Oral Con-tract: Awakening of Sense
#3 of Oral Con-tract
Disclaimer:
This story was written to appease one of my fouler moods.
This chapter may contain abuse, science-fiction, fantasy, sex, forms of
sexual foreplay that are less than savory to purists, and other things.
If you can't handle these materials, Consider this your fair warning.
Save your breath on flaming me for it - It's not that hard for me to
procmail away the flames.
Foreword:
The main character was originally intended to be me. I was in a
"I HATE ME!!" kinda groove. It went from heavy abuse to something else.
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And now...
Awakening of Sense
"Huh, where am I..." Sully awakened, mumbling. He was groggy and confused as he rubbed his eyes, sitting up in bed. He felt an arm wrapped around his waist, with someone snuggling into him. He looked over, blinking, as he saw a sleeping leopard, hugging close to him, almost shivering.
"Jarn..." Sully spoke, almost quietly. The leopard opened his eyes in response to his name. His eyes were red and puffy, as if he had been crying. Sully laid back down, holding the big cat to him, whispering, "What's wrong, Jarn?"
Jarn couldn't suppress a sniffle as he spoke, butting his head against the fox's chest, nuzzling the fur gently there. "I'm sorry, Sully, I'm so sorry. I keep hurting you all the time, just like I did before you turned me in. I don't know how to express this feeling I have..." He cried softly, hugging the fox tightly, shivering in fear.
Sully held the leopard to him, rocking gently, shushing the sniffling creature as he stroked his back. "Jarn, I know it's how you are. Just try to relax some, and not act all mighty sometimes. It really does help. Believe me on this, please." Sully's claws gently raked through the leopard's fur as he stroked him. Slowly, the leopard's shivering disappeared, his tear-filled eyes drying up slightly.
Sully murmured softly as he soothed the feline, rocking gently. "Mm, Jarn... you wanted to talk to me about those other seven days, yes?"
Jarn, forgetting about his upset mood, almost instantly brightened up at mention of this. "Yes, I did." He smiled softly as he continued. "But, you might want to eat. You haven't eaten yet, and I can hear your stomach growl, cutie." The leopard giggled softly as he nuzzled the fox's chest, a grin hidden amongst the soft fur.
Sully laughed softly, stroking Jarn slowly. "Quite true, Jarn. Whatever happened to my breakfast?"
"Well, it's more like evening, and dinner time. How about we have dinner in bed? My treat," Jarn purred softly, as he nuzzled the fox, just feeling content.
Sully giggled, and said, "Sure, but what's for dinner?"
Jarn scritched the fox gently, and said, "What would you like? I can pretty much order it, and have it here in 5 or 10 minutes. And I do mean anything, just for you, foxy."
Sully rolled the thought around in his head for a moment, and then said, "I remember reading about some food on Terra when I was on the G-Net. Is that excluded?"
Jarn giggled, purring. "Nope. Anything," he said, his body curling around the fox's body.
"Well, then," Sully murmured, "I'd like to try out the 'Chicken Teriyaki with soba noodles', hon."
"You heard the fox, gentlemen. Get him his food, and get me an order, as well, okay," Jarn spoke quietly into the medallion on the silver chain around his neck.
The fox and leopard cuddled each other until there was a scratching at the door. "Sir, we have the food," the familiar voice of Nightwing said through the door.
"Bring it in, because my fox is starving!" Jarn spoke sharply, almost glaring at the door.
The door opened, with the bat pushing a silver food cart in. On top of the cart were two silver plate covers, an assortment of silverware, two champagne glasses, and a silver bucket. In the bucket, an iced bottle of champagne sat, chilling in the dim light of the room.
Jarn and Sully sat up in bed, looking at the bat as he trundled across the room.
The chiropteran pushed the cart next to Jarn, and pulled out a lap tray, placing it over Jarn's lap deftly. He repeated this action with the fox, working as fast as he could, aware of the silent glare Jarn was giving him.
Nightwing placed the two covered plates in front of them, and put silverware next to each one. He placed a champagne glass on each tray, and put the bucket of champagne on the nightstand, next to Jarn, to allow him to pour it at his leisure.
"Sirs, I present to you Chicken Teriyaki, with Soba Noodles." Nightwing uncovered the plates with a flourish, steam rising from the plates overflowing with the brownish noodles and orange-brown chicken. "The chicken has a slightly sweet taste to it, which is caused by the cooking process. The noodles have a firm texture, as well."
"Thank you, Nightwing," Sully spoke first, and looked at Jarn. He cleared his throat to get Jarn's attention, as he continued, "You're excused, sir. We'll call if we need anything else."
Nightwing took the moment's distraction of Jarn as the opportunity to make his egress from the room, swiftly taking the cart with him.
"Why..." Jarn began, but was cut off by Sully.
"It wasn't entirely his fault this morning. He just wanted to drink my urine. It's not his fault that it turned me on as I obliged him. Therefore, whatever punishment or torture you've got planned, forget it, please, Jarn."
"He disobeyed my orders. He was supposed to bathe you this morning," Jarn spoke, almost icily. "Normally, I kill for disobedience on that scale, but... for you, I will let it slide. I will, however, still need to punish him, to remind him who is in charge."
Sully nodded, and quietly picked a piece of chicken from Jarn's plate. As Jarn opened his mouth to speak again, Sully popped the chicken into the leopard's mouth, with a soft giggle. Jarn, startled, could only chew.
"Mm, this is quite good," Jarn said quietly, after finishing the piece of chicken.
They fed each other pieces of chicken and noodles, nestled together under the covers. Jarn took a noodle, placing an end in the fox's mouth, and the other in his own. They sucked the noodle into their mouths until it ended in a kiss. Jarn burst out into fits of laughter as they broke the kiss.
"What's so funny, dear," Sully said, curious as to the big cat's joviality.
Through giggles, Jarn spoke, "Don't you remember that one Terran movie we watched together, with the two dogs in the alleyway, eating spaghetti, and they kissed, just like this, love?"
Sully crackled with laughter as he remembered the movie, hugging the big cat to him. "Yeah, I remember that movie quite well!"
Jarn nuzzled the fox, purring quietly, slowly becoming absorbed in thought, his mind filled with memories of the past. Sully stroked the purring feline, smoothing the golden fur gently.
"Sully?"
"Yes, Jarn?"
"I love you."
Sully blushed, the insides of his ears deepening their shell pink hue, as he nuzzled the leopard, speechless. Jarn looked up into the fox's eyes, and giggled softly, noticing the blush.
"Sully, about those other seven days," Jarn began, "I just wanted to have you with me those days, too. After then, you could stay with me under your own free will, or you could go out and do whatever you wanted. I just, well, wanted to be the first to possibly..." Jarn broke off, blushing a bit.
"Have me as a female, Jarn?" Sully smirked a bit as he spoke, scritching the big cat's head gently. "I think I could manage that." The fox's stomach growled and snarled, still not sated with the amount of food he ate.
Jarn nearly rolled off the bed with laughter as he heard the vicious sounds of the fox's stomach. "Wow, foxy is still hungry, eh?" The fox nodded, blushing a bit. "Well, how about dessert, then? Shouldn't try to eat too much regular food at the moment, since you're recovering - I don't want to see you bent over the latrine at midnight, heaving up all of what you've eaten... although I'd not mind seeing you bent over, with your tail raised." Jarn winked as someone knocked on the door.
"Sounds like dessert may have just arrived, foxy. Come in," Jarn addressed the door.
The door opened, and a tall vixen walked through. She was very shapely, as the clinging earth-tone dress she wore showed to the two gentle furs. "Good evening, Master Jarn. Good evening, sir fox," she spoke politely, a subtle, yet unidentifiable accent on her alto voice. Her sea green eyes blinked slowly, the color standing out in comparison to her milk chocolate colored fur. Her boots were the shade of chocolate, the ends of them blending in with the lighter shade of brown along her arms and legs. Her head fur was slightly darker than her normal fur, and was neatly braided, the braids reaching her middle back.
"Good evening, Lady Mina," Jarn said to her, smiling a bit. "Might I inquire as to the reason you have graced us with your presence?"
"Aye, sir. I came to personally inform you that the cook will be delayed in regards to your dessert. It appears that a few of your guards swiped the original, earlier. Due to your dessert's nature, it'll take another half-hour to finish, unfortunately," She spoke nervously, grabbing her paws, squeezing them idly.
"And so they sent you, knowing that I won't hurt you, dear lady, to inform me, it seems."
Mina could only nod, hoping her luck held up.
"Mina, please inform the cook that I'd like to speak to him personally, once he finishes the dessert. After that, consider yourself off-duty for the rest of the night. Relax, have some fun, and get some rest. I'll see you in the morning, okay, dear?"
"But, sir," She began.
"No buts, Mina. I don't mind if you haven't finished sorting those files, or haven't received a response from Dr. Wayzata in regards to the genetic surgery. You do more than you really have to, and it shows. You deserve a break. Please, enjoy yourself this evening, or I'll extend it to two days off, to make sure you get a break." Jarn stopped, pondering for a second, then spoke again, "In fact, you've got the next two days off. Let your lazy assistant get off her tail for a while and do something. Feel free to come back here when the cook comes, if you'd like. I had asked him to prepare an extra dessert for you, earlier. That, or I can have it delivered to you in your room..."
Mina nodded, blushing a little as she spoke. "Aye, sir. I shall go relay your message to the cook now, sir." She curtsied, and exited the room, the door closing quietly behind her.
"Is the cook in trouble, as well, Jarn?" Sully murmured quietly, snuggling with Jarn.
"Yes, Nightwing is in trouble again, Sully. I bet he was gobbling cock when the guards were gobbling cake," Jarn said, tiredly.
"Jarn, have you considered possibly letting Nightwing have a big old orgy to get some of the sex out of his system? I think it'd do him some good, considering how wound up he seems from my observations. I mean, what with him getting a load out of me, and at least one other today, despite his duties..." Sully said quietly, his voice trailing off.
"Hmm... Sounds like a rather decent idea, actually, Sully... Maybe we could get a few of the bigger guards tanked up on some beer before, and watch the little bat swell and pop as he tries to drink it all..." Jarn's voice turned to a soft purring murmur as he thought.
Jarn's contemplations were interrupted by a faint scratching at the door.
"Come in, Nightwing," Sully said as he stroked the leopard's back.
Nightwing opened the door, a covered tray on his cart as he walked in. He pushed his cart to the bed, and removed the finished plates from the lap trays of the fox and leopard. Quietly, he spoke, "I apologize for the delay." He took the new covered tray from his cart, holding it carefully with one arm, his other claw reaching to the covered top.
"Sirs, I present to you," Nightwing spoke quietly, "New York style cheesecake, topped with semi-sweet chocolate flakes." He uncovered the tray to reveal three plates with a very large slice on each. Placing the tray cover on his cart to free a claw, he placed a plate in front of each fur, adding a dessert fork to each plate in one deft motion.
"If I may ask, sir, who shall receive this third slice," Nightwing said.
A soft knocking was heard at the door.
To be continued.