Kevin
This story contains no scenes of actual yiff, just one short scene of a description of a bear's sheath. It also contains a very depressed bear. This is the first story that I have ever written so any constructive criticism is welcome. I know that there are probably numerous grammar mistakes. For the most part it is a true story and the names of people have been changed.
Kevin
"FUCK YOU!"
I slam the bathroom door and lock it behind me. I sink to the floor, back to the door, head in my paws still infuriated about the fight with my Dad. I wait for him to come bang on the door and yell for me to come out but all I hear is silence. Relieved I take some time to think about what just happened.
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I had been wandering around the house in a haze, unable to sit still of concentrate on anything. I was feeling depressed without any apparent reason why and it was making me irritable. I wandered into the living room to find my Dad sitting on the couch and I absentmindedly sat down next to him. Being Mr. Sensitive asks me, "So what the hell's wrong with you?"
"What do you care?" I snap back.
"Whoa. Take it easy there. I'm just trying to figure out why you look like someone just pissed in your cheerio's."
"You wouldn't understand." I growl through my teeth.
"And what exactly wouldn't I understand?" He narrowed his gaze on me and I could tell that he was getting annoyed.
"You just wouldn't get it, okay?!"
"Eric..."
"No! Just back off!" I practically yelled.
"Eric! Don't you take that tone of voice with me!" His volume increasing.
"Shut up!" I yell as I stand up, paws balled tightly into fists. He rises with me and stares down at me menacingly.
We stay like this for quite a while, neither willing to back down. I begin to size him up, wondering if I could take him in a fight if it came to that. My better judgment wins out when I realize that he is an athletic, muscular Kodiak with a good 12 inches and 150 pounds on me.
"I'm going downstairs" I mutter, looking down.
As I turn and head towards the staircase he yells at me, "Don't you dare turn your back on me! Eric! Come back here and face me like a boar!"
"FUCK YOU!" I bellow as the door slams.
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"Goddamnit" I say to myself, "I'm going to get hell for that later."
The only problem was that I was still angry. Not at my Dad, maybe not at anyone in particular. Just angry. This caused me to be confused and, when mixed with the lingering sadness from before, made me a very unhappy bear.
"Maybe a shower will cool me down." I say to no one.
I get the water running and, while it heats up, I undress. I begin by peeling my shirt from my broad chest and broader belly. Looking down, I stare at it and it stares back, taunting me, it's as if it's saying, ‘What's the matter you big, dumb, fat bear? Don't even know what's going on inside your own head?' I push these thoughts away and I move to my jeans, unzipping them and sliding them down my powerful legs. I reach my footpaws and carefully slide them out, one at a time. Then come the boxers. I slip two paw toes under the waist band and begin to pull down, popping my small tail out of the hole in the back and revealing the top of my sheath.
As I pull the rest of the way down, I look myself over in the mirror. I stand at a comfortable 8 ft. 6 in. and weigh around 850 pounds with my thick, light brown fur covering my whole body. My gaze shifts to my arms, thick with some muscle and a nice layer of fat, then down to my stout legs, full of muscle, easily supporting my massive girth. My eyes finally fall on my sheath. At 18 I was old enough to know that I was not extremely well endowed, but also mature enough to not care. I contemplated pawing off while I had the time but soon realized that I was in no mood.
After standing there for some time, I see the glass begin to fog up and jump at the realization that the water has been running this whole time. I quickly hop into the shower, letting the warm water soak through to my core. I stand there for quite some time, all the while thinking; thinking about my anger, about my sorrow, about my family and friends, desperately trying to come to terms with my tumultuous emotions. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a name appears in my mind.
"Kevin" I whisper.
‘Kevin?' I think to myself, snapping back to reality. Kevin was my best friend all throughout my childhood. We did everything together whether it be sports, videogames of just lounging around the house. No matter what, we had fun.
"But why am I thinking of him now?" I think out loud. Unable to come up with an answer, I decide to delve deeper into my mind, back to my fondest memories of Kevin and I.
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"Eric! Kevin! It's almost 11:00! Time to get up!"
I groggily open my eyes and stare at the strange fabric in front of me. I begin to panic a bit, not knowing where I am but I soon calm down as I remember. I had spent the night at Kevin's house last night and we had watched T.V. and played videogames until the break of dawn.
I groan and reluctantly sit up, looking towards the other end of the couch for my friend. I see nothing but a lump amid a mass of blankets and pillows.
‘Hmph.' I think to myself, ‘Typical Kevin, always cold.'
Slowly but surely, I stand up, stretching my tired joints and let out a massive yawn. I trudge over to Kevin's side of the couch and give him a tap on the shoulder.
"C'mon." I say sleepily, "You know what happens if we stay up here too long."
I hear an angry grumble from beneath the blankets.
"Yeah, I know, I know. I'm up."
Kevin's Dad, Bill, had this nasty habit of waking Kevin and I up with a bucket of water of we slept too long.
I chuckle a bit as I see Kevin's head poke out from beneath the fortress he had created himself. It was pure white save for a brown stripe than began on top of his head and ran down his spine.
I walk out of the living room where we had slept and into the bathroom to relieve myself. When I return, I find my friend sitting on the couch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Hey." I call to him, considerably more awake now.
"Hey." He answers back, apparently still half asleep.
"Sleep well?"
"Eh, not long enough if you ask me."
"So what do you want to do today?"
"I don't know. Hey, maybe we cou-"He stops mid-sentence and looks up at me, realization in his big, green eyes.
I stand there, confused for a minute until I remember as well.
"Your parents are leaving today!" I nearly yell in excitement.
"I know!" He replies, all thoughts of sleep evaporated in the moment.
"We are going to be home alone all day!"
"I know!"
"What are we going to do?!"
"I don't know!"
We flash each other the biggest grins either of us had ever seen, both of us trying to figure out what to do first.
In the midst of it all, I hear a sound coming from my belly. I look down and realize that I'm starving.
"First, I'm going to go eat breakfast." I say, still sporting my monstrous smile.
"Heh. Typical. You're always hungry." He rolls his eyes and looks at me but, while doing so, feels his stomach rumble even louder than mine had.
"Well, looks like I'm not the only one you scrawny little pup." He hates it when I call him that.
"Hey shut up." He says back through a smile, "I'm bigger than most huskies my age. And who are you calling ‘little pup'? You're what, three months older than me? You big, fat bear."
I laugh, knowing it's all in good fun. "Yup! Big, fat and proud of it! Now c'mon, let's go eat."
I walk out of the room and down the stairs, Kevin following close behind. We walk into the kitchen only to find Bill and Kevin's Mom, Mary, packing some food for their road trip. Mary hears us first and, without even turning to look at us says, "Well look who decided to join the rest of the world?"
"Aww." Bill says, looking dejected, "And I was all ready to wake you two up myself."
Kevin and I look at each other and laugh halfheartedly as we see the bucket full of water in the sink.
"So Kevin," Mary interjects, "Your father and I are just about ready to leave. We are going to be back around noon tomorrow. Are you sure that you and Eric will be alright with just Claire here?"
Kevin and I groan simultaneously as we remember that Kevin's older sister is going to be watching us.
"Yeah Mom," Kevin manages to get out, "We'll be fine."
Mary laughs warmly, "Oh don't give me that. It's not going to be that bad with her here." She glances at her watch and jumps. "Honey! We have to go if we are going to catch the ferry."
Bill checks his watch as well and "Ah crap! Okay." Then, looking back at us says, "Well, have fun you two. Try not to burn the house down while we are gone. "
And with that, they were alone. Kevin and I look at each other, our excitement building again. I hear my stomach rumbling again, snapping us back to the matter at hand. We scramble to get out the cereal, bowls and milk and scarf down our breakfast as fast as we can.
The rest of the afternoon became a blur of videogames, playing outside and messing with a very annoyed Claire. Just as we were beginning to run out of things to do, Claire announces that her friends are here to pick her up and she will be gone the rest of the night. She leaves us with a warning that if anything happens while she is gone; it will be hell for us. Nice girl.
Once we realize that we have been truly left alone in Kevin's enormous house, we decide to do the one thing that any sensible 12 year-old always wants to, but never has a chance to do.
We play with fire.
We frantically begin our search for all of the necessary items; a lighter, something to burn and a place where we won't actually burn the house down. We soon find everything that we need and move into Kevin's garage, to the inflammable concrete floor. At this point, we feel very proud of ourselves to have thought out our endeavor so thoroughly.
Our ‘something to burn' turns out to be some of Claire's perfume, mainly because of the "Caution: Flammable" sign on the back. We start out small enough, blowing puffs of the liquid through the flame creating a very small, but exciting fireball. Soon enough, however, we begin to get bored of this. I suddenly have the brilliant idea to spray some perfume on the floor and light it on fire. This eventually turns to writing our names or drawing pictures in fire on the floor.
After creating a rather impressive picture of a house and lighting it, I look over at Kevin who has taken the bottle from my paw. He looks back with this look in his eye; the kind of look that just screams stupidity, danger and fun. He leans over the fire, and, holding the sprayer close, sends out a puff directly into the center. The resulting fireball spreads out quickly, rising high into the air. It engulfs Kevin's paw holding the bottle, igniting some perfume that had unknowingly leaked out of the bottle. Kevin screams as I watch him pull his flaming paw away, a look of terror in his eyes. Looking around, I see nothing that could put out the fire snaking its way up my friend's arm. I do the only thing I can think to do. I dive on top of Kevin, smothering the blaze with my body. We land on the floor with a hard thud, panting heavily.
"Are you okay?" I ask, looking directly into Kevin's eyes.
Kevin can only stare back, visibly shaking and terrified.
"Kevin! C'mon man! You're freaking me out!"
That seemed to get through because he started blinking furiously and looking around. I roll off him and sit up. Turning, I find that he has done the same. He instantly begins to inspect his right arm only to find that the fire had not made its way through his thick fur. Seeing this, he gives a sigh of relief and looks at me. We lock eyes for quite some time until he surprises me by pulling me into a tight hug. I immediately feel a fluttering in my stomach but push it aside as nerves.
"Eric! You saved my life!"
I just sit there, embarrassed, not knowing what to say. Eventually, he breaks the embrace and looks into my eyes once again.
"Seriously, you saved my life. Thank you."
"Well," I start, embarrassed, "I don't know about that." I give an attempt at a laugh, still trying to get over the intense moment.
We sit there on the cold concrete floor, not knowing what to do with ourselves. I decide that I should be the one to get up first, Kevin has done enough tonight.
"I just got a great idea." I say, offering Kevin a paw and a smile.
"And what would that be?" He answers tentatively, taking my paw with his good hand.
"Let's go inside and watch T.V." I laugh as I see the expression of relief spread across his face.
"That sounds like a fantastic idea."
And with that, we were off towards the couch for a nice, relaxing rest of the night, stopping along the way only to throw away the charred bottle of perfume.
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Back in the shower, I chuckle at the memory.
"Man we were dumb."
As I stand there, I try to remember more about that wild night all those years ago but, for some reason; my mind keeps focusing on that hug. I realize that it was the first time that I had ever hugged my friend. And that feeling, maybe it wasn't nerves after all. Maybe it was... No, that couldn't be it. Kevin was my best friend and I was worried about him. That was all. I needed to sit down. Letting the water beat down on my big head I begin to slip back into my depression. Realizing this, I quickly rack my brain for another happy memory as that seemed to dull the pain. I soon found what I was looking for.
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"Dude! That was the coolest fucking movie ever!"
I look to my right to see my friend beaming back at me.
"I know! When he started to fly I nearly came!"
It had been two years since the incident with the fire in Kevin's garage. That had been a blast to explain to both of our parents but, in the end, we blamed everything on Claire. I glance over at Kevin's right arm and notice that the fur has grown back nicely, not even a hint of the night remained.
We had just gotten out of the midnight showing of The Furtrix: Revolutions and were on our way back to Kevin's house. We arrive, still pumped from the movie, at about 2:00 A.M. with absolutely no intention of going to sleep. We walk into Kevin's house and race each other up the stairs and into Kevin's room.
"Dude, I wish I could be Neo. It would be so badass to be able to do literally anything you want. He kicks so much ass!"
"Yeah, Neo is alright," I come back, "But Smith is where it's at. He can do anything Neo can PLUS he can multiply himself!"
"I guess you have a point there, but you are forgetting one crucial point." Kevin flashes me a sly grin.
"And what's that?" I respond, eyebrow raised.
"Neo kills Smith. And will continue to do so no matter what Neo does."
"Is that so, Mr. Anderson?"
Catching the hint, Kevin smiles and crouches, ready to spring, "Bring it."
I leap first but Kevin springs to the side, easily dodging me, and I fall on to the bed face first. Kevin goes to leap on my back but I roll at the last second. When Kevin lands heavily on the bed, I roll back on top of him. There is nothing that he can do now. I simply lay there and, when he says uncle, I rise, victorious.
"See? What did I tell you? Smith is just better." I gloat.
"Alright, alright. You win this time." He rolls his shoulders a bit in pain, "Man, you nearly broke my back there. How much do you weigh now anyway?"
I laugh as I extend a paw, "Sorry man, I didn't realize. You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks." He looks at me and takes my paw.
We start looking around his room, searching for something to burn off our energy with. Soon enough I look at Kevin, who is staring intently at something. The look in his eye is one that I have become all too familiar with. We were about to do something stupid, dangerous and fun.
I follow his gaze only to find that he is staring at the window in his room leading to the roof.
"Hey, you wanna jump off the roof?"
I had never done too well with heights, seeing as how I fell like a rock, but I was willing to try it if Kevin wanted to.
Before I even have time to answer, he's at the window and opening it to the cool night air.
"Well? Aren't you coming?" He taunts me, knowing I will follow.
Without speaking we crawl out on to the second story roof. Kevin closes the window behind us while I climb to the edge and look down. That's my first mistake; it's a good ten foot drop to the ground. Kevin arrives at my side, smiling.
"Well? What are you waiting for?"
"I don't know about this. It's a pretty big drop."
"It won't be that bad, just make sure you roll out when you hit the ground."
"Roll out?"
"Yeah, like this."
And with that he leaps into the air. For a split second, time seems to stop as he floats there, suspended in mid air. The first thing that comes to my mind is, ‘He is Neo.' And I begin to feel a fluttering in the pit of my stomach. The spell is broken as his rapid descent begins. I hold my breath throughout it all but, like he said, he rolls when he hits the ground and bounces up, unscathed and beaming.
"That was awesome! Now it's your turn."
Shit. It's all I can think as I continue to stare at the gap between me and the ground. I sit there, terrified out of my mind, not knowing what to do. If I jump, I could get seriously hurt but, if I go back inside I would never hear the end of it from Kevin. Making my decision, I close my eyes, gather up all of my courage and jump.
It's the most incredible feeling in the world, weightlessness. The instant that it lasts is like standing on top of a mountain, looking down, knowing you conquered all set before you. But, alas, it lasts but an instant and I begin to fall. I stare at the rapidly approaching ground and begin to panic. My mind goes blank and I can only clench my eyes tight in anticipation of the hard landing.
I hit perfectly flat-footed, taking all of the force of the impact in my knees and back. I instantly fall over, roaring in pain. Kevin comes running over, yelling my name but I hear nothing over my own tremendous roar and the searing pain in my back.
Slowly but surely, the pain subsides enough for me to stifle my roars to quiet growls. I become aware of Kevin kneeling by my side, looking incredible worried. I lay perfectly still, not wanting to move for fear of injuring myself further. I become aware that Kevin is speaking to me. He's asking me questions as fast as his mouth can get them out. He's asking me if I'm okay, if I can move, if I'm-
"Shut up! I'm fine! Just let me fucking lay here for a while!" I growl.
Kevin quiets instantly, looking a little hurt. He does not leave my side, however. Instead, he sits, making himself more comfortable. Ready and willing to stay out in the cold night as long as is necessary.
We stay out on Kevin's lawn for another hour or so, Kevin never leaving, his gaze never shifting from my face. Eventually, I feel well enough to sit up. I look over at my best friend and smile.
"Kevin, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."
"I know. Are you sure you are alright? Can you stand?"
"Yeah, I think so."
With that Kevin snakes his way under my arm and helps me to my feet. Slowly we make our way back inside. Eventually, we make it to the living room and collapse on top of the couch.
Relieved to finally be back inside the house, I look over to Kevin only to see a forlorn look on his face.
"Kevin? What's wrong?" I ask my worried friend, "You look like you're the one who ate shit off the roof." I add with a chuckle and a wince.
He just continues to stare at the wall, unable to meet my eyes.
After a period of silence I hear him speak.
"Eric. I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you do that. It's all my fault. If only I had-"
"Kevin." I interrupt him, causing him to finally look me in the eyes, "Nothing is your fault. You didn't make me do anything. I'm the stupid one who decided to jump, remember?"
"But if I hadn't suggested it, you wouldn't be hurt right now. What if you had broken your back or something?!" He buries his head in his paws.
Sighing, I begin to inch across the couch towards him, wincing a bit at the lingering pain in my back. I put a paw on his shoulder and bring his face up to meet mine.
"Kevin, I promise you. I am perfectly fine. None of this was your fault. Now come on, stop being such a pup and let's get some sleep."
He seems to lighten up a bit at that and, letting out an enormous yawn, agrees.
That was a fitful night with the pain in my back still very much there. Eventually I was able to drift off to sleep feeling happy that I had been able to comfort my friend.
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"That was Kevin," I thought, still sitting in the shower. "He understood me, and I him."
I felt tears well up in my eyes as one last memory of Kevin filled me, body and soul. The day when Kevin left my life forever.
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I had known for quite some time that Kevin was going to have to move away. The only problem was that neither of us knew when or where it was going to be. Being 15, we decided to put off worrying about it until the day came.
Kevin and I were doing what we usually were on a warm summer day, playing videogames, when Kevin's parent's walked in.
"Hey guys, we need to talk to you." Bill says solemnly.
Kevin and I just look at each other; somehow we already know what is going to happen.
"We have to move soon, don't we? Kevin asks sadly.
"Yes." This time Mary speaks up, "I'm afraid that we need to be there by next week."
"Where?" Kevin and I ask in unison.
Bill looks at Mary and hangs his head. She speaks again, "London."
"What?!" Kevin and I are blown away.
Thoughts begin to race around in my mind. Next week? London? Would I ever see my friend again if he goes that far away? What would happen to our friendship? How would we keep in touch? I look at Kevin only to have him stare back at me with the same worried expression. We look up at Kevin's parents, who look back and say, "We're really sorry guys. Eric, I think that it's time for you to go home. We need some time to talk to Kevin. Claire can give you a ride."
I look back at Kevin, then stand up telling him, "I'll see you later I guess." I then trudge out of the room to go wait for Claire in the car.
The next week passes like a blur, Kevin and I hanging out some more, trying to make the most of our time together but we both know we are fighting a losing battle. We talk a lot more. Talk about the move, Kevin shows me pictures of his new house, it's beautiful. He shows me pictures of his new neighborhood and they're nice. The only problem is that they're in London, half way across the Earth.
Before anyone wants it, all of our time is used up and it's moving day. My whole family comes to see them off. While our parents are saying their goodbyes, Kevin and I sneak off to the other side of the moving truck.
"Well, this is it." Kevin says, looking down at his feet.
"Yeah." I'm doing the same.
"Kevin." I say, looking up for the first time.
"Yeah?" We lock eyes and, for a moment nothing is said.
"I- I'm going to miss you." I can't keep this up any longer. I look back down at my feet only to feel a soft paw on my chin, lifting it gently. We lock eyes once more and this time he speaks.
"I'm going to miss you too."
I can't stand it anymore; I bring him into the biggest, warmest hug of my life. He does the same, wrapping his paws around my back. We lose track of time, locked in our embrace. I begin to feel that strange fluttering in the pit of my stomach. Not wanting to think about that now, I push it aside. When we finally break away, I feel my eyes welling up with tears. I quickly blink them away, trying to mask them with a hollow laugh saying, "Now get out of here, you scrawny little pup."
He smiles and looks into my eyes saying, "I'll keep in touch, you big fast bear." With that, he walks away. As I watch him go, I begin to feel empty inside. I know there is something I have to do, something I have to say but I can't seem to figure out what. I need to tell him something! But what?! What?!
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"I love you."
My soaked head snaps up, my tear filled eyes leap open. That's it. That was the feeling in my stomach, that's why I'm depressed. I was in love with Kevin. I AM in love with Kevin! And I never told him! And now I would never get the chance. We have been out of touch for the better part of two years. I don't even know what his phone number is anymore.
I break down in the shower, my tears mixing with the now cold water running down my face. Crying because I was too stupid to realize it earlier. Crying because the only one who could comfort me is somewhere in London. Crying because I am alone.