Frozen in Time
It was the year 2009 A.D. and it was a perfectly rainy, grey, crummy afternoon in September, and a lone raccoon named Richie was trudging his was towards only his 3rd day of senior year. He kicked a soda can out of his path and flicked his cigarette onto the tarmac in front of a passing car. He was dressed in tight skinny jeans and a black t-shirt announcing the name of some obscure band that somehow mistook mindless screaming for music. His hair was black with long bangs and neon blue streaks. His $300 sneakers and expensive Swiss watch, as well as the brand new skateboard under his arm, told the rest of the world that his family was obviously not starving. He got flack for it from his friends, they called him Richie Rich, but he really didn't care. It was when they called him on being a fag that it really bothered him. He knew they were only joking, but what if they really found out?
He stepped through the doors of the Leonard Furrball High gymnasium just as the bell rang.
His first class was Phys. Ed. He walked into the locker room where the rest of his class were already changing into T-Shirts and Sweatpants. He turned his back to the rest of them as he modestly changed into his sportswear. Locked his locker and walked out into the gym and began running the laps required at the beggining of each class. After the first three or four laps he felt his heart racing and his breath wheezed heavily. He silently cursed that last cigarette right before class. He reached into his pocket while still on the run, and to his horror, felt that his athsma inhaler wasn't there. "It must have fallen back into my locker when I took my sweats out!" He thought. He started to panic for breath so he came to an abrupt halt, and headed back towards the change rooms. He dug through his gym bag until he finally found his inhaler. He took a deep haul off of it and immediately started to feel better. He decided to skip Phys. Ed. and hang out in the library. He changed back into his street clothes and headed out the back way towards the library. The light drizzle of rain had become a downpour. He decided to have another smoke and tucked himself into a dry corner. (He was a pack a day smoker at 17). He reached into his pocket for his smokes and felt a twinge of pain in his left arm... He drew out a cigarette and was promptly hit by lightning.
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Richie's head was swimming. The only thing he remembered was being very, very hot... then people yelling... and now all he knew was that he was freezing cold. He, with great difficulty tried to focus his eyes on the room around him... but when his eyes finally did adjust he found himself in a very medical looking room being lowered into a tub of lukewarm bathwater. He tried to speak. "Wha.. What's.. Going...?"
"He's conscious! We did it!" He heard an authoritative voice call.
A kitten in pink nurse's scrubs knelt down beside his tub with a small touch screen clipboard. "Honey, do you know who you are? Maybe where you are?" She had a southern accent and was very pretty.
The receding cold was making it easier to speak... and think. "My... My name is Richard. Richard Carson. Where am I?"
The nurse looked at him with soft, almost pitying eyes and said "Honey, this is gonna be a real big shock to your system, but this is the year 3101. You were frozen."
Richie's memory had almost fully come back by this point. "I... died?" He asked.
The kitten nodded. "Your parents arranged long ago in your time for your entire family to be cryogenically frozen until a cure was found for whatever they'd died of."
"Are... Are they here?" Richie asked, still in disbelief, though he did remember the months of discussion between his parents on whether or not to go through with it. He just couldn't recall if they really had. He supposed that it did.
"Awe, sweetie, I'm sorry. Your daddy didn't make it to the freezing station in time and your momma still ain't unfrozen yet. Harder to find a cure for ripe old age than it is for a lightning strike, I suppose. How're your fingers and toes feelin', honey?"
"Uh... fine, I guess. This is just alot to take in at one time, you know?"
"Don't worry, sweet pea. Our facility has some nice lodgings to put our recent thaw-ees up in while they find a permanent residence. And it looks like you ain't gonna have trouble, with the sizable amout of money your folks left you. You'll find a couple holo-disks in the drawer beside the bed that will help you to adjust to your new surroundings. Your room mate's been here about 2 weeks so he can show you the ropes. Kay, hon? Now lets get y'all into some clothes and get you checked up."
Richie was still in shock. He was all by himself over a thousand years from where he once was. His father was long dead and he may not see his mother for years or perhaps decades to come. He decided that he would focus on his grief later, right now he had so many questions. The nurse handed him a towel and a blue hospital gown as he stepped out of the tub and he quickly changed, just becoming aware of how naked he really was. He tried to pull the gown around him to cover his behind as best he could. "You can bring back dead people but you still can't find a way to make these things cover everything?" He mused to the nurse, trying to cover his apprehension with humor.
The kitten giggled in response. "There's gonna be a whole lot for you to get used to, but living in a new time ain't so bad. I was brought back about five years ago. I was already a nurse back in my time, so with a little extra medical training to figure out the new gadgets, I was allowed to stay on here as staff. Now I'm sort of a combiantion nurse and support staff. I help the defrosted adjust to their new life."
"Wow." Richie responded. "If you don't mind my asking, what time are you from... And how did you die?"
"A lady doesn't usually give up her age." She said with a wink. "But for you, sugar pie. I was originally from the early 2300's. I passed in a car accident along with my baby girl. I thank my lucky stars that my daughter and I were both able to be unthawed at relatively the same time... but as for you, hon, we'd better start on your physical exam." The nurse led him into an exam room that was filled with tons of bells and whistles he'd never seen before... but there were some that looked sort of familiar. The nurse pulled out what looked to be a stethoscope, but instead of ear pieces, there was a digital readout screen. She pressed the circular disc onto Richie's chest. "Big breath now, hon." Richie complied, and was surprised to see the screen flash a green light and beep loudly. The next part of the exam, however, took him totally off guard. The nurse lifted his hair, and just behind his ear located an electronic jack, into which she plugged another device. She turned on the device and a hologram screen showed up, floating in mid air with an anatomical map of Richie's entire system. It scanned up and down for a good minute or so before the screen announced "Scan Complete. Body function at 96%. Transplants successful."
"Why do I have a jack in my head?... And what transplants?!" Richie asked, both very confused and very nervous.
"Well, hon when you die there are certain organs in some people that just can't be saved. Your heart and lungs were near kaput and the lightning strike fried your left arm too. We replaced them with bionic versions of themselves. It's fairly new technology, but it's damn fine. As for the jack, almost everyone has one these days." She lifted her own hair to show him hers. She had even gone so far as to get a decorative tattoo around it. "They were made available about 2 years ago. The health care system wants one placed in every fur on the continent. All we have to do is plug in the holo transmitter and it can do a full system scan in under 10 minutes."
"You're telling me I have a bionic heart, lungs and arm?" He said looking at his arm suspiciously. It looked normal. He picked up a nearby pencil and squeezed it. He didn't know quite what he was expecting, but the pencil didn't snap or crush into sawdust.
"You may be bionic, sugar, but the parts we put in you are just replications of normal human parts. No superpowers for you, honey." She handed him a pair of baggy, cotton pants and a t-shirt, both white. Now that you're all settled with that you can get changed and I'll show you your room.
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Richie was lead out of the hospital and down a path edged with flower gardens towards what looked like a college dorm building. "Here's your key, hon. You're in number seven." She handed him a small card with a number 7 on it. "Your roomie's name is Matt. He'll help you settle in. If you need anything at all, there's a communications booth in your apartment. My name is Emily."
"Th... thanks." He said as Emily gave him a hug and started back towards the hospital. Richie entered the lodgings and quickly found number seven. He saw a keypad near the door with a card slot. He slipped his card in and the door swung open.
The apartment was ALOT bigger than he'd imagined. It was like a posh resort. He walked into the kitchen area where a large, muscular husky was slathering peanut butter and jam onto 2 slices of bread. The husky turned away from the counter. "Well hey there! You must be my new room mate, right?" He said in a gruff, but friendly voice.
"Uh... yeah. Matt, right? I'm Richie."
"Nice to meet you, Richie. You're probably starving. Come make yourself a sandwhich." He slapped the two slices of bread together and leaned against the kitchen sink holding his plate. Richie made himself a PB and J and took a massive bite. The most basic sanwhich on Earth had never tasted so good. Matt obviously knew what he was thinking. "Not so bad after a few decades not eating, hey?"
Richie swallowed his mouthfull and joked back "Try a few centuries."
"No shit? What time you from?" Asked the handsome canine. He had beautiful blue eyes, white fur and blonde hair. His tight black t-shirt showed hard abs and his jeans fell perfectly over his muscular legs.
"Born in the 1990's. Kicked it in 2009." Richie replied
"Woah, you've come along way. How old were you when you kicked it?"
"Eighteen." He responded. "Hit by lightning if you can believe it. You?"
"Twenty-six." His eyes went cold for a moment. "I was beaten to death outside a gay bar in the late 2200's."
"That's harsh... you'd think people would have evolved by then." Richie said, not quite sure if this was the right moment for him to leave the closet. "What... is it like now. You know... for gays?"
"Alot better from what I've seen. People now are too hung up on hating Martian immigrants to care anymore. But there's always haters. At least in this time I'm not so worried about telling people who I am."
"You're going to be the first person I've ever said this to... but I'm gay as well." He took another big bite of PB and J. He contemplated that this was possibly the most awkward moment of his entire life.
"I already knew that, buddy. You wouldn't be in this lodging complex if you weren't. Those body scans catch everything. And it was back in 2241 that they discovered that there really was gay DNA. The system scans also tell them who to bunk you with, based on who you'd be most comfortable with."
"You've got to be shitting me."
"I shit you not." Said the husky. "We should get you watching those holodisks. They have alot of history on them so you know what's gone on between then and now. I'll show you how to operate the player."
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All night they watched holodisks laughed and got to know eachother. Matt left briefly to make a run to a nearby all-night liquor store and came back with a bottle of champagne. They toasted their second chance at life and got tipsy on the sweet, bubbly drink.
Matt looked over at Richie. He was looking at Matt and nervously chewing his lip. "What's up, man?" He asked.
"Nothin'." Responded Richie shifting his hands in his lap.
Matt noticed that Richie was semi-hard, the thin white hospital pants didn't hide much. He felt something stirring in his own loins. Matt reached over and place his hand on Richie's thigh, just above his knee. He definitley felt something for him. "You know I haven't fooled around with anyone for about 700 years?" He whispered.
"You know, I haven't fooled around with a guy... ever."
"Let me take care of that for you." Matt said, kissing Richie deeply. The kiss was warm and wet and everything a first kiss should be. "We can stop if you want." He said.
"No. It's.... I like this." Richie stuttered.
Soon enough the two were all over eachother. Matt had taken his shirt off and was in the process of helping Richie off with his. Richie reached down and stroked the husky's hardness with his paw. Matt groaned and gyrated his hardon against Richie's. They'd soon srtipped eachother of their clothes. They were pawing eachother off and groaning in ecstasy.
Richie looked into Matt's eyes. "I want you to tie with me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I want you to tie with me." Richie put his hands on the arm of the sofa and his knees on the cushion and he lifted his tail back so Matt could see his tight little virgin tail-hole.
Matt lubed up two fingers and played in and around Richie's tight pucker.He poured a copious amout of lube onto his cock. It was only about 6 inches but it was thick and he didn't want to hurt his new partner. He pressed the head slowly into Richie's ass. Richie grunted with discomfort but said nothing more, so Matt pressed more and more of his furhood into Richie until he was completely hilted. He started with slow short thrusts. Richie moaned with pleasure and arched his back. Matt started thrusting harder, unable to control his own arousal.
Richie could feel the head of Matt's cock brushing his prostate with every stroke. His tight little ass was so wonderfully full. He bucked his hips back and forth. He was already about to cum. He was rock solid and oozing pre. "Oh God!" He called out. "Spank me!" He felt Matt's paw come down onto his ass and he moaned in pain, but it was a good pain. Matt struck his ass again, a little harder. Richie grunted and bucked harder against Matt's cock. He wanted to cum soo bad.
Matt was teetering on the very edge. He thrusted faster and faster until he released a massive wave of cum into Richie. The force of Matt's orgasm was enough to send Richie over the edge as well. As he started to cum, Matt reached around him and pawed him off until every last drop of hot, raccoon seed had been drained. He felt Matt's knot engorging itself inside him. They lay there together on the couch, basking in eachother's warmth.
"Maybe I can get used to this." Richie thought. "It's not so bad here."