Songs that seem to change your life.
#1 of Stories that seem to change your life.
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Also, this story is about Gay relationships. If you do not like them, why did you even click in the first place... for shame.....
Now then, please enjoy :'D.
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I woke up with his arms around me, one wrapped around my waist and the other around my chest. I smiled to myself, cherishing the moment of his body heat against my back. He was breathing softly, still asleep, and his chest was rising and falling rhythmically, like the rocking of a boat. I tilted my head up at his face and licked his chin, smiling. He did not stir. I felt so safe in his arms, snuggling up into his embrace, the bad things in the world seemed to go away, and the rising and falling of his muscular chest lulled me to sleep.
I woke up in pure bliss, but it faded as I realized what had been the happiest moments of my life were but a dream. Just a dream, and nothing more.
Instead of the warm, muscular arms that had held me so securely , there were just the sheets, bundled up around my chest and waist in the night. In place of the muscular, sexy chest that I was sleeping against, there was nothing but my mattress.
I sighed as my dream began to fade from my memory, as all dreams do. The feeling of safeness shattered, my mind sharpened as I woke up, and I glanced at the clock beside my bed. It was 6:27 and my CD player was still playing the CD "Ocean Eyes" by Owl City. I had put it on 'Repeat All' the night before, and it was starting the last song. The words beginning immediately, from lack of an intro.
"I wish I could cross my arms, and cross your mind. 'Cuz I believe... You unfold your paper heart and wear it on your sleeve.
_ "All my life, I wish I broke mirrors, instead of promises... Because all I see... Is a shattered conscience staring back at me."_
_ _ I listened as the CD player continued the song that seemed to be a musing of my life.
"I wish I had covered all my tracks, completely... 'Cuz I'm so afraid - Is that the light at the far end of the tunnel, or just the train?"
_ _ I listened hard as the normally insensible stanza came up, which suddenly became clear to my ears and allowed itself to be deciphered by my mind.
"Lift your arms, only Heaven knows... When danger grows... But it's safe to say... There's a bright light up ahead and Help is on the way... (echoes) on the way.. on the way.. on the way.."
The phrase seeped into my mind like water to a sponge, and the rest of the song finally made sense.
"I forget the last time I felt brave - I just recall insecurity - Because it came down like a tidal wave, and sorrow swept over me.
_ "And I've given grace and love, I was blind but now I can see. Then came the new hope from above, and courage swept over me."_
_ _ I turned the CD player off. The song hadn't finished, but I was wasting time. That didn't stop the phrase "Help is on the way" to keep whirling through my mind. I looked around my dark room, thinking about it.
Having given up on it after some time, with no logical explanation as to why the song suddenly made sense now, I sighed heavily and got out of bed and padded into the bathroom in my boxers. I was tall, for a Machop. I stood at 5'2", and had a small build, noticeable upon close examination, but otherwise not overly prominent. I sighed mentally, clearly unhappy with my appearance. I couldn't even get muscles that were that big, and to top it all off, my Poke'hood was... well... rather... undeveloped. All basic Poke'mon, like Machop, Bulbasaur, and so forth, have relatively undeveloped naughty bits. With the exception of those Poke'mon that don't evolve. Tauros are sex-gods and instead of your gaze being drawn to a Stantler's antlers, your eyes were drawn to the outrageous bulges in their jeans or shirts.
For Poke'mon, evolving is like puberty. You get taller, more muscular (males more so than females) and handsome/pretty, not to mention that your private parts' cells go into overdrive, multiplying and sometimes even doubling the length and girth of a male's dick, not to mention the increase of size and weight applied to their sack, and giving bigger (If not already present) boobs to girls, as well as more sensitive nerves to both. Now, I'm gay, so I don't pay much attention to the girls at school, unless they say something about my appearance, but theres hardly much to compliment.
But, at least I had one good characteristic that was going for me: my skin. It was not the light gray color of a normal Machop's, but almost black, with a reddish tint to it. Like the inside of a dark cherry. I washed my face and walked out of my bathroom, completely unsatisfied with my image other than the fact that my skin looked absolutely gorgeous (at least I thought so). I walked into my closet and donned all black attire. Not only did I actually look good in it, but it brings out the reddish purple of my skin and tones down the black. And no, just because I know how to look cool and wear black things, does not make me an Emo. Black sweatshirt, black T-shirt with a skull underneath, black jeans, black shoes, heck even my boxers were a plaid of black white and gray.
I hefted my backpack over my shoulder and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a cinnamon roll from the other day and walked out the door, making sure it clicked shut and locked it. I sighed into the cold morning air, the sunlight catching the little cloud made by my breath and lighting it up before it floated away, into oblivion.
"Here we go..." I said to myself sadly. "Another day of my pitiful existence as a 14 year old Machop Freshman who hasn't even shown a sign of evolving... Well Sanec, have fun~"
I walked down the path that led to the school, having been made on the sides of the roads by many feet, claws, paws, et cetera by the various anthro Poke'mon to have walked it before me. Turning right, left, left again, going straight through three intersections in the road, I made my way towards my high school. Turning right, left, right, left, right, and poof, I was there. Magic, no? Well that's the power of walking. I saw the humble-looking Gengar that was my best friend standing on the other side of the intersection for me.
"Hey, Chiran." I sighed at him.
"Hey. Still no signs of... err... you-know-what?" He asked, clearly pointing out my lack of an evolution. What a friend~.
"Nope... But oh well. My life sucks anyways. The one that I've been crushing on hasn't even been noticing that I've been sending out some signals to him. Completely oblivious..."
"Don't worry, you'll get through to him soon." He patted my on the back, and a shiver went down my spine. Ghost types do that to ya. One poke and it feels like you just went through a cold shower. He noticed it quickly, "Gah, sorry... stupid hand..."
"No, it's fine." I quickly replied, I didn't want to hurt Chiran's feelings, he's the only friend I've had since second grade... I didn't want to upset him on top of hanging out with a loser like me.
"Let's go inside... It's cold..." He said slowly. Chiran was about the only Gengar I knew who could warp his expression into anything other than a smile, unlike most Gengar. Now his face was calm, though he couldn't do anything about his eyes.
We walked into the school and I saw the one who I had dreamed about last night, flashes of the dream floating across my mind. He was a Tyranitar. His name was Rioku. He was a freshman, like me and Chiran. Sexy, muscular, popular, tall, gay, single, you name it he had it... He even smelled sexy, a quick waft of it blowing in my direction, and I felt my shaft stir. Blushing slightly, I quickly looked away when he looked in my direction. I waited for a few minutes, pretending to chat with Chiran, till he whispered in a hushed tone, "He's still looking at you..."
I blushed even deeper, but my skin color did a fantastic job of hiding it, and I slowly turned my head so that I could see him in my peripheral vision. He stood up and started walking towards us, my instincts blared an alarm, but I stayed put while he came over and touched my shoulder. His touch was electrifying, sending fireworks through my nerves. I turned around and tried to maintain my composure.
"Oh, hi Rioku. What's up?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from trembling. I was nervous. Really nervous. I was wondering what he could possibly want from me. Could he have finally seen that I'd been trying to send him signals and be about to ask me out?
"Hey. I was wondering if I could copy off your Geometry homework. I forgot to write mine down and you were the first mathematician that came to mind." He said coolly. He was right too, I was very good at Geometry.
"Oh, um, sure." I was crestfallen, now seeing the stupidity in my hopes of a popular guy like him taking any interest in a wallflower like me. I hastily took my backpack off and unzipped it, taking out my Geometry folder and removing the homework. "Here ya go." I managed my best 'Glad-I-could-help' smile at him and he thanked me, turning around with his long, thick tail swinging idly behind him, accidentally hitting me in the chest with the force of a club. There was an audible crack, and a searing pain in the left side of my chest.
Now then, being 5'2" has its disadvantages, as in only weighing eighty pounds and able to be knocked back easily by a fifty pound tail striking my center of gravity, and it would have too, if it had not been for my ability.
I had the wind knocked out of me, but wasn't thrown back at all, I had a sense that always made sure that I automatically braced myself in the event of an impact. It was my ability, 'No Guard'
"Ngg..." I managed to get out as my lungs struggled to refill with air. I dropped my folder and fell down to my knees, clutching my xyphoid process, dazed. Chiran came closer to provide support, but not to touch, the chills might've sent me places I didn't want to go.
Rioku looked back and saw what he had hit with his tail, and his face suddenly went pale. His friends were trying not to laugh, but he looked genuinely concerned for this loser. He turned around hastily, making sure not to nail me with his tail again. "Oh, crap... Sorry... I... I didn't mean to hit you..." He was blushing, clearly embarrassed that he had managed to nail the person who had so kindly lent him his homework.
"It's... fine..." I gasped as my lungs suddenly decided to work again, but my breathing was still shaky. "Th-there. All better..." I coughed loudly and coughed up some blood, and there was a sharp pain in the left part of my chest. I winced.
Rioku's friends stopped laughing when they saw the little drops of blood on the concrete. "Don't lie, you just coughed up blood... That's definitely not okay. Here, I'll carry you to the nurse." He was desperate to try and redeem himself to this poor excuse of a freshman.
Alarms blared again. "No! Err... um... It's fine. I can walk there." I just then discovered that I was extremely shy to the big fellow who had just offered to me my dream... to be held in his arms...
"Well, I can't carry him... I'm part ghost type... I'll just go right through him..." Chiran said, inadvertently helping me out. "I'll just wait here and hope for the best." There he goes, immediately helping me out again.
"Well then at least let me walk you there so you don't fall over and hurt yourself more..." Rioku looked so guilty, and was in no way about to let this oddly colored Machop walk across the school coughing up blood alone.
"Sure..." I said and I gave Chiran a 'Thank-you' look. I blew it earlier and he at least saved my chances of hanging out with the sexy beast that was helping me up.
Rioku was more than a foot taller than me, possibly even a foot and ten inches. Bringing his height to a nice and beefy seven feet. We started to walk towards the nurse's office, and I tried to show no pain in front of him, though breathing felt like my left lung was being branded with an iron.
After a few minutes of silence and some awkward glances from the poke'mon we passed, he asked me a question in a deserted hallway on the way to the nurse: "Sanec... do you like me?"
I nodded nervously, awaiting his response as we kept walking. It would hurt too much to talk, and he seemed to pick up on it. His expression softened a bit.
"I mean... like like me..." He said nervously, stumbling over the last few words.
I nodded, blinking back tears at how I was cornered. I could either spill my guts to him and risk him not loving me back, or not tell him and come off as mean, thus shattering any chances I'd have of him loving me back.
He blushed madly, his light green plated skin failing to cover it up. We walked the rest of the way in silence, broken only by my mangled coughing.
We arrived in the nurse's office and I sat down while he went to get the nurse. She was a Glaceon, shiny fur, long ears, the works. "What's the problem?" She asked good-naturedly.
"I think Sanec has a broken rib... I accidentally knocked my tail into his chest and he's coughing up blood..." His voice audibly choked up as he repeated what he had done to the nurse.
"Oh my... that's quite serious. If he's coughing up blood, the broken rib must have punctured a lung... How long ago did it happen?" She looked genuinely concerned as I hacked up a few more drops of the dark red liquid.
"About ten minutes ago..." Rioku looked like he was about to cry... It broke my heart that he was worrying this much about little ol' me.
"Oh dear... Well I'll see what I can do. It's best that Sanic moves as little as possible." She said. "Follow me please." She walked down the hall and around the corner.
"Ah, umm... He doesn't like being carried..." Rioku said after her, but she didn't hear him and he looked really sad. "Besides, I'll probably just drop him or something... I'm so clumsy..."
I quickly cut in. "No," I coughed. "It's fine... I don't mind it now..." I was trying my best to make the guy feel better.
His eyes lit up slightly. "You sure?"
I coughed more and tried my best 'Feel-better-you-can-do-it' expression. "Yeah. I don't mind at all... Sorry about acting the way I did when you offered earlier." I was taking any and every chance I got that would get me closer to him.
"If you must dawdle, do it by trying to pick him up, please." The nurse appeared from behind the corner and waited. "Make sure not to touch his ribcage."
"Kay..." Rioku bent over and gingerly picked me up, supporting my legs with one arm and my neck with the other. He was so warm, and his scent immediately wafted into my nostrils, but I was in too much pain to have my sheath stir in response.
Then another scent tickled my nose for just an instant, then vanished. It smelled so masculine, so strong... was it Rioku's musk? It must be my imagination... I thought dreamily. He carried me down the hall, following the Glaceon nurse.
I started to feel dizzy as he laid me down in a hospital bed. My vision was blurring, but I did hear the nurse say: "Remove his shirt, please. I need to see what kind of a break it is and where it's located."
I was vaguely aware of Rioku unzipping my sweatshirt and taking it, along with my T-shirt, off.
I heard someone gasp and the clattering of metal instruments, and felt something prick my arm. I lost conciousness as the anesthetics took over...
To be continued...~ Maybe... I will be continuing this series based on feedback, so please, don't be afraid to comment! ^^.