Round About Chp. 4
This is the next chapter to CrownedClown13's story plan.
Chapter 1: By CrownedClown13 Chapter 2: By RuthofPern Chapter 3: By 3timer
So, this is pretty much the first published piece of literature I've ever properly written. It kind of shows by the 2+ weeks it took to write.
Also, thanks go to RuthofPern for helping me edit and decide on a lot of things. Hopefully I've ended it well enough that Masterwolf2 can take over. And Good luck to him.
Characters belong to their respective owners. On a side note, the character Mozy Tart is completely fictional, don't bother trying to search up some of her non-existant songs on youtube. If there is a real person known as Mozy Tart, than it is pure coincidence. Also, I liked the name so much I decided to dedicate three entire sentences to Mozy Tart.
Also, I have created a Roundabout Group for the stories, so that it's easier for readers to keep up with the story
During their jog, Asher had slowly moved forward, the obviously more fitter and swifter of the two, especially with Cory in a current state of alcohol intoxication recuperation. Though Cory was not going to complain, as it gave him a full view of the well-defined behind of the anthropomorphic tiger. Cory couldn't help muttering to himself, "my God he has a nice arse- Not gay, just... appreciating what another guy has. Yeah that's all it is. Not gay. It's all just been a huge mess up and just one heck of a long week for me, between meeting this friendly guy who takes home random drunken strangers who stick up for him against racist and annoying friends, and all that stuff with the divorce... The divorce. The only upside to the entire thing - and it was a very big stretch - was that Karrie only achieved half-custody of the twins. At the very least I do get to see them every once in a while. And she got the pets. All because of a dare at work..."
It'd been a simple dare and a lot of drunken idiocy. The office had just finished the latest development; a new office design that dictated uniformity and cold formality. Odd for the day and age, where most businesses had taken on an employee-based ideology, but a client was a client, and for Cory and his team of designers and architects, a job was a job. And with a job well done, the office decided to host a party for their achievement. And someone - Cory was pretty sure it was his superior, Marilyn - brought in three bottles of tequila. Zander, Clark Construction may not have been a multi-million dollar company, but Cory was pretty sure that it was above drinking tequila shots at office parties.
Then came celebrity heads. What kind of sophisticated adults played celebrity heads? Even whilst drunk, that was a low blow to Cory's masculinity. These were the same adults who'd just completed construction of building that didn't speak as much as scream out against everything that they had been doing. That is, fooling around, laughing at other people, stumbling over office chairs whilst getting drunk off tequila in an attitude of general, all-around Tom-foolery and intoxicated stupor.
The game itself would have been fine, except that they were all drunk. And what better way to make everything more entertaining when you're drunk than by placing a bet on something? Even that would have been fine, even though Cory had been more elected than of his own volition. Though the names irked him to great extents; Cory could agree that he wasn't the most knowledgeable person when it came to current trends; especially concerning Pop Music. But who on God's Earth was Mozy Tart?
According to Marilyn, she's the "greatest thing since auto-mascara."
It was after he'd lost that he was told about the bet. "Seven minutes of heaven with John," and Newbie got to take pictures. In hindsight, it was probably the dumbest thing he could've agreed to. But at the time, he was drunk off tequila shots, and having a good time with colleagues. And everyone knows that when you're drunk, you have to accept all challenges, no matter how stupid or petty they seem. There was no way it'd have amounted to something potentially life-changing or horrible. Right?
What took Cory by surprise the most was the fact that his 'Seven minutes of heaven' was not as disgusting or strange as he was expecting. In fact, John had been a better kisser than his wife. In fact, it was damn-well arousing. Not that anybody else ever needed to know that. Ever. In fact, Cory was sure that at the time, he'd just been thinking about making out with his wife. That was it, he was sure. He wasn't suddenly becoming bi-curious or anything, because that'd be ridiculous.
Cory was trying to convince himself and he knew it. But his sudden developing feelings he was beginning to get for Asher were starting to scare him. But he did have very nice eyes; vivid green and so deep - without trying to sound so horribly cliché - Cory felt he could get lost in them; which was also creepy. He remembered his first reaction to seeing those pools and losing focus of everything around him.
Plus he was rich - incredibly rich. He owned a beach-side mansion, with his own government-sponsored job, and second largest of its type in Southern California to-boot. Than to top it all off, Asher also had the muscle definition of a furred Adonis. Cory could still recall every smooth slab of muscle beneath his warm tiger pelt from seeing Asher shirtless. Mixed in with seeing that smooth tiger butt in front of him had him drooling.
Cory swallowed the saliva quickly so that he didn't drown just thinking about Asher. That would have been awkward to explain; "it looks like the victim drowned in his own saliva. We believe that images of the anus of and sexual oriented thoughts towards one Asher Miles were the cause." Probably wouldn't be as rare as Cory imagined, looking at how perfect the cheeks were, being hugged in Asher's tight jogger pants.
The human began to chant "Not gay... not gay..." even whilst obviously staring downwards at Asher's arse. Picking up speed to stop himself from ogling the tiger, Cory caught up and was now racing parallel to Asher. Asher, looking to his side and seeing the human all but sprinting, started to slow down his jog; only to see Cory suddenly stop.
It'd started out slowly - Cory hadn't even noticed it at first. But when his stomach started to rebel against the forced consumption of the previous night and now the heavy exercise, it made sure Cory was aware of the entirety of its displeasure. With a vengeance, Cory was keeled over, holding onto his stomach. Only two short metres away from the seawater, he managed to crawl toward it before he threw up.
Getting drunk was fun, especially when you were purposely trying to forget about things; but no matter what Cory did, there was always one aspect to getting drunk - which he usually avoided - that he could never get over. Puking was disgusting. Being forced to expel everything that was inside your stomach, feeling it force itself upwards all the way to your mouth, before the taste of what may have once tasted great, but now tasted pungent, acidic and sour. The feeling of it all flowing out of your mouth, to Cory, was the most horrible feeling known to man; especially when you weren't drunk enough to not notice.
An entire minute was spent, just kneeling over the salty water, throwing up his insides. It took Cory half that time to recover enough to notice that a large furred paw was resting on his back, attempting to soothe him. It almost worked, in that Cory was instantly feeling less sick to his stomach. But when Cory noticed the position they were in; Cory bent over, with the big muscled stud, Asher, standing almost right behind him, all the blood in Cory's body polarised to two sides; his groin and his face.
Panting heavily, just crouched and hoping beyond hope that Asher would take a hint and move before the situation got any more awkward than it already was. It was a good time later before Cory's wish for Asher to move actually came true, but not for the reason he'd been hoping.
"What the hell? Is he throwing up? Asher, you shouldn't have pushed him that far you idiot!" Cory couldn't identify who or what was screeching at Asher from where he was, but he recognised them as having a female voice - Cory wanted to say that it was a beautiful voice, he was sure he used to like that sounding voice, but now it did nothing for him.
"Hey, Claudi-"
"Don't 'Hey, Claudia' me you jerk! Look at that guy, he looks sicker than a puppy. What were you doing, forcing him into a run in that state?" Claudia quickly cut Asher off. Claudia; that was a supposedly nice name, to go with what Cory was sure, but could not seem to identify as being an equally nice voice... Asher's seemed to be much nicer- Crap!
"Well, the best way to shake off a hangover was by going for a run. It's what I always do when I'm recovering fr-" Asher began, but was once more cut off by Claudia.
"Asher, I thought we'd already identified that you were different to most people in how you recover from things. You get better from colds by sitting in a freezer for two days straight!" as Claudia quickly ascertaining the dominant position in the conversation. "First you abduct some drunkard stranger from a bar, and now you're pushing them into exercising, despite how sick they look, let alone feel, and probably pushing him to the same extremes that you're used to doing! No wonders he's throwing up half his guts into the ocean!"
"Claudia, can you let me finish?" Asher asked, waiting a moment for Claudia to nod her head before continuing. "To start with, Cory looked perfectly fine when we first started, a little drowsy, but not this sick-" Asher pointed towards Cory, who was still bent over staring at the clear water and ensuring no residue sickness was going to suddenly force itself out of his stomach "- plus I was actually going slower than I normally do. When I noticed that Cory was starting to exert himself too much, I slowed down even further. I'm just going to go ahead and say that this was the direct result of a hangover, and not because of any other impending effects I forced on him" Asher stated with such confidence that Cory couldn't find it in himself to tell him that it was actually the running that pushed him over the edge.
"That's really not what it looks like for me. Here, move out of the way" Cory could hear some shuffling, and water being kicked around before a new, smaller and most assuredly more effeminate hand-paw was resting on his back, slowly stroking his back. The action of which caused him to let out an embarrassing mewl of pleasure, as his stomach muscles slowly uncurled from their position, torturing Cory with cramps that came from holding the positions.
Closing his eyes, Cory let the feelings just wash over him, appreciating the petting like a child to his mother. All too suddenly, Cory was aware of one thing missing; he wanted Asher's hand-paw back there. Mentally berating himself for wanting the masculine hand-paw over the dainty and elegant hand-paw of Claudia; whoever she was.
Finally willing to open his eyes and see who was stroking his back, Cory turned his head around to be confronted with a slimmer, less muscular Asher. With Breasts. They were nice breasts; Cory was sure they were soft and supple... but they weren't as appealing as he was sure they should have been. It was probably because she was a Fur. And Cory was aware the he was once again lying to himself.
"Uh, t-thanks for your help. I should be good for now" Cory finally managed to stammer out to the feminine tigress.
"Oh, it's not a problem; it's the least I can do for the kidnapped," Claudia responded, before turning towards Asher, "Asher, don't just stand there, help me get him back to the villa!" she all but screamed. Said tiger was all too eager to jump to the role, and quickly picked up the human bridal style to carry back to his house. Much to the protest of Cory, who had to quickly fight down another oncoming surge of sickness.
"Ash- Asher! Put me down damn it! I can carry myself!" 'And I don't want to smell your scent with each breath I take; it's doing horrible things to me' was what Cory wanted to say. "For the love of- Asher, do you understand what careful means? Because what you did just there was most definitely not careful. You almost caused him to start puking again, you idiot!" Claudia began ranting again.
Between Cory protesting and moaning in sickness, and Asher and Claudia arguing the entire way back from where they'd started, they turned many heads and curious stares; the position that Cory was being held by Asher obviously not helping the situation.