Shadows
Warning! If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this. This story contains depictions of homosexual intercourse, that being anal sex, and the loss of one's virginity in a fantasy setting. Any likeness to other stories, characters, and ideas are purely coincidental.
Author's Note: Sorry about the long wait on the story, but... well, I've been lazy. I had a plan for this one, but I'm not sure if I got it right, so just... bear with me.
There was light. I didn't want to get up, everything had been so weird lately, but the sun was shining through the window. I want to wake up in my bed at home, turn over, and go back to sleep, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. That's not where I was anymore.
I opened my eyes and looked around. It was the same room that they left me in yesterday, white padding all over the wall, the floor also padded, like an Astro-jump, except not bouncy. The bed was very basic, yet it had no frame, just a mattress. I guess that's so people can't kill themselves with it. Death seemed like something nice, a luxury, to escape this hell, anyway.
There was a click at the door. I turned my head quickly and traced a shadow, moving off to the side. I backed up to the wall, feeling that it'd be safer than having my back open to attack if it decided to attack. Finally, the door opened, though, and the threat was gone. In walked in the shrink that was supposed to examine me, to tell me these things I see aren't real, and tell me that they can make it better.
"Hello Jared, I'm Dr. Thompson. You already know why you're here, so we'll like to get started now. I want you to tell me what you claim you saw." That's what he told me. I could only sit there in a straight jacket and tell him what I saw, so I figured it I told him, he'd leave me alone, go get the medication I needed, and give it to me as soon as possible.
I took a deep breath and said, "I know you won't believe me, but this is what happened, doc. I had been walking home from school a few weeks ago, and things were a bit fuzzy. I always squinted to see things on the board way in the back. I think I need glasses, really. But this is when it all started.
"There were these little dark things in the corner of my eye, and it was normal. Everyone saw them, I realized this. I would look over every so often when I first saw them, but they were gone. I told my friends, and they all shrugged at me and told me that it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, so that's what I believed. I read up on it, and plenty of people have seen these things, so it's not like I was the only one, right?
"I'll get to the point. I was walking home that day, and I saw those little shadow things in the corner of my eye. I just pushed it off, thinking it was my eyes playing tricks on me, since we all see those things, right? I thought so, too, until that day. I was turning the corner, and felt something brush up against me, so I turned to look at what it was, fists ready in case it was some pervert, but there was nothing there. Only thing I saw was in my peripherals, a shadow to the left.
"I looked over to see what the shadow belonged to, but it was gone. By then, as you can imagine, I was pretty freaked out, so I started walking home a bit more quickly. I was constantly looking around to see if anyone was following me, but I heard nothing, but I had this feeling, you know? It felt like someone was there, and I know this may sound like I'm paranoid, but I could bet my life that someone was following me, even though I didn't see anyone. Hell, maybe that even makes me a bit crazy.
"When I turned the corner, I felt pretty shaken. I thought it was over, you know? Turn the corner, escape danger, all that stuff. I remember sighing, but when I took a step forward, something... dark kind of dashed in front of me. I didn't know what it was, and I still don't know, but I do know that I saw it. I turned around and ran as fast as I could, but I could see the shadow off in the corner of my eye still. I turned the corner once again and ran into something.
"When I got myself off the ground, the shadow was very clear in the corner of my eye. Something was there, I knew it, and it grew larger, bumped into me, and left. I ran home and uh... hid in my bed. I mean, that's what we do when we're kids, right? It seemed like the best thing to do at that time. My sister found me there, told mom and dad, and we went to therapy. Took us a couple weeks for the guy to figure out that there was nothing wrong with me, and yet I kept seeing these things and I just wouldn't let off of it.
"That's why I'm here, really. They don't know what's wrong, I don't know what's wrong, and we're hoping you might know. So, doc, do you know what' wrong with me?" I stared down the man in the white shirt, who just looked back at me with a smile, sort of smug look, so I thought. It made me frown, and for a moment, I saw a dark figure behind him. A sort of fear I had been familiar with for the past few weeks stirred in me and I started to back up a bit, but the shadow was gone.
The doctor looked at me, then behind him. He returned his gaze toward me and smiled. "Don't worry about it," he said. "We'll find out what it is, if it's anything at all, though I'm going to suspect a slight case of schizophrenia. We'll run a few tests when you're asleep, see how your brain is doing, see if everything is alright... you won't even know we did it. You should know by tomorrow morning. Until then, try to get some rest." He then left me alone, closed the door, and then locked it.
I looked at the light that came into the room. It was bright and cast away all the shadows, and I sat in the middle of it. I felt safer there than anywhere else for some reason, even though I did want to return to the corner. I guessed it was somewhere past two, so I figured I wouldn't be able to get to sleep even if I wanted to. After seeing the shadows again, I hadn't felt quite as tired as I did earlier. I had lost much rest in the past few weeks. Bags had begun to appear under my eyes when I looked in a mirror, but I also haven't done that much, either. I would occasionally see a shadow move behind me, and when I turned, it was gone.
If it was really my eyes that were playing tricks on me, I didn't want them anymore. If it was my mind, I wanted to be a vegetable. I looked for a spot where there would constantly be light, but it was difficult to tell in this time of day when the sun was here. The light bulb was off over me, so I couldn't figure it out that way, but I figured the middle of the room was best. I bounced a bit on the padding covering the floor and sides to distract myself, but every so often I would see a shadow move around outside of the door through a slit.
I closed my eyes and began to feel safe in the light. The weeks of lost sleep caught up with me, and slowly I drifted off. I couldn't open my eyes back up, they just felt so heavy and I was so tired all of a sudden. In a blink, I could only figure I had slept. I still felt tired.
I woke up in that blink. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see. Panic filled me and I looked around for any source of light, but couldn't find any. I moved my way around the sides, feeling the padding until I came to a door and began to bang on it as loudly as I could. The slit opened up and light came in. I shouted, "Turn the lights on! Open the door! I don't care, just keep the shadows away!"
The lights flickered on. In the corner of my eye, I saw a figure move away and disappear. Fear flooded my mind, but it went away after a moment when I realized that I was safe now that the lights were on. I felt a sigh escape my mouth and I backed into the door, slid down, and sat, breathing heavily, a cold sweat slowly fading. A drop went down my face and I wiped it away. Everything seemed still for the moment.
The door was opened behind me and I fell over. I stared up at the doctor from earlier, who looked back down at me with a concerned look. I forced a smile and waved at him, and it seemed he forced one right back. He told me that any sort of episodes I have are reported and that this episode seemed fairly alarming since I was new to the place, but not entirely uncommon. He also told me he began to detect a bit of nyctophobia.
I shook my head and got upset. I yelled, shouted, and beat on the door, urging them to listen, because I couldn't believe the crap that they were feeding me. Fear? Of course I was scared! But of nothing, that's not true. I knew it was there, I knew it was real, but they didn't believe me, and I had no idea how I could show them. They would never believe me if they didn't experience it themselves, so what was the use in coming here? All they are going to do is give me a false label, tell me I'll be fine and to get on with life, while they just sit there in their happy seats up at the top, looking down on those in here....
I wanted out, but I wasn't considered a legal adult yet, not for another year. I had to get a hold of my parents or at least my sister so she can tell them, but I needed to get out right now. I was, in all honesty, sick of this crap. If they turned the lights off again, the things... whatever they were in the shadows were most likely going to get closer and closer. Best thing I could think of doing was not bother to sleep, shout out every time someone tried to turn off the light, and that'd put me through the night at least.
So there I sat for hours at a time, dozing off every so often, but I managed to stay awake. Every so often a shadow would appear in the corner where the light was most dim and it would... shiver? Its movements were sporadic to say the least. It was so quick that it seemed to vibrate against the wall, but it made no noise and when I looked at it, it wasn't there. I began to question my eyes again. I rubbed them, and they did sting a little, but other than that, they seemed normal.
Every now and then, I want to say every couple hours, though I had no clock so there was no way to know for sure, they would turn off the lights, and I would immediately cry out at them. The lights came back on instantly, but sometimes it wasn't fast enough, it seemed. There was always something that seemed like a hand right next to my leg, but it retracted so quickly, I could never be sure. I always panicked, but it was so sudden, I tried to move it out of my mind.
The night dragged on sluggishly, hour after hour, minute by minute, time seemed like honey dripping out of a jar. Eventually, they just left the light on for me. I sat there, watching the walls, slowly tracing the clouds drifting past behind the window, purple in the sky, the sun somewhere distant. Light slowly began to peek over the horizon and I felt the warmth of the rays wash over me along with relief that I had made it through another night.
The sun cast shadows into the room, the bars that were in the window were silhouetted on the wall. They moved and danced around in a slow waltz of sorts, leaves falling in every so often. I watched the shadows move around and it gave me chills.
It was only a few minutes that a tray was brought in. I looked at the portions in the tray and shrugged. I didn't actually eat all that much, so the tiny amounts that they gave me were fine. I ate what I had in front of me so they didn't figure I was anorexic or something.
A doctor walked in after I was done. I stared at him and recognized him as the one that had been here yesterday. I watched his movements as he took a seat next to me, asked someone to take my tray, and the pull out a bottle full of pills. He explained, "We believe you're suffering from schizophrenia, so we're going to give you some Clozapine. It's an antipsychotic."
I coughed. "Shouldn't you be talking to my parents about that first?"
The doctor just looked at me. "Oh I did. They're outside. You're going to go home today."
I shrugged. I figured if I went home then I could at least keep my light on while I slept. And hell, maybe the pills might work, I didn't really know for sure, but I doubted they would. I looked out of the door and indeed, my family was standing outside, signing some papers. My sister glanced over at me and waved. I rolled my eyes.
After all the papers were signed and checks written, I was... escorted out, as if I'd go psycho or something. Well, whatever worked for them, I supposed. As long as I could finally sleep in my bed with the light on, didn't have to worry about a thing.
It was funny, though; my family was silent when they saw me, silent when they brought me home, and silent when they let me go into my room. No one wanted to say anything for some reason, like it'd be harmful in some way, send me over the edge. It didn't really matter much to me anyway.
So I sat there on my bed, making sure the lights were on, the bulbs working, the blinds opened. Everything was bright, not to the point where I'd be blind, but enough that I couldn't see the shadows moving around anymore.
The feel of the bed was nice compared to the... cell I had. It felt comfortable, and for a while, I grew tired. I didn't even want to move, which was pretty bad of me, since I always was moving around. The light was soothing, in a way, it was my sanctuary. It felt like a holy presence warding away the demons that plagued me.
There I was, on my bed, my eyelids slowly starting to droop down. I looked at the bottle that they got me, some antipsychotic.... I opened it up and took a pill and waited for the things that didn't exist to go away, even if they weren't there at the moment.
A couple minutes later and I didn't feel any different. If anything, I was a bit more tired and my eyes began to burn a little, but that was about it. I closed them and drifted off, sinking into a peaceful sleep in the comfort of my own room. I think I smiled, too, but I couldn't tell, I was too tired.
I woke up only an hour later, or at least I figured it was an hour later when I looked at the clock. One of the lights flickered overhead, putting a sense of uneasiness in me. I stared at the clock and it read that it was fourteen minutes past one. There was a small amount of light coming through the window since it was still day.
I guessed it was just a side-effect of the pills. I turned toward my digital clock and stared at it for a few minutes. Eventually, it read twenty-three minutes past one, and I began to get sleepy again. My vision became blurry very slowly. Slowly, the numbers began to fade away in front of me into obscure blobs.
For a moment, I noticed one of the numbers had disappeared. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock again and panicked. Where the three had been was covered in black as if someone had spray-painted right in front of me. The dark spot began to move to the left, covering the two, then covering the colon. I backed away from it quickly, knocking the pills away.
I was against the wall, the shadow moving slowly toward me. I couldn't figure out where it came from, rather it just seemed like it started to exist. I looked at the pills on the ground and immediately decided they weren't working, that or they were giving me some odd side-effect. Whatever it was, it was the same thing I had been seeing... and it was getting closer.
At a point, it seemed to... turn, if that was possible. It stopped moving, like it was hesitating or thinking, in a way. I looked around, trying to find a way to get away from whatever it was. I figured the best thing I could do was to either jump out the window or head for the door. Since I didn't want glass all over me, I moved toward the door, but my leg couldn't move.
I tripped and looked over at my leg. Part of it was covered in black that seemed to wrap around it, holding me there. The end of it looked like a claw or hand, I couldn't figure out which. I broke out into a cold sweat, my breathing came out quickly, my blood rushed around my system so rapidly I began to feel a bit dizzy.
The shadow moved up and grew into a blob that enveloped the bottom half of my body. A coldness started to creep up my back, zigzagging around until finally I felt it on my cheek. Darkness overcame me and I screamed, but no sounds came out.
I couldn't see a thing, only darkness, as if I had lost my sight. I couldn't make any sounds as if I had gone mute, but I could hear slight whispers around. I looked around, looking for any sort of light, but I couldn't find any. Instead, I began to get very tired and dizzy. I felt my eyes close, and for a moment, I shivered in the cold. However, a sudden warmth surrounded me, and I passed out, unable to maintain consciousness anymore.
I don't exactly know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up, I was outside. I was laying on the grass in a park near my house. Leaves fell down on me and the sun shone overhead. It was a bit bright because my eyes hadn't adjusted yet, so I covered my eyes with my hand.
Something felt odd, though. I moved my hand down to touch my lips, but I only felt my nose for what felt like a bit longer than what it should have been. A bit freaked out, I stood up and looked down. My clothes were still the same, but I had an excess of hair... everywhere. My hands and feet looked warped, and oddly, I felt very warm.
I heard someone walking on the grass, getting louder with each footstep. I turned my head quickly and backed up, my eyes opening in horror as I saw what I figured was a cross between a human and a fox. I turned around and tried to run away, but I tripped on myself and tasted a mouthful of dirt.
The fox human thing spoke up in a language I understood, and I turned around out of pure confusion. It said, "Hey, you must be new here, judging by your reaction...."
All I could do was shrug. I looked around, breathing heavily, but it was the part I knew from me walking next to it all the time. "What're you talking about? I've always been here, but... not like this, and I've never seen anything like you before."
The fox laughed. It sounded like a regular person, almost like someone I knew, but then again, it wasn't a very uncommon sort of voice. He said, "No, I mean... here. This whole place. In the shadows, some people would call it. That's how you got here, isn't it?"
I recalled the dark blobs that had always been around, the ones that finally got me. I nodded. He shook his head and held out his... paw? "Here, come with me. I'll explain everything when you're a bit calmer."
I shook my head, hesitated, and all I could was stutter out a "Wh-why should I-I go with you?" He laughed, which made me a little upset inside, so I quickly added, "You're just a freak! Hell, you could bring me back to the rest of the freaks and just kill me, sacrifice me, hell if I know."
He smirked at me, of all things. I thought he'd get mad and leap at me, but he said, "You really should take a look in the mirror, kid."
I gritted my teeth and stood up. I figured I might as well see what he has to say, and if he did have an explanation, I wanted to hear it. I walked at least ten feet behind him because I figured it he rushed at me, I'd at least have a little distance to get a reaction in.
We didn't actually walk too far. I stepped in his house, which looked surprisingly similar to a neighbor's that I had been in long ago before they moved. I looked inside and everything seemed the way it used to, which was a bit shocking at first. I followed him over to the dining area, which, for some reason, also looked the same as I remembered it a few years back.
So I sat on the chair next to the big, fluffy sofa. The fox thing sat in the sofa and sort of sank in, which, I'll admit, was a bit amusing to watch. I took a deep breath, sighed, and sat there, glancing over at him, keeping a close eye on what could have been potentially harmful.
After a moment, he started to speak. "I can tell you're new here because... well, that's how all the new ones act when they first get here. Scared, confused, a bit anxious, hell, some of us are excited. That's just what happens when we're somewhere new, when we experience something new. What matters is you're here, though."
I shook my head and stared at the... paws in my lap. I poked around at them, and they looked so different, but they felt the same as always. "So why me? Why am I here, and where, exactly, is here, anyway?"
The fox laughed again. "I'll be honest, I don't think anyone knows where we truly are, but some... people like to believe that we're in a parallel universe. Some like to call it the shadow world, because basically, that's how we got here. This is the world we see every day, in the corner of our eyes, just outside of our grasp. We see them all the time and don't pay any attention to them, which is a shame, to be honest.
"Some think this has always been here, so close to our other world, the one we came from. They say it's just close enough that we can pass between them almost at will, which we think was linked back to the old stories we used to have of werewolves and other... morphs like us. We think ideas spread around when we change back and begin to distort what really happened by word of mouth. I'm sure you've heard of furries?" I nodded at that.
"Well, yeah, them. To them, they probably are us originally, but were transferred back to that place. They became human again, and for some of them, it just feels like an old memory because they took a look at what they like to think is reality and accepted it, but never really did. And then again, maybe they just belong here, but never did have the chance." He sighed and shook his head, stared at the ground, and then looked at me.
"As to why you... that's simple. You saw the truth, like we did. You saw the world we live in, and while you have been trying to escape it, once you see the truth, you can't put it out of your mind. It'll always be with you, and of course... we all make the mistake in thinking the light will keep the darkness away. The truth is, the more you sit in the light, the more shadows there are. The shadows of this world are the other world, in a way. The ones we see when we don't look, the ones that move in places where we can't trace. But it's a one way sort of road now. The supposed parallel universe has shifted."
I moved my... paw over to my face and felt my nose, or what I thought was a nose. Now that I felt it, it felt like a dog's muzzle, but a bit bigger. "Is this what you believe?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "I don't know for sure. I don't think anyone can tell you what's true or not, we can only believe what makes the most sense to us. Some of the others think this place is hell, some think it's heaven. All I know is ever since I came here, I was happy. I knew I was meant to be here. That's my reality of the situation."
In a way, it made sense to me, as well. After all, I always did want something different in life, and well... this was pretty different. I excused myself for a little and headed to the bathroom, surprised that I could still find it, and peered into a mirror. What I saw was... a little disorienting, I won't lie.
I was a fox, too, apparently. It sort of made me laugh. I never had a problem with the animals, really, but I never thought I'd be part one. I figured I'd be something like a hamster or something even if it were possible, since I always sit around in my room and then go run around in something like a wheel, or jog, eat my weight in food... just hamster stuff. That and tear shit apart.
I poked at my face and it felt real, so I had to believe what I was feeling. I got... a bit curious and took of my shirt, and it was sort of a new thing to see myself look like I didn't need a shirt, in a way. I rubbed my own chest and it felt like I was petting a dog, same went with my stomach. A little sickening at first, I'll admit, but I got used to it pretty quickly because I could feel it. I just had to put the thought in my mind that... I just became really hairy.
A voice came up from behind me, and after the immediate thought, I comprehended the words. "It's a little weird, isn't it? At first. But you know, you'll get used to it. Most of us do."
I felt something on my shoulders and sighed. Whatever it was, it felt nice since it was giving me a massage. I stood there, held my head down, and just let him do what he wanted. It wasn't as if I were freaked out or scared, it just felt nice to have a massage every once in a while, you know? I mean, hell... I didn't have to pay for it or anything.
I felt his hands move down a bit to my back and rubbed it, which felt... pretty awesome. I looked in the mirror and he had his eyes half closed, his tail was moving around, and as I noticed so was mine. I felt myself blush, but I couldn't see it under the fur. I watched as he put his head on my shoulder and rested it there, and all of a sudden I felt my position had become very awkward.
He moved his hands over to my side and I placed my hands over them, blushing lightly. I said in a low voice, unable to speak up, "I've never... really done... this sort of thing...."
"What sort of thing, hm?" His answer made me blush a bit more and quickly I regretted saying it, but I figured I had to cover for myself.
"Just... being close to a guy, you know? It's kind of weird... I mean, getting a massage and all." I hope he'd just focus on that.
"What, are you straight? Does being close to a guy... make you uncomfortable?" I gulped audibly.
"N-no," was what I stuttered out. "I just.... Hey, you know what, I don't even know who you are."
I saw him smile in the mirror. I felt his tongue on my cheek fur and I blushed furiously. He whispered in my ear, "I'm Alex, here anyway. We decide who we are when we finally see who we are. This is what I am, and this is what you are."
I turned around and looked at him, our noses close enough to be touching. He stared at me in the eyes and wrapped his arms around me, and to try not to be awkward, I did the same with him. It oddly felt very soothing, though I did jump a bit when I felt his tongue against my lips.
He moved back a bit, removed his shirt slowly, which gave me full view of his torso. I had never figured I'd be interested in anything like this, but now that I was staring at it in front of me, I noticed that it was very pleasing to the eyes. I figured I would've taken my shirt off as well if it weren't already off.
He undid his belt, dropped his pants slowly, and stood there in front of me, naked. My eyes fell upon this concentration of white fur on... whatever it was. He spoke up which caused me to look away quickly. "It's called a sheath. You've got one too, you know."
I bit my lip and looked at him shyly. I couldn't actually believe what was happening, but whatever I wanted to believe, this was happening. He undid my belt, the button on my pants, my zipper, and in one swift motion, he removed my pants and my boxers. I moved my hands down to hide whatever it was I was supposed to hide, and it was at that moment that I saw a flash of red poking out of my crotch, just saying hello to the world.
He smirked at me, which gave me a twinge of anger, but I swallowed it down. My eyes went back over to his... sheath and noticed something red starting to grow out of it. I watched as his... paws moved down and pulled the sheath down and out was what I guessed was his cock. It confused me a bit since I'd only ever seen, you know, human ones in porn and stuff, but this... this was definitely different.
I tried to mimic him and pulled mine down, accidentally letting out a soft moan since it felt... great. I heard him laugh and I tried to turn away, but he held me there closely, kissed me on the lips, and moved his paw down to my cock, stroking it slowly. I gave out a moan, hardly even noticing it, though.
He kneeled down and licked my stomach along the way. His tongue soon reached my cock, and while it was a bit rough, it felt so good.... After only a couple licks I was dripping something from the tip of it, which he licked up. In a way, I kind of wanted to know how it tasted, but....
He took m cock into his mouth and the warmth immediately engulfed it. I gasped and moaned, loving every second that his tongue played with my cock in his mouth, the warm and wet sensations that I felt, the gentle sucking he did... until he moved his head back and smiled at me.
I smiled back meekly and took a glance down when he stood up. His cock was out of the sheath, throbbing, a clear string running down the length. He whispered softly, "You like that? Well... turn around, we're going to have a little fun."
I gulped and complied. "Just be careful... I've... you know, never done this before." He pushed his paw against my back, causing me to bend over a bit while he moved my tail off to the side. I felt something push up against my hole and it took me a little while to figure that it was his finger. I was scared that it'd hurt so I was tense... and tight I figured.
"Just relax, this won't hurt, I'll take this slow. You'll like it, trust me." I nodded and tried to relax, but it was a bit difficult to. I felt his finger move a little inside me, slowly deeper and deeper, and he was right; it didn't hurt. He moved it in and out and I could only think about how great it felt.
Then, he put another finger in, which made it feel a little painful at first, but it faded away quickly, replaced by feelings of pleasure moreover. He did this for what felt like a second, but was probably a minute. I didn't want it to stop, and I gulped to think of what was next. I felt his paws rest against my hips and something else poked against my hole, of which I could immediately identify.
It moved in slowly, a little at first, but it seemed relentless. I tried to relax as much as I could, and I realized I was panting like a dog. The further in it moved, the better it felt, so I moaned loudly, and in a few moments, he was completely inside me. He whispered in my ear, "There, you see? It's not so bad."
I nodded, and he began to pull out slowly. I felt a deep rumble in my chest as he did so, and when I thought he'd pull completely out, he started to push back in. The things I was feeling... I never believed it would be like this. Whatever he was doing, I wanted more of it.
He then spoke up a little and asked me, "I'm going to yiff you now... okay? Well, yiff is the word furries used, so I figured it'd be fitting for this... situation ." I nodded and wondered what he meant, but I felt prepared for it.
He paused for a few seconds. He then moved in and out at a slow but steady pace, slowly quickening until he was hammering me, his cock coming out and sinking into my hole quickly. I was moaning the whole time, hung my head, and glanced at the floor, noticing a tiny puddle that had formed from the clear fluid that had been leaking from my cock the whole time.
He became faster and faster, and eventually I felt something start to hit up against my hole, popping in and out of it. I wondered what it was, but whatever it was, it was getting bigger. My heart was pounding so hard, I was breathing so fast and I was in such a state of ecstasy, I couldn't focus much on it. It was until he started speaking again in between heavy breathing that I began to comprehend the situation.
"I'm going to cum really soon... and I'm going to tie with you, okay?" I nodded and gulped. The thought of him cumming inside of me was pushing me to my limits, but with a few thrusts, I figured my limits no longer mattered. Whatever the thing was, it had gotten pretty big and now was inside of me, unable to get out. He was humping through his orgasm, of which he had started cumming inside of me, and I felt each pulse, shooting his seed, filling me up.
I wanted it to last as long as it possibly could, but he only lasted a few seconds more. So there I stood, panting, my mind overwhelmed with the feelings of pleasure that I had experienced and my hole full of his seed and cock. He kept it in me, but due to the big thing, I figured he wouldn't be able to pull it out without hurting me.
I felt his hand grope my cock, which was covered in the slimy, clear liquid. He began to stroke my cock with a chuckle. "You leaked a lot of pre.... Guess you really did enjoy this."
I didn't really know what he meant, but I kept nodding, moaning loudly as he moved his paw across my length. I had already been really close, and in only a few seconds....
"I'm going to cum," I said. He took this as a sign and pulled me closer, his cock sinking deeper into me as he stroked my cock. In a second I was shooting seed onto my stomach, moaning loud enough to fill the house and echo in the bathroom. Each pulse sent me feelings of bliss as I coated my stomach fur with the white fluid, all the while he kept stroking me, holding me closely....
And as quickly as it happened, it was over. We stood there in the bathroom, the lights were off, and in the mirror I saw him smiling. I laughed and said, "Well, I guess I could get used to this, you know...."
He wrapped his arms around me, held me in them, and I closed my eyes. He kissed me on the neck and I let loose a sigh. I figured if this was truth, I was glad I was able to escape the lies. I figured that if this was what I had been scared of... I really should've just taken the dive. I was glad. I grabbed his arms softly, holding them close to myself.
And it was weird, you know? For so long I had been trying to escape it, but in all my life... I had never felt so comfortable in the dark.