Alone on Christmas(Final Draft)
A little late I know, but at least I finished it :) Hope you enjoy!
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I huffed out a sigh as I walked through the dark streets of Chicago, Illinois. I was cold and alone. Yes, alone on the streets of Chicago, possibly one of the worst cities in Illinois. Most people would call me insane or suicidal, I simply called it not caring. Neither myself or anyone else would care if something happened to me, so why worry?
I shook my head and started to look around as I walked. There were still a few cars on the street, of course, traffic never stopped completely. My eyes found the sign of a bank and the date popped up. December 24th, 2010. I spat on the ground and shook my head, a sudden "Bah, Humbug!" moment coming up. Christmas Eve and I was alone on the cold streets. Not the best way to spend Christmas.
I started to look at shop windows as I passed them, and as I passed one I could see my reflection. I stopped for a moment to admire my clean white fur and brand name clothing which were among the last things that my parents had ever given me before they left. My golden eyes gleamed in the small amount of light that the headlights of passing cars gave and I almost felt myself get mesmerized. My parents had always told me I had beautiful eyes.
I looked over my body, which most people would describe as the weak body of a computer nerd, although I was honestly semi-athletic, not doing any of the big sports but I did swim, quite often. I sighed, shaking my head as I continued walking. Might as well move, at least the friction would keep me somewhat warm.
I thought about going home, to the house that my parents had lived in for eighteen years, two years before I was born and sixteen afterwards. They didn't live there now, of course. They got up and left not even a month ago. I could remember waking up that morning and not being able to find them. I had finally realized that their room was almost completely empty. I had found the bank pin to the savings account that my parents had been putting money into for my entire life and it sank in that they had left.
Tears came to my eyes as I remembered that morning. The best thing that my parents had done had left me with a house that was paid off, at least. It made me hate my parents, for ditching me without even telling me why, but life was life, and I just had to move on.
I hunched my shoulders to protect myself from the cold more, pushing my paws as deeply into the pockets of my heavy black coat, pulling the hood closer around my face. I sighed softly and wondered why ferals always seemed to be able to keep warm with nothing but their fur but anthros had to wear clothing. It was very annoying to think about.
A few streets ahead of me I could make out the silhouette of a figure, hunching at the front of an alley, it's paws holding something in front of it. As I got closer, I could hear what sounded like the striking of a lighter's flint. "Come on," I heard the figure, obviously a teenage male, "Light." He muttered in frustration.
He dropped whatever he was trying to light and he cursed, throwing the lighter. It popped against a wall and he said, "No, fuck no." He walked over and groaned, punching the wall before returning to the spot he had been in and hunching into the coat he wore. It seemed to be a decent coat, even though it looked really old. The coat confused me because he was wearing a really nice pair of jeans.
I started to walk towards him again, staring warily, trying to make sure he had no malicious intent towards me. When I got close enough to see into the hood I recognized the black dragon. John, the school bully who had terrorized me since Freshman year was staring at me. "What do you want?" He said, scowling.
His voice was hoarse and wet, like he had been crying. "Are you ok?" I asked him, feeling a brief moment of concern, and then feeling shocked that I felt concerned.
"I'm fine," he snapped, scowling at me.
"Why are you out here?" I asked.
"None of your business," he snapped at me, glaring and pulling the coat tighter.
That's when it hit me. The coat seemed to be old and well worn, but it didn't fit him right. "Are you homeless?" I asked him, my voice nothing more than a whisper.
He glared at me, but didn't answer, which I took for a simple confirmation of what I had said. I looked at him again and noticed now that the nice jeans he wore were dirty, if not much. I put my paw on his shoulder and he shrugged it off but I put it back. The coat was almost as cold as his scales were when I touched them. I quickly shrugged out of my coat, shivering as the cold hit me like a ton of bricks.
He stared as I unzipped his coat, a difficult task with how badly he was shivering, and didn't protest as I took it off and replaced it with mine. I quickly wrapped the old coat around me and I could swear I could smell old person on it. "Come on," I told him, taking his paw into mine. His scales were so cold, I almost dropped it in shock.
He didn't protest me dragging him along either, pulling him slowly towards my house. "Where are we going?" he asked me, his voice still hoarse.
"My house," I replied, "You need to get warm."
He didn't say anything else for the long, cold walk to my house. I opened the door eagerly, stepping in and stomping my feet on the plastic welcome mat in front of the door to get the snow off. I could tell he was relieved to be in a warm building as he stomped his feet too, taking off my coat and handing it back to me without a word.
I took off the coat I had taken from him and draped both coats over the back of the couch in the living room before heading into the kitchen. He followed me silently and I looked over at him. "Are you hungry?" I asked him. "Thirsty?"
"A little bit." He said. He sounded really awkward, like he didn't know what he was doing here.
I got into the fridge and pulled out the leftovers from the previous night's dinner. I popped the food into the microwave and set it to heating before putting a kettle of water on the stove. He was standing awkwardly in the doorway and I said, "You can sit down. Make yourself at home."
He looked hesitant but he came farther in, sitting down in a chair at the glass kitchen table. "You have a nice house." He said, looking around the kitchen. I looked at the hardwood floor for a moment before bringing my eyes up and looking at all the appliances.
"Yeah, I guess I do have a nice house." I said.
"Where are your parents?" he asked.
I scoffed, "They left about a month ago. I have no clue why."
"Oh," he said, "sorry."
I sighed softly and shrugged, "So, how long have you been on the streets."
The microwave beeped then and I walked over it, taking the lasagna out of it, juggling the hot dish between paws to keep from burning myself. I set the pan on a hot pad in the middle of the table before getting two plates and two mugs down, filling the mugs with the now boiling water and some chocolate powder.
He stirred the hot chocolate, seeming thoughtful. "I've been homeless for about a year," he said softly. "My parents kicked me out when I got a girl pregnant and then moved as fast as possible. The girl's family wants nothing to do with me."
"Oh," I said, looking down at the food I had set on my plate. I started to pick at it with my fork, occasionally taking a bite of the hot food.
When he finally started to eat he gulped down the food ravenously, swallowing it almost as soon as it touched his tongue. "A little bit," I scoffed, putting more onto his plate.
He blushed deeply but kept on eating, occasionally stopping to take a drink of the hot chocolate. I finished eating what I had given myself, taking a few sips of the rich chocolate in front of me. I watched him eat, and couldn't help but smile. He reminded me a lot of my father, without the fur. After he finished eating I took his plate and put it in the sink alongside mine and then sat back down.
We sat awkwardly for a few minutes before he broke the silence. "Alright," he said, "What's the catch?"
I stared at him curiously. "What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Nobody, and I mean nobody, who got bullied by someone for years would just let them stay in their house without some sort of catch." He said.
"I guess I'm nobody then," I told him, staring into his eyes, "I don't think anyone should be out in the cold on Christmas Eve."
He looked down and then said, "I'm sorry, but I haven't exactly been living off of good will for the past year or so of my life."
I put a paw on his shoulder and said, "I understand. I would be suspicious of people too. A lot of people would use your homeless situation to take advantage of you."
He nodded his head, looking down, "It seems like what most people do, actually."
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
He looked at me and shook his head and said, "I've had to do some... pretty drastic things to keep myself clothed. Fed isn't that big of an issue during the school year because the school gives free lunch, but clothing." He shuddered. "If I didn't want to keep going to school I could have a roof over my head all the time and three meals a day and new clothes whenever I needed them, not just a small chance that I might get any of them."
"It must seem to be pretty pointless to you." I said.
He shrugged and said, "If I keep going to school I can get a good job and I won't have to worry about it anymore."
I nodded my head and hesitated for a moment, thinking about what I was going to say next. "Well... since my parents left I have a spare room. If you want... you can stay here."
"Seriously?" he asked, his eyes slightly wider than they had been, "Even after I bullied you?"
I looked at him and then nodded. "I'm too nice to leave a person out on the streets when I can help. You can get a real job and help pay for groceries and bills."
He nodded his head and looked down at his feet. I stood up and before I knew what was happening his arms were around me, and his face was in my neck. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank. You!" He said. I realized he was crying and I wrapped my arms around him, stroking down his neck. Never once had I ever wanted to hug or kiss a guy in any sort of way, but I found myself enjoying the feel of his arms around me and his head on my neck. I felt dominant to him, for once in my life.
"Come on," I said, separating myself from him, "You must be tired."
He nodded his head and I started to lead, walking down the hall to my parent's old room. I felt a pang as I opened the door, something I hadn't done since they left. The bed was still there, along with the dresser and T.V. They hadn't really taken any furniture.
"This is a nice room," he said as he looked around, walking to the bed and sitting down on it.
I nodded my head, "Yes, yes it is. The T.V. works, but it only has basic cable. There are some DVDs under it, and the remote is in the top drawer of the nightstand. There are blankets in the top of the closet if you need any, and if you want you can take a shower. The bathroom is right across the hallway and the towels are in the cabinet next to the tub."
"Thanks," he said, looking at me.
I nodded my head and smiled at him briefly before turning and leaving the room. I walked to my own room and collapsed, fully dressed, on my bed with a sigh. I was still staring at the ceiling when I heard the sound of the shower running.
I turned onto my side and looked at the blank T.V. screen for a moment before turning it on and flipping through the channels, stopping on some new cartoon. I watched it, letting my mind go blank, so I didn't hear when the shower shut off.
I snapped back to attention when I heard my door open. Standing in the doorway, was John, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "John! What are you...?"
My question was cut off as he walked towards me and sat on the edge of my bed, putting a paw on my thigh. "I don't feel right not giving you something for letting me stay here." He said, looking down at his lap.
His paw started to unbutton my pants and blushed, trying to push it away but he had already finished. "You don't have to do anything, really."
"Maybe not for you," he said, "but I don't feel right about it."
He got onto the bed between my legs, which he had spread. He finished unzipping my fly and pulled my pants down so they were around my knees before he put a paw on the waistband of my boxers. He looked at me before pulling my boxers down and putting a paw on my semi-hard shaft. "Well," he muttered, "at least you're already somewhat excited. Makes me feel slightly better about myself."
I blushed deeply but stopped once his slim tongue touched the tip of my almost erect cock. I groaned in pleasure as it wrapped around my tip briefly. "Oh wow," I muttered, squirming as he continued to lick over my cock.
"Well damn," he muttered, "if this is getting you off so much getting you to cum will be easier than I thought."
He continued playing with my cock with his tongue for a moment before going down on it, puckering his lips around my tip and giving it a suck. I moaned loudly. I had never been given a blow job before, or even a hand job, so understandably I was in heaven. He continued to push his muzzle down over my cock, licking at it everywhere and trying to pinpoint the nerves on it. I panted and started to hump into his muzzle, trying to get more of my cock into the warm, moist heaven that was John's muzzle.
His tongue pressed against my head again and I said, "Man, you have a talented muzzle."
He growled at me, which just made his throat vibrate around my cock, which made me moan louder, my paws going to his head and gripping his hair. I didn't want to hurt him, but as my knot grew I found myself losing myself to my instincts. I moaned and humped against his muzzle, my knot bumping against his lips. I felt his paw take a grip right under my knot and he started to tug on it. I felt my balls pulling up to my body as he simulated a tie and I howled in pleasure, forcing his muzzle down as my cock exploded, cum flowing out of the tip and into his muzzle. He started to gulp down the huge flood, but this was my most intense orgasm and some of it managed to leak out over his chin.
When my cum finally stopped flowing I collapsed back on the bed, panting loudly. He pulled his muzzle off my cock, wiping his chin off on the towel and then he sat down on my bed. "There," he muttered, "now I feel better about staying here."
I looked at him. He was completely naked now, his erection standing tall and I thought that he had enjoyed it. I sat up and I got off my bed, I walked around and then said, "You didn't owe me anything in the first place." I wrapped my arms around his neck and then straddled him, forcing him back down on the bed. I pressed my lips to his muzzle softly, trying to force my tongue in.
"What are you doing," he said, but it was muffled by my kiss.
I moved my lips down to his neck and one of my paws down to his cock. I guided it to my tail hole and I started to put weight on it. It took a couple tries, but the tip of his cock finally popped into my tail hole. I winced as my virgin hole was penetrated, and whimpered as I started to put more weight onto it, sinking farther down. I didn't give myself any breaks, thinking that the faster I went down the faster the pain would go away, and I was right, although the pain was more intense because I went down so fast.
I leaned against his chest, whimpering and squirming as I waited for the pain to die down. He was kissing my neck now, groaning whenever I squeezed down on his cock. "You're so damn tight," he whispered into my ear.
"I better be," I told him, "I'm a virgin."
With that, I started to push myself off his cock, closing my eyes as the feeling of his cock rubbing against my insides on its way out. I let out a groan as I started to let myself drop again about halfway up. "You really don't have to do this," he told me after he groaned, me sitting in his lap again.
I panted softly. I hadn't realized how much work it was going to be to ride his cock. "I want to." I told him.
"Then let's do it this way," he told me, picking me up and flipping me onto my back so he was on top. He looked into my eyes as he started to pull out. I squirmed beneath him as his cock pulled against my insides and he pressed his lips to mine, kissing me passionately. I moaned into the kiss as he started to push back into me, his cock starting to squirt pre-cum, lubing my insides for his cock.
He didn't wait like I had, once he was in he started to pull back out, starting slowly and only taking half of his cock out and then speeding up, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. As his pre started to make my insides slippery his pace started to speed up, his cock pounding into my tail hole, his hips smacking against my ass audibly.
I whimpered as he shifted his angle and started to pound in, his cock hitting my prostate. I moaned loudly as he stimulated it, his cock covering it with pre. "Harder," I moaned, throwing my head back and wrapping my arms around his neck.
He moved his paws to my hips and gripped them tightly, pounding harder just like I asked. "That's it," he whispered into my ear as I moaned, "Moan for me. Moan like a bitch."
I was about to tell him off between moans but I realized that I liked being talked to like that. My cock was so hard as he pounded into me, the sensitive flesh rubbing against his scales. I howled loudly as I came for the second time that night, covering both of our chests with sticky fox cum.
My tail hole tightened around his cock as I hit my orgasm, triggering his orgasm. He growled and bit down on my neck, pounding faster for a few seconds before slamming his cock all the way into me and roaring around my neck as his cum started to flow into my tail hole.
It shot out so hard it kind of hurt, but the searing hot cum that filled me was the best feeling I ever. He had such a big orgasm that some of it was leaking out of my tail hole around his thick girth. I panted, relishing in the afterglow of two intense orgasms, his cock still leaking cum into my tail hole.
He started to lick my neck where his teeth had drawn blood and he muttered, "I'm sorry."
I groaned as his tongue washed over one again, sending a tingle of electricity to my brain. "It felt good," I told him, smiling.
"I meant about the bite," he said.
"I know." I pressed my lips to his and he rolled over, settling onto his back and squeezing me against his chest. I rolled off of him, putting my head on his neck and pressing my side against his. I covered us with a blanket and handed him the remote. "You can choose what to watch."
"Don't you think we should clean up first?" he asked.
"Nah," I said, "We're good."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Mmhmm," I said, pressing my head against his chin and rubbing it. I yawned as the exhaustion from our sex came over me and I closed my eyes. "To think," I muttered, "all this only happened because I thought that nobody should be alone on Christmas. "
"I'm glad you thought that," he said, hugging me closer.
"I am too." I said, drifting into sleep, and as I did, realizing that this is how I wanted to spend every night for the rest of my life.
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Okay, I changed much more than originally planning :P But I still hope it's good.