Forgiven?

Story by Yuki Mynx on SoFurry

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#3 of Are you there?


Well, I know the story is getting confusing, if I wasn't writing a M/M I wouldn't have the problem of not knowing which "he" I mean when I say "he" (If that makes any sense) So I've been (forcefully) persuaded by my fantastic sensei (evil friend) to try writing it from a first person perspective. Logically it makes sense to make it first person, considering the dialogue intensive text. To be honest I was having alot of problems with my previous writing style (Evident in chapter 2) Also I added the yiff, you better appreciate it, I went through hell (Several times) to make it as it is now. Thanks again to my sadistic sensei who wouldn't let me sleep until it was done. (Laugh if you must, but I'm pretty proud of myself) Anyway here goes, another first attempt :lol: (Comments and suggestions on the change are greatly appreciated)

Chapter 3

"Ray..." I whispered at the ceiling, as I lay on my bed. "How could I?" I wondered staring at my paw. I'd washed the blood off as soon as I got home, but the scent remained transplanted on my hand. "It's because she provoked me" I whispered at the ceiling. "If she hadn't said all that I wouldn't have...." She was right though. "We're not friends." The phrase hurt more then it should have. Suddenly feeling the creeping sensation of sadness, I tried to think of something else. But my mind was centred around the image of a bleeding paw. "Ray I'm sorry" with that I fell asleep.

Voice: "Are you there?"

Sunao: "You again? Go away"

Voice: "Are you there?"

Sunao: "I'm not in the mood for your rubbish"

Voice: "Are you there?"

Sunao: "I said, go away"

Voice: "Are you there?"

Sunao: "Arghh yes I'm here, now piss off"

Voice: "..."

Voice: "Good"

Sunao: "What? Hey wait, who are you?"

"Thump" "Squeak" "Thump" "Thump"

"Urghh what the?"

"Thump" "Thump" "Thump"

What on earth was with the thumping? I opened my eyes and climbed out of bed. Looking out the window, I noticed the sun had just begun rising, telling me it was about 3 in the morning.

"You like it like that you little whore, you like my cock ramming you from behind?"

"Urghh" I groaned as I placed my paw on my forehead. So this is why the neighbours looked at him funny.

"Oh yes Master, it feels so good Master" a woman shrieked

My muscles tensed and my first instinct was to run over to the room next door and massacre the two occupants. "She's lonely" I repeated slowly, yet much more aggressively then usual. Figuring I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, I padded downstairs, looking at the clock, it acknowledged my guess by reading 3:10. It'd be another 4 hours before I can even think about going to school. I quickly looked around the room for something to do, and only found a dirty issue of play girl thrown shamelessly over the dining table. Sighing loudly, I slumped down on the closest stool.

"Where do you want me to cum little bitch?" a man shouted eagerly.

"Urgh" the mere shouts, moans and groans that echoed through the house were giving me headaches. I glanced around the room again, I'd have killed for a set of ear plugs. But a set of mittens caught my eyes. "Hmm? Aren't these?" I thought as I walked over to the mittens and picked them up. The mittens were coloured a creamy pink, with red love hearts plastered all over the place. Each heart had the word "Cooking" cut into them. A smile briefly assembled on my maw, as I turned the mitten inside out, and traced the perfectly stitched words with affection. "To my hopeless apprentice." A gift from his closest friend when he lived in the city. "Hmmm" I hummed as I looked at the mittens, maybe I should make something for him. The thought seemed appealing, and my mind geared into cooking mode.

A cake? "No too flashy"

Chocolate? "What if he doesn't like chocolate?"

Cup Cakes? "Too childish"

Brownies? "Ummm no"

Cookies? "Hmmm but what kind?"

My mind flipped through the countless pages of recipes in my head. Looking for something appropriate. But nothing really stood out. I looked sadly at the mittens again, and smiled at the thought of me making her special cookies. The words "Hopeless apprentice" echoed thrugh my head a few times. "Arghh fine, I'll make them" I shouted at no one in particular. Pulling out the necessary ingredients. I quickly set to work. Having completely focused my attention on cooking. By the time I finished. It was well past 4. I felt a grin trying to escape as I looked proudly down at my work. "Apprentice my foot." I said happily. Despite being a simple cookies this was the hardest recipe he'd come across so far. Glancing up at the clock again the thought of going to apologize before going to school entered my mind. The idea seemed like a good one, and after quickly scooping the cookies into a cloth bag. I ran up stairs and grabbed my bag. Finally noticing that the shouting and moaning had ceased. Not really caring if I woke them, I sprinted down the stairs and slammed the door behind me. As soon as I came to the first intersection, my momentum vanished. I mentally hit myself a few times as I realized I had no idea where I was going. "Dammit" I thought as I slowed my pace down to a trot. "Miss Duran was supposed to tell me where to go after school. Not having anywhere to go, I headed for the school grounds.

The sun had climbed well and truly into the sky now, and the shops were coming slowly to life. I smiled and walked up to the local fish shop. "Good Morning Sir"

The badger blinked a few times and thn readjusted his glasses, "Hey kiddo, how was that salmon I sold you a few weeks ago?"

"Oh it was great, tell me when the next stock come in kay?" I smiled ignoring the fact it was still his 5th day in the small town.

"So what brings you to my humble little store this early in the morning?" he said while gliding his hand over the fish he had on display.

"Oh sorry sir, Have to go to school soon so I'll stop by before I head home" I replied as I looked for something that took my fancy.

"Hmph sure you do, don't blame me if all the good ones are gone" he huffed crossly while crossing his arms in an exaggerated manner.

"Yeah well, guess that can't be helped" I picked at a tasty looking trout wondering what sort of dish it would make.

"Hmm you okay kid, your smiling more then usual but you seem kinda... well down, something wrong with school?"

"You must be getting senile old man, I'm fine" I teased.

"Hey, no old jokes, but if theres anything I can do, just tell me and I'll be glad to help"

"Anything?" I questioned acting as if I were deep in thought

"Absolutely anything" he replied hurriedly. I smiled wickedly

"Well save that trout for me will you, I'll come pick it up after school" with that I shuffled off towards school

"Hey, no fair" he shouted after me as I skipped down the street. "Guess I'm not the best badger to share problems with, he mumbled as he got back to setting up his stall.

I walked past the shabby school gates, and wandered onto the school grounds which doubled as a public park. Looking around I headed for the swings, "After school" I muttered to myself quietly as I took a seat. "After school" I muttered again, as dark clouds of doubt resurfaced. "But he probably won't even see me" I whined, dropping my school bag on the sand, I fiddled with the strings that held the cloth of cookies closed. "Argh I told you not to talk to me, how can I even think of facing you."

"Who knows" a cold voice answered from behind.

I spun my head around and nearly fell of the swings. The wolf merely smirked and took the other swing. "Err umm err good morning" I stuttered stupidly, this was too sudden, this couldn't be real.

The wolf looked at me amused, but didn't reply. "I-I wasn't myself yesterday" I blurted out wanting to apologize. The wolf looked at me expectantly, but again didn't say anything.

"I-I'm really sorry, I know I don't deserve to be forgiven but.."

"Does that mean I can talk to you now?" the wolf murmured.

"What? I mean yes, of course" I felt stupid but didn't care, the wolf didn't seem mad, and that's all that mattered.

"Your not my friend" the wolf stated bluntly.

His words hurt, but they weren't as bad as I'd expected.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to.."

"Yet" he muttered as he turned away.

It took me a few seconds to register what he'd just said. "Your serious?" I asked, hoping with all my heart that I hadn't heard wrong.

"Don't make me say it again" he muttered angrily.

For a second I though I saw him blush, but it was probably just my imagination. This couldn't be happening, it was all too good to be true. Reality struck me, I looked over and noticed a small band-aid covering what should have been an extreme wound. I felt my body tremble, and my eyes began to sting. This wasn't real. It was all just a dream, there's no way I could make these cookies, there's no way that badger remembers me, there's no way he'd forgive me.

"Are you okay?" the wolf asked getting off the swing and walking over.

"Stay away from me" I shouted jumping off the swings.

The wolf flinched and stopped his advance.

"Your not real, this isn't real, it's all just a dream."

"So?" he asked, taking a step towards me.

"I said stay away, I don't want it all to be in my head, when I wake up, you'll hate me again, If I accept your kindness now, I'll only feel worse later"

"So?" the wolf repeated

"I don't deserve your kindness, I'm just some stupid dreamer"

The wolf turned away "Your right, this is a dream"

I cried, I was right, I expected I was, but it still hurt.

"But I don't hate you, I can't" he smiled sadly, picking up the bag of cookies I'd dropped.

"This might be a dream, but I promise I won't hate you in real life"

I felt unsure, how reliable was a promise made by a figment of my imagination?

The wolf opened the bag, and pulled out a single cookie "May I?"

I stared at him suspiciously but nodded my head.

The wolf nibbled on the cookie, closing his eyes, deep in thought.

I felt my heart beat faster, he looked so... cute.

"Think you could make me some of those in the real world as well?"

"Your not real, I can't trust you" I whined sadly,

He smiled, "Then here's a deal, bring me some of these, and I promise I won't be mad at you"

"You promise?" I asked not even certain why I bothered asking.

"I promise" his voice was warm and kind. Something I felt I could get used to.

"Can I still enjoy this dream though?" I asked stupidly, I expected him to disappear, or maybe for myself to wake up. But the wolf smiled again, Before I knew it, he had tackled me to the ground.

He leaned forward slowly and kissed me gently. He pulled back briefly and then his canine tongue ran across my maw and I let him in. Not like I could help it, he was forcing it in anyway. He ran his tongue around my maw, battling with my tongue. Then he slowly pulled away leaving a trail of saliva. I was breathing heavily, I looked into his ruby red eyes. He leaned down again and began to attack my maw with small nibbles. So this is what the cookie felt like, I found myself envying the cookie and smiled. He pulled back "You finally smiled" Before I had a chance to respond he moved from my maw, to my jawbone, and then to my neck. I felt a burning warmth wherever he touched. He stopped for a moment to rip off my clothes. I reached out to pull off his shirt, and soon his shirt was tossed to the side. "Anxious are we?" he asked panting with anticipation himself.

He continued his assault on my neck. Licking and putting small kisses all around it. I could hear myself start to moan, which seemed to have encourage him to do it more. Making small swirls with his tongue he made his way down to my chest, leaving small red marks from where he was nibbling. He stopped and hovered over my nipples. He stuck his tongue out and gently lapped it. I gasped and he smirked. He made swirling motions with his tongue on it making me gasp and twist. He then took the whole thing in his mouth and began to suck on it. I wriggled under him, holding onto his head.

"Please don't stop!" I called out.

He stopped and looked at me, he then took his finger and scraped them across my lips. He stuck two fingers in my mouth and I began to suck. He then resumed sucking my other nipple. Only this time he attacked it with much more force, leaving little red marks and little love bites. He then made his way down my chest, leaving saliva trails down my abdomen. And licking into my bellybutton. He finally reached my arousal, I began to breathe harder.

"Please..." I whispered.

"Please what?"

"God, please! Suck me dry!" I screamed out.

He smirked. "Not yet."

He reached down and ran his finger up my foxhood. I shivered under his touch. He ran his fngers up and down, then added his other fingers. He moved then up and down faster and faster. My mind was spinning, I thrust my head back and moaned out loud. His pumping began to get ridged, as a bulge started to appear in his pants. I could feel pre-cum coming form the tip of my shaft.

I absentmindedly thrusted my hips at him, thrusting into his hands. He stopped while panting; I thrust my hips at him again. He smirked again and the lowered his head as he opened his maw and began to suck. I arched my back and grabbed onto his ears. I tried to stroke his ears as best I could, he moaned in pleasure sending incredible feeling up my shaft. He tried to keep his sucking slow, but he gradually quickened his pace and started to nibble up my shaft.

He let his tongue lap it's way to my tip and gently sucked at the tip. I could feel his tongue lick at the tip, lapping up the pre-cum coming out. I began to pull gently at his ears, moaning his name over and over. He abruptly stopped, I couldn't help myself, I whimpered at him begging for more.

"I want to take you now." He said warmly. I suddenly remembered the last time, I'd been taken in my dreams, I nodded, "Please be gentle." He turned me over onto my stomach and pulled up my hips. He met his hips with mine, and pointed his shaft at my entrance. I moaned and clenched my paws into the warm sand. He quickly thrust into me, and he was inside. It didn't hurt. He wiggled around a bit inside, he looked deep into my eyes, "Please, take me now" I panted. He began to thrust slowly, slowly getting deeper and deeper as his knot grew bigger and bigger. I began to thrust with him, wanting him to get deeper. I felt his arm wrap around me and his paw grab my foxhood. I yelped in suprise but soon returned to moaning in pleasure. As his thrusting quickened his paw on my foxhood quickened. Soon we were moving together as one, thrusting together.

I could feel myself slip, I was about to cum. His thrusts were getting more desperate, he wasn't too far either. With one last cry I released myself and spilled my seed all over the sand. He pumped into me a few more times and then spilled himself inside of me. I felt myself cum again, before my first one had finished. I relaxed and fell on top of the warm sand. He landed on top of me. We were panting, I turned around, and put my arms around his neck. He said nothing but nuzzled my neck. I breathed in the scent of our love. I could smell me on him. As I smelt like him. I felt him gently nibbling at my neck again. His knot shrunk back to it's normal size, and he was about to pull out, "Please" I whined weakly "Until I wake up." He stroked my cheek and then pushed himself back in.

"Thank you" I whispered. loving the feeling, just as my vision started to blur. I turned my face and looked into his blazing eyes again "Remember, you promised."

He smiled kindly, and gently kissed me again, "I'll always love you"

I felt myself smile as well, "I love you too" but he was already gone."