Alexander's Accounts - Part 12
Alexander and Artemis are hungover. I am low in motivation. Fuck, this is bad for all of us :p.
(this part is less than 2K words. Whoops, eh, LTp4 4is 3K so that makes up some way.
(maybe i should allow myself to skip weeks of low motivation but ehhhhh when i edit it before sending a query letter for it, i'll end up making this chapter better.)
(mi wile pali e kalama mi. kulupu furi li wile mi pali e lipu ni. tomo pi kama sona li wile mi pali a lipu ona. mi wile tawa tan kalama pona. lipu ni, tan ale ni, li ike. eh.)
Part 12 of Alexander's Accounts, continuing from a drunken hotel scene
Ugh. I was weak. The sun was aggressive, even through the curtains. And i was tired. Not in a sleepy way.
Artemis, still asleep. Unconscious, maybe. Hopefully just asleep-unconscious.
And i felt a little sick, a dry mouth, a headache. I hate this.
And what had happened last night? There was the liquor and the boyfriend… and the police. But then there was the… the… reference to sex.
As if it'd happen today. No, fuck that. Not now.
I decided not to consent, not now.
Artemis woke up, gently. “Hungover?”
“Yeah.”
And i pulled him closer to me. The hair was perfect to sink into. Soft and fluffy, as always.
“Don't you feel ill, too?”
I could feel Artemis chuckle. “My liver is efficent”
"I wish”, i said.
“Ehhhh”, said Artemis. And then it turned into a sleep-noise.
I sunk into him some further to make up for the distance i lost when he had breathed out during the noise. I knew i couldn't sleep. That didn't stop me from trying.
So, i lay there, awake. Feeling his slow and gentle breath.
And time passed imperceptibly with him. Nausea came and went.
And i put my lips to Artemis's body and kissed. Why did the hair have to be so loose?
“You have too much hair”, i said.
“I'll take a shower”, he said. "I've been needing one since having to handle that shitty anti-human shower”
“I didn't take my pills, i forgot”, i said.
“You'll be ok. Some werewolvian doses can kill humans, after all.”
He left the bed. I fell, into the excess warmth. It smelt of Artemis.
A surprisingly human scent. A masculine one too. Agent brown, after all, had given Samuel Prachet-Irving 1000 chances and he took the one he liked the most. The most humanoid one, the one with the least lupine influence.
I cringed a little at the thought of what Irving did. The hair i was lying in was that which contained a genome he himself created for the sole purpose of abuse.
Because, when one considers the orchard and the animals that inhabited it, one thing became all-too clear about Irving I was glad at how much stuff had changed. Werewolves had gone from animalistic brutes to refined creatures, and i liked that.
But Irving was long-dead, his Agent Brown incinerated.
And Artemis left the shower, wet. And he turned on a hairdryer.
I looked at the plug. Three holes in a vertical line, antiquated-looking. And i looked at the hairdryer. Standard European unearthed plug.
Artemis was naked. Not that the either of us minded. Werewolf-human relationships wouldn't be frowned upon here. The specific genders were just little preferences, after all, nothing worth getting too heated about. It'd either reduce the gene pool to the “better ones” or increase the amount of satisfaction within the population. Both, then, were desirable.
And i showered too, but didn't dry my hair.
We went outside. Onto the street. A thin layer of snow remained from last night. And the street kept a characteristic chill. It gave my wet hair the chill.
And we walked past bare tree and frosted window.
"February's been unusually hot", said Artemis.
Really, fucking really?! Ugh. And the only pro-human place is basically Alaska.
"Un imodicamedicamestupefactvinectiomedicaodicactio ef na-errav con herricane. ¡Lokuore nof!”, read an advert in the window. Picture of doctors, mainly human, and pills. I looked at the word. What the actual fuck? And i looked at the rest of the text.
It was decipherable, i realised. “Lokuore” felt a little like loquor, meaning to speak in Latin. Hell, it was in the second-person imperative, i realised. Thank god i spent that time learning the verbs.
“Nos” was also a very Latin pronoun; something like “we”. Did Spanish care for case in pronouns? I remember how the grammar felt in my head, the little shaded squares. Accusative, normative, vocative - nos.
So, “you should speak to us”.
That was easy. The long word… ugh. I could break it up, though; imodica, meaning “excessive”, “medica”, meaning “medicine” or “drug”, “stupefact”, meaning… narcot, maybe…? and “inectio”, meaning “injection”.
I saw more words. I ignored them. So… “excessive drug injection”.
And what does an an excessive injection do? It causes a poisioning. Interesting.
And then there was one thing missing. “na-errav”; i couldn't tell what it was. Eh. Next term. “con herrican", think, referred to a drug Samuel Prachet-Irving had made.
A poisoning is […] with herricane. Speak to us!
Hmm.
“Hey, this sign uses Latin!”, i said to Artemis.
He turned to look. “An overdose is too-easy with herricane, speak to us”
“That's what i thought. But what's that na-errav word?”
And he only smiled. “too-easy; ‘na’, the highest, the excessive degree, and ‘erraz’, meaning easy. From Basque.”
His eyes weren't reading what i wanted them to. “You're being serious?”
“Yep, same origin as the Standard Spanish izquerda!”
But something caught me. “You have degree affixes?”
“They're considered seperate words. They came from Vietnamese; we have mot, jai, pa, and pon, and to make them show smallness, just add men before it.”
Northern Spanish wasn't just a codex for Spanish. Hell, it didn't even have a richer volcabulary; it had affixes. “And how many affixes can you add?”
“connector-words is the term. They connect and add meaning.” Artemis said.
“That's literally the definition of an Affix.”
Artemis shrugged. " Ok, maybe. Anyways, the answer would be too many. they thought it'd be easier to add affixes to existing words than to add pure new words. Do you know what the word for south is?”
Latin was screaming at me auster!, it screamed, australis!, it screamed. They sounded too easy to learn. I went for a different one. “Meridies?”
“Nope. It's menfepentrio. Not-north.”
And i heard his pronunciation of f. It was a weird f, not the normal f… it was the the f, a th sound. Seseo. But here it hit harder. It hit both the f and s sounds.
Northern Spanish isn't a dialect. It's not mutually intelligible. Its probably further than Romanian is to Spanish!
“And the other cardinals?”, i asked.
He smiled. “That's when you use the degrees; east is pa-fepentrio and west is menpa-fepentrio.”
He only invited more questions. “And… where did men come from?”
“Mars." He chuckled. “Ok, no, they clipped mendacio and turned it from ‘lie’ to ‘not’. How cool is that?!”
Very cool. So, they made affixes not from nothing but from their own fucking language. And i remembered something i heard once.
Always, alone, already, altogether; they were but descendants of all-ways, all-one, all-ready, all-together. English had done the same thing, if not to the same magnitude. It used its own words to make new one.
And i smiled. “I can see why you're so obsessed over linguistics.”
“Yep."
A daring thought struck. “Do you… have noun cases?”
“Yes.”, Artemis said, and my heart sunk. Years spent learning about the clasess and genders and plurals and “6” (realistically 5 save for the cases in which it was the case that the vocative case did differ from the normative case) Latin cases and the ways they differed and the exceptions and the endings and everything they did and how they allowed free word order at my cost of freedom from memorisation… fuck.
“But it's really easy.”, he said. “You just add these little markers and you're done. And you can put the words anywhere”
“Show me.”
“Yo doy el vidosto a te.”, he said. “I give you the liquid.”
doy... That was a conjugation of the Spanish "dar". Most of the sentence was Spanish, in fact. But i hadn't a clue for one word. "Where did vidosto come from?"
"Russian", said Artemis. "Just like Chovesk from Bulgarian."
Woah. What a cosmopolitan language.
"Anyways, we then have the markers, so something like 'doy te la-vidosto'a' would be fine"
"Something with less pronouns", i requested.
“Ok then, ‘doy el vidosto a el chovesk’”, he said. “I gave the human the liquid.”
Chovesk. I remember that word from the car ride up north.
“Then we inflect into ‘doy el-vidosto'a el-o'chovesk', where we use the weak articles and append them to the marker+root”, said Artemis. “'a' for the indirect object and ‘o’ for the object. You can add it to any word and it'll make sense.”
Clever. Easier then Latin. “I like it”, i said.
“And, the fun thing is that we can put the words in emphasis order… like ‘el-vidosto’a el-o'chovesk doy' becomes ‘the liquid to the human, i give’, with the liquid having been emphasised!”
“that's fun”, i said. “As i haven't abused it to death in my homophobic rants in Latin :p”
“Yep! Too bad it's only used in poetry!”
I shrugged. We continued down the street to find a restaurant. To eat, to recuperate, to find new happiness.
Tired. Big day of touring. Not that i minded, as long as i was with Artemis.
I was in the hotel room with Artemis. “How's the hangover?”, i asked him.
“I'm fine now.”, he said.
I was fine too. “Let's have anal!”
He undressed, and i did so too. His cock, visible at its flaccid level.
“Yeah”, he said, walking to the table to get a condom.
I moved to sit on the bed, to be the receiver.
And he walked to me, holding a bottle of lube.
“So, a drop inside and a squirt on the outside”, he recalled into himself.
“To keep the squirt inside”, i witted.
He chuckled a little.
I reached out to the member, to touch it. At just the lightest touch against the almost velvety skin, it reacted. It got slightly hard. And i did, too, seeing his eagerness.
And he stood in front of me. Was it pre or lube?
I teased the condom out of his hand and pushed the membrane against his cock.
I rolled it down, gingerly, carefully; breaking the membrane'd be a bad idea.
But wait. I paused. “Didn't i already suck you off, without a condom?”
“I don't want to have to handle shit on my dick”, said Artemis.
I shrugged and continued. It was kind of surprising to me to feel a little tingle asi realised that yes, he was intending on being inside me, a part of me not often open, a part of me hidden away from the world.
So, i pushed the condom down Artemis. I kissed it.
He leant down to grab me with his arms. What beautiful tingles!
And i let him hold me there for a second, just before he picked me up.
His lips found purchase around the skin of my shoulder as his hand moved down and grabbed my buttock. He squeezed it and i moaned a little, as a way of aying yes.
And his dick bounced against my back, It felt good there.
And he said something, saying “you're mine now.”
And i moaned.
He let me back onto the bed, his erect dick bouncing and throbbing.
I smiled and nodded, and he took my legs, pulled them over his shoulders. Nice tingles.
And he shoved his dick in, moving back and forth.
And i moaned as he bowed my prostate like the bass string of some large instrument, resonant melodies plucked by his elegant glans.
I moaned louder as his pushing got more and more intense.
And after a while, he came, inside me.
And we kissed and cleaned up and went to sleep.
Stay tuned for part 13, in which we live.
Some notes:
I've never had a hangover (i drink a lot of water and not much alcohol, after all) so this'll be more difficult for me to write, eh.
I've been drifting from a more episodic structure to a chapter-based structure because i have plans to publish novels, and i kind of like where it's going. There's been a good sense of flow between chapter 9 and 12, i think.
So yeah, that's the one furry trait i embrace in my writing; hair. I like the idea of having a fluffy pillow-boyfriend to sleep with every night. I don't like the more animalistic body language quirks and i don't like tails, so i don't write about it except when necessary (like the tailbone nerve-hotspot mentioned in part 1).
And the great thing about the furry community is how accepting it is, or at least proclaimed to be. Everything from the more animalistic areas to my “these are just humans with mild differences” area is accepted so i kind of use these stories as an entry-ticket to this fandom despite the fact that a mainstream audience'd be perfectly happy to read this. Because i should ?"keep as many doors open as possible"?.
Every person and community, to me, is a tool. I have discord servers i joined only to learn stuff like Chinese and Catalan and Drawing and then communities i partake in only for the conversation, the creative outlet (hello!), or the interesting people. But that's because to me, everything human-made is a tool for editing the human state (as in food removing hunger or decoration giving a sense of place and aesthetic beauty which then calm the human mind) or creating more tools.
For an example, these stories are a tool for both enjoyment and sexual pleasure and escapism, all of which are useful. Well, to me, they're a way for me to maintain a stimulation level that doesn't make me bored or stressed. Self-expression and teaching morals are a side effect, and money even further to the side, somehow.
I did not expect that my outlet for this little approach to life i've come up would be the footnotes section of literal furry porn. I would have laughed at that idea if i'd been told it
(yes, Spanish retains some semblance of case in its pronounce; “nos” is the object form of “nosotros”. Fun, and in a bite-sized flavour! Me lo gusta!)
I didn't end up teaching the logarithms i was taught in a-level maths, but here's some Latin for you to bite into :p.
I tried reading out the sign-understanding scene out loud and it turns out my dialouge is really difficult to follow without marks. Nice to see that i'm developing a literary register of English independent of the oral one.
(sniggers) oral