Ribbons - Part One
#1 of Ribbons
Warning: This contains Yaoi/Animal Erotica/ M/M /Yiffing/"OMFG, TEH GAY THING!" or whatever you wish to call it. If you don't like that kind of thing, don't read this.
Disclaimer: All characters and places in this story are ment to be original, and any resemblance to a real person or place is completely coinidental. This is completely fictional!
Monday, June 20th, 2005. 4:31 PM.
I sat on the regular bench infront of the Peccamen Poena High School in California. It's a latin name, but no one seems to have any idea what it means.
I am Koji Masato, 11th grade at Peccamen Poena High School. I'm 16, and I was born in Japan, but my parents abandoned me when I was fairly young. The only parents I could find were the McNaughton family - a "family" of husband and wife, with no children they had, and only one child at all - me. Woodrow and Virginia McNaughton - my adopted parents - owned a small computer software company called "ALLC" which they ran within there sixteen-room, Italian-style house. Since they had so much spare space, they housed five of their employees. Chris, Mandy, Brooke, Wil ( Yes, there was only one "l" in his name. ), and Lindsay.
I am a breed of Arctic wolf. Once I got here, I was eight years old, and I didn't really understand why. It was summer when I got here, and I spent all that summer using both paws as fans when I was alone, and sweating heavily when I was around others. I got sick alot in that summer.
Anyway, back to the story. I was waiting patiently on the bench, as told to by the note given to me by my girlfriend's best friend. It said to be there 4:30. I still waited, her being only five minutes late before arriving.
And there she was. A foxy vixon dressed in a red tanktop and tight blue jeans.
" Melanye! " I exclaimed in welcome.
" Look, I need to tell you something. " She said, looking down. I didn't like where this was headed.
" Okay, go ahead. " I replied.
" Well... I think it's time that you and me... start... dating other people. " She said, with false dismay.
" W-what are you saying? "
" I'm leaving you. " She replied, bluntly.
" But....... Why.....? "
" It's Matt. "
Of course. Matt Bunn - school "jock", self-preclaimed "He-man", and world's largest asshole, with an ego only matched in amount by Bill Gate's money.
" Oh, of course him! "
" Don't take this personally - "
" DON'T TAKE THIS PERSONALLY?! YOU'RE LEAVING ME BECAUSE I'M NOT A FUCKING JOCK!! HOW CAN I NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY?!?! " People stared at me, because I was yelling farely loud. I loved her, but I hated Matt more than anyone. It was so obvious - she wanted me to be jealous.
" Well! If that's the way you're going to act! " She exclaimed, and walked off.
" Get back here! Get back.... here..... " I looked down at the ground and cried....
Monday, June 20th, 2005. 9:57 PM.
I was in the kitchen of our house. I looked into each of the three refridgerators. Once looking in the third, I found what I was looking for - a 12 pack of beer. I took one, hoping no one would notice, as they usually didn't, and retreated to my room. I opened it, crying profusely, and glupped down half of it.
Just then, I heard a knock on the door. I set the beer next to the bed, the bed hiding it from the vantage point of the door. But I forgot to make it look like I hadn't been crying.
" Come in! " I exclaimed.
Chris emerged from the dark depths of the hallway. He was a muscular German Shepard. He sat down next to me.
" What are you crying about? " He asked, in his deep, dark voice.
" Fuck off. " I said, and stuck up my middle finger, as I had done to nearly every man I had seen that day.
" Oooh. What's this? " He asked, picking up the beer.
I froze. I had been found out, and I couldn't help but tremble.
" Heh. " He laughed, and closed the door. He pulled out of the small backpack on his back, some whiskey. He grabbed my shirt roughly, and threw me down on the bed. I tried to get up, but he pushed be back down, and took the whiskey. He opened it up, and forced the mouth of the bottle into my muzzle.
I did everything I could not to swallow, but he forced me to swallow it by forcing up my adam's apple. I realized it would be no good to struggle, so I drank half of the bottle.
He took the whiskey bottle out of my muzzle and set it aside. I was very drunk at this point. He smiled. " You ready...? "
Being only sixteen, I was very lightweight when it came to drinking, and I was really drunk at this point. He smiled, and pulled down my pajama pants and boxer shorts, staring at my unerect cock. He pulled out his own, and put it under my tail.
" You're my bitch tonight. Got that? " He asked.
At this point, I had no idea what was going on. I nodded, feeling sick already from all the whiskey. He smirked.
" Good. "
He then forced himself into me, slamming into my prostate with each thrust. Growling erotically, he pumped into me, and all I could do was close my eyes, and enjoy it.
Before this night, I thought I was straight. But once he penetrated me, it almost felt right. I moaned back at him, rubbing my now painfully erect wolfhood. I started to put hot friction to myself.
I stroked myself in rythm with his thrusts. Everything I did was completely instict. As if my rational mind had been temporarily drowned in whiskey.
Right before he released his load, he pulled himself out of me, and put his large cock to mine, and jacked up both off. I closed my eyes in pleasure.
At the same time, we released our loads of white seed onto my bleach-white fur. He smiled, and rubbed the seed into the skin of my stomach. I groaned in indulgence.
Being spent, he took out a pill of some sort and forced me to take it.
" When you wake up, you'll probably have too much of a hangover to remember any of this. " He said, as the last things I heard before falling asleep....