An Ever-Churning Ache
Note: First story so please forgive me for the lack of linebreaks and any other mistakes. I'm having some techincal issues.
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"Hey! Wake up sleepy head!"
The sudden voice startled me, then I realized it was only my sister waking me for school. She was a cream colored rabbit about 5'9". I myself was a 6'4" gray scaled reptile/dragon, that, despite my height was fairly light and not all that strong. I try to make up for my lack of strength with intelligence. I glanced at my sister standing in my doorway and recalled her ever-annoying wake-up call.
It was only a harmless gesture on her part but it stirred an ever-churning ache inside of me. Ever since I noticed it, it has grown. It's gotten so bad lately that I'm bordering on desperate now, but what do you, whoever dares to hear this story, care? Hoping for some kind of exciting coming of age tale, or some lusty encounter, I assume. Well so am I.
"Are you going to get up anytime soon? You're going to be late you know."
" Yeah, yeah, I know. Just let me get ready and I'll be down in a minute, Katie."
She turned around and left at that, unsatisfied. She has plenty of time with me today though, so she'll get her chance. It is kind of impossible to escape your sister the same age as you in 9th grade. The reason we're the same age is not because we're twins. Sadly I was adopted by Tradens before I could remeber. Before they decided to tell me that I was adopted I had already figured out I was. They told me when I was about 11, which I think is a strange age to do that. Then they just left me alone (they are good parents I just think that was a bad choice). Apperently I was a lot more mentally stronger than they thought.
Enough of that for now though. I mentally prepared myself for the shitstorm that was going to ensue today. The jocks have been acting up for some reason lately and I decided to say something to them. Worst idea I've had for a while and now I have a afterschool date with Ryan Allen. He is a 6', 180 pound tiger with the usual colorings that screamed cliche jock. I threw on some pants and a shirt on my long, skinny, scaled body then grabbed the binder laying on the floor in my room.
After my daily ritual for skipping breakfast I got on the bus along with my sister. She sat with her regular crowd and I usually sat anywhere no one else was sitting. No such luck today. Actually the only seat that was open was the one next to Racheal Gibson. She was about 5'7" feline with white fur with a cheery personality, but her popularity deemed her forbidden to me. She wore a short, dark-colored skirt with a regular pink T-shirt. She was one that I occasionally fantasize about. The downside of that occasional fantasy is that it makes talking to her more difficult than it should be (mind you that I am an introvert that has never really been genuinely touched by a member of the oppisite gender).
I sat down next to her and tried to not look at her to spare both of us an awkward conversation, but sadly to no avail.
"Hi Rax, I heard about you and Ryan. What are you going to do about him."
I calmly took the situtation as gently as I can so that I don't have to talk more than the absolute minimum and relpied with "I asked myself that today and to be honest, I don't know ." With that I might be able to change the subject at least. Anything to avoid the possiblity of others hearing it and spreading gossip about the fight around.
"Hmmm... I guess you're right. I wouldn't know either. But did you hea-" She was cut off as the bus stopped and everyone lurched forward. I was sitting closest to the aisle and took my chance to leave. After I was a good distance away from her I relaxed a little. God... that conversation felt like a short, but fierce battle, however it's over and I can slack through the rest of the day. First hour was simple enough, just sit in my chair in the back and wait for the bell to ring. I didn't have anybody to talk to in this class nor any of my other morning classes. I was a good enough student to comprehend the lesson in seconds and ace the worksheet or test whenever I got one.
The next two classes went pretty much the same way. Science, history, and math aren't worth my undivided attention in the morning, espcially today, lunch, however, was much more interesting. To start I passed by a group of some dragons when one decided to walk right into my path. He was slightly shorter than me but was built like a tank. He had red scales and a green mop of hair.
" Move it lizard!" he said as he bumped into me
I obediently moved out of the way and pondered the rather strange situation reguarding my species. At first glance I look like a lizard with dark gray scales but I have a very draconic head (no horns though). Then if you take a took at my personality I lack any kind of aggresive attitude like the other dragons. Instead of being accepted by both dragons and lizards I am rejected by both cliques. I sat down and realized that I forgot my lunch at home. I didn't have any money to buy some from the school, so I would have to go without today.
I mused about how depressing today is and how much worse it is going to get after school when I saw my sister walking with her lunch tray up to my barren table.
" Hey! Forgot your lunch, I see."
" Yeah..." I said with a sigh.
" I want to talk to you about something..."
" What is it?" I replied with a somewhat caring tone.
" I heard about the fight and I don't want to get in trouble." I probably should have seen that
coming and instead of keeping my cool I lost it, for a second at least.
" Well what do you want to do, huh? I can't just leave, I can't fight him, and I'm not going to tell like a little bitch!" I began panting as my head filled with thoughts of rage and fury that had been welling up inside me.
" Calm down, please. I'm only trying to help." Another obvious response.
I left before she finished her sentence and headed into a large crowd to avoid her from following me. That worked, but I ran into someone worse than my sister.
" Faggot, you better stay here after school so I can kick your ass."
Damn, Ryan a still hasn't forgot about the fight. I was actualy hoping that he wasn't serious yesterday and was just trying to humilate me. Might as well mouth off to him now since I'm still going to get it no matter what.
" Yeah I remember, now that is settled how about you shut the fuck up an-" That's all I could say before his fist entered my mouth. I fell backwards and landed hard on my side while managing to bounce my head off the ground at the same time. The pain strangely didn't hurt though, the embarrasment of being laid out in front of people I know hurt me much more.
" Just a little taste of later." And with that he took off followed by some of his friends/goons. The crowd that had formed around us gathered closer to me.
" Is he okay?" I heard the racoon closest to me ask.
" Yeah, I'll be fine..." As the words escaped my mouth so did some blood that had pooled up in my mouth. That was probably a terrible lie but everyone took my word for it and began to disperse. Well, except for one. My vision was a little blurred but I already knew who it was.
"What did you do?" My sister asked in a tone that sounded like a mix of curiosity and concern.
I didn't want to talk, not because of the pain talking would cause though, and luckily I didn't need to because the bell rang seconds after the question. I left her there with an open mouth and a mind full of worry. Fourth hour was mainly filled with question like "What happened?" and "What did you do?" I had my fill of that quickly and stopped talking altogether. So far today was very unusual because generally nobody dares talk to me, but there's no stopping this ever-snowballing situtation now.
Fifth hour came and passed in the same fashion as did fourth hour. I entered my sixth hour class (which was Spanish) and met some familiar faces from earlier today. There was my sister, Racheal, and Ryan. When I entered the room I saw Ryan talking loudly to the two friends he had in the class and Katie talking to Racheal. I caught a break when Ryan didn't catch me walking into the room and sat in my seat next two probably the only friend I had in school,
" Bout time I saw you today. Where were you?"
" Hi to you too, Ayare," noting the seriousness in his voice.
" Seriously, I've been hearing all these things today and I don't know what to make of it."
" I haven't been anywhere today, just been laying low today. Ryan is keeping his promise from yesterday."
" Really? Sucks for you." He replied with a slight chuckle
" I know. But nothing I can do now, right?" Then before he could and some kind of smart-ass comment the teacher request that he go to the office for some kind of appointment.
As he was packing up his stuff to leave the class he said, " Good luck man." and I that time he wasn't trying to be funny. I watched him leave the class and saw that Racheal was staring at me. Our eyes met for a moment before she turned he head quickly in embarrasment. Even after she turned away I still held me gaze upon her contemplating what she was doing. For the moment that split second I saw something in her eyes that I, for the life of me, could not put me finger on.
My mind drifted around in a scarlet haze as the class progressed. I was completely lost as my mind wandered, luckily the teacher didn't catch me. Halfway into the class I saw Ryan trowing some dirty stares at me ensuring I don't forget about him. That brought me back into the classroom and out of whatever weak, feeble bliss I was enjoying. I decided to work on my english poem since it was due tomorrow.
I began writing down some thought I had going through my head and sort through it later to see if anything I wrote was decent. "Darkness, you beast of burden, who carries upon himelf the horrors and monstrosities that the petty others dare not touch, when will your struggle end and put the gods that wiegh you down with thier atrocities in a never-ending torture to atone for their arrogance and insolence." I took a moment to pause and glance over my writing. As I was writing I felt a powerful force inside of my struggling to manifest my hate in any way I can. Even if it was an overdramatic and short piece of writing it made me feel sightly better to release myself in this way. It was quiet and rather easy to do. Release... It reminded me of the other kind, intimate, physical release. I don't think I could ever or would ever have the chance for it. Love either eludes me or I elude it. Even then I don't think I would have the strength to expose myself fully to another and let them be so intimate with me. Rarely am I ever intimate with myself, let alone another. If someone was ever to pass through those barriers they would find a emotionaly broken indivual that great fury churing just under the surface.
And like that class was over. One more hour until the beatdown of my life. Actually today was Wednessday, so it was slighty shorter than others, therefore I had less than an hour to enjoy being able to walk and not limp at the same time. Strangely enough the only person I really knew in seveth hour was Racheal and I decided I was going to confront her about what happened earlier. I walking into the class and surveyed the room but couldn't find her. She must be at the student council meeting. Son of a bitch. Guess I'm going to have to sit through class alone just like the rest of the time. I might have a chance to see her right after school if the fight doesn't get in the way. At some point during class I looked around the room and saw the anxious faces of everyone in the room, besides myself.
Time seemed to slow due to my dread. Every moment an eternity that I somehow suffer through only to endure dozens more. Every second my pulsed with not fear but with uncertainty, since I don't fear the future, only dread the pain and anguish that I will bear. The bell rang, and my heart nearly exploded. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I made outside to the place where Ryan goes to skip class. As he came into my view, so did I into his.
"Well look who decided to show, everyone. Ready to get this on, pussy boy?"
Except for the small chuckle that escaped my mouth because of his lame-ass insult, I said nothing.
" Not talking, huh? Well good because the only thing I want to hear is you scream.
I charged him but darted left before I ran into him. He swung and missed, that was when I latched onto his arm with my hands and dug my claws deep into him. He reeled in pain for a moment before charging me at full force. I shifted left clothes-lined him with my left arm. That didn't hurt him as much as it hurt my arm but I had a good grip on him. I used that to slam his back into a wall. The back of his head hit the wall hard. After that I backed away looking at what I had done. He must of hit his head hard because he slid down the wall with his back until he was sitting on the ground against the building. He had a expression of pure pain on his face.
I wanted to leave it at that, so I stated walking away, but Ryan would have none of it.
" Get back here fucker, I'm not done with you," he screeched.
That was when one of his goons tackled me from behind. It brought me to the ground and before I could get back up I was surrounded. All at one they started beating on me. I endured the devastating kicks to the side and to my head, the crushing stomps to my stomach and chest, and the rapid blows to the head. Soon I blacked out, surrounded by ill intentions.
It must been about ten minutes before I regained conciousness. I flipped onto my stomach and tried to push myself up enough so I could get up. Unfortunately I couldn't even move my arms without terrible pain. I would have to get up though because there isn't anyone to help me. Then I would have to hobble home because I obviously missed the bus. I managed to get up but I had to hold my side because of the immense pain. I started to head in the direction of my house when I noticed that someone was standing to the right of me. I whipped around but regretted it as my side exploded in pain.
" Hhhuunnggrr... Katie? What are you doing here. I thought you left."
" Katie? What are you talking about? Are you really hurt that bad?"
Apperently my blurred vision has betrayed me. If it wasn't Katie who could it be? After all she was the only one that cared about me, right? I strained my vision at the source of the feminine voice and saw Racheal, standing there looking at me with great concern.
" Racheal? What... what are you doing here?" I said before another wave of pain washed over me.
" I'm here for you. Are you okay?"
" I can walk, that's about it."
" How far away is your house? Can you make it there?
That's when I realized that I'm going to have to limp about a mile across town before I can rest. It's like my internal organs are exploding with every step I take. There's no way I'm going to make it a block without passing out.
" I don't think I can ugghhh... make it." The relentless pain grows stronger every second in me. I won't make it much longer just standing without something to help, pain pills, rest, anything.
" Well, you can come over to my house, it's only a block that way," and she pointed east.
" Okay, thanks. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here." Probably the most sincere thing I've said for a while. Instead of repling she just stared into my eyes. My sapphire eyes locked with her deep emerald eyes. It was such an instant connection. since after all this time the distance between us was only an inch. Then she closed the little distance between us now and her muzzle and my snout met with a moment of shaking passion. I pulled back only see her beautiful face then back again to the passionate kiss. The pain that had subsided returned forcing me back from her. She noticed me pain and suggested we get moving.
After the the agonizing walk only made better by having someone to cliong to before I fall over in cripppling pain we arrived at her house. I was a white two story house with a large wrap around porch. The driveway adjacent to the house was empty but did not ensure that nobody was home. Curious to find the answer I asked. " Is anyone home?" If thier was it would be extremely awkward to have a total stranger bloodied and bruised walk into their home.
" Nope, parents are at work and my brother is at the football game this afternoon." Then she looked at me with her eyes and saw her intentions. I was hesitant when she started guiding me to her door.
" What's wrong?" I made my decision there and followed her through her front door. She accepted my wordless answer. She showed me into the living room and the couch I could rest on. I flopped onto the leather couch. If felt good just to lay down, but, as I assumed, Racheal had a little more in store for me than just rest. It was quite obvious in her eyes, yet she tried to mask it. I closed my eyes and relaxed on the comfortable couch. I heard Racheal shifting to the left of me. I opened my eyes to see what was going on and saw that she was kneeling next to me so that we were both at eye level.
She put her hand on my chest and asked " How are you feeling?"
" I'm a lot better now. And thanks for letting me come here." The earth shattering sincerity that I felt gave me an air of something I've never felt before. All I could do was smile at Racheal. She returned with her own and with a slight blush. The heavy ache evaporated from my heart as she rested her head on my beaten chest. I took my hand and rubbed the back of her head. She murred loudly and returned the favor by climbing a little more on top of me, but not enough to antagonize any of my fresh brusies. I sat up in a more upright position and began to slowly lick at her furred neck with my forked reptilian tongue. She took notice of the gentle lapping and buried her head in my right shoulder. She inhaled deeply trying to take the very little scent I had. The small amount didn't satisfy her, instead it made her crave more of my elusive musk.
I could hear her say " You're perfect." under her breath. Her head drifted lower on my body near my crotch. I watched her move slowly down my body and shifted uncomfortably as our intimacy grew. She unbuttoned my pants and reached under my underwear feeling my scaled sheath. She looked back up at me as if she was asking for approval. Truth was she could do anything to me, despite my uncertainty. I nodded and she pulled my pants down to my mid thighs. She stared at my exposed sheath and balls. She inhaled more of the scent she craved.
Then she started teasing my swelling sheath until my deep flesh-red member began sliding out of my sheath. Then an unfamiliar sound reached me. It was a low rumbling, coming from outside. That could only mean one thing. I looked at Racheal and she must have realized that sound could only be her dad pulling into their driveway. Her eyes dialated with fear, and she had good reason to do so. Her dad was not kindly to say the least. That was probably the understatement of the century. And then to walk in on his precious daughter with only a tall reptile for a friend, that he has never met, would probably elicit a reaction the equivelent of a nuke going off. That's only a rough guess though.
Andrenaline began flooding my veins. I pulled my pants up, zipped and buttoned them, and made my way up her stairs in only four steps. I took the stairs because her father was practically inside the house by the time I was up off the couch. I whipped around the corner at the top of the staircase and was confronted with a hallway that was about the width of the house. Luckily there was a window at the end of the hallway. With feet as light as feathers my digitgrade feet bounced quickly off the floor sending me quickly towards the window. My fingers found their way to the latch and opened the window as fast as possible. I crawled through the rather small opening and found myself on the roof. I knew what I had to do. The house felt much higher than it actually was but nothing would stop in my adrenaline fueled rush. I leaped at the street, completely flying over the small yard and sidewalk. I brought my legs close to me in mid-air and raised my arms above my head. I landed hard on my feet. While taking in the impact I sprung my legs, propelling me forward. Using my hands to avoid bashing my head on the pavement I rolled across my back. As I rolled I had my legs ready so when I finished I would roll on to my feet. I threw a last glance at the house and saw Racheal through the window standing looking at me dumbfounded.
Then with the greatest the speed I could muster I bursted forth down the the street. Luckily Racheal's house was the second to last on the street. I turned the corner cutting into someone's yard slightly. I never stopped running until I was about halfway across town in the unlikely case someone was following me. My adrenaline cloud had lifted and I knew I was in deep shit. Then my injuries hit me tenfold. The pain was unbearable at the least. All I could manage was a weak limp. Then something completely unexpected happened. A white stratus pulled up next to me. A familiar head poked out of the passenger side.
" Rax? The hell? Get in now" She raised her oversized sunglasses as if in disbelief.
" Love you too, sis." I honestly felt like walking the rest of the way but the car was too tempting. I crawled into the back seat next to one of Katie's friends. She was vixen. That was all I cared to notice. The driver was Katie's boyfriend, Derek. He was a black panther with red T-shirt and jeans. I only noticed because he was the only person I dared to look at in the car. The others I honestly didn't care for at the moment. Kaite for obvious reasons and her friend seemed like the 'I don't care what you think so stop looking at me' kind of person. Derek took a moment for a quick once over of me then went back to driving. Before Katie could start her overbearing sister act I had already passed out due to exhuastion and partly because I wanted to.
When I came to it was dark and my sister was dragging my across the lawn. I didn't feel like getting up but I didn't want Katie to stretch my shirt.
" Okay, okay I'm up. Geeze..." After I said so she abruptly let go and let my head hit the soft lawn. Even the gentle bump made my head throb, but I wasn't going to show it. I made my way into the house while my sister went up to the second floor of the house. I saw that our parents had left us a note. I picked it up and examined it.
" Went out to have a nice dinner. Won't be back until ten. Enjoy your time alone."
"Heh, time alone. I wish." Incapable of performing the simple task of fixing food for myself I decided to go to bed. Before leaving the kitchen I glanced at the clock. 9:36 p.m.
" Wow, I am such partier. Whoo." I said making a terrible joke. I dragged myself up the stairs, through the door on the left, and finally on my bed that I didn't bother to make earlier today. I lifted my shirt off but that was all I could manage before submitting to the comfortable bed. As my head hit the pillow I had already began recalling the events that had conspired that day. Especially when I was at Racheal's house. I could feel myself getting hard just thinking about it. It stabbed hard against the sheets. I enjoyed the sweet pressure and drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.