Story That Doesn't Have a Title Yet Because the Author Isn't Too Bright
#1 of Sean/Marcus
'Here is the start of another story, yeah, their I did it, be happy. Unless you don't want to be happy, which is fine with me I suppose, well not really.
BE HAPPY ALREADY!!! You'll make me feel sad otherwise, then I'll have to get Sean on your ass. (lol)
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I yelped as the coyote grabs me by me chest fur and slams me against the wall, pinning me their with a sadistic look in his eye, only to punch me in the gut again. Pain blossoms from my stomach, and I let out an involuntary grunt of pain, but from that I don't give him the pleasure of showing how much he hurt me.
"And this is what you get for being a faggot," he says, grinning as he punches me full on my muzzle. I couldn't do much more than start up at him in anger, which goaded him to hit me again, this time bringing a stinging pain across my eye.
(Hey, I'm a raccoon, and a small one at that. My species wasn't made to fight things, especially things that much bigger than me)
He pulled back his fist to score another blow, but instead was knocked quite a few feet away by a familiar green shape; of course Sean would have come to check up on me, good thing to.
Sean took a second to look at me, caught a glimpse of my bleeding mouth and swollen eye, and then seemed to get that much more pissed; I was starting to feel sorry for the poor coyote who had just been beating me seconds earlier.
Sean walked over to stand over the dazed coyote, who growled and tried to stand up, only to have Sean's bare (for some reason) foot come crashing down on his chest. He made a weird 'gurk' sound as he was slammed back down to the ground.
"Get the fuck off of me!" he shouts angrily trying to get up but failing due to Sean's foot planted on his torso.
"I don't think so," Sean growls, putting more pressure on the subdued canine's chest. I just stayed back, Sean was usually a easy going guy, but right now he had his 'just messed with my mate, now your fucked' voice on right now, I just hoped that the coyote wouldn't end up splattered all over the ground after Sean was done with him.
My resolve to stay back disappeared however when I saw the other looks he was giving the coyote. I really didn't want this guy murdered just for being stupid.
"Sean, calm down," I say at his tense form, "I'm alright, this guy's just a dumb ass, lets go." When that didn't work I was forced to use a term with him that I usually never do, since it was so embarrassing, "don't kill the poor guy hun, it's not his fault he's an ass."
I felt stupid but it did seem calmed him down a little bit now he was more angry then blood-thirsty, "Fine if you say so, but I think I still have to get him back," he says.
"You really are gay, aren't you?" the coyote pants under Sean's weight, "you better not walk alone in any streets anytime soon, because I'll find you and I'll-ngggrh,!" Sean shut the arrogant coyote up by jumping up, and crash down on him with both of his feet and all of his weight. I winced; he would definitely be feeling that in the morning.
The coyote was starting to get the point, but Sean didn't seem to be finished. He smirked and put a foot down on the coyote's throat, not using his entire weight or nothing, just enough to choke the guy, who was really starting to freak out. He thrashed, and desperately clawed at the foot on his chest so he could get away and get some air but he was pinned in place.
"Sean.." I say in a warning tone.
Sean merely winked at me, then removed his foot from the canine's throat, to his nose. Usually, the coyote could have just held his breath, but at the time, he was sucking in some much needed oxygen, and undoubtedly the larger fur's foot-smell. Sean rubbed it in the whole time, literally, wiping his foot paw against the poor coyote's muzzle, reveling in his dominance over the other male. I was really sympathetic about that, I had smelled Sean's feet before, and they weren't exactly fragrant.
After he was done with that, he placed his foot on the side of the other male's cheek, then slowly used his weight to push it to the ground, so his face was sandwiched between his smelly pads and the dirty ground, then just stood their, looking at me in an accomplished way.
"You sure you don't want me to do anything else to this chump," he asks, stretching his arms and yawning, while putting a bit more pressure on the guys face when he tried to get up again.
"Come on, he's had enough," I say, feeling guilty.
"Then lets go," he says, wiping his sweaty feet on the pinned canine like a doormat and stepping off, much to the poor guys relief, "oh yeah, and I wouldn't get up until we where gone if I where you," he calls back to the humiliated coyote.
"Don't you think that was a little over kill?" I ask him when we are out of earshot of the coyote.
"Nope, and I'll tell ya why," he says, wincing as his foot scraped against something.
"Why aren't you wearing any shoes anyway?" I ask, "we both know you're a total wuss when it comes to your feet."
"Well I was about to try on some shoes that you made me get," he says, sitting on a nearby bench and beaconing me to sit next to him, "I don't see why though, honestly their just freaking shoes."
"Because those are dirty and smelly, and you always leave them around for me to pick up, so you might as well get some clean ones," I said, only half whinning.
"Yeah, and why can't you let me be a man anyway?" he asks teasingly, nudging my side, "Come on, it's no wonder I call you my girlfriend and not boyfriend, even though I wouldn't call you my boyfriend anyway; hey, I may be gay, but I'm not feminine, unlike someone I know," he says, playfully nudging me again.
"What do you mean? Oh and I'm not feminine," I grumble.
"Oh really? What about all that nagging you do?" he says, putting his arm around me, then makes a high-pitched mockery of my voice, "'Stop burping and farting every chance you get' 'don't walk around in your underwear outside of the apartment' 'don't come into the shower to take a piss while I'm trying to wash myself' 'stop masturbating in bed when I'm right beside you'. Although I like the last one cause it usually ends up with us fucking each other."
I roll my eyes, but lean into his side anyway, "why did that guy deserve that anyway?" I ask.
"Oh that reminds me," he says, pulling out a phone-thing, dials a number and starts speaking, "hey Lan, did you see that guy that I was stomping on?"
"Yeah, good show by the way," says the voice on the other side, which I could hear since I was so close to Sean, "is he the guy we've been looking for?"
"Yep, make sure he stops doing what I've been told he does," Sean says.
"Oooooh, can I use any means I want to?" asks Lan sounding excited.
"Yes, but, to put my girl friend at ease, no killing," he says smirking at me.
"Pshh, wasn't thinking about it, that wouldn't be as much fun, I was just wondering if I could do, anything," I hear Lan say slyly.
"Sounds like your planning something fun, I have to ask, what does it include?" asks Sean.
"I was inspired by your little performance out their, oh, and after that, let's just say that if he was a virgin before, he defiantly won't be after tonight." Says Lan.
"Well, that might convince him to stop being an asshole," says Sean, then he hangs up.
"Sorry about that, you where asking?"
"Oh, I was just wondering why you want him to suffer so much," I say, knowing he had some reason.
"One, because he hurt my girl," he says, grinning at the sour face I make when he says it, (I am not a girl), "two, because he is an infamous rapist and beater. See, he kind of picks people out and follows them from a crowd. If it's a boy, he'll beat him until he's either dead, or until he gets board of his victim. If it's a girl he'll just rape her,"
"Hey, Lan rape's people all the time," I say.
"Yeah, but the most he ever hurts is the other guy's pride," Sean explains, "that other dude like to find the smallest girl he can find, regardless of age, and fuck her till she bleeds. A lot of the time he kills her, either by literally fucking her to death, or slaughtering her afterwards if he's in the mood. Either way, he isn't very nice."
"Oh," I say, "sounds like an asshole."
"Defiantly, now let's head home," he says, keeping me close to him as we stand up. After that, we simply walk home, basically holding each other.
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And that's what it's like dating a gang boss. Well, not really a gang, but you get the picture. Now I'm not going to fool you into thinking this gang/group thing is all about bringing furs to justice. And I have to say, this relationship wasn't built in a day. ME and Sean's relationship actually started with him kidnapping me, pissing on me, and keeping me in his apartment and not letting me leave. But that sounds worse than it is Iassure you
Let me tell you how it really-
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Marcus (the raccoon): hey, I wasn't done yet! You can't just put a boarder in right when someone's talking.
Me: too bad, that's all I'm giving you to do the prologue, too bad for you
Marcus: but everybody's going to get confused and get the wrong idea!
Me: you should have thought of that, I'm not letting you tell it until next chapter.
Marcus: but you take too damn long to write these things
Me: I know, I'm lazy... but that's all you get. Actually I don't think my next chapter is going to be in this series.
Marcus: what! Why not, you can't just leave people hanging like that!
Me: Oh Markus, Markus Markus Markus, does your naiveté know no bounds? I'm an asshole; of course I'm going to annoy people like that.
Marcus: (glares and folds arms) fine then, be that way, I'll just leave then.
Me: HA ha, you can't leave unless I write that you did! Muwhahahaha!
Marcus: ... asshole
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So that's it, the interdiction to that story which doesn't have a name yet. I really don't know If the next chapter will be in this story, just depends on what I feal like writing, but I'm open for suggestions-
Marcus: good, then I suggest you stop being so lazy and write the rest of the damn story!
Me: wait a minute, 1. were done talking in name then : then talk, okay? 2. I put a *** up, you can't talk anymore.
Marcus: whatever
Anyway, if people want me to keep writing in this one, then I will, it just might take me a little more time to get motivated. Oh, and if anyone wants a certain story written ask me and I just might write it. I <3 suggestions.
Markus: Dick
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BTW- what do you think this story as a whole should be called? It's mostly to do with just Marcus and Sean, and how Marcus gets totally owned!
Marcus: you are really annoying you know that?
ME: yep, and I take pride in it ^.^