Ghost Town
Ghost Town
by Mriya Jackalope
translated from the german original "Geisterstadt"
July 9th, 2003
"...and don't come back too late!" his mother called to him, but at this time Maik was just too far away to hear that. Like a greased lightning the young buck rode away on his bicycle, to his own special advanture playground.
It was a clear saturday morning in summer, shortly after nine o'clock. Only a few small fluffy clouds were in the shiny blue sky, and the sun shined, warming the air. Of cause he had not told his mother where he was going. She never would have allowed it. It was her natural behaviour as a deer mother to be careful and concerned. Maik didn't have this sense yet. He was young and feeling strong.
A few months ago he had turned 15, finally. His birthday present was a super-cool mountain bike, with cross-country tires and 21 gears. He rode his new bike at any opportunity, through the streets of his city or the near forest. He was a happy spring of youthful energy, curiosity and thirst for action. He was the whole pride of his parents, but also a reason for sleepless nights.
Maik was a young male fawn deer, with shiny red-brown fur and the typical white spots. But for some time now, the spots began to fade, also his fur became a little bit darker. Maik was proud about that, since that was a certain sign of becoming adult. After all, it was still a long way to be a real adult, since he only had entered puberty yet. He noticed that by his burrs, which were slowly beginning to grow. Later, in a few years, he would carry the same impressive antlers like his father. For now, only the big agile ears were crowning his head. He always had a warm innocent smile on his lips, together with his glancing big brown eyes he was a very sympathic person. Today he was only wearing a short jeans and a waistcoat, it was too warm to have on anything more.
He was kind of a loner, he prefered to experience his advantures alone. He had some friends in school too, but they prefered to meet each other in their free time to hang around in cliques or to play football. So Maik experienced his surrounding on his new bike and found new interesting places in his city from day to day. And one of this places that he found a few weeks ago was his new favourite playground: An abandoned gigantic freight depot at the outskirt of the New District.
His mother always had warned him to go into the city district beyond the bridge. Evil people live there, gangsters, tramps and other no-good persons. But his curiosity had driven him again and again to explore the world beyond the bridge. Everything seemed to be different there, totally different from his own part of the city.
Thirsty for action he rode through the narrow streets of the old town, until he reached the broad highway who connected the two city parts. It was a totally over-dimensioned street with four broad lanes, there was space for nearly six lanes. There were only a few cars at all on the street, the sidewalk was empty. And there was the skyline of the new district, gigantic right-ancled grey concrete blocks. It looked like some evil giants had played with building bricks.
With a big concrete bridge the street passed the small river, who run through the city. "Built 1973", Maik read on a copper plaque at the bridge portal. In the middle of the brigde Maik stopped and looked over to the menacing looking concrete city.
At both sides of the lightly rising highway there were long rows of tall buildings. On the left there were four blocks, standing in a 90 degree angle to the street. The houses seemed to be incredibly big, at least 300 to 400 metres long and 11 floors high. At the other side of the street three slender looking high-rises were pointing to the sky. Maik could count at least 16 floors at these buildings. Far away he could see even taller buildings, but not as big as the buildings at the main road.
Maik already knew where he had to go. Right after the three high-rises he turned into a small side road which was closed for cars. Some capstans, a barrier and a warning sign made it impossible for cars to drive here. Slowly Maik began to recognize why his mother had warned him to visit this part of the city. The new district was like a ghost town. In the high-rises near the river and the main road people were still living - he had noticed the curtains behind the windows - but beside that, there was another image.
On both sides of the road there were long rows of houses, eight floors tall and completely abandoned. The grass in front of the bricked up entries was grown wild, the windows of the first floor were welded with steel plates. Maik searched futilely for any intact window panes, but there were none. Even the window frames were missing in the dark openings of the dead building. The concrete slabs the house was made of had cracks, the rusty steel rods were visible at many places. Many graffitis were sprayed along the ground floor. Also the street was made of big concrete slabs, some were cracked up. Everywere at the edges the vegetation had grown wild.
Curious and astonished Maik rode along the ruins. Last time he was at the freight depot he had taken another way. At this place he was for the first time. Suddenly he noticed a passage through the buildings, leading to the backyard. Carefully he checked his surrounding, but nobody was watching him. So he slowly rode through the passage and found himself at the backside of the former residential block. On this side there were the balconies, and it seemed that every apartment had one.
Maik dismounted and leaned the bike at the wall. The backyard was overgrown with tall grass and bushes, no chance to get through with his bike. He was curious about these left houses. How must they look from the inside? He tried to climb on the ground floor balconies a few times, but they were too high up for him. He was just about to give up, as he saw an old rusty bike leaning next to one of the balconies in the distance. The young buck hit himself with his hoof to the head. "Damn, why not that way?" Of course it was way easier to get over the balustrade when he was standing on the saddle of a bike. So he was running through the tall grass to the old bike. Amazed he noticed that there were some pawprints on the saddle. But as good as he was looking around, he couldn't see anybody. Carefully he climbed onto the rusty bike, pulling himself over the balustrade of the balcony. "Pew, okay..."
Curiously he was looking around. On the ground and the balustrade there was rests of grey paint, but beside that he only found naked concrete. At the window side he got a surprise: The steel plates, which all windows in the ground floor were welded with, were bent away at this place. There really was a way to the inside, and in no time Maik was climbed in. It was dark in here, so dark that he didn't even could see his own paws before his eyes.
But Maik also had a lighter in his pocket, even though his parents had forbidden that. So he lighted the small flame and tried to orient himself. The flame spent only a very diffuse light, barely enough to see his surrounding. The room was empty. Only an old, mouldy wallpaper with an awful texture hung on the walls.
The door was open, there was a floor. A turning, light! The door the the house floor stands wide open, so the daylight from the stairs and the upper floors shines into the darkness. Quietly he moves out of the apartment, to the stairs. Cracked paint hung losely from the walls and the ceiling. Suddenly he stood still, frightened. On the dusty floor, on the stairs, everywhere he could see pawprints. On the stairs to the upper floors there was a clearly visible path in the dust. His heart started to beat... wasn't he alone? He listened hardly in the quiet. Water seemed to drop down somewhere, that was all he could hear. If it were rowdies, they would be making more noise, he thought.
His curiousity was stronger than the fear to find someone, or worse, to got found by someone. Quietly and careful he sneaked up the stairs, following the pawprints. "Maybe there is something interesting..." he thought excited. "...where do the path lead to?" The more he went upstairs, the faster his heart beat. And that wasn't a matter of his strain at all.
The seventh floor. "Only one more level until I got it", he spoke to himself and listened hardly in the silence again. But this time, he really could hear something, a quiet, nearly unhearable noise. Of course Maik's big trained ears fetched it. It sounded like a breathing, sometimes faster, sometimes slow, but definitely from the same source. It sure comes from above, where all the tracks went to. His heart went wild, he couldn't count the beats anymore. His fantasy played games with him, made him mad. Something in him told him to run away, but the curiousity was even stronger.
At last the curiousity won. If really something should happen, he had his fast legs and the sharp hooves at his hands anyway. He always said that to himself, also if he only had used his legs in the past.
Very carefully he climbed up the old concrete stairs step by step. Every nerve in his young body was at its breaking point. He thought that every little crumb would blast with a loud noise under his hooves, his heartbeat would be audible in 50 metres. But nothing happened. Maik still could hear the steady breathing, it seemed to be a bit aroused. Suddenly there was a new noise, a kind of rustling. It was only a short moment, then it was quiet again. In this moment his heart dropped to his pants. What if the unknown stranger would suddenly came around the corner? What if the stranger was a gangster, like his mother had always warned him? But again nothing happened, nobody came around.
Careful Maik set his hoof at the last step and looked around. Through the window at the half-landing he could look down to the dead street. All was quiet out there, nobody to see. In the middle of the floor he saw the closed doors of the elevator, with two apartment doors left and right. One of the apartment doors was open, lifted out of the angle. The breathing came definitely from the apartment with the open door, also the tracks lead to this direction. It weren't big tracks. Either the owner had only small paws, or he was a young one.
Maik plucked up his courage and sneaked over the wooden door that was laying on the ground. It wasn't easy, because he didn't wanted to touch the door - who know what awful noise that would make.
It was dark in the apartment floor, but the rooms were filled with daylight. Through the narrow floor he followed the breathing, again broken by a short quiet rustling. Now Maik recognized the rustling noise, it was like to turn over a page in a newspaper or a magazine. What did that mean? Also the breathing of the stranger seemed to be more faster and harder now, maybe he was moaning too.
His curiousity wanted an answer to all these questions, so he plucked up his courage again and slowly peeked around the corner, into the room where the strange sounds came out from. The door was leaned a little, so he could take a peek through the gap without beeing seen in the darkness of the floor.
At first he only saw a big, empty room. Old wallpapers hung on the walls, and the big empty window opening let much light into the room. Maiks gaze roamed, until he found the source of the sounds in one of the corners. A strange looking young furry was sitting cross-legged on a blanket. He was leaned to the wall and leafed in a coloured magazine.
The morph had slender eyes, like almonds. His fur seemed to be thick, soft, silk and long. His back fur was a bright, glancing-dark rust brown with a touch of golden yelow. His belly and the legs were shiny black, as good as Maik could see that from his position. The bushy, almost one meter long tail was fox red and had light rings. The stranger had an bright and friendly face, nerly complete white furred. Only around his eyes and his snout was some reddish fur. Beside that, the fox-red fur on his forehead was much lighter, more orange than red. His cute ears were stuffed with thick white fur at the inside. He was only wearing a shirt, no trousers. Maik was confused.
He was thinking about what strange species that could be. He had never seen somebody like this before in his city. His father once told him that there were very exotic furries like that, living in other countries, thousands of miles away. Now Maik remembered also the name his father told him in the past. Their name was red pandas, a species of small bears, related to the raccoons. Normally they live in asia, so what did this boy here?
Maik was fascinated of this interestingly coloured furry, who must have been approximately the same age as Maik. 14 or 15 he estimated, his height was approximately 150 centimetres. He couldn't help himself, there was an inner urge to watch this cute looking furry. What was the small ringtailed guy doing there? What was he reading? The red panda had one paw between his legs and moved it slowly in a special rhythm.
The young buck hardly pinched his eyes and tried to get some details. The red panda was holding the magazine now a little more slant, so Maik could take o look on it too. He gulped. Different Furries were shown, in various positions and costellations. The title "Yiff it!" finally told the young deer that this was a porn magazine. The thoughts in Maiks head began to spin around. Now he knew that the ringtail was masturbating. "Where does he get those magazines?" he asked himself, a little bit jealous.
Once more he watched the panda, looking between his legs. A light pink penis was clearly visible before the black belly fur. Again he was getting jealous as he saw how far the panda boy was in his adolescence. The panda's penis was stiff and a bit larger than Maik's. But his inner curousity forced him to keep his eyes there.
Sometimes slow, sometimes faster the nameless red panda stroked his erect penis, moaned silently and closed his eyes in pleasure. From time to time he looked at his bare paws, black and dirty from the dusty ground. Everytime he did that, a pleasureful sigh came from his lips. Maik didn't know why, but somehow there was a strange feeling in his body. A very pleasant inner warmth, a light tingle went through his body and concentrated in his loins. He felt his pants becoming tighter, he was building a tent.
At first he tried to ignore his erection, his feelings were confusing him. His parents had teached him that there was only love between males and females, every other was a sick perversion. But this feeling inside him couldn't be a sickness, it felt too good to be bad. Fastly he beat the admonishing thoughts out of his head, concentrated to what he saw. The red panda began to breath harder and stroked his penis faster. He also started to speak quiet to himself, more whistled than said. Maik could hardly understand what the red panda was saying, the only clear thing he could hear was the name of the panda: Tuan. A strange name, Maik thought, but maybe a normal one in Asia. He still watched the arrousing scene.
It began to ache in his jeans, Maik was highly arroused and his rod needed some freedom. Without taking his eyes from the body of the red panda he unbuttoned his jeans and let his deer penis sprang out. Leaning at the wall he started to stroke his own penis.
Tuan seemed to have entered his hot phase. He was moaning and gasping more ond more and masturbated very hard now. He started to squirm and pressed himself against the wall, moaning strange words in his native language and shook his cute wriggling body. With his black furred paw he held his pink cock firmly and moved it up and down impetuously. He moaned, gasped, was breathing heavily. With a few quiet, hacked moans he suddenly reared and his body seemed to be cramped. He cried out a loud, high scream of pleasure and the excited Maik saw a little stream of white fluid shooting out of the panda's penis.
That was too much for the young, heavy masturbating deer. He felt a growing tightness in his balls, a second later he shot his juice. Fastly he held a hand before his mouth to hold back his moaning. It shook him, his body twitched and he pushed his loins forward. A small fountain of deer sperm left his prick and dropped silently on the dusty floor. A quiet satisfied moan, that was the only sound that came from the young buck.
Tuan laid on the gound, leaned at the wall. He gasped for air, visibly exhausted. There was a deep satisfaction written in his face. Maik was a little confused about this experience. It was the first time he saw someone other masturbating, live and secret from his hidden place behinde the door. But the worst thing, so he thought, was the fact that he liked it. Concerned and still excited he buttoned his jeans and wanted to left this house, before Houng could found him.
Carefully he sneaked over the floor and climbed over the laying door. Silently he stepped down the first levels, before he quickly left the house the same way he had taken in. "Pew!" he said to himself as he found his bike still leaning at the wall. During the whole time with his curiousity and excitement he totally had forgot to lock it up.
Before he mounted his bike, he looked up to the building he was in some minutes ago. There, in the eighth floor, there...
He shook his head, kicked the pedals and rode on. With normal speed he rode to the abandoned freight depot, to which he wanted originally. But he couldn't get the pictures of the strange red panda boy out of his head. Again and again Tuan pushed himself into his fantasy. He couldn't help himself, he had to see him again...