Sorrow
Sorrow and Salvation
Chapter 1
Written by the furryskibum
All characters and circumstances are fictional. Please do not change this story without permission from me. I'm not a pro writer and I won't pretend to be. I appreciate your constructive criticism, but please realize this is only a fun hobby for me. I've been intrigued by Alyn Gryphon's strange, yet erotic viral creation for years now, so this has been building up.
Disclaimer: Don't read if you're under legal age in your area! Some sexings and really really strange shit ahead. If you've ever heard of C-snakes then you should know what I'm talking about. Don't say I didn't warn ya. XD
Foul weather. How fitting, he thought. Adam walked slowly in the cold rain on his way back home. He didn't think to grab a hat before going out, and a head full of damp fur was the result. Luckily, there were no other furs in the forested park leading to his house at that time of the night. The last thing this feline needed to see right now was another fur.
"Good riddance to all of them," he mumbled to himself. *FLASH*
_"We're concerned about you, Adam. Your students have been coming into my office daily, wondering what wrong with their teacher. Is everything all right?" asked Dean Jeremy Lewistine, the giant hyena he had been friends with for years.
"Well, you know about Shelly and I," Adam said nervously. "Things have gotten... well, it's--" He stumbled over the lump in his throat. Coughing to clear it, he continued. "It's gotten worse... " he managed before drifting off, his dull green eyes never leaving the floor.
Silence filled the room for several minutes before Jeremy sighed. "Look, Adam, you've been one of the best professors this university has ever had. As young as you are, that's saying quite a bit." Jeremy leaned back and removed the glasses from the graying muzzle that clearly belied his awesome physical prowess and put them on his desk. "As you know, however, the University bases it's employment on performance and teaching quality."
Adam lifted his eyes from the floor to blankly meet Jeremy's concerned gaze. "What are you getting at, Jeremy?" Adam asked quietly. Jeremy let out another sigh._
"Look, Adam. More than a few of your students have come to me about your teaching, and that they are no longer being taught much of anything at all. It... doesn't look good for you or for the school, Adam," Jeremy said. "It's with great hesitation that I'm letting you know that you're being temporarily suspended from teaching until you can sort things out. I'm sorry, Adam. There was no other choice."
The thunder following the lightning startled Adam from his memory. He stumbled as his vision blurred with moisture. He wiped his eyes with a paw, and the tears were immediately lost in his already damp fur. His steps slowed to a halt as he stared at the back of his paw, almost hypnotized by the little stripes. *FLASH*
_"I really like your stripes and spots. They look handsome on you."
Adam smiled at the cute cheetah sitting across from him. "Thanks," he said. "I arranged them like this just for you, Shelly." She giggled at that, and Adam had to grin. He loved it when she did that.
"You can always make me laugh, you big oaf!" She moved around the restaurant table, hugged him tightly, and with her muzzle close to his ear said, "I always hoped I'd end up with a sexy cat like you, ya know... "_
Startled again by the thunder, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of when they first met. Continuing down the worn path, which was soaked to the point of mud, he looked around to make sure he hadn't passed the spot. Taking advantage of his superior feline night-vision, he visibly relaxed when he found it. He approached the huge pine tree; it's lower branches sagging with their own weight. He dashed quickly through them into the waterproof shelter they provided. It took his eyes a minute to adjust to the even darker interior of the natural shelter before he was able to find the lighter he stored in a niche in the trunk. He took a few minutes to carefully light the unscented candles placed around the interior, then settles himself into a well-worn spot in the bed of pine needles. His eyes, glowing with reflective candle light, quickly passed over the other often-used depression in the needles, but not before he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He took a deep breath and released it slowly. His thoughts drifted to the countless nights spent in this very spot meditating and focusing his thoughts, exercising his mind just as a knife is honed to razor-sharpness. Such practices helped him grow from a kitten into an adult, physically and mentally surpassing all his peers in the process.
Adam's breathing could barely be heard now as he fell into a deep meditative trance. Minutes became hours, as time seemed to lose all meaning. His mind seemed to transcend the mortal plane; knowing no bounds... *FLASH*
_He jumps awake to the feeling of... something dreadfully wrong. Adam looks to his right, where his beautiful wife is sleeping, and smiles in spite of himself. How did I get so lucky? he wonders. The smile fades from his muzzle as the feeling of dread suddenly grows. Then he really looks at her. Her chest is barely moving, and what breathing he can hear is rapid and shallow. He put a paw to her forehead, checking for fever, but quickly withdraws it with his ears laid back. My God, she's like ice, he thinks, tendrils of panic starting to creep in.
Cupping her head, he whispers, "Shelly, can you hear me? I need you to wake up for me." Getting no response, his paws move to her shoulders and shake lightly. "Shelly, please Shelly, I need you to wake up for me. Please!" Desperation can now be heard in his voice. Her beautiful spots and stripes on either side of her muzzle begin to blur. "Shelly?!? SHELLY!!!"_
A perfect jewel of moisture falls into her silky fur as Adam dives for the phone.
Adam gasped as his eyes suddenly snapped open. The echo of thunder quickly faded as he tried to calm his beating heart. His raised his paws to cover his face, only to discover the fur below his eyes was matted and damp. Getting up on shaky feet, he worked on orienting himself after that unusual meditation. Only a couple candles remained lit; most had burned down to the dirt.
"Huh. I can't remember the last time I was out that long," he muttered to himself. He was almost surprised at how exhausted he sounded and felt. Ducking through the branches, he squinted at the sudden brilliance of the sky. It was only predawn at the latest, but compared to the light of the old tree's shelter it may as well have been midday.
Adam kept his eyes on the ground as he wearily made his way back home. He walked through the back gate that connects the park to his yard and inside his house. Just his house. His empty house. The door slid shut and he leaned backwards against it.
I may as well catch some sleep. It's not like I have to work anymore, he thought with disgust. He didn't bother showering the rainwater and grime out of his fur before collapsing in a heap on the bed.
_He vaguely remembers a kind wolfess trying to offer him coffee, but coffee isn't what he's waiting for. So he waits, staring at the white tile floor for what seems like days. When a pair of hooves halted exactly on the spot he was examining, Adam looked up expectantly. A handsome and well-built whitetail buck in a white doctor's coat filled his vision.
"Mr. Fireborn?" the buck asks. Adam nods quickly. "I'm Doctor Swifthoof. Would you please come with me?"
"Of course," Adam said, getting up and stretching. He followed the buck into his office just down the hall and took a seat when he was offered one.
"Well, Mr. Fireborn, we've received the results from the CAT scan on your wife." The doctor's eyes stopped scanning the report he was holding and looked directly into Adam's. "The prognosis isn't good. We've been able to determine Shelly has an extremely advanced brain tumor. It's been growing for well over two years, we estimate, and has spread to almost every part of her brain. Had we found it sooner -" Adam didn't hear the rest. He could do nothing but sit there blankly._
Shelly. Oh God. Shelly. I can't lose you. Shelly. My life. My passion. Shelly...
"- Mr. Fireborn!" Adam's attention was jerked back to the buck. "I'm sorry, Mr. Fireborn, but we don't know how much time she has. I would recommend spending what you can with her now. I've taken the liberty of suspending visiting hours for you."
Adam rolled over and groggily stared at the golden-red sunlight shining in through the window. Not even dark yet, he thought. And I wake up feeling like crap warmed over. Again. Perfect. Maybe a jog will fix that. Even though he doubted going for a run would fix the ache and stiffness that dominated his body, going out would do him a little good. Bypassing the shower for the sixth day in a row, he threw on a pair of shorts and called it good. He paused in front of the mirror for inspection. A handsome and slightly muscular, if grungy and fur-matted, cheeger with brilliant green eyes looked back at him.
"Maybe today things will be better," he said to his reflection. It stared back at him without a response. He did a few important stretches to warm up and headed out the front door. Within ten minutes of jogging, he noticed that some of the aches did indeed seem to be lessening. Feeling better, he picked up the pace a little.
Adam had just turned a corner to make his way through downtown when a flying cup hit him square in the chest, soaking him thoroughly with it's contents. With a surprised look on his face, he turned around to attempt to spot the culprit. All he could see was a very sleek black car moving in the opposite direction, almost out of sight already. He opened his muzzle to yell something very impolite when he realized how little would do. With a sigh of resignation, he turned around and picked up the offending cup. It was a large plain white cup; nothing remarkable about it. He looked himself over and groaned at the thick liquid that covered a fair portion of his upper body.
"For Christ's sake, it just had to be pink, didn't it?" he complained to no one in particular. Any fur passing by would definitely notice the bright pink color of most of his chest and belly fur. Maybe even get a chuckle at his expense. Deciding that would not improve his mood, he turned around and started walking back home.
"Always just when I'm starting to feel better," he mumbled. Adam tipped the cup so he could see inside, and still nothing remarkable jumped out at him. Getting curious as to just what this stuff was, he held the cup close to his nose and sniffed. Hmm. . . smells good. He sniffed again. Really good, actually. His tongue darted from his muzzle to taste the strange pink liquid, and he was pleasantly surprised. It's sweet, and a little... salty? Tastes kinda familiar. Before he knew it, he had licked the cup clean. A grin appeared on Adam's muzzle and he started purring at the warm, comfortable feeling in his stomach. He tossed the cup in a garbage can as he passed and started jogging again...
*****
Adam returned home from his invigorating jog panting, tired, and still soggy from that jerk who threw a cup of pink liquid on him. He had to admit, however, that it did not feel unpleasant. His skin, if one could see it under the yellow-orange and white fur, flushed a bright pink when he thought about the few times he stopped on the way back to scoop some of the gooey substance from his fur, and ended up simply licking it from his paws. Such an action went against his instincts,... but there was something about the pink liquid that tasted so... good! Shaking his head to clear his mind, Adam brought himself back to reality.
"Strange thoughts," he said to no one in particular. He sniffed the air sharply, and decided it was definitely time for a shower. On his way to the bedroom, he suddenly started chuckling as he remembered what Shelly would have said to him at this moment.
"Oh my God, get away from me you skunk!" She would playfully push him away, ruffling his chestfur in the process. "Go take a shower before I suffocate!" Of course, she would say it so sarcastically she couldn't help grinning the whole time.
Adam stopped in the hallway and leaned his head against the wall, a surprising smile on his muzzle. The pain in his soul... didn't seem to hurt as much. Somehow, he was able to recall such a memory without feeling like a knife was being twisted in his midsection. The thought of finally starting to heal was comforting; it warmed him all over. Or, could it be... ? Adam ran a paw through the sticky and matted fur on his upper body. It seemed to be slightly warmer than body temperature, bit it was probably just his imagination. The sun could easily have warmed it up on his jog. Either way, he reached the spacious master bath and stripped to nothing but fur. And pink goo.
He opened the shower door and turned on the multiple showerheads. Waiting for it to warm up, he turned around to inspect himself in the huge mirror on the opposite wall. Shelly liked big mirrors... Adam cleared the thought and resumed his inspection. He had always been in decent shape, but today was different. Turn, flex. Turn, flex. Turn, flex. Did he actually have a little more muscle mass? His eyes dropped, and widened when they locked on his sheath and balls. Swollen? What the crap could have caused that? He shrugged it off as simply having an exceptional jog and stepped into the now steaming shower.
Adam sighed and purred with pleasure as the steaming water soaked into his fur. Three showerheads was especially nice: uniform pleasure from all directions. A remarkably loud purr escaped as he ran his paws down his chest and abs. His skin and fur were so sensitive! He looked down and saw some of the strange pink liquid was coming off, but most of it was just oozing through his fur and down his body. At least it's not permanent, he thought. He silently rebuked himself for waiting too long to get the stuff out of his fur.
As he was mentally lecturing himself on cleanliness, Adam also noticed that running his paws through his chest fur made him more excited than he previously thought possible. His feline member had escaped it's furry confines and was throbbing to his heartbeat. In no time he was at his full nine inches and he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this hard so fast. One paw wrapped itself around his sharp-nubbed shaft, forcing a delighted moan from his lips.
Abruptly he tore his mind away from the rising sea of lust that was starting to envelope him. What was going on? He'd never had such strong urges before, not even with Shelly. Perhaps it was time for some deep meditation. An especially strong jolt of pleasure hit him as his paw unconsciously combed again through his chest and belly fur and the pink goo still tangled in it.
"Ugh. This stuff is never coming out," he said to himself. Indeed, all his brief shower seemed to do was push the stuff lower, to the point where it now coated his lower abdominals and was even on his generous sheath and scrotum. Grinning slightly, feline curiosity took over as he gathered up some of the goo and spread it over his still-erect cock. The pleasure was amazing! His cock throbbed in response to his paw's travels up and down his glistening, black shaft. The little jolts of pleasure as his well-gooed paw ran over the sharp nubs that were his feline barbs almost brought him to his knees.
Again, his more practical side rudely interrupted his fun, and he couldn't held back a sigh. This was powerful stuff! Maybe he'd take some in to one of his peers in the biology department for analysis of it's aphrodisiac qualities. Adam shut off the shower and vigorously ran a towel through his fur, though he avoided the areas with the pink goo embedded in his silky coat. Curiosity striking him again, Adam prodded a spot with a towel-covered digit. He voiced a hrmm sound and did the same to his sheath, ignoring the small jump in pleasure. The stuff seemed to be solidifying somewhat, though it still felt quite slick. Hanging up the towel, he shrugged it off since he would need plenty of it later to jar up for the biology department. And maybe there'll be enough left for... lube and fun... He smiled to himself. No need to get it off right away. Besides, it seems to make me look bigger ALL around...
The mischievous smile was still plastered on his muzzle as he entered the Ancient Eastern-themed meditation room. While it was usually nice to meditate outside, this room was far more effective for what he was going to do. Water trickled down the water mosaic that took up almost the entire wall in front of his cushion, filling the room with soft sounds of falling water. Long, narrow planters on each side held a generous number of bamboo plants that reached the ceiling and covered the walls in green. They needed to be trimmed again, though, and he chided himself for slacking in his favorite chore.
Settling himself on his cushion, he lit the few plain candles and incense in front of him. His exposed and still very erect cock stood proudly, defiantly demanding attention despite his increasingly focused and relaxed state of mind.
"Perhaps later, O Needy One," he sighed. He placed a finger on the tip of his cock and wiggled it back and forth in a playful tease to himself. "You do look good with that pink sheen though." He chuckled at his own silliness and placed his palms over his kneecaps. Emerald eyes narrowed into mere slivers, staying there until he was on the edge of losing all sense of time and awareness of self.
One last glimmer of bright green played across his irises before his eye closed completely.
*****
This was their chance. The meatbag had been still for quite a while, long enough for them to strategically position themselves. The "harmless" pink goo had had plenty of time to divide into two puddles and consolidate further into their true forms. If he were awake, Adam would have been very surprised to find all the goo gone from his fur and two small, bright pink snake-like creatures coiled up between his crossed legs. Fortunately (or not so much), his meditation was very deep indeed.
So they moved. After so long in that terrible place where they could not move and none of the meatbags they could brush minds with would heed their sultry call, it was time.
One of the snakes wrapped itself around the base of the meatbag's cock, dipping under his sheath before coiling itself around the ebony flesh. It stopped when it's head hovered just above the slit at the tip, a small pink tongue prodding the air and tasting the clear liquid that had started to appear at the opening.
The meatbag was truly gone, though, since he didn't react at all during all this. Curious, the little snake brushed it's mind against his. Nothing. Somehow, this one had completely disappeared! Perfect. They could take their time and create a perfectly camouflaged host. The edges of the snake's mouth curled upwards in a very un-snakelike manner as it turned to it's still coiled companion between the meatbag's legs and nodded. It nodded in return and slithered further between Adam's legs. Wasting no time when it found the warm tailhole, it shot a bit of glowing goo at the black-fleshed pucker and pushed. The aphrodisiac qualities of it's juice loosened the pucker enough to offer little resistance to the invader.
The other snake echoed the joy it's companion was telepathically broadcasting at finally acquiring a host. It watched the tail of it's companion disappear under the cream-colored fur of his ball sack, then started it's own entrance. The tip of the cheeger's cock bulged obscenely as the snake pushed into the slit in front of it. Inch by inch, the bulge traveled down the black cock, the pink tail of the snake finally being swallowed up. Almost immediately, Adam's ball sack swelled, nearly tripling in size and pushing heavily against his crossed legs. The changes were only beginning, however, and the pulsing black cock soon followed suit...
*****
"...and that will do it for today's lesson! Oh, one more thing. Final exams are coming up, and with them come instructor evaluations!" Most of the class groaned in unison. "Gosh, thanks for the vote of confidence," Adam said with a sarcastic smirk. "I'll be switching it up a bit and seeing each of you individually over the next week, starting today. Let's see, Ms. Pelagio, Ms. Jones, Ms. DeMince, Mr. Jeffries, and Mr. Delgatto, please meet me by my office in ten minutes."
Customary farewells were exchanged with most of his students except for an "I'll see you in a few" he gave the five who's names he had called. Adam shoved the last of his notes into his satchel and started to walk out when a familiar wall of tan and brown fur in a classy gray suit walked in. "Wall" was the only term that could describe the seven and a half feet of towering, muscled, and very solid hyena.
"Dean Jeremy! What a pleasant surprise."
"Adam," the hyena nodded in greeting. "Good to see you well and about. Do you have a minute?"
"For you, old friend, always. Please, have a seat," the cheeger said, indicating the professor's chair. Jeremy waved a paw dismissively, declining the offer.
"Thanks, but this won't take but a minute. The interim professor stopped by on her way out, claiming you were back and in good spirits." The looming hyena moved closer, placing a paw on Adam's shoulder. "What are you doing back?" He paused momentarily when the paw he placed on the cheeger's shoulder started feeling really, really... good. He brushed it off, though; his friend needed all of him right now. "You're supposed to be home, resting. I'm going to need a really good explanation from you." What... what was that smell? And why the hell was he starting to get horny at a time like this?
Adam placed a paw over Jeremy's, knowing the effect it would have. "Jeremy, please hear me." He removed the large paw from his shoulder and held it, his dull green eyes looking deep into liquid brown. "I... need to be here. This is my life now." Still grasping the paw in his, Adam slowly made his way around the frozen hyena until he was able to press his chest against Jeremy's lower back. "Can you understand that, friend? I need my students. I need... you," he said in barely a whisper. The paw not holding Jeremy's traced around his beltline and came to a rest on the now-bulging crotch of the hyena's fine slacks. Adam could feel the hunk's rapid breathing and uncertainty. He was also grateful for his powerful pheromones. Smiling to himself, he stepped 'em up a couple notches.
Jeremy didn't know what was going on anymore. Asking after a sick friend has suddenly turned into a bizarre situation. Everyone knew he was single, but no one knew he was gay. He wondered how Adam could have possibly known, but his thoughts were constantly dragged back to the paw at his crotch. The lust he felt toward the sexy cat pressed against his back, working the growing erection through his slacks was overwhelming. How could he have known? He had to think... He guarded it so close - no. It didn't matter now. This cheeger would be his.
A mere minute had passed before the hyena suddenly spun to face Adam with a lusty grin on his muzzle. Adam smiled in return, kicked the door behind him shut, drew the blind, locked the door, and beckoned to Jeremy. The hyena needed no second invitation to scoop Adam up by his rear and pull him into a passionate kiss. The feline's muzzle seemed to be charged with electricity, such was the pleasure the hyena felt. Lips sealed and tongues danced, one never seeming to rule the other. The unusual length of the cheeger's tongue, which nearly dipped into his throat, went unnoticed as two paws slipped under his belt. They wasted no time in invading his underwear, one wrapping itself around his fully hard foot-long cock while the other was content to slip between his muscular cheeks and finger his tailhole.
His body was on fire. Never before had Jeremy felt so much pleasure from a simple hand job and make out session. He was so lost in the pleasure and intoxicating mouth locked to his that he didn't even notice when a curiously slick digit pushed through his anal ring, followed by a digit impossibly pushing into his cocks' urethra. His eyes popped open, however, when the tongue probing his mouth started to push down his esophagus. He gagged to try to force the impossibly long muscle from his throat, but to no avail. His paws moved from Adam's rear to try to push him off, and in this the much larger hyena succeeded. The cheeger hit the floor hard, but made no movement other than to sit up with a sadistic grin on his muzzle.
"You are oursssss now," he said with a hiss. The large pink snake was now protruding from his black and white-ringed tail's tip, swaying back and forth and watching the hyena with interest.
A foot of pink tail still hung from Jeremy's muzzle, so he tried to grab it and pull it back out. The snakes in his cock and ass had done their job, though, and his paws relaxed as soon as they grasped the tail. His throat bulged as the rest of the snake entered his mouth with a wet-sounding schlurp! The generous bulge in his crotch started to writhe the squirm as it inched larger and larger, finally stopping close to his nipples.
Adam smirked and stood up, caressing his tail's snake as it rubbed along his cheek. It would have been so much better without these silly clothes in the way, but at least it would help the dean spread their influence less conspicuously. After straightening his clothes and shifting his tail to it's "normal" appearance, Adam slipped out the door to let the hyena convert in peace. He would make a fine addition to their growing presence, as would the five waiting at his office...
Hmmm.... WTF is going on? XD More to come eventually.