Part III: … Is Doomed to Repeat It
#3 of Eternal Corruption of the Spotless Mind
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Eternal Corruption of the Spotless Mind,
Part III: ... Is Doomed to Repeat It.
[Saturday, 7am, Present Time]
_The dream continued. Zeke slid his paw up and down the white tigress's hard, throbbing length, before he realized it was Eden. The sharp canine teeth, the sandpaper tongue, the silky fur, the fake breasts. Eden threw his head back and groaned out Zeke's name, arching into the unskilled but eager paw, his member already wet at the tip, precum dipping down the entire length to the furred sheath. Zeke knew that he wanted more, his body's natural inclination, its instinctual passion, broke through rhetoric and upbringing. He found his free paw tugging down the skirt, paw tips brushing against the soft, delicate fabric of Eden's panties, before it too, found itself down around the tiger's ankles.
Zeke muzzle sought out the salty tang of Eden's nectar, dripping like it would from any delicate pistil of honeysuckle in any given summer day. He found that clear, tasty liquid, and his canine tongue lapped it up, first at its source, at the slit of Eden's tapered tip, then all the way down to the fur of his sheath. Eden shuddered, purring, almost crying out, his claws scraped against the coyotes twitching ears in unbridled passion. Zeke's muzzle slid down the length, his throat begged to be filled with Eden's cream. The coyotes head bobbed slightly on the white tigers pulsing, stiff rod moments before the tiger tensed and screeched, yowling out his climax. As Zeke eagerly sucked Eden's hot spunk down his awaiting throat, the sudden realization of Zeke's acceptance to his natural orientation ..._
... made his eyes shoot upon to his blurry ceiling once more. Zeke heart thundered in his chest, the ebbs of the dream fell away as sensation in his body began to return. Zeke ear's twitched. Another heartbeat, another set of inhales and exhales, still caught in gentle arms of sleep, seemed close. Very close. Zeke turned his head to the fur lying next to him, his arms and legs still wrapped around the slim and athletic white tiger. Both were naked, except for Eden's red bra. Zeke's paw slid cautiously over to the mounds, to test their contents.
The rough pads of Zeke's paw grasped sacs of water and gel. Zeke squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, cursing himself. After a few more moments, Zeke tried to pull away, but Eden only mewed and grasped his arms closer around himself, enjoying the warmth in the throes of sleep. To much dismay, Zeke felt something dry and tacky on his loins, and pulled his hips away from Eden's ass. Zeke groaned and slapped a paw on his furry forehead, correctly deducing what happened last night. The sudden move of Zeke arm caused Eden to shift and yawn, his eyes opening slowly. Eden flipped on his back, smiling at the coyote.
"Morning handsome."
"..."
After a moment of silence Eden lost his smile and looked at Zeke with concerned eyes.
"Zeke ... are you ok ... with ... what happened last night." Zeke's tongue licked his dry lips, nervous.
"Eden ... your ... a guy."
"Yeah ... I thought you knew already, that's why I asked you last night why you turned off the desk lamp, if it was because of my ... body." Zeke grew angry, pushing himself up on his bed.
"It was you then ... on the bus ... !" Eden ducked his head and turned red. Zeke continued, stuttering.
"Wh ... why didn't ... you just ...just come out and say ..."
"Because ... you didn't seem like you wanted to ... talk to me ... as a guy ... I figured we might talk if you ... saw Eden ... not Jason." The coyote looked at the tiger, fear, anger, on hold.
"Eden ... why did you feel the need to ... talk to me so badly." The tiger sat up and tentatively wrapped his arms around the coyote, and Zeke tensed a little, before relaxing, needing to hear Eden's response.
"I ... felt ... drawn to you. Like we had met before. And lost each other. I don't know why. I can't explain it. Zeke ... I ... want to be with you."
The coyote heart continued to beat, faster and faster. He wanted to be sickened, upset, angry. Looking at the attractive tiger holding him close, he was hard pressed to do any of that. Zeke's body was acutely aware of this, growing hotter with each second. Zeke found his muzzle moving to Eden's, and at the last second, snatched it away, starting to cry.
Eden wanted to say something, anything, but after a few moments, let go of the coyote and got up, getting dressed. He left a few moments later. Neither of them said a word.
[Thursday, 7am, 48 hours earlier]
Zeke awoke, a hammer pounding against his temples. He groaned, the light that filtered in through the blinds of the window stabbed at the insides of Zeke's sore eyes. Something shifted next to him, and Zeke froze. Despite the pain, Zeke looked over to the half naked male white tiger lying next to him on the couch. Zeke tried to focus, despite the splitting headache and growing fear rising in his throat. The scent of spilled male seed chocked his nostrils, and he looked down to his shirt, covered in this male's cum. Zeke eyes grew wide and his paw flew to his muzzle, before he shot up and dashed around, looking for the bathroom.
The slam of the bathroom door awoke Eden with a start. He looked around, before remembering that's he had brought home a coyote. A virgin ... straight ... coyote. He heard splashing noises from his bathroom, and then coughing. Followed by more splashing, and then finally, dry heaves. He cringed, wondering if the morning after would be too much for poor Zeke to take. Eden cursed himself for his selfish needs, the need to be desired, the errant belief that a cute, unsoiled coyote would give him the love he so desperately craved. Eden knew better, but why would Vixy had introduced them unless the female vixen had thought ...
A loud thud reverberated in his bathroom behind the closed door, and Eden got up and rushed to the door, knocking loudly. There was no response, even after Eden called out Zeke's name. He opened the door cautiously, and spied Zeke unconscious on the tiled floor, a large knot growing on his forehead. Eden rushed in and dragged Zeke to the couch, wondering if he should call 911, examining the bump on the coyote's skull with trepidation.
"Alex ..." Zeke muttered out. Eden gave a puzzled look and shook the coyote awake.
"Zeke, who is Alex?" The coyote murmured, eyes fluttering.
"My prom date. Her name was Alexia, she was a tomboy wolf, so she preferred Alex ... Eden ... what are ... Eden ..., JASON!" Zeke eyes shot open and Zeke slapped the tiger's paw away. "Don't touch me!"
Eden cringed and looked down, on the edge of tears. His last boyfriend had been violent. Why would he have thought this shy coyote would be any different. Zeke got up and searched for his pants, moaning his indignation.
"Oh mannn, my mother is going to KILL ME!!!" Zeke looked around for his MIT hat, but couldn't find it as it fell underneath the couch in the middle of the night. Eden curled up into a ball, ashamed at the deception that now only seemed to backfire against the tiger. Zeke continued to wail, his eyes suddenly filled with tears. "I don't wanna be gay!!! ... my mamma hates faggots ... she'll throw me into the pit of hell herself when she finds out .." Eden cringed even more at those hate filled words, tears spilling over his cheeks in a torrent.
"Zeke ... I'm ... so sorry ... I just wanted ... someone ..." Zeke gave up looking for his cap and flashed a livid look at the cowering tiger.
"But why ME! I'm straight! Don't you know that? I know it! Do us both a favor! Never tell anyone about this. In fact, forget this ever happened! I know I wish I could!"
With that Zeke stormed out the door, attempting to catch a cab, while turning his shirt inside out. Zeke knew he would have to wash it when he got back home, before calling work. Meanwhile, Eden clutched himself, bawling, Zeke's scalding last words burned themselves into his mind ...
[Saturday, 1pm]
Zeke managed to crawl out his shell enough to eat something and take a shower. He didn't feel like going outside, didn't feel like facing the world, but when he looked outside his curtain, he noticed a black van drive up to his mailbox. A slender, rather plain male ferret leaned out of the window, and placed something inside the mailbox, then drove off. A few minutes later, Zeke crept out to retrieve the item.
Zeke's paws slid over the envelope, and wasn't surprised at all that the return address was Temporary Solutions, the temporary agency Zeke had visited before in his attempt to find Persistence of Memory Incorporated. He opened it up right then and there, the wind rippling his bathrobe and letter. It read:
Dear Mr. Neiderst,
Our surveillance indicates that you have made contact with the memory irregularity that you contracted us to purge. While this is unfortunate, we would like to offer a repeat procedure, free of charge, to ensure our commitment to quality customer satisfaction. We would like to caution you however, that some analytical scans of your behavior patterns decoded from your brain suggest a 67.67% probability that you will eventually make contact with the fur in question again, and a 91.44% probability that you will repeat the same behavior pattern with another, similar fur of the same gender and orientation. We would urge to reconcile this behavior, before deciding further action. If you have any further questions or concerns, you know how to contact us.
Persistence of Memory.
Zeke stood there and stared at the letter, the wind whipping his fur and bathrobe.
[Thursday, 1pm]
As Zeke stood in the empty elevator, he fidgeted about nervous. He had just got off work early, claiming sickness, after coming in late to do the hotfix on the Bell mainframes. As the door to the elevator opened onto the 13th floor, Zeke walked to the office number in question. His stomach fluttered. He hoped his sources were right about this outfit in question. What they offered seemed to good to be true.
Zeke stopped in front of the entrance to Temporary Solutions. The name Persistence of Memory used as a clever cover for their non-public operation. Brilliant. Discreet. Zeke finally smiled, entering the quiet office. Inside, a female raccoon with glasses smiled up at him. The reception area was otherwise empty.
"Welcome to Temporary Solutions, how can I help you?" Zeke looked down at the nameplate of 'Vikki, Administrative Assistant.' Zeke smile faltered a bit at the female coon and her prominent bust, but continued with the pass phrases.
"I'm here for a temporary solution." The raccoon took of her headset for a moment, and her smile tensed.
"I'm sorry have you applied here before, I'm afraid I don't remember you."
Zeke licked his lips.
"If you help me, I won't remember you either ..."
[Thursday, 3pm]
Two hours later after he cleared a barrage of security checks, Zeke finally sat in front of a large male black bear in a lab coat. The framed degree on the wall read: Pratt, PhD; Neurochemistry.
"So Mr. Neiderst, how can we help you today?" Zeke squirmed in the over sized chair, meant to accommodate any fur.
"I want to forget something." The ursine adjusted his glasses and looked at the file in front of him.
"Well ... it is a complex procedure, not cheap .."
"Money is no object ..." There was a brief moment of silence.
"Mr. Neiderst, I want you to tell me a story. Tell me about anyone connected to the fur in question, and we will erase from there, but keep in mind we may have to erase more than you want. We will need access to your cell phone and PDA, to eliminate any reference to the fur in question. But please understand, if we don't get every bit of physical info on this fur out of your possession, there may be memory ... irregularities ...
"I don't care ... I want it to never to have happened ..."
[Thursday 9pm]
As instructed, Zeke had taken two small blue pills, and put himself into bed, just as he always would, but accidentally set his glasses above him on the headboard, instead of the usual spot on the nightstand. He now lay naked underneath the covers with electrodes leads secured to his head. A portable machine measured Zeke vitals in his deep, supposedly dreamless sleep, and decoded the alpha waves in his mind, memories, to a laptop on the table nearby. A male ferret poured over the data stream, eyes glued to the task of finding every memory of the fur to be erased. He didn't notice as the female raccoon spied underneath Zeke's covers briefly, a coy smile forming under her glasses.
"It's a pity you know ... are you sure this cutey likes guys?" The ferret frowned under his beret, irritated at being disturbed from his work.
"That's what the behavioral model shows."
"Any chance ... that ... he swings over to my side of the fence too?"
"Should you be asking these things while our client is laying there naked?" the Ferret said as he shot her a look of disapproval. "Look ... the boss said you could come with to watch. Be useful, and go grab his PDA and cell phone. Delete any references to the memories, and make sure to put them back in their exact locations. We don't want the client to suspect anything. As far as the client is concerned, he's been sick for the last two days, and just cant remember anything, right?"
"Sure sure sure ..." The female raccoon said with mild apathy, before snatching Zeke's PDA and cell phone from the dresser, taking them into the den. She plopped down in his computer chair, noticing the lingering musk of the coyote in the fabric of the computer chair, and inhaled deeply. Thoughts wondering, she methodically began to erase any mention of Eden or the club. After she was finished she set down the PDA and cell phone by the computer towers, and leaned back into his chair, staring at the poster above on the wall. She grinned at the look the wolfess gave her, and her thoughts wondered back to her first meeting at the reception desk with the bashful, cute coyote. Maybe if she was aggressive like the wolfess suggested to her ...
"Vikki! Hurry up! I'm almost done!" called out the ferret, breaking the female coon from her fantasy. She got up and went back to help her co-worker pack up, forgetting to replace the PDA and cell phone in their correct place. The next morning when Zeke turned on his server to break into his bank accounts, the PDA automatically synchronized with Zeke's master server through its cellular connection, replacing the missing files it requested the previous night.
[Saturday, 9pm]
There was a knock at Zeke's front door, and Zeke looked up from his computer from mixing stage dancing songs, to get up and opened the door. Eden stood there, now dressed in some tight vinyl pants and a trendy T shirt, sporting the phrase "Still Living in a Material World." Zeke blinked, looking at Eden, who still seemed slightly nervous at the sight of the shorter coyote. Eden held Zeke's MIT cap in his paws.
"I know you didn't want to ever see me again ... but ..."
Zeke looked the white tiger up and down before opening the door further, still dressed in his bathrobe, partially open.
"Come on in. I'm working on a few mixes for your act." The tiger blinked in surprise, slightly taken off guard with Zeke's sudden change in nature. He stepped in timidly, as Zeke closed the door and sat back down at his computer chair, sliding digital mixing controls on his LCD screen, ears listening closely to the rhythm of "Girls just Want to have Fun". Eden's ears flicked, unable to say anything as his eyes were drawn to the spot where the poster of the bikini clad female wolf had sat. Now instead, a poster of a handsome male fox with an goatee and a simple earring, wearing a expensive leather jacket with a relaxed, yet some how smug look on his face, sat in its place. Below was the inscription, "To Zeke, the Worst Unbelievable Tourney '06 player I've ever met ... Cliffy B."
Eden blinked, not sure if he got the reference, but was curious about the sudden change in decoration. Zeke smiled up at Eden.
"Yeah I made some changes. I hope for the better. What brings you back here?"
"I want to um ... give you back your hat." Eden handed Zeke the cap, who just tossed it on his server."
"What really brings you back here Eden?" Zeke said with a disarming smile. The tiger flustered, unnerved by the coyote's confidence.
"I ... wanted ... to see .. that is ... if you weren't mad ... to be ... we could maybe ... be friends?" The coyote bit his lip, but then smiled warmly, and got up to hug the tiger.
"I would like ... that ... very much Eden." Eden hugged back, but blinked.
"Zeke ... why are you acting so ... different ... not that I'm complaining or anything." Zeke grinned at the tiger.
"I gave Alexia a call, after I got a letter in the mail today. I found out why Alex was nervous about our prom date up on make out bluff senior year." The tiger looked confused.
"Why is that Zeke?" The coyote laughed.
"His boyfriend answered the phone." Eden, eyes grew wide, before he attentively smiled.
"You mean?"
"Yup, he really was named Alex, I just didn't have any friends in high school, so no one felt the need to tell me a guy asked me out to prom." They both laughed, grateful for the sudden relief in tension. There was a brief silence, then Eden pulled out a letter almost identical to the one Zeke had received earlier that day.
"I received that in the mail today ... I just wanted you to know that ... if I had known that it had happened before, I wouldn't have gotten you to sleep with me last night ..." Zeke took the letter and began to read it, the reason why Eden seemed to not remember Zeke as well finally becoming apparent. Eden bit his lip, looking away from Zeke. "I guess that I wanted to forget what happened between us ..." Zeke handed back the letter, and bit his lip for a second, before digging out his own letter by his computer desk. Eden looked confused as he took the letter, the look gradually turning into one of curiosity the further he read. Eden looked up at Zeke as his paws shook slightly.
"Does this mean ..." The coyote gave a sly smile and moved closer to the taller white tiger, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
"You know, there's only one way to be sure ..."
Within minutes both furs were naked, and Eden had bent Zeke over his computer desk chest first, pounding his kitty cock into the coyote's virgin tail hole. Zeke's bushy tail was pushed to one side, and twitched spastically between their undulating furry bodies, while Eden's prehensile tail snaked its way up Zeke's leg to tease his furry sacs. Zeke gritted his teeth and grunted with each titanic thrust, gripping the desk for support. It rocked back and forth, swaying like a pendulum with the combined momentum of their sweaty bodies, stacks of zip disks and CD-R media spilling over with a clatter. Empty pop cans and small collectible plastic figurines of the old cartoon show, the In-humanoids, toppled and clinked against each other.
Eden placed his paws on Zeke's shoulders, and used the position as leverage to plow deeper into the coyote with each successive thrust. Zeke's velvety soft, hot, insides gripped his shaft like a glove, and the tiger moaned with the unparalleled sensation. As Eden started to hilt himself within the coyote, his throbbing shaft slid over and pressed against Zeke's prostrate, sending ripples of delight throughout his entire body.
"Ohhhh Eden ...." Zeke moaned, eyes sealed shut from pleasure, his own hard shaft bobbing slightly with each thrust, spurting pre onto his desk in front of him, "... why didn't you tell me it was ... this .... Goooodd ohhhh ... ???!!!" Zeke opened his eyes and turned his head back to Eden to share a deep kiss, their tongues dancing in each other's muzzles. One of Eden's paws slid from Zeke's shoulder to the base of his knot, gripping it tightly and jerking it back and forth. The other paw dropped down the front of Zeke's chest to pinch one of the sensitive nubs there, one of Eden's claw running tight circles around the perked, sensitive flesh. Each time Eden slammed himself fully into Zeke, the tiger's furry balls slapped against the coyote's own, sending sharp jolts of electric delight up inside his already sore insides.
This four pronged attack proved to much for the coyote to withstand, and he broke the kiss to turn his muzzle to the ceiling. With a primal howl his blew his massive load all over Eden's paw and his keyboard, and his already tight insides constricted, twitched around Eden's cock, milking it. Eden yowled, threw his head back, as his seed erupted in the coyote's virgin ass, splashing against his unsullied insides. As their cries of passion echoed in the small apartment, it was most decidedly the Eternal Corruption of a Spotless Mind ...