This choice: Quiet, Unassuming Badger • Go Back...Chapter #4Quiet, Unassuming Badger by: oldshep   You wake up at your desk, a pool of drool matting down your fur on one side. Great, not again. You always said you liked to study, and you did. Just not... five subjects all at once! You had promised yourself that you'd keep up with the readings in all your courses, that you'd make your father proud.
Like you could ever do that. He hated you. You have a picture of him sitting on your desk. He's gruff, a rough and tumble kind of man, a brown bear woodsman. A man who valued physical prowess. And you were his failure. Your thin arms are nothing like his. Hell, you couldn't even put on a bit a pudge like the old man. He failed to make you a man in his eyes. He failed to keep his wife satisfied... to have her bear a child of another father.
Father always said that you were a product of sin. Unlovable at best. Not only did you spawn from mother's unfaithfulness, but you also 'murdered' your mother on the way out. She died giving labour to you, hellspawn. He called you the Devil sometimes. It hurt, but the insults stopped hurting, the scars healing over with thicker skin. But the damage's been done. Sometimes you wish you could be more outgoing. Wish you could be more like... him.
You turn to your side to see your roommate, Manny, taking a nap. He always said that these naps 'helped him to grow bigger after a heavy workout.' Like hell if he needs more size! You once asked him how much weighed, completely flabbergasted when he said he was 7'4'', and closing in on 400 pounds. Said he wanted to be 450 by the end of the year. You bite your lip, once more looking at the slumbering giant. When he told you all this, you did a quick check. There hasn't been a guy his size on any college football team in 10 years! No wonder Harvard scooped him up. Not only was he big, he was... good looking too. If he wanted, he could be suave, his eyes were so deep and soulful.
You give yourself a smirk. Stop thinking stupid, Paul. You shake your head and make your way to the bathroom the both of you shared. You stare into the mirror, wishing you could be anyone but the little, weedy badger staring back at you. You had an awful complexion, fur matte with next to no shine, it wasn't even thick enough to hide some of the bony features on your frame. You always looked tired, then again, as a hardworking student, you were! (Unlike Manny...) But worst of all, you've always had the oddest looking eyes. They were almost glassy, grey with just a twinge of what could almost be described as a dying fire. People actually thought you were some kind of creepy goth kid wearing contacts; not like you needed your self-esteem even further destroyed.
You splash your face with water, rinsing out the drool clinging to your fur. You lean over and grab some of Manny's fur facial cleanser. You often liked to sneak little samples of his stuff, just to try them out. You could never afford the stuff he uses, instead you usually opt for the dollar (more like $2 due to inflation) variety of goods, no name soaps, toothpaste, you name it. You scrub it into your skin and it feels great, like little beads cleansing your skin deep underneath your fur. You're pretty sure this one little bottle costs more than your entire toiletry collection. Sometimes you wished you could have a dad like Manny's loaded parents (the prolific Jason Gorlauski and his hubby).
You jump when the door suddenly bursts open. You turn to see the giant goat standing in the doorway, slowly squeezing his way in. "Oh, hey, there ya are, buddy," the goat chuckles. He puts a giant paw on top of your head and ruffles your headfur. It irks you... not because it's annoying in and of itself, but because... you think he sees you as a kid and not like some of the other guys... he's brought to your dorm at night. From the sounds of it, and the way every guy he's been with had to limp their way out of your room, he's quite the beast. Hell, it's almost every other day you've had to sleep in the common room. Your RA's been getting worried, but the little squirrel's yet to muster his courage and talk to the giant Emmanuel about it.
Manny leans over, the big black goat suddenly taking a whiff. "Hey, you used my facial cleanser?" he asks.
"Y-yeah," you gulp. "Sorry-"
"Ah, don't worry 'bout it, bud. 'Sides, it really makes you smell good," he chuffs. You blush profusely at the comment. Why did he always have to tease you? You always get mixed signals from the guy. Sometimes you think he's flirting with you. Hell, the first day you met, the first thing he did was plop himself down on his bed and began to masturbate. When you caught him, you're sure he winked at you.
"'Kay, Paul, I need a shower," the big guy grunts. His thick hands push at your back, the huge goat corralling you out. He's a bit bossy, but he's not a bad guy per se. You sit back down at your desk and mull over this week's notes, your weekly Friday review. You're just about to get into the finer details of cell theory when Manny bursts out of the bathroom, a thick layer of steam billowing out.
As always, he's wearing nothing but a towel around his waist... and once again, the towel's so small you can see the tip of his gargantuan shaft poking out from underneath. The boy has no tact. Manny stretches out and cracks a couple kinks out (your sure he's just showing off his sculpted back) as he pilfers through his wardrobe. "So, I'll be out late tonight," he says.
"Again?" you groan. The goat's always doing this to you! When he's not bringing home some boy-toy (he'd gone through half the soccer team in a month, and by now he's halfway through the gayer guys (and some 'experimenting' guys) on the football team), or working out at a 24 hour gym (coming back smelling like a footlocker), he's going out late, probably getting drunk and screwing around. He'd come back early in the morning and a lot of the times, he'd wake you up. You sigh to yourself, if you didn't enjoy the eye candy so much, you'd probably have requested a room transfer by now.
"Sorry, bud," the goat says. Hey, at least he's sincere. "I'll make it up to ya, promise. Hey, you can use any of stuff, how's that sound?"
"Just go," you chuckle. You got up and pushed at the giant's back as he was popping on a little-too-small polo to finish his ensemble. "Go have your fun."
He giggles on the way out. "Thanks, Paul, you're the best."
You're glad you closed the door after that. You didn't want to let him know how much you were blushing.
***
Tonight was a rare night. A rare night indeed. You were feeling a bit sexy, a bit frisky. You don't really think of it, but Manny's words, his complements, really gave you a boost in confidence, at least for today. And you were feeling pretty good about yourself. You had treated yourself to a little shower of your own, using all the products Manny would use (hey, he did say you could use 'em!). You came out fresh, you came out spicy. Damn, you even felt more manly just by using them!
So you decided to do something you haven't done in a while. You boot up your laptop and make your way onto some good ol' fashioned porno sites. You have one favourite in particular, one you used to watch when you had first discovered your 'inclinations.' It was an old video, maybe 20 years or so old. On your screen, you see a big and buff tiger, smaller than Manny, but incredibly built; the legendary football coach, JJ Carter, back in his glory days. And there was also another man, the grotesquely huge Jared Kuznetsov, a white wolf who knew no equal on the bodybuilding circuit back in the day. You always had a fascination with that wolf, how he could grow even bigger than he is on the screen. As the two hulking giants begin to get it on, the wolf grunting as he forces his way into his future hubby, you beat yourself off with a fervour few could match. You hadn't whacked off since you got here, too scared that Manny might catch you (something that was clearly not reciprocated).
You turn the volume down when the white wolf moans loudly, busting a nut into his gargantuan lover. God, you love whoever uploaded this video. You whimper softly as you too begin to unload your small (and rather wimpy) payload onto your sheets. You've jerked yourself plenty of times. But this was the first time you've ever screamed after doing so.
On your sheets is a black slick, small ribbons of it oozing from the tip of your cock. What the fuck? Your heart pounds in your chest. What's happening to you? What-
You don't have time to think it over. You jump and drag your sheets with you as you hide behind your bed as the door to your room opens.
"Paul? You home, buddy?" A despondent sounding Manny calls out. When he gets no response, his voice drops to a whisper. "He's not here."
You expect it to hear some stud talk back... but the voice is female. "You really had to fuck this hunt up, didn't you, Manny?" a girl hisses. You know that voice. That's Manny's older sister, well sort of sister. Elena's... a bit of a hardass, but you admire her work ethic. In ways, the orange and cream cat likes hanging with you more than her own brother.
You see the short cat dragging the giant black goat into your room, flicking the lights on. The first thing you notice, is the rather large katana in the cat's hands. She tosses the blade onto Manny's bed and you could've sworn it was covered what looked like dark blood. "If you had maybe trained with Grandpa instead of always working out with him, this wouldn't have happened."
"Hey, you're not the one bleeding here!" the goat hisses back.
"Just hold still, you wuss. I'll get you bandaged up, pour some holy water on it, and get widdle Manny all bwetter," the cat chuckles. It's then that you bump into your nightstand. In a flash, the cat whips by Manny's bed, picks up the sword and in an instant somersaults to your side of the room. "Oh, God... Paul?" she blurts.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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