Furry High (furry 'coming of age' story) R18+

11

"I'm gonna need to stuff my paws down the drain again." Adrian chuckled.

But he was just a voice, insignificant amongst the pisser-downer that brewed in the heavens above us.
"Is th-that a fact?"

"Sure is. Every year when it gets like this, my mum and I stay outside for the entire storm. Just to feel the pour of it all against our fur... you know? It's kinda the only tradition that we could keep going as I got older. Because – although we try – you can't really stop the rain. Well, not with two furs, a flooded backyard, and a handful of clogged-up storm-drains anyways."

"That's c-cool."

"Yeah, I always thought so. She's awesome like that... what about you, Southy? Got any traditions with your parents?"

"Yeah." I smiled. "I've got a sh-shit load of them with my little b-brother, and a few with muh, m-my mum and stuff. Nothing really with my step-dad, though."

"Step-dads suck. That's a fuckin' fact."

"Eh, d-depends... why? Your parents divorced?"

Adrian took a moment to gather his words.
"No. Not really. My dads just not around enough to be much more than a 'step-dad', if you get what I mean. Its mostly just been me and my mum."

"Is she the suh, s-same breed as you?"

"Yeah, a bit more pure though. My dad..." He swallowed a lump in my throat.
"My dad's a husky, but I got none of that."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It's hard to tell from looking at me, aye? I'm just a little bit darker in the fur, a bit lighter in the eyes..."

I looked at his eyes, both of our heads still tilted upwards like stubborn children disagreeing with their parents.
"Oh yeah!" I chuckled. "I s-see it now."

He returned the laugh, and we both drifted back into gazing through the impossible grey above us. Swirling, almost brewing... I wonder how much of that is going to end up in my mail-box.

"We should probably get going before it-"

Just like that, the skies tap turned on at full blast. The clouds had been too fat and heavy, so they began to cry their tears.
Nice, large warm drops that flooded down in an instant.
The street had become as grey as the sky, cars appearing and disappearing out of the mist of heavy downfall, their headlights locked on full-beam. Fighting the storm with bright yellow fury.

Adrian and I looked directly at each-other, rain quickly slapping wet spots onto our shirts.
He smiled, I shook my head, he snickered, I grinned,
and then we burst out laughing.

We laughed to the point of tears, although it was impossible to notice them in all this. Our backs hunched over. Just some teenagers messing around. Just some good friends, who hadn't had a catch up in a while. We laughed until our stomachs hurt.
What the fuck have we got ourselves into...

"I..." Adrian tried to say, but as we locked eyes again he roared out again in laughter. A clapped a paw on his shoulder and laughed with him on the way down.
"I... haha." He said as he wiped warm tears and warm water away from his face.

"C-C'mon." I chuckled, patting him on the back as if he were choking on somethin' big.
"Get it ou, o-out."

"I gotta run to my car. I'll come pick you up on the way out."

I thought about us both locked in the confined space of a car together.
You like that don't you?
And just like that came the highlight-reel of fractured memories... memories of Adrian out in the forest... blank feelings of him digging around inside of me.

"I'm guh-good, thanks. I'll just w-walk."

He cocked his head.
"You sure?"

"Yeah." I could feel my face going red.
"It's all guh, g-g..."

"Good?" He finished with a chuckle.
"Well... if you say so, I guess."

He began to walk off, getting greyer every step he took. He stopped, turned around, and clasped a two-paw cup around his mouth to project his voice.
"I'll give you a call if anything comes up! You know, if anyone's offering some dog-nightmare!"

I smiled at how stupid he was for yelling that out.
"Sounds good!" I yelled back.

He waved me off and then kept walking on, now just a smudge of fur disappearing through the waves of water. Like a villain in the beginning of the story, getting away with the first of their schemes... but they always get caught eventually, don't they?

I felt my tongue itch, and I watched Adrian walk further and further away.
Losing my chance.

Finally, I swore under my breath and checked whether anyone was around before I cupped my paws to my mouth as he had.
"Adrian!"

I felt my legs twitch, ready to move in case I needed to run after him. But there was no need: He stopped fading into grey, and his silhouette stopped to raise its arms.

"Yo!" He called out, his voice faint.

I felt my heart-beat quicken under my soaking shirt. A wet hammer, duh-dum, duh-dum. Fuck, should I really say this?
"Wuh, w-why..." I cleared the voice crack out of my voice.

Here we go...

"Why did you rape me?!"

Oh shit, I really said that...

The smudge of a border-collie hesitated through the pouring rain. Staying still, unmoving, thinking.

I felt my eyes begin to brew up tears... but I shook them away quickly, determined to face my fears.

The silhouettes arms raised again after what felt like an eternity.
"You were drugged and drunk... and I was... you know..."

I felt my eyes close, my face scrunching slowly as I began to cry. I looked down at my feet, impossible to tell whether tear or water-droplets soaking into my shoes and socks.

The silhouette raised its arms, and this time he kept them up there.
"I'm so sorry Skim...!"

I shook my head and yelled back.
"That wasn't why!" My voice was bendy and fragile, like the branches around us getting tumbled and beaten in the storm.
"You didn't d-do it because you were horny! You're more cuh, c-complicated than that!"

The silhouette lay unmoving. Just shimmering from the tides of water bucketing down in the space between us.
I wonder what going through his mind right now...

I bit my lip, forcing back the tears that were biting at the back of my eyes.
"Why did you rape me?!"

He remained shimmering, unhindered by my cries.

I felt my head drop. A seed of doubt grew deep down in my stomach. Had I said the wrong thing? What was going to happen now? Why isn't he responding?

Finally, I heard Adrian's words penetrate the rain.
"When you and me get this all done and behind us, I'll tell you why... I'll tell you why I did what I did, to you..."

I stood strong, soaking his words in.

"How does that sound, Southy? I'll buy us a beer, and we'll hash it all out?"

I gritted my teeth.
"F-Fuck you, Adrian! I deserve to nuh, n-know!"

He hesitated.
"You sure you don't want that ride home?"

"F-fuh, f-fuck you!!"

But before the brief words had even left my mouth, the border-collie had completely dissolved into the grey. As if he had simply fallen over and melted into water, not a trace... not a tuff of fur left behind.
Just the same grey that swept lifelessly around me.

Leaving me alone to realise the stupidity of my choices. The stupidity of my pride to not suck up to him. The pride of refusing a warm car-seat with a good-radio churning away whatever was relevant at the moment.

The pride of wading alone through flooded streets for the rest of the day...

...Stupid fucking pride...