CTContest - Secrets and Questions
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Cory sighed, sinking back into the leather couch and into his loneliness. There went his parents again, two lawyers who never agreed on anything except for food, sex and parties. The young lynx glanced towards the tree in the living room, glowering at the artificial green branches, the cookie-cutter glass ornaments, the whole fake setup for a family evening. He couldn't believe he was going to be stuck here until the next morning; mom and dad went to some pretty crazy parties.
The boy sighed and curled up sideways on the couch in front of the picture perfect gas fire. He waited for his sitter, grimacing at the thought of being eleven already without his parents trusting him to be alone in the house. There was nothing to do but wait for an over-friendly teenage girl to show up and ignore him, texting her friends and complaining about homework, period, boyfriend, whatever. Cory nearly felt like crying, the icicles dripping down off the roof reminding him of being iced in a prison.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and an affirmatively male voice called in an amicable, muffled voice. "Ahoy! There a lil' dude up in this house?"
Cory twisted his head with ears perked, startled by the sudden noise almost as much as the sound of another male at his door. He remembered his mom not trusting any boys to come watch him, due to rape, underage drinking, violent video games, the usual mom stuff. Guess all the girls were out partying as well.
The lynx kit rushed to the door, opening it up and giving his most convincing smile to the male before him. He found himself looking at a smiling, burly husky in his early twenties, light purple fur covered with specks of fallen snow. The cub blinked with surprise, as he hadn't even noticed the snow start to fall. "Hey," he said, shivering and gripping the door as the cold air rushed up his t-shirt sleeves.
"Merry Christmas...Cory, right?" the husky asked, stepping inside and taking off his jacket, looking up at the inside of the cubs' parents' house and giving a low whistle. "Nice place, bro," he murmured, nodding appreciatively as he shut the door behind himself
Cory simply nodded in agreement, tilting his head as he tried to decipher the new arrival. His fur was thick, soft and with a lavender tinge that somehow was not girly, but regal. He wore a striped blue, collared shirt, tucked into tight jeans, all of it ruffled and natural. The similarly purple eyes met his yellow ones, and he felt himself shrinking back as the dog knelt in front of him, smiling. "I'm Shane. Pleasure to meetcha," Shane laughed, sticking out a padded paw.
The young fur slowly extended his own, smaller paw and gasped when it was engulfed by Shanes' and vigorously shaken. "I guess you're not a pawshake type of guy," the husky observed when he let go and Cory stumbled backwards with obvious surprise in his eyes. The adult instead opened his arms, shrugging. "More of a huggy guy?" he asked.
Cory hesitated, taken aback by the up-close and personal attitude of Shane. He was used to dormant, lazy affection, not the huskies' energetic amicability. But he knew that the more he hesitated, the more awkward the situation. Inwardly apprehensive, he slowly stepped forward, putting his arms around the purple canine slowly, bracing for the bone-crushing feel of his arms around the kitten.
But Shane noticed the cubs' edginess, nervousness, and instead took the boy in his arms gently, firmly squeezing him as Cory started to do the same, relaxing in the dogs' grasp. It was strangely gentle, trustworthy as well. He hadn't remembered being hugged like this before, not even by his own parents. "I bet you don't get these often, huh?" Shane replied softly to his silent comment.
"No, they're...they're usually too busy," Cory said to the huskies shoulder. He sighed to himself, leaning on Shanes' shoulder. The adult picked him up, much to the lynxs' surprise, and laughed as he carried the boy to the couch, sitting down with Cory on his lap.
Shane stroked the kittens' headfur knowingly, the feline desire for being touched evident when Cory let out a mew, blushing despite himself. "Well, I'm not to busy for you, kid. You're just too cute for me to let go!" he laughed, looking down at the boy.
Cory paused, opening his eyes and staring at the husky with a slightly accusing, nervous look. He grasped the situation, and suddenly scrambled to sit up and scoot to the other side of the couch. At night, alone with this other strange male, lying across his lap on a couch, and now he had called him cute! Maybe it was time to just back off a bit. "I-I don't think that I should be that close," Cory rambled, scooting to the other side of the couch and blushing even harder
Shane blinked at him in surprise, and then opened his mouth in a silent 'oh', realizing how he had made the boy nervous. "Heh, I see what you mean. Sorry about that, I just..." he replied, then cleared his throat, the crackling of the fire and the background Christmas muzak making for a potentially awkward situation.
"Righto!" Shane said loudly, slapping his paws on his knees and making Cory jump a bit. The husky pulled out his cell, scrolling down and looking for a specific message. "Okay. So your parents want me to order a pizza or something, make sure you shower aaaaaand get you in bed by about ten. Sound good to you?"
Cory replied, mumbling, "I'm not really hungry," before standing up and walking right past his sitter to the stairs. "I'm gonna shower now," he called back over his shoulder, short bobtail twitching with either irritation or nervousness - probably a bit of both. He didn't even look back at the dejected husky, leaving him alone on the couch.
"Um...see you la-". The door upstairs slammed, and Shane sunk into the couch and sighed. He chastised himself for coming onto the cub so early, blushing pink under the purple fur and turning on the TV, specials and ads turning what was supposed to be a fun evening into a pixilated blur.
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"And then he, like, called me cute!" Cory hissed into the cell phone, pacing around the large bathroom in only his briefs, the water running out of the showerhead in the background masking the conversation. He sat down on the closed toilet lid, groaning and facepawing. "What am I gonna do, Emily?"
"Alright, calm down, Coco," his friend replied in the phone. He sighed, knowing that he was overreacting a bit. "Now," the soothing voice said, "The thing is, are you or are you not going to tell him that you're totally curious?"
"Emily! You're supposed to NOT want for me to be molested," the lynx hissed into the phone, the pink blush spreading under his fur.
He heard a crackly laugh. "C'mon, Coco, I've seen your computer."
"That was once!"
"You have over two hundred photos of some other lynx getting pounded by random dudes."
"...Curiosity."
"Bullcrap, Cory. You've been bi-curious since the first time you nearly creamed yourself talking about that one time where you caught sight of another guys' wiener at the water park."
Cory felt his face burn up, a small bulge forming in the front of his tight underwear when he remembered that view when he was only eight. He had glimpsed the red tip of a big wolfs cock, staring until the big male chuckled at him, then he had to run so nobody looked at them. He leaned against the door, sighing and pawing at his small tent. "Well, what the heck do I say to him? Hey, I changed my mind, come and knot me now?"
*KNOCK KNOCK* "Uh, Cory, are you alright in there?"
"YES!" the boy screamed, hearing Emily wince into the phone. "Gotta go," he whispered, snapping to phone shut. He took a deep breath, placed the cell on the counter and opened the door, standing in just his white, cotton briefs in front of the purple canine. The tent was still there, and it was there that Shanes' eyes slowly moved when he realized that he was standing in front of near-naked and obviously aroused boy.
"Cory...uh...I didn't think that- oof!" the adult started to reply, but he was set upon by the young cub who wrapped his arms around Shane and squeezed his face into the canines' crotch, inhaling deeply and mewing. "W-what the FUCK are you doing?!" he barked, shoving the kitten back.
Cory yipped in surprise, stumbling back, and tripping on the bathmat outside the tub. He yelped, and flailed as he fell backwards to the tub, gripping hard with both paws on the toilet and tub. But he still pulled the curtain back down enough to make it fall, the rod crashing down into the tub. Bottles of soap and shampoo fell like the water that now sprayed onto the terrified cub, who found himself staring into the blazing royal eyes, looking down on him with a mixture of disgust and pity. He splayed his ears back, expecting the worst.
But Shane dropped his gaze, now angry at himself. Angry for appearing creepy and sexual towards the boy. Angry for letting him go when he obviously knew that something was wrong. But most of all, he was angry for shoving Cory away, looking back at the kitten, who was soaked, shivering, and starting to sob on the ground. The cub cradled his wrists together, drawing up his knees to his chest and curling up, wracked with little, heaving sobs that made him feel like he was choking. "Cory, I- "
"No. I'm s-s-sorry." Cory stood, walking slowly over to Shane. Puddles formed under his feet, and he wiped away tears, making them just the smallest bit larger. "I sh-shouldn't have d-done that. You never really wanted for me t-to have sex, right? You never wanted to ra...rape me," he asked softly and Shane just shook his head, feeling a bit like crying himself. Cory wailed, half-falling and half-running towards the purple husky, sobbing into the pressed shirt. Shane held the confused, dripping cub against him, breaking a little inside when he shook, Corys' fur wet and lukewarm against his clothes. The water from the shower started to leak out into the hallway, tiles seeming to weep for the lost innocence, the scene of comfort confusing and bittersweet in the night.
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"Are you feeling a bit better now?"
Cory nodded, sipping the chamomile tea with lots of milk and sugar. He wrapped the heavy blanket around him tighter, staring down at the creamy-brown liquid. The pair sat in front of the fire, Shane cross-legged and in his plain black boxers, Cory naturally naked and nestled in the far depths of the comforter. The purple canid was unsmiling but not angered, wiry frame outlined with gold and orange shadows. "I don't mean this in any mean sense," he muttered after a few minutes of silence, staring at Cory with tired eyes, "but what on earth were you thinking?"
"I don't know, Shane."
"Well, if you didn't, why did you start to cry?"
Cory sighed, his cheeks burning up again. "You know why. I...thought you were going to sex me." He looked down, and sipped his tea. The sitter probably thought he was a total geek now, fantasizing about sitters and cubs, the average horny fag.
But Shane crept forward, unwrapping the naked cub from his cocoon and holding the sides of his face looking him straight in the eye. "Cory. Look at me."
Slowly, unwillingly, the lynx kitten looked up with small tears in his eyes. Shane sighed back, purple eyes sunken and lukewarm, trying to tell the kitten everything in that one look. "Sex is not love. Love is not sex.
"I know that you've heard stories. I know you've read stories. But Cory, I'm not like that. I couldn't take your innocence with some lube and a toy. I...God dammit, I love you for all that its worth, for all that I know of you. It's dangerous, exposing a cub like you to deranged fantasies of other guys who wanted their sexuality to come earlier, but that isn't how real life works. Here and now, I want you to take my gift, not wrapped up in a box or under a tree, but the gift of knowing that people can love you without yiff. Cory...I love you, and I don't want you to change for anyone, especially not for me."
A silence prevailed, the naked kit and the near-naked adult both close to breaking down in each others arms over the truth, and with a pop from the fire, they both flinched and melted. Cory wailed, throwing his small frame against Shane, who choked on his tears and held the sobbing, shaking lynx to him, tilting over onto the soft carpet. Both furs sunk into their acceptance, lying next to one another and sharing the pain of release.
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"...'in...each...others'...spooge.' Done!"
Emily smiled, saving the document in a hidden file, where prying parent eyes wouldn't see it. Damn, was she jealous of the boy Cory, who was probably being taken hard by his cute husky, maybe even knotted? She giggled, sending the story to the lynxboy. He always appreciated her writing, and she wondered if it went anything like what happened...no matter.
The chubby wolf girl yawned, closing her laptop. "Lucky little fag," she murmured, smiling as she climbed into bed, shutting out her light. Darkness and a blue tinge spread throughout the room, and Emily soon was snoring, visions of fantasy and yiffiness dancing in her head.
But somewhere, in the dark recesses of her mind, there was the sight of a lynx cub, calling out for his innocence, begging to be naïve again, screaming into futility.
Then there was nothing left.
©2010 Abel Nezumiser
(Jesus, this is my idea of a Christmas story? Hope it turned out okay.)