Paradise City

--Author's Note--
Hello loyal...reader(s). I do hope you've enjoyed the previously long, wordy, but necessary chapter. I've decided to explain myself just a little more before going on to dark humor and titties, if you are willing to bear with me.

First of all, this story with be Furry-heavy, although not to crazy degrees. No knots, tying, or anything weird like that. Also, most of the "angst" in this story will be comical, as its more of a black comedy than anything else. Keep that in mind, if I'm gonna make a grand statement or story, I'll write a novel. This is just for fun, mine and yours.

This chapter will introduce the first set of characters and the first setting most of these things will be taking place in. It will also introduce Gareg's OTHER sexual taste. Because, quite frankly, we love him.

Sex may be light in this chapter, but it will be there. Let it be known that there will be more dialogue and plot then sex, unlike my Suikoden fanfic.

FYI: Gareg is pronounced "Gar-eh-Ga". Just sound it out. Not Greg. At all. ^_^


Enjoy. Read and review, and give me suggestions for what kind of sex types you'd like to see.

---End Author's Note---

Tonight's the Night We'll Make History...
As sure as dogs can fly...
And I'll take any risk...
To tie back the hands of time...

So take your seats.
And don't be late.
We need your spirits high.
To turn on these theater lights.
And brighten the darkest skies.

Here at the Paradiiiiiiiiiiise!

In the land of Paradise, the rich and poor don't matter. Money is not important, only the pleasure it brings. What if this place skipped the work and moved on to the play? Or, better yet, mixed them together?

Being born in this place means many things. First, life is going to be weird. Very, very weird. Generally speaking, however, nothing has "changed" in Paradise for some time. Lots of people liked things that way. They made sure that the new generation wouldn't want change, they wanted to keep the status quo.

Unfortunately, the status quo is about to change.

This tale begins on the sound stage of Darkridge high school, in the midst of jazz and soul, song and dance, life and death. Darkridge offered nothing special, outside of the usual tall tales, and the student body was, for the most part, bored.

Six friends sat in the large, flat courtyard where "recess" was held, during lunch period. The brown, dry grass was in dire need of watering, but it was more comfortable to sit upon than the broken, rusty steel benches strewn about the area. The six friends, accustomed to the conditions of this school, showed not discomfort as they chatted idly.

Three men, three women. A nearly perfect match, most would say. Having been friends since freshman year, they were now proudly juniors, and well-used to each other's company. The "leader" of the bunch was a young man named Daryl. An every-man of sorts, well-known and well-liked by everyone who was everyone, the "safe" man who your mother would want you to date. Unless your mother was a porn star, because then she'd say you could do better.

This was the case of Daryl's long-time girlfriend, Carol. A plain-enough name for a plain-enough girl. She, like Daryl, wore plain, preppy clothes. A simple long dress, a plain colored blouse (favoring gray, white and blue, never black.), and a signature hair-band keeping her sleek, shiny brown hair in place. Her family was more outrageous then she: her father was a prostitute, her mother a porn star, and her brother was, last she'd checked, running for mayor.

Next to Daryl and Carol sat Ezel. Ezel was...odd. Not odd in the "Ha-ha, he's eccentric" way, but in the "I think he's going to kill us all in our sleep" kind of way. A pale albino, he wore nothing but heavy, concealing clothing, a thick brown leather duster, a wide-brimmed hat out of some vampire movie that sent dark shadows over his face, and combat boots. His skin was as pale as a ghost, his eyes a deep, dark crimson. He had no shortage of things to say, but most of what left his mouth made little sense. He was a deeply fascinating subject to many people at the school, teachers and students alike.

One such admirer watched him coyly, like a cat watching a plump mouse. Her name was Izria, and she was affectionately called the "school bicycle"--everyone had had a ride. Except for, of course, freshmen, Daryl and Ezel. Daryl because he'd consider it immoral and he wasn't her type, Ezel because he kept saying no. That alone infuriated her. She was incredibly attractive, favoring short school-girl skirts that, if she stretched in the right direction, would show off her panties...or lack of which, in some cases. She was very proud of her body, her C-cup breasts and thick, pouty lips, and decided that "if ya got it, flaunt it." Nobody could resist her charms. Nobody but Ezel, that is.

He'd claimed she would be too easy, when pressed for an excuse. She'd left it at that, but was determined to seduce him one day, and thus never let him out of her sight. This was the total opposite of number five of the group: Yolie.

Yolie was shy, reserved, quiet and meek. A confessed virgin who had forsaken sex or boyfriends until marriage (an act, Izria constantly reminded her, that was paradoxical.) Yolie was Asian, short, very cute, with small, but perky breasts, a nicely curved ass, and was terrified of most everything. Spiders, rats, the dark, the sun, people, both real and imaginary, trucks, airplanes, buses, boats, salesmen, selling things, plaid clothes, checkered clothes, snakes on planes, and moths, to name a few. Only two things in this world gave her comfort: cats, and a certain cat-man.

The cat-man, or more specifically, leopard-man, in question was Urick, lucky number six. The only non-human of the group he had tanned, yellow fur decorated with dark spots everywhere. He was very similar to Yolie in his avoidance of people, although his reasons were vastly different. He was actually very warm and friendly, or at least had been, but two facts kept most inhabitants of the school away from him. One was, obviously, he was non-human. The second was that he was gay.

This came of great relief to the terrified Yolie, who had expressed a phobia of aroused men, and always stayed away from Daryl and Carol. While the pair was as chaste as couples could be, the sexual tension between them was enough to send Yolie hiding under any close-by bench. She tried to stay close to Ezel, but realized she was afraid of two new things: trenchcoats, and slightly homicidal men. Through Ezel, however, she met Urick, whom she latched onto like a leech to an open wound. He was absolutely harmless to her, and he didn't mind because it gave him someone to talk to.

At the current moment, the six friends were talking about Urick's love life...or rather, lack thereof. The leopard looked away in embarrassment as Izria ripped into him.

"Listen here, kitty boy, you need to get yourself laid, ASAP. You are more high-strung then Yolie nowadays, and I simply can't deal with two crazy neurotics at once. One of you has to mellow out, and quite frankly"-She jabbed her thumb in Yolie's direction, causing the Asian to squeak in fright,-"It would take an act of fuckin' god to fix that girl. So, we fix you. Come now, there has to be one gay guy in this school willing to schtuck you."

He glared angrily at her, roaring.

"Shut up, Slutty O'Looselegs. It just so happens that there isn't, and nobody here is my type, so drop it. Shouldn't your mouth be occupied doing something more useful then talking?"

She didn't rise to the remark, mostly because it was true and she was pretty proud of it. She just raised another cigarette to her full, red lips, and let Ezel light it. The one thing she and the albino had in common was that they smoked. Ezel leaned back to his sitting position, lighting up his own cigarette before speaking.

"Ask not the meek to mate, as most melodically many may merely mutter muted misgivings. It is clear that Urick is not only submissive, but also shy. To ask him to give into his desires would require an effort of bravery he simply does not possess."

His soft, haunting reply seemed to rid Urick of any wisecracks, and he just glumly stared at the grass. Daryl tried to play the nice guy role.

"Come on Urick, there's absolutely no reason for you to rush into sex. I mean, Carol and I are saving ourselves for marriage, right Car?"

She looked back at him, distracted.

"Hm? Oh, oh yeah. We have no intention of succumbing to our desires until we our ready and married. So cheer up!"

He grumbled, not meeting their glance.

"At least you get blowjobs. I haven't had anyone besides myself give any positive attention there, ever. Its tiresome y'know."

Izria groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"God, you are such an emo bitch sometimes. I mean, have you ever even tried asking a guy out?"

"Of course I did! It just so happens that they turned me down."

"They?"

Everyone seemed to lean in a little closer, an unheard story was a welcome addition. Urick backed away slightly at the new attention. Izria grinned, asking coyly.

"Do tell."

Urick sighed, mumbling something. Ezel sighed.

"We won't hear your dialogue if you only tell the grass."

Urick glared at him, then spoke normally, albeit slowly.

"Well...um...It was a month ago, when I finally had found out for sure that that blonde kid in chemistry was gay, right? Well, anyway, I finally brought up my couraged and asked him out. He turned me down because he say 'Leopards can't compare to lions.' He's boning that football Non, forget his name. I found that out because I asked him next. Then I asked the crossdresser, who said he doesn't fuck outside his species, then I asked the weird artist guy, who would only date me if I could star in his new art piece."

Izria blinked.

"That doesn't sound like such an unreasonable request."

"He wanted to paint me pink, attach spark plugs to my nipples and roll me down a concrete hill. Apparantly, he was protesting the violence against merpeople."

The whole group, sans Yolie, burst into raucous laughter, Izria doubling over with loud snorts, Ezel chuckling his strange, wheezy laugh. Yolie patted Urick on his clawed hand comfortingly.

"It's ok, Urick. I'm afraid of pink paint, so I can understand why you wouldn't want to do that sort of thing."

He gave her a confused look, and almost said something when the bell rang. The group groaned in unison, rising laberously from where they sat.

"Time to go inside. Whoo. More exciting school."

"Don't be so grouchy, Darling Darly (Her pet name for him), we get to be together all class.

"Two more periods until literature. How damn dull duel Drawing desires to be. Two hours of the worst class of the school."

Izria giggled, skipping ahead and turning around, winking roguishly at her companions.

"Ah, but so much fun for me, Yolie and I get to go to gym. Two hours of sweaty jocks playing basketball in shorts! Hee hee! Seeya, suckers."

"I...I'm afraid of sweat..."
The group marched into the main school building, the end of another recess, of another day. Day after day, things stagnated in Paradise. Nothing deep was happening, no cause to alarm or act. Not even the devil seemed to care for the sins of this place.

That would change, after hours...

* * *

Urick's family was, surprisingly, well-off, especially for a family of Nons. They lived in a small, but comfortable house located less then a mile from the school. It was pretty far away from Silk City's playhouses and clubs, and in the "safe" section, where nothing dangerous happened.

At the current moment, the smell of warm baking breads and the sizzling of meat rose from the open kitchen windows, giving Urick to smile wide as he walked towards home. His mom was cooking something extra good tonight, which would ease the tension of having no life outside of school.

He slid into the house, dropping his backpack down near the door and taking off his vest, leaving him in his baggy cargo pants and a yellow T-shirt. He pushed aside the small flap that led to the kitchen and walked in.

"Well, mom, something sure smells...good...um...who is this?"

His mother stood in the kitchen, wearing a pink frilly apron and a loosely thrown on green dress. She looked breathy, and when she spoke to introduce the man sitting at the kitchen table, her voice was breathless.

"Well, um, honey, since your father is off on business, I needed to ask this kind gentlemen to help me out. In return, he'll be staying for dinner. Um, forgive the rudeness, what was your name again?"

The wolf-man at the table looked up distractedly, his eyes falling on on Urick. A sly grin fell over his features as a piercing yellow stare met Urick's soft, brown eyes. He didn't stand, simply stared, up and down.

"My name is Gareg, professional...well, I'll tell you later."

He grinned at Urick's mother, who looked away shyly and began serving dinner: beef strip sandwiches, with fresh steak tips inbetween freshly backed bread. Gareg ate as if he hadn't in days, wolfing down two portions eagerly. Urick tried to make small talk to the new stranger. First question.

"Aren't you cold, only wearing your jeans like that?"

Gareg smirked, chuckling as he took downed the last of the wine Urick's Mom had poured.

"Your mom had me doing some very tough work. I was too hot to wear a shirt, so I took it off. Why, does it bother you?"

Urick shook his head. It didn't bother him at all...quite the opposite. The rippling, muscular chest, finely defined by the streaks of sweat was incredibly arousing. He blushed, returning to eating his food. Urick's mom made small talk about the weather, which then prompted Urick's next question.

"Um, Mr. Gareg"-

"Just Gareg. I got by a lot of titles, never Mr."

"Right, well, um, I've never seen you around, where do you live?"

Urick's Mom dropped her fork suddenly, swallowing suddenly.

"Ah, um, well, Urick, sweetie, Gareg is actually a bit of a wild rover. He doesn't have a place to stay, so I was going to let him spend the night here."

Urick swallowed nervously, gasping as he choked on a piece of meat, dislodging it thanks to a slap on the back from Gareg. Urick shook his head, blushing furiously.

"He's what? Um...that's good! I mean, I guess its good."

Gareg chuckled, lighting up a cigarette.

"I couldn't refuse such...hospitality. If you don't want me to stay though..."

Both Urick and his mother shouted at the same time.

"No!"

They exchanged surprised glances, at each other, then back at Gareg. Urick's Mom stood, clearing the plates in a hurry.

"Urick, go do your homework in your room."

"But I can help with the"-

"No no, Gareg can help me, just stay in your room and do your homework, understood?"

"Y...yeah..."

He sighed, daring to give a longing look at the incredibly attractive wolf sitting in his kitchen. One yellow eye was staring at his mother, who had bent over to open a cabinet...and one yellow eye had fallen on Urick. Gareg winked, then stood, moving close to Urick's Mom.

As Urick walked into his room and was closing his door, he heard Gareg's low, sensual voice. "Let me...help you..."

The door closed with a click, and Urick reluctantly got to work. Algebra problems and an essay. Ungodly boring and time consuming. Soon he was engrossed by his work, hours and minutes zooming by. His hands were sore by the time he put down his pen, allowing himself to lean back in his desk, resting his sore digits. It was already after 10 PM. He undressed slowly, stopping to admire himself in his underwear in his mirror.

His body wasn't well built, but kind of thin and spindly. He was very feminine in appearance, actually. From a distance one would even mistake him for a girl, a young version of his mother. Except, of course, for one difference. He slid down his underwear, and pulled on his loose-fitting PJs. A pair of lounge pants and a soft cotton shirt made up the outfit, easy to get in...and out of.

He went out of his room, tip-toeing down the dark hallway to the bathroom to wash up. He brushed his teeth, did his business, and padded back to his bedroom, his black socks softening his footfalls. He yawned, closing his eyes and opened his door in one motion, moving towards his desk and opening his eyes blearily, staring down at his homework.

Screw it, he'd put it away tomorrow...

"Nice room you got here. Your bed is a bit small, but I can work with it."

Urick whirled around in surprise to see a man lying in his bed. More specifically, a rather familiar wolf-man, lounging in a rather seductive pose, his jeans undone, but one. Urick sputtered out a whisper.

"G-G-Gareg!"

Gareg cracked his neck, standing slowly. "Yup. But, as I promised, let me introduce myself."

He bowed, his yellow eyes staring deep into Urick's.

"I am Gareg. Professional Demon of Desire. How about I help you with your desires?"

Urick's eyes nearly popped out of his head as Gareg moved towards him, the tight jeans sliding down his muscular legs, the ten inch cock underneath semi-erect. Gareg stepped from his pants, moving up close to Urick, his breath hot and musky on the young leopard's neck.

"Because I sure am..."

His clawed fingers toyed with Urick's chest, sliding up his shirt to stroke his smooth chest, running through his fur. Urick let out a soft moan, clasping his hands over his mouth suddenly.

"My mom!"

Gareg cooed into his ear, inbetween sticking his tongue into it.

"Relax, kid, she's deep asleep. That, I made sure of."

"Made su...rrrrm....ah...ahh..."

Those skilled fingers! Gareg's claws worked up his chest, the other hand ridding him of his pajama top, allowing the wolf to lean in close, softly kissing at the Urick's nipples, his tongue teasing the hardened nubs. Urick fell back against his desk, shuddering as waves of pleasure, unfelt, wracked his body. Gareg sure as hell knew what he was doing, his fingers pinching the other nipple, the other hand sliding down to cup Urick's rump, squeezing it hard.

Urick gasped, suddenly pushing Gareg away.

"W...wait...I...don't think we should...you're much older then me."

"So? You can handle getting laid, methinks. I'm no pedophile. I come, pardon the pun, where I'm needed."

Gareg licked his lips, pointing.

"I think part of you agrees with me."

Urick blushed, staring down at the large bulge pushing against his pajama pants. He reached to cover it up, but stopped, realizing that Gareg was unashamedly naked right before him, his huge cock growing harder and harder by the second. Covering up would be stupid in this case. Plus, he felt...lightheaded. Giddy. Something seemed to cause him to let go of his inhibitions.

He slinked towards Gareg, in a very feminine fashion, turning around slowly, his tail curling around the wolf's waist, his ass pressing against his crotch.

"So...you're saying we can make as much noise as we want, eh, big boy? Well...I'm in the mood to make some noise."

Gareg's smirk grew wider.

"I thought you'd be."

The wolf's ten inch length was at full size, its hard shaft pressing against the smooth rump of Urick, who shivered as he felt Gareg rubbing his cock against him. He didn't resist as Gareg kissed at the leopard's neck, his tongue sliding down his bare shoulder, up his neck again, and into his ear. Gareg's hands clasped the hem of Urick's pants, sliding them down just enough.

He sat down on Urick's bed, letting Urick climb onto his lap, rubbing his rump against the ramrod straight manhood, kissing the wolf hungrily on the lips, their tongues joining together in a wild dance of passion. His hands, inexperienced but willing, explored the immaculate body before him, sliding down the rugged, muscular chest, his lips following, kissing lower and lower, sliding off of Gareg's body in order to reach his huge cock, licking shyly at the tip.

Gareg murred softly, his smile growing.

"Go on...you wanna taste it..."

Urick needed no second bidding, his body small in comparison to the large creature before him, and he licked up and down the shaft easily, his tongue able to nimbly explores hard-to reach places. Gareg's murrs soon turned to loud moans as Urick licked up and down, his scratchy, rough tongue sending sizzles of pleasure through Gareg.

The wolf decided to release early, to give Urick a taste. He shuddered and cried out once, a thick stream of cum spurting up and out of the huge cock, bubbling over the tip and sliding down. Urick lapped it all up as fast as he could, fascinated by the unique taste, so much different from his own. It was sweet, spicy, tantalizing. He wanted, no needed more. He sucked on the top of the cock, trying to milk more out of it.

Gareg remained hard, his hands grabbing Urick and slowly pulling him back into his mouth, kissing him hotly, his tongue licking the remains of his cum out of his young lover's mouth, and for a long while they kissed, tasting each other in wanton lust. Then, Gareg broke off.

"You ready for the final fun?"

Urick looked down nervously at the huge shaft.

"Ah...its huge..."

"Well, hopefully you didn't lick too much of the natural lube off."

He smirked as Urick slowly lowered himself onto the cock, his hesitation fading away, his mind consumed with desire to experience that which he'd only dreamed. He felt the shaft filling him, he cried out in pain, but kept going, taking in five thick inches.

His pain soon faded, replaced by a warm, building pleasure, and Gareg's hips bucked, pushing more of his cock inside him. Urick rode Gareg easily, his eyes half closed, his breath hot and ragged, his face against Gareg's chest, tongue weakly licking at the glistening, sweaty chest, his own six inch cock thrashing and throbbing, his body quivering as he felt his first true climax approaching.

He kept going though, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he sped up his motions, grinding himself now, the full entirety of the cock inside him. He screamed out now, not caring, his lust-filled voice turning him on even more.

"Oh yes...yes...yes...FUCK! Gareg! Gareg! I'm cumming!"

He cried out, his cock thrashing and letting out a hot, sticky stream of cum all over Gareg's abs, the hot, sticky cream coating his muscles. Gareg let out a loud snarl, his cock exploding into orgasm, filling Urick's asshole to the brim with his seed.

Urick cried out, sliding off of Gareg's manhood, resting his head against his new lover's chest, panting hard. He looked up at Gareg, gratitude in his shining brown eyes. Gareg's smirk didn't waver, and he said only one thing.

"You got me dirty."

Urick chuckled, licking his lips.

"Then, I should clean you off..."

He moved his head down, lapping up his own seed from Gareg's chest, enjoying his taste, though not as much as he had Gareg's. They rested for five minutes, before Gareg then suddenly took him again.

And again.

Two hours later, Urick was barely awake, only capable of hearing Gareg dressing and speaking.

"Sorry kid, I'd stay longer...but I'm really not the stay around type. I think you'll be fine...got a good story to tell your friends, eh? Tell your mom I had to leave last night, I got called away...I dunno, you're good at excuses."

He kissed Urick softly on the forehead and was gone, the door softly clicking behind him.

He grabbed his trench coat from the kitchen, wrapping it around him to protect against the cold, lighting a cigarette and walking out of the cozy house, stopping near an alleyway to smoke. A scuffle indicated that he wasn't alone, and Gareg let out a long breath.

"Ah, its you."

"Did you sleep with him?"

"Not sleep, but he's as you wanted."

"Good. I think he'll be a little better off now. How much do I owe you?"

"Free this time. I havn't had a blowjob that good in awhile. Then again, I havn't been in Paradise in years. I should thank you."

"Don't bother. Your goals and I are the same. This town will change."

"And I'll be there. Fucking change."

Another scuffle, and he was alone. He grinned, tossing the burnt remains of the cigarette away, fading down the steamy street, vanishing into Silk City.

He'd stop by the highschool later on. After all, he's found a brand new fetish...

---Author's Note---

Wow! An all-nighter, but its written. My hands hurt. *sniffle*

At anyrate, hope you enjoy. The sex is a little short, but i did warn you, and for my first time writing yaoi, I'm rather proud of it. One of my better ones, if ya ask me.

Read and Review! Sorry about the awkward beginning, and the somewhat sudden ending, but I hope the characters are interesting. PLEASE give me feedback on the six kids and Gareg. For the next few chapters, they'll be important!

Good night, folks.