Kool Kat Chronicles Chapter Six: Love and Hate
#7 of Kool Kat Chronicles
Matthew Calluci is © myself and should not be used without permission
Lauren Calluci is © to the absolutely beautiful person she portrays and should not be used without her permission
James and Christie Kat are © myself and should not be used without permission
Mahtan Ellenzar is © his player and was used with permission
Simon and Sylvia Swiftpaw are © myself and should not be used without permission
Foxbat is © his owner and was respectfully used with permission
Disclaimer, please do not read this if you do not wish to read of fictional events with the following contents: Drugs, Anthropomorphic Sex involving underage furries, and Fowl language. If you do happen to read this, and are still offended; then you ish not to blame me. o.o
The quote: "I'm sorry I have to say it, but you look like you're sad, your smile is gone, I noticed it bad, the cure is if you let in just a little more love, I promise you this, a little's enough." is from the song "A Little's Enough" and is the intellectual property of Angels and Airwaves and their associates.
To Marcus: Bang, you're dead.
Kool Kat Chronicles Chapter Six: Love and Hate
Aside from afew grunts and glares, Christie and her brother had not talked or exchanged any greetings of any kind since arriving to the orphanage. That was fine with her. If he wanted to just go off and be an asshole then so be it, he wasn't any of her concern.
Now, who was her concern was the human. He was sexy, and she wanted him. The way she was looking at him from across the courtyard made her feel like a tigress gazing at her kill. What was his name...? Mark? No... Miles? Certainly not... Matt! They called him Matt.
He wore a light blue dew rag most of the time, but she was sure that he had straight brown hair. She had no clue how many pairs of wife beaters he had, but that seemed to be all he ever wore on his chest, was that all he owned? She doubted it.
The rest was baggy blue jeans and sneakers, not at all an out of the ordinary teenager, aside from the fact that he was a human. Maybe that's what attracted her so much. She didn't really know, nor did she care. Matt was her target, and soon he would be her kill...
Or so she thought.
James stood next to Matt, talking to him with a happy smile on his face. The sun was shining and it was a good day, and then she walked up.
Christie rubbed up against Matt without warning, nuzzling into his arm. "Hey there big boy..."
James smacked himself on the forehead with the palm of his paw, "Christie, what the hell do you want?"
Matt just laughed. Christie didn't find it funny. "Fuck off James."
James bit his lower lip and clenched his fists. Matt looked down at Christie, "Little girl, one: I do not have sex with anything that's likely to have fucked half of her own family, and Two: I have a boyfriend."
Christie glared at Matt, glared at her brother, then went back to glaring at Matt. A single hateful word was whispered from her muzzle "Faggots..."
James couldn't take it, she'd already ruined everything else in his life, but she wasn't going to do this in front of Matt.
James had never exactly been the violent type, but he couldn't help himself. A single paw was raised in the air, his paw. It was accompanied by the sound of a smack ringing throughout the courtyard; his paw came down fast on Christie's cheek. "What's your fucking problem?" he screamed.
He pushed Christie backward, baring his teeth. "Tell me! What's your fucking problem you little whore?"
Matt's eyes were wide in disbelief. He had never seen James act so violently.
"Stop!" Tears formed in Christie's eyes, a slight hint of genuine innocence in her voice "Big brother stop! I'm sorry!"
James only pushed her harder. "Oh, what? Now you're going to act like you care because you're in trouble?" Finally, he had pushed her hard enough to make her fall over, and he kicked her. He lifted up his leg and kicked her in the side, just before careers pulled him away.
They fumed, and they yelled, but their words meant nothing to James. Their words of anger were meaningless, at least, until he realized to where he was being taken.
The head career and owner of the orphanage, Mr. Dean, was rumored to be a mean, and harshly strict, man. There had been stories of children who went into his office and ran out crying. James, of course, knew that most of these stories and rumors were dismissible. However, how far stretched could the truth be? To some extent, he had to be harsh.
James sat in a chair in the office, waiting for the secretary in front of him to tell him it was okay to go into Mr. Dean's office. He felt like he had been here before...
The memory of his first day at Dr. Felis's school came rushing into his mind. It seemed only yesterday that the secretary was tapping away at her keyboard, smiling at James to tell him that Felis was to teach him.
The events that went on a year or so after that day seemed to be the reason he was here. He could never really decide if it was his fault, Felis's or Bob's fault that he was here. He didn't care...
He just wanted to be home.
He just wanted to be twelve again, back in his own bed. He never really considered how comfortable his old bed was until he had to sleep on the mattresses at the orphanage. He wished he could go back to the days when he was innocent enough to yiff his own sister and not pay it a second thought.
He missed those days.
He was jerked out of his day dreams of better days when the secretary called out his name and told him to enter Mr. Dean's office. He stood up from his chair and walked over to the door, placing his hand on the knob with a heavy sigh...
***
Christie sat in the nurse's office, waiting for the nurse to return with the band-aids. Her brother hadn't roughed her up too bad, but he had scared her. He had scared her bad. James had never been the violent type...
It was only now, being bruised and having her fur all in a messy fray, that she actually felt sorry. She had never really had anything against her brother being with a guy, she never had anything against gays at all for that matter. Maybe it was just all the bad blood that had been stirred up as of late...
The door creaked open slowly, the sound just audible enough to jerk Christie out of her thoughts. A gasp erupted from her muzzle as a furry maw cautiously peeked into the room. She was surprised that it was not the nurse who was entering...
It was Simon.
She tilted her head and blinked. Simon, with a charming grin and a blush through his fur, was the first to speak. "Hey... I don't think I'm really allowed in here at the moment..."
Noting that his hands were behind his back, Christie merely nodded. "Well... Maybe you should go?" She suggested, her voice letting off a hint of confusion.
Simon pulled his hands from behind his back, a small bouquet of red roses clutched in his fist. "Well, I do plan to rush out of here...," he said, with the most attractive grin he could muster. "But I figured... If you'd accept it... I would drop off this small gift. I heard what happened in the courtyard. I'm sure your bro' didn't mean anything by it..."
A strange wave of emotions had suddenly overcome Christie, she had never exactly been in a kind of situation where another fur showed actual affection, aside from the multiple yiff partners she'd had. But that was just yiff, so why was this fur giving her flowers? Was she reading too much into things?
Silently, she reached out and took the flowers. She placed them on a table at her side and simply stared at them, cautiously, as though they would explode and kill her. "Thanks..."
Simon gave one last glimpse of his charming grin and nodded. "Well... I guess I should get going." He gave a nervous chuckle then shuffled quickly out of the room.
Christie stared at the door after Simon had walked out of it. Why did he just give her these flowers... And more importantly, where did he even get them?
***
James pulled the door open, instantly greeting by a kindly sounding "Please, please! Come in! Close the door behind you!"
After doing as he was told, James looked around the room. He couldn't find the source of the voice. "Umm... Where are you?"
A head poked up from behind a large brown desk in the middle of the room. "Dropped my pen." Mr. Dean chuckled, finally exposing his full form from behind the desk, into James's plain view.
James stifled a laugh, Mr. Dean was a duck! A rather kindly seeming duck at that; this wasn't in any way a bad thing at all. No, it was funny simply because all the rumors about Mr. Dean had instantly melted away in front of James's eyes.
"James, please, have a seat." Mr. Dean motioned to a big leather chair in front of the desk with one of his feathery hands. James politely did as told.
Mr. Dean, instead of sitting behind his desk, sat in the chair next to James. "Now, I'm sure you know why you're here, James?"
He nodded softly, avoiding eye contact. "Yes, sir."
"James, I don't know if you know this or not, but I see and hear everything that goes on in my care home."
James rolled his eyes. Mr. Dean had to be one of those guys that thought they knew everything; like a principal who's school is about to get shot up. James was wrong.
"I'm sure Christie didn't mean what she said about your boyfriend."
James paused. "Huh?"
A smile played across Mr. Dean's beak. "As I said before, James, I know of everything that goes on in my domain."
"Now then," He continued "I don't very much like it when two siblings are fighting, bit of a pet peeves of mine, so if you'll promise to make up with your sister, you can go without punishment."
James blinked and nodded. "Uh... 'Kay?"
"Good!" Mr. Dean got up from his chair and ushered James out of his room. "You may go now, James." He slammed the door after pushing James out.
James felt much like a fish that had been taken off of the hook, and thrown back into its water. He was confused, yet happy that he wouldn't be in trouble.
Why the hell had Mr. Dean shoved him out of the office so quickly?
James shrugged it off, for now, anyway.
For now, he was just going to go back to the courtyard with Matt.
***
Christie padded out to the courtyard, through double doors held open by a small wooden block, all the while staring awestruck at the flowers in her paws.
Simon's words seemed to make a lot of sense to Christie. Her brother didn't mean any bit of what had gone on in the courtyard earlier in the day, and she didn't mean what she'd said at all, either.
She looked around; she could see Matt, but not James. She decided she may as well apologize to Matt, as well.
Matt was hanging upside down from monkey bars, by his knees, staring out into space as she walked up to him.
Matt was still wrapped up in his thoughts about his relationship with James, his own thoughts amplified in his mind.
'Is it even right? ....I'd never been with a guy before James, sure I always knew I liked guys.... And there's still so much he doesn't know about me...'
He was jerked from his thoughts as Christie tapped him on his elbow
To her surprise, he smiled. "Hey kid, those roses for me?" he teased, pointing to the bouquet in her paws.
She giggled softly "Nah, they were... it's not important, I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry about earlier today and... well... I don't want to do you anymore if... uh..."
Sensing her discomfort, Matt cut her off, "It's all good kid, and I hadn't planned on any 'doing' of any sort, not with you anyway, we can be friends though." At that, he gave her and awkward upside down hug.
She hugged him back, somewhat dumbfounded; again she had been shown kindness. "You're... so understanding..."
He offered her a shrug, and spoke softly, "Kid I may not have gone through the exact same things you went through, but I know what it's like to be out of your fucking mind at eleven."
She let out an awkward laugh, and nodded, unquestioning to his comment, simply moving onto another topic. "Do you know where James is?"
"Nah," he laughed, "But did you hear what happened to Lauren and Mahtan?"
"Um... No?"
"They were found laying half naked together in one of the bathrooms."
Christies eyes went wide "Oh damn, are they in trouble?"
Matt shook his head "Nah, they were found by a student, one cool enough to simply wake them up and tell them to be on to their dorms."
Christie giggled, "How're they dealing with being caught?"
"Shit, Lauren hasn't been seen since, word is that she's been keeping herself locked up in the dorm, and Mahtan is down at the library, I think."
She nodded, "Hey I have to go find James so I can-" she was cut off, by James.
"Well, speak of the devil." Matt grinned at his boyfriend.
"Find me so you can what, sis?" he smiled softly down at his little sister.
Christie turned to face him, looking up to her older brother. "I... well, I'm sorry." She couldn't think of anything else to say, she felt as though her words were empty, meaningless with no body or thought.
James understood.
"It's cool sis...," he hugged her "I was thinking... we haven't been getting along very much lately... couldn't we just bury the hatchet?"
She hugged him back, and giggled softly "Yeah big brother... we're good."
"Hey, you guys!" Mahtan came running through the courtyard, towards the monkey bars, standing next to Matt. He punched matt in the shoulder playfully, which was kind of awkward with Matt still being upside down.
"Hey you guys, you seen Lauren around lately?" his eyes were squinted softly behind the small glasses atop his muzzle, as if trying to concentrate.
Matt answered, "Nope, but I heard that she was in the girl's dorm. Doing what? I don't know."
Mahtan's concentration had failed him, and he stared vacantly at one of the trees in the courtyard.
"Mahtan!" Matt called out.
"Oh, what?" He answered, tilting his head with a questioning look.
"I said, Lauren should be in the girl's dorm."
"Oh, thanks." He turned and trotted off without as much as a goodbye.
James shook his head softly, watching Mahtan jog off into the building.
"Is he always so... Vacant?" Christie asked.
Matt nodded, "Yeah, but we love him anyway, right James?"
James laughed softly, "Yeah, sure."
In a minute flat Mahtan stood outside the door to the girl's dorm, staring at it, wondering if he should go in.
And then the door hit him on the nose.
"Owww!"
"Who the hell- Oh! Mahtan!" Lauren made her way slowly from behind the door, blushing and looking down at her feet. "Hey..."
Mahtan bit his lower lip and rattled his brains to try to think up something good to say "Hey..." He had to think, there had to be something he could say that would mean something.
Mahtan had never been good with words, absent minded, and seemingly dull witted, but he could remember one thing, he loved this girl.
"Lauren, I love you."
He kissed her; he pushed his muzzle forward to her mouth and kissed her lips, tenderly, lovingly.
It was all he needed to say.
***
Simon would cut his finger, just a little bit, always just a little bit, and never more. It was always such a bittersweet sensation; he always wanted to cut just a little deeper.
Blood came from the small cut in his finger, soft red in color and oozing slowly from the wound.
He needed these moments; he needed to bleed to release the real pain from his heart. He wasn't sure why it worked, but it did. Feeling physical pain easily reduced emotional pain.
Maybe, just this time, he would cut a little deeper...
"Hey is anyone in here?"
A voice rang out, as Simon was taken from his state of mind, back into the cruddy bathroom stall in which he sat. "Yeah, I'm takin' a shit, leave me alone!" he growled.
"Sheesh, alright already."
Simon then growled at his knife, a small butterfly. The knife seemed to control his actions; it seemed to want him to cut deeper...
He needed to find Christie again.
He stood up and shoved the knife in his back pocket; he walked outside the stall, and stared his own face in a mirror above one of the sinks. "You are in control."
The canine in the mirror that stared back at him mimicked his words.
He looked at himself, at what he'd become in recent days, he had slightly noticeable black bags under his eyes, from lack of sleep, small healing cuts on his fingers, the smallest of black tips on his pointed ears.
In his eyes were always a hint of determination, a somewhat hardened feeling, he had become somewhat muscular, but not in a brawly sort of way. He was skinny, but strong.
He turned from the mirror and walked out.
***
Meanwhile, James and Matt were still in the courtyard; Christie had gone off into the building.
"So..." James started, "Anymore word on our Swiftpaw?"
Matt shook his head softly, now in a sitting position atop the monkey bars. "Nah... My guy comes in Monday to give me news."
James tilted his head, "I wish you'd tell me who this 'guy' is..."
Ever since James had known Matt, Matt had had 'a guy' that came to the fence of the courtyard at Midnight, on planned dates, to meet Matt and tell him the news from the City in which Matt once lived, beyond the small patch of woods.
James didn't really know much, Matt had always had a shady background, one he didn't easily talk about. James knew that Matt had come from a city not afew miles away, he had been abandoned at an early age, and had run with a lot of the wrong people.
James needed more, and it was time to start asking questions. "Matt, come on, you need to tell me things if you want this to work out."
Matt sighed and jumped down from the Monkey Bars, onto the ground below. He stretched softly, "James, I don't like to make you feel left out, so I tell you what, come next Monday you can meet my guy."
James blinked "Sounds great." A lack of words had stricken him, for some reason.
"James... I... I love you."
"I love you too... is something wrong?" James hugged Matt from behind, nuzzling into the back of his neck softly.
Matt pulled away, but James' grip only grew tighter, "James... I'm really scared to get too into this relationship, I'm afraid we'll only be hurt in the end."
James reached his muzzle up to his lover's ear, and sang softly. "I'm sorry I have to say it, but you look like you're sad, your smile is gone, I noticed it bad, the cure is if you let in just a little more love, I promise you this, a little's enough."
In a sense, it was 'their song'; they had danced together to that song the first night Matt had gotten the album from 'his guy'. It was taken away the day after, when discovered by the careers.
It seemed to fit the situation.
"James..." Matt turned and kisses hid boyfriend on the lips, in front of every soul in the courtyard.
This meant the world to James; they had before made it a rule not to kiss in front of people, aside from their friends, but something about what Matt was doing made James feel warm inside. He felt... Special.
Matt broke the kiss, to speak. "James I know I haven't been showing how much you mean to me... but I promise to be a better friend...," he paused "Boyfriend... from now on."
James giggled softly and hugged Matt tight, "Cross your heart and hope to die?"
Matt laughed with his arms around his lover. "Yeah, that too."
Monday night came fast for the couple, to their surprise they faced little to no criticism over their relationship; in fact no one had really bothered them at all.
Now James felt... anxious. In truth he didn't know how to feel, a lot of questions about Matt's past could be answered tonight, then again he may just meet some weird carnie type person.
He really had no clue what to expect.
The night was a cold one, James was wearing one of Matt's wife beaters, and it hung loose on his thin chest.
"Is he here yet?" James gave a soft sneeze.
"Chill hun, you'll know when he's here." Matt wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, to keep him warm.
The night sky was starless, and clouds hung low over the moon, a soft fog around the two. They were at a corner in the fencing, Matt was looking around.
James couldn't help but get an eerie feeling, the silence was just a little too silent, and the darkness just a little too dark. There were no rustlings in the bushes, or trees behind the fence.
A voice then rang from the night, a rather loud arrogant voice.
"You faggot ass, pussy ass, K.Y. Jelly packin' ass, Broke Back Mountain lookin' mother fucker!"
Matt grinned with a gleam in his eyes that James had never seen before.
"Yeah, what? You tooth fairy, pouch carrying one eye wanna-be havin' mother fucker?" He called back.
A figure emerged from the trees beyond the fences.
James looked at Matt, tilted his head, and blinked.
The figure approaching from the woods was, indeed, quite odd. He was... perhaps some sort of avian? He defiantly had a pair of wings, or some other large contraption jutting out from his back.
James was pulled from his ogling of the strange new creature, by being pulled closer to the fence by Matt.
"And who's this faggot ass girly bitch lookin' mother fucker?" the strange creature countered his own words, by kneeling down on his knee and pulling James' paw through one of the holes in the wire fence, and placing a small kiss on the back, in a very gentleman like manner.
"James." He replied dumbfoundedly.
"Charmed."
"And you?"
Matt interjected. "This, my dear, this multitalented worthless piece of shit goes by many names, but we call him Foxbat."
"Yeah, let me show you." Foxbat said through the darkness, the fence, and the fog.
He seemed to be digging into his crotch, James really couldn't tell.
A light emitted from Foxbat's paws, he shined the light down to reveal that he had been digging into a medium sized hip pouch.
He then shined the flashlight to his muzzle. James was caught off guard to find that a vulpine stared back at him; he was wearing an eye-patch...
"But... wings..." James' head was beginning to hurt.
"Foxbat," said the strange male "Father was a Bat, my mother was a Fox."
"Oh boy was she ever!" Matt teased.
"Fuck you." Foxbat shot his friend a one finger salute.
"Yeah yeah, anyway what news do you bring, my odd eye-patchiod friend?"
Foxbat lifted up the patch and dug in his pouch again, pulling out a small sheet of paper, he shined the flash light on it.
"First order of business, the outside world: Weed prices are up as some 'dro got leaked into a bag of-"
"Next order of business." Matt cut him off.
James gave Matt an odd look.
Foxbat looked at James and nodded, "Yeah, um...," looking back down at the sheet. "Oh, major notice, Simon is off his fucking rocker and to be stayed away from-"
He was cut off once again "What do you mean 'off his fucking rocker'?" Matt inquired.
"I mean he's nuts, he's supposed to be on medication but the orphanage can't afford it; apparently he's suicidal too."
"Christ, it's a good thing we haven't met him yet." James jutted into the conversation.
Foxbat nodded. "Yeah, I mean from what I've heard you really would be best staying away from this guy... avoid him, if you can."
"Okay, so we have a loon in our home, clear, what else?"
"The boys say hi, and they've been pouring liquor on the corners for you." Foxbat answered.
"You tell them all they're no good bastards and that it'll take more than this little piece of shit orphanage to break me." Matt scoffed.
"I got Pink Floyds' 'Dark Side of the Moon.' the other day."
"Score! Burn me a copy?"
Foxbat rolled his eyes, "Man, how the fuck am I supposed to burn you a copy?"
"I thought Marcus had a laptop?"
Foxbat paused.
"What's the matter, he had to pawn it again?"
"No... the laptop is still good... He was shot."
Matt's eyes went wide and without missing a beat he responded. "When?"
"Last night."
"Oh fuck... is he...?"
Foxbat nodded; a grimacing look on his muzzle. "I'm sorry man..."
"Oh wow man... I mean don't be sorry I just never saw that happening to him..."
Foxbat nodded again "He was a good guy... I brought some smoke with me, but I don't know if you still do that..."
Matt took off his dew rag and clenched it up in his fist, pressing it to his chin with a frustrated look on his face. "James, I'd never usually ask you to let me do this... but I really want to be fucked up right now." He looked at his lover, "Can I?"
James tilted his head, "I don't know..."
"Please." A begging tone was hinted in his voice.
"Well... alright." James shrugged.
James wasn't against drugs, and he wasn't for them. He had never really given the issue much thought.
Foxbat held out a lighter, and a rather fat blunt to his friend, "You deserve to do the honors; he was closer to you than anybody."
Matt shrugged and put one end in his mouth, lighting up the other. "He was never really 'close' to anybody. You know how Marcus was... Always so locked up, quiet."
There was silence aside from a sot burning sound, and darkness except for the glowing red tip of the blunt.
Matt pulled it away, inhaled, then exhaled. He sat on the ground in silence, his back against the fencing, one knee pulled up to his chest, his other leg stretched out forward. He hit the blunt again.
He went to pass it to Foxbat through the fence.
"Wait...," James spat out awkwardly "Let me... do it."
Matt shrugged and passed the blunt to his lover, Foxbat simply sat back and watched.
"Man I love watching first timers." Foxbat grinned.
James held the blunt awkwardly, and stared at it in thought. 'Maybe I shouldn't...' the thought lingered in his mind, until he pushed it away.
James puffed on the end of the blunt..
The feeling was not instant for James, but it did come after his second hit; a strange tingly sensation overcame his body, a feeling of pure innocent happiness, and he wanted to smile.
"Two puff pass, James." Matt snickered softly, running his fingers through his brown hair.
James nodded and went to pass the blunt to Matt; Foxbat cleared his throat.
"Oh right, sorry about that, man." James giggled softly, and passed it to Foxbat through the fence.
James stared about, the world around him felt like a safer place to be in than usual, and the woods outside the fence didn't look anywhere near as scary. He noted that the moon was simply beautiful.
They kept the rotation going for as long as they could.
James became less and less talkative as the blunt became shorter; however he was quick to offer a giggle to jokes, and nods to comments.
Foxbat, however, grew very talkative.
"And when we get you out of this place things'll get better man, we're gonna all get jobs and hustle harder... and then we'll get you a car man... we'll all get cars, and and maybe we can all settle down, y'know? Stop worrying about life man, that's all we really want..."
Matt checked his watch "Man, shut the fuck up." He stood up and gave his friend a sort of hand shake through the fence "We gotta get in man, it's two fifty three."
"A'right, same time next Monday?"
"Sure."
"See ya." Foxbat turned and walked off into the woods.
"James," he tapped his lover on the shoulder. "Get up babe we gotta get inside."
He shook James a little harder.
"Uh, wha?"
Matt snickered, "You done fucked around and got stoned..."
"Fuck you." James stood up and snickered softly, then wobbled and grabbed the fence.
Matt put an arm around his lover. "Let's go this way." He turned towards the building.
"Okay then." James laid a paw on his boyfriend's chest, wrapping the other around his waist as they walked. "I love you Matt."
"I love you too babe." Matt smiled down at the somewhat smaller male.
"Why were you and your friend cussin' eachother out though?"
Matt shrugged. "Never really thought about why, we just do. It's only in fun though, we don't mean it."
"I know, it's just... odd."
"Maybe a little bit, but then again nothing about Foxbat is normal." Matt snickered.
"Do you want to have sex?" James looked up at Matt.
"Huh?" Matt's eyes went wide. "I.. uhh...," He bit his lip.
James giggled and groped Matt's crotch playfully. "I said, 'do you wanna have sex?'"
Matt jumped away from James, a bewildered look on his face. "I don't know, fuck, back off!" He fumed.
James looked down at his feet and stopped walking. "I'm sorry... but we haven't ever gotten... 'physical' before and I was just thinking... maybe we should..."
"Well," Matt looked away, and shoved his hands in his pockets "we shouldn't." his tone was cold, firm.
James scoffed "You're so fucking full of yourself, you know that? Are you ever going to think of my needs in this relationship without me having to remind you to do so?"
Matt narrowed his eyes "Do you think it's easy for me to open up to some guy?
"Some guy?!" James hissed.
"You hardly know any fucking thing about me!"
"I would know if you'd just tell me," James looked deep into the narrowed eyes of his lover, splaying his ears, but calming his voice. "What are you so afraid of? What are you hiding from?"
Matt pulled his dew rag back on and stomped into the building without another word.
"Fine!" James blurted out "Fuck you!"
James walked alone the rest of the way to the boys' dorm, and crawled in his bed.
He leaned against one of the rails on his bed, it was a bunk bed, and he had the bottom bunk. No one rested on the top bunk to hear him crying into his pillow, quietly, but hard. Normally, Matt would occupy that bunk, but he was nowhere in sight.
It was as though the last couple years had just caught up with James, and he wanted to die. He remembered his mother, his uncle, Sylvia, everyone he had lost throughout the years.
He held his sides and let out a small scream into his pillow, he punched the bed over and over again until his muscles grew weak.
'It's not right!' he screamed inside his mind 'I deserve to be happy, what the fuck did I ever do that was so bad?' he bit his pillow and tugged at it with his teeth, pushing into it with his paws, and digging his claws into it until feathers came out.
He tossed the pillow to the other side of the room, watching feathers fall to the floor as it flew, and then hit the wall.
And then... Nothing.
James was weak, tired, depressed, and he needed sleep.
He curled up into a little ball and whined one last time, before drifting off into a deep slumber...
The morning came, and so did the one after, and so forth.
It had been a week, Matt and James hadn't said a word about their little spat, in fact, they hadn't said anything to eachother at all.
It was Tuesday morning, and Matt sat out in the Courtyard alone, he was watching the sun come up, wearing his usually ensemble, except with a blue plaid-like designed button up, over his wife beater, the buttons were unbuttoned. His dew rag matched the button up.
He was sitting on a wooden table, the kind one might see in an old park, or children's school playground.
He also wore a somewhat small pair of Aviators, and they covered up his eyes mysteriously. Behind the glasses was an intense stair, as if he would miss the sun as it rose, casting a bright display of red and gold across the sky.
He had been here since dark, in fact he hadn't slept since his meeting with Foxbat, whom had brought some roses from a near by field to Matt.
They were for James.
Matt had been planning to make up with James, but he wasn't sure how.
He tugged at his dew rag and looked away from the sky for a moment. 'Why can't I just open up to him? What's wrong with me?'
He punched the table, and then took afew deep breaths.
Matt stretched out, his back on the table, his legs hanging down from the end, the roses lying next to him.
"Holy shit, did you change your clothes?" a laugh came from afar in the Courtyard.
Matt jumped up in surprise; it was Christie.
"Nah," Matt rang back "I just put on a button up, and some glasses."
Christie sat up beside Matt on the table, leaning into his side softly with a sigh. "It's beautiful, huh?" she looked up.
"Huh? Oh... yeah, it is.... You're rather close to me, you know." Matt pushed the cub softly.
She giggled and snuggled into him again. "Hush, I promise my intentions are pure, I... have a boyfriend now."
Matt turned his head and looked down, directly at her. "An... actual boyfriend?"
Christie nodded.
"Like... real dating boyfriend type person?"
She nodded again.
"As in no more nympho kitten?"
She stuck out her tongue, and gave him the finger. "Nope, no more 'nympho kitten'." Her voice carried a dreadful mocking tone.
"Wow," Matt clapped "I'm impressed, so who's the lucky fella?"
"His name is Simon."
"Who?"
"Simon Swiftpaw."
"uhhhh...." Matt stuttered.
"What is it now...?" Christie eyed Matt peculiarly.
"I just haven't heard... great things about him." Matt coughed.
"Oh really?"
Matt shrugged.
"Well, for your information he's a great guy." Christie stretched softly.
"Good," Matt smiled. "Speaking of dates and things of that matter, have you seen James today?"
"He sleeps a bunk below you, and you don't know where he is?" Christie teased.
"I haven't been in tonight; I've been out here since midnight." Matt yawned.
"O-kay." Giggled Christie. "I guess he's asleep."
"I'll wait 'till he wakes up." Matt looked back to the sky, the earlier gold and red had faded to a more normal blue, but still with hints of the rich golden sky that was.
"You know," Matt looked back at Christie, "I haven't seen Simon in the Boy's dorm, surly he doesn't sleep with the girls, the fiend?" he joked.
"No, actually he has his own room. It's quite convenient."
Matt lifted a brow from behind his sunglasses "Now why in the hell would he have his own room?"
Christie shrugged.
"Out of curiosity, where's the room at?"
"Well," Christie explained "take a left coming out of the boys dorm entrance, then you'll hit a janitor closet, in the closet is another door, and that's where he would reside."
"Interesting..." Matt stood on his feet, stretching and yawning. "Christie, I think I'm going to head to bed after all, I'm tired as fuck."
"Funny, never encountered a tired fuck."
"Very funny," Matt rolled his eyes. "Look, those roses right there, make sure they get to James for me, please?"
"Well of course, Matty dearest." Christie giggled.
"Thanks," Matt began heading into the building. "It's important, don't forget, and tell him I want to talk to him."
"Alright."
'So... in the Janitors closet, better run in there some time, just to poke around' Matt snickered to himself, stretching softly, he wasn't really heading to the boys dorm.
He wanted coffee.
There was a small kitchen area that provided a microwave, with ramen and things of that sort, and a coffee pot too.
Matt arrived to the kitchen and he looked around for the stack of disposable cups, and found them by the sink, he took one and poured coffee to the tip of it, he sat in a small chair, placed at a round table.
The lighting in the place wasn't very good; it seemed to be nothing more than a shade of yellow cast across the walls and floor, with no genuine light at all.
Another, a fur, walked into the room.
The pathetic looking soul seemed to be deprived of sleep, with small cuts on his fingers.
Matt whistled "Hey man, you alright? You're cut..."
"I'm fine," grunted the canine in a rather scratchy monotone "Just had an accident."
Matt shrugged. "If you say so."
The dog grunted again, and then sat across from Matt with a cup of Coffee.
Matt decided to introduce himself; he reached a hand out across the table. "Name's Matt, nice to meet you."
The fur took Matt's hand, and shook it in his paw. "Simon."
Matt paused. "Um... Your name is Simon?" he took a nervous sip of coffee.
Simon propped his feet up on a chair next to him, leaning back. "Yup."
He seemed uninterested in conversation, Matt didn't care. "Well," Matt stood up "Please excuse me, I need to head to the bathroom." Matt left the room with a shrug from Simon.
Now was the perfect time to explore Simon's room. Matt figured it would take afew minutes for Simon to finish his coffee, and then he was probably going to look for Christie, so he had plenty of time.
Matt walked with long anxious strides; eagerness in his eyes, his hands shook as he reached for the doorknob of the janitor's closet. He wasn't sure why he was so excited, or what he was looking to find, perhaps it was just the thought of being caught. That was the last thing he wanted.
He pulled the door open, jumped into the closet then closed the door behind himself. 'Okay, don't think anyone saw me...'
He took off his sunglasses and shoved them into his pocket, to let his eyes get adjusted to the darkness of the closet. He easily found the other door, it pushed open, with no doorknob.
The room was small, and the ceiling seemed to tilt. In fact, it hardly seemed large enough to fit the bed and night stand that sat in it, a small light hung from above, the light switch was by the door. There was another door on the other side of the room, probably a closet, Matt thought.
Matt Turned on the lights and winced softly, the light was a little too bright for such a small room. He put his sunglasses back on.
He walked around the bed, and opened the drawer on the night stand. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There was a handkerchief, afew candles, a lighter, a knife...
Matt paused in thought, where would Simon get a knife or a lighter? "So, maybe I'm not the only one with friends in the outside world..."
Matt grabbed the knife, and stuffed it in his pocket. 'Better for me to have this damn thing, than him.' He thought.
He stretched and yawned softly, being awake all night was starting to take its toll on Matt. He decided to check the closet next.
As Matt moved toward the closet, he paused and listened. He could have sworn he had heard a door closing, but he dismissed the thought and stretched again, it had to be his mind playing tricks on him, he needed sleep.
And then the doorknob turned with a soft creaking noise. Little bells and whistles went off in Matt's mind, screaming for him to get out of sight before the door opened. Doing the first thing that came to mind, he scrambled down onto the floor and crawled under the bed.
Simon and Christie came stumbling into the room together, not even bothering to close the door behind them. They were all over eachother, planting wild passionate kisses on eachother's muzzle, neck and ears. They fell over onto the bed.
Their eyes closed and arms wrapped tightly around eachother, they fumbled to remove different items of clothing as fast as they could, not even suspecting the intruder hiding beneath them.
Matt stayed quiet as he saw Christie's top fly to one side of the room, and her bra to another. His mind seemed to be split into three different modes, panic, arousal, and humor.
Meanwhile, Simon's muzzle had found its way a little lower than Christie's, it was taking turns between nibbling both sides of her neck. They had discovered recently that Christie's neck was a rather nice hot spot for her.
Between each nibble, nip and lick Christie let out little moans, her scent becoming thick in the air as her young passage had become slick in her panties. Simon remained in his place, giving Christie's neck a hard bite right below her chin while raking a claw up and down her leg in a slow teasing manner.
"Oh, Simon..." Christie moaned out softly and bit her lip, a shiver running down her spine. She gripped the sheets with her paws and dug into them with her fingers, her legs spread reflexively, as if inviting Simon to play with her nether regions.
Simon took the invitation; he stopped teasing and let his paw slide up her skirt, letting his fingers softly rub at Christie's lips, enjoying the dampness of her panties. He pressed into her clit through her panties, to receive another moan from Christie.
He gripped the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to her knees. Pressing a finger slowly into her, while still biting and nibbling her neck, he whispered softly to her between bites. "God, I love you Christie..." his finger pumped into, and out of her sweet treasure, getting it coated in her juices.
His other paw, however, went slowly towards the nightstand drawer.
Matt watched Simon's paw from under the bed, knowing that he was going for the knife, luckily Matt knew that the knife was safe in his pocket. Simon felt around inside the cabinet and paused.
"Shit..." Simon grunted.
"What?" Christie whined.
"I'm out of condoms."
Matt sighed in relief.
Christie whimpered out, "Could you at least finish me off, please?"
Simon laughed softly "Anything for you, babe."
Simon stopped his nibbling and chewing of her neck, and instead brought his muzzle downward, pressing it into his lover's warm wet folds. He licked Christie's clit slowly, and let his fingers resume pumping in and out of her wet treasure, hot nectar coating them once again.
Simon pulled his fingers out, and gave them a little lick.
"Let me have some." Christie giggled
"Certainly," Simon grinned and held his fingers up to Christie's muzzle. She grabbed his wrist with both of her paws and lapped slowly at the fingers extended to her. Simon took the moment to lower his head once again, and begin twirling his tongue in slow circles around Christie's clit.
Christie gripped his paw tighter, biting down on the fingers with a soft groan, and baring her teeth around them. Her legs were stretched out, extended in the air, her toes pointing out and curling in pleasure.
She released his paw from her grasp, letting Simon slide his fingers back into her dripping snatch. She began to pant out in pleasure, her tongue hanging out her of muzzle somewhat as one of her paws began to tease her breast, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She rest her other paw on Simons head. "Oh, Simon..."
She could feel her body tensing up, getting close to her orgasm, she placed both her paws on Simon's head, gripping his headfur and pulling it in a rough, harsh manner. Meanwhile, Simon was going wild, his tongue lashing out at Christie's helpless clit. The way she pulled his head fur, and moaned for him turned him on so, causing him to get even more into his actions.
Finally it hit Christie like a ton of bricks, her orgasm coming over her body with a powerful wave. "I'm cumming!" She moaned out and closed her eyes tight, scratching into Simon's headfur with her claws wildly, as her warm cum slide down upon Simon's eager tongue.
Meanwhile Matt nearly trembled under the bed, listening to each noise made above him. He closed his eyes, just trying to let the moments pass without making any noise himself.
He heard an awkward rustling, some hushed chatter, and then he saw two footpads appear on the floor next to him. He watched as Christie put her clothes on, and walked out the door.
Matt hadn't yet seen Simon's footpads, and this worried him, for it meant that he was still in the room with a possibly psychotic fur. He heard more rustling.
Fear shot into Matt's eyes as he heard the nightstand drawer opening. If Simon noticed the knife gone, he would know that someone had been in his room snooping around.
Simon moved around the few contents of the drawer with his paw, baring his teeth in quiet anger. 'Where is my knife?' he screamed out in his mind.
Simon jumped out of his bed, and put on the only item of clothing he had removed, his shirt. He growled and punched the wall, hard.
He bit his lip and closed his eyes, standing there in silence.
Matt had been watching from under the bed when Simon stood up, he was at an odd angle, but it let him see Simon from his head, to his feet. He could tell the canine was angry, but he wasn't sure why Simon was just... standing there.
He winced his eyes, staring hard at Simons lip... what was he doing?
A moment of disgust overcame Matt, as he covered his mouth to keep himself from gasping, and being caught.
Simon's lip was bleeding.
By,
Proffesor Kool Kat