Blue's Apartment part 1
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This is a very good yiff story featuring my orginal characters Blue and his friends from "Day Job, Night Life", which got a 10 rating and hopefully, since this one contains a lot of yiff, this one will to. This is only the first half of it, you'll have to wait to see what happens next in the story. Your comments on this story may influence the next part. Enjoy!
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As a warning, this chapter contains homosexual sex with character who are under the age of 18 (they are 17). I do not advise or promote 'kiddie porn' in no way, shape, or form. Since I am 17, I can write about sexual intercourse involving 17 year olds.
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Blue's Apartment
By Blue Wolf (a.k.a Neptune wolf) 2-21-05
Part 1: Back for the first time
I sat my two suitcases down in the doorway of my new apartment. I took a look around. It was a small studio apartment with nothing but an old used Futon, a pair of old wooden chairs and a hotplate. "This is just great." I thought to myself, sarcastically. My ears went down when I looked down and saw the black carpet with gun stuck in it. I heard yelling in the hallway behind me. "Shut your Damn Mouth, Ricky, I ain't got time fo yo shit! Take your clothes and get the hell out!" I took a look into the hallway. A Wolf was being put out of his apartment by his girlfriend. His clothes and furniture were all out in the dirty, poorly lit hallway. I, being the clown that I am, had a big smile on my muzzle when I saw huge wolf being hit over the head with a block of government cheese. "What are you looking at, kid?" The wolf said. I just ducked back into my new apartment and closed the door. I broke out laughing.
I pushed my two suitcases into a corner and sat down on what looked like a stable chair. I might have sat down for all of two seconds when the chair broke, no, break isn't a good word for it. For something to break, you can still see the parts that made it. No, this small wooden chair disintegrated! I landed with a laud CRASH. So there I was sitting in a pile of dust and wood chips, when my boyfriend walks in.
"Whoa! Looks like that chair is broke, Blue." Ansem, my boyfriend, said laughing. He had a 19 inch tv in his paws.
"Yeah . . . I know." I said as I got up and dusted my clothes off. I sneezed, ruffling up all of my fur. Ansem laughed even harder. Ansem took a look around.
"Well, this place is truly depressing. Where should I put this tv down? . . ." the racoon asked. We heard shots being fired and someone screaming. Ansem continued, "Like it would matter. It's just going to get stolen sooner or later." I shook my head.
"Just put it over there next to the hotplate on the counter." I said. He put it down. I sat down on the futon. He joined me.
There was a knock at the door. I got up and answered it. It was the gang, Gabriel, Dmitri, Wade, and Lucien. Each one of them had some cleaning supplies in their paws.
"Welcome, to my humble hole in the wall." I said. They walked in.
"WOW! You said this was a piece of crap, but DAMN!" Gabriel, the fat wolf, said. He had a cigarette in his mouth. Lucien smirked when he saw the pile of wood chips on the floor.
"Damn this is shitty!" Lucien, the Coyote said. He was the gansta type. He had on a pair of dark purple tinted Cartier's on.
"Well, at least you got out of your parent's house." Dmitri, a kit fox, said.
I was 17 years old at the time. It was costmary to be out on your own before 18. Yeah, it may sound kinda harsh, but I've been prepared for it my whole life since I was a pup. My father taught me how to drive at like age 6. I've been cooking my own food since I was 8 and mother made sure I knew how to keep a house clean. It was my idea to leave the house at this time because I recently got a boyfriend and I think that would be hard to explain to my parents. My parents left the house when they were about 16 or 17. Heh, by my age my father had two new cars, his own apartment, a sweet job, and all of the best comforts of the time. My mother, at my age, moved across 7 states to go to college. She was 23 when she graduated with her masters in Architecture.
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I got myself a job when I was 14 and never quit it. My father forced me to save every penny.
"Now look son . . ." My father said, liking his paws clean of bar- b- Que sauce, "You bet not get fired from the Bar -B-Que King, you here me!" he said liking his lips. He still had sauce on the fur on his chin.
"I know." I said as I took his empty plate from the restaurant table. "I want to get me some new clothes this weekend and go to the movies with my friends."
"Look here, son. Don't go off spending your money on cheap thrills, or easy women. I've set up a bank account for you downtown. You check will go straight there. If you need some money for school, just ask me or your mom. Now go get me another slab of those ribs. . . and a diet coke." he said with a burp.
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The gang and my boyfriend all helped me get my apartment together. We swept and cleaned and bleached and scrubbed, only to find out that that dirty black carpet used to be white. I cringed as I uncovered this fact.
By the end of that long Friday, we were hot, sweaty and dirty, but the apartment was half decent. I ordered a few pizzas and something to drink. This was our first night at my apartment. Dmitri brought over some chairs and his PS2 from his house and we all sat and played some video games. It was around 11pm when the gang left. It was finally some alone time with Ansem. I looked over at him on the twin sized futon. He was half asleep. I sniffed him hard, taking in the smell of that sweat and pure animalistic essence. It made me hard.
He looked up at me with this big brown eyes. He sniffed the air around us and put a smile of his racoon muzzle. He sat up and he kissed me on my lips. He reached over and put his arm around me. I licked his muzzle a bit and he put his paw on my chest and held it there for a second, feeling my heart beat. Ansem then started to run his fingers through my dense, white chest fur.(back then, I was still a pure white wolf with blue eyes) I murred softly and leaned back. He pulled me back up.
"Lets hit the shower." He said in his smooth seductive voice. We went over to the small bathroom. The shower was like the only think that worked properly in the apartment. We both took off our clothes and kissed each other. As I was reaching to turn on the faucet, Ansem stopped me and said,
"I think tonight should be the night, Blue." I smiled. His cock was almost out of it's sheath. I put the tip near my muzzle and licked it a bit. It tasted good, like pure male. I sat there on my knees in the tub with Ansem's cock aimed right at my face. I stroked it a few times and he released a golden stream of warm piss onto my face and chest. It felt so good. Ansem aimed a little higher and got my whole face wet, then lower to make sure my cock was covered in his warm urine. I felt kind of weird yet good there in a tub being peed on, but I looked into Ansem's eyes and was assured that this pleasure I felt was good.
When he was almost done, my pure white fur was completely soaked. I put his cock back into my muzzle and got a short stream down my throat. It tasted so good. Ansem ran his fingers through my face fur and scritched my chin.
"You know what to do boy." Ansem said to me in a dominate tone. I got down on all fours and spread my legs as far as I could in the tub. I then put my head on the bottom of the tub so my tail hole would be straight up in the air. He grabbed my thighs with his strong paws and brought me closer to his aching cock. Ansem pushed in all the way slowly but at a constant rate. I tried to grip the ground but couldn't. His 8 inch cock was stretching me open. He held it there for a while then grabbed my cock and started to jack me off with his still warm piss to lubricate the way.
He started to push in and out of me while stroking my hard 7 inch member. He was going in deeper and faster with every thrust, while stroking faster and harder on my cock. Ansem pushed in as deep as he could with one final thrust and his entire body shook as he came deep inside my asshole. He moaned and gripped ass as hard as he could.
He caught his breath for a few seconds as his cum was still being unloaded. I could feel his cock twitching deep inside me. This sent me over the edge and I came all over my chest and it rained all over the tub. Ansem reached down and squeezed my cock hard, milking every last drop out.
Ansem pulled his cock slowly out with a SLURP noise and cum spilled out of my open ass. It ran thickly down over my balls and down my leg to the tub. I turned around to look at his cock. It was completely white with his thick gooey cum. I couldn't resist not putting it in my mouth. I just slid it into my mouth all the way down to the base of his thick raccoon cock. I fondled his balls as I bobbed my head up and down his cock. He squirted out a few more jets of his hot load into my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could but some still ran down the corners of my lupine muzzle. It was hot, thick, salty, and sweet; Ansem's pure essence spilling down my throat. This was the best feeling in the world. I was his and only his.
After I took in every last drop of seed, Ansem turned on the shower head. Yeah, the water was warm, but it didn't feel as good as Ansem's piss, which made my fur sticky. I stayed on my knees, licking Ansem's cock as he lathered up his hair with shampoo. I looked up at his face and a big blob of bubble landed on my face. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I licked the tip of his still hard cock again and he shivered a bit. As he washed up, I just sat there on my knees with his cock on my muzzle. I was still covered in his piss since the water could barely touch me since I was on the other side of the tub.
After he had washed up, he washed me. I stood up and Ansem lather me up from head to toe. His paws scritching every inch of my body. I let the warm water run over me as I french kissed Ansem. He could still kinda taste the load he sprayed in my mouth. We dried off and went to bed that night happy as could be. I licked his muzzle before we both drifted off to sleep. I was his love toy and I loved it. I was his and only his.
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We woke up the next morning to the sounds of the pianist next door. She was really good. I heard her practicing the day when I checked the place out. If this apartment had nothing and cost a small fortune, it was worth it to hear her playing every morning. With a smile on my muzzle I got up and yawned. Ansem did the same. I got out of the small futon and went into the bathroom. I needed to brush my teeth. I could hear the pianist throughout the small apartment. That was one thing the paper thing walls were good for.
When I walked back into the main room, Ansem was sitting up, still yawing. His muscles shown beautifully through his fur.
"You want some breakfast?" I asked. He looked up at me and said "Yeah".
I put on my clothes and shoes and sat back down on the futon next to him. He kissed me passionately and told be to be back quickly. I loved being his and his only. I grabbed my keys to the apartment and left out into the dirty, grimy hallway. It was dimly lit and had a broke down old couch against the wall with someone's dirty laundry on it. I held my breath as I walked through the hallway and to the elevator. It was still messed up so I took the stairs.
I opened the front door and left out the old run down building and was immediately immersed into the beautiful heart of the downtown area of the city. It was a bad building but it was in a good spot. Furs were walking around with briefcases and talking on their expensive cell phones or just simply sitting on the edge of the park across the street while all around them was hundreds of cars driving back and fourth down the busy streets.
I loved the city, but I wasn't sure it loved me. I didn't bring my wallet with me, just a 20 dollar bill, my ID and my keys. I walked a few blocks over to this nice diner that served up a good breakfast.
I walked into the large, busy diner. The smell of good breakfast food like sausage, eggs, bacon and coffee was all around me. There was a long line at the counter to order. I decided to sit a while at the counter and wait until the line went down a little. I at with my back to the counter. In front of me, through the large crowd, was a picture window with the words "Vick's Diner" written on it along with a few sales signs. There was two furs, a buff looking lion and a Dalmatian, were sitting at a booth near the window talking. Their plates empty in front of them. The Dalmatian pulled out his wallet and put down some money as they both got up to leave.
The line was finally short enough for me to order. I ordered me and Ansem the same thing, the "Number 5- breakfast". It had sausage, eggs, hashbrowns, toast, and coffee. A big breakfast. The Tiger, who was named Ted according to his name tag, behind the counter took my order and gave me a ticket. He said it would be ready in about 10 minutes. I sat back down at my stool at the other end of the counter.
The two furs still haven't left yet. They were just talking and laughing. "Must be mates." I thought to myself. They sat back down for a little while. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it must have been about someone in the diner since the Lion was pointing at someone laughing and hiding his face with the menu. They got back up to leave. Tiger behind the counter tang the bell. My food was ready. I grabbed it and was about to leave when suddenly two furs in masks burst through the door, knocking over the Lion and Dalmatian.
They both had guns and had on all black and had on a mask of a president. One was George Bush and the other was Richard Nixon. Nixon yelled,
"EVERYBODY GET ON THE MUTHERFUCKIN' FLOOR AND EMPTY OUT YOUR POCKETS OR I SWEAR I WILL KILL EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YA!"
Nixon had to be a female. I could tell by her voice. "Shit" I thought to myself. I did as I was told. I could hear furs screaming in the back of the diner. Bush came to the counter and put his gun to Ted's head and told him to empty out the register and the safe. He did it slowly with his eyes on the shotgun in his face. After the register and safe was empty, Bush wrapped the money in a large rubber band , put it in the bag, and gave the bag to Nixon. She walked around and collected the diner's wallets, purses, jewelry, and just about anything else that was of value. I heard a woman scream on the other side of the diner. Nixon fired a warning shot from her magnum, which made her scream even more. I then heard a laud "SMACK!!" and someone hitting the floor.
"HONEY, WHAT'S GOING ON BACK THERE?" Bush yelled, his gun still to Ted's head.
"JUST HAD TO BACK HAND THIS BITCH. SHE WOULDN'T LET GO OF HER WEDDING RING. IT LOOKS LIKE 4 KARATS." Nixon yelled back.
"GOOD!"
Bush then reached into my bag, which was still on the counter. He opened up one of the carry-out boxes and got a good whiff of it. "I'll be taking this too, ok . . . Ted?" Bush said as he quickly closed the box back up. I was on the floor by his legs.
Nixon made her way to the front of the diner collecting valuable as she went along. It was finally my turn. After she put the sack down, she took my few bucks and counted it. Only about 10 bucks and some change. "I can't stand a broke ass motha fucka." She said under her breath. She then got down and put the muzzle of the magnum on the back on my head and begun to frisk me. She felt on my legs, my pockets, my thighs, which made me tense up a little bit. She looked up at Bush, who wasn't paying her any attention. He was too busy making sure that none of the cooks decided to get wise. So Nixon continued her search. She felt on my shirt pocket and my wrists then slyly got a quick feel of my ass and then got a paw around my balls. I yelped.
That was it! I can stand being robbed, having a gun put on my head and having my food taken. But no one get to get a free feel except for Ansem!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." I said as I stood up, pushing the gun out of my face and dusting off my clothes. Bush turned around and pointed his shotgun at me. I pushed it down slowly out of my face and then adjusted my collar.
"Now look, you can rob me all you want but tell your girlfriend over here to keep her paws to herself. I don't let anyone get a free feel on my sac, you hear me?" I said calmly. Bush looked over at Nixon.
"He's lying and you know it, Bruno." She said.
"You have to be the dumbest bitch it the world! I told you last time when I caught you fooling around with Benny the weed man that I'll drop kick yo ass the next time, Sally."
While they were having a moment, I decided to do something. Nixon's gun was to her side and Bush's gun was pointed at her. I quickly reached over and took Nixon's Magnum into my paw. She wouldn't let go and fired a few rounds but I got it out of her hand and hit her over the head with it. She was hurt, but wasn't out. I pointed it at her.
"Put the gun down George Bush or your wifey gets it!" I puled back the hammer. Everyone near me stood back. At this range, there was going to be brains everywhere and no head. They had locked the door when they burst in so no one could get out. I saw sweat drip down Bush's head and he lowered his shotgun. I took it from him and put it on the counter behind me. I grabbed the bag full of valuable and put it up on the counter as well.
"Now look. I want you two to personally give back everyone's belongs and apologize. You understand."
Nixon grabbed the bad and did as she was told. Bush was hesitant, but he did after much thought. I told Ted to call the cops. After a while everyone's money was returned and Bush and Nixon came back to me with the bag. I leaned the shotgun against the counter behind me.
"Now, take off your masks and give Ted back the money from the register." I said calmly.
They both took off their masks. Nixon was a black panther with long, deep red head fur and a sexy face. Bush was a wolf with ragged grey fur and a scar on his face. They were both about 30 something years old. "Heh, two grown ass adults taken down by a 17 year old." I thought to myself with a laugh.
Bush reached into the bag and handed Ted the stack of bills wrapped up in a rubber band. Things were going right! I was officially a hero now! I smiled at Nixon who was holding the empty bag. She also had a smile on her face. This quickly changed my smile into confusion. Bush quickly grabbed both my arms. I wiggled out of it and hit him as hard as I could with my elbow to his head. He hit the ground, just hurt. I smiled again as I saw the robber on the ground holding his head. I let down my guard, when suddenly, out of no where, Nixon hit me over the head with a baseball bat which must have been in the bag. A home run swing. I was unconscious before I hit the ground.
I woke up . . . with only my blue boxer shorts on. . . and in the freezer, tied up with a gag in my mouth. One of the cooks opened the door and let me out and of course the police came an hour later. Nixon and Bush, well Bruno and Sally, left with all of the money and valuables . . . and my dignity.
The police took me to the hospital, being the only one who got really hurt. I got a bandage over my head that looked like a turban. A lawyer knocked on my door and let himself in.
"Hello Mr. Wolfram. My name is Stanley Jones from the 'You Break It, You Bought It' law firm. I heard about your accident. It was completely the owner of the diner's fault!" he said. He was a jackal. I sighed and told him to get out. He walked over to my bed anyway and read my charts. If my head didn't hurt so bad I would have tossed my food tray at him. I was under so much medication I could barely talk, let along move my arms. I yelled, "Get the hell out of my room!", but it came out as a mumbled, "kddcvkemfkrbvekvk!" followed by some violent shakes when he threw a few business cards at me. He called the nurse because he though I was having a seizure. I was actually trying to throw the tray at him.
Well after the nurses used the heart electricity thingy a few times and I stopped shaking and twitching, Ansem came into my room. The nurses and the lawyer left out. He walked over to my bed and held my head in his paws. He hugged me tight. Thanks to the quick shock treatment, the morphine wore off and I was in complete and utter pain, but I could talk straight.
"I heard what happened, Blue." Ansem said.
"I tried to stop them, but that bastard hit me with a baseball bat."
"Aww, it will be alright." Ansem said as he hugged me tighter. His loving embrace. He then let go of me and hit me in the back of my head with a smirk on his muzzle.
"Owww! What was that for?" I yelled. I held my head which throbbed with pain.
"You should know better than that! They each had guns! You could have been killed! How could you be that stupid? Now get up so I can drive you home." Ansem said as he pulled the covers up. "And you still owe me a breakfast!"
My father walked into the room. He didn't say a word. That was how he was.
I got up and called the nurse and she brought me another shot of morphine. On the ride home, I was so out of it, I swore I could hear music everywhere and everything seemed nice, even Ansem's ugly Yugo. It was the same quality as my apartment, but everything seemed good on morphine. I didn't even notice I was actually in my parent's car.
They drove me to my parent's house, by Ansem's request.
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The end for now . . .
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