Story Notes:
For any confusion, these pokemon are feral in a seemingly natural/civil environment. A cross between. And more detail becomes evident as the story goes on.Also, as a big fan of DBZ and power-based things, this will have some minor swaying effect. Nothing like over 9000 references and kamehamehas, it still keeps the pokemon basis.
Decisions
?Decisions
I woke up in a state of utter confusion. I was on my stomach, with the blankets half over me, it was wet under my belly, and my butt hurt alot. I lifted myself up onto all fours, and sat back while the blankets rolled off of me. I looked around the room in awe, trying to remember what had happened.
It started coming back, I can remember talking to Bolt, and then coming to the decision, and what we had done in here. Why did I even ask for that? What the hell were my intentions? It didn't bring out anything good, now I just have a sore ass today, and i didn't understand what I was trying to do. I remember telling myself it would help if it ever happened between Tybalt and me. I'm not even so sure he likes me back yet; I can't go and jump the gun so quickly on that one. Also why was I still wet? We never finished, as far as i could remember. I may have had a dream that I don't remember. Or he could've come back while I was sleeping. But he's my brother, he wouldn't do that.
I found myself struggling to get out of bed, it really did hurt alot. Why hadn't I noticed it hurting when it was happening? I must've really been out of it. All I know is that I totally lost my mind last night. I made my way slowly over to the bathroom, dragging my sheets with me. So that I could get a chance to wash them before anyone sees it. We kept our washer and dryer in the bathroom, on the opposite side of everything else. There wasn't a whole lot of room in there, but enough to open the doors, and enough to walk. I opened the door and shoved the sheets and whatnot into the washer, and turned it on. I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible, my eyes were droopy, the fur on my head was a total mess. I shook my head a bit, and went downstairs.
I was losing track of the days now. What was it, Monday? Tuesday? It didn't matter though; I had almost completely forgotten that school was over for the holidays. Christmas was coming up soon and I couldn't be happier that school is gone.
After I had a shower, I was going to go to Tybalt's house. As I usually would.
"Bye, mom!" I said as I was about to leave.
"Hang on a sec, Roy. Come here." She said, stopping me.
I went over to the couch, where she was sitting. I didn't know what she would want me for. Did I do something wrong?
"We need to talk." She said sternly. "Sit down." I did as I was told.
"What's wrong Mom?" I asked.
"Are you feeling ok Roy? I'm worried about you. You're never home, and your brother and I worry that you're leaving us..." she held my paw, and was looking directly at me.
"I'm fine Mom. I mean it. Don't think for a second that I don't love you guys, both of you." I couldn't exactly explain to her my reason for wanting to be with Tybalt all of the time. I'm not sure how she?d take it. "Can I please go?"
"Alright, but don't stay for a week just because you have holidays. Christmas is coming soon, and we need you here." She seemed like she was in a better mood.
"Don't worry, I'l$l be back tomorrow or something." I said it sincerely. I couldn't be 100 percent sure I'd actually be back that soon though.
-
I thought about what we talked about the whole walk there. She was right though. I did seem to be abandoning my own family. I'm literally throwing my life away, just because I've fallen in love. I don't mean to hurt anyone, but I want to show him how committed I can be. I can't do that to them though; I mean I've always been there for Bolt. I can't ditch him now; he needs me. I can try and go back to normal after I solve things with Tybalt. Once we establish what's actually happening, I'll start going home on weekdays, and spend the nights on weekends or something. It's so stressful though; I can't please everyone. This may be the first time in my entire life that I've tried doing something strictly for myself.
-
When I showed up, I knocked on the door, like I usually would. His Mom answered.
"Oh, Hi Roy! Come on in." she said cheerfully.
"Thanks." I said, and stepped in.
"Tybalt's upstairs, in his room, doing something, I'm not sure though. I haven't seen him much today. He came out for breakfast, and then just went back into his room." She explained before leaving into the backyard.
I peered through the window in the kitchen; everyone was out in the back, playing in the snow. Both of his parents were sitting in chairs, watching the younger kids play. I backed up a bit, until I was view of the stairs. I looked up at the closed doors, and wondered what he could be doing. I anxiously looked forward to seeing him again. I turned and started up the stairs. Taking my time with each step, I looked on at the entrance to where he was. I turned the right angle that the stairs followed, and went for the door. I leant up against it to try and hear what he was doing, but no sounds could be heard. I felt giddy, and somewhat foolish. I figured my acts were childish, but I was enjoying myself. My face was pressed against the door, my ear going straight up the side. I had my paw on the handle, and slowly opened the door. I showed my face in through the door, and thought of a better idea before I even saw anything. I slammed open the door pretty hard.
"Hey! Whatcha do- Oh..." From what I saw then, I felt embarrassed. It was almost exactly the same situation as when I found Bolt that one night. Actually, it is pretty much the same, only I wasn't expecting it. He was sitting on his bed, covers off, and it was the same situation. I couldn't help but stare at what he was grasping. My eyes were flying madly, observing every aspect of him, but mostly what was apparent in his crotch. It seemed to be the same size as mine, around 4-5 inches, from what I could tell, but his looked thicker. My cheeks were flaming red in an instant, and I felt the pain of the minor sparks being exerted. Neither of us moved, nor said anything for what seemed to be a while. I shifted my focus to the look on his face. It was some cross between disgust and embarrassment. Either way, he wasn't too happy. He was blushing almost as bad as I was, but continued to do nothing. I looked down and shut my eyes tight finally.
"I-I'm...so sorry. I didn't mean to..." I just stopped there, and turned to leave. I went to shut the door behind me, but I was stopped.
"Roy." I heard from behind me. "Don't go."
I turned around slowly, lifted my head, and opened my eyes. He was standing now, almost right behind me. I gasped a bit, because I didn't expect it. His cock was still showing, and I struggled not to stare again. Instead I stared right into his eyes. Our looks were bound, and we didn't say much after that. His eyes were glistening with the shade of gorgeous green. It reminded me of the beautiful view in spring, when nature was returning to its lush colors, and the thunderstorms were frequent. I was somewhat surprised by his notion, the fact that he really didn't mind that I saw him this way.
He motioned me back inside, and closed the door behind me. I just stood there in confusion. He returned to where he sat, and looked back at me. His hard-on hadn't subsided, and it was all I could pay attention to.
"Come sit down with me." He said as he patted the bed next to him.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" I asked. "I mean, that's usually a private thing, I didn't expect that you'd be so calm about it."
"Well it was bound to happen, that we see each other's like this anyways." He said, smiling, as I sat down next to him.
"Each other's...what?" I didn?t quite get what he meant. "I can see yours, but when have you seen mine?"
"Just now." He giggled, pointing in between my legs. I gasped a bit in embarrassment, and my blush returned, fiercer than ever. I didn't even realise it, but I, too, was being revealed; already full too. I could see in comparison now, his was thicker, but mine was a bit longer. Not that I care.
"Oh, wow..." We were being fuelled by the sight of each other?s erections. We exchanged embarrassed and silly glances. Neither of us said anything, we kind of just sat there, staring. "This is really strange." I said. "We haven't done this before. I never expected this to even get anywhere."
"What do you mean?" he asked, grabbing himself again briefly and then looking back at me.
"Well, I mean..." I didn't know if I wanted to continue saying anything. Should I explain? I suppose it would help. If he feels the same way, then he'll say so. Otherwise, I'll know that my efforts shouldn't be wasted. "I...kinda think I have a crush on you..." I looked down at a spot on the bed in front of me. I stared wide-eyed, and blushing. I was wishing he wouldn't respond. Soon, that ceased to be the case, and I was very much happy that I told him.
"Roy, I understand." He said quietly, but loud enough that I could hear him.
"Please don't be mad! Wait, you do?" I was relieved but confused.
"Yea, actually. I've been thinking about it for a while now. Ever since about a week ago, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I've been feeling strange feelings I've never felt before." He put his paw under my chin, and turned my head towards him. "I've been in love before, Roy. But this is different. I feel as if it's something I will never be able to let go of."
"Tybalt." I said calmly. I felt content, but I was also in a head rush of other emotions as well. We were both still hard, not having let up once. I can assume we both had inappropriate thoughts the whole, but never considered them completely. "I, think I love you."
His eyes grew wide, as if he didn't expect that at all. I could tell he was holding his breath, and then he starting breathing again.
"Sorry, was that too much?" I asked.
"No. I just didn't think you actually meant it; because I was dead-serious. I almost figured you were kidding around." He said quickly, kind of rushed.
"Oh, well sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything. It doesn't seem right though. I've heard that same sex couples don't have successful relationships because they're not supposed to be together." I was kind of trying to change the subject.
"Don't think that Roy. Who cares what anyone else says, we'll defy them if we have to." He sounded serious now.
"Are you sure? Are you ok with it?" My intentions were that I wanted to make sure he was with me completely.
"You seem to be doubtful of me Roy. I guess I'll just have to prove it to you." I went to say something, but was cut off by his lips touching mine. I almost freaked out. This was a dream come true, literally. I didn't hesitate to kiss back; I knew it was what he wanted. He leaned himself overtop of me, not breaking it, and I was in the submissive position now. He reached his paw down and lightly touched the area around the base of my member. I shivered a bit. The feeling was sensational, and it tickled somewhat. His paw found its way to the actual thing, and started going slowly up to the tip.
The exact moment he touched the tip, we heard a loud voice. "Tybalt! Roy! Come get some lunch!" He flipped off of me in an instant, and almost fell off of the bed. Nobody came in, but he freaked out anyways.
"Ok Mom! We'll be there in a minute!" he yelled back. We took the time to wait until we were back to normal before going downstairs. There was no time to go any further, because if we took much longer, someone would come in and catch us. I felt disappointed, but glad that I got it over with.
I know I told Mom I would come home alot more often, but now that this has happened, I'm not so sure I ever want to leave. I'm caught in between Love, and Family. What am I going to do?
I woke up in a state of utter confusion. I was on my stomach, with the blankets half over me, it was wet under my belly, and my butt hurt alot. I lifted myself up onto all fours, and sat back while the blankets rolled off of me. I looked around the room in awe, trying to remember what had happened.
It started coming back, I can remember talking to Bolt, and then coming to the decision, and what we had done in here. Why did I even ask for that? What the hell were my intentions? It didn't bring out anything good, now I just have a sore ass today, and i didn't understand what I was trying to do. I remember telling myself it would help if it ever happened between Tybalt and me. I'm not even so sure he likes me back yet; I can't go and jump the gun so quickly on that one. Also why was I still wet? We never finished, as far as i could remember. I may have had a dream that I don't remember. Or he could've come back while I was sleeping. But he's my brother, he wouldn't do that.
I found myself struggling to get out of bed, it really did hurt alot. Why hadn't I noticed it hurting when it was happening? I must've really been out of it. All I know is that I totally lost my mind last night. I made my way slowly over to the bathroom, dragging my sheets with me. So that I could get a chance to wash them before anyone sees it. We kept our washer and dryer in the bathroom, on the opposite side of everything else. There wasn't a whole lot of room in there, but enough to open the doors, and enough to walk. I opened the door and shoved the sheets and whatnot into the washer, and turned it on. I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible, my eyes were droopy, the fur on my head was a total mess. I shook my head a bit, and went downstairs.
I was losing track of the days now. What was it, Monday? Tuesday? It didn't matter though; I had almost completely forgotten that school was over for the holidays. Christmas was coming up soon and I couldn't be happier that school is gone.
After I had a shower, I was going to go to Tybalt's house. As I usually would.
"Bye, mom!" I said as I was about to leave.
"Hang on a sec, Roy. Come here." She said, stopping me.
I went over to the couch, where she was sitting. I didn't know what she would want me for. Did I do something wrong?
"We need to talk." She said sternly. "Sit down." I did as I was told.
"What's wrong Mom?" I asked.
"Are you feeling ok Roy? I'm worried about you. You're never home, and your brother and I worry that you're leaving us..." she held my paw, and was looking directly at me.
"I'm fine Mom. I mean it. Don't think for a second that I don't love you guys, both of you." I couldn't exactly explain to her my reason for wanting to be with Tybalt all of the time. I'm not sure how she?d take it. "Can I please go?"
"Alright, but don't stay for a week just because you have holidays. Christmas is coming soon, and we need you here." She seemed like she was in a better mood.
"Don't worry, I'l$l be back tomorrow or something." I said it sincerely. I couldn't be 100 percent sure I'd actually be back that soon though.
-
I thought about what we talked about the whole walk there. She was right though. I did seem to be abandoning my own family. I'm literally throwing my life away, just because I've fallen in love. I don't mean to hurt anyone, but I want to show him how committed I can be. I can't do that to them though; I mean I've always been there for Bolt. I can't ditch him now; he needs me. I can try and go back to normal after I solve things with Tybalt. Once we establish what's actually happening, I'll start going home on weekdays, and spend the nights on weekends or something. It's so stressful though; I can't please everyone. This may be the first time in my entire life that I've tried doing something strictly for myself.
-
When I showed up, I knocked on the door, like I usually would. His Mom answered.
"Oh, Hi Roy! Come on in." she said cheerfully.
"Thanks." I said, and stepped in.
"Tybalt's upstairs, in his room, doing something, I'm not sure though. I haven't seen him much today. He came out for breakfast, and then just went back into his room." She explained before leaving into the backyard.
I peered through the window in the kitchen; everyone was out in the back, playing in the snow. Both of his parents were sitting in chairs, watching the younger kids play. I backed up a bit, until I was view of the stairs. I looked up at the closed doors, and wondered what he could be doing. I anxiously looked forward to seeing him again. I turned and started up the stairs. Taking my time with each step, I looked on at the entrance to where he was. I turned the right angle that the stairs followed, and went for the door. I leant up against it to try and hear what he was doing, but no sounds could be heard. I felt giddy, and somewhat foolish. I figured my acts were childish, but I was enjoying myself. My face was pressed against the door, my ear going straight up the side. I had my paw on the handle, and slowly opened the door. I showed my face in through the door, and thought of a better idea before I even saw anything. I slammed open the door pretty hard.
"Hey! Whatcha do- Oh..." From what I saw then, I felt embarrassed. It was almost exactly the same situation as when I found Bolt that one night. Actually, it is pretty much the same, only I wasn't expecting it. He was sitting on his bed, covers off, and it was the same situation. I couldn't help but stare at what he was grasping. My eyes were flying madly, observing every aspect of him, but mostly what was apparent in his crotch. It seemed to be the same size as mine, around 4-5 inches, from what I could tell, but his looked thicker. My cheeks were flaming red in an instant, and I felt the pain of the minor sparks being exerted. Neither of us moved, nor said anything for what seemed to be a while. I shifted my focus to the look on his face. It was some cross between disgust and embarrassment. Either way, he wasn't too happy. He was blushing almost as bad as I was, but continued to do nothing. I looked down and shut my eyes tight finally.
"I-I'm...so sorry. I didn't mean to..." I just stopped there, and turned to leave. I went to shut the door behind me, but I was stopped.
"Roy." I heard from behind me. "Don't go."
I turned around slowly, lifted my head, and opened my eyes. He was standing now, almost right behind me. I gasped a bit, because I didn't expect it. His cock was still showing, and I struggled not to stare again. Instead I stared right into his eyes. Our looks were bound, and we didn't say much after that. His eyes were glistening with the shade of gorgeous green. It reminded me of the beautiful view in spring, when nature was returning to its lush colors, and the thunderstorms were frequent. I was somewhat surprised by his notion, the fact that he really didn't mind that I saw him this way.
He motioned me back inside, and closed the door behind me. I just stood there in confusion. He returned to where he sat, and looked back at me. His hard-on hadn't subsided, and it was all I could pay attention to.
"Come sit down with me." He said as he patted the bed next to him.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" I asked. "I mean, that's usually a private thing, I didn't expect that you'd be so calm about it."
"Well it was bound to happen, that we see each other's like this anyways." He said, smiling, as I sat down next to him.
"Each other's...what?" I didn?t quite get what he meant. "I can see yours, but when have you seen mine?"
"Just now." He giggled, pointing in between my legs. I gasped a bit in embarrassment, and my blush returned, fiercer than ever. I didn't even realise it, but I, too, was being revealed; already full too. I could see in comparison now, his was thicker, but mine was a bit longer. Not that I care.
"Oh, wow..." We were being fuelled by the sight of each other?s erections. We exchanged embarrassed and silly glances. Neither of us said anything, we kind of just sat there, staring. "This is really strange." I said. "We haven't done this before. I never expected this to even get anywhere."
"What do you mean?" he asked, grabbing himself again briefly and then looking back at me.
"Well, I mean..." I didn't know if I wanted to continue saying anything. Should I explain? I suppose it would help. If he feels the same way, then he'll say so. Otherwise, I'll know that my efforts shouldn't be wasted. "I...kinda think I have a crush on you..." I looked down at a spot on the bed in front of me. I stared wide-eyed, and blushing. I was wishing he wouldn't respond. Soon, that ceased to be the case, and I was very much happy that I told him.
"Roy, I understand." He said quietly, but loud enough that I could hear him.
"Please don't be mad! Wait, you do?" I was relieved but confused.
"Yea, actually. I've been thinking about it for a while now. Ever since about a week ago, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I've been feeling strange feelings I've never felt before." He put his paw under my chin, and turned my head towards him. "I've been in love before, Roy. But this is different. I feel as if it's something I will never be able to let go of."
"Tybalt." I said calmly. I felt content, but I was also in a head rush of other emotions as well. We were both still hard, not having let up once. I can assume we both had inappropriate thoughts the whole, but never considered them completely. "I, think I love you."
His eyes grew wide, as if he didn't expect that at all. I could tell he was holding his breath, and then he starting breathing again.
"Sorry, was that too much?" I asked.
"No. I just didn't think you actually meant it; because I was dead-serious. I almost figured you were kidding around." He said quickly, kind of rushed.
"Oh, well sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything. It doesn't seem right though. I've heard that same sex couples don't have successful relationships because they're not supposed to be together." I was kind of trying to change the subject.
"Don't think that Roy. Who cares what anyone else says, we'll defy them if we have to." He sounded serious now.
"Are you sure? Are you ok with it?" My intentions were that I wanted to make sure he was with me completely.
"You seem to be doubtful of me Roy. I guess I'll just have to prove it to you." I went to say something, but was cut off by his lips touching mine. I almost freaked out. This was a dream come true, literally. I didn't hesitate to kiss back; I knew it was what he wanted. He leaned himself overtop of me, not breaking it, and I was in the submissive position now. He reached his paw down and lightly touched the area around the base of my member. I shivered a bit. The feeling was sensational, and it tickled somewhat. His paw found its way to the actual thing, and started going slowly up to the tip.
The exact moment he touched the tip, we heard a loud voice. "Tybalt! Roy! Come get some lunch!" He flipped off of me in an instant, and almost fell off of the bed. Nobody came in, but he freaked out anyways.
"Ok Mom! We'll be there in a minute!" he yelled back. We took the time to wait until we were back to normal before going downstairs. There was no time to go any further, because if we took much longer, someone would come in and catch us. I felt disappointed, but glad that I got it over with.
I know I told Mom I would come home alot more often, but now that this has happened, I'm not so sure I ever want to leave. I'm caught in between Love, and Family. What am I going to do?