Responsibilities-Part Three
Responsibilities
Part Three
Christian entered the room just in time to see the wolf trying to wrestle the remote out of the older boy's paw. After a couple of failed swipes, the wolf quickly gave up and went back to his side of the couch, folding his arms tightly together and letting out a sniffle. Christian quickly rushed up to the couch and placed the pizza in the middle of the coffee table, but not before taking a glance at the television. The bear had changed the channel from cartoons to a reality television channel.
"This is the stuff that I used to watch as a kid. It's way cooler than cartoons." Trevor said, forgetting his work and focusing on the reality TV show.
The fox was completely engulfed into the show as well, though, not for the same reasons that the bear was. He had always imagined reality television to be about stuffing five girls and five guys with headstrong attitudes and little intelligence into a small house. Then they were given alcohol until they all had sex with each other or tried to kill each other. Or both. However, this reality television show decided to skip the middleman of booze and instead had them do nonsensical and degrading tasks in a competition. Within a minute of watching the contestants perform their challenges, two of the girls broke into a fight and started to drag one another to the ground by their hair.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Christian said, looking at the wolf cub, who seemed terrified by the girl's actions. "This is a tad violent."
"What?" Trevor asked, looking away from the television and at the cowering cub. He shrugged his shoulders and passed the remote to the fox before murmuring something that sounded like 'pussy'.
"Lets just keep it to the something age appropriate." Christian said as he turned it back to the cartoons and then giving the remote back to the cub so that he could hold onto it.
"Whatever, what pizza did you get?" Trevor asked, opening up the box and then making a weird face. "Vegetable? Really?"
"I like veggies! They're my fave-" Eric started off, not being able to finish his sentence as he sent himself coughing and clutching at his throat again. Despite his hacking, he gave another fight instigating look at the bear, who returned the his own back to the wolf.
"Anyways! Back to the homework." Christian interrupted, not wanting another fight to break out.
Despite Christian being annoyed with the numerous annoying traits that the bear was showing, he could not feel but a bit annoyed at the cub. Had the cub not been there, he would have been able to work on something to seduce Trevor with. He would have appealed to everything the bear liked just to get a glimpse at what the bear had underneath his pants. Hell, Christian was not above breaking into his own parent's liquor cabinet just to get the bear to like him a bit more. And right now, he needed all the help he could get.
"Christian, can I take a shower? I feel all greasy." Eric said, having finished his portion of the pizza. The wolf's fur around his lips and his paws were covered in grease and sauce.
"Mmmhmmm." Christian said, still in the middle of eating his second slice of pizza. He pointed to the direction of the bathroom.
Eric hopped up off of the couch and let the blankets there on the couch. It was the first time that the fox had seen him without the blanket wrapped tightly around him. Apparently, he had not bothered to dress himself the entire time, being only in his boxers and fur. Eric gave off a quick shiver before heading towards the bathroom. Trevor gave off a bit of a long sigh before turning to Christian and giving a wide devious smile.
"Heh, I thought that kid would never leave. Time for real business?" Trevor said as he stretched himself out on the couch and placed his arms out armrest and the back of the couch to completely expose himself.
"What do you mean?" Christian asked in confusion, suspecting something but not wanting to jump to conclusions.
"What do you think? I did not accept your help for nothing. It's obvious to tell that you're a fag." Trevor said, using the word fag casually.
"Excuse me?" Christian said, pulling slightly back from the bear and furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance.
"I saw you rubbing yourself in class. I also see the way that you look at boys. You want a big dick in your mouth, and so we can help each other out." Trevor said, reaching a paw down to his pants and starting to unzip himself.
"Whoa, what the heck are you talking about?" Christian said, but barely moved from his spot on the couch. Instead, his focus was directly on the bear's crotch.
"For a smart person, you sure don't get things fast. Do you really think that I give a flying fuck about this class or studying? I don't. But I know you're a fag and I know that you're smart, so how bout we cut a deal?" Trevor pulled down his zipper all the way and unbuttoned his pants so that the fox could see his boxers.
"Wha-what do you want?" Christian asked, trembling as he tried to take everything at once.
"Ha, I knew it. You do like dicks, you fucking queer!" Trevor almost shouted, making Christina's entire body clench when he realized the bear was just bluffing. "Don't worry. You'll get your prize, if you play by my rules."
Christian's feelings were extremely mixed. Part of him wanted to take a swing at the bear's muzzle and throw him out of his house from making him look like such a fool. Nothing felt more humiliating than being tricked by someone who probably had the intelligence of a five year old. He also did not like being called a fag, queer, and being told that he liked dick. However, more importantly, he did want what the bear had to offer. No matter what way the fox could spin it in his head, the only reason why he even offered to help Trevor was for a chance to try and seduce the bear for sex.
"Fine." Christian said, feeling a heavy lump inside of his stomach. "You want me to do your homework or something?"
"Fuck, you think I'm cheap, bitch? I don't let faggots even touch my dick unless they're willing to work for it. A girl would only have to do my homework, but for you, I want my homework and I want quiz and test answers." Trevor said, putting his thumb underneath his boxers, but not pulling it down at all.
"Can you please not call me that?" Christian started, watching the bear slowly slide his thumb out of his boxers as though it were a time limit. Out of his desperation, he scrambled and pulled himself closer to the bear. "Fine! Fine! Call me whatever, but I want it now."
Christian felt guilty as he agreed to bear's claims. The heavy feeling that he had in his gut felt ten times worse as he watched the bear pull down his boxers to expose himself to the fox. He had never let someone copy off of him when he did tests and Christian was strongly against the idea of cheating, but he knew that this was going to be the only opportunity coming to him at the time. Christian knew that none of the other open homosexuals were never going to go for someone like him and that the bear's offer was too good to pass up now.
Though his fantasy was not playing out the way that he imagined it to, the bear's sheath was just as he imagined in would be. Just from the bear's sheath, Christian could tell that the ursine was a bit thicker than the average boy's. The tip of the bear's black colored tip was poking out of his sheath, taunting the fox as if to say that Trevor knew the fox would choose the 'right' answer. There was even a little bit of precum dripping down the side of his length and slowly sliding down the side of his shaft to his furred sheath.
Christian had never done anything sexual with another person before, but he had seen enough porn in his life to know what he should do. He slid down to his stomach on the couch and brought his muzzle right up next to Trevor's groin. The bear's scent was thick and heavy, almost pressing like a veil against the fox's face as he got close to his genitals. The smell was almost too much for Christian's nose to handle, but he still managed to get close enough to close his eyes and stick his tongue out far enough to reach Trevor's length and scoop up the pre on his shaft.
"Fuck yeah. I knew you'd agree for some cock. You guys always do." Trevor said, leaning back and giving Christian enough room to play around with.
Christian was too occupied to feel anything from that last comment. The taste of the pre was like nothing else that he had ever had in his entire life. He had only tasted his own cum before, but he had never imagined it to be the way that it was when he licked it from another person. Not just the taste, but also the feelings that came along with it. The feeling of it inside of his muzzle filling his mind with pleasure as well as a sting of guiltiness in the back of his mind. He opened his eyes to see exactly what he had just done.
The bear's shaft had grown a little bit from the attention. Instead of it just being the tip poking out of his sheath, about half of it was now exposed. Trevor's cock jumped up and down, pushing out beads of pre for each time that it pulled up. Christian could not help himself as he leaned up a bit and gave another lick, this time starting from the tip of his sheath and working all the way up to the tip of his shaft. Instinct started to take over as he reached the tip and wrapped his lips around the wide girth of the bear's cock.
"Hey!" Trevor said, reaching a paw down and grabbing hold of Christian's right ear. He gave it a little twist to get the fox's attention. "If I feel any teeth, I'm going to give you a smack. Got it?"
Christian looked up at the bear, nodding as much as he could with the bear's penis inside of his muzzle. He knew that it happened sometimes, but he knew that he could definitely do better than that. The fox slowly slid his muzzle down the cock, running his tongue up against it as he went down on it. His tongue slid up and down the shaft, sliding back and forth and up and down against it as it tried to discover every centimeter of the flesh. The taste of Trevor's cock was similar to the taste of his cum, but the feelings felt so much stronger.
In Christian's excitement, he brought his paw down to his own crotch and began to rub himself through his pants before grabbing hold of his zipper. Though it was difficult, he managed to grab hold of his zipper and pull it down and unbuttoning while still playing with the cock in his muzzle with his tongue. He grabbed hold of his pants and pulled them down enough to free himself of the restraints. His own cock was rock hard and at its full length of seven inches. He bucked his hips into the couch, unable to control himself with so much going on in his head.
He knew that he would not be able to get away with just playing with his tongue on the bear's cock, and he wanted to do more at this point anyways. He pulled his muzzle back, keeping his lips tightly sealed against the bear's girth. He felt it drag against his lips as he pulled back until only the very tip of the cock was still inside of his muzzle. Trevor seemed to like that part a lot, giving off of a loud moan and digging his claws into the couch with one paw, while his other paw grabbed tightly against Christian's ear. Christian pushed back down quickly, getting a bit too excited in his own lust.
"Ow, fuck, faggot!" Trevor shouted as he felt the fox's tooth slide up against his length.
Without much hesitation, Trevor lived up to his promise and pulled his paw back off of Christian's ear before slamming it up right against the fox's head. Christian's ear stung as the bear's paw hit straight at it and scrunched it up awkwardly against his own head. Christian stopped sucking and gave off a yelp in pain, not expecting Trevor to actually hit him if he did mess up. The side of his head and his ear felt like they were on fire and a tear ran down his muzzle, though he dare not say anything to the bear in case he had another hit in store for him.
"Don't hit him!" Eric shouted as he rushed into the room, still wearing nothing but his boxers.
"The fuck, kid?" Trevor shouted, grabbing hold of Christian's long flopping ears and yanking him up off of his dick. Christian yipped loudly, his bruised ear hurting much worse than it did earlier as it was jerked upward.
"Stop hurting him!" Eric yelled again, this time though; he backed up his bark by extending his claws and bearing his fang at the bear.
"Calm the fuck down, kid. He's fine." Trevor said as he pushed Christian back far enough so that he could stuff his receding shaft back inside of his pants.
Christian was not doing that well though. He felt sick at this point, and it was not just from getting caught by Eric that made him feel weird. He knew that if Eric had not shown up, he would have went straight back to sucking on the bear's dick as though nothing had happened. He had not realized how desperate he was just to have sex with someone. Christian pulled up away from the bear, grabbing hold of his swollen ear and rubbing it a bit to help with the pain.
"You hurt him, you jerk. Leave!" Eric said, raising his arms at the bear and stretching himself as far as he could go.
Despite the cub being only two thirds of the bear's height at full height, he did look slightly intimidating. His paws were raised up just slightly over his own head and his claws were pushed out as far as they could go. Even though the claws looked like they had been well taken care of and slightly blunted to keep them decent looking, they still looked like they could at least leave a nasty scratch. His fangs were the things that could really do some damage though. The long row of sharp teeth, along with the two canines on each side would leave more damage than what a band-aid and a kiss could fix.
"Don't you tell me what to do, you little shit. Back the fuck up, or I'll teach you a lesson like your fag friend. And that was me being nice." Trevor said, pointing to the fox's ear and then at the cub.
Eric did not even wait for the bear to finish his sentence before lunging at him with his muzzle. Just as the bear went to point at him, Eric's small, but vicious muzzle latched onto the bear's paw and dug deep into it. Trevor let out a loud yell, trying to pull his arm back away from the wolf, but only making the situation worse. He could feel his skin being penetrated by the two large fangs of the wolf. Trevor grabbed hold of the wolf's muzzle, wrapping his fingers around the wolf's lips and pulling them back enough to make the wolf submit into opening his maw. When the wolf's maw was open wide enough, he yanked his own hand out of the wolf's muzzle and pushed Eric down to the floor.
"Fuck, you little shit." Trevor said, clutching his paw and trying to stop the bleeding. He looked down at the cub, realizing that he still had a fight to deal with. "I'm going to break your nose, you stupid c-"
Before Trevor could finish his sentence, Christian's clenched fist met the side of the bear's muzzle. Christian had stood up just as the fight had started, but he was too nervous to do anything about it. Yet, when he saw the young cub fall to the floor, instincts kicked in. Christian had never imagined himself to harm another person in his entire life, let alone punch someone. His entire body was shaking as he watched the bear go down to the floor, too stunned to even brace himself from falling or grab hold of his bleeding nose. Just as soon as he hit the ground though, his paws jumped up to his muzzle and his body wriggled back and forth on the floor in agony.
"You broke my nose!" Was the only thing that Christian and Eric could make out, mixed with the multitude of muffled curses and shouts in pain.
"Get up off the floor, you-you-you. . . assface." Christian stammered, not really used to cursing and doing too well of a job at it.
Trevor did as he was told, picking himself up off the floor with one of his hands, while the other was still firmly placed on his own muzzle. Christian grabbed hold of the bear's book and notes, tossing it inside of the bag and chucking it at the bear. It hit Trevor's chest hard, making him stumble back, but he was still able to catch it with his one paw. The bear dragged himself out of the house, not saying anything else other than the occasional curse. When Christian heard the door slam, he quickly turned to Eric, who was picking himself up off of the floor and giving a proud look up at the fox.
"Why did you do that?" Christian shouted in anger, unable to hold himself back from yelling at the little cub.
"Wh-what?" Eric asked in confusion. His proud look instantly diminished into one of shame and confusion, like a puppy getting scolded for something that it did.
"We were fine! You said you were going to take a shower." The fox said accusingly, taking a seat back on the couch and putting his muzzle in his paws.
"I came back to ask where you keep the towels. Then I heard you guys talking and I did not want to interrupt you guys." Eric explained as he walked up to the fox's side and touched him on the arm.
"Just leave me alone. You ruined everything." Christian said, unable to hold himself back from sniffling in front of the cub.
"I was just trying to help. He was hurting you." Eric said, biting his lip and trying to keep himself from crying.
"I was fine. I didn't need your help. You're just a stupid kid who's not old enough to understand anything." Christian said through his sniffling, going right where it would hurt the most for the cub.
And it worked. Eric stood silently next to the fox, stunned that Christian would say those things to him. His tail drooped down between his legs and he took a step back away from Christian and stood still. Eric's entire muzzle was wrinkled in anger, but the tracks of tears sliding down his fur showed more than just anger. After what felt like hours of standing in front of the fox, possibly waiting for an apology or, at least, say anything to him, he turned around and walked into the guest room.
Christian, too busy concerning himself with his own problems, did not even hear the sound of the front door to his house opening up and closing shortly after. Christian's mind raised with thoughts of how he would ever be able to get another chance like the one that was thrown into his lap. It also drifted off to fears of dealing with Trevor on Monday, and how he was going to avoid getting the crap kicked out of him until the bear graduated... if the bear would even graduate this year. There was also the possibility of Trevor just telling the entire school that he was gay, and then having to deal with that for the rest of his high school life. Christian shook his head, pushing it out of his mind and standing up.
"Eric?" The fox called out for him, knowing that he had to make things right with the cub.
Christian walked over to the guest bedroom, poking his head in and calling out for him again. The only thing that was in the room was the wolf's suitcase and another large stack of different books for his studies. He went to the bathroom, figuring that the wolf had went to finally take his shower, but when he saw that the door was wide open, he began to panic. He rushed up and down the house, searching every room and possible location for a cub to hide in. No matter where he looked though, the wolf was not there. He took one long gulp as he made his way into the hallway and stared in horror when he saw that the door was not closed all the way. Without putting on his shoes or anything, he dashed to the door and swung it open.
"Eric!" Christian shouted at the top of his lungs, racing out the door and looking back and forth for the wolf cub.