Byakkoya
_Alrighty, this is my first try at writing an erotic story of some kind. If you're reading this (hi!) and you have some criticism or advice - PLEASE share it with me! I'm trying to not suck so much as a writer! :)
Thank you!_
Someone was playing on an acoustic guitar. It was something soulful, the singer had a really nice voice - not too scratchy but a perfect compliment to her music. I might have even liked it if I were anywhere else than here.
"Anything to drink?" A cheerful feline waitress asked me.
"No thanks. Not yet." My mouth answered for me.
"Okay then, I'll be around." And she walked out of the booth as silently as she entered.
I probably looked pretty damn pathetic. Lonely brooding white tiger sitting all by his lonesome in a dingy booth in a dingy bar. Not like it's my choice. I've been waiting here every night for almost a year now.
That's all I know about this place. I know it's dark, I know no one even tries to dance, and I know I'm waiting for someone. Damned if I know who, but whoever it is they sure know how to let a guy down.
I always find myself looking to a picture hanging in my little booth. It's a small framed picture of a city at night, taken from the air. I don't know what city it is. But it's big. Big and bright and beautiful.
I looked away from the picture and returned my gaze to the scratched up table.
And then something careened into the seat opposite me. It got up. It was a cheetah.
"Hi!" The cheetah exclaimed in such a way that I couldn't tell whether he was frightened to death or having the time of his life. "We're best friends now! Act normal!"
My jaw kept trying to move, trying to enable me to yell at this intruder who had launched into making nonsensical small talk with me. Finally, I managed a confused monotone.
"Who the hell are you?" I said, interrupting his monologue about his dairy food preferences. His voice jumped to a whisper.
"Jesus, not so loud!" The cheetah's eyes were bright yellow. He wore a white button down shirt with the top few buttons open. I took a brief look at his chest. He wasn't that hard on the eyes. "In a few minutes, there's gonna be a buncha guys with guns looking for me. You pretend to be my best friend, we don't stand out, I don't die."
I matched his whisper. "Care to elaborate?"
The cheetah sat back in his seat. "I watched a lot of gangster movies when I was a kid. I was always afraid of being one of those unfortunate guys who end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and ended up getting tortured to death in the most excruciating ways imaginable. So I stole some money from the local mafia."
"That...makes absolutely no sense!" I stared at him in utter disbelief.
"You may think so, yeah." He responded, flashing me a smile that caught the romantic in me way off guard. "But you gotta face your fears. You can't just live your whole life afraid of them coming true, you know?"
I quickly recovered from the smile. "No, I don't. Well, wait, I know what you're saying but what you did is completely--" My sentence was interrupted by a door being kicked open by four well-dressed dogs with very illegal looking machine guns. The cheetah's eyelid twitched. Everyone else in the bar screamed.
"Everybody calm the fuck down now!" The lead dog (I assumed) shouted, firing a burst of bullets into the ceiling. Everyone calmed the fuck down very fast. "We're lookin' for a certain faggot cheetah, that's all. We don't want no trouble."
The canines were walking closer to our booth. They hadn't noticed us just yet, but it was only a matter of time.
"This isn't going to work." The cheetah muttered to me. He glanced to his right and to his left. His head turned to his right again.
"That's beautiful..." The cheetah marveled at the picture of the city, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"This isn't exactly the time to-" I started, but didn't finish.
"When I tell you, you're going to have to grab my hand, no questions asked. Okay?"
I would have responded. The response would have been 'Fuck you'. It would have been a really nice 'Fuck you'. The kind of dramatic 'Fuck you' that you only hear in movies. But before I could respond, he turned to everyone in the bar.
"LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND MAFIOSOS! Watch as me and my lovely assistant disappear into thin air!" Four barrels pointed directly at him. His right hand grabbed on to the bottom of the picture frame. His left hand grabbed the curtains beside our booth.
"Now!" He shouted as he closed the curtains.
The curtains were full of holes less than a second later.
When the gangsters' guns were empty, the leader walked over to the booth and thrust open the curtains.
Two leather seats torn apart. A table broken into splinters. Salt and pepper shakers shattered on the ground, their contents mixing forlornly.
No corpses.
One slightly tilted picture of a nighttime urban landscape.
And on the other side of that picture, far out of the view of the angry dogs, a cheetah and a white tiger fell towards said landscape at a very high velocity.
I was screaming at the top of my lungs. The cheetah was laughing. I screamed in his direction.
"Let's see those motherfuckers catch us now, yeah?" He shouted back at me, jovially. His shirt was ruffling in the wind, and there was a tiny portion of my brain that delighted in this view. The rest of my brain was much more concerned with the city we were about to collide with. I gently reminded him of this.
"We are not going to fucking die! We're just going to land in a cafe, that's all!" He yelled back, the laughter on his face not subsiding in the least. I wish I could say that was a comfort.
My screaming had died down after a while, but when I noticed a rooftop rushing towards us, it picked up again.
We went right through the ceiling. The attic. The top floor apartment and a noisily copulating couple. We landed upright in two seats at a small cafe.
Needless to say, I was shaking. Way too many things were running through my mind to be coherent.
"Well they certainly ain't gonna be finding us now." The cheetah sighed and leaned back triumphantly. "You want a coffee or something?"
"C...Coffee...?" I finally managed, trying to keep my voice low and belligerent at the same time. "You nearly get me shot, pull me through a goddamned picture frame, force me to skydive without a parachute and you ask me if I want fucking COFFEE? Is this...is this normal for you? Who are you, what the fuck are you?"
The cheetah shrugged. "I'm a cheetah. I thought that was obvious. As for who I am, you should have just asked." He extended his hand again. "I'm UNACCEPTABLE ONLY THE LOWEST JESUS CHRIST IS THAT FOR I COULDN'T BELIEVE SHE'D BE SUCH A NO I DON'T THINK SO THIS TASTES LIKE ABSOLUTE SHIT I NEVER UNDERSTOOD COLTRANE SOMEONE. And you are?
"Uhh..." I scratched my ear. He had said a name. His lips moved briefly, but at that moment I heard every other word being spoken in that cafe but his. I hesitantly took his hand and shook it. "Marc. I'm Marc."
The cheetah smiled. "You're a liar." He didn't say it meanly, or playfully. Just matter-of-factly. "What's been going on with you, Marc?"
"You want to tell me why I'm a liar first?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No." Still smiling. I can't tell if I'm frustrated or sorta turned on. "What were you doing in that booth?
"I, um..." I didn't really want to talk about it. But I gave up. "I don't know. Someone said they'd meet me there. Said we'd have a few drinks, and talk. I was looking forward to it. I really liked him." That last bit surprised me. I never knew who it was before. And I liked this guy?
"When was this?" The cheetah asked, his elbows on the table. He was genuinely interested. What a weird kid.
"About...a year ago, I guess." I admitted.
"Jeez." The kid sighed, looking sympathetic. "What was this guy to you?"
"He was..." I trailed off. There were words. Thousands of dancing words describing exactly who this guy was and I couldn't pick out a single one. I finally settled with...
"Special." I mumbled. "He was special."
"How special?" The kid shot back immediately.
"Umm..."
"Boyfriend special?" The 'B' word made my stomach very discontent. I turned away.
"Look, I really don't want to talk about this, okay?" I knew it was painfully obvious that the situation made me uncomfortable. At that point I really didn't care. "I'd much more like to hear you tell me just who in the hell you are."
I thought it was a good snappy comeback. I really did. The kid went right on ahead with his unyielding train of thought.
"So you've been waiting for this guy for a whole year? Done nothing else with your life?"
I honestly couldn't pick out a one. My lack of response answered for me.
"That's it, we are going out." He grabbed me by my shoulder as he said this, and pulled me out of my seat towards the exit.
"Where the hell are we gonna go? It's..." Looking for a clock, watch, anything...none in sight. "It's fuck in the morning!"
The boy gave me a really cute stare as he rested his hand on the door. "A perfect time for you to go outside again."
He opened the door, and...
Jesus.
It's a beach in the middle of a summer day. The warm air crept into the cafe and brushed against my fur.
"What the hell..." I whispered to myself. I looked to the horizon and a rush of memories flooded back to me. "Is this...is this the South Shore?"
The kid smiled next to me. "Yeah."
"God." My eyes were transfixed on the water. Any feelings of confusion that this kid caused me were momentarily swept away by memories of playing here when I was a cub. Building sand castles, playing pirates with my friends and bits of driftwood we found. "I can't believe I'd forgotten this place."
"You used to live in Rhode Island?" The cheetah asked me.
"Yeah. I moved to Boston for college and just...never went back. I forgot how much I missed this place." I muttered.
The cheetah made a noise in agreement. He walked in front of me and said, "Miss it as much as your pants?" absolutely derailing my nostalgia.
"What the hell do you..." I stopped as he held up a pair of jeans that looked awfully like mine.
He smirked. "Cute briefs." I looked to my groin, and found that naught but cotton and elastic stood between the cheetah and a good look at my junk.
"G-give it back!" I shouted, lunging for the pants. He jumped away and giggled.
"Uh-uh! Mine!" He winked, took my jeans in his mouth, and tore off on all fours. Of course the son of a bitch with my pants has to be a cheetah, not a three toed sloth or anything. I begrudgingly began to run after him, shouting weakly.
Just when I thought I was catching up to him, he jumped and spun around, skidding against the sand. He tossed my pants to the side and tackled me.
I made a very surprised noise. My body reacted and pushed him over, pinning him to the ground. It was then, when we were both short of breath already, that our eyes really met for the first time. The playful smile faded from his face, and our mouths were suddenly very close. He touched his nose to mine, and I flinched.
"No..." I whispered to myself. "No." I pushed myself off of him and stood up. "I can't. We shouldn't..."
"Why not?" The cheetah asked, a hint of disappointment showing itself amidst his usual curious tone.
I struggled with my words again. "It's...I barely know you. I'm sorry."
The cheetah stood. "Is that really why?"
I started to say yes, but I faltered. "It's...I mean, I already promised...someone else..."
He stood really close to me and looked me in the eyes. "You mean the guy who said he'd meet you?" I nodded, and he shook his head. "Face it, Marc. If he doesn't feel the same way about you, you'll never be able to truly fulfill your desires for him. Do you want me?"
He wasn't exactly tactful, but... "I...I don't know, I've just met you..."
The cheetah put a hand on my shoulder. It was warm, and made me shudder. "No more lying." He said.
I sighed. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. But-" He pressed his finger against my lips. His other hand slipped from my shoulder and moved to my breast.
"You have desires for me. I have desires for you." He looked to my chest, and then back into my eyes again. "It's not so complicated, right?"
My words were utterly failing me. My body felt hot. My penis, not having enough room to move around as it was, was agreeing with him.
"Here I am." He smiled gently, moving a hand down my body and touching my rapidly growing cock. "Those are your desires. So..." His face got close again.
"Act on me." He whispered just before his lips met mine. His arms wrapped around my body, and soon mine enveloped his. Our tongues lapped at each other softly. He pulled me forward and we fell to the ground, our embrace unbroken.
Our kisses went deeper and deeper. My hips started pushing themselves against his.
The cheetah broke the kiss. "I know what you want." He whispered, pulling up his shirt. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants, and I could see his boxers poking out. "You can, don't be afraid."
My breath was short. I looked in his eyes for a moment and then leaned towards him. I dragged my tongue across his neck slowly. He breaths became shallow. I licked him again and again, reaching further and further down his neckline every time. I started unbuttoning his shirt with every lick, and when it was open I began to massage his nipples.
The cheetah elicited a quiet moan as his nipples hardened to my touch. My tongue was just above his belly button now, and I paused. The rush of arousal had temporarily subsided, and I looked up to him.
"Are you sure it's all right that I...?" I trailed off.
He just smiled and said, "I told you, don't be afraid."
My hand hesitantly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. His boxers were smooth, black with gold stripes. I pressed my muzzle to the hard, warm lump in the center. I breathed deeply, and pulled the boxers down.
His cock was a stunning black. I began to gently fondle his fuzzy white scrotum while I remarked, "You're thick."
The cheetah replied, "Thath terrible. Do you think I'm contagiouth?"
I decided against saying 'fuck you'.
In some ways, the first taste of his cock was the best. He was fully erect, his skin felt incredible against my tongue. The scent of his arousal was musky and strong. I was even treated to a few drops of salty pre. The sharp breath he took as I tasted him only goaded me on.
I began to softly suck on the head of his cock, and he let out an absolutely delicious moan. I pushed it into my mouth gradually, taking care to lick as much of his throbbing erection as possible.
He grabbed the back of my head and rubbed between my ears while he bucked into my mouth. His moans were getting sharper, and the pre was leaking a lot more liberally onto my tongue.
"I don't know if I can -ah- hold it much longer..." He gasped. I only licked more furiously, reaching around his waist and grabbing his buttocks while I was at it. He throbbed harder and harder. "Oh, no...I definitely can't hold...oh shit I'm -hah- ...I'm...!"
My tongue was pressed against his tip as he climaxed, and I felt his hot cum flood my mouth. He let out an ecstatic cry as I tasted spurt after spurt of his thick seed. I swallowed it all, his deliciously salty juice warming my throat as it went down. At last his orgasm waned, and I let his now slippery cock slide from my muzzle as he laid on the ground, panting.
I crawled up to him, and pressed my body against his. We kissed again, serenely. He looked me in the eyes, opened his mouth and whispered...
"MAKING LOVE WITH HIS EGO
ZIGGY SUCKED UP INTO HIS MIND
LIKE A LEPER MESSIAH-"
My eyes shot open and my hand instinctively silenced the clock radio.
I was alone. In a small bedroom, sleeping on a cheap twin bed. It seemed like it took an eternity to remember that this place was my home. To remember that I hadn't been stood up at a dingy bar for a year. To remember that I'd just lost a friend because I fell in love with him.
And most of all, it felt like it took forever to realize that the cheetah wasn't there.
I rose from my bed slowly, and then stopped. I felt a moist patch on my crotch fur. "Fuckin' hell..." I mumble to myself, as I stagger out of bed towards the shower.
An hour later, I'm out the door and waiting at the bus stop. Trying to think of work, music...anything but that dream. Figures, I really feel a connection with someone for the first time in a while and it turns out to be the first wet dream I've had in 10 years.
The bus comes, I get on. I pay my fare and walk to the back of the bus, and then...
Someone's in my seat.
A cheetah. Wearing a button down shirt and black jeans. He's staring out the window, biting his lip.
Whenever someone was in my seat, I'd always find another one. I wasn't that picky, but I would never dare to sit in the seat next to them. Hell, I never sat next to anyone unless I absolutely could not help it. But today...
"Um, hey. D'you mind if I sit here?" I ventured.
The cheetah turned around. His eyes looked lonely. He didn't have that mischievous smile on his face. But there was no mistake, that was him.
"Sure, go ahead." He replied. The bus began to move. After a few moments of silence, I turned to him.
"I'm Marc, by the way."
The cheetah smiled. "Travis. Nice to meet you."
Travis, huh?
I smiled and sat back. It was a nice name.