Epiphany
Here is my Christmas story after some significant procrastination. My first contest submission. Memories. Enjoy:
"Just get out of here Cyrus." The female wolf muttered as she wiped her face of a tear.
Cyrus couldn't bring himself to bear with the sight. Her eyes continued to water as the wet drip down the side of her dark cheek rubbed aside onto her forearm.
"Jenna, I... I..." Cyrus stuttered as he grasped his gray paws in front of him, frustrated with his own cowardice.
"Goodbye Cyrus." She said giving him one last straight look in the eye, her face flushed under her fur and her lip quivering just so. Cyrus had his mouth hanging open silent and breathless, open to the chilled air on the doorstep. She turned away and closed the door. A second after the red door closed, Cyrus moved a step forward and pressed his forehead on the door looking straight at the snow dusted concrete while his paws fell flat on the wood.
He heard her slide down behind the door, presumably her back facing it. Cyrus heard her sobs through the wood and closed his eyes tightly.
"Why..." He said silently to himself. "Why didn't I just say it?" His right paw formed a fist and he just stopped himself from banging it on the door. He could stay there no longer; He could not stand to hear her and be completely detached from it all.
Where he found nervousness prior to the evening, he was suffering and she could not help him now. He opened his eyes and looked down again, self pity consuming him while he stared. The gray husky managed to lean back for a second, keeping only his flattened paw on the door. He looked to the red, his love's sobs faint. A couple of snowflakes drifted in his sight, only barely obscuring his attention from his regret.
"Why couldn't I say it?" he said quietly to himself. A tear manifested in his eye and he slid his paw down the grain of the door. His paw eventually lost traction and fell to his side, leaving him standing silent, unsure exactly what he could do. His hindpaw shifted left and he took a step towards the stair to lead him onto the sidewalk. He turned and faced perpendicular to the street, snow gently drifting from the cosmos and dusting the block with a fine powder.
Cyrus took a step onto the sidewalk, his foot cold as it came in contact with the ice. He pulled his jacket closed over his chest and burrowed his paws into his jean pockets. He began to walk down the lonely block, with no real idea of his goal. Everywhere he wanted to be was behind him and the only one he wanted to be with was heartbroken and torn; all because of what he could not bring himself to say. Cyrus fingered the engagement ring that he held in his pocket before holding it tightly.
His frozen breath puffed out of his mouth with a sigh, the cold exhale falling and shifting around his passing body. Cyrus looked straight ahead, looking down the long city block. Not a soul was stirring at this hour, not a bird in the trees, not a fur on the streets, not a sound but the constant but soft sigh of glistening snow flipping through the air. Not a thought processed in Cyrus's mind, his expression was a void, a facade that concealed his crumbling heart.
Cyrus passed by countless storefronts, each displaying, "Closed of the Holidays." Flakes of ice softly jutted from the top of his head, just dotting his jet gray fur. He payed no attention for while somewhere carols were ringing in harmony, Cyrus's heart only recited dirges into his mind. He released his grip on the ring after a tight squeeze and let it drop down into his pocket. Cyrus was making a slow pace down the block and could get a good look at the city so solemn. He turned his head to the park, the enormous pine tree in the center adorned with tinsel and white lights.
As per tradition, the pine twinkled for twelve days in December, today being the eleventh. Cyrus and Jenna had helped adorn the tree themselves not two weeks before. Cyrus sniffed, looking back at such a tiny fraction of the past, a blip in their two year relationship. The husky's step had not faltered from the time he left Jenna, hoping that steps away from the door would make him feel less pitiful. He found himself slow considerably as he saw a doberman leaning against the glass of a storefront, smoking a cigarette and looking to the street. The dog glanced from the corner of his eye at the husky and Cyrus heard him chuckle.
Cyrus felt himself stop for a beat before picking up his pace a little, lest he seemed intimidated by the the black and brown dog. Cyrus's eyes darted to the sides as he continued to approach the canine.
"If I turn, he knows it will be because of him. I don't see this working out well at all." Despite a flight response in his instinct, his legs still carried him forward, a sudden gust of wind pelting his right side with ice. Cyrus's tail hung low and cautious. Cyrus was within five yards now and looked up in a last hope the doberman had left. He tilted his head, perplexed as the dog had folded his hands over his chest, a faintly glowing cigarette sitting on the ground by the dog's brown feet.
"Is he sleeping? What is this?" Cyrus was terribly confused but didn't let it show. Half of him said it was his chance to get by and the other, softer half whispering the inverse. The louder sense drowning out the other, he still walked, the gap ever closing until he was but a foot away. Time slowed to an instant and Cryus took his next step forward, He looked straight ahead, desperately hoping he could look to his side without giving himself away.
His paw made contact and crunched on the ice beneath it. He soon found his other foot rearing up behind him, he closed his eyes in relief starting to release a sigh after holding his breath for those few steps. The logical part of his mind ticked away for a second beyond the relief if its counterpart.
Cyrus found himself thinking, "Why is everything still so slow?" in that moment of hesitance, he felt a paw touch his chest. His eyes snapped open and his heart jumped into his throat. The hair on his neck stood on end as he heard a deep amused voice ushering from his left side, "Where are you going friend?"
Cyrus's mind snapped, demanding he look to his side but his face turned cautiously. As his head swiveled he saw none other than the doberman's intimidating visage facing him with a devious, toothy grin. The paw pushed back on him lightly and the dog moved from his leaning on the storefront and slid his way in front of Cyrus, his scary grin ever present on his face. Cyrus gulped inaudibly but he felt as if he had swallowed his own tongue.
The paw pushed off the husky's chest again and he stumbled back a little, catching his balance with a solid step. The gray dog's head sulked down a little and he arched a little forward, inadvertently looking more and more submissive. Then he saw the doberman start to speak but he was left frozen as if the cold had just hit him.
"Are you getting a little last minute present? You know, I have been needing a little spending money for a gift." He continued to grin horribly and he took a solid step forward, mashing the ice below his paw flat to the ground. Cyrus's leg muscles tensed suddenly but he moved nowhere, he just jerked a little. The doberman took another step forward the same mash smashing from his foot.
The storm had picked up noticeably and the wind was gusting in various directions, the heavens almost panicking while it swung to and fro. The husky finally took a step back but his front foot slipped forward slightly, digging a small mound of snow around it before he froze again, noticeably terrified.
"Why don't you lend me some spare cash and we can go our separate ways, huh?" The canine could nearly touch Cyrus and his brain was darting around to concoct some sort of plan. I was only a matter of time before his aggressor got inpatient and Cyrus could think of nothing but to run away.
The doberman's grin slid a little, "You know silence doesn't make me think you aren't th-" Suddenly a small cloud of powdered ice flew up in front of the doberman's face, obscuring his vision and cutting him short as, after kicking snow from his front paw in the air, Cyrus bolted back away from the thug. The dog was quick to act and sprinted towards the fleeing husky.
Cyrus had his mind in overdrive, delicate layers of snow crunching under his step in a symphony of terror. He was nearly winded and he looked back.
"God damn it! He is right there!" The doberman was indeed behind him and was catching up fast. If Cyrus did not think quickly he would be in more trouble than before. He rushed forward through the even thickening storm and was eventually left with the doberman but seconds away from him. His eyes darted up and to the right, spying a dark passage between buildings up ahead.
As he approached the alleyway, panting wildly and his heart racing in terror, he rounded the corner of the brick building. His mind was set on finding someplace to hide while his head darted through the dead-ended alley. He heard his aggressor's footsteps slow considerably to a walking pace. Sensing how close he was, Cyrus maneuvered around a small corner and sat with the cold brick behind him.
While attempting to silently catch his breath, Cyrus could help but think, "I am an idiot! Why would I trap myself like this." He froze and his panting halted as the footsteps held at what Cyrus could hear as the entrance to the alley.
"Tried to pull a fast one on me huh? Well at least you made this a little interesting. As a reward for spicing up the night with a run, I will give you one minute to come out before I have to come and get you myself." His voice wasn't huffed at all, he sounded just as if he had walked to the alleyway. Cyrus held his head to his knees and closed his eyes while his muzzle pointed down. He grunted to himself and a tear ushered from his eye. The only thing of value on him was the ring in his pocket. The only value he carried with him at all was meant to be her's.
He pulled the golden band from his pocket and held it in his palm. He looked down through moist eyes down at the metal ring, a glint of light flecking in the dim aura. He heard a muffled voice coming from his aggressor, but his attention was not diverted.
Suddenly, the air froze. The seconds slowed and Cyrus's eyes widened. A light flickered in his brain while a solitary tear fell from his eye and dropped onto his palm, cut in half by the metal and glistening on the ring. Cyrus felt an epiphany sweep over him and he warmed to the core.
"I have to make it out... for...us." The thought echoed in his mind and rang strong in his psych. The hair perched on the husky's neck flattened, his shoulders loosened, his blue eyes drying. The only part of him that tensed was his fist as it folded over the shining band in it.
It had nearly been a minute and the doberman brought his fingers into a lattice and pushed forward, issuing a satisfying crack. "Times up." He said quietly to himself as he took a step into the alleyway. As soon as his footpaw again made contact, he saw a shadow stir behind the wall.
He gave a triumphant smirk as he saw his victim appear from behind the corner with his head pointed down, his eyes cast by a shadow. But he was walking towards him. The doberman waited in his spot letting his prey walk to him. He crossed his arms and looked down at the dog walking steadily towards him. He stopped but a foot away from him and the night went silent.
The snowfall ceased and only a shifty breeze ruffled the doberman's shirt. The husky still had his eyes dark as the doberman began to speak, "Well, well you came to your senses. Now, why don't we do this the easy way and you-"
The doberman heard a swift shift of air that cut him off. He felt a clip up his jaw as the paw made contact, his teeth gritted together as his head pushed up and to his right. He pulled his arms from their crossed position and attempted to catch his fall after while tipping over to the wall. As soon as he made contact with the brick, he heard another motion in the air. He felt the husky's foot-paw hit hard behind his slightly bent knees.
As his knees pushed forward and he tried to claw his way on the wall, the black-brown dog tumbled backwards and his head hit the pavement hard despite the layer of snow sitting above it. His paws rose to grasp his aching jaw and the other fell to his side. His eyes widened with the contact of another kick, this time to the side of his stomach.
His breath flew out of his lungs and the strong kick made him grasp his side in pain. If it weren't for his pain, the doberman would have noticed Cyrus panting softly above him. The standing fur lingered for a second before the doberman heard padding footsteps in the snow. The snow picked up to what in the day would be considered a pleasant rate. Light flakes landed daintily on his pitifully anguished face. He would not follow, even if he wanted to.
Cyrus was walking at a swift pace, moving himself back from the way he had come not fifteen minutes ago. He was looking straight ahead with his paws in his jacket pockets, holding tight to the metal in his right paw.
The snowfall was picturesque, the flow so unaltered by the breeze that each and every frozen drop that ushered from the dark sky above floated down like a feather from heaven, nestling with its unique brethren over the expansive boulevard. Cyrus did not look back to see if the dog was following, and frankly, he couldn't care less if he was.
His breaths were even, but audibly anxious with his mind focused on the door some addresses down and the warm band in his paw. The city remained quite with his approach. Cyrus could almost swear there was a path in the ice leading him down the block. Anxious to reach the end of this path of destiny, he found himself padding faster toward his objective.
Jenna had not moved herself from the door. Although her weeping had silenced, anguished tears of brine still soaked he face-fur. There was a mound of tissues in a nearby garbage bin and he eyes were nearly bloodshot. A tinseled tree glittered in the corner of the livingroom; smoldering coals crackled in the fireplace. The wolf had her knees pulled to her chest with her eyes gazing blankly down.
"I love him so much..." she sniffled silently to herself. "He didn't say it so why is it it so hard..." The environment was blank and void, meaning and purpose extracted from her with pain and despondence taking its place. The Kleenex box next to her was barren and she could longer reach for it to dry her face. Sitting alone and in pain was all Jenna could do.
She had contemplated falling asleep where she sat already, but she feared what her mind would tell her if she were to let it respond to her condition. Slowly she lifted her head and looked forward. She had this strange feeling that there was a presence nearby. She feel some sort of energy behind her, behind the door.
She made no movement for a second, waiting for the feeling to disappear, yet it remained. Her paws moved from grasping under her knees and were placed on the ground, propping up the wolf's spiritless body.
She could swear as she rose weakly that someone was waiting at the door, silently hoping her to open the door. She slowly pulled herself up and ended up on her feet. She wiped her eyes to gather some of her tears onto the back of her paw so she could see the door, unmuddled by the optics of her tears.
She brought her eye to the peephole at the middle of the top portion of the door. She closed on eye and looked out through the glass piece embedded in the wood.
Jenna peered out, thinking her mind was playing tricks on her. Cyrus appeared to be standing at the door, looking straight forward. His facade seemed driven and he didn't look like he was hear to apologize in any reasonable way. She closed her eyes and sniffed while she reached for the doorknob, hoping to shoo away the mirage.
While the door creaked open, she gave no enthusiasm. As her heavy eyelids opened she looked at his face for but a second. His ears were perked and he panted only very softly to himself. She immediately wished she had not looked as she was now forced to say something.
"Look Cyrus if you can't-" Jenna was shocked to find her sentence cut short by arms grasping around her waist and pulling her forwards. Her eyes still closed and her mouth still open from her talking, she felt Cyrus push his lips to hers. Her mind was set aflame with emotions beyond her previous anguish. She knew that, considering what had happened so little time ago, she could not bring herself to accept Cyrus's embrace.
The kiss ended quickly, but the wolf felt a paw cradle her left cheek and pull her chin up a tad. She opened her eyes up to see Cyrus looking down on her, a warm glow of love seeping from his gaze. She was speechless and she felt her self flush under her fur.
"Jenna, I love you." The phrase echoed in the wolf like wind on a chime. Another tear welled in Jenna's eye, her heart bursting with bliss. The tear broke form her and rolled down her cheek, the light tear flowing readily over the sorrow heavy drops from before. She pushed up back into him and their lips connected once again. The couple's muzzles united and Cyrus caressed Jenna's cheek while a cold breeze blew into the home.
The cold gust managed its way past the furs and continued forward, eventually splashing into the fireplace, causing the hot coals to crackle with warmth. The two stepped further into the apartment and Jenna caught the door with her paw and flung it to shut. Cyrus brought his other paw to caress Jenna's neck while their tongues glanced across eachother.
Jenna's paws felt up her love's sides, pushing his jacket back so that she could feel his fur through his shirt. Although he continued to kiss Jenna, Cyrus slowly dropped his paw from her and moved so that he could slide his jacket off. The cloth slid from his right shoulder and he straightened his arm so that it pulled off of one side and then the other.
The jacket fell to the ground and Cyrus brought his hands to hold Jenna's hips. Her hips rocked slightly as she continued to back toward the bedroom. Cyrus rubbed the sides of the wolf's slender waist and moved his paws just above her shorts. Jenna was in a change of demeanor.
Her sorrow turned joy was now molding into a heat of lust. She pushed her muzzle closer to the husky as she continued to slowly back her way out of the livingroom, her paws going down the canine's torso and eventually resting just below his shirt. Cyrus did not even notice as his shirt was pulled up a little. He only took interest once he felt soft paws rubbing his chest. Cyrus was enjoying the unexpected touch, but Jenna soon murred into their kiss. He barely noticed the sound coming from right in front of him while he still pushed forward, inadvertently bringing the couple out of the livingroom and into the dimly lit bedroom.
Jenna was getting impatient as her mate continued to ignore her pleading for him to let her pull off the shirt. As they approached the bed, Jenna slowly turned so that she was being pushed to the wall opposite the foot of the bed. Cyrus pushed more until the lovely massage had stopped, he opened his eyes from the kiss and then look to see Jenna starting to push him.
With a shove, Cyrus fell towards the bed. As he stumbled back, his knees bent back and his back and head dropped and bounced on the mattress a little. Cyrus gave an oof and moved his elbow straight down from his shoulders and attempted to push his head back up. Jenna crawled up the bed now, Cyrus just barely looking up to see the wolf making her way to him.
She leaned down forward and pressed her muzzle back into his. Jenna felt Cyrus push back, rearing himself up more. She grabbed at the white shirt bundled at his mid-chest and pulled it up to his face. Cyrus could tell her motive now and lifted his elbows from the top of the covers, holding himself up momentarily by his abdominals. Cyrus smiled underneath their kiss now, just before his shirt broke the kiss.
The soft cloth brushed past him and he could feel it running up his arms before flying off his hands. Jenna didn't give the canine a moment to blink before she panted over him and grabbed at the base of her tight top. The green tee slid up her slim form, revealing her luscious black fur as it peeled off.
The green rounded off her chest and over her bust before she tossed it aside. Her breasts were revealed, her firm pink nipples just dotting her dark fur. Jenna moaned a little on top of Cyrus as she brought her paws to her breasts and held them. Cyrus, although his gaze was drawn by the beauty above him, moved his paws down to her hips. The canine hooked his thumbs around the elastic on the shorts and pulled them down.
The gray shorts dragged down the ass that they tightly hugged. Cyrus had also grabbed Jenna's panties, being a thong, soon following the shorts as the strings went taut and brought down the light-gray cloth. He pulled down the garments as low as he could where Jenna took over and moved her footpaws out of them.
Cyrus could not help but notice the heat that he felt from Jenna's pussy as she stayed just above his junk. The tip of his cock was just poking out of his sheath under his jeans and was rubbing on his boxers. Cyrus reached up and wrapped his paws around Jenna's torso, breaking her from massaging her breasts. With a twist and little meep from Jenna, Cyrus placed he naked body down where he was a second ago, the covers just barely indenting as she laid down.
Jenna propped herself on her elbows as Cryus had done moments ago and stayed silent while the husky in front of her reached for his belt. Cyrus's fingers unclasped the metal buckle, clinking against itself as it parted. Jenna watched closely while Cyrus's nimble fingers undid his button. The wolf's pussy had been smoldering with lust ever since her shorts had come off. Her delicate slit was just peaking with a light pink in contrast to her thick, dark fur.
Jenna was desperately holding back the urge to touch her snatch just to ease the anxiety. Cyrus finally pulled down his jeans and he was already half protruding from his sheath, his red-pink flesh ready to further commit himself to his mate.
He touched the length gently, and pulled down pressing down on his sheath and allowing more flesh to harden in his hand. The fleshy bone was in the center of Jenna's gaze and she could only barely hold back moans of lust. Her body was begging to reconcile with Cyrus and her scent held testament to the fact.
In the short time it had been revealed, pheromones were coursing through the delicate air, just meeting with the husky musk that was growing stronger as the pink rod grew in his hand. Where she laid now, Jenna had her head on the pillows at the foot of the bed, Cyrus placing her higher up. She had managed to pull a couple of pillows under her head, in an attempt to keep her hands busy and not pay her pussy the attention it was yearning for.
Now, with her hands free, it was even harder to keep from shoving her fingers into her wet sex. She had to suffice with rubbing the fur on her sides and on her breasts. She was only coping so well and closed her eyes, desperate to keep control. It seemed like a lifetime sitting by that door tonight, and, although she was not alone now and waiting for sex was not nearly as hurtful as heartbreak, the wait for her husky to fuck her felt like a tortured eternity.
Suddenly, Jenna felt paws touch her knees, pushing them outward gently. Her muscles tensed immediately after. Cyrus buried his cock into the wolf and fell forward to her on the bed. The husky only just caught himself above her by his paws on the bedding just under her shoulders.
His shaft was nearly buried, its thick veiny base just shy of pushing further. Jenna gasped and tossed her head back, the soft pillows gathering in the crook made by her strained neck. I silent scream of ecstasy only just eeked from her throat, fragmented and powerful.
Cyrus gritted his teeth, with the sudden imersal in the wolf, the hot walls tensing tightly to surround the cock in a blanket of warmth. His mind was urging him to stay connected but his body raged for more.
Seconds later, Cyrus pulled his shaft half from the wolf with a grunt. He pushed in again, the pussy convulsing around him once again. Pulling out faster this time, he continued to pound in and out of Jenna, his shaft covered in lovely juices although it did not show in the dim room. The greatest light source of the room was gently dotted with shadows of the snow falling outside. The luminous column cascaded through the window, forward over the lover's shifting bodies, only a thick stripe up Cyrus's back and a patch up Jenna's side halting roughly after her right breast was all that glowed in the space.
The light danced over these portions while each body undulated back and forth with every glorious thrust. Jenna's paws casted into the column as they wrapped around Cyrus's back. The light now covered her chest, she clutching closely to her love. Jenna's moans broke the monotonous slapping with each thrust made by Cyrus and his apparent panting. The heated exchange of movement brought the two so close you would consider them one being, a synchronization of two spirits encircling and combining.
Cyrus's knot swelled at his base, bumping into Jenna's sex with each buck forward by him and each thrust forward by her. The lusty murmur of the room amplified with each slap now. The knot stopping Cyrus's shaft at every movement and an orgasm quickly igniting in each fur, the seconds until climax were numbered.
The moonlight showed Jenna's claws to be digging into Cyrus's back and her head pulled up to be inches from his. Their panting muzzles puffed hasty breaths at eachother through their moaning. For the final time Cyrus reared back from his love.
Time slowed once again that night as Cyrus laid still at the perigee of his thrust. Cyrus squinted down at Jenna, a tear of joy only just visible through the nighttime haze. She had a joyous smile astride the tear, the aching pain dissolved, the crystal loneliness shattered. Only confident and happy himself, his hips lurched forward in the sliver of time.
Steady and constant, each centimeter of shaft pushed forward stronger than the last. When his knot came in contact, neither body faltered. The knot slipped in nearly as subtly as the rest of the length and continued in. Only the contact of him to her at the middle cause the time to thaw. Behind the loudest moan from Jenna, Cyrus grunted at the feeling of spunk rushing up his cock tinged the nerves in his brain.
The jet splattered all about Jenna's insides. The following ropes shot deep into the wolf and flooded her clasping walls. Cyrus, howled and fell to the side, bringing his grasping lower on top of him. Jenna nuzzled delicately on the husky's neck fur, her nose just touching the covers of the bed.
Cyrus folded his arms protectively over his mate, holding her safe from the world. Warmth surrounded and filled Jenna as she held tight to her mate. The column of light held over Jenna's back and Cyrus's paws, the translucent flakes a drift but faintly obscuring the two.
There you go. Thanks for reading! If you have any inclination at all to comment it is always appreciated.