New Beginnings
#1 of Chance Encounters
Characters copyright to Rhazagal, 2006. Contains scenes of homosexual nature and if you find such scenes offensive you should stop reading. Hope the rest of you enjoy what I managed to pen up =) (And yes, I suck bigtime with titles so bear with me :P)
The air of the August night was surprisingly cool and brisk. The street lamps cast their artificial lights on the dark pavement, every now and then one of them illuminating the lonely figure walking down the streets. Coming by the dark display window of a shop the figure stopped to examine his reflection. Robert snorted at his own reflection. Staring back at him was the figure of a skinny, sixteen years old bunny, creamy of fur with a black spot around his left eye, clad in loose, baggy jeans that had seen better days and a navy-blue sweater, the hood of which was pulled firmly over his head. Covering his feet he had sneakers that had, at least once, been white. Unlike most lapines, Robert didn't have the typical pair of long front teeth; something he had always considered to make him a weirdo.
With his paws deep in the pockets of his jeans Robert moved along. Fifth day in the new town and already he had had a massive row with his mother, this time over something as trivial as socks left lying on the floor of the living room. In the end Rob had, once again, gotten tired of listening to his mother and left the house. Of his father he had no idea. His parents had divorced when the bunny-boy had been very young, one or two perhaps, he couldn't remember.
The new school was quite alright. He had already managed to befriend a couple of guys; mainly a fox called Thomas and then Gary, a black kangaroo who was more than just a little addicted to videogames. Other than that, he knew very little of the new town, this one being much larger than any other he had lived in so far.
Without much of a thought the rabbit took a turn to an alley. He had managed to wander to the less-wealthy part of the town, the buildings there mainly three or four stores high, made of red bricks and all of them in various states of disrepair. The small alley was filled with litter and garbage cans, the nasty smell of old garbage making Robert sneer.
The sound of a match being lighted, followed by the small flame, made Robert realise he wasn't alone in the alley. Casually the stranger lit a cigarette and then tossed the match away. The smoker was a black wolf, wearing equally black jeans and tee-shirt. The wolf was leaning casually against the brick wall, puffing out a long stream of smoke before easing himself away from the wall.
"Isn't this a little late hour for you to be outside, kid? Shouldn't you be home listening to your mom telling you a bedtime story?" Said the wolf without much of a hurry, the flash of white fangs telling Robert the canine was grinning.
"Bite me...I go where I want, when I want." Came Rob's answer.
The wolf took a couple of steps closer to Robert, a cocky smile curling on the lupine's lips "I just might very well actually do that. You should know better than to wander to our turf, kid."
"'Our turf...?'" the bunny asked, but soon understood why the canine had been using plural. Standing behind the bunny was two more black wolves dressed in similar way to the smoker.
The first one of the wolves flicked his cig away and nodded, the two others immediately yanking and twisting Robert's arms behind his back. The lapine couldn't do much against the clearly larger and older canines, though he did try his best to release himself from the vice-like grip.
"This is going to hurt you more than it does me, bunny-boy." The smoker-wolf called as he swung his fist to Robert's stomach, making the young bunny cough and bend over out of pain. The wolf raised his fist and struck Robert again, to face this time. Time and again the wolf hit him, making sure he struck a different part of the body of the defenceless lapine.
Suddenly the duo holding him let go of him and he fell face-first to the dirty pavement, crying quietly as he curled as best he could into a ball.
"Nightfang...Wanna have some fun with the kid?" The wolf who had beaten Robert asked, his tone not promising anything good.
"Will do, Wereking...I hope he's a squirmer. It's more fun when they squirm..." the other one of the two said, the sound of a zipper opening striking Robert's ears like a hammer, his eyes going wide open. Was he going to get raped? Maybe even killed? The fear constricted his throat like a hangman's noose. He couldn't do a thing, couldn't move a muscle to try and stop the wolf; the one who had beaten him having done his job all too well.
"P-Please...Don't." Robert managed to whimper out as the one addressed as Nightfang started to, quite forcefully, pull his pants away.
Wereking chuckled in delight as he watched one of his pals prepare to take the intruder. This alley was his turf and nobody, NOBODY, would mess with him. Heavy footsteps closing in on the place where the four were made everyone stop and turn their attention to the direction of the sound. Out of the shadows of the dark alley someone charged towards Wereking. Before the wolf had a chance to react, a fist collided heavily with his jaw, knocking him to ground.
Without pausing the newcomer ran forward towards Nightfang, ramming his knee to the black canine's face and hurling him a couple of feets away from Robert -who still could do nothing but lie on the ground in pain, his pants halfway down his knees. Through watery eyes he saw the newcomer was clearly of bovine origin, though whether it was a male or a female he couldn't tell.
The third, anonymous wolf drew something from his pocket. There was a click and a flash in the dark as the blade of the stiletto slid from the handle "Don't mess with us you cow..." the wolf snarled in a nasal voice, taking a swing at the newcomer who jumped backwards to avoid the blade.
The wolf swung at him again, but this time the bovine gripped the assaulter's wrist and wrenched hard, forcing the canine to drop the knife before knocking him out with a thundering blow to the side of his muzzle.
"You'll...You'll pay for this some day you piece of shit..." Wereking called and then, with his tail tucked between his legs, scampered down the length of the street, Nightfang following soon after having first picked up the third wolf.
"Hey...Hey kid? Are you alright?" The bovine asked as he knelt by Robert. The bunny could now tell it was a bull that had saved him. Unlike the other bulls Rob had seen, this one was quite small and surprisingly lithe, though still clearly athletic of build. The fur of the bull was almost fiery red in colour, his clothing consisting of a rather tight pair of ordinary blue jeans and a denim vest that had, apparently, once been a denim jacket.
"I hope I came in time. Did they...Did they manage to...?" The bull asked, to which Robert answered by slowly shaking his head, thinking the bovine was trying to ask if the wolves had managed to violate him sexually. "Oh thank god...Come on now, stand up. You can't possibly stay here on the alley." Quite briskly the bull then helped Robert up, going even as far as helping the young bunny to get his pants back on.
Still hurting pretty badly, Robert collapsed against the bull the moment he let go off of him. The bull simply sighed and picked, quite easily, the small bunny to his arms "My place ain't far away from here...I'll get those injuries of yours treated and then I'll be calling your parents." he held a small pause before continuing, walking slowly down the street as he did "You got lucky, you know...If I hadn't been around to hear the noise those three were making..." Robert didn't say anything.
After a short walk the bull stopped to open the door leading to one of the buildings. Still somewhat in a state of shock Robert couldn't resist as the bull carried him up at least two flights of dimly lit stairs. He took a left turn and passed down three doors lining the hallway before stopping and placing Robert on the ground for a moment to fish out a key from his pocket.
"Welcome to Tim's kingdom." The bull said quietly as he guided Robert in, seating the bunny on the sofa in the centre of the small living room. Tim, the bull, walked around the couch and vanished somewhere. Slowly Robert started to examine his surroundings as the shock slowly wore off. Tim's apartment wasn't really large, but for the most part it was tidy; no dirty clothes lying anywhere, all the pizza boxes were neatly piled beside the litter bin in the small kitchen located behind and to the right of the couch. A small corridor with a door on the end and on the left most likely led to the bed- and bathrooms.
In front of him was a small sofa table with the controller of a PS2 lying on it. Following the line leading from the controller the bunny saw a large, 32'' flat-screen TV resting on a sort of an alcove in a shelf. On top of the shelf lied the game console, the games of which were neatly stacked on a separate shelf by the left side of the TV. All in all the small apartment felt kinda cozy. "I wish I could live on my own, far away from that bitch who gave birth to me..." Rob thought to himself.
A couple of short moments later Tim came back carrying a bowl of water, a small towel slung on his shoulder and a first-aid kit under his arm. Placing the stuff on top of the table the bull knelt in front of Robert, a small, somewhat nervous smile appearing on the bovine's face "In case you missed it earlier on, my name is Tim. Hope it's okay with you for me to check up on those bruises of yours...I've been through a first-aid course or two, so I know what I'm doing, okay?" Tim said quietly, soaking the towel in the bowl a little bit before leaning in to wipe some dirt and blood away from Robert's face.
Robert, however, leaned away from the bull "I'm not a kid...I can take care of myself."
Tim sighed and tried again, to no avail. Robert pulled angrily away once more "Look, kid, I'm just trying to help you here."
"Yeah, well, did I ever ask for your help?"
"No, you didn't, but if I hadn't come and interfere them, you'd right now either be having your ass full of wolf cock, or then full of spooge with your throat slit open...I've seen that happen around this part of the town."
Robert didn't say a thing, looking away instead. The bull had it correct alright. He pretty much owed his life to Tim for having saved his sorry hide. The bunny sighed and mumbled then quietly "I guess you're right."
"Damn right I am...Hell, I've been through the same a couple of times myself when I was younger, you know." Said Tim as he, for the third time, attempted to clean Robert up and this time the bunny didn't resist, allowing the bull to wipe away the mess of dirt, tears and blood from his face.
"This is going to sting a little bit." The bull commented as he took some cotton wool and antiseptic fluid from the first-aid kit. He dampened the bit of cotton wool with the fluid and, quite tenderly, pressed it against the cut right above Robert's left eye. The bunny-boy inhaled sharply as he felt the sting of the antiseptic fluid, though he did his best to conceal any further signs of discomfort as the bull went through the rest of the injuries on Robert's face, applying band aid-spray from another bottle. Quite apparently the bovine had been doing all that on several occasions before and Robert could just about understand why; the neighbourhood he lived in seemed quite rough compared to the mid-class suburbs he himself lived at with his mother.
Having finished patching Robert up, Tim stood up and wiped his hands to the back of his jeans "I need to go downstairs for a moment. Feel free to play some videogames if you want to, or if you are hungry there's pizza in the fridge."
Just as the bull was about to close the door of the apartment behind him, he snapped his fingers as if remembering something "Oh yeah, the channel for that console is zero." And with that Tim was gone.
Feeling a little puzzled the bunny stood up and started to examine the rack of games Tim had. Final Fantasies from seven to X-2, Kingdom Hearts one and two, Tekken five and many many more, mostly fighting games and RPGs. He didn't feel like playing games, however, so instead he started to examine the small apartment a little more.
The kitchen was just as neat as the living room. No stains or dirty dishes anywhere to be seen and even the closets were in nigh-perfect order. "If I have to give this Tim credit from something, then it is for the fact he is even tidier than my mother." Robert thought to himself before wandering to what he thought was the bedroom.
Slowly pushing the door open, Robert peeked in. The first thing he noticed was the strong, sweetish scent of incense drifting from the room. Other than that it appeared to be just an ordinary bedroom with a bed, two nightstands, a work desk with a laptop on it and a couple of drawers. The only thing Robert found curious was the size of the bed; it was well big enough for two to sleep in. Apparently the bull liked to have some space whilst visiting the land of dreams.
Before Robert had a chance to further explore the room, he heard a key turning in the lock. Swiftly the bunny left the room just in time to see Tim walking in.
"Well, kid, it's already quite late so it might be best you stay over here for the night. I'll drop you to school in the morning, okay?" said Tim as he cleaned up the first-aid stuffs.
"I'm not a kid...I DO have a name, you know."
"Well until you decide to mercifully grant me the knowledge of your name, I'll have to keep on referring to you as 'kid'."
Robert sighed. The sarcasm was heavy in the bull's voice, though he also had -yet again- a point. "My name is Robert...Now stop calling me a kid."
Tim nodded "Alrighty, Robert. You can sleep in my bed for the night. I changed the sheets this morning so it's all nice and tidy."
Robert thought about it for a moment. Where the bull would be sleeping if he was occupying the bed? Not next to him, hopefully! "Tim...Where will you be sleeping, then?"
Tim patted the couch with a small smile on his bovine features "Right here on this couch. Been there before, seen it all, got the scars, so no worries there."
"Right..." Robert weighed his options for a short while. He couldn't, or more likely wouldn't, go home, the streets were clearly a dangerous place to stay at and Tim's offer and intentions seemed sincere. After a few moments of uneasy silence Robert nodded "Alright, I'll stay here for now. Think you could take me to school in the morning?"
"That's been my intention ever since I brought you here, Robert."
"Okay, well, uhh...I guess I'll see you in the morning then, Tim." Said Robert, before turning and slowly slouching down the short corridor to Tim's bedroom. There he simply kicked away his shoes and chucked his sweater, jeans and tee-shirt to the floor, barely having the strength to remove the cover-blanket from Tim's bed before falling face-first on it and sighing then deep "What a day..." he said quietly to himself. Within moments the lapine was asleep.
Meanwhile, back in the living room, Tim fished Robert's wallet out of his pocket. The bull had 'acquired' the item whilst helping Robert over to his apartment and judging by the fact the bunny hadn't said anything, Tim had managed to take the wallet quite subtly. "Guess those old skills are still there somewhere..." The bull thought to himself as he flicked through Robert's wallet.
He wasn't interested in the small amount of money he found there. He wasn't a thief, not anymore at least. His interest lied in the Student ID card, containing the personal info of Robert and most importantly...his address. A quick text message to a number service and Tim had Robert's home number.
The pone rung twice before a worried female voice answered "R-Robert is that you?"
"No Mrs...Bell? My name is Timothy Anderson and, well, I believe you have a son called Robert, right?"
"That's right..." Came the answer slowly.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you, that your son is alright."
For the next fifteen minutes or so, Tim convinced Robert's mother that he'd take her son to school the following morning and that the boy was alright, if somewhat tired. Of the little "incident" with the three wolves Tim didn't say a word. There was no need to cause any excess worry to an already clearly worried mother.
Having finished the call Tim sighed. He needed some sleep, too...badly. He got undressed, revealing a well defined, quite athletic body, though he was still quite sleek compared to any other given bull. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that his grandmother from his father's side had been half human or something like that, which also resulted in Tim having no hooves whatsoever, but feet. Then again Tim didn't really care.
Born outside of marriage into an overly religious family, Tim had always been considered a bastard. After his parents had passed away in a car accident five years ago, Tim had been left on his own, disowned by the rest of his relatives. He had had to learn to survive on his own and to scrape up a living somehow. The fact he was still alive was all thanks to the friendly Great Dane, William, who was the owner of the bar downstairs as well as the landlord of the entire building.
Some of the bull's memories were good, others weren't. But now he had finally managed to get his life considerably right. Student at a local university of applied sciences with a job that paid him rather well, well enough to pay for his educational fees and living, Tim was actually quite well off. Then again, his job was one he didn't want to do for very long. Just long enough to graduate from school and get a real job.
With a small shake of his horned head Tim snapped out of his thoughts. Having had at least eight hours worth of school, combined with the fist-fight with the gang, left Tim feeling more than a little tired. Wearing nothing but underwear, the bull heaved his feet on the couch and lied then down to stare at the ceiling.
"I wonder what that Robert would think if he knew how I earn my living..." He thought to himself as his eyelids, now feeling quite heavy, slowly fell shut.
The following morning Tim, already clad in a new set of jeans with a plain red tee-shirt, snuck into his own bedroom to wake Robert up. The bunny was lying in the middle of the bed with an arm slung over his face, the steady, quiet sound of breathing indicating the white bunny was still fast asleep. Before waking the boy up, though, Tim put the lapine's wallet back to where he had taken it from.
"Wake up, Robert; it's time to go to school." Tim said as he shook the boy gently by the shoulder.
With a yawn Robert removed his arm from his face, the look on his face clearly stating 'Where in the hell am I again?'. Slowly Robert sat up and stretched. "What time is it...?"
"Six thirty in the morning."
"School won't start before ten for me..." Said the bunny drowsily whilst heaving his feet to the floor and ultimately standing up to stretch some more.
Tim chuckled "Lucky you. But since mine starts at eight and I promised your mother to drive you to school, you don't have much of a choice."
Robert's eyes flashed open "You...Called my mother?"
"Yes. She sounded more than just a little worried about you. I told her you were fine and safe over here and that I would take you to school today. Took a little bit of convincing but eventually she agreed." Turning around and walking to the door, Tim added before leaving "I thought it best you spent the night here since you obviously weren't ready to face your mother."
Once again alone, Robert got dressed. On one hand he was angry at the bull for having called his mother, but on the other he understood Tim's motives for doing so. "He's making sure no legal hounds of hell get released on him for this." Robert thought to himself as he made his way to the kitchen.
He was greeted by the sight of Tim eating breakfast consisting of toast, cereal and -most likely, judging by its colour- orange juice. The bull smiled at Robert "Feeling hungry? Take whatever you want from the fridge, or if you want cereal they are in the closet right on your right side."
Robert checked the fridge and ultimately ended up warming some leftover pizza for himself. Tim snickered quietly before saying "Healthy choice for a young, growing man." Robert simply rolled his eyes.
After the two of them had finished munching down their breakfast Tim gathered the dishes and placed them neatly into the sink. Robert couldn't hold his curiosity any longer and all of a sudden just blurted "Why are you so neat and orderly? That's almost unnatural."
Tim stopped for a moment to think what to answer. The truth he could not tell, that would surely freak the young lad out. "I...Just like keeping things neat and in order. It makes life that much easier for me."
"RightO..."
"Anyway...It's time to get moving. According to the information given by your mother, your school is on the other side of the town compared to mine. That means I need an extra twenty to get both you and me in time where we should be." Tim said, nodding towards the door for Robert to follow, which the bunny quite obediently did. Tim took a black biker's jacket from a closet next to the door, followed by two helmets. Tim handed then the other, smaller, helmet to Robert with a small smile. "Ever been on a bike before, Rob?"
Robert shook his head, turning the light-grey helmet around in his hands. Who did it belong to? From what he had gathered, Tim was single so why the other helmet? He tried the helmet on as he followed the bull out of the apartment; a little too big but not overly so. Tim's helmet was a little different than most ordinary ones. The front of it could be slid up and it had holes custom made to fit Tim's horns.
A short trip took the two of them down to the first floor and from there to a small garage with two vehicles in it: an old Saab and a black Yamaha sport bike. Tim threw a leg over the bike's saddle and settled down, using then a remote control to open the garage doors. "Hop on!" The bull said merrily as he kicked the bike on, filling the small garage with the rumbling purr of the engine.
Robert climbed on behind Tim. For a moment he looked around himself to find something to hold onto until Tim finally spoke "We're going to go pretty fast. Put your arms around me and hang on tight."
Robert wasn't quite sure how to react to the bull's order. He had never done as much as hugged any of his male friends. Then again, he had heard it was quite common a thing to do when riding on a motorcycle. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Robert put his arms around Tim. With a bit of a grin the bull grabbed Robert's wrists and sternly placed them further around himself "I don't want you to fall, you know? Your mom would skin me twice if something happened to you now that you're on my responsibility."
Tim slammed the facial part of his helmet down and twisted the handle a little bit, taking the bike slowly out to the cracked asphalt road, clicking the remote again to close the garage door. "Here we go!" He shouted and then twisted the handle hard, sending the bike into a rapid acceleration. So fast, in fact, that the front wheel rose from the street atleast two feet, making Robert yelp in surprise.
Without even noticing it himself, the bunny was squeezing himself tightly against Tim's back as if the bull was the one thing separating him from life and certain doom. Tim noted the firm squeeze with a bit of a grin, dodging a car that went too slow in his opinion before veering back to the correct side of the road. The dull, red brick houses flew past them and soon enough changed into small stores as they approached the Centrum. Their trip took them through the very heart of the town, right along the edge of the market square. The buildings there were taller and several quite well known businesses, such as Pizza Hut and K-Mart, had their stores there. Mostly the buildings were in various shades of yellow or white; a stark contrast to the less wealthy part of the town.
The centrum, too, was soon left behind, replaced by lush, green suburbs with small rolling hills. All in all quite the idyllic and serene place, the serenity of which was only broken by the rather loud noise of Tim's bike as he drove through it. The bull was quite aware he would be waking several people up, but he didn't care. He was in a hurry and this little shortcut saved him a couple of extra minutes.
Robert was mostly quiet, silently marvelling the skill with which Tim handled his bike. The young boy wasn't exactly sure how fast they were going, but it was surely way much faster than the speed limits allowed. Some of the houses in the suburbs seemed faintly familiar and after a moment Robert realised, that they were taking a shortcut through the neighbourhood in which he lived. The idea of his mother's closeness made Robert snort.
On top of a steep hill was Tim's first "checkpoint" -Robert's school. The bull yanked the throttle as hard as he could, driving to the gravel covered yard of the high school with nigh insane speed. The bull knew everyone on the yard was watching them, so he thought to give them a bit of a show by slamming the rear brake and turning hard to the right. As planned the back wheel locked and started to slide forward, making the entire bike slide along the gravel sideways. Eventually the bike came to a halt, right in front of the school's front door. Many of the onlookers cheered, whistled and applauded to Tim who simply bowed to everyone.
With more than just a little shaky feet Robert hopped off the bike and handed Tim the helmet, which the bull stored under the bike's seat. As Tim lifted the front of his own helmet to reveal a broad grin, Robert couldn't help but grin too "Thanks for the ride, Tim."
Tim simply nodded "Anytime, Robert, anytime." Some of the older students started to slip away as Tim had revealed his face. Tim didn't mind that one bit although he recognised a face from here and another one from there. Closing his helmet again and nodding to Robert for a goodbye the bull drove away.
The thrill of the ride was slowly starting to wear off of Robert. He once again remembered he had a good two-hour wait until the lessons would start. With a bit of a sigh the bunny headed to the school's mediateck, a combination of a public IT class and a library, only to receive several approving nods and quite a few pats to his back. Apparently Tim's entrance had made an impression on all who had seen it.
Riding alone again as usual, Tim had time to think. "How the hell did I end up the way I am now?" The bull thought to himself. That had to be the most common question he asked from himself.
Five years ago, at the age of sixteen, Tim had lost his parents to a bunch of kids way too high on weed to be driving a car. The last he saw any of his other relatives was at the short, small and simple funeral. After that he had been on his own. The government had tried to set him with new parents, but Tim hadn't liked the idea and before he could even be sent to their care he had taken to the streets. The summer had passed quite alright. It had been comfortably warm with just a few rainy days whole summer, so Tim had been just fine. The winter, however, was a completely other thing.
Soon after having started to live on the streets, Tim had learned there were many who had a thing for handsome young boys. Needless to say, Tim got into quite a few tight situations due to that. On the other hand there were many who would pay for him to have sex with them, some of them paying quite well even. Only black clouds in the sky were the approaching winter and the constant threat of getting mugged; something to which Tim had lost quite a bit of his hard-earned cash.
When winter eventually came, it was a thankfully mild winter though it almost cost the young bull his life. Thankfully on the evening of December thirteenth something akin to a miracle happened. Tim entered the Tinpint, a bar owned by William Smith, a grey Great Dane with black spots and in his late forties, to escape the freezing cold outside. William had taken Tim under his wings, even offering the bull a work in the bar's kitchen, but -as the saying goes- old habits die hard. Tim had already learned to use his looks and his body to earn him what he needed. In the end William gave up, giving Tim free hands on how he would earn his living and also a reasonably priced apartment against Tim's word for him to start his studies for a real job.
The two of them had actually made quite a nice, if illegal, deal. Officially Tim worked in the bar as a cleaner, though in truth the bull acted as a "hireable escort". All customers had to go through William first, who either turned them down or approved them. All those who got approved were then handed a piece of handwritten paper with nothing else but William's signature and date. That was how Tim knew who were and who weren't really approved. Naturally Tim did some good old fashioned street-strolling every now and then just for a change.
So far their deal had worked quite well, though the Great Dane had many times told Tim he quite didn't approve what Tim did for a living. William, however, didn't want a share of Tim's profits since "You sitting in a school and studying fer a work 's all I need, lad."
Tim snapped out of his memories, a small smile curling on his lips. "Finally you can be proud of me, Will...I finally made it to that polytech and in four, maybe five years I'll graduate. Then I'll have no more need to whore myself for cash." He thought to himself as he came to a halt in front of the grey, box-like, four-storey building.
With brisk pace one of his friends jogged to him, high-fiving the bull. The German shepherd was almost boringly average in all respects save for the bit of goatee he had and he was clad in a simple, loose black tee-shirt, black jeans and a long, black coat. "Yo, Tim! You're almost late from that basics of microbiology lecture we start off with."
Tim grinned at the canine "Hi James. I had a few things to take care of before coming over here, so that's why I'm arriving this late. Did you get those papers professor Rosengren handed for us to copy?"
James nodded and handed Tim a small stack of papers from the single-strap backpack he had casually slung on his shoulder "All the course material is there. Seems like we won't need a book this time around!"
Tim grinned and took off his helmet. James was only nineteen, fresh from the very same high school where Tim had dropped Robert not long ago. So far Tim had managed to keep his profession a secret from James. During the couple of months they had been in the same school, the two of them had become good friends. Tim was actually glad he had a real friend. He hadn't had one since his parents passed away, the previous ones having drifted around the country in search for a place to study at.
Once the two of them had gotten inside, Tim hurriedly put his helmet to a small locker which could barely hold it and not much else. They barely made it in time for the lecture, arriving to the lecture hall just as professor Rosengren, an admittedly plump walrus in jeans and a dirty-brown jacket, walked in. During the pre-lecture commotion Tim and James managed to find themselves places quite close to the front. The bull found it quite interesting to see furs from all sexes, ages and lifestyles sitting in the same hall. Goths, geeks, hip hoppers, average Joes, fathers, mothers, even people old enough to be grandparents! Once professor Rosengren got the video cannon working and started talking, everyone in the hall went silent, only the sound of pencils scraping down notes coming from the students whereas the professor lectured in a boring, monotonic, unenthusiastic voice.
Halfway in to the lecture Tim felt a strong poke in his ribs. Turning his head a bit he saw James pointing down on something. It was the canine's notebook with the text 'Med-Students throw a party tonight, wanna come?' written to it's side. Tim shook his head and whispered "Can't, I'm working tonight."
James sighed quietly, erased the text and wrote 'You are boring...Always working and never having fun.' Tim simply shrugged and turned his attention back to the lecturer.
The two-hour wait like flew by as Robert surfed the net, mostly googling up all sorts of things he could possibly come up with. At 9:30 Thomas arrived. In most respects Thomas was like any average guy who knew what to do in a gym. He had a well-defined form, which was still far from being muscular, black-socked paws, a white patch from his thighs and stomach to his chin and tail tip and then a simple, small cone-stud piercing on the corner his right eye. Thomas' light-brown hair was almost always tied to a neat ponytail. His favourite outfit seemed to be the same pair of torn jeans with a loose, baggy white tee and black shoes around the year.
Thomas was usually quite laid-back, never seemed to worry about anything and did everything "right pawedly" as he liked to say (Thomas was a leftie). True to his relaxed philosophy of life Thomas greeted Robert with a friendly slap to the bunny's shoulder followed by a "Goo-ood morning bunny boy."
Robert nodded and flashed a small, lopsided smile to the fox "Ciao, Thomas. Still wearing the same outfit I see."
"Nah...Believe it or not, I've got three sets of these jeans, each finely hand-crafted to contain exactly similar gaps and cuts." Thomas replied with a joking tone, flashing a grin to his rather new pal. They still hadn't gone far enough in their friendship to pay a visit to the other's home, but then again they had met only very recently. In a more serious tone the fox added "SO whatcha doin'? Just surfin' the net?"
"Googling some random stuff...Didn't have anything better to do." Came Robert's answer, topped off with a shrug.
Around ten to ten the two boys got a bit of a startle as all of a sudden someone behind them said in a low tone "Jebutee..."
Turning around to see who it was, Robert and Thomas saw it was Gary, the black kangaroo with a pearly-white underbelly much in the same way Thomas had. Gary was wearing a pair of deep-blue jogging trousers and a black tee with the text 'I'm 2 1337 4 u!' written in white on the front side of it. Gary was a chronic gamer with more than just a bit of flab on him to show what endless hours of sitting in front of the computer with nothing but pizza and soda could do.
"What the hell is that gibberish you are talking?" Thomas asked.
"I FINALLY learned by heart all the things Troll Warlord says in Defence of the Ancients mod for Warcraft three's expansion." came Gary's enthusiastic answer, as if he had done something worthy of a Nobel Prize.
Shifting a bit so Gary couldn't see him, Thomas rolled his eyes and made a pistol out of his fingers, showing then how he wanted to shoot his brains out at that moment by placing his "gun" under his chin and then jerking his head backwards. Robert had to suppress a snicker.
Once Gary got excited over a game, no might in the world could stop or silence him. Even now, without a controller in his paws, the roo's thumbs twitched a little bit, clearly craving to get to hammer the buttons again. Inwardly Robert sighed; it was going to be a long day, even more so since Gary sat right next to him in most classes.
The day seemed to crawl by but eventually it came to an end, the general atmosphere in the class rising considerably as the biology teacher, a younger panther called Anthony, let them off fifteen minutes early. In the general commotion Thomas managed to have a word with Robert without Gary hearing them.
"Rob? You uhh...Think you could, you know, come over to my place now that school is over?"
Robert nodded "Sure. That would be awesome, though I don't have my bike with me..."
"Ah! That's not a problem, cuz I live right around the corner." said Thomas with another friendly pat to the lapine's back. Seeing Gary the fox added with a wave of his paw "Yo Gary! Be seein' you tomorrow." The kangaroo simply waved back at them and went on his way.
Thomas hadn't been lying to Robert about his home being nearby. The two of them went down the hill, talking casually about school, music, favourite stuff, and about fifteen minutes later they arrived in front of a single storey house built out of white bricks. The longish street was lined with trees and the occasional cars. Clearly this was an area where the wealthier people lived, though Thomas didn't have the air of a "rich kid" about him. Thomas tried the handle and it gave way. The fox smiled a bit and then shouted "Dad? I'm home! I brought a pal with me."
A voice from within the house called back "Well that's a pleasant surprise. Is it that Gary with you?"
"No, this is a new kid in town." Thomas replied. To Robert he said "Dad's most likely in the living room. Let's go and greet him before going to my room, okay?" Robert nodded in agreement. Truth be told he felt a little nervous in yet another strange new place, but he tried his best not to let it bother him.
Robert followed Thomas into the house, the two of them leaving their shoes on a rack placed right next to the door. They went through a small room lined with slide-door closets, heading then from there through a larger hall decorated with all manner of photographs and small paintings. They went to the living room to find a fox, like an elderly mirror image of Thomas sitting in a recliner, watching TV. The only thing setting the two foxes apart was the clothing. Thomas' dad wore a pair of expensive looking, clearly new blue jeans and a plain black collar shirt, neatly tucked into the jeans.
Seeing the two come in the older fox stood up and extended a paw to Robert, a small smile curling on one side of his mouth "The name's Ronald, or Ron and as you may guess I'm the father of this foxy here. You're new in town?"
"Yeah...I'm Robert. Me and my mom moved in just less than a week ago, so I guess that makes me new around here, huh?" Robert answered, shaking Ron's paw firmly and briefly.
Ron nodded in approval and then seated himself again "Hope you and your mother enjoy your stay in this town."
Thomas poked Robert to side and winked the bunny to follow. Thomas led Robert to his room in the farthest corner of the house. The room couldn't be blamed for being filled with stuff, since the only things in it were a sofa bed, a couple of closets, TV-stand with TV and Xbox 360 plus a work desk with a chair and a computer, topped of with internet connection.
Thomas tossed his bag to a corner and plopped down on the chair, motioning Robert to take a seat on the couch. An admittedly awkward silence of couple of minutes fell.
"So..." Thomas finally started "You came quite early today, huh? I mean...You have so far always shown up about ten minutes before the lessons start."
"Yeah, I came a couple of hours early today, because I got a ride from this one polytech-student." Robert said whilst tapping his thigh with his fingers. He recounted most of what had happened to him the previous evening, leaving handily away the bit about him nearly getting raped; he felt it was too humiliating to tell.
Thomas listened in silence with a bit of a frown on his features before finally letting out a long, low whistle "Sounds like you've had quite an evening..."
"To say the least, yeah."
"Damn...Lucky thing you pulled through it all." said Thomas, his statement followed by yet another streak of silence before the fox asked "Wanna play something? I've got both Halos, Black, Dead or Alive 4 and a bunch of other games."
Robert thought about it for a moment and then eventually settled in with Halo 2. Thomas took controller number one and Robert, respectively, took the second. As Robert made himself a profile Thomas said "Let's skip the first level...It's boring." Robert just nodded.
For quite some while they both dashed through, around and over ruined sand-coloured buildings, gunning down scores of the alien Covenants as they progressed through the city. Mostly they remained silent save for the occasional "I'll go this way, you go that way." and "Incoming!" remarks.
After a couple of hours of intensive playing Robert checked his watch, slowly standing up. "Well it's getting late. I guess I should get back home since I've already spent one night away from there and mom will surely call the cops if I pull Houdini's for a second night in a row."
Thomas dropped his controller on the couch next to him and stretched, standing then up "Oh? Well I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow in school, then."
"Definitely."
Making his way to the door, Robert put his shoes on and waved Thomas a goodbye before taking it to the streets again, this time sticking to the well-lit and more crowded areas instead of dark, smelly alleys.
Turning open the front door of his home, Robert was first greeted by the sight of his mother, an admittedly gorgeous bunny in her mid thirties with a snow-white fur and, at that moment, an angry expression. As Robert drew breath to say something, he felt a sharp pain on his right cheek, topped of with an audible 'Slap!' as his mother slapped him across the face, only to throw her arms around her son's neck and sobbing long and hard "Y-Young man...D-do you have ANY idea how worried I was?" She managed to say between sobs.
Robert felt quite puzzled. First she had slapped him across the face and was now crying all over him? "Women, especially mothers, are weird..." he though to himself whilst clumsily hugging his mother back. Out loud he said "I'm sorry mom..."
"You were very lucky to have been picked up by that gentleman. What was his name again? Timothy?" She said after finally letting go off of Robert.
"Yeah...Tim was really nice to let me stay for the night."
"We should maybe ask him in for a dinner sometime as a reward for looking after you." Robert's mother said whilst leading her son to the kitchen and sitting him down on a chair. "Feeling hungry? I made some stew..."
Feeling like he couldn't refuse, Robert nodded, only to realise his mother was already filling a cup for him with her back turned and as such couldn't see his nod, so he added "Yeah...stew sounds good right now."
Putting the cup and a spoon in front of her son, Miranda sat down on the opposite side of the table, leaning her elbow against it's surface "But what took you so long to get home today?"
"I was over at Thomas', one of my new friends. He's a cool fox and we seem to get along pretty well." said Robert whilst slowly eating the stew.
"How wonderful of you to have made some friends even though we just recently moved in here."
The two of them talked for a good hour and a half before Robert finally announced he was tired and wanted to have a shower before going to bed.
Idly Robert tossed his clothing to the laundry bin, remembering moments later that his keys and wallet were still in the pocket of his jeans, so he had to fish them out of there. Turning on the faucet he stepped right into the stream of water which was cold at first but warmed up soon after. As the water soaked his fur, the bunny mulled through the events of the past two days, thinking through time and again the events in the dark alley and over at Tim's place.
Finishing off rinsing his fur, Robert stood in the shower-stall for a moment to swipe the excess water out of himself before finishing the drying with a towel. He smothered down his fur with his paws so that it wouldn't be all poofy before slipping, with the towel around his waist, to his room. Form a drawer he fished himself a pair of clean boxers before slipping underneath the covers of his bed and clicking off the light.
In silence Tim sat on his couch, channel surfing in lack of anything better to do. He had told William he'd be working again this evening and was now waiting for someone to show up. He couldn't remember a single working evening when he would not have had someone knocking at his door, asking for his services.
Suddenly his concentration was broken by a knock on the door. Turning off the TV Tim stood up and went to open, only to find out it was, for a change, another nervous first-timer. Tim looked the guy standing behind his door, a timid and nervous looking coyote, from head to toe before asking "Yes?"
With slightly shaky hands the canine handed Tim the sign of William's approval "Will sent me."
Tim stepped aside and allowed the 'yote to enter, taking the piece of paper form him and pocketing it after checking the time and date on it and then closing the door. With a bit of amusement Tim watched the coyote standing next to the couch with clear red flecks on his cheeks; he was blushing! "So how can I be of service?"
"I ummmh...I-I've never been with a guy -or girl for that matter- before and ummm..." The canine replied, still clearly shy enough to not to dare to look into Tim.
Tim motioned towards the bedroom, following suit right at the coyote's heel. Once inside, Tim sat on the edge of his bed and, in casual tone, said "Just tell me what you want and I'll tell you how much you have to pay for it and don't worry, I won't be telling a soul about your visit if that's what makes you worried."
The canine nodded, several times, before stating his wish "I would like to try anal sex..."
"You doing me or me doing you?" Tim asked with a bit of a smile, though he knew most first timers wanted to be bottoms, especially the members of smaller species.
"Ummm...how about you doing me?" Came the coyote's shy reply.
"That'll be one hundred and fifty plus two extra bucks for lube and rubber."
Receiving a nod from his client, Tim stood up and helped the canine first out of his jacket followed by his shirt before moving on to undress himself. The bull was much quicker to release himself from the confines of his clothing, standing fully naked in front of the canine in no time whilst his client was still fumbling with the buckle of his belt. Letting out a bit of a chuckle Tim pushed the 'yote, gently, on his back on the bed, proceeding then to finish the work for the nervous first-timer.
Managing to finally release the canine of his pants and underwear, Tim straightened up. Slowly he coiled his fingers around his limply hanging maleness, proceeding then to masturbate himself to get ready, letting his hand pump up and down the length of hardening meat. The coyote simply lied on the bed, resting on his elbows, watching how the bull slowly worked himself ready. On careful estimation the canine estimated Tim to be around eight-by-two inches in size, less than an average bull, but then again Tim was very lithe and small for one of his kind.
With a playful wink Tim asked "Liking what you see, cutie?"
Receiving a nod from his client, Tim walked over one of the two nightstands, opening up a drawer from it and retrieving a bottle of astroglide and a rubber from within it. With casual ease, having done it countless times already before, Tim opened the wrapper and checked which way around the condom should be rolled down before putting it on top of the glans of his penis, rolling it then down a little bit before squeezing the air out of the tip so it wouldn't break so easily in use. Finally he rolled the rest of it down to the very base of his maleness, popping then open the cap of the astroglide and adding what he thought would be a reasonable amount to make the virgin's deflowering reasonably smooth and painless.
"Any wishes on position, hon?" Tim asked as he knelt on the bed, enjoying the staring he was getting from the canine.
As if snapping out of some sort of a trance, the 'yote flipped on his stomach and then rose on all fours, slowly lifting his tail to reveal his virginal tailhole.
Tim smirked and propped himself behind the canine, his one hand holding the hips of the shivering canine steady whilst he used the other one to guide himself at that quivering ring of pink flesh. Slowly he rubbed the very tip of his penis against the coyote's tailhole, smearing it, too, with some lube. "Whenever you are ready..." Tim then said quietly. As he received yet another nod from the canine, Tim slowly eased his hips forward, constantly adding more and more pressure on the hole he was working with until it finally gave in, allowing Tim's glans to push in.
The coyote let out a small, pained whine as he felt Tim's maleness slipping into his virginal tailhole, stretching his pucker and making him gasp for breath. Tim ceased to penetrate the canine, the hand with which he had guided himself in relocating on top of the coyote's head to softly pet him between the ears "It hurts a bit, I know...But believe me it'll soon pass and then you'll be feeling REALLY good." He said in a reassuring way. Tim then started to slowly push in once more, gradually working inch after inch of his latex-covered maleness into the hot, tight passage of the canine.
Having gotten all the way to the hilt, Tim held a small pause, simply enjoying the feeling of warmth enveloping his cock once again before pulling himself almost completely out, only to slowly ease his way back in, little by little picking up more speed as the subby coyote started to relax, allowing Tim's maleness to do it's work inside his tailhole. As Tim picked up more speed and force, the coyote started to get more and more audible. IT first started as heavier breathing, shifting from there to small "mmm.."s and then to outright moaning as Tim -time and again- poked the coyote's prostate, causing him, too, to get aroused, the canine's maleness soon starting to drip precum on Tim's blanket's just like so many others, Tim included, had done before.
With a steady pace the bull pistoned into the canine's rear-end, a small grin of enjoyment painted on his bovine features, his mouth slowly opening a little bit as Tim joined the coyote by letting out a long, contented sigh, his eyes slowly falling shut in enjoyment of the sex. Tim shifted into a one-knee stance to get a brand new angle to his thrusts, making sure he nailed his client's prostate with each consecutive, rhythmical motion of his hips, his testicles softly slapping against those of the coyote.
Eventually Tim heard the coyote's moaning reaching a whole new level, feeling the ring of flesh clenching time and again around his maleness as the canine reached his climax, spurting one rope of sticky semen after the other on the bed sheets. Focusing hard Tim gave the coyote a couple more humps before letting himself go, too, his load bursting into the rubber hood covering, and protecting, his maleness.
With a satisfied sigh Tim withdrew from the coyote, deftly removing the condom from his limpening maleness and depositing it into a trash bin underneath his work-desk. He watched as the coyote slowly picked himself up from the bed and got dressed, the blush of embarrassment on his cheeks having changed to a healthy flush of red for completely other reasons.
"H-How...How much was it again?" The 'yote asked.
"One hundred and fifty two bucks." Tim replied casually. The canine withdrew the money from his wallet and handed them to Tim who counted them and then said in a formal tone "Was nice doing business with you. If you ever feel like you need a bit of a release, you know where to find me."
Nodding a yes the coyote left, leaving Tim with the task of changing his sheets and wiping himself clean. Just as he finished getting dressed again there was another knock on the door. Tim opened once again only to notice it was one of his regular customers, a chocolate brown stallion with more than just one kink. Flashing a grin Tim let the equine in and took the note from him "Nice to see you again. You be taking the usual treatment?"
"Yeah, as always." the horse replied with a sly grin.
"I'll go get the handcuffs then." said Tim, swatting the equine on the rear before vanishing into his room. This was the way he lived, this was the way he earned his living and he enjoyed it. Whether it was giving or receiving, with one customer at a time or even multiple ones, he enjoyed having sex, though deeo inside he wished he wouldn't have to do it for money. "Once I graduate, I'll get a real job and finally get myself someone I can be happy with." he though to himself as he rummaged through the drawer for the handcuffs, the thought causing a small smile to curl on the corner of his mouth.
So there it was. If you think it was good then DO vote AND leave a comment. ONLY if I get some comments about this will I be publishing a second part. If you don't feel like leaving a comment here, then my email is [email protected]
‾Rhazagal (formerly known as Sly Silentpaw)