and pants. I rack my head for a sec, and I just remember that we ever got that assignment.

"I forgot that paper! Damn! You shoulda called me yesterday about that; could've saved both our tails." I laugh as Typhan sighs dejectedly.

"Gear! You're messin up! You're supposed to do it, and I copy, right?" He begins to laugh, but I jab him in his crotch.

"Aww, you punk!" He laughs and leans forward as I threaten him with another. "You'll get yours in class! He's gonna have our heads; and you'll regret it!" I agree silently; Our teacher is the epiphany of strictness, and the most vengeful teacher at school. Well to me at least.

We arrive at the school, and climb the many, worn, stone steps towards the main entrance. As usual, the door is guarded by two security guards, a male Doberman typically, and a harsh-tempered tabby. The metal detector is beeping loudly for some reason, yet, no one is entering before us. Just before we approach it, it silences. The Doberman steps up quickly; I flinch when he reaches across me faster than usual.

"Wait! Becca, make sure its workin'. Hold a sec, Gear." He motions to the tabby, and she presses a few buttons on the side of the sensor. She nods, then lets Typhan and I past. We both slowly walk through with no alerts and begin to head up the stairs. We freeze in place as we hear the canine's voice yelling after is.

"Wait there!!" We look back, but he has a riled iguana pinned to a wall and we laugh quietly.

"Come on. Let's get to the library so we can at least do half of this shit; I hate the work he gives us." With a nod, we rush to the library, which is almost empty as usual. We walk all the way to the back, in a corner near a window.

"Okay, you do the front and I'll do the back. Then we'll write what we have." I nod again, and I start to guess at the answers on the wrinkled worksheet. By the time it's almost finish, I notice my other friends just outside the school and I poke Typhan. I point towards the window; he looks over, laughs and tickles me. Typhan and I are boyfriends; been boyfriends for as long as I can remember.

"Bah, they can do their own work. Hurry up and finish yours, Gear."

"Okay! I probably got more done than you!" I laugh quietly as Typhan sticks his tongue at me. We switch papers, do the same then hand them back to each other.

"I better get a hundred, or you're gonna get it harder than usual tonight, hear me?" With a chuckle, he leans over and kisses me. I know he's kidding, yet I wouldn't mind.

"Ooh, I'm tremblin'. Well if it's like that, if I don't get a hundred, you're not getting any. How's that? Huh?" I couldn't resist him, but he takes me seriously.

"Aww man, you're a bitch!" We laugh loudly and I hush him when our friends walk in, and a weird crew we are; two wolves, twin Shepards, and a tiny lion. The twins are almost nearly identical, except DeXaun, the talkative one; he has a small scar on his neck. DeYaun is the mischievous one of the pair, trouble revolves around him. They both are well-groomed, hair kept short, shining dark brown fur; blended tan towards their torsos. They both showed me their cocks once, in contest. They were so caught up in competition that they ignored how revealing it was. Anyways, this lion, Khynder, is not what you would expect. He is a small, timid feline, with pressed fur, as if he wore very tight clothes at home. His mane isn't appearing at all yet, so he looks extremely young for his age. His paranoid glance through his glasses makes him look meeker; which doesn't help as a lion in school. Typhan, like said earlier, is a teal-furred artic wolf like me; except I'm violet-colored. It's appropriate since were both gay, yet, the color looks weird in contrast. I don't really care for it, actually. But what I do care about, is his slightly muscular build that makes him taller than me, yet, his conservative personality doesn't reflect his size at all. The class hushes as the teacher walks in, scowling and scanning the room furtively.

"Shut up and sit down!!" He barks harshly, but the class remains unfazed and gradually settles down.

"Get to work, drill's on the overhead. Damn pups..." He mumbles under his breath.

I listen to the flipping of paper and the scratching of many pens as I try to concentrate on the work ahead; I cant seem to think about anything else, or anyone else but Typhan. I then realize its the day for our little anniversary tradition we started after a couple years of being together. I frantically think of something creative, and barely notice myself boring a hole into the side if his face as he looks up. He smiles and sticks out his tongue, and I smile back, watching him even as he continues to work. I sit motionless until I get a spark; I should leave a note for him in his last class, and tell him to come to the bathroom. I grin to myself and duck my head low as I scribble the note quickly, shoving it into my pocket and starting on the work.

The class passes without a noise, cause the drill overhead turned out to be a full, unnecessarily lengthened essay that took all period. As the piercing bell sounds, I quickly dump everything off of the desk into my backpack and rush after Typhan.

"Can I see your schedule really quick, Ty?"

"Huh? Sure. Why?" He hands it to me anyways, but looks inquiringly at me with a small smile.

"I'm just gonna wait for you outside of third and in between fourth period. No reason. Okay, thanks love. See ya in a bit." I lick his cheek while no one is looking and he squeals in delight and blushes before walking off.

I sit in my next two class unable to think about anything but my boyfriend's reaction, and what fun is gonna be to 'take the year's orders'. By third, I try to suppress a laugh, and I catch a few awkward glances, including one from the teacher. I smile uneasily and look down at my work, avoiding the eyes. As last period comes, Im literally forcing down a bulge in my sweatpants, holding my two textbooks in front of me as if they were heavy. I quickly take a seat in the back and lift the heavy tomes off of my crotch, and uncomfortably spread my legs, accidentally brushing against a jock tiger who looks over with nothing short of fury in his eyes.

"S-sorry."

"Fairy..." He grunts and looks away, and I cant help but glance down at his crotch, in case he 'didn't mind' that little encounter, tearing my eyes away when he looks over again. I scoot away and turn from him, going back to my mental ranting. I imagine us both in a stall; Me bent over on the toilet, and my love taking his anniversary gift, imagining how fun its gonna be. After waiting for a predetermined amount of time I get ready to ask for permission to go to the bathroom, but Im actually called up to the front.

"Uh. Gear Fangred? Come here." I get up and walk over briskly, looking over his desk for any signs of trouble.

"Step into the hallway, someone's here to see you." I smile in my head and quickly head out of the door, but I dont see Typhan. Im face to face with the school principal whom is glowering deeply.

"Mr. Fangred? May I ask you who this was intended for?" He holds out the garbled note I wrote for Ty, and my heart plummets.

"No-no one, really sir. I was just scribbling something..." I grow even more worried when he sighs with distaste.

"I can tell you're not going to relinquish anything else. Come with me." I sigh, my shoulders slumping slightly as I follow him down to the office, and into his room. He pulls out a folder, shuffles through it, until he finds a sheet with my information on it.

After a lengthy scolding and chat with my mom, Mr. Newbold leaves me with the principal. I'm left to sit on a chair outside his office, next to his assistant's cubicle. With a sigh, I lean uncomfortably on the chair arm as the lunch bell sounds. I begin to doze off when a bag of cheetos are tossed onto my lap.

"Huh? Oh, Ty! Thanks man, I swear your psychic!" I get up and kiss him, before he slides out of the office. I sit back down and tear into the bag, having nothing to eat all day. Shortly after, I fall asleep again. But I am again interrupted by the blaring horn announcing last period. I breathe deeply, tired from boredom and I hear Typhan come in again, with another bag of those amazing cheese puffs.

"Yes! Thanks again, Ty." I open the bag quickly and begin to eat some more. I stop when I notice Typhan watching me closely with an affectionate look. I grin at him and he laughs and leaves. My appetite seemingly gone, I wrap the bag and put it in my pocket, leaning over to go to sleep again.

I jolt up as a smiling Typhan pokes me repeatedly, and I follow him out into the hall, where the others are waiting. I sigh, and try to look content, but Khynder is the first to speak.

"Gear! Whaddya get sent to the office for?" I look away, remembering how embarrassing it was, but I don't tell him.

"Nothing. Well, I gotta go home and survive the tirade my mom is gonna raise on me. See ya guys later." The canines and the lion wave, then I follow Typhan up the street in the opposite direction. He turns around, waits for me to pass, then hugs me from behind as we walk.

"You didn't have to do that. Now your mom isn't gonna let me come over or let you out." He says jokingly with a laugh.

"Eh, I'll think of something. Trust me. I can't stay home the whole time." With a kiss and a smile, he nods too.

We both walk up the stairs of the leaf-ridden, shabby, two-story apartment I live in, and he stands against the wall next to my door.

"I'll wait here; jus tell me what happens, okay?" I kiss him again, unlock the door, and close it behind me. As I turn towards my room and whatever my mom has in store, I notice a figure in my front room. I slowly face someone I hoped not to see forever. My father slouched on the couch, holding a beer, other paw in his pants, calls to me.

"Son, I get home today, and I'm already getting calls fr-frum your damn school. What's this I hear about yuh-you writin notes to some boy at school? What the hell do ya think you doin-" He is slurring words and waving the beer at me drunkenly, but I interrupt him.

"Dad. Im going to my room." I silently and cautiously walk past the sofa enclosing the front room and quickly lock the door behind me. What the hell is he doin here... After drawing a blank for a moment, I empty my backpack, stuff some clothes I have sitting around in it, and grab my binder, opening my door. I head towards the front door and my father is gone from the couch.

"Im going to my friend's house."

As I reach out towards the door knob I nearly duck a huge paw, but it hits my forehead and I feel myself tumbling backwards, a vacuum cleaner stopping me from rolling. I look up startled, as my drunken father staggers from around the corner, and steps hard onto my chest with his boot.

"Wh-what the hel- You cant prove anything! Get the hell off of me!"

"Im n-not dumb smawt ass. You let me find out bout you written 'nother note to some boy, and Im gonna beat it outta ya."

"F-......" I benevolently slide his shoe off of me and stand away from him. "Fuck off..."

Before I notice it, he clubs me on my head with the bottle, and chokes me with his free paw against the door. I struggle to breathe as I claw at his massive forearm. He is not extremely tall, but his bulk is shocking.

"D-don't talk back to me! I'ma teach ya sum respect!" Feeling livid, I elbow him across his face, he lets me go, and I swing the door open; Typhan still there looking extremely concerned, then anxious as I bolt past him. I grab his paw as I run down the stairs and we both hightail it out of the building, and down the street. We both only stop when I collapse onto the pavement, out of breath and feeling drained. In between deep breaths, clutching my head I manage to get Typhan's attention.

"Oh-my-god. My dad is back. I don't know where from, but I'm not staying there, not for anything."

"Okay. Jus stay at my place. Dad won't mind."

It is night and Typhan is jus getting out of the shower. I'm sitting on the edge of his bed, playing a game on his Genesis rather than his PS2. Typhan casually drops his towel and looks busily into his closet. While he's checking his clothes, I'm gazing absently at his figure. His fur is moist, fresh out of the shower, glistening in the dim light; sleek coat smooth on his rear. I get up and caress his ass with both paws, with my head on his shoulder, and he wraps my arms around him. We kiss for a long moment before he breaks away and gets dressed in a t-shirt and loose boxers. He turns to me, and gives me the most heart-melting gaze I've ever seem from him.

"Come with me." I look at him inquisitively, but don't hesitate to follow him out of his window, and up a small ladder to his roof. I force a smile as I cautiously trail behind him until he sits down, tugging on me to sit between his legs, my back to his chest. He lays back, and pulls me down, holding me in an affectionate embrace, and licks my ear.

"The moon is out tonight. I always saw it as more than something in the sky at night. Some nights I couldn't sleep, I'd gaze at it not knowing why I liked it looked so much..."

"We are wolves, Ty."

"I know that, silly. But it was like a symbol of loneliness and longing to me for some reason. It would be the only thing in the sky I could see, and I felt just like it; alone."

"...Hmm."

"But after I met you, I realized it isn't alone. As much as I enjoy looking at it now, and it sometimes makes me cry. Just like I used to, it's waiting for something. Just I don't know what. Maybe that's why I'd look to it for guidance."

"Guidance? Ookaay."

"Aww, hush. But believe, it will never point you wrong." I guess I understand.

"I love you, Gear. Here with you, I'm in my place. I was lost, but the moon brought me to you." I roll over and lay my head on his chest.

"I hope nothing ever changes." I kiss him deeply, holding his head as our tongues embrace each other as we are. A brisk breeze sweeps through, and Typhan shudders, still in his boxers.

"Lets get back inside, your half dressed, heh heh." I get up and let him past me, both of us slipping back into the warm room. I climb back on his massive bed still fully dressed, and he lies next to me.

"Come on. You're not laying with me? I'm sad." He smiles, and I quickly strip my jeans and shirt; nothing left on but my boxers with him under a huge sheet. He puts his arms around me and we slowly grow quiet, before we both strip completely and cuddle closely together, my back comfortably pressed to his firm chest.

"I love you, Typhan."

"I love you too. Don't ever leave."

"I won't."

*

We get to school the next day, and we both sit in the library again. We sit a little closer together without noticing; I'm slightly leaning into him as his head hovers over mine. I pick up the scent seemingly emanating from him; there is this level of comfort that drives everything else out of my head. In the back of my mind there is a voice yelling at me to move, that something might happen. But my body refuses. I enjoy his touch, as slight as this is; it surpasses bliss. It steals my heart and drains my energy, but I don't mind. Typhan looks down at me and speaks quietly.

"What's on your mind, Gear? You're too quiet." His small smile is warm and attracting, commanding my attention.

"I'm wonderin how you feel." I try to add a tone of desire in my voice.

"With you, I feel good. Better than I ever have." I lay my head on his shoulder, and he gives me a look of curious suspicion. A few other furs are now entering the small, smothering library and I look up to him and smile warmly.

"How do you feel now?" He watches the other furs glance over, some whispering furiously, and some gasping silently before sitting and turning around to watch us. I see him debating mentally before overcoming the nervousness.

"I love you, Gear. Nothing will change that." He eyes the students cautiously a little, but he regains himself after a few minutes. That is until our friends walk in; he looks at me with paranoia.

"Okay, I'm a lil scared now, Gear." He whispers with a smile that cracks a bit.

"If they abandon you, they'll never have been important in the first place." I say quietly to him and then he nods. He glances up at them once before looking back down sheepishly. I decide to lead us into this decision. I lazily stare over at them, examining each face before speaking.

"Hey, guys." I simply say before awaiting the verdict. They all remain lost for words before DeXaun talks first. Luckily, he's not prone to disapprove of gay furs.

"Why's your head on his shoulder? You two look like an odd couple..." Typhan sniggers, still looking down at me, and I laugh lightly.

"Eh, they're probably just jokin around. Remember when Typhan pawed with us when we nabbed Khynder's brother's porn? That was awesome! He never found out either!" The brothers laugh before unloading their backpacks. I just notice Khynder, his eyes fixated at some point between me and Ty.

"You and Typhan are homosexual aren't you..." Khynder inquires with no animosity, or interest in his voice; I guess he's holding a straight face.

"Did you just hear me, he gets off to those husky girls you like so much." Khynder persists despite the excuse.

"Am I right, Gear?" I sigh weakly, in response to his sternness, but I nod.

"You guys are gay? Well then that means Ty wasn't watching that husky, but..." He says almost dropping his jaw, sounding extremely embarrassed and elementary.

"Aww, bro! He was so watching you!"

"No! It was you!!" They argue and Typhan's face turns deep red, hanging his head over mine even more and trying to hide a grin. Instead of sounding too defensive, I play it safe.

"Yeah, we are." I say; Khynder looks totally intrigued, as the twins seem to be still in surprise as they turn to look at each other. They're expressions change from consideration, humorous discomfort, then excitement. I raise an eyebrow, and gaze in question since this is not what I was expecting.

"Awesome!" They both chorus as Khynder fixes his glasses to look at us better.

"Why didn't you guys tell us earlier?" He asks with the same timidity he always possesses.

"Yeah, we expected you guys to totally accept us, jus like the other affable students in this perfect school. Seriously." I retort with a dry laugh. DeXaun looks thrilled as he speaks.

"I knew it, DeYaun! I knew he had to be different. Besides, they're fur is an alter color- clear sign!"

"Actually, altered fur color isn't always an indication of homosexuality. It can include other orientations, disorders, and even slight fixations."

"Well, you're lighter than most lions, Khynder," The lion gasps and looks over to DeXaun. "Maybe you've got hypo-nerdism." He laughs as Khynder pouts.

"Hey! My fur is normal, mind you."

"So, me and Gear are creeps then?"

"Wha? No! No, I only meant that I don't have any disorders or abnormal orien- just ignore me!" He stops short as he realizes that he can't talk any further. We all laugh heartily at him; he joins us after awhile.

I sit painstakingly through AP English, and try to stay awake in Music for Life; whatever the hell that is I still don't know. The day passes with the usual routine boredom that eases only when I see Ty, waiting outside the school doors with the others.

"Finally! I thought you didn't make it through Ms. Stalter's class." I laugh to myself as I try to put her mediocre music notes out of my head.

"Well, anyways, see ya tomorrow guys." Typhan and I wave to our friends as we walk off.

*

We arrive at Typhan's house and we walk through the front door, and straight up the stairs. We hear the door close and Dad bark loudly, but friendly.

"I got it, boys. Jus leave it open so his father can see us all."

I sit on the bed, and watch as Typhan strips down to his boxers and throws some shorts on. I simply take my coat off, lay on my stomach, and cut the TV on. He lies on top of me, hugging tightly.

"Anything good on? I haven't watched TV for awhile after I got Kingdom Hearts." I chuckle, and turn the TV off, unconsciously thinking to myself.

"Nah, wanna do something else?" I muzzle him affectionately, and I know he guesses right when he sits up, pulling off his shirt, and sliding his shorts off his waist before pulling my clothes off. We both sit naked, Typhan lazily humping me as I grind against his sheath, teasing him playfully.

"No questions asked, huh? Not like you at all, Gear." He says quietly with a grin. I remain silent and continue urging him to take me. He slides down out of my view; quivering slightly as he pokes his tongue at my tailhole, filling and wet. Working his tongue, his muzzle hidden under my tail as he licks my balls and sucks them tightly, forcing me to gasp at the pleasure it invokes. He squeezes them with his paw before mounting me again, and slowly driving his dripping wolfcock into my begging hole.

"Oooohh..." I close my eyes and moan quietly as he pushes inch after inch, it only hurts so much now, and the satisfaction is overwhelming. I can tell he's hilted when his sac brushes mine, and he stops for a moment. With a single kiss on my neck, he edges back out and quickly thrusts in, repeating this slow fuck. My body pulses with each one, and I tighten around his thickness, sending a rush of pleasure into me and obviously him as he inhales loudly. At that, Typhan pulls my legs apart and pounds my ass with intense but subtle force, shaking sweat off of me. I can hear him moan in his chest and it turns me on even more; I back into his cock, turn and rise slowly, climb up to all fours as he immediately holds my shoulder and hip, not slowing down. He rams me for several minutes, throwing his head back in a deep howl then quickening into rapid thrusts, each hitting my prostate. He pushes as far as he can inside me, and my cock surges into erection, precum flowing freely from both of us. Leaning on me and whimpering silently, I feel his tense up, and burst inside of me, heat instantly filling me and easing down my legs. He humps me lightly til after several spurts drain his energy. Before I can move, he quickly slips out, and laps eagerly at my dripping tailhole, then lays next to me, both of us breathing hard. He catches his breath before looking towards me.

"Your turn." He watches me to see what I want, but he hasn't done for me what I want to do tonight. I sit on his chest, throbbing slightly in his face, and he immediately takes it into his mouth. I let him suck and lick me into ecstasy before succumbing to this enjoyment, and getting on my knees over his head. I lean forward and begin bucking into his muzzle, gently grasping his hair, and pulling him into my crotch. He doesn't recoil, so I continue; man, I love this wolf. I let him guide my cock into his mouth, so I don't hurt him, but it still feels good. He's working that tongue again, swarming all eight inches of me, and I almost cum early, but I fight to hold on. I near orgasm and I lose myself in the moment, sliding my cock further into his throat. His face protests, but he doesn't stop; it makes me feel bad, so I let him bring me over. I push in once more and explode into his throat, his lapping tongue everywhere, touching everything, sending me to heaven.

"Awwww, god." I sigh out, panting heavily, and falling to my side, my cock retreating to my sheath. I don't even wait for him to lick me clean; I lay on my back, staring up into the air, trying to catch my breath now. He eventually slides over and cleans my crotch, and wipes his muzzle with his forearm before laying his head on my chest, scritching me softly. I pull him up into a deep kiss, and hug him tightly.

"Where would I be without you, Typhan?"

"I dunno, Gear. Somewhere on the streets, sellin your ass?"

"Bitch." I say with a chuckle before muzzling him, as we doze off, holding each other.

*

The next morning, dressed in clothes Typhan hasn't worn, we both walk towards school, chatting lightly about what we had due and done. As we turn a corner, we both jump in shock when a black SUV swerves out of its lane and screeches to a halt next to us.

"What the hell is goin on? You recognize this truck, Typhan?" I ask him in confusion. He shakes his head and I begin to worry. I can barely make out the figure before it steps out of the truck. We both flinch at the sight of my scruffy father, coming at us at a brisk pace.

"Gear!! Get over here!" I make no attempt to move, and I eye him nervously as he walks over, instantly lashing out and clutching me by the scruff of my neck. He leans in close, and I shield my eyes from the spit flying from his rancid mouth.

"Who gave you permission to leave yesterday? Who?!" He raises his paw and close my eyes, cowering, waiting for a thrashing that never comes. As soon as I look up at him, then does his claw connect with my face and I fall on my ass, whimpering and growling slightly.

"Who is this?" He looks over at Typhan, and a malicious look engulfs his face. He snarls and looks back at me, rolling up his sleeve.

"Im gonna beat it outta you..."

"Shit! Gear, run!" Typhan turns to me and I quickly obey, getting up and dashing back up the street we came down on.

I hear a yell and I look back and Typhan is getting up off of the ground; I barely notice my father sprinting after me from the anger rising within me. I quickly cut into an alley behind Typhan's house and hop the fence to his backyard, running straight through the driveway onto the front street. I run as fast as my legs could carry me now, ignoring my burning lungs. I look back and my father reaches the street and gives up.

"Bitch! Get back here, you better not come home!" He shouts defiantly, ignoring the people now gathering on their porches. I continue running until my lungs burn, and I fall onto a set of nearby steps to a large office building. I pant loudly, unable to breathe or think. I have never run faster in my life, nor have I been more scared. I just hope he doesn't keep looking for me. All I can do is wait for Typhan to come pick me up; he'll know Im here; this is where I met Typhan years ago. We met here after chatting at some after school gym program we both went to. We talked for hours at this very spot until it got dark. We exchanged numbers and it ran from there. Meeting often, spending nights together, and other early relationship stuff. Until one night, we 'discovered' what each of us liked. Of course it sounds boring, but our relationship is what's crazy. We have done everything two guys could do to and with each other; that's a lot of stuff. We've even had fun with his young, muscled father sometimes, who's very good looking, and a darker shade of blue than Typhan. We jack each other off at school in the bathrooms often, whether that's dirty or not. We don't care, but we do love each other truly. I walk out of the library, and come back to my senses as the sun sets; the town slowly turning a deep crimson, and lights coming to life, illuminating the streets. I eagerly await Typhan's arrival in his father's car, a gleaming, yellow sportscar with a wild spoiler. I almost fall asleep as I catch a twinge of yellow around the corner from the building. Surely, it's my boyfriend. I hop to my feet, and walk over to his car as it pulls up.

"Hey! I knew you'd be here! Get in." Typhan said from the passenger seat, looking thrilled.

"That's why I waited here, Ty!" I laugh slightly as I get in the car, sitting behind Typhan. I kiss him in the cheek before sitting down, then his father speeds off back to the house. As we all get out and approach the house, I notice some moving in a nearby bush. Already being paranoid, I run over to the bush and bark loudly. A small bird quickly shuffles and hurriedly flies away. Laughing at myself a little bit for being so predictable, I then run into the house behind Ty. His father, who I call Dad myself, is talking to someone on the phone.

"What do you guys want on the pizzas?" He calls loudly from the kitchen, looking rushed. I usually let Typhan decide, so I jus remain silent, curled up on Typhan's lap, lazily fondling his crotch.

"The usual, dad." He calls back, and his dad disappears back into the kitchen. After a moment, his dad comes out of the kitchen and sits on the same sofa, a cushion away.

"Aww. I don't get any? I know when Im not wanted." His dad retorts playfully, as I grab his crotch, and pull him closer. He puts an arm around Typhan, kisses him lightly, and unzipping his jeans, he lets me at his already growing bulge. I squeeze it softly.

"Okay, now I feel loved, guys. That's what Im talking about, Gear." He looks at me, and leans back, breathing deeply. I continue to rub his sheath, squeezing the pink tip now emerging from it. I feel him shudder and Typhan notices too.

"The usual here too, dad?" Typhan says with a chuckle and a slight grin.

"That would be nice with pizza. But don't worry about it. Maybe later?" We both nod, and watch the TV mindlessly.

"You know what? That offer is sounding quite good at the moment..." His father says shyly, me and Typhan nod in assurance, and we all shift positions; we do it the same way, and same spot; every time.

Typhan gets on all fours; Dad slides under him and slowly take his throbbing erection into his muzzle. I see him lick vigorously at his cock, and he shivers all over. I give Dad a warm smile that returns, then lap quickly at Typhan's tailhole before nudging my thick, 8-inches inside my boyfriend. I lean Ty forward and I hear light slurping; he's blowing Dad as well. I don't consider his father a molester, just a really close relative, and outside of my family, the whole incest thing, taboo or not, with my friends gets me hotter for some reason; that's probably why I don't mind him sucking my boyfriend on occasion. Our chorus of moans and groans are cut short when the doorbell rings. His father slowly emerges from Typhan's crotch, wraps a towel he had nearby around his waist, grabs some money off of the coffee table and opens the door; shirtless and smelling of sweat and precum.

"Hey, what's up?" His dad says with a toothy smile to the startled pizzacat as he hands over the money, grabs the greasy boxes, and closes the door.

"Well the pizza is here, well eat after this. I'll make it quick." Still shaking as I ram him on all fours. Typhan arches his back and takes his father's cock in his muzzle again, and I watch in bliss as his father bobs his head quickly, nosing my sac each time. Growling in a state of heaven, I groan deeply in my chest, precum dripping slowly onto Dad's face.

"Awww, Ty. God, you're so tight..." I whimper and look down on Typhan, swatting his ass lightly as I pound his tight tailhole. I'm begin to feel short of breath, but I continue, fucking my hardest, as he tightens around me to abuse the throbbing wolfcock deep inside him. Were a mass of pulsating fur and sweat as lust smothered the front room. Seemingly one, both Ty and his dad begin to moan loudly, their breathing quickens, and I hear a yip as Ty's waist dips further into his father's face, seeing the adult wolf try and swallow it all. Dad leans his head back, letting the cum hit his face as he also howls out, thrusting into my lover's mouth, and falling tired. I ram his son twice before lodging my cock in Ty's gut with a groaning whimper, both pain and pleasure from such a hard blow. White trickles down Ty's ass as Dad's face is splashed with a puddle of cum. I lick at Typhan's back, clean before letting my retreating member out of his ass. His father moves up and laps at his face, as a mother would her pup.

"Whew, thought you would never come Ty, my jaw was getting-" We all jump when the doorbell sounds again.

"Who might that be at this hour?" His dad whispers like a kid before grabbing a towel, wiping his face and hopping silently over to the door. He puts the chain on and cracks the door, peering out.

"Who are you?" But with a fierce growl, the person at the door launches himself at and through the door; his dad just sidestepping the falling wood and metal. I look in shock as my father picks himself off of the floor, and glares at me.

"He's fuckin crazy! Dad, that's Gear's father! Stop him!" Without hesitation, his dad turns towards mine, and readies himself.

"You get the hell outta ma face! I'll beat yur ass, I swear! Gear! Get yur ass over here!!" I just stare at him, lost in the confusion, paralyzed, even when he begins to walk over. Dad suddenly jumps in between my father and shoves him towards the door with a loud growl.

"Leave my house! Or I'll kick YOUR ass!!" My dad gets up looking enraged, reaches in his jeans and pulls out a pistol, waving it menacingly.

"Yeah! Like I said, get the hell outta the way!" Dad backs down, but doesn't obey. My drunken wolf of a father grunts and shoots Dad's shoulder, causing him to stagger backwards, but he didn't fall. Me and Typhan both shout and cower in reaction.

"DAD!!" We both yell together. Typhan goes towards Dad, but my father points the gun, laughing sadistically. Dad barks and dives at the deranged wolf as the gun blasts in Ty's direction; the bullet just missing his head and hitting the wall next to him.

I can't take this anymore, I can't have my boyfriend's dad, no. I can't have our dad be killed by a psycho if I can help it. I crawl over to Ty and lift him up, watching Dad struggle with mine. I whisper Typhan to meet me at the recreation center behind the school.

"What?!" Typhan looks at me, completely lost.

"I'LL GO!!" Dad is kicked back towards us, knocking me and Typhan over, clutching his shoulder.

"NO!!" Both Dad and Ty yell together. But I don't listen. I walk past my dad outside and stand near the SUV. I watch as my father waves the gun again before turning towards me.

"You've done it this time. Im gonna fuck you up when we get home, boy." I take a deep breath and dash down the street, towards where I'd meet my boyfriend once I lost my dad.

"Gear!!!" My father yells, hoarse, but too exhausted to give chase.

*

I sit holding my knees on the cold stone steps in front of the Rec Center and wait for any noises. I hear leaves brush nearby and my ears perk when I see Typhan, jogging around the corner. I get up and run to him, hugging him tightly and planting a kiss to his muzzle. I begin to tear up at this, I can't even begin to imagine how Typhan feels; just I feel fifty times worse.

"What's wrong, Gear? Tell me..." He looks at me with the most concern I've seem from him ever. It eases when I hold his paw and pull him along with me as I walk.

"I can't believe he did that. I might get killed, but more importantly, I might get you and Dad killed. When he pulled out that gun, I lost it. I don't want anything to happen to you." I tell him whole-heartedly.

"What are you talking about? It's not your fault. He's a fucking psycho."

"He's gonna keep following me; he's gonna keep chasing me. As you saw, he'd even kill someone to get to me. I have no damn idea why, but you know this is too crazy too risk." He watches me with extreme worry and starts to speak, but I interrupt him.

"I've gotta disappear for awhile."

"No! No you don't. You can't leave me. We can move outta here, some where far. He'll never find us. We can call the police, they'll get him. You can't leave Gear..." He looks on the verge of tears. "You know Dad wont let me go with you, he's paranoid now. Don't go. Please, I'll go with- Damn, Gear!!" Now, tears are flowing down my face.

"I can't. I wont watch him kill you guys..." I can only manage a whisper between sobs. "I'm soo scared..." The sight of Dad being shot plays in my head, repeating, until eventually Typhan replaces him. The sight of Typhan being shot plays in my head, and I silently scream.

"Look, Im gonna stay at the Twins' house for a few days." I say quietly, and he begins to breathe normally again.

"O-okay. But if you go anywhere, you better tell me."

"I will. I don't want to leave, its just if you get killed, I-I'd kill myself as well, if he doesn't kill me first."

"If I see him I swear, I'll kill him myself. I'd r-"

"Stop. I don't want to kill him, jus to leave us alone. If he is really insane, it's not his fault, but Im still not going back to the fucker."

"O-okay. I'll walk you there."

"Okay." I lean forward, and pull him towards me; our muzzles meeting, and tongues entwining in this solemn embrace. I break away, and stare into his entrancing blue eyes; colorless in the twilight and reflecting the moon into my view. It is like Im seeing heaven in him.

"Let's go." I lean my head on his shoulder, as he drapes his arm over me, treading slowly.

*

I knock a few times and we both step back, Ty nosing me gently, making me smile as the door swings open.

"Gear! Ty! Hey!" DeXaun barks happily, and DeYaun pokes his head around.

"Gear and Ty! What's up?" We step into the warm house, and I sigh.

"I was wonderin if I could hang here for a few days; My dad is a fuckin psycho..."

"Wha?" They both say at once, and look at each other.

"My father has been chasin me all over, and he jus shot Dad-"

"Huh? He shot himself?" Khynder squeaks as Archest pushes past him, the large lion speaking through a deep growl that is his normal voice.

"He is a fuckin nutjob." I wince, but accept it; it seems more vile-intended from the arrogant lion for some reason, but I just said the same thing a bit ago, so I can't fuss.

"I call Ty's father, Dad, since I'm over there so often, but that's not important," I say quickly. "Can I stay here until he gives up lookin for me?"

" You gotta let him, Xaun." Ty puts in, and looks pleadingly at the twins.

"Sure!! He can stay no doubt, it'll be cool!" Me and Ty give each other worried glances, but we know its best.

"Okay, Mind if I use the phone? Im gonna check on Dad." The twins nod together, and again glance skeptically at each other. I watch as he dials the number, then holds the receiver up, his tail twitching nervously. I hear a click, as you hear when someone answers, then silence. I hear Typhan gasp when there is a second click with no answer, then the blaring noise after that.

"Oh. My. God..." Ty dashes out of the door, yelling behind him.

"Stay here, Gear!!" I watch him helplessly as he races back home, disappearing around the corner.

I sit silently, looking at the floor until DeYaun barks loudly.

"Let's play 007! Come on!" He tugs at my arm and drags me hurriedly downstairs to a brightly lit and carpeted basement that looks more like a bedroom. We all take a seat near the TV, and I listen blankly to their chatter, shivering inside as I worry about my boyfriend and Dad. I barely notice a controller being waved in my face as I snap back to reality.

"Wanna play?" I reach out, but as Archest swats the controller out of Khynder's resisting paws, I hand the controller to him.

"I'll pass." I climb on the sofa, and curl up, staring into the lit TV, and my focus wavering; I can't think.

"Weirdass..." I hear Archest retort, but I ignore him.

I sit motionless for hours until each fur tosses the controller aside, yawing loudly and stretching.

"Damn... we've been playin for hours..." DeYaun says as he looks at me.

"You okay, Gear?" By then, I have come back to senses, but still worried.

"Im fine."

"Well Im tired. And you guys are keeping me up." Archest barks and the whole room falls silent.

"Okay guys, Im done too. Everyone gotta pillow or sumthin?" DeXuan is knocked over by a scurrying lion.

"I do!!" Khynder squeals as he snatches a cushion from the couch and sits under it.

"Okay. Well I guess everyone else is on the floor, I got the lights." I watch as one of the twins gets up, and flicks at the switch, the light immediately dying, and darkness falling. I listen to the shuffling until it dies down, and I remain in my crouched position.

"By the way, no funny business, Gear!" He chuckles and both canine twins bark loudly in a fit of laugher. Oh fuck.

"Whats that mean?" I gasp as Archest growls with a tone of inquiry.

"Oh you didn't know? We found out Gear and Ty is gay yesterday."

"DeXaun!!"

"Youre a fuckin fairy?! Khynder! Off the sofa, now!" Archest roars, and I hear him get up, walk past me, and the lights burst back to life.

"What the hell are you doin invitin him in, DeXaun?!"

"Wha? He's our friend!"

"Are you fuckin fairies too?! If I find out you guys been messin with Khynder, I'll fu-"

"Wait!! What are you talking about?!" I see both canines, and the tiny cub cower under his brother.

"You better not have even touched-"

"Im fuckin outta here. I hate dumbasses." I get up, step into my shoes, and briskly walk towards the door, stepping out, and walking towards Ty's house.

"Better get the hell outta here, faggot!"

"Talk about stating the obvious!"

"Suck my dick!!"

"Find it first!" I hear the door slam, and I stop, my eyes shut, trying to calm down. My throat is sore from the growling Im doing, and can't stop; I don't need this today. As I turn the corner, I see the lights on a truck fade, then watch, backing up as the SUV my father drives creeps towards me.

"Oh shit!" I turn tail and sprint in the opposite direction, hearing tires squeal behind me. I panic, looking around for somewhere I can hide, but he's too close not to see. I yelp as I nearly stumble, but i turn up, through an alley, and into the main street, hearing another car, and looking back, I see Dad's yellow car. I stop and wave madly, until the halt near me. Ty runs out and hugs me, he kissing his neck.

"My father is chasing me again!! He's nearby, but I cut through an alley." I say panting and looking around in alarm.

"Lets go!" Dad yells from the car, but as we walk back over, there is a loud crash that sends us hurtling backwards; I look back up and into the horror. The large SUV lodges itself into the side of the tiny sportscar, and I don't see Dad anymore.

'D-Dad!!!" I get up and walk over but stop at once when the truck door swings open.

"No...He never gives up..." Typhan turns around and jumps as my father hops out of the truck, still wielding the gun. I see a bus coming up the street and decide that's my only option. Damn. I scream out as my father walks over to Typhan.

"Damn you, whoever you are! Leave us the fuck alone!!" He barks as I run over and try to lift him to his feet, just as the bus slows to stop, the driver begins to speed back up, looking at the scene. As I get Typhan's arm across my shoulder, my father leaps and knocks over, sending me a few feet away, landing hard on my back.

"Gear go!!" I quickly get up, but my legs don't move; I don't want to leave him, I cant.

"Gear!!"

"Look, I cant leave you here, Typhan. I love you. You know I wont." He is crying more than me, eyes darting back and forth between mine then past me. He mouths, "I do too..." Before sinking his teeth into my father's shoulder. There is a roar, then a clap of thunder. I stand, paralyzed in sheer shock, and watch Typhan fall; clutching his torso.

"Noooo!" I try to run over, but I don't notice a bus passenger snatch me onto the bus, and away from him.

"I'll see you soon, Ty... I love you." I the doors close in front of me, and he reaches out towards me at the same time my dad tries to run and catch the bus. Before the bus pulls off, Ty looks towards the sky and howls; a tone of despair and pain rings in the air and the passengers all look out at him. I watch his figure, illuminated by the moon, and return his howl in my mind, seeing my father collapse onto the pavement. I take a seat in the front, and let myself cry fully, but silently. This isn't what was supposed to happen. My life is over...

To be continued...