Hoppers Story - Chapter Eight -
#8 of (ZOO) - Hoppers Story
Hopper is startled to find Katy in a somewhat...evocative...state, and ashamed, embarassed and confused, he flees the sanctuary, not knowing what else to do - as he reeks of his own scent, and that of the Whiptail Doe, but doesn't understand that humans can't smell things like that. He goes home, only to be confronted by his Aunt, who calls her errant youn Nephew to task - telling himshe wants to have a 'talk'...about what - Hopper thinks he knows, as subtle signs indicate his Aunt's distress and her thinly veiled shame in Hopper...
Hoppers Story Chapter Eight © Cederwyn Whitefurr 17th February, 2012 All Rights Reserved.
Hopper felt the slow relaxation of the climax-induced endorphins that had flooded his body, and a growing sense of guilt and shame began to permeate his young form. He knew mating the Doe had been wrong; on so many levels, for he was an anthro, not a feral - such things were....well...they were just wrong, and he knew better. He did not understand what had come over him; driven him with such feral-like instinct, as an anthro was meant to be above their ancestral nature - to bury it deep inside and act more human-like and be, above all things, mature and responsible for their actions. Part of Hopper's mind still dwelled on the incredible pleasure, and its dark, subtle whispering slowly grew more prominent as it unfurled images and feelings inside his mind. Who had seen him breeding the Doe? Nobody...so...why was it wrong? He had enjoyed the sexual experience - he couldn't deny that - and yes...it had been more violent than he had known it would be...but the Doe seemed to have forgiven him - there was no permanent physical harm...and besides - how could she ever tell anyone? She was a feral - an animal...and...
Hopper moaned, closing his eyes and trying desperately to block out these dark thoughts that began overwhelming him. He turned his concentration to sniffing for Katy's unmistakable scent, slowly walking through the hallways, his nostrils twitching as he sniffed the air. He knew his sense of scent tracking was nothing compared to a canine; but Katy's unmistakable scent and slight perfume wafted to him here and there, letting him follow her trail. Eventually, he made his way towards the staff locker room, where he smelt scents from dozens of human and anthropomorphic creatures - that nearly overwhelmed him. Some were happy, some sad, others angry...the scents and confusing morass of smells that threatened to confuse and bewilder him.
he took a few hesitant steps one way, then back the other, his eyes closed as he struggled to determine Katy's scent from the others - finally giving up in frustration. He headed towards the male staff lockers - then paused and stared, a sign had been placed out the front, saying "Closed for Cleaning". Knowing he had to shower, if not to stop his own scent from overwhelming his senses - for he could still smell his own semen that had spattered his chest and belly - its cold, glue-like consistency matting the fur. With a low, whimper, he turned towards the other door, knowing most staff were busy elsewhere - and besides - they never showered here...unless absolutely necessary. Turning his back, Hopper gently backed into the female staff door and slipped as quiet as a wraith inside...
Pausing with his heart thundering in his fragile chest, Hopper flicked his gaze from one side to the other, his ears violently quivering as they listened for the slightest sound, to indicate this locker room was occupied. Only the blood rushing through his veins and pounding in his hearing, was all he could hear. He hurriedly grabbed a towel and crept timidly towards the frosted glass door, which led, he assumed, to the showers. Fearfully, knowing he shouldn't be in the female locker room - which to Hoppers surprise, wasn't so different from the male lockers - Hopper reached out a trembling paw and pushed open the glass door. Instantly a wave of hot steam flowed over him, obscuring his vision and sense of smell. Squinting against the hot steam that made his eyes water; tiny droplets of water dripping from his whiskers and eyelashes, Hopper froze immobile, as a vague humanoid shape rippled the steam some six feet ahead.
As the steam swirled around him again, Hopper squinted; his eyes almost completely closed - before he uttered a low, gasping moan - his eyes widening as he caught just a glimpse of Katy - her pale, naked form lathered in soap - her back to him but her upper body twisted about, as she used a loofah to scrub down her long, slender arms - slowly bending over to continue the movement down her left side and thigh. Hopper felt his steam-choked throat lock in a violent constriction, before he tried to squeal in fright and shame - but only a puff of air escaped him as he took another look at the naked woman before him - transfixed. Her body was beautiful, Hopper had no real knowledge of human beauty - but the slender curves and graceful movement of her fur-less body - made Hopper tremble with emotion he didn't know how to interpret. He slapped his paws to his muzzle, and a weak moan slipped past his lips, before he fumbled behind him for the door and fled back through the locker room, his ears burning....
Katy had heard the weak moan, and through the steam, she had caught the barest glimpse of Hopper - before the steam swirled and shrouded him again. She took a moment, then a weak smile dimpled her cheeks, before she giggled delicately and turned back to her shower, tilting her head back and running her wet hands over her breasts sensuously; her mind wondering - just for a brief moment - that it was Hopper's supple paws...doing the stroking....
As quietly as he could, he slipped back out of the female locker room, his ears flat and body quivering... Had Katy heard him? He was torn between his thoughts of seeing her beautiful, lithe body naked - and the thoughts that drove his fear and sent his stress levels rocketing - that she had seen him...and what would she think? Hopper himself, had always been extremely shy about being seen in a shower; and with this as his mental template, he felt fear grip his body, before he ran to the lockers in the male change rooms, retrieving his satchel, then leaving the sanctuary - his mind consumed with ambivalent emotions of fear and growing arousal...
*
At home that night, as his Aunt laid his dinner before him, she paused then her ears flicked - just once - and Hopper nearly broke there and then. He could not lie to his Aunt, he never had, and wasn't about to start now. She sat quietly opposite the table, then began eating her dinner - picking at the vegetarian meal with grace and delicacy, as Hopper fell too with a hurried motion; not realising just how hungry he was. She ate in silence, daintily nibbling on a piece of slivered carrot, before she put it down and gazed at Hopper, her ears slightly folded and a soft sigh escaping her.
"Hopper - " She spoke, her voice gentle and compassionate, as she rapped the claws of her left paw against the thin covering of the table, drawing his attention.
"Aunt Blacktail?" Hopper stammered, then swallowed the food with a hurried gulp.
"You've been spending a lot of time, volunteering at that Sanctuary - " She replied thoughtfully, then reached over and lay her black furred paw on Hopper's. "I hope you're not neglecting your studies..."
"No Aunt," Hopper told her truthfully. "I...I like working there - there's this young Whiptail - a..feral and - "
"Master Hopper!" His Aunt growled quietly. "Mind your language in my house. They are..not feral's - that is some...some unpleasant tag, the humans have given our ancestors. Please, be more respectful. I will not have you coming out with such...such human-like behaviour or language in my house!"
Hopper visibly cringed back in his chair, then sniffled and nodded. "Please Aunt, please forgive me - I...I know better and - "
His Aunt snorted, then gently pet Hopper's paw with her own, showing she forgave him for his slip
"Come, finish your dinner. We...we need to talk, I think." She whispered, then squeezed Hopper's paw gently, before returning to her dinner.
*
An hour later, Hopper's Aunt held open the door to her bedroom, then gestured with a paw for Hopper to enter. He did so, his ears flat, fearing he was going to be thoroughly chastised for some misdemeanour. She had never been cruel to him - ever - but the strange scent he caught from her as he crept past, showed she was feeling angry, confused...and something else he couldn't put a mental paw on.
Hopper paused, then blinked owlishly, his eyes flicking from one dimly lit corner to the other then back again, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the strong scent of his Aunt, that permeated this room. It brought back many beautiful memories; of her cuddling him against her warm furred belly, her gentle kisses and licking of reassurance, the hours he'd spent clutching her belly and crying - tormented by nightmares...and how her warmth and gentle licks had calmed and soothed him - drawing him into a deep, restful sleep...he had many fond memories of this room, and he cautiously stepped deeper into them, his ears flicking as he gazed at old photographs and the ornate, antique furniture of his Aunt's private bedroom.
She rested her back against the door, watching as Hopper's curiosity grew, and he would move from one object to the other, reaching out a paw to touch it, before shyly snatching it back, then glancing fearfully at his Aunt, who smiled and nodded reassuringly to him. He picked up a beautiful lace doily, admiring its intricate webbing, before delicately placing it back down, a soft sigh escaping him. He did not know why his Aunt had brought him in here - but she moved quietly around the dim room, lighting thick hand rolled bees wax candles, their feeble, flickering flame of the wick pushing back the shadows of the room with reluctance.
Hopper gasped, his nostrils twitching, as he caught the scent of lavender from the candles; his heart skipping a beat. It had always been one of his earliest and most cherished of memories - the sweet scent of lavender...its calming and curative scent always making him relaxed and placid. He glanced about nervously, watching as his Aunt used a match; the slender wood cupped in her paws, as she lit two more candles, then delicately blew out the guttering flame of the match. Laying herself down on the bed, she pushed herself slowly back up until her back was resting against the five pillows, and she pet the bed beside her with a paw. Hopper cautiously approached, then with her assistance, he crept up onto the bed and lay between her outstretched legs, his back resting against her belly, his head just beneath her breasts that rubbed the back of his head.
Laying there, peaceful and inhaling the adorable scent from the Lavender scented candles, Hopper slowly felt himself relax; his mind growing restful and peaceful, his eyes closing as memories of him as a Joey come back to him, laying on his Aunt's warm belly, listening to her heartbeat...and the sensations flowered in his mind, as he moaned softly in contentment. He was almost oblivious to his Aunt, who gently pushed Hoppers spine forwards, making him sit up; before she tenderly began nuzzling and licking his ears, her warm breath tickling the fine hairs inside his ears and her paws holding him tenderly. He felt at peace...calm...tranquil - the scented candles doing their work, relaxing him - as their flames slowly flickered and twisted in the gentle evening breeze that washing in through his Aunt's bedroom window - the lace curtains whispering in some unknown tongue - as the older Doe caressed and nuzzled, a sad, pained look in her eyes, as she squeezed them closed, her licking and nuzzling becoming less a soothing, cleaning type motion, but with a gentle nibble down one ear, Hopper moaned and quivered, and the Doe winced, hating herself for what she would have to do...
To Be Continued...