Maerchentic Identity
#8 of Maerchentic
"Maerchentic Identity"
by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story and all characters within are copyright (c) 2004 K.M. Hirosaki.
This is the eight installment of "Maerchentic." The story is somewhat designed to be readable on its own, but it may very well prove beneficial to have some more experience with the series in order to enjoy this story fully. These can be found at my journal at http://www.livejournal.com/users/kmhirosaki/ or at the archive on http://www.yiffstar.com
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Momoko had always wanted to become a dancer. Every night, when Rikiya looked out over the crowd, he felt like he was able to fulfill her wish.
The cacomistle's long tail was coiled up behind his legs, hidden from sight underneath the flowing purple silk of the floor-length skirt that he always wore at the beginning of this particular routine. Both of his hands were clasped behind him, tucked at the small of his back. His feet were poised for his initial twirl, but he waited to gather his breath, first, and also to leave the audience waiting in suspense. The way that they all stared at him let him know that he was the unmistakable center of attention.
A woman's blouse, more of a soft lavender color than the skirt, adorned his top. There was no effort to stuff his chest to give the illusion of breasts, but Rikiya's motivation for being on stage had nothing to do with cross-dressing. Dancing was about looking beautiful, and the eyes that were on him assured the ringtail that he was definitely that.
Momoko would have loved to know that people were staring at her the way that they were now staring at Rikiya. As he did before every dance, he whispered, "This is for you."
One of the cacomistle's hands suddenly came around front, and with a sharp tug, the long skirt came spilling away with it, just as it was designed to do. He let it go, to let it fall slowly down to the stage floor like nothing more than a sheer purple blanket. The crowd could now see the white and black of his namesake tail, fluffy and immaculately clean, as well as the same dark purple color up between his legs. The garment was like a cross between women's panties and men's bikini briefs, and they had a special fitting to pull the bulge of his crotch back to make his gender less obvious.
Some of the audience members were slack-jawed. They were people who had obviously never seen Rikiya before, and many of them were probably wondering if the cacomistle on stage wasn't just a very small-breasted lady. Those looks always made Rikiya want to smile. He understood why his sister had always wanted to be a dancer.
Rikiya had understood everything about Momoko, and she had understood everything about him, in turn. As twins, they had shared a special bond, one that went beyond just being brother and sister, and then, another bond that went deeper still.
For an instant, her face was more real in his mind than those that were out in the crowd. He could only ever clearly recall her face when he was dancing. His focus on her then faded, and he began to concentrate on the task at hand.
He spun around, twirling across the stage. The striking contrast of the bands of his tail blurred as it whirled around him, and then he caught himself against the standing pole. With his eyes out on the audience, he took a heavy breath, and made it visible. His tail kept moving with the same momentum that had stopped in the rest of his body, and it wound down around his legs in a soft, furry coil of black and white.
With a movement like liquid, his tail began to unfurl, slowly, revealing his bare legs bit by bit. They weren't androgynous; they were graceful and feminine. Even the curves leading up over his hips looked like they didn't belong on a man. Rikiya often wondered how gorgeous Momoko would have been if she'd been able to grow up into a young woman. As children, they had frequently been mistaken for identical twins, which had amused them both to no end. That had been before puberty, though. If Rikiya had developed along such a feminine vein, how much more radiant would his sister have been?
When he was dancing, though, it didn't matter. He was still lovely, and the people who paid to see him loved him for it. That was all that he needed to fill Momoko's shoes.
The cacomistle undid the top pair of buttons on his blouse, and let it hang open as he leaned forward. If he'd actually been a woman, he would have just given the audience the perfect cleavage shot. Luckily for them, though, none of them had come expecting to see a woman. They had come to see the beautiful Rikiya.
Releasing his death grip on the pole, the ringtail began to dance in earnest. His lithe form and flowing tail moved like a single entity, like an impossible living ribbon. Limbs curled and turned this way and that, and eyes followed their movements, and sought to see other places. Rikiya kept things tasteful, but exotic, and he knew that even without full nudity, a large fraction of the crowd was very aroused.
That wasn't arrogance, on his part. He actually knew, on some level, that there was a buzz of unmistakable sexual excitement in the audience. When that many people were experiencing it at the same time, it was hard not to be able to get some of their thoughts. It was nothing as strong as what he used to have with his sister (nothing would ever be that strong), but it was there.
The act of dancing itself was akin to a trance. He didn't need to think about what he was doing, but it wasn't by rote, either -- he just did it. Nothing was random about it; everything was carefully calculated and intentionally elegant, but the conscious thought process wasn't there. The dance made itself happen, and Rikiya's body was like a puppet that moved to unseen strings.
Rikiya scanned the crowd for familiar faces. There were quite a number of regulars. The ringtail had enough of a varied repertoire that people could keep coming back to see different things. Also, a fantasy didn't become devalued just because it had already played itself out in the mind's eye. A man could come back over and over, and each time, he could sit there and pretend that Rikiya was dancing just for him.
The ringtail almost stumbled, but recovered from it and kept the near-slip unnoticeable. A familiar look from out in the crowd had caught his attention. For four nights in a row, now, there had been a linsang who had come to the club. Each night, Rikiya had noticed, he came in alone, and each night, he left with someone different. That in and of itself was nothing unusual, though. What was unusual was the way that the linsang kept staring at him. With every night that went by, the look had changed from confusion, to curiosity, to what may have been fear. Rikiya himself was getting an unsettling vibe from the man, but it wasn't too overt. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the way that he was being looked at indicated that there was something going on.
He would not let it disrupt the dance, though. If the linsang wanted to watch, he was more than welcome to. The dance needed to come first and foremost, before any stray thoughts or worries. While he was dancing, it was like Momoko was still alive.
Sultry movements and tempting glances continued, and Rikiya was at home knowing that this was yet another spending performance. He hoped that Momoko would be proud of him.
When it was all over, Rikiya was sitting on the stage, with one knee propped up. One hand supported his weight, flat down on the stage, and the other trailed up and down the center of his torso, his soft purple blouse fully open by this point. He didn't let it show that his heart was racing with excitement, and he forced himself to look languid and seductive. It must have been working, because nearly all of the eyes on him had been worked into a telltale sex-driven gaze.
The linsang wasn't staring, though. Rikiya had somehow known that even before he turned to scan the crowd for him again. Instead, he was looking at the rest of the audience, and the way that he was breathing looked like he was as riled up as Rikiya, pulse pounding and senses peaked. Curiosity stronger than before surged up in the front of the ringtail's mind. Had the linsang been like this every night? He hadn't thought to look, before. Why had he felt compelled to look now?
Rikiya cleared the stage, to allow for the next performer to take his place in due time. The throng of spectators began to break up, as folks headed back to the bar area or to go back to mingling and flirting. Backstage, the cacomistle headed for the shower. He hadn't exerted himself physically to the point of getting hot and sweaty, but dancing always got him excited in a way that was hard to describe. A cooling, cleansing shower seemed to be what was in order after every performance.
He washed his makeup off of his face, first. He doubted that it was even all that noticeable while he was on stage, but he insisted on wearing it, regardless, and he never did less than a meticulous job in applying it. Nobody would have expected anything less of his sister if she were the one up there instead of him, and so he refused to accept less from himself. Water coursed through his soft and heavy fur, soaking it down and rinsing it. He began to shampoo his body, washing away the scent of exotic, spicy perfumes and replacing them with the smell of fruits and flowers. His tail always took forever to get through properly, and so he saved that for last.
The end result, when he stepped out of the shower, was that he now looked merely 'girlish' instead of downright 'ladylike.' With the wet fur clinging to his body, he started to dry himself off and fluff himself up. The roaring sound of the dryer in his ear caused him to miss the knocking at his dressing room door, and he only noticed it when he heard the voice calling from the other side.
"Mr. Fujishiro?" It was one of the stage workers. "There's, uh... somebody here to see you."
For a flash of an instant, Rikiya thought -- and truly believed -- that somehow, it was Momoko. Before he could get off even a single heartbeat, though, he realized that couldn't be true, and he chastised himself for having even thought it in the first place.
"Just a sec!" Rikiya called back, with his low contralto voice that surprised a great many people who expected it to be higher. Having someone come backstage like this was highly irregular. He grabbed a pair of clean silk boxer shorts, slipped into them, and then slipped his robe on over his shoulders. The mirror showed him that his hair was still damp, but it would have to do. "Okay, send them in."
The door clicked and opened inward, and by the time it swung open, the stagehand had politely slipped out of the way so that he wouldn't peer into Rikiya's dressing room. Into the doorframe stepped the mysterious linsang from before, and seeing him made the ringtail feel surprise that he thought he shouldn't have felt. He was dressed far more casually than most of the club's patrons, wearing only a pair of dark blue jeans, a solid purple t-shirt, and black sneakers. The linsang closed the dressing room door behind him, his eyes on Rikiya the entire time.
"Allow me to apologize for intruding," the linsang said, nodding, meeting Rikiya's gaze. He looked timid, like he expected the ringtail to bite him or something. "I just... needed to see you, in person."
Rikiya sized the linsang up. He wasn't behaving like a normal fan, and he wasn't eyeing him like a piece of meat. When he took another step closer, Rikiya felt a tingle in the tips of his ears, and then he felt it someplace deeper. Again, he was filled with the brief notion of his sister. This time, he concentrated hard. It was similar, but definitely not the same. Still, it was the closest thing to that connection that he had ever felt.
"How can I help you?" the cacomistle asked, staying on the cautious side, because something strange was going, and he wanted to know what.
"I..." The linsang started to speak, and then stopped. He seemed to rethink his words. "My name is Auri," he said, and his ears slid out to the sides a little. "I came to see you because I thought that you and I might be... similar."
Similar? Rikiya was even more confused than before! Sure, both of them had long, fluffy, striped tails, and their overall body types weren't far off, but that couldn't be what he meant. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm not sure what you mean."
The linsang looked embarrassed when he called him 'sir,' but a smile formed on his face as he chuckled once, and then said, "You're... you're something more than normal, aren't you?"
Rikiya's large ears stood on end. He could feel the power settling over the room. It was gentle, almost like someone was drawing a warm bath nearby. The linsang's smile widened, and he looked satisfied. "You can feel that, can't you?" he said to the ringtail.
"Yes," Rikiya whispered back. As he said it, he tried to say the same word directly into the linsang's mind. When he was a child, he and Momoko used to stay up late at night together, having entire conversations while nestled away in their beds, never needing to open their mouths. It seemed, though, that the only thing that had worked, now, was the spoken word. Whatever had allowed him that connection to his sister didn't work here.
For the space of several breaths, Auri stayed silent. His eyes were closed, and he had the look of mulling something over in his mind. He appeared to be stuck on something, like he had something just on the tip of his tongue. Slowly, his eyes opened, and they were full of confusion. "It's like I thought," he said. "Even close up, I'm only getting half of you."
"Why? What are you doing to me?" the ringtail asked. He was scared, but only a little. He wanted to be more afraid. Something seemed too comfortable to him. Not being ill at ease made him feel funny.
Hints of blue highlighted the hazel of Auri's eyes, and Rikiya could have sworn that they hadn't been there before. "Nothing," the linsang said back with a fearful whisper. "I'm just trying to see you, but part of you isn't there. I don't understand it." He was silent as he stared hard into Rikiya's face, and then said, "What are you?"
Rikiya felt his own eyes mirror the linsang's fear, now. The strange urge to remain calm was still there, but it wasn't enough to keep him completely unfazed. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, and his voice came out as a whisper unintentionally. "Please. You're not making sense."
The linsang got a scrutinizing look in his eyes, and those blue highlights definitely got brighter. "You honestly don't know," he said, making it a statement and not a question. He took a step closer, and Rikiya stood still. "Something happens to you when you're dancing. It's like suddenly your mind itself is on fire."
Shaking his head, Rikiya responded, "I just dance. There's not more to it than that." Whatever point the linsang was trying to get to, Rikiya just wished he'd either get to it already, or drop it altogether. Speaking in riddles, especially about something like this, was making him as irritated as it was making him confused.
Auri shook his head in return. "No. That's not it. Be honest." When he said that last pair of words, the sparkling rings of his irises flashed bright blue before fading back to brown.
Rikiya felt the sudden compulsion to trust and to be forthcoming. "It's like a trance," he said, wasting no time in getting to the heart of the matter. "But I really don't understand it. I just dance the way that I feel that I have to."
"Have to," Auri parroted back, nodding as if he understood something deeper in those words that eluded Rikiya himself. "Do you feel like you'll die? Do you feel like the dance is the most important thing in the world?" He sounded like a drug user trying to explain his addiction.
The cacomistle shook his head. "No," he answered, and the disappointment was plain in the linsang's eyes. "It doesn't feel like anything. I just... dance." But now, Rikiya, too, was wondering more and more about the Why and not just the What behind the trancelike states.
Auri lifted a hand up and started to paw at the air around the ringtail's body, as if his aura could be a tangible thing. "But you're different when you dance," he insisted calmly. "It scared me at first, the intensity. And then, when it would end, you'd go back to how you are now. Halved."
"Dancing is my passion," Rikiya said. "Of course I'd be more intense while doing it." The explanation seemed perfectly obvious to him, but once again, the linsang shook his head in pained frustration.
"No. Not half intense," Auri said. "Half here. Part of you is missing."
Pressure built up behind Rikiya's eyes and within his sinuses. Could it really be true that half of him had died along with Momoko? He'd always thought of such phraseology as being an overly dramatic metaphor for loss, but maybe -- just maybe -- that's what had actually happened. "Maybe I know what that is," the ringtail said.
Auri's ears pricked up right away. "You do?" he asked, jumping onto tiptoes with hope. "Please, tell me! I need to know!" he begged.
Notwithstanding the linsang's incomprehensible overeager attitude toward the situation, Rikiya supposed there was no harm in telling. "I had a twin sister; her name was Momoko," he began, and the linsang nodded. "I think that's what you're feeling... or, rather, not feeling." He sounded so detached. It worried him.
"Now I'm afraid I'm the one who doesn't understand," Auri said back. He'd tried to make it into a joke, but his anxiety was getting in his own way. His eyes were turning blue again.
"She was like a part of me," Rikiya said, "in a literal sense. No matter where we were, or what we did, we could always know the other was thinking, doing... feeling. It was like we just had one mind shared between two bodies."
It wasn't until Auri was standing practically right on top of Rikiya that the ringtail finally noticed how close he had come. He also hadn't realized how much shorter he was than the linsang. Auri's breath was warm in Rikiya's face, but rather than offending the cacomistle with the invasion of his personal space, he found it soothing. "Keep going," the linsang whispered to him.
Rikiya looked up into the linsang's eyes. The blue kept coming and going, rising and falling like a wave. It was because of the way he was thinking of Momoko, now, that he wasn't afraid. Auri might not have been anything at all like her, but the feeling was still as close as it had ever been, and Rikiya needed to hold onto that.
"Nobody understood that about us. Not really." When he talked, Rikiya felt like he didn't have an audience, despite how close Auri was to him. "But that was okay, because it was like our little secret. We had our own special world to share with each other, and we knew that we'd be able to enjoy our lives twice as much by being connected the way we were. But then..."
Auri's fingers touched the back of the ringtail's hand, and Rikiya didn't try to take it away. "But then what?" the linsang asked, still hushed and reverent.
The ringtail's eyes closed. Even the image on his mind was black. "And then she died," he said, emotionlessly. "Struck by a car that she never even saw coming. We didn't find that out until later." He looked back into Auri's face again. "One moment, she was there, in my head, and the next, she was gone. I had no way to know what'd happened, but I knew that she was dead."
A whistle like a kettle's whined out between Auri's lips -- a strange sound of pain. "Loss. Grief. Regret." He spoke each word with eerie punctuation, and then pulled his hand away. "You know them, but you don't feel them."
Rikiya's eyes snapped up, and focused anew on the lines of Auri's face. His mouth opened, and he prepared to snap at the linsang for having the audacity to say such a thing to him about his sister's death! But he had no words with which to refute. Was the linsang right?
"You said it yourself," the cacomistle responded. "Half of me is gone -- dead, along with her."
The linsang's hand clasped Rikiya's again. "No," he said, using his normal speaking voice again. "That's not it. I can feel it. I can feel the walls covering up that place in your mind when you talk about her."
For the moment when Auri's fingers first contacted his skin, Rikiya felt like he could feel those walls, too, but as soon as he'd noticed them, they'd slipped away from him. What was behind them? What was he hiding from himself?
"I need to know what's on the other side." Both of them said the exact same thing at the exact same time.
The moment of silence that followed was awkward, both because of what they'd said, and also because of everything it meant and implied. Auri was asking Rikiya to let him into his head, and Rikiya wanted to invite him in there.
"What do I do?" the ringtail asked, at once both confident and afraid. "Do I dance for you? You said that I..."
Auri cut him off. "No, no. I've tried to feel you like that while you were dancing," he said. "But that just lets me know that it's there. I need something more to work with."
"Anything," Rikiya answered. "I'll do anything."
A mischievous glint came over Auri's eyes while he chuckled, and it was the first honestly amused gesture that Rikiya had seen the linsang make. "You should be careful who you say that, too," he said, winking, and then brushed his fingers up the side of the cacomistle's forearm, under the cuff of his robe.
There was no mistaking the sensual underlining to the touch. The cacomistle kept his arm still, though, letting Auri's fingers touch where they would. His flesh rose up with little bumps from the static sensation running through those dainty fingertips. He didn't want to voice what was on his mind.
Auri broke the ice first, though. "Are you attracted to men, Rikiya?" The question sounded almost ridiculously formal, and Rikiya wondered if his answer was even going to matter, because before he could even give one, the linsang's other hand had slipped into the robe and was rubbing at his chest.
"Is this really necessary?" the ringtail asked, and it was time for his burning embarrassment to show through. Despite everything else, being in his line of work and all, he was far from very experienced in sexual matters. "We don't even know each other, and..."
The linsang clucked his tongue. "So shy," he said, shaking his head. "I can tell that you want it." One of the linsang's claws brushed over the surface of a nipple, and Rikiya stiffened along his spine. He wanted it, of course, but that was... weird. He didn't want to want it.
"What... what does this have to do with anything?" the ringtail asked, wincing as Auri continued to tease his nipple. It was beginning to grow stiff from the stimulation, making it hard for him to concentrate. He was ashamed of himself for letting this happen without lifting a finger to stop it.
"It helps," the linsang responded. "Believe me, it helps." His fingers rubbed over the nub of Rikiya's wrist, and even that simple touch released a rush of endorphins into the ringtail's system. It was 'helping,' certainly, Rikiya had to agree, but he was wondering what Auri was referring to when he said that. The ringtail's next question was cut off before he could start it, as he squeaked like a woman from the tight pinch of claws at the end of his teat.
Auri opened up the front of Rikiya's robe, but he didn't try to take it off. His thumb kneaded the slim ringtail's chest, just below the spot where his nipple was, pressing hard and unceasingly. "To answer your question," the linsang said, "this is what fuels me." It was then that the linsang began to try to strip the robe from the ringtail's shoulders. "So, if you can manage to bear with my pleasuring you, we can see about tearing your pesky walls down."
The response was cold in its frankness, but Rikiya found it reassuring for the same reason. He could feel the power spilling toward Auri like he was a living magnet for the stuff, and so lying seemed unlikely. Besides, even if there was only the slimmest possibility that it wasn't an elaborate trick, there was still a chance that it wasn't -- a chance to learn these secrets that he was hiding from himself.
Rikiya had been distracted by that thought, and he missed it entirely when Auri suddenly sank downward and sucked the cacomistle's nipple into his mouth. Both of the long, stripy tails in the room curled and lashed in unison, and Rikiya only was able to gather the willpower to keep from yelping because he remembered that there were other employees just outside the door. Stifling the need to make a louder noise, he let the spike of pleasure out in the form of a softer moan, and he reached out to stroke the back of Auri's head, as the linsang's lips and teeth tugged at the erect flesh. He looked so content, with his nose buried into the fur on the ringtail's chest, and his hands exploring up and down the fluffy swaths of his sides.
A sensation like being pulled -- or, rather, pushed -- made Rikiya suddenly arch his chest forward, like someone had smacked him in the back with a large, invisible mallet. Auri's arms wrapped around the cacomistle's torso, and he clung to it possessively, continuing to nurse the nipple trapped between his teeth. The ringtail's breathing synched into time with the undulations of the linsang's tail, which proved to be almost hypnotic. It was during that second period of distraction when Auri must have pulled away from the nipple and slid lower, because Rikiya suddenly yelped in pain, unable to squelch it this time. Teeth had clenched down around a bit of flesh further down his chest. The linsang pulled away and licked his lips, and Rikiya looked down to see a half dozen or so pinpricks of red well up through the creamy fur.
Auri's tongue slid over his own teeth and lips as he looked up into Rikiya's face, and the linsang's eyes were full of something that was beyond predatory. For a second, Rikiya didn't think that he could breathe, until another gasp escaped him when the linsang's claws raked up his back, up along his shoulder blades.
"I need this so badly," the cacomistle whispered, and he immediately wondered where those words had come from.
"I know you do," Auri responded, drawing back up to his full height with his chest pressing against the ringtail's. His hands first cupped the ringtail's cheeks, and then gripped his head more forcefully, as he pulled into a kiss. Rikiya's lips gave way without struggle, and he swallowed his next moan as the linsang's tongue probed into his muzzle. Hesitation was a thing of the past, and the cacomistle brought his hands up to grab at Auri's rear, squeezing firmly as his entire body tensed from the adrenaline rush of the kiss.
Rikiya felt his tongue getting sucked on hard enough to the point where he thought it would bruise, when suddenly the linsang broke the kiss with a loud gasp. The ringtail's head tilted back as the lingering pleasure flowed down his spine, and with his neck stretched out and exposed, Auri's head darted down and struck. The linsang bit down hard at the crook of Rikiya's neck, and the cacomistle could feel the teeth breaking the skin again. Momentary paralysis came over him as he submitted to the bite, the pain ebbing away into something less tangible, feeling like it was spreading out beneath his skin.
There was the sudden flash of memory. A young Momoko was complaining about needing to take piano lessons. Rikiya had told her not to worry, and that he'd take over for her if she'd rather be off doing something else.
The next second, the recollection was gone, and Rikiya was back in the moment. Auri still had his jaws near his throat, but he was suckling as opposed to bearing down with his teeth. The swelling of the ringtail's flesh there was beginning to feel very good. He felt more claws on his back, and he realized that he was only feeling one set just before the linsang's other hand made its presence known by wrapping itself around the cacomistle's erection through the fabric of his boxer shorts. He didn't know just how long he'd been hard for, but it had been at least long enough for him to be at the point where the linsang's touch, even through the boxers, was like the greatest relief in the world.
"Oh, please, please, please," Rikiya murmured pitifully, as he felt Auri's slender fingers slipping past the waistband of his shorts. The ringtail jutted up onto the ends of his feet, trying to force that touch even a partial second earlier. He was rewarded with both the warm touch of those furred digits, as well as a rolling chuckle.
"See, it's not so bad at all, is it?" the linsang said, the corners of his mouth pulled into the most fiendishly smug of smirks. The cockiness just made Rikiya crave things more. He responded with a weak nod, and Auri's fingers closed down harder. The flat of the linsang's thumb hooked back to press against the opening at the head of Rikiya's cock, and then his hand clenched to milk out a warm bead of slippery drizzle. The sensation of having that droplet massaged into his glans made Rikiya's close his eyes, and another flash of thought ran through his head.
He was looking at himself, now. It wasn't like an out-of-body experience, or like he was looking from some strange, omniscient viewpoint; he was looking at himself through the eyes of another. Roughed-up and beaten overalls hugged his body, and he scampered barefoot down a wooden path, getting a run-up before hopping up to catch a low-hanging tree branch. "You've got better feet than I do!" he called out, back to 'himself.'
Reality came rushing back when Auri suddenly cupped the cacomistle's scrotum, squeezed it, and tugged down. Rikiya yelped, and his fingertips dug into the linsang's backside, reminding him of just where his body was in relation to everything. It was hard for his brain to keep track. All he could think of was how badly he wanted this.
"Closer," the linsang hissed, and sensuality joined with something deeper in his voice. His fingers released Rikiya's sack, and slid back up along the ringtail's stiff length, tapping and gliding like his flesh was something fragile, like crystal or ice. The feathery lightness of the touch made Rikiya ache for something more.
A metallic snapping sound rang inside of Rikiya's ear when Auri popped the button on the front of his own jeans. The cacomistle didn't look down. His eyes squeezed themselves shut again, and then he felt the tap of warm flesh against his own. The linsang clutched onto one of Rikiya's hips, and he started to rise and fall on his toes, making his own hard shaft slide and rub against the ringtail's. Rikiya's hands tugged Auri closer by his firm little ass, and he started to grind back, mashing his cock against the linsang's, pressing into fur, fluid, and fabric with a compulsion of ridiculous lust.
"You taste so good," Auri whined, sounding like his throat was choking up. The words didn't make any sense to Rikiya, and he didn't care. He just kept forcing his body to squirm, to get the hot physical contact of another body pressed against him, and to feel the slippery sensation of this beautiful young man's stiff cock sliding back and forth against his own. The linsang's tail curled around Rikiya's legs loosely, and the end of it batted against the cacomistle's own. It slid up and down, caressing his slender thighs and calves, bringing waves of delicate contact, all while semi-blunt claws kept digging further down his back. Rikiya could tell that he was probably bleeding in places from it.
Another part of Rikiya's consciousness peeled away like paper shriveling in a fire. He had just cut himself on a sharp kitchen knife while trying to make a sandwich. Blood stained the fur and pads on his hand, and the wound, though not severe, stung fiercely. But sweet little Momoko loved him so much that she offered to take his place until the pain had passed.
The pain passed. Auri's claws came away from Rikiya's lower back, and he wrested himself free of the grip on his backside. The ringtail tried to seize the linsang back against his body, but Auri was too quick, and Rikiya's senses were too dulled. With a distracting flick of his tail, the linsang got Rikiya's attention diverted for just long enough, and his claws dug into the ringtail's backside while he dropped to his knees and pulled himself forward. All of Rikiya's senses went into overdrive when Auri wrapped his lips around the end of the cacomistle's hard length, as if some barring gate had just been lifted up.
Rikiya looked down, finally. Auri was staring back up at him with burning blue eyes, the tiniest trace of a smile on his lips as he slid himself further onto that hard-on he had trapped with his mouth. They kept eye contact, and Rikiya had to force his body still, because he wanted nothing more than to hurl himself to the floor and let the linsang pleasure him. His bodily cravings were sated, though, when he felt Auri's tongue caressing the underside of his shaft while the suction started to build.
Nothing had ever felt this good to Rikiya before. It wasn't just the fact that he had a warm mouth wrapped around his cock -- although that certainly helped. As Auri's neck moved to slide his head back and forth, the ringtail looked down to watch like he was in a stupor, and random spots on his body began to twitch, tense, and erupt with spasms of physical bliss. Even the pain that came from the rough claw marks down his back -- and now on his rump and thighs -- felt like it was melting, and the sensation of burning and bleeding was replaced with something tender and soothing.
"It doesn't feel so bad," Rikiya said to Momoko as he adjusted his stiff tie, blushing back at her while she smiled at him. She had said that he looked very dapper as he got ready for their first day at school. "I think I'd be more comfortable wearing something like what you've got, though," he added, nodding toward her, as she stood decked out in her pretty blouse and well-fitting skirt.
The wet sound of a seal of saliva breaking pulled Rikiya's admittedly shaky sense of consciousness back to Auri. He had pulled off of the cacomistle's shaft, and was now running his lips and tongue down along the side of his pink length. It was shiny with saliva, and it dribbled more when Rikiya clenched his muscles, making things twitch and bob. Auri seemed too eager to mind. The linsang drew his hands around to the front of the ringtail's thighs, and as he kissed and licked the cock that jutted out against his face, he began to mumble under his breath. Rikiya couldn't make out the words, but they sounded anxious and urgent, like a whispered undercurrent that mirrored the ringtail's own body's cries for attention.
Then, a jolt slammed into Rikiya's head -- or had it been his mind, instead? In either event, the ringtail staggered, first backward, and then forward. His sense of balance made it feel like he was spiraling and falling at the same time, and though his eyes were open, everything was engulfed into darkness. This time, when his rationality returned to him, it was apparent that he'd been out of it for more than just a second or so.
Auri was kneeling over him -- over him, because the cacomistle was lying on his back, now, somehow. The linsang was naked, now, as well, with his long, thin, and very erect shaft sticking out and up, looking oddly beautiful even now, like it wasn't something sexual. One look into Auri's eyes, though, let Rikiya know otherwise, and the ringtail held a breath once he realized how close he was. The linsang was taking a hold of his legs, lifting them up and apart, getting ready to mount him. He didn't care how he'd ended up on his back; he was thankful to be in the position at all, and he had no desire to question the fact.
The linsang jerked his hips forward, and Rikiya braced himself for penetration, but the move had been a feint. There was a hairbreadth moment for the cacomistle to realize that, but the shock of surprise was still enough to enhance the sudden, unexpected contact of that pair of warm, wet cocks. What was also unexpected was the more tangible amount of slipperiness that Rikiya could feel on Auri's shaft, even against his own coating of saliva. Despite being dizzy like drunkenness, the ringtail was able to tilt his head lazily to one side and spy the tipped-over, loosely capped bottle of lube on the floor next to Auri's foot. It was a happy convenience, and thinking about what it implied made Rikiya squirm around to rub his dick back against Auri's while he still could.
"I want to enjoy it while I still can," Rikiya heard Momoko's voice say, coming from himself. "It seems like it's getting trickier and trickier, lately, and maybe eventually we won't be able to do it anymore at all."
His own eyes looked back at him, sympathetic and reassuring. "I know. You should go do something fun. Mom and Dad aren't going to know, anyway..."
Warm lips touched Rikiya's, and it took the ringtail too long to realize that they were Auri's. Each time his mind slipped like this, his return to reality was lagged more and more. He started to get concerned, again, but the sweet touch of Auri's kiss brought his priorities back to the moment. His hands explored the curves of the linsang's back, and then his arms hugged down around that svelte body when he felt the spike of pressure beneath his tail.
Rikiya whimpered into Auri's mouth, enraptured by the linsang's presence itself. He spread his legs and wrapped them around Auri loosely, then hooked his ankles together. The linsang drew forward, smoothly sliding himself into the cacomistle's body with a single, slow stroke. Rikiya's arms tightened, holding on to Auri's body for all he was worth, pressing back onto his shoulders in order to do what little he could to help get the linsang's shaft inside of him. He offered Auri a rich moan when he finally felt the notch of the linsang's groin against the curve of his rump.
"Don't stop," the cacomistle rasped, forcing himself out of the kiss. "Please, I need you to have me." His vision couldn't focus fully on Auri's face. All he could see was the blur of the blue outlines of the linsang's eyes.
"Don't stop!" Rikiya called out as he watched a younger version of himself trying to climb up into a tree. There was an exhilarating rush to be had in getting to see 'himself' have so much fun, while getting to cheer from the sidelines.
Auri began to thrust, and it wasn't nearly as slow or careful as he'd been when he first worked his way inside. The linsang was warm and smooth, and it let him slide in and out without much difficulty, and so discomfort was at a minimum as he slammed his full length into the ringtail's body over and over. Although Rikiya wasn't a virgin, the experience had never been so intense before, and it was like he was being subjected to something wonderful and scary-new. When Auri's hips hit the end of each thrust, the ringtail tried make himself writhe back into it, like his very life depended on the act.
Conscious though interwove with memory, and Rikiya felt like a pressure was building around his mind, like cracks forming on the surface of an eggshell. At the same time, Auri's entire body started to grow warmer, and it couldn't have just been from sweaty exertion. Rikiya twisted his neck and clamped down onto Auri's throat like the linsang had done to him, before, and his teeth held a tiny bit of flesh in place so that he could suck on it.
The pounding at his tight little rear continued, and he could feel his own climax waiting to just burst. He bit his lips down harder at the stretch of throat in his mouth, willing himself to keep control of his body so that the moment wouldn't end. Jolts of pure ecstasy wracked him every time that Auri buried himself full and deep, and the linsang's own cries of pleasure already sounded like they were beyond orgasmic. "Close! So close!" he shouted, sounding like he, too, were in a life-or-death situation.
Life or death: that was the choice that they had.
"Rikiya, I'm so sorry!"
"It's... not... your fault..."
"Brother, please! You can't die!"
"...sorry... but it seems... I'm stuck here..."
"Rikiya, no! That's supposed to be me! Rikiya!"
"Your... pretty body... it's... shame..."
A gasp tore itself from the ringtail's throat, as if fighting against suffocation. The mental barriers around Momoko's consciousness crumbled into so much proverbial dust and debris, and with them, the fake shell that held together her memories of Rikiya came undone.
Meanwhile, Auri was crying. Static electricity -- or something that at least felt like it -- charged the air. The fur all along the linsang's body was standing on end. His face was stained with tears, which made him look like he'd either been crying for several minutes already, or at least crying very hard; possible it was both. Lower down along his body, from crotch to chest, his fur was smeared and matted with what had to have been the ringtail's rather explosive climax. The linsang was still hilted deep, but it felt like he, too, was spent.
The sobbing came to a stop, and Auri looked down, his eyes having lost their ethereal glow. He stroked the cacomistle on the cheek, affectionately running little furrows through the fur. It looked like he was trying his best to smile, but it was taking a while for it to reach his eyes.
"I... I thought that he deserved a chance to live," Momoko said, as if it would somehow explain everything. She knew, though, from the look in Auri's face, that he understood.
"What about you, though?" the linsang asked. He sounded like he was just waking up, or recovering from a hangover. All the while, he kept petting down her neck, her shoulder, and her very male chest. It was strange, after all of this time, to consciously be aware of being in this body.
She didn't try to force herself to smile back. "I should have died there," she said. "Not Rikiya. He deserved better. And so I let him live"
Auri kissed her on the nose, with a sense of familiarity reserved for long-term lovers. "It wasn't really him, though," he said to her. "You know that."
"I know," she replied. "But it didn't seem fair. If we hadn't been playing around with powers beyond our control, it would have been me, and not him."
"But it was him," the linsang replied, beginning to get up. His body was languid and slow, having been drained by something far less mundane than simple orgasm, but at the same time, it was brimming with power like Momoko had never felt before. He looked down at her as she lay there, exhausted both physically and mentally. "And it wasn't your fault."
He was right, of course. Logically, he was right. Emotionally, she was still full of the guilt, even now. After years of hiding her own thoughts from her own consciousness, she hadn't been able to come to terms with them. And 'Rikiya' had been nothing more than a fiction, who could never have made things up to the real Rikiya.
Auri was getting dressed. His work here was done, apparently. "Thank you, Momoko," he said to her. "I know what I need to do, now." She tried to read the look on his face, but it was as mysterious as the rest of him, and no psychic ability could get past that whirling aura of energy that coursed around him after what had happened. His eyes fixed down onto hers, and the one thing that showed through was unadulterated honestly. "You've got a chance to live. Use it."
After that, Auri got cleaned up, and he left. Momoko lay there for a few minutes more, thinking. She hadn't 'thought' in so long. It felt fuzzy, and the afterglow was getting in the way, even with everything else that made her head spin. The linsang had a point. Rikiya had been cheated out of a chance at life. It would betray her dear brother's memory more to cheat herself, too. But it would take time for her to accept that in her heart, even if she managed to believe it in her mind.