Knightmare
Chapter 4
Merjuh University for higher learning
20th of September, 00:31 AM
*Corbin*
"Right!" Corbin announced, shutting his study books and yawning. The fennec pushed out his arms as he yawned, exaggerating his exhaustion. He pushed back his chair and stood up. Stretching out his skinny arms above his head, his bones cracked. "What's wrong? Can't learn your script?" Logan, Corbin's roommate chuckled. "O' Romeo, Romeo!" Corbin rolled his eyes at the bovine, "It's a music book, I'm trying to remember learn a few things." The fennec scowled, brushing back the tuft of cream fur which sat between his ears, it bounced back when he stopped touching it. "Don't get grumpy with me little fox. I'm only teasing." The bull, Logan, rolled his eyes. "I know. I know." Corbin mumbled as he moved towards his wardrobe and started stripping down. Logan instantly averted his eyes and bit his lower lip.
"Did you... get the stuff?" He asked awkwardly, sitting up from his desk own desk and moving to face the wall. For the past few hours, Logan had been playing video games on his computer and chatting up his lover interests. But a few hours ago, Logan had gone to do some laundry. He'd returned with a blush and a bulge, but when Corbin had asked he'd refused to speak about what had happened.
Corbin thought for a moment as he pulled off his jumper, then something clicked in his mind. "The packages?" Logan nodded. "Oh sorry. I... forgot to get them out of your mail box. I'll go get them now." Corbin smiled as he hurried out into the hallway before Logan could protest. He was only dressed in his night shorts, he usually stripped down to the nude when he was relaxing, but the presence of another male had made him at least keep some shorts on. Corbin had been wearing a jumper simply because he had started revising in the middle of disrobing, then he'd ended up stuck in the book.
Immediately upon entering the hallway, Corbin spied a white cat. The feline was looking out down the corridor at him. The cat shrugged his shoulders and went to go back inside when Corbin spoke. "Hey there!" He called as he walked down the corridor, he tried not to shout, but excitement got the best of him and he spoke louder than he should have. Covering his mouth, he burst out into giggles and began wagging his tail. Looking amused, the cat stopped and leaned on the door frame. He was wearing a grey baggy shirt and a pair of light blue boxers shorts that covered a quarter of his thighs. The cat gave a little wave of his forepaw and managed to smile slightly. Everything about him reminded Corbin of a special fur. "Great start Corbin." The fennec said to himself with pride.
"How are you?" Corbin asked when he got closer. He stayed an arms length away from him and kept his forepaws cupped over his crotch. "Tired, but fine. And you?" "Bored. What's your name?" Please be Shaun, Corbin thought. "Shaun." The cat smiled and held out his forepaw for a pawshake. "Corbin!" The fennec chirped, nearly squealing in delight and doing his best not to start cavorting. His own forepaw shot out like a rocket, he ardently shook Shaun's before returning it to its starting point.
"I'm just going to the mail boxes to grab a few things. What are you doing, starring down the corridor?" Corbin knew that the conversation was banal, but Shaun didn't look too fussed; he looked stressed. "I'm just looking for Jiyeon. I need to speak to him." An amusing joke clicked in Corbin's mind, hopefully Shaun would have a sense of humor. "I'd watch out for that one." Corbin winked, "He's gayer than a rainbow." Corbin joked, that was the only mistake he was allowed. Shaun scowled as if Corbin had just tried to suck him off, moved back into his room and slammed the door in one swift movement. Instantly the canine's ears flattened and his tail stopped wagging. "It was just a joke..." He mumbled, chagrined by his mistake. "Just like the last one."
Corbin moved down the corridor, head still hung. Fortunately for him, there was no fur in the common room, so no fur would ask him any questions regarding how he was feeling.Then again, any fur who knew Corbin would know that it was common for the fennec to be a depressed mope. He scanned the twenty mail boxes from left to right, they went in alphabetical order based on last names, so Logan's was before Corbin's.
'Logan Rowe' The boxes looked more like filling cabinets than actual mail boxes. Corbin opened Logan's green box and pulled out the package. It wasn't anything special; it was just a square cardboard box that probably contained magazines: sports magazines, regular magazines, fashion magazines, porn magazines, they could have been anything. Corbin wasn't really a big fan of porn, but he could imagine Logan being an advocate for it.
_'Corbin O'Connor' _Empty. Corbin sighed, he thought that he would have gotten a letter by now. Then again, there was one more week and three days before freshers fortnight was over, paving the way for university to start properly. He thought of every possibility, but one stood out. Maybe he just forgot about the deal the canine told himself. Corbin had done everything he promised, so why hadn't he?
The small, lithe canine went back to his room room unhurried, opened the door and handed the parcel over to Logan. The bull had been sitting on the edge of his bed, twiddling his thumbs and stomping his hooves with impatience. "Thank you!" Logan cried, launching off the bed and grabbing the parcel out of Corbin's hand. He went to rip it open, then stopped, looked at Corbin and bit his lip. "So are you going to bed now?" Logan asked. He said the words as if he was suggesting. "It's midnight. I'm tired. Of course I'm going to bed." Truthfully, Corbin had enough energy left to run into town, but he wanted to think about Shaun. "Don't be grumpy with me." Logan frowned.
"I'm not being grumpy!" Corbin half shouted. He shot Logan a spiteful look before the fennec got into bed and turned to face the wall. "Could you turn the lights off?" Logan scoffed, "After you gave me that attitude?" "Logan!" Corbin whined, "Grow the fuck up and turn the lights off. You can read your porn magazines with a flashlight." Logan balked, "Did you fucking open my mail?!" He howled at Corbin, throwing a harmless pencil at the back of the fennec's head. It bounced off of the wall making Corbin flinch. "No! You're just predictable like every guy in this university is. You're all obsessed with either whacking it off or scoring some."
"Oh! I'm sorry that we're not all asexual freaks who don't get boners. Are you sure that it's not E.D?" Logan smirked, happy with his insult. "Shut the fuck up!" Corbin cried. He climbed into bed and faced the wall. "What's wrong? Did I uncover the truth?" Logan leaned in towards Corbin, despite the fact that they were on opposite sides of the room. "No!" "Oh! I see." Logan said with a chuckle. "Being asexual is a cover up for wanting it up the ass again, isn't it?" "Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Corbin repeated, the desperation growing as he said the words again. "I'm not gay." "Don't try to lie Corbin. Everyfur in Ivia knows your story, it was plastered all over the news when it got out." Corbin stopped speaking and managed to look over his shoulder at Logan. His mouth was dry and for the first time in a good few years a look of terror had burrowed into his blue eyes.
"What's wrong, Fletcher?"
Line crossed. In one swift movement, Corbin was out of bed and over his desk with a wooden ornament in his forepaw. He flung it towards Logan, but all it did was strike the wall and then flop uselessly down the side of the bed. In shame and embarrassment, Corbin dived back under his bed sheets and curled up into a small ball. He pulled the quilt over his body to muffle the tears and to stop Logan from seeing his shaking. "Nice aim." Logan grumbled before he finally turned of the lights and got himself into bed.
With Logan's silence and his own thoughts, Corbin managed to slip into nightmare world within a few minutes.
* * * * *
"Shaun?" Corbin whispered quietly. The white cat responded with a grunt, but didn't open his eyes or even lift his head. Instead he kept his head resting on the pillow with his chin pointing to the ceiling. A goatee had formed on the tip of his chin, Shaun had clearly forgotten to clip himself. Then again, the cat rarely had time for self maintenance. Between work and finding a nearby place to camp out had proven to be stressful and time consuming. Thankfully, Shaun had given up on trying to stay hidden. "Are you still awake?"
"Yeah. I'm just trying to get a bit of thinking down before your parents catch us." The cat mumbled. He shuffled backwards and let Corbin ensconce his head between the wall and Shaun's head. He rubbed his chin on Shaun's shoulder and kissed the cat's neck. "You don't have to stay. You can go and come back in the morning, my Dad won't be as cranky if you catch him after breakfast." "But if I catch him after breakfast he'll have food to throw up." Shaun chuckled. "Shaun!" Corbin giggled.
"Why don't you go and commit some ablutions?" Shaun asked with a smirk, knowing that Corbin was too young to understand the last word. "Excuse me?" "Shower. Why don't you go and wash yourself? Not that you smell, but..." Shaun gestured to the sticky white mess that occupied both Corbin's tail hole and his belly. "Nah. That doesn't matter." Corbin replied, giving his stomach a rub. He didn't give one about having cum on his body or his forepaws. He was happy with his choices for once and as a bonus, he felt as if belonged on Shaun's lap.
"Really? I can probably explain our relationship to your family without getting killed, but the fact that I've been bare-backing with their fourteen year old son might not float." Shaun pointed out. "Especially when your dad catches wind." That was the problem with Corbin's dad, he was a chauvinist for keeping the country homophobic. His looks were always copacetic, he was adroit in anything that involved numbers and he was never despondent.
But Corbin knew that his father was sour. In Mr. O'Connor's mind, anyfur who was effeminate or foppish needed to be burned and the homophobic roots on which Ivia had been built needed to be embalmed. "They'll have to accept it. Having sex is a part of growing up. And I'm at the stage where most furs start experimenting. The only difference is that I've made up my mind." Corbin smiled with pride.
"Well that's good and all. But not everyfur will agree with your choices. Whether it's cisgender, heteroromantic, heterosexual or transgender, homoromantic, asexual. There are just some tailholes." "And you're saying that my parents are tailholes?" Corbin frowned. "Maybe not your mother, but your father?" Shaun trailed off. "Is that why you wanted to make out with him?" "He's a fennec. With soft fur. Wrapped in 400 pounds of muscle. He's a DILF if I ever saw one." Shaun chuckled.
Shaun's watch bleeped causing him to sigh. "Six o'clock, new year's day." Shaun stated. "Are you sure that your parents will..." "They always come to wake me up. They'll be here in just a minute. How are you going to explain it?" "I'll say it how it is. I'll say that I broke into their house by climbing through a window in order to cuddle with you because you've been feeling depressed. There's no point in leaving stuff out, that'll make them hate me even more." "I suppose that you're right."
Corbin was overcome with a frisson as he mind wandered onto thoughts of his parents. "I'm scared. I think that my Dad might try to kill you." Corbin whispered as he gave Shaun a peck. "Don't be absurd. He might hit me or rough me up, but even he must know that murder is a crime here. I'll be fine." Shaun said. Truth be told, neither of them knew what the outcome would be. But they both knew that there was a slim chance of it being positive.
That was what Corbin loved about Shaun. He was audacious and loyal. He knew that he could very well be beaten to near death for stepping paw on the lot, yet he insisted on remaining by Corbin's side. It was foolish, asinine, silly, stupid, unwise, gormless and the whole idea was thoughtless, but Shaun somehow remained boisterous. Corbin didn't understand, how could the cat be so sanguine?
Corbin heard something hit the corridor wall. "That was probably my Dad." Corbin whispered. The stairs creaked. "Good luck kiss?" Corbin asked with a hushed voice. Shaun let Corbin lock lips with him, knowing that they were both utterly fucked. Corbin knew that even if Shaun wasn't in the room, his family would consider him abhorrent for the rest of his life. When Corbin's father opened the door to his bedroom, Corbin's first and last halcyon ended.
Corbin lost track of the amount of exams he had to face. 'Ample' would be the best word to describe what he was being subjected to. Or perhaps 'an inundation' would be a better way of portraying Corbin's life after he'd been caught. Either way, Corbin felt like his life had been transformed into one that was filled with incessant tests. School exams were bad enough, but weekly mental exams along with physical exams made him want to jump in front of a truck. He hated all of it. School exams made him stress, mental exams made him worry and physical exams made him cry. He didn't like the feeling of somefur elses finger poking around his tailhole.
"I'm just checking for prostate cancer." His doctor would tell him or "I'm just checking for any ruptures." Corbin had wanted to scream at him that they'd been smart enough to use lube, but he knew that somewhere in the room there was kind of audio recorder to pick up anything important he might say. Aside from that, he was given just about every physical exam the doctor could do. All because of one night and an over protective set of parents.
A month passed and all the physical exams stopped. No more doctors touching him. No more quizzes about his lifestyle, that were always centered around if he'd been sexually active since the 'rape.' No more vital sign checks that were completely unnecessary. No more stethoscopes being pressed onto his body. The male exclusive exams were the worst. Apparently doctors didn't give a shit about age or anxiety, Corbin's doctors would simply tell him to drop his pants and then they'd start touching. Fortunately there was a good outcome. Corbin had been on the verge of tears when he opened up the text he'd been sent. There had only been a few words, but they'd brought more joy than a carnival. 'Negative' was the one that stood out.
Then the speeches had started. Endless speeches against sex and love coming from anyfur who was important to Corbin. It took the remainder of the year for asexuality to be hammered into his mind. Finally, everything stopped until Corbin hit sixteen. That was when the monitoring started. Valentines day didn't exist in the O'Connor house and if Corbin ever decided to go out with friends, a family member would be stalking them the whole way. Parties and other fur's houses were strictly off limit for Corbin. That carried on until Corbin left the house.
When he hit seventeen the worst news came in the form of his father coming home nearly skipping. "They caught the bastard." He said. Shaun had ran off the night they'd been caught together. Corbin's father had started throwing things and then he'd charged down the corridor to call the police. Then Shaun had left through the window, but only after Corbin told him to. The police hadn't been able to find him and Corbin was sure that Shaun would be safe, but apparently he was wrong.
Everything from then on became a tornado of police, courts and lawyers. The most memorable was, of course, the first and last time Corbin and Shaun appeared in court. Corbin had been sitting near to the back with his mother whilst his father stood up front with his lawyer in an attempt to get Shaun jailed. Everyfur who had been in the house that night was sat with Corbin's father, aside from Corbin himself and his mother. Shaun was alone, apart from his lawyer who was doing next to nothing. It was unfair on Shaun. No witness to help him and a crappy lawyer VS a hand full of witnesses and a lawyer that was arguably one of the best in the country.
Corbin could remember everything clearly. It repeated itself in his mind whenever he thought about Shaun,
There was a silence pulled across the court. No fur dared to utter a word without permission, they didn't even shuffle their paws. Corbin had been dreading every second of it, but finally the jury and judge had entered the room for the second time. Everyfur stood up. The judge and jury sat down. Everyfur else sat down. A wolverine spoke, "Will the foreman please stand." An elderly fox stood up. "Will you please face the prisoner at the bar?" The fox turned to face Shaun. "Please answer my first question. Have you reached a verdict at which you are all agreed?" "Yes." "Do you find the prisoner, Shaun Fletcher, guilty or not guilty of rape?" "Guilty." No fur was surprised, everyfur stayed quiet, but Corbin knew that everyfur in the room (except for himself and Shaun) were thankful that 'the pedophile child rapist' was finally being sent down to prison. "You find the prisoner guilty, and that is the verdict of you all?" "Yes."
The wolverine turned to look at Shaun. "Shaun Fletcher you stand convicted of rape. Have you anything to say why sentence should not be past according to the law?" Shaun remained silent, he continued to look down at his feet. Finally the judge spoke, "Shaun Fletcher, I sentence you to be detained in strict custody for life." The two, the judge and Shaun stared each other down as the withered wolf took a moment to breath. "Take him down." The policeman who had been standing by Shaun took him by the arm and took him down a flight of stairs. That was the last time Corbin his love.
*Shaun*
Shaun was already hating the solitary he'd been given. He wasn't exactly a big fan of Luke, but he wanted somefur to speak to. He wanted somefur to console in, all because of a stupid nightmare. Most of the nightmare hadn't happened, but he knew that it could very well be the case. He didn't know which was worse, the sex? The pregnancy? Or who he'd gotten pregnant? All of it stressed him out more and more, yet somehow the memory of his nightmare had been giving him a painful erection.
It was wrong, jerking off to what he'd imagined. But a voice in his head was telling him to do it, to enjoy himself and hopefully forget his worries until the morning. On the other hand, for the past three months he hadn't even been able to get a boner, so why waste the opportunity? Then his thoughts fell onto the scene that had played out in front of him earlier. He'd gotten hard when he'd set eyes on the couple.
He thought about how it could have ended. What would have happened if Jiyeon hadn't stopped Luke? Was the wolf really going to strangle Shaun into submission? What if Shaun hadn't opened the door, would they have gone all the way? Would Shaun had reached his own climax? What if he'd let Jiyeon kiss him. The last one was the most interesting. He'd never kissed his own gender before, not even his own father. By the time Blake and Conan came into his life, Shaun was fairly homophobic, so kissing was something he'd never allowed.
Shaun got out of the bed and looked down at himself, he was naked completely having stripped down a few minutes ago. He saw that his erection was still going strong, "Shame on me..." Shaun chuckled to himself as he gave his cock a poke. The cat was still sensitive, so the touch sent a chill over his body. He liked how it made him feel. He gave his dick a few more touches, ones that progressively became stronger until each poke made his dick bounce. Shaun thought for a moment. He'd locked the door when he came back in after speaking to Corbin, he was alone in his room, he could easily clean up and his boner had been annoying him for the past few hours, so why waste the opportunity?
With a skip, Shaun pushed out of bed and turned on his laptop. He tapped on the wooden desk as he waited, his erection became stronger as he thought about the dirty act he was about to commit. Typing 'porn' into his search bar with one forepaw, he gave himself a well deserved rub with the other. His breathing had already become heavy and he was feeling a warmth of lust. The search results were the average ones, 'Fuck a fox!' was the first and then it flattened out into 'Free porn XXX 16's+ only!' Fuck a fox was generally every fur's first choice, hundreds of genres and thousands of voluptuous babes 'waiting to be bred' as the site put it. Obviously, Shaun clicked on it.
His eyes were subjected to a selection of videos and adult orientated ads. "No strings attached!" He closed the pop up and scanned the list quickly,
'Busty mom sucks three dicks!'
'Suckin', fuckin' and cluckin!'
'Porn star Sashan DP!'
He clicked on the latter. "Meet single mom-"
He was faced with a female chicken with a good rack taking a 7" into her beak. Shaun felt a tingle and started to stroke himself more. It was P.O.V, so Shaun could clearly see the chicken's eyes. They were full of fake love. He skipped ahead to a point where she was beginning to deep throat the cock. But as more and more of the cock disappeared into her beak, Shaun started to get bored and his erection stared to go back into his sheath. He found every last porn video he clicked on monotonous. He clicked away onto a different video, he didn't read the title; he just wanted a quick burst of pleasure to get himself to calm down. This porn flick happened to be a lesbian one. Shaun watched for a while, they ate each other out, fucked with straps on and squirted, but Shaun wasn't interested at all. He repeated with other lesbian porn videos, again his arousal waned until an inch or two of his cock had gone back into his sheath.
Desperate for something to arouse him, Shaun randomly clicked on a video without reading the title. What he saw got him blushing. There were two wolves who both looked like Luke. They were both hunks and were hung like horses. The dom was swinging his rod around, rubbing it onto the sub's muzzle and making his bitch gasp. He felt another tingle and soon realized that his mouth had been hanging open. He shut his mouth tight and went to turn off his laptop when he saw that the two were starting to get into it.
Now the sub was licking down the cock, giving it a coating of saliva. It reminded him of what Jiyeon had done with Luke. Feeling more aroused Shaun decided that it was probably best if he just whacked off. After all, what was so gay about blowjob porn?
Shaun looked down at his cock as he began to masturbate. His left arm was hanging over the side of his chair and his legs were stretched under the desk. He gave himself a stroke, base to tip, and then turned the stroke into a pinch when his forepaw rolled off of his cock. It felt good to have rough paw pads stroking his length._ 'I bet that Jiyeon's good with his forepaws...'_ Shaun thought. For once, the porn looked genuine; the noises weren't too fake and their expressions looked natural.
Shaun checked the clock on his laptop, 1:04 AM, he needed to wrap up soon and hit the hay. With every stroke of his cock, he spread more and more pre onto his length. He tensed every time he ran his forepaw across his cock and grunted when his curled fist bumped into his sheath. He didn't need the porn to jerk off, but he always found that his orgasms were a lot stronger when he watched porn. Despite being gay porn, Shaun was finding it easy to get off to the sight of a wolf sucking dick. Yet he needed something else to bring about a better orgasm.
For a moment, he paused the video and stopped touching himself. He looked around Luke's side of the room, hoping to find a fleshlight or something else he could put around his dick. He started to dig under Luke's bed, pulling out this and that until he found a toy. It wasn't what he was looking for, but he'd always wondered what a dildo felt like.
It was molded to look like a canine's cock and was somewhere between 4 and 5 inches, so even a virgin like Shaun could take it without suffering too much. The color of it was a vibrant candy red at the tip, but as it reached the knot it became a violent purple. He reached and took it along with a bottle of lube he had spied earlier.
Anxiously, he sat down on his own bed and applied a copious amount of lube onto the dildo. Then he slapped his tailhole with some. The cold feeling nearly made up yowl in surprise, but he managed to stifle the cry before it got out. Shaun lay down, legs up to the ceiling and spread slightly. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest. He was already so close to cumming all over his body, so the feeling of firm plastic pushing its way into his colon made him whimper. He didn't even pump himself with it, as soon as it was inside his body caved in.
His cathood tensed and spurted a plethora of thick white cream into his fur. It came out in powerful jets, each one splashing onto his upper chest. In fear, Shaun shut his eyes tight and bit his tongue as the powerful orgasm over came him. He dropped his legs down onto the bed and eased the dildo out of his ass. He checked the alarm clock that sat on the beside table, '1:06.' Shaun was shocked by the time. Two minutes to cum?
He blushed under his fur and looked between his legs at the dildo. He pulled the toy a little closer to his tailhole and then let it slip inside again. Once more he gasped, bit his lip and tried not to moan as he was pushed apart. Stopping at about 3 inches in, Shaun rolled over onto his stomach, so that the dildo wouldn't fall out and roll off somewhere it wouldn't be found. Finding that he was becoming more and more somnolent, he pulled a pillow under his face and relaxed.
He gave a pleasured sigh as he drifted off to sleep, he could get used to the feeling of having his tailhole stuffed.
Thanks for reading!
Eh, this isn't my best works, but I've been tired and ill recently, so I just thought it put this one out. As always, please tell me if you find any mistakes. :) I'm expecting that there will be a few mistakes towards the end, but no matter! Bye!