DRAMA HIGH: CHAPTER ONE | PART ONE
DRAMA HIGH | CHAPTER ONE
Written by McLeod
• ONE •
Darren groaned as his iHome's alarm feature activated, a preselected piece of music from his iTunes library blaring through the two small speakers. Even though the song this morning was one of the rabbit's favorites [OWL CITY's: "To The Sky"], the amount of sleep that clouded his mind dulled his usual sense of enjoyment. The sheet-covered lump that was the incoherent teenager didn't attempt to turn down the volume, or even, for that matter, switch off the blasting music.
Nope. The poor kid was too tired at the moment. He'd do it in a moment.
A moment went by. Actually, several moments passed. The initial song ended; the second one began shredding through the speakers. The uproarious music was beginning to drag Darren from his sleep-filled haze. A white paw edged out from under the mountain of covers and flopped half-heartedly down upon the surface of the table which held the iHome.
His paw was about a foot away from the device, though.
Crap.
The paw began patting the surface of the table, more eager now to find and silence the damned thing that was making all the ruckus. The tips his paw's nails scratched the face of iHome.
Houston, we've made contact.
Upwards crept the paw until it had reached the top the the music box, now fumbling around for the OFF button. Or the SNOOZE button. Or any sort of freakin' button that would quiet the now-annoying thing.
Click!
Silence. Mission accomplished.
Darren groaned again and turned over, his face angled towards the iHome's glowing display. The rabbit slowly, and with much, MUCH difficulty, opened his eyes. The LED-lit screen was blurry (Darren, unfortunately, had to wear glasses), but the Lapin could make out the digits all-the-same.
iHome: 5:36:23 AM, :24, :25, :26, and on and on the latter two numerals rose, evidence that time was passing Darren by.
He needed to get up.
Time to face the day, Darren thought to himself as his paw slipped from the iHome, dangling off the side of the bed, finger-claws hovering just above the wooden floor. Sure, that's what the rabbit told himself, but he made no try to actually get up and out of bed.
Another minute passed. 5:37:12 AM.
Grrr.
He finally willed himself to sit up, slouching slightly. A massive yawn crept up the rabbit's throat, his mouth opened in a wide O. His eyelids began to droop again as he sat there, not yet ready for Step #2: Getting OUT of the bed.
Move your ass, rabbit. Darren urged himself, his paw lazily pulling the covers from his lap. His slid his legs around and off the edge of the mattress, his footpaws coming into contact with the chilly floor. A slight shiver went up the white-furred teenager's spine, then another yawn (but smaller this time around) escaping.
Finally, in a monumental act of personal aptitude, Darren rose from his bed.
_ The crowds cheered, pictures were taken with foreign leaders, and roses were thrown at the rabbit's footpaws._
5:41:33, :34, :35, :36, etc., etc.
Darren knew what would sufficiently wake him up: A hot shower. He stumbled across his room, trying to be cautious since the room was pitch-black...
...only to bang his big toe upon the leg of his desk.
And it hurt like a BITCH.
"FUUUUUUUCK!" Darren roared, hobbling head-first into a nearby wall, almost knocking himself unconscious. So, cradling both his head and his throbbing toe, and cursing up a storm that would make even Bob Saget cringe, the royally peeved rabbit continued on his ill-fated journey to the bathroom.
Today was turning out to suck epically, it seemed.
After reaching the bathroom (SAFELY) and shutting (AND LOCKING) the door behind him, Darren flipped on the lights. The powerful rays of 70W assaulted the pissed-off rabbit's unadjusted eyes, causing him to clench them shut. The back of his lids were illuminated with an orange-red glow.
Oh well.
Darren opened his eyes slowing, letting the bright light filter into the rods and cones. Once he could bear it, the Fur dropped his boxers and thrust aside the shower curtain. He stepped inside, pulling the fabric / plastic material back into place. The metal rings the held the curtain to the aluminum rod screeched, making Darren wince.
The rabbit, like all those of his kind, had acute hearing.
For those of you who don't know already, "acute" means "FUCKING SENSITIVE!"
Anyways, moving on.
He reached down and twisted the chrome knob around towards the red H. A small gasp hissed between Darren's lips as cold rivulets of water bombarded his body, his muscles jerking in surprise. The cold water rapidly rose in temperature until it was pleasantly warm. Ah, much better.
Darren stood under the hot spray of the shower, running his fingers through his long, black hair, massaging his scalp. He pushed his hair away from his face and opened his maw, steamy water filling it. He gargled and spit, again and again, relieving himself of the foul-night-taste that had settled into his maw overnight. The rabbit licked at his teeth.
He uncapped the shower gel and squirted a measurable portion onto his palm, then recapped the bottle, setting it back in its place on the shower ledge. Turning his back to the cascading water, Darren began to apply the green gel to his body, scrubbing the lime-scented chemical into his ebony fur. His nostrils flared as the rabbit inhaled deeply, taking the delightful aroma into his lungs.
"Mmmm..." Darren moaned softly as he rubbed the body wash all over his nude self, his sleep-stiff muscles beginning to relax and loosen. The pounding in his head from the trauma to his head and toe began to subside. His toe soon stopped throbbing with pain.
Maybe today wouldn't be that bad after all...
Darren's paw rubbed his well-constructed chest and semi-smooth midsection, abdominal muscles not yet fully formed. The rabbit was working on it, though. Over the summer, Darren had been focusing mainly on improving the proportions of his chest, shoulders, and arms, through daily session at the gym. The 17-year-old already had well-toned legs due to him being a rabbit (and rabbit's always had kick-ass legs), and a firm booty to boot.
Ha. Ha. Did anyone see the joke?
Anyone? No? *Sigh* Never mind then. Just keep reading, I guess.
His paw slid lower and lower...
...until it reached the base of his flaccid rabbithood.
He couldn't forget to wash that, could he?
Of course not. That would be gross with a capital G.
The rabbit let his paw glide over the flesh of his limp member, smearing soap all over its length. The feeling of something smooth rubbing against it woke the flesh up from its slumber, blood beginning to fill the sexual organ.
_ Well, this is a pleasant way to start the first day of my senior year,_ Darren thought to himself as he slowly began to stroke his now-erect dick, the black rod covered with melon-green suds. The soap was the perfect lubricant for shower-time self-pleasurings.
Darren leaned against the blue-tiled shower wall and closed his eyes as his paw worked up and down his heated shaft. He opened his eyes and gazed downwards as he stroked himself, smiling at the sight. His cock, when fully erect, was eight inches in length and almost two inches in girth, an exceptional sized penis for a Lapin his age. Sure, he wasn't hung like, oh, say, a puma or the LEGENDARY orca, Toumal, but he was content.
The teen reached under his rod with his free paw and fumbled with his low-hanging sack, rolling the balls between his fingers. Pleasure shot from the contact points, up the young male's spine, and into his brain, filling it with lust. Darren's eyes fluttered closed as his paws massaged and undulated his slippery staff and bag.
Oh, yeah, this was DEFINITELY the perfect way to start off his morning.
Steam filled the small bathroom quickly as Darren slowly continued with his oh-so-personal pawjob. The moister-filled atmosphere made breathing a bit of a chore, but the rabbit didn't care. All that mattered was his paw + his cock + stroking = cum.
The one equation any idiot could solve within seconds.
Unless, of course, said idiot had never pleasured themselves before. But, then again, they would still have a basic knowledge of sexual activities and their results, right? Everyone knew a little somethin' somethin' about the marvelous interaction that was S-E-X.
Darren increased the motion of his paw, nice feelings and the sharp smell of his musk consuming his sex-glazed mind. Something in the back of the Lapin's head told him that all this pleasure he was feeling was do to a vast amount of endorphins being released into his bloodstream, but that information was lost to him as he focused on only one thing, and ONE THING ONLY:
Finishing. Reaching his peak. Flying to heaven.
Orgasming.
His paw pumped faster.
Small moans and whimpers broke free from Darren's mouth as he doubled his efforts, the hypnotic sounds of his masturbating (GLISH! GLOSH! GLISH, GLISH, GLISH!) filling the moderately-sized shower, along with a splashing sounds of the falling water hitting the shower floor.
It was all becoming too much for the lust-crazed kid.
_The Lapin's paw went a beat, beat, beat.
All along his rock-hard meat, meat, meat.
His legs tremble --- he needs to take a seat, seat, seat.
Or fall to his knees, holler, and SKEET, SKEET, SKEET!_
(I'm a natural poet, y'all. Fer sure.)
He was getting close --- oh, so close. A pleasant burning ignited in the lower section of his stomach, a tingling sensation tickling his balls. Darren breathing was ragged and hard, coming out in gasps filled with words of profanity.
Lust-induced swears...
Let's listen, shall we?
_ "Fuck yeah...!"_
--- and ---
"Ngh! S-Shit!"
--- and ---
"Gawd damn it...feels so fucking good..."
You could compose a world-renowned symphony form those sexy whimpers of self-ministrations. The music of life. Simply fabulous.
Darren couldn't hold back any longer! With a loud grunt, his back arching outwards from the shower wall, the rabbit came, and HARD! His cock spewed rope, after hot, salty, gooey rope of bunnyspunk, coating the backside of the shower curtain with the white, sticky mess. Darren panted audibly, his stomach muscles spasming as his orgasm blinded him with its infinite glory. Stars exploded before the Lapin's crimson eyes, each stellar eruption followed by a wave of pure, undiluted pleasure.
It took control of the male's body, forcing him to its absolute whim.
Like Lord Gravity, Lord Pleasure is the master of us all here upon Alterra.
It cannot be defied.
Many minutes passed before Darren was able to open his eyes. He grinned as he view the aftermath of his orgasm:
The shower curtain was streaked with his jizz; rivers of it dribbling down the plastic towards the ground. Darren reached out and extended a finger, gathering up some of the rapidly-cooling semen and bringing it to his lips. He sucked the cum off of his finger and rolled in around on his tongue, loving the salty / sweet taste of his seed. This Tasting of the Cum was a ritual that Darren had been participating in ever since his first semen-producing orgasm at the age of thirteen.
And he wouldn't be breaking the tradition anytime soon, that was for sure.
Darren let out a sigh of content and wiped off the rest of his goop from the graffitied curtain, licking what didn't drop off his fingers with his tongue. Even when it cooled, cum still tasted awesome.
Fully awake now and filled with energy, the Lapin finished washing himself, making sure to shampoo his headfur throughly. After he was done, Darren twisted the knob to the OFF position, the waterfall dripping to a halt.
He stepped out of the shower and dried off, wrapping a towel around his waist. The rabbit swam through the steam-filled bathroom to the door. After unlocking it, he turned the handle and pulled the door open, cold air rushing into the small, heat-consumed bathroom. Darren shivered as he exited the bathroom, switching the lights off behind him.
A smile was cemented upon his maw the entire trip back to his bedroom.
Yes. Yes. Yesssssss.
Today was going to be an swell day, indeed.
[: END OF CHAPTER ONE | PART ONE :]