The Broken Heart of Layman Orochi
The Broken Heart of Layman Orochi by Sophie Bell is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. It contains scenes of a sexual nature not intended for readers under the age of consent.
The Broken Heart of Layman Orochi
"Son, I'd like you to meet Mister Ritala, the Director of the History Department here at the college." Layman looked up, his ears flicking curiously to one side. I can't believe I'm on the campus! He thought, barely able to restrain his grin. He'd never been on campus before, after all. In a month, he'd be starting his first semester at the Grey M. Martin University. And apparently, this professor was supposed to teach his introductory history class.
"It's very nice to meet you, young man." The older weasel said, and Layman caught a flash of his predatory teeth when he spoke. The white gleam made him swallow involuntarily, and he shuffled his feet, suddenly finding a great interest in the gaudy carpet.
"Thank you, sir. I'm sure that your class will be great." He stammered, and felt the tips of his ears redden at the professor's soft chuckle.
"Yes, I'm sure it will be, young man." The weasel said, and after a moment resumed chatting with Layman's father, Alec. Slowly, his panicked heartbeats slowed, and for the first time in five minutes Layman felt that his heart wouldn't thud right out of his chest. College is going to be great! He thought, and finally grinned, forgetting for a moment where he was. His father's paw on his shoulder jolted him back into reality, though, and he looked up.
"Ready to go, son?" Alec said, the warmth of familial love shining in his brown eyes. Layman nodded, ready to get going and prepare for the coming semester. They still had to visit the mall for school supplies and new clothing. Over the summer the young red fox had grown a bit, and most of his clothes were now a size too small. He was getting taller, and his scrawniness was finally beginning to dissipate.
"Yeah, let's head over to Sora Dean's, Dad. I want to grab a new pair of sneakers." He said, turning away from Mister Ritala without a second thought, his mind shifted towards the present. His father laughed, slapping him on the shoulder, and the two left the building, taking the elevator down to the ground floor.
***
"So what do you think the first day'll be like, Layman?" Roscoe said, taking two steps for every one of the fox's. Layman whipped his head quickly towards his friend, lifting a brow and grinning widely. He was practically bouncing with excitement. Today they'd register for their classes, which began in a week! And there was orientation, as well. That meant that he wouldn't get lost on the first day back, at least.
"I bet it'll be nuts." He said, and then clapped his friend on the shoulder, making the lemur jump in surprise, before taking off at a run towards the red brick building across the main plaza. He already knew what classes he planned on taking, and one of them was the history class that his father's friend taught. What had the professor's name been? Ritâ€"something. Ah well, I'll find out in a week! He thought, and pushed through the glass doors at the front of the administration building.
Half an hour later, he met Roscoe in the lounge area, loaded down with several course catalogues and a dozen different forms. "Hey, how's it going?" He said, glancing at the lemur curiously. Roscoe was practically buried in his own set of forms, circling and marking the catalogues with a bright red marker.
"Mmm. Nothing, just making sure I get it all worked out right." He mumbled, and barely made a noise when Layman flopped down beside him, dropping his things on the floor. It made sense, them doing this together. They'd been best friends since the beginning of secondary school, back when the worst day ever was when you got your first pimple. They'd been through a lot during primary school, both joining the track and softball teams, both competing in the annual swimming tournaments. Roscoe had even gotten second place during his third year at primary. Layman hadn't ever won anything, but that'd never mattered.
"So, wanna grab some shakes or something on the way back, ‘Co?" He finally asked, nudging his friend gently with one footpaw. The lemur grunted, lifting his golden eyes to his friend, his tail waving around distractedly.
"Yeah." He said, and then turned his face back towards the pile of books and paperwork, tuning Layman out once again. With a sigh, Layman flopped down, focusing his own attention on the process of registering. Soon enough, he'd worked it out. He'd be taking a full load of classes, but no more than two a day, which gave him a three day weekend as a result. It was a nice arrangement, and meant he'd have plenty of time to keep up with homework. One more week! He thought, and grinned as he rose to his knees and gathered up all the forms. All he had to do now was turn them in.
"Hurry up, ‘Co." He whined, struggling to juggle his armload, and waited with barely-concealed impatience while his friend got up and gathered his own things. They went together to the registration line, and waited for nearly fifteen minutes before reaching the head of the line, where a cute minx glanced at them from behind the heavy glass plate. "Just push ‘em on through there, please." Came a monotone voice. Obviously, this minx had been doing this for a long time now.
They did as they were asked, pushing the paperwork through with barely restrained excitement, and waited until the printer had spat out their combined schedules, which the minx handed back through the slot at the bottom of the glass. "Classes start next Tuesday, so make any changes you think of before then." He said, and then turned his attention to a pretty female wolf standing behind them, gesturing with one paw.
***
"I can't believe we're starting class in a week, ‘Co!" Layman said, dropping his backpack on the floor in his room. The lemur looked at him, grinning a widely as ever, and nodded.
"Yeah, it'll be cool, Layman. We even have a couple of classes together. History and....math, I think." The lemur said, his voice muffled temporarily as he pulled the thin gray shirt he'd been wearing over his head, revealing the bright, neatly combed fur beneath. "Now hurry up, I've got to be home in an hour." He finished, and Layman nodded, realizing that his friend was right, his paws moving quickly to peel off the clothes he'd picked out that morning.
Soon enough the two furs were completely naked, the room dimming as Layman moved to close the blinds all the way. It'd do no good if one of the neighbor kids looked in and saw them like this. Once that was done, he turned, shuffling across the room to lock the door, hearing the snick of the latch as it clicked into place. He had just gone to turn around (presumably to go to the bed), when he felt Roscoe's paw on his shoulder, staying his movements. "Just stay right there." The lemur growled softly into Layman's ear, and after a moment the fox felt his friend's body pressed up against him, felt the already obvious arousal pressing into his fur.
"You sure we shouldn't move to the bed? Up against the door might be a little loud." He said worriedly, trying to look over his shoulder at Roscoe but not being able to turn his head because of how close they were together. The lemur didn't give any answer at all, just pushed his hips against Layman, grinding his prick up against the fox's backside.
Layman realized that there was no way he was going to talk Roscoe into moving to the bed. Apparently the lemur had been pent up all morning, and simply hadn't had the time to pull the fox into a bathroom somewhere. He didn't say as much, of course, but Layman knew just by the way the lemur was acting that he was sexually frustrated. So, instead of trying to push the issue, he just let it be, hoping that no one would hear anything.
Their movements against each other were comfortable, routine. From the way that Roscoe's paws slid over the fox's body to the way that Layman writhed against him in response. It was all an old dance, one they'd been experiencing with each other since their first years of high school. "Mmph. That's it." Layman practically wriggled in delight at the lemur's soft growl in his ear, feeling the euphoria rush through his body, barely noticing the uncomfortable way his own cock was pressing against the wooden door.
Roscoe solved that small problem by suddenly pulling away from Layman, turning him around by one shoulder. For a moment they stood there, staring at each other. Layman's expression was one of complete and utter adoration, practically glowing with love for his friend. Roscoe's, on the other hand, was cool and analytical â€" more business-like than anything else. The fox, however, had never noticed this.
"Go ahead." The lemur breathed, and Layman sank to his knees, not even bothered by the way that Roscoe's heavy paw settled between his ears. They had done this a hundred times before, after all, and each step was laid out clearly. Layman knew what to do, knew what was expected. They had rarely changed how they had sex. The routine was what they had grown comfortable with, and made embarrassing moments all the fewer.
On his knees, Layman shifted around until he was comfortable, until he knew his legs wouldn't go dead from the pressure. He had barely situated himself at all when Roscoe's hand abruptly pushed his head forwards, forcing the head of the lemur's prick past Layman's lips and into his mouth. There was already a fresh coat of pre-cum on the tip of Roscoe's prick, which drove a shudder of delight down Layman's spine. He let his tongue swirl along the length of his friend's arousal, savoring each tangy drop of pre-cum. He won't let me keep this up for long. The fox thought, and wasn't surprised when Roscoe pushed on the back of his head even more, forcing the rest of his cock down Layman's throat. "That's right. Mmm. Keep going, just like that." Came the throaty murmur, and Layman was only too happy to oblige.
By the time Roscoe let Layman stand, his knees were throbbing dully, and the back of his throat was scratchy and raw from having the lemur's prick forced against it. Layman didn't mind though, knowing that the soreness would fade by the end of the night.
Layman stood in a state of semi-delirium, barely registering his friend at all. Between his legs, his dick was standing at full attention, throbbing hotly with desire. Slowly, he slumped onto the edge of his bed, relaxing his shoulders. In a minute, Roscoe would join him, and then the real fun would begin.
Roscoe never did, though. After a moment, Layman looked up, his cloudy gaze sharpening with confusion as he watched Roscoe pull the thin gray shirt back over his head. "Huh? What're you doing, ‘Co?" He said, horrified at the sound of his own voice. It sounded almost...but no, that wasn't the point. He waited until the lemur turned to him, finding that he had stood up without knowing it. He took a few steps towards Roscoe, reaching out for him, but stopped at the paw on his chest. Stopped at the paw that suddenly wrapped around his cock like a vice and began to stroke. "Just giving you one last thrill, slut." The lemur growled, but Layman was too engrossed in the almost painful hand-job that he was getting to hear the words.
Abruptly, he was drawn forwards, into a nearly violent kiss from Roscoe, who forced his tongue down Layman's throat and bit his lips until they bled. Layman found himself moaning into Roscoe's mouth, pressing against him with a desperation he didn't know he'd had, grinding his slim body up against the lemur's.
It seemed that the door was really the place where it'd all happen, though. Layman found himself whirled around almost brutally, and shoved up against the hard door like a sack of grain. He was still moaning with pleasure when he felt the engorged head of Roscoe's prick pressed up against his tail-hole, felt his own dick throb against the wooden door. He expected Roscoe to open some lubricant, expected to feel his friend's fingers rubbing against his ass. He expected it because it was what they'd always done, but it never happened.
Instead, with a throat-deep grunt, Roscoe shoved his cock into Layman, one paw holding him against the door by the back of his neck. Layman let out a low whimper that was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and felt himself humping the door out of instinct. What was his friend doing? They'd never had sex like this before. It was almost angry. And to his dismay (and delight) Layman realized that he liked it.
The lemur slammed his cock into his friend repeatedly, rattling the wooden door in it's frame with each renewed thrust. Soon enough, Layman's moans of pleasure tapered off, and then changed into soft yips of pain. "Roscoe, what're you doing...? Stop....you're hurting me. Roscoe?" The fox whimpered, but in vain. Instead, the lemur simply kept fucking him, and eventually something inside of Layman tore, and blood mixed with the pre-cum already beginning to soak the carpet.
Layman yelped, this time, and realized too late that he had nowhere to go. He was trapped between Roscoe and the door like a kit, and as far as he could tell, he was being raped like a gutter slut. It hurt, on more than one level. Physically, Layman was aching and wishing it would only stop. Emotionally, he was shredded with confusion.
Roscoe didn't give him the chance to protest anymore, though, only clamped one paw over Layman's muzzle, effectively silencing him as he continued to pound his prick into the fox. "Mmph. Almost..." The lemur muttered, causing Layman to twitch with excitement despite his situation. This part, at least, he knew.
"Almost.." Roscoe muttered again, and abruptly his thrusts became staccato, jerking and losing all rhythm. The force that he slammed his prick into the fox, even jerkily as he did it, drove a hairline crack into the frame. Layman barely noticed it, only half-aware that he'd have to fix it before his parents saw the damage. With a grunt, and several deep, bone-jarring thrusts, the lemur climaxed, pinning the hapless fox against the door with bruising force.
Layman felt his sore rear-end throb as the lemur released his seed inside of the fox, filling him up with the thick, salty substance. He felt, even through his pain, the hot trails of it as it dripped down the inside of his thighs. They stayed that way for a long time, Roscoe panting heavily into the fox's ear as he rested his weight against the already aching fox. Eventually, though, the lemur pulled back, sliding his dick out of Layman with a sticky, slurping sound.
As soon as the weight was lifted from his backside, Layman crumpled to the floor, unable to support his own weight any longer. His eyes, when he lifted them to Roscoe, were filled with confusion, pain, and fear. How had their friendship â€" their relationship come to this? He moaned, realizing belatedly that his cock was still hard and throbbing, aching for release. Obviously Roscoe had noticed it too, because he grinned.
"Lick it clean, slut." He growled, and there was no mistaking what he was talking about. Layman stared at him, wondering at the change in his friend, realizing that he could barely move and wasn't even sure if he'd be able to do what Roscoe had just asked of him. That wasn't asking, idiot. He fucking demanded it! Ordered it, even! But Layman quieted that voice in his mind. Apparently, though, he had waited too long for the newly-revamped Roscoe. The lemur's paw came out, claws digging into Layman's fur as he literally dragged the fox forwards by the scruff of his neck, pushing his nose up against the flaccid, sticky length of his prick.
Layman, not knowing what else to do, slowly cleaned the cum and blood from Roscoe's cock, licking it off slowly and carefully, until at last the lemur was completely clean. Finally, his muscles still aching, Layman stood up, shakily making his way over to the bed, where he collapsed in pain and exhaustion. His own cock was still fully erect, and even that hurt, now.
He looked at Roscoe, who was just now tucking his cock into his pants and zipping his fly.
"Don't you know the rules, Layman?" The lemur said, sneering at the expression on the fox's face. "You don't bring your trash with you to college."