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Clarity : Part 2 by: Pent Ghelsburg

Disclaimer: This story series is the second part of the sixth continuation of my other series. While it is not directly related to the background story of my fursona, it is very early in his life. This story attempts to maintain the scientific realism of my other works. However the basic theme now shifts from something new but not all together different. Let me know if you have any comments, suggestions, or criticisms. I am open to everything so please feel free to leave me a message! This story contains underaged smut, you have been warned.

"Immature love says: I love you because I need you.

Mature love says: I need you because I love you."

-Erich Fromm

Chapter 6: A romantic evening

Samaliel had dismissed himself into the kitchen preparing something nice for the two boys. He was quite the cook and took great pride in everything he made. Samaliel called me into the kitchen. Arriving into the small corridor, I was half expecting him to inquire as to our preferences for dinner, instead I took initiative.

"Mind if I help you make dinner tonight?I'd like to make something special." I asked Samaliel.

In truth Samaliel had suspected our closeness some time ago. After all living with his now younger brother made him abreast of such things.

"Something special? Like what?" He asked feigning uncertainty.

"You know, maybe the steak we keep around in case of guests?" I suggested calmly

I didn't mind helping Samaliel. We had a close relationship after all the years we had spent together, it was only natural for us to be so close. I first started by setting out some plates, 3 in total then followed with the silverware and cups. Samaliel thanked the younger cub before instructing him to help with the food. Samaliel had indeed pulled out the slab of hearty meat for Arthur. Samaliel allowed me to focus on the meat while going behind my back and fixing the table a different way than normal.

Removing one place at the table with the remaining two directly across from one another. The meat was broiling quite nicely and the scent was quite savory as it wafted up my nostrils. Tempting as it was, I wasn't about to indulge in it again. Samaliel poked his head over my shoulders to assure the meat wasn't burning. Samaliel grabbed his dish before deciding to dine on his own. As a final touch I placed a small candle before lighting it in the center.

"Alright Pent, I think you can handle it from here." Samaliel walked out of the kitchen.

I was a little surprised by, this unable to respond to his rushed behavior. I dimmed the lights in the house and I could hear footsteps coming downstairs. I assumed it was Arthur and my heart drummed persistently in my chest. I tried to maintain my composure, combating my own nerves before finally achieving to serve the two meals. Just in time too, not a moment later Arthur came around the corner. I had guessed that Samaliel had told him to come down.

I could make out that he was no longer wearing his school uniform. He apparently had changed in my room to some of my more roomier polo shirts and a pair of jean shorts. However he had not changed his socks. They were the same gray pair he had worn from earlier and were pushed down his ankles slightly from when he had changed clothing. Slowly he made his way to the table, his form silhouetting against the lighting of the candle.

Already in socks myself, I shuffled myself slowly to the table looking at him make his way across the table from me before joining me by candle-light. Nothing was said for several moments before Arthur finally broke the silence.

"You did all of this yourself?This sure is nice..." Arthur looked calmly into my eyes.

"Nah...Samaliel helped me." I responded wanting to be honest and open with my friend.

"Heh...guess he knows huh?" Arthur chuckled a little at their apparent lack of transparency.

I shrugged in response, not minding the notion of Samaliel knowing about our growing relationship. Obviously he saw how much Arthur meant to me and wasn't about to get in the way of us being together. I began eating at the meal in front of me. Arthur seemed to be enjoying his as well and the night together seemed to be going smoothly.

Before long I felt an unfamiliar feeling poking away at my footpaw. Suspecting mischief, I met the touch with a curious one of my own before a long bout of pawsie was initiated. Arthur's slightly larger paw pressed against mine and wriggled his toes into my pawpads. It was quite distracting for me and I wasn't really able to focus on my meal and by the looks of it, neither was Arthur. Arthur had a goofy grin on his face, it was really priceless. I wasn't one to complain as Arthur continued to explore my socked paws with his own.

A sharp blush erupted on my face and I couldn't shrug it off instead trying to distract myself by eating. It was no simple task as Arthur could tell he was getting to me. Arthur was very focused on rubbing my feet, even managing to peel off my socks without using his hands. It was quite the accomplishment. The feeling of his sock fabric against my fur generated some static as I could feel my fur attract towards his clothing.

"Aren't you gonna eat your food? It's going to get cold." I suggested to Arthur to detract his attention.

He sheepishly looked at me letting off on his assault except for his toes which kept poking away at my pawpads. We managed to finish our meals, the food taking on a more lukewarm temperature as time went on. After the ordeal was over, the two of us got up and joined together in the cause of cleaning the table of it's contents. I gazed back at Arthur a few times who seemed bothered by something.

"Something bothering you?" I asked Arthur as he delivered some utensils into the dishwasher.

"Nah, don't worry about it." Arthur said brushing it off as nothing.

I decided to let it go for now and follow up about it later. He clearly didn't want to confront the issue for the time being. We finished tidying up and headed up stairs to my room. It had been a long day and it was almost time for Arthur to go home. Looking at the clock, he had about an hour left before he had to go home and it was a school night so his parents were unlikely to extend his stay.

Chapter 7: Room and Bored

We headed back upstairs for some off time playing video games. Personally I wasn't in too them much but I knew Arthur was. After all the host must do what they can in order to please the guest to the best of their ability. Arthur plopped himself on the bed before turning on the console to play some fighting games with me. I wasn't very good at them but decided to play along with whatever venture he decided on for the afternoon.

The choice was Pokken Tournament, a fighting game that I knew I'd likely lose unless Arthur as he was as avid gamer. I sat down next to him after he handed me the spare controller. The console had already booted up and the selection screen was shown. I chose Braixen while Arthur had chosen Lucario. The first few battles went better than planned as I was victorious in 4 out of 5 rounds. I suspected mischief, he simply shrugged at me playing it off as no big ordeal. In reality I knew he was throwing the games to be nice.

This was short lived as I grew bored quite quickly, especially since he clearly wasn't trying.

"What do you wanna do then?" He asked me after I placed the controller down on the floor.

I shrugged and did not respond as I didn't really know what I wanted to do. It was an awkward moment for sure, compounded by an even more strange move after. Arthur leaned backwards on the bed so he was laying back, almost flat on the bed. He followed by raising his right footpaw upward into the air, extending it over next to me. Arthur's paw was perched right next to my cheek and as I looked over to see what he was doing, I caught a clear glimpse of his socked paw.

Arthur's paw was mere centimeters away. It was still socked and an inadvertent sniff brought about a wafting scent of his aroma. It was not as intoxicating as I thought, instead reminding me of the musk I had experienced in the forest some time ago. He could see that it wasn't bothering me, instead seeing fit to shove his playful digits wiggling them in front of my nostrils. My eyes closed a moment and through intuition I raised my right hand under his foot to cradle it. The weight of his full leg rested in my grasp.

I allowed his limb to continue to share my personal space. My nose continued to fill with the scent of his paw. The smell lingered between one of Arthur's own pre-teen pherimones and the slightly sweaty and rank nature of the sock. To be honest...the longer I indulged in the foot, the more aroused I was getting, my pants taking on a more tented look.

"Enjoying this huh, eh Pent?" Arthur said finally noticing the bulge in my pants.

"I uh..." I responded finally coming to, dropping the paw, giving way to a stupefied look of horrified embarrassment.

My face flushed with red, a heated sense of terror came over me. In a final moment of modesty, I covered myself but it was far too late for that now. Arthur had learned of a way to get to me and would likely use it to his advantage in the future.

"Don't worry bud, your secrets safe with me." Arthur ensured me sensing my own uncertainty.

I wanted more...but I knew the moment had passed and would certainly warrant more suspicion had it continued. Still he didn't seem too bothered by it and the awkwardness seemed to pass and Arthur sat up to patted me on the shoulder. Before long my arousal gave way and the sensual moment seemed to have pass. We went back to wasting time on Pokken as I wanted anything to change the subject. I was embarrassed. So much so...that I was actually looking forward to him going home.

Chapter 8: A parting gift

Playing games the second go around seemed like a much more painstaking endeavor. My mind wandered with thoughts of why I had enjoyed the scent of Arthur's paw so much. Occasionally I found my glance turning over focusing, but for a moment, on the still socked but relaxed paw of my friend. I wanted nothing more than to indulge again...but I also didn't want to raise any alarms as to my strange fascination with his foot.

Turning my attention to the clock showed that our time had overextended itself. Samaliel knocked on my door, proving this notion, and peeked in before instructing Arthur to gather his things. We were still busy playing video games which had passed the time quite quickly. Not much was said as we were both heavily focused, just on different things. I tried to hide my own distraction, which seemed to have worked. Arthur smiled over at me, packing his bag of what he had brought over.

"Where are my shoes?" Arthur asked, forgetting about the fact they were at the door.

"Uh, you can borrow some of mine if you want?" I suggested secretly hoping he would leave his own with me.

"Are you sure they'll fit?" Arthur asked considering the option for a moment.

"You can try them on, if you like, I'll make sure to return your shoes when I find them." I reassured him.

Arthur sat down on the side of the bed. Samaliel was tapping on the door, seeming to be growing impatient as time went by, pressuring Arthur to hurry up without saying anything.

"Fine, fine. I'll hurry up." Arthur hovered over a pair of my gym shoes before sliding them on.

"A bit tight...but they'll have to do. See you tomorrow Pent?" He leaned over to me kissing my cheek gently.

I simply nodded with a smile before waving goodbye. Samaliel lead the way out and following him shortly behind was Arthur. Samaliel didn't like to be late and surely this tardiness would have to be explained to Arthur's parents. Samaliel rushed my friend out of the house, and with a loud shut of the door they exited the building leaving me to my own devices. For a moment, I twiddled my fingers with my hands cupped together. My short-worked plan had worked. Picking myself up from my bed, I peeked out of my bedroom. I was alone.

My heart raced for a moment before I lept into action. I made my way to the front living room, down the stairs managing to not stumble over myself in my haste. The front door was but a short distance away, and there by the front door the place where Arthur had left his shoes. Both of them sat there, next to a spare pair of my own. Arthur's shoes slightly larger than my own, it was easy enough to tell them apart. Bending over, I picked the pair up before rushing back upstairs and closing the door behind me.

I sat myself on the bed before hoisting the pair of shoes onto the surface of the sheets. Strangely I didn't seem to mind the obviously dirty, and worn, shoes being on the recently cleaned bed. A better explanation would be, that I didn't think about that fact. All I was focused on was getting another smell of Arthur's paws...So without any hesitation, with my left paw, I lifted the right shoe right up to my nose. The initial whiff was invigorating but it really sent me over the edge when I dove my snout into the footwear.

Enveloping my snout, and nose, into the shoe I was submerged in the scent of my new found love. It didn't take long before my loins began to stir...so I leaned back and allowed myself to indulge, taking long deep sniffs of the item. A sweet aroma mixed of sweat, pherimones, and Arthur's own musk mixed into my nostrils. I dipped my spare hand downward and began stroking myself over the bulge in my shorts. I could tell my member had already revealed from it's sheath, as I felt the fabric begin to to grind against my flesh.

Another sniff of those shoes resulted in my eyes rolling back in my head. Forcing myself to draw down my zipper, freeing the aching feeling I was experiencing in my cock. With each inhalation, my rubbing became more vigorous, as my desperate need for attention only grew. The tingling sensation in my body becoming more fervent as my pawpads continued to grind into my boxers. Before long...my penis began to pulsate, even twitching before finally releasing. It was euphoric and my first true orgasm.

I was lost in the moment as my self indulgence gave way to a moment of heated exhaustion. My breathing had grown sparce and my heart beat was erratic. I removed the shoe from my nose and placed it to the side. My boxers were moist with cum and my face became flush with embarrassment. I knew all to well what I had just done but to Arthur's shoes? Finally coming to, I picked myself up trying to gather myself, still in a half stupefied state of disbelief.

After collecting myself, I managed to make my way into the bathroom. Finding a rag, I dampened it with water and proceeded to clean my mess. There was quite a bit of it...so I knew a change of clothes was in order. Still I finished my task before returning to my room to re-dress myself. After finishing, I returned my gaze to the shoes, one of which still sat on top of the bed. Feeling ashamed, I shuffled to the bed before collecting both of them and stuffed them under the bed. No one could find out about this, I had to keep it a secret.

Chapter 9: The drive home

Arthur's house was but a 30 minute drive from Pent's but Samaliel was a cautious driver. Samaliel was still getting used to driving and having a passenger in the seat next to him made Samaliel take even more precautions than normal. Arthur fidgeted in the seat next to Samaliel, making quite a bit of a commotion. Samaliel sensed an air of discomfort of the boy, becoming concerned about him.

"Something the matter, Arthur?" Samaliel asked the boy, still maintaining focus on the road.

"Nah just thinking about something." Arthur responded in a muffled half leery tone.

"Come on now, bud, you can tell me." Samaliel re-assured him of his security.

"Well it's just I really like Pent and I dunno if he feels the same way." Arthur said, twiddling his fingers.

"Don't worry about that, Pent likes you lots, I promise." Samaliel chirped back with confidence.

Samaliel couldn't help but wonder why the boy was worried about Pent's affection of Arthur. Though he supposed it was from Arthur's own uncertainties. Samaliel was sure enough of his brothers affection, though who could be positive given Pent's age. Arthur still sat, sulking about in his chair. Clearly the subject was still bothering him.

"Look, how about you come over this weekend and you can talk to him about it." Samaliel reached his arm over to calm Arthur's tension.

"Can I sleep over?" Arthur's stress seemed to relieve some.

"Sure, if your parents are alright with it then you can stay the night." Samaliel didn't mind it since Pent seemed to enjoy Arthur's company so much.

"Cool thanks, Sama." Arthur's fidgeting ceased, though he still managed to grit his hands together.

It wasn't much longer before the reached Arthur's home. The puppies home was much larger than the Ghelsburg's. The family who adopted him was affluent one. The mother was a successful lawyer and the father a defense contractor for the Canadian Military. However the father was seldom home, so it was often just Arthur and his mother. Samaliel pulled into the parking space where his mother's car sat idle along his own.

Arthur was quick to release himself from the confines of the car. Hurrying to his home, Arthur's mother already at the door waiting for him. Like Arthur, the mother was a German Shepard. It was a convenient fit, she thought, when she filled out the adoption paperwork. Arthur hugged her shortly before making his way inside. Samaliel made his way to the front porch where the mother waited.

"Thanks, Brenda." Samaliel hugged the slightly taller woman tightly in a show of gratitude.

"No problem, how did it go?" The hug didn't last long as she wanted to remain cordial.

"Well enough I suppose, neither of the boys seem as upset as before." Samaliel crossed his arms casually.

"Well that's good. Thanks for bringing him home." Brenda smiled at Samaliel.

"Hey Brenda, I was thinking they could have another play date this weekend." Samaliel asked the boys mother for him.

"Sure I don't see why not. He could use the male companionship." Brenda retorted

"Great, he can come home with Pent after school on Friday then. Make sure he brings a few spare sets of clothing for the weekend."

"No problem. Sounds like a plan. Have a good night, Samaliel." Brenda made her way back indoors.

Samaliel made his venture back home. The night had been long and he was already tired from a long day at work. The trip didn't seem quite as long going home though. Pent would be in for a nice treat for the weekend. Samaliel decided to let it be a suprise. Though that didn't seem likely since the week wasn't yet half over and Arthur would likely spoil it if his mother told him. Once he arrived home Samaliel decided to text the mother to solve that little issue.

"Let's keep it a suprise for now." Samaliel texted Brenda.

Chapter 10: Hidden desires

Upon his return home, Samaliel was greeted by a seemingly empty hostel. A quick trek upstairs proved that I was seemingly finishing up my homework. However by this point it was getting late and I was almost done. The work was fairly simple and I was mostly making it look like I was burdened with some difficult assignment. But in truth the work I was given was far too easy for me. Samaliel peered over my shoulder and saw that I was finished.

"All done, Pent?" Samaliel asked with a hint of mischief about him.

"Yeah, I've been done a while. Just going over it." I said getting up from my chair.

Turning off the table top lamp I looked up at Samaliel who had his arms crossed.

"What're you hiding?" Samaliel could see through my candid transparency like no one else.

"Huh?What do you mean?" I tried brushing it off as nothing.

"You've been done for a while. I know this stuff doesn't challenge you." Samaliel retorted in contention.

"I'm not hiding anything...I promise." I answered with my best look of innocence about me.

"Pent...I know when your hiding something" Samaliel tapped his paw against the ground getting rather impatient.

'I don't really want to talk about it alright, Sama?" I looked at him with half sullen eyes.

"Fine, Pent. Tell me when your ready then." Samaliel began to make his way out of the room.

In truth the notion that I had just pleasured myself to Arthur's shoes was still internally bothering me. Samaliel had left the room and I was left to meander over my own thoughts which still lingered on the subject of the shoes. Looking over at my bed proved the pair had not gone anywhere and continued to mock me with little else other than their presence. Going over to my bed, I kicked them further under thinking that would solve my problem.

I changed in my pajamas before deciding it was time for bed. The two piece cotton flannel set was comfortable to wear and fit me quite nicely. It was my favorite set and was a prized possession of mine since it didn't generate static on my fur, like wool did. Plus the clothing was light and did not add to the body warmth I already generated from my full fur coat. It was getting closer to winter, so my coat was becoming much more full.

Flipping off the light, I wandered over to bed trying to rest my head on the pillow. My thoughts still occasionally drifted but fortunately for me, fatigue had since passed its toll. My brother returned for a final time for the night. Simply kissing me on the forehead before shutting the door to retire for the day himself. It had been a long day but another would be lived tomorrow. Surely my problem could wait and so eventually I drifted to sleep.