Runaway Hostel Chapter 1
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"Runaway hostel"
Author's note: Hi! This is my first story I posted. Ever. Landmark occation!
That being said, I have some ideas on other chapters, but if this isn't all that good,
I will simply scratch it and make a new story. Thanks in advance for reading, and
please leave responces as to how I can make it better, how it was awesome, or how
you would like to see it continue. I won't mind some constructive critisism :3
Anyways, I delay you long enough. Enjoy!
The wooden sign hung obtusely off of one hinge, hitting against the seemingly rotting siding of the ancient building whenever the gust picked up. Issac looked in almost disbelief. Just a few hours ago he was in a nice warm house, a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. Now he was reduced to this - a crummy hostel on the outskirts of town in between a rundown pub and a rundown apartment complex. But storms are kicking up and he was well away from walking distance of his home, and if he came back crawling to his family now, he would seem weak.
Taking one deep breath in through his nose, he placed one shaky paw on the door handle. Ya know, he thought to himself, trying to keep his mind away from his desperate situation. I could have sworn, just now, that I smelled mum's fresh -
"Cookies through the medical mask." The ferret said, almost in an idiotic ramble, looking confused at the rather large plate of warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies. The plate was sitting on a table in an extremely well furnished table in what seemed to be the lobby of a well known hotel. Isaac took one step back outside, to the rotting siding and the nearly blown off wooden sign in the more frequent gust of wind, and did a double take. No way this could be the same place.
"Come on, your letting the heat out." A voice said from behind the counter, shooting Isaac back into reality. He took one nervous step inside, the door shutting itself behind him.
"E-Excuse me, Sir, I - "
"It's MA'AM!" The rather raspy voice called out from behind the counter again, although a body was nowhere to be found. As Issac took one more step forward, the source of the voice was finally revealed. The sight could only be described as Pumbaa from the Lion King and Qiu Yuen from Kung Fu hustle somehow got spliced together, with more make up. "And I can only assume you are some ungrateful punk who wanted to run away from your home, hmm?" The rather short warthog said in a demeaning tone. "What? Didn't get dessert? Got a spanking? A scolding?"
Issac pulled the cloth string behind his head, medical mask revealing his face. His muzzle was cut, bloodied, and bruised, a dry line of blood running from his nose down his chin. In the light, his eyes were red and swollen, signs he was crying for some time. The warthog took several long strides towards the beaten youth and tugged on his shirt, forcing him to kneel. "Oh, you poor thing! Here, walk back into the first room and I will send Lost there to fix you up. Lost! Lost - Oh that Husky is never here when you need him and always here when you don't." The lady said as she stormed back into the dark recesses of the deceivingly luxurious hostel.
Isaac, convinced he was alone, looked over his shoulder to the plate of warm cookies and licked his fat, cracked lip. He hasn't eaten since tea time, eight hours ago.
"Want one? Go ahead," A second voice said, the source right next to his ear. "That's why I baked them." This voice was warmer, almost melodic, making the ferret relax. He turned around to greet the -
"Guy?"
Giggling, a husky offers a paw and a gentle smile. "Of course! T' name's Lost. And you are?" He asks, closing his eyes. Isaac took a moment to examine the husky. The first words that came to mind were luscious, extravagant, upper class. His posture was perfect, his coat was well brushed (except for his back), and a slight sheen made his purple and gold fur shine. His golden paws and feet, tail tip, stomach, ear tips, and muzzle seemed to radiate warmth, while his purple seemed to draw in all the cold in the room. His facial expression was the very definition of the word serenity.
Until Issac noticed he was completely naked.
Grasping the paw, trying to keep focused on his face, the ferret closes his eyes as well and smiles. "Isaac."
"Well? Want a cookie?" Lost asked again, motioning over to the warm plate of cookies. "They don't have any nuts in them, if that's what you're worried about."
"No no, nuts are fine." Issac said nervously, walking over to the now cooled cookies. "So... Who is that lady that -"
"Gave you the warm welcoming?" Lost finished, walking over to the now eating ferret. "That is Nanny. She pretty much started this place from the ground up. Though, to be honest, we haven't gotten many customers in this here city for quite some time."
Although the ferret was listening to every word the husky was saying, the only thing coming to mind was the following:
Why are you naked?
You have more hostels?
And how the heck did you make these cookies? These are heaven!
"Well, how did you meet -"
"Ah, there you are, you lazy dog!" The warthog said rather annoyed to the smirking Lost. "Can't you see that we have an injured guest? And you know a storm is coming up - Quick, fix him up before the power goes out!"
Lost simply smiled and bowed. "Love you, too, Nan." he said as he gabbed Isaac by the paw, tugging him back into an empty room. "Come on, Ferret! The last room has the medical kit."
"Come on, take it off." Lost said in a joking, playful manor. "I'm not gunna bite you, just fix ya' up."
Isaac looks awkwardly to his feet paws and shook his head. "B-But I have... No clothes with me!" He explained rationally, backing up against a mirror. "I don't want to be naked..."
"You're about my build, a bit smaller, but still I think I have some clothes that can fit you." The husky says as he walks out. "Just strip and I will get you some clothes to wear!"
Isaac hesitated then nodded to himself as he slid his shirt off, exposing his chest and back. Looking in the mirror, he could count and date every scar littered across his wonderful monochromatic pelt. At one time he was idolized for his almost aphrodisiac-like appearance. Now, well, no one can look at him without either pity or disgust. The scars on his body, his face, are like unwanted beacons for sympathy. He hated them more than anything.
"Hey Isaac! I thought that these'd fit you! They were my old-"
Isaac turned around, slowly, his tattered garments discarded to the floor. The only thing severing the gaze of the speechless husky and the rest of the ferret was his long tail wrapped around his waist. "L-Lost!" The ferret said, blushing furiously. "Get out of here!" Isaac was getting defensive. The last thing he wanted was this strange husky's sympathy.
"Isaac, your body, it's..."
"Scarred? Mutilated?" Isaac said almost bitterly.
Lost dropped a pair of cream-colored cotton pants and stepped towards Isaac, his eyes transfixed on the blushing ferret's. Isaac tried to step back, pressing his back against the mirror as his canine friend walked closer, his body inches from Isaac. "Absolutely beautiful." The husky finally finished as he softly caressed his fleshy paw pad against Isaac's muzzle. The ferret gasped at the contact, his tail constricting tighter around his waist. Lost was vexed.
"Y-You mind telling me what the Hell you think you are doing, Lost?" Isaac spat fearfully, his paws clenching at his chest. "Y-You thing you can just walk up to me and --"
Lost pressed a single finger against the ferret's lips and shushed him like a child. "Isaac... Why were you kicked out of your house? Why did you run away?"
The question hit him like a gunshot. Thunder struck appropriately, making him jump out of his fur in shock. His eyes started tearing up as the fight from before played in his head again. His breathing became rapid and unstable. Panic filled his mind with the shouts of his drunken father and sobs of a brokenhearted mother. Lost moved forward and embraced the ferret tightly, stroking his long dark brown hair with gentle fingers.
The warthog opened the door to the room quickly, causing both boys to look at the sudden commotion. "Lost! I told you that a storm was comin'! Now why haven't you fetched the poor lad some candles, some food, or Heaven forbid you do something useful like get him some clothes! What are you doing in here, anyways? I told you his room was-"
"Nanny." Lost interrupted, his voice frigid and precise. Glaring over his shoulder, the husky simply spat the following orders. "Candles are in the storage closet above the blankets, you know where my clothes are, and you know where hot food is. Go. Set up his room for two. And clock me out for the night. Isaac seems to be losing his shock..." The husky said softly as he turned his attention back to the ferret who is staring blankly at a flickering light bulb.
"...Just this once can you boss me around like that, dog. Next time and it's out to the alleyway with you." Nanny said in a hard-yet-understanding voice.
"Yeah yeah, just go." Lost said, again with the icy tone of a dictator, before speaking to Isaac again. "Nanny is going to fix up your room, you will be getting new clothes, and hot food will be waiting for you. Can you walk?" Lost asked as he reassuringly pet Isaac's head, who simply nodded. The pair slowly left the dark room in back and walked up the hall to the first room, Lost reassuringly comforting his scared friend.
The room was set up quite well, and if Isaac was in the right mind, he would have sworn that this was a five star room in some high-class suite. A pair of simple cream-colored clothes were set on the foot of the bed, along with a small table holding two bowls of soup, four bottles of water, and a large French baguette by the bedside. Lost leaned over and smelled the contents of the bowls.
"Split pea an' ham, Isaac." Lost said, smiling. "Nan never brings this stuff out!"
"Uh-huh..." Isaac replied as he stood where the husky left him, misty eyed and weak. Lost looked over and smiled, offering out a hand.
"'S more filling than those cookies, mate, that's for sure."
Isaac looked down to the husky's paw and grabbed it, shakily walking over to sit next to him.
"...I'm gay." Those words came out of no where, with no warning, throwing Lost off track. Isaac stared at him and sighed. "You wanted to know what happened, right? Well... Quite simply put, it all happened in within an hour." The ferret said as he folded his hands, looking down on them as he gets lost in thought. "I came home from school today, last day of senior year. I opened the door and mum was waiting for me, with a plate full of chocolate chip cookies cooling on the kitchen table right beside her. She said that Da was cleaning in my room and came across a sex toy, a dildo, wondered if it was her's and she hid it. When she told Da no, he locked himself in his study and began to drink his rum, sobbing. I tried to get up to talk to my Da when she came over with a suitcase and the cookies, telling me to run as far away as I could, that Da was going to beat me to a pulp."
Lost broke the baguette in half and shook his head, growling quietly as he walked around the room, lighting candles that were placed around the room. "Well, did he?"
Isaac sighed. "Well... Before I could grab the suitcase and high tail it out of the flat, my father came walking up with his cane in one hand, bottle of rum in the other. My mum tried to stop him, but got a bottle to the head instead, knocked her right out..." He said, clenching his fists, rage slowly boiling over. "I mean, come on! She was just trying to talk him out of his angry fit of rage! But he silenced her with a quick hit from a rum bottle and - poof! She grew silent... Then he came walking over to me, crying, saying I drove him to hitting his wife, that I wasn't his son, and that I was going to Hell. I tried to fight him off but, no... He was too strong. He just kept... Hitting me and hitting me until I lost consciousness, his wedding ring digging into my muzzle with every hit..."
Before Isaac knew it, Lost was hugging him, paws bunched into fists as Isaac sobbed, hugging him to his body tightly, his salty tears staining the husky's wonderful violet fur. "It's okay..." The husky said quietly into the ferret's ears. "It's okay... No one will hurt you anymore... You're safe with me. I promise..." The canine pushed himself back and looked straight into the ferret's eyes, his rust red and silver eyes locking with Isaac's emerald green eyes. "You are not a bad person for being gay. There is absolutely nothing wrong with any of it. You are not going to Hell, you are not an abomination, and you are not the reason your piss poor excuse of a father beat your mum. You are a wonderful and extremely sensitive guy, and you will make some man very happy someday."
Isaac shook his head and almost yelled violently. "How the HELL would you know ANYTHING about me? Who the HELL are you to tell me I am a good guy?"
"Because... My Da did the same thing when he found out..." Lost said quietly as the ferret fumed. "Except... Except instead of hurting me, he took a bullet to the head. And with my Mum being dead, the only family I had left was Nanny out there." He said, then shook his head. "I was adopted, in case you were wondering. Nan isn't related to me whatsoever, but loves me like a son. Granted, in a rather weird way, bu-"
Isaac heard enough of his words. The ferret placed his paws on the husky's shoulders and pulled him close, pressing his lips against the canine's so suddenly the husky fell forward, pinning the ferret under him. As they closed their eyes and opened their maws, tasting each other with apparent and equal lust, the lights shut out, the flickering candlelight illuminating their actions almost romantically.
"Lost!" Nanny shouted as the door flew open, the warthog holding a cigarette in her hoof. "Lost, the power went out. I need you to - Oh, give me a break." She said suddenly as she gazed upon the two boys. "Lost, you know that poor child hasn't gotten a single ounce of food in his stomach and I will be damned if he starves to death. Now let him eat!" She said in a single breath.
Lost pulled up and chuckled, sitting on Isaac's lap as he turns to face the warthog. "Yes, Sir!" He replied teasingly as the old woman rolls her eyes, closing the door as she leaves. He pulls Isaac up and simply smiles. "She's right, ya know." Lost said as he hands the ferret half of the baguette. "You do need your energy for what is going to happen..."
Isaac blushed and nibbled on the bread, smiling to himself. Well, he thinks as Lost goes on to talk about how amazing Nanny's split pea and ham soup is, it IS more filling than cookies. And he is right, I am going to need the strength. After all, tonight is going to be a long, LONG night.