New Lives and New Surroundings
#2 of That's Life
Bill: Hey, fellow furs. I'm back with another chapter of "That's life."
*Darkside comes out of the bathroom, still naked, and walks up behind Bill*
Darkside: What are ya doing?
*Bill turns around*
Bill: Well, I'm about to tell about how you "settled" in in your new appartment.
Darkside: Oh no, not the one where I...
*Darkside is interrupted*
Bill: Yep, that's right.
Darkside: Oh God, I don't want to be here when you tell it. I'm going back into your room and lie down.
*Darkside walks off towards Bill's room*
Bill:(calling after him) You do that.
*Bill turns back to the computer*
Bill: Well, folks. Here is how Darkside got "settled" in.
*Bill ends his script here and begins to type up his warning and later the actual story*
IMPORTANT WARNING:
If you have selected my story, then you have agreed you were 18 or 21, in some states, or older. If you are not 18 or older, hold onto your butt and fall out of a moving car, like the demented little kitten you are. If you are 18 years or older, then enjoy the story just don't splatter your keyboard ;) OK? Darkside and Shadow are copyright by their player Bill. Don't steal them unless you need to be spayed of nutered.
He gazed into his new room as the door swung open. The room had two doors and an archway that led to the kitchen. The door, opposite to the door that led to to the hallway, led to the bedroom. Darkside gazed more around the room. The walls were all white and the carpet was a nice shade of teal and an old couch sat on the carpet. The couch, that was mentioned, sat in front of a normal sized TV screen. No pictures hung on the walls, probably for the tenant to put their own up. A glass coffee table sat between the couch and TV. 'Battered shins, that's for sure,' thought Darkside as he eyed the glass table and started to rub his shins as the pretend pain ran up. The couch seemed fine and very welcoming to him, if it wasn't for the spring that had sprung from one cusion, saying hello to him. A lone tree sapling, however, seemed to cower along side the left of the couch, as if it were frightened by who just entered it's domain. A lengthly lamp hung it's melancholy head over the other side of the couch, then there was the windows just behind the couch. The shades were drawn, giving the room a blue, almost peaceful look to it. By almost peaceful; the room next door had it's metal music cranked to "earspliting." But that didn't bother Darkside one bit; he loved music cranked to the max.
He head banged into the kitchen and stood in the doorway. His eyes fell on all the things in the kitchen: the cabnets, the refrigerator, the drawers, the sinks, the oven and stove, and all the other essentials a kitchen needs. He searched all the drawers and found nothing in them, except a few dust bunnies, a bloody toothpick, a thumb tack, and some scraps of paper. He needed to fill those empty drawers. 'Good thing I brought my own knives, forks, and spoons,' he thought as he turned around and walked out. He crossed the dining room, which wasn't much, and found the door that led to the bathroom, then the music from next door stopped, which he was really getting into; "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed really amped him up. 'Oh well,' he thought as he stood in front of the door that led to the bathroom.
He opened the door, snapped on the light, and looked around. The room contained all that he needed: a toilet, a sink, a shower, a bathtub, and a closet to keep his towels and his washrags in. The shower was a fine looking one; no rust stains and no soap scum. The tub was just as clean as the shower; no tub ring. The sink seemed OK and all. Just then, he remebered that he had to go something awful, and this gave him the perfect time to test the toilet, to see if it was in working order.
He undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, pulled his underwear out of piss range, parted his slit with two claws and let the relief sweep over his body as the torrent of urine came from his swollen bladder and tilted his head back, moaning quietly. He brought his head down and watched as his golden spray spilt forth in a very long and steady stream. He started to recall the ride to the city he was in. It had been a long drive and he had no chance to relieve his tension, on account there would always be someone in the other lane that happened to lead to the rest stops. Someone even flipped him off as he tried to get in the other lane. Darkside returned the guy's finger with his own long clawed finger. 'Boy, was that guy pissed,' thought Darkside chuckling. He pushed his thoughts aside to focus on what he was doing.
The urine, as he returned from his mind, altered the color of the water from a blue to a deep jade. As he watched, the foam formed in great quantities atop the jade water. He felt his bladder start to run on empty and he lifted his head up to groan in satisfaction. As the last few spurts, as he saw, came from down below, he shivered with each final squirt. When he was done he grabbed some toilet paper, spread his slit a little more, and wiped his slit, giving soft moans as he rubbed it clean. He then let his slit go and redid the steps to have his pants back to normal. He then admired his work in the bowl as he reached for the handle to pull it down, which the toilet happily complied with it's whoosh of swirling water. He watched the foamy, jade water spiral down the infinite pipes that joined the toilet to the sewer. The toilet gurgled as it drank the green water. After that sudden feeling of relief, he walked over to the sink to wash his paws of any golden residue that may have been left behind and proceeded to do so. He used the bar of soap that was convenient at the moment. Although it wasn't the best kind of soap around, it still did it's job. After he finished washing, he dried his paws on his blue jeans, which never did a good job of drying anything because blue jeans didn't have the type of fabric that would absorb water so well. He came out of the bathroom, content that he finally done his business, and he crossed over to the door that led to his bedroom.
He opened the door and stood there, eyes darting here and there to take in the whole room. The walls were bare, which meant he had to decorate. His eyes wandered around some more and caught sight of the closet. He walked over to it and opened it. Bare. He closed it and moved over to the full sized mirror that climbed up and down the wall.
He gazed at his reflection. He looked at every single scale on his body; pitch black, kissed with a little scarlet marking on each. His hair matched the scarlet markings as it hung down from the top of his head. His body seemed of normal size; good muscle size, not great. He looked into his own amber eyes and saw the slits receed a little. His gaze went down to his tail, which was not swaying at the moment. That tail of his was such a burden sometimes, because he could never find the right sized tail button for a pair of jeans, so he had to slice the hole a little larger. His eyes wandered up his arms, which were well muscled; his hugs were brutal if he wasn't careful enough. His paws were tipped with black claws at the end of each finger; they were sharp enough to cut through steel, so he had to be gentle with them. His stomach was pretty flat, but not quite washboard. He looked at his shoulders and sighed; he wished he had his wings back. His t-shirt was plain black and his jeans, a nice faded blue-grey. 'I wish I was a little better looking,' sighed Darkside as he drifted away from the mirror.
He walked up to the bed, which was very welcoming at the time and would provide many comforts for Darkside in the future. The bed itself was big enough to accomodate two people. 'And no one to share it with, but myself,' thought Darkside, a smirk appearing on his muzzle. He looked off to the right and caught sight of a little bedside table. It sat at the left side of the bed and atop the table sat a little plump lamp that was turned off at the moment.
He walked out of the two opened door and shut it behind him. He crossed the living room, then a sharp pain ran up his leg. Before he knew it, he rammed his shin into that damned coffee table. He gave out a great shreik as his shin throbbed with pain. He shouted out words like "Fuck," and "Goddammit," and "Shit," as he hopped around on one foot, holding his pounding shin in both paws. He stopped prancing as the pain subsided, but his shin still throbbed as the blood would soon go to work and make a bruise on his battered shin. He limped awkwardly to his front door and opened it. He limped down the hall to the elevator, which had the sign "Out of Order" on the closed doors. "Damn," he growled, he had to take the stairs down to his car to get his stuff out of it. He staggered over to the stairwell and walked down.
He came into his room, all of his stuff in paw, and crossed the living room, being careful of the evil table, and went to his room to unpack.
He put every thing where it belonged: his shirts into a drawer, his jeans into a drawer, his socks into a different drawer. He shoved his suit into his closet, along with his winter clothes and sweatshirts and sweaters. His mood went from good to awful after the shin incident. He needed to relieve his newly "aroused" tension. He walked over to the light switch and flicked it off, then over to the window to check if it was shut. After the check of the room, and after all his clothes were put away, he removed his clothing. His shirt was first to go; he flung to the far corner of his room. He kicked off his boots and laid them up angainst the door. Next came his jeans: first he unsapped the button just above the base of his tail, then he undid his belt and slid it out of the loops with perfection, then unzipped his jeans and unbuttoned them, then he slid them down and kicked them of to the side. He pulled his socks off and tossed them aside. He slipped his underwear off and tossed them on top of his socks. He came to the side of the bed and crawled into bed. He wasn't going to take a nap, he had something else in mind. He placed his head onto the pillow and relaxed a little before had could proceed.
He shut his eyes and began to daydream as he slipped one paw down his abs. His paw took a mind of it's own and began to rub his abs; he sighed as his paw explored his stomach. His claw then continued it's way downward to his waist and beyond. His claw brushed his slit and out came a soft moan from his throat. His claw proceeded to rub his slit; moans slowly rolling from his muzzle as the claw tickled in between the lips. His heart started to throb and he felt his erection growing near, but he contiuned to scrape his slit. The pink head started to poke out of his slit and his claw brushed up against it, which caused him to hisse. He brought his paw down and started to scrape the underside of his erection; his moans growing deep with each sluggish scrape. His member grew its full ten inches as his claw scraped at it. He removed his claw from the underside of his cock and adjusted himself, so his head was more comfortable as it rested on the pillow.
With his eyes still closed and starting to think about that feline back at Mr. Skylyne's office building, he brought his paw up and encircled it around his needing cock. He gasped as his cool fingers touched the underside of his shaft. He thrumed softly as he started his descent from the tip to the base. He moaned quietly as his paw moved slowly back up and then down his full length of his rose red meat. He felt a spark as his paw rubbed slowly, so he moaned a little louder. The spark started in his heart and worked it's way downwards. His eyes tightened as he squeezed a little tighter on his shaft. His steady strokes drove him mad with need of release, but that wasn't about to happen anytime soon.
He quickened his pace slightly as the spark made its way down his chest. He squeezed his eyes tighter than before and groaned deeply. His breath quickened, his heart beat faster, his paw moved a bit faster. The spark moved agonizingly down to his stomach as his moans escaped his muzzle faster and faster. He could feel the imaginary fur of his daydream babe rub against his scales, and he was going insane with lust.
The spark was just above his waist when he quickened his pace. His heart raced, his paw seemed to move at the speed of light, his mind swirled, his breathing sped up, his daydream girl was rubbing herself and moaning slightly in his mind.
The spark was looming just above his cock as he groaned louder and louder. His arm was numb from all his work, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to feel good and to reach his goal of sweet relief. His reward was drawing nearer and nearer. The spark moved right behind his cock.
The spark went up into his member and sent out currents all around in his body, screaming for his release. He let out a deep, loud groan; his muzzle curled into a toothy, lust-filled pleasure; his eyes tightened; his legs streched stright; his whole body stiffened. He held it for a few seconds, his right foot twitched, twitched again. He couldn't hold it any longer. A wave washed over him as he finally reached his goal. He slammed his encircled paw down hard on his slit once more and grunted loud. He opened his eyes, they rolled into the back of his head and his sweet cum shot a five good inches up to his chest and hit dead center of it. He shut his eyes and panted with each last spurt of his cream.
He opened his eyes again after some panting, half way, and saw the mess on his chest and abs. He let his tounge slip from his muzzle and slowly he started to lap up the sweet liquid off his chest, thruming softly to himslef as he tasted himself. After his chest was all clean, he sat up and leant onto elbows and lapped up his abs, making sure he got his bellybutton extra well. He then leant farther forward and licked his claws, tasting and loving every last drop.
A little cum still ozzed from the tip of his cock, so he brought his head down and let it enter his muzzle. He sucked at his member to get rid of the extra juices, when he got the familiar feeling again. He moaned and came again into his muzzle, and he greedily gulped it down, thruming quietly as he did his work. He removed his muzzle from his receeding member as a saliva trail led from it to his muzzle. He laid back down to bask in his after glow as his eyes drifted shut.
To be continued...
Bill: Well I hope you enjoyed this little tid-bit of how Darkside calms down. Well see you all later.
*Moaning can be heard coming from Bill's room*