Happy Birthday
#1 of Safety
Hey guys thanks so much for the support on the "Locker Buds" series thus far. This is the beginning of a new series, I hope you enjoy it. Remember to vote, favorite, critique, everything and anything is appreciated!
18+ story so shoo kids.
Otherwise, enjoy!
Rain falls in sheets, coating the second story window in a thin layer of water. Thunder rumbles, shaking the old building's foundations with a low pitch hum. Matching that of the storm, my mood is dark grey; waiting for the sun to burst through the clouds of the stormy sky. It feels like living in a war zone, with thunder crashing in explosive bursts, startling me every time even though I know it's coming. Surrounding me are rugged, ruptured walls that barely keep the rain out, letting the stronger gusts of wind blow through and chill me to the bone. But I remain solemn, in a sort of acceptance of my ragged clothes and battered appearance.
Thunder burst loudly, seemingly right outside the building. I yelp, jumping in terror at the sound. Thunder has always scared me. I guess it's just one of those childhood fears that never goes away or that it's a reminder of another loud sound that terrifies me equally.
The door of the old building flies open at the hand of a large silhouette outlined in the glow of the lightening-filled sky, "GET OUT YA DIRTY BLUE FUR!" the fur's voice booms just as loud as the thunder.
Jumping up, I dash towards the large hole in the back wall from which I entered, not bothering to put up a fight. Boots slam behind me as I scramble to escape this awful room, each heavy step getting closer, shking the deteriorating floor. I'm hallway through when a heavy kick is landed of my upper thigh, "Aigh!" I yelp pushing hard to get through the thin passageway.
"YEAH YOU BETTER RUN BITCH! KEEP ON GOIN'!" the loud voice yells from behind me as I run towards the forest behind the shed panicking and breathing heavily with adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Stumbling through the underbrush, I run as fast and as far as I can from the shed. The rain starts to settle into my fur as I get further along, freezing my skin in ice cold water. Lightening lights the way through the storming night, revamping my adrenaline rush with every terrifying strike.
Legs collapsing in exhaustion, I fall below the canopy of a large tree and lean against its strong trunk. As I sit there panting, the adrenaline wears off and pain shoots up my leg. I look down to see that my blue fur is dyed a dark red, throbbing in pain from the gash that runs up my thigh. Rain mixes with tears of pain, dripping down my muzzle and off the tip of my nose, each drop bringing me closer to unconsciousness. I slump over, surrendering to the darkness and fall asleep in a lump of blood and washed away tears.
Sunlight permeates the dusty room, softening the hard edges of the windowsill in a glowing halo. I see myself, at a much younger age, playing quietly in the corner of the empty room. In this dreamy state I see my younger self smiling, amused with the two simple blocks I was given to play with. The door to the room opens revealing the figure of a woman, "Momma!" he jumps up from his blocks and runs to embrace his mother. Only reaching up to her waist, he hugs her legs tightly looking up longing for some sort of acknowledgement.
She hardly even looks at him, "Here's your food, bluey," she says, digressing from his real name which he was never called.
He looks to the floor, pitiful that he isn't called by his given name, "Thanks mommy," he says disappointed, knowing an argument would end poorly for him. He grabs the plate and sits in his corner facing the wall, turning back only to see the door close and lock behind his mother. Turning back towards his food, the pup's shoulder sulk with a long exhale as he begins to eat the scraps he was given. I want to go over and give the pup a huge hug but I can't move, I'm forced to sit and watch the pup's gloomy self sink into sadness.
My dream shifts, the pup still sits in the corner but he has aged, growing more fur around the scruff of his neck. The stars of the midnight sky reflect in tiny sparkles off the tears welling up in the corners of the pups eyes. He stands up slowly and sneaks over to the window, pacing softly of the tips of his paw pads. Holding a block in either paw, he strikes the glass of the window, shattering the pane into hundreds of tiny shards. The sound echos through the silent house, and awakes the sleeping mother in a bedroom close by.
Lights flick on and cast shadows under the door, eluding to the set of paws stomping towards the locked room. The pup races to get the glass out of the way and hops through the shattered window just as the lock clicks and his mother enters the room, "BLUEY! GET BACK HERE!" she screams through the broken window as the pup, I, run off into the night.
BANG
I awake with a start, not really aware of reality. I absently rub the back of my shoulder, where the evidence of a wound is still present. Not really conscious yet I sit up and take a deep yawning breath inhaling an unfamiliar smell. The scent of smoke snaps my brain into reality, making me realize I'm no longer outside. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts to make sure I'm not dreaming. Realizing that this is reality I take in my surroundings: the soft mattress I'm sitting on engulfs me in the warmth sleep, the toasty fireplace a few feet from the foot of the bed, the polished dark-wood walls surrounding me.
Immediately thinking I've been kidnapped, I try to hop out of bed and make for the door. Sharp tendrils of pain radiate up my leg as I try to move, hindering my movement completely. My pointed ears pick up the sound of steps approaching the room. I panic, bringing up the covers to bury everything but my eyes in.
The door creaks open just a crack, then opens completely to reveal a large grey wolf holding a tray of steaming food. I cock my head to the side, completely confused with what is going on. I stare at the wolf intently, observing his toned body clothed in a plaid shirt and jeans, bearing a gentle expression on his face. I realize I'm still shivering in fear from what is to happen next.
"Well damn kid, if you keep shaking like that, those bandages are gonna come right off," he says smiling slightly, "Ain't never seen nobody so scared over a little bit of breakfast."
"Wha- ah What?" I stutter, words not forming coherent bonds.
"Breakfast you know? Most important-" he pauses seeming to notice I'm still terrified, "Ah never mind, just eat up, you look like death."
"Uh huh," I say, staring blankly ahead of me as he hands over the tray.
The food smells amazing, I don't know if it's just because I've been eating scraps for most of my life, but this must be the best smelling meal I've ever seen. My stomach growls at me, as if yelling at me to stop starting and start eating.
As I start stuffing my face with food, the wolf sits down on a chair next to the bed, "So you gotta name kid?"
I almost choke, no one has asked me for my name before, only calling me derogatory slurs like "bluey" or "blue-fur." I'm so stunned I can't speak.
"Come on kid it's not like I'm askin' you a tough question," he says placing a paw on my shoulder, "Ya gotta help me out here otherwise I'm gonna have to give you a name."
"Lucas!" I blurt out through a mouthful of scrambled eggs.
"Lucas, alright," he says gazing into my eyes, "I'm Maximillian by the way. So what were you doing out there in the forest all alone?"
I look at him for a moment, swallow my food, then pull off the covers slightly to reveal the blue patches on me, "I'm a blue-fur."
"Yeah, well..." he pulls down on the collar of his shirt, revealing that his muscular chest was also sky blue, "So am I."
I instantly break into tears, and lean over to hug Maximillian. Feeling the closeness of his body makes me feel so wanted so comforted that I never want to leave his embrace. I wrap my paws around his shoulders pulling myself close to him, "I-I've ne-ever met another blue-fur before," I sputter out between sobs.
Maximillian is stunned at first but then wraps his large arms around my body, cradling me, rocking me, "It's okay kid, let it out."
I curl myself up into a ball in Maximillian's arms crying into his chest, "Hold me," I say sniffling, looking up into Maximillian's kind eyes.
"Oh Lucas, I won't let anyone hurt you anymore," he says, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as well.
We sit together, sniffling as I'm held in the strong arms of Maximillian. No words are exchanged for a long time, simply being with him makes me feel better, makes me feel wanted.
"Let's get you some new clothes," he says, shifting and clearing his throat, "Those rags can't possibly be warm."
"Okay," I say, still sniffling. Maximillian lifts me up and gently places me back on the bed. As he exits the room, I begin to take off my torn-up shirt. Easing out of the sleeves, I lift the shirt up and over my head and place it at the foot of the bed. I then stick my thumbs under the waist of pants and start to pull down, "Aahh!" I yelp out in pain as my pant leg grazes across the bandaged gash on my leg.
Maximillian enters the room in a hurry, carrying a set of fresh clothes, "What's wrong?" Both he and I notice my morning wood at the same time, but he completely ignores save a slight grin. I point to my bandaged leg, "Oh," he says stepping over beside the bed, "Let me help."
Maximillian grazes his claw tip over my inner thighs, gently gripping the waist of my pants. He slowly moves his paws down my leg, easing my pants off my sensitive leg. I blush even harder now, my cock at full mast and completely naked in front of the fur who saved my life, "Thanks," is all I manage to say.
"Hey don't worry about it," he says, discarding my pants onto in floor with a noticeable bulge in his own, "Not like I've never seen a dick before."
The lewdness of his statement makes me giggle a bit in embarrassment, noting the kind nature that he presented before. I shift while laughing, causing my leg to shoot up in pain again.
"Geez kid you really did a number on that leg," he says observing the red stained bandage, "What happened?"
I grimace at, thinking back to the events of the night before. The shed, the yelling fur, everything is still fresh in my mind. I tell Maximillian every last detail, even my most personal feelings. Having known him for only a few hours doesn't seem to hinder my comfort in the slightest, letting me pour out my life story to the intently listening wolf. Verging on tears as I describe my early childhood, I tell him how the wound on my shoulder came to be.
Maximillian is wide eyed, "Christ kid your own mother shot you?!" he exclaims trying to fathom how such a thing could happen.
I rub my shoulder and nod, "If you can even call her a 'mother.' I hardly even saw the outside of that room until I escaped."
Maximillian sits down astounded, staring straight ahead in deep thought. "How long have you been living on your own then?"
I cradle my head in my paws, looking down as a single tears outlines my snout. I sniffle, "I don't know. Hell, I don't even know when my own birthday is!"
Maximillian observes my sadness momentarily, then stands, placing a paw under my chin. He looks into my eyes with a teary smile, "Lucas," he pauses letting out a long sigh, "I'm gonna fix you, I don't care if you don't want my help, you're gonna get it. I'm not letting you live like this anymore."
My eyes quiver with tears, then I jump into his arms sobbing in pure joy, "Thank you," I whisper into his ear as he cradles me and rocks me back to sleep.
"Don't worry, you're safe," he soothingly whispers in my ear as I drift off to sleep, "Happy birthday, Lucas"