As Days Go By
#1 of As Days Go By
Character Description
Hayden: 17 years old ( soon to be 18 ) straightened shoulder length hair, brown. Average to slightly muscular build. 5ft 8in in height. Ear piercings, two on each lobe.
Chance: 20 years old, anthro Arabian Stallion. Purely white, exception with two black stripes that run down from his shoulders and end just above the knee. Left ear pieced twice.
As Days Go By
It started off as any normal day should, you wake up, have a shower, and get dressed for the day ahead of you. Well in my case, I guess you could say my day was far from normal. As I can recall after getting dressed, I thought to my self that I did need to get more groceries, If I had planned to eat that night. So I decided that I should go to the local supermarket in my small town of Alcona, which was about a three mile walk from my apartment, as for I don't have a car. I was about half way there, with my headphones blaring, smoke in hand, about a few more steps and that's when I don't remember anything.
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I open my eyes to see where I presently am. I find my self not back at my apartment or outside but in a bed, in a room that I've never seen before. I acknowledged that it hurt to move any limb of my body. I tried all I could to not scream from the burning pain that I was enduring just to lift the sheets of the bed to reveal what was causing this immense pain. I gasped in awe because of what my eyes had seen. My torso was bandaged and patched to what had seemed to be as if I was in a war a got shot and stabbed. The bandages were completely soaked with blood, stitches on my left side, I'd say the gash was about 3 inches long.
"What the hell happened to me" I said so softly as it hurt to even get the breath out of my lungs to speak.
" Ahh..looks like someone's finally awake, glad to see that your doing better " a manly unknown voice said.
I jumped when I heard the voice. I lifted my head to see where it came from. In the door way, there was this white stallion, I'd say he's about 5ft10in, just a bit taller than I am.
" Who are you and what do you want from me"! I said angrily but tried not to groan in pain from shouting but I did anyways.
" I guess you could call me your savior and I don't want anything from you, just for you to get better". He said with a smirk on his face
" Why would I call you my savior? Whats with all the bandages and patches for?" I said demanding for an answer
" Because when I was walking to work, I looked in an alley because I heard shuffling but only to find you, lying on the ground in your own pool of blood. I ran over to you, to see if you were still alive. You didn't look like it because you weren't breathing and pale in the face. So I picked you up and ran back home to hopefully get you back alive". He said with a serious tone.
" But why am I not at the hospital, where people should be when shit like this happens? I questioned him.
" Your here because the hospital is a far enough distance that even an ambulance couldn't get to you and get back in time. Also because my house was just around the corner from where you were on the ground". he said with a straight face.
" How did you fix me up like this, and what happened to me". I said wondering what had really happened.
" I guess you could say that you got jumped or someone tried to murder you because you we shot twice in the shoulder and stabbed in your abdomen on your left side. Also, I know how to treat and give basic care to wounds like these because I was trained to do so in one of my previous jobs. Furthermore, shouldn't we contact your parents to let them know what happened and your alright"? He said
" I don't think that will be possible"
"Why, did you move out "?
" It's not that, it's that because... well......ummm.... their dead. They died in a house fire when I was about 15. I was the only one to make it out alive, because the fire had spread through the entire house engulfing it in flames and killing my brother and my parents. I managed to climb out my window and run as far away as I could before the authorities and fire trucks came as for I didn't want to be sent to a foster home." I said with a tear rolling down my cheek, as the horse wiped away with his thumb.
" Aww, I'm sorry for your loss" he said with a concerning look and tone.
" Don't be, in fact...... actually I'm glad their dead. I'm glad because of that they did to me. What they did to me was horrific and unthinkable for a human being. I was abused and beaten every single day of my life in some way, shape or form. My father would whip me with the metal clasp his belt and after dug the pin into and across my back and chest. My family would also starve me for days on end, some times they'd starve me up to a week at a time. At points you'd be able to see almost all the bones in my body because of how neglected I was". I said trying to keep the tears from rolling down my face.
"I guess you could say I was raised in a valley, there was shadows and death, but I got out alive but with the scars I can't forget. The scars of them abusing me, was i guess was their way of reminding me of how much of an abomination, an embarrassment, a disappointment and a piece of shit I was to that family. Guess what, their way worked". I said, now sitting up and hunched over balling my eyes out, but with the comfort of the horse sitting on the side of the bed embracing me in a friendly hug letting me know that it's all over now.
" I'm terribly sorry for you having such a horrible childhood. No one should ever be raised like that. I wish that there was some thing that could have been done to stop that madness sooner". He said with one of his own tears rolling down his face, so I returned the favor of wiping them away.
" There was nothing that could be done. No one knew I existed. They kept me locked inside that house of horror for 15 fucking years". I said punching the bed with frustration, but with a such fast movement I'd manage to tear some of my stitches, which hurt immensely.
"Shit, you tore your stitches and the wound hasn't healed over to stop the bleeding. I need you to get to the bathroom. Can you move?"
I groaned as if to say no because I'd do more damage if I did.
" You mind if pick you up and carry you?" I simply nodded with approval, as his furry warm arms wrapped me up close to his body with me just my boxers. Obviously not caring about the blood that might get on him. As he held me close to him I felt something that I'd never felt before. The feeling that some one actually cares about me.
After he renewed my stitches and a few grunts and groans in pain I was good to go.
"Hey, thanks again for taking the time to care for me" I said with a warm smile. " If you don't mind me asking, what's your name"?
" Ahh, sorry for not telling you earlier but I was to caught up in the moment to do so but I'm Chance by the way. If I do recall correctly I don't know your name either". The horse cocked his head to the side wondering what my name was.
" Oh...... I'm Hayden" I stuttered because i was caught off guard, due to the fact that he was now standing in front of me shirtless! Thats because it was soaked with my blood on it. But man was I an a trance.
" If you don't mind me asking you Hayden, but after you ran away from the tragic house fire, how did you support yourself"? Chance said questioning how I managed to survive two years on my own.
" After about a month of being homeless and stealing countless amounts of time. The town's local police department came looking for me. Thats only because they only found three different remains of charred human skeleton and when there should have been four. They sent out squads of police to look for a young, likely homeless boy. And after I'd say about another two weeks, I was found, picked up and tossed into the back of a cruiser. I was put on trial to see if the theft charges would stick, but luckily there wasn't enough hard evidence to prove that I was the one who did it". I said trying to remember all the details.
" So do you live in a foster home or something along the lines, because aren't kids your age not allowed to live on your own? He said.
" Well to put it long story, short... the town government found it acceptable to live on my own since I will be eighteen in a few months. I already have a steady part time job, good hours and good pay. Just enough for me to pay rent and for food and that's just about it. I never had and still don't have the luxurious lifestyle that most people do".
"I take it you live all by yourself"? He wondered why.
" Ya I do, it gets kind of lonely at times with no one around that I know or even gives a shit that I'm still alive. It's hard for me to even stay positive and remember that things will get better, but it's not that easy, trying to keep all the negative feelings and thoughts of suicide out of my head". I said with a saddened tone.
"Aww, I'm sorry that your living by your lonesome self and that you feel that no one cares for you, but that's when your wrong". He said with a small smirk.
"What do you mean ' that's when I'm wrong' " . I questioned him
" Well if I didn't care for you, would you be here in my bathroom, alive? So see there are people that do care for you even if you've never met them". Chance said with a grin on his face.
" Thanks Chance, for everything... saving my life, brining my spirits up....... I owe you my life Chance". I said with tears rolling down my cheeks.
" Shhhh, it's ok. You don't owe me anything, just for you to get better and to be alright". He said brining me into a hug, that I completely melted into. It felt so nice to be able to feel that someone cares for me. I don't want this feeling to ever go away.
After we broke our friendly hug, the feeling that I was succumbed by, it didn't seem to dissipate.
"What time is it anyways? It looks pretty dark out". I said wondering.
"My watch says that it's quarter past ten. But man am I ever tired, all the worrying and pacing back and forth waiting to see if you'd pull through sure did me in". He said yawning and stretching, the sight I got to see him stretching arms out wide was amazing.
" I'm pretty tired too, my body still hasn't recovered. So I'll guess I'll see you in the morning since I'm sleeping here". I said as I made my way back to the room where I woke up.
"Where do you think your going? Your not sleeping in that room, what if something happens to your stitches again, and you can't get to me in time. For that reason I'd like for you to sleep with me, if that's ok with you. If not, you can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the floor, so that i can still keep an eye on you". He said concerning my well being.
My jaw almost hit the floor as to what he just offered me, of course I'm not going to turn down an offer to sleep with such a hunk.
"No, I don't mind. I'd feel bad if I slept in your bed while you slept on the hard floor". I said trying to convince him.
"Thanks for understanding. I should get changed then". As he said this he turned his back to me to walk to his closet, I got a nice view of his round behind, and with his tail swaying from side to side.
As he came back I thought my eyes had glazed over because when I saw that image for what had seem to be an eternity. That's because all he was wearing was a tight pair of boxer briefs that made a defined outline of his sheath.
Thank god I was already under the covers or else it would be a 'HARD' explanation.
" I hope this alright, I usually sleep naked, but i thought that you might be a little weirded out if I came back out completely naked.
" That's fine..." I said as he slipped under the covers beside me. I laid my head on his chest, I could tell he was nervous because his heart was nearly beating out of his chest.
"What's the matter, you seem to be nervous"?
"Just a little".
"Don't be, everything just fine. Just think of it as my way saying thanks again for everything you've done for me". I said with him with a warm and inviting smile.
I moved my head off of his chest and repositioned my self that I was now with my back pressed up against his chest, my head just under his.
Chance slowly put his arm around my stomach as I drifted softly to sleep.
I never got this feeling of euphoria in my life except for this current time.
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The next morning I was rudely awakened by the sun shining directly through the opened curtains. After I regained my composure of having my eyes burnt, I noticed that I was now laying on top of Chance, but there was more. I could feel something between us. I tried to move, but every time I tried to do so, Chance would squirm and moan. I finely managed to get a look, and my eyes were shocked, his cock managed to break free of the tight confinements of his tight boxer briefs, it was hard as rock and dripping pre like a faucet. I couldn't lie and say that my cock wasn't hard as well.
Chance finally awoke and noticed that I was awake and now lying on his chest. It also took him a few minutes to notice what was sandwiched between us.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry"! He said with lots of embarrassment.
"It's fine, I'm sure every guy gets morning wood now and then. Today it just decided to do so". I said with a little chuckle.
"Are you sure? You don't even want me to go, and wait till it's flaccid enough that I can stuff it into my underwear? He said obviously still embarrassed.
"No Chance, it's cool, I can understand" I said with a toothy grin.
" Are you positively sure that you don't want me to......" I stopped him mid sentence, put my finger over his lips and kissed him. It took Chance a few moments as to what was happening, then finally melted into the kiss. I can't say I didn't as well.
"Yes I'm positively sure, because Chance...... I... love you". I tried saying with my sweetest voice.
I kissed him again after I said I loved him, this time we allowed each other access to our maws. We wrestled tongues for what had seemed to be forever.
Chance broke our first passionate kiss, looked me in the eyes, took a deep breath and said.
" I... love you too, Hayden".