Shattered Friendship
**_Shattered Friendship
Summary: Based on a true story.. altered slightly. Please read and review!_**
There were a lot of people are Jackson's party, it was a busy place. After many months of helping him plan, the guests had arrived to the downtown vintage loft. There were no balloons or streamers, as both were deemed to childish and unsuiting for a pre-prom bash which was packed with graduates, all looking for a good time. The music was great, loud and booming, making all the furs yell to make themselves heard. There were a few tables filled with finger foods, alchohol and soda, and a dancing area was laced with furs who moved their bodies to the music.
"Kaydence!"
She heard her name, and looked up from her novel. It was pathetic really, reading a book - at a party. The white wolfess looked around quietly, searching for the source of the shout. Eventually, she saw him... it was her friend, Jackson. She'd always had a small crush on him, ever since they were little furs, and even though he was three years older then the seventeen year old wolfess, he didn't mind. He was also a wolf, with chocolate brown fur and brilliant green eyes, much like her own. He always wore denim jeans and a vintage t-shirt, and sunglasses. He grinned at her from across the dance floor and wiggled his fingers at her in a goofy wave. Deep crimson flushed along her cheeks and she waved back, watching him approach.
"Hey you, what are you.. are you reading, at my party?" He asked playfully, shouting a bit over the music, looking at her in mock disgust. She blushed, and shook her head, hiding the book under a pillow.
"Ofcourse not, why ever would you think such a thing!" She laughed, pushing him in the shoulder and leaning into the corner of the couch she occupied. He sat down beside her and laughed, pulling her into a gentle hug, and kissing her temple in a friendly manner.
"Hey, it's ok. you can read, knock yourself out. Do you want a cooler?" He looked up, already having his fifth beer in his paw.. she'd been watching him, and he'd been drinking a lot.
"Umm.. sure." She smiled, watching him stand up to grab her one. He returned, nearly stumbling into the couch. She put her hands up to help him sit back down and laughed, taking the cool beverage and unfurling the cap to take a small sip.
"Well, hope you're having fun!" He ruffled her head fur and wandered off. He'd always treated her like a little sister, and it made her laugh. She watched him bounce amongst a pair of female roo's, who were grinding against her each suggestively on the dance floor. He laughed with a couple guy friends, being typical males.. and after that, Kaydence went back to reading.
As the night progressed, people started walking home or passing out. Jackson had many places for drunken furs to crash for the night, as he wasn't a believer in driving under the influence. In fact, he'd specifically asked that no one drive here, and those that did, he'd taken the keys from them. When the music had died down, and the food was gone, and only a few furs remained, Kaydence yawned and folded her novel shut. She threw the strap of her bag over her shoulder and stuck her novel inside, then looked around the empty, messy loft for a moment. She couldn't find Jackson anywhere... ohwell, she thought, she'd give him her regards another time.
"Bye Kaydence.." She heard John Miller, a polar bear fur, mutter from the kitchen, and Alex Johnston, a raccoon, who was laying on the couch.
She just waved at them, offered them her sweet smile, and left through the door. Kaydence couldn't drive by herself yet, and her parents were out of town, so she had to walk. The only problem was, she had a long walk, and she didn't like walking at night. She sighed as she stepped into the cool nightly atmoshpere, and started down the sidewalk, off towards the park. Kaydence was a pretty girl, with a good fashion sense. She was a bit shy, and very smart, and she didn't do any drugs, smoke and she rarely drank. It was a major turnoff with most guys in her school, who enjoyed the 'bad girls' - which she definitely was not.
She fixed her skirt, a flirty lime colored garment that hung to her knees. She then tugged at the rim of her mango colored t-shir, straightening out any wrinkles. She sighed a bit, and glanced up at the sky, watching the way the starts shimmered, she found it very classy and interesting... until, she heard a sound.
Her ears perked, and rolled back, flattening against her skull. She bit her lip, and slowly came to a stop, turning slowly to take in her surroundings. She quirked a brow, then tried to shrug it off. She kept walking... but she heard it again. Like a twig snapping, or something rustling through the leaves..
Then, she saw the source of the eerie sounds. It was Jackson.
"Jackson! You scared the crap out of me.." She laughed, and began to approach the handsome fur, who smiled at her and stumbled towards her.
"Sorry honey, didn't mean that.." Once he got close to her, his paws reached down to cup around her elbows. By doing this, she got a closer look at him. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot, dark bags had formed against the skin under that fur. She squinted up at him.
"Gosh, Jackson.. are you ok?" She frowned, trying to move her arms, but he wouldn't let her, and he continued holding her elbows with his paws, until they slowly slid up her arms, to grasp her wrists.
"I'm fucking fine! I'm amazing!" He spoke loudly, his tail swishing back and forth as he looked down at her small frame, those friendly, happy emerald spheres now bloodshot and spontaneous.
She smiled a bit, and went to pull away from his paws again, but again, he held her there. "Jackson, let go, come on," she laughed. "Don't be stupid."
He suddenly pulled her slender frame against him, and once she smacked into his chest, her arms trapped by the closeness of their bodies, he wrapped his arms around her torso and held her there tightly, the scent of alcohol stronger then before as he breathed down on her.
"Jackson, you're hurting me! What are you doing?" She spoke, her voice clearly fumbling with panic. She began to struggle a bit more, her pretty eyes wide and shifting over his features.
"Hush." He shushed at her and bent his head down to lick her cheek, trying to kiss her. She turned her head aside, straining to move her face away from him. She was in a state of pure panic now, her tail thrashing aswell as her legs, trying to duck out of his grasp, but to no avail. Her eyes began to tear up out of fear, and she whimpered only once, pushing against his chest. "Jackson, jacks- wait.."
As a result of all the struggling, they ended up just off the park pathway, into the forest a bit. Suddenly, he surged all his weight forward and knocked both of them down, forcing the frail wolfess backwards to take the impact of the ground, and his weight ontop of that. She cried out, and flinched, her chest now aching, she struggled to regain her breath, which had just been knocked out of her. His muscular, heavy frame almost completely covered hers, making it impossible for her to move. He started to lift her shirt, pushing it up over her breasts, and pulling it over her head. Using the tight, cotton garment to his advantage, he left it at her wrists and held the bundle above her head, keeping her arms out of the way. Using his sharp teeth, he tore her bra down the middle and it fell open, revealing her rather small breasts to him.
She closed her eyes tightly and cried out again as his moist tongue started lapping over the furry mounds and over the firm nubs. She could smell alcohol all over him, the scent stinging her nostrils.She could hear the suckling sound as he latched onto each one seperately, furling his pink tongue over and over. He finally let go of her wrists, but given her position, she couldn't move them, both being wound up inside the bulk of her t-shirt he'd never fully removed. He curled one paw around her side, and let his other move down to his jeans. Her ears perked at the jingle of his belt as he unclasped it, and unzipped himself. Sheer panic washed over the young wolfess, and she started to squirm even more beneath him, whimpering. "No, no! Jackson, wait!"
"Shh.. it's alright!" A slurred coo beside her ear, in a voice that was so Jacksons, but so not at the same time. He finally unbuttoned his jeans, and shuffled them down over his rump to rest on his thighs. He then fished his impressive length, already hardened and throbbing, from his boxers. She could feel it jabbing against her thighs as he reached under her skirt and and started to lift the thin material, bunching it up at her abdomen, revealing the cotton panties beneath. He gently stroked at her concealed mound, his face still resting at her breasts, he leaned forward to kiss her on the lips, to which she tried to resist.. but simply couldn't. She whimpered again, eyes closing tightly as he grasped the elastic band of her undergarment and started to pull it down. Once it was at her knees, he cupped his paw around his mound and started to rub her.
"It's ok, it's ok.. it'll feel good." He slurred again, laughing, out of breath, licking her cheek.His paw would soon join the other one on either of her hips, and he'd start to position himself. She saw this, and finally a soft sob broke from her lips, tears crawling down her furry cheeks. He started to push his hardened cock against her netherlips, sinking himself in inch by inch.. his eyes closed, and lips parted at the sheer tightness of it all, he moans...
There was an intense pressure growing inside, as if someone were slowly tearing her in half. The slower and deeper he went, the more painful it was. Crying, she simply lay there beneath him, her eyes closed and turned away from his. He looked at her, watched her, and kissed her lips harshly, finally wrapping both arms around her shoulders to hold her to him... then he bucked his hips and forced his girth all the way in, ripping through her hymen and taking her innocence, hilting himself in her tight depths. She cried out, and buried her face up under his chin, trembling and shaking, whimpering.. "Jackson.. why.. please.."
"Oh.. gods..." A slurred moan, then a grunt, completely oblivious to her helpless pleading. Moving his hands back down to grip at her hips, he slowly extracted himself until his head barely rested inside, and started to slide back in.. with each slow thrust, he'd moan at the sheer bliss, leaning his head back with a deep 'woof' sound. He parted her thighs more, making sure a leg was on either side of him, and he fit nicely between them with his own.
There was no pleasure for the young wolfess just yet.. she felt only pain, fear, guilt and uncertainty.. however, as his speed started to gain, and his thrusts started to move at a faster pace, she felt.. tingling sensations working down in her loins, and she gasped softly. Unfortunately, that was all she felt, nothing else..
He groaned, humping her, over and over, faster and faster.. he felt himself gearing up, pressure in his sac. "Ohhh.. gods, fuck yes.. you're so tight.." He'd slurr at her ear, licking at her nose and then moving back down to her breasts, licking over those erect nubs.. With his hips smacking up against her hips making audible sounds, he groaned outloud, faster.. faster.. and finally, he threw his head back in a soft howl, unleashing ropes of warm wolfish seed deep inside of his younger friend, filling her up..
As his manseed shot into her loins, and the head of wolfhood started to bloat, she cried out again, her insides burning and aching.. He collapsed ontop of her, and forced his knot out of her, having been halfway to not being able to. With his cock now limp and hanging against the inner of her thigh, he panted heavily and rested his cheek on one of her beasts. He could hear her heart beating.. her body quaking with sobs and whimpers under him.
She didn't say anything.. she just cried.. even when he stood up and away from her, put his jeans back on, zipped himself up and fixed his belt, she lay there shaking. He watched her, his face without emotion, and almost questioning, then he turned away and started to stumble back onto the park path, back towards his loft.
She lay there, naked, taken and aching, starting up at the stars.. which were still shimmering. She watched them through blurry eyes, and slowly pulled her shirt back on, pulled her underwear back up, and let her skirt fall back down as she stood up, barely able to stand. She twitched with sobs, and took her bag back over her shoulder. She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears, and started to limp home, sobbing silently, eyes downcast.
That monday, during lunch, she sat quietly by herself outside. She always sat under the shade of the crab apple tree, where the grass was the softest and the bugs were few. She ate her sandwich slowly, her eyes staring at passing cars quietly. Her mind was racing even still, thinking.. wondering..
"Kaydence?" she heard him.. and she quickly turned to look at him, dropping her sandwich and standing up, backing a few steps away from him. "What.. are you ok, sweetheart?"
She frowned, and looked left, then right.. staring at him, whether it be with hatred or fear, or both.. "Go away, Jackson.."
He knew vaguely of what he'd done.. but to him, it felt only like a dream, or a thought.. he didn't believe he'd actually done it. But the way she acted only confirmed to him what he'd feared, and he frowned, the handsome wolf standing at a distance, staring at her with sorrow.
"Sweetie.."
"Please, just.. go away."
He narrowed his eyes a bit, but not much, a small half-smile on his face. He quickly walked forward, making her squeek and back into the crab apple tree. He didn't touch her, he just held his face inches from hers, and whispered softly.. "If you tell anyone.. "
With that, he stared into her pretty eyes with his own, and turned away, retreating back into the parking lot, where his car was running and waiting for him. He left, and she sunk down to the grass and sighed... why did something like this have to happen?
I left room for another short-story, should anyone like it! Let me know.