Born to Lose, Chapter one
Author's Notes:This story is a work of fiction made from an assotment of various research into true events and my own phycosis. The story however, is told from the point of view of a German shepard furry named "Dilan." I obviously deny the implication that the events in said story where criminal actions may have been pertrayed were taken by myself, nor do I condone the actions of anyone who seeks to harm another or benifit from them for strictly selfish desires. Please note that you are NOT obligated to read and if you do not like the tags then I highly recommend you do not read any further. My intentions with this story is both to entertain by it uniquness and to help inspire others to look at where there own life has brought them.
~Willace <>
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~Born to Lose~
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Intro:
It's a strange thing, how we define boundries. They may be impressed apon us from an early age from our care-givers and teachers, or simply assimilated through the dailey interactions with our peers. For the most part we all seem to have at least so common dividing line where we say this is okay and that isn't. For Many, that line is much clearer than it ever was for me. Not because of misguieded teachings or even a troublesome upbringing though. For whatever the Reason there are those few and rare individuals who's deffiniton of 'the self' allows for a little more curiosity to see just what line may have split off. Apperently I am one of theose individuals.
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Chapter One:
Good Games
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We are only what can remeber and I seem to remeber the strangest events the best. Suppose that could really be said about anyone, the oddity of something is certaintly going to increase the chance of it sticking in your mind. Still, not all memorys that are strange carry such a negitive overtone. Softly glowing lights from my night-light, the way syrup would stick in my fur when I ate pancakes, or even the way my old childhood friend's ears perked up at my arrival. Youthful memeories are some of the best, don't you agree?
Tuesday, maccoroni and cheese with bitter green vegitables, and chocolate milk; maybe. If I was lucky, that is. Daycare never really was know for its culinary excalance. None they less, it was a half decent place for a cub to get his paly, provided you didn't raise too many eyebrows. How fourtunete for me that I appereaed your avarage, run of the mill german shepard.
"Hey Dilan, Can I pwease pway fwier truk with you?" Great... Tomas the whiney wolf finally took notice of what I was trying to hide away. "Yeeeaah, Tommy." I sighed passing the little red truck to my friend with a hesitante paw. Tomas was all about sharring toys, until he had to do the actually sharring that was. I knew what would happen the second I had surrounderd the coveted item. BAM! a set of frizzy yellow arms squezzed around me like a rope and I felt myself lift to tippy-toes."Uh-huh," I magnaged to huff out before my air supply was completely cut off. Sweet relief poured into my lounges as Tommy decieded to bring the death-hug to an end. "Wanna' play with meh?"
And there we had it. This was the final act in today's amusing little tragedy. Sad as it was Tomas was about my only actually friend I'd see each day, with the exception of my half- brother and our cub-sitter. Still, even if he was nearly a year younger than me, it was way better than just playing by myself, or heaven forbid, playing with our teacher.
Fifthteen minutes of being a fireman got old when I was in need of saving for the fourth time. Tomas must have sense my boredom and gave a tiny push to the truck over to me singnifying he was done playing my hero too. It came to a stop on the tan carpet by my knees he smiled at me. "Wanna' play anotter game?" A boy of few and simple words. But I agreed to his offer knowing that it would be our mid-day nap time very soon. My heavy eyelids help reassure it would be a welcome one at that. Slowly I pushed myself up off the floor and opened my mouth to ask what game he had in mind this time. "Let's pway doktor." he answerd before I utterd another word.
Assumeing it was the boyish version of house, I concented. The girls in our groupe were always busy pretending 'house' and they seemed to get such a kick out of it. I reasoned it couldn't be all that bad. Besides maybe this time I'd be the big hero who got to save my friend from the pretend sniffles. What a way for me to wrap up our daily adventures just before crashing into a dreamland at noon. So I brushed a little clump of cheese from olvie colured T-shirt and scuffled my sandels, awaiting for the explination of this great new game. Instead all I got was a rediculous smile from my compainion and he waved for Tara, the lead cubsitter on watch, to come over.
Standing there impatiently I heard Tomas ask permitance to go wee-wee. It almost frustraded me to be toyed with like this. Here Tommy had just promised to teach me this great new game and then needed to duck out to take a frickin leak! After a firm razzling to his head Tara looked over at me and asked if I had the same 'needs as Tom,' and that I should take care of it if I did because staying dry was important before naptime. Stubbernly I admitted that I did. Mostly as a way of confronting him about his sneaky play methods when we would reach the secracy of the bathroom. But truth be told I did have to go also. So she instructed us to hold one another's paws and we could go by ourselves just like biggy boys get to do. What a joy I though sarcastically as Tommy's rough paw-pad mushed against mine. Then we were off, side by side. My true intentions unknown to him.
Two rooms down the friendly painted hallway we arrived at a set of huge white doors with black trim. On the outside of one, the engraving for boys, the other had for girls. Naturally by that point I had tried my hardest to free my paw from his clucth, but no avail. For being such a runt he was a strong one. Merrily he lead us inside, that same stupid grin plasterd on his face.
Cold cherckerd tile clicked under our pawsteps and a faint hum buzzed down from the floresant lights. Scents of urine and cheap pump-soap filled the enclosed air and I realized Tommy had just relaised my crunched fingers. "Why did you do that?" I asked jumping the gun. My little mind thought it awefully rude to be treated like that, unaware of his plot. "We pway doktor in the potty." Tom explained, on ear perked, the other folded in befuddlement. Clearly he just caught on that this was a new game to me.
"Oh..." I said quite frankly and then turned to the floor traugh. "I gotta' potty now" My words echoed in the empty room with a ring of vaulnarablity in them. I was waiting for him to advert his eyes. When he didn't turn around I whined at him that I needed to wee. That stupid grin again, what was causing him to act so stangly?
Fianlly he gave way and wondered off towards the sinks. I opend the flie to my cargo shorts and started to shimmy them down. Still I knew I couldn't relieve myself with him standing at such close proximity. Insteand I faked it. Making a hissing sound that was suppose to resemble pouring liquid amd then adjusting my pants back to my hips, all without even pulling my rocketship underware down. Apperently he bought the act and miandered back over after I shouted to him that I had finished.
This heraled in the chance to play doctor. "I wanna' be the doctor first, Tommy. You always get to go first. I want a turn to now." Sold. He had to respect that. I was the older one afterall. So he nodded his head and grabbed me by the wrist, the smirking fading from his face. It was then I knew something was up. He had the 'this is a secret, so don't tell' look deep in his puppy eyes and pulled me up against him. Our chest touched and my heart-rate flaied. Tom's beat faster too, just not as quickly as mine. So I decieded to impravise, knowing nothing of how this game was played. Lifting up his yellow button-down shirt I gave it my all.
"Since I'm the doctor I need to listen to your heart." Okay, step on done, we were now offically playing. I did all the thing I remember from my last visit to the doctor's office. He giggled as I pressed my tiny head sideways against his chest, feeling the pounding heart right next to my ear. After checking his heart-rate I let his shirt fall back down and Tomas seemd a little dissopionted.
"Okay now, ummm, stick out your tounge." He did as told and I pressed a finger inside his open mouth, but I was at a lost as what to do next. Insperation hit me and I told him that he had a boo-boo. This apperently ment that he had to take his shirt off. I didn't mind, all in the good fun for being a doctor right.
"Make it bewwer," he pleaded in a goofy voice. Every injury I ever had got a band-aid, but here in the potty room I was limited in options. Instead I chose tolitet paper, lots and lots of toliet papaer. We marveld with delight in just how friviolusly we cacooned his 'sick' tummy in the white wrapping. To sum it all up I gave a kiss just above his navel where he had suffered such a tragic and untimely boo-boo. You know, that's what really makes owie's feel better, right? With my life-saving efforts at an end I grinned and took pride in my work, one wolfie saved by my diligent paw. Now I suspect the obvoius, it was his turn. Naturally I had to let Tommy remain in his new dressings, why ruin all the fun for him?
"Sit on the step-stool," the good doctor instructed and I obliged. His tiny paws went directly to my shirt and lifted it up. Guess I too had a tummy ache. The paper around his waist crinkled as the little wolf bent over, examining my chest. As I was begenning to think he wasn't as creative a pup as me when it came to playing, Tomas did something that shocked me. Twitching his cold little nose he pressed his muzzle right around my left nipple and suckled it lightly! I was in too great of surprise to say anything but my body spoke for me. Tail thumping, ear's taller than trees, eyes wider than the sky, and my mouth a smileing canyon. Feeling him repeat the action I nearly fell from my seating, god it was a strange sensation. I almost wanted to be doctor again so I could do it to him. "Now opwen your pans."
Mezmorized, my gaze floated into his. Do what now? Wondering if he really expected me to follow his instrutions Tommy let go of my shirt started to do it for me. "Wah... Wait! that's my privates!" I chocked out and he drew his paws back in shock. Curiosity took hold and I licked at my lips, preparing myself. "I not tell" I told him opening my flie a little for his amusement. I just couldn't wrap my head around why he wanted me to or why my privates were tingling like they were.
Tommy's face glowed with Jubalance as the metal teeth of my zipper parted. I knew I should feel exposed but strangly that sensation growing between my legs had over-rode my concerns. Standing I let Tomas schootch my shirt up again and pull my shorts to my knees. "Yes," I whisperd but not sure why.
"Can I pway you there?" he asked, blue eyes fixed between my knees. I didn't bother responding verbially but every muscle in my face said 'go for it.' Even through my underwear I felt his paws jumbled about a tiny anotomy. When Tommy's fingers left the area I nearly pulled them back, it just seemed so empty without that touch there. Before I realised it, Tomas snuck behind me and set to work brushing my fruffy tail. Not an easy task seeing how furiosly it wagged about. The sight of him trying to catch up caused me to giggle.
Once the good doctor had finished whatever mending my tail needed Tomas approched my frontside again. I took the oppertunity to cover my loins with my paws. Not because I was suddenly embarssed, but it felt so good to have that preassure there. Looking up I saw him looking down. Still I waited to see just where our game was headed.
All Tommy did was stare as I gentle rubbed myself. Realizing he had his paws down his shorts too made me blush. "Can I see yours privates?" I asked disregarding the fact he was 'doctor' at the moment. Pauseing with pawing himself Tomas withdrew his fingers and yanked his jeanshorts down, his own underwear nearly coming off. I marveled at the sight of my friend, though uncetain as to why. "Dilan, kiss?" Now I had done a lot of strange things today but to kiss my best friend, espically my pantless bestfriend in the potty room? Then I thought about it. I kissed my half-brother goodnight before, so this was probably just the same type of thing. leaning forward I licked the side of his muzzle gingerly. Afterwhich he returned the sign of affection.
"I wanna' show you..." he explained pointing at his white briefs. I was only happy to agree, the tingling in me blooming to immense emotions. In amazement I stared tranfixed as he exposed himself to me, his sheath catching on the elastic band on its way down. Tomas had hips that were yellow but his privates were covered in white fur just like his pudgy little tummy and he began to rub at it again.
Massaging my own area Tommy steped closer. "Dilan, Kiss?" he asked again and I blushed. Okay this deffiently wasn't like how I kissed my brother goodnight. Still I realy really wanted to do it. Smothering my maw against the tip of his muzzle I felt him rub our waists together; yet I didn't stop. We continued to kiss, his weight pushing us backward, both of us stepping out of the shorts that hung around our ankles. Further and further I felt him collied his body against mine with all the strength that he had. Slobber began to drip from excited moiuths and I felt his pantings travel into my throught. Soon we were on the floor, Tommy laying ontop of me and my arms around him. Riggling around he grineded his hips down on me. I tore through his paper shirt squeezing on.to his chest and I cried out, finally breaking our kiss. My entire body shiverd and my eyes hazed over completly. The only thing I saw, his grin and I never felt happier to see it.
"Tommy!" I creid seconds before snapping back to reality. Looking up at him, I felt drained of my energy but so alive! Infact my tiny tail had been flailing so fastly that it made laying donw on it almost painful. We pulled ourselves off the floor and Tomas began to dress himself, his frizzy little maw a complete mess of slobber from my kisses. I slumped over to the traugh and went pee while he fixed his shorts after first putting them on backwards. Once done relieveing myself I washed my paws, dressed and hugged him without waring.
I took his paw, looking towards the door then back at him. "We go back to class." I told him wearily in a sing-song voice and he tightend his grip. On our way to the door he let go and pulled on the bottom of my shirt. "Dilan, Kiss?" he said and I smiled evervescantly. "Yes Tommy, kiss." I murred worn out. as Our lips parted he I fumbled our paws together once more and lead us back. Today when I nap, I thought with a grin on my face, I'll sleep next to Tommy.
~End~