Standing Out: Lucas's Tale
Tuesday, September 18th
I just moved in with these guys a few days ago, and already I feel unwelcome. I'm the only one, the only furry living here. I didn't really have a choice about the living arrangements. It seemed like the best option. They were looking for another room mate and I needed a home, so I stepped up. There aren't many others like myself in this city, so I had to take what I could get. At least these humans are all gay... at least I don't have to worry about that while I'm staying here as well.
It's a three bedroom apartment. Two of the humans are mates and share the master bedroom. The other one is single, and actually for a human he's rather cute. His name's John. He's nineteen, my age. He has a slim build, not too muscular, but not without muscle either, with some fuzz around his belly button, leading lower below his boxers. That's usually all I see him wearing around here, granted I've been spending most of my time in my room. I love his hair... blonde and shiny, shoulder length... if I was going to be poetic about it, I'd say his hair was radiant. And his scent is sooo strong. He walks by my door and it just invades my room, though invade is really a harsh tone since I love it so much. Although, when it all comes down to it, it's a waste... a waste of energy. Why do I get myself so worked up over it? Why do I bother listening to my desires? It's not like anything will ever come off it. Right?
Thursday, September 20th
I was watching the news today; the battle for the revised furry rights act was heating up in the senate. I guess the original one wasn't strict enough. Doesn't help that there are so many people in the world that don't understand us, and the only thing they have to go on is what they hear from the media. Some poor starving furry snaps and robs a convenience store and all the media focuses on that. That's what the public thinks we are. It's everywhere. I turned on the radio today and ended up finding a conservative talk station. This is what I heard:
''Furry corruption has existed all throughout history. Thousands of years ago we saw it in Egypt. Someone was born looking like an animal and they used that to drive entire cultures into worshipping them. In North America, furries were there too. Someone was born looking like a bear or horse or something and they were revered. And then later on ofcourse, some guy ended up trying to create some fuzzy love child and ended up screwing an animal, and now because of that we have to worry about AIDS. And yet somehow, even dispite the problem, some people are still worshipping these freaks... people taking on the title ''furry'' themselves, feeling that they too are animals inside. Pfft, I say we take those tree huggers and those furries and throw them in their own state, say Rhode Island; no one goes in or out.
No, the truth is my friends that furry is on the rise. Back in simpler times it was rare but nowadays it's spreading like wild fire, with thousands infected. Just why people end up looking similar to different animals is anyone's guess, but what is certain is this; we're dealing with a virus. Oh yes my friends, the government denies it but...''
This is where I stopped listening. People like that get me so pissed off. I wish they'd stick people like him all in one place.
Saturday, September 22nd
I went to the mall yesterday, doing some job hunting. I didn't see any others like me. Many people kept their distance. I don't think it helps much that I'm a black wolf and there are some pretty negative steriotypes there. Sometimes I wish I could look more like a mascot... you know, big eyes, cute, poofy paws. Personally I don't think I'm that scary. I certainly don't exude ''Werewolf''. I've got a light build, keep my fur neat and trimmed... I shouldn't be that scary, but I guess it is the nature of people to feel scared or threatened by others who are different from them. I mean, just look at human history. Anyway though, after picking up my first job app, which was at a nature store (seemed fitting), a few mall security guards approached me and asked me to leave. I snapped at them... I shouldn't have... I'm not violent. ''What the fuck, I've got rights in this fucking country too you know''. Like I said, I shouldn't have snapped, but it made me so angry, especially since the security guards were black... you'd think of all the humans out there that they'd understand prejudice and discrimination.
I got home from the mall and headed straight for my room, and that's where I stayed most of the day. I spent the afternoon and a good part of my evening talking to my friends online, to other furries, both actual and spiritual... yeah, that's the thing that gives me some hope on humans... some of them get us... some of them feel the same inside that others like me feel on the outside. They've built an entire fandom around it... a place where once in awhile I can feel at home, where I can talk, and cuddle, and feel loved, a place where discrimination doesn't exist... a place to be alongside others like me, and like minded humans.
It started getting dark. I didn't bother turning on the lights, the soft glow of my laptop was enough for me. I heard the front door slam shut, followed by what sounded like crying. I peeked my head out of my door and saw John, in the living room. The arm on his shirt was ripped and there was blood running down the side of his face. He looked up at me, tears in his eyes... and as I looked at him, my eyes began to tear up aswell. He slumped over and went back to gazing at the floor and I decided that I'd better let him be and retreated into the darkness of my room. I kinda wanted to go over and sit beside him, ask him if he'd be alright... but I was afraid to. I know, ironic, me of all creatures, being afraid to go and sit beside a human. Wish I wasn't as shy.
I went back over to my small computer desk next to my bed, went back to my laptop and chatted more with my friends. A few minutes later I heard a knock at my door. My heart skipped a beat... I knew who it was. I opened the door... John's eyes were still wet. He looks up at me (I being a good half foot taller) and smiled timidly at me.
''Hey wuffy... can I come in?''
I nosed his cheek, giving it a few licks to clean up the dried blood. He tilted his head to the side a little and let out a soft sigh. After cleaning his wound I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me.
''You can come in whenever you like'', I replied softly.
I nuzzled his forehead and lead him inside my room, shutting the door behind us. He sat down on the edge of my bed and I went over and sat down beside him. I put my arm around him and he leaned against me, sighing lightly. I held him silently for a few minutes before breaking the silence.
''How did this happen'', I asked him. He leaned over more and pressed his cheek against my chest.
''It happened after my classes, on my way back here. I got jumped by a few of the football players on campus...'', he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. One of his hands drifted down my back and slid under my shirt, with the other quickly following. He moved the hands up my back, letting his fingers comb through my fur, and hugged me tightly. ''... *sigh* I don't know who they were, since I'm really not into sports''. I hugged him back even more closely, running my claws lightly through his shirt, eliciting a soft moan.
''I'm sorry hon'', I said softly. ''There are some pretty stupid people in this world, people who can't deal with others being different. That's something that I've had to learn the hard way about humans, well, most humans anyway''
''I wish you could've been with me earlier'', said John, looking up at me. I smiled a little back at him and nuzzled his forehead.
''So do I'', I replied. ''Maybe I would have scared them off. I seem to have that effect on most people''. John closed his eyes and smiled, and then looked up at me.
''Personally, I don't know why anyone would be afraid of you. Who wouldn't love a cute, cuddly guy like you?''. He kissed my nose softly, now rubbing my chest through the shirt. I could feel his hands pressing against me lightly and I slowly leaned back, eventually lying down with John sitting on my waist.
''I wish everyone in this world was as nice as you''. I gently stroked his cheek, and he reached a hand up and rested it on mine, pressing the paw closer and rubbing it against his cheek affectionately.
''I wish the same about you wuffy...'', he paused and leaned forward, pressing his cheek to mine, as my paws rubbed his sides, ''... Do you think, maybe for awhile we could help each other out... help each other forget about the pain?''. I angled my head back and to the side, nuzzling his cheek.
''You have no idea how much I'd like that'', I replied, bringing my paws down under his shirt and pulling it slowly over his head. He undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers, below his knees, wiggling his way free and kicking them aside. I didn't get a good look at his cock yet, he'd already slid down beside my legs and was busy unbuttoning my pants. He pulled them down to my thighs and did the same for my boxers. He paused for a minute.
''I'm guessing this is the first time you've seen a sheath'', I said, chuckling a little. I went out of my way to not getting to horny thus far. I wanted to see how he'd react to my anatomy. He grasped my balls tightly and rubbed below them firmly, the tip of my member beginning to slip out in response. He grinned.
''Oh, I think I can figure out how to work it'', he said as his free hand rubbed along my sheath, a finger rubbing the tip. My sheath pulsed and pre squirted out, lubricating his finger, as more of my member slipped out of hiding. It wasn't long before my 8 inch member was fully exposed to him. The hand that was on my sheath was now grasping the base of my cock as my knot began to swell up. I tilted my head back and moaned loudly, John giving my balls another squeeze as he lowered his head and put his mouth on the tip of my cock. He raised his head again for a moment and moved over me in the classic 69 position, and began to go down on me again, first sucking and licking the tip and then slowly, very slowly, taking more of me in his mouth. I tilted my head back and moaned again. Seeing his own member over me, I wasted no time in taking as much of him as I could in my muzzle. He was very well endowed for a human. I could taste his lust for me, and I forced his cock deep inside the back of my throat.
At this point I was beginning to lose it. My breathing was quickening... I knew what was coming. I pressed my paws forcefully against the back of John's head and arched my back as I came... he gagged a little in surprise, but actually managing to somehow swallow most of it. Then he quickly lifted off of my cock and gasped loudly, caught offguard from his own orgasm. I gulped down his rich seed then he collapsed in bed beside me.
At this point I finally took my t-shirt off and tossed it aside, and then I laid on my side and wrapped my arms around John, pulling his close against me. I smiled contently to myself and nuzzled his cheek, wondering where this may lead us. He yawned softly.
''Gnight wuffy''. I closed my eyes and murred softly.
''Goodnight cutie''
To be Continued...