Pride less - Part I - A ride home from School
#2 of Prideless
WARNING - This is some adult messed up sh*t. If your not suppose to be reading this... don't. story and characters (c)DarkWinged Angel 2005 The sun had not risen yet. Grail City, New York still slumbered as the sun was just over the horizon. Meanwhile, Pryd patiently leaned against the wall of a back alleyway. A cigarette rest between his lips, he thought about what happened two days earlier with his little sister. It was the same routine every weekday morning. Get ready around four a.m., head out to this spot, and wait for his friends. Ever since his friends had joined the gang, it seemed that going to school was too much of a risk. So, here he was, waiting for them. Taking the cig out of his mouth, he let out a sigh. The smoke blew out of his parted lips. Then, like a memory, the smoke vanished. Closing his eyes, he began reminisce on the good old days. Remembering back to the day's when it was just him and his friends. Recalling a time when there were no gangs. Breaking his chain of thought, he heard to footsteps of a group coming near him. Cautiously alert now, his other hand went to the pistol tucked in the back of his pants. His hand grabbed the handle while the other casually brought the cigarette back to his mouth. "It's okay Pryd, it's just us," he heard Chad say. Now reassured, he let his hand fall away from the gun. His friends had finally shown up. There were five in all. Chad, Brett, Jack, Kren, and Tom walked up to Pryd. They all formed a circle that's been together for eight years now. Chad and Kren were the only humans amongst the group. Chad was short, twenty years old, had the bluest eyes one could ever see, and had a buzz cut. Kren, on the other hand, was almost the opposite. He stood on level with Pryd, was around seventeen, had icy blue eyes, and had moderately long hair. The tips of his bangs grew down to his eyes. One unique trait about his hair was its natural color. He was born with pure white hair. No one could really understand it, but no one cared. He was born with it. Brett is a tough, bald headed, nineteen year old rottweiler who seems to always where black. Jack a lean jaguar who dyes his short cut hair blue. Like Chad, he is twenty years old. Tom is an Australian immigrant. The roo, like Brett, has shaved his head but wears a western hat over it. He's also the eldest of the group being twenty three years old. He stands higher than the rest and likes to wear dark trench coats. Ever since the gangs sprang up, it seems everyone around the ages of sixteen to twenty have been taking sides. It seemed everywhere you went, you saw a member of a gang. At least one person amongst all you knew was part of a gang by now. In Pryd's case it was everyone but him and Chad. The others were part of a gang that goes by the name of the Guardians. So it's not often for one of them to be out somewhere else doing a job the gang needs him to do. However, today everyone had shown. This rarely ever happens, so Pryd decided to enjoy it while he could. "So what's been up, guys?" the lion asked. The group answered with a chorus of nothings, mehs, and hehs. "How's it going with Lucy, Brett?" Pryd asked. Lucy was Brett's mouse girlfriend. It was a strange mix but they've been dating for some time now. "She's very tired," he answered in a smug tone. Everyone grinned. "Oh? How'd it go Brett?" Jack asked. "She was a little hesitant at first, but once we settled down and started, she kind of took over from there," he and the rest of the group began to delve deeper into the conversation. Meanwhile, Pryd couldn't help but notice the sincere expression on Kren's face. He seems to have the same expression every day. No matter what joke was said or how good something had turned out, he never had a smile on. Of course, it was a little understandable after learning about his past. "Hey Kren," Pryd called, "how you been doing?" Kren's eyes, recently looking down, perked up to Pryd. "Fine," "The family all right?" "They're all fine," "Anything up?" "No," "Alright," he sighed. You couldn't really go into much of a conversation with Kren and that was alright with Pryd. Pryd figured, if you were found in a dumpster as a child and then adopted into an anthromorph family, you might not have/want to say much. Oh well, maybe for another day. As the sun began to lighten the sky and the city began to wake, it was then time that the group had to disband. Brett, Jack, and Chad went off to hang around with the rest of the gang. Tom, had work to go to at the biker shop and Kren, well, no one really knows where Kren goes. Chad and Pryd had to head off to the docks. Chad and Pryd worked the same shifts, at the same place, doing the same job. They were ship loaders. When the Barges would come in to the dock, they would load or unload cargo. Sometimes it was just a box to carry and other times it might need a forklift. Either way, it was decent pay. * Meanwhile, Melissa was at her private school. Since the gang violence had risen, it had become too dangerous for her and others to go to a normal public school. So Maria, Melissa's mother, had signed her up to St. Julian's Private School for Girls. Melissa was in the middle of chemistry class; to her, the most boring class of the day. So, like every other time she is here, she began to daydream. Having the back seat of the class nearest to the window allowed her an advantage in doing this. As the teacher kept going over complex equations on the board, Melissa began to think back to last Saturday. As she stared out the window, she began to remember about how she and her older brother had done something unpredictably special. She felt the fur on the back of her neck rise as she could almost feel his touch. The way they had uncontrollably taken with one another. And most of all, how- "Now can some one give me an answer? You there, Melissa," Reality then snapped back as she had been confronted with an unidentified question. Confused, she looked back at the teacher ignorantly. "What?" * Time flew as Pryd had been unloading boxes all day. It went from morning to afternoon in a matter of minutes to him. Finally carrying the last box into the warehouse, his shift was over. Passing Chad as he went to his car, they both said "see ya," and they headed off to their cars. As Pryd got into his care, his sister popped into his mind again. It was now almost three thirty and Melissa was getting out of school. He began to think deeper to himself about her. He noticed that she had repeatedly been appearing in his thoughts almost all day. Memories of how her tongue lapped around his, the feel of her tight premature vagina massaging his penis as he tore through her virgin tissue, and how they both had climaxed on each other simultaneously. Pryd then noticed his area began to rise. The sudden flashback of his incest had roused his member. "Maybe I should pick her up," he thought, "we need to talk about this." Coming to a conclusion, Pryd switched the gear of the car into drive and sped off; his mind set on Melissa. * The last class bell had rung and school was finally out. Melissa had packed all her things and began to walk down the hallway. Her two friends, Katrina and Crystal, strolled up beside her. Katrina is a sixteen year old lioness with green eyes and black hair. Crystal is a short blond haired, fair brown furred, blue eyed mouse girl who is the same age as Melissa. "Hey Mel, what's up?" Katrina asked. "Yeah, you were really quite today. Did something happen?" Crystal added. Melissa wanted to say yes. She wanted to tell them right there that she had the most unforgettable experience. She wanted to reveal that she was no longer a virgin, like them, and how her brother was the one to have taken it. But she knew it was wrong, and she knew better than to let anyone know. "Um, I've had things on my mind. That's all." She said. "Really? What kind of things?" Crystal asked. "You can talk to us about it Mel. We can help you if you need us," Katrina said. The three girls had reached the main school entrance now. They walked down the cascading cement steps to the sidewalk where other kids entered cars or walked on home. "I'll have to tell you later. I need more time to think it through," Melissa said. "Okay, well you let us know when your ready. We're willing to help if you want," Crystal said. A familiar car horn suddenly beeped. Melissa could slightly identify the horn. It almost sounded like Pryd's car. She and the other two girls looked up to find the source of the horn. Across the street was parked the black firebird. Melissa peered into the passenger street to reassure her it was her brother. Sure enough, Pryd sat in the driver's seat; a cigarette in his mouth and his round sunglasses on. He waved back at Melissa as she stared at him. "Pryd?" Crystal spoke "I didn't know you were getting a ride Mel." "Me neither," Melissa said. She stared at Pryd unsure of what he was doing. Pryd just waved for her to come over. Katrina understood the situation before Crystal could. It was an unexpected ride home from a caring brother, how cute. Resting her hand on Crystal's shoulder to catch her attention, Katrina began to speak. "Well, it looks like it's time for us to go. See ya later Melissa, and remember, we'll be here when you need us," she then began to walk away. Crystal had gotten the hint from Katrina and to begin to walk off with her. "Yeah, see ya later Mel. Call us!" she said as she followed Katrina. "Yeah, later." Mel said softly. Her eyes still fixed on her brother. Questions kept entering her mind. What is he doing here? Did something happen? Am I in trouble? The young lioness finally went over to the car. Realizing her brother had been waiting a while for her to come over; she complied with his wish and got into the passenger seat. When she closed the door, Pryd switched gears and drove off. Minutes passed as the two didn't say a thing. Trees, people, and other things passed by the window as Pryd drove down the road. To Pryd, it seemed like she and him were having a tough time talking with another. Now hat he thought about it, he couldn't remember them even making contact with each other since two days ago. Ever since he woke up yesterday, the realization that he had just committed incest was haunting his mind. Was it haunting hers too? "Where are we going?" Melissa asked. She noticed that Pryd was not taking the way home. They would have been there at least five minutes ago. Pryd didn't answer. He kept on driving until he came upon a parking building a couple blocks away. Melissa watched on as he drove in. It wasn't long before he could find a free spot. Slowly parking the car, Pryd but the gear into park and turned the keys. The car's engine quickly turned off. Melissa stared over to her brother. She found herself completely confused. What was the meaning of this? Why did he bring her here? Meanwhile, Pryd removed his sunglasses and through them into the back seat. Melissa could see the expression of concern on his face as he stared onward. Seconds seemed to be eternity in the quite car. "Melissa," Pryd finally spoke "I brought you out here for a good reason. I need to know something from you that no one else must know." He said. Melissa looked up to him watching the words come from his mouth. "What happened two days ago seems so vivid and unexplainable. But, I know what we did. I know what we had done was wrong. And I also know it must be on your mind as well. I have no idea what affect it's been having on you, but I want to let you know I'm sorry if it's bothering you. It's bothering me too. Knowing that if anyone were to know or find out, it would destroy us. And I don't want that to happen to us. So I want you to decide. I I'm willing to continue with this if you want to. If you desire it, I will let you have more. But if you want it to stop, if you feel this is a burden and don't want to deal with this any more, than let me know and it will all be over," He looked over to his little sister. Her face had too become full of unease. Pryd began to think to himself that maybe he had given her too much to think about. It all seemed to come to her way to fast and she couldn't catch a clear thought. She knew she wanted to have and experience more of what they had shared, but the actual weight of the situation had just fallen atop of her. This was a lot deeper than what she could realize. Warm tears began to drop down her cheeks as she had become indecisive. Her lower lip quivered as consequences of her choices rushed to her in one emotional blast. "Pryd!" she cried as she fell into him. It was clearly too much for her to take as she began to sob in his arms. Surprise took Pryd as he had caught his sister. He realized his rashness in trying to get an answer from his sister and began to comfort her. "Shhhh, it's all right. Your okay. Let it all out," He said as he began to rub her back. She cried in his arms for awhile. They both sat in the car, Pryd caressing his little sister wrapped in his arms. It wasn't long before she was finally able to control herself. She laid there for awhile, her brother holding her in a small sway. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't have put all that pressure on you. I should've known better... I knew I should have just stopped all of this-" before he could finish her sister had quickly lifted from his hold. "No!" she shouted. Pryd was taken back. He didn't expect his sister to reply to that so, offensively. He began to wipe the tears from her face and smooth her cheek fur that had become scuffled and wet from her tears. He then brought his sister's reply back to mind. "No? You don't want to stop?" he asked. "No... I want to continue. I felt something new and experienced something amazing that day. I don't want to stop there. I want to feel... experience more of what I felt," She said. Pryd could feel happiness swelling within him for his sister's choice. However, he maintained his composure and stared deeply into his sister's eyes. It was her choice, and he was not taking advantage of her; he reassured himself. "So be it," Pryd said. "But before we go back home, is there anything else you want to say. It's best to say it know while we have our privacy," Melissa began to think deeply. The words "while we have our privacy" echoed in her head. She thought deeply for a second. "Well, I am curious about one thing," She said. "What's that?" "Well, when we did it with each other, it was fast and in the moment. I could feel you within me and it felt great, but I'm curious about what, exactly, was in me. I mean, I haven't even seen it yet. I'd like to, well... look at it," she said Pryd's eyebrow rose, "What do you mean by 'it'?" "Oh, you know," she cleared her throat, "your, uh...," "My what?" "Your penis." She whispered. Pryd then understood what she was asking for. "Oh... OH! Uh, well, what do you want to do?" Pryd asked. He felt a little uneasy. It seemed like she was making a move. Melissa's eyes looked down towards her brother's crotch and then back up to his eyes. "Could I, well, look at it?" she asked. Her eyes pleaded with his. Finally, calming himself, he took a deep breath and lay back in his chair. Melissa eyes following him hoping for the answer she wanted. "Sure, do what you want." He said. He pulled the lever to his chair and fell back so he was lying down. Meanwhile, the lioness had reached over and began unbuckling his belt. Before he knew it, she had opened his pants. "Pryd, how do I... handle it?" she asked. "Just pull it out of the slit on the boxers." "Oh," she said following his directions. Pryd could feel his little sister's hands searching for his package. He felt the fingers enter the opening in his shorts and slowly feel up his sheath. He let out a soft moan as her small cool hand slowly grabbed and pulled him out. Melissa continued and brought out his sack as well. She was impressed with the size. "Is this enough Pryd?" she asked. "If you feel it is, but if you want keep going." He hinted. She decided to do so. Her curious hand began to rub up and down the cock. Pryd purred as his little sister caressed him. The head of his shaft began to poke out of the sheath. Noticing the change, Melissa continued to rub. Each movement of her hand along the base of his penis sent a shiver up his back. Melissa also found herself enjoying this. The feel of his soft under skin compelled her hand to keep going. She wanted to see how large it would get. It wasn't long until the rod had finally grown to full size. Melissa awed at the site in disbelief. She wondered how that large organ had fit in her. "Why have you stopped?" Pryd asked. Melissa then noticed she had stopped petting it. "Oh, well, what do I do with it now?" she asked. "Have you heard of a hand job before?" "Yeah, my friend talks about it once or twice. Is that what I'm supposed to do know?" "Yeah. I mean, if you want." He answered. Recalling what she could from the old conversations she had with Crystal about her experiences with other boys, she began to follow what she remembered to be the way Crystal explained it. She wrapped her fingers around the cock like it was a pole and began to move it up and down. Pryd moaned a little louder know. This reassured Melissa she was doing it the right way. She continued for awhile, listening to Pryd moan and purr, and feeling the large shaft pulse in her hands as she caressed it. She herself began to feel her nipples harden and her clit get wet. Pryd felt like he was in heaven. He never knew his sister could give such a good hand job. He felt a sensation of pleasure rush from his loin as his sister pumped him. However, he didn't want to make a mess in his car, so he held himself back. He knew a little pre cum was coming out. Melissa suddenly noticed a strange clear like goo appear from the tip of the cock. She couldn't identify it but a strange thought kept roaming in her head. Almost like her conscious was ordering her to try it. "Taste it, taste it! Put it in your mouth," she heard. Finally compelled to do so, she leaned forward and daringly licked the tip. Pryd immediately moaned. Having Melissa give him the hand job of his life was enough, but that lick almost sent him over the edge. Noticing Pryd's reaction from the lick, Melissa felt more confident in what she wanted to do. She opened her mouth and took the large throbbing schlong into her muzzle. Pryd was struggling to keep from exploding. Melissa, meanwhile, began sucking it. Her head bobbed up and down as she was enjoying herself. She couldn't get enough of it; the texture, the taste, and the response she received every time she moved it in her mouth. Pryd was moaning loudly. The warmth and moistness of Melissa's mouth sucking on his cock was slowly bringing him closer to release. "I should warn her," He thought, "I should let her know to stop before I-" It was suddenly to late. Tilting his head back and bucking his hips, he let loose; feeling his cum shoot into her mouth. Melissa nearly gagged as she took in a lot more cock in than expected with that buck. She could feel and taste loads of sperm shooting into her mouth. However, there was so much spooge coming out at once that she hesitated. Releasing the throbbing member from her muzzle, cum sprayed onto her face as it fell back upon Pryd. "Ah shit! Quickly, there are some napkins in the glove compartment. Get'em," Pryd ordered as left over spooge from his release began leaking onto his abdomen. While going over to the compartment, Melissa tasted the sperm that had been injected into her mouth. She somewhat liked the salty taste of it. What was left of the cum in her mouth after the climax, she began to swallow. As Pryd saw Melissa turn back over with a napkin in hand he saw cum streaks on her face. He took the napkin and began whipping off the extra sperm that had landed on him. Meanwhile, Melissa watched the throbbing penis slowly began to settle down and shrink. Pryd looked up to his sister noticing she was licking her lips. "Tasty eh?" Pryd grinned. Melissa smiled as she nodded back to him. Pryd chuckled. After whipping up the mess that had been made in the car and whipping the sperm of Melissa's face, he opened the door and tossed out the dirty rag. Lifting his chair back up, he zipped and buckled up his pants. Letting out a deep sigh of relief he rested his hands upon the steering wheel and looked over at Melissa. Melissa stared back, still licking the insider of her mouth for any remnant of sperm she might have missed. "Lets get you back home," he said. End Part I
A letter to the reader -Dear Reader, I'd like to apalogize if you have read the prologue. I really must admit, I didn't do so well writing that. It turned out to be a piece of crap, and hopefully, this one makes up for it. While writing the prologue, I was little enthusiastic as I had just found my self a writer here. I've been reading many stories here and have been impressed with many of the works of the other writers. So, in a state of rash excitement i wrote the prologue, wanting to share my writing. Being a fellow writer, I really hope that I do a good job. It's a good feeling knowing that I can wright okay, but it's even greater feeling knowing I can impress someone with it. Writing something good gives me the feeling that I have a speck of worth in this world. Again, sorry about the prologue. I'm really considering redoing it. If you think that's a good idea let me know. - sincerely DarkWinged Angel