Young Loves Demise
Chapter 3 *REVISED*
As Long said, his mother was a fox, in every aspect of the word. When she heard the news that I was going to stay over, she was kind of mad. Still, she let me stay because we already made plans.
'Mother.'
I was dumbfounded. There she was, the spitting image of my mother, as I remember her, except with only one tail, and a little more round busted. The longing I felt for my own mother hit me hard whenever I looked at her face. I almost started to cry, but I choked back my tears to keep from shame.
As she started on dinner, Long took me to his room, saying that I would have to sleep on the floor. At first, I thought this was kind of rude, seeing as the way I remember etiquette was the guest always took the bed. I felt the carpet of his room beneath my feet, and changed my mind instantly. Long threw an extra comforter he fetched from the hallway closet and set it on the ground, and then a thin blanket on top, with a pillow at the head. A simple yet comfortable set-up.
After that was all done, Long led me into the garage, where I found out a very interesting fact about my new found friend. In his spare time, he worked on engines. Any type of engine he scrounges up from a junkyard, he would take apart and fix, hopefully getting the engine to run in the process as well. Because of his awkward mole hands, he had special tools designed especially for his clawed hands. They were apparently handed down to him when his father passed away.
He had three engines in the garage at the moment. Two car engines, one which he had been working on previously and is on a stand, and one he brought in the other day which is located on a bench near the front of the garage. Then, there was his baby, his most precious of engines. An bi-plane engine, located at the rear bench looking partially dissected with many parts strewn around. He had been working on this lifetime project since he was 4 apparently, and has completely dismantled and put back together the engine six times. He has yet to get it to work, and it was starting to grate at his nerves. I could tell just by the way he makes sudden glimpses at it, walking over to it from time to time, but not really doing anything. Each time he laid his eyes on it I could see his jaw muscle flex a little bit as he ground his teeth.
Finally, after showing me the basic tools and showing me what varies universal parts were, such as a nut and bolt, a screw, et cetera, he went to work on the engine he had been working on most recently. It was already partially taken apart, and at first glance I could not make heads or tails of anything. I watched and listened as he worked and talked to me about how tight to tighten a bolt, or when you need to replace this or that piece, what type of damage to look for, and so on. I just sat there at first, absorbing all I could as he further dismembered the chunk of metal and fluids half-consciously. To this day, I am still amazed at how he could be in that state of mind at such a young age.
Eventually, a sweet aroma and an equally sweet motherly voice with the promise of delights dragged us away from the ever so interesting fray of the V6. We first washed our hands, Long used a special degreaser soap which smelled of citrus. Then we sat down at a wood table set for three people, although the table could easily hold five or maybe six. I took one looked at the food and nearly groaned out loud in embarrassment.
'How could I forget?'
"What's wrong tails?" Long asked as he watched me do a terrible job at hiding my discomfort.
"I forgot to tell you. I'm a vegetarian."
Longs mother, who was drinking some wine from her cup, inhaled and choked on her drink. Long patted her on the back as she gagged a bit. I looked at the food and my snout crinkled into a snarled grimace. It was steaks, barbequed chicken, sushi, pork steak, and hard-boiled eggs. There was a little salad, set in front of my place. I can sympathize for the way she acted, for if you looked at the meal, and hear what I just said, you'd be a little stunned yourself.
"Oh my, well sorry for the inconvenience. If you want, I can get you some cheese or something," Longs mother suggested
"The salad should be enough, thank you very much," although my stomach disagreed with me. I was trying to be nice, but I saw that she knew better. Luckily Long did not catch the small tension and eased both of us.
"I never knew a fox could be a vegetarian. I thought only herbivorous anthros were,"
"Of course there can be vegetarian foxes. Being a vegetarian is purely a psychological thing. Some people don't like the taste of meat, because they were brought up that way. Others are humanitarians who are against the idea of harming animals even for self-preservation. Anthros with an herbivore heritage tend to more likely be vegetarian because of their genes, but most are as omnivorous as our human counterparts."
This started off our dinner conversation which led on to other things, and we talked about school also, had a few laughs over my revenge, and overall had a good time. After we finished our food (Long's Mother, Cathy, made me eat a second helping of salad) Long and I cleaned up by rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. We headed back out to the garage to finish up what we started.
He finally found what he was looking for when he took the engine block apart, which was a cracked gear. He replaced it with a spare he had in his garage, and even let me help with putting it back together, saying that it would go faster if we both worked on it. I had a lot of fun messing around with tools and figuring which part goes where, and I learned so much just in that one night alone, it left me craving for more. After we finished putting the intestines of the engine back, he hooked it onto a chain which was dangling from a stand. He then used the stand to raise and lower the engine into an old car.
He called it his testing car, since he could not identify it. It took a while, but we eventually had it all hooked up to the car. He filled the tank with gasoline, which I discovered I just LOVED the smell of. I had to rev the car a few times to get the fresh gas and oil flowing, and after the third time trying to start it up and hitting the gas pedal, the engine came alive with a bang, and then a soft, beautiful hum.
I turned off the engine, and Long gave me a pat on the back. I'm surprised that he was able to not hurt me with the claws on his hands. His mother decided to call us in to hit the hay a few seconds later. We slowly and grudgingly put all the tools away, and wiped up the extra oil that was spilled where we were working. He used this spray called brake cleaner, although he said it was used for all types of grease, grime and oil.
We walk inside the house via garage door. Long said not to touch anything until we washed up. Into the bathroom we went, which conveniently placed right next to Longs bedroom. We both used the special soap to wash up. It appeared that wherever there was a sink, there was also that special soap. Another thing I learned that night was how badly grease and oil stuck to fur. It took a while for me to get all the grease off of my furred hands.
I turned off the sink after I was done and followed Long into his small bedroom, both of us undressing completely to get ready for sleep. Long jumped on his bed; I crawled under the blanket. It wasn't as comfy as my hammock, but it was late and I was tired, so I didn't complain. Plus I had a lot to do tomorrow anyway, so I had to get my sleep. We took a few minutes to joke about how some words just don't make sense or sound weird, like 'bump'. Longs mother came in, said goodnight, and turned off the light as she left the room.
For about an hour, I sat there, just staring up at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep. For some reason my adrenaline wouldn't leave my system. I looked over at Long as he grunted and rolled over, facing me with half- closed and bloodshot eyes.
"Can't sleep either, eh?" I aksed.
"How'd you guess?" he answered back in a highly sarcastic tone. I was a little hurt by it, since I was not use to heavy sarcasm, but I let roll off my shoulder. I got up to my knees, and leaned over, placing my arms on his bed and my head on my arms.
"What you thinking about?"
"The weird cracker commercials jingle. got it stuck in my head. How about you?"
"My mother and father, wondering where they are buried."
"Sometimes I also wonder about my father, but I knew him, or at least one of them. He was the one who taught me what I know, and I loved him a lot. But sometimes he would be mean to my mother, so I don't really worry about him."
"I wish I had as good of a memory. I just wish I knew who my family was. Sonic is my only family now." I sat up and leaned on the side of his bed, now face to face with him.
"Well, goodnight tails. Try and get some sleep," It was at that time he decided to do something unexpected. It wasn't a bad thing, or at least it didn't seem so at the time. He leaned forward from resting on his side, got nice and close to me. I could feel his breathe on my cheek. It was followed closely by a slightly damp sensation that felt good, and not at all wrong.
"Sweet dreams," He muttered before he turned his back to me. I lied back down and covered myself with the blanket. I gently rubbed the place where his smooth lips touched my skin. This thought seemed to somehow comfort me into sleeping easier.
'Long.'
The night was peaceful and kind to me, and I woke in the bright early morning to a heavenly aroma that filled my nostrils with teasing pleasure. I got up from my slightly uncomfortable position and stretched out a bit before heading outside. I didn't bother to get my clothes on, since it was still only morning. I walked through the halls with partly blurred vision from the brightness of the sun through the windows which contradicted the darkness of the night.
I found my way into the kitchen, where I was met with a goddess and her supply of heaven sent food being fried in a golden skillet. Actually, it was a non-stick pan, but that is how I picture it right now. She refused to tell me what was being cooked, but it looked like mushrooms being sautéed in a sauce of some sort, along with bean sprouts. Long came in shortly after in the same attire, sniffing in the scent as well, but his eyes were focused on something more to his preference.
"Corn beef-hash, aww, mom you shouldn't have," He had a huge smile on his face as he said this.
"Well, I was trying to save it for a special occasion, but the occasion never arose, so I thought I would do it now," Cathy went back to cooking, humming with a voice of downy soft waves being rebounded within the whole body and soul. I sat at the table melting into the spell in the song.
"I can't wait to taste those mushrooms," My mouth was near watering, but I kept my manners. Long and I eventually got up and set the table. When we finished and seated ourselves, the food made its way to the table. I had mushrooms and bean sprouts which sautéed in teriyaki sauce and sesame seeds. I was a bit skeptical at first when I saw the meal being put onto my plate. I use my fork and pieced one of the mushrooms, and plopped it into my mouth before I had any second thoughts .It was better than I could ever have imagined. As I bite into the mushroom, I felt the juices soaked into it release themselves and dive onto my tongue. This mixed with the rich flavor of teriyaki and the slight taste of sesame seeds gave it an all around sweet flavor that was not overpowering, yet in flooded the senses with delight. I took no time in helping myself to as much as I could fit into my mouth. It was the best meal I had in ages, as you could tell, and I can still almost taste it now. We made small talk, and before I knew it, the meal had been devoured.
After the meal things became a bit strange. No matter how much I protested that it would be imposing of me, Longs mother finally convinced me to go and take a shower, sending Long to take it with me. Long turned on the hot water and said he could stand just about any heat, and also told me not to worry about taking too long, since the hot water almost never ran out. Taking his offer, I waited for the water to heat up, then I turned on the cold water till I felt it cool down to a comfortable warm. I was a bit nervous as we both stepped into the shower, but Long seemed fearless, and that helped me a bit. Strange, how I only met this child yesterday, and already I am family enough to take showers with him. The water pressure was a bit high, and it pounded onto my back in a slightly painful but overall pleasurably relaxing way. We switched off, and long took a shot at the stream, while I stayed off to the side a bit, looking particularly scrawny due to my fur being matted down by water. Long fur was short enough so he looked almost the same except for his spiked hair matted to the back of his neck. While in the shower, I noticed we had to share the soap bar, since there was only one. Long began on himself first, getting his slightly yet naturally huge forearms, then worked his way to his chest, then down across his belly and to his awkward feet. He then went back up to his head and scrubbed his neck and head making sure to get his long ears, but did not get his face yet.
"Hey, could you get my back for me?" he asked. I was quite nervous, since I usually don't take showers with other people. I obliged anyway as I took the soap bar and rubbed it in my hands working up a lather. Long had his back to me and he hunched over slightly. I began to rub Longs back, scrubbing under his fur, running my hands along his back and lower back, getting right into the crook of his tail, and worked my way back up again, massaging his back a little as I worked the soap into his skin and fur. I finished and handed back the soap bar, which he took and used to wash the fur on his face. After he rinsed off, he looked over at me.
"Thanks for washing my back. what's up?" He obviously sensed my nervousness.
"I haven't showered with another person in over a year, and I've NEVER showered with another guy before," It was one of the few memories I had from childhood, when I was still with my mother. I was blushing, and it would have shown through my fur if my fur was not wet.
"Here, I'll get your back, and you need to relax, this is just how my mom is. I don't know why she is this way, but she just is. I don't question her."
I was pretty stiff, even under the hot water. I turned around and in a short amount of time I felt his hands. err. claws on my back. They had a soft, but firm touch, his claws rubbing into my muscles as fingers would, not actually cutting my skin. He worked the soap into me, I could feel him caressing every inch of my back, down to my mid back, and then lower back, as I did unto him. This helped me relax a lot, and I was practically putty in his hands. I didn't notice when he started to go around my front side, rubbing my stomach, and then up to my chest. When his hands started to go lower though, I started to notice. I looked back at him, and he seemed genuinely non-threatening, and I did not sense any mischievousness about him. So I let him continue with his work, felling him rub my inner thighs, and then, rubbing right over my crotch.
These new feelings inside of me were interesting, and scary. He stopped rubbing my nether region, and continued with the rest of my body, my arms and my legs, even up to my face. When he was finished, I just had to ask.
"Why did you decided to wash my whole body? Not that I'm complaining or anything."
"Because I could tell you were a bit nervous, and a good shower and full body soaping always calmed me down, so I did it to you to calm you down. It worked, didn't it? And if you were so nervous about it, why didn't you stop me?"
He had a point. After rinsing the rest of our fur we hopped out of the shower and dried off. I donned my clothes, grabbed my stuff and headed for the door. I said goodbye to a still nude Long and his mother just outside the door. Long gave me a soft punch on the shoulder before I left. I turned my back to them, and took to the skies via my tails. I hoped to see Long again soon, so we could hang out more often.
It didn't take long to reach Sonics house. I touched down right outside the yard, and walked toward the house. The closer I got, though, the more strange everything seemed to be. When I finally got to the door and turned the doorknob to open it, the whole door just fell, kicking up a bunch of dust.
I took a good look inside and gasped. Someone thrashed our house and good. One wouldn't normally have noticed for a moment, but I did instantly. As I walked inside a little bit, I noticed that dishes were broken, laundry was thrown everywhere, the sink was broken and leaking, and there was a faint smell of gas in the air.
'GAS!!!'
I ran for the door, but before I could touch outside the door, there was a very distinct sound of an explosion. I felt my body being lifted from the ground, as some invisible wall knocked me out of the house. The concussion of the explosion knocked the wind out of me.
As I was flying through the air on an endless trek of time, I felt a painful burning sensation that crawled over my whole back and head. A painful jar and a sharp pain in my arm told me I had hit the ground finally. My whole body was throbbing in pain, especially my arm. I cried out in pain, screaming until my throat could take no more, and even then I continued silently. Rivers flowed from my eyes, making me blind. I felt as though I was going to die of excruciating pain
'PAIN!!!'
I eventually got enough control over myself to roll onto my stomach, being careful not to roll over the arm that hurt. Using one hand, my good hand, I painfully pushed myself off the ground and up to my feet. My good hand instantly went over to clutch my arm. My arm just didn't feel right under my hand, like something was out of place, but I did not look for fear of what I might see.
I stood there, staring at the carnage that was my house a few seconds ago. I was shocked, I could think of nothing as I watched my home burn to the ground. Not a single thought entered my mind. I felt a shaking; someone pulled me from my trance.
I turned around and saw Sonic. I watched his lips move, I could tell he was straining his throat to talk to me. I could not hear what he was saying. I couldn't hear HIM. He was crying. Tears were coming down his face.
"Sonic?..."
I looked beyond him. Red trucks, blue cars, several of them surround the flames. Waterfalls plowed through the fires of hell. I looked beyond all that. What I was looking at, while the taste fear poisoned my tongue and started to arouse my spirit, was a white van with a red cross on the side.
'No.'
The ambulance pulled up, Its lights shining brightly in my eyes.
'NO!!!'
Fear started to control my body, making it walk away backwards, slowly.
'GO AWAY!!!'
I tripped over a hose, and landed on my hands. A felt something tear out of my arm, but I didn't acknowledge the pain.
'LEAVE ME ALONE!!!'
I scrambled backwards, the men in white coats came after me.
'God help me.'
I got up to my feet and tried to run away.
'Must get away!!'
Something big and heavy connected with my back. I fell to the ground with a thud, grass piled into my mouth. The pain in my back returned to me for a moment and I let out a hoarse scream of agony.
'NOOOOO!!!!!'
I couldn't get away.
'Trapped.'
I spat out the bitterness in my mouth, and turned to look at my assailant. To my horror, it was the one person who said he would protect me, Sonic. He looked me straight in the eye, looking at me as if I had gone mad.
'I'm NOT crazy!! I have to get away!! They'll hurt me!!!'
I struggled more. I almost became free, but this time, those white maniacal coats caught me, at last.
'WHY?!?!'
I felt a sharp pain embed itself into my arm. The world started to get blurry, and slowly black out around me.
'Why..'
A/N: DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING, NOW DID YA?!?! Oh, and I have a pic, courtesy of Gree Falcon. It is a pic of tails and Long. A colored version coming soon. If you want to see it, e-mail me or Gree Falcon (since I'm too cheap to buy the extra service) Comments? Flames? Actual constructive reviews? Please just give me a review or send me an e-mail. All (meaning most) replies are appreciated. Have a shpadoinkle day. Oh, and for a reply for Kevian August question, "By any chance is Long based off Long from Bloody Roar 1/2/3?," The answer is, Only by name, everything else is of my own design. As for why that is, because I didn't want to use Shenlong, and I was out of ideas for names that didn't sound corny.
Chapter 3 *REVISED*
As Long said, his mother was a fox, in every aspect of the word. When she heard the news that I was going to stay over, she was kind of mad. Still, she let me stay because we already made plans.
'Mother.'
I was dumbfounded. There she was, the spitting image of my mother, as I remember her, except with only one tail, and a little more round busted. The longing I felt for my own mother hit me hard whenever I looked at her face. I almost started to cry, but I choked back my tears to keep from shame.
As she started on dinner, Long took me to his room, saying that I would have to sleep on the floor. At first, I thought this was kind of rude, seeing as the way I remember etiquette was the guest always took the bed. I felt the carpet of his room beneath my feet, and changed my mind instantly. Long threw an extra comforter he fetched from the hallway closet and set it on the ground, and then a thin blanket on top, with a pillow at the head. A simple yet comfortable set-up.
After that was all done, Long led me into the garage, where I found out a very interesting fact about my new found friend. In his spare time, he worked on engines. Any type of engine he scrounges up from a junkyard, he would take apart and fix, hopefully getting the engine to run in the process as well. Because of his awkward mole hands, he had special tools designed especially for his clawed hands. They were apparently handed down to him when his father passed away.
He had three engines in the garage at the moment. Two car engines, one which he had been working on previously and is on a stand, and one he brought in the other day which is located on a bench near the front of the garage. Then, there was his baby, his most precious of engines. An bi-plane engine, located at the rear bench looking partially dissected with many parts strewn around. He had been working on this lifetime project since he was 4 apparently, and has completely dismantled and put back together the engine six times. He has yet to get it to work, and it was starting to grate at his nerves. I could tell just by the way he makes sudden glimpses at it, walking over to it from time to time, but not really doing anything. Each time he laid his eyes on it I could see his jaw muscle flex a little bit as he ground his teeth.
Finally, after showing me the basic tools and showing me what varies universal parts were, such as a nut and bolt, a screw, et cetera, he went to work on the engine he had been working on most recently. It was already partially taken apart, and at first glance I could not make heads or tails of anything. I watched and listened as he worked and talked to me about how tight to tighten a bolt, or when you need to replace this or that piece, what type of damage to look for, and so on. I just sat there at first, absorbing all I could as he further dismembered the chunk of metal and fluids half-consciously. To this day, I am still amazed at how he could be in that state of mind at such a young age.
Eventually, a sweet aroma and an equally sweet motherly voice with the promise of delights dragged us away from the ever so interesting fray of the V6. We first washed our hands, Long used a special degreaser soap which smelled of citrus. Then we sat down at a wood table set for three people, although the table could easily hold five or maybe six. I took one looked at the food and nearly groaned out loud in embarrassment.
'How could I forget?'
"What's wrong tails?" Long asked as he watched me do a terrible job at hiding my discomfort.
"I forgot to tell you. I'm a vegetarian."
Longs mother, who was drinking some wine from her cup, inhaled and choked on her drink. Long patted her on the back as she gagged a bit. I looked at the food and my snout crinkled into a snarled grimace. It was steaks, barbequed chicken, sushi, pork steak, and hard-boiled eggs. There was a little salad, set in front of my place. I can sympathize for the way she acted, for if you looked at the meal, and hear what I just said, you'd be a little stunned yourself.
"Oh my, well sorry for the inconvenience. If you want, I can get you some cheese or something," Longs mother suggested
"The salad should be enough, thank you very much," although my stomach disagreed with me. I was trying to be nice, but I saw that she knew better. Luckily Long did not catch the small tension and eased both of us.
"I never knew a fox could be a vegetarian. I thought only herbivorous anthros were,"
"Of course there can be vegetarian foxes. Being a vegetarian is purely a psychological thing. Some people don't like the taste of meat, because they were brought up that way. Others are humanitarians who are against the idea of harming animals even for self-preservation. Anthros with an herbivore heritage tend to more likely be vegetarian because of their genes, but most are as omnivorous as our human counterparts."
This started off our dinner conversation which led on to other things, and we talked about school also, had a few laughs over my revenge, and overall had a good time. After we finished our food (Long's Mother, Cathy, made me eat a second helping of salad) Long and I cleaned up by rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. We headed back out to the garage to finish up what we started.
He finally found what he was looking for when he took the engine block apart, which was a cracked gear. He replaced it with a spare he had in his garage, and even let me help with putting it back together, saying that it would go faster if we both worked on it. I had a lot of fun messing around with tools and figuring which part goes where, and I learned so much just in that one night alone, it left me craving for more. After we finished putting the intestines of the engine back, he hooked it onto a chain which was dangling from a stand. He then used the stand to raise and lower the engine into an old car.
He called it his testing car, since he could not identify it. It took a while, but we eventually had it all hooked up to the car. He filled the tank with gasoline, which I discovered I just LOVED the smell of. I had to rev the car a few times to get the fresh gas and oil flowing, and after the third time trying to start it up and hitting the gas pedal, the engine came alive with a bang, and then a soft, beautiful hum.
I turned off the engine, and Long gave me a pat on the back. I'm surprised that he was able to not hurt me with the claws on his hands. His mother decided to call us in to hit the hay a few seconds later. We slowly and grudgingly put all the tools away, and wiped up the extra oil that was spilled where we were working. He used this spray called brake cleaner, although he said it was used for all types of grease, grime and oil.
We walk inside the house via garage door. Long said not to touch anything until we washed up. Into the bathroom we went, which conveniently placed right next to Longs bedroom. We both used the special soap to wash up. It appeared that wherever there was a sink, there was also that special soap. Another thing I learned that night was how badly grease and oil stuck to fur. It took a while for me to get all the grease off of my furred hands.
I turned off the sink after I was done and followed Long into his small bedroom, both of us undressing completely to get ready for sleep. Long jumped on his bed; I crawled under the blanket. It wasn't as comfy as my hammock, but it was late and I was tired, so I didn't complain. Plus I had a lot to do tomorrow anyway, so I had to get my sleep. We took a few minutes to joke about how some words just don't make sense or sound weird, like 'bump'. Longs mother came in, said goodnight, and turned off the light as she left the room.
For about an hour, I sat there, just staring up at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep. For some reason my adrenaline wouldn't leave my system. I looked over at Long as he grunted and rolled over, facing me with half- closed and bloodshot eyes.
"Can't sleep either, eh?" I aksed.
"How'd you guess?" he answered back in a highly sarcastic tone. I was a little hurt by it, since I was not use to heavy sarcasm, but I let roll off my shoulder. I got up to my knees, and leaned over, placing my arms on his bed and my head on my arms.
"What you thinking about?"
"The weird cracker commercials jingle. got it stuck in my head. How about you?"
"My mother and father, wondering where they are buried."
"Sometimes I also wonder about my father, but I knew him, or at least one of them. He was the one who taught me what I know, and I loved him a lot. But sometimes he would be mean to my mother, so I don't really worry about him."
"I wish I had as good of a memory. I just wish I knew who my family was. Sonic is my only family now." I sat up and leaned on the side of his bed, now face to face with him.
"Well, goodnight tails. Try and get some sleep," It was at that time he decided to do something unexpected. It wasn't a bad thing, or at least it didn't seem so at the time. He leaned forward from resting on his side, got nice and close to me. I could feel his breathe on my cheek. It was followed closely by a slightly damp sensation that felt good, and not at all wrong.
"Sweet dreams," He muttered before he turned his back to me. I lied back down and covered myself with the blanket. I gently rubbed the place where his smooth lips touched my skin. This thought seemed to somehow comfort me into sleeping easier.
'Long.'
The night was peaceful and kind to me, and I woke in the bright early morning to a heavenly aroma that filled my nostrils with teasing pleasure. I got up from my slightly uncomfortable position and stretched out a bit before heading outside. I didn't bother to get my clothes on, since it was still only morning. I walked through the halls with partly blurred vision from the brightness of the sun through the windows which contradicted the darkness of the night.
I found my way into the kitchen, where I was met with a goddess and her supply of heaven sent food being fried in a golden skillet. Actually, it was a non-stick pan, but that is how I picture it right now. She refused to tell me what was being cooked, but it looked like mushrooms being sautéed in a sauce of some sort, along with bean sprouts. Long came in shortly after in the same attire, sniffing in the scent as well, but his eyes were focused on something more to his preference.
"Corn beef-hash, aww, mom you shouldn't have," He had a huge smile on his face as he said this.
"Well, I was trying to save it for a special occasion, but the occasion never arose, so I thought I would do it now," Cathy went back to cooking, humming with a voice of downy soft waves being rebounded within the whole body and soul. I sat at the table melting into the spell in the song.
"I can't wait to taste those mushrooms," My mouth was near watering, but I kept my manners. Long and I eventually got up and set the table. When we finished and seated ourselves, the food made its way to the table. I had mushrooms and bean sprouts which sautéed in teriyaki sauce and sesame seeds. I was a bit skeptical at first when I saw the meal being put onto my plate. I use my fork and pieced one of the mushrooms, and plopped it into my mouth before I had any second thoughts .It was better than I could ever have imagined. As I bite into the mushroom, I felt the juices soaked into it release themselves and dive onto my tongue. This mixed with the rich flavor of teriyaki and the slight taste of sesame seeds gave it an all around sweet flavor that was not overpowering, yet in flooded the senses with delight. I took no time in helping myself to as much as I could fit into my mouth. It was the best meal I had in ages, as you could tell, and I can still almost taste it now. We made small talk, and before I knew it, the meal had been devoured.
After the meal things became a bit strange. No matter how much I protested that it would be imposing of me, Longs mother finally convinced me to go and take a shower, sending Long to take it with me. Long turned on the hot water and said he could stand just about any heat, and also told me not to worry about taking too long, since the hot water almost never ran out. Taking his offer, I waited for the water to heat up, then I turned on the cold water till I felt it cool down to a comfortable warm. I was a bit nervous as we both stepped into the shower, but Long seemed fearless, and that helped me a bit. Strange, how I only met this child yesterday, and already I am family enough to take showers with him. The water pressure was a bit high, and it pounded onto my back in a slightly painful but overall pleasurably relaxing way. We switched off, and long took a shot at the stream, while I stayed off to the side a bit, looking particularly scrawny due to my fur being matted down by water. Long fur was short enough so he looked almost the same except for his spiked hair matted to the back of his neck. While in the shower, I noticed we had to share the soap bar, since there was only one. Long began on himself first, getting his slightly yet naturally huge forearms, then worked his way to his chest, then down across his belly and to his awkward feet. He then went back up to his head and scrubbed his neck and head making sure to get his long ears, but did not get his face yet.
"Hey, could you get my back for me?" he asked. I was quite nervous, since I usually don't take showers with other people. I obliged anyway as I took the soap bar and rubbed it in my hands working up a lather. Long had his back to me and he hunched over slightly. I began to rub Longs back, scrubbing under his fur, running my hands along his back and lower back, getting right into the crook of his tail, and worked my way back up again, massaging his back a little as I worked the soap into his skin and fur. I finished and handed back the soap bar, which he took and used to wash the fur on his face. After he rinsed off, he looked over at me.
"Thanks for washing my back. what's up?" He obviously sensed my nervousness.
"I haven't showered with another person in over a year, and I've NEVER showered with another guy before," It was one of the few memories I had from childhood, when I was still with my mother. I was blushing, and it would have shown through my fur if my fur was not wet.
"Here, I'll get your back, and you need to relax, this is just how my mom is. I don't know why she is this way, but she just is. I don't question her."
I was pretty stiff, even under the hot water. I turned around and in a short amount of time I felt his hands. err. claws on my back. They had a soft, but firm touch, his claws rubbing into my muscles as fingers would, not actually cutting my skin. He worked the soap into me, I could feel him caressing every inch of my back, down to my mid back, and then lower back, as I did unto him. This helped me relax a lot, and I was practically putty in his hands. I didn't notice when he started to go around my front side, rubbing my stomach, and then up to my chest. When his hands started to go lower though, I started to notice. I looked back at him, and he seemed genuinely non-threatening, and I did not sense any mischievousness about him. So I let him continue with his work, felling him rub my inner thighs, and then, rubbing right over my crotch.
These new feelings inside of me were interesting, and scary. He stopped rubbing my nether region, and continued with the rest of my body, my arms and my legs, even up to my face. When he was finished, I just had to ask.
"Why did you decided to wash my whole body? Not that I'm complaining or anything."
"Because I could tell you were a bit nervous, and a good shower and full body soaping always calmed me down, so I did it to you to calm you down. It worked, didn't it? And if you were so nervous about it, why didn't you stop me?"
He had a point. After rinsing the rest of our fur we hopped out of the shower and dried off. I donned my clothes, grabbed my stuff and headed for the door. I said goodbye to a still nude Long and his mother just outside the door. Long gave me a soft punch on the shoulder before I left. I turned my back to them, and took to the skies via my tails. I hoped to see Long again soon, so we could hang out more often.
It didn't take long to reach Sonics house. I touched down right outside the yard, and walked toward the house. The closer I got, though, the more strange everything seemed to be. When I finally got to the door and turned the doorknob to open it, the whole door just fell, kicking up a bunch of dust.
I took a good look inside and gasped. Someone thrashed our house and good. One wouldn't normally have noticed for a moment, but I did instantly. As I walked inside a little bit, I noticed that dishes were broken, laundry was thrown everywhere, the sink was broken and leaking, and there was a faint smell of gas in the air.
'GAS!!!'
I ran for the door, but before I could touch outside the door, there was a very distinct sound of an explosion. I felt my body being lifted from the ground, as some invisible wall knocked me out of the house. The concussion of the explosion knocked the wind out of me.
As I was flying through the air on an endless trek of time, I felt a painful burning sensation that crawled over my whole back and head. A painful jar and a sharp pain in my arm told me I had hit the ground finally. My whole body was throbbing in pain, especially my arm. I cried out in pain, screaming until my throat could take no more, and even then I continued silently. Rivers flowed from my eyes, making me blind. I felt as though I was going to die of excruciating pain
'PAIN!!!'
I eventually got enough control over myself to roll onto my stomach, being careful not to roll over the arm that hurt. Using one hand, my good hand, I painfully pushed myself off the ground and up to my feet. My good hand instantly went over to clutch my arm. My arm just didn't feel right under my hand, like something was out of place, but I did not look for fear of what I might see.
I stood there, staring at the carnage that was my house a few seconds ago. I was shocked, I could think of nothing as I watched my home burn to the ground. Not a single thought entered my mind. I felt a shaking; someone pulled me from my trance.
I turned around and saw Sonic. I watched his lips move, I could tell he was straining his throat to talk to me. I could not hear what he was saying. I couldn't hear HIM. He was crying. Tears were coming down his face.
"Sonic?..."
I looked beyond him. Red trucks, blue cars, several of them surround the flames. Waterfalls plowed through the fires of hell. I looked beyond all that. What I was looking at, while the taste fear poisoned my tongue and started to arouse my spirit, was a white van with a red cross on the side.
'No.'
The ambulance pulled up, Its lights shining brightly in my eyes.
'NO!!!'
Fear started to control my body, making it walk away backwards, slowly.
'GO AWAY!!!'
I tripped over a hose, and landed on my hands. A felt something tear out of my arm, but I didn't acknowledge the pain.
'LEAVE ME ALONE!!!'
I scrambled backwards, the men in white coats came after me.
'God help me.'
I got up to my feet and tried to run away.
'Must get away!!'
Something big and heavy connected with my back. I fell to the ground with a thud, grass piled into my mouth. The pain in my back returned to me for a moment and I let out a hoarse scream of agony.
'NOOOOO!!!!!'
I couldn't get away.
'Trapped.'
I spat out the bitterness in my mouth, and turned to look at my assailant. To my horror, it was the one person who said he would protect me, Sonic. He looked me straight in the eye, looking at me as if I had gone mad.
'I'm NOT crazy!! I have to get away!! They'll hurt me!!!'
I struggled more. I almost became free, but this time, those white maniacal coats caught me, at last.
'WHY?!?!'
I felt a sharp pain embed itself into my arm. The world started to get blurry, and slowly black out around me.
'Why..'
A/N: DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING, NOW DID YA?!?! Oh, and I have a pic, courtesy of Gree Falcon. It is a pic of tails and Long. A colored version coming soon. If you want to see it, e-mail me or Gree Falcon (since I'm too cheap to buy the extra service) Comments? Flames? Actual constructive reviews? Please just give me a review or send me an e-mail. All (meaning most) replies are appreciated. Have a shpadoinkle day. Oh, and for a reply for Kevian August question, "By any chance is Long based off Long from Bloody Roar 1/2/3?," The answer is, Only by name, everything else is of my own design. As for why that is, because I didn't want to use Shenlong, and I was out of ideas for names that didn't sound corny.