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Chapter 7 - Xio’s 18th

Oscar’s standing right there before me. He’s not wearing any clothes, and I can’t keep my eyes off of his sheath! I’m moving closer to him, I’m on my knees. My muzzle is pressing against that delicate fluffy sac, my paw reaches around his rotund bottom, and my nose is taking in his earthy, cat-like scent. It feels intoxicating! I can feel my own sheath plumping up. I’ve never felt like this before; I’ve seen my thing poke out before, but nothing like this. What’s this? Oscar’s facing me. There’s a beeping noise. It’s getting louder!

Xio slammed his paw against the alarm clock, stretching his arms wide and yawning even wider. He shuffled, sitting upright against the headboard of his bed, looking down at his lap, and eyeing quizzically his crotch. “Pokey this morning,” he mumbled to himself, which did happen from time to time - but never as stiff as this. Clad in dark blue briefs with a lighter blue hem, the fabric strained due to the concealed pulsating mass pressing up underneath, a small wet spot where Xio had leaked fluid in his sleep.

The past one-and-a-half days had been relatively uneventful for Xio. After finishing up the talk with Oscar in the forest, he’d managed just about to make it home in time before his parents arrived. Fearing his mum would berate him for the late start he’d had a few days ago, nothing came of it; in fact, both of his parents had been much more laid back than usual. This was especially strange, especially for his mum, who usually stressed about everything and everyone. One important detail was that Oscar hadn’t been returning his texts since the forest walk. Xio didn’t know how to feel about this; he knew things were probably okay, but nonetheless a small part of him couldn’t help but anxiously fret whether he’d scared his new friend away.

Maybe he just thinks you’re lame, came Xio’s ever-so-helpful monologue. He glanced down at his crotch. Throb. “It’s usually died down by now…” mumbled the wolf to himself, his tent ever-pitched, radiating a deep warmth between his thighs. His paw idly reached down and stroked the lump inside of his underwear, massaging the top.

Whilst he caressed his delicate appendage through his undies, his mind drifted over to Oscar, and how comforting it felt to be in his embrace. He imagined his warm, spiced scent, and this caused his cock to grow even more, pressing firmly against the cotton confines of his briefs. It stood stronger than any time he’d seen it; it was aching.

Xio gingerly tugged and hooked the top hem of his underwear underneath his pert ballsack. The red rocket in question was around 4 inches long from tip to sheath, and just over an inch thick in diameter at its thickest, with the bulbous knot still concealed. Although usually more pinkish in hue, it was currently a bright red, and shaped like a typical wolf’s cock - except smaller. Xio knew that canines had knots, he’d read that in a biology book, but had never seen any glimpse of his own. He was able to make out the outline of the knot pressing up against his fluffy opening. On the pointed tip of his cock sat a little dribble of precum. He’d never seen it do this before. Curiously, his paw drifted down, tracing along the underside of his shaft, causing the little wolf to shudder in a weird mixture of pleasure and oversensation, until his leathery digit met the very tip of his dick.

He brought the damp digit up to his nose, his snout wrinkling. “Not pee,” he hummed to himself, giving his digit a tentative lick with his long tongue. Salty, with a dash of fresh, light musk.

Being homeschooled by his mum, she’d covered the bare basics of sex and sexual things for the purposes of education. Xio remembered a distinct conversation he’d had with his father when he turned 13. “If you’ve got any questions about anything, just ask me, kiddo.” Of course, Xio didn’t. He was a bit of a late bloomer, and wasn’t remotely aware of how much he didn’t know. That, and a part of him found this side of things flat-out embarrassing. Come to think of it, he’d never seen anyone else’s, having lived a sheltered life.

After being lost in thought for so long, Xio noticed the distraction had finally disappeared. All that was left was a little pinky-reddish tip nestled in his sheath. Yawning and stretching once more, he chucked his slicked undies in the little washing-up basket next to his bookshelf, slumbering out of bed and checking the calendar hanging up on the door.

“Wait. It’s my birthday? It’s my birthday!!” Xio could hardly contain his excitement. How could he have forgotten? His mind had been dominated with thoughts of Oscar; he could hardly stop thinking about him! He flung on his usual shorts and yesterday’s t-shirt before sprinting downstairs, his tail wagging uncontrollably as he moved.

“SURPRISE!!!” Came Lawry and Clana’s voice from the dining room as soon as Xio’s footpaws reached the landing. Xio rolled his eyes discreetly; he had been expecting this. His eyes glanced around the dining room. Every year it was the same, with the same tatty “Happy Birthday” banners hanging around every side of the room, with the same dull-coloured confetti sagging around the room like an age-old ritual.

Xio feigned a surprised reaction and cuddled into both of his parents, who had their arms wide open for their boy. He nuzzled into both of them, though let out a bit of a disappointed sigh. “Mum, do we have to have the same tradition every year?” he asked. Though as he let them go, he noticed a larger-than-usual parcel, sitting neatly-wrapped on top of the dining room table. His eyes immediately pointed over, his ears flashing up.

Xio gasped childishly and ran over to the gift. Clana tutted him. “Uh-uh, birthday boy. You know the rules! Breakfast first. I got your favourite.” With a waggy tail herself, she wandered to the fridge, and retrieved the ready-to-bake croissants. Xio licked his lips; he was able to smell the fresh pastry. Still the same as every other birthday… I wonder what’s in the box? He thought to himself.

Lawry smiled warmly at Xio, and dutifully got to work in the kitchen, setting up the oven and assembling the croissants. Meanwhile Clana had made Xio a hearty glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice, which he glugged, staining his lower chin a bit.

“Actually sweetie, this birthday will be a bit different than the others, and that’ll be apparent in your present.” She remarked, winking at him, as she pulled open the newspaper, lounging on her usual chair, her legs crossed and her expression relaxed.

Xio scoffed down his first croissant, then the second, then the third. Lawry had baked them to perfection as he usually did. The croissants themselves were light, fluffy and stuffed with melted chocolate, which were to die for! Wiping his muzzle unashamedly with his forearm, his attention turned to the present laying right there before him; clad in plain brown parcel paper, he looked at his mum for approval. She nodded, both of his parents sitting and watching Xio patiently and eagerly, both of their tails wagging as they waited. He noticed Lawry whisper something in Clana’s ear, his eyes wide.

He finally reached his paws forward, neatly unwrapping the wrapped gift. This is neatly done. Must’ve been dad’s handiwork, hummed Xio’s monologue, in-between thoughts about what it could be. After carefully tugging the paper away he was left with a fairly plain, brown box, with the “LenOwO” logo stamped on top. The box was suspiciously shaped in a similar size to their family laptop. This isn’t… Is it? He looked at his parents, wide-eyed with upturned ears, and felt like he was about to cry. “You guys haven’t…”

Clana’s eyes flashed wide at Xio’s emotional expression, looking a little concerned. “I hope it’s okay for you, sweetie,” she hummed. Why is she looking at me like that? Reserving his thoughts for now, he continued to slowly open up the box, struggling to hold back the feeling of choking up in his throat.

In front of him gleamed a brand, spanking-new laptop. It was compact, but looked powerful, with stickers adorned on the inside once he opened it. Curiously, there was an attachment at the back of the battery that was bright green. He pulled the laptop out of the box for a closer look. “Is this an extended battery?!” Xio asked, absolutely awe-struck with what his parents had got him, his tail wagging harder than it had ever wagged before. They’re entrusting me with my own laptop! Wow… this is the best birthday ever!

Clana took a pause, seeming to compose herself, before shaking her head. “No sweetie, it’s a remote-controlled time lock,” she explained calmly. She still held her expression alert, her entire body watching Xio with anticipation. Xio frowned, realising exactly what this meant. They don’t trust me enough, after all…

Xio had no idea how to react. Moments ago he was holding back barrages of tears; joyful tears. Quickly the pendulum had swung the other way, feeling let down and incredibly hurt, on his birthday no less! His ears drooped, his body slackened and he looked away. “Oh…” was the only noise that came out of Xio’s muzzle whilst he processed exactly what this meant.

Lawry watched his son’s enthusiasm dwindle like a fire starved of oxygen, and piped up. “It’s only temporary, right Clana? Until we can see you won’t be on it all the time.” Clana by this point had stood up, drifting into the kitchen to do some washing up. “Uh huh. Your father and I agreed this would be best for you.” Her words echoed through the wooden hallway.

Xio grumbled defensively, folding his arms. “You guys said that about the Pawstation! And the program you’ve used to do it keeps glitching and breaking my games,” he frowned, folding his arms. Some birthday gift this has turned out to be…

“Now now, don’t be like that. I’m actually going to remove that restriction later today too,” Clana calmly but loudly replied from the kitchen, her head poking through the bare doorway. Lawry could see that Xio still wasn’t impressed.

“And,” coughed Lawry, straightening his broad figure, “we’ve both decided that you can take one trip to London by yourself, whenever you choose,” Lawry mentioned. “WITH your phone fully charged! I expect a call every hour,” chirped in Clana.

Xio’s face lit up a bit, but then his forehead burrowed into a gentle frown again. “By myself?” he asked, in a tone that sounded sadder than he realised. Without your parents, but also without Oscar I bet…

“What about if I take a friend with me?” Xio mentioned lightheartedly, wagging. Surely it’s safer with a buddy? Thought Xio. He watched as Lawry’s expression fell. The dad opened his muzzle to speak, but was beaten to the punch.

“If it’s that cat, then the answer is absolutely, and unequivocally no,” Clana firmly replied, finishing up in the kitchen and coming over to sit next to Lawry, who towered over her. “Sweetie, we’re not sure he’s the type of friend you want to be hanging around. That family reeks of trouble.”

Xio’s frown furrowed further. Lawry also looked at Clana in somewhat of a shock, his expression falling a bit. “Thanks to that new panther who lives in town, your father’s only able to work half of the hours he used to. That family’s been nothing but bad news ever since they moved into town.”

Lawry looked like he was about to interject, but Clana shot him daggers. He sighed and staggered to his feet, groaning in the process as he left the room.

Xio was shocked. He knew his mother was anxious, scared, paranoid even. He felt it bizarre that she wouldn’t encourage safety in numbers, especially to the capital! Something’s going on. Is she just species-ist? Surely she’s not that ignorant…

Xio bit his lip, considering his words carefully. “It’s not Oscar’s fault about his dad. Oscar’s cool! He’s really nice, and I think you’d like him,” Xio bargained, but the look on Clana’s face told Xio that this conversation was firmly over.

Deciding to change tact, Xio stood up. “Mum, Oscar used to live in London! He could show me around and make sure I’m safe…” His paws twiddled into themselves as he pleaded.

“It’s alone, with us, or not at all Xio,” she stated plainly, sighing and opening her newspaper again. She pressed the newspaper towards Xio, pointing at a particular title:

‘Little Hamlet Huntingfield Ruined By Newbuild Estate’

Xio rolled his eyes and grumbled, trudging upstairs. He shut the door firmly, growling and jumping onto his bed powerfully. “Why. Can’t. I. Be. Treated. Like. An. Adult?!?!” Growling and shouting into his pillow, punching the bed beneath him. He couldn’t believe how little his mother trusted him! Although he’d had no idea that Oscar’s dad had taken hours from his dad. I guess that kinda sucks… Oscar’s dad looks strong, and young, he thought. Nonetheless, after ranting and punching for a few minutes, he sat there on the bed, feeling a cocktail of sadness, defeat and anger. He had no idea what he wanted to do; he just wanted to curl up, his eyes tearing up.

–

Three knocks came on his bedroom door. Xio wasn’t sure how much time had passed; he’d found himself lost in the cataclysm of his own thoughts. “Xio?” Echoed Clana’s voice. No response from the teen wolf, who’d snuggled himself under the comfort of his own duvet. Just leave me alone, begged his monologue. The door creaked open and he felt a weight sit on the end of his bed. Still, Xio didn’t bother to move.

“Please don’t be like this, sweetie,” Clana softly said, her paw stroking the teenage-shaped lump underneath the covers. Xio sniffled. “I just want to be left alone…” he mumbled, not daring to move an inch.

Xio felt the weight lift off of the bed and heard something going on over where his Pawstation was. Is she actually lifting that restriction? That doesn’t mean much after what happened earlier, he thought, though his ears pricked up as after a few minutes of fumbling and groaning, she announced: “There, no more limits on your gaming. You’ve been a really good boy with that.”

Xio stayed quiet, and Clana sighed, leaving the room and closing the door with a thunk.

I don’t know how to feel, what to do… Oscar hasn’t reached out to me, and I feel like a piece of shit. My parents don’t trust me, even though I do everything they ask of me. Is this pointless? Have I just been appeasing them for too long? I can’t keep track of the times when I ask for some freedom and they just don’t budge. I know I had that near-miss last year, but it was an accident!

His mind fell back to the event. He shuddered, his eyes shut, as he tried to recall exactly what happened.

“Xio!” Shouted Mum from way behind. I’d sped forward; there was an awesome tailwind matched with the hill on the way into the village centre! I must’ve hit 35 miles per hour, easily. Oh, that’s it! There was a little oil leak on the hill. My back wheel lost traction and I lost control; it all happened so quickly. One minute I was holding onto the handlebars going super fast, the next minute I felt my body skid along the tarmac, my bike hitting my side. God, it hurt more than anything I’d ever felt. My legs were bleeding all over; I’d worn shorts that day, and I could actually see my leg bones. I remember crying my eyes out before everything faded. Then I woke up in the hospital. It had been an entire day and my mum was by my bedside. She’d been crying. “I’m never going to let this happen to you again,” she’d told me, her tear-stricken eyes staring right into mine.

–

Xio wasn’t sure how much time had passed. All he remembered was thinking back to what had happened just over a year ago. He slowly sat up, yawning and stretching, pulling back the covers. His paws traced along both of his legs; two large scars were faintly visible underneath the fur that had miraculously grown back, having been extrapolated from a small patch on his back. Although invisible, he could feel the stitches all along his hamstrings and thighs. Just touching them brought back little flashbacks of being wheeled into the hospital; fleeting images of barely-consciousness he’d experienced.

His eyes fell to the clock by his bedside: 11:33. He’d fallen asleep. “No wonder I feel a bit better,” he mumbled, having recalled his birthday morning. The disappointment had mostly faded, and a renewed excitement filled him as he realised he had his own laptop to fiddle with! He hastily whipped on some pyjamas before zooming downstairs; reaching the bottom of the stairs, his ears twizzled to listen out for his parents. No one home. This filled Xio with even more excitement as he stared at the fresh laptop box sitting in front of him.

He carefully pulled the box flap open to retrieve the laptop. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but he was sure he could learn! He carefully set the 16” laptop on the dining room table, and pulled out the a5 instruction manual. He had read it all in five minutes flat and had a good idea of how to set it up, and in no time he had it plugged in and turned on.

“Woah.” The laptop fired up in a flash, taking seconds to boot into Doors 11. His parent’s laptop was stuck on Doors 6, so to be on Doors 11 was a baffling experience for Xio. He soon got to grips with things, after half an hour of faffing around with the UI.

He noticed a little program icon sitting on the bottom-right tray, with the same luminous green as the physical attachment on the rear of the laptop. Xio had already tried to pry it off, but it looked sealed to the battery, and he really didn’t want to damage it. He hovered the mouse over the program: it read “Doors Parental Controls”. For a giggle, he opened up the browser and searched for something crude: “penis”. Just doing this made Xio smirk, as the whole screen lit up a luminous green in protest.

“Well, that’s off the cards then,” rolled Xio’s eyes. He was more worried about other limits, like social media; he knew his mum really didn’t want Xio on anything like that. Something something online predators. If that were the case, why were there toddlers with smartphones? Why were preteens signed up to Pawbook? It confused Xio, and his mum never really elaborated more whenever he’d asked.

He tried to access Pawbook.com and to his surprise, the laptop let him. “Cool!” He exclaimed. He felt like this was a way to access the outside world! Everyone had Pawbook; he’d caught Clana on it once or twice, which she denied, but Xio knew better. He hummed happily to himself as he created an account; an 18+ account, no less!

His paws shook in nervousness as he clicked on the ‘Search’ button and searched for “Oscar”. He wasn’t sure how it worked, but Pawbook brought Oscar’s profile right to the top! His profile featured a goofy selfie of him standing next to some kind of clown figure, at a circus or something bizarre. With all the high-rise skyscrapers in the background, it was definitely London, and it was definitely him; those piercing yellow eyes were unmistakable. He curiously stalked Oscar’s page, and saw in his ‘Info’ section that he was taken by a ‘Suzie’.

This surprised Xio; Oscar hadn’t mentioned anything about being taken, let alone with a girlfriend. A part of Xio’s heart sank at this, and just confused the poor wolf further. He found himself scratching the back of his head in confusion, and navigated the cursor over the “Add Friend” button. He was just about to click it, but he felt anxiety build in him like a fire that couldn’t be controlled. What if he doesn’t accept my request? What if his partner… “Suzie” notices?

Fifteen minutes had passed. Xio had absolutely procrastinated the time away by washing up and clearing away from breakfast earlier. After making himself a hearty glass of orange juice, he sat back down at the desk, nibbling nervously at his paw. “Screw it,” he mumbled to himself, clicking the ‘Add Friend’ button.

Within seconds a popup appeared; Oscar had accepted his friend request! Xio felt like jumping for joy. Another popup appeared on the bottom right of the screen. He’d sent Xio a message! Xio nearly spat orange juice all over the laptop as his eyes scanned the message.

“hey xio its me oscar!! im really sorry for not getting back to u, my phone fucking broke (u can thank my stupid brother for that), been missing u, surprised ur on here!”

Xio’s tail wagged so hard he nearly sprained his tailbone. He squeed audibly only to cover his muzzle shyly. In a flash he was tippity-typing on the brand new keys of his laptop. It took him a moment to get used to the layout, having to type each key one by one at first.

–

About an hour had passed and Xio hadn’t moved at all from where he’d sat. He hadn’t bothered plugging the laptop in: he’d relied on the battery life, having messaged Oscar back and forth. He’d told Oscar about what had happened at home, and Oscar had told Xio about how his brother had hidden Oscar’s phone in the oven as a ‘prank’, for it to have nearly set his house alight, and how Oscar had been blamed for it! Xio had ranted on and on about his parents, and how no matter how well he behaved, they just wouldn’t give the wolf an inch to budge.

Having someone else to explain his situation and how he was treated was eye-opening for the wolf. For the longest time, he’d had no one to talk to. Occasionally he’d open up to Andy from the shop, but never extensively about his parents, for fear of word getting around. Everyone knew everything about everyone in Huntingfield, and word spread quickly. He apologised for dumping all of the past year’s events onto Oscar, who didn’t seem to mind.

“so do ya wanna meet up? its ur bday after all!” Xio’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as he replied a resounding “Yes!!!”, all of the worries about being ‘too much’ had fallen to the wayside after talking with his new best friend for an hour. He couldn’t wait to see him, and above all, he couldn’t wait to have some time away from his parents, whenever they were going to return. It had been a birthday tradition to spend it with his family, but with how they treated him, he thought, screw them. The thought had made him shudder a little: was he going to get into trouble for it? He shrugged the thought off - it was his birthday, surely he would be allowed to see his best friend? With a bit more back-and-forth with Oscar, he told the cat he’ll be down as soon as possible.

Scouting the house for a piece of scrap paper (that he tore off from last week’s newspaper), he scribbled a rough note for his parents to come back to. Unlike usual, his parents hadn’t left him a note for when they’d be back, his tail waving about in anticipation.

“I’m going out for a bit. I’ll be back in time for dinner and I have my phone with me, I’ve done the washing up. Gonna have some fun on my birthday!”

He taped the note to the desk, and meticulously closed down the laptop, jigsawing it back into the box which still held all of the accessories in styrofoam. He rushed upstairs, box in tow, hiding the laptop box underneath his bed. He stripped down and dressed properly, taking off the pyjama bottoms from the morning and quickly dressed in his usual shorts and baggy t-shirt combination, before taking off on his bicycle, feeling less worried about his parents, and more excited about seeing Oscar.