Forbidden Chapter 11
Forbidden Chapter 11 -- To Each His Own
A four-door Cadillac pulled to a stop in front of the Moens' home.
Matt was at the wheel, and in the back, Alex was asleep on Jasyn's shoulder, having been sick all morning worrying about coming home.
"Shit..." Jasyn spoke barely above a whisper. Just out the window of the car, clothes were strewn about the front yard of the Moen home, surrounding the scattered broken bits of what had been a stereo. "Those are Peter's..."
Matt sighed softly, "It looks like a goddamned war zone..."
Jasyn looked away from the yard and back at Matt, "Peter...he wouldn't have told them about him and Alex."
Matt shrugged and looked blankly back at the wolf, "Maybe someone else did."
Jasyn blinked "...Matt?"
"So are you sure you want to go in?" The ottercoon changed the subject, "I shouldn't take you to your truck, first?" They had moved it the day before, before returning to Matt's, so it's presence here wouldn't arise any questions.
"No..." Jasyn eyed Matt suspiciously, but let it go, "We'll get my truck later..."
"What about your fox?"
"He'll be fine. I'm with him."
The two grew silent as they looked back at the house for a long moment, its front door ajar. There had been a fight here -- still was one -- but in the quiet lull in Matt and Jasyn's conversation, there was left only an eerie silence.
After a moment, Jasyn put on a gentle smile and shook his fox awake, "Alex...Alex wake up."
Alex sniffled a bit and pulled himself off of Jasyn's shoulder, "We...we're home?" Even through his fur, the teenager looked pale; he was still nauseous.
Jasyn nodded slowly, "Yeah...we're here."
Alex looked out the window and his eyes grew wide, "J-Jasyn? What's going on? Matt, what happened?"
"We don't know, Alex." Jasyn petted the fox's back.
Matt, though, did know, "We just got here."
Alex's breaths grew deeper and shaky, "Those...those are Peter's things."
Jasyn nodded, "We don't have to go in yet, if you're not ready."
"No. No, it's okay." Alex shook his head, clinging onto Jasyn's arm, "I...I...just don't leave me, Jasyn, please? No matter what happens, I need you here, with me...okay?"
Jasyn hesitated for a moment, and then leaned forward, hugging Alex tight in his arms, "Of course, Alex. You know I'm not going anywhere."
"Boys? Before you go..." Matt smiled softly as they turned to look at him "I just want you to know: my house is always open for you, if you feel comfortable coming there, okay?"
Both boys smiled and nodded, though the fox's smile was considerably weaker.
Slowly, the two exited the car, Alex sliding across the entire back seat instead of letting go of Jasyn to let them use separate doors. Before they closed the door, Jasyn leaned back in to it, and stared silently at the ottercoon for a moment, before speaking in a hushed voice.
"Thanks, Matt..."
The older fur just nodded, and the wolf closed the door.
"Promise..." Alex held tight onto the wolf's arm as they stepped away from the car, "Promise me...you won't let go, either. I...I don't care what my parents may think it looks like. Just don't let go..."
Jasyn wrapped his paw around the fox's on his arm, "Of course."
Alex walked them past the clothes and broken electronics, cautiously eyeing the front door of the house with an inaudible sigh. Matt watched on as they made it to the front porch, hoping everything would go okay for them, and pulled away as they stepped through the door.
Matt made the relatively short drive from there to his favorite department store district, content with Sirrus sleeping alone at the 'estate' a bit longer. He needed a few new shirts after Sirrus tore up some of them his first night at the house. He parked his car as close to the building as he could and made his way inside, waving to the clerks on his way to the dress shirts.
As he looked through them, though he caught a glimpse of yellow and rich, dark brown fur disappear behind a nearby rack. His eyes and feet followed and he found a rather familiar, well dressed Lion, his dark mane tied back.
"Shit. No way..." Matt muttered as he stepped closer, "Chris? Chris, is that you?"
The lion's ears perked, and he stood up, away from the dress pants he'd been sifting through, to look around.
Matt stopped behind him and looked over his shoulder as he was looking to see who called his name, "You know...I don't know why you're shopping for pants here. You always looked best in jeans."
The lion, Chris, whipped around and jumped back, "MATT!" The momentary surprise on his face flipped quickly into a huge toothy grin as he grabbed the ottercoon in a hug, literally pulling him off his footpaws for a second.
"Chris man, it's been forever!" Matt hugged back for that second, before the lion sat him back on his footpaws, and then stepped away. The ottercoon flashed a smile, no match for Chris's, and threw up his paws, "When did you get back into town?"
Chris scratched the back of his neck, "Last night. I...I woulda' called, but I'm sorta' lost, what with the time change."
"How long are you here for?"
"It's a job thing." Chris shrugged, "Technically these things are indefinite...kind of an 'until they decide they need me elsewhere' sort of thing. But I'd say, after I actually start up next week, I'll be here about a month or two? That's about average."
Matt couldn't restrain a soft 'aw' at the answer, "Damn, that's all? You and your trips! I make just as much as you do and I get to stay right here!" Matt smiled mockingly.
Chris shrugged again, "Hey! I like to travel."
"Oh! Speaking of which, where are you staying?"
Chris sighed and hung his head a bit, "...Holiday Inn."
"Holiday Inn? Your job usually puts you up the biggest, fanciest five star hotels around. Anything you need to talk to your mix breed best friend about?" Matt winked, talking in the third person to try and keep the mood light, just in case there actually was any reason for Chris to be in a bad mood.
Chris glared and sat back, now resting on both of his hands, against a shirt rack, "They don't set me up; I just have a business account for that sort of thing. But it's no big deal, I was just tired as fuck when I got here, so I grabbed the first place I could find."
"You sure nothing's wrong, Chris?" Matt flashed a concerned look, "You know you can always talk to me about it. We've been friends forever."
"Yeah, Matt, I know that. I also know you have a tendency to worry too damn much." Chris chuckled, "I'm fine. I just didn't bother to change hotels, since as I was already there..."
"Well you know," The ottercoon smiled; he was hoping it could come to this from the beginning, "After we're done here, you wanna' just head back to my new place? I've got two open guest bedrooms now. One of 'em was in use last night, but it really shouldn't need too much cleaning up or anything. I mean, you've always been cool with the gay thing, and I figured you'd rather stay with me for free, than..." Matt realized that he was rambling and stopped, "Sorry...it's just been a long time since we saw each other. I miss the company."
"Miss the company?" This time, Chris flashed the concerned look, "Anything you need to talk to ME about?"
Matt shook his head, "Nah...just a little lonely since Lance left. No big deal."
Chris nodded, "So...about this guest bedroom..." He smiled another toothy lion grin, "In use last night? What have you been up to?"
Matt smiled back, "We have got A LOT of catching up to do, man...especially concerning the last three days!" Matt smiled inwardly, finally being able to talk to someone his own age, someone other than Sirrus or a teenager, that he could be so candid with. "Anyway, it's a free room, and at least month to spend with the best friend you haven't seen in, what, two years?
"Maybe more than two..."
"You willing to take me up on the offer?"
Chris nodded with that same toothy grin, "Sure!"
Much later in the day, already nearing dusk, Matt and Chris were sitting in the kitchen talking while Sirrus played in the backyard of the Cameron Estate. Matt had gotten home first and put the dragon out back before he could meet Chris...hoping to ease the lion into their inevitable meeting.
"And all that's just happened in the last three days." Matt shook his head as he came to the end of his story. "The fox-boy and his boyfriend are at his house sorting through all that mess...and Sirrus doesn't have a clue what's going on at all."
Chris gulped down the last of his beer and crushed the can, "Wow...you have an interesting life...you know that?" The lion laughed and sat back, his abs now in full view, as his dress shirt sat unbuttoned.
"The last few days, yeah! But it's all because of that little dragon. Before I went to that pound..." Matt shook his head, "Man...you remember how long ago I broke up with Lance, right?"
Chris nodded, not bothering to cover up his stomach and chest, "Yeah. Just before I left..."
"Right." Matt pointed at the lion, "And you remember how hard that breakup was, on me, too. Shit, the shoulder of that shirt of yours is probably still stained from all the crying I did..." He shook his head, "I can't even remember how many times I thanked you for all your help. I do remember you had to make me stop thanking you, though." The ottercoon chuckled again and scanned his eyes across the room, quite obviously doing his best to NOT look at Chris's exposed fur.
Chris stretched back as he laughed deeply, his entire front open to view, "Yeah, I remember. It was...interesting to say the least..."
Matt raised an eyebrow, "Interesting? What do you mean by that?"
"I had no idea what to do. I mean...I never had to deal with anything like that before. So...well...you know..."
"I know. You still helped a lot, though."
"What are friends for?"
Matt huffed lightly, "But the point is, the last few days have been interesting, but not so much the two years before them. I mean...after he left...you left. And I've pretty much spent the last two years alone...until Sirrus."
"It can't be too bad." Chris let out a laugh.
"Hmm?" Matt looked up at the lion.
"I'm sure this is one of those 'money doesn't buy happiness' situations...but look at where you're living, man! You've gotta' be making more than me...and I'm doing well for myself."
Matt smiled, "I do like this house. Despite how empty it sometimes feels."
"And what about the garage?" Chris pointed over his shoulder, "Do you seriously have a Porsche AND a Caddy?"
The ottercoon couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, I guess my complaints are a little hollow after you've seen those, huh?"
Chris shook his head, "No, I get it. I'm just trying to get you to look on the bright side. I mean...why do you even need both of those cars?"
"I got the Porsche first. Just always wanted one." Matt tapped his fingers on the kitchen table, "The Cadillac was more wishful thinking. I got it on the off chance I'd need something with more than two doors. Turned out to be helpful the last two days."
"I'll bet."
Matt opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped when he heard a tapping in the living room. He held up a finger to the lion and then stood up and walked out of the kitchen, finding Sirrus pawing at the glass door, when he got to the living room.
Matt let the dragon in, and leaned down to him, "What is it boy?"
Sirrus smiled and yawned, "Got tired." His smile, though, quickly grew when he noticed the big yellow cat follow Matt into the living room, "Play!?"
Matt's eyes widened, "Uhm...no Sirrus. Not with him." He chuckled, looking back at Chris; the lion had been told Sirrus could talk, but not about anything else yet.
Chris tilted an eyebrow at Matt, "Why not?" Chris sat his new beer down and padded over, kneeling down in front of the small dragon with another of his big toothy grins. "You wanna play, boy?"
Sirrus smiled wide and leaned forward quickly, running his head, gently under the lion's crotch and nuzzling there.
Matt just sat completely still, watching as Chris grunted and fell back on his ass, his eyes wide.
"You smell nice!" Sirrus lurched forward after the lion, but Matt caught him before he could face plant into Chris's groin.
"No Sirrus!" Matt scolded softly, "I told you he didn't want to play."
Lifted up into his master's arms, the dragon pouted, "But he said yes..."
"No, Sirrus..." Matt just shook his head, "Now do you want in or out? I need to shut the door..."
Sirrus smiled and looked at his master then at the lion, "In!"
Matt sat the dragon down and turned to shut the door, but, while he was distracted, his pet went right back to the lion, and reached for his crotch with his claw.
"Sirrus! No!" Matt barked, stopping Sirrus before he made contact.
Sirrus whined as Chris scooted away from the claw, "But I wanna play!!"
Matt leaned down, kissing him on the cheek and petting him softly, trying to find new ways to get him to mind, other than hurting him like at the park, "Sirrus, hush. Calm down, boy. We can play later, okay? Chris, here, just doesn't like to play like that, okay? Now your master's got a bit of yelling to listen to, I think, so why you go play with your plushy somewhere...okay?"
Sirrus smiled and padded off, as Chris looked up at his best friend, "M-Matt?"
Matt turned and looked at Chris, still sitting on the floor, "I know...I know. The wolf boy yelled at me too..." He walked over and sat down on the couch, "I figured I'd be getting it from you too. I just didn't have the balls to tell you. So go ahead...let's have it..."
"So, wait...you PLAY with the little guy?"
Matt sighed, "You go two years without...PLAYING with anyone but your paws and show me you wouldn't do the same thing."
"Wow...uh...well..." Chris looked away and scratched his chin lightly, "To each his own I guess..."
"Look! I don't..." Matt's first word was defensive, but then he caught himself and blinked, "...wait...wait...you're not mad? Or disgusted or something? I thought Jasyn was gonna' hit me...I figured the least you'd do is storm out."
Chris stood up, grabbed his beer, and walked over to sit down in a chair, his legs crossed at the ankles. He chuckled and leaned back, again showing off his chest and abs, "Hey, I NEVER minded the fact that you were gay, why would I start now?"
"And...you don't see this as a little different?" Matt furrowed his brow.
"I mean, this is a bit weirder than that, yeah..." Chris shrugged, "...but it looks like the little guy likes it just fine."
"Shit Chris, I think he likes it even more than I do! I just hope he doesn't like YOU too much. I don't want him causing you any trouble while you're staying here..."
Chris grunted and laughed, "Hey, I can handle myself. Especially against someone his size."
"Even in your sleep?" The ottercoon smirked playfully.
"I'm betting I'll wake up. And if not, I bet it'll make for a good dream!"
Matt just laughed aloud, "You never have been fazed by much, have you?"
"Not really..." The lion put his paws behind his head, his shirt falling father open in the process.
Matt smiled over, finally unable to restrain himself, and letting his eyes trail across Chris's exposed stomach and chest fur. It was a good thing Chris was a big enough guy to take care of himself, otherwise he'd get eaten alive here.
The ottercoon's thoughts, though, took voice, and he speaking out loud without realizing, "God. I swear you wear those shirts just to tease me."
Chris's ears perked up and he turned to look at Matt, "Huh?"
Matt's ears perked as well and he blushed through his fur, "Nothing!" He tried again to mimic Chris's patented toothy grin.
Chris cocked an eyebrow, "Come on...what did you say?"
The ottercoon muttered, "You heard me..."
"Maybe." Chris pretended to scratch his chest, only to push his shirt open more, "But maybe I wanna' hear it again."
Matt narrowed his eyes, "Do you wear your shirts open like that to tease me? Or is that just the added bonus of your particular sense of style?"
Chris tilted his head back in a short roar of laughter, "What? You got the hots for me, now?"
"Now?" Matt laughed, "You think it's a new development? Have you seen you?"
Chris opened his shirt up a bit more, "You have, apparently."
"Don't act like you expected anything different! We've both seen the way women..." Matt chuckled, "...and some men flock to you."
Chris chuckled again, "Yeah...I know."
Matt looked around, searching for something to say, and trying not to look at Chris TOO much, then sighed, "You're never gonna' close those shirts now that you know what it's doing to me, are you?"
Chris smiled slyly at his friend, "That depends...do you want me to?"
"Well..." Matt looked back at his friend again, and strained through a long moment of contemplation on the subject. "Fuck. Man, I know nothing can come of it...but I rather like the view. So, unless it's bothering you...I say leave 'em open." Matt flashed a wide but nervous smile.
Chris just shrugged, "Well, I was too lazy to close them anyway."
"Lazy?" Matt arced an eyebrow, "I would have guessed buzzed...maybe even edging toward drunk? How much have you drank since you got here, anyway?"
Chris chuckled, finishing the rest of the beer he'd been nursing, "I dunno...quite a few I guess. But hey, I'm fine." He smiled lightly, "Really."
"Of course you are. It's not like you're going anywhere, tonight." Matt chuckled, "I mean, what's the danger? Gonna' crash your bed? Maybe get arrested by my living room furniture?" He chuckled again, "And you've never been a violent drunk or anything. Just don't throw up or piss on anything and I won't have to kick you out!"
Chris laughed along with his friend, until his roaring tapered off and the room had ebbed silent again. The lion looked at his friend curiously. Matt was no longer hiding his leering, and the ottercoon's paw sat on his thigh, almost twitching...fighting the urge to inch its way to the growing bulge in Matt's pants. Chris really was driving his poor friend crazy.
The lion coughed lightly, before very slowly standing up and padded over.
Matt blinked and leaned away from his friend, his face concerned and unsure as his friend knelt down beside him.
"Go on..." Chris purposefully opened his shirt, "Get your feel. I don't work out to not be appreciated."
Matt stammered, "Chris, no. It...it wouldn't be right. You're not..." He closed his muzzle with a breath. Why was he arguing? Chris was drunk. What better chance would he have? "Are you sure?"
Chris just smiled and nodded, "Go ahead."
Matt leaned forward slightly, his sheath filling more than it already had, and his paw brushed lightly over the lion's chest...across his left nipple and down onto his stomach, "...Shit Chris..." He placed his other paw on the other side, starting at his friend's shoulder and stopping just by his right nipple, "Chris...you're...wow..."
Chris let out a low purr, "I...I'm what?"
Matt leaned in closer, running his hands back up and then under Chris's shirt to his shoulders, "Mag...magnificent. Just...magnificent."
Chris grunted lightly, "K-keep going..."
"G...going? Where?" Matt ran his hands out across the lion's shoulders, starting to remove his friend's shirt as he leaned even more forward, almost ONTO Chris.
Chris leaned back, letting his shirts fall off and showing every one of the muscles of his well cared for frame. Matt leaned in even farther, out of the couch and to his knees before the lion. His hands trailed down Chris's sides as he moved in closer, still, and basically pressed himself against the lion, inhaling his musk.
Chris just grunted and purred deeper, doing nothing to push the ottercoon away, "S...shit..."
Matt had never thought he would be doing this. He buried his muzzle against Chris's shoulder and neck and opened his maw, breathing in his friend's scent deeply and letting his breath fall out onto him, as he worked his hands around the lion's sides and down his back. He just hoped Chris didn't make him stop anytime soon.
"F...fuck Matt..." Chris leaned into his friend, the ottercoon's breath sending shocks down his body.
As matt ran his hands farther down Chris's back, he slowly let his tongue out, barely touching it to Chris's neck and tasting the perspiration on the golden fur to see if Chris would even notice. And soon, his hands had run down to Chris's waist.
Chris closed his eyes and left his arms at his sides, his loud purring having grown to a rumbling growl beneath the ottercoon, "Keep going Matt...keep going."
Matt opened his maw completely, kissing the hollow of Chris's neck as he slid his thumb under the back of the lion's pants, still not sure how far Chris would really let this go.
"God..." Chris leaned in, wanting more, his entire body vibrating with his purring.
Matt finally decided to listen to Chris and slid both of his hands in and under the lion's silk boxers, sliding them down and around his ass as he kissed up Chris's neck slowly, barely believing what was happening.
Chris whimpered and growled in pleasure as he snaked his own hands around Matt's waist, "More..."
"More?" Matt kept kissing up until their maws and eyes met, snapping him back to the reality of just who he was doing this with. But he didn't stop. He trailed one of his paws around in front of the lion, still in his boxers, until it rested on the soft fur by his sheath.
Chris pushed his crotch back against Matt's paw, closing his eyes and snaking his tongue into his friend's muzzle, his entire body pushing against Matt's.
Matt kissed back without asking anymore questions as he wrapped his hand around Chris's filling sheath, and stroked it firmly. Chris broke the kiss and moaned loudly, as Matt pulled down on Chris's sheath, freeing it's barbed head out into the silk boxers.
He stroked the sticky member, flicking his fingers across each engorged barb as he smelled the lion's musk rising up out of his pants, "Sit...back..." He whispered.
Chris leaned back on his elbows and closed his eyes. Matt quickly undid Chris's pants and the button fly on his boxers...freeing the pink, barbed, twitching lion cock from their silk confines. In the living room air, he stroked it slowly, not realizing how much torture this was to his friend.
Chris whimpered and pushed against Matt's paw again, praying that he'd go faster, as the lion's balls were already drawing close to his body. Matt watched the pre forming at the cock's tip, and leaned down without a warning or concern, and lapped across the wet barbs and up across the tip, quickly taking the tip into his lips as he continued to stroke.
"F...Fuck..." Chris groaned softly as he began to thrust into the ottercoon's muzzle, his climax already growing close. Giving up on trying to do anything else, Matt moved his paw aside and let the whole member slide into his muzzle, the barbs raking across his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he swallowing the pre oozing from Chris's tip.
Chris panted and thrust faster, not wanting to hold back and losing his control. Matt placed a hand on his hip to hold Chris a bit more still as he pivoted his head and bobbed up and down the length, taking him all the way into his throat each time. The lion, though, whined and groaned as he broke free and jammed his cock into Matt's throat, blowing his load and crying out in a roar.
Matt clenched and pulsed his throat around the tip, jabbing himself with Chris's barbs as he swallowed every last bit of the load before pulling back. The ottercoon fell back onto his rump and stared at Chris, who fell limp onto the floor, panting deeply.
Matt looked the lion over, barely catching his breath as he stood up, "I...I...I don't know what to say other than..." He wiped his muzzle, "Don't hate me for this in the morning." Matt stumbled back, unable to take his eyes off the lion as he ran out of the room.
In a matter of seconds, he slid into his bedroom, tenting painfully. There, on his bed, he found Sirrus wrestling and chewing on his plushy, and ran over to the dragon pulling his muzzle up to look him in the eye, "You still wanna' play, Sirr?"
"Play!" Sirrus smiled wide, and then tilted his head as he noticed the new smell on his master, "You smell like the big yellow cat!"
Matt coughed, "Yeah..." But, no interest in talking at the moment, he just kissed Sirrus quickly as he climbed clumsily onto the bed.
~ Fan Art of this chapter by Emerald Cistern: http://www.sofurry.com/view/341153 ~
There we go! The soap opera, Forbidden, continues!!
* Starring: F. R. Borealis as Eric Matthew Cameron and Alexander Collin Moen Cecil B. North as Christophen Phillip Eden Sirrus and Jasyn Aiden Fuller *
Cecil was a writer here as well, back in the Yiffstar days. If you want to check out the stuff he wrote back then, go ahead and look him up. His username on here is: Cecil_88
Say hello to our newest cast member, Chris, everyone! You didn't think we'd have over 50 chapters and only the four characters, did you? Of course not! So where do things go from here? Is Chris gay? Or just a little too friendly when he's drunk? Does Matt have a new playmate? A potential boyfriend even? Or is this only setting the stage for more, good, old-fashioned, furry drama? Only time will tell. And, of course, we can't forget about Alex and Jasyn. Seems pretty clear, now, what Matt had to say to Mrs. Moen, but what happened after Matt dropped the boys off? What's next for them, and what's to become of Peter?
Tune in next time for one of the shortest chapters of the series! I'll title it "Forbidden Chapter 12," but, to be fair, it's more like the epilogue for chapter 11. Don't judge it too harshly on it's size. That would just be cruel.
Anyway, thanks for reading!
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