State Fair
State Fair
By Darkened
Edgar had always been very patient, and the state fair was no exception. He knew that good things come to those who did what they were supposed to do, so although he wasn't thrilled at walking around the stuffy stadiums looking at sheep being sheared and calves being snared by ropes, he simply bided his time. At one point, mom lost his dad and older brother in the crowd so they looked up and down the stadium seats for them. Edgar reassured her, "Don't worry Mom, we'll find them. This is just like Where's Waldo, and I'm good at that."
What Edgar and his older brother were really waiting for were the rides. He knew they were around here somewhere on the grounds past the concert venues and the food vendors. He saw the ferris wheel a couple of times when they were walking around. He'd grip the sides of his pants in suspense, but quietly followed his parents around so they could see all the things that parents are interested in.
It wasn't without it's perks. He ate a hot dog with chili on it from one vendor, and they got ice cream from another one. It was lemon flavored, which was unusual, but Edgar's favorite. His mom picked up some alcohol spiked jellies she said she'd use on his toast in the mornings before school. His older brother was totally into the funnel cakes with strawberries on top, and ate that plus some piece of smoked meat. At one point they watched some kind of strange pig race when finally his mom gave some signal to their dad. Their dad told them to come on with him, they were going to go see the rides!
Being eight going on nine Edgar wasn't the largest cub around. He was going into the fourth grade next year, and he was average sized for his age compared to the other students. Hopefully he'd still be able to go on most of the rides. Watching his older brother, who was four years older than he was, go on the rides was not particularly the most stimulating thing to do. It was kind of like sitting through one of those slow girly songs in the cartoon movies, you have to do it to get to the end.
Both of the brothers striped tails were perked straight up in the air in anticipation of the adrenaline rushes to come. They walked past some woman putting on a concert in spanish, a clown, and then through a gateway into the area with the rides. Edgar was smiling, his big blue eyes taking in all the whirling flashing lights. There really wasn't a real roller-coaster there, but there were all sorts of other rides with lots of bells and whistles on them. Most of them spun around, and a few flung you upside down. This was great!
Completely clueless of money, hopefully there was some kind of day pass, they wanted to try out all of them. Edgar's dad was always pretty stoic and silent, but there were a few rides he put his hand out and shaking it said, "I don't think you guys need to go on that one." They didn't argue, Edgar knew better. Any arguing and they'd be out of there. Luckily Edgar could go on most of the rides, sometimes only being a few inches over the line. He went on one ride he probably shouldn't have gone on, but luckily it was the one ride his dad went on too. It was a good thing because when they went upside down he had to hold Edgar down in his seat so he wouldn't slip out!
They were walking by a games booth after getting some hamburgers when this teddy bear on the shelf caught his eye. It was big, being about two-thirds his size. It looked amazing. It had fur that was kind of in between fake fluffy fur and more realistic fur, either way it was of unusual quality for a games booth at a state fair. It's eyes were just the right size, as they were actually large sewn on dark brown four hole buttons. One of it's eyes had a light patch around it, the same color as it's large stuffed semi-sphere nose that protruded from it's round snout. Its arms and legs didn't stick straight out at from its body, instead they seemed actually to be stuffed separately from the main body allowing them free movement. It's feet were stuffed larger than the legs, lending it some support at the base, but not enough to stand on. Taking this all in Edgar decided he had to have that bear, there was no way he would be able to buy something like that in a store.
They were going to sit down to eat their hamburgers so he couldn't go at it right away. He intentionally ate his burger real fast and told his older brother, "We should go play that game and win a stuffed animal!" He pointed to the games booth, which read: Knock Down the Bottles, Win A Prize!
His brother perked his right eyebrow, himself in mid-bite, then took a gulp and said, "Why? I don't want anything from there."
"I do!" Edgar asserted, then decided to appeal to his brother's interests, "I bet you can't hit all those bottles down with one throw!" His brother was pitcher of the Junior High softball team. He knew this would get him. He could see him think about it for a second, then wolf down the last of his burger.
"Well, I bet I can," his older brother looked towards his father, "I mean, if I can..."
His dad, having not yet finished his burger, handed him a twenty but warned, "Don't get your hopes up too much." The brothers departed, but before the older brother could leave his dad grabbed his arm, smiled, and leaned forward to whisper, "I'll give you a tip, they put a heavy bottle near the bottom. Try to guess which one it is and aim to hit that one over." With that he winked, Edgar none the wiser, and off they went to win their prizes.
When they got to the games booth there wasn't really a line so they just walked up to the counter. It was a good thing his older brother came along as the front counter came right up to Edgar's chin. Inside the booth was a tall mustelid. He was slightly brown with beady eyes. He pushed his lundberg stetson up a bit, his hand passing through the smoke of the cigarette leaning out of the tip of his muzzle. He leaned down in a failed attempt to meet the pair at their own level, took out his cigarette, and smiled, "Alright boys, the rules are simple: for $5 you get three balls to try to knock over the bottles. You have to knock over all the bottles to win a prize. So what do you say?" He looked back and forth into their eyes.
The older wunk hesitated but then handed him the twenty, "One game please."
The mustelid stood up and put the bill up to the light, and then said, "You sure you don't want four games?"
The older wunk shook his head, "I don't think I'll need that many." He puffed his chest out, this guy was kind of creepy. The mustelid reached below the counter, took out three balls, and placed them on it. He kept his hand on them so they wouldn't roll away. Grabbing one, he handed it to the older wunk, shifted over to the side of the booth, and cried, "Fire away!"
Edgar put his hands behind his back and crossed his fingers. He whispered, "Come on, you can do it." His older brother took the stance he took when pitching softball and concentrated on the lower bottles. The corner of the mustelids snout twitched nervously. He threw the ball with all his might, but missed. Edgar winced, his wunk tail standing on end.
"Ball two!" The mustelid smirked again, having regained his confidence, and handed the older wunk the next ball. The mustelid restacked the bottles so deftly that the older wunk couldn't really tell if any one of them in particular was heavier than the others. So, he looked at all of them, and then concentrated on the one in the middle. He wound up, and pitched straight into the strike zone.
The next sound was the clanging of bottles. Both brothers closed their eyes and didn't open them until they heard, "Well, what do you know." Before them was a small dust cloud from the dirt below; a dust cloud that had nothing to obscure.
"You knocked them all down!" Edgar jumped up and down yelling. His father was smiling, sitting at the picnic table in the distance.
His older brother gave him a high five and then kneeled down and put his gray paws on his shoulders, "So, which prize do you want?"
Edgar pointed up at the bear, "That one!" The mustelid moved over and pointed to it, and he nodded his head. He took it down and handed it to him. He held it up high, gazing into it's eyes as it's head blocked the sun. This was awesome.
"Crazy hybrids," the mustelid sighed to himself as they ran off back towards their father.
After that they walked around the rides some more, and finally took a ride on the ferris wheel. Their dad stayed on the ground while they looked down from way up above. They waved to him, and he waved back, his hand up to shield his eyes. Edgar hugged his bear under his arm the whole time.
They walked past a booth where you had to hit a lever at the bottom with a big hammer and it would send something up to ring a bell at the top. The older wunk tugged at his dad's shirt sleeve, which he rarely did, and pointed, "You should try that game!"
His dad looked down at him, and without too much emotion said, "Alright, give me the change from that twenty I gave you." He handed him the fifteen dollars he had left over and then smiled in anticipation. "This'll be just like chopping wood at home," his dad very slightly chuckled.
Edgar was going to learn how to chop wood soon, but he wasn't strong enough yet. His dad walked up to the booth, and stood in line. Currently there was a big muscly cheetah wielding the hammer. The booth announcer relayed to the crowd, "Alright folks, let's see if cheetah stud David here can hit the bell. His muscles look big enough for the job. Everyone give David a hand!" The crowd started clapping and whistling while the cheetah strutted a little bit. The older wunk rolled his eyes. Then the cheetah went for it, half lifting the hammer up and half swinging it. He jumped up as it came down and smacked the lever. The little dinger only went up three quarters of the way though. Bummer.
Edgar noticed that the guys lining up were mostly pretty buff looking guys, and a couple just plain but big looking guys. Some weren't even wearing their shirts, and sported some definition, particularly in their six packs. His dad stood out in the fact that he mostly looked flat and average, not weak, but not super strong either. He knew his dad was going to win though, because he was smart like that. One time his older brother bet his dad he could get water out of a bottle faster than him. When the time came his older brother twirled the bottle a little bit to create a swirl, but surprisingly his dad swung his arm around in a full circle. Much to his son's chagrin, dad won; the water exiting his bottle twice as fast.
Next up was a wolf with a definite six pack. He smiled and riled up the crowd, while the announcer called out, "What's your name sir?" She leaned in and then came back, "Alright it's for super wolf Jackson! What do you got for us Jack-in-the-box?" The wolf flexed his bicep and pointed to it making a kiss-y face to some of the women in the audience, and then pointed at his hard six pack while he stretched to flex it. The announcer giggled, tossing her black hair back, "Alright, Jack, take it to the black!" This time the wolf put the hammer completely behind him first, and then swung forward; although Edgar wasn't exactly sure how.
His older brother leaned down and sighed, "These guys are full of hot air. Maybe that's why their muscles bulge?" He smiled and elbowed Edgar. Edgar kind of just looked around taking it all in, not really grasping his brother's joke.
Unfortunately for action Jackson the dinger was even worse this time, and only went up halfway. He kind of slumped a little bit and dropped the hammer, but he took it well and blew some kisses to the ladies winking. Some guy from the line called out, "Come on, don't jack us around!" Edgar looked at his dad a little nervously, but his dad was too busy subtly smirking at the other contestants; an expression he didn't usually see on him. It made him feel good to see his dad having enough fun it showed.
Finally it was his dad's turn. The announcer looked him up and down and kind of gave him a funny look, but then smiled and turned to the crowd, "Alright folks, next contestant! What's your name sir?" She leaned in and then came back, "Scott the skunk! Give Scott a hand folks! Give us what you got Scott, hope it's a lot!" His dad took the hammer, and concentrated on the lever, looking it over for several seconds. He didn't strut or point at his muscles, although Edgar couldn't really imagine him doing that ever.
His dad pointed at him, and quipped, "Alright, Edgar, watch how you do it." He too went for it. This time the hammer swung forward just a little bit from his side, both hands gripping the end of the handle. Then it was propelled up behind him and at about mid swing combined it's momentum with the downward push of its wielder, whose hands slowly slid towards the end of the handle. It was pure physics, and sure enough, when the hammer connected with the lever, the dinger went all the way to the top and rang the bell!
"Holy crap!" Edgar blurted out, and then jumped up and down with his arms in the air. His body was tingling all over from the excitement. He hugged his older brother. They asked his dad what prize he wanted and he just pointed to a stuffed dog, it didn't matter too much. It was a white dog, with a black patch over it's eye, in a sitting position. Edgar thought it looked kind of like that dog in the Target commercial. Their dad came over to the two young wunks and handed the dog to the older one.
"That was awesome!" the older wunk half-squealed. Their dad smiled briefly for a moment and then kneeled down to meet both of them at eye level.
"Those guys back there," he motioned back to the crowd, "they think they're tough, and in some ways they are, but they don't know up here," he pointed to his head. "You can have muscles that look good, and impress people that don't know any better, but in the end not hit the bell. To do that, it takes some strength, but it also takes some know how up here. Don't forget that."
He stood up, his two boys reeling in the moment holding on tight to their prizes. They danced around him singing his praises, but he just stoically pressed on. Finally the time came where they had to meet up with Edgar's mom again. She had been perusing wool fabrics, deciding which ones from which she might want to make some more of the kid's clothes. They found her and they started to head out when a sign caught their attention: Fire Breathers and Dazzling Acrobatics! The older wunk asked carefully, "Can we go in there? I've never seen one of those." His mother and father looked at each other and decided quickly that they had a little bit of time.
Inside the auditorium was dark except for the stage. On the stage was a german shepherd dressed only in a black and red shiny speedo. He was of average build, but Edgar didn't really notice it either way. He watched the guy spin these sticks with fire at the end of them around in a wide arrangement of movements. It was kind of scary, and his hand slowly slid into his brothers sitting next to him, his other arm around his new bear. His brother didn't seem to mind so much, or maybe even notice. Then the guy stood still for a second and put the stick above him, the flame inches from his snout. He opened his mouth and slowly started to sink the flame inside of him. Edgar's eyes widened with fear and he squeezed his brothers hand tighter.
At the same time, his body was responding in its own ways. Maybe it was the darkness, but the more anxious Edgar became the tighter his pants seemed to become in the crotch. This kept up until it was just slightly painful if he moved the wrong way, his average erection pushing up against his jeans. He didn't usually wear jeans, but that's all his parents gave him to go to the fair.
It could have been the outfits, for when the fire breather pulled out the first fireball two females tiger acrobats descended on two stretches of cloth on either side. They flexed, extending themselves out and taking different poses, some accentuating their curves a bit.
Edgar wasn't too aware of everything going on within him, or his immediate environment, as he was too engrossed in what was happening on stage. If he was a little more aware, he may have noticed the strange pressure being exerted back onto his crotch, and how it was ever so faintly and slowly moving up and down his length. He shifted a little bit, briefly thinking he felt something move in his lap, but not paying much attention to it. He hugged his bear, and his brother's hand, a little tighter when the fire breather started to insert swords of various lengths down into his stomach.
Suddenly, his parents had stood up and were telling him they had to go. They still had a driving schedule to keep up. Although he had been a bit scared, he reluctantly got up and started out of the auditorium. His erection quickly resigned itself at the activity and change, or lack, of attentions.
He held his mother's hand as they walked out of the main gate and back into the parking lot in search of their four door truck. It easily stuck out amidst the numerous cars, so it wasn't too hard to find. They all stepped into the truck; though his brother and him more had to climb up the running boards in order to get in the back seat. The seats were half-lined with some kind of upholstery and cheap blue leather, and were a little dusty due to the dogs usually riding in the backseat each day to and from the field. His dad turned the key and it dinged several times as he waited for it to heat up for the diesel. Then he turned the ignition the rest of the way and the car revved up. Thus began their trip back to his Grandpa's.
The landscape wasn't terribly impressive in this area of the state, just flat and very much desert. It was interesting to see the scraggly trees crop up here and there, and the occasional old style farm house, but all in all it was mostly horizon. Soon enough, his mom was asleep, her head slouched forward and her body leaning a little to the right. Half a Dramamine and a vibrating seat, and she was out in twenty minutes easy. Edgar looked over from looking out of the window, his second favorite activity on a road trip (the first being writing in a notebook about all his crazy ideas), and glanced over at his older brother. He was asleep, leaning on the door, his forehead pressed against the window. His prize, the white stuffed dog, was sitting on his lap leaning face first onto his chest under the weight of his right arm.
He returned to looking out the window, hugging his bear which was also sitting on his lap facing out towards the front seat. The last thing he remembered was a red and brown barn in poor shape in the distance before his eyes finally closed and he drifted into a light dreamland.
He felt something very slightly stirring on top of him, slowly bringing him back up to consciousness. He couldn't really tell at first, as it didn't seem like anything was moving. He finally opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the truck. He shifted up a bit, but was met with a little resistance. He tilted his head back down to eye level and stared straight into the face of his teddy bear. He could swear the bear was leaning on top of him, holding itself up by its arms on his chest.
Soon, he could not just swear it, but he definitively knew it, as he watched the bear very slowly part its paws and lean in hugging him. There was a certain unexpected strength in the movement, though not constricting. The bear turned its head and laid it on his chest, all in subtle movements as if it was consciously trying to not attract attention. Edgar put his left arm around the bear and looked into the rear view mirror. He could see his dads face staring straight out at the road. The radio was playing some kind of folk music, Edgar couldn't really make out the lyrics.
He looked over at his brother. Luckily he was still asleep, and he almost glanced away when a sudden small movement caught his eye. The top button on his jeans started pulling away from his brother's body, on it's own. It was wriggling around, trying to work itself out of the slit. It finally did and there his brother lay, the top button of his jeans undone. The bear shifted and nuzzled itself against Edgar slightly. Edgar's eyes went wide and his breathing started to shorten.
Edgar couldn't look away now, as he watched his older brother's pants zipper start to slowly pull down and part his jeans. It went little bit by little bit, masking the sounds under the music. Finally, it had parted all the way down, and his brother's underwear was exposed. Edgar could make out his package, something he'd never really seen before, slightly bulging out; framed on either side by his jeans. He looked up at his face, he was totally conked out!
This was all too much for Edgar, his body had started responding, and the bear had picked up on it. His nipples had started to become sensitive, and he could feel the bears small nuzzlings through his shirt caress them. His erection had sprung up again. Watching his brother get mysteriously undressed had taken care of that. It strained against his jeans, but beyond that it didn't help that the bear was unmistakably moving a little more aggressively down there. His little stuffed hips moved back and forth about a quarter inch, grinding down on the young wunks crotch.
Edgar looked back up at the rear view mirror. His father was still occupied solely with the road. Luckily, this part was a bit curvy, as Edgar could feel his weight shift around with the turns. This felt good, but he didn't really know why. His hair was raising on end on the back of his neck. He put his right hand against the small of the bears back, and felt it slightly moving underneath his grasp. This excited him even more. Every time the stuffed bear would push against his jeans he could feel a swell of pleasure resonate inside his member, and then spread up through his abdomen.
He looked back over to his brother. His tongue was sagging out of his mouth as his unconscious head rested against the window and the back of the seat. Lower though, he could see the once stationary stuffed dog now rubbing it's front paws slowly against the bulge in the underwear. The bulge had even gotten bigger than it was previously. Unexpectedly the dog took both of its front paws and pulled the two sides of the slit on the front of the underwear away from each other. Out slid his older brother's erect cock in all its glory.
Edgar almost choked, but held it in, and took a moment to take a slow gulp. He looked back at the rear view mirror. Nope, things were still good there, but here was his brother... in the back seat of their car... with his cock hanging out! And, not having seen any other one but his own, Edgar thought it was huge! He started to hold his breath, the feelings inside him just reaching new levels of thrill.
Almost as if the bear was reading his thoughts, its left arm cautiously crawled down his side and towards his crotch. Soon enough Edgar could make out the faint sound of a zipper sliding down. Unfortunately, so could his dad. Edgar had been watching the rear view mirror for any signs of life when suddenly his father looked at him with that perpetually intense look. He stared right back at him, so scared his eyes would betray exactly what he was feeling right that second. Then he forced himself to close them, as if he was just 'resting his eyes'.
All Edgar's dad could make out in the back seat with his rear view mirror was two boys sleeping, holding their prized stuffed animals on their chests. If he moved his mirror down just half an inch or so, he could've seen how the animals were raping his little charges. Luckily, as long as it pointed out the back window, he never adjusted the mirror. He just attributed the zipping sound he heard to the radio and stared back at the road.
Edgar's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt his member being freed from its denim prison. He wasn't sure how the bear did it with one fingerless paw, but it also eventually came through the slit in the front of his underwear, into the air and against the bears soft fur. However, that didn't seem to suit the bear completely and Edgar felt the bear lift itself up abruptly, moving faster than he did before. He could feel the bear positioning his cock against some spot underneath him. Before he knew it, he was sinking it into a tight velvety textured hole inside the bear. This was unlike anything he had ever felt before. A shiver ran up his spine and he held the bear even tighter as a small gasp escaped his lips.
He looked back over to his brother, almost drunk in pleasure. The white spotted stuffed dog was continuing to rub the older wunk's member up and down. Some kind of glistening liquid had collected at the end of it and was starting to drip down. Without warning, the lower part of his shirt started to lift up and the buttons began undoing themselves, much like his jeans had done before. This revealed his stomach and allowed the liquid to drip on to his fur freely. Edgar looked up at his face. He couldn't believe he was still conked out, there was no way unless it was some kind of effect the dog had. Although, he couldn't be that asleep as Edgar looked back down and saw his hips pumping back and forth slightly. This was happening all right under the nose of their stern father. If they were to be discovered, that would be the end of them!
The bear was still working it's magic on Edgar's cock. It began to move it's lower body a little more aggressively, riding his member in a small circular motion. Edgar could swear he almost felt the hot breath of the bear on his neck, but he thought that it was most likely more in his mind. The bears left paw had come back up steadily, but this time was under his shirt. It began to caress his right nipple, which surprised Edgar as he could feel it in the base and center of his cock.
Edgar gazed in fascination at his brothers member for half a minute when suddenly he saw his brothers face grimace. His brother sneered and squeezed his eyes shut as his body began to shudder slightly. At once a white liquid began spewing out from his pulsating cock and onto his stomach fur in small bursts. Edgar wasn't sure what this was, but his body knew it enough and it was finally driven over the edge.
Suddenly, his body seized and he could feel every part of his body begin to tingle. Something deep under his crotch began to swell and then it exploded into his dick. It felt so good, it took everything Edgar had to not yell out. Everything around him came into clarity, even the radio which was blaring, "If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad..." He stared intensely into the rear view mirror for any signs of trouble, but luckily there were none. Here they were in the throes of ecstatic orgasm, while their parents were none the wiser in the front seat. The bear itself also began to shudder and stopped moving, becoming somewhat stiff.
After a bit, Edgar could breathe again, and he deliberately took very slow deep breaths while he held the bear close to him. The bear had stopped moving and became seemingly lifeless again. Edgar tilted his head to the side in the afterglow, barely moving and saw the dog as well retreat back into stationary mode. His brother's clothes began to reattach themselves and dress him while his manhood deflated. His zipper went up, and at the same time Edgar could feel his zipper go up as well, resealing him back into decency. His brother had no idea what had happened, it was wonderful.
The rest of the drive home was completely and totally uneventful compared to what had just occurred. Edgar kept boggling his mind about what had happened, and examined every inch of his teddy bear for that hole. He couldn't find it, and he couldn't find anything that would make it move on its own. He leaned back and smiled as the sun fell away. Nobody had known but him! He had a feeling this was the start of a grand new adventure.