Revelations-Chronicals of Onyx
This is sorta like a "prequel" to my "Liberty and Justice for all" series. Enjoy...Hopefully.
Jordan rose from his bed the next morning feeling groggy and tired, as usual. It was really only because he knew his day was going to suck.
He moved and stood from his matress with a groan, leaving his room and going to the bathroom to brush his messy brown hair. It was long and went everywhere except where it was supposed to. A quick brushing fixed it and he went back into his room to dress; putting on a white, black-sleeved shirt with "Got Mullet?" on the front. Then he put on his favorite forest green jeans and his shoes, walking out and sliding down the banister of the stairs, falling off halfway and plummeting to the ground with a hard thud just as his sister Courtney passed. She laughed and pointed and kept walking. Jordan growled and picked himself up, shaking his head. It was going to be a long day...
He stood, going into the kitchen to eat a pop-tart or two, and wondering why the hell they were called pop-tarts when he looked through the kitchen window that looked out on his backyard. He blinked and gave a confused look at the black-furred wolf anthro that stood in the open, rubbing her chin and giving Jordan a look of skepticism. Jordan went over and slid the window up, sticking his head out.
"Hey...is there anything in particular you need? I just assumed there was a good reason for you to be standing in my backyard and stuff..." he said this while looking at the wolf sternly. She only smiled and slid her paws into her coat pockets, letting out a long breath that sent out frost through the air. " No, i'm good. I always stand in my neighbors' backyard's. And stuff." the wolf answered with a sly smile. Jordan let an exasperated sigh. He had never seen the anthro before, so maybe she WAS a new neighbor or something. Before Jordan could sling a flurry of curse words at the wolf, she kept talking. "I must apologize, i'm a little outgoing, maybe too much. I was wondering if someone could help me move my things into my home?" she asked with her brows raised, expecting a response. Jordan lowered his eye lids and raised an eyebrow at the same time, tapping a finger. Well, he couldn't just be rude. This lady was only just in his backyard, she hadn't exactly done anything wrong, she was just different. And to Jordan, different was cool. And he wouldn't turn down helping a lady. But she could have at LEAST knocked at the door.
He nodded and climbed out the window, hopping down and yelling to his sister that he was helping a neighbor and would be back later, then walked away with the wolf, around the big house and into the black asphalt street.
The neighborhood was a delightfully simple one, with shiny green lampposts that had long lights that hung over the street. There were houses that were all kinds of different shapes and sizes, with lots of different people living in them. The street that Jordan lived on was slightly curved and went down at an angle at one end, circling a bit and ending at a caldesac, a circular area of asphalt that had a ring of houses around it, the only means of getting out being the way you came in. Luckily, his house was on a flat plain, right before it sloped downward towards any of this. All of the houses on this street were shaded by yellow and brown leaved trees scattered about in backyards, and rows of them on the sidewalks.
The walk with the wolf was short, and just as Jordan was about to strike up a conversation, they were there. The wolf had moved in across the street. She lived in a cozy 3 bedroom, 1 bathroom house, painted forest green, like Jordan's pants. There was no driveway on this one, but there was a moving van out front. Half of its load was already in the house, unpacked. Jordan guessed that the wolf just got tired or something along the way and decided to come look for help.
"So...you've got a nice house here, uh..."
"Romilda." she said as she got the door unlocked. "You?"
Jordan just shrugged, following her inside into the entryway, where lots of boxes were stacked. "I'm Jordan,"he said quietly as he began helping to unpack the boxes, placing different items where the wolf told him to put them. He unpacked kitchen utensils, a very nice knife collection, and one of those rubber fish that sing when you press a button.
A couple hours later, they had made very good progress, finishing putting away most of the wolf's belongings. At around ten a.m., Romilda was standing with Jordan at her door, waving bye and closing it. Jordan turned around and began walking back to his house across the street.
"Jeez...she's pretty wierd, but hey, at least she's not like everyone else." Jordan thought to himself. When he was halfway across, 4 bikes screeched to a halt to his right. Jordan shot his head up to look at the riders, 4 preppy little assholes. The lead one was Jonathan Carter, the biggest ass at school. He was pretty buff too. The others weren't really that important, they just wore stupid, smug little grins across their faces. Jonathan took a step off his bike, moving up to Jordan's face. The two stared at one another for a few seconds.
"Hey Jonny." Jordan said with a smile on his face. "Wow, your hair seems to have quite an abundance of gel today..."
Jonathan chuckled. "Well, we're chipper today, aren't we, Jordan. You have some guts to talk to me like that, You know I could-"
"Get your rich mom to threaten mine? You can't fight your own battles, huh Jonny?" Jordan interuppted with his head tilted. He knew Jonathan hated being called Jonny and loved to call him that. Jonathan grit his teeth and tried to use both his hands to shove into Jordan's chest. Knowing some basic self-defense, Jordan brought his hands up and knocked Jonathan's arms up, then twisted his own arms over and under Jonathan's until his forearms were underneath the prep's elbows, who's hands were now under Jordan's pits. He couldn't escape. Jordan pulled him forward until he could headbutt him, and then brought a knee into his groin, then he let his left arm go loose and brought his elbow up and drove it into Jonathan's jaw, who then fell back with a thud against the street. His buddies were already charging Jordan, and nothing but grunts could be heard and flying fists could be seen.
They all stopped though when a loud, booming "Hey!" flew through the air. Romilda had left her house and was stomping towards them. She pointed to the preps with a clawed finger. "Get your bikes and go home, there will be no more fighting here, unless you you all want to go one at a time, like you should. GO!" she finished by snapping her fingers and pointing out to the side, down the street where they came from. One of them was about to say something until she shot him a vicious look, and he shut up. They helped Jonathan up, and got on their bikes, leaving. Jordan was left standing there, heaving with a bloody lip. Romilda looked at him and nodded once. "Get yourself cleaned up..." is all she said as she turned to leave. She stopped though, sniffing the air, sniffing once or twice, then looking back at Jordan. Jordan blinked at her. She smiled and said "That's sad. You were denied..." then turned and left.
Jordan was left confused as he turned and went in his house. His mother was standing there, looking at him sternly. He looked at her, and sighed. "Mom, i'm sorry...they came up to me and I had to do something..."
"I don't want you talking to that woman. That...wolf." she said abruptly to Jordan, who scoffed and shook his head. He just ignored her. She was always like this, the miserable old hag. Jordan never could believe that he thought this way about his own mother. But as he got older and older, the feeling of being so far from her in terms of love got stronger. It was the same about his father and sister. It was like he never knew them, he kept feeling like they were complete strangers. They all treated him like shit. He never understood why, but he soon didn't care anymore, and vowed never to be like them. He went back up the stairs and into the bathroom, removing his clothes and drawing some hot water. He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror for a little bit. There was a lot of things about himself that confused him, like his body hair. He had quite a bit on his legs, and what confused him the most about it, was the way it fealt.
It wasn't curly like most people's leg hair was, it was straight and silky feeling, and very black. The hair on his chest was like this too. He was only 15, yet he looked like a grown man, with a dark goetee to boot.
He turned himself around to look at his backside, right above his rump, on his tail bone. What was there was what baffled him most. A scar. His mother had always said it was a birthmark, and left it at that. It looked deformed and dark colored, right at the end of his spine. He eyed it all the time with wonder. When he touched it, it fealt like he was touching something dear to him, and fealt something tug at his heart. He didn't like touching it much. Then there was the fact he could see alright in the dark, and his nose was always smelling stuff others had no idea was around, and his ears picking up things that no one else could hear. It all made him a bit of an outcast at school. He also had an uncanny way of telling if someone was scared or angry or sad. He knew something was odd when one day he tried complimenting a girl on her perfume, but then she told him she wasn't wearing any. But to him, she smelled wonderful. Some people smealt nice, some smealt bad. But he was actually starting to recognize people by the way they SMELLED. He decided to tell no one. Not like they would listen anyway.
He took his shower, washing himself completely and stepped out, drying off with a towel and going to his room, putting on new clothes there. He put on a black t-shirt and some baggy black shorts that went slightly below his knees and walked out, avoiding the banister and walking down the stairs, sitting on the couch and turning on the T.V. He turned it off after an hour though. No matter what, his thoughts kept coming back to Romilda. She had said that he was 'denied'...what did that mean?
Jordan groaned in frustration and stood, going out the door and crossing the street, the wind blowing leaves all around him in little invisible tornadoes. When he reached the door, it had already flung open. Romilda smiled and beckoned to Jordan. "Come in, friend. Tell me what's bothering you." Jordan just looked at her in a dumfounded way, hesitating. He half felt like running. But he just went in. He fealt safe around her somehow.
Romilda showed him to her dim living room, lit only with a small lamp in the corner and a fireplace in the wall. There was a couch and beside that a recliner chair, with a blanket on it and a book lying with its pages facing down, so it wouldn't lose it's place. Jordan sat on the couch, and Romilda sat in the recliner, moving the book to an end table and letting the chair's leg drop so the whole thing could rock back and forth as she sat in it. She put her paws neatly in her lap and looked over at Jordan with a small smile. "So, tell me what's wrong. Wait, what's NOT wrong, right?"
Jordan just chuckled and shook his head. "Who are you, man...what did you mean by me being denied?" The wolf just sighed. "Just what I meant..." she said. "You were denied the right to be what you really are. I'm pretty ashamed of your family. They promised to take care of you and what do they do? Get the best doctors and surgeons in the state to turn you into one of them..." she paused with a glance to the floor, her paws clasped into each other. Jordan didn't say anything. He was somehow not surprised. He wasn't actually a human? Somehow, this relieved him. He fealt like something in him was complete now. He was happy that he wasn't one of them. No wonder he fealt so separated from the rest of the them. He smiled let out a small laugh as he stood up. "I'm different, aren't I." he said. Romilda stood as well, smiling sweetly to him. "More then that." she said quietly. "You're the son of my best friend. Long ago, before he passed, he told me to give you a good home. This was when you were very small, and he was 18. You were probably 2 then...he was too young to take care of you and there were people after him. He knew his time was close. I was 14 and already living alone because I dropped out of school, and was planning on traveling the world. That would be no life for you...So I eventually got you to an adoption agency, to a waiting family. I didn't know they would fuck up your life, Jordan, i'm sorry...I've come to correct my mistake and take you in." She opened her arms to Jordan, with a look on her face that showed she was hoping that he would jump into her embrace. Jordan looked at her as if she were mad. But something in him tugged towards her. She was right after all, and Jordan couldn't help but run forward and wrap his arms around the wolf's chest, burrying his face into her shoulder. What was he doing? He just hugged someone he hardly knew. But it felt so...natural. He felt like she could never hurt him. Romilda wrapped her own arms over Jordan's back, rubbing him gently, her head lying on Jordan's, rocking slowly from side to side. Her raven black hair fell over his shoulder blades like an obsidian waterfall, encomposing him in love that he had missed out on for so long.
For the next hour, Jordan stayed and talked with Romilda, both of them talking about their lives over some cocoa. She told him about asia and mt. Fuji and he told her about how no one liked him at school; but told how much he liked getting into movie theaters to watch adult movies because he looked older than he really was. When it was time that Jordan left, he went to the door and opened it, then stood on the doormat, turning to Romilda with a smile he had to almost force out because he very rarely ever smiled. "Thank you...for everything, Romilda," he said warmly. She smiled and nodded. "Tell me Jordan," she began. "Has your breakfast and dinners been tasting odd...?"
Jordan just gave an odd look to her, nodding slowly. "Yea, actually...I think my mom's a horrible cook, so what?"
The obsidian wolf rolled her eyes. "Just don't eat what your mother's cooking for you anymore, ok? Trust me, don't. Come over with me to eat someimes, I can cook alright." she finished with a wink and a chuckle. Jordan nodded, trusting her with everything he had. He waved and turned around to leave, going back into his house and putting his back against the door after he was inside, smiling. His mother was standing there again, her arms crossed. Jordan looked straight at her, having lost all love he had for her, and that wasn't much. He hated her and let her know it, glaring into her eyes and giving a cynical smile. She looked back at him with a confused expression, but shook it off. "Dinner's in the kitchen. Go and eat." she said crossly. Jordan lifted himself off the door, walking past her and stopping, turning his head halfway to her.
"Fuck off."
He turned back and began going up the stairs when he heard a surprised gasp from her.
"Jordan! Get down here and eat! I won't tell you again!"
"Then that makes it easier on me, huh," he said without turning around. He soon heard his mothers loud footsteps bounding up towards him. He quickly turned around and shoved a finger in her face, his face contorted in a furious rage. "Bitch, you touch me and I'll make sure you die when I throw you down these stairs. If you live through that, i'll stomp your skull in. Don't THINK I won't."
His mother just gaped at him, slowly stepping backwards until she was at the bottom, never stopping her gaze at him. "I'm going to live with Romilda." Jordan said solomnly. His mother shook her head and gave him a look of disgust. "Who...?!"
"You know damn well who I mean. She told me things, mom." he stopped and spit. "She told me things, LUCY. You're not my mother and I know what you did to me...I hate you, I fucking hate you. If you try to stop me from leaving i'll fucking kill you. You don't even love me, so lets not turn this into something big. No lawyers, no court, nothing. I'll live with her and you can forget me, It will be like i never lived here, as if your life has been perfect. Ok? Good." and with that, he turned around and went to his room, packing his clothes and personal things in a duffle bag.
When he finished, he proceeded down the stairs, the bag hoisted over his left shoulder while his right hand was lightly running over the length of the evil banister. At the bottom, Courtney and Lucy, two people who are in no way related to him anymore, were calmly watching him leave. He puckered his lips and made a kissing noise at them as he opened the door in a cool manner, walking out and leaving forever.
He arrived at Romilda's house, knocking on the door when he got to her front step. It was opened and Romilda was standing there, looking back at him with a surprised expression on her face, a paw to her lips. Jordan looked back to her, his eyes beggining to water as he dropped his bag. He broke down and fell into her arms, surprising her at first as she nearly fell over but she held him steady, and they went inside, the wind gently carrying the door closed.
The next years of Jordan's life were his happiest and are the only memories he chooses to keep to this very day. About a week after the incident with his "family", Jordan was feeling better again, back to his old self. But he was a bit changed, because he was actually happy now. He then began to spend his days the best he could, helping Romilda cook and clean, playing cards or scrabble with her, going out to the mall and having a blast at the arcades then getting some pizza, and going to parks, just chatting away on benches or on their backs in the grass on a hill while the wind wisped through the grass around them as the clouds floated by above through the crystal blue sky. They would lay for hours on end sometimes, waiting until the sky was glowing orange and purple, the sun giving its last breaths to the world before it tucked in for the night. This was bliss. This was rapture to Jordan. He had found peace, balance.
A month after he moved in with her, Romilda approached Jordan as he lay on the couch, watching television. He smiled up at her, and she smiled back, taking a seat in her recliner.
"Jordan, are you feeling alright?" she asked. Jordan looked over at her and thought for a moment.
"I think i'm getting the flu, but it's no big deal..." he said passively. Romilda frowned and stood from her chair.
"Nonsense, you look horrible, take a nap," she ordered. "I'm gonna go out and buy some medicine," she said as she picked up her coat and left. Jordan sighed and got comfortable. he did feel like crap, but was stubborn. Still, he had no qualms about doing what Romilda told him to. He would kill himself if she said to do so.
It was the middle of the night, about 9 'o clock when Jordan awoke. He shot his eyes open franticly. His breathing was strained and he fealt as if he were choking. His body ached and fealt numb at the same time, and he could not move. He heard popping sounds that seemed to come from all over his body, and made his heart race. He let out a wince and clenched his eyes, his tears streaming down his face. Then, Romilda's paws slowly slipped under his head, lifting it and placing it on a pillow. He managed to crane his head up and saw her, upside down in his vision, but she was smiling warmly to him, shushing quietly and saying little things like "It's ok..." "It'll be over soon." "Just relax, I'm here for you..."
Jordan closed his eyes. It was all he could manage to do. Romilda's paws were on both sides of his face now, holding him firmly, as she kissed his forehead from time to time. It was the only thing that kept him sane. The pain wouldn't stop, it only got worse. This went on for hours, until he passed out from exsaustion.
Jordan awoke the next day at noon. He had slept for a very long time, and even as he awoke, he was still sore. He sat up groggily, groaning in dull pain. He put his hands to his eyes and rubbed them vigorously. His vision was blurry, and it was quite difficult to stand up and walk to the bathroom. His gait was all off now, and he actually fell down hard on his way there. He cursed, and slowly got on his hands and knees, then pushed himself up to a standing position once more. He took his time now, taking soft steps to the bathroom. His legs fealt as if they were'nt his at all, or like they were disabled, and he couldn't feel them.
When he finally made it to the bathroom, he lowered his head over the sink, turning on the faucet and splashing cool water to his face. He immediatly stopped in shock as his hands slowly trailed over his face. The bone structure was different. And he fealt fur. He looked up, squinting into the mirror, his hands on both sides of it against the wall. When he got his vision to clear the best he could, a large black shape appeared, staring back at him with emerald green eyes, obsidian black fur with barely visible spots under the top layer and long, silvery whiskers coming from under his flatter, wet nose from his slightly thicker and larger upper lip. His entire jaw had expanded, only a little, and his mouth had seemed to have grown longer too, and was a lot more muzzle-like, like that of a cat's, but not so much that he couldn't move his upper and lower mouth like "lips".
Jordan blinked several times, touching his face in various places, checking to see if this were all real. He had had dreams before of not being human, of being free, and had waken up, seeing he was human and being in quite the bad mood for the rest of the day.
He let loose a big, toothy smile, then was even more happier when he noticed his fangs, letting out a gasp of excitment. He opened his mouth, letting his long, rough surfaced tongue move slowly across the tip of his upper left fang. When he closed his mouth, he gave another smile, then brushed his hair, which seemed longer and smoother than it usually was. Everything was so perfect, Jordan thought as he backed up and almost tripped while looking in the mirror. He remembered his walking problem and looked down, noticing his new digit-grade legs; powerful and muscular, the light reflecting off of his thin layer of glossy fur which rose and fell over the curves of his muscles. Jordan then noticed he was nude. Romilda must have taken his clothes to be washed. It might have been a good thing; they were most likely torn and covered in blood anyway, and now he could take the chance to flex and admire his new body, taking proud interest in his rather large genitalia. He didn't see his penis, but then remembered that most cats have a sheath for their privates. So instead he just admired his large scrotum with pride, for now.
He walked out of the bathroom, still getting the hang of his legs, and noticed all of the new and exciting smells bombarding him from all directions. His hearing was also very acute now as well; hearing all of the little chirps of birds outside and the creaks of the house all around him. Romilda was right. He WAS denied. He sighed in contentment, going back to the couch, grabbing the remote and laying back, turning on the t.v.
He wasn't there for 5 seconds, however, when he noticed another smell; a very different one. It was light, but sweet like a rose. He didn't know how he knew it, but Jordan knew it was a female. The scent made him release a slow, deeply pleasured murr sound from his throat. He got up from the couch and looked around, then spotted Romilda at the door. She was looking smug, as if she knew this would happen all along, which wasn't far from the truth.
"So," she began. "You were'nt too far into your life for this to happen. That's good...Jordan, this is how you were meant to be. This is the gift that's been hidden from you. It's yours now."
Jordan smiled at her as he crossed his arms. "I've never felt better..." he said, uncrossing his arms and putting them out to the sides, showing himself off. "I can't believe what i've been missing!" he laughed. Romilda laughed along with him. But then she took on a solemn expression.
"Jordan, your father told me to take care of you, and I have. Now begins your new life. And now, I tell you more of what he told me. He wanted you to be strong; to know how to fight. Just knowing that bit of self-defense you know, won't get you far. You're going to need to embrace you beastial psyche."
Jordan rose an eyebrow, tilting his head. "Why would I need to know how to fight...?"
"I'm going to harden you into a killing machine. But one with a soul. I have to do this. I have to keep my promise to him...Do you understand?" she had went on, seeming to ignore him. He just looked at her and slowly nodded once.
"I am. I'm ready," he said.
She smiled and nodded back to him, then trailed her eyes downward, grinning, then looking back into his eyes. "And...I bought some new clothes for you..." she purred. "You should try them on..." she said, walking outside, then bringing back a shopping bag full of clothing, dropping it on the couch. Jordan looked down, noticing he was still nude. He blushed and shyly covered himself, watching Romilda make her way up the stairs, seeming to swish her hips back and forth on purpose, her tail swaying seductively. He grunted quietly, tightening his paw over his groin as his erection slithered out, slick and throbbing, pressing against his palm until he had no choice but to let loose of himself. He gazed down at his pulsing red meat with admiration. But he couldn't help but think: was this right? He was quite a bit younger than Romilda...but it seemed as if she was TRYING to get him horny. She was always flirting, but doing it in a very subtle way. He didn't know, but he did know this: He wanted her. He wanted her very badly.
Romilda drove Jordan across town, until they reached an old backroad out in the country. It lead deep into a forest, until they reached a dead end, and Romilda turned off the engine. In front of the car was a large clearing, different from the surrounding foliage. It was stomped flat into soft soil, and was surrounded by trees. When Jordan took off his seatbelt and got out, he saw stacks of long, wooden boards, a tree that was on its side, the tops and the bottom cut off so that it was only a long cylinder piece of wood, and finally, flat pieces of wood stacked high in 4 stacks all together. They were taller then Jordan. He noticed this as he got closer to them. He turned around and looked at Romilda who was smiling as she got out.
"What is all this for...?" Jordan asked. Romilda stood in front of him now.
"This is where you'll be training for a while," she answered. Jordan simply looked around again. "This is going to be hard, isn't it..." he asked.
"You'll feel pain on a level you never thought existed," Romilda said with a smug smile.
Jordan punched the thick piece of board that Romilda held in front of her hard, but winced and brought it back to his chest, licking the blood off that was staining his fur. Romilda's hands only moved a bit when he punched it. She yelled loudly to Jordan, telling him to ignore the pain and just punch; to not be afraid of the board. Jordan let out a long, low breath. He put his left fist out in front of his face; his right brought up close to his jaw. He snapped his right fist forward. There was a sick thud and a thwack sound as Jordan screamed out and fell to his knees, holding his fist close to his chest and squeezing it with his other one, blood trailing down his arm now. He bent his head low, clenching his eyes and drawing breath through his clenched teeth. But he threw open his eyes in surprise when he was kicked over onto his back hard by Romilda's boot.
"Get up and break this fucking board!" she screamed. "Now!"
Jordan winced and moaned but stood up slowly. He got into position once more, and Romilda held the board in front of her once more. "Don't be scared of it. Drive through it as if it isn't even there. Look past it, look THROUGH the board, as if you're trying to hit something just behind it. The board is in the way of your goal. Make it move." Romilda told him all of this with a stern but soft tone. Jordan drew in a deep breath and let it flow out of him smoothly with his eyes closed. He opened them and looked not at the board, but at an invisible point behind it, which made his eyes blur slightly. But nontheless, he relaxed, making himself loose. Then, he snapped his fist forward, and a sharp splintering crack went through the air, the board's pieces flying apart in Romilda's hands. She stepped back, shaking the shards from her hair while Jordan screamed at his loudest, the sound mingling and turning into a booming roar as he fell to the ground, curling up into a ball and crying.
But he was rewarded, and Romilda went to him, kneeling down and rubbing his back softly. She picked him up, holding him against her shoulder while he sniffled.
"You did great..." she spoke softly. Jordan just held on to her tightly. This would go on for weeks; breaking boards, carrying stacks of them, running laps, carrying tree trunks, and climbing the biggest trees. This happened day in and day out.
After his physical training for a month, Jordan was ready for sparring training against Romilda. She would would drive them to the city and and they would fight hard on rooftops. This went on for a few grueling months. Romilda was apparently highly skilled in all kinds of martial arts. It showed; Onyx never left their sessions without a new bruise or sprain.
One day, after getting laid out by Romilda once more on a tall roof, Jordan sat on the edge looking down into the light saturday evening traffic, rubbing his sore leg as he watched the sun set in the west, painting the sky pink and purple. Romilda took a seat beside him, touching his shoulder. "You seem to have something on your mind," she said softly. "Want to talk about it?"
Jordan looked to her and smiled. "My birthday's tommorow..." he said shyly. Romilda smiled big and gave a big pat to his back, which made him waver a bit, cautious not to fall off. She exclaimed "You haven't said anything about your birthday!" and laughed out loud, standing up. "I have to go shopping...I'll drop you off at home and leave, and you can get some rest..."
Jordan watched Romilda's car drive off down the road and began to turn to go inside, giving a quick grinning sneer to his sister who happened to be standing on the front step across the streeet at his old house. She looked sick, like she would faint, and Jordan laughed out loud as he went inside, singing "Happy Birthday To Meeee..." as he shut the door. He sighed with a smile on his face, then hopped onto the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking the television on. There was nothing really interesting on at the time: A love story, a teen horror movie, a comedy about a boy that lived in a plastic bubble, a music station that, ironicly enough, aired almost nothing but reality t.v. shows and showed how rappers liked to live, a news station that was currently telling the new ways that the president was fucking the country up, and finally coming upon the naughty channels. Jordan blinked; he had forgotten that Romilda liked this sort of thing, and had bought a dish for all the good channels. Jordan strongly thought of turning away from them, but grew more and more curious, deciding to surf through them.
There seemed to be lots and lots of variety among the different naughty channels. Humans fucking humans, humans fucking anthros, anthros fucking humans, anthros fucking anthros. Different grunts and moans emitted from the T.V. as Jordan surfed through them all, finally deciding on one that looked promising: A large, muscled male lion anthro with mesquite colored red fur with a flowing black mane was pistoning himself in and out of a beautiful black cat anthro with a river of black hair dangling around her pointed ears and in her face as she had her head leaned back, her eyes closed and her muzzle hanging open, a whiny moan escaping her throat as her body was shoved forward at a furious rythym due to the lion's thrusts. The lion's face was contorted and he had his jaws hanging loose with his tongue lolling out as he strained his body, fucking her while she was on her paws and knees.
Jordan let his own mouth hang open slightly as he watched the sex on the television, mesmerised. His loins began to stir and he felt a slight pressure building underneath his balls, feeling his manhood pulse and swell as it slowly slid through the tunnel of his sheath. He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor as he couldn't help but slowly begin to rub one of his paws over his groin.
The lion began to jerk and grunt and his thrusts became irregular, and he pulled out of the female, stroking himself as the black cat turned and lay flat on her stomach in front of him, facing him and putting the lion's thick cock into her mouth, opening her jaw to a pretty big size to do so. She bobbed her head back and forth, her upper body lifted up, propped on her elbows as her paws played around with the lion's balls. One of her fingers were rolling his right ball around, as her other paw went underneath and behind his balls, circling a finger around his tail hole. The lion grunted and put his paws on the back of the cat's head, pushing her down further onto his throbbing meat, as she plunged her finger into his tight hole, pushing deeper until she stroked his prostate. The huge lion tensed his entire body, his hips jerking forward, shoving his cock against the back of the cat's throat.
Jordan lifted his jowls over his mouth, baring his teeth. He closed his eyes and quickly undid his pants, and released his stiffining meat, red and pulsing with excitement. He put his right paw around it and began to firmly squeeze as he stroked up and down at a steady pace. Precum was already squirting from the tip and onto his hand and hips; translucent and sticky. His stroking became more frantic as he opened his eyes and continued watching the scene unfold. But as he did, he began to imagine the black cat being replaced with Romilda, and then thought of himself in the place of the lion, and then his own cock was sliding in and out of Romilda's muzzle, slamming against the back of her throat while he grunted and twitched....
Jordan's paws tightened their grip on Romilda's head and he let out a loud, animalistic groan from his throat, and Romilda took her mouth off of his prick, her finger out of his hole and put both paws on his cock and jerked as fast and hard as she could, pointing the head towards her open mouth. Jordan threw his head back and clenched his eyes, moaning louder as his swollen cock spit its warm, white load out and splashed into Romilda's mouth, spilling out the sides and spattering onto the covers. Thick streams spurt on her face and in her hair, sopping her fur as she swallowed as much as she could of the pungent smelling sperm.
Jordan's imagination ran wild as he leaned his head back onto the couch. He clenched his eyes and groaned loudly, both of his paws pistoning as hard and as fast as he could on his swollen shaft. He clenched his teeth and his stomach tightened, his body hunching forward as his eyelids opened halfway and his eyes rolled back and his cock began to jerk and spit in his paws, spilling gobs of semen onto his fingers and all over his thighs and stomach, some of it spurting and spiting onto his chest and shoulders. His vision went blurry and all sounds were muffled for a few moments, and when he was able to focus once more, he looked to the television, where the black cat was licking the cum off of her fingers, scooping some off of her face and out of her hair and eating that as well. The lion was panting and smiling, petting the cats head.
Jordan leaned exhaustedly back onto the couch, breathing hard, his mouth hanging open. He let a smile slowly creep over his face as he wobbily stood and went to the bathroom to take a shower, throughly cleaning his fur, then going up to his room and sleeping more comfortably than he had in a long while.
Night fell and the moon rose into the sky, round and full as Romilda opened the door of her home and went inside, carrying a small sack inside and laying it to the side. She tilted her head and found herself closing her eyes halfway as a smile played at the corners of her mouth. She tilted her head back then, sniffing at the air, and slowly walking towards the couch as she did. She opened her eyes all the way, and looked down, where a small dark patch was soaked into the cusion. Romilda smiled more and knealt down, puting her nose close and sniffing it, then taking a long lick of it, smacking her lips and licking her chops from one side all the way to the other side of her mouth. She stood and chuckled, walking back around to pick up the sack, then upstairs to bed.
Jordan toppled over the side of his bed, all tangled in his bed sheets. He cursed loud and looked around, and noticed that Romilda had lifted the matress and caused him to roll off.
"Up, sleepy." Romilda said with a joking tone.
"It's my birthday..."Jordan said beneath the pile of blankets.
"Which is exactly why you need to get up!" laughed Romilda.
"If it's my birthday, I should spend it how I want."
"I'm about to kick your ass..." Romilda shot her hands into the pile and drug Jordan out by his legs. He was limp and groaning. "Don't make me get uuuup..." But Romilda picked him up and made him stand straight. He looked at her with weary eyes and opened his jaws wide in a big yawn. Romilda chuckeled.
"We're going on a trip. A reward of sorts, for doing so well in your training. We'll be staying in a nice, cozy, warm little cabin in the woods. Does that sound ok?"
Jordan thought about it. It WOULD be a nice change of pace, away from the crowded neiborhood and all the cars. He nodded and Romilda smiled. "Then we go now." she said. Jordan scoffed, saying "Why so early? And so hasty?"
But romilda only looked at him quietly, and he knew she didn't feel like explaining herself. He shut his mouth and proceeded to get dressed. Romilda left the room to let him do so, and went into the kitchen to throw away a letter she had gotten in the mail.
Romilda drove Jordan and herself through the city, and eventually made it on highways that cut through grassy hills and colorful meadows with the scent of honey in the air. The sun was just rising above the horizon and painting the sky with its all too familiar colors that Jordan never got tired of watching. He rolled his window down, propping his head on the door and letting the wind whip by his face and through his hair. He would close his eyes and smile, thinking of absolutely nothing in particular and leaving his troubles behind him. Romilda glanced at him every so often with a smile of her own, but when she looked back to the road, she let the wind that came through her window wipe her tears away. Her face was that of sorrow but solemnity. Her heart was tearing itself apart over the sad and cruel fate that would befall her and cause her to leave Jordan to fend for himself. She fully expected to have one last tranquil weekend with him before she had to leave, and would at least have that.
Jordan got out of the car and looked around. He sighed and smiled, smelling the pine trees and scents of all the animals that roamed about. The forest was alive with sound, and He loved hearing the animals talk with one another; something humans could never hear and never hope to or understand. The cabin was up ahead, down a dirt path that was alive with swirling leaves and was a sort of tunnel, due to the trees slanting and coming together overhead from both sides of the road. The cabin itself looked fairly new, with a deep brown roof. The wood the cabin was built upon was a very light brown, and had 4 bedrooms. It lay in its own calm little circle of trees, which made a canopy high overhead, and they rained leaves down upon the little cabin among the rays of sun that shined through.
Jordan smiled big as he went inside, looking around the living room. Everything was covered with white sheets, and the sheets themselves covered with dust. Jordan and Romilda spent the next hour uncovering the couches and shelves in the living room, moved into the bedroom to uncover the bed and the dresser, went into the bathroom to uncover the toilet, and then moved back through the bedroom and living room to go into the kitchen to uncover the stove and the fridge. The place had electricity, but no television, which to Jordan, made absolutely no sense.
"I just don't see the point of covering up a toilet either," he said when he finally sat down with Romilda on the couch, both of them eating some sandwiches and drinking lemonade. Romilda just chuckled and then gave a small start.
"Oh! I forgot about your gift!" she exclaimed. "I left it back at the house..."
"It's alright," assured Jordan. "I'll see it when we go back in a couple of days." But Romilda seemed genuinely saddened, holding her forehead and hanging her head low. Jordan finished his sandwhich, and put his paw upon her back, trying to comfort her. "Hey, it's only a gift...you shouldn't let it ruin your weekend."
Romilda looked up at Jordan and gave a small smile. "Right...I suppose so..." And with that, she stood. "I'm going to walk to the lake. Want to go? We can fish."
Romilda stepped out into the cold air, holding a small wooden fishing rod. Jordan did as well as he followed her around to the back of the cabin, and stepped onto a small path in the forest. Romilda walked at a slow pace, her head hung in thought. In a moment, she smiled, looking ahead, then turning around to Jordan. Jordan watched her expecting her to speak but instead she dropped her pole and flung off her jacket, dropping it to the ground. Jordan gasped and widened his eyes.
"What are you doing?! it's freezing out here!"
"It's only cold, Jordan!" she yelled. "I've realized that you and I need to...to start living more. You have...NO ONE has any idea when their time is up, so why not live like there'll be no tommorow? Throw caution to the wind and just BE!" she threw her hands up and laughed. Her excitement startled Jordan but he eventually smiled and nodded. "Ok! Why not?" he said, throwing off his jacket as well. Romilda laughed and whipped around nd picked up her pole, running at full sprint down the path, her black hair streaming through the wind as she did so. Jordan followed suit, laughing and following Romilda closely. He had never ran this fast before in his life, never at full sprint. It was exilerating, taking the sharp corners at full speed and charging up when the land became slanted. He flew down at a blinding speed when the land went downward. Until finally light burst through to he and Romilda quite unexpectedly.
They were in a clearing with no trees overhead, and the sun and the sky were the only things staring back at them. The wind whipped through the air, carrying leaves and flower petals across the surface of the gleaming, crystal clear lake, rippling with every touch. The clearing Romilda and Jordan stood in was small and round, only the size of a room with trees surrounding them, save for the lake in front of them. Ahead of them on this lake was a long, wooden dock, which lead far out into the middle of the lake. Docked with half of it touching the land was a wooden boat, with a coiled up rope and a small but heavy iron anchor attached to it.
Neither Jordan nor Romilda saw hardly any of these details, because they were caught quite off guard, and Romilda barely stopped in time before she ran into the water. But Jordan, on the other hand, didn't stop, and slammed right into Romilda's back. He held onto her tight and they both flew into the water, splashing and sputtering. They were still in shallow water, and stood slowly when they got their barings back. They were soaked to the bone and neither one of them could help but laugh as they stared at one another. They went back onto land, shaking and squeezing water from their shirts.
"God, it's freezing...at least the sun is really warm. It's the only thing keeping us alive." Jordan said in a shaky voice. Romilda smiled, squeezing out her hair. "You're right. The sun is warm. It's all we need." she mused, and stood full length, begining to peel her shirt off. Jordan opened his mouth to protest but left it open slightly when he saw her firm breasts, the light layer of fur on them matted down, shaping out the soft curves. Her nipples were perked and very stiff from the cold as they peeked through her fur. Her body was very, very well kept and healthy, Jordan noticed. Her abs were curved and were rippled with a smooth 4 pack. Her arms and legs were of moderate size as well, and Jordan decided she could flatten him in a punch if she felt like it. She smiled at his expression and crossed her arms over her breasts, standing to one side and tilting her head. Jordan shook his head and looked her in the eyes, embarassed.
"Jordan," she began. "I told you earlier, just BE. Take off your clothes, lets just lay here, soaking up the warmth of the sun and our bodies..." she was walking towards him as she spoke. When she got to him, he seemed fidgity and she took his paws in hers and looked into his eyes. Suddenly, Jordan felt as if he was perfectly comfortable with her, and gave a weak smile, firmly squeezing her paws. He then stood back and pryed off his own shirt, revealing his own well formed body and his tight chest with his firm 6 pack abs. Romilda couldn't help but look him over from his head to his belly button, admiring him. Her eyes played at the button of his pants, were they stopped just barely above his pubic fur, revealing the curved lines that ran down the edges of his inner thighs, down the sides of his groin. The wet fur shaped his muscles well, and Romilda found herself getting wet in other areas as well as she went through her thoughts.
Jordan smiled sheepishly, watching her stare at him. But she quickly found herself and blushed back at him. They stood there for a few moments before she spoke again.
"Take of your pants, i'll take off mine..." she said, and slipped her thumbs into the pockets of her tight jeans, bending over and pulling down on them. The slide down her curved hips and over her knees, going limp to the ground. When she stood, she found Jordan blushing madly as he ogled her body with awe. Her long, smooth curves seemed to go on forever. Her cunt was a small crevace, a nook, between her thighs. Her hips were as curved as the rest of her, and as Jordan looked back up at her face, he could only blink and smile. She noded at him, and he knew she expected him to do the same as she did. He took a breath and nodded, bending over just as Romilda did and pulling down his pants, then standing back up. Romilda's tail twitched when she saw his entire body.
She stared expecially at his furry cock sheath, and his round, full scrotum with lust and his muscular, rippled thighs. Jordan smiled shyly and walked closer to her, then past her, brushing against her arm. He took her paw as he passed and his tail brushed seductively up her thigh, and he took her to a grassy patch, where they both lay down. Romilda curled up slightly, and held Jordan close, putting his head against her chest and hers on top of his head, closing her eyes. The sun warmed their bodies, despite the cold. Jordan closed his eyes as well, and the world grew quiet, and he felt no stress nor worries about anything. He had discovered eternal bliss, even if it was not really eternal. But it felt that way at the time. For a couple of days, at least, the troubles of a cruel world were put to the side.
Romilda slowly pulled open her eyes, staring up at the sky. It was orange and pink. The sun was beggining to set. She and Onyx had slept the day away in each other's arms. Romilda felt Jordan stir and she tried to stand so she could stretch. But then Jordan got a good grip on her arms, and held her down, smiling mischeavously at her. She and him looked deep into each other's eyes, until Romilda smiled warmly to him.
"Jordan, We can't...You're too young for me to sleep with."
"That doesn't matter..." said he, in a quiet, relaxed tone. "Age means nothing..."
"I know that, but we can't get close, Jordan. It's dangerous. Love'll break your heart, because you never know when it will just...leave." Romilda finished her last sentence with a deeply saddened expression. Jordan sighed, and just leaned his head closer to hers, and kissed her soft lips. Romilda returned the gesture and kept the kiss locked, her heart beating faster and her thighs grinding together. She feverishly engulfed Jordan's mouth, her tongue darting in and wrapping over his tongue, which in turn messaged and licked against hers with its raspy surface. Then Jordan bit down firmly on Romilda's tongue, which surprised her at first but she quickly closed her eyes when he started sucking on it. Her paws moved down to her stomach, where she felt Jordan's wet member pressing into her.
She took his cock and squeezed firmly, causing him to jerk once, but he kept sucking on her tongue, and his own paws moved down her neck, finding her breasts and fondling her nipples gently. Romilda kept her tight grip on him and moved her paw up and down its length, as Jordan's precum started squirting onto the fur over her stomach, wetting it down in seconds. Jordan slowly rocked his hips in time with her slow jerks, and then he moved his paws lower from her breasts and down her stomach, moving around her paws that were working on his meat and slid his paws between her quivering thighs. He found her clit and started to tug and rub it with his middle and pointer finger, while his other hand went lower and splayed her cunt lips, teasing and rubbing their slick surface. This made Romilda moan and whimper, and Jordan kept sucking and pressing his tongue onto hers as he held it in his mouth.
Jordan slid his middle and ring finger into the soaked walls of Romilda's cunt, and wriggled and swiveled them around inside of her warmth. Romilda writhed and twitched in turn, and pumped faster on his cock. He was moaning now and about to lose control; this was his first sexual encounter of any kind, thus, his stamina was low. He released Romilda's tongue from his mouth and groaned as his body jerked. Romilda read the signals and gave a small smile along with a sympathetic laugh. She released his member from her paws and pushed him until he was on his back and she strattled his hips. She leaned slowly forward and kissed Jordan's open mouth, his breath coming in long, tired strands. When she took her mouth off of his, Romilda scooted her knees up and pulled herself forward until her hips were over Jordan's face, and she slowly lowered herself onto him. Jordan eagerly clutched Romilda's thighs and began to maul her cunt lips, jamming his tongue in and moving up some inches and licking and nibbling her clit, then back to mauling her cunt. Romilda gasped and made a strained face, moving away from Jordan's face for a few moments. Jordan tried desperately to crane his neck and keep going with his assault on her groin, but Romilda leaned down and placed both of her paws on the sides of his head, looking deep into his eyes.
"Jordan, listen...don't be so frantic, i'm not going anywhere." she said with a smile. "Take it slow and easy...go at a comfortable pace. Try again..." with that she moved and placed herself onto Jordan's blushing face again, and Jordan once again clutched her thighs. He took a small breath and eased his tongue onto her labia, gently licking over it with his raspy tongue. Romilda gasped again and a deep smile stretched over her face. Jordan kept this up, happy he was doing something right. He closed his eyes and nibbled and tugged on her cunt lips, but did it slowly and sensuously. Romilda had her head hung back on her shoulders, her breathing labored and long. Jordan then took a chance and slid his tongue into her, slowly, inch by inch. Romilda cringed and twitched as her breathing came faster. Jordan pushed his tongue deeper into her wet hole as far as he could, until her cunt had his entire tongue engulfed. He slowly inched it in and out, and back and forth, using the tip to lick and tease Romilda's inner walls as they twitched and pulsed around the intruding tongue.
She gasped and ran her paws through her hair, her eyes closed and glazed over in her head. Jordan would feel her cunt start to convulse and squeeze franticly around his tongue, followed by her hot liquid spill and spray onto his face, oozing all over his tongue and mouth and slide into his throat. He sucked and drank as much as he could, when Romilda lifted herself from him with trembling legs, and lay flat on top of him, her cunt in his face once more, and her face just starting to engulf his swelling cock into her mouth. She had forgotten nearly all of her moral chat she had a moment ago. Jordan moaned and spread her lips with his fingers and delve his tongue in once more, while Romilda sucked wildly up and down his member, her tongue doing twists and flips all over the head, then letting it all plunge in to the back of her throat. Jordan groaned and humped his hips into her mouth, and Romilda began to do the same, grinding her hips into his face as hard as she could, until they were one big furry, humping, grinding, twitching , moaning and groaning heap of sex.
Jordan couldn't take anymore and gripped the grass beside him with his claws tightly and clenched his eyes shut, as his cock bulged and throbbed and started spitting and splashing semen into Romilda's throat. She gripped the base of the spitting meat and opened her mouth, letting most of it spit into her throat, some of it spilling onto her chin. When her mouth was covered and she had licked most of the mess up, she started twitching herself, and came as well. Jordan gave one last, big long lick up the entire length of her groin, and as soon as his tongue had scraped over her cunt lips, her cum squirt and spit onto his face and neck, and he licked up all that he could.
Jordan stayed wrapped in Romilda's arms the rest of the day, and they slept fitfully through the night.
His heart raced as his eyes opened and he felt Romilda to be nowhere near. Jordan stood quickly and rubbed his eyes. It was morning, and the sky was gray as a heavy mist hung about the water in front of him. He spun around and looked towards the forest path, and called out to Romilda.
No answer came.
He went through the path, picking up and putting on his dew laden clothing, and making his way back to the cabin. Romilda's car was gone.
When he entered, he called for her several more times. When no answer came, Jordan sat on the couch with his head in his paws, his eyes welling with tears and his chest heaving with the approaching anxiety attack, when he noticed a small note on the table in front of him. He slowly picked it up, reading aloud to himself.
Jordan,
I cry as i write this. I'm so sorry...I have to go. I can't let you get involved in the things your father was involved in. I'm involved in it as well, and they don't know about you yet, so I can't have you put in danger, that's not what your father wanted me to do. I suppose i should tell you what's going on.
This group of...bad people, i'll call them, had a few issues with your father, and with me as well, for being his accomplice. They hunted him down...and now they've found me. I said they don't know about you, and i want to keep it that way. God...it hurts so much to leave you. Remember all that I taught you, and be safe. Whatever you do, don't go home. That's where I have gone, and that's where they will be looking. I lead them there, because it will get them away from you. If they kill me, they'll be done, and have no need to find you. Because they don't know about you. Please, don't try anything drastic. Because they might actually know about you after all, and might be waiting for you. They have so many tricks...
Goodbye Jordan, take my love with you and go live in the city. I have a contact there and he can hook you up with a decent apartment and a life. I've left his information and how to reach him with this letter. Please don't forget about me...
Love,
Romilda.
Jordan dropped the letter and let it float to the floor. He fell to his knees, putting his face in his hands and wept openly. He sat there for minutes, until he felt he was through, and stood. He felt nausious as he went to the door, and left the cabin behind him as he walked down the path to the open road towards the city.
It was night when he made up his mind to catch a bus, after sleeping in a train station. He caught one, then made the walk to his suburb, and to Romilda's home. It was horribly quiet, and frankly, he didn't care if someone was waiting, he didn't care if death was waiting for him.
He pushed open the door, which was already ajar, and walked in. All was black, but he saw well enough. The silence was deafening and it rang in his ears. He flipped the switch by the door and turned on the light. He could see well now, but the silence rang on. He had decided to fall to his knees and cry once more, when he notiched a small sack on the floor.
His birthday present.
Jordan stared at it and quickly grabbed it, leaping onto the couch and peering inside, hoping for something to remember Romilda by if he would never see her. He put his paw in and brought out a small wooden frame with a picture inside of it. He stared at it for the longest, because he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
The picture was black and white, and showed a much younger and much happier looking Romilda who had her arms wrapped around the waist of a tall, handsome panther anthro, who's looks had struck Jordan right in his heart. This was his father, and he was sure of it.
Jordan put one paw to his mouth and dropped the picture onto the table with a clatter, and stared at it. He put both of his paws onto the sides of his head and hung it low, almost to his knees, and closed his eyes tightly, and opened his mouth in a silent sob. The tears still flowed freely down his cheeks, and his back shook with sobs that came from him, but with no sound. Then his throat finally cleared well enough, and Jordan cried pitifully into his lap as loud as he could. He let all of his grief and anger out that day, and to this very day, he can't remember himself crying any harder than he did then.
When his tears went down to a level where he was only sniffling, Jordan peered into the sack once more, and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper. He opened it half-heartedly, and it looked very official, with lots of typed, tiny words and lines with writing on them. It had a small post-it note at the bottom, where Jordan immediatly recognized Romilda's writing.
Jordan,
I know you well enough to know that you came back, and I hope i have time to write all i can. On this document, is the rest of your life, your legacy. It is your soul that has been hidden from you. It is what your father wanted to give you since you were born. When you read this, i want you to follow in his steps, and lead the way for all our people, and fight for what is right. But fight for what you believe in, most of all, Jordan. Don't do anything that feels wrong. Go with your gut. But please; carry on your father's legacy, and make him proud. I can hear cars now...I love you Jordan, please don't forget that. Don't, ever.
Jordan looked once more at the officail looking paper. From the heading on it, it had something to do with changing one's name legally. Jordan looked it over, and found that Romilda had his name changed, and his new one was at the bottom, written in bold, blue ink. Jordan stood slowly, staring at it with pride. What did she mean by carrying on his father's legacy? lead the way for all our people? He had a guess as to what she meant. But right now, Jordan stared at what was his new name, and new life, from now on. It was the life he was meant to have, and it started now.
From that point on, Jordan had died, and Onyx was born.