Imani (Part I)
#1 of Imani
"Oh, Gray..." I whined, his length buried under my tail, the momentum of this thrusts spending me into spasms of pleasure. My own member throbbed between us, our tongues exploring each others mouths. His canid breath sent shivers down my spine, the heat of his fur drawing me ever closer to him. His thrusts became more panicked, harder and deeper. It wasn't long until I heard him whine, restrained but so sexy, and I felt a warmth erupt within me. I wrapped my arms around him, my paws locking behind him as he panted in my hears, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle.
"Tobias..." He whimpered into my ear, making every fiber of fur on my body stand on end. "I love you...I love you so much Toby..." He panted out. He slid out of me, leaving me to soak in his warmth and bathe in his afterglow. It had been a week since I had last seen him, and it felt like I was missing a part of me. He was gone for some stupid church thing that his mother had dragged him too.
"Mom's not home for another few hours..." I glanced over at the clock -- 4:55AM. He stood up and smiled, giving me a good look at his beautiful, slender body; He was a coyote, red as rust except his white ear tips and stomach. I stare into his ice blue eyes, my own fox body reflected in them. I'm smaller than him, only 5'4", but the same shade of red cover my body as his -- well, except my back and paws, which are peppered with spots of black.
"Eleven, right?" He nods at me and I continue, "We should get some more sleep then." He seems to agree, sliding beside me. "We have to be up at eight, though. I don't want my mom catching me in bed with a cute fox like you." That draws a smile across my face, but exhaustion wracks my body. It wasn't my idea -- the sex. But when you wake up with your boyfriend's cock pressing up under your tail...you know, things happen.
"You mean," I say teasingly, "With a guy like me." I probably didn't need to add the emphasis, we both know his mother would blow a gasket if he was caught in bed with me. "If I was a cute little vixen, she'd probably be thrilled." There was nothing that I loved more than to tease him. His mother was a nice woman, but she was overly religious. I can hear her voice in my mind, "It's not that I don't like the gays. I just wouldn't want them in my town. You know they try to convert kids, right?" I bit my tongue. I wanted to yell at her, to tell her that her son was as gay as they come, that he'd reamed my tail on more than one night. But for my Coyote, nothing was too much. "If I came home with any vixen," The venom in his voice was palpable, "It had better be you in a dress." I chortled back a laugh. "You've never seen me in a dress." Then again, I'd never been in a dress. I never had wanted to be a crossdresser. It gives him a pause, clearly thinking. "You'd look good in a blue dress." He's teasing, now. I sighed, pressing myself closer to him.
I felt his breath against the nape of my neck, the warmth of his arms and paws squeezing me closer to him. I felt myself drifting off, felt his heartbeat on my back. Gray was an amazing man, one of the few people in my life that I trusted completely.
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Sleep, for a change, game easy to me; I probably would've slept all the way through the night if my phone hadn't buzzed loud enough to wake me up. I rubbed my eyes, still blurry from sleep. I glanced at the Caller ID, "Milan." Milan was my best friend, I was closer to him than I was to Gray, even. It was still odd to see him calling at seven-thirty in the morning. I swiped a finger across the screen to answer.
"Toby!" He sounded panicked. That wasn't normal for him, he was normally a tough-guy, who never panicked. "Is Gray with you? Oh god, Toby." My heart lurched. I sat straight up, shoving Gray off of me as I did. "Milan, calm down. He's right here. What's wrong?" His voice shook and cracked, sending a wave of terror through my very existence. "How fast can you get to the hospital?"
"What?! Milan? What's going on?!" If Gray hadn't woken up when I threw him off, he sure was awake now. "There was an accident...oh god..." He sounded on the verge of tears, "Imani's in the hospital. Charlotte is okay...get down here as quick as you can...we're in the Emergency Triage..." I hung up the phone, standing up as quick as I could.
"We need to go, Gray. Get dressed." He gave me an odd look, but we through on our clothes as quick as we could. "It's your sister...she's in the hospital..." The words sounded strange as they threaded themselves through my teeth, I wanted to bite them off and pretend that if I didn't say them, it wasn't real. I knew if it wasn't as serious, Charlotte -- Gray and Imani's mom -- would've called him. She called Milan, though. It made some sense -- Milan was her boyfriend.
I don't remember driving so quickly, but we made it in record time. I was driving, Gray wouldn't have been able if he had even wanted too. He was a mess, sobbing and hardly stopping to breathe. I drop Gray off at the emergency door of the Cherry Regional Medical Hospital and go to find parking. There were no parking lots in the first two parking lots, and I finally find in the hospital's third parking lot. "It's not even that big of a hospital, why are there so many damn cars?" I thought.
I sprinted to the door and rushed in, jogging to the triage desk. The scent of sterilization chemicals was overwhelming, but I pushed through to talk to the nurse (attendant?), a young antelope. "I'm here to see Imani Keener..." I realize how out of breath I am. Foxes are speedy, but they don't have the best stamina in the world. "Normally," Her voice was cool and calming, bringing me out of my daze, "We only allow three visitors. But given the circumstances...if anyone asks why there's four of you, tell them to talk to me." She put a badge to something on the wall, and the doors behind her opened up.
The emergency room seems to never change -- a lot of little rooms, all leading out to one main hallway with glass doors partitioning them into their own little worlds of pain and suffering. Last time I was here I was I had a shattered arm (boy, that bike accident was fun.), this time I'm only a visitor but it feels worse. At least last time they gave me pain medicine. This time there would be no pain medicine. I spot Milan just a few rooms down, sitting on the floor outside of the room that I assume is Imani's. His head is held between his paws, his ears pinned back to his head. It's not often you see a wolf sobbing in a ball, especially one as strong as Milan.
Where Gray was slandered, sleek, he was built like a tank, muscled and toned. He stood well over 6', probably closer to 6'6". He's a standard wolf, gray and silver, with almost no deviation from the single ashy tone. "Milan..." I whisper, suddenly scared. The sheer terror in his eyes, the tears running down his face made me realize how bad it must be. He patted next to him, inviting me to sit next to him. Even on the floor, he dwarfs me. I sit my head on his shoulder, one of his arms wraps around me, squeezing me hard.
"It's bad, Toby..." His words ring in my heart, my heart shredding, "She's not gonna make it." I'm crying. I realize it, but I don't feel it. I'm not sure I'm feeling much of anything at this point.
"She's a f-fighter, Milan." I sniffle it out. When did I start crying so hard? "She'll make it...she's gotta make it...you know her better than anyone, she'll make it..." I'm forcing it through my muzzle, it's hard to say and it's stuck in my throat. I force it out, though.
"Stay with me, Toby..." He says it pathetically, and he's not asking me. "She's not awake...don't -- don't look...just stay here. You don't want to see her..." His words are quite, constrained with grief. He holds me close to his chest, I can hear his heart racing, pounding as if it trying to break out of its confinement.
"I'm not going anywhere, Milan...you and Gray are my top priorities." Gray isn't here right now, anyway. I adore Milan, he's my oldest friend in the world, and an amazing person. My thoughts do somersaults in my mind, like flipping a coin through your fingers. They always come back, no matter what I try to do to distract myself, to the fact that we are in a hospital, and Imani is dying. I take a deep breath, Milan's scent engulfing me. It's always meant comfort and familiarity, among other things. We spent entire summers together when we were in High School. We'd stay at his house most of the time, and he was the first person I told I was gay. I can remember it as clear as crystal, though I'm not sure why I think of it now.