The cat with the blue and white fur
Cannot believe I'm actually writing a story related to them, but the brainwave was too big to ignore. May seem a bit cliché, but I just wanted to write it so bad. Plus, it helps get the ‘bad mood writing' block out the way. I guess.
Disclaimer: This is old people man love stuff. If you don't like it, just go away right now. Not my fault you reading it, ne? Also, I own none of the character's in this story, all of which that have appeared elsewhere belong to their creators and the company they belong to...them, not me, them.
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The Cat with the blue and white fur
By Sindal
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Hello there
Ma name's Spike. Yea, I know, funny weird name, but that's what they named me, and I got no beef with that. Spike Truesdale for a full name. Have you noticed that my name is alphabetical yet?...Ya know, S, then T...nevermind
Anyway, I'm a bulldog. When you think of a common dog species, you don't think bulldog. Common would be maybe a husky or a dalmation or a retriever or a rottweiler or even a Doberman. Bulldog? Not so much. We aren't the prettiest either, what with our puggy cheeks and all. And if you think Bulldog, you think bull-y. You think big tough guy with a major attitude problem and budging muscles to punch cars in.
I tell you what. You believe what you darn want. I guess I'm big, I guess I look tough, I guess I got some good muscle on my body, but attitude problem, that's were the stereotype is cut short on me. I like to think of myself as a ‘go with the flow' dude. In other words, for me not to like you, you need to be a complete bitch ass motherfucker.
I'm six feet tall; I like wearing clothes that show off my muscles. Ok, so you got me there, I do like how my body looks. Is it a crime to show if off? As long as I'm not some stuck up jerkface about it. I'm pretty popular with the ladies since I happen to be buff and nice. Though, I don't care about them much, romantically anyway. My fur is grey, most of it anyway, there's a little white down at my paws and on my belly, but it's mostly grey. I got the shortest tail ever saw on a dog and my eyes are blue. I've also got a small tattoo of that funny male arrow and circle sign on my left flank.
I got a mom, a dad and a brother, Sammy, but I like to call him Tike since he's a lot smaller than me, and it rhymes with my name. Most times he doesn't like it, because he thinks I'm calling him short, but he knows I means well, and that I'm just being a big brother. And he secretly likes it, because hey, I'm his big brother. He looks up to me, literally.
I'm 18, doing my last year of highschool. Sweet huh? Not so sweet when you realise after that it's collage. Something else I realized, if take away the ‘ge' and put in ‘r' it becomes ‘collar'. But I guess that's enough about me for a while
Pay attention now...or don't, if you don't care. But to those who do, pay attention
I'm gonna tell you a little bit of history, before I go on with my life in general
This all started when my parents decided had sex and....oh, wait, that's a different story. Sorry
Ignore that, this all really started, when I was 7 and a half years old. The age most kids start elementary school. Like any kid, I was excited, but nervous as hell. I had an average class of average kids and an average yet fun teacher. I lived my days going to school drawing lines, learning how to spell my name, how to draw a straight line that was actually straight, reading books that had only three words in each line. You miss those days, when life was nothing but one big giant playground.
That year was the year I met my first and very best friend, Tom. His name is Thomas O'Brian, but he asked everyone to call him Tom. Tom was the cutest little kitten you ever would see. He's a common house cat, green eyes, blue fur with a white underbelly that showed easily against his cobalt fur, and each of his paws are white, hands and feet.
Tom was a gigantic ball of energy when he was that age. But actually, most of us where, but Tom was pretty much the most energetic of us all. He was always smiling, laughing, running and playing, doing his work while kicking his feet in the air idly like the was trying to run away and be free from the school desk that was his prison.
Now, I'm secretly shy. I've grown out of it mostly, but I still am down at my core. So making friends for me wasn't exactly the easiest task. I remember sitting in my tiny seat, looking around a bit at how everyone was talking to someone while they drew pictures. I felt isolated all by myself, on that very first day. Like in the cartoons where there's a giant spot light on one person, and everyone else is in the black background. I was the only bulldog. I've NEVER seen another bulldog, besides my family
I just sat there being quiet and reserved. That is until someone tried talking to me.
"Hello"
I turned my cub head to see a smiling Tom right next to me. He sat next to me in class, I never noticed until he spoke
"Hi" I said softly, trying to smile and be friendly while I remembered what my mom said to me as she dropped me off
‘Make lots of friends now, and be careful not to get hurt Spikey. This is your big day, make it special ok?'
"I'm Tom, what's your name?" Tom said, holding out his paw outstretched and welcoming the sun itself
"Spike" I said, looking at the paw and blinked at it
"...Your supposed to shake it...that's what daddy says"
I nodded slowly, and took his paw, and give it a gentle shake. Tom's paw had the same kind of feeling you get when you hug you parents, warm and happy...but it was stronger. I didn't notice then, but I know it was.
"Spike is a funny name," He said after letting my paw go
"I know, I don't like it " I replied
"I like it" Tom said, green eyes twinkling with childish wonders and innocence "It's a nice funny"
"You think so?" I asked, smiling a better and more innocent smile.
"Yea. Let's be friends, ok?" Tom said, smile as wide as the day is long.
"Ok" Was all I had to say back.
After that, well, I spent almost all my elementary school time with him, especially my first grade. Tom had become my best friend in a matter of seconds after our meeting. We shared lunch, we played together and we helped each other, sort of. We talked about all sorts of stuff like video games, our family and how fun school was. We fought sometimes too, but it wasn't serious, normally it just a silly child argument on something like which species is better or what's better on sandwiches or which girl is our class is the ugliest, but that last one was more funny than argument.
Our friendship grew from that, from grade two to grade three to grade four to grade five to grade six and to grade seven when we turned teenagers. Our parents watched us grow into young adults, and while I took a better liking for sports, Tom decided he found chess rather ‘intriguing' a word he had used himself. I laughed at him for that word.
Ring went a bell, and a bunch of seventh graders stormed out of class ready for their weekend. Tom and me were pretty much inseparable by then. We did almost everything together. He was my best friend, and I was his.
Life was good, so very good.
"So what are you doing over the holidays dude?" Tom asked me as we walked out the gates of our elementary school, bags over our backs and glad Friday had come and gone.
"I'm going camping with my family" I replied, "It's going to be awesome. We may not have showers and stuff, but awesome" I grinned a grin that had become my trademark smile for Tom. Just for Tom. It looked sarcastic, but happy.
"Can I come with? My parents are going to England to visit my grandma" Tom said, sighing and looking up
Tom hated his grandmother. I've seen her pictures, and she's an old dried up prune of a women. She also has a medical condition, so to save time and effort, she's slightly ‘bonkers in her noggin' as Tom has said. She forgets see says things according to Tom, and tells the same stories over and over again, because she can't remember that she told them in the first place. She also sometimes doesn't recognise the family at all, and that normally just means they need to knock a second time, where she'll magicly turn into that old granny in the wood that takes you in and feeds you...for about 15 minutes.
I frowned "Harsh man. I tell you what, I'll ask my parents and you ask yours. If we get a thumbs up, sure. You should probably stay with us after that until they come back too"
"You're the best man" Tom said, that old smile of his returning to his face like lightening and knocked my shoulder playfully, which was just about starting to develop my muscles that would later be something to be proud of.
"Don't thank me yet, we still have to get through m-unit and d-unit" I said as we walked. We always walked to school since after grade five. We weren't really that far from our school, and our houses were opposite each other. Lucky coincidence. And for the slow people, m and d unit are mom and dad.
2 hours later, it was cleared. Tom could go camping with me.
Now I'm going to spend a little more time on this camp thing than I have for the rest of the time going through school, because this is important stuff. But not too much time. This isn't even the really important part. This is just explaining.
Anyway
Two days later, we were off into the wilderness that was Mother Nature. I suppose you can call me an outdoorsman. Anything outdoors works for me, and I don't really mind staying up to hike, or getting my clothes dirty or anything. That's the fun of it anyway, the whole reason you're out camping, is because your trying to avoid doing some stuff.
Besides, getting down and dirty never hurt anybody...and please don't misinterpret that statement as something pervy, because I beat you to it.
So yea, my family has it's own little favourite camping spot. I've been there a few times, a few years back. It's not too uncivilized, meaning it's got a few wooden tables, a few little huts in case someone wants to use them, a toilet...a roughed up not really used properly toilet, but you get the point, it's not just randomly in the middle of nowhere in the forest.
We unpacked as soon as we got there. Tike was only about 8 around then, so he resembled me as a youngster...well, more of a youngster. He still needed mom and dad to help him with things; I could pretty much handle myself.
"Oh no" Tom muttered out loud
I looked back at him from pitching up the tent he and I were going to share. Tike was going to stay with the parents. Tom was standing and looking in the boot of our 4X4. "What's up Tom?"
"I forgot my sleeping bag" He said, after a few moments of checking the boot once more in case he had overlooked something that was both essential for a camping trip most of the time and not exactly something you can miss while searching for it in a boot.
"That was stupid," I muttered, a bit too loud
Tom spun around and looked at me, both irritation and worry making up the emotion on his face "It was a mistake!" pouting softly
"Chill out dude" I said, although with my grin showing, a bit more amused than usual
"Now what am I going to sleep in?" Tom asked himself more than me, padding to me and flopping onto the hard ground
"That's easy, you can sleep in mine" I replied
"But then where will you sleep" He asked, looking surprised.
"In my sleeping bag"
There was a silence, and while I returned to fixing up the tent, Tom just sat there in confusion. It was a good minute or so before he finally spoke up "You lost me Spike"
"My sleeping bag is big enough for the both of us. It's too big for me anyway, Mom says I'll grow into it eventually"
"Dude, that means we'll have to sleep like, against each other"
"That a problem? Or if it makes his royal majesty feel better I can sleep on the ground with Tike's baby blanky that covers only 50% of my body"
"I heard that!" Tike yelled
"Fine whatever. I'm just saying, it's gonna be weird sleeping so close to someone" Tom said, a bit more hushed than usual
"We've been friends for seven years Tom. You're my best friend. It's not that big a deal when you think about it. It's not like we're going to start making out or anything just because we're sharing a sleeping bag" I said, laughing
Tom's face brightening into a joined laugh "Yea, that would be funny. Imagine us kissing, that would be so totally gross"
"I hear ya" I said, smiling at Tom with a small case of the giggles still in my throat
We laughed on it for a while, and Tom helped me pitch up the tent after he had done giggling his face off. After that, it had gotten pretty late, since the drive to the place was a long one, and we had left the afternoon after seeing Tom's parents off at the airport during the morning.
My family, plus Tom, sat around a campfire on little made up seats. Other fires were blazing around us from the other campers, but each little fire housed it's own little family and/or of friends alike. It's a pretty peaceful thing, being out in the wild, nothing but a few night sounds and the cool air plus warm company to keep you going. The stars in the sky. We talked and laughed and roasted marshmallows over the open fire. Tike's always got burnt until Mom supervised him.
After a fun time and a goodnight to all, the five of us separated into our respective tents.
"Dude, are those boxer's pink?" Tom asked, snickering
I blushed, and was glad he wasn't facing me "Shut up!"
"I didn't know you liked pink dude" Tom said, cracking up into a fit of laughter
I shoved him, enough to push him over, which it did "Hey!" he protested as he sat up again
"Serves you right for not shutting up. And why are you looking anyway?" I asked, putting on a pair of sleeping shorts, black ones.
"It's hard not to dude. I mean...their pink"
"What's wrong with pink?"
"It's girly"
"No it's not"
"Yes it is"
"Not"
"Is"
"Not"
"Is"
"Not"
"Is"
"Where do you come from? You're the one who told me pink was your favourite colour"
Tom blushed in his white furry cheeks "So?"
"So shut up"
Tom growled at me, turning away to get dressed for ‘bed'
I looked down at my sleeping bag. I did look pretty spacious and big, but I silently wondered then if it was really big enough. I opened it up and wiggled my body inside of it, instantly being enveloped in its warmth. As I had expected, there was a lot of space left in the thing, and after shifting slightly to one side, I convinced myself there was enough space for two bodies. It wasn't like Tom was as big as me or anything . Tom's always been smaller than me, always.
I tilted my head on the little part of the sleeping bag that meant to be a kind of pillow and then up to look at him. He was dressed now, but he fidgeted and looked...nervous.
"Tom?"
"Yea?"
"I wasn't joking when I said I'll sleep on the ground. I've done it before, and it's not that bad. I mean if you want your space and all"
"Don't be stupid" Tom muttered, crawling over to the large sleeping bag, opening it up more to his side and worming his way inside "What kind of best friend would I be if I kicked you out of your own sleeping bag?"
Tom wiggled a little inside the makeshift bed of ours "We've been together since grade one, and it looks like that isn't changing at all" he smiled at me
I smiled back and laughed, "Dude, do you have any idea how weird you sound? It sounds like we really ARE supposed to be kissing right now"
Tom scoffed "Yea right. Even if I did like boys, which is gross, the last person I would kiss is you" he snickered and gave me a challenging look
"And what's wrong with me?" I asked, a playful fake anger looking on my face
"You're so ugly, and your probably a bad kisser too" Tom said
"I bet you're worse than me." I retorted
"Shut up!"
I laughed. We both did, and we smiled.
"Thanks for sharing your sleeping bag man" Tom said after his giggles were done
"Hey, we're buds, that's what we're for" I replied "Now shut up and go to sleep"
Tom growled at me, but didn't say anymore. Tom didn't turn around like I thought he would. He let his body face mine, and leaning up a bit to reach the little pillow area of the sleeping bag. His eyes looked heavy, and they closed shut. It was like magic, he was asleep just like that.
I stared at Tom for a little bit. I've never slept with someone before, as in I've never shared a bed. As far as I can remember I've always been alone in my own bed. I was probably with my parents as a baby sometimes, but besides that, no one. It was new for me, sleeping beside someone. Tom's soft chest fur brushed against mine, since neither of us was wearing anything over our tops.
I tell you right now; I wished I had stroked his body a bit while he slept. Tom was completely and absolutely adorable like that, sleeping softly, brushed up against me. But that night, even though I felt so much warmer inside, I ignored it and closed my own drooping eyes, letting the warmth and fuzzy feeling I didn't acknowledge seep into my sleep.
The next few days of camp weren't really much to talk about, hiking, general camping, doing out door stuff, and each day ended the same, Tom and me in a sleeping bag huddling together as if trying to keep the other warm. My dad checked up on us each night to make sure we were ok. He told me, each night we would be cuddled together, presumably holding onto each other in our sleep.
The reason I'm telling you all this, is because this is probably a turning point in my life with Tom.
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But now I guess we can skip a year or two, since life was still life after that
The next point is about two years later, about a month after Tom turned 15. Both of us had remained together like always, best buds starting high school together, working their life out, starting to develop even more physically and mentally and all that shit you hear from life orientation teachers at school.
Tom, like I had thought he would, repelled from all sports completely but besides that he wasn't getting fatter...just leaner and lanky. I, with my great love of sports, started developing my muscles. Nothing hardcore really, just development from activity on the field.
No one really notices freshmen from the higher up people, but inside people were starting to take notice of me particularly. A lot of girls had started taking an interest in me by the time half the year was done of my first year of high school. But I know, they were just after my look. Apparently, I was handsome. I don't get it; I've never been anything that I thought was handsome. And I've looked in the mirror and took a long look at myself. I wasn't handsome; I just had muscles for them to swoon over like sheep.
Anyway, it was round about the time when Tom was helping me with homework. Little deal we made, he'd help me with homework, and I'd be grateful. I know it doesn't sound like much of a deal, but Tom didn't mind helping me. I think he even liked it.
"You done yet?"
"Yea" I said, closing one of my boring and oversized textbooks and pushed it aside "Thanks again for helping, wouldn't have understood it fast enough without you"
Tom smiled from my bed "No prob" he paused looked down at his feet, then at me again "Hey Spike?"
I turned around from my chair, spinning one on of those spinning chairs and looked at him. "What?"
"I need to talk to you about something serious." Tom said, his face changing to suit ‘serious' mode.
"Uh...sure, what about?" I asked, looking confused
Tom looked down at his feet again, as if I was supposed to know already and his feet were some sort of hint at what he was getting at. I noticed his body tense up, and this made me worry. Was something wrong?
Then Tom looked up, straight into my eyes and blurted out "I'm gay"
...
Now, two things. First, I supposed at the time I didn't look as surprised as I should have. Here was my best friend coming out to me, and my face was blank. Second, was something nagged at my head...
Why was he telling ME specifically? You know, when someone comes out to you, and you're the same sex, something just automatically things something. If you hate them, I guess you go ballistic. For those who don't...there's this feeling you get. Some automatic brainwaves goes through you
‘Is he telling me because he likes me?'
I did my best to find an answer, what I came up with wasn't exactly smart "And?"
Tom blinked at me, his turn to be confused "...you're not scared or mad?"
"No"
"Oh...I thought you would be"
"Why?"
"Well...you know...homophobes and shit...they beat up people like me...and..." the feline paused again "So you're ok with it?"
"..." I sent that through my brain. Was I ok with it? "Yes"
"That's good" Tom smiled, visibly relaxing
"But...why are you telling me?" I asked, not meaning to say it, but I couldn't help myself
Tom could tell why I was asking, anyone could "Don't worry. It's not because I like you. It's because you're my best friend...and you deserve to know...and I didn't want to lose our friendship"
I smirked, feeling I needed to lighten the mood a bit "What's wrong with me?"
Tom smirked right back "Oh nothing, nothing. You're just not gay"
I raised a brow at him, that statement seemed suggestive "So if I was?" I wiggled my brows "Am I good on a gay standard?" why I wanted to know, I'm not sure.
"If you were, I wouldn't have had trouble telling you" the feline grinned "And there really isn't anything wrong with you. You are, as the girls are saying, a catch."
"Really" I stood and went to go sit by him, putting my arm around his shoulders "Well, as long as you don't rape me in my sleep, your still my best friend for life"
Tom chuckled and shoved my side "I value my life too much"
"Yea well, if anyone gives you trouble you just call me and I'll kick their ass" I said, growling to show my canines
"Won't that make people think you're my boyfriend or something? Can Spike handle that kind of damage to his rep?" He asked, grinning just like he did when he was a child, no cares in the world and completely innocent.
"Eh, if anything it will get the girls off my back"
Tom laughed, then went silent "Thanks"
"For what?"
"For not freaking out, beating me up and staying my friend"
"That's what buds are for Tom, it's what we're for" I said, smiling. "Your not gonna start wearing skirts and makeup are you?" I asked, looking a little more serious again.
"Hell no" He half shouted, "I am getting my ears pierced though. That allowed on you fag tolerance list?"
"As long as they not rainbow earrings, and don't call yourself fag" I said, shoving him "Don't want to draw attention to you do we? Can't save your butt all the time can I?"
"No DAD" Tom muttered
I punched his arm, and we laughed together.
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The day Tom came out to me...subconsciously one of the happiest days of my life.
Now we'll skip 3 more years into the future. If you do this, you'll pretty much get to the present with me.
But there is probably something you should know about me before we go on.
I'm gay too
And I've had a crush on Tom since I turned 17.
A HELL of a crush.
But, I've never told him. I don't know why, I just haven't. I think it's because I'm just plain out awkward with those kinds of things. I'm not exactly sure how you admit your feelings to someone...
I wished I could be like Tom.
He had plucked up the courage to tell me he's gay, and he risked his friendship.
I can't even tell him I think he's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, with the most beautiful eyes and soft fur and the cutest little thing in the god damn world. I can't tell him how happy it makes me when he's near me, or how seeing him just makes me break out in a big grin. I can't tell him how he makes my short stubby little tail wag like there's no tomorrow, my heartbeat like it's trying to generate electricity and my insides knot up like a present's bow. I just can't bloody tell him.
I couldn't tell him when I first held him close to me, when he cried after one of his other friends had gone homophobic on him and I, as I had promised, kept him safe. I couldn't tell him when I held him close the second time when cries in my arms while he overheard his parents talking about their son's ‘peculiar' behaviour of late.
Some tough guy I am....
"So, what do you think?" Tom asked me, looking nervous as he sat on my bed, book below him on my covers.
I was typing on my computer, a school assignment "Tom, I'm not your gay dating expert" I replied, trying to say the sentence while holding a tone that said that I gave a damn, as was not grossed out by it.
"Well, He's new and all. I was just asking if you think I have a shot..." Tom said, letting his feet sway idly as he sat on the bed's edge
I bit my lip...
Tom was doing the single most insulting thing he could ever do to me, without knowing.
He was talking about dating another guy...to me, the guy that's had wet dreams about the feline numerous times. Let me tell you, it BURNS when someone talks about liking someone else and you've been crushing on him for almost a year.
"I don't know Tom. I can't tell if people are gay or not, or if they like other people. I'm not that kind of person." I paused, turned around on that turning chair of mine "But as a best friend, I think you have just about as much chance as anyone. Maybe more. You're a great guy Tom, you'll make someone happy"
...Too bad it's not me...
Tom smiled "You're just saying that" the feline looked to the side and smiled "Jerry..."
Jerry...that name made the green monster of jealousy inside me rage and cry out in frustration and claw at my insides trying to break out and want to turn God damn Jerry into a bloody pulp.
Jerry transferred from Canada a month a two ago, right in the middle of the school year. He's a mouse, brown fur, brown eyes, brown head hair. His arrival on our school scene sent a major shockwave. The girls can't get enough of him. And the population of the gay guys are busy drooling over him like he's some kind of God of everything pretty and gorgeous!
Tom shouldn't even be going after someone like him. That bastard didn't care about Tom, no where near the way I cared about him. He didn't care about anyone in the damn school! He just cared about his damn self. He's just one big egomaniac, a big jackass and a royal pain in the butt. MY butt to be specific.
He just HAS to be pretty and attractive and good looking and apparently have a nice personality and he's a charmer and a player. Big flippen deal!
I stared at Tom...I stared at how he smiled and stared into space, giggling like I girl and no doubt thinking of ‘him'
...
...
Why couldn't he do that for me...
...
...
The days passed quickly for me. Time lost its value completely. I started losing track of the dates as the work of life and school weighted on me. And each day, my heart cried giant tears as it was ripped further and further apart.
Tom hadn't been joking about trying.
He was trying, really trying to get Jerry's attention. He tried during some of the classes they had together, he tried during lunchtime. He tried anytime he could get. Jerry would just let him do whatever. If Tom tried to talk, his responses would be short and bored. If Tom wanted to sit near him, Jerry would just ignore him. It's like he didn't even know Tom existed at all.
He had even gone to a party just in hopes of bumping into him ‘accidentally'
And I went with...no way was I leaving Tom alone for something that stupid...and no way was I going to let Tom DO anything stupid.
When I think about it, I'm more of his bodyguard then his best friend sometimes. Even since ‘he' came along, we've been hanging out less and less. He's been talking to me less, he's been shooting down my hang out ideas and even the time we spent together, Jerry would come up somehow. I know it sounds clingy and possessive, but can you blame me? Tom wasn't thinking with his head. All I wanted...was to have the old Tom back again...was that so much to ask? I wanted my special loveable energetic smiling kitten back
"Spike?"
"Huh?" I blinked, looking around in confusion
"You ok man? You been sitting here out of it and looking really bored" Tom said, looking concerned.
I blinked again. Where the hell was I? Oh...I'm still at that party...Damn
People all around me were buzzing and talking, dancing. The music bursting from the speakers of the person's, whoever it was throwing the party, giant speakers. Some rich kid probably. The place smelt like alcohol. Not something I'd love doing.
"I'm fine," I said, looking down to make out the chair and table I was sitting it. There were a few chairs beside me as well...and they all smelt like girls...I must have shooed them off at some point.
"You sure?" Tom asked again, shouting a little bit, his fur a different colour in the multicoloured lights that shone above us. It made me a little happier, knowing that Tom still cared about me while he was looking for Jerry.
"Yea" I replied, trying to look at least a little interested in...this bullshit.
"Well, if you say so...I'm just going to go over and talk to Jerry alright?"
Jerry...there's the bastards name again, my teeth grinded and gritted together as I forced myself not to growl, "Hey, it's a party, do whatever you want Tom. Don't worry about me." I smirked
Tom hesitated, then nodded and scampered off away into the crowd. I watched him go, till the swish of his white tipped tail vanished from my sight. I sighed, loudly, and put on my best ‘don't bother me if want to keep your head screwed on neck' face.
I was pissed. So very pissed.
"WILL YOU JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!"
My mind snapped to work at once. That was Jerry's voice... he said faggot...
Oh Fuck...
The place around me had gone still at the shout. The music had stopped abruptly; people were starting to crowd around something...or someone. I was off my seat and pushing my way through the crowd with a lot more force than I thought I should be using faster than I knew what I was doing.
As I shoved, I heard the conversation go on "What the hell's your problem? Don't you know when someone doesn't give a damn about you? Or are you really that pathetic?"
I growled as I heard more "Your just a dirty faggot boy. You're a loser, you're worthless. Your nothing to everyone. You're a waste of space."
My temper raised at an alarming rate "Your scum..." my ears twitching with each word that came out. My eyes darkened with rage as I reached the edge of the little ring surrounding Tom and Jerry.
Jerry was looking smugly and hatefully at Tom, and Tom...was on the verge of tears, just standing there.
Then someone came from behind Jerry, some horse, and pushed Tom down on the ground. They laughed, everyone around laughed...and Tom couldn't take anymore. He cried...his beautiful eyes clouded with heavy tears of sorrow...
‘Mother fucking asshole!'
I was at Tom's side within a blink of an eye. I knelt down and tried to help Tom up, but he wouldn't let me, he just stayed on the ground.
"You ok?" I asked softly, all eyes switching to me.
Tom didn't answer, he just looked away and sobbed more, tears rolling down his cheeks fast as a waterfall. My fists balled as my anger burned inside of me. I stood and turned to face Jerry and the unnamed horse who was clearly just one of the mouse's lakies. Or his fucktoy
I snarled at the mouse "Look what you did" I muttered out, my tone scary and tormenting.
Jerry wasn't fazed at all "Aww, did I hurt your boyfriend?"
There was a series of gasps along the crowd. Most of them from girls, who no doubt did not want to believe that. I DID want to believe it, god above I did. But what I wanted more was to hurt someone so bad they would need serious hospitalisation.
"No, you hurt my best friend" I muttered
"Then you're as bad as that cocksucker" Jerry announced loud enough for all to here and see. There was a trail of ‘Oooo' in the spectators, finding my anger, and Tom's pain amusing and entertaining. I hated it, I hated it so much.
"Least I'm not as bad as you" I said, heartlessly. The horse approached...
*WHAM!*
And down he went. I kicked him as hard as I could in he balls. No point in fussing over someone that didn't matter, just get them out of the way. Jerry looked a little scared now. He had no wall to hide behind. His defence was gone and down for the count.
"The only reason I haven't done this sooner was because Tom was drooling all over you. Now that you've proven you don't give a shit like I thought you did, I have my permission to beat the crap out of you" I pounded my fist into my other paw, and Jerry gulped, "You have no. Freaking. Idea how much I've wanted to do this"
"What's going on here!" Someone shouted and appeared from outside the ring of people staring at us like we were a freakshow.
The voice belonged to a rather skanky dressed lemur girl. My guess: the host.
Everyone turned to her. She had become the judge of what happened. She held the power. It was her house, her money and her stuff.
She looked at Tom trying to dry his tears, then at Jerry who looked more secure know that someone else was involved then at me looking like I was about to kill someone.
She pointed at me, assuming I was some drunken idiot looking for a fight "Get out before you break something"
I hesitated. I really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY wanted to punch someone's face in. But out the corner of my eye I saw Tom, laying on the ground, dejected and lonely. The urge to comfort him was a lot bigger.
With a snarl and a growl with as much hatred and anger I could put in it, I turned around, picked up Tom because he didn't look like he was moving anywhere without it, and left the party as fast as I could without looking in a hurry
Good ridden to bad rubbish
Tom changed after that
Drastically
As the weeks went by, I noticed it. His smiles started to fade and diminish. His time with me plunged even more. He spent a lot of time alone after all that. He was totally over Jerry now, thank god. But this was a bigger problem
Tom was starting to go...into depression. We all seen it right? They tell you it ok and stuff, but it's really not and they're hiding something from you
Taking for granted, I knew why. But what can I do? I'm an insecure bulldog with issues of his own.
I told myself I could do nothing but support him. That is...
Until...
That one day...
It was a normal Saturday, normal as could be. Yep, normally normal. Perfectly normal
I was visiting Tom, because I had enough of ‘Tom alone time' and wanted to check up on him. A short walk across the street. Brisk easy strides, taking my time, no hurry whatsoever.
I didn't need to knock; I knew they hid a spare key inside a potted plant just outside the door. I unlocked the door and went inside, keeping quiet. Tom's parents weren't home. They wouldn't be at this hour, and their cars weren't outside. I was about to call for Tom...
But then I heard something.
It sounded lick a mix between pain and sobbing...and it was coming from the downstairs bathroom.
Panic filled me insintly. What the hell was going on? Causiously I padded softly to the bathroom door, trying to keep quiet inside there as a burglar or something. One can't be too careful.
The door was slightly ajar, so I leaned against it and looked through the gap.
What I saw, filled me with so much horror and sorrow that it torn my heart in two.
Tom...was cutting.
I couldn't believe it... my best friend...was self harming.....and I didn't even know. I never though Tom would do something like that. I could see it wasn't the first as well. In a split second I noticed the tell tale scars next to the fresh would he was making on his arm.
...That did explain why he had been wearing longer close lately...
Why hadn't I seen this? Why? Why? Why? I'm his best friend, I'm supposed to be supporting him.
‘We're best buds for life'
The words I said echoed through my head, mocking and taunting me, showing me just how much I've failed. Not myself, but Tom. I failed him.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING DOING!?" I shouted, not thinking as Tom looked at me with shock in his eyes. Those eyes...they looked so terror stricken and vulnerable, agony clouding them. The sparkle was gone...
I snapped. I wasn't taking this shit from myself anymore. I don't care what the hell I needed to do, but I was going to make him better or die trying.
Tom stared scared at me, like I was going to hurt him further "Spike...it's not-"
"-What I think? What is it then? Tell me!" I shouted, unable to control my emotions enough.
Tom looked down at the blade he had been using to cut himself, pondering something I would never know. He took it away from him "You don't understand"
"Then help me understand!" I said, toning down a little and padding closer to him.
Tom flinched and shifted backward "Life's n-not perfect you know! We can't all be lucky"
"The fuck are you talking about?" I said
"You don't know!"
"Then goddamn let me know!"
Tom backed into a corner, against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom "I'm not worth living"
"What?" I said, dumbly
"No one loves me Spike. My parents don't love me. Jerry doesn't love me. No one in this world love me? Why should I care?"
"Tom, you ASS!" I said, walking closer to him, closing in and blocking anyway he could run away "Are you turning into a stupid dumb pussy because JERRY of all fucking people didn't want you?"
Tom stared at me, hard "...I...loved him" he said weakly, almost a whisper
"Bull! Shit!" I said "You don't love him! You just think he's pretty and attractive because he's got all the moves and the looks and all that other crap" a lot of stuff was starting to come out now, stuff I've wanted to say for a while...
"...Leave me...alone" Tom said finally, feebly and trying to find a way to escape me.
No way I was letting him. I grabbed him in a death lock. He struggled against me "L-let go!"
"What the hell is wrong with you Tom?"
He just struggled, keeping his eyes shut and turning away from me
"I'm not letting you do this to yourself"
"Stop it...no one lo-"
"I LOVE YOU GOD DAMMIT TOM!" I shouted. It burst out, I just couldn't take it anymore...it sorta felt nice, to admit it, to get it off my chest, off my shoulders.
...Fixing Tom wasn't possible without him knowing the truth.
Tom turned his head to me in shock, eyes wide "...B-But...you're just saying"
"I'm not Tom. Listen. To. Me. I love you, I love you so fucking much" I stared hard and confident into his own wide ones, begging him to believe me.
Tom stopped struggling in my grip, so I softened it. He stared at me, blankly for a while.
I looked down as I felt something wet touching a part of my arm. Blood.
"...Hold still" I didn't let go of him, and sort of dragged/carried him to the medicine cabinet. I opened it and took out the first aid box his family carried for emergencies. I took some cotton wool out and some bandages out. I dabbed it in disinfectant and started cleaning his, slightly dripping now, wound.
He stiffened and winced at the pain.
"Hurts doesn't it? Hope that reminds you why your not supposed to cut yourself" I said, a little grudgy still.
Carefully I wrapped the bandage around that, and the other scars from before to hide them...there were about 4 of them that I could make out...I wondered how long he had been doing this...how long had he been suffering...it made me want to cry.
Tom said nothing, he just watched me, an unsure look on his face.
I picked him up properly, since he seemed to limb, and carried him all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom, having to kick the door open because I didn't want to let go of time for even a second.
I sat him down on his bed, taking an idle glance it his room. His walls were mostly bare besides the paint. There was a desk for his own computer, a little bookcase of books he liked to reed, a cupboard and a queen-sized bed. It was his parents old one. All in all, Tom had a pretty bland room. Not like mine was any better.
I sat besides him, trying to formulate words. I had calmed down enough to realized I just confessed, and was trying to deal with it. "..Tom..."
"Did you mean it?" He interrupted
I blinked "Did I mean what?"
"That you love me"
I blushed, deep crimson red, afraid he was going to ask that.
"...Well...no point in denying it now after I just had a episode" I said with a sheepish smile "Yea, I did"
For the first time in weeks, Tom smiled. It was a small smile, but it was a smile. And then he latched onto me, hugging me tightly and desperately. Tears started slowly welling up in his green eyes, and fell down his cheeks.
I think I blushed deeper, but I hugged him back, petting his back softly "Hey, hey. Don't cry. You're so much more prettier and cute when you smile"
If my arm were available I would have slapped it in front of my mouth. Did I just say that? Oh who cares, he knows already.
Tom didn't stop, he just held me tighter and nuzzled my chest, making my shirt wet in the process. All I really could do was hold him...
This is where the healing started. For the next few days, were inseparable again. Tom wanted to be around me all the time he could, any moment he could get of me, he would take. Weather it was helping me with my homework again, good thing too cause I needed that, or just talking about random stuff while we sat in his room. Hanging it with each other at breaks again, hanging out after school doing whatever we felt like doing.
...
It felt so nice, to have Tom back with me...he still didn't smile and act totally like he did before, but each day his smiles would brighten and would come around easier, as if some battle inside of him he was losing was gradually being won again from some kind of miracle.
One thing we didn't speak about though, Is what we were to teach other now. Ever since my little outburst, neither Tom or me felt comfortable talking about it...but that's what I think. I defiantly wasn't, for sure.
But I was glad, that he knew how I felt.
And one would think we would just dive into being lovey dovey and all couply. And to tell you the truth, when no one was around, which was often since Tom and me usually spent it somewhere private out of his own wishes. We kinda did act like a couple.
After Tom finished helping me with my work, I would sit bored or his or my bed, and he would innocently crawl into my lap, wrap his arms around me and hug me tightly. And I would hug back softly, petting and caressing him gently. He never said a thing; he just hugged me like I was a lifeline. As if I was the only reason he had to live anymore. Though, I have to admit, it always got me a bit hard whenever he did that. But can you blame me? He was sitting his cute little rump right in my lap. What did you expect?
Sometimes, he would fall asleep too. That always confused me; it was always pretty early when he did this, but sometime during him sitting in my lap, I would find his eyes closed and his breath slower, still desperately clinging onto me like a frightened kid all over again.
And most times, all times, I would just kiss his forehead secretly, slipping us both under his or my covers and lay with him until he eventually let go of me enough for me to escape. Not that I wanted to, but if I was at Tom's I couldn't just sleep over like that. If he was over by me, which happened once or twice, I'd just have to sleep with him during the night. Not that I minded one little bit, sleeping with Tom was always nice. His fur as always so soft, and it reminded me of that camping trip were we had to share a bed each time.
Surprisingly, My parents didn't mind this at all. They said they always suspected something like this would happen. Both of them watched the two of us grow up together, and somehow they must have noticed we were a little bit more special to each other then just best friends. So they didn't mind letting Tom sleep over, or supporting over his little rough patch.
Sammy was a little disturbed though, being 13 and just starting High school himself. I just shoved him over and said "Think of it this way Tike, now the ladies can focus on you now, ALL of them"
Tike just blushed at that and mumbled "Whatever". He took after me when it came to figure, but I was always going to be his bigger brother. "As long as you don't do any ‘stuff' with guys in my room"
"Spike?"
I shook myself from my thoughts and looked down at a tomcat smiling shyly at me. It was just one of those days, he was in my lap once more, and I didn't mind that one bit. It was around late evening, and I think we'd been sitting there for half an hour. It was Friday, just after school and Tom had asked to just hang out. I could never for the life of me say no. The sun was still up, but it showed sighs of going down in the next hour of or since it dimmed ever so slightly by each passing second. My house this time.
"Yea?"
"What are we?" He asked, looking curious
"What do you mean" I replied, my own curiosity peaking"
"Are we...like, together now?" Tom asked, his voice unclear but I could sense a sense of hope in them
I smiled gently and quickly left an affectionate peck on his nose "Well, I'd like to think that, do you?"
Tom nodded, rather energetically "You're always here for me Spike, you dealt with all the crap I went through, and you never gave up on me...and you brought me back from the dead after I died for the stupidest reason..."
"That's what secret crushes do Tom, they help you all the time and be really friendly because seeing the other one getting hurt breaks their heart and anyone who tries is gonna get a face full of kick ass" I replied, rather stupidly
"...Yea...you're always here..." Tom said, thoughtful
I grinned a coy grin, glad we were approaching the subject "So, how about I start calling you boyfriend, hmm?"
The feline smiled and nuzzled further into my chest "I think I'd like that too"
I cupped his cheeks with my paws, stroking one of them with my thumb for a little bit, just staring straight into his big green eyes. Just like emeralds, a precious jewel that I never want to break.
And then I kissed him...and god it felt so damn good. My very first kiss...and I served it for just the right special person. My eyes closed slowly as I melted into it, sucking gently on his soft lips with pent up passion I had been saving for a long time. Tom's arms circled round me slowly, leaning upper and opened his maw, letting me dig my tongue inside for the gold.
He submitted all dominance to me instantly, letting me command the depth of our lip lock. Put simply I ravaged his mouth with my tongue, sucking and licking over everything my broad tongue could. It sent shivers how wonderful it felt to have his sandpapery tongue rub and suck on mine in return. My paws drifted downward to his waist, pulling him as close to me as possible. Soft wet noises echoed around us as we made out.
I broke away for air, and smiled like a fool at him. And he smiled just the same smile.
"That was worth waiting for..." I whispered, our lips only inches away from each other, I didn't need to speak loudly.
"I'm such an idiot" Tom muttered "I went and chased after someone who doesn't give a shit about me, and here I had a perfectly good stud of a dog as my best friend no less waiting for me" he smiled, and blushed "...Sorry I'm so much trouble"
"It's ok, we all make mistakes Tom. We all have to..." I smirked "Though it did cut me in two having to hear you talk about him all the time"
"I'm sorry, I'll talk about you from now on, better?" Tom replied, pressing a bit forward and rubbing his pink little nose against my own black one. It tickled a little.
"I'm just happy you're done with all the drama" I gazed at his perfect body "And in my arms..."
"I should do something to repay you, though. For putting up with me" Tom said, suggestively with a wink
I raised a brow, interest greatly aroused, among other things "Depends what the payment is"
"Me" Tom said with no hesitation "Your payment is me"
"I've already got you kitten" I said. It may sound pretty lame, but I've been aching to call tom that. My kitten.
"No, I meant me, to do whatever you want with me" Tom said with a soft little giggle and another pink blush.
I smirked evilly at the feline "Wellll...you sitting your rump directly on my crotch almost every day is a bit of torture" my grin turned a little downward "But...you sure? I mean, this is all pretty fast"
"If I wasn't I wouldn't have offered puppy" I smiled widely, being called puppy really turned me on for some reason. My length stirred inside its sheath "And you've waited more than enough for me, with drama attached...it's time that I reward you"
A white furred paw came down, and gently rubbed my crotch. I murred at it, having my sensitive area rubbed against two pieces of, suddenly, very tight fabric.
He leaned up to kiss me again, while his paw made to undo my jeans, unzipping them slowly and taking a firm grip of my balls, rolling them around in my boxers. He smiled as he looked at them "Got some big balls down there..." he said softly.
I moaned, needs starting to form in my body as my red tip started poking it's way out of it's sheath prison, slowly crawling out.
The feline pulled my boxers down easily, and took another firm grip of my balls, toying with them like a ball of yarn "You are big...makes me wonder what your cock is like" Tom whispered, as he leaned up and lapped against my neck, a softy purr ringing from his throat.
I donno what is about that purr. But it just turned me on so damn much. It was like a sound wave had travelled straight down from ears to my groin, and shook it up so much. I growled softly in pleasure, my length growing and hardening rapidly. Tom watched with hypnotised eyes as I grew out.
If you count my knot, which had just popped out, I'm 12 inches long, and 11 without it and 1.5 inches wide, with my knot it's about 2. Tom watched as it pulsed and twitched for attention, red and tall. "You're really big..." he said, reaching out almost jerkily and grabbing it in his paw, making me murr some more.
His paw pads slid and massaged my length as he stroked it gently in his milky paws. My head leaned back as endured it all, the pleasure was maddening and he was only pawing me off! I shut my eyes and focused on my breathing a little. Each breath brought a delightful scent of pure Tom. This feline was very aroused. Tom licked his lips as he stared hungrily at my meaty pole. His paw worked faster of my member. Pre already began glistening my tip, and dripped down slowly.
I gasped in shocked pleasure as I suddenly felt a rough tongue over my tip, licking and lapping away at it slowly, cleaning up the pre as it started to drool out. That purr of his vibrated from his tongue and onto my cock, little quakes of ecstasy when it slid over my tip.
"I love your musk Spike" Tom said softly "It's so masculine" I bit my lip as I felt a pair of lips take my shaft in, a sudden warmth covering the tip as he circled his tongue round and round it. Moan after moan broke free of my lips in appreciation, and I opened my eyes in a haze to watch him work. His muzzle sunk lower and lower over me, making more of my length disappear into the cave of wonders that was his maw.
Tom opened up a rather rusty tap as he went lower, more and more of my pre leaking out and ready to licked up. He didn't take all of it in at first, as he started bobbing his head slowly, each one pressed my cock deeper inside till I felt his nose bump against my pubic hair, and I slightly worried he might choke. Only slightly, because the other 95% of me was too busy thinking a barrage of naughty things. All the things I've thought of doing with Tom, tons of things.
"Uhh..." His breath felt so wonderful, nursing my cock with it's effect, and soon I found myself very gently bucking into his maw. I reached down and petted Tom between his ears. He looked up at me, smiling around my arousal and began working faster by the slightest bit, more as time went one. But time seemed to be spanning on forever in that one moment.
"Mmmm" Went the tomcat, going from base to tip with relative ease now and paced fast, slip heavily coating my member. I took a grip of his head, feeling the softness of his fur brushing my paws. Tom nodded at me, as if giving me permission for something I never asked. But I understood anyway. I bucked again and held his head, moving it lower. Over and over I fucked his muzzle gently, then faster, then harder. Making sure my own needs were met, though I'm pretty sure Tom's were too.
When I felt a funny muffed sound, I loosened my grip on his head, and pulled him off me, my cock twitching and begging for the heat to return "Something wrong?" I half said, half panted out, trying to calm myself enough to speak.
"No...just, hold still" Tom replied seductively as I completely let go of his head. Slowly he pulled his shirt over his head, slowly showing me his toned lanky chest, and it occurred to me that besides my pants being unzipped and my boxers a little down, we were both pretty much still dressed. It still amazed me how Tom could look so much like he ran every single day. Maybe he did. I reached out to stroked it gently, a long roll of purr coming as my reward, as he slid off his jeans completely, throwing them aside. Tom wasn't wearing boxers; instead, he wore a speedo that had a bulge in it. Tom did say he liked swimming, but I didn't know he swam often. That must have been how he kept so thin.
But that slid off pretty soon before I could really admire it. Tom's arousal stood up straight at what I'm guessing was 8.5 inches, a few little prickles around the tip. He then worked at my clothes, pulling off the sporty tank top I had on and leaned forward to kiss and lick my chest as he pulled my jeans off. His tongue toyed with my nipples, sucking on the knobs till they hardened, earning many loud moans and growls of pleasure from me. My boxers slid off fast, and there we were, naked like they day we were born.
Tom crawled more into my lap again, kissing his way up from between my pecs, to my neck and then to my lips, giving them several licks and kisses. His paws kneeled the muscle on my arms gently while I caressed his back, pulling him closer again at the same time.
"Have you...done this before?" I asked in barely a voice, a blush staining my cheeks
Tom shook his head and kissed me again "Na, total virgin"
"It sure feels like you know what your doing" I replied, leaning forward and hungrily attacked his lips
Tom giggled and blushed in return "Thank porn"
I chucked with a smile "Is this how the classic big dom and little sub go?"
Tom grinned and "Well, you're definitely big enough to be that hunky porn star fucking the brain out of some lucky other guy" he rubbed our noses together softly, paws reaching to stroke long my flanks. I noticed he wasn't completely sitting in my lap; he was hovering above it a little. Smirking as I did it, I prodded his ass a little with a finger, and stuck it inside. Tom gasped in surprise and moaned, leaning closer to me while I gently fingered him "Gotta prep you a bit, don't I?" I said. Tom smiled and nodded a little. After I though I had opened him up enough, I growled as dominantly and sexily as I could "Now how about you give your puppy a ride, hmm?"
I groaned as he started rubbing his pucker up against my tip, teasing me almost effortlessly. His male scent was heavier and closer now, and was starting to mix with mine, which made an ever more arousing aroma. I pressed my nose to his chest and inhaled deeply, drugging myself the best I could in that wonderful smell that was sending me further and further into a hyper horny high.
I swear I almost blacked out from pure pleasure as he started sitting down on me, pushing my cock tip inside his tight little virgin hole, a low dragging moaning coming from the owner.
"G-god! Your so damn...tight Tom..." I rasped out as my cock once again disappeared inside a tight wet cavern. His insides squeezed around me, fighting my entrance slightly as it slid deeper up his ass. My tongue lolled out of my side as he hilted himself, his ass sitting on my ‘not yet blessed by kitty ass' knot.
He rose of my shaft and sat down again. His arms took a hold of my shoulder as he steadied himself, rising and falling over my cock slowly. His head leaned back as he moaned. My cocked leaked fast now, pre starting to coat his anal walls as he fucked himself all over it.
Tom's cock was now being pressed between my chest and his, wedged tightly and being forced to rub against both our abs. I could tell he loved that, that and having his ass stuffed with dog cock, as he moaned louder in need of pleasuring and jumped faster over my member.
I felt a buck coming on and I grabbed his thighs, humping up into his ass. Tom moaned and stopped moving his tight rump. I smiled, and began humping my cock up into his ass. Both our moans filled my room quickly, each thrust bringing a new one out. My paws held tight on his hips, pulling them down as I bucked up to push myself as deep as I could go. He hopped and up down my length like a he was on a trampoline.
Then I heaved myself up, pushing him down onto his back with me over him. I smiled down at him and kiss his lips gently. He smiled back as his pink blush turned to a rosy one in his white cheeks. He looks oh so adorable and fuckable with that cute little shy and sheepish smile; I couldn't resist him if I wanted to
"Your mine now" I whispered
"And glad" he replied, whimpering as I dug my cock in his ass again, working back into a steady thrusting. My knot pounded against his ass, over and over while my cock ploughed deep, hitting his prostate again and again, making him yip and squeal with delight.
I was dangerously close now, I could feel my balls tensing and getting ready to open the floodgates. Quickly I reached down and rapidly pawed my lover's cock, humping it fast in my paw. Tom shouted in pleasure, reduced to a horny puddle of kitty.
With a final thrust, I crushed my cock inside of him, knot and all and howled in pleasure as I came, my hot seed pumping itself into his ass like a hose, splashing his inside white and only getting milked further as Tom squeezed around it. As I was cumming my load, Tom came soon after with his own littler groaning whimper, ropes of his pearly cum jetting from his cock and landing on both of our chest and some on my paw.
I collapsed onto him when my flow subsided, panting hard. I only noticed then that we were sweating. Tom was gasping for breath, his chest going up and down against mine trying to pump oxygen inside. His cum mixed between our chests, and I could feel my own dripping out of tiny cracks beside where my knot tied us together in his tailhole, dripping down his cheeks and staining the bed sheet.
I tried to sit up even a little bit, and looked at him. With the cum covering his chest and his soft fur, the cute little blush and that submissive tired smile of pleasure across his lips...Tom looked...utterly beautiful. Especially how the light was shining on him form the closed window, the sun was dimming more and more, hiding its rays for tomorrow's bright new day.
I leaned down and rested his chest again, licked his neck lovingly. Tom tilted his head down at me, that smile still there, and softly whispered "So...hot...so...awesome"
"Yea" I replied, just as soft. Wiggling my hips a bit, I smirked a bit more "Looks like you're not going anywhere...for a little while"
"Guess I'm sleeping over then" Tom replied, sounding very pleased with the idea.
I chuckled, in many ways the old cub Tom was back. He was playful, if anything that had happened in the fast few moments had to say about it. He was adorable, even more so than usual to me. And he was smiling, wide and seemingly undying.
I reached for the covers and pulled them over us quickly. There was little wet patch in the, and another one was probably going to grow overnight in the sheets if my cum continued to drip out. I smiled and kissed him gently and tenderly with tame passion. Tom kissed back, tired out as his eyes started to droop and fall. Just like he always did in the past few days, he was fast asleep in no time.
I admired Tom as he slept so peacefully and secure. His arms had wrapped around me in an embrace, and I did the same while slowly and carefully rolling around so he laid on top of me. I kissed his forehead and let sleep take me as well soon after.
Many people say Dogs chase cats and cats chase mice. But I'm not sure that saying implies what the one plans on doing to the other while they finally catch them...
Either way. I caught Tom...and I was never ever letting him go.
And so, Tom and Jerry has officially been twisted by me, even know I know someone else must have done it before me. Not much to say on this one besides I'm more of less proud of it.
I think it was a little rushed, but I'll leave that up to you people when you read it to judge.
Rate and give commentary won't you please? I need all the help I can get to get better you know.
Tanks for reading
Chao! =)