~By The Doors~
~People are strange
When you're a stranger.
Faces look ugly
When you're alone.~
Strange. Just another sophisticated cat-call for the "rich" to whisper among snickers under their breath as I pass by. Hah, why didn't they just shout "Hey, you fucking queer, I hate you because you're prettier than me!"?
Well that hardly mattered, it's not like those are the kind of people I mix with by choice. Or rather, recreation. No wait, that's still wrong. I don't spend time with them for their social abilities or breeding. I sleep with them for their money.
Oh heavens, no! I'm not ashamed at all!
For instance, see THAT woman right over there pointing at me to her girlfriend from under her thick fur coat? Her husband was banging ME for three hours last night while she was out shopping. I know it was her husband because their wedding picture was right there by the bed. She's aged a little, had that age sewn and tucked back up, covered it with expensive looks and make-up.
I'm laughing and she seems offended that I, a common street trick, could find any humor in life without money. Actually, I still have money taken from her account in my pocket dripping with cum. It seems I had to leave in a bit of a hurry when she came home early. The second story jump wasn't that bad. Can you say dysfunctional household?
Cause I can. Hell, I was from THE dysfunctional household of the decade! So bad I can't even remember it, or at least that's what I keep telling myself. It only got better when I hit the streets though, joined a band of thieves. They don't care how I live, or what I do at night to bring in money. Sure, I steal with them and sleep under their roof, but it's none still none of their business.
The only thing I regret is being alone. No matter how many beds I warm a night though, there is still something seriously missing. I go home to the crappy alleyway apartment where the roof leaks and I pay my bills with my mouth, and my single bunk is much to big. Even in the summer, when the sun beats off the uninsulated roof all day, making it an oven while I sleep, the sheets are still too cold for my taste.
I look for something I could maybe bring home for awhile, but nothing catches my eye. They all seem more miserable than I am, and with a large city full of frowns, it gets a little old after awhile.
~Women seem wicked,
When you're unwanted.
The streets are uneven
When you're down.~
God, one thing I REALLY miss is a mother figure in my life. It was raining the other day, and even though it's not the city of perpetual rain, it always does anyhow in Treno; and I tripped. I skinned my knee up really badly and still had to limp to the damned airship to catch a ride back to Lindblum. I had to pick the gravel out MYSELF. I know how to take care of myself; really, it's just a depressing thing to have to do. It's not having someone to hold your hand when they give the huge vaccine shot into your thigh.
Baku is almost what one could call a father to me, almost. Not quite, though, only if it involves him directly will he go out of the way for me. Sure, he puts up the camaraderie mask with his weird handshake and all, but when it comes down to it, he would only miss me as a toy that helps him pay the bills.
I try to seek it somewhere else. I have a few lady friends, whom have no clue as to my occupation, but they slap me everytime I even try the gentleman approach. Damn it, fuck them all! I can take care of myself if I have to.
~When you're strange,
Faces come out of the rain,
When you're strange.~
So, I find a purpose, a mission if you will, and I get my ass kicked. That's when I see him. Oh holy fucking Christ, he's (it IS a he, right? Well, no tits, so probably...) beautiful. Long blue hair, tight little thong that makes a pathetic excuse for covering. I just want him to ravish me completely. I mean, look at the situation, ne? I'm lying here at his feet in complete and total submission, soaked to the BONE, and panting heavily. I'd fuck me.
Oh Hell yeah! He grabs me by the shoulders and holds me up to his height. His lips press roughly against mine and I'm lost. Damn, I'm passing out and my tail is flopping around pathetically on the wet stones. In the back of my mind something tells me he looks familiar. That doesn't matter now, and as I'm being set upon his aquamarine, err... silver dragon, I snuggle closely into his lap and wave goodbye to my friends. Nyah, nyah, I'm gonna get some from the hot bishonen and they're not!
~No one remembers your name,
When you're strange,
When you're strange,
When you're...strange.~
Wow, that thong left more to the imagination than I thought. He's huge! How does one hide that in a skimpy piece of cloth? Well, there are far more important things to worry about now, like if I'm actually in any trouble. I DID just do something a little stupid, not that I had that much choice, but non-the-less, he is still an enemy. I could probably take the pansy in hand-to-hand, but he looks like he's got some decent magic stocked. I just hope the situation doesn't...arise.
He flips me over and pulls my body up into something resembling doggy-style and just holds me to his chest while he parts my insides. My tail is getting in the way, wrapping around his waist to try and pull closer. Stupid thing has a mind of it's own. You know... This is pretty nice...
Ow. Shit. Motherfucking bitch of the century! Damn. Has he ever heard of patience? Did he have to shove it all in with three violent jerks? He waits now, though, for which I am thankful. I'm leaning back into the nest of his arms, which are crossed over my chest, and listen to him whisper in my ear. I know what a good fuck I am, there was really no need to tell me, it's obvious.
My panting is getting loud and I can't encourage him enough when he's moving inside of me. Unnn... It's good to be a whore... He's going to drag this out for awhile, I can tell, so why don't you come back in a few hours to resume this sad thing called a plot. Oh! A tail...? That's very nice...
Back so soon? Yeah, yeah we're done, much to my dismay. Where am I? One might think I would still be sleeping in the crook of his arm covered in passionate sweat and body fluids snoring loudly, right? Wrong. I'm back where I belong though, the streets. I'll join my friends in Clerya in the morning, where they'll fuss and worry over me. But right now, If you shall excuse me, I need a shower and a soft empty bed at a cheep inn. I never even got his name, and barely remember mine. Is that supposed to mean something?
End