A Rainy Day
"You're a hungry little slut, aren't you?"
Allan removed his thumb from my mouth and smeared the saliva on my cheek. My face burned with humiliation, hot already from his words. As Allan tightened his grip around my waist, I whimpered as he ground his hips against my rear, trying my hardest to stifle the moan that threatened what little integrity I had left. I braced myself, my hands clenching to the timber wolf's chest fur, as he positioned me above his massive shaft. His flesh met mine, and as the pressure against my tailhole started to build, I found myself pressing down. I wanted it in me. "Please...." I whined.
Allan was a jerk, though. He entered into me at a tortuously slow pace, and when I would press down, he would lift me right back up. "No, we're doing this my way," he said with a toothy grin, and I pulled my ears back in defeat, thankful that my hair drooped over my eyes. My member twitched with anticipation, a slick sheen pooling at its tip, growing with each inch that the wolf slid into me. My heart raced, and try as I might, I couldn't stop that faltering whine from slipping out again. "Don't worry, we'll get you full soon enough."
A full minute had passed before Allan let me sit comfortably, my legs straddling his hips, his cock buried deep inside of me. I took deep breaths; no matter how often he fucked me, it was hard to get used to something so big. Allan pressed my lolling tongue into my mouth with his thumb, and I started suckling on it again, but he pulled his thumb away just as I started to enjoy myself. "Just making sure you're still wet," he said with a smirk.
"W-why?" I said pleadingly, but Allan responded by bucking his hips up, and I just couldn't stop the squeal that slipped out. I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut as he started to piston up into me, but in the end, I couldn't hold out, and I started moaning and gasping with each thrust. My member, taunt and needy, begged for attention, but it was all I could do to keep myself from totally losing myself.
"So, when's my turn coming up, boss?" a voice said, and my heart just about stopped. My grip on Allan's chest tightened so much that he cuffed me on the ear. Leaning against the desk, the german shepard dog from the front desk watched us with sly grin, wearing nothing but a tight muscle shirt. His cock, very distinctly canine unlike Allan's, stood proud and almost as large as the wolf's, and Brandon stroked it lightly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Allan give a quick nod, and so the dog swaggered over, his malehood positioned right in front of my snout.
"But..." I started, but Brandon placed his hand on my head, grabbing hold of one of my horns, and pulled me forward until his cock rubbed against my cheek. I relented, but when I opened my mouth, he pushed in, and it was all I could do to keep my broken tusk from nicking him. Brandon wasn't as thick as Allan was so it was a little bit easier to keep him centered in my muzzle, but he kept thrusting, making it hard to breathe. His scent was just overwhelming, nothing like that fresh smell that Allan always had. It was tough and musky, and I wanted to gag.
"What do you think?" Allan asked, resting one of his arms behind his head. "You," he said, glancing back towards me, "get to riding."
I would've protested if it weren't for the huge dick in my mouth, but the one rational part of my mind noted that I was sandwiched between two guys who were both twice as big as I was. "He has a soft mouth," Brandon said, fucking my mouth with short thrusts. His hand crushed my head, making me tighten around Allan's cock, and I felt myself start to dribble. "Kinda small, though."
"It's the fangs. Just wait until you try his ass."
Brandon pulled his cock from my muzzle, finally giving me a chance to catch my breath, but he pulled my head back, making me cry out. "Hey, look at me," he said in a voice as soft as sandpaper, and I glanced at him from wincing eyes. "You keep being a good boy, and you'll get to take my knot. Bet that gets you all excited, huh?"
A sudden crash sent me bolting up right, heart pounding, and it took a moment for my eyes to focus. The first hints of morning light peaked through my window, giving everything a surreal gray color, and I could hear sheets of rain battering against the house.
I fell back against my pillow and sighed. That's right, I wasn't at the gym, I was at home. That dream, that was from yesterday. Clutching the sheets, I turned and curled into a ball, trying my best to ignore my needy, tingling body. Of course it would still be horny, the traitor. That's what got me into this stupid mess in the first place. I could still feel the remnants of the lube Allan used coating the area around my tailhole. It felt good, and I hated that.
A good ten minutes of tossing and turning passed before I accepted that I just wasn't going to get back to sleep. I debated with myself; a shower to freshen up, or just going as is, and finally, I just slipped out of bed and searched the floor for a pair of pants. I found some old cargos, the legs frayed at the end, and bundled up in my favorite hoodie. After a moment's consideration, I grabbed one of my beanies, just the gray woolen one, and a couple of my wristbands. I glanced at the clock on Benjamin's desk. 6:37... what the heck was I gonna do this early in the morning?
My brother was sound asleep in his own bed, and I felt a weird feeling in my stomach, the same one I'd had every time I even thought about him now. I was happy he was finally getting rest, but it felt like he was just so far away. Maybe I was the one who didn't really understand. My nose started to smart a little bit, but I tried my best to ignore it. I wanted to go over there, maybe rub his head, but he hated that. Even as he slept, his bed was so neat, while mine looked more like a nest, a messy pile of sheets. Everything about his stuff was always so perfect. I guess it made sense.
I left the room feeling like utter crap, and the rest of the house didn't help my mood at all. Everything was dark, gloomy and chilly. I guess I should've been thankful; at least it was a Saturday. There might be a chance I'd actually get to see Mom or Dad today. I stood at the banister, looking down at the living room. I could see the rain falling hard on the patio from the breakfast room window. Though I couldn't really skate when it rained like this, I loved the sound of it. At least, on a normal day, I would.
My meandering took me downstairs into the kitchen, scrounging for food. I wanted eggs, but cooking was out of the question; Mom always yelled at me for forgetting something. Sometimes it was for leaving egg shells out, or maybe it was for not washing out the skillet. I always forgot something, and maybe just once, I'd like to have a day without getting fussed at for something stupid.
"You know what, fuck it..." I mumbled under my breath, an act of useless defiance. I admit it it, I'm a coward. There was no way I was gonna say that where someone could hear me. Last time that happened, Benjamin nailed me in the nose, and I ended up grounded for a week. I shook my head, fighting away the thoughts. I didn't want to think about it.
We keep our pots and pans in a cabinet next to the stove, a jumbled heap of cast iron and stainless steel stacked on top of one another. It didn't help that since it was so early, I couldn't turn the lights on yet. And of course, I could just barely make out the outline of my favorite skillet close to the bottom, underneath a really heavy pan that took both hands to lift. I tugged at the handle of my skillet, trying to work it out from underneath the really heavy pan, but it slipped a bit, and despite my best attempt to stay quiet, the whole tower of cookware tumbled over, causing a whole bunch of loud clattering that made my ears hurt. I fell back, sitting on my bum, just staring at the fallen mess. "Really?" I asked no one in particular.
I'm not very good at getting mad. I wish I were, but every time I feel that fire of rage, something just snuffs it out moments later, and I feel like a fireplace a couple of days after a really cold day. I wanted to kick the skillet, but what would that do other than just make more noise and probably hurt my hoof? I stooped down to clean my mess, stuffing everything back into the cabinet. My taste for eggs was gone, and I really didn't feel like getting yelled at.
My ear twitched; there was this faint sound coming from the other side of the house. My ears were larger than anyone else in the family, even Grandpa's, so I had the best hearing. I crept out of the kitchen, trying to keep my hoofs from clacking on the tile. The sounds were coming from Mom and Dad's room, so if they were awake, they probably would think I was still in the kitchen. As I got closer, the sounds split, one proper and disciplined, the other lethargic and casual. Definitely Mom and Dad talking.
The hallway to their room had this wooden panel that always creaked whenever you stepped on it. I stopped at the corner of the living room before then, next to our aquarium, and pulled off my beanie, tilting my ears forward. "I just want what's best for him..." the proper voice belonging to Mom said. "I don't want my child to get left behind while everyone else succeeds."
"I know, dear, I know. But we have to take into consider...." the casual voice paused for a yawn. "We have to consider that even though they're twins, they're not the same. We were blessed with four beautiful and intelligent children. I think we could trust him to do the right thing."
"But can we? Getting into fights. Vandalism. I don't want him to go to jail." Mom laughed bitterly. "I'm a federal attorney with jurisdiction over felony and civil cases. I fear the day I have to prosecute my own child."
"That's not going to happen, Vickie," Dad said, and they paused for a little bit. I don't know why I stayed there. Jail? I couldn't go to jail. I never wanted to do anything bad, ever! I rested my hand on the aquarium, trying to keep myself from getting upset. "Look, I'm not even certain we've been fair to him."
"What do you mean?"
"We've been treating him like Benjamin, expecting the same things, encouraging them to do the same things, but I think we made a mistake. They're not the same. I wonder if all this stuff is just Oliver acting out."
I hear Mom sigh, but it wasn't that exasperated one she always gave me. It was different; I'd never heard her make it before. "That may be so, but that still doesn't forgive the things that he's done."
"Of course not, but we have to look at how we responded. I went up to the school yesterday, and spoke with his Principal. When have we ever just sat down and talked with Oliver?"
"What do you mean? We're constantly talking to him." No, you're not. You're always yelling at me, I thought bitterly.
"No, I think we're talking -at- him." Go, Dad! "We've never given him a chance to explain himself. With Elizabeth, that was fine. With Guinevere, that's fine. With Benjamin, that's fine. Well, no, I take that back. We shouldn't talk -at- any of them." Just like before, the anger I felt vanished again. I wanted to stay and listen, but for some reason, I just couldn't any more. I moved away from the corner, but my hoof caught on G's backpack that she left next to the sofa. It got tangled up, so I lost my balance and ended up stumbling.
I kicked the backpack away, but now I couldn't hear them talking anymore. My heart started racing, and for some reason, the only thing I could think about was hiding. I did the first thing that came to mind. I pulled my beanie tightly over my head and rushed towards the front door. There was this heavy deadlock that bolted the door shut that always made a loud screeching noise whenever you turned it, but I didn't care. I was already busted, so what was a little more noise? I blundered out into the darkness and just booked it.
When I finally noticed that it was still raining really hard, my house was already out of sight. The sheer stupidity of what I did overcame me, and all I could do was put my hand on my forehead. I totally left the front door unlocked cause I forgot my keys upstairs in my room. I didn't grab my wallet with my lunch money in it, either. I don't know what was more stupid, that I forgot all that stuff, or that I just kept walking after realizing it. God, I was just so stupid, but by now, I just wasn't thinking straight. In hindsight, running away was about the dumbest thing I could do. Everyone would be worried about me, but all I could think about was Mom yelling at me about eavesdropping.
I didn't have a watch and I didn't have a phone, so I didn't really know what time it was. The gray sky had lightened up considerably, so I guess it might have been sometime around seven. The rain soaked through my hoodie and my fur underneath, and I started shivering. It was really cold, even for November, and I could already feel a chill catching my nose. "Way to go, dude..." I muttered to myself. I hate getting wet, so of course it made perfect sense to run out into the pouring rain.
The rain must've started early in the morning because the gutters of the streets pooled with water as they struggled to drain into the sewers. That scene from 'The Mask' flashed through my head where Stanley gets splashed by a passing car. Wouldn't that just be great? I felt kinda like him right now, anyways. I stuck my hands in my pockets and felt something hard. My fingers got tangled up in cords, and I stopped walking a moment to fight with whatever it was. That feeling you get when you're feeling down and something good happens; it's just the best feeling in the world. I found a smile reluctantly spreading across my snout as I finally got my iTouch out. So these were the pants I'd left it in. I turned my back to the rain, shielding the device as my finger played across its screen. "Yes!" I said excitedly, my grin growing wider. It still had power.
Untangling those earbuds was a challenge while keeping the iTouch from falling, but I was so excited now, I totally forgot about the rain. After a couple of minutes, a song started to play, and my smile faltered, but only for a bit. I set the tune to repeat, and stuck the the iTouch back into my pocket. This song was perfect. My hooves started to trot with the beat, and my head started to sway. I hummed with the song, "MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MAD MAD MAD..." and really got into it.
I don't really know how many times the song had repeated when I finally looked up and around at my surroundings. Somehow I'd totally gotten into the neighborhood several streets down from where I lived. These were a bunch of one-story houses a lot lower scale than where I lived, but they were comfortable to me. I knew exactly where I was.
Sani's house was really easy to spot. There was always 'stuff' out in the front yard, whether a pool for the kids to play with or maybe his Dad's grill. They lived in a house that was part of a cul-de-sac, and despite all the stuff that was in the front yard, they still kept it really well maintained. Mom and Dad always hired people to take care of our lawn, but I think Sani and his Dad worked on their's. Sani's house was shaped kinda like a blocky C, so the walkway to the door was covered, shiedling me from the rain. I stepped up to his front door and was about to press the doorbell, when something suddenly hit me. It wasn't even eight; there was no way that they were gonna be awake, and even if they were, no one wants to be bothered this early in the morning.
I sighed and turned around, pulling my earbuds out. I plopped down on the porch, and now that the music wasn't playing, I realized just how cold I was. My clothes were just totally drenched, almost like I'd been pushed into a pool. God, what was I thinking? My nose was really running, and I wiped it with the back of my wet sleeve, so it didn't really help anything. I tried to fight off a sneeze and failed horribly, sneezing maybe for five times before I got control of myself. "Great..." I muttered, shivering. I really only had one choice... head back home through the rain.
Ten minutes, maybe, had passed before I finally summoned the courage to stand, but I'd only take a couple of steps before the front door creaked open. I turned to see Granny Yeo, Sani's grandmother, a short saggy otter with small eyes, but a kind face. Her fur kinda hung on her like a coat, and she wore a traditional hanbok. "Oliver?" she questioned in a heavy accent, squinting. "It's so early!"
"Sorry," I muttered, tapping the walkway with my hoof. "Um, w-"
"Come in, come in, you're soaking wet! You'll catch yourself a cold!" Granny Yeo ushered me in frantically, and I won't say that I wasn't enthusiastic in my obeying. The moment I stepped into their house, I was hit with a plethora of wonderful scents, and even better, warmth. The walls were brown, but covered in different pictures and paintings, and I could see toys and stuff littering the carpet almost wherever you could step. Three little otters, maybe between five and eight years old, were crowded around a big heavy CRT TV as 'Back at the Barnyard' played on Nicktoons. "Mee saw you sitting out there," Granny Yeo was saying, pointing the smallest of the three otters. At the same of her name, Mee turned and waved at me, and I smiled back at her. Mee was Sani's little sister, and I guess the other two were his younger cousins. "Sani's in his room, listening to music. Take some clothes from him before you freeze. Do your parents know you're here?"
"N-no..." I said, holding my arms, my teeth chattering a bit. "I kinda... just left."
Granny Yeo edged closer to me and held my hand. "Well, don't worry. I'll talk with your parents. Feel free to stay as long as you like. You know you're always welcome here."
I nodded my head towards the old otter, grateful. She let me go, and I made my way to Sani's room, following the hallway. His room was the first door on the left, and as I neared it, I could hear music playing, probably blasting from his headset. Sani always played his music loudly. I knocked on the door, and after a moment, I could hear some scrambling around in there before the door unlocked, and the otter stuck his head through. He was wearing his old leather collar. "What the- buck?" he said with a smirk, though I could see he was pretty confused. "Dude, you're soaked! Did you walk here?" He swung the door open so I could come in.
Sani's room was tiny; his bed took up about a third of the floor space, and it was just a full-sized bed. Another quarter was taken up by his entertainment suite, and yet another by his desk and computer. His walls were completely covered by posters from movies, games and bands, some overlapping others. The otter bounced on to his bed, and I collapsed on the floor. His room was even warmer, thanks to his computer being on. "Morning to you, too," I said, pulling off my hoodie.
"Seriously, dude, you're gonna get sick. Why'd you walk here?" My friend started rummaging through the chest of clothes next to his bed, pulling out a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. He tossed them at me.
"I don't know, stupid, I guess?" I kicked away my wet pants and put on the fresh clothes. I was still really cold, but if I inched closer to his computer, it acted like a heater.
"You're not stupid, but you have been acting pretty weird these past couple of months. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, of course." I avoided looking at Sani, and I think that gave it away. I could feel his expression in the air; he wasn't buying it.
"C'mon, spill."
Now I looked at him, and that song I had on repeat came into my mind again. "It... it's just kinda hard to talk about, okay? You wouldn't understand....ouch! Hey!"
Sani had gotten off his bed, moved over to me and had nailed me right in the arm. "Dude, how long have we been friends?" Years, almost as long as I'd been friends with Anise. "I think I would understand."
"But..." I sighed when he held up his paw again. "Fine... I guess... it's really hard for me to put into words without it sounding really stupid. You ever love someone, but you don't really know how to show it? Like, you know if you try, you're just gonna mess it up, or maybe you know you're not supposed to do it?"
"More than you know."
"I just... I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I keep screwing things up."
The otter sat down next to me, his knee bumping against mine. He seemed hesitant, like he was debating something. "And... you're sure it's worth it? I mean, your brother's about to go to college. Other people like you, ya know?"
I felt a blush spread through my cheeks. "How did you know it was Benji?" I asked, pulling my beanie off and letting my hair fall. Sani ran his webbed paw through my hair, and I pressed into it without thinking.
"Remember when you were playing R6V2 with Anise? I was spending the night over there."
"W-what? Y-you mean... you heard, too?"
Sani grinned and slung his arm around my neck. "Yeah, it was pretty cute."
"Goddamnit..." I muttered, pulling my knees up. "You didn't tell anyone, did you?"
"You think I'd do that to you?"
"No, but... why didn't you say anything?"
"I dunno, it wasn't really important at the time. I mean, I'd say something if you were with someone that I thought would hurt you." I rubbed at my nose; it was still really runny, and it kinda stung since it was still a little bit swollen. "Hey, Oliver... is he the one that hit you?"
"I... erm... we got in a fight. It was my fault, though."
"You told me you ran into a pole."
"Sorry...."
"You know I don't care that you didn't tell me the truth. But why would you defend someone who hurt you?"
I licked at my broken tusk. "It was my fault to begin with. I distracted him from studying, so he didn't do well on one of his tests. He didn't get a lot of money thanks to me."
"That's BS, and you know it, dude."
"Huh?" I looked at Sani with surprise. "What do you mean?"
"Your bro's always studying. With as much as he studies, it can't be your fault. A couple of days worth of studying isn't going to make or break him. He probably blamed you just so he didn't have to blame himself."
"But..." Sani gave me a serious look, and I splayed my ears. I twisted my beanie between my fingers, and felt drops of water fall into my lap.
The otter moved behind me, wrapping his arms around me. "We've been friends for a really long time. I'm comfortable around you when I'm not around anyone else. I don't want to see you getting hurt by some jerk, even if he's your brother. I don't know what you've been doing, but I know you're not gonna tell me everything. That's okay, but if you have to be so secretive, don't you think maybe you shouldn't do it at all?"
"Sani..." I didn't want to admit that he was right. It hurt, it really did. Even with Benjamin apologizing to me, he still hadn't come clean with Mom or Dad about hitting me. I didn't want to be mad at him, but I tried really hard to make up for my mistake, and all it got me was a broken heart and a really sore bottom. "I... I gotta think about it...."
Sani nipped at my ear. His sharp little teeth sent shivers down my spine, and only after a moment, I realized my tongue was hanging out. He lapped at the spot with his tongue before whispering into my ear, "Like I said, other people like you, too. You don't have to be afraid."
I leaned back against him, comfortable, that song playing in my mind again. Every verse seemed just right.
"Madness..."