{"sf1_id":3481,"sf2_id":"J1Orv9Jn","title":"2000 Miles","author":"Dumari","words":2009,"posted_at":"2004-09-06T17:23:00.000Z","tags":["Cheetah","Feline","Gay Relationships","Kissing","M/M","Romance"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/3481-2000-miles","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1Orv9Jn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=3481\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"2000 miles  \nBy : Dumari  \nWritten 9/6/04 in about 2 hours, so this could have been allot better if I had the self  \nesteem to do this for any longer ;p  \n  \n\\*\\*Note\\*\\* : This is a fairly boring story, actually it's incredibly boring. What I wanted to  \ndo with this was just test the water. Back in high school I was rather good at short stories  \nbut I haven't tried my hand at them in years. I'm just trying to get back into the swing of  \nthings before I jump head first into an entire story. So what you're about to read (even if  \nonly partially before you get bored) is simply a bit of background to a story I /WILL/  \nwrite if I feel I have the talent to do so. PLEASE send all constructive criticism to me at  \n[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) (if it's down [[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) will suffice, but  \nthat e-mail is years old and I hate it) of course any sort of support or praise would be  \nappreciated as well but I don't deal well with compliments of any degree. Either way its  \nyiff free ATM /however/ if I continue the story that will change. It's all romantics for  \nnow, but do not worry, I can write some good yiff too. ;)  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As an added note I'd like to make sure that the phrase \"If you can't say anything nice don't  \nsay anything at all\" does not apply here. I would really appriciate any comment at all, as  \nI'd like to improve if possible.  \n  \n----  \n  \nThe painful scream of a blazing car horn brought him back to life with a jump. The bright  \nmidday sun was piercing his eyes and within the second it took for his eyes to adjust he  \ncame within feet of death. The high gloss paint of a red sports car shined through the  \nblinding sunshine and he slammed the wheel to the side, sending his large car flying back  \ninto the correct lane. Luckily he was still a ways away from the large city, and traffic was  \nas light as it would ever be. He shook his head hard, breaking free of his slumber as he  \ntook large calming breaths. At least now he was awake, if not scared out of his mind.  \n  \nHis eyes still squinted hard, and now searched for the first highway sign, something to  \nremind him of how far he had come. His paw was wrapped tightly around the wheel, his  \nclaws digging into his own flesh and fur brining a pain he was currently too numb form  \nhis last little dance with death to feel. His spotted, golden fur could have been in much  \nbetter condition as it was ragged and uneven. Such things would have been of importance  \non any other casual day, but for now he had only one goal in mind. As the sun blazed  \ndown on him he stared forward still searching for that sign, blue eyes squinted only  \nslightly, he knew he would be there soon.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ----  \n  \nThere was nothing to be seen, and all that could be felt was a hard mattress beneath him  \nand an old pillow's sad attempt to comfort his head. He tried to smile as he forced his  \neyes open. Beams of sunlight came through the missing blinds, and they illuminated the  \ndust that floated freely throughout his room. He looked beside him, no one, a seemingly  \nempty bed except for himself. He sighed lightly and rolled over to face the other way,  \nstill no one. He closed his eyes and whimpered lightly, before once again forcing a smile.  \nHe slowly sat up, his eyes following the larger pieces of dust as they danced across the  \nwalkways of light. He wrapped his blanket around himself even though he was allready  \nclothed and lazily brought himself to his feet. This was home once more.  \n  \nHis cloaked figure stumbled across the partially lit room, trying to avoid the boxes he had  \nscattered across the floor. His computer, the current object of his attention, was  \nassembled lazily on an old wooden desk. He pushed the button with a claw, his blanket  \nhanging from his arm, nothing. He pushed again, and sighed in disappointment. He had  \nyet to hook it up, and he was in no mood to do it now. He had just turned around to head  \ntowards the shower when he heard the phone ring. His brow rose as he turned to find  \nwhere the sound was emanating from, and quickly saw it lying next to the bed. 'What did  \nI leave that there for' he thought to himself as he picked up the phone. He cleared his  \nthroat, fully prepared for anyone to be on the other line, as he lazily pushed the talk  \nbutton. \"Hello?\" he asked in a ragged voice, still expecting a stranger calling for his  \nfather or brother. \"Dumari?\" The voice on the other side questioned. \"Loial?\" he asked in  \nreply, his voice quickly returning to a more natural and upbeat tone. It was him...  \nSuddenly it all came back to him  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ----  \n  \nHe stepped out of the shower, a wide smile spread across his muzzle. His soaked paw  \ngrabbed a towel and quickly dried himself off, staring into the mirror. His smile slowly  \nfaded as his stare grew deeper, and the reality of what was going to happen set in. His  \npaw poked at his stomach, which bubbled forward from him. He whimpered lightly to  \nhimself as he sucked it in, and still it didn't look right. He stood at a profile only for a  \nmoment before moving quickly to face forward out of disgust. This was what he had to  \noffer, and soon it would become inescapable. He grabbed his clothes from the bar on the  \nwall and left the bathroom minus the smile and cheerful attitude he entered with.  \n  \nHe draped the clothes on his chair, and stared at them. 'This is it?' he thought to himself  \nas he looked over what he considered his 'nice clothes'. The total worth of them couldn't  \nbe more than $100 as they were nothing more than a pair of black dress pants, a thin  \nblack button up shirt, a belt from Bigg's, and a pair of Payless leather shoes. He  \nsighed, disappointed once more, as he stood up to put them on; Pants first, then socks,  \nthen shoes, then the belt, and then the worst part. He shuddered as he put the shirt on,  \none arm, then the other. He slowly buttoned it up and nervously attempted to tuck it into  \nhis pants. Discomfort set in immediately and he tried to untuck it only slightly. He felt the  \nshirt press up against his stomach, and he pulled up farther, pulling the shirt from his  \npants. He growled angrily as he stuffed his shirt back into his pants before pulling it back  \nout again. He repeated this twice more, only getting more and more angry with the  \nsituation until he tucked his shirt in, pulled it only as far as it could go without falling  \nfree, and angrily threw a punch at the wall.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ----  \n  \nHe held the directions in his right paw, wrapped around the steering wheel once again.  \nHis stomach twisted in discomfort, his head now throbbing in pain. Just the simple  \nsensation of his shirt against his fur drove him mad. He turned onto the off ramp 'Only  \nmiles now' he told himself, which only proved to bring more discomfort. His eyes kept  \nmoving from the directions, to the road, to the passenger's seat. His paws grew shaky as  \nhe turned down the first street, it was only a matter of time now. Pain moved across him  \nwith every single mile. Every house that passed made him more and more nervous and  \nthe sweat was beginning to gather on his face. The music blared even louder now in some  \nsort of attempt to calm himself as he turned into the final road.  \n  \nA shaky paw shifted the car into park, and slowly moved to turn the key to 'off'. He  \nwiped the sweat from his face, which only managed to put all the time he spent grooming  \nthe fur to waste. He sighed deeply again, moving the wrapped box into the space behind  \nhis seat, draping a dark shirt overtop of it. He breathed deeply as he opened the car door  \nand slowly got out, his legs suddenly weak and unstable. He moved to close the door  \nbehind him and jumped, almost slamming his tail in the door, he shook his head,  \nbreathed, and moved on. He had never done anything like this before, and the stress of it  \nall easily got to him. He pulled his shirt forward a bit and walked towards the house,  \nmaking sure to keep his back as straight as it had ever been.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The 20 steps or so seemed to take hours as the cheetah finally reached the front door. His  \neyes closed as he bit his lip and forced a shaky claw to push at the doorbell. The sound  \nmade him jump, and he almost wanted to just turn and leave right there, but he made his  \nfeet heavy and just kept breathing deep breaths, staring at the door. He heard shuffling on  \nthe other side and he grew even more uncomfortable. His shaky paws moved to pull his  \nshirt forward, then to wipe the sweat from his forehead once again. He heard the handle  \nmove and he sighed painfully and closed his eyes tightly as the door opened. He wanted  \nto run, he wanted to just get away before Loial could see him, but now it was too late. His  \neyes opened slowly, painfully, as he saw his mate come into view. \"Loial...\" he managed  \nto push the words through his uneasy breath as he looked him over. He was every bit as  \nhandsome as he imagined, and for an instant it only made the situation more  \nuncomfortable. This was horrible; this was not going to work out. A million reasons why  \nrushed into the cheetah's head, and each and every one got its attention. His hopes where  \ncrushed, this might as well have ended right there.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Mari..\" his mate's words broke him from his horrific thoughts. The cheetah's shaky eyes  \nlocked with his mate's, and he saw nothing he was afraid of. There was no  \ndisappointment, no pity, no shame. There was nothing of that sort to be found at all, they  \nwere content, if not even joyful. It was as if they were at peace with him all expect for a small  \ntear forming at the corner of his eye. The cheetah moved only slightly closer, wrapped his  \narms around his mate and hugged him tightly. \"I love you...\" he said in a peacefull and  \nappriciative tone his head resting on his mates shoulder. \"I love you too...\" Loial replied  \nas the cheetah pulled back only slightly bringing them face to face. Moving slowly forward  \nthe cheetah put his hand on the back of his mate's head, as he opened his muzzle slowly  \nand brought it to his mate's feline lips. It was their first kiss, and it seemed to last an  \neternity. Mari's eyes closed tightly, his paw slowly rubbing over his mate's fur, his nose  \ntaking in his scent. His eyes opened only for a second, lost in the moment, and he froze  \nstill. His tongue still lodged passionately in his mate's warm muzzle he didn't move a muscle.  \nLoial's eyes opened as well, looking rather confused as he moved a paw to pat his mate on  \nthe back and perhaps bring him back to life again. Mari's eyes remained locked, staring  \nforward in shock and fear, as Loial's parents stood there, not 20 feet from their little  \ndisplay of affection.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ----  \n  \nTo be continued....perhaps....or re-written...or abandoned. Whatever.  \n  \nIf you made it this far please leave a rating. Please be honest, and rate me for my inability to write, not my lack of yiff ;)  \n  \n  \n\n"}