Hybrid Theory Chapter 4
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Chapter Four
Newton's Third Law
I was still worried about the smell in the camper, but Ravan assured me that: One -- after it sat parked for a long time, the smell would go away, and Two -- his dad wouldn't care. I was still amazed his dad was so much more open minded than mine. I hung around and helped him get the stuff unpacked. The Vargella's garage was nicer than our house. Ravan's `room', if you could call it that -- was actually an apartment was over the garage. He took me up for a tour. He had his own bedroom, bathroom and a small kitchenette.
"The original owners built this as a suite for the grandmother. Since I'm the oldest child, I got it" he said proudly. Though it shouldn't, the whole thing made me feel kind of down. I'm not good enough for him. Ravan deserved some other rich kid; what did he see in me? I noticed the clock beside his bed. I needed to go, so I'd be home before my mom and dad got back from temple. I told Ravan and started to leave. He caught me and pulled me in for a last kiss. I skipped down the stairs, hopped on my bike and took off. My mind raced as I headed home, thinking about what we'd done this weekend. Not a virgin anymore I made the thought into a song and hummed it to myself. I felt some way about that; I couldn't really pinpoint exactly how I felt. I felt like a massive furball of confusion. I got home to an empty house thank gods. I went and dumped the contents of my backpack into the laundry hamper, retrieving the empty tube of Vaseline lip care and chucking it in the bathroom trashcan. I probably should replace that soon -- just in case. I lifted my arm and sniffed; still acceptable. I went into my room and started studying for my classes tomorrow.
I was still there when I head mom and dad come in. The TV went on, that would be dad settling in to watch some kind of sports show. Mom popped her head through the doorway and asked if we had a good time. I nodded and told her it was very nice at the lake. I heard her go and pick up the hamper to start washing clothes. A few minutes later she came back in, holding Ravan's shirt. THE SHIRT. The very one he'd cum all over early this morning as I pounded his ass. The very one covered in both our cum and juices. I suddenly felt sick.
"This isn't your shirt, and there's something all over it" she said. I went full-body blush. With his usual worst timing ever, dad walked up to go to the bathroom just as this exchange was happening. I saw his nose sniff the air. He took the shirt from mom's hands and sniffed it, immediately knowing what the stain was. He threw the shirt to the floor and started scrubbing his hands in the sink. When he turned, I saw his eyes narrow, and the insides of his ears turned red. He circled me and ducked sniffing around me. His eyes darted up to lock with mine.
"What the fuck have you done, Kreg?" he growled. I wished I could disappear, but the gods weren't helping this time.
"I...nothing...uh...that's not...that's Ravan's shirt" I stammered. He looked from the shirt to me, he never missed anything. He watched as my eyes darted to avoid his gaze, how I fidgeted. He leaned in and growled loudly, "I can fucking smell him on you!" He ducked down and smelled my ass. "He's been in you -- you...you...parak'ta!!!" he yelled before shoving me backward onto the bed so violently my head hit the wall, leaving an indention in the sheetrock. My Vanterran was limited but, oh-so-well do I know the word `parak'ta' -- `tail-raiser'. If felt like he'd shoved a knife in my heart.
"I'll not have a liar living in my house, much less a tail-raiser!" dad yelled.
"Grav, you haven't even given him a chance to explain!" Mom said, trying to intervene, but he wasn't hearing it.
"What the fuck is there to explain? He has the smell of his lover's cum on him. This is a matter between men, or I should say between one man and one trying to pass as a man, Marian!" he snapped, flashing his teeth at her. She jumped back, clearly having never seen this side of him. She slunk away down the hall keeping her eye on me as I rubbed my aching head.
"The next thing from your maw had better be truth fit for the gods..." my father growled, "Did you allow yourself to be..." his face contorted with disgust, "violated?" He already knew, he just wanted to further humiliate me by making me say it to him.
I weighed my options in silence, none of them were good. If I told the truth I'd probably get a beating, if I lied, I'd also probably get a beating. He lunged toward me, and I dodged, but his claws dug into my forearm and sunk through the fur into the flesh below. I yelped like a kicked puppy as blood began welling up out of the claw marks.
"Answer. Me. RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW!" he screamed. It was like a dam broke inside me, and I just started flooding him with years of repressed feelings -- vitriol spewed out of me.
"Yeah dad! We did everything you hate. I sucked his cock, I fucked him, he fucked me...and you know something?" I didn't wait for his response, "Not only was it glorious but not a gods damned second of it was any of your business!! Both on Earth AND Vanterra I am an adult!"
"If you were on Vanterra, you'd be in prison or dead" he spat back at me, a look of pure disgust on his face.
"Fuck Vanterra and their backward bullshit rules!" I screamed back at him. It was his turn to look as if he'd been slapped. The calm that followed was even scarier.
"It's true, Kreg, you are an adult on either planet. That being as it is, you are no longer my problem nor my responsibility! You can get the fuck out of my house parak'ta" he said calmly. Mom ventured back down the hall, thinking the storm might be over.
"Grav, please take some time...cool off..." she said. Suddenly, the rage was back at full volume. He turned slightly and slapped her into the wall with the back of his hand -- she slumped to the floor like a rag doll.
My entire field of vision went red in an instant. Some primal force enveloped me, and in less than a heartbeat, I was on him. I leapt from the bed and landed my entire weight on him, knocking him to the floor - I was blinded by rage. I kept punching him over and over even after he'd lost consciousness. I only stopped because mom caught my arm and pulled me off him. At some point in my blinding rage, I'd started crying and my fur was a soppy mess -- Oh gods, I'm just like him. Mom held me close to her and sobbed with me. I glanced up and the sight of her swelled face made my vision tinge with red again. I had to get away from this motherfucker. I didn't want to be like him in any way.
"Kreg, I think you'd better go somewhere for a few days. Let me talk to him" she said, her words slurring from the swelling. I looked at her, then back at the crumpled dog in my bedroom floor feeling simultaneously ashamed and victorious. Mom was perceptive enough to see how my mind was working.
"You caught him off guard, that's all. Next time you won't" she said. I was so hopped up I wasn't sure I agreed, but I really didn't want to be in this house anymore anyway. I picked up my backpack and stuffed a change of clothes in it and headed out as he was trying to come to. Mother ushered me quickly out the door.
"Text me and let me know where you are" she said as I hurried out. I wiped my eyes on my sleeve and put my helmet on and tried to figure out what to do. The first step was just to get away. I cranked the bike and took off down the street. I stopped at the Walmart parking lot and sat on my bike, just trying to collect my thoughts. Ravan. I called Ravan and let him know what happened. He told me to come back, and we'd figure something out. I cranked up and took off again towards Rav's house. I tried to think up some story we could tell his parents. I wondered what they would think about me showing up again so quick.
I didn't have to wonder long. Mr. and Mrs. Vargella were waiting with Ravan when I pulled up in the driveway. When I saw them, I almost kept going, but honestly...I didn't have anywhere else to go. Ravan ran to meet me and yelped when I pulled off my helmet. I had been bleeding from the knot where I hit the wall -- it had oozed down my neck and soaked the collar of my shirt and joined the blood from the scratches where dad's claws dug into my upper arm. All my mind could register was this shirt is ruined. Ravan called his mother to come over and look at it. They helped me off the bike and into the house. Mrs. Vargella cleaned me up while Mr. Vargella (who asked me to call him Kris) had me (to my intense embarrassment) go through the whole story. I was crying again -- what the fuck is wrong with me? Mr. and Mrs. Vargella looked at each other in horror when I told them about my dad backhanding mother into unconsciousness. Kris' eyes flashed with familiar anger. He wanted to call the police and report dad for domestic abuse.
"That would be useless" I told him, "Mom would never press charges against him."
Mrs. Vargella (please call me Kathy) just shook her head in disbelief. Kris paced the floor and said something in rapid-fire Vanterran that I couldn't quite follow, but I caught quite a few of the profanities in it. Once Kathy was satisfied that the bleeding was stopped, me and Ravan excused ourselves and went up to his `room' over the garage to talk.
"Did you seriously tell them everything we did at the lake?" I asked him, blushing at the thought.
"I never lie to my parents" he answered, but didn't really answer.
"Yeah, but do they know that we..." I hesitated. He shook his head in the affirmative.
"All of it?" I asked. Again, he nodded yes. I felt so embarrassed I started thinking about getting on my bike and driving off a cliff. He looked at me like he didn't understand what the problem was.
"Rav, some things are meant to be private" I said, not able to mask the disappointment and dejection in my voice.
"Did they ask? Or did you just volunteer information?" I snapped at him.
"Well...unlike you...look...I told you my dad doesn't care...he's not like..." Ravan stammered. His inability to answer a direct question was beginning to piss me off.
"Yeah, you got that right" I said patting the bandage on my head.
"You're staying here with me" Ravan said. I wasn't sure what to say to that. Sleeping with my boyfriend at his parents' house was new ground for me, I wasn't sure how comfortable I was with that. On the other hand, where else did I have to go? I had three fourths of a tank of gas and a dollar and some change. I took mental account of my position: one good thing was that the motorcycle was mine legally. When they gave it to me, they put the title in my name. There was one problem -- it was financed. I'd have to get mom to give me the loan company information and get some kind of job so I could pay the payment and my insurance and gas. Thinking about it made my head hurt and I squeezed my eye shut trying to wish it all away.
"I've really got to find a job now" I said wearily. I'd been half-assed looking to assuage dad, but now I'd actually have to have some kind of income to survive. I'd check the campus employment office tomorrow. Ravan put his arm around me, and I laid my head over onto his shoulder. I hardly noticed when his dad and little brother came in.
"I hope Ravan told you that you're staying with us?" he asked me. He looked so concerned. I thought about my own dad compared to him and the waterworks started again. I buried my face into Ravan's shoulder trying to hide my shame. Rav's hand came up to cradle my head to his chest. Ravan told his dad we were okay, and I heard them exit.
"It's okay, Kreg" Rav said quietly, holding me even closer as I sobbed into his shirt soaking through into his fur. He laid us back onto the bed and I eventually got a grip on myself.
"Why are your parents being so nice to me?" I asked him.
"Chain reaction" he said. I looked confused. "I love you and they love me. What hurts you hurts me, and what hurts me hurts them. Chain reaction."
Gods. Why couldn't I have been born to parents like Ravan's I asked the gods or myself, sniffling a couple more times.
I remembered to text mom. Knowing dad, he'd be monitoring her phone, so I didn't give any pertinent information, just a quick message saying, "I'm safe" then "Are you okay?"
"She's none of your business parak'ta. We are a childless couple now." said the return text. Even though I was full of hate right now, his words still felt like a gut punch. He'd obviously commandeered mom's phone; I'd have to catch her tomorrow while he was at work. Ravan had read the message from beside me and pulled me closer and kissed me on the top of my head, carefully avoiding the bandage. I kept my emotions in check this time.
"Was that your brother?" I asked him. He nodded and said "Daniel, I call him Danny."
"How old is he?" I asked, trying to divert my thoughts to some other topic besides my own misery.
"Fifteen" Ravan said, "And girl crazy. You don't need to be having designs on him."
"I wasn't `having designs' on him" I said, shocked he'd think that.
"I was just kidding" Rav said, "Trying to cheer you up." It wasn't working, but nothing would right now.
"So. I'm a soon to be college drop out. I have two outfits and a motorcycle with a loan on it to my name" I said. Ravan listened quietly. "Homeless, orphaned, suicidal..."
"Take back that last part" he said, "If you did that, you'd be killing both of us."
I stared into his sky-blue eyes and pressed my muzzle against his own.
"Also, you're not homeless as long as I have a home" he said between kisses, "Also, I don't think you're orphaned, I think some people need to time to adjust to new realities." His tongue went into my mouth and one hand moved to rest on the growing lump in my jeans. That's when the door opened again. Damn, this place has zero privacy.
It was Danny. Rav didn't make any attempts to hide what we'd been up to, but I jumped and moved away. Danny looked amused more than anything else.
"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt you guys" he said, a piece of a smile creeping along his muzzle. I looked down at my hands, trying to disappear again. Ravan lazily patted the bed and Danny walked over an sat.
"No biggie, I've caught you doing some embarrassing things before" Ravan told him. They both chuckled. This whole family is so alien to me, I feel like a fundamentalist compared to them.
"Are you going to be my brother-in-law?" Danny asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"We aren't to that stage...at least not yet" Rav answered him.
"He is cute, I like the floppy ears...no homo" Danny said. I couldn't help but smile at the last part.
"You should feel how soft his fur is" Ravan said. Are they just trying to embarrass me to death right here on the spot? Danny looked at me as if asking permission. I held out my paw to him. He ran his hand down my arm once and quickly pulled away.
"Wow, he's softer than Melanie" he said in Ravan's direction.
"You're not becoming a switch hitter are you, little brother?" Ravan kidded.
"No way. I like the perfume and silk panty people. Your fur is very erotic though, no homo" he said, looking at me. Again, with the `no homo'. I actually laughed out loud for the first time today.
"Thanks, Danny" Rav said. It was as if they had conspired to cheer me up, but they couldn't have. I guess that just how brothers acted? I had no idea being an only child. Mission accomplished; Danny got up to go.
"Oh, by the way, mom said come down for diner in 30..." he looked at the clock, "10 minutes. Why don't you just come back with me?"
We started out but I saw the bloody shirt in the mirror. I told them to hold on while I changed shirts. I pulled off the bloody shirt and pulled my one clean shirt out of my pack. I felt eyes on me as I pulled the shirt on.
"Nice body too...no homo" Danny said to Rav. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I decided to get a jab in.
"Nah, Danny, I think there's at least a little homo in there" I muttered. Danny laughed and Ravan punched him in the arm.
Kathy and Kris were already at the table, filling their plates with something I'd never seen before. It looked vaguely like meat of some sort with maybe vegetables of some sort -- it had to be a Vanterran meal. I sat down beside Ravan and watched him fill his plate, I hesitated, not sure what to get. I ended up copying Ravan's plate.
"Oh, you actually like the purple stuff too?" Kathy asked. I shrugged.
"I've never had any Vanterran food" I admitted, "I was just copying Ravan and hoping for the best."
"Well, the purple stuff is actually called..." Kris corrected her with the Vanterran name which I doubted I could pronounce either, she ignored him and continued, "It's a love it or hate it food. Ravan is a `love it' person."
"It makes your crap float" Danny blurted out, getting a stern look from Kathy. "What? - It does!" he said. She shook her head.
Since it was the oddest thing, I decided to try it first. Weird. The closest taste that came to mind was Hot and Sour Soup, only a little earthier and solid instead of soupy. Ravan was watching me intensely; I gave him a thumbs up.
"You two must really be meant for each other" Kathy said, and on cue, I blushed again.
After dinner, we watched the news with Rav's dad. Danny left to go see Melanie, his girlfriend, after being reminded to be home before 10 o'clock. We hung out until some stupid show came on the television, then Rav excused us, and we went up to his room. We both studied until bedtime for our classes tomorrow. Around 9:30, Ravan got up and locked the door.
"No more surprise visits" he said cheerfully. He ducked into the bathroom to do his nightly routine.
"There's a spare toothbrush in here for you, the one with the brown handle" he called out. How appropriate.
I got up and went to join him, thankful that I wouldn't have to let my teeth rot. He finished brushing and stood at the toilet to pee. I slyly watched him in the mirror. He caught me and he grinned and flapped his dick at me. He went back to get in bed, and I took my turn relieving myself then went to join him. I usually slept in shorts at home, but I obviously didn't have them here. I wondered what to do. Ravan pulled the covers back and patted the bed; he was naked as the day he was born. When in Rome, I thought, and proceeded to slough my clothes off and lay them on the loveseat. I made a big show of slowly pulling my tail out of the tail hole as I pulled them off and threw them on the pile, then crawled into the bed and scooted back into him. He flipped the covers over us, turned off the lamp, and wrapped his arm around me pulling me close. After all the stuff that went down today, I was exhausted and melted into his embrace and went into a fitful sleep.
I was back at home, but I wasn't, because it was after I left. I saw mom tending to the wounds I'd inflicted on dad. He slowly started coming to and fixed his eyes on her. She shrunk back from him, but he came after her and started choking her. He just kept on and on until her eyes popped out of her sockets, and she was making a gurgling noise. I tried to reach out to stop him, but he'd sprouted a second set of arms, and he began beating me to a pulp while he made sure mom was dead. Once I was down, the second set of hands grabbed my throat, and I screamed and tried to get up. Something was holding me around my chest. In the background, I could hear somebody saying Kreg! Wake up! Wake up! I felt something shaking me and I opened my eyes.
"Kreg? Come on, buddy. It's okay. It's me, it's Rav. Kreg?" I looked up into Ravan's worried face in the dim lamp light.
I was covered in sweat and aching from tensing my muscles. I fixed my gaze on Ravan, trying to pull myself the rest of the way back into reality. Finally, the dream started fading. A night terror -- I'd had them a long time ago when I was a little kid, never since then -- until now. I forced myself to take a deep breath and hold it a count of 20 before letting it out. Then repeated the action. I could feel my heart rate dropping. I looked at Rav, his chest and abs were wet from holding me. I let out a deep breath, then pushed up on my elbow and kissed him. He looked as confused as I felt, but...he kissed me back. We made out for a few minutes.
"Are you okay now?" Ravan asked me.
"I think so" I replied, wrapping my hand around the soft lump between his legs. Something in the back of my brain was telling me to do this so I can sleep. I felt his dick coming to life despite the scare I'd just given him. As his dick got harder, my own jumped up. I moved down to suck it into my mouth until my muzzle was buried in his furry sack. Fully awake, he grabbed me and spun me around so he could access my junk. We ended up in a late-night 69. I sucked him until he shot down my throat and vice versa. Drained again, I turned back around and laid my head on his shoulders.
"Think you can sleep now without the dreams?" he asked.
"I don't know...I hope so" I told him.
We were on our sides, facing each other, foreheads touching when I fell asleep again.
I thought I was having a nightmare again as the hideous beeping noise kept on and on. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Then the lamp came on and I watched as Ravan hit the button on the alarm clock to shut it off.
"Get your fat ass up, we've got school" he mumbled, half asleep. I hit him with a pillow, and he rolled over on top of me grabbing my wrists above my head and lowered down until he could plant a kiss on me, then jumped up and skittered into the bathroom. I slowly made my way in behind him.
"Come on" he said from inside the shower.
"You sure my fat ass will fit in there with your fatter ass?" I asked, he ignored me and started up the water, getting it to the right temperature. I stepped in and closed the door. We washed each other with his body wash to get rid of the sweat from my night terror, then got out and dried each other off. I went and put on my one set of clothes and sat on the loveseat tying my shoes.
"We should ride together in my car" Ravan said as he walked out of the bathroom.
"I was gonna go by and check on my mom while dad's at work" I said.
"Then we should definitely go in my car. I don't want you to go there without any backup" he said, "Your mom was probably right about him being ready for you next time." I started to argue, but he had a point, so I nodded and waited for him to get ready. He was slow doing everything. He wouldn't last a day around my dad. Speed and efficiency is what matters to him. Rav finally finished dressing, and we headed out.
Lambodara 12/20/24
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