Leonardo - Chapter 1
#1 of Leonardo
Chapter 1 of Leonardo.
If you for some reason decide to look at this before the story, then warning: masturbation.
One(Prologue and Introduction)
I didn't know they would do this to me. I didn't know what I would become from it. A new life I would never expect; a new person I have to be. I didn't fully know who I was earlier, but they seemed to, from what they collected, know what I was; yet, not completely sure of it.
My life turned worse than what it already was then; but slightly, and slowly, brightened my life, exploring what I, possibly, couldn't explore the world, kind of, around if I was still within the community. Yet, from all that has happened, I still wished that this would've never happened. Just thinking about it, it was just...bound to happen; I probably couldn't stop it from happening.
It's really hard to say if I wanted this to happen or not: if I should've forced myself to stay with my family...or to do what I've done earlier within my life. It's hard to say if my future would've been completely different than what it is now, or if it'll happen all the same, but differently. Either way, I would hope it would end the same...mostly the same.
How it progressed to the moment, eventually the life, is easy to say; impossible to forget.
I lived and was born in Crescent Forest, a forest near the coast of some ocean. It was on the far left of the country of Powerage, a fairly large island for a country. Back then, I never explored more than the forest. Now, I have gone out of the forest, but not to all of the general country.
I had a good life as a skunk, had friends, had people, nice to the people, a normal life, I guess. I was still young at the time, still trying to find out what I could do for the community. If I couldn't find out what I could do yet, I would just hang out with a few friends.
I would act normal with my friends that are girls; just talking about our lives, what's up with everything, hang out to random places. It wouldn't show much; I was younger back then, like around thirteen or fourteen.
But around the boys...I don't know it would be kind of hard... to some of them. It hard to say what I would do exactly...
"Hey, Leon!" A friend yelled out, from a distance. I turned around, seeing that it was a fellow fox, running up to me. I kind of forgot his name at the time, so I really didn't respond. I couldn't respond.
He stopped when he got near, looking at me. I held on to my long, fluffy tail, looking down to his white feet, not sure what to say. "Still having trouble to talk, huh?" he asked. I could barely speak. Instead, I just nodded. "Huh, okay. Well, have you seen Leslie?"
I let go of my tail and pointed to the left of me, where the lake was about a few kilometers away. "Oh, okay. Thanks!" He almost ran off, until he looked back again. "Oh yeah, I'm Jake. Sorry if I didn't tell you my name before."
I still did not talk then; I waved my hand to him and nodded once. After that, he left to the direction I pointed to. Why can't I still talk to him? I thought. I couldn't find the answer; I walked off in a different direction.
Later that day, I left to my home: a little property of several bushes and trees surrounding a little open ground. All of my family was there at the time: my two little siblings, brother and sister, and my mother. I walked in to my home, where my mom was watching for my little sister. She turned to me, noticing that I got home.
"Welcome back, Leon," my mom said, "How was your day?"
"Good, I guess," I responded, "Just the same old, same old."
"Still having trouble talking to boys?" she asked. She did know about the issue, but didn't say to anyone.
"N-no..." I looked down, stopping. My mom walked towards me, her arm on my shoulder.
"Don't worry," she said, "you might not have overcome your problem, but you'll overcome it soon." I didn't say anything. She then hugged me, trying to comfort me. It kind of did, but not that much.
She walked away to continue to look over my sister. I walked back to my area. The sun was barely setting; there was more that I could've done until night, but I didn't want to. I tried to sleep for the next day to come.
It was very difficult for me to sleep that day. I didn't know why; I could've slept easily like any other day. I didn't know why I couldn't sleep at that time. I tried going to sleep, but something just kept me from sleeping. I needed to know what that was.
I sat up from my bed, a round patch of soft straw. I was thinking of something, but it was not clear to me yet. I lied back down on my bed and tried to focus what it was. It was something orange, blurry; seemed to be a figure.
Time went by, the figure became clearer, seemed to be a fox. Within seconds, I was apparently thinking of Jake.
I was thinking of Jake? I thought, why would I be thinking of---? I felt something in me, not sure what it was. Wha--! I looked down, seeing I was getting an erection. I blushed, not sure how to react by this. It wasn't the first time I had an erection before, but not with Jake in mind. I held on to my erection and started to stroke slowly.
I closed my eyes as I stroked slowly, feeling myself getting harder and longer. The sensation was getting to me; I went faster and tried to not make a sound so that the others wouldn't hear. It was sort of easy to not make a sound; a little practice from almost getting caught at times.
I lowered my head down, my eyes still closed, going faster. My mind was still on Jake for some reason; by force, fantasizing of him jacking off. I don't know why, but I was enjoying it: the pleasure and his on my mindset.
I was breathing heavily, my mouth open, almost reaching my climax. My fantasies were reaching up to me at almost a synchronized level. I loved the sensation, almost like the first time this happened, but seemed better with Jake on my mind. I could've thought of any other boy in my community, but I didn't know why he seemed to more...what's the word? ...Well I got nothing, but he was stuck on my mind.
After about 3 strokes, I reached my climax. Some of the cum went inside of my mouth, without warning. I had forgotten that I had my head down and my mouth open. I swallowed what was in my mouth; no point into spitting it out and leaving the odor of it. After about 3 minutes of cleaning myself up, I lied back down on my bed, a little tired from the moment. I still had Jake on my mind, wondering if I should overcome my fear and try talking to him for a while.
I slept within minutes long before I even got an answer.
The next day, about sun-high, I walked toward the gulf northwest of the central area of the community. I sat on an inclined rock I favored to sit on. I usually walked over to the gulf several times a week. It, most of the times, helped me calm myself out from my problems I've had throughout my life. Hardly anyone would go to the gulf; I'm not sure why, but it's pretty wonderful for me.
I've swam in it before, but I didn't this time. I wasn't sure why though. When I was looking at the crystal blue waves, I heard some rustling within the bushes of the forest. I looked back, a little cautious at what it was. I waited for a bit, and saw that it was Leslie: a black-and-light gray raccoon. She ran towards me, almost tripping when dashing from the bushes. I was confused why she was like this; I had never seen her stressed out before.
"What wrong?" I asked to Leslie. She took her breath before answering.
"U-ur...urgent..." she stressed out to say, "...Lead...Lead Chief wants to see you..."
I stood up from the rock, "What? For what?"
"I don't know," she gained her breath again, only to run again back to the community. "Hurry!"
I ran to catch up to Leslie, to the community.
When I reached there, there were many animals there, all staring at me. Why? I didn't know then. I looked for Leslie, seeing that she was hiding behind a tree, her older brother beside her. I looked around, finding my family on my left. I looked straight, and saw the Lead Chief, a senior black puma, holding a long stick to hold him up, only meters away from me. I wasn't sure if I were to say something or to just stay silent. I sort of found out when the Chief spoke.
"Leonardo..." he said, "...is that right?" I couldn't speak out; I nodded. He narrowed his eyes; glowing green from what sun could come down from the trees. "Hm...well...do you know why you're here? Or any of us here at this very spot?" I didn't know; I shook my head, not knowing in response. "Well... that's not very surprising.
"I'm not usually out here, out in the sun, around for people to see, but this..." His hand not holding the stick is raised, out to me, "...this is an issue; a concern that cannot be avoided. This involves you," he raises the stick and points at me, "and only you." He lowers the cane. "The concern cannot leave you; it will not leave you; it will never leave you. Some wonder what I'm talking about this ratico." Ratico: a community term for small or very moment. "I will not say as gossip flows very heavily around these parts.
"As that goes about very roughly," he raises the cane, flips it to where's he holding the other end, and extends his arm. The distance from the end of the stick to me is only about 30 centimeters. "You, Leonardo, are hereby banned from the community and its annex territories." I blanked out for a second, getting everything straight. I looked around, still seeing many faces looking at me: some of them filled with hatred, some with pardon, some with disappointment.
I looked to the left, seeing my mother looking down. I look towards my brother, only clenching mom and looking away. My sister possibly behind mom.
I didn't know what to say. I just turned around and ran. I dared not look back; speechless at what happened. I didn't know where to go, and that didn't matter. As long as I was out of there, forced from home, they would be satisfied. I wept while I was running, and eventually dropped to the grass. All I did was bawl near a tree, the day barely being halfway done. There was nothing I could do, or at least then, to get on with my life.
Dropping dead was an option, but more became available as the hours went by.