Keith 'n' Matt: The Family Package
#5 of Keith 'n' Matt
_There, next chapter of their lives... Hope it'll feed you well.
I must say, the arc will be over soon, maybe one or two more stories. I don't know, you'll see.
All grammar and spelling mistakes are part of the creative process and thus don't need to be mentioned later on.
Enjoy!_
Keith stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel. Okay. "Look nice," they'd said. "I'll try," he'd said. How he rubbed his fur dry, combed it and looked into the mirror. Combing back the head fur or letting it fall freely? Tough decision.
"Enjoying yourself, kitty boy?"
Keith sighed and put the comb down. "Shut up, Tommy." Ignoring the bunny, he looked for his underpants. He could have guessed, Tommy was holding it in his lapine paws. Keith wondered how the boy was thinking he'd react. So the cat went over to the bathroom door.
But Tommy seized his tail. "Matt is very lucky. He got parents. And rumour is around you're getting some, too. Tell me, how come a dirty street cat like you is getting out of this prison before me?"
Keith sighed. "Maybe because I'm no fucking arsehole?"
"Oh, you think that?" Tommy replied and dragged the cat's tail.
"Yes."
Tommy pulled the tail and made Keith yell. The cat spun around angrily and stared into the bunny's smirking face. He hated that grin, one week now he was forced to see it, and everything he wanted to stomp his foot into that muzzle.
Now he just did, forcefully. The surprised bunny staggered backwards and fell over. Of course Keith could show the stupid idiot now how much he appreciated the small incident with the thugs and Don Gee's house, but he was a smart cat. And he was not very violent anyway. Would he be any better than Tommy if he just beat him up on occasion?
Keith grabbed his things and left the bathroom.
Keith buttoned the shirt they had given to him, checked the pack, he had everything. A lot of clothes, some other belongings, minor things. In his pocked was a picture out of a newspaper. The only picture he had of the fox, the famous one, where they had kissed each other. It was a very nice picture. Keith had just decided to keep it as he'd seen it.
Well, he was ready for those parents he was supposed to live with from now on. He had never had a real in his life. The orphanage had been just a house where the children ruled. Keith remembered battles for the mattress, there had been one for three boys, and there was room for two, in maximum. The stronger boys stole the food of the weaker, it was just a big struggle every day.
Keith had been incredibly happy as someone came and took him out of this mess. He gave him food, clothes, used nice words... and then introduced him into the world of sex. And abuse. He didn't understand until it was too late.
Again, there was no home, just another struggle, the life between the other boys, trying to steal his money, or just to beat him up. Life on the street, if he was lucky in a bed, next to a pervert who'll pay for that.
And now... he was going into a home. A home with a set of parents. And a sister, as they had said. A family. Just as everyone else. He was looking forward to it, now as he'd had the time to think over it. It was probably the best.
And he would have the opportunity to call Matt. That was the main reason. He was heavily hoping the fox would live nearby, or somewhere close enough for a daily walk. Or once a week. But if it was too far away... Keith didn't know what he would do then. Run to him, probably. Somehow.
Whatever his new life would be like, he was not willing to lead it without Matt in it.
As he left the room, groomed, the bag in his paw, Kath was waiting. "Tommy said you kicked him," she said immediately.
Keith shook his head and sighed. Of course...
"Listen, Keith, things like that I would've expected from Matt. You've been peaceful."
"Jeez, he insulted me."
"A good boy ignores bad words."
"Maybe. I ain't a good boy, you know that. And... between us..." He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "He was the arse who made Don Gee catching me. Now he plays the innocent victim here. You can think what you want, but somehow it was satisfying to kick his face. Thank you." Then Keith walked down the corridor, leaving the female panther with a small piece of information to think about.
As he was waiting in the lobby, not really excited, a couple entered the hall. They were canine, dogs, very well groomed, in clothes that looked rather expensive, to Keith at least. He took the moment to check them out very well, and they seemed friendly. Especially the woman had an open and honest face. And that face lightened up as she saw Keith sitting there on a bench. The woman took some quick steps and squatted down in front of the cat.
"Keith?" she asked quickly.
Keith quickly nodded.
"Hi," she said with a soft voice. "I'm Elisabeth Foster, I think I'm your new mum. But you can call me Liz if 'Mum' is too awkward or unused." She offered her paw for shaking.
Hesitating Keith took the woman's paw and shook it. "Umm... pleased to meet you?" He smiled weakly.
Liz smiled back. "Well, and this is my rather quiet husband Joe."
The male dog nodded and waved. "Hello, boy."
"He looks a bit unapproachable, but he's nice guy, isn't he?"
"Sure, Liz."
Keith' smile had grown.
After signing a lot of papers for the new parents, a lot of hugging from Kath and some forced good byes to the other kids he never came to know closer, Keith finally sat in the car. It was a black Mercedes, with beige leather seats, it all looked that expensive that Keith didn't really dare to touch the seat. He was... a dirty street cat, yes, and this was leather. Not even a fake.
On the way to his home he stared out of the window, only barely listening to Liz. She was saying something about suburbs, other kids, his new sister, the school he was going to visit, all the unimportant stuff, but he preferred to canalise his attention to the world outside.
His world used to be Downtown. For six months, anyway, before that he had lived somewhere else, the town in the north he didn't even know the name of any more. They had never told him, and in the end he had just jumped into the open train and had arrived here.
Now the car approached the suburban areas. Here were lanes terraced houses, every house an exact copy of the one next to it. And it seemed as if the small trip would end at one of those.
The car braked and Keith took a moment to look at the house. He would have to memorise the number well, because the entire lane was surrounded by houses that looked exactly the same. It was made of red bricks, had a dark blue roof. And it looked like an usable home.
They got out of the car, he grabbed his bag, closed the door and stretched. Joe locked it, Liz took his paw, led him to the black door, and opened. Keith stared into... well, a room. With stairs. Ad he had to admit: It looked as he had imagined. Almost exactly as he had imagined.
Almost, because he hadn't imagined the spotted hyena girl standing in the middle of the stairs. That she was a girl wasn't easy to spot, for she was wearing baggy pants and an oversized shirt, and her hair was really short. Just two little bulges at the right place made her obviously a girl. She forced herself to smile.
Liz stroked the cat's back. "Well, that's Sheila, she's your new sister."
"Hi," Keith waved hesitating.
Sheila made a not very satisfied gesture.
Liz seemed also a bit disappointed. "Uh, Sheila, why don't you show Keith the room and the house and so on?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever..." She turned and went up the stairs.
Half-hearted Keith followed the girl.
"They don't like each other..." Liz sighed.
"Just give 'em some time, honey."
"And, well, that's our room, seems we're destined to sleep in the same room."
Keith glanced into the room. It was quite big, one wall was sloping, part of the roof, with two windows.
Sheila pointed right. "That's your side, this is mine. And I warn you: Don't you dare to touch my things."
"Yeah, yeah..." Keith made some steps into the room. 'His side' was about a third of the room, with closet, drawers, desk and a bed. The bed looked comfy, someone had though he'd like yellow flowers on bright blue ground. But it was a bed, it was clean, and it was his. His only.
He let the bag fall onto the mattress and felt. Nice.
"I'll ask Daddy if he can put a wall in here, and another door."
"Hmm..." It was what he had ever wished. A bed of his own. Okay, he'd had one in the hostel, but somehow that was not really his bed. He knew many people had slept in it before, many will now sleep in it, but this bed here, it had been bought and built for him. It was new, the stead was, the mattress was, as well as sheet and pillow.
It may be seem stupid, but this bed meant a lot to him. As a symbol for a stable and new life. And hopefully better than before.
There was just one thing missing: A certain fox.
"Say, can I do a quick call?"
Sheila shrugged uncaring. "Ask Mum."
Matt sighed relieved as he had a moment to sit in the couch. Jeez, it wasn't even a comfortable couch. It just looked good, was suiting the general for of the living room and theme of the apartment. But it was still uncomfortable. He had to sit on his tail, and he hated when the tail became numb.
Oh, man he didn't really like the flat. Not that he would complain loudly, he was lucky to have a roof above his head and a carpet under his feet. Even if the carpet was pink and had coffee stains. In the background his brothers were fighting about some toy. One day, and they were already annoying him. It was a hell of a task to watch over them.
The phone rang. Again. Probably another reporter from a tabloid hundreds of miles away, asking for interview, photos and whatever. Patiently he had answered the questions, had looked as sad as possible for the pictures, everything. Now he was fed up with it.
He moaned as he reached out and took the receiver. "What is it?" he asked annoyed.
"How nice of you."
"Keith!"
"Hey Matt. I couldn't call earlier, and I dunno how much time I've got right now."
"Doesn't matter. Gosh, Keith, it's so nice to hear your voice..."
"You can't imagine how terrible I felt yesterday as that woman just dragged you out of my life. It's better now. Miss you, though."
"I miss you as well. You with your new family? How are they?"
"The adults are nice, for a change. It's clean and cosy here, I think I'll be able to bear it. What about you? What's with that vixen?"
"She's my mother."
"She may claim, but I don't believe her."
"Lerson said they've compared fur samples. But... somehow..."
"You don't believe her either..."
"As I was five, we lost each other. Somehow I can't feel her as my mother. She's just got a similar face, that's all. But nobody listens to me."
"Yeah, as always. At least they had listened to you once."
"As I was useful. And I don't like my brothers."
"Oh?"
"Eight year old twins, total fleabags."
"Don't let them get you. Say... where do you live?"
"It's somewhere Eastend. I can't tell you the street, I will look tomorrow. Just imagine one hundred year old apartment houses with backyards and balconies."
"I think I know what you're talking about."
"Ain't all that bad. Just my mother's taste in furniture..."
"They just told me it's dinner time. Listen, I must quit, I will call later on. And I hope I can pass by the next days."
"Oh... 'kay... Imagine I kiss you."
"And you imagine I kiss back. Bye."
"Bye."
Matt waited for the click, then pressed the button on his phone and sighed. Now everything was a bit better. But only a bit. Dinner... time to throw some pasta into the boiling water as his mother had told him, before she left to work.
Keith was feeling better now, a lot better. Matt was fine. And so he will be. Well, especially after dinner. He had missed lunch in the hostel, as well as the sweets in the afternoon. So he was hungry, and he was also pretty keen on knowing what was smelling so good. Liz had cooked. For the family. Oh, this was just so perfectly... normal... wonderful.
They had an eating room, and there was the family sitting. "Who'd you call?" Liz asked.
Keith sat down on the free chair. "A good friend."
"Oh, that's nice." She frowned as Keith was checking the fork very thoroughly. "Well, then we can begin, can't we?"
"Yeah..." Keith said, staring down at the empty plate. He took fork and knife and waited for food. It looked like chicken, in the raw form Keith had only seen on advertising boards. Now he waited for his part. But everyone else closed their eyes.
Sheila glanced, reacted quickly, took the cutlery out of Keith' paws and pressed them together.
"Dear Lord, we thank you for these goods on our table and for the gifts in our lives."
Keith frowned as everyone said "Amen". Well, he could get used to that, if that meant food. Then he got his part of the meal, potatoes, a chicken's leg, some vegetables, and he ate.
"Uh... Keith? Nobody's going to steal anything of your food, you can eat slowly."
"D-did I eat fast?"
"You'll get used to it, boy," Joe said.
Keith hoped so.
"Hey, Matt, it's me again."
"Do you know where to hit eight year old kids so they'll never move again?"
"Somewhere in the neck, I guess."
"Thanks." A pause. "No. Doesn't work."
"Jeez, what'd you do?"
"Nothing, I'm just fooling."
"Where are you?"
"On my bed, it's a wireless phone. After dinner the boys fell asleep, and I'm actually waiting for Mum to come back."
"Why doesn't she get free days for getting her son back after nine years?"
"Don't ask me. She says we're going to some theme park at weekend and stuff. Spend time with me. Hey, where are you?"
"My bed as well. It's a very comfy one."
"How comfy?"
"Better than the one in the hostel, that's for sure."
"Hmm... when I close my eyes I can see your face. Your smile... and I remember the taste of your lips. I can imagine you right next to me..."
"Yeah... me too..."
"If you were here... I would... I would stroke your face, through that fur, I would kiss your lips, your moist nose, I'd kiss your chin, your muzzle, your neck, I'd go down your body, to your chest..."
"I'd reply with some stroking through your wonderful fur..."
"I kiss your stomach, and you know I like your belly button... and go down, kiss your penis... take it into my paw, kiss... lick tenderly..."
"Hmm..."
"I take your meat into my mouth, go down, stimulating... up, then down, again and again, rubbing with my paw as well..."
"Yeah... oohh..."
"Up and down, listening to you. I love your noises, your groans, especially the small pitch before you come... oh, do I taste pre-cum?"
"Yes... hmm... I love your lips, so tight..."
"I move faster, adding pleasure... Hear your groans grow..."
"And now... you hear the pitch you love... ah..."
"I feel your semen splash into my muzzle... I swallow it all clean your cock..."
"I stroke your head fur tenderly..."
"And then I look up and I say..."
"Hey, boys, I dunno about you, but that definitely turned me on."
"Uh, what?"
"Sheila! You damn bitch, get outta the line."
"Oh, don't mind me, I'll be quiet. Just get it on."
"Fuck off!"
"What... Keith, what the...?"
"Talk later, Matt. Tomorrow."
"Oh... okay..." Matt hung up confused.
And so did Keith. He slammed the phone onto the drawer and dug his face in his paws. Shit. Shit. Shit.