A brother's need.
Short story. Contains bullying, love, and a need for understanding.
02/08/2009 @ 13:13
"Heh, What ya gonna do now? Cry for mommy?" The bully sniggered, raising a brown fist to strike another student in the chest. The other furre wuffed as the force behind the blow crushed the air out of his lungs, leaving him gasping for breath. Glittering green and blue eyes peeked out of a black mask upon white facial fur as the victim blinked back tears. The two that were holding him up were supposed to be his friends. It looked like the only one that cared about him was him.
"Just do what you need to do before my sister gets here. I can take whatever you dish out, but I don't want you saying that I cried to my sister." Soft words, almost inaudible. The dappled brown horse morph paused for a moment.
"Eh? What did you say my little bitch? You want to try anal?" Warren froze, as did the two holding him.
"Hey, you didn't say nothing about sex, you just said to hold him while you beat the crap out of him." The one to his right said something else, underneath his breath. It sounded oddly like 'I knew it.'
The bully looked up at the guy that spoke up. "You hold him or you're next." The grip upon Warren's left arm loosened. It was just enough. With a twist and a pull, Warren yanked his left arm out of his "friend's" grip. A couple steps and he yanked his right hand out of his other "Friend's" grip. Then he was running, around the back of the school towards the front of the building. It was after school, but if he could just get to the front of the building, they wouldn't dare do anything in front of witnesses. Warren heard a car pulling out of the front parking lot. Warren's skunk tail waved up and down as he ran for the front of the school. Heart pounding, he could hear the others racing up behind him. A few more seconds. A few more seconds and he'd be safe. The corner of the school was ahead of him, he put his left foot down at the corner, using it to turn the corner without tripping himself. As he turned the corner, he ran full into someone. The contact was bad, he ran full into someone who was completely stationary. Their tail went into his face as he fell backwards. Warren felt like he'd just run into a rubber wall.
"Get 'im!" Warren heard the cry, heard the glee and the rage. He closed his miss matched eyes as they ran closer, cursing the person that had stopped his freedom.
" You shits lay one finger on my brother and I'll show you what pain is!" No way. Warren opened his eyes to see someone standing above him, fists raised and ready to kill. Three times his size and muscle strength, Tina wasn't someone anyone would want to mess with. The horse, and the two raccoons that were no longer his friends, stopped dead as Tina made her presence known. Tina was strong enough to beat guys almost twice her body weight in a wrestling match. Warren was in grade nine while Tina was in eleven. " Get away from my brother now!" Warren blinked. He'd never heard that level of threat come from her before.
The horse held up his hands in supplication. "Hey, c'mon Tina baby, I wasn't gonna do nothing to the guy, we were just playing."
Warren rolled over onto his knees and slowly got up, carefully backstepping behind his big sister. Tina's own mismatched eyes met his, they roamed over his body, noting dirt, scrapes, and the traces of blood upon his roughed up school uniform. "Warren, get in the car, the keys are in the usual place. My ex and I have a few things to discuss." Warren looked up at the towering expanse that was supposedly his blood related sister.
"I can handle this myself Tina."
Tina raised a single white eyebrow at this unexpected defiance. Looking down to her younger brother she said one word. " Move." Warren ducked his head down low and away from her gaze. His nimble black hands with their small claws unzipped her left sock, withdrawing the car keys. "Git." Tina jerked her head in the direction of the school's front parking lot and Warren left at a jog.
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Warren had been sitting inside his sister's car for fifteen minutes. He was buckled and everything, his right hand keeping the belt off of his chest so that a bruise could form underneath his fur. There came a chink chink chink as claws tapped upon his window. Looking up, Warren's black mask met Tina's white one. Winding down the window he passed over the car keys to her. As she walked around to the left hand driver's side, he thought again about the impossibility that was his sister. She was his complete opposite. He was male, she was female. He was skimpy, she worked out. He had a small frame, she had a naturally large one. Younger - Older, Quiet - Loud, She read comics, he thought about poetry, novels, and about how to make a romantic novel. Looking over as she opened the door and sat down, he added fur colouring to the list. They both had raccoon like markings, but were undeniably skunks. He had a black mask past his eyes, a single dark stripe going down his nose. His face and head were covered in white fur, except for the top inch or so of his ears which were pitch black. From his clawtips to his shoulders were covered in dark fur. That's where the normal plain colours of black and white ended. The rest of him was black, but there were white spirals, smoke trails, and ripples through his dark fur. It was strange, because he remembered being almost fully black when he was four or five, then he woke up one day and looked like this.
Warren looked up to Tina's face. Her white mask upon her black face had given her alot of trouble at school. Then apparently when he'd gone to school, she had been teased even worse. One of the cheetah girls she used to hang out with even went so far as to say they matched each other perfectly. That was before she said something about Tina and him that had lit Tina's fury.
"What happened?" Warren blinked. Tina was looking at him, left arm upon the steering wheel, right hand outstretched, almost touching his face. The reaction was automatic, he raised his left arm and swatted her hand away, backing away into the door of the car. Tina's eyes showed a flash of pain before she turned around in her seat, starting her little honda up. "I only ask because you look real bad. That and because I'm always having to look after you." Tina looked over her shoulder and slowly reversed the car, backing out onto the road before sticking it in first gear and driving home. "So what was Gregory doing today? Did he pull a knife or something?" Warren shook his head, staring out the window at the outside world, a world in which he'd never fit in.
"Well?" Warren ignored her, simply trying to wrestle with his depression. From day one he'd been picked on, spat on, beaten up, robbed. Just because he was light and quick. He had some strength, but it was all needed muscle, not built upon by hard work. For some reason, even when he tried to work out, his muscle structure never built up. A wellspring of despair opened up within his mind, before he shut and nailed it down. The first and only other skunk girl he'd asked out had looked at him, and laughed in his face. Of course he hadn't taken the outright rejection well. He'd shut himself in his room for three days, before finally coming out and going to the toilet, bathing, and eating again. For a full week he'd been on auto pilot, going to school, doing home and school work, doing what he was told without complaint. The thing that had finally gotten through to him was coming home one day to witness Tina crying. She'd been sitting at the kitchen table crying when he'd gone through the front door. Tina was the strong one, she never cried, always fought with both hands. He'd broken himself and shoved his despair aside. Hugging his sister he'd left for his room where he'd stripped and gotten into bed without doing his work. The next day it felt like he'd been in a dream for several months.
Sighing, Warren looked out the window as Tina drove her car up the right hand fork of their parent's driveway. They were lucky enough to have parents that earned lots of cash, but the side effect was that they were both distant from their lives. Popping his door he got out, grabbed his bag from the foot of the car, and trudged his way up the inclined driveway. The sound of Tina's door closing and her quick steps behind him made him hurry just that little bit faster to the door. He waited at the overly ornate wood and glass door as Tina jiggled the keys to locate the one for the front door. Finding it, she pushed it into the deadbolt keeping the door locked firmly in place. A twist and a click, and Tina turned the knob, opening the door to a home that was cold and unwelcoming. Warren waited for Tina to enter before enterring himself, carefully closing the door and heading up the white staircase to his room. Tina was only a few steps behind him, her school dress rubbing against her fur. He turned left and she followed him. He was reaching for his door before he noticed that she was following him. He turned, his expression tearful but neutral as well. She was standing behind him, her school bag most likely at the front door.
"What..?" She grabbed him, tossed him over her shoulder and opened the door to his room. She enterred it, closed the door, and laid him on his bed before he could even comprehend what had happenned. For a moment he thought she was going to beat the crap out of him for ignoring her, but she popped the lock on his door, then knelt ontop of him, her legs to either side of his own.
"Now tell me, what happenned today?"
Warren blinked up into her eyes. For some reason he didn't want to tell her that he'd almost been raped by another guy. He shook his head. Tina sat back upon her heels, a hurt look upon her face.
"Why wont you tell me? When we were younger you used to tell me everything. Is it because of what I did? Do you really hate me that much?"
Warren blinked up at her. What was she talking about? "What are you talking about sis? You haven't done anything to me. As far as I know, you've done nothing to me."
A single tear fell from Tina's green eye. "When you were almost five, we had sex for the first time."
Complete and utter silence as Warren stared up at her with guarded eyes. "You lie. Five year olds can't have sex, you're lying."
Tina shook her head, blue and green eyes tearing up. "When you were almost five I sucked you off. It was early in the morning, but I did it. That's when the colour change happenned. Apart from the single black stripe down my tail, I had been born pure white, as you had been born pure black bar the single white stripe down your own tail." Tina blinked and a tear fell from her blue eye to land upon Warren's school shirt. "Everything changed that day. Our eyes that had been sea green, or sea blue, changed to blue and green eyes. I wasn't really aware of everything but when our fur patterns swirled together, I got away from you." Tina sniffed once. "I did everything I could think of to reverse it, but nothing I did had any effect, you stayed black with my white fur mixed in, while I became white with your black fur mixed in. I'm sorry Warren."
Warren couldn't breathe. It was impossible, but he had memmories of being completely black untill everything changed when he'd been about five. Maybe it was true? Maybe everything she had just said was true, that they somehow were able to change their appearance by .. intercourse, though really all Tina had done was take. Maybe if she'd given..?
Taking a small breath, Warren leaned up and forwards. It was easier because Tina had closed her eyes rather then see whatever emotion she thought he'd have. He gently and carefully pressed his lips to his sister's. Her eyes flashed open, wide and scared, but he couldn't stop himself. She was so beautiful, had always been beautiful. He didn't care about her physic, all he cared about was her personality, what made her Tina. He raised his hands next, small black hands that cautiously moved up Tina's sides untill they reached the muscled shoulders with a small thin strap of fabric jutting out from underneath the shirt. A gentle tug, and Tina moved into him. From that point on it was hot tongues, small nips, and trusting eyes.
"I love you." Three little words, thrown into oblivion. It made Tina stop. She looked down upon her brother, who she had caused so much pain. She made a descision. Her white hands with their small dainty claws ripped her shirt up and off her body. A second later her bra followed it. For the merest moment Warren was able to see the dark swirls upon her body that matched his own white swirls, then she said something that made everything worthwhile.
"I love you too Warren."
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Warren woke up, staring at the ceiling above his bed and just trying to understand the dream he'd just had. It was erotic as hell, but there was no way it could be true. Heaving a sigh of regret, Warren rolled out of bed, landing upon the floor with both feet. He made his way to the mirror, a wide yawn blocking his view for a moment. He blinked his sleepclouded eyes to view his expected form, the dark fur of his body swirled with white. Darkness stared back at him. His heart skipped a beat as he reached for the light switch and flicked it on. Soft yellow light chased away the darkness, but not all of it. He stood before his mirror, a black skunk. His adrenaline spiked in fear, joy, something. He stared into the face that had been chasing his dreams and memmories. His true form, the form that had been taken from him.
"Warren, come back to bed. I'm cold." Warren turned, hard and sharp. There was a white skunkette in his bed, she was up against the wall so he hadn't felt her when he'd gotten up. Something jumped inside his chest, and lower than his abdomen. This was a joy that was completely unreasonable. He stalked back to the bed. When he got there, he laid black hands upon the oh so white fur of his sister's body and stood there. Tina rolled over and blinked up at him, then gasped at his black frame. Warren grinned the only grin a satisfied male can give. It was full of love, lust, hunger and satisfaction. To top it all off, all of it was for her.