This Is My Story Dasher Cheetah
This is Me
First off the obligatory song link that describes me, as the rules ask for.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQaeg582kRQ
On Jason's lawn, the group of Anthros stood quietly talking. It was night and the stars shown down, reflecting off the flat calm water of the lake. There was a fire going and torches set out, casting their warm glow upon the area. Tables were set out with food and drink a plenty for all to help themselves to.
By the beach stood one group of Rabbits and a lone human in their midst. The children ran and played in the sand, watched over by their parents and older siblings, along with the young man. They seemed close but not closed off. Just perhaps a bit cautious in the presence of the other party goers, who were all predator types. Not that they were all anything but friendly toward the Rabbits. It was just an old instinct raising its ugly head.
Jason, as host of this get together, made sure they were welcome and said they were free to avail themselves of his home, if they needed some time away from the others. Jason was sensitive to the needs of his guests and wanted them to be at ease. Don and Sue were not timid but they hadn't met the cheetahs and vixen before so were a bit reserved. As Jason walked around, he couldn't help but feel the human, Rich was watching him quietly, as if studying him. He shook off the feeling and went towards the group of his friends, near the house.
Up here where it was a bit brighter, stood talking a different set of people. His nephew Speedy, his twin brother James and James' wife Samantha. Another cheetah by the name of Dasher and Jason's date for the evening, the fiery red furred vixen by the name of Vicki. There was also a quiet snow leopardess. Not just any snow leopardess, this one had an impressive set of wings and went by the name of Shalendra.
Dasher, seeing Jason step up asked,"So, where is he? I've been waiting all evening to meet our man of mystery. I imagine that the rest of the guests have been no less curious than I, to met out creator, so lets get the party started!"
General agreement met his question, so Jason held his paws up and said,"I know, I know. Give me a moment and I will go get him."
Before he could step away and go into the house, Shal called out dryly,"And keep your pants on Jason. If we find out you have kept us waiting to yiff him in private, we will NOT be amused." A small electric blue bolt of lightning flew skyward from her fingers to emphasize her words and the others gave a laugh, knowing Jason and that the thought had likely occurred to him.
Jason blushed slightly but it was hidden by the dim lighting so went unnoticed. Jason cleared his throat and said in mock offense,"He is my guest and I would do no such thing . . . unless he started it." The cheetah grinned and the others laughed. They were all highly sexual beings and owed that to the one who had yet to join them. Jason went inside and the others all gathered closer, anxious and excited to meet at last, their creator. Shal hung back as she was a guest and he wasn't HER creator. Still, she was polite and a bit curious too.
In minutes, Jason stepped onto the porch and held up his paws for their attention. As soon as he had it, Jason said,"My friends and guests, it is my honor to introduce to you all, our creator, the man behind the curtain in all our lives, who goes by the name of Dasher Cheetah!" He stepped aside and turned towards the open doorway, followed by all the others' eyes.
From the darkened door way, with the aid of a cane, an older human stepped forth. He had graying hair, a short, well groomed beard that was also shot with gray and upon his nose a pair of wire rimmed glasses. He was dressed in an elegant black tuxedo, black leather shoes with a high glossy shine and upon his head wore a black leather Jackaroo Hat, the duplicate of the one worn by the cheetah Dasher.
The guests held their breaths, waiting to hear from this human. Just behind him at his left elbow, a younger woman in a cheetah print gown, helped him walk out. She was shy and remained quiet but smiled a lot at all the assembled furs. From behind her stepped a black anthro formed cat in a black satiny full length gown. It was low cut and showed an ample bust but was tasteful, not showing off TOO much. It was obvious that the cat was devoted to the woman but considered the man to be partly hers as well. Her eyes were green with gold flecks and very alert, missing nothing as the cat stood nearby, rather like a bodyguard, silent but deadly.
Jason brought over a comfortable chair and the human thanked him quietly, to which Jason smiled and nodded before stepping down into the crowd of gathered furs. The human silently surveyed the crowd of waiting anthros, smiling fondly as his eyes fell on each one. He knew them all intimately and loved them all. A tear formed in his eyes and he blinked them back before sitting down with the help of the woman at his side. Setting the cane beside his chair, he looked up with a smile and a whispered thank you to her, before turning his attention back to the assembled furs. The woman smiled and leaned down to lift his hat to kiss his head before she stepped back behind him, with her cat beside her, to watch the events unfold.
The man held his head up and again looked the group over fondly for a minute before he spoke. He took a deep breath and in a deep voice said,"Hello to you, all my children. Some of you might consider me god, because I created you all from where I sit, outside your existences. I assure you, I am no such thing. I am only a man who lives on another plane, another universe outside your own. If you think of me as a man behind the curtain, directing things in your lives and unseen, it might be easier for you all to deal with. I go by the name Dasher Cheetah here." He gave a nod and a smile to the Dasher Cheetah of this place, throwing in a wink for good measure.
Continuing, the man went on,"To avoid confusion, you may address me as the writer, if it makes you more comfortable. As you can see, I am not a cheetah but a human and not an all powerful perfect one at that. *chuckle* Yes Dasher, you were the first one I made, many years ago and at first, you were my alter ego or fursona as it is called where I come from. Over time, you became your own separate person as all my children are."
Turning his head, he looked and smiled at the quietly shy woman standing to his left and slightly behind him. She was dark haired with an occasional silver hair tucked amid the brown ones. Her face was youthful, some would say childlike with wonder and innocence. There were a scattering of freckles there and her love for the man shone from within. He held out his hand, which she took and he told them,"This is my mate of over a decade. She goes by the fursona of Kitty Cheetah but you may call her Kitty or Mrs. Writer. *chuckle* Beside her is her fursona, Kitty. She is a wraith kitty and once was a normal cat. Due to a necromancers' attempts to become a Liche, a backfire in the spell caused that humble cat to become a wraith and over the centuries, she has mastered certain magics of her own. While most would fear her, with reason as she is a powerful entity on her own, my wife has made friends with her and she is a loyal loving companion.
I owe my continued living to her, for her love and the way she takes care of me. As you see, I am not in the greatest of health, nor young any longer. I had a set of strokes about 5 years back that came close to killing me. How close I hear you ask? Close enough that I saw and talked to death. He is a nice fellow and has an unpleasant job but he performs it with compassion and had a message for me that changed my life. Anyway, that is neither here nor there and none of you need fear meeting him. You will out live me by a very long time."
The man smiled gently and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took two out and lit them before offering one to his wife. She accepted it and both took a long drag before blowing out a cloud of blue smoke. With a satisfied smile, the Writer looked at the burning tube of tobacco and shook his head, then looked up and said,"It is a nasty addiction, one I wish I had never picked up but it is a strong addiction and as I figure I have a limited time left, it is not worth the aggravation of quitting now. But to those of the readers who are reading this, DON'T SMOKE!"
The group whispered to themselves,"who is he talking to? Readers? What? Is he crazy?"
The Writer laughed gently and was joined by his wife. As soon as they settled down, he said,"Never mind, my dear ones. They can know of you but you will never know of them. Back to things that do matter though. The stroke left me with 40% less sight, weakness in my left leg that I use a cane to compensate for, a slight balance problem and an impaired short term memory. For those reasons, I was forced to retire from my job as the lead computer operator and on-call answer man for the computer operations department of a large hospital. That left me with little to do other than hang around online most of the time. It has its perks tho as I have begun transferring some of the writing I have been creating for 30 years now, onto the net, where you all have been warmly received by the a-fore mentioned 'readers'. I have also made some very good friends on the net, who help me stay entertained. Most are here on this site where the readers are seeing this now."
The Writer chuckled again and put out his cigarette, tucking the remains in his pocket neatly for later proper disposal. He went on,"In a week from yesterday, I will be 55 years old. Not an astounding age but it IS as old as I have ever been before. *chuckle* Now where was I?"
A black feral looking cat appeared on the Writer's shoulder and whispered into his ear, causing the man to smirk and snicker, before he said,"Oh yes, this is Basement Cat, or BC as I have come to call him. He keeps me company, suggesting various lewd, dirty and sometimes ebil things to me from time to time."
The cat looked them over with a cats' typical aloof disdain but also a decidedly wicked gleam in his eye. His eyes alighted on the Rabbit family and he gave a nasty grin, then turned to whisper into the Writer's ear. He glanced at them and gave a soft snicker before whispering quietly back, forgetting that tho only he could hear BC, his whispers were easily picked up by all the sharp ears of the assembled furs. They heard him say,"I know they would be happy if I asked and would taste very nice indeed." BC again whispered to him and his soft smirk changed to one of outrage! The Writer shouted angrily,"Damn you, NO! I did not mean as hossenfeffer! Kitty! Get him!"
The wraith cat changed instantly from her lovely anthro form, into a black feral cat whose fur rose in battle hackles and with a yowl, she took off like a shot for BC! BC had heard the Writer and was already moving. Like a bolt of black lightening, he jumped from the Writer's shoulder and went thru a hole he made appear before him. It closed but she was not deterred. Another hole opened and she went thru it to disappear too.
The writer brushed off the shoulder of his tuxedo and looked at the furs before him. With a sigh, he looked down a moment and muttered,"The things I put up with from that damn cat. One thing I will not allow is him speaking about you, my children like that."
With a little difficulty and his mate's assistance, he stood and bowed respectfully to the Lapines and said,"I apologize to you, Don, Sue, Chrissy, Ben, Kili and Fili. His sense of humor leaves much to be desired at times and this was one of them."
Sitting back down, he was about to begin talking when a hole appeared and Kitty stepped thru on four feet, a large clump of black fur in her mouth and red claws. She jumped up and placed the fur in his lap, looking up smugly and he gently stroked her head as he said,"Thank you Kitty. BC is not welcome here tonight and you may do whatever you wish to him, if he dares show his tail again." Kitty smiled and puffed into a cloud of smoke, reforming on his lap in her anthro form, again dressed in her black gown.
In a purring voice, smooth as velvet, she said,"It was my pleasure. I presume you will reward me in the usual manner, later?" The look and sly grin let everyone guess just what that reward would be and all laughed softly. She leaned in and took a kiss, that he returned as his arms went around her gently. Pulling back after a suitable time, the Writer smiled and chuckled at her, then asked,"Dear? Will you collect your cat from my lap?"
The woman came over and smiled as she shooed her fursona from her mates' lap and she leaned in to collect a kiss of her own. He happily gave it and they kissed, with tongue and love for a full minute before she pulled back and said softly,"If Kitty is going to be rewarded later, you better include me, or else."
The Writer laughed and said,"But of course. With this group, it is a good thing you brought the Viagra as I am sure I will need it to keep up with even one of them, much less you, my love." She grinned at him and stood up to the applause to the assembled furs. She blushed slightly and giggled, gave a slight curtsey with amusement and returned to standing behind her mate, a distinct sparkle in her eye. She knew well the characters here and also knew that it was likely to be a very wild party later.
The writer sighed and said,"I wonder at times, who is in charge, me or her? Ah well, back to it. As you all can probably guess, I am bisexual, or sometimes I call it trisexual. That is because I will try most things once, and more if I like them. My mate and I are married and in a closed relationship. Well mostly closed. With prior agreement, we are open to inviting others into our company. You, my children, are excepted of course." This was met by general laughter and some applause, as well as a few ribald comments.
He went on,"Lets see, what else shall I mention? Oh yes, I began writing by commenting on a boyfriend's art. He was a known artist and would send me pictures in the mail. I would comment about what I saw and that slowly grew to imagining the story behind each one, then to writing little bits of things that I would like to see him draw. From there, I began writing little stories of my own that I would share with him. This continued for years and my mate even met him and liked him. Tragically, he died of complications from prior health problems and I still miss him terribly. I have a number of hand written stories now. Some are a number of hundreds of pages long and one, my magnum opus is over a thousand pages.
I have a step-cub from my wife, who is now thru her first year of college. She is on the President's list and is a net author in her own right. I am proud of her, justifiably. I taught myself how to build and repair PC's, which I do as a hobby. I built my last two computers and one for my mother in law. I have three sisters, my parents have passed on. My mother died two weeks before my 20th birthday and my father passed on about seven years ago.
Last things I can think to add are, I have had depression since I was eleven years old, was on medication for it from age thirty but no longer take it. I am a diabetic but don't do anything about it either as it is too expensive and I have no insurance. *shrugs* It is not the serious form so I can get away with that so far. I try to comment and be kind to others online on the site and it seems I have acquired something of a reputation of being an 'uncle' and mentor and friend to a number of furries there.
I am a bit shy and don't really understand it when I see anyone praise or thank me for being who I am. It is embarrassing at times to hear that I am great. I am only me, a man with faults, the same as anyone else.
I want to thank Gray Muzzle for urging me to make the effort to enter this contest. That anyone would want to hear about me or learn anything about the man behind the cheetah is a wonder to me but there you have it. This is me.
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This is me.