Middle Child Syndrome.
"JUST SHUT THE HELL UP, AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" Tye yelled at the top of his voice, so loud that he felt as if the mere power of his yelling ripped his throat in half, as he slammed the door in his sister's face.
"YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR, YOU LITTLE SHIT, OR I'LL CALL MOM!"
"CALL HER, BITCH!"
Tye heard Beatrice kick the door, and stomp off dialing their mother's work. Tye
honestly didn't care if she called.
Tye savagely puched another crater, among others, into his bedroom wall out of sheer anger.
Some people told Tye he had anger issues, but he never was provoked more often than by his family.
Tye was the middle child, "A death sentence from conception," as he had called it, and he definetly suffered from it. To him, middle child syndrome should be a clynical disease, it was so bad. He often comtemplated ways to escape or end his suffering, ranging from suicide to running away, but he didn't know exactly WHAT to do, which almost frustrated him more for his imcompetence.
Beatrice was the oldest, she was attending a university to be "A Beauty Expertise," as she had answered him once upon a time in bitchy tones.
She went on pompously to say,"Which means riches and fame will be mine!"
"Ugh, how...IDIOTIC," Tye thought.
"But," she added with noticeable malice in her voice, "That's more than YOU will
ever have." she concluded nastily, turning and stomping away.
Tye didn't get the big whoop behind being an estiticion, all he knew was that it
ment neither riches nor fame for her.
Lee was the youngest, and of course, the most spoiled. That child got anything and everything
his little, black heart desired. Lee would tell on Tye to his mother, but seemed to exaggerate
any problem, making it ten times worse when it reached his mother, which always ment more trouble for Tye, due to Lee's compulsive lying.
And, of course, there was Tye, the middle kid, usually the one taking the butt of every situation,
forgotten, and/or blamed for anything and everything that went wrong. The sixteen year-old lion
never got a break from his family, there was always someone that had "Fuck With Tye" on their agenda for the day, and he grew tired of the stress and anger that sometimes made him pull out his red mane in pawfulls
Tye lay on his bed, back to the door, blaring music so loud he didn't sense anyone in the room till he heard the loud roar of instrumental rock music turning down and ceasing existense
"Tye, I've had just one to many complaints about you from your siblings-"
"That's fucking-"
"LET ME FINISH!" came his mother's angry voice, cutting Tye's sentence like his had cut hers.
Tye remained silent as she closed her eyes for a moment as she seemed to be thinking or attempting to calm down, but he wasn't sure, but finally, she took a deep breath.
"I don't want to do this," she said in a low voice, her long lashes still concealing her furious feline eyes, "but I'm calling your father, your going to go live with him."
"I'll fuckin' slit my THROAT before I go within 100 fucking miles of him!" Tye threatened, already holding his switch blade, open and ready, just daring her to react.
"No you won't."
"Try ME!" he snapped at her.
"You wouldn't-"
"YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!" he yelled back at her, pressing the blade against his
furry neck as time progressed between them shouting.
"I'll NEVER go to live with that sick FUCK, DO YOU HEAR ME, NEVER!"
For the first time, he noticed tears in his mother's eyes.
"I love you, Tye, I -"
"Don't fucking lye to me!" Tye started shouting agian, "If anyone LOVED me, maybe I would be treated like I have feelings!"
"It's not that way!" she said , pleading with him.
"The HELL it's not, it's just that everyone, even you," he said, his voice growing louder, "wants me to be miserable, and, fucking christ, I'll swear that the whole thing is definetly about being the middle kid!"
"No, It's not!"
"Then why do you love them MORE?!" he screached on the last word, loving every minute of letting his anger out on someone.
At that, his mother started crying, for real, and left the room, closing the door begind her with a swish of her long tail.
At that moment, Tye knew, he wasn't putting up with this anymore. He grabbed his back pack, stuck his switch blade, a few shirts and jeans, an extra pair of shoes, and his toothbrush into his bag. He took the zipper forcefully into his paw and zipped it roughly. He then put another pair of shoes on, and grabbed a black jacket with technicolor blocks on the front (one thing that had good memories
for him.), and crossed the room to his window.
Tye turned around, paw on the light switch, saying goodbye to his safe haven, the one place he almost always came to when he needed to be alone, the only thing that counted in his life.
Tearing his tawny eyes away, he shut the light switch off, and opened the window, causing a nippy September wind to blow throughout the room. He climbed out quickly and shut the glass...
A few hours later, Tye was still driving on an endless road in the middle of nowhere, about 275 miles away from home, and very tired.
He yawned, slapping the side of his muzzle to stay awake, wondering if the trees on either side would break soon. Tye started to doze for a moment, but woke up just in time to see a tree just feet in front of him, having drifted off the road. He panicked, swerving, and ended up spinning out, flying head long toward another tree. Time itself froze for Tye as he spun out of control and slammed into the oak.
Tye felt himself lift out of the driver's seat and fly through the shattered windshield. His body collided with the tree's trunk with a crunch, and rebounded off, landing awkwardly into a bush full of thorns.
He layed there, unable to move, almost positive he would die, and wished he would. Tye never knew pain like this. His vision started spinning, and, just before he lost conscousness, he saw a rough shape of someone before him, looking down at him, bending to examine his aching body, then his sight went black, and he felt no pain.
Tye's dreams were haunted, full of angry people, and shouting; all things he preferred to stay in the past, not to relive them now in his darkest hour. Then his demented dreams started to cease, there was only light. It was above him. He floated in the dark,cold belly of the ocean, and the light was skyward. He started kicking, his red mane dancing behind his head as he flailed upward in a frenzy, he wanted to touch the light. It had been to long... He was so close,yet so far. Surely he would make it soon, he wanted it badly. The light was above. He broke the surface....
Tye sat bolt upright. Shocked that he was still alive, he took stock of his surroundings, a fancy looking bedroom with a large bookshelf with many familiar titles contained in its shelves, and a lamp, the only source of lighting inside of the room. The walls were painted bright blue, and to top it off, the bed he was in was unbelievably big, and unbelievably comfortable, with a white blanket and sheets.
On the bedpost was hanging some clothes, a bathrobe, shirt, and some silky looking boxer briefs, and that's when he realized he was stripped naked.
He poked his head under the covers, and found himself bandaged in several places, his arm was stitched from his paw to his elbow, and he was pretty sore.
Surprised yet again that he hadn't sustained more injuries than he had, he gingerly slipped his paws onto the floor, and walked carefully to the clothes left for him, and put them on with a little difficulty..
He wondered who had the generosity to help when he so desperatly needed it, even dressing his wounds and stitching his mangled arm. He decided to investigate his whereabouts.
Upon leaving the room he woke up in, he came to a long, darkened hallway. He suddenly wondered how long he had been sleeping and what time it was. He knew it must be either late night, or early morning, because the house seemed deserted. As Tye crept down another staircase, he thought whoever it was must have some money, due to the size of the place.
Turning another corner, he found a room lit up, with the smell of burning wood, like from a fireplace. He slowed down, and crept up to the door, and decided to take a peek.
There were a few squishy looking arm chairs, alot of books, and (indeed) a fireplace with a dwindling stack of logs, and a wolf reading by the light, a fairly thick volume by his perspective. As Tye tried deciding on what to say, the wolf turned around and saw him, framed in the doorway, and he grinned.
"I'm glad your awake!" the wolf said enthusiastically, standing up.
Tye definetly knew this guy was a little different from your ordinary possible millionaire mansion owner who stayed up late filling his head with literature.
He only wore a bathrobe, hanging open, exposing the wolf's large furry sheath and tennis-ball sized nuts, his grey fur looking longer around his genitals. He was quite tall, alot taller than Tye was by about a foot, and he was muscular, with protruding abs and chest muscles.
Tye started getting hard, and hoped the wolf wouldn't notice. The last thing he wanted was the stranger's kindness repayed with his uninvited guest getting horny with him. That would cross the line, he was sure.
The next thing he knew, the wolf had walked up and hugged him, his large grey furred sheath pressed against Tye's own hard package.
"Oh."
The wolf backed up, feeling Tye's erection. Tye felt embarrassedand started to apologize, but the wolf held up a paw, and slid his bathrobe off, letting it drop to the floor, exposing his grey, furry body.
Tye noticed the pink tip poked out of the wolf's furry sheath.
The lion, his logic losing out to lust, started to strip, attempted anyway, his injuries hindering him.
The wolf walked over, and grabbed the shirt, and simply ripped it off of his torso, exposing his vivid mane, a think line of long red fur stretching from his chest to his pulsating cock, the veins sticking out against his throbbing 10 inch dick.
"I don't want you to hurt yourself worse than you already are, so let me do take it from here!" the wolf said, winking at Tye.
He led Tye to a long couch against a wall, and the wolf sat.
"Come on!" he growled, drooling and panting from excitement.
Tye sat carefully on his lap, and the wolf adjusted him a little bit. He felt the hard tip of the wolf's dick on his tailhole, and he spread out, leaving him easier access.
The wolf sunk his head in, and he began panting heavier. Tye moaned with pleasure as he began sliding more and more of his meat inside of his anus, his wide gerth also rubbing his prostate now.
They both made alot of noise, Tye groaning thanks and pleasure to the wolf as he started rocking his hips into Tye's ass, starting to form a rhythm. The wolf reached a paw around, and started working Tye's hard shaft, pre dripping onto the wolf's paw.
Tye's moans grew in volume as the wolf's cock grew hot inside of him, his dick filled all possible space, rubbing his prostate even more with his thick length, while the wolf's paw worked furiously on Tye's 10 inches of blood pumped meat.
The wolf's knot formed in Tye's ass, and Tye knew he would soon climax. He closed his eyes and moaned and growled along with the wolf, as he began to gain some speed.
"How does my dick feel inside of you?" the wolf breathed, "I'm *pant* not hurting you, am I?"
"Of course not!" Tye moaned, thinking the wolf's consideration was sweet.
Tye felt as if he would explode, trying to hold his orgasm in for as long as possible.
Then, the wolf howled, releasing his load of seed into Tye. Tye roared as he splattered his chest and the floor with his cum, finally letting it fly. Tye kept flooding seed as he released all of his pent up desire. The wolf was also only still in mid-orgasm. All in all, it felt nothing short of amazing. The plentiful amount of the wolf's cum swished around in his belly, but the wolf's shaft was so thick it acted
like a cork, keeping it all in, and he like the way it felt.
After a few minutes, the wolf's erection went down a bit, enough to pull out, seed gushing out after it onto the couch. It was alot more than Tye had thought would come out.
They both licked the mess up, enjoying the mixed tange of their juices mixed together, now everywhere from the couch, the floor, the wall, and themselves.
After slurping up the cum, they lay down together on the damp couch, arms around each other, and they fell asleep, the fire in the grate burning even brighter.