A family dinner... and a changed world
#2 of The Cradian Invasion
(( Now here's where things get 'interesting' in my opinion. ))
Sym was clothed and it was five o'clock. He and Raul had said their goodbyes and Raul had returned to work. Sym walked down the street, some semen still squishing around in his ass. He smiled... he loved Raul. His thoughts drifted as he walked through the city. He was heading to his apartment.
As he walked he saw more cop cars, and many tele-casters on giant mega-screens were babbling about disturbances of some sort. He dismissed it and walked up to a hot dog stand. A big, overweight bear stood behind the stand, crying out in a thick accent to passersby, advertising his street-food, "Get yer dogs! They're good, hot! I gots all toppings, relish, onions, mustard, cheese, y'name it! Get yer dogs!"
Sym -was- hungry... he walked up to the bear and greeted the man, "Hello! Can I have a hot dog, sir?"
The big, tall, fat bear looked down at the small arctic fox, giving Sym a friendly smile, "Sure, little fella! What'll'ya have?"
Sym looked down at the plastic tubs embedded into the stand, covered in a sheet of glass. He decided on trying something he hadn't had before, "Ummm... I'll have one with... relish, mustard and onions, please!"
The bear chuckles and spears a dog on a turkey-fork, pulling it off with a bun. He scoops onions and relish onto the dog first and then squirts a squiggly, artful zig-zag line of mustard along its length. He holds the dog just out of reach, the bear's friendly demeanor diminishing now that he demands payment, "That'll be three seventy-five, fella..."
Sym had nearly forgotten, "Oh! Sorry..."
Sym digs around in his pocket and hands the bear a five and takes the dog, "Keep the change!"
The bear relinquishes the dog and pockets the five, "Thanks, have a nice day, fella!"
Sym pads down the side-walk and bites into his hot dog, eagerly scarfing a third of it, "Mmm! This is very good... I might have to get more of these."
Sym made short work of the hot dog and licked mustard from his fingers, happy. It was 5:30 PM, as designated by a sky-scraper mega-clock, "I still have time... what to do! Oh! I gotta spruce up... I'm a bit dirty..."
Sym was pretty far from home, that much he knew. He waved down a cab, smiling at the driver. Sym opens the door and scoots into the cab's back seat, buckling in. The driver, a cougar, looks over at Sym, nodding to the arctic fox, "Where to, pal?"
Sym stated his own personal address, and handed the feline a preemptive fair of twenty dollars. The cab driver floored it, the yellow hover-car lurching forward and zigging and zagging, the driver wanting to make good time. Sym cringed at the driving, still not used to the erratic patterns and supposed recklessness. In no time Sym was home, "Th-thanks for the ride... how much cash do I get back?"
The cougar looked at his meter... he tapped into his dash and opens a locked compartment. He hands back eleven dollars, "This much. Have a nice day! Hurry up and take whatever y'brought with ya, I'll have other fairs."
Sym nods and hops outta the car, shutting the door behind him. The cab tears off down the street. Sym looked up at his apartment and smiled, the dinky, ten story building his home. He entered, greeted Yora, the elderly kangaroo landowner of the building, the old 'roo barely noticing him as she reads through her books, adjusting her spectacles. Sym bounds up the stairs, the elevator out, and finds his room... 4-C. He opens the door with his key and descends into his 'cave', not much furniture adorning his dwelling. He drops his key onto the kitchen counter and he daintily pads into his small bathroom.
He peels off his clothes and leaves them on the tiled floor. He enters his shower and takes it cold, shivering and washing himself... the water slowly warms, though, and he enjoys himself. He soaps up his bushy, white fur, running his hands all over his body, "Mmmmmm..."
He feels a slight tremor, though, the building shaking slightly and the water stuttering from the shower-head. He pricks up his ears, "A quake? Odd..."
He ignores the quake and continues to shower, intending to take a long one. He rubs his ass, his tailhole sore, "Hmmm... I wish I could introduce Raul to my parents... ... ... maybe I should! I could bring Raul along... I've brought friends to dinner before..."
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<6:50 PM>
Sym and Raul were walking up to the out of town home, padding up the stone path. They were both nervous... Sym was dressed in black slacks and a white collar shirt with a tie. Raul was dressed in rugged brown pants and a nice button-over vest on a long-sleeved green shirt. Sym rang the door-bell... the door-bell he remembered hearing all the time as a child. The garden around the front lawn was so eerily familier, the old pickup hover-truck parked on the gravel driveway...
"You sure about this, Sym??" Said Raul, his deep voice cracking slightly with nervous anxiety.
"Positive! I... I think they wont mind. They've always been v-very supportive..." Replied Sym.
Raul cleared his throat, "Lets tell them after dinner, when everyone's relaxed... no need to... possibly ruin your family's meal."
Sym swiped playfully at Raul's arm, "Shush, silly wolf... even if we did, I don't think it'd ruin it..."
The door opened, and Sym smiled. His old man grinned, his brown and grey splotched fox fur a little bit grayer than Sym remembered. His father was wearing a grey shirt and brown pants, "Hullo, Sym! Good to see you... my, my... your fur... you are so much like your mother! And who's this...?"
Raul reaches out with a big paw, smiling at the old man, "I'm Raul! I'm your son's... best friend. He thought it would be nice to invite me."
Sym's father shakes the big, brown paw, the wolf's hand engulfing his own, "Nice to meet you, Raul! And it was nice! Marla and I -love- to meet all of the friends of our pups. Come in, come in, both of you... it's getting chilly."
Raul and Sym entered into a cozy, stone-walled home with hardwood floors. It was very homey and had a spiral staircase in the foyer. Steps led up into the dining room which was bustling with activity. Many young foxes carry pots, plates, platters and dishes, setting out napkins on a long, broad table. The foxes are all mostly white-brown, and some totally brown. Sym is the only one with pure-white, beautiful fur. Sym waves at his siblings and helps with dinner, leaving Raul to mingle with the rest of his family in the dining room.
Sym found his mother... his dazzlingly beautiful, sweet mother... she had fur like his, and she was much bushier and had a plumpness about her. She wordlessly hugged Sym, licking his face. They hugged for a while before she parted with him, staring up at her boy from her short frame, "Ooooh... mommy's little snow-puppy... how are you, Sym?"
Sym smiled, "Good! I brought my best friend Raul to dinner... you don't mind, do you?"
Marla shook her head, laughing good naturedly, "Of course not! Now wash up for supper and find a spot for you and Raul... I need to check on the steaks."
Sym padded off, his heart-rate quickening further at the word 'steaks'. He arrived back into the dining room to find that the table was pretty well set up and that Raul had saved him a seat. He took his seat next to Raul and Sym's mother and father took the heads of the table. Introductions were made between Raul and Marla, and Sym's father identified himself as Browly. Grace was said and the family, and Raul, dug into their meal eagerly, piling up steaks, vegetables, and other hearty food-stuffs onto their plates...
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<9:23 PM>
Their plates were cleaned and dinner was over... Sym and Raul were full, and so was everyone else. They continued to talk, their voices a low murmur. Raul nudged Sym and Sym flinched, knowing what came next.
"Mommy, dad... can Raul and I talk to you guys... privately?"
Marla and Browly got up from their chairs and walked into the foyer with Sym and Raul, curious. Sym looked up at Raul and Raul down at Sym...
"What is it, snow-puppy?" Said Marla...
"Something you wanna tell us, son?" Said Browly...
Sym gulped and Raul scratched behind his ear anxiously.
"Mommy, dad... Raul and I are good friends." Raul and Sym slowly hold hands before Marla and Browly, blushing together.
Marla and Browly don't seem to get it at first... Sym kisses Raul on his furred, wolfish cheek, "R-really good friends, guys... we're... gay."
Marla and Browly began to stare, not sure what to say. Marla nearly swooned into Browly's arms, overcome at this admission, "Oh my, my snow-puppy... my little boy's... gay? Is this true?"
Sym began to react defensively, "It's okay, mommy! It's okay... Raul loves me... and I love him..."
Browly looks at Raul, holding his distraught wife, "Is this true, Raul... do ya love my son?"
Raul hugged his arm around Sym, kissing the arctic fox on the forehead, "I love him very much, sir..."
Browly nodded grimly, and Marla calmed somewhat, "Well... it's not our place to judge... if you two... love each other then... well... you two have our blessing. Sym, my boy... I... I don't like this but... I'm glad that you love someone."
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<12:00 AM>
Sym and Raul strode through the city together, the pitch-dark of the streets barely lit by the street-lights and mega-screens... hover-car headlights swept over their heads as people bustled back and forth. Tremors buckled the ground every couple of minutes and everyone was on edge.
Police hover-cars zipped high overhead, and the tele-casters were mentioning more disturbances, the screens flicking in and out with static. Spotlights strobed through the sky and people began to hurry, an over-tone of fear permeating the air. A black shape hovered in the sky, bigger than anything Sym and Raul had ever seen...
A sky-scraper began to warp and twist, peeling apart like a metal banana, glass shards glittering upwards in a tornado of purple energy... air raid sirens begin to blare menacingly like an old reminder of past times, and Sym and Raul stared in awe.
Black darts tear across the sky, streaking white beams of fire, melting buildings and people. The sky-scraper lifts up from its foundations, ruined and crumpled, trapped in the soft, yet undeniably powerful grip of some unstoppable force of energy. Something was descending upon the city... and as others ran, as police hover-cars were replaced with gun-laden trucks and armed furs, Sym and Raul stared up into the darkened sky... Sym spoke.
"God help us..." Sym's words are almost unheard over the sirens, and he holds Raul's hand tighter. They run. They run away.