The Best Christmas Present(Rough Draft)
Probably not one of my best works, but I kind of like it. Enjoy :)
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I sighed as I walked through the dark streets of Chicago, Illinois. I know, what a stupid thing to do. Walk around Chicago alone at the middle of night, but to tell the god honest truth, I didn't really care if anything happened to me. I looked up and saw the flashing sign of a bank and growled at the date. December 24th. I felt a strong "Bah, Humbug!" moment coming on, but I didn't care. I was alone on Christmas.
I looked at myself in a shop window as I walked past, noticing especially the way my white fur glowed in the light of the few working streetlights. I was an Arctic Fox, and I personally believed myself to be a better looking one. I wasn't muscular, because I wasn't athletic, but I also wasn't exactly all fat. My eyes were gold, like a feral's eyes would be, and my parents were completely baffled as to why they were gold.
Although, I thought bitterly, they didn't care anyways. I could remember the day they left, not even a month past, and it just made me want to cry. I had woken up one morning to find my parents gone, their room empty. No note. No nothing. They left me 6000 bucks to live off of while I found a job and that's it, besides the contents of my room and all the food that had currently been in the pantry and fridge. Talk about a bad way to ditch your kid.
I sighed and shook my head, clearing it of thoughts, focusing my view forwards and continuing to walk the street, chewing on my lip. I saw a flash of light on metal and I looked up quickly. The flash had come from a streetlight reflecting off the zipper of a rather ragged coat that a figure hunched down in the entrance to an alley was wearing.
I stopped, staring warily, before I started to approach slowly, taking it one step at a time, trying to figure out if the person had malicious intent before walking past. As I got closer I slowly started to recognize the form that the figure was taking. By the time I was close enough to see into the hood I knew exactly who it was.
"John?" I asked hesitantly.
The school bully, a black dragon who had picked on anyone and everyone from the time he had started coming to school to this point. His eyes regarded me briefly before he hunched up in a ball, blowing into his paws. He was shivering, I realized, and not just from the cold. I could see a flicker everytime his face shifted, and I realized that he had tears frozen to his cheeks. "Are you ok?" I asked hesitantly, taking a step forward.
"Leave me alone." He snapped, his teeth chattering together. His voice was wet and hoarse, so I knew he had been crying for a little while now.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked again, getting a little less hesitant as I started to realize that he wasn't going to attack me.
"None of your business." He snapped again, almost unintelligibly.
Then it hit me. I took in the ragged coat he wore, the pair of jeans that had small holes in them and I knew that underneath his coat he would have a ragged shirt on. "You're homeless." I whispered softly.
He growled, "What's it to you?"
I looked at him, the dragon who had terrorized me for my entire high school career, the reason that half of the student body thought that I was a tail raising whore who loved swallowing cum. Not true, of course, but it was still annoying to have everyone think that. But right now... he was so helpless. I felt my heart breaking slowly as I saw him shivering. He was so cold. He was going to get sick if he stayed out here.
I took a few steps forward and put my paw on his shoulder before taking off my coat, taking his and putting mine around him. I quickly zipped the freezing coat shut around me, hoping that it would at least keep me a little warm.
He stared at me and then looked at the expensive coat he was now wearing. "What are you doing?" he asked me. It wasn't a snap or any sort of negative attitude. He was curious.
I got down to my knees and forced my arm around him, under his arm pits. I stood up, grunting as I dragged his weight with me. "Come on." I said, "We need to get you inside."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"We're going to my house." I looked at him, his face frozen in a state of shock, ice where the tears froze still there. "I'm not going to let someone freeze outside on Christmas Eve."
He didn't say anything but he did start walking. Now that I had a purpose for walking I walked a little faster, even though I was dragging him behind me. It was a big city, and it would take us a while to get there. We were hunched together slightly, our cheeks almost touching, which I'm sure bothered me as much as it bothered him.
Soon, sooner than I expected, we were turning onto the street where my house was. I walked up the steps, opening the door that I had left unlocked. There was nothing worth stealing in this house.
I sighed as we stepped into the warmth of the house. That was one good thing at least. My parents had left me a house that had been almost fully paid off. He stood awkwardly looking at me. "Want something to eat? Something warm to drink?" I asked.
"Umm, sure." He said. I noticed that he didn't take off the coat. Either he was still cold or there was something he liked about it. I headed into the kitchen and pulled some leftovers out of the fridge and popped them into the microwave before putting a kettle of water onto the stove. Ok, I was hard on my parents. There were much worse ways to ditch your kid.
I looked at the dragon who was now standing awkwardly in the doorway. "You can sit down if you want to," I offered, "make yourself at home."
"Umm, thanks." He said, looking down.
I watched the kettle, waiting for the kettle to steam. When it did I poured two mugs and poured some chocolate powder into it, mixing it in before putting a mug down in front of John before getting the leftovers out of the microwave. I put some on a plate for him and sat down with the tupaware dish. "Thanks." He muttered again.
"No problem." I said, giving him a brief smile.
We sat, eating silently, until he suddenly slammed his fist onto the table and said, "Alright. I can't take it. What's the catch?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, startled.
"There's no way you're letting someone who's bullied you for years just come into your house for nothing. I know how people are, I've gotten enough people to take me home to know that there is always a catch." He said, a slight hesitation in his voice.
I realized what he must have had to do to get a roof over his head most nights and shuddered softly but I stood up and walked around the table, placing my paw on his shoulder. I looked into his eyes and said, "There's no catch. I promise."
He looked at me. I could see tears starting to form and I wrapped my arms around him. His arms wrapped around me hesitantly, but they were tight once he had done it. It felt good. He was warm now. I thought about him, and what he had to go through, and I felt bad for him. Really bad. When I sat back down I looked at him and said, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"About what?" he asked.
"Being... homeless?"
"Not really, but I will." The last part came out hesitantly.
"You don't have to if you don't want to." I said.
"I think I owe you some sort of explanation," he said. He took a deep breath and said, "I've been homeless since Sophomore year. My parents died in a car crash and I had no family to take care of me. The orphanage had been full and no foster parents were available. I was put out on the streets. If it wasn't for the free schooling and the schools free lunches I probably would only get one meal a day, and maybe not even that.
"During the summer I can normally fend for myself. There are a lot of men walking the streets and a lot of them are willing to pay for... special acts, which normally buy me food, possibly clothes if I had some left over." He shuddered and said, "But during the winter I had to take slightly more drastic measures. I normally sit outside gay bars, hoping some drunken gay guy would take me home, give me a roof over my head and possibly a few bucks to buy myself clothes and food. Almost every night I can find at least one who's willing." He whimpered softly.
"So," I said, looking at him, "You're a... whore?"
He growled, "Not out of choice."
I put my paw on his knee and moved around, sitting in his lap. "I won't make you do any of that," I whispered softly. I felt a strange urge. A very, very strange urge. I could feel his bulge pressing against my ass and I found myself wanting to... suck it.
I got down onto my knees hesitantly. "What are you doing?" he asked me, tilting his head to the side. I reached up and unbuttoned the pants. He wasn't wearing underwear beneath and his cock popped straight up. My eyes widened slightly at the size of it but that didn't bother me. I wanted it, and I had no clue why.
I leaned forward, giving his head a small, hesitant lick. He gasped softly and groaned. It didn't taste bad, exactly, but it was salty and musky. Strangely, that made me want it more. I leaned in and took the tip into my muzzle, suckling softly and licking around his piss slit. I used a paw to play with his balls as I suckled on his tip.
Was I really doing this? I asked myself in my head, shocked at my actions. I was actually on my knees, sucking a guys dick. And enjoying it. I tasted a spurt of pre on my tongue and swallowed it eagerly. That had been one of the most delicious things I ever tasted.
I started to take more of his cock into my muzzle, my paws working his balls slowly. I made sure to lick as much of it as possible, wanting to give him the most pleasure I possibly could. He moaned in pleasure, one paw coming up to rest on my head. I tasted another spurt of pre and I started to bob my head, moving slowly and only moving on a little of it at first but starting to speed up and take more and more as I got used to it.
I couldn't take it into my throat, but that didn't seem to bother him. He whimpered softly and clenched his toes as I suckled eagerly on his cock. "Oh god," he said, "That feels so great." He started to pant, and his moaning started get louder. "Oh god, I'm about to..." he didn't finish. He put his paws on my head and forced my down, roaring in pleasure as his balls pulled to his body and his cock started to spasm in my muzzle, filling it with his warm, salty seed.
It tasted odd at first, but I loved it immediately. I gulped it down, swallowing it as fast as possible. When his cock finally stopped spasming I pulled off of his cock, licking around my lips and I smiled up at him. I pushed his cock back into his pants and buttoned them, standing up and sitting down in his lap. "What was that?" he asked, his breath still coming in gasps.
I shrugged. "I'm not sure, I just really wanted to give you a blowjob."
He blushed and said, "Well... it was really good."
"It was my first," I said, blushing.
"Seriously?" he asked me, tilting his head.
I nodded and said, "Yes." I put my head on his neck and rubbed it under his chin and looked at the clock. Eleven fifty-nine.
"Hey John." I said.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Merry Christmas." I put my head on his neck and closed my eyes. I felt his arms wrap around me and squeeze me.
"Merry Christmas," he whispered, pressing his lips softly to mine. "And thank you. So much."
"No problem." I murmured incoherently.
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Yes, I know I did not give the main character a name, but he didn't need one lol. Not a good story compared to my others, though I kind of liked it myself, as I said at the top. I just hope you enjoyed it :)