CYOA Charlie Goat regrets everything Chapter 4

Story by Patson on SoFurry

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#4 of CYOA Charlie

Charlie gets a ride home with Emma and has a brief discussion to let her know what's happening.

Hoo, that took a while to get this part out. I got caught up in other ideas for different stories and changing what they could be, multiple different directions each one could go and never being able to decide on one, which ended up with me writing almost nothing of value.

Oh well.

Hopefully this isn't too rambly or boring. I'd like the characters to feel like characters rather than just porn actors there only for the smut, but time will tell if my ambition outweighs my ability.


Late afternoon sunlight filtered passed the tall office buildings as the day slipped away, cars shuffling along the main roads slowly despite the occasional driver doing their best to test the yellow traffic signal's time limit. Hands clasped in his lap nervously mulling over how to answer Emma's question, Charlie watched the grey clouds swarming through the windscreen as the mare brought the car to another stop and let someone in from a side road. "Well, I, uh ... It's kind of embarrassing, but ..."

Taking another deep breath to try and calm the fluttering in his belly, it would be so easy to just shrug off the truth and change the subject. Perhaps remark on the weather, or ask Emma what she thought of the city now she was living here. Or simply claim that he was helping Rebecca out with an extra task for some upcoming work project; tell her that the boss was so impressed with his skills and abilities that she wanted him to be in charge of a new direction for the company to examine for future growth.

Just bold-faced lie to the mare, essentially.

Rubbing at his eye as the cars started moving again, the goat swallowed the lump in his throat and felt it settle further down in his chest. "The truth is ... Rebecca caught me in the bathrooms, uh ... masturbating."

Emma's eyebrows went up and she dipped her head in his direction, before a sympathetic grimace settled upon her features. "M'kay. You mean in one of the stalls? I don't think it's really polite, but I doubt you're the first guy to ever-"

"N-no. I was ... I was at the sink." Charlie muttered, his ears drooping as he stared at his hands. Silence ticked by between them as the car bounced over a few dips in the road and entered the high speed lane heading out of the city, the little engine revving hard to overtake the slower drivers. Looking out of the passenger window to see the asphalt flying past at an incredible pace beneath the tyres, the mental image of himself getting tossed out of the window by a disgusted coworker seemed less likely the faster they went, yet all the more concerning if Emma were merely building up speed for maximum damage.

A snorting, wheeze came from the seat next to him as Emma couldn't hold back her laughter as she shuddered in her attempts to remain calm and dignified. Lips squashed together the stifle the grin on her face, she said, "Yeah, okay. I'm not approving, but go on. You can't stop the story there."

The heavy weight in his chest lifting to see she was taking in good humour, Charlie grinned in relief and wiped at his burning red face, sure his ears would burst into flames if they got any hotter. "I, yeah. I'm not proud of it, but ..."

Shrugging as he flipped his hands into the air helplessly, the goat relaxed back in to the seat and smiled at his own foolishness. "All day I've been, well ... stressed. When Rebecca caught me I thought I'd be fired, but she wanted to blackmail me instead, I suppose. Or - no, not blackmail. That sounds really bad. More like give me an alternative? One that you probably don't really want to hear, though. It's kind of ... I don't know. Impolite to talk about."

"You just told me you were caught playing with yourself in the toilet. If that's the level of impoliteness we're talking about, then go for it." Emma said, the corners of her muzzle still quirked up as her eyes shone in the waning light. "Do you think I don't enjoy a saucy story as much as anyone else? We're not strangers, so spill it."

As the car pulled off the highway and puttered down the residential streets to Charlie's directions, they were nearly approaching the goat's house before he finally managed to blurt out, "She wants to ... to ... to ballbust me."

Putting his face in his hands and feeling his own warm breath blowing back into his eyes, he shook his head and looked over to the grinning mare, her whole body vibrating with suppressed amusement. Had he been told this tale by someone else then he certainly couldn't deny the humour in it, but it would have been better had it been someone else's plums on the line. "Is this the sympathy I get? My boss wants to squeeze my balls! I've never even had someone else hold them gently! I don't want them broken before I get a chance to enjoy them."

"Well, from my point of view it defiantly tickles my funny bone." Emma said, pulling the car up outside Charlie's house and turning the car off. Leaning back in her seat, she rested her hands on the steering wheel and tapped a finger audibly, the two watching each other in the late evening light. "Hmm. You could have just quit, though. Maybe not the nicest look on you resume, but you had the choice. Was the option not as off-putting as you make it sound?"

Charlie opened his mouth for a quick reply, pausing as one hand fell to rest on his crotch. The pain of the doe's crushing fingers had faded hours ago, leaving behind a warmth and memory that mingled with his own hands stroking him to near orgasm. Even now he could feel his cock start to swell from his confused thoughts. "It felt ... I don't know, really. It was bad when she had her hands on me, but it was still kind of ..."

"You need some experience, my dude." Emma said as Charlie trailed off, looking to his building. An apartment complex filled with tiny, one room flats intended for those living alone. "You've never been with anyone before? I guess that would make you rather nervous to have Becky Ballbuster want to handle your balls first. Though I can tell you from a second-hand experience that they are tougher than you'd think, so you might get bruised, but you won't break. If it does get too much, just back out of it. Becky might be a manager, but she's not a monster."

"Yeah. I'm an adult, right? I can approach this with some maturity." Charlie said, grabbing his bag and opening the car door. "Thank you for the lift home, Emma."

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Alrighty!

So since each option I've been doing does have slightly different story direction i was thinking to take it, I'll add a bit more detail on the choices here.

1) Charlie asks Emma to come upstairs with him. This will be Charlie wanting some smut times, but Emma not really interested just now. This will be mostly Emma just telling stories of her past experiences and teasing Charlie, but not lead to any sex between them.

2) Emma asks to go up to Charlie's apartment. This will lead to a more sexual scenario, Emma wanting to show Charlie some stuff and get him a bit more onboard with CBT stuff, as he'll be shown about it in a more consensual way. Lead to proper sex and CBT, and orgasm denial training.

3) Charlie goes to his home alone. This one will lead back to the first chapter and the consequences of the whole attempting to summon a demon thing, where he will find someone waiting in his apartment. This may or may not be a good thing, I haven't really got a concrete idea as to who he might find yet.

4) Something else? Feel free to make a suggestion!