Remembering the Past
OK people you know the drill, this story has content that is not suitable for children so if your underage don't read it. I will not be held responsible for anyone that ignores this warning. This story has sexual interaction with the same gender, this story is fantasy well as far as I know anyway. And this is copyrighted meaning don't used it without permission and don't take it as your own. Well I hope you enjoy the story.
Remembering the Past
I woke up into a sitting position, for some reason I woke up fairly easily, I got out of bed tossing the sheets and blanket off of me and stood up. I walked over to the small antique chester drawers and opened the top left drawer to get my socks out. Tossing the socks onto the bed, I went to the closet and slide the door to the side to get a black shirt with a werewolf on the front, and a pair of black pants. I walked over to the bed and sat down to get dressed, I combed my blonde hair, it was always a mess in the morning. I also needed more sun as I was white as a ghost. I could hear someone moving around in the kitchen, so I got up and walked out of my room. I noticed that the second bedroom was opened, the bed was a mess of course I never made mine up either, there were a few clothes laying about the floor. I shook my head and opened the computer room right in front of the second bedroom, just to let it reach the same temperature as the rest of the house and walked down the short hall past the bathroom. When I reached the kitchen\living room since they were connected, I saw a humanoid white tiger in a pair of blue jeans washing some dishes. Normally this would startle most people but Simon and I have been living with each other for about three months so I was used to it. Simon looked up from the dishes, his arms halfway in the soapy water.
"Good morning Steve, you sleep well?"
I nodded and opened the cabinet to get a bowl, grabbing a spoon from the drawer and put them on the table while I reached for the cereal on top of the fridge. I poured my cereal and opened the fridge for the milk pouring it on the cereal and then put it back, sat down and started eating.
"Well that's a great way to start the day. You walk in nod and pass through like you half dead."
Simon stated
"you wake up easily enough why don't you try being cheerful as well?" I paused in my eating.
"Sorry I guess I just want to eat better and so it's about the only thing on my mind, you know I am under weight"
"Yeah I know but still you can eat well and still be cheerful or do you want me to start fixing your breakfast from now on?"
I shook my head with more energy then I had previously shown this morning.
"No way, every time you try and cook something it ends up raw, that may be fine for you but not me."
Simon chuckled "You humans don't know what your missing I mean the taste of raw meat and the feeling of bl."
"HEY! , I am eating here, you keep it up and I'll never gain weight."
I never liked it when Simon started describing his food mostly because it made me sick to my stomach, which he finds to be humorous. I finished eating and put the bowl and spoon on the counter to be washed. I walked to the door and unlocked it, not that I would need to worry about people breaking in or anything with Simon around, but it made me feel better anyway. I opened the door to see the tall wooden fence around the right and front side of the door and porch, I walked to the left and out to the front yard to pick up the usual trash, mainly papers and sometimes hate signs that were scattered about, as well as our house being rolled with toilet paper. Simon offered to give the people a scare to get them to leave us alone but I told him it's better if he didn't, I figured if he did it would give the people the excuses to shoot him because the freak as they called him had gone berserk. It took me about three or four hours to get the yard cleaned up. Afterwards I when back inside. This was how we normally spent every day, except for when I when to work at about two o'clock until eight or so.
Simon just stayed inside all day, except when the neighbors were sleep, he didn't like being cooped up in the house, and I couldn't blame him but until the people got used to him this was how it was. Simon had gone outside a few days earlier, he was feeling more depressed each time he came back. One night I was asleep and I felt someone moving onto my bed and I saw Simon crawling to me. I sat up about to say something but as soon as I opened my mouth he kissed me. I was shocked at first I knew Simon liked me he showed small signs of affection all the time. I tolerated this because I knew that's what he was used to doing, but we were just friends, I made it very clear to him that I was not interested in him in any other way except
as a friend. So I put my hands on his chest to break the kiss and pulled back. I started to say something again but he stopped me.
"Steve please, I know how you feel but please don't push me away"
He said softly, his eyes were sad in fact I could see where he had been crying abit, I looked at him for a while, I don't know what happened tonight but something bad must have happened and I didn't want to hurt him. So I let my hands drop to the bed. He leaned forward and kissed me again, I didn't pull away but I didn't kiss back, he knew how I felt but he needed something to take his mind off of well whatever it was. Simon pulled the sheets off of me, leaning me back down onto the bed, he followed laying on top of my chest. I felt his fur all along my legs up to my stomach, I could tell without looking that he was not wearing anything, because I felt his fur along the edge of my underwear. Simon nuzzled my neck, licking my face gently as his paws stroked my arms slowly. I just laid there like an unfeeling jerk, and well I was starting to feel like one too. Simon needed someone to be with him now and I was all he had. While I know I don't like this I should at least help comfort him, he was my friend that was the least I could do. I moved my hands up and around his torso, rubbing his back gently not sensually but gently. I did this for a few moments while he nuzzled and licked my face and neck, until he sat up in which I let go of him, and he straddled my stomach. I looked curious at him, I could see that he was feeling better, a little too much better. His tail had started moving quickly, and I saw abit of his tongue sticking out of his mouth.
"Hold it Simon, this is go . . . "
I started to say as I went to sit up in protest when I felt his paws pulling my underwear off but he pushed me down with one paw and leaned down taking my throat into his mouth. I settled down quickly, I could feel his tongue laying against my neck, and the saliva that started dripping down, but I was more concerned about those sharp teeth that were pressing into the soft flesh of my neck, I knew he was only gripping my neck but if I make a wrong move his teeth might dig into my neck and into my veins which I didn't want. He used his feet to finish pushing my underwear down to my ankles, and then let his entire body just lay there on my own body. I felt something wet move across my skin hardening and swelling as it grew larger. It doesn't take a genius to know what it was, but I was not in a position to protest. He moved his hips back a bit until
the tip of his shaft was nudging my anus. I closed my eyes then and gritted my teeth I knew this was about to hurt. Despite bracing myself for what happened next, I let out a yelp of pain and shock as he thrust his shaft into my body, my eyes teared from the pain. Simon had paused for a moment letting my body get used to this intrusion, then he began to slowly thrust his hips against my body, his fur was rubbing against my cock making it painfully erect. I closed my eyes tighter, his tail was weaving from side to side quickly, as his thrusting increased in speed, I tried to relax but under these circumstances I think relaxing would have been quite difficult, I
was breathing fast and my heart was racing part from fear and worry, the other part was because my cock was being stimulated by the soft fur and the heated flesh rubbing against it, my arms were being held by Simon's paws, but my hands were clenched tightly, my nails which were a bit long for a guy were digging into my palms, my mind had gone numb I couldn't even feel Simon's shaft thrusting within my body but I knew he was still doing so, I made a slight sound as I climaxed onto Simon's and my own body, After that I went limp and slowly lost consciousness.
I woke up the next morning with a start thinking I was just dreaming, until the feeling of something large, heavy and furry was laying on me. I sighed and kept still, as I was sore and I could still feel his shaft in my body. I didn't know what to think I was not mad at him but I didn't like what he had done last night. After a few minutes' Simon woke up and looked at me, startled at first as if he didn't expect me to be there, he sat up and groaned as the realization moved over him.
"Steve I - I'm sorry I didn't realize I mean I didn't think I had."
Breaking off, not happy at all. I sat up using my arms and elbows to prop my body up.
"Its alright Simon" I sighed " its ok, you needed someone to be with you last night. It's alright.I am not mad."
"But I - I" His head dropped.
"Its alright Simon, its ok "
I lifted his head up I couldn't smile so I nodded. He looked at me for a moment seeming to understand then looked down at the rest of me and quickly rolled off landing on the floor since my bed was not that big.
"I am going to get a shower Simon, don't worry, it's alright." I felt like a heel, I don't know why but I felt like one. I got into the shower and washed myself off. After I had dried myself off, I went to my bedroom and got dressed. We didn't say much for the rest of the day and I didn't even see Simon because he locked himself in his room muttering something about how stupid he was and why I was not mad at him. I sighed and shook my head.
A few days later we were almost back to our normal routine, we didn't talk about what had happened but at least we were both feeling better. Simon looked and me
"I need to borrow the car for a few days Steve."
I looked up. "What for?"
"Well I need to go somewhere anywhere actually just so I can spend a few days outside, I need some time to think."
"Sure I'll be fine works not that far and I could use the exercise anyway."
I said. We waited until dark for him to leave to avoid any unnecessary violence that comes during the day. I watched him drive off and went back inside. I went to work and did my chores as well as think about how our mating affected our relationship. I decided that no matter what happened Simon was still my friend and I would not hold anything against him. Two nights later I walked back home from work, I headed to the door when something hard hit me in the back, and I was slammed into the wooden fence. I was turned around roughly and saw four or five people dressed in loose black clothes they had their faces covered so I couldn't tell who they were. I fought back, futile, I know but I don't like being threatened. Fists rained down on me from all directions as they pummeled my body, I tried to block some of the blows but there were too many, one of them had a knife which he then slashed my chest and face a few times. I was hurting badly I could feel my own blood seeping from my wounds. They then threw me to the ground outside of the small fenced in door,in which I tried to get away, but one of them tried to stop me but I backhanded him across the face, he held his hands over his covered face I guessed I had broke his nose, but when I tried to run again I heard a shot and I stopped I knew it was me that they shot, my body collapsed onto the ground and I was left there. I heard a few laughs as well as feet running off then nothing.
Simon looked around the woods where he had been staying at for the past few days thinking about their relationship. He sat down on the ground letting a finger draw in the dirt.
"I don't know what to think, I mean I guess I love him but why did I . . . why did I do that to him. I know he didn't want to and I still did it. He should hate me but he doesn't, I don't understand if that were me in his place I would have taken the guy apart . . .
" he paused in his words"
but I guess that is it, even after I forced myself on him, he didn't hate me he wasn't mad. I could tell he was not too happy about it, but he didn't get mad, he didn't throw me out. I guess that's why I love him so much. Steve has a big heart, never said anything bad about anyone. I'll go back and see what he says, and whatever it is good or bad I'll accept it"
He walked though the woods and waited at the edge until it was dark. Then he walked to the car and got inside and drove home. As he pulled into the drive way, he looked at the house for a moment. Sighing he walked to the door and braced himself as he unlocked the door and walked inside.
"Steve? You here?"
Walking around a bit, he froze as he saw something dark on the floor and smelled the scent of blood in the house, the blood seemed to trail around the house. Frantic he started rushing
to Steve's room
"Steve! Steve! You ok? Please answer me!"
Breaking the door handle as he dashed into the room, he saw Steve on the floor, blood on his clothes, with several bandages.
"Steve! What happened!?"
I knelt down to him placing a hand on his shoulder, I noticed there were boxes and suitcases opened and filled with stuff. Steve looked at me over his shoulder.
"Simon I'm alright, don't worry, its not as bad as it looks I was already treated by the doctors"
I stopped shocked that he was taking this so lightly.
"They did this to you didn't they. When I left they jumped you didn't they"
Growling I was mad and getting angrier. Steve noticed this and put his hands on my shoulders when I started to rise off the floor.
"Simon, wait, don't it's alright, I'm alright, don't do anything."
"But Steve look at you it looks like they almost killed you, aren't you mad? I can teach them a lesson, see how well they act when I get my claws and teeth into their f*cking faces."
I wanted to kill them for what then did and I tried to get up again but Steve held onto me and I settled back down to the floor. I didn't want him to get hurt worse and I knew he was going to try and keep me from killing the bastards that did this to him.
"Why Steve why won't you let me teach them a lesson?"
Steve shook his head
"because it would not solve anything, I know what they did but I don't want you to hurt them, people are like that they were afraid of you, and they hated me for living with you, please don't do anything, don't be like them."
I sighed, I was still mad but if Steve didn't want me to do anything then I wouldn't. I hated this but I knew that it was better Steve would have tried to stop me if I continued and I knew with the smell of his blood and my own rage I would not have been in control of myself and I might hurt
Steve as well. I sat there uncertain what to do until Steve spoke up.
"I am going to be moving, I already have a place for us to stay, my parents left me their house, and I have been putting money away in the bank so we won't have to worry about working too much. But I want you to stay with me."
I looked at him not believing all this.
"You want me to stay even after this? You got hurt because of me. I don't want you to get hurt again."
"Its alright Simon I won't be don't worry ok." I nodded and helped him with the rest of the packing.
We spent four days moving out of our old house, I couldn't help from growling every time I saw the people around the neighbor hood, but I kept my distance. The next day we got in the car leaving our house, the neighborhood and the people. Good riddance I say. We drove for hours, I watched the towns, cars, and scenery as we drove past them. I wondered where we were going. When it got dark I went to sleep wondering where this path will take us.
I looked at Simon sleeping there, I smiled a bit as I drove on, I took a few rest breaks so I wouldn't fall asleep on the road, after about three days of driving, Simon sleeping through most of it, I nudged him gently.
"Hey wake up we're almost there."
He groaned a bit and looked at me blinking his eyes, and sat up looking around. I drove onto a dirt road in the woods and drove down it, Simone looked at me curiously, I just smiled.
"Don't worry we are going the right way"
I drove for about a mile until we came upon a rather large clearing, there was a house coming into view, it was built higher up then the rest of the ground so rain would not flood into it, the house was two-story, white with wood support beams and a dark brown roof, there were at three windows in the roof and four large windows on the bottom, I drove up to the house and stopped the car. "Well we are here" I said watching Simon's surprised expression.
"You own this place?"
I nodded "parents left it to me remember."
He looked at me "I know that but I didn't think it was so big."
I laughed
"come on Simon lets go."
We spent about a week moving our stuff into my parents house which was already furnished, being back in this house brought back a lot of memories. I miss my parents but I am glad that I still have something to remember the times we spent with each other. It's been four years now since we moved, I watch Simon playing around outside in the sun, he loved living here no more worrying about what others thought. I touched my chest where the bullet scar was. I knew the past was full of scars, but now we have a place where the past can be forgotten and a future can be made. I realized a long time ago that I loved Simon very much. And we will always be together no matter where our paths lead us.
The End.