18+ Content
~ Sheath x Felix ~
~ The Plight of Ninetails ~
~ Ch 10 ~
“Wakey, wakey my little sexy wolf,” Felix croons, patting my belly.
I yawn and open one eye, looking about the room and immediately begin to wonder why he is waking me so early. From the looks of it, it isn’t even light out.
“What's the deal?” I moan, “It’s still dark outside.”
“We have work to do babe,” Felix says excitedly, “Lots of it, and your mum will be on her way soon. She wanted me to wake you around dawn.”
I open my other eye, “Why so early?”
Felix smiles at me and brushes my bangs out of my eyes, an action he has become very fond of doing now, “It’s only a matter of time till they find us,” He says, “We need to use what’s left of it to get ready to leave. We probably won’t be able to chill like this for a good while after word gets out. I'm sure it’s already pretty bad as many people as we have told.”
“This is all your fault,” I growl softly.
He chuckles and pulls me up into a sitting position, “Babe, if you wouldn’t have taken me with your sexy good looks I wouldn’t have had reason to make this mess.”
I fold my arms, giving him a hardened look, “You didn’t have to blow your cover, you know,” I murmur, “You could have stayed a closet whore.”
“Sheath, are you always like this in the morning?” Felix says with an edge of worry.
I fling a quivering finger in the direction of the window, “DOES IT LOOK LIKE MORNING TO YOU!?” I bellow.
Felix shrinks away from the bed, “I'm sorry!”
I fold my arms again, “No you aren’t.”
“Yes I am!” he yelps.
“Prove it,” I mutter.
“Fine.” he snaps, jumping into the bed on top of me and pulling my face towards his.
He kisses me passionately, his tongue sliding into my muzzle and caressing mine as he wraps his arms around me, cradling me gently against his firm strong body. Our lips work together tenderly for a few moments before he pulls away smiling.
“Oh,” I murmur.
“Is that enough of an apology for you?” he purrs.
“Well, you could take those pants off and get back in bed with me,” I murr.
He laughs, “And have your mother walk in on us, oh PLEASE.”
A little whimper escapes my chest as he hops out of bed, sauntering over to his dresser, opening a drawer, and pulling out two shirts. He throws one of them at me and pulls the other over his well-defined torso.
“You put that on now and come out to the living room with me, kay?” he mews, leaving the room.
I watch him leave, my eyes following his muscular rump as he disappears through the doorway. I can feel disappointment inside myself. I had honestly hoped that Felix would be more reckless. That was one of the reasons I love him so much. Having him be so responsible and in control, it makes me feel like a whore, but oh well. Good things come in time right?
I pull on the shirt and get out of bed walking over to the door and looking in the mirror. The shirt is bright blue with tiny yellow flowers speckled on it, and it looks like a dress on me. Motivated by a sudden idea, I bend over, pulling off my pants and throwing them aside; smiling mischievously at my reflection and doing a little turn. The shirt is just long enough that it covers my naughty bits, so technically I am still decent.
“You’re not lookin’ too bad, psycho wolf,” I say aloud, reaching out for the doorknob.
A strange sensation ripples through my body as I do so, making my fur stand on end as darkness creeps in on the edges of my vision. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I feel that something is about to go horribly wrong, but then the feeling passes just as quickly as it had come.
I shake myself and open the door, walking out into the hallway.
“You look very good indeed,” murmurs a suave voice.
I stop, looking around the hallway, my fur standing on end again, but no one is there. I am alone.
I shake myself and head for the living room. I need to stop letting my mind play tricks on me. At this rate, I would completely lose it in months instead of years.
“Hey Sheathy,” Felix says as I walk into the living room, looking up from his tablet, “No pants?”
I smile at him, doing a little spin, “I hope it doesn’t bother you.”
“No,” he says, “You look adorable.”
I smile wider and walk over to the couch, sitting beside him, “So what work have we to do?”
“The work of revolutionaries,” he replies, “I need to get you up to date with everything we are involved in.”
I nod, looking at his tablet. There is an article pulled up, a startlingly long one.
“Uh, what's that?” I ask, trying not to sound nervous.
“Oh this?” he replies looking back at the tablet, “it’s a history of the Animihlian Biological Weapons Association – ABWA for short. This is what started it all, babe; these are the people who took your brother.”
I grab the tablet, “What? You mean?”
“Yes, Sheath,” Felix replies, “that thing we saw, Silver or whatever, it was your brother Zach.”
“How can you be sure?” I press, my fur bristling.
“Me and your mother talked it all out,” he says, gently prying the tablet from my hands, “Believe me, it took me a while to get it too.”
“But they said they were going to-”
“Sheath do you think that would be the first time the government has lied?” he interjects bitingly.
“Why would they do such a terrible thing?” I whimper, “Zach meant no harm. He had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and,”
Felix stops me, “Be quiet Sheath, let me explain. I’ll read the article to you. It will all start making sense soon.”
I watch him with wide eyes as he raises the screen up, clenching my hands into fists as he scrolls to the top of the article. He must know he is picking at a raw wound bringing this up. I can’t let it get to me.
“Are you good?” the golden cat asks, looking down at me.
I meet his green eyes with a hardened look, “Just read the article.”
He nods, looking back down at the tablet.
“Fifteen years ago.” He says, “Alpha Regnant Kelly proposed a new ordinance of the special defenses. After attending that year’s Sciences convention and seeing one doctor's astounding experiments with Ferals’…”
“Will you skip all the blah and get to the point,” I mutter, “Paraphrase or something, please.”
He nods again, dropping the tablet into his lap, “Inspired by what he saw. The Alpha Regnant decided to make a new biological weapons task force in which the users were the weapons.”
He pauses, looking down at the tablet, then back up at me.
“Every politician of the canine party had opposed his plans, and from the start, every citizen of Animi knew that it was bad news in the making, but no matter the opposition, Kelly would not stand his idea being rejected and sadly, nor did the feline political board.”
I tilt my head, perking my ears, “Wait a second, but isn’t Kelly a canine party representative? I mean he’s a Dire Wolf.”
Felix shakes his head, “a Dire Wolf Vulpine mix.”
I ogle at him, “What, but that’s illegal!?”
“It wasn’t, not before he came into office,” he growls, folding his arms.
“So you’re saying-”
“Yes,” he sighs grumpily, “the Alpha Regnant is breaking his own laws by existing.”
“I’d ask for an explanation,” I say, “But I think I'm more interested in knowing how this is all connected to my brother.”
“You mean you,” Felix corrects me, “Connected to you.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I mutter, “Just tell me the story.”
With a groan, Felix looks down at the tablet again and continues, “In the end the biological tampering act, which was put in place by the Alpha Regnant before him, was repealed, making it legal for Kelly’s operatives to use Fauhnans for their sick experiments. There was initially an enormous public uproar, protests and such, but none of that did anything to stop Kelly or his men. Five years later they unveiled their first success, a five-year-old Snow Leopard boy who had intellectual capabilities greater than those of a man eight times his age. From then on the new association, the ABWA, was a hit with the public. People just couldn’t get enough of the “little scholars” that the program produced over the next few years. Behind the scenes, things were actually moving along quite nicely. Kelly’s doctors did their practice well. The compound in which they worked was sanitary; the living quarters for the subjects were supposedly very extravagant, and newborns were being donated to the program almost daily. The majority of the work done consisted of genetic serums developed to change the genes in the subject so to enhance certain traits such as intelligence or strength, sometimes both. Ninety percent of the tests done were successful, and over the first ten years of the program its patients overtook the board of chemical defense and the melee division of the armed forces.”
“Felix, this all sounds peachy.” I say, “I can’t see how this all led to what happened to my brother. If he was taken into this wonderful program he should have come back looking and acting great. Not as that… thing.”
“Let me finish Sheath,” he presses, “Like I said, it will all make sense in the end.”
I sit back, “Well then, go on…”
“Okay, so as you know, fifteen years ago the intergalactic war with the human race began,” Felix says.
I nod, “Yes, it was all the rage with you stupid jocks. Talking about how you were going to join the armed forces and blow their ugly pink heads off and such.”
“I'm going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” he mutters.
I smile at him forcibly.
“I-I’ll just keep reading,” he stammers.
“That would be a good idea,” I growl, sitting back again, “my patience is running short.”
“Twenty years ago the planet Earth didn’t exist, and we were the only sapient life forms in the universe. That was all before the Husky astronomer Gale Maelstrom discovered the Milky Way, and later the little blue marble he then called F2, the second Fauhna, the only planet other than our own with the innate capability to support life. His discovery caused a global uproar. Everyone wanted to know more about the little blue planet. It wasn’t long before Kelly assembled an expedition team and sent them off to give us a closer look at the amazing water covered planet. It took one year to gather a fleet, two more for it to make it into F2’s orbit, and two days for the team to discover the sapient domineers of the planet. It took two more days for them to arrange a drop ship of Animihlian ambassadors to make contact with them. All was going according to plans.”
Felix looks up at me, a sparkle in his eyes and I lean forward, placing a finger on his lips. It just happens that he has told me this little tale before. I take his pause as my chance to kill some of my boredom and impress him with my memory.
“And then it happened,” I say dramatically, “As our peacekeeping party exited the dropship,” feigning great despair, I continue “The humans went into an uproar. They openly attacked our people. Our guards put up a good fight, but it wasn’t long before the humans’ numbers overcame our advanced weaponry. Our Guards were then subdued, and the ambassadors were captured by the humans.”
I smile and sit back again, lowering my finger.
“So you were listening,” he purrs.
“I told you I wasn’t lying,” I reply.
He purrs again, leaning over and kissing my forehead, “Well aren’t you a sweetie.”
I blush, “Come on you furball, go on with the story.”
He nods, looking back down at the screen, “So our ambassadors were captured, but that was not the worst of it. After hiding our people away, the humans assaulted our fleet with nuclear missiles; there was no way our people weren’t going to react aggressively. Over the following two years we began to engage the humans in an all-out intergalactic war, and by the end of the first five years of battle, Kelly was beginning to get anxious. The humans were posing a formidable opponent. It wasn’t long before every resource, and every factory in Animi was working to support the mounting war, including the ABWA. Under the pressure of the war, its doctors began experimenting with highly volatile traits like rage and hunger. They started adding dangerous steroids and biological enhancers to the patients’ blood.” He stops and looks at me.
“So?” I mutter.
“One of the most heavily used additives was some mineral called,” he looks back down, “Ze-ni-thi-um,” he reads the word out slowly, looking back at me for approval of his pronounciation.
I shrug.
“I'm pretty sure that’s what turned your brother into that thing we saw.” He goes on.
My fur stands on end at his statement. My dream last night, that same stuff was mentioned!
“So what is the stuff like?” I ask.
Felix meets my gaze, “I don’t know. I only have an A in history; you’re the biology whiz, remember?”
I sigh, shaking my head, “Give me the tablet, you goof, I’ll take it from here. I think I may have heard of the stuff before.”
Felix obliges, placing the tablet in my lap.
I look at it for a good long while before letting out a long sigh, “Before I look this stuff up, I want you to tell me. Why was Zach taken into the program instead of executed?”
Felix sighs back at me, “Your mother wants to tell you that part, so you’re going to have to wait, babe.”
I growl, clenching the tablet.
“Please try to be patient Sheath,” Felix pleas, “I know it’s tough, but do it for me. Kay?”
I let out another long breath and roll my shoulders, turning and meeting Felix’s warm green gaze.
“Yeah, I can do that,” I reply halfheartedly, “Look babe. I'm sorry for being so bitchy lately. I've just been having to take so much in and its really stressing me out and-”
“Shhh,” he purrs, “Don’t worry yourself, I love you Sheath, and as long as you are healthy and at my side, nothing else will matter to me.”
I nod and turn back to the tablet, “Zenithium,” I mumble, typing it into the search pane.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Felix lean backward, relaxing, his eyes focused on me.
I click on the first article that pops up and begin to read, immediately one word stands out to me.
“Meteor,” I murmur, my fur standing on end as I recall the streak of light from my dream.
We are definitely getting somewhere. The creature from my dream… I freeze, dropping the tablet.
“A human,” I gasp, “he was a human!”
Felix sits up, looking at the tablet, “What, who?”
“No, the creature in my dream,” I yelp, “he said he was my father, and he was a human!”
Felix stares at me, mute.
“Don’t you dare look at me like that!” I bark indignantly.
He laughs, “Calm down, babe. It was just a dream.”
I shake my head, “It was more than a dream, I know it was. The creature, the human, it was trying to tell me some things, one of those things it was trying to tell me about was this stuff.” I point to the picture on the article. “It’s the same silver stone from my dream! That can’t just be a coincidence!” I yelp.
Felix nods, “Maybe, maybe not. Why don’t you read the article to me, the facts and stuff?”
I stare at him, the way he is looking at me worries me, it is familiar somehow, and I have a inkling there are no good sentiments beyond his quizzical gaze.
With a sigh, I pick up the tablet and begin to read, “Zenithium. This mineral of extraterrestrial origin was first documented on Morth 12th 7695 when it entered the Fauhnan atmosphere on a meteor. It has a unique appearance, being translucent like a crystal, but, as well, metallic like a metal. When subjected to various tests it was found that the material is a nonradioactive energy source. Even the smallest sample contains extravagant amounts of an undiscovered energy type, Raw Energy.”
Felix nods, “I remember hearing about raw energy in class. Isn’t it like the energy from the sun or something?”
I blink at him, “That’s solar energy, hun.”
“Oh,” he muses, “Okay.”
“Raw Energy was later said to be the same energy that is naturally produced within a living creature’s body.” I murmur, giving him a look before reading on, “After further analysis attempts were made to harness the energy within Zenithium, but every attempt failed. It was concluded that there is no possible way to change Raw Energy into electrical or heat energy that can be harnessed by any form of technology or weaponry.”
I turn to Felix, having reached the end of the article.
“Is that all?” he asks.
I nod, “FYI this is chemistry, not biology, are you sure that you’re talking about the right stuff?”
Felix nods, “The stuff is Zenithium, I know it is! Why don’t you try looking it up differently?”
I hand him the tablet, “Why don’t you try looking it up differently?”
“How do I look it up so that it will have to do with biology?” he asks, taking the thing from me.
I sigh, “Look up The Biological Applications of Zenithium okay.”
He nods, typing that into the search pane, pulling up an article with the same title and starting to read.
“Zenithium is a mineral of extraterrestrial origin that can only be harnessed by a metabolic process.” he pauses and looks at me again, “What's a metabolic process?”
I groan, my palm meeting my face, “Metabolic process is the process in which living organisms use energy.”
“Oh,” he quips, “well anyway, Fauhnan applications of Zenithium began two years into the Intergalactic war against the Human race. These experiments were done by the ABWA, in these applications Zenithium is ground up into a fine powder which is then mixed into plasma from the blood of the specimen and injected into the bloodstream.”
I stop him, “This is the boring stuff,” I murmur, “Do they have a part about the side effects of the injection?”
He nods, scrolling down, “After injection patients experienced three stages of effects. The first consisted of extreme boosts in strength and mental ability. This period lasts for about three days in which patients tend not to sleep or eat. At the end of the third day, the second stage begins. This stage consists of extreme illness and hemorrhaging.” Felix stops, “What does,”
“Internal bleeding,” I say, “Lots of internal bleeding.”
Felix nods and continues, “In this period patients become incapable of coherent thought and often become highly delusional. Occasionally patients claim to have spiritual experiences and/or premonitions. None of these claims have been proven. Stage two lasts between two weeks and six months depending on the patient, and towards the end of this stage, the patient begins to shed and eventually loses all of their fur. Stage three is the most dramatic stage. In this stage, patients begin to recover from their illness and undergo a metamorphosis. The metamorphosis itself takes place in four sub-stages. In the first sub-stage, the patient experiences an extreme growth spurt of two to four feet. In the second, their body begins to undergo a painful change. Bones disjoint and break and fuse in different places. By the end of this stage, the patient attains a feral form. The third sub-stage consists of an extreme decrease in intellectual capabilities. Patients lose the ability of coherent thought and speech; they often become extremely barbaric and uncontrollable. In the fourth stage, the patients grow a thick coat of black fur and their eye color changes to red. They also begin to produce Zenithium vapors as a byproduct of respiration. Sheath, what's…”
“Respiration is breathing, Felix,” I sigh, “What about the fourth stage of the side effects?”
“It says that the patients eventually begin to deteriorate and that the deterioration leads to death.” he mumbles.
“Well, that’s a fuckin lie,” I growl.
“Sheath,” Felix murmurs, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Let me go,” I mutter.
He slips his arm away, sighing at me, “Come on babe, you can’t let this all get to you. There was nothing you could have done to change all of this.”
I glare at him, crumpling my hands into fists, “I'm pretty sure there was. There’s something you’re not telling me, something important.”
He exhales, giving me a desperate look, “I would if I could, but I can’t.”
“My mother better have a damn good explanation for all of this,” I snap.
“I don’t know how you’re going to take everything in, babe.” Felix says gently, “It’s a bit much, even for you.”
“Three months ago,” I say firmly, “the news report.”
“Yeah?” he queries, “What about it?”
“That was when they all escaped, the Zenithium subjects?”
He nods, “Yes.”
“And they are the ones who have been causing all of the killings and break-ins and stuff that have been occurring lately?”
He nods again, “They have been running wild all over the country, causing trouble. The government has been trying to cover their tracks and keep the public from panicking. But after what happened a couple weeks ago I'm pretty sure that their deceit won’t last for much longer. Sightings are rising in number, and soon there will be no avoiding the truth.”
I lean against him, “I still don’t understand. What does all of this have to do with me?”
He kisses my forehead, “You will see.”
Sighing, I nuzzle against him, enjoying the warmth of his body. This is already becoming too much. Weeks ago my only worry was when and how I would gain the affections of my one true love, and now I am suddenly being dragged into a revolution that I know barely anything about, all because somehow I am connected to the entire showdown that is occurring between the Alpha Regnant and his people.
I growl softly to myself. Just thinking of it all is giving me a headache. It makes me wish that everything would just go away, that the entire world would fade out to nothingness and the only thing left would be me and Felix. Then we could enjoy each other for eternity, not caring about anything but what truly matters, our love.
Suddenly I want to cry. I had waited so long for this to become, for Felix to tell me that he loves me, and now that it has happened I can’t enjoy it as I thought I would. An almost infinite amount of stress is closing in around me. I have a feeling that there is a world of trouble ahead of us. This is only the beginning.
I whimper, something is going terribly wrong, I can feel it deep inside of myself, a pain, slowly growing in intensity, a rage of extravagant proportions. It all boils in the pit of my stomach, a rancid stew of impending destruction. Not only is the world around me in turmoil, but also that inside.
I am immediately afraid, terribly and incomprehensively afraid.
“Sheath,” Felix murmurs, giving me a gentle squeeze, “Babe, are you alright?”
Tears pushing at the corners of my eyes, I lean into his chest, “What's wrong with me?” I sob, “Why do I feel like this? Why do we have to worry about all of this stuff, why is it so important, why can’t we just run away?”
“Sheath,” Felix purrs, “That would be the cowardly thing to do.”
“Felix, the only thing that feels right to me right now is your love. Everything else is confusing me so much. I don’t want to know about this stuff. I don’t know why, but I don’t.” I lean back, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him, “This stuff is hurting me, Felix. The deeper we get into it, the more I hurt, the more I am afraid, and we’ve only begun. If it’s this bad already now, imagine what it could become. We have to stop before it’s too late.”
“Sheath, be quiet,” Felix growls, prying my hands away, “You are not in your right mind. That thing, it did something to you, when you two were alone in that classroom. You have to tell me what it did, how far it got.”
I shake my head, my mind flooding with terrible memories of darkness, blood, and a sickening stench, “No, NO. It’s stupid, why did that have to happen?” I wail, “Everything that has been happening is so stupid!” I start to tremble, a deep sound beginning to reverberate in my head, a terrible sound, a sound that fills me with fear and despair. It is the beast’s murr.
I scream shrilly, shaking myself, feeling disgusting, feeling terrified, hopeless.
Felix grabs me and holds me still, “Sheath, you have to tell me what happened!” he hisses.
“I can’t!” I wail, staring at him with wide eyes, “I won’t think of it. It hurts me. He hurt me, Felix. I'm so scared.”
He growls and shakes me, “The more you avoid thinking about it, the more the experience will fester inside of you! You must TELL ME!”
“It hurts, Felix!” I howl, tears flowing freely, “I can’t; I won’t!” I try to shove the experience to the back of my mind. I try to crush it inside of myself, to grind it to nothing, but it won’t go away; it is too resilient, too abysmal.
I scream again, trying to escape from Felix’s grasp. His hold on me is too tight; it only reinforces the torrent of fearful memories assaulting my mind.
He holds me fast, “Sheath, get a hold of yourself! Look at me!”
I turn to him slowly, but he is not himself anymore. The room has gone dark, I am on the floor, and my clothes are gone. All around me I can hear that horrible sound. The hungry murr of the hideous black wolf, but it is worse this time. Not only is he on top of me, he is inside of me, hurting me, licking my chest, smiling, laughing, and thrusting again and again.
I wail and claw out at him, hitting his face hard. He screams, but his scream is not his own.
I am looking at Felix again. He is growling, squeezing me tight. There is a thin gash running down the left side of his muzzle, and his eyes are filled with hurt.
“What the hell is wrong with you, you deluded fuck!?” he screeches, “I'm your BOYFRIEND, why the fuck are you attacking ME?” He squeezes me even tighter, “I'm trying to HELP you!”
I begin to cry, my mind exploding inside over and over and over. I don’t know what is going on. I can still feel it inside of me, thrusting, that terrible sound all around me.
Felix whimpers and lets me go. I collapse onto the couch and curl up into a ball. “Don’t touch me,” I whimper, “I don’t want you to touch me.”
“I'm sorry, I- I’m so confused.” He mews, “What happened to you? How far did it go?”
I shake my head, “Don’t ask me. Don’t make it worse.”
He sighs, “I'm sorry. I won’t, I'm sorry.”
He sits on the couch beside me and reaches out to brush my bangs out of my eyes, then shrinks away. I look up at him, up at the gash that I put on his beautiful face and I start to cry.
“Why?” I whimper, “What did I do to deserve that?”
“Sheath, you didn’t deserve it. You know you didn’t.” Felix murmurs, “It just happened, you had no control over it.”
“He wouldn’t let me go, Felix,” I sob, “He was going to. I don’t know how I stopped him. I got so lucky, but why, why me?”
Felix sighs again, cradling his head in his hands, “I don’t know, babe. I don’t know, but I wish it hadn’t happened.”
I uncurl my body a bit, looking up at Felix. He looks down at me, his emerald eyes glimmering, his face, although wounded, as handsome as ever, if not more so. The sight of him brings me great comfort. Suddenly I know how I can come to peace with my fears.
I grab him by the scruff of his shirt, “Kiss me,” I say forcibly.
He stares at me, “What?”
“Just do it.” I mutter, “Before I change my mind.”
He nods and leans down slowly, kissing my forehead, then my cheek, then my lips. The moment our lips meet warmth envelops my body. With a soft murr, I sit up, continuing to kiss him, pulling him closer. I am so hungry. I want him so much.
With a low growl, Felix shoves me down on the couch, pulling himself up between my legs.
“I think I understand now,” he huffs, “This is what you want.” leaning down, he kisses me again, “You want me to, it’s like you want me to.” He pulls my shirt off, “You’re so beautiful.”
I murr, as he kisses my neck, my chest, my belly, “You must take me. I need you to take me.”
He sits up, taking his shirt off, “I know,” he huffs, “I want to.”
I watch hungrily as he steps out of his jeans and his boxers, he is so beautiful. His body is perfect from head to toe.
Purring, he leans down and kisses me again. The sound comforts me in a way unlike any other. I feel aroused, I feel loved, I feel wanted, and most of all I feel safe.
Grabbing his waist, I kiss him back and add tongue. His purr grows louder and between my legs I can feel the warmth radiating off of his member as he pulls off my underwear.
I blush, moaning as he grabs my hardness, stroking it gently, breaking the kiss.
“You’re so hard,” he purrs.
“I want you.” I snarl, thrusting my hips, “I want you so bad. Give yourself to me. Take it all away.”
He leans forward and kisses me yet again, pulling himself forward so the tip of his cock touches my tail-hole. I moan loudly, the contact is electric. It teases me, hinting to the true extent of the pleasure in store and I want more. I want it all.
I break the kiss, “Inside,” I moan breathlessly, “Put it inside.”
He nods to me, and is about to oblige, pressing himself harder and harder against me. I can feel the tension meeting its peak, and my body’s resistance negating to allow his entry. Then, to our great alarm, a loud knock sounds at the door.
We both jump, collapsing onto the floor and rolling under the coffee table.
We stare at each other for a couple of moments, both hot and sweating, eyes wide. We had been so close. I can feel Felix’s member throbbing against my belly, right next to my own, teasing me.
We both start again as we hear the telltale chirp and click of the door unlocking.
I am the first to speak, “You gave my mom a key!?”
He whimpers, “Well it seemed like the right thing to do in case…”
“Our clothes, Felix, we’re naked!”
He laughs, “We were so close, too.”
“Shut up and find our shirts!” I yelp.
“I think it’s too late for that,” Felix purrs as we hear the front door open.
“Shit.” I mutter under my breath.
“Calm down babe, it could be worse,” he chides kissing my cheek.
I shove him off of me, my eyes immediately focusing on his erect member, “you’re still turned on! She’s going to see!”
“Sheath? Felix?”
Felix laughs, pointing between my legs, “Look who’s talking.”
I look down and blush, “SHUT UP!” I fume, rolling from under the table and jumping to my feet, scanning the couch frantically for my shirt.
Felix gets up more slowly, still laughing, “I can’t believe it.”
“Dude, quit laughing!” I bark, spotting my shirt, grabbing it, and turning on him.
“Oh… well then.”
I yelp, my mom is standing at the other end of the living room, staring at us.
“This is a bit more than I expected,” she murmurs, her voice edged with sarcasm.
I feel my cheeks flushing and Felix starts laughing harder as my mom scrutinizes us, her expression grim.
“Oh my gods shut up!” I shout, my heart wrenching with fear, “Felix, really?”
He pauses, taking a breath, “I'm sorry, it’s just so-” he coughs and starts laughing even harder.
I whine, turning back to my mother, “I'm sorry mum, I can explain.”
To my surprise, her expression lightens, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“No need to,” she says with an edge of amusement, “Believe me, your father and I have experienced worse.”
I blink, “You mean you’re not-?”
“Of course I'm not mad, silly,” She says grinning toothily.
I turn to Felix, who has finally stopped laughing, “Well aren’t you going to say something?”
Felix nods and turns to my mom, “I believe I owe you a hundred bucks.”
My mouth gapes as she smiles at him laughing,
“That you do,” She says, winking at me.
I yawn and open one eye, looking about the room and immediately begin to wonder why he is waking me so early. From the looks of it, it isn’t even light out.
“What's the deal?” I moan, “It’s still dark outside.”
“We have work to do babe,” Felix says excitedly, “Lots of it, and your mum will be on her way soon. She wanted me to wake you around dawn.”
I open my other eye, “Why so early?”
Felix smiles at me and brushes my bangs out of my eyes, an action he has become very fond of doing now, “It’s only a matter of time till they find us,” He says, “We need to use what’s left of it to get ready to leave. We probably won’t be able to chill like this for a good while after word gets out. I'm sure it’s already pretty bad as many people as we have told.”
“This is all your fault,” I growl softly.
He chuckles and pulls me up into a sitting position, “Babe, if you wouldn’t have taken me with your sexy good looks I wouldn’t have had reason to make this mess.”
I fold my arms, giving him a hardened look, “You didn’t have to blow your cover, you know,” I murmur, “You could have stayed a closet whore.”
“Sheath, are you always like this in the morning?” Felix says with an edge of worry.
I fling a quivering finger in the direction of the window, “DOES IT LOOK LIKE MORNING TO YOU!?” I bellow.
Felix shrinks away from the bed, “I'm sorry!”
I fold my arms again, “No you aren’t.”
“Yes I am!” he yelps.
“Prove it,” I mutter.
“Fine.” he snaps, jumping into the bed on top of me and pulling my face towards his.
He kisses me passionately, his tongue sliding into my muzzle and caressing mine as he wraps his arms around me, cradling me gently against his firm strong body. Our lips work together tenderly for a few moments before he pulls away smiling.
“Oh,” I murmur.
“Is that enough of an apology for you?” he purrs.
“Well, you could take those pants off and get back in bed with me,” I murr.
He laughs, “And have your mother walk in on us, oh PLEASE.”
A little whimper escapes my chest as he hops out of bed, sauntering over to his dresser, opening a drawer, and pulling out two shirts. He throws one of them at me and pulls the other over his well-defined torso.
“You put that on now and come out to the living room with me, kay?” he mews, leaving the room.
I watch him leave, my eyes following his muscular rump as he disappears through the doorway. I can feel disappointment inside myself. I had honestly hoped that Felix would be more reckless. That was one of the reasons I love him so much. Having him be so responsible and in control, it makes me feel like a whore, but oh well. Good things come in time right?
I pull on the shirt and get out of bed walking over to the door and looking in the mirror. The shirt is bright blue with tiny yellow flowers speckled on it, and it looks like a dress on me. Motivated by a sudden idea, I bend over, pulling off my pants and throwing them aside; smiling mischievously at my reflection and doing a little turn. The shirt is just long enough that it covers my naughty bits, so technically I am still decent.
“You’re not lookin’ too bad, psycho wolf,” I say aloud, reaching out for the doorknob.
A strange sensation ripples through my body as I do so, making my fur stand on end as darkness creeps in on the edges of my vision. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I feel that something is about to go horribly wrong, but then the feeling passes just as quickly as it had come.
I shake myself and open the door, walking out into the hallway.
“You look very good indeed,” murmurs a suave voice.
I stop, looking around the hallway, my fur standing on end again, but no one is there. I am alone.
I shake myself and head for the living room. I need to stop letting my mind play tricks on me. At this rate, I would completely lose it in months instead of years.
“Hey Sheathy,” Felix says as I walk into the living room, looking up from his tablet, “No pants?”
I smile at him, doing a little spin, “I hope it doesn’t bother you.”
“No,” he says, “You look adorable.”
I smile wider and walk over to the couch, sitting beside him, “So what work have we to do?”
“The work of revolutionaries,” he replies, “I need to get you up to date with everything we are involved in.”
I nod, looking at his tablet. There is an article pulled up, a startlingly long one.
“Uh, what's that?” I ask, trying not to sound nervous.
“Oh this?” he replies looking back at the tablet, “it’s a history of the Animihlian Biological Weapons Association – ABWA for short. This is what started it all, babe; these are the people who took your brother.”
I grab the tablet, “What? You mean?”
“Yes, Sheath,” Felix replies, “that thing we saw, Silver or whatever, it was your brother Zach.”
“How can you be sure?” I press, my fur bristling.
“Me and your mother talked it all out,” he says, gently prying the tablet from my hands, “Believe me, it took me a while to get it too.”
“But they said they were going to-”
“Sheath do you think that would be the first time the government has lied?” he interjects bitingly.
“Why would they do such a terrible thing?” I whimper, “Zach meant no harm. He had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and,”
Felix stops me, “Be quiet Sheath, let me explain. I’ll read the article to you. It will all start making sense soon.”
I watch him with wide eyes as he raises the screen up, clenching my hands into fists as he scrolls to the top of the article. He must know he is picking at a raw wound bringing this up. I can’t let it get to me.
“Are you good?” the golden cat asks, looking down at me.
I meet his green eyes with a hardened look, “Just read the article.”
He nods, looking back down at the tablet.
“Fifteen years ago.” He says, “Alpha Regnant Kelly proposed a new ordinance of the special defenses. After attending that year’s Sciences convention and seeing one doctor's astounding experiments with Ferals’…”
“Will you skip all the blah and get to the point,” I mutter, “Paraphrase or something, please.”
He nods again, dropping the tablet into his lap, “Inspired by what he saw. The Alpha Regnant decided to make a new biological weapons task force in which the users were the weapons.”
He pauses, looking down at the tablet, then back up at me.
“Every politician of the canine party had opposed his plans, and from the start, every citizen of Animi knew that it was bad news in the making, but no matter the opposition, Kelly would not stand his idea being rejected and sadly, nor did the feline political board.”
I tilt my head, perking my ears, “Wait a second, but isn’t Kelly a canine party representative? I mean he’s a Dire Wolf.”
Felix shakes his head, “a Dire Wolf Vulpine mix.”
I ogle at him, “What, but that’s illegal!?”
“It wasn’t, not before he came into office,” he growls, folding his arms.
“So you’re saying-”
“Yes,” he sighs grumpily, “the Alpha Regnant is breaking his own laws by existing.”
“I’d ask for an explanation,” I say, “But I think I'm more interested in knowing how this is all connected to my brother.”
“You mean you,” Felix corrects me, “Connected to you.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I mutter, “Just tell me the story.”
With a groan, Felix looks down at the tablet again and continues, “In the end the biological tampering act, which was put in place by the Alpha Regnant before him, was repealed, making it legal for Kelly’s operatives to use Fauhnans for their sick experiments. There was initially an enormous public uproar, protests and such, but none of that did anything to stop Kelly or his men. Five years later they unveiled their first success, a five-year-old Snow Leopard boy who had intellectual capabilities greater than those of a man eight times his age. From then on the new association, the ABWA, was a hit with the public. People just couldn’t get enough of the “little scholars” that the program produced over the next few years. Behind the scenes, things were actually moving along quite nicely. Kelly’s doctors did their practice well. The compound in which they worked was sanitary; the living quarters for the subjects were supposedly very extravagant, and newborns were being donated to the program almost daily. The majority of the work done consisted of genetic serums developed to change the genes in the subject so to enhance certain traits such as intelligence or strength, sometimes both. Ninety percent of the tests done were successful, and over the first ten years of the program its patients overtook the board of chemical defense and the melee division of the armed forces.”
“Felix, this all sounds peachy.” I say, “I can’t see how this all led to what happened to my brother. If he was taken into this wonderful program he should have come back looking and acting great. Not as that… thing.”
“Let me finish Sheath,” he presses, “Like I said, it will all make sense in the end.”
I sit back, “Well then, go on…”
“Okay, so as you know, fifteen years ago the intergalactic war with the human race began,” Felix says.
I nod, “Yes, it was all the rage with you stupid jocks. Talking about how you were going to join the armed forces and blow their ugly pink heads off and such.”
“I'm going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” he mutters.
I smile at him forcibly.
“I-I’ll just keep reading,” he stammers.
“That would be a good idea,” I growl, sitting back again, “my patience is running short.”
“Twenty years ago the planet Earth didn’t exist, and we were the only sapient life forms in the universe. That was all before the Husky astronomer Gale Maelstrom discovered the Milky Way, and later the little blue marble he then called F2, the second Fauhna, the only planet other than our own with the innate capability to support life. His discovery caused a global uproar. Everyone wanted to know more about the little blue planet. It wasn’t long before Kelly assembled an expedition team and sent them off to give us a closer look at the amazing water covered planet. It took one year to gather a fleet, two more for it to make it into F2’s orbit, and two days for the team to discover the sapient domineers of the planet. It took two more days for them to arrange a drop ship of Animihlian ambassadors to make contact with them. All was going according to plans.”
Felix looks up at me, a sparkle in his eyes and I lean forward, placing a finger on his lips. It just happens that he has told me this little tale before. I take his pause as my chance to kill some of my boredom and impress him with my memory.
“And then it happened,” I say dramatically, “As our peacekeeping party exited the dropship,” feigning great despair, I continue “The humans went into an uproar. They openly attacked our people. Our guards put up a good fight, but it wasn’t long before the humans’ numbers overcame our advanced weaponry. Our Guards were then subdued, and the ambassadors were captured by the humans.”
I smile and sit back again, lowering my finger.
“So you were listening,” he purrs.
“I told you I wasn’t lying,” I reply.
He purrs again, leaning over and kissing my forehead, “Well aren’t you a sweetie.”
I blush, “Come on you furball, go on with the story.”
He nods, looking back down at the screen, “So our ambassadors were captured, but that was not the worst of it. After hiding our people away, the humans assaulted our fleet with nuclear missiles; there was no way our people weren’t going to react aggressively. Over the following two years we began to engage the humans in an all-out intergalactic war, and by the end of the first five years of battle, Kelly was beginning to get anxious. The humans were posing a formidable opponent. It wasn’t long before every resource, and every factory in Animi was working to support the mounting war, including the ABWA. Under the pressure of the war, its doctors began experimenting with highly volatile traits like rage and hunger. They started adding dangerous steroids and biological enhancers to the patients’ blood.” He stops and looks at me.
“So?” I mutter.
“One of the most heavily used additives was some mineral called,” he looks back down, “Ze-ni-thi-um,” he reads the word out slowly, looking back at me for approval of his pronounciation.
I shrug.
“I'm pretty sure that’s what turned your brother into that thing we saw.” He goes on.
My fur stands on end at his statement. My dream last night, that same stuff was mentioned!
“So what is the stuff like?” I ask.
Felix meets my gaze, “I don’t know. I only have an A in history; you’re the biology whiz, remember?”
I sigh, shaking my head, “Give me the tablet, you goof, I’ll take it from here. I think I may have heard of the stuff before.”
Felix obliges, placing the tablet in my lap.
I look at it for a good long while before letting out a long sigh, “Before I look this stuff up, I want you to tell me. Why was Zach taken into the program instead of executed?”
Felix sighs back at me, “Your mother wants to tell you that part, so you’re going to have to wait, babe.”
I growl, clenching the tablet.
“Please try to be patient Sheath,” Felix pleas, “I know it’s tough, but do it for me. Kay?”
I let out another long breath and roll my shoulders, turning and meeting Felix’s warm green gaze.
“Yeah, I can do that,” I reply halfheartedly, “Look babe. I'm sorry for being so bitchy lately. I've just been having to take so much in and its really stressing me out and-”
“Shhh,” he purrs, “Don’t worry yourself, I love you Sheath, and as long as you are healthy and at my side, nothing else will matter to me.”
I nod and turn back to the tablet, “Zenithium,” I mumble, typing it into the search pane.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Felix lean backward, relaxing, his eyes focused on me.
I click on the first article that pops up and begin to read, immediately one word stands out to me.
“Meteor,” I murmur, my fur standing on end as I recall the streak of light from my dream.
We are definitely getting somewhere. The creature from my dream… I freeze, dropping the tablet.
“A human,” I gasp, “he was a human!”
Felix sits up, looking at the tablet, “What, who?”
“No, the creature in my dream,” I yelp, “he said he was my father, and he was a human!”
Felix stares at me, mute.
“Don’t you dare look at me like that!” I bark indignantly.
He laughs, “Calm down, babe. It was just a dream.”
I shake my head, “It was more than a dream, I know it was. The creature, the human, it was trying to tell me some things, one of those things it was trying to tell me about was this stuff.” I point to the picture on the article. “It’s the same silver stone from my dream! That can’t just be a coincidence!” I yelp.
Felix nods, “Maybe, maybe not. Why don’t you read the article to me, the facts and stuff?”
I stare at him, the way he is looking at me worries me, it is familiar somehow, and I have a inkling there are no good sentiments beyond his quizzical gaze.
With a sigh, I pick up the tablet and begin to read, “Zenithium. This mineral of extraterrestrial origin was first documented on Morth 12th 7695 when it entered the Fauhnan atmosphere on a meteor. It has a unique appearance, being translucent like a crystal, but, as well, metallic like a metal. When subjected to various tests it was found that the material is a nonradioactive energy source. Even the smallest sample contains extravagant amounts of an undiscovered energy type, Raw Energy.”
Felix nods, “I remember hearing about raw energy in class. Isn’t it like the energy from the sun or something?”
I blink at him, “That’s solar energy, hun.”
“Oh,” he muses, “Okay.”
“Raw Energy was later said to be the same energy that is naturally produced within a living creature’s body.” I murmur, giving him a look before reading on, “After further analysis attempts were made to harness the energy within Zenithium, but every attempt failed. It was concluded that there is no possible way to change Raw Energy into electrical or heat energy that can be harnessed by any form of technology or weaponry.”
I turn to Felix, having reached the end of the article.
“Is that all?” he asks.
I nod, “FYI this is chemistry, not biology, are you sure that you’re talking about the right stuff?”
Felix nods, “The stuff is Zenithium, I know it is! Why don’t you try looking it up differently?”
I hand him the tablet, “Why don’t you try looking it up differently?”
“How do I look it up so that it will have to do with biology?” he asks, taking the thing from me.
I sigh, “Look up The Biological Applications of Zenithium okay.”
He nods, typing that into the search pane, pulling up an article with the same title and starting to read.
“Zenithium is a mineral of extraterrestrial origin that can only be harnessed by a metabolic process.” he pauses and looks at me again, “What's a metabolic process?”
I groan, my palm meeting my face, “Metabolic process is the process in which living organisms use energy.”
“Oh,” he quips, “well anyway, Fauhnan applications of Zenithium began two years into the Intergalactic war against the Human race. These experiments were done by the ABWA, in these applications Zenithium is ground up into a fine powder which is then mixed into plasma from the blood of the specimen and injected into the bloodstream.”
I stop him, “This is the boring stuff,” I murmur, “Do they have a part about the side effects of the injection?”
He nods, scrolling down, “After injection patients experienced three stages of effects. The first consisted of extreme boosts in strength and mental ability. This period lasts for about three days in which patients tend not to sleep or eat. At the end of the third day, the second stage begins. This stage consists of extreme illness and hemorrhaging.” Felix stops, “What does,”
“Internal bleeding,” I say, “Lots of internal bleeding.”
Felix nods and continues, “In this period patients become incapable of coherent thought and often become highly delusional. Occasionally patients claim to have spiritual experiences and/or premonitions. None of these claims have been proven. Stage two lasts between two weeks and six months depending on the patient, and towards the end of this stage, the patient begins to shed and eventually loses all of their fur. Stage three is the most dramatic stage. In this stage, patients begin to recover from their illness and undergo a metamorphosis. The metamorphosis itself takes place in four sub-stages. In the first sub-stage, the patient experiences an extreme growth spurt of two to four feet. In the second, their body begins to undergo a painful change. Bones disjoint and break and fuse in different places. By the end of this stage, the patient attains a feral form. The third sub-stage consists of an extreme decrease in intellectual capabilities. Patients lose the ability of coherent thought and speech; they often become extremely barbaric and uncontrollable. In the fourth stage, the patients grow a thick coat of black fur and their eye color changes to red. They also begin to produce Zenithium vapors as a byproduct of respiration. Sheath, what's…”
“Respiration is breathing, Felix,” I sigh, “What about the fourth stage of the side effects?”
“It says that the patients eventually begin to deteriorate and that the deterioration leads to death.” he mumbles.
“Well, that’s a fuckin lie,” I growl.
“Sheath,” Felix murmurs, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Let me go,” I mutter.
He slips his arm away, sighing at me, “Come on babe, you can’t let this all get to you. There was nothing you could have done to change all of this.”
I glare at him, crumpling my hands into fists, “I'm pretty sure there was. There’s something you’re not telling me, something important.”
He exhales, giving me a desperate look, “I would if I could, but I can’t.”
“My mother better have a damn good explanation for all of this,” I snap.
“I don’t know how you’re going to take everything in, babe.” Felix says gently, “It’s a bit much, even for you.”
“Three months ago,” I say firmly, “the news report.”
“Yeah?” he queries, “What about it?”
“That was when they all escaped, the Zenithium subjects?”
He nods, “Yes.”
“And they are the ones who have been causing all of the killings and break-ins and stuff that have been occurring lately?”
He nods again, “They have been running wild all over the country, causing trouble. The government has been trying to cover their tracks and keep the public from panicking. But after what happened a couple weeks ago I'm pretty sure that their deceit won’t last for much longer. Sightings are rising in number, and soon there will be no avoiding the truth.”
I lean against him, “I still don’t understand. What does all of this have to do with me?”
He kisses my forehead, “You will see.”
Sighing, I nuzzle against him, enjoying the warmth of his body. This is already becoming too much. Weeks ago my only worry was when and how I would gain the affections of my one true love, and now I am suddenly being dragged into a revolution that I know barely anything about, all because somehow I am connected to the entire showdown that is occurring between the Alpha Regnant and his people.
I growl softly to myself. Just thinking of it all is giving me a headache. It makes me wish that everything would just go away, that the entire world would fade out to nothingness and the only thing left would be me and Felix. Then we could enjoy each other for eternity, not caring about anything but what truly matters, our love.
Suddenly I want to cry. I had waited so long for this to become, for Felix to tell me that he loves me, and now that it has happened I can’t enjoy it as I thought I would. An almost infinite amount of stress is closing in around me. I have a feeling that there is a world of trouble ahead of us. This is only the beginning.
I whimper, something is going terribly wrong, I can feel it deep inside of myself, a pain, slowly growing in intensity, a rage of extravagant proportions. It all boils in the pit of my stomach, a rancid stew of impending destruction. Not only is the world around me in turmoil, but also that inside.
I am immediately afraid, terribly and incomprehensively afraid.
“Sheath,” Felix murmurs, giving me a gentle squeeze, “Babe, are you alright?”
Tears pushing at the corners of my eyes, I lean into his chest, “What's wrong with me?” I sob, “Why do I feel like this? Why do we have to worry about all of this stuff, why is it so important, why can’t we just run away?”
“Sheath,” Felix purrs, “That would be the cowardly thing to do.”
“Felix, the only thing that feels right to me right now is your love. Everything else is confusing me so much. I don’t want to know about this stuff. I don’t know why, but I don’t.” I lean back, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him, “This stuff is hurting me, Felix. The deeper we get into it, the more I hurt, the more I am afraid, and we’ve only begun. If it’s this bad already now, imagine what it could become. We have to stop before it’s too late.”
“Sheath, be quiet,” Felix growls, prying my hands away, “You are not in your right mind. That thing, it did something to you, when you two were alone in that classroom. You have to tell me what it did, how far it got.”
I shake my head, my mind flooding with terrible memories of darkness, blood, and a sickening stench, “No, NO. It’s stupid, why did that have to happen?” I wail, “Everything that has been happening is so stupid!” I start to tremble, a deep sound beginning to reverberate in my head, a terrible sound, a sound that fills me with fear and despair. It is the beast’s murr.
I scream shrilly, shaking myself, feeling disgusting, feeling terrified, hopeless.
Felix grabs me and holds me still, “Sheath, you have to tell me what happened!” he hisses.
“I can’t!” I wail, staring at him with wide eyes, “I won’t think of it. It hurts me. He hurt me, Felix. I'm so scared.”
He growls and shakes me, “The more you avoid thinking about it, the more the experience will fester inside of you! You must TELL ME!”
“It hurts, Felix!” I howl, tears flowing freely, “I can’t; I won’t!” I try to shove the experience to the back of my mind. I try to crush it inside of myself, to grind it to nothing, but it won’t go away; it is too resilient, too abysmal.
I scream again, trying to escape from Felix’s grasp. His hold on me is too tight; it only reinforces the torrent of fearful memories assaulting my mind.
He holds me fast, “Sheath, get a hold of yourself! Look at me!”
I turn to him slowly, but he is not himself anymore. The room has gone dark, I am on the floor, and my clothes are gone. All around me I can hear that horrible sound. The hungry murr of the hideous black wolf, but it is worse this time. Not only is he on top of me, he is inside of me, hurting me, licking my chest, smiling, laughing, and thrusting again and again.
I wail and claw out at him, hitting his face hard. He screams, but his scream is not his own.
I am looking at Felix again. He is growling, squeezing me tight. There is a thin gash running down the left side of his muzzle, and his eyes are filled with hurt.
“What the hell is wrong with you, you deluded fuck!?” he screeches, “I'm your BOYFRIEND, why the fuck are you attacking ME?” He squeezes me even tighter, “I'm trying to HELP you!”
I begin to cry, my mind exploding inside over and over and over. I don’t know what is going on. I can still feel it inside of me, thrusting, that terrible sound all around me.
Felix whimpers and lets me go. I collapse onto the couch and curl up into a ball. “Don’t touch me,” I whimper, “I don’t want you to touch me.”
“I'm sorry, I- I’m so confused.” He mews, “What happened to you? How far did it go?”
I shake my head, “Don’t ask me. Don’t make it worse.”
He sighs, “I'm sorry. I won’t, I'm sorry.”
He sits on the couch beside me and reaches out to brush my bangs out of my eyes, then shrinks away. I look up at him, up at the gash that I put on his beautiful face and I start to cry.
“Why?” I whimper, “What did I do to deserve that?”
“Sheath, you didn’t deserve it. You know you didn’t.” Felix murmurs, “It just happened, you had no control over it.”
“He wouldn’t let me go, Felix,” I sob, “He was going to. I don’t know how I stopped him. I got so lucky, but why, why me?”
Felix sighs again, cradling his head in his hands, “I don’t know, babe. I don’t know, but I wish it hadn’t happened.”
I uncurl my body a bit, looking up at Felix. He looks down at me, his emerald eyes glimmering, his face, although wounded, as handsome as ever, if not more so. The sight of him brings me great comfort. Suddenly I know how I can come to peace with my fears.
I grab him by the scruff of his shirt, “Kiss me,” I say forcibly.
He stares at me, “What?”
“Just do it.” I mutter, “Before I change my mind.”
He nods and leans down slowly, kissing my forehead, then my cheek, then my lips. The moment our lips meet warmth envelops my body. With a soft murr, I sit up, continuing to kiss him, pulling him closer. I am so hungry. I want him so much.
With a low growl, Felix shoves me down on the couch, pulling himself up between my legs.
“I think I understand now,” he huffs, “This is what you want.” leaning down, he kisses me again, “You want me to, it’s like you want me to.” He pulls my shirt off, “You’re so beautiful.”
I murr, as he kisses my neck, my chest, my belly, “You must take me. I need you to take me.”
He sits up, taking his shirt off, “I know,” he huffs, “I want to.”
I watch hungrily as he steps out of his jeans and his boxers, he is so beautiful. His body is perfect from head to toe.
Purring, he leans down and kisses me again. The sound comforts me in a way unlike any other. I feel aroused, I feel loved, I feel wanted, and most of all I feel safe.
Grabbing his waist, I kiss him back and add tongue. His purr grows louder and between my legs I can feel the warmth radiating off of his member as he pulls off my underwear.
I blush, moaning as he grabs my hardness, stroking it gently, breaking the kiss.
“You’re so hard,” he purrs.
“I want you.” I snarl, thrusting my hips, “I want you so bad. Give yourself to me. Take it all away.”
He leans forward and kisses me yet again, pulling himself forward so the tip of his cock touches my tail-hole. I moan loudly, the contact is electric. It teases me, hinting to the true extent of the pleasure in store and I want more. I want it all.
I break the kiss, “Inside,” I moan breathlessly, “Put it inside.”
He nods to me, and is about to oblige, pressing himself harder and harder against me. I can feel the tension meeting its peak, and my body’s resistance negating to allow his entry. Then, to our great alarm, a loud knock sounds at the door.
We both jump, collapsing onto the floor and rolling under the coffee table.
We stare at each other for a couple of moments, both hot and sweating, eyes wide. We had been so close. I can feel Felix’s member throbbing against my belly, right next to my own, teasing me.
We both start again as we hear the telltale chirp and click of the door unlocking.
I am the first to speak, “You gave my mom a key!?”
He whimpers, “Well it seemed like the right thing to do in case…”
“Our clothes, Felix, we’re naked!”
He laughs, “We were so close, too.”
“Shut up and find our shirts!” I yelp.
“I think it’s too late for that,” Felix purrs as we hear the front door open.
“Shit.” I mutter under my breath.
“Calm down babe, it could be worse,” he chides kissing my cheek.
I shove him off of me, my eyes immediately focusing on his erect member, “you’re still turned on! She’s going to see!”
“Sheath? Felix?”
Felix laughs, pointing between my legs, “Look who’s talking.”
I look down and blush, “SHUT UP!” I fume, rolling from under the table and jumping to my feet, scanning the couch frantically for my shirt.
Felix gets up more slowly, still laughing, “I can’t believe it.”
“Dude, quit laughing!” I bark, spotting my shirt, grabbing it, and turning on him.
“Oh… well then.”
I yelp, my mom is standing at the other end of the living room, staring at us.
“This is a bit more than I expected,” she murmurs, her voice edged with sarcasm.
I feel my cheeks flushing and Felix starts laughing harder as my mom scrutinizes us, her expression grim.
“Oh my gods shut up!” I shout, my heart wrenching with fear, “Felix, really?”
He pauses, taking a breath, “I'm sorry, it’s just so-” he coughs and starts laughing even harder.
I whine, turning back to my mother, “I'm sorry mum, I can explain.”
To my surprise, her expression lightens, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“No need to,” she says with an edge of amusement, “Believe me, your father and I have experienced worse.”
I blink, “You mean you’re not-?”
“Of course I'm not mad, silly,” She says grinning toothily.
I turn to Felix, who has finally stopped laughing, “Well aren’t you going to say something?”
Felix nods and turns to my mom, “I believe I owe you a hundred bucks.”
My mouth gapes as she smiles at him laughing,
“That you do,” She says, winking at me.
