The characters in this story to belong to me baltotakuma or his human player T.West also this story don?t contain yiff just only hint?s of it. This story is for the cub lovers out there.
An Otter?s Love /a Polar Bear Sorrow
But it is only a sword, Mattimeo. It does not make you a warrior merely because you carry it. Weapon may be carried by creatures who are evil, dishonest, violent or lazy. The true warrior is good, gentle and honest. His bravery comes from within himself; He learns to conquer his own fears and misdeeds. Do you understand me??
-Matthias warrior of Redwall Mattimeo ~a tale from Redwall series~
Night fell as the two paws walk in a straight line left, right, left. They were tired after walking most of the day. His fur once pure white was now a dirty off-white, messy fur matted down by a week of being on his own!! Cobalt grey sky rained down upon him, as he struck out his off white thumb at the traffic that passes on the road. 'Why did she?' He thought, as a hunter green sports utility vehicle slowed to a stop, about thirty feet in front of him and blew its horn. He couldn't shake himself out the trance, of his mother and the eight-inch scar on his back from the whip she used to tan his hide.
Honking again, the albino-furred otter switched gears and drove Backward to the stunned polar bear teen.
"Hey... Hey polar boy, do you need a ride?"
He asked as he unbuckled his seat belt and saw the shocked look on the boy?s un-responsive face. Getting out of his car, Carl spoke in a calm tone of voice as he inched his way to young polar cub.
"Hey there, are you okay? You lost or...?
Not getting any answer, but still the same look from the teen as he moved closer to the Polar bear, he noticed the off-white fur that reveals to every one that this person hasn't taken a shower in a week or two. Even closer, within two feet of the cub, he saw the scar from the whip that hit his back. Looking left then right, out for others or some kind of explanation. There weren't any. Carl took an even closer at the red and inflamed scar as it leaked a clear and yellow Puss.
?What in the hell happened to you cub? Damn, come on let's get you to a hospital...?
Carl said as he placed his front paws on the boy shoulders, pushing The Cub into the SUV and buckled the safety belt.
"No...?
The otter jumped a bit.
"No hospital. No police. They... They make me go back. I not go bac...?
The last of a slur as the boy slumped, not even the pain of his wound keeping him from passing out in the warm vehicle.
Getting back into his Carl just started driving and thought of his passenger who would do something like this to a cub?? he doesn?t want to go home, so there must be some problems on the home front. Then I thought about the amount of trouble I could get into if I was found this kid?
Pushing a button on the dashboard marked with a symbol of telephone on it. As the female voice responded to his press of the button. Yes Carl, who would you like me to call? She said asking.
Sandy would you to call Jonathan fox-wolf please!!
Yes Carl but have you for..
Forget about that sandy, I need you to call him now he could be my only way out of this without me going back to prison!! Sandy tell him I know it?s been awhile but I need his help badly.
I got that Carl, I?ll give him your sincere apologizes for writing the letters that you wrote while you were in prison.
Do anything that will get him to speak or to help me sandy!! He told the voice on the phone
Will do Carl, good-bye the voice said as she hung up the phone. Thinking back to the cub and the drive home, I Shifting the stick shift into the 2nd gear and driving off the side a back on to the road and headed home.
Driving Carl hit the button for the radio and found one of his favorite music groups Mono, as she was being to sing ?Life in mono? Thomas passed my lips as i began to hum the song.
With the music taking me back five years ago, a time when he helped another cub out of a dangerous situation. That was the times were he used to be free enough to have any cub in his car or taking one of the many boy cub?s home for the night, but that was the past as the memories of young Thomas Thews.
Thomas was a raccoon whose parent?s never wanted him and gave him up for adoption, and when he was ten, his adoptive parent?s sold him to a huge Great Dane. That night Thomas was told the he would become the little bitch of Rocket. (Thomas knew that some of the adoptive parent?s would sell their cub for money plus the checks they got for taking care of their cubs.) And the Dane that they sold him also known as Rocket would be the one who would take his young tail-hole.
But Thomas luck held, and kept him from getting raped by the great huge Dane. First because of a young Ocelot named William, who loved being taken by the large Dane and knew he would get away by blaming someone else for the raccoons escape. So William told Thomas the only way to escape with ass intact. Second was because the green sports utility vehicle had stopped in front of the garbage cage while seeing a cub jump out the fourth story window.
That night I spent in the hospital was Thomas was getting his broken arm put into cast, a sling, and Carl was getting a dressing down of his life, the from the social worker about how you need to keep and eye on a cub as young as Thomas. As they left the hospital Thomas was asking, what are you going to do with me?
I told him. ?I really didn?t know?
As the music ended and the host started to talk about how Martha Stewart was only several weeks from getting out prison, I turned the radio off and wonder why they can?t leave the poor rabbit woman alone, there are enough sex joke about her than there are about the Dalmatian and Ex-President Bill Clinton.
The sky turned darker telling Carl night has arrived. Looking over to his passenger and seeing that the un-know cub-boy was still asleep. Coming to a stop in the road, he looked left then right and turned into lane that leads to his home. Pulling into the driveway, he saw my small two-story home w/its garage doors down closed. He reaching down onto the in small cabinet, and opening it to the getting the garage door opener and clicking the button to open the door. Driving into the garage as the started to shut on it?s own a huge Saint Bernard came to and started to wag her tail lovingly
?Hey Arizona, do you want your dinner girl?? he spoke to her in a gentle tones as she looked in to the car as I got out of the driver side of the car and walked over to the passenger side and opening the door to picked up the polar bear cub in my arms and walking to the door and lifting, hunching the cub onto his shoulders in a fireman?s carry and opened the door to the kitchen. Going thru the kitchen and passing thru the hall, he passed the pictures of Thomas and I to the first floor guest room. The guest room was once the old resident sun parch until he had change the lay-out of the house, by adding the guest room and the garage
As I placed the polar cub in the bed chest down, back toward the ceiling walking to bathroom on the first floor and looking the medicine cabinet for the first aid kit which I found it with ease, getting back to the cub as I looked at his injured back to see that the injury wasn?t as bad, I thought it was. Even though his back was slash and need stitches, I thought I could do them at home. Especially when he said, ?No police or hospitals. They make me go back, I not go back!? Then just passed out, like a light. Who could be so bad that they would whip a kid to the point were his back was slashed then, let him go or escaped from who ever did this.
Turning my attention back to his backside, I took out the alcohol, Hydrogen Peroxide and some Neosporin for the scar I knew he would have, after cleaned an sewed up the slash in his back. Grabbing the some paper towels, I poured alcohol onto the towels cutting the rag of shirt off with scissors from first aid kit. Taking the paper towel with the alcohol soaked into, I brush it against the slash forcing the yellow puss out the scabs that that covered the wound. As both scab?s and puss came off and out of his body, I poured more alcohol on the wound and wipe up the excess, then poured the Hydrogen Peroxide to be sure that his wound was cleaned with that I brought out medical catgut stitching line, ready to sew up his back. I grabbed the two folds of skin and forcing them together and placing the needle at the beginning and stared to sew.
?Sewing skin isn?t like sewing clothes; clothes are easy to sew than skin, since skin can be tore and ripped apart?. Anyway it took me at least forty minutes to fully stitch up the wound in the cub?s back. As i was leaving the room I heard a mumbling saying ?No hospital. No police. They... They make me go back. I not want to go back. Can?t go back...? The kid kept repeating No hospital. No police. They... They make me go back. I not want to go back, can?t go back. What happen to you kid I thought in my mind? As he walked into the guest room?s bathroom and washing his paw-like hands off of the blood and puss that came from the slash his back. Looking at his paws stained red with the cub blood on them.
With no answer I did the best thing I knew how to do, I prayed for him and it?s been something
Heavenly father it?s been a long time since the last time I prayed to you, last time I curse and damn you then cried for your forgiveness, because I missed Thomas so much and when I started to get his letters in prison from shelly elm-tail, I was happy. But when they said he died, I guess I lost it or whatever little faith I did have. Shelly has helped and encouraged me while I was in prison, cleaned my home found Thomas and passed mail between us. But lord I found a boy on the road today in a daze just walking, he was tired beaten and abuse. I have patched his physical wounds, but until I fine out what happed to him, I wont know the extent of the mental to him he?s say he doesn?t want to go back to were he was, also he said no police or hospital?s. I sorry, but what is going here god? What am I supposed to do with this cub? Love him to not in the way I love Thomas but like a father/son relationship but what if he doesn?t want that? Just let go and pray that he comes back? I only know that I can do for him and see if any of Thomas clothes could fit him, if not I go to the to Wal-mart on the other side of town, that?s a better way I think
But as the last word was out of his mouth, he remember an eleven year old running play with Kansas as the sunshine high in the blue skies while I watched from a blanket on another side of the field. (Shaken with the memory and wanting to know why I did forget it or why he remember it were did it come from:)
I haven? done since that day I found out Thomas had die trying to save a group of cub?s from his group home they were save but as he was about to exit the building, the floor from above crashed down a upon him and engulfed him in it?s flames while some the children screamed other?s tried to help or save him, His body was never recovered, They said it was possible for his body to have been incinerated by the heat. But a lot of the kid?s say that?s his alive, I tend to believe them if he can live by falling out of a four stories window he can live through anything. If he?s out their, just waiting for his 19th birthday to arrive it?s almost here.
Arizona ran in the room with ball in mouth, then putting it down, pushing it towards and her excited barking told me ?come-on master let?s play? Ruff-Ruff barking in that cute way all puppies do when they are excited like she is now . Arizona is nine month?s old and loves to play in the evening with her ball or with the ducks (she chases them and they chases her trying to bite her tail. she?s just like her mother, Kansas with the black mask on her face around her eyes with the brown and white coat on her body and tail. As I threw the tennis ball toward the end of the yard, she took off after it like was white on rice or gravy on a quarter-pound stake. Jumping in mid air and catching it, as if she is in the major leagues. With the advent of nano learner tech for the cats and dog?s basic training and advance training had become easy for house pets and owners.
Throwing the ball again, I heard the chime of the doorbell and ran for the front door; looking thru the peep-hole I saw several furson on my porch, an old pet. Un-locking the door I took in the site, several of my old friend?s looking back at me as I opened the door. I spoke ?uh uh come on in, it?s been awhile hasn?t except for you Shelly and Kansas.?
Why have you called us together Carl, you find another trick fuck?em and fell in love with?em? Spoke Randy as the Shepard as he walked in.
Hi, Carl said the small feminine figure of Rachael the foxcyon one of my eldest cub-hood friends and once my lover when we were 16, she broke it off, and my heart. Time has healed my feelings about her. She, Shelly and Marc were the only ones who encourage my and Thomas relationship.
Then came marc a deaf raccoon with his jogging suit on, signing to me hi, how are you and puppy Arizona and why have you called us? He spoke fast with his fingers. Even fast so no could see him asking could he stay here for a couple of days, Marc was the last of my cub-hood friends, everyone else was met Jr.high or high school
Randy is a tall Shepard and I mean tall, your normal Shepard height would be about 5?5 to 6?3 but randy is close to 6?9 and I ?m 6?2 and always have to look up to him. But he never understood my relationship with Thomas, but he always respected my decision to be both lover and father to Thomas.
Look Carl Thomas is gone, and we all feel for you but you got to let him go. Said my last guess as walked thru the door his blue eye?s were large an domination, his ears was expressive as an loon as the white furred wolfox came thru the door.
With a noise from the kitchen Arizona ran to meet everyone and her mother who start running after her in the playful manner in which she played with Thomas.
Kansas and Arizona Don?t go in the guestroom, now go in the back and play.
Carl why did you say that to them asked Shelly
Well, I said? ?I might as well show you?
"Show us what Carl, it not another one is it?? Marc signed as Johnathan barked the words out of his mouth.
Putting my head down, a sighing escaped my mouth ?Go in the guest room and look at him, he has a scar on his back from a whip or something.? B. bu But I said gaining strength in his voice. ?He's asleep, please don't wake him up. I don?t think he?s had much sleep at all. "
So where did you find this one? She asked sandy growling at me.
?He was just walking on autopilot out on the road as I pass him I saw his thumb stuck out,? so I had decided to help him out by running him in to the next town. But as I got to him that?s when I saw the wound on his back and put him in the car and brought `me back here, sewed the wound up.
So what are you going to do with him Carl? Marc signed as everyone looked at me wanting to know the answer I was going to say!!! You know you under parole & probation right and I don?t want you to go prison again signed with the fervor as a man prays to god for forgiveness for sinful commented.
I can?t obviously keep; I can?t keep him can I? They will barely allow me to keep Arizona here, so what in the holy ham sandwich do you think I can do with him!!! .
?He not some pet that you can pick up on the side of the road, Carl!! You?re the one who found him, you take care of him!!!? randy yelled at me shouting angrily. As he walked out of the guest room and open the front door and slammed it shut loudly. Starting his car and blowing his horn loudly ?come on sandy let?s get out of this mess before it get started I won?t go to jail for some fucking otter that won?t it get thru his nutshell of a brain that he can?t be around kids no more!!!?
He so fucking fast I thought as I said ?I was going to ask you Johnathan, that could you take care of him for me, I?ll pay for anything he wants or needs?
So what are you going to do when he want to leave, after he?s healed up? Johnathan said as marc sign the same. Well bring him back here and I?ll try to speak with him. Ok, but you never have to worry about a cub coming back do you? I said as I arched an eyebrow toward Johnathan.
He blushed and turned his head away from both marc and myself and said that ?Rorri is 15th and Nicholas is 13th were exception to that, that most of the cub?s just want it once and leave, but there is the one bunny cub named Axel just love it under his tail? he said turning to fine marc, myself watched as he told of his lover?s and stopping and looking at us as if to say (Okay, okay Carl we are just the same.)
*************** The brook babbled in the plane of green, pine trees tussled in the wind. Morgan walked thru the wilderness of trees, grass and yellow flowers. Playing with Ethan his father making castle?s and throwing water balloons at each other then, Morgan asked his father a question to which he didn?t answer, he walked over to his father. Memories appeared before his, as if he was watching TV.
They were of his father caring for him when he was sick or carrying him on his shoulders, playing in the mud staining him a chocolate brown that made his dad laugh when he came home, but mom was pissed off at him and spanked him royally. Dad and mom had their differences and fussed almost everyday about how my behavior was, mom says I a hellion and have on respect for anyone. Dad tries to tell her, that?s how children are suppose to act until they learn what to do and whatnot to do.!!
As I walked closer, then he heard the shot?s and turned back to see his mom wielding a three fifty-seven magnum and leveling. As he fell I cried, she yelled I never loved you bastard the only reason we married was because of that son of yours Morgan and yes I saw you, you sick bastard taking your son virginity. It at daddy and fires again shooting the larger fur between the eyes
Nooooooooooooooooo he?d screamed, as he?s scream?s transfer from the world of dreams to the real world. ?Nooooooo dad please, don?t leave me!!!? He cried out ******** As we sat on the couch drinking a beer from Japan, one that we all favored but couldn?t pronounce because the name was in Japanese. We heard a scream coming from the guest room then a thump, as if something fell down. Running into the room we saw polar boy on the floor huddle in the corner with the blankets over him as if trying to hide from the world within them. He looked at us with a look of dread as he saw us, seeing this I told the others to give me some time with the cub.
As they left I got on my hand, knees and crawled over as close as I could get to him and I spoke to him in soft voice hopping the boy was coherent enough to remember me
Hey buddy remember me, I helped you out and pick you up on the road? I said to him.
He shook his head in saying no, ?Wh-wh-Who are you, and were am I??
I took a deep breath and said. ?Well my name is Carl and I found you on the road walking you look as if in a dazed and on autopilot because you weren?t responding to me when I was asking question the only thing you said was (No hospital. No police. They... They make me go back. I not go back.) What does that mean?
All he said, ?Mommy killed him and hurt me too.? as he burst into tears
Oh God what have I gotting my self into?
I had to end it their because if I didn?t I wouldn?t have any thing else to write!!!!!!!!!!