Time's Death Chapter 2: He Left No Trace
This is the second chapter to my story "Time's Death". It would be VERY helpful if you read chapter 1 before you read this chapter, but if you just want to read the yiff, go ahead. It has lots of mystery, mystique, action, young yiff and whatnot.
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Time's Death
Chapter 2: He Left No Trace
4-11-05
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Apollo was in his bedroom 12 years ago. It was up stairs and down the hall to the right across from Romilda's room. It was painted an odd shade of white that was blue tinted and had transparent white curtains that would flow freely with the wind. His bed had white sheets and covers and was made up properly. He sat there on his bed, a child of 14 years old. He was sipping a glass of orange juice while studying from his algebra book. His room seemed a bit sterile. It had clean cut lines, light colors, the sheets on his bed were starched and crisp. It smelled as though his entire room had just come out of the dryer. The walls were blank, no posters or pictures. There was a desk in front of him, opposite the door, but he preferred to sit on his bed.
The light filtered trough the curtains as the warm breeze from the spring air came in. It was about 5 o-clock when the phone rang downstairs in the living room. Apollo's ears perked up. His mother answered it. It was for Apollo. He ran downstairs to get the cordless phone and ran back upstairs. His bushy tail swished back and fourth as he ran. He was not allowed to have a phone in his room or a tv. He was allowed to have a radio though. His parents were kind of strict. His mother stressed cleanliness and his father stressed discipline. Together they made the perfect son and daughter, or so they thought.
"Hello?" Apollo answered the phone. It was a friend from school, Nwoye. He was a Siberian Husky who was in 3 or 4 of Apollo's classes. They often hung out together, when Apollo was allowed. Nwoye asked if he could come over so they could study together. Apollo put him and hold and went downstairs to ask his father who was sitting in the livingroom watching the news.
With the phone in his paw, Apollo dashed down the stairs and into the living room. The living room had a lot more flavor to it than Apollo's room. It was a large and spacious room with a light golden color on three of the walls. On the fourth wall, the wall that the front door was on, was flat white and glossy gold checkerboard. In the large living room was a set of nice expensive hand made couches. They faced each other with a table in between. Two large chairs faced big screen tv against a wall with an entertainment center. There were splashed of color throughout the living room. Red flowers, a set of three paintings of a meadow with hills and a small primitive village, a marble statue, an antique Asian vase, and authentic Persian rug hanging on the wall. On another wall was a display case filled with various artifacts and nick- knacks from other countries.
The light in this room was immense. It filtered in from a wall almost all window that was in a space that divided the kitchen from the living room. Apollo and his sister were rarely allowed to be in the living room for fear of breaking something. His father was sitting at one of the chairs facing the tv. Apollo approached his father.
"Dad, could I have a friend over for a little while to study?" he asked meekly. His father turned around, his strong muscles in his chest flexed. He looked his son up and down. Apollo's father had glasses which he peered over to see his son clearly.
"No." His father said simply then turned back around in the chair. Apollo sighed.
"But dad, we must study together for algebra and science!" Apollo said in a slightly higher tone of voice. .
"Look son, If I ever hear you whine like that again, I'll beat you!" His father said. Apollo was slightly shocked by his father's unkind words. He never threatened him for something as little as a slight change in tone. Apollo cleared his voice and said,
"Look father," Apollo said with a little more bass in his voice a lot more dominance, "We must study at least twice a week."
"That a boy! You have to talk like that more often, but not to me of course. As your father I must teach you to be a man and I've been doing a damn great job of it so far. You just need to check your tone. A man never begs, he demands. Now look, son, if I let your little friend come over I bet not ever see anything lower than a 'A' on your report card!" His father said seriously but had a slight smile on his lupine muzzle. Apollo smiled and went back up stairs. He told Nwoye to come over.
Nwoye came over with his book bag on. Apollo's father let him in ad guided him to Apollo's room. Nwoye had been there before but Apollo's father didn't trust anyone he didn't know to walk around in his house.
Nwoye and Apollo talked for a few minutes about the things happening in school that week then quickly started studying. They sat at Apollo's desk and did the long homework assignment together. The two had finished rather quickly and they decided to re-read the chapter to make sure they understood everything. With their muzzles buried in their algebra books, the studied in silence. It had started to get dark and Apollo's mother called them down for dinner.
She cooked a roast, baked potatoes, broccoli, home made rolls and for desert they had cherry pie. While at the table, Apollo's mother asked about how they were doing in school and when the next PTA meeting was going to be held. Romilda was 13 years old at the time. She just sat and ate in silence, watching the invited guess as he spoke about school and grades and other things of that sort.
After dinner, the family went downstairs in the basement to play a few games of pool since they had recently bought a new pool table but Apollo and Nwoye went back up stairs to study their English. They continued in silence like they were before, Apollo at the desk and Nwoye sitting on the bed. After a while, Nwoye would peek up above his book at Apollo when he though he wasn't paying attention. He did it several times, looking at Apollo's face and muzzle and ears and teeth and chest and grey fur and paws and fine clothes.
"What?" Apollo asked with a smirk on his muzzle.
"Nothing. . . nothing." Nwoye said shaking his head. "It's just that the words seem to be blurring on the page. Could . . . could we share a book? Like you read one page and I'll read another?"
Apollo thought nothing of it and agreed that it was a good idea. He stood up and went over to his bed with the crisp starched sheets where Nwoye was sitting. The room was lit by a small lamp over on the desk. Apollo picked up the book and began to read a page from the English book. Nwoye slowly moved closer to him as he was reading. He pretended that he was reading along as Apollo read but he wasn't. He was only admiring Apollo's blue eyes, thinking to himself,
"Apollo is a really unique guy. His fur is . . . strange, yet perfect. A reddish tented grey. . . he always smells like fresh linen and his fur is always so soft and so clean." he thought as he sniffed Apollo's fur lightly. Apollo's words started to fade away to the background. "He is so nice and . . . and clean and neat. He is the only freshmen I know who wears pressed slacks, a crisp business shirt and tie everyday even though we don't have to wear uniforms at our school. He's like . . . a completely different breed of wolf! He's as sexy as a fox, but can be as dominate as a wolf. . . I want to touch him! But what will he think?" Nwoye thought to himself.
"Hey Apollo." Nwoye said interrupting his reading. "We have been friends for a long time now, right?"
"Uh, yeah. Since like the beginning of middle school." Apollo said.
"And . . . I remember one day last year when you asked me, who did I like better: Laura or Tamara and I didn't respond . . . remember?" Apollo nodded.
"Yeah, I remember that. It was the day they both asked you out when we graduated to high school, you lucky dog! . . . Why did you turn them both down? You would have had a date for that weekend. Instead, you decided to hang out with me." Apollo asked.
"Yeah. That's because . . ." Nwoye trailed off at the end.
"Because of what?"
"Because . . . because I liked you more, Apollo." Nwoye said softly. Apollo sat still for a moment. He didn't really know what to think. People don't really say things like that to him.
". . . you like me . . . more than them?" Apollo asked softly to the husky on his bed. Nwoye had his head down almost in shame.
"I like you more than you even know. I want to be with you. Every since I first met you . . . I wanted to . . . kiss you." The husky said embarrassed. The fur on his face turned slightly red. Nwoye stood up and was about to go. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." he walked slowly to the door.
". . . I couldn't think of anyone else I would want to kiss . . . but you. . . Nwoye." Apollo said. The husky stopped and turned around. Apollo stood up and walked closer to him. Nwoye wrapped his paws around Apollo's waist. Apollo wrapped his around Nwoye's. They pulled each other close until they were muzzle to muzzle, chest to chest. Apollo could feel Nwoye's fast heat beat against his chest. Nwoye's cock was hard since they first sat next to each other and so was Apollo's. They pressed their lips together and kissed. Their tongue dancing across each other sharing a breath. They held the kiss for as long as they could. Something scraped against the door and they parted quickly, but no one came in.
Nwoye ran his paws against Apollo's crisp pressed shirt and unbuttoned it while Apollo licked the husky's head fur. Apollo quickly too off his shirt, took off his belt and unzipped his pants instinctively. Even though he had never done this before, he knew what to do. He slid off the husky's shirt and Nwoye took off he jeans. They kissed each other deeply again, not knowing what was to come next. Apollo pressed his paws against the husky's soft fur. They finally broke the kiss and the husky looked down at the wolf's hard cock, his know was already starting to form.
The husky licked the side of Apollo's muzzle then down to his neck and then his chest. He then gently grabbed the wolf's ball sack and massaged it softly. Nwoye then got down on his knees and before Apollo could say anything, the put his cock into his muzzle and began sucking it while massaging his balls. The Husky's warm moist muzzle took Apollo by surprise. This was an entirely new sensation for him. The husky's tongue moved all over the wolf's cock. Small jets of pre cum sprayed out each time he reached the tip of his cock. Apollo put his paws on Nwoye's head as he bobbed up and down his length.
Apollo backed up a little and sat down on the bed. Nwoye never let his cock out of his muzzle. Apollo leaned back on the bed while the husky bobbed up and down while on his knees. The pleasure was intense. Nwoye swallowed every drop of his friend's pre cum as it squirted out from his tip. It tasted good to the dog.
Apollo moaned as Nwoye squeezed his knot hard as he could as he sucked on the opening at the tip of his cock. Nwoye's cock was dripping pre all over the front of Apollo's bed. He reached down and started stroking it fast and hard as he sucked on his best friends's cock. Apollo started to buck his hips, pushing his hard cock deep into the husky's throat.
"I'm . . . I'm . . ."Apollo tied to say in between moans. "I'm going to explode!" The wolf finally said as his muscles tensed up and he shoved his 7 inch lupine cock into his friend's muzzle as deep as it could go and unloaded his seed down his throat. The first blast went down Nwoye's throat and caught him off guard. The second strong blast filled his muzzle and before he could swallow it, another load jetted out of the tip of his friend's cock and into his muzzle. It spilled out of his muzzle and down his chin to the floor. He never took the cock out of his paws. Another strong spray of cum spilled out and covered Nwoye's face in hot, sticky, white wolf cum, then another and another.
Nwoye swallowed the load in his muzzle and put the spurting cock back into his muzzle and caught the last few weak squirts and swallowed them quickly. Then, through all of the excitement, he erupted into a fountain of cum all over the side of Apollo's bed. It came out quickly and thickly and ran to the floor into a puddle by Apollo's feet. Apollo was exhausted, but he sat up anyway. After he licked up the last drops, Nwoye joined Apollo on the bed and they enjoyed another sweet kiss. Apollo licked his friend's muzzle clean of the load that he sprayed on him. It tasted good to both of the 14 year old boys. Apollo noticed that his feet were wet and looked down to see that it was in a puddle of Nwoye's sweet cum.
Neither of the boys noticed it, but while Apollo climaxed, small things in the room began to shake and lift off the ground or table that it was on. Apollo's fur became a light orange and his eyes became orbs of crystal blue with no whites. As soon as he stopped cumming, he reverted back to his original frame.
Apollo leaned against the husky and they kissed again. Nwoye was still had a few drops of cum squirting out onto Apollo's balls and cock and bed. Apollo leaned down and sucked the tip of his friend's cock and go a few squirts of cum on his muzzle. He licked it off.
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That night, Apollo's father drove Nwoye home. He didn't live too far. When they got home, Apollo's mother inspected his room to make sure that was clean. She immediately noticed the smell of cum and found out what Apollo and Nwoye had been doing. His little sister, Romilda was sent to the basement and Apollo got a sound beating that night.
The next day, Apollo's father apologized to him. His father was always striving to be the best father that he could . . . at the time. He fully accepted his son to be gay and allowed them to see each other, but if he ever got his room that dirty again his mother promised to break his arms off and beat him with them. She gave him the bleach and other cleaning solvents and put him on a 'Clean Punishment'.
A 'Clean Punishment' was when Apollo or his sister had to do the chores of the house for a month by their mother's strict standards. She often wore white gloves and she would touch everything in the house to see if it had been cleaned good enough. She also gave Apollo the iron and the ironing board. Ironing was the hardest part of a "Clean Punishment'. Apollo had to iron everything cloth in the house including curtains, sheets and bed spreads in everyone's room.
To Apollo, it was worth it all to find the love of his life and to be accepted for his discussion. He came up to his father as a man and said that night,
"Father, I love this man and I WILL spend my time with him weather you like it or not!" His father was filled with both pride and anger, but was mostly proud that his son took a stand for something he belied in. . .
This was before the change. Before Apollo's parents started to . . . lose it.
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The last day of Apollo's 'Clean Punishment' was over. He went up to his room and sat down on his bed. He thought about his time with Nwoye and started to get hard. This time he noticed something as he body became warmer than usual, then he couldn't breathe! He fell to the floor, gasping for air, clinching the carpet on the floor. He was suddenly able to breathe again and stood up, but then it felt like he was hit with a ton of bricks to his chest. He fell back down and was out like a light.
His mother and father heard him fall to the ground. His little sister Romilda was over a friends house. They ran up to his room and were afraid to open the door. They heard unusual growling and rumbling like thunder. Apollo's father opened the door. Apollo was suspended in the air surrounded by a whirlwind of uncontrollable power. Everything in the room was revolving around Apollo who was still unconscious. His head was facing straight up and his arms pointing out. He had changed physically as well. His fur was turning a deep shade of orange and more fluffed out. His eyes had no whites to them, they were just crystal blue orbs in his head. His teeth became longer and sharper in his muzzle. His paws had sharper claws. The tips of his ears were the same color as his eyes.
The lights in the house started to dim. His parents suddenly became weak and Apollo's mother fell to the floor. His father used all the strength he had to push his way into the whirlwind. He was knocked back to the wall in the hallway. He got up and ran to his room a quickly came back with a book. He opened it and then looked at his son suspended in mid air, seemingly possessed by some devil.
". . . A Blue . . ." Apollo's father said. He quickly turned to page in the book in his paws. He then recited a few lines: "************************************" [what Apollo's father said cannot be known at this chapter of the story]
There was a clap of thunder and suddenly Apollo fell to the floor, fully conscious. Everything that was revolving around him in a whirlwind fell to the ground. The lights came back on and Apollo's mother regained her strength. His parents ran over to him, but when Apollo saw his mother, there was another burst of energy. The fallen items in the room went back to their rightful place as though nothing had happened at all. Books went back onto the bookcase, the bed got back into order, the white curtains returned over the windows, his desk turned back over and everything was put back in place. Then everything went silent again . . .
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"I swear I don't know what happened!"
Apollo only said that he was thinking about Nwoye, which was true, but they didn't believe him.
"Just think son! Think back to yesterday! What did you do?" His father said.
"I don't know!" Apollo cried. His parents investigated him to end for months.
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Two Years Later . . .
"He did what we have tried to do for decades! He must know something we don't!" Apollo's mother said.
"Of course he does! He's just not telling us!" His father said.
"For all this time, we have asked him and he refused to tell us! Even Romilda won't tell us. According to the book, only one male and one female will be born of a fox and wolf on the same day, not as twins, and will be cursed to be Were. That means that she knows of the powers too. They must be working together for some reason to keep this knowledge away from us." Apollo's mother said.
"I hid all of the books from them, there is no way either of them could learn of their full potential. We know all there is to know about the were curse but the one thing we don't know is how to induce it's power ad Apollo did."
"We have only once choice, once and for all . . . you know what we have to do." Apollo's mother said.
"Are u sure you want to do that to your own son? That was our last resort to find out their secret."
"After all we have done to obtain this power, all of the experiments, all of the blood transfusions, all of the lost children . . ." Apollo's mother had lost three children before they were born. Apollo and Romilda were the only two that survived and Apollo made it his duty to keep his little sister safe. "I am ready . . . to do anything!"
"This Saturday then." His father said.
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The Day Apollo Died
"Tell us what you did that day, Apollo!" His father yelled. They were in the middle of the woods far away from the city. The sun had not risen yet.
"I tell you, I do not know!!!" Apollo pleaded. His father hit him on the top of his head with the bolt rifle in his paws. He fell to the ground.
"Tell us! Tell us now or I swear to goodness, we will shoot you where you stand!" His mother said. At this point the both of them were power hungry, jealous, and greedy. It had gotten the best of them over the last two years since Apollo's incident in his room. To come so close in their search for power and to be denied, they couldn't accept the fact their son was able to do in less than 5 years what they were trying to do for 40 years.
In truth, Apollo had no idea what was going on. He wasn't even conscious when it happened to him. After the first few months of his parent's constant questioning, he went to his uncle on his father's side. He gave him an old book and told him to never open it until he was 16 and 7 months and to bury it until then. He made him promise. Apollo's 16th birthday was 6 months ago. He knew nothing about what his parent's were talking about.
"I'm giving you one more chance son! Answer me! What did you do! I'm counting to 5!" his mother said. His father had the bolt rifle to the back of his head. "1 . . . 2 . . ."
Apollo's mind went blank. He told them everything he knew. He just shook his head. "This isn't happening!" he thought to himself!
"3 . . . 4. . ."
"I don't know, I don't know!" Apollo yelled! Apollo's father looked to his wife, a fox. She shook her head and looked down.
". . . 5. . ." Apollo's mind went blank. His survival instincts came in and he pushed his father out of the way and ran blindly through the dark woods. His paws were tied together. Apollo's father shot blindly into the darkness several times with the rifle. He heard something fall. He and his wife ran to the sound and since there was no light, they only felt the two holes in the chest and left him in the woods for dead. It was actually a deer in the wrong place and the wrong time. Apollo had gotten away, never to be seen again.
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The day the world went crazy: Revisited
"I think mom's gone crazy, dad."
"No she's not crazy! Now stop saying things about your mother, you little brat!"
". . . Mom told me to get out of the house."
"And yet you are still here!" Romilda's father said angrily. He took off his belt and beat her with it. He then drug her upstair to her room and told her to pack her bags. Romilda was 14. Apollo had been gone for 2 weeks. She cried as she packed her bags . . .
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"They told everyone you had died and that there was a small funeral with just mom and dad, no one else was invited. When they got back from the small burial, we packed our bags and moved to a different town that same day. . . what happened to you, Apollo? Why come I never saw you again?" Romilda said.
The end of chapter 2
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