Forever
I guess I forgot to write an introduction last time. My name is Sixsiga, this story was based off one of my characters when I was running a chatroom in DeviantArt called AnthroBar. I hope you enjoy the story and I adore how the ending came together.
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The age of twilight grows more slender by every passing moment. Lover gaze upon such a sight in awe of its beauty and how much it reminds them of their love. Children gaze into the slowly ending sunlight curious in wonder about what's out there, and where does it all end. The pink and purple horizon is a symbol of peace and solitude.
One of the gazers watched by himself from a bell tower in a small city by the shore. He has been watching the sun go down for the past few years of his life, always alone and always in a deep silence with his muzzle laid on his crossed arm resting on his knees.
His fur was grey as stone giving a dullness to his appearance although in some places the fur was lighter than normal. The loose, ragged pair of pants matched his pale blue-grey eyes in the since of his poverty. Finally the roughness in his eyes suggested the cigarette in his mouth hasn't been his first nor his only type of drug. His age was a young fourteen even though his mind is lost in its own age.
The embers at the end of his cigarette butt dropped down between his feet soon followed by a quick spit and as the rest of the cigarette disappeared into the alleyway near by, the cloud of smoke once skewed his view of the horizon finally floated away like they never existed.
The colors faded away giving way to slowly darkening blue with white specks everywhere. The grey cloud hung in the air only slightly getting affected by the breeze rolling through the town bringing the smell of the ocean to this young man's nose. A quickly sniff of the air made him close his eyes and want to drift away from his bell tower.
His mind doesn't get far when a call of his name came from below. "Vincent! Get your young ass down here!"
Vincent opened his eyes and sighed before calling back. "Okay, Matt." He stood up gently brushing himself off before sliding down the ropes inside the tower.
Upon reaching the bottom he is greeted by everyday life in this gang he is stuck in. Prostitutes laying on people in various sexual positions sometimes doing drugs but with a constant degree of moaning from the prostitutes and the buyers alike.
Everyone seemed to be high or drunk, there was hardly a sober person there nor a person with their clothes still completely on. Vincent strolled between the many men, woman, and occasionally hermaphrodite having sex with each other getting stoned or drunk to find Matt at a pool tables with his pants down and a nude hermaphrodite sucking his shaft.
"What the hell do you want Matt? You know very well by now I hate it when you drag me away from my time alone." He lean against the pool table playing with the balls of Matt's game.
Matt struck one more ball before turning his attention to Vincent. "Oh chill, asshole. I want you to go on a little robbing trip for me tonight." He petted the herm as he talked to Vincent, he also took the pot he was smoking from his lips and passed it to Vincent.
Vincent would have denied his offer of the pot but the nicotine running in his blood made him crave and smoked it heavily. He puffed out a bit of smoke before replying. "Robbing again? Why me Matt? Why should I do it anyways?"
"Because you are my best at robbing since you're the smallest." He suddenly moans heavily and ejaculated into the herm's muzzle but couldn't take it all let the semen dribble onto her chin and breast. "God stupid bitch, I came in the middle of a conversation!" Matt then slapped her sending her to the ground. "Anyways Vin, it's the same thing you always get. You get sex, drugs, time off. Here take this one for your sex right now, she's . . . . it's all yours."
He crossed his arms. "I don't want you damn whores, not after you used it." But before he knew it, his pants were already being undone by the herm and being pushed back onto the pool table.
Matt watched as the cum soaked herm rubbed her wet chest against Vincent's and licked his nipple play with his shaft as the herm's shaft goes hard. "Vin, I want you to go the mansion over by the lighthouse, go in and see what of any value to take."
Vincent blushed up hating when he got horny like this and nods at Matt as Vincent's phallus went hard. Matt took his pot back from Vincent's fingers and stood back to watch.
The herm began to work magic. S/he pushed her pussy onto his cock and began masturbating his/her cock slowly pumping up and down on Vincent's shaft. Vincent closed his eyes letting out a small peep of a moan.
Matt still smiled watching Vincent try to reject the pleasure. Vincent fingers suddenly grasp the green fiber of the pool table and let out a heavy moaned as white fluids seeped out from the herm's pussy. S/he moaned as well from the pleasure of Vincent's warm semen but s/he wasn't ready to finish up now, s/he continued to ride Vincent's penis still masturbating his/herself.
Matt leaned over to Vincent and blew smoke into his weary eyes. "You got until morning, Vinny." He patted him on the head and grabbed another prostitute and dragged her to his room. Matt made a comment about how Vincent had ejaculated earily but he didn't hear it. The herm on Vincent moaned and finally ejaculated his/her semen onto his chest.
The herm was in a small pant moaning lightly as she got off Vincent and started licking his chest but Vincent just turned his head to the side and sighed. "I hate you, Matt. I fuckin hate you."
Nevertheless, Vincent left the abandoned church to do his job. He strolled down the empty street slowly swaying his tail, a sign he was thinking. The brick streets house home to other prostitutes and a few nocturnal animals searching for food. The gothic style housing seemed ghostly from their dark colors and lack of light in the windows.
Vincent soon passed another gang's base, a small apartment complex. A few lights were on but it didn't too active to Vincent. The gang Vincent was in was one of the more powerful ones of this city. Altogether, there were about four major gangs, Vincent's ranked third. But there were many smaller gangs that not man people pay attention to. These one can be the most dangerous since information isn't keep updated on them.
Vincent could finally see the shore when he realized that he was being followed. He heard two pairs of footsteps slowly getting closer to him. Vincent stopped placing his hand on his weapon: a five shot revolver. It may be one bullet short of a normal revolver but its power makes up for that.
Vincent withdrew it keeping it hidden and dashed forward only to hear the footsteps speed up with him. Vincent ran down the hill thinking of a quick efficient plan.
He spotted an alleyway and dashed into it turning around and crouching low as he skid to a stop putting his gun in front of him cocked and ready. However, the moments it took them to catch up seemed like hours until finally one jumping in front of the alleyway looking in carrying a basic tommy gun. He was human which wasn't too rare just uncommon. Mostly the city is populated by anthros but lately there have been a few more human moving in. Aside from the extreme prejudice, they made themselves and became popular with gangs as they brought in many new weapons.
Vincent took his shot, his gun jerked heavily as it hit the human in the head sending him collapsing to the ground dead. The shot rang in his ears and almost seemed to echo through the quiet midnight air. He continue to hold his position thinking the other one would be stupid enough to go to his friend.
This turned out not to be the case as he heard a battle cry from above! Vincent jerked his head up to see a racoon jumping from the top of the building down at him with a knife in his hand. Vincent jerked his heavy gun around but by then it was too late.
The swift racoon kicked his hand sending his gun flying and swiped at Vincent with his knife. Luckily, he was still trying to regain his stamina from the jump and missed.
Down his gun, Vincent was in trouble. He wasn't completely experienced in hand-to-hand combat but knew he had to try. He grabbed the racoon's arm trying to make him dropped the knife.
The racoon was resistant and got away from his grasp and swift again this time barely catching Vincent's leg. Vincent screech and kicked the racoon in the crotch and ran off trying to get his gun fear pumping through his blood.
He grabbed the gun and turned around trying to shot the racoon screaming at him. "Die biotch!" He shot once but hit the wall next to the wall. Then he shot again as the racoon tried running at him this time hitting near his foot. Vincent's fear made his heart pound, he didn't want to die, he was scared of death.
The panicked fear in the racoon's eyes was obvious as well. He didn't like this as much as Vincent did. He was in a struggle to survive against Vincent a game with only one winner.
The racoon finally got into the light of the lamppost seeing Vincent's face for once which shocked him. Seeing how young he was and how scared he look left him open for that one second which Vincent took.
The racoon grabbed his gut dropping the knife and fell down to the ground. Vincent's hands were shaky as he lowered his gun looking at the two bodies laid there bleeding hot blood onto the sidewalk. Vincent never got used to killing from the first time he did it when he was high to now.
A person calling out "what the hell?" alerted Vincent that people started looking out their windows to see what was happening. Vincent ran off.
He finally reached the shore greeted by horrible sand castle creations slowly crumbling from the rising tide. The sound of the waves calmed him as he walked down the beach to the lighthouse where he saw the mansion he was suppose to rob that night. He knew nothing about the owners but knowing Matt it was probably humans.
The mansion seemed bigger once he had reached it. The building stood three stories tall but was enormous. At least a hundred people could live in this thing with lots of space to spare. The house also had the best view of the horizon.
He noticed a light was still on in a second story room probably a bedroom. He walked around the corner of the house just in case the one who had the light on decided to peer outside. Glancing through the windows of the first level, he saw a large table with chairs lined along it, his guess was a dining table.
He spotted on of those vine growing items which to a thief was like a ladder from the owner. Vincent started to climb up it to the second level. Peering into the window he saw it was a bedroom and decided it was probably the best place to start. He opened the window and slipped in.
The bed looked freshly made with lamps on night tables on each side. Pictures hung on the walls of human people mostly black and white photos. Vincent searched through drawers to find nothing worth while and crept over to the door opening it and walking into the hallway slyly.
He saw the room that created the glow from outside. It was slightly cracked open and Vincent wondered who it might be. He stayed close to the walls as much as possible careful not to hit squeaky spots on the oak floors. Hiding behind plants and various pieces of furniture, which he wondered why they were in the hallway, he reached the room and peeked in.
It was fairly obvious a female lived in this room, it was full of various female items including lace around the bottom of the bed. He barely saw the closet and noticed all the dresses. But overall he noticed that no one was inside. He thought about leaving this room alone when he notice a silver brush. He thought to himself how that would go good on the black market and slowly crept in making sure the owner wasn't there.
He handles the brush gently feeling its cool metal against his fingers. He then began to search the drawers of the cabinet the brush was laying on. A few drawers down he hit the jackpot. Bracelets, rings, necklaces, earrings of various precious metals sometime engraved with gems filled the drawer. Vincent pulled out a bag from his pocket and started dumping the drawer into the bag pleased with his find.
He walked back to the door and just as he was about to grabbed the doorknob he heard footsteps. He realized the person lived in this room was probably coming back and hid behind the door dropping his bag and pulling out his gun. He had one shot left and didn't bring more ammo. He knew he had to do this right or else he might not be able to get out of here.
The door slowly opened and Vincent jump forward grabbing the unknowing hostage. He close his eye as he did so putting his hand of her mouth but realized it was a muzzle and griped it shut instead. He opened his eyes to see wavy orange hair and red fur. He realized he was holding a young female red fox hostage.
She was dress in a bath towel around her chest concealing her young breast. She must have been the same age of Vincent. She squirmed but got the message not to move when the barrel of Vincent's gun pressed against her side.
There was a moment of silence as Vincent thought what to say until finally bringing word to his tongue. "I-I don't want to hurt you . . . if you d-don't scream I'll let you go and won't hurt you, okay?"
She nodded briskly slightly shaking. Vincent slowly pulled his gun away from her and slowly let go of her muzzle as she moved to her bed grabbing her sheet for cover of her body finally looking at him.
Her eyes were a gold amber color and very gentle but currently covered with fear. "W-what are you going to do to me?" Vincent got the impressed she thought he was going to rape her.
Vincent put his gun back into his pants and picked up his bag over his shoulder. "Nothing I was just leaving."
Before he could walk out she rushed forward closing the door and holding a knife she probably got from under her pillow and placed it against his throat. She was trembling but probably had the guts to cut his throat if she had to. "You are not going anywhere." She reach forward grabbing his gun from his pants and throwing it onto her bed. "Drop the bag and start talking."
She pulled up a chair for him and she back away to her bed obvious wanting to keep distance. Vincent started to explain himself calming trying to keep calm, during his explanation she seemed to get calmer as well and smiled slightly. "So you're here to rob my house?"
Vincent nodded. "Yes, and I took you're jewels from your drawer and your brush."
She smiled again. "You can take my jewels but can I at least have my brush back?"
He cocked his head to side in confusion. "What . . . did you just say I could run off with your stuff?"
She put her knife back under her pillow. "Yeah go ahead and take it, I hate those things expect my brush. I was going to turn you in but you seem like a good guy underneath."
Vincent blushed lightly and reach into his bag giving her back her brush. "But why?"
"Because I hate my 'parents', they aren't even my real parents I was adopted into a human family. So what's your name anyways?"
"I'm called Vincent, I was adopted into the gang from birth. My fake father said he found me on the street and took me in."
"Oh, how sad. My name is Catherine." She gave a soft smile that almost warmed Vincent on the inside then she continued. "Well you ought to be running off you have your money."
Vincent picked up his bag and took a thought. "Can I come back to see you again?" He suddenly realized what he said and blushed deeply.
She shrugged. "Sure. I've never had a real good friend before."
His heart pounded suddenly realized he liked her, he had never had this kind of feeling before. The closest thing was the sex he has with the prostitutes at the base. "I'm sorry, I need to go." He rushed out embarrassed going to the room he got in from.
She followed as he start climbing out and grabbed his arm. "Wait."
He looked into her eyes just know his ears were probably pink and noticed she looked embarrassed. "You have beautiful eyes, Vincent." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"I . . . ugh . . ." He was about to return the favor when his legs went like jelly losing his gripped and fell straight to the ground.
"Oh my god, are you alright?" She was very concerned as her heart raced. Vincent gave a small groan and a thumbs up even though it hurt.
She sighed. "When will you be back?"
He got up slowly trying not the hurt his back more than he should. "Tomorrow on the beach sound good?"
She nodded at him. "Sounds good, I'll wait for you at noon just below the lighthouse." Waving goodbye she closed the window and went to her room happier than she could ever be. It seemed wrong to like a thief like he was but she got a sense that he was okay.
Vincent strolled home happily even though his back hurt. He just couldn't stop thinking about her and that kiss. He had been kissed before by the many prostitutes in his life but that small peck on the cheek was different.
He let himself into a daze as he walked to the base. Matt was waiting out front wagging his tail slowly and playing with a knife. "What do you got, Vin?"
Vincent didn't notice him and kept walking day dreaming. "Vin?" Again no respond from Vincent then Matt realized something was up and put his hand out and stopped him. Vincent snapped back into reality.
"Oh, Matt." He set down his bag opening the top for him showing the items he had.
Matt suddenly forgot about Vincent's strange behavior. "Ah, very good, Vin."
Matt searched through the items his tail swaying pleasantly. Vincent interrupted his joy. "So can I take the next few days off?"
Matt stared up at him in thought. "Fine you got two days off then--"
"Three." Vincent interrupted. Matt became slightly agitated at him.
"Fine, three days. But when you get back I expect you to do a really big job."
Vincent flew his hands up into the air as a defense against Matt's irritation. "Okay fine. I'll be back in three day let me just refill." He walked inside to get more bullets for his gun and small pack of drugs since he had been craving them since he got out of Catherine's house.
After a small night's rest Vincent found himself walking on the beach. Many kids where playing with one another not having a care in the world. Hulky men and sexy vixens lay quietly on beach towels soaking up the rays of the warm sun. The sand was soft between his toes as he paced along quietly trying to hide his weapon so not to scare off people.
A beach ball pounced up to his feet. As he picked it up a few kids came up to him.
"Uh, that's mine." The little boy was probably nine years old maybe less and he and his friends stared in awe of Vincent's condition of living.
"Oh don't worry I'll give it back." Vincent juggled the ball between his hands as a little girl came up a bit closer.
"Sir," she started. "What happened to you? Why do you look that way?"
Vincent sighed handing her the ball gently making a fake smile. "Something really bad happened to me, something you don't want to happen to you."
They all seem in awe of such a thing could happen like that. The little girl continued. "Are you okay?"
Vincent shook his head. "No, I never am okay."
"What happened to you?"
Vincent patted his hand on her head. "Drugs. Don't ask your parents, just know it's a really bad thing and you might end up looking like me or worse."
The children nodded probably thinking about how horrible they would look too. They ran off to contemplate the word "drugs" then went to playing with the ball when they got bored of not knowing.
Vincent continued his stroll finally spotting a red vixen at the end of the shore where nobody was. She was in a yellow beach dress holding a umbrella.
"Hey Catherine." Vincent came to a stop a feet away from her as she smiles at him.
"Hey Vincent, I've been thinking about you."
Vincent heart pounded can't believing she just said that then she continued. "I've been thinking, you need new clothes and a bath because you smell horrible and need something better than torn rags."
Vincent's heart sunk thinking to himself. "That's what she meant by thinking about me." It seemed disappointing but at least he was with her today, that's what mattered.
She started walking. "Come on let's walk on the beach, I know where there is a good tailor and a nice public bath."
"But I don't have any money." He paced along side her.
"Nonsense, I'm paying for you. So how long have you had those pants?" She looked back at him as they passed the children Vincent meet earlier.
"Probably four months or so."
She frowned. "How long has it been since you took a bath?"
Vincent thought about that question. "Uh, when was the last time it rained?"
She put her hand on her head. "No wonder you smell like rotten fish."
Vincent soon followed by putting his hand on his head with a sigh. She had no idea why he smelled like that, it wasn't because of the dirt and grim it was from the sex at the base.
"So tell me, Vincent. How does your story go?"
"Well, you already know when I was born I was adopted into a gang. A few year went by suffering through the smoke and drugs of them. I was probably about six or seven years old and I was raped for the first time."
She was in astonishment. "By who?"
Vincent continued. "My father, I think he was drunk or something but he made do stuff with him. I didn't get it until later on. After that I was raped a lot. By my father, prostitutes, and finally herms."
She gulped. "There are herms in the city?" She almost couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Yeah there are quite a few actually. They actually hide well. That was about the time I got addicted to drugs."
"You've been addicted to drugs since you were seven? That's horrible!"
"I know it is. So what's yours?"
They finally started turn up from the beach into a street.
"I was adopted at ten and basically I've been kept in my household as a rich sex toy for my mother and father."
"Holy crap, why didn't you run away?"
"I did, they just send cops after me and find me, then they punish me with whips and then the do me. Why didn't you run away?"
"I did many times but then I realized that my addiction for drugs was so high I couldn't stand being away from it."
They came a stop outside a shop as she finished up. "That really blows, Vincent. We must two of a kind."
Vincent chuckled. "Except you're rich."
"True, let's go in." She closed her umbrella and walked inside the store. A badger greeted them.
"Oh, hello there, how may I help you?"
Vincent was already looking at all the fabrics scattered throughout the store and various already designed clothes. Catherine continued, "He needs new pants think you can help?"
The badger looked Vincent's ragged body over. "Sure just need a few measurements. So what kind of fabric do you want?"
The badger took measurements of his hips and his legs. Vincent shrugged looking at Catherine for help.
"Let's get him kakhi color, probably a strong fabric and make it baggy."
"Okay, you've got a twenty-eight waist and thirty legs but I'll give you a thirty-two legs for room and comfort."
Vincent had no clue what he was saying and just nodded. The badger walked into the back taking Catherine's money. "I'm jealous Vincent, you're skinny as hell."
"I don't eat much probably one decent meal a day."
"Well then after the bath I'll take you out for dinner, how does that sound?"
He blushed a bit. "Uh, sure why not."
The badger returned giving Catherine the pants. "You two have a nice day." He strolled into the back again as Catherine and Vincent walked outside.
They chatted a bit as they walked down the street reaching a public bath house. Vincent glanced inside notice the many people there.
"You sure you want to do this?"
"Don't worry, just go to an empty corner."
Vincent sighed and went in discarding his clothes and get a towel. He actually did find and empty corner in the large tile bathhouse and settle down into the warm water. He noticed a bit of dirt washing off and his fur slightly lighter, nothing new to him, every time he got out in the rain it did that. He laid back and relaxed looking at all the people. Some had towels wrapped around themselves like how Vincent did other were just naked.
Vincent laid his head back and noticed Catherine walking up to him wrapped in a towel herself. Vincent about jumped.
She laughed at him. "I thought I join you and clean you off. She set down a bucket with soap and shampoo in it then dipped herself into the water next to him. She grabbed the soap and started working on his arm, Vincent felt embarrassed.
"Oh wow . . . you didn't tell me this." Vincent had no idea what she was talking about and looked to see his arm was a crisp white like freshly fallen snow in a winter wonderland.
"I didn't know I was white." Which truthfully he didn't.
She started cleaning of his arms, his legs, his tail and his torso coming to the face finally avoiding his personal areas. She grabbed the bucket filling it with water and dumped it on his head. All the sludge seemed to rinse away and he sat there, his fur completely white except for his black hair which Catherine started on.
"I must say you look better in white." She fingered through his hair scrubbing his scalp.
"I guess I do." He started working on whatever places she missed. He suddenly large quanity of his trouble just rinse away, he was actually happy right then and he started to murr.
"Enjoying yourself?" She had just finished his hair and was rinsing it as Vincent notice his went still with his hands on his crotch. He blushed. "Oh . . . um yeah."
She smiled and sat down next to him. "Now what?"
He looked around only seeing naked people. "I dunno."
"So how do you feel now that you are clean?"
He laid back and sighed. "Much better actually I don't feel like I'm Vincent anymore."
She gave a sweet smile. "So let's give you a new name."
Vincent took that comment lightly at first and laughed at her but then it dawned on him that she was serious. He took a second thought about it. His second look surprised him, he thought that would be a good idea. He never really cared for the name his father gave him just because it reminded him too much of the gang, so if he changed his name it would probably make him feel better.
"Alright, what to?"
She put her elbow on her knee after crossing her legs and her chin on her fist. She was in deep thought for a moment and blankly replied. "I don't know."
Vincent looked up into the sky thinking himself. "Well, I would like something that's unique, something that would mak me different from everyone else." His mind was blank, he wasn't good with names at all.
The silence between them grew as the constant chatter between other people and children filled in the gap. Catherine finally broke the silence in a near whisper.
"Six . . . siga"
Vincent turned to her wasn't sure what he heard at all. "Huh?"
"What about Sixsiga?" She looked back curious to see how he would respond to the awkward name.
Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Where did that name come from? The sky?"
She looked at her feet just beneath the soapy water. "Actually, yes. I was just sitting her thinking and that name just came out of nearwhere, it was creepy at first I thought you whispered it in my ear."
Now, Vincent was curious. It eerie enough to him that things just come out of nothing but if she claimed someone whispered it in her ear it was just plain creepy to him.
"What a weird name . . . I kinda like it."
She turned her head quickly. "Really?"
"Yeah why not?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it neat." He could tell she was still slightly creeped on where it came from.
He turned to meet her gaze and held his hand out. "Hello, my name is Sixsiga."
She smiled and shook his hand, his grip was tight but yet warm. "I'm Catherine, pleasure to meet you Sixsiga."
Sixsiga smiled warmly. "Let's go back to the beach, shall we?"
She nodded. "Yes, lets."
They both got out and went to go change. Sixsiga looked in his spot where he put his clothes, he saw his old pants still as ragged and torn as ever and right next to it was his new pants. He completely ignored his old pants and put on his new ones then threw the old ones away.
Catherine waited outside for him and could help but feel proud of herself when he saw a white wolf-fox in new clothes step out and approached her. She felt like he had changed him completely but the actualization sunk in as he pulled out a cigarette from his pockets and light it. He had probably just pick them out of his old pants. Also his revolver was still visible from his waistline.
She felt slightly sick to her stomach when she smelled the tobacco instead of the rotten fish smell which was nowhere to be smelled.
Sixsiga blew a small puff of smoke out just before getting to her. "Shall we go?"
"Sixsiga."
"Yeah?"
She pointed at his cigarette and waved her hand just in front of her nose. "Put that out please. My father smokes enough I don't want you smoking around me."
He felt bad for himself, he screwed up. He dropped the cigarette and stepped on it, it hurt slightly but he was used to it. "Sorry, I get cravings like that from time to time. I can't stop it."
"I really wish you would, I don't like it. Makes me sick sometimes." She started walking off, he followed.
"I'm sorry."
"Just please not around me."
"Okay."
They walked back to her estate as she turned around. "Thanks Vin- oh I mean Sixsiga. I had fun." She walked up and pecked him lightly slightly smelling the tobacco.
He couldn't explain it but he suddenly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. She at first seemed to resist but once she found out what he was doing she just went still and followed along.
The moment lastest forever to them until she felt something hard push against her just above her waistline, she knew what it was and pushed out of his grasped slightly panting from the lengthy kiss and blushing because she actually felt him go hard.
Sixsiga didn't do much better, he blushed he didn't want that to happen but it didn't and another craving kicked in.
"Do you want to, we could go down to the beach or your room." This seemed so different from the prosititutes he screwed all the time but still, he had the urge.
She sighed and shook her head. He was a bit of a jerk for asking so blankly in her opinion. "No Sixsiga, you may have sex a lot but I really want to do only when I think I love someone, you just havn't reach that level yet."
His heart sank, he realized how different this was. However before he could apologize she continued.
"However, if you really want to do, I'll let you."
His heart jump started but she put up a finger.
"Only and I mean only on one condition."
"Which is?" Sixsiga asked.
"Stop your drugs and sex, keep yourself clean."
"For how long?" The question just slipped into his mouth, it was a stupid one.
"Forever, give it up forever and I'll stay with you, if you can't. Well, we are nothing more than friends."
He realized what was going on, this was a test to prove himself worthy of her. It was quite the challenge but he felt like he could do it. It was just going to be very difficult.
"Okay, I will."
She smiled. "Every time we meet I want you to tell me how many things you have done, if you can be honest with me, you will get kisses. Get more successful on beating your problems and might get a little more."
"What do you mean a little more?"
She winked. "You might get to touch something."
He nodded exicted slightly. "Okay, I'll do it."
"Make sure you do, I can tell when you lie, your right ear twitches and so does you're tail."
"That's not true." Both his tail and his right ear twitched she just rolled her eyes slightly smirking.
"Well goodnight Sixsiga." She started walking off as he called back. "Night Catherine."
They continued dating for the next half year. Eventually, they gave shorten names to each other. Sixsiga became Sixa and Catherine was now Cath from time to time they would say each other's full name but that was far and few inbetween. Sixsiga tried to beat his problems but the peer pressure of Matt just didn't make things better for him. Matt started getting suspicious of Sixsiga's actions but became more caught up in the constant fighting between gangs.
Sixsiga's first few weeks were the hardest, instead of smoking he found something else to do that would keep him occupied for a while mostly being gum. He sought after the crazy shaman which noone paid much attention to. This shaman gave him herbs that fight 'the badness within'. In the end of his recipes which required grinding up herbs and smoking them Sixsiga found himself in the nearby alleyway hacking up black tar being sick for the next few days meet up with Catherine one or two times then started the process all over again.
The shaman informed Sixsiga that tar was all the drugs being expelled from his body. Just the taste made him not want to go back. Unfortunately, by act of twisted fate the shaman ending up dying on their last session. After that final session, Sixsiga finally stopped doing drugs he just never found the urge anymore and the remedy to fighting drugs went with him to the grave since his place was burned by gangs in a small street fight.
Sexuality was much harder to fight, the shaman had no cure to it just saying its 'a matter of control'. Every so often he'd find himself being seduced by a prostitute and enjoy it but felt bad after he was done. He finally began controlling himself when just went to his room and masturbated.
Every time Sixsiga and Catherine met she seemed to get more pleased, sometimes he lied just not to make himself look to bad but never got away with it. She slowly watched his eyes become more alive and the day he said he hadn't done drugs or sex for a full month she kissed him deeply.
"I'm so proud of you, Sixa." She hugged him tightly. She wore today more casual clothes like a commoner dress rather than her fancy ones.
"Thanks Cath, took me forever but I finally did it." He hugged her back as few people looked at them, they were on the beach near sunset which was when couples commonly came out to enjoy their time with each other.
"As I promised you wanted to have sex with me, and now I'm letting you."
He smiled, it was nearly the moment he was waiting for. "Not right now."
She was taken by surprise by this, she figured he was going to jump her right then. "You feeling okay?" She put her hand on his forehead.
He laughed at her concern. "Yeah, I'm fine I just want to watch the sunset with a girl next to me, then we'll go to your room."
She smiled. "You have changed." Nearly a half a year and now she felt so good about him, he was a guy willing to give it up for herself. She admired that in him. She turned back to the sunset and watched it with him. She wrapper her tail around his and leaned against his shoulder as he leaned back laying his head on hers.
They strolled back to her house hand-in-hand talking. "Hey Sixa."
"Yeah?"
She kept her eyes on her house. "My parents aren't home and I was wondering if you could spend the night with me."
He looked at her smiling. "You serious?"
"Yeah sure, why not?"
He shrugged. "I dunno."
She opened the door and walked in holding his hand tightly as she guided him up the stairs. At the top of the stair Sixsiga pulled her into a deep kiss. She parted it and giggled runnign his finger through his hair and down his chest walking back into her room.
"I love you." She said.
"I love you more." He said back smiling.
She smiled and continued the little fight. "No you don't, I love you more."
"No, I do."
"No Sixa, I think I do."
Sixsiga and Catherine slide onto the bed quietly. "Is that a challenge I hear?"
She played with her clothes murring and looking innocent. "Mmmaybe."
He leaned forward putting his head on either side of her shoulders and kisses her. She closed her eyes and kissed deeply pulling him down on top of her. They continued kissing every so often one or the other would part and say how much they love the other while panting.
Clothes soon started falling off from Sixsiga's thief-like hands. They soon found each other naked completely ready for what was going to happen next. Sixsiga had touched her breast or she had flashed him her pussy but this moment was just so much more special to him and her.
Her hands lightly touched his shaft lightly teasing it. Normally, he would have just screwed her and got it all over with like the many prostitutes before but now he just wanted it to last forever and he hadn't even penetrated her yet.
She grasped his member tightly pulling him down, he quickly followed watching her sit upright with him still holding his member and came forward with a one-armed hug. Ther other hand was busy positioning his cock and she sunk down into his lap letting his strong member push into her.
There was a slightly moan from both of them; however, Catherine's was more into a pain-pleasure rather than Sixsiga's pure pleasure. She finally sunk completely onto him and put both of her arms around his neck drawing him into another lengthy kiss. Sixsiga's hands already found their way around her thin body and slightly played with her tail feeling it wag between his fingers as his own tail swept from side to side.
They remained lock together hardly moving as they kissed, Catherine teeth found Sixsiga's lower lip. She held it and sucked gently. Sixsiga murred and licked her upper lip.
Her arms tightened around his neck as she let go of his lip and Sixsiga slide his tongue into her muzzle and barely touched her tongue. Her tongue suddenly became active and slide her tongue into his muzzle licking the roof of his mouth. He turned his ever so slightly to allow her to go deeper in which she took pleasurably.
Catherine pulled back panting heavily just as Sixsiga was. They could barely even make eye contact without blushing deeply, both of their body tempatures rising. Sixsiga closed his eyes and nuzzled her gently as they started to lose their balance and feel on their side still nuzzling affectionately.
It was Sixsiga who brought the first thrust. Catherine immeadiately moaned and whined for more. Sixsiga turned over letting Catherine lay on his chest as he slowly thrusted into her in long, strong strokes. Catherine was in love and in heaven; she didn't want to get off Sixsiga for the rest of her life. Sixsiga nearly felt the same, he didn't want to leave her, he just waited to stay here with her.
The moans grew and grew as the speed slowly grew faster. Catherine interwove their tails together and they patted the bed. She began holding his shoulders tightly shoving her face into his chest from the rising pleasure.
Sixsiga's pleasure was pecked off, he contastly held his breath trying not make noises but keep letting out embarrassing meeps here and there along with the occasional panting before taking another deep breath. Soon just as he started their intercourse he ended it as he ejactulated inside her losing his will to continue thrusting.
The warmth was so soothing and so sexually she continued where Sixsiga left off. She rubbed her body along his gliding his member in and out until her orgasm made her moan almost screaming into his chest trying to muffle the noise.
The stillness and question almost made them question if they were still alive at all. Catherine listened to Sixsiga quick heart beat and his heavy breathing relaxed her.
She felt his hand rise from behind her as his fingers ran through her curl hair. She looked at him completely flushed in the face and smiling.
She couldn't help but smile back. "Was I worth the wait?"
He kissed her gently lacking the energy for a lengthy one but she still got the message. "Yes, you were worth it." She smiled but he continued. "I've been thinking."
"Yes?" She was concerned on what on earth he could be bringing up right then.
"I was wondering once I find the right chance, I'd escape this place and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me as my mate."
It was like a dream coming true, she would finally get out of her and be with a guy she wanted to be with. She couldnt find the words to say and studdered. "Sixa . . . I-I . . . love you."
He smiled believing it to be a yes. "Tomorrow, I want to leave. I'm going to go back into town to grab my stuff and I'll be back."
She yawned nodded. "Okay tomorrow." And just like that she was out like a light. Sixsiga soon followed.
The next morning Catherine found herself wrapped in a blanket in her bed, she looked around not seeing Sixsiga anywhere. Her heart suddenly sank. "Maybe . . . it was a dream . . ."
The sudden smell of rotten fish from her sheets turn her frown into a smile the she hoped out of bed grabbed her clothes.
Sixsiga went back to the base for one last look to grab his gun and extra ammunition for the trip.
"Hey Vin." Sixsiga almost didn't turn around to his old name but did seeing Jason at his door.
"Oh hey Jason, where's Matt?" He stored his gun away.
"Oh he and a few of the gang members wanted to do a special raid this morning."
He didn't care but tried to act interested. "Oh where?"
"That mansion by the lighthouse."
Fear struck Sixsiga's eyes and raced out pushing Jason out of the way.
He keep saying to himself that everything was going to be alright, he just needed to get there quickly, get Catherine and get the hell out. He felt confident he was going to get her in time because Matt never attacks this early in the morning but still did not let down his speed.
He was nearly exhausted when he reached the cliff by the lighthouse where Catherine stood, the breeze from the salty ocean air picking up her skirt as her hand held her hat down. She saw him and smiled as he rushed up to her panting and trying to yell with a dry throat and mouth.
"We need to-" He coughed heavily and grabbed her wrist, but she just leaned in and kissed him deeply, she didn't sense the trouble. He pushed her back a bit trying to speak a bit. "We need to go now!"
Catherine saw the concern in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Matt's coming, we-" There was a sudden bang and Catherine collasped into Sixsiga's arms her hat flying away in the breeze.
Tears instantly streamed from his eyes holding her and she tried to speak only to groan in pain, he felt something warm on her back and in his hands, he didn't need to look for himself it was her blood.
He laid her down on the ground trying to calm her down only not to be calm himself and he was shacky. "It's okay, i-it will be o-okay, Cath. Come on Cath, r-remember I want to marry you." He gulped starring in her eyes, he knew she was trying to fight herself for a smile. "D-don't die on me, you be okay. I love you."
She started to whisper as she pulled him in. "I love you Sixa." She kissed him on last time trying to make it last as long as she could before she died.
He found himself sobbing loudly over her body as he heard footstep and soon Matt's voice. "Sorry kid-o, she's not your type."
Sixsiga stood up and turn around already pulling out his gun pointing it at him yelling at him still crying. "Don't you even dare tell me how's not my type and who is!"
He laughed. "Come on Vincent-"
"I'm not Vincent! My name is Sixsiga! You hear me? Sixsiga!"
"That's no way to way to yell at your father." He held his hand up and wagged his finger but Sixsiga just shot his wrist nearly taking the entire hand off.
"AH FUCK!" He screamed holding his wrist. "Where the hell did you get those guts?"
"You are not my father! You're the man who picked me up off the street as you're god damn sex toy! I'm not part of you fucking gang anymore!" He started approaching Matt still threating with his gun. He was clearly in rage on the edge of going into a mad bloodlust.
Matt backed up and quickly getting onto the mainland. "Easy kid-o, no need to be rash." He pulled out a small device from his pocket and flipped the switch. There were a series of large explosions from right behind Sixsiga almost bursting his eardrums. As he held his ears and looked behind himself he saw the entire cliff collaspe off the main land and into the sea taking Catherine's body with it.
Matt ran up to Sixsiga kicking him, his gun fell to the ground. "I've been saving those explosives for a while!"
Sixsiga finally got pushed over the edge and tackled him wrapping his hands around his throat tightly. Sixsiga screamed incoherently at Matt as he choked to death.
Sixsiga looked at his finger now drenched in blood but it didn't matter to him, he was still in his bloodlust. He got up and picked up his gun just as some of the other members arrived on the scene.
Sixsiga pointed the gun at them and fired. When he was out of ammo he brutaly mualed the rest as they screamed for pity and mercy.
A young business man went out to the front of his house and picked up the paper. It's about sunset and is startled to see the terrifying headlines: "Entire Gang Inhumanly Murdered!!! Police Baffled!"
"What sad times we live in." He looked across the street at an old abondaned church, he expected to see the snow white wolf-fox sitting on the roof as he always does at sunset but instead he sees a cross covered in bloodly hand prints stabbed into the church roof with a sun hat covered in hand prints as well.
He grabbed his ladder and went over to the side of the church and climbed up to the roof to find the cross face him and the hat lightly shifting in the breeze. The copper in the air was strong almost sickening. But he finally climbed up onto the roof to investage.
There harshly etched in the crossed from what the man can tell it was someone's claw said "Sixa & Cath" inside a heart then underneath "Forever".