Chapter 1: Realization
#1 of Jen and Ryan
Disclaimer: All I have going for this story is a motivation and plot. I have no actual events planned out for now, so everything you read is improvised, pardon for any typos I may make, please bear with me! * * *
Begin Session 1: 5:50pm Jen was only 11 years old at the time.. her young canine form was hardly developed, though her sleek, dark blonde fur shone healthily in the light. She was slim, a slim fitting shirt hugging against her trim sides and small chest, the sleeves barely covering her shoulders. A simple pair of dark blue straight leg jeans clung to her lower body, a pair of white Vanz with pink laces covering her feet and completing the outfit. A shoe slowly, though rhythmically tapped against the wooden bedpost, her paws crossed behind her head as she stared up to the plain white ceiling, her mind an array of thoughts about the day. 'Why did Ryan help me like that? I thought he hated me for all he's worth.. why was he so nice all of a sudden? ...Why did he say that.. and why did my heart leap when he did?' Young girls her age were usually too mature for their age, hormones tend to work that way. Though with men like us, well, we don't seem to mature much until we're about 15 or older, and hell some of us never mature. I however, took a quick course in maturity.. one of those life or death events that makes you grow up in about a flash and see the world for what it really is, expose the people you love and the reasons why you do.. everything makes sense for a brief moment. My name is Ryan.. at the time of the situation, I was only 13, just about to graduate from Valmont Middle School. My sister was just getting into the school, you know, one of those lowly 6th graders all the other kids bitch about all the time. But I'm not here to complain to you am I? I'm here to tell you what happened to me.. My sister and I.. we're.. well, we're the typical sibling pair, opposite genders, differen't puberty rates, bickering all around, the fight for territory around the house, domination, you know the routine. We fight of -stupid- things too, like the last strip of bacon.. or the top bunk when we were toddlers, but we always fought like pups. ~~~~~~~~~~ "JEN! RYAN! DINNER'S READY!" Kami called up the stairs. Both canines came tearing down the steps, the loud thud of their pounding footpaws as they hit the rug shaking the pictures on the walls as they came down. As they ran across the hardwood floor of the kicthen, they both made sliding stops with their sock, Ryan quickly parking his rear in the seat. Jen on the other hand, miscalculated her balance and fell smack on her, head knocking against the wood as a yelp of pain shot from her muzzle. Their mother shook her head, setting down the two children's plates of food. "I told you not to do that you two, and now you see why, don't you Jen?" Jen glared over to her brother angrily, his cool, suave glare easily providing her with his thoughts. 'And your dumbass slips and falls.' She nodded and rubbed the back of her head, a dull pounding pulsing in her skull. Both of the kids began to eat their food in silence, only the sounds of munching teeth and forks clinking against porcelain could be heard. Jen fumed over her food, only getting about halfway done before screaming across the table. "STOP KICKING ME YOU ASSHOLE!" "Jen! You will NOT talk like that in this house EVER, do you understand!?" Kami scolded fiercely, jabbing a fork at her daughter. "Tell him to stop kicking me under the table!" She pleaded. "I'm not doing shit!" Ryan shot back. "SAME goes for YOU Ryan! None of that crap in my house! Kepp you tongue to yourself or I'll remove your right to having it, is that understood!?" The child's ears flattened back against his head at the threat of having his tongue cut out, clamping his mouth shut with a nod. "Now BOTH of you, stop bugging each other and eat your dinner." Silence came over the table again, everyone's nerves a little tense as everyone's were after yelling. Peace could never last, and this peace ended with stainless steel whizzing through the air, missing Ryan's head by mere centimeters, jabbing against the wall and clattering to the floor. "YOU GET BACK HERE NOW MISS!" Kami screamed as he daughter tore from the table in tears, skipping steps up the stairs, door slamming shut. Kami got up from her seat, wiping her lips with a napkin and staring at her son angrily. " You know, one day you're going to be in trouble, your sister will be there watching and she won't help you because you do this crap to her. If I come down here and this table isn't clean, you're going to get a lot more than claws in your ass." And she turned heel, walking up to her daughter's room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ [What significance does that particular memory have on your feelings Ryan? Why would you tell me that as opposed to some other story? It just sounds like a normal family fight.] It is.. you see, even though that was just a matter of me kicking her under the table, what my mother said to me had a kind of impact on me. At the time it didn't, I was too busy fearing the damn good spanking I would recieve, not to mention having a fork nearly tear off your ear isn't the best thing in the world either. I've never been in the situation my mother described, but my sister sure was.. twice in fact. I don't know what it is with her and men, but she always seems to bring home the worst taste in personality. Honestly, 95% of her boyfriend's have been comoplete jerk offs, save for Nathan who's like, my best friend in the world.. [Care to tell me about these situations with your sister?] Certainly.. the first situation happened probably 5 months after that incident.. she had a boyfriend, lord knows how a mother lets her 11 year old daughter have boyfriend is beyond me, but my mother has done some pretty out-of-the-norm things with us that help a lot in the long run.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The bell rang for class. Only 5 minutes before anyone out of their seats would be marked late. But Lucy didn't care, she wanted to see Randy. Her eyes scanned the sea of kids hurrying to class, trying to find the only hunk in school.. well, the only hunk to -her- at least. Someone grabbed her waist swiftly. With a small gasp and a jump, the attacker laughed, squeezing tighter. With a grin Jen leaned into the arms, closing her eyes and leaning against the feline's chest. "Hey Randy." she said. A soft, warm tongue ran over her eartip, forcing a comforted murr to rumble in her throat. "Hey babe." The feline responded. "Where are we going today Randy?" she asked, gripping a paw of his with her own and turning herself around. "Well.. I was thinking of catching a movie.. math is boring as fuck anyway." Randy stepped back, holding onto Jen's paws carefully. 'We'll have to sneak in though, I'm low on cash today." Jen giggled, leaning up to kiss him. "You know I love it when we're sneaking around." She pushed her lips to his softly, tongue lapping against his soft lips. He kissed her back, parting his lips to allow her tongue entry, wrapping it around her tightly before pullingback slowly, smiling. "Let's go, shall we?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Did you follow them?] Let me tell my story! Of course I didn't follow them, I was in class like all the other hooligans were. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ryan stormed away from the school, cursing under his breath, fists clenched shut angrily. "Fucking bad mouthing teacher, who the fuck is she to rip my head off in front of the entire class like that? Embarrass me because I don't the answer to a fucking stupid shit question, heartless BITCH is what she is." His black tail stuck defiantly into the air. he didn't have any of his things, he had just walked right out class in fumes. "Where the fuck am I going anyway? The cinema might be nice, a good violent ass movie is what I need, plenty of blood.. fucking life, always demanding money.. I'll have to go in a round the back, hope Sandra is working today." Ryan slowed his pace as he approached the movie theatre, having calmed down a fair amount, now rather excited about seeing a film. He made his way int the back alley, about to turn the final corner before he heard a sharp slap. "You'll fucking do as I say! Or else I'll fuck you so hard you won't even be able to walk straight!" He knew that voice.. he coudn't figure out where he'd heard it before, but he definitely knew it. His ears perked up at the next voice. 'Get the flipping FUCK away from me Randy!" THAT was definitely Jen. Ryan turned the corner swiftly, screaming at the male before he even noticed the feline's pants were down. "HEY! DICKWEED! Yeah, I'm talking to you ya fucking jerk!" Ryan walked swiftly, fists clenched tight, eyes burning. 'Well well well, is this big brother come to the rescue?" Randy chuckled folding his arms across his chest, standing up straight, easily 4 inches taller than Ryan. "And what's the little punk gonna do?" "I'm gonna set your head on backwards if you don't get the hell away from my sister right now." he threatened, still advancing quickly. "Yeah, I'd like to see the-" But he never finished his sentence. Instead, the word day sounded like a mix of gurgling spit and a wail, and the rest of his sentence coming out in airy gasps. Randy keeled over at the blow to his solar plexis, the wind knocked straight out of his. Ryan set his footpaw down, knee uncurling from the air. He slammed a fist down into Randy's jaw, forcing the fur and bone into the pavement, his own knuckles slamming hard against cement and splitting open. "NO ONE fucks with my sister, and -NO ONE- FUCKS my sister! If I EVER catch your sorry ass near her again, I'll make DAMN sure you won't ever be able to have kittens." Jen just stared at the brawl the entire time, shivering in fear, tears streaming down her face as she watched Ryan's knee plant itself into her boyfriend's gut, as his fist broke Randy's muzzle, as he screamed threats to the injured lump on the ground. Ryan grabbed her wrist, quickly pulling her out of the alley and into the daylight, speaking angrily to himself "I love my sister, and pity be to the poor bastard who tries to hurt her." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Why did you say that last part? Did she hear?] Yeah she heard.. but I didn't think twice about it until she told me she'd heard it.. the day she.. talked to me.. that's when I started.. feeling for her. I always have, she's my sister and I love her naturally.. but what happened that day.. it made me realize how vulnerable she is and how much she looks up to my mother and I for protection.. I felt bad about torturing her all those 11 years. [Was this that situation you mentioned earlier? The kind that makes one mature almost instantly?] Well no not exactly.. it scared me half to death, I'm suprised I gathered enough courage to wail on Rnady.. he wasn't the school chump you know, he was a big kid for his age.. i guess I was scared of losing my sister more than anything. [Do you love your sister Ryan?] Yeah......I do [No.. do you love your sister?] .....Yes * * * --Session 1 Log: 15 Minute break, 7:00pm Leave me feedback! I want to know if you guys enjoyed this, and trust me, I have -much- more in store!