Splitting Hairs
**** Foreward: This story goes with the stories Lover's Dawn, The Hunter and the Prey, and Stallion's Dusk. They are not intended to be read in any order in particular. Happy reading! ****
Where are they? I couldn't be certain - all these thoughts rushing through my head aren't going to help me find my medication, they're just going to aggravate me. The one thing I truly should be holding onto tighter than my cock, and I've misplaced it. I can't go outside without my pills. I really can't. Sometimes I really wish people would understand that the way I get without them isn't me. It's someone else, and every time I wake up after an episode it's a new discovery process, and I hate it.
Tonight really was a bad night to misplace those; I have a date, and I haven't had a date in so incredibly long, and this guy is someone I don't want to put off.
I sat down and thought about it, giving serious thought to just how I may maneuver myself through the evening without my MPD getting the best of me; it certainly wasn't going to be something easy, I could assure myself of that. Maybe if I could just relax, and hope not to come across an aggravating situation. I swallowed my fears, letting them get caught in my throat, and walked out the door and down the street to the park. This wasn't going to be easy. I was afraid of just about everything I saw: the husky on the corner asking for change, the vixen looking for a score for the night. It wasn't a good part of town, and that was most of the problem. I looked at my watch. 9 on the tick, right as I walked into the park, and toward the center fountain. Every breath I took felt like ice, and my footpaws felt like bricks with every step, my stomach churned. I was nervous, and nervous wasn't a good thing.
I could have sworn to you, I forgot that my tail was attached to my butt as I sat down, because it hurt just a little not brushing it to the side before sitting, pinching off all its nerves. I yelped as I jumped off the bench and then, blushing at my clumsiness, went to find another bench to sit on. I had hoped nobody had seen, but it was much too late for that anyway.
Where was he? it was already 9:05. Every second that passed felt like an hour, and every little sound I heard I could have sworn would have been him. I had just noticed I had begun to breathe heavily when I heard hooves trotting along. I looked down the walkway, there he was, a dark haired stallion in a leather jacket. Had I not known any better on seeing him, I could have sworn at that moment it was like a scene out of a bad trashy romance novel.
I shook a little and stood up to meet him as he walked up to me; and before I could even get a word out he threw his arms around me and hugged me.
"Artisan! Finally we meet in person!" He scratched my back as he hugged and I could do nothing but turn to putty in his arms. All my nervousness had been squeezed out of me from that one hug as I put my arms to his and hugged back.
"Heh! No- no kidding, huh? What's it been, 3 months?" I replied as we broke the hug.
"Too long to wait, at least our schedules finally aligned though. So, shall we adjourn to dinner?" Nathan chuckled and shook his head a little, his hair breezing back off of his face. I replied with a simple "Let's."
We walked side by side and I tried my best not to be too close, I really liked Nathan from talking to him over the phone and online, and I didn't want to give him the wrong impression; he was a really nice guy from what I picked up and I knew we had both agreed to just call it a friendly dinner instead of labeling it explicitly as a 'date'.
It was a nice Italian restaurant; I felt a little underdressed. Nathan was looking wonderful, the way he carried himself made it seem like he owned the place. As we sat down I nibbled on bread as we chatted, as we had done so often over the phone.
"So you said you wanted to tell me something about yourself that you wanted to say in person?" Nathan asked me.
"Yeah; I , well..."
"It was... um... " I didn't know why this was so hard for me to say. It wasn't something that was my fault; and I knew he'd understand but still, I could barely choke it out.
"I came out to my parents about 6 months ago. Before we met, really. My dad, well--he didn't take it too well. He threw me out of our home."
Nathan's eyes got sad, and at the same time scared, and he put his hand on mine. "I'm so sorry to hear that... have you talked to them since?"
"No, not really. My dad just told me that it wasn't normal; and that I didn't belong there. That was it." I felt a little better actually after telling someone. I hadn't told anyone except for my psychiatrist; but then again that seemed to me like it didn't count.
"I can't believe that." Nathan still had a slight tinge of fear, and seemed upset about my predicament.
"You know, I haven't come out to my parents yet. I don't know if I can actually." Upon hearing Nathan say that; I don't know where from but I got a fiery urge to be courageous for him.
"Well, I'm glad I did it. Despite the situation I'm in now, I don't regret it. They were going to find out sooner or later; and why not sooner? I mean, I was sick of living a double life, having to lie to them about things. I'm the one that has to live with myself all day every day, not them. And I'd rather be able to live with myself knowing I could be me no matter where I am."
Nathan sighed as he replied to me, "My uh, situation's a little more complicated. I already know how my parents will react - cause they did it to my brother; they threw him out. And my mom wants grandkids I know, and I don't know how I can even tell them now. Especially because I said things to my brother too when that all happened; I kind of threw him under the bus so to speak..." He looked ashamed, and upset. I rubbed his hand and consoled him. "Hey, no matter what, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere."
"Except I have to run to the little cheetah's room I'll be right back." I got a chuckle out of him as I said that.
Dinner went on, we paid, and left, and as we walked out, Nathan turned and asked, "Well, where to?" I was relieved at that. It wasn't a question of calling it a night for him.
"My place is pretty close, if you want." Almost as soon as I said so, we were off, back to my apartment, and almost just as soon, I couldn't tell you how, we were snuggling on my bed and watching TV. It had been a bit since I had felt this, and I loved it.
Of course, being little spoon for me carried the consequence of having a horse's hand on my belly. He ran it up under my shirt to feel my belly fur, and rubbed at it gently, carefully, not wanting to overstep any bounds. Jokingly he said "It's so nice to unwind like this. I've been tied up so much lately with working; its nice to have some good company."
I purred resoundingly when he said tied up, and my body responded to the words; he must have picked up on it. "Oh? Tied up hmm?" I got up from my bed and wandered over to my closet, giggling all the while and looking devilishly over my shoulder. I couldn't take it, all his touches made me so incredibly horny and I could tell that thing poking into my rear as I was laying with him wasn't his wallet. I started to throw a few special things I had onto the bed. First a couple of wrist cuffs, a harness, a ball gag, and a spreader bar. Wow did his eyes go wide over that one.
"Well, as it just so happens it looks like someone is going to get tied up again. And just when you could relax." I chuckled. I knew Nathan was into this from talking to him online, I was curious to see how he was going to react.
"Oh? And what makes the kitty think he's the one in charge hmm?" Nathan scooted to the edge of the bed and sat, straddling his legs around me as I stood in front of him.
"Um, hopes and dreams?" I swished my tail to and fro. Suddenly he had grabbed me and hoisted me onto the bed, on my back, and held me by the wrists. "Nope!" He replied as he grabbed a wrist cuff, sitting himself in my lap and straddling me, he happily tightened it and bound it to one of my bed posts. I watched every motion of his--well, okay, I was really looking at his crotch.
The stallion moved to my other wrist, binding me down to the post as I wrestled against him, I purred at his strength and grinded up against him. He murred and stroked over my chest, soon after he moved his hands down and undid my pants, quickly pulling them from me and leaving it drafty below the waist.
"Hmmm, I wonder how this thing works?" The stallion curiously picked up the spreader bar, then moved to my legs. I closed my eyes and flattened my ears, breathing heavily and feeling a little embarrassed. He locked it into my ankles, one by one, spreading me apart. I blushed deeply as he crawled up to me with the gag.
"Awwwww!!" I flattened my ears and writhed against him, but he would have none of it. He soon tied the gag around me forcibly and kissed my nose. "Awww, you're so cute when you struggle."
Hearing that drove me wild and I couldn't help but become a little - okay, I was harder than Chinese calculus. And he knew it; his hand was teasing my tip, rubbing my drips of precum along it. He lifted the spreader by the center, and began to force my ankles closer to my head, exposing me. I could feel his tip teasing at my wanting tailhole and I squirmed against the restraint, but was held helpless, and was loving every second. I moaned louder and pulled on my cuffs.
And suddenly - oh no, please not now, any time but now. I could feel myself getting dizzy and the edges of my vision going dark, just as he started to penetrate my rear. It felt so electrifyingly good, but I was helpless to stop from blanking out, and soon and surely, it happened...
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I couldn't believe my position. Artisan was so much cuter than his pictures led on, and now I had him half naked with his ass up and oh, did he feel tight. At first, just as I pushed in he moaned lightly and flattened his ears; but soon after I must have hit his pleasure button, as he began to writhe against me and squirm in his cuffs. He was absolutely going wild, and his cute little body pressed against me as I began to make long and slow thrusts in and out of him.
He felt so tight, and despite how he was struggling so hard against me, I loved his energy. I pushed the spreader even more, giving me angle to thrust harder and faster. I could feel myself building up, and the poor cheetah went limp from the thrusts, but I couldn't stop now. I moved faster and faster, and with every thrust he whined, only driving me to thrust harder into his cute little ass. Suddenly I released, hard, and moaned out loudly as I filled him up with my seed, thrust after thrust overflowing him.
I panted heavily and relaxed my grip on the spreader, bringing it back down to rest his legs. I began to kiss up along his belly and up his chest, and as I did so I undid the spreader form his ankles, and the cuffs from his wrists.
He lay there, not hugging back, to let him know I was here I stroked his sides before undoing his gag, and kissed his nose. And then as I looked into his eyes my heart sank. There was nothing but fear and pain; he had been crying.
"Hon, are you okay? Oh my god... I'm sorry, was it too rough? What's wrong?" I went to hold his cheek, and he turned his head away, avoiding eye contact.
"Get out." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Get out, get off of me, fag. Go!" He yelled it. In pain, in hurt. My heart sank into my stomach and I felt like I was going to throw up. All I could do to keep from losing it myself was to hurriedly gather my clothes up from the ground and leave. What did I do wrong?
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Waking up in a dumpster was probably the worst place I could have imagined. My stomach ached in pain, and the taste of blood was in my mouth; my head was killing me and was sore to the touch. Moaning in pain was just about the only thing I could do.
"Art? Is that you?" The lid opened and standing over me were two bunny ears. It was Ince, my co-worker and friend in his waiting outfit. It was dark out. How long had I been--oh no, what happened with Nathan?
I forced myself upright and out of the dumpster. I nearly fell over but Ince caught me. I had noticed in my haze I was right in the alley behind our work.
"Oh my god! Art, what happened to you?" Ince held me close to him. He knew I had MPD, and that though it was rare things like this happened, he had seen an episode or two before.
"Ince, I'm really sorry but I have to go. I have to find someone."
"Art, you should go to a doctor. You're dripping blood and woke up in a dumpster. Let me take you to the hospital."
"I'll be okay, hon, I promise. It's nothing a little time won't heal. Hey - wait, what day is it?"
"It's Friday."
It had been a day since I blacked out.
"Oh... I'm sorry Ince. They called you in because I didn't show, didn't they?"
"It's all right, Art. I'm just glad you're okay. I was worried when I heard you went missing. You're sure you're all right? I really think you should go to the hospital."
"I promise, Ince. Look, I have to go; I really need to find someone." With that I was off. Ince, always the one to look after me shouted "Don't over exert yourself!" I hurried over to the club across the street and hopped on my cell phone. I found I had missed calls from Nathan, and a voice message. There was nothing but grief in his voice, and he kept asking what he did wrong and to beg me to tell him.
I should have told him. I should have told him about my problem, and I didn't.
Hurriedly I rushed in past the bouncer, after flashing my ID went to the bathroom to clean off. I was still throbbing in pain, but I had to find Nathan. I hurried back out into the club and searched around to see if I could find Nathan. Face to face, none of them were the right stallion.
After a bit of searching to no avail I decided to just take a break at the bar. It's funny how, when at a bar, and with a timid personality, a question from a tall, dark, and handsome Sheppard behind the bar can become a demand.
"What are you drinking tonight, cutie?" Oh his voice. Why did it have to be deep? I could feel my tail tucking and my cheeks flushing. I practically choked on my words while squeaking them out.
"A uh, Long Island? I mean Iced tea? I mean a long island iced tea, the alcoholic one-"
"Woah there, speedy. All right, sounds like you need something to loosen your tongue up anyhow. Comin' right up."
After getting my drink, I sat and sipped, still flush in the face from the barkeep. At least the alcohol would help the pain in a little bit. I looked out onto the floor for any sign of Nathan but couldn't find any.
And out of nowhere it hit me - two ice cubes and half of a drink splashed onto my face.
"No, you can't buy me a drink, fuck off." A white wolf to my right stepped away from the bar and there sat a Doberman with an empty glass, who suddenly looked remorseful as he saw the rest of his drink dripping down the side of my face. It was cold. Really cold.
"Oops. Sorry about that."
I turned a little towards him. "It's okay. Hey--have you perchance seen a dark furred horse, most likely wearing leather?"
"Yeah, he's in my dreams every Tuesday and Thursday." The dobie was pessimistic when he responded. I slinked into my seat a little when he spoke.
"Sorry. I haven't. At least not one cute enough to remember."
By now I had already finished my drink. Nervous sipping had turned into nervous gulps, and the pain in my head and gut was now becoming unimportant to me as I started to get dizzy.
"How you holding up there, speedy?" The Sheppard stood over me.
"I think... one more should do..." I spoke timidly again but was proud I didn't get long winded. The alcohol was working.
As I started into my second the dobie looked over at me.
"You're drinking quite a bit for such a little guy. Meeting a date?"
"I guess you could say that."
"Well take it easy, huh? You don't want to be passed out before he shows up you know."
And in between us happened to step a dark haired stallion.
"Hey, could I get two--"
"Nathan?" I put my paw on his arm to get his attention.
"Artisan! What are you doing here?" Nathan looked very shocked to see me. I wasn't sure how to reply to that. A full hour of trying to track him down and now I couldn't even think of how to begin.
"Can I talk to you?" Was all I had.
"Okay." Nathan glanced over his shoulder at the dance floor hurriedly. "Let's go upstairs."
I followed Nathan upstairs into one of the rooms as best I could. The stairs were hard to get up, and he was going so fast. He got to a room and as soon as I stumbled in he closed the door.
"Art, I'm really sorry for what I did. I didn't know I was hurting you and I should have made sure it was okay first before doing it. I'm so sorry." Nathan was having a hard time even talking, his words were rushed.
"Wait... Nathan, there's something I didn't tell you..." I was already feeling too dizzy and nervous to even choke this out. The alcohol was a mistake. I felt like I was going to throw up mid sentence.
"I... I have split personalities... I take pills for it but I couldn't find them yesterday..." I started crying. I couldn't stop and didn't want to, or even understand why I would be, I just couldn't help it. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my eyes started to burn so much I couldn't hold them open.
"You're kidding... so... that wasn't you?" Nathan's eyes got really big with surprise. I was crying a lot but I never forgot how pretty his eyes were.
Oh god. Of course; we blacked out in the middle of sex. He was in me and then I disappeared.
All the nerves, all the crying, the sore head, and mostly the booze, reminded me how tired I was. I could feel myself dropping off again, just for a little sleep. After a quick nap everything would be okay, I could think straight again. (You know what I mean, the other kind of straight, not the female male kind, jeez. You know a spaghetti noodle is straight until you heat it up. Oh no, I'm drunk). I stumbled towards Nathan and practically fell against him, he caught me in his arms.
"Art? Are you okay? Jeez, had a bit to drink?"
I looked up at him, oh those big pretty eyes.
"I think your eyes are my favorite thing about you." I licked his nose before putting my head on his chest, my nice comfy pillow. Sweet dreams for the cheetah.
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