Freak's Karma
Hello there readers :D It's me, after what felt like a long time for me, presenting another product of my fantasy.
I'm sorry, but I had to include earlier chracters, I just love them too much :( So please show some love for chubby furs ^_^
Also this is my first try with 1st person-writing and to be honest, I found it rather hard and think this work isn't really my best.
Nevertheless, I found myself quite moved when writing it...so maybe you might like it anyway.
But before I can let any of you read this, I need to make sure to say the following:
Please don't read it, if you can't deal with suicide as it's part of the plot and also know that suicide is no solution. You always have something to live for.
With that said, I hope you enjoy:
Freak's Karma
Karma...many claim it's just something crazy furs believe in. Well, then I am crazy, as it changed my life, overcoming my darkest period.
You see, I've been marked since my birth, being completely covered in golden fur. It wouldn't be bad or anything if I hadn't been a Buizel, putting shame on my family, who were proud of their pure bred bloodline, never having a 'freak' like me.
When I was like 4, I often sneaked out of my room at night and listened to my parents discussing.
"Maybe we should just...deny him," I heard my father suggesting. It struck fear in me as I couldn't understand back then, why they wouldn't love me.
"But..he's our son!"
"Yes, that's true...but imagine what will happen once he gets into school. The public will know of him, destroying the Waterpaddler family pride. We did our best to keep him from the Kindergarten and to keep him inside the house. Hell, I even bribed the nurses at the hospital when he was born."
I heard the sobs of my mother, feeling responsible for her tears. Before I could hear another sentence, I felt the tears flooding my eyes so I ran upstairs and threw myself into my enormous bed, adorned with gold pieces and surrounded by all kinds of high-definiton TVs, gaming consoles and alike.
Yes, my family was one of the richest in the world, my great-great-great-grandfather being one of the richest aristocrats back then. He left a huge fortune behind and my grandfather invested it in some company, providing enough money to let the following 20 generations live in luxury.
However, all the titles and money came with a price... My family became almost maniac to keep their reputation. I was lucky to live in our time, with all the rights and such as I heard that my great-grandfather killed his child after it was born just because he or she had only one tail instead of the usual two. But well, I am drifting off.
It was obvious, why I got all those expensive toys and technic stuff. They tried to keep me inside the house, preventing any contact to the outside world. Basically I had everything a child could dream of, except for the most influential thing: friends. I guess, you wonder why I don't spend my time in a rubber cell right now. Well this is where my first believe in Karma comes from.
By the time I was 12, I learned to bypass any website blockers and alike on my laptop and could finally access things like web forums or Instant Messengers.
A big help was my private teacher, the only fur I ever came close to call a friend as it was him who taught me how to do it. Anyway, soon I got several online acquaintances, one of them being a social worker with the same name as mine: Tim. We talked alot about my situation, him being really caring and telling me that he maybe could find a foster family for me.
My heart rushed when Tim told me of that option and I was pretty sure that my parents wouldn't care at all whether I was in their house or not, as long as I wouldn't tell anyone my last name. A glimmer of hope after 12 years of isolation, my eyes watering.
(GoldBuizel) Oh my God, Tim! Are you serious? O_O
(ChubChu) Well...I can't promise anything, but I will try my best. Just hang on a little longer! :)
(GoldBuizel) Ok I will...
(GoldBuizel) Say, can you visit me maybe one day? To get an impression of me, so you have more information for my future family.
(ChubChu) Sure, but what will your parents say?
(GoldBuizel) Hmm...Good question... I have an idea but it's really mean... :(
(ChubChu) Tell me.
(GoldBuizel) Just pretend you had an accident and ask them for a phone and I will 'coincidentally' come down.
(ChubChu) I think you didn't lie how...well... miserable your life seems. And I will do my best to get you outta there!
I just couldn't hold back anymore and began to cry. Even though those were only digital letters, I really felt like I was worth something, me, Tim Waterpaddler, the golden Buizel. Cherishing the moment, I gave him our address and logged off as I heard my mother coming upstairs.
"Tim, dinner time."
"Ok mum."
Still shaking in excitement, the meal passed by very quickly. I was eager to get through the next days as fast as possible, always going to bed early and sleeping as long as I could, the rest of the day chatting with Tim. Whenever we talked, I could feel my two tails flogging against the wooden walls next to me.
And 2 weeks later the deciding moment finally came.
A car drove by and suddenly it made a shrieking noise, echoing in my ears in a mixture of pain and joy. It stood still until a portly, grey Raichu got out of it. I was sure that this Raichu had to be Tim. But I couldn't figure out any details of him as my room was just below the roof in the 4th floor. Feeling my organs turned upsidedown, almost exploding in joy, I ran downstairs as fast as I could. I almost stumbled over my own feet when I finally got a first view of my life saver through the front window.
Indeed he was kinda chubby, but more on the friendly looking side. He wore a casual outfit, a simple t-shirt and some baggy jeans, looking more like an average student than a social worker. I peeked over to the door frame to our living room and saw my father coming out. He opened the door, Tim rubbing his paws in nervousness.
"Uhm..Hello. My car broke down and I'm sorry to bother you, but could I maybe use the phone to call the break down service?"
My dad just glanced at him once and mumbled a 'Sure', scuffling over to the phone to get it for the silver-grey Raichu. That's when he turned over to me, winking for a split second and then my life began to change...
"Excuse me sir, is that your son?" Tim asked, pointing his paw at me. My father glared at me with angry eyes, telling me that I screwed up by coming downstairs.
"No, no he isn't my son. He's just a...neighbor's kid who likes to play here." His voice was without any emotion, showing no kind of love for me. And it hurt, it really hurt, my heart ripped into tiny pieces. I knew that I wasn't allowed to go outside and I accepted that, but this kind of denial made me forget about any kind of punishment as I began to cry and scream.
"Dad! Why do you hate me? What did I do to you?!" I shouted, my voice shattered by the tears and the rage. I clenched my paws into fists, my whole body trembling. Both of us pierced each other's soul with our eyes. "Please tell me!"
"Tim, you know why! Your abnormal color, the golden color, if anyone knew about you, our family would be destroyed!" he shouted back at me, angry and hateful. Then he looked back at Tim. "And you...I will give you 100.000$ for 'forgetting' what you just saw."
My guts twisted as I saw how Tim stared at him, his jaws opened. Even I knew that 100 grands are lots of money, so it had been obvious to me that I'd be left alone again. But what came next would be an upheaval for me.
"How can you treat your son like this, Mr. Waterpaddler? You disgust me in every possible way, stealing Tim's dignity as a Pokémon and isolating him from life."
He crossed his arms over his chest, eyeballing my dad that looked like Tim would try to kill him with his gaze.
I couldn't believe what my ears just heard, my eyes widening, my heart almost standing still.
"How dare you little punk judging me how I treat my kid?" My dad sneered back.
"Oh..how I dare? You see, I'm a social worker and I got to know your son over the last few weeks. At first I couldn't believe him, but now that I see you in front of me, I just want to take him away from here."
Silence. All three of us just stared at one another, trying to make out what would happen next. In the end, my father made a final step.
"I don't know how you got to know each other...and I don't care. If you want to, take him into an orphanage or anything, I couldn't care less."
Due to the way he made his point, disgusted of me, I died inside, feeling nothing, not even sad or angry. What was left of me was a shell, the soul gone into a dark depth. I just gazed at him, my mind not comprehending what the cruel Floatzel just stated. However, Tim had one last surprise.
"Oh...you bet that I will take him, but not an orphanage, no, I found a REAL family for him. All you need to do is sign this paper..." and he took out a form I couldn't read from the stairs. And even if I had the visual power to see it, my body was shaking hard again. The Chu really kept his promise, causing me to cry again, this time in joy. After running downstairs, I hugged Tim while he comforted me with his paw patting my head. Such comfort was unknown to me, nuzzling on warm fur while being taken care of.
With a low growl, my father signed the document, granting my freedom.
"Thank you" the chubby rodent murred with a slightly angry, yet relieved tone and swiftly grabbed the piece of paper out of the blue paw of my father.
Nevertheless I had to do one last thing, giving me my personal vengeance and helping Tim at the same time.
"Mr. Waterpaddler," I started with a clear cynical voice. "If you wish me to never mention who I really am, hand me a check over 1 million dollar." Yes, I blackmailed my own father, but I did it for obvious reasons.
"Oh you little piece of..."
"Shush! 1 million, please." Oh, how I worshipped this moment, driving him insane just like he did it to me the last 12 years and knowing that afterwards, I'd never have to see him again. Muttering, he wrote the 7 digit number on a paper and signed it. I snapped it out of his paw and turned to Tim, almost skipping in self-confidence and happiness, a broad grin covering my muzzle...
The grey Chu on his part just smiled and took my paw, guiding me out of the house for the first time of my life. This was also the first time I noticed how big the whole property was, my now former house protruding like a castle in the yard covered with green and several wells. We left the garden and I was lead to a small, red car. After getting in, I noticed the scent of something burnt. I sniffed one more time when I got Tim's attention.
"Oh the smell...I killed one of my tires while doing my 'fake' break down." He grinned.
"I'm sorry for causing you such trouble..." I was ashamed, feeling how my cheeks turned bright red.
"Sorry? For what? Your dad is despicable, what is a tire then?" he told me with a friendly smile. "And hell..you earned your new family 1 million dollar!"
I blinked as I totally forgot to ask who my new family would be, still rejoicing over my new freedom. But before I had an opportunity to ask, Tim went on.
"There's something I need to tell about your family...They aren't the usual family and you might not like the idea but you won't have a mother in the traditional sense.."
Confusion. What did he try to tell me? No mum? Huh? I just needed to know, raising my still childish voice.
"Uhm..what do you mean? Like, is there only a dad?"
He giggled a moment, starting his next sentence. "No, you have more like 2 dads and 2 uncles." Another wide grin on his muzzle.
I just stared at him, puzzled by his statement. I was 12, on the edge of puberty, not able to understand it. How could boys go with boys? That wasn't...right.
Anyway, before I had time to think about it, the car brakes screeched and we were in front of a small town house. It looked pretty average, about 10m high, white with red bricks covering the roof.
"So..here we are. Welcome to your new home!" Tim cheered. He seemed extraordinarily happy, making me wonder whether he always acted like that. He took my paw and pulled me out of the car. "C'mon, don't you wanna meet your family?"
All I could say was a muffled 'Yea' as I was nervous as hell, questioning whether they would accept me with my golden fur. With each step we got closer to the door, my guts twisted and I began to feel nauseous. Well, you have to understand me there, I mean I've been told my whole life until then that my color was 'bad'.
I felt my heart beating in my throat when Tim rang the door bell. The door opened and...
"Oh my God, sweetie! Where have you been so long? I prepared dinner like an hour ago!" a tall, slender fox exclaimed.
"Calm down Alex," the Raichu smiled back. "Don't you want to see our son?"
I was shocked. OUR son? Tim was one of my new parents? My legs were quiverring, giving in under my weight. But before I fell down, I was caught by a grey and a red paw.
"I have to admit, I think the day up to now was a little too much for him," Tim said, helping me up again. And he was right. It really was too much for me.
"Then get him in, lay him on the couch, I will bring him his meal," Alex replied with a caring voice.
The grey rodent did as he was told, carrying me to a small, blue couch and rested me on it. I still felt a bit dizzy and nasty inside, but it ended once the red fox brought me a bowl with soup, in which little noodles, shaped like letters, swam. He put it on a small table next to where I was lying, whereas he and Tim sat down on another couch, examining me.
They watched me eating the soup, always smiling at me. I instantly felt somehow loved, their warming looks showing affection for me, even though I was in their house for only 15 minutes. Only my slurping noises filled the room until Tim rose his voice.
"Ok Tim, I know that it isn't easy for you and if you feel uncomfortable living with us, I could talk to my parents if you want to. There you'd have a mom and a dad and a little brother. It's up to you," he explained to me, but I could tell from his eyes that he wanted me to stay with him.
Now that I mention it, it was the first time I really looked at him, noticing his features. His shiny grey fur, black electro storage cheeks, pudgy and wonderful brown eyes. His partner was the total opposite, being a slim, tall fox with red fur which was going to white from his lower jaw on, a bushy tail and green eyes. But I'm drifting off.
To be honest, I felt a bit queasy living with gays as it just didn't seem normal to me. But after all he did for me, giving me a new home, yielding my freedom, I felt in debt to grant his wish. So I agreed with a nod. The response was a hug from both of them, raising a smile on my muzzle. The warmth of them, feeling their fur on mine was overwhelming. I almost lost myself in tears again, but Alex interrupted me.
"Well then...Want to see your room?" he asked me with another warm smile. All I answered was a low 'Yes please' and I was taken upstairs and guided to a small room. The wall was painted in a dark yellow and below the window was a small bed, covered with an orange sheet. On the reverse side stood a desk on which a small TV was in its place. I was astonished, even though it was small and lacked all the luxury of my former living place, it was decorated just for me in warm colors.
"T-thank you...Dad," I stuttered, my paws being sweaty and my tails waving from left to right.
"Aww, no problem, I'm glad you like it. I know it's little but it's yours."
Was he sorry for giving me my own room? I couldn't resist but to assure him that I liked it by hugging him, feeling him hug back. That was when Tim entered as well.
"You already like each other?" the Raichu cheered at us, smiling.
"Yea sweetheart, I think we will get along great," the vulpine replied, looking down on me, smiling. "I only hope that we can give him something better than this small room soon..."
Suddenly I snapped out of my thoughts, remembering the check I 'earned'. "Uhm..." I don't know why, but I felt uncomfortable calling Alex Dad again. I guess the first time it was just out of joy. Luckily, he responded nevertheless.
"What is it, Tim?"
"I have something to give, as well!" I exclaimed, grinning and almost dancing on the spot. "Here!". With a swift motion, I pulled out the check out of my pants and held it up as high as I could for my 150 cm. Next thing I noticed was the emerald eyes widening, racing over the piece of paper rapidly.
"1,2...7..." he whispered, staring at the check in awe. "one...million...dollar...We have one million dollar..." His voice was still struck. I only blushed, looking through my room again. Without a warning, my new vulpine father ran out of the room, screaming.
"Tiiiiim! Sweetie! We're rich!" The shouts echoed through the stairway as he made his way to their bedroom. I peeked over the corner and saw them kissing intensely, me flushing another time in return. I really felt great, making someone cheer and shout awakened a warm feeling which was hidden inside of me for too long. I heard Tim tell the story how I stood up to my biological father and that it was me earning the massive amount of money. Again, I loved the feeling of being helpful, the fur around my nose shining in golden red...
The first day ended soon and we had dinner. While eating, another question broke out of me.
"Tim, Alex...Would you mind if I called both of you Dad...?" I blushed hard another time, my tails whipping against the wooden chair. I was afraid, when Alex got up and walked over to me. He descended to my eye level and looked at me. I almost cried when I saw the motionless face in front of me, our noses almost touching. But instead of what I awaited, a 'No' or some other kind of rejection, he kissed me on the forehead. Deep in my head, I heard a 'Hoooraaay!'
As a sign of already growing affection, I kissed him back on the cheek, followed by a gleeful 'Thanks dad'. Then I stood up and leaped over to Tim, kissing him on the cheek, as well. Now I began feeling like this could be my 'home' soon.
"But if you call us Dad, we wanna call you Timmy," the grey rodent threw in with a smile.
"Yea, I love Timmy!" Alex concured.
And with that, I was Timmy, the new son of a male fox and a male Raichu. That's when I heard the door lock click and I remembered that Tim told me something about 2 uncles. A groan and a thud sound later, the kitchen was filled with 2 more new family members, one being a kangaroo and the other one a racoon.
"Bah...I hate doing the laundry in those public places...Do you know how heavy those bags get when they're filled with clothes of 4 furs?" the 'roo muttered, not even noticing me.
"Don't worry hun, we almost have enough to buy a new washing machine," the coon responded with a broad grin.
I still had no idea who they were, but something about them made me feel happy in a strange way. Now that I think about it, I thought they were quite cute together, both of them having a certain lovely aura.
"Jason, Andrew, don't you wanna meet our newest one in the house?" Tim asked.
They turned around to me and the first reaction was a 'Cute' whispered by the coon. He reached out his paw.
"Hey there, I'm Jason. Hope you like it here." I waved the paw off, got up and hugged him, thinking that if Tim and Alex wouldn't mind me kissing them, then their housemates wouldn't mind me hugging them. "Oh, he already likes me." Jason smiled.
By now, it seemed like all my childish experiences I should have had in my earlier years began to show up as I walked up to Andrew.
"You must be Uncle Andrew?" I asked and hugging him before he could answer. Feeling his paws resting on my shoulders, I received a happy 'Yea, welcome'.
After we got to know each other, Alex filled their plates with the delicious noodles I ate before. Jason and Andrew thanked and began to eat. I watched my whole new family in my chair when I noticed, how I perfectly matched them. Except for Alex, all of them had a big figure, me being pudgy, too. But who wonders if you are trapped inside a house for so long. I also thought that I fit in, since my Raichu Dad had a special colorization, as well. Smiling, I asked whether we could take a photo of us for my room.
We did, all 5 of us in their, pardon...OUR garden. I was in front, my parents behind me and my uncles standing in the back. Ever since, I have a copy of this picture in my wallet. My joyous grin made me look like I've been with them since birth, covering my past...
2 months went by, Tim took care of all the things the youth welfare office wanted him to do to keep me, which meant that I had to go to school. Of course, I was excited, meeting other kids, our neighborhood containing more adolescents who were like 18 or 19. Yet I also felt sorrow, knowing that I still wasn't 'normal', with golden fur, pudgy frame, amber eyes and 'different' parents, to put it simple, an unusual Buizel.
Tim dropped me off my new school, me entering the 7th grade. I hugged him one last time and waved him good bye as he drove away. Seemingly, hugging a Raichu got the attention of a Pikachu near me as I saw him walk over to me, checking me with his eyes.
"Cool, your dad's a Raichu!" he exclaimed in a cheerful way, his muzzle formed to a grin.
I was confused, but chose to talk back. "Yea, he's awesome." The grin on the yellow muzzle got even wider, forcing me to continue the chat. "Hi, I'm Tim."
"Hey, I'm Rick," was his lighthearted reply.
"Why are you so excited that my dad's a Raichu?"
"Well except for my parents, there aren't any Pikachus or Raichus in this town, or at least where I live and this school. And he has a really cool color," Rick said with his still toothy grin.
"Oh I see."
"Your mum's a Floatzel right? Anyway it's cool to see a half Pikachu."
I wondered whether I should tell him that I'm adopted, but I was too afraid to admit it. I mean he was so happy to see another Chu, I didn't want him to lose interest in me. So I just nodded, went into the building in front of me and let the school day begin.
I was lucky, Rick being in the same class with me. He sat down next to me, smiling at me. Our teacher arrived a minute later, a about 40-year old tiger, wearing simple jeans and a lightblue shirt.
"Good morning class. Today I'd like to introduce a new pupil to you." He pointed at me. " Please come to the and tell us about you," Mr. Stark said.
I was obviously nervous when I stood there and began to speak.
"Uhm..Hi, I'm Tim Wa...Apfelblume. I moved here about 2 months ago and I really like it here." As I wanted to return to my table, someone asked a question.
"You're a Buizel, right? Why are you golden?" My train of thought shattered, I froze. 'Crap...' was the last thought I could grip before Mr. Stark repeated the question. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other one, small drops of cold sweat dripping from my forehead.
"Uhm..." Hastily, I tried to brainstorm for anything to say. Then I found the answer. I thanked Andrew deep inside of me, since he explained it to me, having majored in genetic biology. Even though I didn't understand all of the things he told me, I figured that I was special...but in a good way.
"It has to do something with my genes..I think it's called a mutilation or something." The old tiger behind me laughed and corrected me.
"It's called mutation Tim. Mutilation is something that I will explain maybe later."
"Oh...Anyway, it made me look like this and my uncle told me that it only happens to 1 of about 8200 Pokémon." And instead of what I expected, someone calling 'freak' or something, I got a loud 'Wow' from all of them. Pride flowed inside of me as several kids began to whisper 'Cool' or '8200?'.
My different appearance, I was hated for by my biological parents, was appreciated in here.
"Thank you Tim. Ok class, now let's start, shall we?"
I scuffled back to my seat, where a beaming rodent awaited me.
"Dude, you're really cool. Wanna come over to me after school?"
I accepted happily and from then on the day only got better. My first lessons were a bore for all the other kids, but I listened carefully, enjoying the feeling sitting among so many others. During recess, I got to talk to many furs, all of them being really nice and showing me around. And in a blink of an eye, my first day in a public school was over. Tim picked me up in front of the school and as I waved good bye to my new friends, we drove off.
"Dad! You won't believe what happened today!" I shouted very excited.
"Convince me Timmy," he replied with a smile.
"First of all, I have a new friend who thinks you're really cool with your color and you being a Raichu. He invited me to his house today at 5 pm. His name is Rick and he's a Pikachu. And..And...And..."
"Calm down, sport," the big Raichu laughed, making me blush slightly.
"And when I introduced myself to the class, they said my fur is cool, as well!"
"See? I told you. Being special isn't a bad thing, I learned that as well when I was young."
Yes, I believed him by now. The other kids just liked me like that. And it made me happy.
When we arrived home Alex was already serving lunch, pancakes to be exact. We ate together, the vulpine being extremely proud of his creations because he used his new kitchen and kitchen tools to make them wafer thin. I thought that he spent the money, I brought with me 2 months earlier, just the best way possible, the pancakes being too delicious to describe. We sat there and chatted about my first day and when Jason and Andrew came home, I jumped into the brown roo's arm and thanked him for his explanation of my color.
We talked some more and soon it was 4:50 pm.
"Dad, can we leave now? Rick's waiting."
"Ok, ok. Just let me get my shoes."
We got into our car and 5 minutes later we arrived. I almost jumped in joy when I found out that I can go to Rick even by foot in only little time. Me and Alex stepped in front of a house about the same size ours was. I rang the bell and a Raichu of about Tim's size opened the door.
"Hello, you must be Tim," the female Raichu said with a friendly voice. "And you're his dad, I guess? Nice to meet you, Mariam Hubert."
"Alex Apfelblume, nice to meet you as well and thank you for having Tim over," Alex answered in a just as warm tone.
"Rick's room is in the 1st floor, just to the right."
"Ok, thanks," I instantly said and shooed past her, upstairs. A room with a sign on the door which said 'Ricky' in bright yellow letters to the right, just like his mother said. I entered and saw the Chu lookin out of the window at his mother and my father. Then he turned around with a puzzled look.
"Who's that?"
"That's my dad."
"You have 2 dads?"
Shock. I totally forgot that I lied to him about my parents. I felt how my usually bright gold slowly became bleached. What could I say now? I was caught on the spot.
"L-look Rick...It's just...just...that..."
"What?" He glared at me.
"The Raichu you saw this morning isn't my real dad...and the fox outside isn't it either...They adopted me and both of them like men...That's why I have 2 dads.."
My shame couldn't be hidden, my paws rubbing hard against each other. I stared at my feet, avoiding the obviously offended rondent's gaze.
"So you lied to me? That's not cool..."
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't tell you in the beginning...You said he was cool and when you said that you're happy to see a half Pikachu...I just couldn't tell the truth."
I felt my eyes watering, fearing his next reaction.
He stepped over and slapped me on the back of my head.
"Don't lie, it's bad," Rick said with a grin.
I felt relieved and prayed inside, thanking God for such forgiveness.
We planned the day and it turned out that the Pikachu showed me the places where all the kids would meet after school to play. On the most crowded playground, a husky of our age was sitting on a bench, alone. He looked sad, making me feel pity for him.
"Hey Rick, that wolf there. Let's talk to him." I pointed at him. Rick furrowed his eye brow, looking over as well. He agreed and we walked over.
"Hi!" the yellow mouse cheered.
He glanced over to us and we could see that he had cried only minutes ago. We sat down next to him, feeling sorry for him.
"Hey...what happened?" I wanted to know. Another glance, his eyes bloodshot.
"T-those kids...T-they don't wanna play with m-me...j-just because I-I..." the canine whispered under sobs. But he didn't have to tell the reason as it was visible.
"You look different..." I said, instantly inflamed by rage and remorse. The young husky's fur had a very light shade of sky blue, looking really good in my eyes. I went on. "Forget the jerks, you wanna hang with us?" I asked, glaring over to a crowd of young furs who obviously left him alone.
His eyes sparkled and his muzzle slightly bent to a smile when he responded a soft 'Yea'.
All 3 of us decided to to visit an ice café Rick knew, claiming all the way there that it made the most delicious ice cream ever. We also got to know more about the small husky. His name was Jonathan Vincere, 12 years old and just moved here. In fact, I felt comfortable being around him, sharing many similarities with me, having an unusual fur, just moved here.
We finally arrived at the gelateria, the sweet scent of vanilla flushed through my nose. We sat down, ordered and then we talked the rest of the day...
Evening came and Tim picked me up at Rick's house, taking JV, Jonathan sounded stupid in my ears, with us. We chatted few more minutes before the grey-blue canine got out and waved good bye.
"Dad, my new friends are cool, aren't they?" My muzzle beamed.
"Yes, they seem to be good friends," he smiled back.
Back at home , we ate dinner and after watching some TV, I went to bed, looking forward to the next day. I fell asleep, slowly drifting into the realm of dreams.
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An empty playground, rusty old swings to my left, a mold covered bench to my right, the sun blinding me. A warm wind blows through my fur, stroking me very tender. Silence. A voice, no 2 voices. They belong to Rick and J.V., calling me. I start to run, guided by the calls.
Then I see them on a hill, both being shadows against the sun. I get closer and see Rick the Pikachu and JV the husky. They are nude, but it makes me feel comfortable somehow. Another warm breeze and I realize that I am unclothed, just like them. We all look at each other.
They see me, my golden fur reflecting the sun, making me shine. My little potbelly showing in an almost seductive way. A thud sound channels the attention to my tails, bashing the ground. Next thing they see is my member, hard and erect. I don't know why it is, but it feels good and somehow I feel that I want to be closer to the mouse and the dog.
I examine Rick first, a slender Pikachu, glowing green eyes in the shade of an watermelon, apple red cheeks around a muzzle, in which lips are hidden I want to...I want to kiss? His lightning bolt-like tail staying in position, his ears twitching slightly, he just stands there, smiling. I look down and see the same phenomenon in his crotch.
Then my eyes wander over to JV. A large shadow emits from his body, this beautiful lightblue and grey body, a darker shade of grey at the tip of his ears and his tail, whereas his paws look like they were dipped in white paint. He isn't slim, but he's not my weight either, somewhere inbetween, I think. You can't see any muscles, yet there's not a millimeter of flab, making him look so awfully cute. His dark blue eyes glitter, inviting me.
"Let's play..." I hear both of them whisper simultaneously as they slowly move towards me. Rick tumbles in my arms, gazing into my eyes, mesmerizing me. He puts his yellow paw on my cheek and draws my lips to his, locking me into a kiss. It feels unreal, too good to be true, my mind numbed.
He breaks the perfect moment, steps aside and JV replaces him. This time I do the first move, imitating Rick. We kiss, as well, unleashing another flood of indescribable emotions. I hear a rustle of leaves and feel something embracing my pole between my legs. A loud moan escapes my muzzle and vanishes into the husky's. I don't know what it is, but there's a feeling that makes me want more, that makes me want to have the clutch around my lower area move. And it happens.
A soft stroke over my flesh, I can only moan louder. I feel another one and another one and another one. Everytime I try to move, JV hugs me tighter, rendering me unable to escape such pleasure. I feel something sharp, almost painful, yet it feels so good...
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I gasped and my eyes snapped open, feeling something wet in my pants the very same second. All I was worried about, was whether I wet myself or what was wrong with me. Looking at the clock over my bed, I saw it was 5:30 in the morning, knowing that Andrew and Jason would wake up any second. I was right, hearing the creaking sound of the wooden steps, hoping that it would be my marsupial uncle.
Lucky me, it was him. I coyly stepped out of my room and blocked his path downstairs.
"Morning Tim, why are you up already?"
"Uhm...Uncle Andrew? I just had a dream and suddenly my boxers were wet..." The shame could be seen by anyone, my cheeks colored crimson red and my speaking being more of a mumble. "I think something's wrong with me..."
The 'roo snickered silently, making me wonder what was going on.
"Timmy is a man now," he cooed with a big grin.
Huh? Why was I a man? Because I pissed myself? I think my expression back then implied that I still didn't know, what exactly was going on.
"You see, once a boy has his first dream about something involving sex and it results in this," he giggled, his paw pointing at my soaked crotch, "it means that you're ready to 'do it'."
"Oh..." I answered, blushing in my slight shame and because I was so unknowing about the simple fact. "So I can have kids now?"
Andrew nodded, still smiling. "You better clean yourself and go to sleep again. And don't worry...It'll be our little secret." He winked at me and made his way into the kitchen. I slid into the bathroom and removed the stains of the half dry seed on my inner thigs and my groin. After I was done, I headed back to my room and lay down in my bed, my thoughts slowly drifting off into dreams...
4 years had passed, me, Rick and JV becoming the best friends since our first meeting on the playground. By then our personalities have changed quite a lot as well. I had turned into the possibly loudest, friendliest, most cheery and at times most annoying being, ever. My life unfolded, just like a blooming flower, granting me a feast of joy. And I decided to take all chances I got, a valuable lesson taught by my parents.
JV had undergone quite the same transformation, not afraid of showing his uniqueness, following my example. However, he still easily could be hurt by rejecting him due to his color. But other than that, he was just awesome.
But unfortunately, Rick began to grow more and more withdrawn, his happy attitude fading away. I guess the reason was a simple one, his parents having gone through a devorce 2 years earlier. Every time I approached him, trying to talk to him, the rodent quickly found something to avoid the conversation. Still, we 3 spent a lot of time together, our sexualities awoken by now.
"Hey Rick, check out that fine Pika-girl," I laughed at him, pointing secretly at a waitress who was bending down to pick up something.
He glanced over for less than a second and disregarded her with a muttered 'Not my type'.
"Dude, are you gay or something? She's hot!" JV whispered over to him, looking at her ass.
He shrugged when the husky spoke the word 'gay', looking kind of uncomfortable. Suddenly, the dream of my first ejaculation returned. I could see the bench and the swings again, felt the warmth and a stir in my pants. 'Fuck...' I thought to myself, another time confronted with my likings for boys. You see, it's not that I was virgin and uninterested in girls, but sometimes in the changing room after P.E. or in a public swimming pool, I found the sight of a male ass quite arousing.
I denied the side of me, sometimes even disgusted of myself. Even though I raised by gays for 4 years then, I still thought of it as forbidden. Nevertheless, I forgot about it soon and life went on. But this time, when I saw Ricky, clearly battered by the question, something deep inside of me exulted at the possibility of him being into guys.
My mind split into 2 sections, the one that wanted to explore further and the one that was declining, almost hating the odds of me being like my dads, the latter one won again. I kept my mouth shut, leaving me disappointed of myself another time. Returning my vision to JV, I quickly lost the thoughts of all that, seeing his ultra-male affectations. He stood next to the before mentioned waitress, obviously successful as he showed us the V-sign with his fingers, a wide grin covering his muzzle.
"Guess, who's gonna get laid tonight," he gloated, smirking. It rose a weak smile on Rick's face and caused me to laugh.
"Well, good luck on that," I snickered. The peeping sound of my watch reminded me that I needed to go back home, as it was Tim's 30th birthday and the guests would arrive soon. I said my good bye and headed back.
Walking through the door, I was greeted by my grandparents, a 57-year old wolf, resembling Tim in a lot of ways and his wife, a 52-year old Raichu.
"Hello darling, you look great!" was Grandma's first sentence, hugging and kissing me.
"Hallo junger Mann." Grandpa extended his paw to shake mine. "How are you?"
"I'm great and you?"
"We're just fine, seeing our little boy all grown up with a family now." Her head tilted over to Tim and then back to me. "And a beautiful grandson to boot."
I blushed slightly and then we proceeded to go into the living room where Tim, Alex, Jason and Andrew were already waiting.
"Tim, how often did I tell you to be on time? 5 pm means 5 pm and not 5:30," the grey rodent started.
"Aww c'mon Dad. I was in caught in a traffic jam..." I muttered back. Yes, he had grown into a real father, with all the good and the bad sides. Next my grandma intruded the conversation.
"Sweetie, no need to be all worked up, remember when you were 16? You were often late when going out with Alex, so no need to get angry."
"She has a valid point there," Alex added with a slight smirk.
"Ok, ok, sorry..." I couldn't help but smile, seeing my dad being scolded by his own mother, even at that age. "Well, who wants cake?" the again smiling Chu asked. All 6 of us rose our paws.
The afternoon was spent with telling many youth stories of my dads, their first date and how Grandpa helped it, their time in university where my uncles got together and Tim helped and many things more I didn't know before. The fact that they talked about being gay and all so open, urged me to talk about my problem.
After the guests left and only the chubby Raichu was in the room, I started.
"Dad, there's something I need to ask..."
"What is it son?"
"How did you know that you were...you know, not into girls?" I didn't dare to look into his eyes, fearing I might give myself away right there.
"Hmm...That's kinda hard...I think it began when I found myself fantasizing about the boys after sport lessons. Later I'd peek."
Even though it was the most awkward talk in my life, I had to go further, needing to know it in a more precise way.
"But did you just say then: 'Whoops, I'm gay'?"
"Oh." He giggled slightly. "No, it wasn't this easy. At first, I denied it the best I could, feeling really perverted when I thought about other guys. But..."
"Then I came," Alex finished his sentence, stepping down the stairway. "You should've seen him, all dreamy and stuff when we were hanging out. I thought, he'd never tell me, so I had to force him a little."
"And it was the best thing in my life..." Tim whispered lovingly. "But, yeah, that's basically it. Once I found love, I was finally able to admit it."
"I see...Thank you very much!" I said in a happy voice and ran upstairs. I didn't waste another thought about my parents riddling whether I was homosexual, instead I planned to visit Rick in the morning and have a talk...
The alarm clock shook me up at 8:30, the sun still gleaming as it was on the horizon. I washed and dressed myself rapidly, eager to see Rick and ask some serious questions. Making my way over to the Hubert's house, the time seemed to slow down, making the way at least five times as long as usual. But I got there, eventually.
After ringing the bell, his mother opened, with red eyes and holding a paw over her forehead. She had drunk again.
"What is it? It's really early." Her once so happy character was gone, just like Rick's.
"Hello Ms. Hubert, I'm sorry for this disturbance, but I wonder if I could see Rick?"
"Oh, I bet he's sleeping, but just go ahead and wake him up." With that said, I made my way past her, up the stairs and into the Pikachu's room.
Just like she said, he lay there, his blanket wrapped around him. Just like every other time I was nervous, my tails began to wag. I tiptoed my way to him, noticing a piece of paper next to him. It was a letter, slightly crumbled in the lower right corner. Curios as I was, I read it.
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I can't take it anymore, my parents parted, my school expecting way too much, a secret eating me up.
This world can't hold me anymore, I can't hold this world anymore, I feel useless, not wanted, guilty.
Even though they won't say it, I know I'm the reason my dad left.
Even though they won't notice it, my teachers are wanting too much.
Even though they won't accept it, I am gay.
Even though they won't care, I will die now, finally finding peace.
This is my last good bye, my last words and I hope that anyone who thinks I'm worth it, forgives me.
I know it's the cowards solution, but better off being a coward than being a gay in world where I wouldn't find love.
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'This is a joke' I thought to myself.
"Hey there drama queen, you are not alone..." I whispered, hugging Rick.
But instead of a shifting, warm body, I felt my finger tips getting wet and the body cold. My heart stopped beating as I stared at a copper red liquid on my fingers. No, this couldn't be, I didn't want to accept the fact. In pure anxiety, I pulled the blanket off him, revealing a horror unmatched up to now.
My friend was drenched in blood, his yellow body colored crimson red up to his neck, his arms showing deep, vertical cuts along his veins. I felt my eyes widening, my guts twisting and rumbling, my mind taken. He was laying there, completly still, his face without expression. In a sick, unimaginable way, the picture shown to me, looked beautiful, a bit like in the fairy tale of Snow White, just real, painful, evil...
I think what I did next, was the only possible reaction one could give in that situation. A feral, uninteligable scream of horror. But it felt so unreal, numbing, simply not true. Feeling like wrapped in thick cushions, I only heard Ms. Hubert enter the room and then I fainted...
Slowly, I opened my eyes, recognizing the smell of ammonia.
"He woke up!" I heard someone shout. "Get a doc!" It was Tim, shuddering and his eyes were bloodshot. Some medical staff arrived and within a second, I was fully back in this world. I didn't know why I was lying in a hospital bed, until my memory returned like a hammer hitting me on the head.
"Rick! Oh my god, Rick! Help him!" I screamed, fear grasping me. The echo of my words clanged through the sterile room, deathfilled silence afterwards.
"We are sorry, Tim...but we couldn't help him...He is dead," a young, female vixen told me, Tim hugging me in very same moment. I felt him shiver and cry. But I didn't feel anything, it was more like I was empty. My eyes didn't move, fixed on a random spot on the wall. I just sat there, the moments passing by.
Then, something inside of me started to speak, tell me what I did.
'It's your fault, if you told him earlier what you feel, he'd be alive.' The voice in my head was right, it really was my fault. What could I do to make up for that?
'Follow him, it's the only way.'
I shut my mind down and let the other self of me take control, grabbing for a syringe next to my bed.
The ghostly presence guiding me, my paws descended to my heart, with the needle in the hand.
'Do it and it'll be over!"
Another scream and I lifted my arms, ready to literally pierce my heart. I felt a sharp pain, but its origin was in my facial area. I turned my head to the right and found a wheezing husky, crying.
"What the fuck are you thinking?!?" He slapped me another time. "You stupid Buizel! Don't you dare to leave me!" His usually light colored head was burning.
"I-I-I..."
"Don't... say... a word. I get your dad and we put you on suicide watch, got it?" He looked determined, yet incredibly sad. Our eyes meeting, I nodded slowly and I whispered a low 'Sorry...'
Before he left the room, JV came over to me once more and hugged me with all he had. I'm sure that it was his hug, which returned my emotions, as I began crying and howling in pain and overwhelming sadness. Letting it all out, he joined me. I don't know how much time passed, but I didn't care, all I wanted was to release the pent-up emotions in the arms of JV.
"Rick is gone..." I whispered, unable to hold back anything. "And I think, I had a crush on him..." My voice broke again, suffocated by sobs.
JV let loose of the hug, his eyes broadening. "W-what? You had w-what?" His shock was undeniable. But I still didn't care, the moment of deepest depression making me tell everything.
"Yea, I found it out yesterday, I wanted to be with him..." Then my weeping sounds set in again, making my next sentence hard to understand. "If I only told him, he'd be alive."
"No!" the husky shouted. "It's NOT your fault, he decided on it!" Tears dwelled up in his eyes again. "Maybe he hadn't done it now, but he'd do it later!"
I don't know why, but I believed him. It just sounded true.
"Ok..I'll get you some help now, don't move a single finger!" he demanded and I did as I was instructed. My family came back into my room, Tim and Alex crying heavily over what I tried...
2 months went by, I was moved to a psycological instute to 'repair' me as I was haunted by Rick in my dreams every night. My parents visited me everyday, but no sign of JV. He hadn't come once, leaving me asking myself, if it was right to tell him the truth that I might be gay. I was ripped out of my daze as I heard a knock on my door. An embarrased husky entered.
"JV! You're here!" I heard myself shout.
"Yea...I'm sorry that I didn't make it earlier." He pulled a bouquet of flowers from his behind. "I hope they are enough to forgive me.."
For a second, I forgot the abyss of sadness, running over to him, hugging him tightly. "I thought you'd avoid me 'cause I'm gay..." I cried into his chest fur.
He patted me with his white paw and pushed me back a little. "Tim, there's something I need to tell you...You know that I have fucked many girls, right?"
I was confused but nodded, then he continued. "It was a show, I never really felt anything for them, everything I thought about, was how it would feel if it was you instead of her."
Now I began blinking rapidly, hearing those unbelievable words from him. I was whipping the floor with my tails again, wanting to know more.
"I-I don't get it, are you saying you....love me?" Immediately I blushed, noticing what an absurd question I asked.
A nonverbal reply, in form of a peck, answered my question more than anything else would. "Yea...I did from the day on, we met on that playground."
"Why didn't you come earlier then?!" My voice shattered another time, this time out of outrage. If he really loved me, why couldn't he make it when I really needed someone?
"It's that...that...that...you said you had a crush on Rick..." He lowered his beautiful darkblue eyes. "I knew I couldn't replace him, heck, I don't know why I am even here..."
Overwhelmed by such a caring action, even if it went wrong somehow, I threw myself into his arms and kissed him passionately, feeling him kiss back.
"Stupid dog, even if it was like that, how could I not love you back?" I whispered, tears running down my muzzle, yet smiling the most honest smile I had for a long time. He smiled back, crying as well and we cuddled for a long time. The sun sank below the horizon, moonlight being the last source of light.
A nurse came in and commanded JV to get out, visitor time was over. He whispered a 'good bye' and left, leaving me, as the confused Buizel I was, behind.
Night had come and I was lying in my bed, any sharp or pointy objects removed from my room. I couldn't inflict any physical pain to myself, however my dreams could do more.
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I am standing in a dark room, everything pitch-black, no light. The only things visible, are myself and another self of me, a copy. His eyes are without emotion, just staring at me.
"Why didn't you do as I told you to?! It's your fault that Rick's dead!" I hear the golden, chubby Buizel rage.
Doubts rise in me, after all he could be right. I see him scuffling over to me, talking.
"Just let me do it." He takes out a knife and points it at me. I am willing to do as he wishes. A last glance over to him, seeing his arm raised, ready to stab me.
A swish sound and I await pain, but I don't feel it. I open my eyes and see JV in front of me. He's blocking the knife with his paws.
"It's not his fault," I hear him say. He grabs the knife, turns it around and drives it into the doppelganger of me. I feel a stinging pain in my heart, which is gone a second later. I slump down, breathing heavily. The figure of JV comes down to me and hugs me.
"Don't worry, he's gone. You never were responsible." He lowers his head further and kisses me. I try to kiss back, but my body won't move.
A blinding light fills the room, an yellow figure with angelic wings gliding down. It's Rick, smiling.
"Tim, don't worry about me, I'm fine. JV is right, you weren't responsible. It decided it myself, just as he said. I just hope you can ever forgive me, so let this be my try to redeem all the pain you went through."
He forms into a ball of blinding light, illuminating the room. As the darkness vanishes, I see the playground from 4 years ago, this time completely clean and simply beautiful. The bench is shimmering in the sunlight, it's fresh wooden color shining. The swings are reflecting the light, exposing its astonishing silver color.
And on top of the hill, I see the grey-light blue husky, spreading his arms to welcome me. I run up and shout 'Thank you, Rick. You're forgiven!'.
Feeling the warm fur brushing over mine, I give myself completely to JV. We kiss and I explore his muzzle, loving the taste. He pushes me softly into the grass and his head lowers between my legs. He licks the tip of my throbbing dick, making me yelp in pleasure. The feeling blows my brain away and I forget about everything. He licks it another time, this time I moan. His paws are massaging me, slowly pressing into my belly and stroking over it.
"I love you," I whisper.
"I love you too," he responds and licks me another time.
Steadily, the moments of his tongue sliding over my most sensitive parts extend. I try to move my head, but it's in the hold of Rick, kissing me. I feel his tongue and JV's tongue. It's a romantic, quiet, yet such a powerful and moving moment. I gasp as I feel JV taking in all of me. But my try to squirm is supressed by Rick, holding me tightly in his arms and his kiss. I have no option but to enjoy. And I do.
The ascending and descending of the husky's head sends flashes through my body, everytime he passes the head of my pre spilling member. I can't hold it any longer and let go. The same beautiful, sharp pain of my first dream returns and I feel drained, powerless and happy, happy for eternity. Finally, the Pikachu on top of me, lets his grip loosen. Instead JV crawls up to me. He kisses me and we watch the yellow rodent waving.
"I have to go, but we will meet again, I promise." A beam of light embraces him and lifts him from the green ground into the sky...
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The sun blinded me with its light as I opened my eyes, feeling wet in my lower regions. All I could do, was to smile, thinking of it as Rick's last gift. I got up to shower, cleansing myself of the sticky fluid. A bit of remorse rushed my head, but it was replaced by a warm feeling a second later. I was smiling for no reason, I was...happy? Yea, I was happy, finally having said a proper good bye to Rick. And I fell in love again.
I had breakfast and waited for my parents to come as everyday at noon. On time like an egg-timer, I heard a knock on the door. However, I was slightly surprised when not only Tim and Alex were there, no, JV accompanied them. I gave them a warm smile and asked them to come in. My smile made Tim and Alex cry another time. They rushed over to me and buried me under hugs and kisses, gasping phrases like 'Thanks god' and 'You're ok!'.
"Dad, Dad, I'm over it." My voice was soft and calm, showing them, I told the truth. "And JV, no John, I love you." I watched his eyes, sparkling for the first time in a long time.
"I-I love you, too" The grey-blue muzzle turned slightly pink, he was obviously uncomfortable to confess it near my parents.
I got up and kissed him on the lips, feeling the gazes of my parents. They were shocked, yet happy for me. Their son turned out to be just like them.
"I have something to tell..." I started and then I told them the story of my dream, how I saw Rick a last time. It struck them into tears, JV holding me when I got to the part where he saved me. When I was finished, I kissed John and ended it with a sentence from the depths of my heart.
"John, we're his legacy..."
"Thinking of it, I think this is Karma in it's fullest...The death of a friend led to my love..." the chubby Buizel thought to himself, laying on his bed.
Another 4 years had passed since then, he and JV being in College. They were roommates, lovers and friends, enjoying their love to its fullest. The clicking sound of the lock made Tim look up. JV returned, holding bags with food from the grocery.
"Back, hun!"
"Heeey," the golden otter Pokémorph cooed and kissed the husky on the cheek, "did you get the ice cream?"
"Hell yeah." He pulled a plastic box out of the bags, holding it in front of Tim's nose.
They kissed another time.
"Ok, then let's go to the graveyard."
As a reminder of their first activity together, Tim and John bought a pack of vanilla ice cream every year on his death date and ate it in front of Rick's grave, imagining that he would join them and enjoy the sweet taste just like they did.
"See you next year Rick," they smiled at the stone and placed a scoop of ice cream on the earth. Walking back to the car, JV rose his voice.
"Do you really think, he watches us?"
"I am sure, I know it was him in my dream...He's there and will always be."
The ice cream glimmered in the sun, looking like it winked at the leaving couple...
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