No Such Thing
#8 of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special!
Heya furballs, and welcome back to Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special! The shutdown of Yiffstar and the boot-up of SoFurry has prevented me from uploading these stories as I planned on the week leading up to Christmas Day, but that doesn't mean anything! All that's happened is that these stories have been delayed, and that delay is now over! The special is up, and this year's batch of stories based on music I particularly enjoy is go!
Today, on December 28th 2009, this second of these five stories is uploaded to both SoFurry and Fur Affinity. On the 29th and 30th there will be two more short stories uploaded in the series. On the 31th however, a longer story will go up. It was meant for Christmas Day, but what can you do? It'll continue Cameron and Ryan's story from last year's 25th upload, and I hope you find it enjoyable!
But I've waffled on quite enough, I think. These stories have been delayed enough; it's time to read! Read on, celebratory furs, and enjoy!
- Ol' Saint Fae
No Such Thing
"This is not a bad idea, honey. Now straighten up; you're the one who wanted to come, and slouching isn't going to make things any better for you."
Rhys sighed as he pulled himself upright as he was instructed. The otter stood tall at about six feet, and he folded his arms as he turned to frown at the issuer of the orders. "I wanted to come back home for a while," he grumbled as his fingers traced lightly over the dinner jacket. Black-tie affairs always riled him up, and he hardly ever found anything to enjoy when he was all dressed up in a suit of any kind. "I wanted you to come with, since the folks wanted to see you again. You wanted to come here, Damian."
With a grin on his own ottery features, Damian shrugged slightly. While Rhys had reluctantly dressed himself head to toe in a simple black suit, Damian's more elegant tuxedo was white. The two offset each other nicely, though the brown fur both otters were covered with stood out considerably more against the white. Damian was leaner than Rhys and a little shorter, and his eyes were a bright, warm brown while Rhys' were a soft, cool blue. "How could I resist?" he asked, as he waved a webbed paw up at the large amphitheatre that loomed over them. "You went to school here. It was luck that the ten year reunion happened to be during this trip home, and I can't wait to see all your buddies from way back when!"
Even as he stifled a sigh and shook his head, Rhys tossed the barest hint of a glare Damian's way. "You and dad organized this, and don't even try to fool me, honey," he grumbled as he adjusted his jacket again. The damn thing refused to sit right on his shoulders. "I know he wanted me to go back here, to show those bastards I went to school with that I made something of myself. I just don't see the point."
"Maybe he's just proud of you and wants others to see it," Damian replied as he pushed aside Rhys' folded arms and straightened up the jacket. "I know I am, and I want others to see it." He smiled as he leaned up to plant a dainty kiss on Rhys' nose, and the gesture elicited a little smile from the taller otter. "There, see? Not so bad. Now come on, honey. Let's go in there and see what kinda trouble we can stir up."
Rhys sighed quietly even as he nodded, and with a brief kiss planted on Damian's cheek he began to lead his boyfriend around the amphitheatre. Late 90's music filtered through the walls of the dome where Rhys had once sat all those years ago, watching and listening to boring congregations of the whole high school. The music, if not the memories, brought a smile to the otter's face. If the night wasn't going to go well, at least the music would be good, and the company on his arm even better. Despite his misgivings and his firm intent to have deliberately and unashamedly missed his ten-year high school reunion, the familiar school grounds did bring the otter a sense of familiarity.
As they rounded the dome, they came to a small, well-lit table set up just outside the way in. An elderly vixen sat down behind the desk, the surface of which was covered inclip-on nametags. "They spared no expense, it seems," Rhys muttered to Damian, and the shorter otter giggled quietly to himself as Rhys untangled himself from his mate's arm to stride over a little faster towards the vixen. "Miss Harding! You're looking younger every year, it seems!"
"Mister Fischer. Charming, as ever." The vixen smiled broadly as she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. "I seem to remember you being just as charming when I last saw you. Ten years ago, I believe it was. You had duct-taped Mister Ryder to one of the basketball hoops on your last day of school here." She chuckled as the otter's ears twitched and his gaze drifted away, and reached up to hand both him and Damian a tag. "Here, one for you and your guest. Have a good evening, dear, and try to be careful around Mister Ryder if you see him."
"Don't worry, ma'am. I left the tape home this time." He grinned as he headed on past the desk, and the vixen chuckled quietly behind him as he glanced over at Damian. "Nathan Ryder, friend of mine. He decided to get drunk and come to school on his last day, and argued that he couldn't get in trouble for it. I decided to take advantage of it. Both got in the shit for it, but it was worth it." He grinned wider and shrugged as he opened the door to the dome and waved Damian inside. "Ladies first."
With a roll of his eyes, Damian strode inside. Rhys followed and smiled despite himself as he looked up over the crowds to the amphitheatre itself. The rows and rows of seats that adorned the eastern side of the dome's interior had been upgraded since he'd been there, and they were folded up and pushed back against the wall in such a way that almost doubled the floor. The raised stage on the western side was set up with speaker systems and a dingo determinedly clicking away at things on a laptop connected to it all. To the north seemed to be a few tables full of food, off towards a hall that led into a few building blocks. As they stood together at the south, Rhys shook his head and chuckled quietly. "Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all," he said with a smile.
"Rhys? Rhys! It is you!" The female voice came from the left, and both otters turned to identify the source of the voice. Through the crowd pushed a somewhat short, black-furred female feline. Her gold eyes lit up as she stared slack-jawed at the taller otter, and she began to laugh as she shook her head. "Holy shit, look at you! C'mere, stranger!" Immediately, she threw herself up and into a tight hug, despite her diminutive size.
As he chuckled and squeezed her gently back, he turned to glance at Damian. "Damian, I'd like you to meet Stacy Miller. This kitten was just about my sole source of entertainment while I learned in this place." He grinned down at the feline before he winced and jumped back as she released him and punched him hard in the arm. "Ow! What's that for, Stace?"
"That is for upping and moving across the country without saying a damn word!" she snapped, the grin still on her face. "Don't worry. That's as far as my anger goes with you, buddy. I'm just happy to see you again!" She turned and glanced around him to smile over at Damian. "And sorry to show myself as a spaz when just meeting someone. Pleased to meet you!" As she extended her paw to Damian's and gave it a shake, Stacy glanced up at Rhys and pointed between the two of them. "Are you two...?"
As Rhys opened his muzzle to reply guardedly, Damian beat him to it. The shorter otter slipped an arm smoothly around Rhys' waist and gave him a gentle squeeze as he smiled and nodded to Stacy. With a sigh, Rhys leaned back into him and nodded. "Yeah, yeah we are," he finally replied, as the feline giggled quietly. "Oh, come on. It's not that surprising." He glanced down at Damian as he started to look confused. "Oh, everyone thought I was gay. I denied it cause I didn't think I was, but the teasing continued." He adopted a mock-dramatic tone as he brought the back of one paw up to his forehead. "Oh, how cruel children can be! Venomous words tossed from one to another with all the rationality of a war, et cetera. I tried not to let it get to me."
As her smile softened, Stacy nodded and looked between the two otters again. "Well I'm glad it's not messed you up as an adult, Rhys. You two look adorable together." She hooked a thumb over her shoulder. "I think I saw Nathan and Robbie out near the food. Oh! You would not be able to tape Nathan down again. He's really changed since we saw him last. Don't think there's enough tape in the whole damn school now!" She winked and grinned as she placed her paws on her belly, and then drew them out wide. "Heh... I'm gonna go grab them, pull them over for a hello! Nice to meet you, Damian; see you both soon!" With that, she dashed back off into the crowd.
"She seems nice," Damian said as he leaned into Rhys' side with a smile. "And you said this would be bad."
With a quiet chuckle, Rhys shrugged and leaned down to gently kiss Damian's forehead. He opened his muzzle to reply, before a deep laugh drew his attention away. Leaned against the wall just inside the doorway stood a tall horse, his expression pulled into one of amusement as he stared at the otter pair. "Is there a problem?" he asked, before the familiarity of the equine clicked in his mind. "Oh. Hello, Tim."
"Fag," the horse replied with a snort and a nod as he pushed off the wall. His smile widened into a proper grin as a wolf and hare slipped in behind him and followed him over towards the otters. "I'd say it's good to see you again, but... wow. So we were all right after all. Gotta admit, you're ballsy to come with that guy on your arm." He smirked and glanced back over at the hare. "You owe me fifty bucks, Jimmy. He is here with his boyfriend."
With a roll of his eyes, Rhys turned away and began to lead Damian wordlessly off into the crowd, towards the northern end of the dome. Tim just followed on though, that grin still plastered to his face. "Oh hey, c'mon man. Don't be like that. We haven't seen you in years! We got a lot of time to make up, don't we? What's been new? Whatcha been doing, if you can spit the cock outta your mouth long enough to get anything done?" The wolf and hare snickered.
Finally, with a sigh, Rhys stopped and turned around. He drew away from Damian briefly, and the shorter otter's arm fell to his side for a moment before Rhys gently took a hold of his paw. "I've been doing this cute guy right here," he said, as he nodded towards Damian. His voice was deadpan. "When I'm not getting my tailhole fucked by his rather impressively-sized cock - which, by the way is, bigger than any of yours that I saw ten years ago - I run a chain of book stores on the other side of the country." He shrugged as he stared down the grinning horse, his expression and tone suddenly deadpan. "But that's an awful lot of work, and my boy here's got a hell of a lot of cock to service, so I spend most of my time being a good little slutty bitch-boy for him. I don't really have time to do much else, and I really wish I could have just stayed at home with him tonight so we could spend the whole time having hot, messy, gay sex. There. Is that good enough for you? Is that what you wanted to hear?"
He leaned in to Damian, but kept his voice loud enough to hear. "This is Tim, James and Carl. They hung out a lot together in high school, and gave me a lot of shit. You know, it's funny... for all the time I saw them spend together in the showers after playing whatever sport they thought was cool at the time, I always suspected they'd be the ones doing the cocksucking. Not me." He winked up at the horse as he gave Damian's paw a gentle squeeze. "Maybe you three are just better about keeping it hidden, hmm?"
Immediately, the smirks slipped from the bullies' faces, and Tim's expression turned to one of anger in a flash. "Fuck are you talking about?" he growled, the mirth on his face completely gone.
Rhys just grinned and shrugged. "Oh, nothing at all," he replied. "Just... well, you three always showered together, always lingered around the lockers afterwards... you guys spent a lot of time naked together. Just saying that it sounds a little... gay." He winked, as more people started to turn towards the confrontation that had brewed. "C'mon, Timmy! You can level with me. Just how i>does Carl's cock taste?"
That was all it took to snap the horse's fragile patience. He snarled as he lunged forward towards Rhys with both arms outstretched. The horse's momentum snapped back though as Damian slipped calmly into the path of the angry equine. The smaller otter brought one arm up and around quickly and smacked aside Tim's attempt to grasp Rhys. His balance tossed away by the quick gesture, Tim found himself abruptly falling backwards and to the ground as Damian swept his leg around in a quick kick to the back of the horse's knees. Almost before he'd hit the ground, Damian had straddled his chest and pressed his arm down tightly against Tim's throat. "Please don't try to hurt my boyfriend," he said, his voice calm and soft. "I'd hate to have to restrain you for your trouble, after you made us feel so very welcome."
Even as Damian's eyes drifted up to fix on the hare and wolf, both of them raised their paws and backed away. Moments later they broke and dashed off into the crowd, with Tim left all by himself with the much smaller otter holding him down. "I'm glad we came, Rhys," he said as he glanced up at the taller otter for a moment. "This is already an exciting night, and we only just got here!"
Rhys watched on for a moment before he sighed and shook his head. "This is exactly why I didn't want to come, honey," he said, as he glanced down at Tim's face. The anger was gone, replaced by fear. He wasn't in control of the situation, and he knew it. "Let him go. We're just going to go home." When Damian lifted his eyebrows questioningly, Rhys just nodded.
Damian took a deep breath before he turned back down to Tim. Finally he rolled his weight off the horse's chest and stood up slowly, and finally released his hold on the equine's throat. Tim just stayed still, his eyes fixed on the otter as if afraid to move and be put on the ground again. Even when the two otters turned and walked away, he stayed down on the floor while the others all around him looked on with surprise.
It wasn't with a small amount of anger that Rhys pushed the doors to the amphitheatre open and swept through them. Damian winced as he followed on after, and he jogged forward to catch up to the angry otter. "Hey, hon. Stop for a second, okay? Please."
With a growl, Rhys followed the instruction and looked up and around himself. "I kinda have to," he muttered with a sigh. "We took the wrong way out." It was true; rather than the door they'd come in through, they'd taken the door back into one of the school's blocks. The hallway stretched on for a fair while, with rows of lockers lining the walls and broken only by the occasional classroom door.
Rhys shook his head and walked over towards one set of lockers, interrupted by a small table rather than a doorway. He hopped up onto it and turned around as he landed to face his boyfriend again. "This is the reason I didn't want to come out here," he said as he hung his head. "I'm sorry you had to see that sorta thing. Shit, it was hard enough to deal with back then when I didn't think about guys that way. Didn't think it'd be hard now."
"Well, you sure got 'em riled up, sweety," Damian replied as he pulled Rhys' legs apart and stepped forward between them to give the taller otter a hug. He chuckled softly as he felt Rhys' arms and legs squeeze back at him. "And you know, I do think that horse was at least a little bi. Overcompensating for closet-faggotry indeed, heh heh."
A smile slipped across Rhys' lips despite himself, and his tail curled and uncurled behind him as he leaned into Damian's embrace. "Oh, that's nothing," he replied with a shrug. "I did catch him in these exact halls once with a guy from another school. He got a good pawful of that lion's balls, and if his tongue were any further down his throat I swear it would have come out his ass."
That broke Damian out into a fit of giggles, and his body shook against Rhys'. The taller otter joined in, and the two squeezed each other tighter as the tension of the situation was broken by the story. "God, no wonder he's so touchy," said Damian, once he'd finally recovered his control. "Something to keep in mind if we come to another one of these." Even as Rhys' expression soured, Damian grinned wider and looked up and down the empty halls. "So... you said it was in this hall, right? Did anything else happen along here? Like... oh, I dunno... say, a couple of otter boys getting up to some mischief?"
Immediately Rhys' head jerked up, and he blushed brightly as he shook his head. "No, hon; we can't do that here!" he protested, even as Damian's paws began to slip from his sides down towards his lap. "I mean, what if we get caught? What if someone comes out here cause they saw us leave? What if-"
Any further comments Rhys was going to make were silenced as he felt his boyfriend's lips pressed firmly against his own. His muffled arguments fell away in the kiss, and the simple, warm gesture was enough to kill any fears that remained in his mind. He pressed forward and into the kiss as he held Damian tightly, and his webbed paws feathered slowly up and down the shorter otter's sides as he wriggled along the table to press in closer. He found his lips pulled away from Damian's after a moment, but before he could ask what was going on the smaller otter reached down to grasp tightly at his legs.
While one paw pulled insistently downwards on those dressy black pants, the other slipped up to dexterously unbutton them. Rhys yipped as one of his paws flew to his face to stifle his cries, as both his pants and the silken boxers he wore under them slipped down quickly to his knees. "Damian!" he hissed, as he glanced reflexively back down towards the door they'd entered the hallway from.
"There's no-one there," came Damian's easy reply, and he grinned wider as he continued to yank down Rhys' pants. The taller otter's sheath had already swollen with his arousal, and the pink tip of his length had just begun to slide up and into the air. As he licked his lips and watched Rhys' malehood firm, Damian quickly unbuttoned his own pants and slipped a paw inside. He quickly pulled free his own shaft, mostly hard and considerably sized as a little bead of pre at the tip grew larger. "There's someone here to see you, though."
The shorter otter didn't give Rhys a chance to argue the point before he slipped quickly forward. He grinned wider as his tip pressed up firmly against Rhys' tailring, and with a quick squeeze of the taller male's hips Damian pushed up and inside. Heat slowly slipped down along Damian's malehood as his mate bit his tongue to keep a moan from slipping out as he was smoothly and unrelentingly filled.
Only a handful of seconds later and every inch of Damian's considerable length was sheathed completely inside Rhys' body. Rhys shuddered as he squeezed his eyes shut, his heart pounding in his chest as he found himself grinding firmly down into his mate. He forced his eyes open and caught Damian's coy smile, and his lips parted to tell him if he still thought sex in the hall was still a good idea. The comment never made it out; Damian pushed up harder against Rhys' backside, and the words transmuted into a moan of pleasure as he felt that length pulse and grind against his stretched inner walls.
Rhys clenched tightly back down on the other otter's malehood as he leaned back, and the back of his head rested against the cool wall even as he squeezed his legs tighter around Damian's waist. The smaller otter's response was simply to lean up and over his mate, and their muzzles met in a heated kiss as Damian began to slowly, smoothly draw his hips back and forth. Their tongues pressed passionately together as Rhys lifted his arms and wrapped them tight and warm around his mate's shoulders.
The sounds of the reunion behind them was lost to both otters, so concerned were they with their own union. Their lips held fast as Damian's hips worked his malehood back and forth, constantly and evenly. One of the shorter otter's webbed paws lifted from Rhys' side to caress his mate's cheek as he leaned up into the kiss, his thrusts stalled for a moment to grind up slowly against that upturned backside. Rhys gasped against Damian's lips, and the sound melted into a deeper moan as he pressed himself down against the smaller otter's hips.
The kiss broke as Damian made a short, harder thrust up into Rhys' body. The taller otter gasped again as his body bounced back from his made, only to be pulled back along the table again as Damian filled him again. Rhys' malehood throbbed heavily in the open air, a trickle of his pre drooling from his tip and running down his sensitive flesh. It dampened his sheath and his orbs as he held on tightly to the otter before him, webbed paws clutching at Damian tightly as he was taken. Sparks of pleasure ran along Rhys' nerves, intensified with every buck of his mate's hips.
Those bucks rapidly became more erratic, as Rhys squeezed down tight and hard around that thick length buried again and again under his tail. Damian's breaths came in short grunts of pleasure, interspersed with the occasional, stifled moan. The tingle of concern in the back of his mind drove him onwards, that little thrill of naughtiness at taking his mate right there in the open. Anyone could have come from that door, anyone could see what they were doing, and the lingering thought in the back of his mind only pushed him to pump his malehood into that snug passage all the harder.
That only drove Rhys on, and he brought one paw to his muzzle to quiet his cries of pleasure. Every time he felt Damian's length sheath itself inside him, his own shaft gave a pulse. The musky trail that ran down the underside of his malehood grew thicker, and the scent of male sex assaulted both otter's nostrils. As he wrapped his legs tightly around Damian's middle, Rhys dug the fingers of one paw into his mate's shoulder. The other paw dropped to his lap, the pleasure too much for him to take anymore as he tightly gripped his slick shaft.
The taller otter was so far gone, so overcome with the pleasure of his unexpected situation that it only took five quick pumps of his malehood to push him far, far over the edge. He bit his tongue hard as he tried to keep his usually loud cry of pleasure from reaching those still inside the amphitheatre, as his fingers trembled around his length. Rhys' whole body spasmed and twitched as his seed began to race up through him, and he couldn't contain the deep, shuddering moan of pleasure he felt when Damian's quick muzzle dipped down and wrapped around his tip. The warmth of his mate's lips only added to the pleasure assaulting Rhys' body, and the otter writhed in Damian's grasp as his spurting shaft sent shot after shot of his seed up into the shorter otter's muzzle.
That taste coupled with the feel of Rhys' muscles twitching and squeezing erratically down around Damian's length. His own moan drowned out by each gulped swallow of his mate's fluids, Damian groaned around his filled muzzle as he drove himself in to the hilt, filling up Rhys' tight little passage completely as the first shot of his own seed marked the taller otter's insides. Their twin moans of pleasure echoed up and down the halls as their climaxes washed over them, and for a few moments both Rhys and Damian were a single, writhing form pressed down against a table at the side of the hall. Each shared the other's orgasm, as the flow from one shot up and into the other.
It was a few moments before the flood of their fluids started to taper off, and all at once the two otters slumped together as they milked each other dry. Short, heavy pants came from Rhys' muzzle as he let his head loll back until it almost rested against the wall, and the warmth of his afterglow began to spread out through his entire body. He squirmed lightly against the table and down into Damian, and his eyes opened slowly as he gave a contented little sigh. "You know, maybe coming out here wasn't such a bad idea after all," he said quietly, smiling as Damian lifted his own head to grin at him.
The shorter otter's gaze shifted to the side though, and immediately his eyes widened. A twinge of concern spread through Rhys as he winced, and slowly turned to follow his mate's gaze. There was Stacy, in the middle of the hallway, arms folded across her chest and a broad grin of her own spread across her feline face. "Oh, good show, boys," she said with a wink and a quiet giggle. "But I think we need to do this scene again. Once more, from the top, with feeling!"
Even as Rhys scrabbled to cover himself up with something, with anything, Damian just laughed and shook his head. "Can't a couple boys get a little privacy in the school halls?" he asked, as he waved one paw at the cat. "Go on, get. We need a few minutes to get ourselves cleaned up before we go back inside. Think you can keep others from coming out here until then?"
With a shrug and a smile, the feline nodded. "I'll do everything I can, boys; don't you worry." She shifted her eyes to fix on Rhys for a second, and she winked before she started to turn back towards the door.
"Hey, uh... Stace?" Rhys' voice turned the cat back around, and the otter chewed on his lower lip as he looked up at Damian, and then down at his still-firm malehood. "Could you maybe give us... I dunno... another fifteen minutes? At least ten?"
The smile on Damian's face warmed as he squeezed tightly at Rhys' hips, and gave one a light little slap. "Oh, you're asking for trouble with that, honey. Really wanna risk more people walking in and watching us?"
At that Rhys paused, before he grinned wide and turned to Stacy again and wrapped his arms tightly around Damian. Rhys ground himself down along his mate's still-hard length, and with a soft murr of pleasure he squeezed down tightly again. "You know... make it twenty minutes," he said, as he felt Damian tremble against his body. The feline's laughter echoed along the hallway, and the last of Rhys' cares fell away as he felt his mate's hips stir once more.
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No Such Thing lyrics
'Welcome to the real world,' she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above
So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits
And maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you got to rise above
I am invincible
I am invincible
I am invincible
As long as I'm alive
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above
I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion
I'm gonna bust down the double doors
And when I stand on these tables before you
You will know what all this time was for
And there it is! The second story of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special 2009 is done! Comments are greatly appreciated, as are scores and favs and the like! Did you enjoy? I hope so! After all, there's still three more stories to go!
Stay tuned, furballs, and take care!