Untitled as of yet!

By Telectrogami, November 17th, 2011 08:06 PM	  
   
There was another race that walked upright alongside man at the dawning of time. We grew up side by side and yet history will never even show we existed, wiped away like paw prints in the sand, forgotten,erased, history, re-written by the conquorers.

Let me begin right at the start, or well atleast my start the year 1957, December Second, that was the day I first opened my eyes, just a pup cradled in his mothers arms, barely a few, seconds old, brown eyes, floppy ears that would later stand proud, the deepest black fur contrasting with the lighest gold, over all I was nothing special.

My mother was a proud bitch, no I'm not speaking ill of her, before taking on it's human connotations, it simply ment a female canine of either anthro or ferral decent, she was a good mother atleast in the early years, plain for a german shepherd but not un-attractive, slim, she held herself with some grace, she never wore make up, however she did condition her fur reguarly. I will never forget all the times she would say "only a bum walks around unwashed with matted fur and fleas" any time I didn't want to wash.

Dad was an international ball player for the Arkansas Hounds the most successfull ball team of all time so named after it's founder it's owner a very large great dane named Bob. It has been said that dad was too old at the begining of his career, he joinef the hounds at 43 after serving with the Arkansas 4th commando regiment and being one of the first to be awarded the purple paw for bravery,he wad a very proud dog. At that time we lived in a small house on Desert walk in Keo, Arkansas on one side of us was a perfectly nice human couple and on the other side a raptor family, who's five year old son would later run for presidency, however I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

The first few years of my life was as normal as any pups, cubs, kits or young of any species, except when it came to my school life, the others would often pick on me, because I was overweight, didn't make freinds easily and because I was different, sexually.

The only friend this canine had back then was James Drake my next door neighbour and the sweetest guy you would ever meet, five years my senior at school we got little time together, but somehow he allways seemed to be there to save my pelt when it really mattered.

He even saved my life, this one time I was walking down a hallway towards my locker and all day people had been laughing, pointing at me and whispering, as I rounded the corner this one croc girl says "your mother is one ugly cunt" and with that I snapped and shouted back "atleast she's not a slut", before I knew it she was on me her teeth slicing the soft flesh of my throat and crushing my windpipe, I fought, I struggled, I gasped, she was too strong and then I saw him, as I slipped away into unconcious.

I woke up in a hospital bed my family stood over me and his silhouette in the door way, he was talking too someone, though I could not see who, my family asking me all kinds of questions, my head was spinning and I couldn't answer one of them.

A week in hospital and I was released I refused to return to school and on the days my parents took me there, I would play hookey, untill one day James comes to visit, and he asks me "whats wrong, you haven't been going to school", "heh, not beating around the bush huh", he looks at me and I see something in his eyes, I didn't know what it was then "you should know I will allways be straight with you", I look at my feet, "I hate it, it's hell for me everyday, I can't handle the way they treat me", he puts a hand on my shoulder "Xavier, educations important, prehaps the most important thing, once you graduate,b you can be whatever you want too, and then you will never have to deal with those people again" I never missed another day of school and I graduated with honnors.

Then came that fatefull day for me the begining of it all, however it started months before then, you see in 1972 america elected a new presdent and he unbeknownst to most believed that it was humans that where ment to inherit the earth and that us Furs where a blotch on society that had to be removed and on December second 1974, my 16th birthday he passed a law (amoung others) to say that only human teams could play sports and most other countries being allied to america and heavily reliant on trading with them followed suit.

Laws where passed that day, to make sure that humans should not have to come into any contact with the lower class called furs, we could no longer run a business, or use public transport we had to use seperate shopping centres, bars and schools. Life got very hard, very quickly, our human neighbours moved away and my dad came home drunk for the first time ever.

Being young and foolish I told my dad that tomorrow we could take take back all the present they bought me, and then I get a flash of pain across my cheek, he had sunk his claws into me, I ran upstairs crying and telling him if he eved did that again well I would leave and he would never see me again.

From then on things did not get any better, dad never hurt me again, but came home drunk more reguarly each week, he had tabs running in bars all over town and many outside of, and recently hard men, would turn up at the door asking for him, mum always managed to send them away after convincing them dad wasn't home yet. In the end mum couldn't put up with it anymore I guess, his drinking, the violence, but most of all listening to me cry myself to sleep each night, so she packed her small amount of possessions and that night she was gone...

I came down in the morning and he was sobbing, and muttering to himself, I approched cautiously, "dad", he doesn't move, "dad what happened, where's mom", he flies at me paws raised but in his drunken state he misses, I grab his bat, "dad stop", he comes again, I swing, he goes down a trickle runs down his forehead, thick dark blood, I phone 911, ambulance sirens from a distance, running through fields, a taxi ride, a bar and then waking up on his couch and thats all I remember of that christmas,

I open my eyes and and he was standing there, the most beautiful guy I ever laid eyes on, a tall palomino stallion, but rather than say hi, or try to make some move on him, I screamed at him "did you take advantage of me", before foolishly realising I was still, wearing my clothes, silence that draws out like a blade and then calmly he explains "you where drunk, unconcious on the pavement, that is no place for a young pup to be"... Oh ... Oh no I think I have killed my father, I ... I had better phone the hospital or police or what... Then he walked over to me and placed a hand on my sholder, "calm down, your not gonna get anywhere flapping around like that, here phone the hospital, I can always drive you there if you need" and with that he handed me the phone.

I dialed the number but all I got was a message repeating "the number dialed is not recognised, Please check the number and dial again", "what, this is the right number" I exclaim "I'm sure it is", "what number are you dialing", he checks it, "no, thats not the number for here in Lexington you'll need the dial code for your..." "WHERE!", "Your in Lexington, Kentucky", "where are you calling, "Keo, Arkansas", "we can look the code upp in my directory, here" he hands me a peice of paper with the code printed in fine script, 

I call, "Arkasas General Hospital, Emergency Ward" comes an agitated and somewhat hostile voice down the phone "uhhh, yeah, is my father there", "name please", "his name ... James Winterpaw", "yes, he is here", "is he ok?", "fractured skull I'm afraid, says he fell down the stairs, doesn't add up if you ask me", "can I speak to him", "well he says he's tired and for you not to wory, he will call you", "umm ok goodbye", I slumped down in a chair and explained my story to the stallion, who said,his name was \*name to be decided\*, Then he sat down next to me "you'll be ok" he said re-assuringly.

"Have you got somewhere to stay tonight" "umm, no" I said somewhat distractedly, "well, you can stay here as long as you need if your ok with that but you'll need to shower the blood and vomit out of your fur", "I have no money and no job", "well you'll just have to help out on the farm", "umm ok but why would you do this for me if you don't mind me asking", "times are hard so I figured I'd give you a break, that and we are struggling on the farm", "oh we, your with someone, I blurt out without really thinking,"yes, chris, my mate he's a stag, you'll meet him tonight at dinner".

So I walk up the stairs following the stags directions and walked in the wet room, turn to lock the door, no lock... What ... Wait, what if someone walks in, nah I'm being paranoid. I get undressed, step under the shower and turn on the water, it's warm and begins to relax me, my mind wanders back to that muscular equine form, and my cock begins to poke out my sheath my arousal obvious, just then the door opens, I swing around and see a large male stag stood there, I swear my face must have turned scarlet and it burned like the water came from a kettle insted of the shower, a mumbeled appology and then he turned and left and closed the door behind him I just stood there water dripping off my body.

So he's seen me nude, it's no big deal right, I mean with no lockable door it will probably happen again, I rub some shampoo that I have never heard of before into my fur, it had a musty smell that I wasn't sure about and a conditioner of the same kind, I then sprayed on some deodorant I found and made my way downstairs. 

"A bed has been made up for you downstairs bedroom, the views not bad, but is nothing special. Tomorrow we can go shopping to get you some clothes, I will have to knock it off your earnings meaning you won't be paid for a while", " I get paid as well?", "Well you will if you can work hard enough, it won't be a lot but it should give you some spending money, well once you have paid for your clothes and stuff", "ok thanks", "dinner will be ready in about half an hour, you can chill out in the lounge or go and get used to your room if you wish"

I retreated to my room, my head buzzing, so many questions, sadness over my father and yet excitement over this new chance for a better life, a job, something that was almost impossible for furs to find, since the government had changed the laws, I flopped down on the bed staring at the ceiling looking for the answers and a meaning to everything that was rolling around in my head.

Before I knew it there was a shout, " dinner's ready" I walked into a dining room \[name to be inserted] and the stag sat together with the, remaining four chairs empty, one to the stags right two too the horses left and one at the far end of the table where I was stood, I thought about it for a second,j too far and they may feel rejected, too close and it may make things uncomfortable, I decided to bite the bullet and sat next to the horse on his left.

I sat down and took a plate and started loading up, all veg, are they vegitarians, I guess they could be though, all furs like humans are omnivorus, however many of those who evolved from herbivorus animals choose to have a vegitarian lifestyle as eating meat could be considerd a bit like eating your ancestors for some. I didn't question it, I mean would you ask such questions to someone who showed you such kindness, I doubt it.

It started out really quiet, nobody knowing what to say, eventually \[name], broke the silence, Xavier this is Chris, "umm" I rack my brain for something to say but come out with a rarther feeble "hi".  
He stares at me, seeming to look right through me, I feel more than undressed in that moment, like my every thought, memory and the deepest recessess of my soul where open to that gaze, he looks to \[horse] "he's dangerous, you should make him leave", "I can go, I don't want to be any trouble to you and your family", "nonsense, your not going anywhere, he's just a bit jumpy thats all, once he gets to know you he'll be fine"