Biting his lower lip, his fingers crawled up the shoe, rubbing at the rim of the entrance. Bryce laid his palm over the opening, his manhood swelling up in his jeans as he felt the heat tickling his fingers. He forced a moan back down his throat as he pushed his hand into the wide entrance of her shoe. He quietly huffs, letting his hand lower down to lay flat against the insole. The inside was impossibly humid, the residual heat simmering against his flesh. His fingertips traced along her footprint, feeling how the porous insole curved wherever her paw touched, moaning to himself as they touched where her toes had sat and sweat all day. Bryce’s hand sank to his groin, squeezing at his concealed erection as the tips of his fingers swirled into the deep, misty trenches burned into the insole by her long, thick toes. He pushed his fingers down harder, feeling the slick wetness clinging to his skin.
He pulled his hand free, cupping the sole of her shoe as he leans forward, bringing it up inches from his face. For as much as he wanted to just thrust his face inside, he had to savor the moment. A new girl arrives at school, a spunky, fiery tomboy, who loves to skateboard inside of these trashed Vans, fresh from a trip to the skate park and a ride home, and now, she had just kicked them off and went upstairs, leaving him alone with them. His luck couldn’t be better. Bryce silently thanking whoever was responsible for gifting him such a chance. Only then did he give into his most filthy desires. Moaning to himself, he brings his face down as he lifts her shoe, plunging his nose and mouth into the dank, muggy atmosphere that matured inside. With his nostrils planted at the depression left by her heel, Bryce emptied his lungs, leaving all the room possible for her stink to fill. His ribcage briskly heaves as he shamelessly inhales, eyes rolling back as Abby’s impossibly pungent aroma gnaws through his flaring nostrils. Licking his lips, he immediately seals them around her heelprint, muffling his low, jittery moan, grinding his nose into another area of her footprint. He sniffs the curve left behind by the arch of her paw, snuffling up the footprint, finding its place right inside of the sunken pit seared in by her pawpad. Her sweat cling to the skin of his nostrils, while he snorts at the rank odor, now roughly grinding his palm across his cock that printed his pantleg.
He wetly kissed at the insole, mashing his tongue into the footprint, that musky sweat stinging his tastebuds, only adding to his fervor for her foul shoes and sweaty paws. Bryce extends his tongue, folding it flat against the insole, unable to do much besides shallowly thrust his face up and down to really saw his tastebuds back and forth along the sweltering insole. Craning his head up, he pulls the shoe back against his face, while trying to wiggle his face deeper into the moist cavern, fully extending his tongue to try and steal just a lick from her toeprints, whining as he realized such a task would be impossible. Goddamn it, why couldn’t he have been born a gecko or something? Lucky bastards and their long ass tongues.
Pausing, he yanks his head free, licking his lips as he looked up the stairs. For a second, his ears seemed to pick up on a hushed groan coming from the second story. He knelt in silence, hearing nothing else. Bryce was really pushing his luck, but his immoral libido was far too strong. Not bothering to pull down his pants, he instead tugs down his zipper, fishing his hand inside to pull his cock from his boxers, which sprung through the opening in his jeans. His hand slapped down to grip his erection, freely stroking it, mouth open as he loudly pants, the first few pumps over his cock feeling like heaven, finally able to alleviate some of his pent up needs. As much as he wanted to truly defile her shoes, his time was fleeting at best. Bryce masturbates with his face stuffed into her shoe, sniffing unabashedly at the fragrant footwear, his tongue slapping and rubbing over the stomped in footprint, pre running down his fingers, everything happening so hastily that he barely had enough time to truly soak in how unapologetically depraved and phenomenal it felt. God, he wanted to steal them. Laying in bed with his face inside of one, bucking his stiff cock into the other all night long, dreaming of how dirty they would look painted in his semen.
From his bedroom, he heard his window being thrown open with a thud. Groaning to himself, both in pleasure and irritation, he got to his feet, tossing her shoes back down in the disorganized pile she had left them in.
“Goddamn it, Abby.” he pouts, allowing himself a few more jerks, before hiding his lust inside his jeans, making sure to pull his zipper back up.
Hoping his absence wasn’t too annoying, Bryce climbs the stairs. While he walks up the staircase, he adjusts his erection, so it laid flat against his leg. Having her seeing a fully engorged tent in his jeans would have been a tad too humiliating and a surefire way to have the house lynx-free in the future. Bryce opens his door, confused as he sees Abby holding a broom, arriving just in time to see his Saint Benedict Medal being hurled out his window.
“Abby? What are you doing?” he asks, bewildered.
The lynx spun on her heels, glaring at Bryce, just as surprised as he was. He watched her muzzle transitioning from surprise, to anger, to then amusement, flashing with ill intent, finally.
“I wasn’t rude enough to interrupt you, was I?” Abby growls, dropping the broom.
“Interrupt me? What?” Bryce pants, yelling as she runs across his bedroom.
Her shoulder collides with his chest, arms wrapping around his waist as they both dropped to the floor. Bryce cries in pain as she lands on top of him, her hands gripping his shoulders, claws piercing through his shirt to dig into his skin.
“Did my shoes smell good? Did you like them? Did they get your cock hard?” she sneers down at him.
Bryce stares up at her in shock. The lynx watches him, seeing the gears working in his mind, until clicking into place. She thrusts her snout against his nose, rubbing into him.
“I can smell them on you. Sick bastard.” Abby hisses.
“It’s you.” he gulps, squirming underneath her, unable to push her away, his hands thrashing at her chest.
“You tried playing hard to get. I can too. How’d you like that? You got smitten pretty fucking fast, didn’t you?” the lynx darkly laughs.
“No, why? Why the fuck did you come back? I don’t want this.” Bryce weakly gasps, Abby shoving him back to the floor, swatting his hands off of her.
“Oh, but you do. You didn’t think twice about getting your nose in my Vans. You wanted it more than anything. You didn’t want to fuck me. Wanted no part of it. We both know you only want one thing.” the cat taunts, moving her hand down to his groin.
Bryce hisses as her hand fondled him, claws scratching down his pant leg, skipping across the denim as it was caught by the sharp hooks. The human murmured, unable to keep his body from spreading his legs further apart to invite her in. Abby ran her palm up and down his shaft, thumping the heel of her hand against the tip of his cock, extorting his pre, which soaked into his underwear.
“Why can’t you find someone else? There’s so many assholes in that school and you just want me.” he protests, kicking his legs.
“I got your asshole friend suspended, didn’t I?” Abby lowly snickers.
“That was you?” Bryce’s eyes snap open.
“I needed to get rid of him. He would have just got in our way. You wanted me to punish someone else, so I did. Michael is an asshole, anyway. Some discipline will do him well.” the lynx rumbles, pinching at his glans.
“Then what? What the hell is your endgame in all of this?” Bryce snaps back, digging his heels into the floor to try and push himself back.
“You, idiot. You’re my endgame.” she growls, shifting herself up his body, until she sat on his chest to keep him from moving.
“I got rid of you once and I’ll do it again.” he threatens, gulping as she stared down at him.
“And why would you do that? We were getting along so well together, but no, you just had to catch me.” Abby grunts, bringing her legs up.
Bryce follows her paws as they slam down beside his head. He meekly shivers as her paws work their way closer to his face, the ends of her fur tickling at his skin. Try as he might, Bryce rapidly lost his will to fight back, not when her mammoth stompers were seated right against his face. Abby chuckled to herself, looking down at the human, his head framed by her paws, each one resting at either side of his face.
“Why do you insist on fighting? You won’t say it, but you’re still craving these paws. Tell me. How did my shoes smell? Did they make you moan? Did you jerk off? Maybe fuck one of them?” Abby hums, lifting her big toe, slowly prodding his cheek with her claw.
Bryce pants, shutting his eyes, his lip quivering as she touched him. He could catch the scent radiating off of her toe.
“I didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?”
“I didn’t fuck them.” he grunts, opening his eyes to look at the cat.
“Oh, showing my shoes some mercy? Does that mean everything else I said is true?” Abby smirks, lifting her paw up, brushing the hair from his eyes with her toes.
The human huffs, his muscles tensing as he fought off the undeniable urge to press his nose into her sweaty toes.
“Come on, tell me. I did say I’d be gentle, didn’t I? Back in the computer lab? Don’t make me break that promise.” she speaks in a thinly veiled threat.
“Yes.” he grunts, swallowing.
“Yes, what? I’m waiting.” Abby grins, bringing her legs in, resting her soles against his cheeks.
Bryce moans, before biting his tongue as the warm, damp, padded feet caressed him.
“I smelled them. I ran my tongue all over them and I jerked off the entire time. I wanted to cum so badly.” he nervously admits.
Abby slowly rubs her right paw over his skin, curling her toes to lightly scratch, feeling how his cheeks burned from embarrassment.
“Good, boy. And what did you want to do when you got up here? And don’t say ‘study’.” the lynx rumbles.
He hesitates, not wanting to spill his guts. Oh, god, was he really going to give in?
“I thought of trying to find a way to massage your feet.” he gulps, cock twitching up against her rear.
“Mmmm, you wanted to rub these big, sweaty paws? Fondling them, feeling how hot and damp they are? All that skating left them sweaty as hell. You know, those were my only pair of socks. Too bad I had to throw them away. I just may have given them to you. Maybe if you weren’t such an uppity brat, you would have been rewarded way sooner.” Abby smirks, brushing the padded undersides of her toes over his ear, curling them to tug at his earlobe.
“I would have savored them.” Bryce gasps, snapping his jaw shut, shocked that he let such a thing slip out.
Abby moved her paws up, swirling her thick toes over his temples, easing away some of his stress, though not nearly enough to calm him down.
“Are you done fighting me?”
“What, and become one of your minions?” Bryce huffs.
“Minions? You’re acting like I’m some goddess of Hell or something.” Abby scoffs.
“Then what are you then?” Bryce asks, only guessing that she was a succubus of sorts.
The lynx pauses, thinking long and deep as she wasn’t entirely sure herself.
“I’m stuck.” she shrugs.
“Stuck?”
“Yeah. Stuck. Here.” Abby slowly nods.
“Then why don’t you move on?” Bryce sighs, having no real idea as to whatever spiritual rules her existence could mean.
“I would if I could. I don’t know how. I’m stuck at that school and always have been. You’re the first I could latch onto. To get me away from that fucking place. You can’t imagine that kind of isolation. Just getting to skate again made me feel alive for once.” the lynx frowns, her paws going still.
The two share a silent moment. Bryce could see the anger and hatred in her eyes, but not directed at him for once.
“Why just me?” he finally asks.
“I don’t know, exactly. There’s just something about you. Something that feeds me.” she shakes her head.
“Feed? I don’t like the sound of that.” Bryce swallows, wondering if he had a few drops of Holy Water left in that flask.
“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” she growls, narrowing her eyes as he looked around the room, pressing her soles harder to his face to keep his head in place.
“So, what, you feed off my energy or something?” he exhales.
“Exactly. I’m weak, otherwise. Can’t do anything.” Abby sighs, lazily tapping her toes against his jaw.
Bryce thinks about what she just said, something that she picks up on.
“I hope you know that I’m actually trusting you by telling you that and I fucking expect you to trust me back. I’m still powerful at that school without you, so don’t forget that. I can ruin you, like I did to Michael.” the lynx asserts.
“Got it, yeah. If you wanted someone to latch onto, then why the hell did you torture me that night?” Bryce grunts.
“Put yourself in my shoes and I don’t mean your cock. Imagine being stuck in the same place for decades. Don’t you think you’d get pissed off too? All that anger and hatred growing inside of you. Unable to move on. Unable to do anything?” Abby grits her teeth, having to calm herself down as she ends up making herself irritated.
“Alright.” he slowly nods.
“And then, two dipshits break into your only sanctuary. Waking you up. Two little playthings to take out some frustration on. One asshole and one pervert. You know, I see everything that goes on in that school. Watching you leering at your teachers and classmates. Same with the sheep. Drooling over every piece of ass that crosses his path.” she growls.
“So, why didn’t you attack Michael? You trapped me and put me through all that shit by myself.” Bryce hisses, glaring up at her.
“He was faster. He got away and you didn’t.” Abby shrugs, her answer blunt and honest.
“Are you serious?” Bryce barks, trying to lift his head, before she slammed it back down with her paws.
“Calm down. I would have given him a suitable treatment too.” the cat hissed.
“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” Bryce frowns, wincing as his head hit the floor, thankfully the carpet provided some cushion.
“And maybe I’m trying to make you feel better.” Abby hums, her heels rolling against his chin.
Bryce blushed.
“You can still have anyone else in that school.” he offers.
“I don’t want anyone else. You just, I don’t know. Awakened something inside of me. Something I want to explore. I don’t know. I was weak before, then everything changed that night.” the lynx rumbles, watching the human struggling to focus.
“And that’s it?” he huffs.
“That’s it. You let me feed and I let you have your fun. Simple.” Abby offers.
“No more games? No more mind fucks and cosmic fuckery?” Bryce tenses up.
“Nope. I’ll hold up my end of the bargain, just as long as you do the same.” she nods.
“And you’ll leave my friends alone, right?” Bryce adds.
“Ugh. The others, fine. Michael is a different story. If I catch him pulling anymore shit when he comes back, I’ll do as I please.” Abby growls.
“You really don’t like him, do you?” Bryce smirks in small amusement.
“He gets away with too much. You’re not so bad. That’s why I’ll be easy on you.” the cat promises, gently prodding his ear with her claws, causing him to squirm.
Bryce contemplates the offer. After all the hell he went through, Halloween, exorcising her from his house, and now he finds himself back where it all began. Right at her paws.
“Deal.” he swallows.
Abby’s muzzle curls into a smile, her eyes flashing a brief glow.
“Then let’s change the subject. This is getting a bit depressing, don’t you think?” she suggests.
Abby lowers her hands to the ground, lifting herself off of his body to sit down on the floor beside him, keeping her paws in the same place. Her legs rest across his chest. Bryce feels the weight of her thick limbs over his body, while he curiously watched Abby.
“Now, we were talking about how you wanted to get your hands all over my feet.” she smirks, leaning herself forward.
She rolls back the cuffs of her jeans, balling them up until they were above her ankles, showing off even more of that luscious gray, spotted fur.
“That we were.” Bryce sucks in a breath.
Abby moves her paws back, sitting them on his sternum. He gazes over her bare paws, taking in the sight of the sweaty, broad feet. Droplets of sweat clung to her pink pawpads, her toepads shimmering in the light. She scrunches her soles, wrinkling the damp, matted fur, curling each of her toes, waving them at him, claws catching the light as her thick digits fanned apart. Abby grinned at his open mouthed expression. She dropped her hand onto his lap, returning to groping his erection, which didn’t once wane during their talk.
“Mmm, does the thought of these paws in your hands turn you on?” she grins, grabbing his manhood through his pants, allowing herself to flatly stroke him.
“Oh, god. So much.” Bryce whines, moaning at her touch.
“They’re so sore from skating. I could kill for a massage right now.” Abby mockingly pouts, her fingers finding his zipper.
“Oh, would you like me to rub them for you?” Bryce asks, fulfilling the brief fantasy that popped into his mind downstairs.
“You’d do that for me? I’d really appreciate it.” Abby grins, tugging his fly down.
Bryce reaches up, laying both of his hands on her right paw. Just from that simple touch, his erection jolts free of his opened jeans, bursting through the small opening on his boxers. The lynx snickers and takes his cock in her hand. He groans and pushes his hips, thrusting himself between her fingers. Abby was quick to oblige, slowly working her hand up and down his throbbing length, watching his foreskin roll back to present his naked tip. Her breathing quickens, eyes glowing as his precum drooled down her fingers. Abby watches, muscles flexing as she gathered his pre over her palm, before smearing it down his shaft by pumping her loose fist down it.
Bryce gently rubs his hand up her foot, feeling how slick and soft her fur felt on his fingers, sweeping his thumbs over her pawpad, gasping at the sweaty, textured surface. His fingers push through her toes, working over the tufts of dank fur, while the palm ground into the ball of her foot. The human moaned softly as she stroked him, in a world of her own as she savored the aroused, taboo energy from him. Their arrangement was already going swimmingly in their favor. He curled his fingers, digging his knuckles into her arch, grinding up and down over it, making Abby groan and flex her toes in response.
“Yeah, harder.” she pants, while she carefully rubbed his glans between her thumbs, stroking him with both hands.
Bryce squeezed her paw, sawing his thumbs up her wide sole, pausing anytime he elicited a reaction to focus on that particular spot. He ran his fingers through the dense pelt on the top of her foot, fondling her paw with glee, moving down to knead at her heel, combing the longer fur that resides there.
“Keep talking. Tell me what else you wanted to do to my big, smelly paws.” Abby grunts, sliding her hand under his shirt to scratch at the skin just above his pubic region, while edging him with the other.
“I want to shove my nose in your toes. I want to smell and suck them so fucking bad.” Bryce loudly answers, cock throbbing just from him saying such a thing.
“Do it, bitch. Get to it.” Abby hisses, stroking him faster.
The human snatched her other foot, jerking it forward to slam his face into it, shouting in delight as he plunged his nose into the musky, steamy lynx toes. Bryce snorted without abandon, gripping her foot with his hands, keeping it held in place as he jerks his head side to side, burrowing his nostrils deep into her sweltering fur, flooding his lungs with her intoxicating stench as he sucked through his nose at each toe one by one. Abby gasps as his manhood swelled in her grip, now rolling his testicles around in her palm, while furiously stroking him. Bryce plants his nose on the padded underbelly of every toe, smelling the leathery surface directly, before his nose crammed between them, breathing her musk deep with elation.
He shoved her paw lower, immediately planting wet, saliva soaked kisses over her toes. A quick lick lead to another deep moan, followed by a rapid onslaught of strokes by his tongue, lapping the gaps of each toes, hissing as the wet fur tickled his tastebuds. Moving his tongue up, he forces it out as far as his human mouth could muster, pressing her toes onto the wet surface with his fingers. Keeping them held down, he cranes his head back, dragging the entirety of his tongue over her sweaty toepad, thoroughly bathing it in his saliva, like her toes fucking deserved. Even with their large size, Bryce jams two into his mouth, eyes shut in bliss as he sloppily sucked them. Proving harder than expected, he spits one out, clutching her paw like a priceless treasure as he focused on a single toe, thrusting his head down as he sucked hard and proud.
Abby finds herself moaning, lurching her muzzle down to swipe her tongue across his cockslit, licking up the copious amount of pre that spat forth. The taste of the human made her body vibrate, Bryce feeling her paws growing a few degrees hotter as she soaked up his lust.
“Lose yourself, paw bitch.” the lynx snarled.
Bryce grabbed both of her ankles, yanking her forward to slam those paws down on his face, basking in their moist stink, grinding his face back into them, tongue lashing anywhere it could reach. He sucked at her heels, biting at her pawpads, ignoring the kicks delivered to his face, making him apologetically suck at them instead. His tongue only stopped to spring back into his mouth to gather more saliva, before emerging to groom her sweaty paws. Kisses, licks, sucks, snorts, Bryce did everything he dreamed of doing to those godly feet. He threw his head back in a shrill moan as Abby’s muzzle suckled on his tip, tongue tickling at his urethra to encourage more of his pre to gush forth. While she sucked, her fists rolled along his cock, squeezing and massaging the stiff mast, the lynx moaning.
Snarling, she snatched her paws back, hopping down to sit between his legs as she brought her feet down to his thighs. Abby ran her soles up his legs, the two of them glaring at each other, both out of breath and exchanging heated stares.
“Yeah, you want these paws on your cock, bitch?” she hissed, digging her claws into his flesh, heels grinding into his legs.
“Fuck yes. I want to spray my cum all over your sweaty fucking paws. They felt so goddamn good on my tongue and mouth.” Bryce growls back.
Abby grabbed her paws, slamming her soles around his length, aggressively rolling her feet back and forth with his cock trapped between her smooth, saliva coated soles.
“These paws? These the ones you’re gonna dump a hot fucking mess all over? Right here?” she barks, watching a stream of thin precum welling up to spurt down his length, coating her paws in the process, which made her eyes burn even brighter.
Bryce cries out, taking in the bewitching sight of his cock pinned between the most provocative feet he’d ever laid eyes on. The cat holds her paws, so she could move them with a most precise manner. She lays his member over her sole, using the other paw to grind over his trembling, swollen arousal. Bryce bites his lip, drawing blood as the bumpy, rugged textured of her pawpad coddled him. Her toes squeeze and pinch at his tip, soon containing it between both sets of fat, suckable lynx digits, assaulting his most sensitive flesh between her pads. He didn’t even mind the rare prick from her claws. Bryce thrusts, squirting pre across her pads. The ghastly feline utilizes her entire paw, planting her heel down on his crown, slowly dragging it down, forcing him to experience the differing textures all across her foot, moving from toes all the way to her heel. With how large they were, it took a few seconds from start to finish, forcing Bryce to struggle to not explode then and there.
Still holding her paws, she sandwiched Bryce between both soles, aiming to trap them directly between her smelly, slick pads as she jolts forward, slamming her feet down to his groin. Bryce gasps and bellows at the rough, angry maneuver. Abby’s pink pads jerk up and down, sawing along him with a barbaric animosity. Her body rocks forward and back with each thrust, milking Bryce and his poor, twitching erection. It was clear that her sole drive at this very moment was to make him cum. Hard.
“Squirt, bitch. Let out all the hatred, fear, anger, and stress I gave you. Empty it all out, right now. Right on my paws.” Abby yells.
Bryce’s hand grabbed at the carpet, trying to seize anything to hold onto to keep himself sane as one of the most powerful, eviscerating orgasms he had experienced ruptured through his body. The pearly white mess Abby was so eager to steal finally erupts from the human. It was far from a gradual cumshot, either. No, this one came hard and strong. His seed squirts from his yawning cockslit, arriving in a long, drawn out belch, Abby having to pull her paws back at the last moment, cradling his helmet between twin sets of toes, ensuring the mess wouldn’t be wasted as it splashed over her soles. Bryce heaves and thrashes under her. The lynx could feel every ribbon spraying over her smelly, lovingly worshiped paws, squirting out from between her heels to land on her jeans. The human went into convulsions, bucking his hips, which did so on their own as his mind was nowhere to be found. This send his seed all over, Abby moaning as his semen splashed over her chest, clinging to her flannel shirt, lashing over her neck. The feline even leaned into the splash zone, catching some of Bryce’s cum on her muzzle and outstretched tongue, swallowing it immediately.
The human pants, heaving, gasping and rolling underneath her, manhood emerging from her paws as she pulls them back, revealing multiple strings of semen being stretched between her feet. Abby watched, her eyes evolving into a solid white orb as she harnessed the boy’s bottled-up vitality.
“Christ, I thought you said you would be gentle.” Bryce gasps, his body covered in sweat.
He looks up at Abby, feeling a tinge of fear as he watched her. The lynx froze in place, twitching with an unsettling, unnatural way. Her throat gurgled, saliva dripping down the sides of her tightly clenched muzzle. He yells in fright as she suddenly snaps her neck to the side, vertebrae crunching as her head bent at an impossible, lethal angle. Her tongue fell limp from her muzzle, before it lashed over her teeth as Abby jerked her head back up with another sickening snap. Her breathing dissolved into one of sheer delight, panting in an orgasmic sense.
“Oh. Oh, yes. That’s the stuff.” she huffs, blinking rapidly, before her eyes returned back to normal, ending with a final flash.
The human continued to stare, easing his body back from her, until she could calm back down.
“Oh, that was gentle. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, Bryce.” Abby sucks in a deep breath, letting it slowly hiss through her teeth.
“Are you okay?” he winced.
“Better than ever. I just need to lay down, I think. My neck hurts.” Abby nods, dropping down on the floor, stretching her limbs out, grinning at the thick, hot semen clinging to her paws.
“If you’re sure.” Bryce nervously nods, grunting as he stares at her cum glazed soles.
“I need to rest my eyes. You have an essay to write.”
Bryce yawned to himself, covering his mouth with his hand to make it as discreet as possible. The bulldog hadn’t noticed. Mr. Adams sat at his desk, while him and the rest of the class watched an old, black and white newsreel of World War 2. They took notes of each major detail given by the narrator. A bit boring, but at least the footage shown was pretty neat. During the more laid back days in the bulldog’s class, he entertained the class with battle footage, assuming they weren’t too graphic. Some were and a few students had complained, but Mr. Adams could care less. The way he viewed it, it was important to see the carnage of battle and not a “sanitized version”, as he put it. It was finally Friday, so he gave everyone a break after their tests. Bryce’s class was just a hair ahead of the others, so Mr. Adams didn’t want to jump the gun and start the next lesson plan. Instead, a more leisurely period was their reward.
The human jotted down in his notebook. He had a hunch that they wouldn’t be terribly important. More of a preview of the next chapter in their textbook. The canine leaned back at his desk, delivering a sharp kick to the leg of his desk to wake up a student that had dozed off. The chameleon’s head jumped off his desk, knocking his pencil off his desk. He sheepishly retrieved it, before continuing to take notes. Mr. Adams growled quietly and turned his head back to the projection screen. Bryce follows along, turning his notebook to a fresh page. His hand brushed against his pencil, which clattered to the floor. The human leans down to pick it up, eyes snapping to the underside of the desk in front of him. A cheetah, who had slipped off her track shoes. Sadly, she wore socks. Bryce still took the opportunity to steal a few looks. The darkness in the classroom hid his ogling, but also made it far harder to see much. He could hardly see the faint, sweaty blotches on the white cotton. Her socks were in fair condition, no holes for her pads or fur to poke out from, unlike the pair Abby had worn days ago. Bryce had gotten a lot out of his system yesterday, but was still his usual horny self.
Pulling himself back up, he went back to his notebook. As he jotted down notes, he realized his pencil was starting to move on its own. This sort of thing should have been terrifying, but he was long past that point. Instead, he was now curious. Bryce released his pencil, watching it levitate over to the next page.
|-Checking out some girls?-|
The pencil wrote its message and then fell limp to his desk. Smirking, Bryce picked it up.
|-You really do see everything.-|
His Ticonderoga hovered up, held by an unseen hand. Bryce could feel the faint chill of the girl standing beside him.
|-Not like I have anything else to do.-|
Bryce wrote in the column below, the page now dedicated to their primitive form of texting.
|-Shouldn’t you be in class?-|
|-You think I actually go to every class? I just show up in a few of yours. I did high school once and that’s enough for me.-|
|-A lot has changed since the 80s. You might learn something new.-|
|-I learn enough just by watching.-|
|-Think you could grab me some answers in my next quiz?-|
|-I’m not helping your lazy ass cheat. I was a teacher once.-|
|-You’re not anymore!-|
Bryce sets down the pencil, which lifts into the air, turning sideways as the tip was jabbed into his arm. He quietly grunts, snatching the pencil, before it could stab him again.
|-You said you wouldn’t hurt me anymore.-|
|-Like that really hurt.-|
|-Did you want something or are you just bored?-|
|-Both. I’ll see you after class.-|
His pencil went limp and fell back to his desk as the icy presence vanishes. Bryce picks it up and glanced up at the clock. Only a few more minutes left in class. He grabbed his bag and sat it on his lap, ready to head off the second the bell rang. The newsreel concludes with a video of the American flag flapping in the wind, the Star Spangled Banner sang by a choir, before ending. Mr. Adams got up from his desk to switch the lights back on. The cheetah sitting in front of Bryce shoved her socked paws back into her shoes, an action that only the smirking human noticed. As the bulldog pulled the rolling screen back up to the whiteboard, the bell rang.
“Have a good weekend.” he smiles as his students climb from their desks.
Bryce was the first one out the door, swiftly dumping his notebook into his backpack. He hadn’t even stepped out into the hallway, before Abby grabbed his arm to lead him away.
“Jeez, someone’s in a hurry.” Bryce huffs as he was dragged down the hallway.
“Told you I’m bored.” the cat rolls her eyes.
Before the halls were jam packed with students, Abby guides the two of them through the school. Through the main halls and down the back of the school. Bryce swallows as they walked past the auxiliary gym.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” Abby grins.
Without any regular classrooms at the back of the high school, aside from choir and woodshop, the halls stayed devoid of any students or faculty. Abby finally lets go of him, stopping in front of an unmarked door.
“A closet?” Bryce asks.
“Utility closet that no one uses.” she nods.
“You sure?”
“Duh, yeah. I’ve been here long enough. The janitor only uses the one up front.” Abby hums.
She grabs the handle, tensing up as she shuts her eyes to concentrate. Bryce hears a subtle clattering coming from the other side of the door. Abby cocks her head to the side with a grunt, the lock on the door flipping open.
“That’s one way to pick a lock.” Bryce chuckles.
Abby pulls the door open and pushes the human inside. She checks to see if anyone had noticed them, before joining him inside. Once inside, she closes the door and latches the lock. Bryce stayed in place, unable to see inside the light-less room. He squeaks in fear as his nose brushes over something hanging from the ceiling. The sudden brightness of the lights being clicked on made him squeeze his eyes shut. He blinks away the spots from his eyes, seeing Abby in front of him, her hand on the pull-chain to the lone light-bulb hanging naked from the ceiling. He looks around the closet, seeing cardboard boxes stacked up around the room, the sides of some having collapsed from the weight of those stacked on top, having weakened from a water leak. The ceiling titles were water damaged, stemming from a broken pipe that had been hastily mended with plumbers tape. An odor of mildew and mold was strong, but mild enough that it wasn’t too nauseating. Some school supplies had fallen out of the split boxes, rulers, outdated textbooks, and chalk piled up on the floor. The pages had went from wet and soggy to now solid lumps that stuck to the floor, the chalk melted and staining the checkered tile on the floor. Bryce made a mental note to watch where he stepped inside the cramped room.
“Not very romantic, but it’ll do.” Abby comments, testing the structural support of a stack of boxes.
These ones had avoided the minor flood and were still tightly packed with textbooks, easily capable of supporting her weight. The lynx hopped up to sit down, her legs swinging and heels bumping into the cardboard.
“I don’t even need to ask what we’re doing in here, do I?” Bryce chuckled.
“You learn quick, don’t you?” Abby purrs.
The human takes a step forward, running his hand over her shoes.
“We got four minutes, before your next class. I think that’s plenty of time.” she nods.
“You saying I cum fast?” Bryce smirks.
“I’m saying that I’m going to make you cum fast.” she grins.
Bryce softly groans and grabs her heel, swiftly tugging one of her Vans off her paw, seeing that she was still lacking socks, much to his delight. The shoe was quick to his face, pressing his nose inside of the heated footwear, loudly sniffing at the musky stench that he was already in love with.
“Took a minute to get here, and it’ll take another to get you back, so we got two to spare.” Abby rumbles, lifting her leg to thrust her sweaty paw against his groin, roughly grinding against his cock.
“Mmmph, easy.” Bryce moans, wincing as his foot lands in a pile of old note paper.
The human unzips his jeans, pulling his manhood free, already stiff and ready. Abby shoves her paw into it, pinning it against his chest as she grinds over it, clenching her toes over his crown, sawing the padded underbelly of her big toe down over his cockslit. He was already spilling precum down her fur, pulling his face from her shoe as he looks up at her, presenting Abby with his tongue, which he jammed back into her smelly Vans.
“Lick it, you dirty musk slut.” she grins, watching his eyes flutter and hearing the muffled moans as his tongue scraped at the damp, stained footprint.
Bryce takes her ankle, holding her paw tightly to his groin, keeping her toes wrapped around his cock as he starts to hastily thrust forward, fucking her delightfully sweaty digits. He moans deeper into her shoe, sucking up every ounce of her pungent odor, while his tongue furiously laps at the dent left behind by her heel.
“Your shoes fucking reek.” Bryce groans, shivering as she squeezes her toes tighter to let him fuck them harder.
“Aren’t you glad I skate? You said you didn’t get to fuck these, didn’t you? That’s changing right now.” Abby hisses, grunting as a sudden gush of his pre jets forth, lashing the wide top of her furry paw.
Bryce pants and jerks her other shoe off her alluring paw. The cat pulls her paw off of his throbbing, human length, grinning as he shoves his cock into her freshly worn shoe. Bryce tenses up as his fleshy member was met with the steaming, soggy insole of her skate shoe, his trembling, leaking crown rubbing over her footprint, coming to a stop as he reached the toebed.
The cat slaps his hand off her shoe.
“Wear my shoe, just like that. I better not see it fall off either.” she growls, Bryce nodding as he fought back even more boisterous groans.
The shoe hung heavy from his cock, squeezing his abdominal muscles to keep his erection strong and stiff as Abby’s Vans dangled off of it. Poor Bryce was left with just the top canvas touching his cock, while her intoxicating, footprint stained insole remained below, tickling at his length with the immense, clammy heat that wafted up from it, denying him the pleasure he oh so needed in a most intentional way. He sucked in more of her paw stink from the other shoe, greedily snorting, until that shoe was also pulled away by the cat. She hoisted her leg up, waving her thick, plump toes at him. Bryce darts his face forward, locking eyes with her as he nuzzled his nose into her toes, slowly sucking in her rank odor, spitting a wad of pre into her shoe. Bryce pursed his lips and kissed at her pawpad, dragging his tongue across the thick, textured flesh, sucking at the pink skin with a heated desire.
Abby extends her other leg, laying her paw onto her shoe as it swayed from his cock. Her toes grip the front of her Vans, pushing it down against his glans. Bryce moans and bucks his hips, sawing his swollen helmet into the sweat stained toeprints, the wide pit enveloping his pink flesh in the sticky, hot sweat that coated the insole. The lynx keeps up the pressure, pushing her foot harder onto the shoe, using her flexible toes to hold it. His mouth snapped open, thrusting his tongue into her toepads, before inviting one into his awaiting maw, sucking it with all his desire. Abby smears her sweaty pad over his tastebuds, now pumping her toe in and out of his mouth, claw catching at his lips a few times, which barely even fazed him by this point. He nursed on her toe, rolling his tongue up against the underside, cleaning away the sweat, poking his tongue down out of his mouth to up and down the shaft of her spotted digit.
She tugged her toe from his mouth, fur now matted in Bryce’s saliva. Bringing her paw down to join the other, they tightly grip her shoe, thrusting it over his hard cock, while he delivered bucks of his own, defiling her smelly, dank Vans. Abby grinned, eyes glowing with a shimmering white as she sensed the pre being left on the insoles.
“How’s that shoe feel?” she sneers.
“Oh, god, I’m going to cum so fucking hard in them.” Bryce bellows, greedily smearing his tip into her toeprints, feeling the hot glaze of his pre smearing over them.
Abby leans forward, taking the shoe in her hand. Her arm wraps around his waist, yanking Bryce up against her as she milked him with her checkered Vans.
“Yeah, bitch. You moan like a good slut for my shoes.” she snarls, her snout pinned against his nose, the two glaring at each other in a deep, mutual heat.
Her hand went faster and faster, grinding Bryce’s reddening cock over her insole, squeezing the canvas flat to form a proper fuck toy for him to spill his lust into. His flesh burned from the friction, her sweat and his pre doing little good to help anymore, despite the fair amount coating her insole. The claws on her toes scratched up and down his legs, watching his face twist in ecstasy at her treatment. Still holding onto the other shoe, Abby pulls her muzzle away from Bryce, making him watch as she buries her muzzle inside of it, taking a long, deep snort of her own misty stench.
“Fucking hell, I’m cumming.” Bryce whines, pushed over the edge by that shameless display of self love.
Abby grinds her snout into her own sharply scented footprint, pulling her muzzle free as she removed the other from Bryce’s manhood. She lowers both Vans in front of him, Bryce now rapidly jerking himself as his pre turned into rich semen. The human aims his tip into the opening of her Vans, moaning in a shrill tone as his thick seed squirts into one, watching the pearly load spraying over her blackened footprint, glazing the worn away Vans logo. Bryce frantically switches between both shoes, ensuring they each received a load of their own, the ghostly lynx watching intently. She moans alongside Bryce, listening to the heavy thumps of each stream of seed being dropped all over her insoles, making her toes clench.
“That was so goddamn good.” Bryce heaves, lifting his cock to shoot the last, weaker waves of seed across the checkered exterior of her smelly shoes.
Abby slowly nods, moaning quietly to herself, staring at the human’s white mess jetting over her held out footwear, painting them in his heavenly, orgasmic mess.
“Now…..put them on for me.” she sighs, sitting back to hold up her legs.
Nodding, Bryce takes the messy footwear, squatting down in front of her. He slips the first one on, Abby loudly grunting as her sole squished into the puddle of his semen. Grabbing her ankle, he pushes the other on with more force, even pushing his palm up against the sole to really grind his muck into her furry paw. Abby pants and whines, grinding her toes into the hot, sticky seed, feeling it coating her fur. The lynx radiates, fur standing on end as her body glows, sucking in all of his lustful energy. Bryce just stands back up and watches, Abby going silent as her body quakes and quivers. This time, she didn’t break her neck, which was good on Bryce’s part.
“All good?” he asks.
“Never better.” she pants, jumping back down to the floor, shivering as his seed was driven harder into her soles.
“Think that was two minutes. Lost track of time.” Bryce comments.
Abby nods, shaking as she unlocked the door.
“Better get your ass moving then.” she huffs, pushing the door open.
She steps out first, looking both ways. With no one there, she beckons Bryce to follow. The human walks out into the hallway, looking at the vibrating feline.
“Guess you’ll be perked up for the rest of the day.” he teases.
“Better than coffee.” she pants, nodding.
He follows behind her, walking down the hallway, unable to hear the wet slaps inside her shoes with each step.
“Wrench.”
Bryce sighs and slaps the tool into his dad’s hand. The man grumbles to himself, carefully tightening the water line to the new refrigerator. His dad gets off his knees with a huff, tearing a sheet of paper towel from the roll to dab over his forehead.
“Alright. Seems fine to me.” he nods, plugging the fridge into the outlet.
He motions for Bryce to get on the other side of the massive appliance. The two of them carefully wiggle it back, until it sits flush against the wall and counter-top. The father made sure to measure the gap a few times, before deciding on a model that would fit, albeit a quite snug fit. He was less than pleased when he was told the old one suffered “catastrophic damage” and was impossible to fix. The repair shop was dumbfounded as they opened it up to inspect the fried components. When he asked what could have caused it, the only answer, a very unsure one, was some sort of a power surge. He then stopped to pick up a surge protector and debated on calling an electrician to make sure such a thing wouldn’t happen again. For how much the new fridge cost, he did not plan on having it fizzle out in the first month. It was one of the few times when he purchased an extended warranty too.
Bryce walked behind his dad, stepping into the attached garage. He flipped on the lights, frowning at the amount of clutter still taking up the two car garage. Bryce just hoped his mom wouldn’t get on his case to clean it out, before winter came. Oh, how he hated the process. His father refused to throw anything away, much like his mother, so all they ended up doing was pulling everything out and then trying to reorganize it like some sort of demented game of Tetris. When winter hit, he could relax, until March hit and his mom would get antsy for Spring Cleaning. His dad shifts himself sideways, stretching himself over a bumper pool table, until he could flip on the main breaker. Being paranoid about water spraying all over again, the dad felt it was safer to shut off the power entirely.
“Give me a hand with this, will you?” the man asks, grabbing one end of the cooler.
Bryce grips the plastic handle and the two lift it up in tandem, wobbling the cooler back into the kitchen. He pulls open the lid, before the stink of rotten food wafted up to his face.
“Dammit, Bryce. Didn’t you replace the ice, like I told you?” his dad huffs, plugging his nostrils.
“You never told me to do that.” Bryce growls.
The middle aged man reflects for a moment.
“Alright, I didn’t. Ugh, your mother is gonna kill me.” he frowns, taking an end of the cooler to drag it to the front door.
Shrugging, Bryce followed the dad, picking up one end to carry it outside, after making sure the lid was firmly closed. The dad opens up the trash can as they pick up the cooler and dump the spoiled food, Bryce grimacing at the melted ice merging with the packages of raw, rotten meat, curdled dairy and moldy vegetables. He turns his head to look away, dodging the powerful, stomach turning odor, until the cooler was empty.
“Well, I gotta run to the store now. Put the cooler away and do me a favor? Rake up the yard, so I don’t have to hear your mother nagging me anymore.” the dad requests, setting the cooler back down.
“Alright.” Bryce sighs, dragging the cooler back inside, forcing it on top of a workbench that had just became another disorganized storage space.
“Thanks.” the dad nods, pulling his car keys from his pocket.
He unlocks the sedan and climbs inside, giving a short toot of the horn as he backs out of the driveway. Bryce walks behind the house, dried leaves crunching under his shoes. A red wood shed was up against the fence that separated their property from his neighbors. His dad had constructed it by himself long before Bryce was even born. Unlike the garage, this was actually used the way it was intended to be. He plucks off the padlock from the door, his dad never bothering to lock it anymore. The rusted hinges squeal as he yanks the door open, the weight shifting to one side as the top hinge had become so loose that it was hardly attached to the frame. Bryce cautiously looks around inside, twisting his head up and down, side to side. He once saw a black widow spider inside and was still worried about getting bit. Grabbing a rake, he backs away from the shed. He shuddered, running a hand over his head and neck. Every time he had to get something from there, he always felt like something was crawling on him.
Rake in hand, he reluctantly begins the menial labor. The plan was to gather up the bulk of the leaves and then run over the rest with a lawn mower. He looked up to see that the few trees in the yard were completely naked. At least he wouldn’t have to do this again. Laying the rake behind himself, he walks up and down the yard, dragging the metal teeth through the grass, collecting the fallen leaves, which he distributes into smaller piles, which were then raked into one big mass. It was your typical autumn weather, so he didn’t sweat too much. The backyard took maybe half an hour to finish. Returning to the shed, he uses his rake to smack at the pile of paper lawn bags, closely watching for any eight legged critters to emerge. He pulls one back with the teeth of the rake, kicking the bag on the yard, stomping it a few times, until he was satisfied it wasn’t carrying anything alive. The wind wasn’t bad enough for him to worry about the pile of leaves being blown away, so he took the rake and bag into the front yard.
Again, he simply walks around the yard, dragging his rake, until another lump of leaves had been gathered. Bryce stuffs the foliage into the bag. He takes a brief break, before dragging the thick paper bag into the backyard. He then frowns as he sees some leaves scattered across the green grass. The frown turns into a smirk once he notices how they were dispersed into the shape of a heart.
“You here, Abby?” he calls out.
Only the October silence answered him.
“Gotta be around somewhere.” he chuckles.
He narrows his eyes at the big pile of leaves, curiously prodding it with the end of his rake. After anticipating the lynx to jump out and pounce on him, he was disheartened when nothing of the sort happened.
“Just playing tricks, I guess.” he states, returning the rake to the shed, securing the padlock back on the latch.
Behind the shed, was an old oil barrel that they used for burning sticks and branches. It made short work of leaves too. Bryce drags it to the center of the yard, beside the pile. He empties the bag inside the burn barrel to start. With the bag empty, he fills it back up, until the backyard was mostly cleaned up. Dumping that as well, he shrugs and tosses in the paper bag too. Stepping to the grill, he grabs the lighter fluid and a box of matches. The lighter, he left alone. Bryce came close to burning off his eyebrows the last time he used the lighter for this purpose. He coats the leaves in the accelerant, pulling a match from the box, flicking the tip over the striker, before tossing it into the barrel. A quick whoosh of flames puffed from the barrel. As soon as the flames died down, Bryce slides a cover over top, so no burning leaves could be blown out and land on the yard. It was just a grill grate from his dad’s old propane grill, but it did the job.
Bryce stands in front of the burn barrel, happily sniffing at the scent of the leaves. It was the classic smell of fall to him. Spiced apple cider and neighbors burning leaves. The township frowned upon the practice, but no one seemed to care. Until those assholes started picking up lawn clippings, the fires shall continue. It was still a habit of his dad and himself to stand near the barrel, innocently pretending to just be enjoying a fire. The barrel expanded for a moment, popping as the sides released and groaned. A curtain of smoke wisped into the air. Bryce watched the tails stretch and grow, curling into the shape of a heart, hovering as it rose higher and higher, until being carried away.
“Okay, now I know you’re here.” Bryce laughs.
No answer. Just the soft crackles of the leaves inside. He did hear a car door slam. Bryce waited for his dad to smell the smoke, who then walked into the backyard.
“Looks good.” the dad nods.
“I still have to use the mower, though.” Bryce adds, taking one step back from the barrel as it started to make him sweat.
“Nah, it’s fine. We’ll do that later. Just need your help with the groceries and then we can get dinner started.” the man declines.
“Alright.” Bryce stretches, walking with him to the driveway.
He drops his phone on his chest and rubs his eyes. Since it was Friday, he should have tried to stay up a little longer, but was too tuckered out. Just means he could sleep in even more Saturday morning. Bryce played around on his phone for a bit longer, until the low battery decided for him that it was time to sleep. Sighing, he plugged his phone in and dropped it on his nightstand. He yawns and rolls over onto his stomach, pulling the covers up his back. No homework or projects to bother with. Got the whole weekend to enjoy without any worries. He sniffs, curiously moving his arm to his nose. Hmm, maybe he should have taken a shower tonight. Standing too close to those leaves wasn’t the best of ideas. Only know did he noticed the smell of smoke on his skin. Eh, too late now. Do it in the morning.
He nestled his face into his pillow instead to block out the smell. The human hums to himself, shutting his eyes. The ceiling fan slowly ran above him, giving him a pleasantly mild breeze. His mother liked to have the heat on constantly, so the fan was needed. Before long, Bryce felt himself being lulled to sleep. He couldn’t be sure how long he had actually slept for, before a tapping was heard at his window. It took a few times to actually wake the human.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack!
Bryce whines and rolls onto his side, eyes peeking open.
Clack!
He opens his eyes fully, staring at his window. Another pebble bounced against the pane with as much force as the last one. Before he could stand, he watched a mist forming on the glass. The pane vibrated and squeaked as an invisible digit ran across it. Bryce waits for the message to be delivered, only for it to be written backwards from where he laid.
“What?” he yawns.
The fog was quickly wiped away, breathing another gust onto the chilled window. This time, the letters were written in a way he could read them.
GARAGE
Bryce smirks and swings his legs down to the floor. He got dressed, before heading out of his room, throwing on the same socks and shirt he wore today and his boxer briefs. He slowly opens his door, listening to the snoring duel between his dad and mom commencing in their bedroom. Quietly, he stepped down the hallway and tiptoed down the stairs. He ducked into the kitchen to check the clock, seeing that it was just shy of two in the morning. Entering the garage, he flipped the light switch, the lights refusing to turn on. Bryce frowns, but still walks inside, hesitantly shutting the door behind him, leaving him alone inside the blackened garage.
“Abby?” he whispers, unsure if moving was a safe idea.
Little light entered through the garage door windows with no moon out tonight. Only the street lights could provide a tiny bit of illumination. Bryce slides a foot forward, prodding the air in front of him. Feeling nothing, he takes a single step forward, doing the same afterward.
“You in here?” the human asks.
Even in the blackness of the garage he could see a solid black figure dart across in front of him. Goosebumps crawled up his back.
“Hello?” he whimpers.
His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, but didn’t offer a ton of assistance. Bryce squints, seeing the silhouette of a head staring at him, lingering for a moment, before it was pulled back behind a tower of plastic storage bins.
“Please, just answer me.” Bryce breathes.
He hears a footstep to his side. Bryce twists his head, seeing a cloud of disturbed dust floating up, shining in the faint glow of the outside lights. Shaking his head, he makes the tough decision of heading back inside. Maybe a flashlight would help, though he had a gnawing feeling that he shouldn’t be here. Bryce steps back, bumping into a furry figure. His mouth opens to let out a frightful scream, immediately clamped shut by a sock being jammed into his maw.
“Got you.” Abby snickers in his ear.
She snaps her fingers and the lights at long last turn on. Bryce’s nose whistles as he gulps down air in shivering breaths. He does appreciate the sock in his mouth for a second, yanking it back out as his mouth dried up. Seeing that it was actually one of his own, he frowns and throws it to the side.
“What was that about?” he grunts, turning to the smirking lynx.
“What? I had to get at least one more scare in.” she chuckles.
“Real funny.” Bryce sighs.
“God. No offense, but your garage looks like shit.” Abby shakes her head.
“You’re telling me.” he nods.
The lynx takes his hand in hers, carefully pulling him through the garage. The both of them take cautious steps over cans of paint and toolboxes, reaching the middle of the disheveled garage. She leads him to a weight bench. As to who bought it was still a mystery as he couldn’t think of any of his family working out with it. Abby gives him a soft push. Bryce stumbles back, landing on the bench with a mild grunt. The backrest was already adjusted into an upright position with a slight downwards angle.
“Need I ask?” Bryce smiles.
“Just some late night cardio.” Abby grins, sitting down on his lap.
The cat lays a hand on his chest, snaking underneath his shirt to lightly scratch at his belly. Bryce leans back into the bench, softly groaning at the gentle touch. Her other hand lowers to his groin, squeezing at his flaccid member. The lynx leans in, brushing her muzzle over his neck, her raspy tongue darting over his jawline. Bryce sharply exhales, opening his legs further as her hand groped even harder. Abby’s lips suck at the nape of his neck, pulling down his elastic waistband for a direct fondle to his naked cock. Taking him in her palm, she tenderly grips him, grinding her thumb into the area where his shaft meets his crown, rolling the padded underbelly firmly into the sensitive space. Bryce lowly moans, inching his head down to swipe his tongue over one of her pointed ears.
“Something tells me you aren’t looking for a footjob tonight.” Bryce exhales, poking his tongue into the tuft of fur peeking from her ear, which twitches and flaps.
Abby brings her head back to stare at Bryce, seemingly hesitant.
“I think I want the real thing.” she quietly purrs.
Bryce pants, watching her bring his hardening length between her legs, stroking him as she grinds his mast over her groin. He lethargically nods in return, the two of them feeling how he throbbed at her words. Smiling, Abby climbs off the bench, unbuttoning her torn jeans to calmly slide them down her legs. Bryce sucks in a sudden breath, seeing her bare sex right in front of him with no underwear to conceal her bare slit. She was already visibly wet, her nectar soaked into the fur of her thighs, his eyes hungrily staring at her fat, swollen clitoris. Seeing his desire, Abby drops a leg up on the bench, right between his own. She parts her slit with her fingers, swirling her thumb over her chubby nub, which stiffens further, twitching in front of him. Kicking off her shoes, she steps out of her jeans, moving them off to the side.
“Fuck.” Bryce pants as Abby pulls his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, sitting with him afterwards.
He leans forward, glancing up at her for permission, Abby nodding as he slides his hand forward. The human moans to himself as he squeezes her plump nub between his fingers, gingerly tugging at it, Abby hissing and returning her hand to his cock. While she lovingly strokes him, Bryce uses his fingers to enter her, moaning at the hot, slick passage gripping his index and middle finger. Her fingers rake through his hair, pulling him closer into a hug as they pleasured each other. He presses his face into her chest, sniffing at her natural aroma, licking and nibbling her collar bone. Abby jerks him in time to his finger thrusts, her chin resting on the top of his head as she softly groans. The human’s manhood swells in her hand, leaking over her palm. Abby pants, releasing shallow waves of her honey over his digits as they quicken their pace, stabbing deeper inside of her. Returning the favor, the cat strokes him faster, sweeping his tip under her shirt and against her belly. Bryce grabs at her shirt, the lynx helping him pull it over her head. Without unbuttoning it, it was a bit of a process, throwing it down onto the garage floor. Bryce wastes no time in admiring her breasts, lips sucking at one of her pink nipples, which stiffened against his tongue as it swirled over the perked up flesh. Panting harder, she bucks her hips, moaning louder as his fingers were rapidly driven in and out of her entrance.
Bringing his manhood to her sex, she swabs his tip over her clitoris, the two of them moaning in unison. He pants, helpless to her actions. His swollen crown roughly grinds at her aroused nub, Abby slapping him hard against it, making him groan into her breasts as she aims his tip to swirl over her wet lips. He switches to the other breast, sucking at the furred, modestly sized mound, moving down to greedily nurse at her nipple. She pushes his head harder into her body, while she aims his cock, gradually pushing it inside of her. At the angle they sat, only his crown could enter her. It was still enough for the both of them to moan in mutual delight. Her arms wrap around his chest, hugging him tightly to herself, kissing at his head as he licked and sucked her breasts. They stayed like this for a few minutes, savoring how he felt inside of her, Abby gyrating her hips for added stimulation.
Unable to bear it for much longer, Abby guides Bryce down to the bench, pushing him into the backrest. He stares up at her in a nervous, but far too aroused, heated gaze. The cat climbs on top of him, standing on the tips of her toes to align him back with sex. Bryce chews at his lips, watching her slippery lips brushing over his tip, the two staring back at one another as she slowly sinks down on his lap. The pair shut their eyes, shivering as his length was gradually slipped inside of her slick, hot cunt. Bryce grunts, squirming beneath her, unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure as she finally sits down, every inch of his hard, swollen cock swallowed by her welcoming passage. Her feet sit flat on the floor, Abby mewing at Bryce. He watches her, mouth hanging open, chest heaving, shirt already damp with sweat. Abby straightens her legs, standing back up, Bryce staring as he cock was revealed inch by throbbing inch, now coated in her feminine arousal. She then sinks back down, impaling herself back on the human’s engorged mast, sharing an approving hiss from Bryce. Now warmed up, Abby starts to steadily pump her legs, riding Bryce as his hands clamp down on her wide hips, guiding her up and down. He doesn’t move much, letting her take the wheel. Abby was all too happy to take over, hands running along his chest, digging her claws into his flesh.
She gyrates her hips, shifting herself forward and back, heavily panting as she feels him drooling inside of her. Bryce moans and watches her clit twitching with each motion, now flicking his thumb against it. Abby hisses, slapping her hand on his wrist, slamming it tightly against her cunt. He strokes her nub, pinching the stiff flesh, tweaking it with his fingertips. Abby bounces on his lap, violently spearing him inside of her drench slit, her nectar already leaking out, dripping down onto the faux leather covering of the bench. Bryce could allow her to do all the labor for so long, until he grabs her waist and pulls her down against his chest. Her hips never stopped, hungrily bucking at his groin, now biting his neck, lashing her bumpy tongue over the marks left on his skin.
Holding her hips, Bryce hoists her forward onto him, just a few inches, but it was all the room he needed as he greedily thrusts, hammering her tight cunt. Abby barks, muffling her shrill cries by pinning her muzzle snug against his chest. Her back arches, tail swishing behind her.
“Oh, fuck, Bryce!” she yells, hanging onto to him.
He moans in a growl inside her ear, groaning her name. His socked soles find the foot rest on the bench, digging his heels into it for more leverage. The room fills with the wet, dirty slaps of his groin clapping against her mound, moaning for each other. If only he could see how her round ass shook and quaked with each powerful thrust, fur shaking as he pounded Abby. Her legs bend under herself, kneeling and giving him more room, which was hardly needed as those heated, shallow thrusts were delivered at such a rapid speed and force that it was already leaving them both on the brink of an orgasm.
“Breed me, human. Fuck me. Cum in me.” she begs.
He hisses, kissing at her neck, sucking at her spotted fur, hips slamming up against her, his tip kissing her cervix with each deep thrust. Bryce didn’t want to it to end. The lynx dropped her body weight down on him, unable to contain herself, running out of stamina and far too eager to finally give in to the orgasm that tickled up her spine. Bryce returned with a final drive, yanking her hips down onto his lap, the two of them grinding against each other in unison. He desperately wiggled his cock further inside, crying out as her muscles tensed up, squeezing his long member, refusing to let it go.
Bryce finished first, the sensation of his fat, heavy stream of seed exploding inside of her being enough to topple the lynx over into an orgasm of her own. He felt the contractions of her snug, humid tunnel as it milked him, clit throbbing as she quivered above him, showering his groin, thighs, and the workout bench in a hot gush of her squirt, hearing it spill out in a single wave. Abby’s moan was silent and trapped in her throat, her body stiffening as she climaxed. The human’s length twitched with each stream of seed that was shot into her womb, gifting them both with an orgasm that would be impossible to forget. The lights grew brighter, glowing with an impossible halo. Bryce hides his face in her neck to protect himself from the blinding light. It grew brighter and brighter with enough brilliance to cast out into the street, filling the empty neighborhood with a startling glare, until the filament nearly caught fire and finally snapped, the light bulb itself exploding, showering the floor with tiny shards of glass.
The lynx fell on top of him, breathing heavy as did Bryce. He hugged her to his chest, scratching down her naked back, making her tail lift and wag. He savored the embrace, stroking the cheek of the purring cat, kissing her forehead. Abby lifts her head, staring at Bryce in a longing, passionate gaze. His lips inch towards her, stopping before they could touch. The lynx quickly closes the gap, crashing her muzzle into his lips. His head falls onto the cushion, hands sliding up her body, massaging her as they kissed. Her tongue dipped into his mouth, swirling and dancing with his own, the dexterous muscles coiling around each other. Abby pets his cheeks, stroking with her thumbs, slowly their heated kiss, until she finally pulled away, following up with a soft peck at his lips.
“That was amazing.” Bryce whispers.
“I haven’t felt like that in years.” Abby swallows.
He ran his fingers through her facial fur, weaving between her whiskers, her muzzle twitching and turning into a smile.
“Guess that explains all the hearts.” Bryce chuckles.
“Yup. Had to wait for your parents to go to bed.” the cat smirks.
Abby pulls herself off of him, letting him watch his now semi flaccid manhood slipping out of her cunt, pulling a few strands of his semen out with it. The lynx grunts, still sensitive from his lustful breeding. She picks up her jeans, not wanting to pull them on and ruin them. Probably should have worn underwear, actually.
“I guess I should be going now.” she slowly nods.
Bryce frowns and sits up.
“You can spend the night?” he offers.
Abby stops and thinks it over, looking over at him with a smile.
“I’d like that.” she nods.
She offers him a hand, pulling him off of the bench. The couple pick up their clothes, Abby sliding her shoes back on first. Noticing the broken glass, she swiftly scoops up Bryce and picks him up in her arms. He softly laughs and nods, Abby carrying him out of the garage to set him down safety in the kitchen. They quietly walk up the stairs, Abby stopping in front of the bathroom.
“Mind if I get a quick shower in?” she asks.
“Really?” Bryce chuckles.
“Yeah. I’m full of cum in case you already forgot. Why bother fucking up your bed?” Abby shrugs.
“Alright. I think you know where everything is?” he questions.
“Yeah, I found the towels when I was snooping around on Thursday.” Abby smirks.
“Have at it then. I think I need to lay down. Knees feel like jelly.” he sighs, opening his door.
“Aww, tired after blowing your first load into someone?” she taunts.
“Hey, don’t make me get you back for attacking me in the shower.” he grumbles, walking into his bedroom.
Abby snickers and turns on the bathroom lights, after grabbing a towel. The human falls back down on his bed, turning over to lay on his back. He listens to the water starting to run in the bathroom, ears perking at some gentle humming coming from the lynx. Bryce smirks and shuts his eyes, listening to the enjoyable rumbles. He never thought they’d spend a night together like this. Getting to enjoy her paws and shoes was one thing, but he hadn’t even considered that she’d ever let him inside of her. They had only finished moments ago, but he already found his cock twitching. His fingers carefully rubbed at his shaft, still sticky with their joined, orgasmic fluids. God, he could even smell her on him. His thoughts ran wild in his head, imagining Abby all lathered up with soap suds, taking extra care to wash away all of his own seed that poured from her sex. Bryce’s hand turned from mild fondles to a few actual strokes. They did just hump, so would it be very odd to check her out in the shower?
He gets out of bed, carefully stepping back into the hallway. He sees that the door was slightly ajar, the light brushing over her pile of clothes tossed in the middle of the hallway. Unable to help himself, shocker, Bryce does briefly pick up one of her Vans, bringing it up to his nose to fill his lungs with that familiar, hot aroma that he didn’t get to enjoy tonight. Before he could get too carried away, he takes only a few more sniffs, letting her pungent odor sting his nostrils for a moment longer. If he went any further, he’d probably need some skin grafts on his cock, which was still chaffed from pounding her shoes back at school. Bryce sets her shoe back down and stands in front of the door. Craning his neck, he tries to peer at the reflection in the mirror, which was denied by the condensation that fogged up the surface. A low fog had formed along the chilly, tiled floor by all the hot water being showered down her body. Bryce pokes at the door, carefully inching it opened further, enough to stick his head in.
The door then swings open on its own, making him jump in surprise.
“Can’t help yourself, can you?” she hummed from the shower.
“I’m predictable, aren’t I?” Bryce sighs.
“Horny teenage boy with a naked lynx showering in his house in the middle of the night? Yeah, I expected no less.” she teases.
The human walks in and sits down on the toilet. The shower curtain pulls open, Bryce flinching at the sight or lack there of. Abby was nowhere to be seen, but he could still see the suds clinging to her body. The soap outlined her body in vivid detail, following the curves of her breasts, chest, legs, and rear. Her tail was curled into the air, water dripping from the tip.
“You invisible just to tease me?” he asks.
“You don’t want to see me wet. Trust me.” Abby hums, her transparent arms working the soap deep along her thighs, cleaning the matted, sticky fur.
“Nothing worse than a wet cat, huh?” he jokes, getting a brief splash of water flung from her cupped palm.
He wipes his face with her towel, intrigued at the unusual display. Bryce’s eyes follow her hands, outlined with soap as she ran her palms down her legs, while the water ran down her back. Just to be a tease, she worked up a good lather between her palms, grinding the soap deep into her fur, so he could better see her. Bryce grunts, seeing the white foam clinging to her nipples. When she pulled her hands away from her groin, his eyes darted down, seeing a vague tracing of her sex. Abby then turned around, swaying her rear right at him as he takes in the teasing picture of her round, sculpted ass. With the soap on her hands being washed away, the shower head is pulled off the wall, gripping in her invisible mitts as she finished washing herself off, leaving her entirely transparent. Bryce was left with a faint shadow of the lynx, the water still clinging to her body, almost appearing like an ice sculpture.
“Cute.” he comments as she shuts the water off.
He watches the mat beside the tub compressing under her weight as she stepped out.
“Watch it!” Bryce laughs as she shakes herself dry, flinging the water off of her fur as she whips her body around.
The towel levitates in the air, sweeping down her body to absorb what little still soaked her fur. Bryce watched with amusement as the towel hung in the air, Abby wrapping it around her body.
“Let’s get some sleep.” Abby hums, walking out into the hall.
Bryce stands up, watching a wet pawprint materializing on the carpet as she stepped down the hall. He picked up her clothes and carried them into his bedroom, tossing them into his dirty clothes, so they’d blend in. The towel hovers in the air, before it suddenly drops to the floor. The ghost crawls onto his bed, the covers lifting up to drape down her body, the pillow sinking under the invisible head. The human stands at the foot of the bed, having flashbacks to the night he stepped into his room and saw the very same image.
“You gonna stand there all night or are you going to join me?” Abby sighs.
Nodding, Bryce lays down beside her, curiously rubbing down her side. He could feel her wet fur tickling at his palm. Yeah, she’s still here alright. Before she could slap his hand away, Bryce sinks down and scoots up beside her. He slowly lays his arm around her waist, smiling as he feels her hand resting on his wrist, scratching him softly. Turning to his side, he yawns and lays his head down on the pillow.
“Good night, Bryce.”
“Good night, Abby.”
A chill touch to his nose, the lynx gently rubbing her snout against him. Bryce’s eyes flutter open, jolting awake.
“Morning.” Abby yawns.
Abby? Oh, yeah. Wow, she actually stayed the whole night.
“Good morning.” he smiles, leaning in for a kiss, which was happily returned.
Bryce turns to lay on his back, glancing over, pleased that she was back to her normal, solid self. Her fur had gotten ruffled up from not properly drying off, before sleeping. Still, she looked breathtaking. She lowered the covers down to her belly, giving him a clear view of her naked breasts, which he was quick to take in. The human cups one of them with a casual touch, Abby rolling her eyes. She leaned down to nip at his hand, which was pulled back as he chuckled.
“Thought you were a paw guy.” she yawns.
“Paws and feet, yeah, but I can appreciate all parts on a lady.” he smirks.
“Nerd.” Abby hums, looking out the window.
The sun was already high in the sky, Abby guessing it was already well past noon. Damn, they slept in good.
“Bryce!” the dad yells up the stairs as he climbed them.
The human jumped out of bed, looking for his underwear. He didn’t have time to make himself decent, so he hops back into bed and pulls the covers over himself. The bedroom door opens without any prior knocking. Bryce gasps, looking over to see the bed covers hovering for a moment, before falling flat on the mattress.
“What?” Bryce asks in annoyance.
“The light in the garage broke, so I think I’m going to have to go out and talk to an electrician. Your mother is coming along, so she can go do some shopping for Thanksgiving decorations.” the dad grunts, shaking his head as he knew that would mean just more clutter in the garage.
“Alright. I’m not sure what I’ll be doing today, so I might not be home when you guys come back.” Bryce nods.
“Fine by me. Enjoy the weather, before winter hits.” he states, disappearing back into the hallway.
Bryce waits, hearing him talking to his mother, the jingle of keys and then the front door opening and shutting.
“That was close.” he exhales, climbing out of bed.
He opens his dresser, pulling out a clean pair of underwear.
“Abby?” he asks, pulling the underwear up his legs.
Bryce grabs her clothes and sets them down on his bed.
“Abby? You still here?” he calls out, turning around, glancing at his closet.
Her hands dart out from under the bed, grabbing his ankles to yank them back as he stepped forward.
“Ahh!” he yells, falling to the ground.
Growling, he looks back to see Abby crawling out from the bed, snickering to herself.
“Got you that time.” she grins, starting to get dressed.
“Don’t make me go back to the church for more Holy Water.” he grumbles, standing back up.
The lynx chuckles to herself, sliding her jeans on with one hand, tossing her flannel shirt on with the other.
“Any plans for the day?” she asks, slipping her shoes back on.
“Not really.” he shrugs, taking his phone off the charger.
“Guess we can bum around here or go out?” Abby suggests.
“Sounds like fun.” Bryce smiles.
The pair walk downstairs, Abby dipping into the garage to grab her skateboard that she had stashed there. Double checking that he had his wallet, Bryce opens the door. Abby walks out as Bryce shuts and locks the door.
“Damn, it’s already 3:30.” Bryce comments, after checking his phone.
“Burning daylight.” she nods.
Bryce grabs his bike and wheels it down the driveway.
“Just like before?” he asks, sitting on the seat.
“I have a better idea.” Abby states, climbing up onto the bike, standing on the pegs at the back wheel.
Bryce nods and starts to pedal. The lynx lays one arm around his waist, gripping her board with the other hand. Neither had much of a destination in mind, so Bryce just aimlessly pedaled down the road. He moved up onto the sidewalk, seeing that nobody was using it. Safer than staying on the road, anyway. They made their way through the neighborhood, while Abby looked around. She took in the sights of all the new cars, while the houses stayed the same.
“Damn, cars got ugly.” she says.
“Not all big and bulky, like the ones from your day?” he asks over his shoulder.
“Yeah. What happened to all the style? Every goddamn car is a fucking dinky ass shit wagon.” she frowns.
A car drove passed, Abby sniffed at the air from the exhaust that spewed from the tailpipe.
“Gas even smells different.”
“What do you mean?” Bryce chuckles.
“I dunno. Used to have like a sweet, musty smell to it.” she shrugs, gripping him tighter as they ran over a large crack in the sidewalk.
“Wasn’t gas leaded back then?”
“What do you mean, “back then”?”
“Uh, they don’t put lead in gas anymore?”
“What? Why?”
“You know how dangerous that shit was, right?”
“Fucking hippies. First they wanted to ban hairspray and now this.”
“To be fair, you guys used a ton of that stuff back in the 80s.” he teased, steering them down the next block.
“I didn’t. Speaking of which, that hole in the ozone still around?”
“Yeah. I don’t think that’s recovering any time soon.” Bryce nods.
Bryce stops the bike as they reached a hill that lead to the main stretch of town. He sighs and catches his breath. With the added weight of the lynx on the back, it was growing harder to pedal.
“Put your feet up.” Abby says.
Curious, Bryce lifts one leg up onto the front peg, keeping the other on the ground to keep them upright. Abby closes her eyes, her hand squeezing at his chest far harder than before. The pedals then start to move on their own as Abby concentrates. Laughing, Bryce brings his other leg up as the bike is swiftly propelled forward, climbing up the hill with ease. The lynx stays silent, clenching her jaw as the bike moved faster. Bryce holds the handlebars steady as they gather speed and fly up the sidewalk. The hill would have taken him a few minutes to climb on his own, but with Abby, she forced them up in under ten seconds. He grows nervous as they race up the concrete, gulping as they reach the apex. With their speed, the bike is launched up into the air, the human bracing himself as they land hard. He keeps the bike steady, Abby only grunting as the wheels touch back down.
“There.” she exhales, snapping her eyes back open.
“Damn, now there’s a cool trick.” Bryce smiles, taking back over, while she recuperated.
Abby only slouched against him some, resting her chin on his shoulder. She sighs and smiles a bit as they reach the main hub of the town. Abby hadn’t been outside the school in decades, so she was curious what all had changed. While the buildings were mostly the same, the stores themselves were far different.
“The fuck. They got rid of Tape World.” she frowned as they lazily rode down the sidewalk full of businesses.
“Cassettes died out in the 90s, but I think they’re making a comeback.” Bryce nods.
“So, what, you guys just have CD players in your cars now?” Abby asks.
“Most people use Bluetooth now.” the human answers.
“A blue what?” she squints.
“Bluetooth. You know, for streaming music?”
“Streaming?”
“Oh, this is going to be a long day.” Bryce chuckles, shaking his head.
Abby curiously looks at the business that took over her beloved music shop, quickly examining the ads and banners hanging in the windows.
“Vape Shop and Funko Pops. I don’t know what that is, but I hope that place gets firebombed.” she growled to herself, only making Bryce laugh.
The next shop they passed was a vacant building with a, “For Rent”, sign placed in the window.
“That place used to be an arcade and pizza shop.” she says, pointing at the desolate storefront.
“There’s still some good pizza places around.” the human smiles.
“What about arcades?”
“Those aren’t really a thing anymore. There’s some, but they’re really just for getting tickets to win prizes.”
“That’s kinda cool, I guess.” she sighed.
“Yeah, people just play games at home.” Bryce adds.
“Really?” she looks down.
“Oh, yeah. Not sure if any of the names would ring a bell, though.” he hums, dodging a group of teenagers.
“Atari?” she smirks.
“Nah, they don’t really do that anymore.”
“Oh. Nintendo?” she frowns, perking back up.
“Yeah, they’re fucking huge anymore.” Bryce nods.
“Huh. I thought that shit was just a fad, like diet soda.” Abby smirks.
“If only you knew.”
Turning down the next street, Abby immediately gets giddy.
“Oh, shit! The movie theater is still here!” she grins.
Laughing, Bryce pedals quicker. Her eyes grow wide at the old marquee still hanging over the sidewalk, exactly how she remembered it. Abby only sees a single title up on the massive overhang, but didn’t recognize it, which was little surprise to herself. The lynx hops off the bike, before Bryce could stop. He climbs off and rests it against the wall of the theater. Abby was scanning the flier for all the upcoming attractions.
“Star Wars. Indiana Jones. Holy shit! They’re still making those?” she exclaims in disbelief.
“Trust me, I’m just as surprised as you are. Well, Indiana Jones. Star Wars hit a slump and now it’s back up to being a huge franchise.” Bryce smiles.
“Never got into Star Wars, but damn. I thought Harrison Ford was dead by now.” she slowly nods, not seeing any other titles of interest.
“He’d be a pretty cool ghost to hang with.” Bryce teases, dodging a kick to the shin.
“Are there any other movies that I’d know about?” she asks.
“Uh, let me think.” Bryce hums, thinking of any classics from her decade that have any sequels.
Abby looks down the sidewalk, remembering a few other places that she frequented back when she was alive.
“Nightmare on Elm Street had a bunch of movies. None recently, though. Same with Die Hard. Uh, Karate Kid got some sequels and a TV series. Terminator had a few.” he lists off, no others springing to mind.
“Huh. Shit changes, but kinda stays the same, I guess.” Abby smirks.
“A lot of changes, but yeah. 80’s stuff is coming back into style a bit.” Bryce nods, stepping back onto his bike.
“Like what?” Abby asks, climbing up behind him.
“The music, movies, some of the clothes and stuff. Old electronics are becoming really collectible.” he answers, taking her further down the sidewalk.
“Is that why I don’t get too many weird looks?”
“Huh. Yeah, you’re right.” he laughs.
The couple wandered around the business hub, while Bryce continued to explain things to her, constantly having to clarify what something meant, only for him to have to then clarify the example he gave to explain it in the first place.
“I thought you would have picked up a few things, since you’re always around high schoolers.” Bryce teased.
“Hey, all I can follow is history, okay? I can’t understand half the shit you people say anymore.” she growls.
“You still seem like you should know something about computers and shit, after you fucking broke the one in the computer lab.” he snorts.
“First of all, I took typing in school, so it’s wasn’t hard to message you. Second, I didn’t need to know shit about something to break it. Actually, it made it easier.” Abby fires back.
“Hmm, fair point. Is that why you couldn’t email me or text me to send a message when I was at home?” he asks, pedaling them down to the end of the shopping district.
“I don’t know what either of those things mean, so I guess the answer is yes. ‘Texting’ used to just be tossing a note to someone in class. Wasn’t too complicated.” she answers.
“I’m getting hungry. We’ve been out here for a while, you wanna eat?” he asks, changing the subject.
“Yeah, I could eat. I mean, I don’t actually have to, but I might as well.” she shrugs.
“Oh, yeah. Ghost stuff and all that.”
“Yup.” Abby nods.
Bryce spots a nearby fast food joint, feeling that it would be cheap and quick.
“McDonald’s good?” he double checks.
“Hmm. I am having a Big Mac Attack, now that you mention it.” she grunts, having to just imagine that her stomach was growling, since it wasn’t capable of doing so anymore.
Smirking, he quickly pedals down the block, reaching the fast food chain in a minute. The two climb off his bike, which he wheels up to the golden arched building. He didn’t have anywhere to set it, which was problematic. The lynx, seeing the problem, picks up his bike and tosses it in the bushes, pushing it down deep into the shrub.
“That’s one way to do it.” she sighs, wiping her hands.
The bike was already pretty beat up, so Bryce had no qualms about the rough treatment. He opens the door and holds it open for her, stepping in behind her. Abby sniffs deep at the familiar scent, though it was a bit different. The lynx was oddly excited, getting to enjoy a guilty pleasure. She followed him to the counter to order, jaw dropping when she saw the prices.
“Five bucks for a fucking Big Mac! They used to be only a goddamn buck and change!” Abby huffs, crossing her arms.
“Damn. Now I wish I lived in the 80’s.” Bryce smirked.
The lynx shakes her head and finds a table to sit down at. Luckily, it was damn near deserted, so only one very confused stallion got to hear her outburst. Abby waits for him to come back with their order, looking up as Bryce tossed her a cup. Sighing, she gets back up and walks to the soda fountain. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary there, aside from wondering why Mr. Pibb was now Pibb Xtra. Deciding to find out for herself, she fills up her cup and takes a sip. She scowled at the taste of a fake sweetener in her drink, instead of a regular sugar. If you’re going to drink something unhealthy, why fake it?
She bumps into Bryce as she turned around, holding their tray of food. He sets it down and sits in front of Abby as she dropped to her chair. Bryce passes her the burger, tossing a few french fries into his mouth. She tears open the cardboard lid, inspecting the Big Mac, which at least looked the same to her. Maybe a bit smaller. Bringing it to her muzzle, she sinks her teeth into the burger, chewing the bite of beef, tomato, and pickles.
“Not bad.” she shrugged, finding it a bit more bland than she expected.
“Fast food will be fast food. Filling and a little disappointing.”
“Just like you said. Shit changes, but kinda stays the same.” she nods, taking another wide bite.
In between bites, she consumes some fries. Bryce eats his meal, getting the same order as her, almost wanting to tell her the price, just so he could see her reaction, but decides against it.
“So. What happened to the clown?” she asks, just now realizing the unusual lack of Ronald’s face anywhere inside the building.
“Ah, that. Yeah, they don’t really show him much anymore.”
“Why?” Abby cocks her head.
“A few years back, there was a wave of people dressing up as evil clowns and scaring the shit out of people. Cops arrested a bunch.” Bryce casually answers.
Not hearing a response, he looks up to see Abby scowling at him.
“What?”
“You bullshitting me, now?” she growls.
“No! I swear to God, that’s what happened.” the human insists.
“The fuck is this world coming to.” she shakes her head, finishing her burger.
“That, I can’t answer.” Bryce nods, chomping down on the remainder of the fries.
The two of them chatted for a what seemed like an hour. He almost expected the manager to kick them out for loitering. Abby was very interested in everything she missed, not very pleased with all the news she heard. They talked about movies, celebrities, and music, Abby intently listening to every answer he gave. Sometimes, she was happy about the news, but the vast majority of the news she heard was simply depressing. Stores going bankrupt, her favorite celebrities dead, bands broken up or also dead. The topics shifted to sports, which Bryce didn’t know too much about, so he pulled out his phone to check. He caught the curious gaze she gave to his smartphone. After seeing how much the news had taken its toll on Abby, the lynx now slumped down, head hanging forward with a palpable sadness, Bryce changed the subject.
“Guessing you’ve never seen one of these up close, before?” he asks, holding up his phone.
“No, I haven’t.” Abby perks back up.
“You had cellphones in your time, right?” Bryce double checks.
“Yeah, but they were massive and only yuppies had them. Now, I see everyone with one in their hands.” she nods.
“They got a lot smaller.” he comments, bringing his chair around to sit beside her.
“I never see people talking on them, though.” Abby hums.
“You’d be surprised that people don’t really call much anymore. Everyone texts.” he explains, turning his screen on.
“So, people just use them to message each other?” she sighs.
“That and to play games. Take pictures. That kinda thing.” he slowly nods.
“The one thing that the cellphone was invented to do is now the last thing people use it for?” Abby clarifies.
“Uh, no, err, I mean, yeah. Yeah, that sounds right.” he sighs.
Abby just shakes her head.
“They’re nothing like the ones you saw back in your time though.” Bryce nods, showing her his home screen.
He swipes his finger across it, displaying apps that she obviously didn’t understand.
“Go on the internet, take videos and pictures, watch movies, listen to music.” he lists off.
“Damn.” Abby hums, thinking of all the expensive electronics it would take to do all of that individually.
Bryce swipes his finger again to the next page of apps.
“Oh, shit. This thing’s got Tetris.” Abby’s eyes grow, spotting the name of the app, snatching the phone from his hand.
“That it does.” he laughs.
He taps the game open for her as she awkwardly holds his phone. The screen goes black for a moment, before the splash screen for the game appears.
“It’s a touch screen, so just use your fingers.” he instructs, watching her figuring it out, until the controls popped up on the screen.
Bryce leans back and watches the grinning lynx tapping away, studying the patterns of each block that fell. She failed quickly a few times, before she grew accustomed to the touch screen. The human was pleased just watching her reliving some classic arcade memories, each turn of the game growing longer and longer.
“Didn’t take you for a gamer.” he smirks.
“Gonna assume that means someone that plays video games. I’m not, but I played a lot of Tetris on the school’s IBM and I played it a lot.” she nods, intently playing the game.
Bryce just smiles and leans his head on her shoulder, seeing that her skills didn’t age a bit, once she was fine with using the touch screen. He had to imagine how she was with a keyboard. Abby played another round, deeming this one to be the final one, after she saw that she decimated the human’s high score. Grinning, she laughed as the initial entry screen came up.
“Shit don’t change.” she jokes, tapping in her initials.
“Damn, you are good.” Bryce smiles, smooching her on the cheek.
Abby smirks and passes his phone back to him, not knowing how to turn the game off.
“So, that’s the phone you’re always using to take pictures?” she teases.
Bryce blushed, knowing damn well that she wasn’t talking about anything innocent.
“Yes.” he simply answers.
Abby grins, seeing that his cheeks had flushed.
“I take plenty of photos.” he clears his throat.
Pulling her against his side, he taps open the camera, holding his phone up high into the air. Abby chuckles as she sees her face appear on the screen as Bryce adjusts the angle, until the both of them were center frame.
“Smile.” he grins.
Abby just sticks out her tongue as the sound effect of a camera shutter clicks.
Bryce always hated how early the sun began to set in October. Even worse in winter where it just seemed like months of constant darkness. The sun had already started to set, checking his phone to see that it was 6:30. Man, they killed a lot of time riding around town. After eating, he took her wherever she wanted, seeing how different the town was. He was happy to oblige, but felt a pang of guilt each time she realized that her familiar haunts, no pun intended, had been either demolished or went bankrupt. Bryce suggested to maybe go to a movie. The lynx just shook her head. Seeing the young heartthrobs she grew up with now looking wrinkled and gray would be too much for her to deal with.
“Where now?” Bryce asks, slowly pedaling down the sidewalk.
“I dunno. Is it getting late?” Abby sighed, holding onto him as he drifts through the edge of town.
“It’s almost 7. Not too bad.” he nods, making sure to stay up on the well lit sidewalk rather than the street.
“Could have fooled me.” Abby grunts, looking up at the full moon.
“We don’t have to keep going. I’m fine with going home.” Bryce comments.
“Nah. Not really feeling like playing hide and seek with your parents.” the lynx answers.
Her claws lazily scratch at the underside of her skateboard, picking at the flaking graphics.
“How about the skate park?” she proposes.
“That could be fun. I don’t mind watching. Did you bring your helmet?” he asks.
“Nah. What’s the worst that could happen? I’ve died once, already.” the cat scoffs.
“Good point.”
Bryce takes the next turn, heading back towards the park. Abby takes over pedaling duties here and there to give his legs a rest. The night had grown a tad chilled, which she didn’t mind. Just means she wouldn’t sweat as much. The skate park didn’t take too long to reach as they were already in town. It was still a bit harder to see where he was going, so Abby had to help guide him. As a feline, her eyes were naturally accustomed to the dark. His tires run over dried leaves as they ride, the wind carrying more into their path as they reach the final stretch. The cat waved at a few familiar faces as a handful of skaters left the park.
“The lights aren’t on yet, so be careful.” one of them cautions as he skates past them.
Abby nods in return. The human slows down as the bike hops up onto the concrete footpath. Tall street lamps lit their way with the bright LED bulbs. Avoiding the usual shortcut across the field, not wanting to fall into another hole and wreck, Bryce stays on the sidewalk. Abby stands tall on the pegs, pulling her arm off of his waist as she scratches his back. He leans back into the gentle touch with a smirk. Rounding the bend, the couple arrive at the sizable skate park. The skater was telling the truth and the arena was shrouded in darkness. Bryce climbs off his bike to walk it over to the half-pipe. Abby hops off, board in hand. The human follows her lead, Abby climbing up the thin ladder behind the half-pipe. Once she reaches the top, she holds her hand down to hoist him up to the platform. He stands on shaky legs, thankful that there was a metal railing around the top, so he wouldn’t fall off. Abby drops her board, shifting it forward with her foot. She pushes the tail down onto the lip of the ramp, glancing over to see Bryce sitting down at the edge, letting his legs dangle down.
“Did you skate back in your time or is this some crazy ghost magic?” he smirks.
“I did, but it’s a mix of both. I wasn’t bad at it either. It’s just that now I’m not worried about getting up pretty high, now that I don’t have to worry about bailing and getting hurt real bad.” Abby chuckles.
Setting her other foot up on the board, she shifts her weight forward to send herself sailing down the ramp. Bryce happily watches, the lynx going halfway up the other side, letting herself falling back down. Reaching the other side, she swings herself in a tight turn, doing so back and forth a few times to build up speed. Abby pops up from the end of the half-pipe, only going a foot above the lip, before falling back down. Bryce stays cautious, not entirely convinced that she wouldn’t blow by him as close as possible just to make him jump. The cat rolls back towards him, launching higher into the air. With the added height, she slaps her foot into the side of the deck for a quick kickflip, landing safely back on the wooden ramp. Bryce chuckles, giving a polite clap of his hands. Shooting back up, the lynx squats and grabs her board, swinging herself in a 360. Each time the wheels touch back down, she immediately breaks from her squat to pump her legs up, crouching whenever she rides back up, until the force and her speed build and build.
Bryce’s eyes closing follow the ghost lynx, tensing up as she shoots up at him. Abby snaps high into the air, causing him to jolt backwards as she arches above him, shooting him a grin, before she lands on the other side of the human. The brief fright made him laugh in relief. Abby hurls herself back up, gripping her board as she sinks lower, pressing it tightly up against herself. Now at the far side of where Bryce sat, Abby rides up the ramp in a sweeping motion, quickly slapping her tail across the lip, grinding with a frightful speed, hopping off at the last second to avoid hitting him. Bryce’s expectation were met each time she performed dangerously close to himself, but trusted her enough to not hit him. The next time she threw herself over him, Abby did reach down to smack him on the back of the head with her hand, letting out a snicker as she landed. Up the other side, she pulled the board out from under her feet, stretching her arm to hold out the skateboard beside herself. This time made Bryce wince, until the board was thrown back under her feet to land safely.
“Damn, you just breaking out all the good shit for me?” he smirks.
Abby hops up beside him, hand snapping down to tightly grip the lip of the half-pipe, inverting herself upside down in the air with the board held against her feet.
“I have a lot more strength than I used to, thanks to a certain stud.” she taunts, holding the grab for an unsettling amount of time.
“Jeez, I can tell.” he huffs.
“Ain’t seen shit yet.” she grins, dropping back down.
The skate park grew far darker. Bryce watched her skate for well over an hour, much to his delight. He gazed in disbelief as she performed tricks he had only seen in games and professional videos. As for how much of it was her natural talent and not just some spiritual manipulation, he could only guess. Not once did she seem even close to making a mistake. He could see the wide smile on her muzzle each time she shot into the air, growing higher each time. Without anyone cheering and yelling, she was free to concentrate, pausing whenever she leapt into the air to just appreciate the weightlessness and how free she felt. It was fun while it lasted, but all good things must come to an end.
Abby finally popped back up one last time, snatching her board up to land down on her feet. Panting, she sets her board down and sits down with Bryce.
“That was awesome.” he smiles, reaching up to pet her head.
“Very. Haven’t had fun like that in a long time.” she nods, crossing her ankles.
“Ended up being a pretty fun day.” Bryce sighs, running his hands down his forearms to warm up his skin.
“It wasn’t too bad, was it?” she hums, grinding her heel into the wood.
The two shared a mutual silence, reflecting on the week. Bryce and how he went through hell trying to keep her away, only to end up falling for her in the end. Abby stayed silent, reflecting on far more than just that.
“One last skate session was all I needed.” she slowly nods.
“You seemed to really enjoy yourself.” Bryce hums.
“I did. I really did. I appreciate all you did for me, but I think it’s time I get going now.” the cat sighs.
“Yeah, it is getting late.” Bryce yawns, feeling her hand taking in his own.
He looks over at the lynx, her muzzle scrunching up as her thumb stroked his hand.
“I don’t mean just going home.” Abby shivers.
Bryce swallows and shakes his head.
“What are you talking about?” he winces.
He asked, but Bryce knew exactly what she meant. Abby turned away, grinding her teeth together, her snout sniffling.
“I can’t go back to that school again.” Abby shook her head.
“You don’t have to. You can stay with me. I know we’ll have to dodge my parents or something, but I’m about to graduate and go to college. I’ll have a dorm to myself. Nobody will question it.” he desperately exclaims.
“Bryce. Stop.” Abby frowns, clutching his hand with both of hers.
“We were just starting to get along. Please, Abby.” Bryce begs, his voice cracking.
“I know and I’m sorry, but you have to understand.” Abby sniffles, stroking his palm.
The lynx’s voice catches inside her throat, feeling it ache as she wore a forlorn muzzle. She blinks and sinks her head, squeezing his hand.
“You just can’t imagine what it’s like. You’re walking around like any other day and then blackness. Everything is gone. And then, I just wake up. I woke up in that goddamn school. I saw people, all my coworkers and my students, but they couldn’t see me. I screamed at them, begged them to talk to me. And they couldn’t. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to touch them and my hand went right through them. I ran and tried to leave the school, but the doors wouldn’t budge.” she chokes, breathing harder.
Bryce held her hands tighter as they began to tremble.
“Everyday was like that. It was like waking up from a bad dream, only to come to a nightmare. Days, weeks, and then years and decades. I begged for someone to take me. To kill me again, so I could wake up somewhere else. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t allowed to just move on. I screamed until I lost my voice. The only time anyone noticed me was when I got so angry that I threw a desk. They saw that, but not me.” Abby heaves, fingers weaving with Bryce’s.
He pulls her closer, the cat leaning into him. She sinks her head, Bryce cradles her against his chest, gently stroking her back.
“I don’t know who forced me to stay behind. My anger was all I had left. My strength grew, but I was still too weak to leave. I could only communicate through rage, whenever I was capable. And then, you came along.” she swallows, squeezing against his chest.
He strokes her hair, leaning his face in towards her muzzle.
“I don’t know why you were so special. You were like a totem or beacon. The only one I could manipulate. I watched you everyday, following your every move, but I couldn’t act. Then, Halloween came and I just sunk into you. I’ve never felt that powerful before. Decades of anger and rage that I could finally unleash. I never should have done that to you. You were the first person I could touch and talk to and I just tortured you instead. I’m so sorry, Bryce.” she flutters, finding tears staining her cheeks for the first time that she could remember.
“I forgive you, Abby. It’s okay, please.” Bryce frantically shushes.
“It’s not okay. And I couldn’t let you go. I had to follow you. I had to latch onto you. I needed you. I wanted to punish you for driving me out of your home. All the planning I did to get my revenge and I just ended up falling for you instead.” she pants.
“And I fell for you to. I never wanted to see you again and here we are. I can’t see you go now.” Bryce pleads, hugging her, terrified that she’d fade away in his arms.
“But, that’s just it, Bryce. You made me feel happy for the first time, since I died. I feel like a kid again.” she huffs, wiping her eyes.
“Then why don’t you want to be with me now? Abby, you can stay with me.” Bryce shakes, tears running down his cheeks.
“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you, Bryce. I don’t want to be here. Here. Look at me. I’m a goddamn relic. I don’t know the world that left me behind.” she quivers, breaking away from him to look at him.
“You can catch up. Abby, you can catch up.” Bryce whimpers, clutching her shoulders.
“No, Bryce. I can’t. Since you let me back into your life, I...can’t explain it. It’s like I’m struggling to not just float away. I’ve been fighting it. I still am. I’m done fighting, Bryce.” Abby asserts, the fur one her face streaked with tears.
“Please. Please, Abby.” Bryce trembles, not wanting to let go.
“Do you want me to be happy?” the lynx sighs, rubbing her muzzle slowly against his cheek as his arms fell around her waist.
“Of course, I do.” he painfully nods.
“Then let me go. I’ve been wanting to move on for so many years that I’ve lost count. And now, I finally can. I know it’s hard.” she frowns, pressing her muzzle into his neck.
Bryce couldn’t speak. He held her for as long as she allowed, hugging him back. He couldn’t bear to see her go, but knew that it was the only right thing to do. Keeping her all for himself would only prolong her suffering. As much as it pained him, he finally lowered his arms. Abby brought herself back, leaning in to land a loving, bittersweet kiss on his lips. Bryce pushed into her muzzle, locking eyes with her, the two of them blinking away the painful tears. The lynx had to be the one to break away first.
“I love you, Abby.” Bryce spoke, chest heaving as he fought back anymore tears.
“I love you too, Bryce.” Abby smiles.
Abby leaned down and pulled off her shoes, setting them down beside him. She picked her board back up and sat it down on the lip of the half-pipe.
“I don’t know what’s on the other side. It’s a little scary, but it has to be better than what I’ve been living with.” she sighs, readying herself up on the skateboard.
“Please...I’m going to miss you.” Bryce sniffled, standing back up, unable to stop her.
“I’ll miss you too. Goodbye, Bryce.” Abby nods, giving him one last smile.
Bryce’s throat constricts, his lips tightly curled as she pushed herself forward. She sails down the ramp one last time, closing her eyes as she forced herself forward with a sudden burst of speed. Abby rides up the other side, shooting into the air. Bryce can only watch her body sail up in front of the moon. Her body fades into a blue hue, glowing brighter, until he nearly had to look away. Abby exhaled, her body dissolving into a black mist with a sharp crack, loud enough to make the crows flee their spots on the tree branches around the park. Bryce watched the fog float away, leaving just her board that continued through the air, slamming down on the concrete.
“Abby.” he cried, falling to his knees.
The tears came back hard and fast, pouring down his cheeks. His shoulders bobbed as he chocked down each breath, doubled over as he sobbed. Bryce cried uncontrollably. His fingernails scraped at the wooden platform. He could only pray that she found peace on the other side. Bryce stood back up, knees buckling as he struggled to stand. Sniffling, he picked up her Vans and climbed down the ladder. He ignored his bike. He couldn’t bear to ride back home all by himself. He walked forward, seeing her skateboard down on the ground. Bryce picked it up, seeing the many small engravings she’d etched into the deck with pink chalk. He smiled weakly and fought back another wave of sobs as he walked home.
“Bryce, are you going to sleep all day?” his father yelled through the bedroom door.
“I’m getting up.” Bryce spoke.
It was long passed noon and he had no intention on getting up. Why bother? So he could just go back to bed and wake up on Monday to go to school without her? His eyes stared at his open closet, looking at the skateboard he had propped against the wall, her shoes placed in front of it. You know it was bad when he couldn’t even bring himself to smell them again. Bryce sighed and pulled the covers off his body. If he didn’t get up, his dad would just scold him some more, which wouldn’t make his spirits any better. He barely got any sleep last night. All he could think of was having the freshly showered lynx laying beside him. How he wished he stayed up that night, just so he could lay with her until morning. Bryce found himself looking back on the selfie he took with the lynx. The picture wasn’t how he remembered it as Abby was now that faint, electric blue, hazy, translucent ghost of a woman. He blinked away the tears as he stared at the amused expression on her semi-opaque muzzle, her tongue poking out at the camera. Unable to sleep, he tossed and turned the night prior, deciding to set up the small shrine. He even connected his phone to the computer, printing out the picture of them together on her final night with him, which he printed out. One copy hung on her skateboard, another smaller photo slipped into his wallet.
He set his feet down on the carpet. Bryce walked to his closet, giving an acknowledging nod to the makeshift shrine, while he grabbed a clean shirt. Pulling it over his head, he reached down to grab his jeans. Tightening his belt, he gave the photo of himself and Abby a final nod, before leaving his room. Stepping down in the foyer, he peeked into the kitchen to see that the door to the garage was wide open. Frowning, he walked inside, seeing his father in the middle of moving boxes out into the driveway.
“Your mother’s idea. Not mine. Want to give me a hand?” the dad huffs, rubbing the small of his back as he dropped a bin of Christmas decorations to the ground.
Bryce frowned. Well, maybe some manual labor would help take his mind off of things. May as well force himself back into the swing of things as if nothing had happened. The father already had a few teetering stacks of boxes behind him. Bryce didn’t know where to begin, so he just went to work on the pile his dad was pulling from. Heavy storage bins, some with duct tape slapped on the side, the vague contents hastily scrawled in black permanent marker. As Bryce hoisted it up, he heard the contents shift inside, sounding like glassware.
“Careful with that one. If you break your grandmother’s fine China, she’ll kill the both of us.” the dad cautions, taking the box from his son.
Bryce grabs the end of a broken Foosball table, half of the rods snapped off, making him question why they even owned it.
“Uh, you can take that one down to the curb.” his father nods.
Grunting, the human drags it down the driveway. The wooden legs chip away at the pavement, leaving a trail of dust and sawdust behind. Throwing it down on the lawn, Bryce walks back.
“Why do we even have this thing?” the dad sighs, pushing a box to the side as he looked at the weight lifting bench.
“No idea.” Bryce shrugs, exhaling as he stared at the equipment.
“I think I might just put it up for sale. May well get some money for it.” he hums.
“Wait. Uh, I think I’ll start using it.” Bryce chirps up.
“Really?” the father chuckles, giving his son a questioning look.
“Yeah. The exercise could help.” Bryce nods, refusing to let himself part ways with the memento.
He walks up to it, staring fondly at the prints left in the dust that collected on the bench. The indents left of Abby’s knees and a dent left by his own rear. The only time it was ever used and it was one of his most fond memories now. His father pulled out a rolled up tent, while Bryce struggled to think of a single time they ever went camping.
“Hey, is that yours?” the dad asks.
Bryce follows his fingers, eyes widening as they lower to a backpack. A big button was pinned on the canvas, the yellow smiley face beaming at Bryce. Metal studs were sewn around the top of the bag, handmade patches of band logos randomly stitched into the surface. All that was missing was a skateboard thrust inside.
“Oh, uh, yeah. It’s a friend’s.” he hastily nods, snatching up the bag.
“Better make sure they get it back.” the dad comments.
Bryce hardly noticed as he ran back into the house. He climbs the stairs, hurrying into his bedroom. Sitting on his bed, he moves the backpack to his lap. Sighing, he slowly smiles as he runs his fingers over the brown canvas. There was little weight to it. Seems Abby only bothered to fill it with books at school, just so she could blend in with the others. Bryce unzips it, pulling the opening wide to look inside. As he suspected, no textbooks inside, but he did find something of value.
He pulled out her Walkman, the cord from her headphones tightly wound around the compact cassette player. Bryce could see a tape still fitted inside. He never did get to find out what she was listening to this entire time, so he was curious. He half expected it to just be blank or white noise, but Abby was always full of surprises. Lifting the thin headphones to his ears, he pressed play. Bryce was caught off guard by the slow strumming of an acoustic guitar as the tape began in the middle of a song. His ears tensed to the timbre of Bob Dylan’s raw, gravely vocals as he sang.
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Knock-knock-knockin’ on Heaven’s door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on Heaven’s door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on Heaven’s door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on Heaven’s door
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The poignant, wistful chorus was repeated, which caught Bryce off guard.
“Goddamn it.” he shakily exhaled, running his hand over his head as he took a deep breath.
Why wouldn’t the cassette be queued up to such a suitable ballad? He thought he cried all he could the night before, but here he was. Bryce blinked away the tears, shutting his eyes as he listened. Thankfully, only a minute remained on the tape, which promptly snapped as it reached the end. Bryce ejected the tape, sucking air through his nostrils as he decided to listen to the rest. He studied the cassette in his hand. A black plastic shell, a fake silvery finish on the label. Maxell C90. “Abby’s Mixtape”, was written in pink marker. Bryce smiled at the familiar color. Sniffling, he flipped the tape over to Side A and slid it back into the Walkman. He clicked play and took a breath. The opening was just silence, hearing the mechanism inside the player quietly creaking with age. He listened to the static riddled silence.
“Bryce?”
The human snapped his eyes open, throwing his head across the room.
“I hope it’s you listening to this.” Abby states on the tape.
Bryce looks down and clutches the cassette player in his hand, tears clinging to his eyelashes.
“I know that you’re probably still upset, but I just want you to know that I’m in a much happier place. So, quit crying like a little bitch, cause I know you still are.”
Bryce coughed, chuckling as he wiped his palm over his eyes. Yeah, that was bringing back some memories, all right.
“If it’s any conciliation, just know that it hurt me too to leave you behind. You have a full life ahead of you, Bryce. Don’t waste it away. Look at me. You never know when it can all be taken away from you. Live it the way you want to. Hell, maybe try taking up skateboarding. I’m sure you still have mine. Make sure to keep those idiot friends on yours in line too.”
Bryce swallows, listening to her breath as she struggled to find the proper words.
“I’m gone now, but I still love you Bryce and that will never change. I already said goodbye to you once and I’m not going to do it again. But, if you ever want to find me, you just need to know where to look. Next time you’re looking for a place to ride your bike, why don’t you try Buffalora Cemetery? You’ll find me at Lot 1809. I’ll be seeing you, Bryce.”
Abby’s voice faded away as the glam, rock anthem Fantasy by Aldo Nova kicked off, filling his head with the opening guitar riff and the blast of synthesizers. Bryce throws off the headphones and leaps to his desk. He grabs a sheet of paper from the drawer and jots down the lot number, before turning on his computer, fingers clacking away at the keys. He punches in the cemetery, finding the address. Swallowing, he throws the address into his phone’s GPS and grabs his bag.
“Where are you going?” his mother asks as she sees her son running down the stairs.
“I gotta get my bike from Aaron!” he lies, running out the door.
The detour to the skate park took far longer without a car, but he was thankful to see that his bike was untouched. Now somewhat mobile, the trip to the cemetery would be far quicker. He shoves an earbud into an ear, listening to the directions from his phone, turning down multiple blocks, until he saw the cemetery on the horizon. Trembling with anticipation, he pedals faster. Not wanting to be disrespectful, he jumps off at the gate, leaving his bike leaned against the brick wall that enclosed the graveyard. With the note he wrote in hand, he walks through the rows of headstones. Despite being a place dedicated to hosting dead people, the environment was oddly peaceful. Far from off-putting. The groundskeeper did a fabulous job keeping the grass neatly trimmed, not a weed in sight.
Spying a marker for 1800, he grew more eager. He scanned each headstone, throwing his head between the two rows, until he spots one in front of a thick oak tree.
“1809.” he tells himself, standing in front the grave.
The headstone was caked with dirt, vines crawling up the sides. Crabgrass and weeds poked up from the back, dandelions so long that they curled under their own weight. Moss covered the inscriptions on the marble, a mushroom even sprouted on the top. Bryce growled to himself at the sight of the grave. The groundskeeper was hired to keep the cemetery in neat order, but the graves themselves were the responsibility of the families. He never asked her about hers, but had to assume now that they must not live around here.
Bryce dropped to his knees, clawing at the moss from the headstone, peeling it back, until he could read a name.
Abigail Holt.
The rest was still buried under debris. Feeling an anger welling up inside of his chest, Bryce jogs back to his bike and pedals off.
He ignored the mental scolding his mother was giving him as the knees of his jeans became stained with grass and dirt. Bryce paused to pull at his shirt to wick away the beads of sweat that began to slide down his back. After wiping his brow with the back of his hand, he went back to work. The nylon bristles weren’t strong enough to quickly remove the moss, but he didn’t want to use anything harsher and risk scratching the headstone. Bryce asked around the hardware store and got some solid advice from the cashier. The human ground away with the brush, pausing only to spray a fine layer of the chlorine cleaner across the filth caked marble. He worked hard and as carefully as he could manage. No one had bothered him, as the sight of someone cleaning a grave wasn’t terribly unusual.
Bryce regretted not getting gloves as his palms were rubbed raw with each weed he tore from the ground. The pain wouldn’t get to him. The pastoral cemetery was only broken up by his deep pants and the bristles scrubbing away. He couldn’t focus much on the inscriptions, until he had finished cleaning. Bryce sat down the brush and cleaner, leaning forward. The marble now shined in the sun, polished and free from even a speck of soil. Now, the inscription was free for his eyes to read.
Taken From us Unexpectedly, Loved Eternally
Abigail Holt
November 5th, 1953 – September 3rd, 1984
Bryce choked up again. He leans in, wrapping his arms around the headstone.
“Yes, you are.”
He shifts forward in his seat as the bus lurched to a stop. Bryce winced as his nose collides with the seat in front of him. After the weekend he had, he was in little mood to bike to school. He rubs his nose and stands up, growling as the others bumped into him from behind. What was with the rush? You assholes really eager to get to class? Bryce huffs and steps off the bus, tugging the jacket’s zipper back down once he was inside.
Bryce sighs, thankful to be back inside. The morning was not a very favorable one. A fine mist of rain showered down outside. The type of weather where Bryce would have taken the bus anyway. His ears were filled by the loud noises of everyone’s wet shoes squeaking over the floor.
“Wipe your damn feet, assholes.” Bryce grumbles to himself.
He walks down the hallway, avoiding the cafeteria with the little appetite he had. Again, he got little sleep, though a bit more than Saturday night. There was a brief rejuvenation after he cleaned her grave, which he had full intentions of visiting when he was able. He sat and talked to her on Sunday. Bryce didn’t know if she could hear him, but it didn’t matter. Just getting to talk gave him peace, regardless as to if he may have been chatting with himself.
“Morning.” the hyena yawns, emerging from the bathroom to join Bryce.
“What’s so good about it?” Bryce sighs, walking to his locker.
“I didn’t say it was good. I just said, ‘morning’, dude.” Aaron points out, dropping his backpack on the ground.
The group of friends had adjacent lockers, which was convenient, aside from the pranking wars that developed from time to time. He swirled the combination lock, popping his locker open. Bryce unzipped his bag, tossing some textbooks into the locker. The hyena did the same, taking a library book that was near overdue from his locker.
“Morning.” Carter hums, arriving to step between the two of them.
“Bryce isn’t a morning person.” the hyena smirks, shutting his locker.
“Who is?” Carter shrugs, leaning against the wall.
Their dull chatter was just an empty haze in the human’s ears. He kept expecting to see that gray lynx walking around the corner any second now. Bryce nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a lynx, frowning as she was just another classmate of his. He frowned and picked his bag back up.
“What’s up, fuckers?” the sheep grinned, jogging down the hallway.
“Michael? You’re suspension already up?” Carter laughs, high fiving the beaming sheep.
“Turns out they couldn’t prove shit. They talked to the girl again and she said she saw a goat, not a sheep. Who the hell makes a mistake like that?” Michael snickers.
“Damn, so your parents didn’t punish you too badly then?” the hyena asks, fist bumping his friend.
“They had to apologize to me. I told them I didn’t do anything wrong!” Michael happily sighs.
“Wonder who stole all the clothes then?” Carter questions.
“It was probably Bryce. Can’t get a girl, so he has to steal panties. Isn’t that right, Bryce?” Michael taunts, leaning against the row of lockers.
Bryce looks over his shoulders, glaring at the smug sheep. Michael just snickered.
“God, is anyone else cold?” Aaron pipes up, zipping his hoodie up.
“It’s like eighty degrees in here, you pussy.” the sheep scoffs.
The door to Michael’s locker bursts open, the metal ringing as it slammed into his muzzle. Michael drops flat on his back, the four of them exchanging looks of shock.
“Damn! Which one of you pulled that one off? That’s a new one!” the hyena cackles, while Michael rolls around on the ground, cupping his bleeding snout.
Bryce stays rooted to the floor as a low, rumbling chuckle creeps through the hallway, distinct enough to be heard over the laughter at the sheep’s expense.
“Did you hear that?” Aaron asks, shivering.
“I didn’t hear anything.” Bryce smiles.