Chronicles of an Idiot - Chapter One
#1 of Scraps/Experiments
So this will be a compilation of stories entitled "Lone Wolf Life," which involves some stories involving Aniro, my main fursona. I have visual references of him up but a full character development page will be on it's way shortly.
In the meantime, have this little teaser from the first chapter of a story series called "Chronicles of an Idiot."
What happens when a new roommate moves in and is essentially a deadbeat, amongst other odd and somewhat perverted things? Let's find out!
Rated Adult for sexual themes.
"Why are you such an idiot?"
I think to myself while looking down at the shirtless tiger-dragon boy, this boy that was raiding my fridge, not having contributed to a single piece of the contents within the storage unit. My tempter flares up a bit, but I quell it, wanting to avoid conflict with someone who I knew wasn't right in the head. I had already put up a lot with him and at this point I was tempted to punch him and his shit-eating grin right in his face.
"Why don't you share your food, Aniro?"
"Uhh, I don't know, because it's MINE! It even has my name on it!" I yell back, my finger thumping at the empty food container with the name "Aniro" scrawled onto it, letting loose a bit of the fury that I really held back for him. I then sigh and growl, turning away and locking myself back into the small bedroom in the corner of the apartment. I flopped on my bed with my paws clutched right at my forehead, a headache creeping into the recesses of my mind as it couldn't handle just how brain-dead our new roommate was.
It had been two weeks since Rith had moved in with me, a suggestion my full-wolf roommate Nika made to me while I was half-asleep the morning his portly tiger-dragon friend came over. He was a hopelessly homeless hybrid, living off of a shelter for most of his time in the big, bustling city of Hawwl. A few days after he initally moved in, in the open bedroom that belonged to the wolf anthro, I stumbled upon the biggest pile of random crap that didn't look like it belonged to him in the first place. Clothes, books - most of which seemed to be nothing but erotica - on top of more books, random little things like a busted pair of headphones, little bracelets and other random jewelery, all of his items monopolizing the space of the wooden shelf in the corner of the room. That's when I realized that it was official: he was moving in whether I liked it or not.
Every day since his crap started making a mess of Nika's floor - every time I woke up - I would always be awakened by either Nika pushing him to explore Hawwl other than the one district that he always frequented, which was far out of his way. Rith was headstrung and wouldn't stop going into detail about how he would do this or do that. How each little improvement he could make to our crappy apartment would make our lives better. I wondered out loud every time he talked with "How do you expect to achieve your goals without any money?" I got nothing out of the hybrid. I knew that all he was full of was shit and dreams, and without any sort of self-support, they were going to stay dreams.
So fine, I let him stay, but I didn't want to be burdened with his crap. He'd have to be Nika's problem, and I bluntly made the wolf obvious of that. I forced the wolf to ditch the imbecilic other hybrid whenever I possibly could. This was made obvious after I let my friend from out of town stay the night at my place. Him and Nika dated at one point and he was swooning for him just because he missed him so much.
It was four in the morning on that dark Saturday night, the lights were off as I led him into Nika's bedroom. I didn't want to wake them up, so I shone a flashlight in the room as they slept. Lo and behold, they were in the spare bunk, naked and huddled close. They were sound asleep, naked, and I honestly didn't want to know what went on between them while I was out that night. I dropped the flashlight at the ghastly sight and pushed my friend away, who was visably shocked himself. Needless to say, nothing would be said between the two of us about what we saw.
"Aniro, what the fuck?!" my friend shouted after dragging me by the wings outside to "talk."
"Oh...that, Nika didn't give me a chance to tell you about our new...ehh...roommate."
"That hurts...a lot, you dog. Who the fuck is this guy?"
"Some guy that he took in, and even I don't like how he suddenly showed up."
I was honestly upset that my friend was upset, and it pissed me off to the point where the next day I talked to Rith.
"Did Nika tell you that he and I had a friend coming last night?"
"No, he was too busy suc-"
"Oh, dog, I don't want to fucking know what you two did. We had plans for him to stay before you came into the picture. Think twice before you decide to dick my roommate, you idiot."
"B-but it wasn't what you think."
I growled at him lowly, and I was tempted to take a swing and dig my claws right into his gut, but I held back with fangs baring. "I don't give a damn what you think I'm thinking, you're Nika's responsibility, not mine. Don't make me babysit you like a lost pup any more than you already are!"
Another example of Rith's stupidity was his absurd propensity to go into detail about his fetishes. My ears would flatten at him talking about the biggest erotica author that he was into or about his favorite fetishes, none of which I even liked. Stuff that could only be found on the Internet for the most part was what interested him, and it was to some pretty insane extremes that made me a bit uncomfortable. I myself could paw off my own kinks on the internet and that was fine, and I wasn't one to shout out to the world what I was into, but he took it to extremes. What made his own perverted thoughts even worse was that he wanted to insert himself into my friends, and that he thought that they would be into what he was into. That unnerved me, to say the least.
I wanted to put my paw down then and there, tell him and Nika that if they didn't shape up that I was going to throw Rith back out in nearly two month's time. It hurt me to hold back though, knowing that I couldn't do that though as long as Nika was continuing to help him get on his paws in Hawwl. The tiger-dragon's sob stories about his lack of family acceptance back home in the northern flatlands (or the "cowlands" as some in Hawwl called them). On top of his family drama, he just flat-out ditched his family without any sort of plan whatsoever.
"It takes a lot of stupidity to do something like that," I told Nika one night at my coffee shop. It was rare that he even showed up in the suburbs, let alone at my workplace. "I've been on my own for as long as I can remember." I kept going, taking a subtle sip at the iced tea in my paw.
"Yeah, I wish I had known about some of these things. My other friend is looking so much better as a roommate right now." he repiled, as he led into a short discussion of another friend who lived far to the west. "Let me at least get to know this guy before you make any more roommate decisions in my stead." I plead, knowing how bad things were already with Rith. I didn't want to risk alienating myself with shit on top of more shit as it stood already.
"Rith is a problem, he rants a lot, has visions of grandeur about becoming these things when he doesn't even know how to apply himself to get started with a job, and it's becoming a real hassle. How do you expect me to help him when he can't help himself?" I say, sighing at just how helpless he was.
Nika said nothing to me as we both looked down. I didn't know what to do and Nika was doing what he could to help him find a job and get started in Hawwl, even if it meant finding something that was crap. At least that crap would help him pay rent and other expenses, expenses that were sorely needed at times.
It all looked hopeless for him, and I didn't know what I could do to stop him from leeching off of us for much longer without making the final call. I knew what was best, and Nika was trying hard, but Rith was an idiot and couldn't live for himself.
To be continued.