Pen Name: CZD
Characters: Cyrus/Weregarurumon
Title: Can Dreams come True? The Day Dream.
It was a cold night in the Digital world. The sky was clear, the moon was
shining brightly in all its full glory, and stars were beyond count. In a large
forest, a fire was made in a small clearing. It gave off a bright luminescence,
making it possible for the werewolf like creature that sat besides it to see all
around himself, should any danger arrive. Over the fire he cooked some fish that
he caught from the stream that ran through the middle of the woodland. He sat
patiently, waiting for his meal to finish.
He has long ears that look as if reaching for the moon. On his left one, two ear
rings reflect the light of the fire dimly, as did his light red eyes. His chest
was bare of clothing, instead he was covered with a fine coat of fur. The only
thing he had on his upper torso, was a brown leather like strap, going
diagonally across his chest to hold a pad on his left shoulder. On his left arm,
he has a tight long sleeve, revealing his muscular arm, but hiding his fur. It
goes all the way down his arm, ending shortly after his knuckles. With a
clenched fist, he holds brass knuckles, on the outside of the cloth. His
fingers/claws are, like the rest of his body, covered with fur. His nails are
long, sharp and a shade of purple while his fur is a light blue. His other arm
has nothing but his beautiful light blue fur. On many places of his body, there
are strips of a dark blue fur, several on this arm. He has on a pair of deep
blue jeans, battle worn and ripped in some places. It hugs his lower body, much
like his one sleeve, revealing his muscles. On his left leg, just above his
knee, there is a tattoo like picture of a skull and cross bones. On both of his
knees, he has pads, but on his right pad, there are three long, sharp spikes.
The jeans continue to hug his body don to his ankles, where they stop. His feet
are large. He is a tad larger then the size of a typical 30 year old man, but
his feet were twice the size they should be. Giving him extra balance, friction
for fast running, and more power for swift kicks. Instead of five toes on each
foot, he has three long ones, each of them have large claw like nails at their
ends.
He takes off his strap and pad along with his brass knuckles and sleeve, and
places them to his side. He raises his arms up, and pushes his chest forward,
stretching out. Extending his arms over his head, he tries with all his might to
touch the sky. He gives a long deep yawn sigh combo as he brings his arms back
down and straitens his back. In a deep, masculine, voice, he speaks to himself.
"By all that is pure I am so lonely." He sniffs the air near the fire with his
long snout. "Well, at least my food is done." He picked up the stick that had
the squired fish off of the fire and began to eat, sadness in his eyes, and a
hole in his heart.
He would always travel round, helping those he found in need of assistance, and
he would never ask for anything in return. Many a times others would put him up
for the night, and give him a warm home cooked meal, but he would never accept
anything other then that. One time he rescued a female from a burning building,
when he first saw her, he fell in love. It was when he saw that she was mated to
another that his heart broke, and he thought from then on that he would never
find the one for him. It has been several years since then, he has done nothing
but help others. Never finding time to settle down and find a mate, for he
thought there was none for him.
*Sigh* A deep sigh as he finishes off his dinner. He stretches out again as he
lay back on the ground, ready to sleep. "Well, another day gone, another day
closer to finding weather or not I am destined to be alone forever." He put his
hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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"And wake up New Jersey! It is 6 AM on a beautiful Monday morning, the weather
right now is..." The radio was hit hard by a massive fist slamming down on it,
shutting off the alarm.
"Oh, man. Not another day of school, I just fell asleep too..." The sun was just
rising as young Cyrus D'Mar woke up from an almost completely sleepless night.
"That stupid dream again, man, can't I ever catch a break?" For the past couple
weeks, he has been having the same dream over and over, although now it is more
like a nightmare.
There is a certain TV show called "Digimon: Digital Monsters" on Channel 5, it
is Cyrus's favorite show, it has different types of monsters that all have
different powers, personalities, and what not, but one, one sticks out to him,
the one called Weregarurumon. He is a werewolf type monster, and all his life
Cyrus has been in love with werewolves, but this dream takes it to a new
meaning.
"Cyrus! Are you up yet?" From a room next to his own, Cyrus's mother calls out.
"Yeah Mom, I am." He yells back in response as he gets up and heads for the
bathroom for his morning shower. He turns the light on, closes, and locks the
door. Opening the shower curtain, he turns the water on, making sure that it is
nice and hot, he is very fond to the cold weather, but his showers have to be
nice and warm.
After getting the water just right, he begins to strip down to his birthday
suite. His body was that of Weregarurumons, only human, with ice blue eyes, long
black hair, and pale skin. Also he had one ear ring in each ear rather then two
in one. First off was his T-shirt, letting his lean and very muscular body show
in the mirror. Next was his bed shorts, they were loose, but his boxer briefs
were very snug, hugging his thighs and groin. Finally, he took of his underwear,
letting his member breath. Although he was only 17, he had quite a sizable one,
but no one knows for he is a virgin. Many girls have tried to go out with him,
but to there disappointment, he would always have to turn them down with the
same comment. "Sorry, but I am gay." And he was very shy about relationships. He
had a girlfriend when he was younger, she was the most beautiful girl in his
eyes, and they were the best of friends as well, always got along, no matter
what. They started going out, but never went farther then kissing and fondling.
On the very night they were going to take it to the next level, they were
walking to her house from a park, it was late, and very dark, barreling down the
street was a drunken driver. He didn't see the two of them and ended up swerving
onto the sidewalk. In an effort to save Cyrus, she, Ariel, pushed him out of the
way. Her effort was out of her heart, and was the last one she would ever get
the chance to make, the drunken driver hit her, sending her body flying several
feet away. Cyrus ran to her side and held her, the last she said was "Never
forget me my love." Before she died in his arms. From then on he never thought
he would find love again, but he still looks, not to replace Ariel, but to move
on, for that is what she would have wanted.
He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water hit his body. "Ahh, this feels
so good." He mutter to himself, then began washing. First his hair, then his
body, after he was done, he would sit in the tub, and let the water just fall on
him. He always did this, fantasizing that he is in the woods and a rain shower
was going on. His mind wandered though, and he thought about that dream. He was
in the woods, no rain though, but a clear sky, the sun shining brightly. Only
these were no ordinary woods, they were the woods of the Digital world, from his
favorite cartoon show.
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He walked around, enjoying the scenery. His gaze turning from the tree tops, to
the ground, taking in all the sights. Then he would look to his left, and see
more trees, finally he looked to his right, where his hand was holding that of
another's. The hand was larger then his own, and it was covered in fur. When he
looked, he saw the one he finally fell in love with, A tall werewolf like
creature, Weregarurumon. They both had a smile on there face as they stopped
walking.
"This looks like a good enough place, don't you thing my love?" Cyrus asked.
"Any place is a wonderful place, as long as I am there with you." Weregarurumon
replied, a hint of blush showed from behind the light blur fur on his muzzle.
"Aww... I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I am glad I did it." Cyrus
hugged the furred beast tightly. They were about the same height, six feet and
some odd inches, so there faces met when they hugged. Cyrus gently kissed
Weregarurumons snout, and Weregarurumon let his long wolfish tongue out of his
mouth, licking Cyrus's neck and cheek. Cyrus chuckled as he let his own, human,
tongue out, meeting Weregarurumons. The licked each others tongues before they
both leaned in and kissed, still licking each others tongue, only this time
through pressed lips.
Cyrus broke the lip lock, and started kissing Weregarurumons furred cheek, and
nuzzling him. He moved slowly down to his neck, kissing with every inch he
moved. Down to his chest. Kissing, and now licking, leaving small trails of
saliva all over Were's chest.
Were was giving off low growls of pleasure as Cyrus continued to move down.
Cyrus heard the growls as he got to the end of Were's bare fur, and to the
beginning of his pants. Cy took note, that in the crotch of the pants there was
a bulge. Cy knew that there was something inside that wanted freedom, and also
want to have some fun.
His hands undoing the buckle to a belt that Were wore, Cy used his teeth to undo
Were's jeans zipper. From within the pants came a strong, musky smell, that
filled Cy's nostrils, sending his mind into a land of pleasure. With the buckle
undone and the zipper down, Cy pulled off Were's pants as Were lifted his feet
to allow Cy to do so.
Were wasn't warring his arm sleeve, nor his brass knuckles, and he never wore
any kind of underwear. This caused him to be standing in front of a kneeling Cy,
completely naked. From the kisses of his lover, Were had grown hard, his member
extending out a full ten inches.
Cy knelt there, looking at Were's member point him in the face, and instinct
took over him. He lent forward, mouth open, taking in Were's member. He couldn't
get all of it in, but Cy did manage to fit eight inches.
Were stood there, his eyes wide, jaw open, mind gone. Cy started to lightly lick
the tip of Were's member, then he started sucking, bobbing his head back and
forth. Were was lost in a world of delight as Cy continued to suck. Were moved
his arms and ran his clawed hands through Cy's hair, grabbing, softly, the back
of his head, he help Cy increase speed. Cy went along with Were, increasing his
speed and suction. Were started to thrust his hips forward, putting more of his
member into Cy's mouth, almost gagging him, until he arched his back, eyes
closed, and shot a load of salty liquid into Cy's mouth.
Cy swallowed what he could, but some cum escaped from his mouth, and ran down
his chin. After licking clean Were's member, Cy stood up. Were looked at him and
licked off what cum was on his chin. They then looked each other in the eyes
before kissing each other again. Cyrus broke the kiss quickly. "Were, just in
case I don't tell you thins enough, I want to tell you something."
Were smiled. "OK, what is it?"
"I love y.."
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Cyrus Gave a sigh as he realized that is the point where his alarm clock radio
would wake him up. He shut off the water, grabbed a towel out of the shower
cabinet, and dried himself off. He stepped out of the tub, towel around his
waist, turned on the bathroom fan, letting the steam from the hot water out a
window, and left the bathroom, entering his own.
Making sure his door was closed and locked, he dropped the towel, opened his
dresser drawer, and took out a pair of black boxer briefs. Going to his closet
he picked out his favorite outfit to wear today. His short sleeved V-neck
T-shirt, a pair of loose vinyl pants, a pair of socks from his dresser, and his
steel tipped work boots, all his attire pure black.
Grabbing his back pack, he unlocked and opened his door, walked into the
kitchen, and grabbed a package of pop-tarts, he liked to eat them cold, and
headed out the door, saying good bye to his mother who was in her room watching
the morning news. When he got outside, he reached into his backpack, took out a
pac of cigarettes and his zippo. He took out a cigarette, lite it, took a drag,
looked down the street, and started off for school. The dream still replaying in
his mind, as it did everyday, all day.
It was a humid summer morning, the last day of school, and Cyrus walked slowly.
He left his house early everyday so he could take the long way to school,
through a small patch of woods, the closest thing to a forest he can get to.
Every day he would come and just sit at the base of a large tree for five
minuets before continuing on his way. He entered the trees, like any other day,
but this time he stopped for a brief second.
"Something feels different. I don't know, maybe it is just me." He said to
himself before he started for his tree. When he got close to it though, he
noticed something out of place. "What the heck?" Before the tree was a circle of
stones, enclosing the remains of a small fire. He walked over, dropped his back
pack to his side, and knelt down to the charred remains of sticks and found some
discarded fish bones. "What is this? There is no lake or river near here, so
where did the fish come from? And a fire would have been spotted by anyone from
within this small patch of trees..."
He went to grab his back pack, but it was gone. "What the?" He stood up and
looked around. He was no longer in the little patch of woods he was a minuet
ago. From his tree, he was able to see the street, but now all he saw were
trees. He's in a large forest now. Birds sang from the tree tops as he looked
around once again. His mouth and eyes opened wide as he found himself to be
lost.
"H ... Hello?" He lightly muttered, but got no response. The birds above went
silent for a second, allowing Cy to here a light splashing of water in the
distance, before starting again. *A splash of water, that might be someone in a
pool, maybe they can tell me what is happening to me. * He thought to himself as
he headed towards the sound. He slowly walked, listening for the sound again,
and hoping not to get even more lost then he is.
*Splash* He heard it again and sped up his walking. He came across some small
bushes, just in case what he found wasn't what he wanted to find, he hid behind
it. He peered over and saw what was making the splashing sound. What he saw made
his jaw almost hit the ground and his eyes pop out of there sockets. In a small
stream he watched as a creature bathed, but it was no ordinary creature, it was
one that had been haunting his dreams.
He watched as the naked figment of his imagination stood right before his eyes
and cleansed his body with the water of a small stream, surrounded by woods.
Cyrus looked at the edge of the stream and saw Were's clothing, his jeans, his
arm strap and pad, his arm sleeve, and even his brass knuckles. "This has to be
a dream. This can't be real ... can it be?" He thought to himself. "I've got to
get closer, make sure that I am not just seeing things."
He stayed low to the ground, hiding behind the trees and brush. He was doing
well, he got a few feet away from Weregarurumon, but then, *Snap* Cyrus stepped
on a fallen twig. He froze in place, making not a sound, not a movement, not a
breath. after a few seconds of not hearing anything, he breathed again, and
slowly lifted his head above the small bush that was covering him.
Nothing. All he saw was the stream, no Weregarurumon. He did, however, still see
the clothing. He looked around again, but didn't see him. "Where did he go?" He
whispered lightly under his breath.
"Right here." From behind Cyrus came a low growling voice. Cyrus gave a slight
gasp as he slowly turned around. Right in front of his face was the furred
crotch of Weregarurumon. From above came a deep growl as Cyrus blinked and moved
his gaze up to Were's chest, and then his face. Were's eyes opened wide as he
looked down at the intruder who was spying on him. He gasped as he took a step
back and muttered, "Y-You... What are you doing here? I thought you were only a
dream."
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Weregarurumon woke up after a bad nights sleep, just like he had been doing for
quite some time. He stood up, stretched out his arms and back. He gave a yawn as
he picked up his belongings and headed into the trees, leaving the small fire
pit behind.
"Another night, another torturous dream." To himself, he spoke in a low,
growling voice, which was full of anger and aggravation. "If these dreams don't
stop I think I am going to go insane." He walked for only a few moments then
came upon a small stream. It was about six feet across, and five feet deep. "Ah.
Well, at least I get to look forward to a nice bath each morning to take my mind
off of that odd creature." He went to the edge of the stream, placed down his
strap, pad, sleeve, and brass knuckles, then shed his jeans, and stepped into
the stream with a relaxing sigh.
He had no soap, but he bathed himself with the clear, clean water. He thought
his mind would be at ease in the tranquil waters, but alas, his mind was
preoccupied with his dreams which he considered nightmares. Over and over, night
after night he would have the same dream of him and another, strange creature
from a different world. They would be walking in the woods, holding hands with a
smile that nothing cold take away. Then, they would stop, look at each other and
start to kiss. Not only does Weregarurumon find this odd for the reason of them
being a different species, but also for the fact that they were the same sex.
After lip locking and tongue wrestling for a few moments, the other creature
would start moving down Were's chest. He stopped when he reached Were's pants
belt buckle and started undoing it. Were gave no resistance, instead, he stood
there, enjoying every minuet. After the creature got the Were's pants off, with
his help, he started to suck on Were's member until Were's member exploded into
it's mouth. They then kissed for a while until the creature stopped to say
something, but never would it he be able to finish what he was trying to say,
for Were would wake up before he could. Were, however, knows what the creature's
going to say. Even though never finished, he knows that the creature is trying
to tell him that he loves him.
*Snap*
Were's mind wandering was interrupted by the snap of a twig. He looked around,
but saw nothing. He then raised his muzzle to the air and took a deep breath
through his snout, and quickly picked up the scent of an intruder who was in his
vicinity. Using his enhanced animal abilities, he leapt out of the water, not
making a sound, and entered the woods, traveling at such a high speed that light
couldn't touch him. He came to a stop behind a small bush where the interloper
was kneeling, he was no longer wet, the fast moving dried him off. The stranger
whispered to himself, "Where did he go?" in a low voice that almost matched
Were's own.
Weregarurumon, in a low, growling voice, answered the stranger." Right here."
The stranger gasped, and slowly turned around. He was kneeling so his eyes saw
Were's crotch first. Were narrowed his eyes and growled as the stranger stared
at his member. The stranger then moved his gaze up. His eyes traveling up Were's
chest, then meeting eye to eye. Were gasped as he stared the stranger in the
eyes, for he recognized him. It was the very same creature that haunted his
dreams night after night. Were took a step back, and muttered, "Y-You... What
are you doing here? I thought you were just a dream."
Weregarurumon was standing there, and Cyrus was kneeling, both taken over by
shock, something that was only a dream to them was now right in there faces. But
while they were there, another creature watched from the shadows of the trees.
Watching them, with a sick and twisted smile upon its face, and plans of
unthinkable evil running through its mind. "That's right, little ones. That's
right, first you meet, then you kill each other, It all works out. Your torture
ends, and I am entertained. All is good, all is right."
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Two creatures, each from different worlds, each a different species, each a
different personality, and yet so much alike and they don't even know about it.
The both loved and lost, only one more then the other, they both are subjects to
a tortuous recurring nightmare. Are they destined to be together, or are they
destined to live a life full of hardships? Will they know of the truth between
them? Is there some kind of connection? What ever it is, it must have something
to do with that Creature who watched from afar.