High Tail High Chapter 6: New Thoughts
High Tail High Chapter 6: New Thoughts
- * * Rumors. Depending on where you live, what you look like, how you talk and the way you eat could drastically change with it. Many people are magnetically attracted to rumors, sucking in their life to fill in what little of what's left of it. These small bits of possibly false information is almost always devistating, especially if it's someone one would know personally. However, time passes and these things get over themselves. But will the people involved in the rumor? The light once again grazed over the two boys, whom were now cuddled in bed. David peeked open his blue-green eyes up to the alarm clock, flashing "10:34 A.M." in his face. A soft, almost rumbling murr rolled overhead. Mark's paw slid up and down his side, he silently enjoyed this display of affection before pressing his back up to the wolf's. The paw stopped cautiously. "He probably thought I was sleeping..." David thought, moving his paw to hold Mark's. They were very soft and warm to touch. "Good mornin', babe." He whispered, kissing the ferret's cheek, "Did you sleep well?" "Naturally..." David smiled and streached his legs, yawning. Casual conversation passed the two normally. It was a while before David even realised it was a Sunday, meaning he missed church. Or rather, Burda's growling at him not to act 'so ungentlemenlike here'. If not now, she would later to him. "Shit." "Hm? What's wrong?" David pulled his phone up from the pocket of his pants, which laid on the table, to show 13 missed calls. Seven were from the alpha wolf. With a grumble, David texted Mike that he, "[email protected] w/ Mark 2 l0ng, i sry." The red wolf merely chuckled a bit and got out of the comfortable bed, nude as the day he was born. "Better wash up," Mark said, smirking very playfully as his tail wagged, "And that tail of yours too." The ferret blushed fluently under the light fur, a paw reaching down to rub the flakes of Mark's dried love. "Sh-shut it, woofie!" Cassandra, or Cassie to friends and neighbors, could only be known simply as the word 'angelic'. Being the widow of one, her only son, she slowly was able to cope out of the loss of her husband a year after the incident. When thousands died of the virus. It was only by sheer luck the scientists pulled out of their ass the vaccine to clear out the remaining population by the time he passed. The jackel sighed and bookmarked her place in the book before walking up into the kitchen to make Chad's lunch. It was about this time he'd be waking up anyways. The sun was out at least, Cassie would try to get out and water the flowers. A simple joy she found as a hobby that calmed her down. The warm glow of her smile breeched through the lips as she hummed down the hallway with her son's tray of food. She knocked, murmuring "Chad? Honey...lunch." A deep groan of displeasure came inside, instructing her to leave it out in front of the door. Without a whimper of complaint, she placed it down and started off for her garden. At least it wasn't all too bad, she had her book meeting with the local wives this evening to look forward too. Chad fumbled his paw out of the covers and smacked the clock to turn it about-face. His deep brown eyes glanced to see it was just nearing noontime. The jackel hated Sunday, but mostly because it involved practicing on the football team. With him. Chad blinked and popped both arms and legs before hopping out of the horribly dismayed bed and walking to the dresser. His room was much like any others, a landmine of differant colored clothes, straps and suits on the floor. If he wasn't a jackel here, he surely was a rat in some other lifetime. The next ten minutes was spent gathering 'clean' clothes and tossing them on before scooping the tray of food outside his door and feasting on it with vigor. He, after all, would need the energy to shout at his other teammates. A deep, passionate grin curled on his muzzle before growling, "Oh what a beatiful morning..." David stood behind the very same bleechers he kissed Mark under, his 'zero grounds'. Until recently he was thinking that he'd best not come out to his family or friends. Something might come of it he wouldn't like at all. Besides, he had a good while to sway the plans on how to even talk about it to them. After a few minutes, the ferret sighed boredly and sat down on the soft green grasses. The light paw ran around the blades as he thought about when he went back home to talk to Mike and Burda. They found it slightly shocking that he was spending so much time away from home nowadays, but didn't go much farther then pressing. Before he could think, David found his paws curled up in a ball laid on his lap. He blinked curiously down at the paws and chuckled. "Since when am I that twitchy?" "FAG!" David's head jerked forward, legs scrambling to a stand. His chest pounded as he was Chad and his friends round the corner. Fear jutted up his spine; a corrosive burning sensation falling deep in the pit of his stomach. "Yeah, I was talkin' to you!" He called tauntingly. Before David could turn tail and run away as fast as furrily possible, his back was slammed back into the icy cold stell of the bleechers. Chad's lackies held both of his arms to pin him. Those dark brown eyes glazed over David, a paw running up to cup his chin. David noticed that at this time, he was scared shitless. "What do you wah-ahHH!" Chad pulled the paw up to firmly grip his blonde hair. Tears slowly formed from the pain as the ferret's head rattled against the bar with a dull, 'duh-uhhnngg'. "Don't you speak to me like that, queer." He growled, "You and that wolf are gonna get what you deserve very soon." His hot breath rolled over David's neck like a overflowing mist. Slowly, the three lessened their painful prig and walked away with smug faces. David continued to shake until he got ahold of himself. Small drops of blood ran down his truffle of blonde headfur. Slowly, the light ferret gathered the remainder of his strength up to stand and limp over to the local bathroom to clean himself off. The mirror was cracked in one-too-many places. Water randomly dripped from the ceiling and the light flickered dimly to show the one stall and urinal. David was sobbing to himself, head hung low as the blood continued to drip down his forehead, off his chin, and into the small sink below. He gagged at the coppery-metal smell so close to his nose and held onto his muzzle with both paws. Everything was happening to quick to cope with. "I'm straight, I'm gay, new place, new friends...new..." He sniffed and rubbed his forehead, smearing it in red. "New pain...god...what do I do...?" The question rung out in the small square-like containment. He did, indeed, love Mark and all his sweet, almost charming, words. But he had never had a relationship before, far from normal as well, one with a guy. So many things were growling up deep inside him. Questions, answers and emotions, it made him want to throw up. His paw was now semi-soaked with the blood from his hair, but he could already tell the bleeding was slowing down. The blue-green eyes slowly looked up to the cracked mirror. So many lines, so many differant faces. It was like an example almost, from above, to show him something. David stared blankly in thought at the mirror. Slowly, he touched it with one paw and drug around the cracks. "I-if...these are the problems...they all lead to one..." He stopped at where the split was made, looked to be from a rock. "One problem...Chad, and power...I'm weak, being pushed around so much. And all I do is cry..." He whispered now, ruffling the headfur with his right paw. The bleeding had stopped. "It's time to change." Mark moaned, his muzzle filled with ferret dick. Smear drops of pre ran along the outside lines of his white muzzle. From behind, David's soft wet tongue ran around the red wolf's hot tailhole. The hot passionate growl rumbled onto his cock, making it throb in the wolf's hungry maw. Both men's deep musk penetrated their noses, driving them to sweat and pant for each other's love. Mark pulled off, coughing slightly before smirking back to David. The ferret winked and nuzzled the wolf's heavy sack. In one deep roar, his knot pulled out of the white sheath and coated David's stomach thick with his wolf cum. Rope after rope of the white gold stuck onto his fur as he drove the wolf forward more and more. Mark panted out a string of swears and love for David as his climax slowly drew to it's end. The wolf, for his size and surprising 'plush', was well hung over six inches with great girth around his knot. "Sh-...shit..." He murred, fluffy red and white tail wagging limply. David licked his lips from the mixed tastes. The ferret shifted up and nuzzled the wolf's rimmed ass, making Mark go stiff. He giggled and slapped the rear before rolling to hold his lover chest-to-chest. The auburn eyes gleamed happily down to him before noticing the small red stains on his head. "David...?" "Yeah?" "Why's your fur..." He dipped his finger onto the sore spot, making him wince. David's eyes shifted up to see his, before looking downword from the grave look. A deep head rowsed itself up into his throat, lodging just above the knot. Words couldn't express what he flet to say to Mark, but what came out was, "I-I tripped..." He swollowed, the dry rubbed feeling still caught in his adam's apple. "You tripped..." "Ye-yeah. Fell right into the bleachers, 'n hit my head." The ferret pulled his paw up to run his fingers through the dried blood-blonde headfur. Mark sighed, holding him closer. "Your a bad lier, Davy." "No! Seriously, I-" "Why wasn't there a stain?" The wolf asked, a growl forming at his lips. "I-I washed it off." "David, tell me the truth!" His comforting warm breath vanished into anger, "Who hit you?!" The wolf's strong paws grappled David's biceps, strangling the muscles and blocking off some circulation to them. Fear started jetting up to rouse deep inside his chest, he had never heard or seen this side of the red wolf. "L-let go Mark." "Tell me, David!" He spat, squeezing his hold on him. "Let GO!" With surprising accuracy and force, David's white paw shot up and struck squarely into Mark's chin. HIs eyes grew wide in shock as much as David's did. A soft tug easily brought David's arms back to his side. Just as the wolf was recovering, however, the ferret was out of the bed and getting dressed. Thunderclaps of his heart raced and racked in his chest, the feeling of the wolf's glare rolling around his back with it's icy touch. His bloodcurdling howl could be heard down the stree, on pace with David's shoes rapping against the concrete toward home. ~Author Note~ So yeah, after a few months of life and family problems, I was able to finish this and chapter 7's pre-write. I'm sorry it's taking so long, but the only reason I continued doing this is because -some- furs actually enjoy the series...to my awe. Heh, alright the next one is soon. Till then. XOXO ~ Breeze