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#6 of Incomplete Stories.
Lockers slammed as the bell called students to their next class. Furre's of differing shapes and sizes mingled then left the hall way, intent upon their seperate destinations. One lone form did not move from his position however. Despite his desperate need to make his next class. The young human was extremely small for his age, often being mistaken for a child. Three different forms of ID to the contrary tended to change peoples minds. Yet here, in an all Furre school, his size was a handicap that was immediately picked up on. Locked inside his own locker, bound and gagged, all he could do was jump around and hope that someone would hear him. His parents dieing in a car crash left him with just enough money to support himself through school and three years of college. But here, his form meant he was the last for anything besides Math, History, and literature. He sighed, pushing his sweating forehead against the hot metal of his locker grill. Saliva started to soak the small bit of cloth keeping him gagged. Here, nothing mattered except money and strength. The young man looked up, hearing someone walking past his row of lockers. He knee'd the metal door making mmnng sounds to try and attract the person's attention. The footsteps stopped just outside of his locker. The human stopped bashing the door, sweat dripping into his eyes from the stiffling heat. There was a faint tapping sound just to the left of his head. The human responded with a booted foot at the base of the locker's door, the living crud almost being scared out of him.
"Hey, there's someone in here." A shadow paused over the grill of the door, sniffing carefully. "A kid.." The voice said, a little uncertainly.
"A what?" Came a second voice, Feminine. High heels clicked upon the tiled cement of the high school's floor. The was a slight scuffle outside of the door. "I wanna see him."
"Syra!" The male half yelled, amusement colouring what could have been an agressive tone. Green eyes popped into view, before light returned as their owner moved away from the door grill.
"What? I just wanted to see. He looks kinda cute for a human." She giggled.
"Syra ... Stop playing and look out for anyone coming by." A dark shadow passed near the grill, a fluffing sound following.
"Spoil sport." The mischievious giggle of the female trailed off as she moved out of the bound human's hearing range. Bright blue eyes framed in a mask of black and white came up close to the grill.
"Step back as much as you can kid, this stuff can cause quite abit of damage." The human hobbled back as much as he could, but was unable to go far. His head rested against the grill of the locker door. An hour in the stiffling heat was taking it's toll on his young body. The hissing sound of disintergrating metal reverbrated through the confines of the locker. A couple of well placed hits, and the locker door flew open. The completely shocked face of a Furre the last thing the young human saw before his body said "no more".
He woke up slowly. The first thing to reach him were the diluted sounds of speech. He frowned slightly as the tonal quality of speech became harsher. A light fur covered hand brushed the side of his cheek, causing him to flinch to the left and away. A light finger tapped his nose, a slight giggle giving it's owner away.
"Menat, he's comin' around." Syra called out to the other voice.
Menat covered the mouth piece of the phone he was using for a moment. "Yeah, allright, I'll be there soon." Menat took his black furred hand away from the reciever. He nodded again to the speaker on the other end, anger still clouding his eyes. "I don't care what his guardian says. I don't care what the law say. He's here with us, and untill he feels fit to leave, no one is taking him out of here. I suggest you look into finding the ones who shoved him into his own locker, they should be put on charges. Were it not for the fact that Syra is a studying field doctor, he wouldn't be breathing right now." Menat covered the reciever again, turning back to Syra's general direction. "Hey Syra, what's a more dangerous type of heat stroke?"
The light touch of Syra's furred hand continued to lightly stroke the human's face. "Any type of heat stroke is dangerous, but more so in one so young as this little guy. I'm surprised he recovered so quickly. I expected him to be out for at least another couple of hours. I'm concerned about his recovery, and the marks upon his back and neck. His short recovery from such strong exposure means he's built up a slight resistance to it. Which means this was no where near the first time. The marks on his neck and back..." Syra trailed off as one of her softly furred fingers brushed the dark bruising around his collarbone, causing the young human to flinch strongly under her light touch. "I have reason to believe it's long term abuse, but I'd prefer an actual doctor proclaim the same before I stake my reputation on it." Syra moved her hand away from the many ugly marks that were only barely visible with the young human on his back. She sighed softly, wondering if it hurt as much to lie still on that badly beaten back of his that she believed it to be.
Menat continued, rage beginning to colour his voice now. "My sister tells me that any type of heat stroke is dangerous, more so for him because he's so young. But what really concerns her are the marks on his back. I will also suggest that you look into his guardian. Anyone who sees fit to beat a child should be drawn and quartered." Menat slammed the phone into it's off white cradle. The tip of his floofy black and white tail curled over his head. Were someone directly behind him they would have turned tail and ran. He stalked down the wood panelled hallway till he reached the room that he'd layn the young kid in. The skin around his nose flushed as he finally realised where exactly he was. He was in his and Syra's room. Looking over that slight and trembling form, Menat's heart jumped within his chest. How could furre's be so cruel?
"How's he doing Syra?" Syra turned her beautifully patterned black and white face to her brother's.
"How can you keep doing that? I thought you'd at least stumble when you finally realised where you'd put him." Syra switched personalities. A strange trait that was just her own, it had never hurt anyone yet, just made them a tiny bit uncomfortable. "Can we keep him? I wanna play abit with him. You know I've always liked humans, and now we have our own little cub. Isn't that great?" She looked back to the slightly conscious form of the young human. A frown crossed her face. "Hey, we found him in a set of highschool lockers, He can't be old enough to be going to highschool yet. Can he..?" She looked back to Menat.
"Try smelling him Syra, You'll understand why I was confused earlier." Syra leaned in close, her nose going immediately to the kid's groin. A quick movement from Menat, and she moved her nose elsewhere. She carefully took in his scent, confused by it. He both smelled and looked like a nine year old but didn't, there was something within his scent that said he wasn't nine. She brought her head up, a moment before touching noses with the kid's. She turned her green eyes to Menat's blue ones.
"I don't get it. Why does he smell so ...... strange..?" Her eyes looked troubled, clear, but troubled. Menat was about to answer when the kid moaned vocally. Both of their heads snapped to his direction. Syra's personality switched back, her medical mind coming to the fore. "Hunny?" She placed her palm upon his hot forehead a moment, before moving it behind his head and carefully bending him forwards. With her other hand she picked up a nearby glass of water, helping him to drink the cool liquid. The student's eyes, though slightly feverish, were pretty clear. Hazel eyes flicked between the two faces above him, fear touching his eyes. "Hunny? Do you understand me? We pulled you from a locker, could you tell us what happenned? Can you tell us your name?"
"derran." He said in a light voice, looking about the room he was in. He winced as he sat up, pulling the pale purple sheet around his middle. Sitting up in the unbelievably soft bed, he panted in the heat. "why's it so hot in here?" He looked between the two furre's, not judging, but not trusting either. He was naked in a strange bed, in a strange house, with strange furre's he didn't know. He kept his expressions as neutral as possible.
A look passed between Syra and her brother Menat. "Hunny, you suffered heat stroke from being in that locker for so long. Your body is too hot, that's why you feel like it's an oven in here. Do you want the airconditioning on?"
Derran looked at Syra, surprised to hear concern from a furre. "no thank you. if you could just give me my clothes back, i'll stop bothering you." He looked about the room noting with an experienced eye the amount of expensive junk that was sitting on the pale green shelves. Forgetting about his back, he twisted around to view the poster above the headboard of the bed. It was of a lion rock star. Derran dropped his eyes from the poster. He didn't like lions.
Menat and Syra winced as the kid twisted around to view the poster of Jimmy Rocker. The amount of bruising on his back was horrifying. A cut going down to curl around his left hip looked infected. It was red, and the flesh glistened. Menat spoke, anger thickening his voice. "Who put the bruises on your back kid?"
Derran froze, shocked. Without turning around, he closed his eyes and answered immediately. "y-you did uncle Cordat." Derran tensed his back muscles, already expecting a beating for having made his uncle come all the way out here for him. There came a growling sound from behind him, then the sound of ripping cloth, followed by a dull thump and crunch. Padded feet quickly left the room. Derran opened his eyes when a light hand gently rubbed the side of his face. He swiped at his face, suddenly realising that he had been crying. He looked up at the skunkette, eyes over flowing with years of mental torment and abuse. She opened her arms wide, the light see through dress she had on for his piece of mind the only clothing she wore.
"C'mere hunny, Nothing's gonna happen to you so long as you stay here." Derran blinked at her, wanting to believe, wanting to think that finally everything wasn't always his fault. Syra gestured with her finger tips, and that was all it took. Ten years of physical abuse and trauma came out in a sobbing mess as Derran took comfort in the arms of a stranger. As Syra held him it all came out. The death of his parents, insurance and their wills giving him enough money to put himself through school and college. The secret as to why he was in a highschool when he looked so young. Last of all came his uncle and his cousins. He didn't know why he had a Lion for an uncle, but he was the only one who wanted him. Even though he had tried to be friendly, his cousins were cruel from the beginning. They had locked him in cupboards, peed in his bed, clawed his sheets to pieces. He had had to buy a safe just so that he could turn in his homework. When he had gone to his uncle to complain about the treatment he was getting. Derran stopped abruptly, unwilling to go into details. Syra just nodded her head, taking all of the information in and storing it away for future use. "It's okay hunny, nothing's gonna happen here that you don't want to happen." Syra hugged the human to her just a little tighter, mindful of his wounds and bruises. Derran's form fell limp in her grasp, his young body collapsing from the extreme stress and heat exposure it had been put through. Syra slowly set him back down upon her and her brother's bed. She pulled the purple sheet up his slight form, tucking him in. She shook her head slowly in sorrow. "All your life you've been told to act your age. But your age is that of a nine year old. It doesn't matter how many years you've seen, your body is nine, and you were forced to grow up too fast." Syra leaned down over Derran, giving his nose a gently lick, she moved slightly lower. Syra kissed the odd little human that was no odder than she or Menat. Bringing her head up, she tasted her lips. Making a mental note to bring him a chocolate cup cake, she pulled off the thin material that partly hid her form. The garment fell to the floor, lifeless. Syra puffed up her fur, looking like an angry cat for a moment before she shook her fur flat, patting it in places where it wouldn't lie down. She flicked an eye to the hole in the wood paneled plaster. We need to talk Menat, she thought to herself
Derran woke up again sometime during the night. For a moment he was afraid. He felt pressed in, and it was dark. Usually that meant one or more of his cousins had locked him in the cupboard in his sleep, but then the pressed in feeling disappeared as one of the body's next to him rolled partly away. Derran turned to look at the one who had rolled away. A floofy black and white tail was all he could see. "that's right, skunks. why am i in bed with a skunk?" He turned the other way, coming face to face with the female he had poured his heart out to. Embarrasement coloured his cheeks before shame chased the colour away. "two skunks. why am i in bed with a pair of skunks?" About to ask another question out loud, he froze as something poked his groin. Derran froze at the contact, the fact that anything hard was poking him in his crotch was cause for concern, especially when its owner looked female. He shifted in the soft bed, slightly worried. He reached out a soft hand under the sheet, coming into contact with soft fur. He blushed as he felt a nipple harden under his hand. He was about to pull away when Syra grabbed his arm, hugging it to her chest. Derran had no other choice but to move closer. Snuggled up next to her, he felt rather comfortable. Were it not for the apparent boner poking into him, nestling against her might be pleasureable. Carefully moving, he placed his butt just above her shaft, the tip poking between his legs and just barely touching his smooth and hairless scrotum. Still moving carefully, he pulled his arm over himself, pushing his back against her furry breasts. Syra gave a sigh, cuddling closer to him. She humped between his legs a few times, nudging the bottom of his sack and getting used to the smooth skin that was now in contact with her shaft. Derran blinked, yawning widely. Even though it felt slightly disturbing, he wouldn't have traded anything in the world for the comfort and closeness that the female-ish skunk was giving him. Derran yawned again, his head resting upon Syra's fuzzy arm. Nice....
Syra stretched in the morning light. She froze instantly as she felt a warm body curled into her. Looking down, she saw Derran. A smile touched her lips. Looking over to Menat, she saw he was already awake. "It looks like he likes you Syra." Syra smiled in response, delighted by the touch of jealousy she saw in his eyes.
"Well, since he likes me so much, how about you fix breakfast for all of us?"
"Why don't you?" Came the fast rejoinder.
Syra smiled, "Because lying here with my shaft between his legs is something I want to hold onto for as long as possible." Menat stared.
"Geeze Syra, I could smell your lust, but I had no idea you'd use Derran like that. Get off of him Syra, he may not be so happy when he wakes up."
Syra pouted. Reaching down under the blanket, Syra carefully traced Derran's belly button, listening to him moan softly in his sleep. Moving her hand lower, Syra almost yipped in delight when her hand came into contact with the hard smooth skin of Derran's morning wood. Syra quickly removed her hand, the scent, along with the dampness of her palm, alerting Menat as to what she had just done.
Menat stared at his sister as she raised her black furred palm to her face. Even from the other side of the bed he could smell it. In a second he was out of bed, the covers flying, and he was behind her. He reached down and gently pried Derran from her. Leaning over her to push Derran more into the middle of the bed, he almost clawed the human when Syra engulfed his shaft within her muzzle. Menat's knees went weak as the leech like sucking of his sister overode any responses. Menat almost yelled when he sat upon his tail. The immense pain helped him to stop the pleasure seeking part of his brain. He lightly grabbed Syra's ears and pulled her off of him. She looked at him with her sparkling green eyes, licking her lips and wetting her nose slightly. Menat looked at their position and almost laughed. He was almost on his back on the floor, holding his sister's ears as she was leaning down from the bed, her tail raising up and tenting the sheets. The amusing situation helped chase the rest of his hormones away, but it still left him with a throbbing sensation in his seven inches of glistening meat. "Not here Syra. I don't think he could handle being woken up by a brother and sister screwing each other on his bed." Menat got up off of the floor, checking his tail to make sure there were no bones broken. His hormones tried to make him go back to his bed, but he walked towards the door to his room, his shaft guiding the way.
"Oh, Menat." Menat froze. He very carefully turned around, a touch of fear, hunger, and something else crossing his eyes. His eyes beheld something that most people, furre or human, dream of. In his bed, his sister was lying propped up on her right arm, part of the sheet barely covering her lower half. Her double row of breasts going down her front, nipples hardened enough to show through her fur. She was looking him right in the eyes as she slowly placed a claw within her mouth, slowly pushing the claw, and digit it was attatched to, into her muzzle. Menat watched, his hunger, and a certain part of his anatomy, growing as images of past fun times flashed through his mind. His eyes broke away from hers for a moment, a touch of jealousy and also ... possessiveness, passing accross his face. Derran was next to Syra, his form hugging a pillow close to himself. Menat couldn't help thinking how impossibly cute he looked, he turned his gaze back to his sister. Cuteness wasn't going to cut it this morning, he thought to himself has he watched Syra lean over Derran and slowly lick at his neck and chest as she watched him. The surge of jealousy rose again as he watched his sister. He carefully walked back to the bed, his sister's eyes watching his progress. Syra flicked her eyes between his gaze and what pointed the way for him. When he finally made contact with the bed, she reached out, grasping his shaft and lightly tugging him back onto the bed. Menat crawled forwards onto the bed, most of his attention focused upon his sister, but a small part was focused upon Derran. Syra pulled him up by his shaft, forcing him to almost lay accross Derran. Letting Menat's shaft go, Syra leaned accross Derran and kissed her brother, slowly wiping Menat's musk on the side of Derran's face. Both of them were too fully engrossed in the other to notice Derran waking up. With his eyes completely shut, they didn't realise he was awake untill his scent hit their nostrils. Two pairs of sparkilng green and ice blue eyes looked down at Derran's face. Derran's fear was what made them stop.
Menat looked to his sister, and she to him. "I guess we better stop Syra. He's terrified." Menat looked back to Derran's face, his almost closed eyelids allowing the tiniest of glints to shine through. He leaned a little closer, sniffing deeply. The fear was still there, but also confusion. Menat moved closer, sniffing at Derran's skin before finally giving into temptation and licking it. Derran didn't move a muscle, except for the involantary jerk the first time Menat licked the side of his face.