Chapter 30: Who am I?

He wasn’t sure who he was. He wasn’t sure where he was. The first thing he saw was huge trees looming over his small, red-furred body.

He roamed the area that was covered under the vast spread of trees.

There was nothing that could answer his question, nothing that could tell him who he was. Not until he reached a small stream of water that was passing through the forest. He saw there was a lot of difference in the terrain. While the part of the forest that he was roaming was covered in darkness, there was a lot of brightness on the opposite side of the stream.

His curiosity pushed his instinct and he walked closer to the stream. Again, he glanced at the bright side of the forest. After considering the size of the stream, which was a lot bigger than his small stature, he decided to jump across it to satisfy its curiosity.

He took a few steps back and rushed at the stream; after closing the small distance he jumped.

But before he could reach the opposite side of the stream his body hit with some kind of invincible force; it was like some kind of wall. It stopped him in mid-air before he could complete his jump.

He could not see what it was, but it was so strong that it shook him inside out. With a splash, his body fell into the water of the stream. He was wet from head to toe.

He felt something swell from inside out within himself. It was an emotion, the first emotion that he had felt. He wasn’t sure how, but he somehow knew that he was feeling it was emotion.

His instinct was telling him what emotion was. He saw various images, in which he felt this emotion at an old man who was making him eat something, him feeling this same emotion at some girl who was trying to take his pencil away from him. The scenes kept changing until he understood what this emotion stood for.

ANGER!

This emotion that he was experiencing was called ‘anger’. Once he walked out of the stream, the scenes that were passing before his eyes stopped.

He looked at the stream, and again saw the brightness that was on the opposite side. Again, he rushed toward it and jumped; when he was in mid-air again, the invisible wall stopped him from crossing the stream.

He fell into the stream; his red fur was covered in water. Again, he felt the same emotion as before but it was a lot worse than before. He saw another scene unfolding before him. The same old man was lying on his bed with his body lifeless.

RAGE!

At first, it was anger but that immediately turned into rage. There wasn’t a particular subject for his rage; he was furious with everything around him.

He was about to walk out of the stream when he felt alien emotions invading him. He saw a redheaded woman touching him. The emotion he felt toward the woman was a lot different than the anger.

LUST!

The instinct that he was born with asked him to take that woman and make her his. He was enjoying this emotion, memories of seeing another young woman doing things with him came rushing to him.

After seeing a few more scenes he knew what his instinct was trying to tell him. What it meant by taking her! He liked this emotion; unlike anger which made him uncomfortable and triggered bad memories, this one triggered some pleasant memories, which also gave him some kind of thrill.

He wanted to do more things, but in those scenes, he was being gentle with those girls, something which wasn’t fitting with what his instinct was telling him. He walked out of the stream thinking about the new emotion LUST. He was about to walk into the forest when a sudden movement caught his attention. He turned his back toward the stream, only to find some kind of disturbance around it. The stream water was behaving oddly.

The flow of the stream had changed greatly; instead of flowing normally, it was rushing fast. Then, sometimes the flow of water would just stop altogether.

He walked closer to the stream; again, his curiosity got the better of him. He touched the water. A variety of emotions rushed within him, mainly LUST. He saw the same redhead woman kissing him.

His instinct asked him to kiss her, touch her, take her, but he wasn’t sure how to do that. The instinct itself guided him. He imagined his instinct as a physical object and pushed his will inside the water.

He felt a strange connection; instead of just being a spectator, he felt like part of the act. He felt her lips touching his lips, he felt her breast mashed against his chest. His instinct told him to kiss her back, to push his tongue inside her mouth, the same way he had seen himself doing in those scenes with some other girl. He pushed himself to do as the instinct asked. He felt a lot of pressure washing upon himself. But even more, he felt a thrill at the sudden dominance he had over the woman.

He noticed a musky scent enter his nostrils. He had never smelled such a scent before, but his instinct told him that it was a scent that meant the woman was ready to mate with him. He felt another thrill pass through his very being at finding this woman, ready to be claimed by him.

He wanted her to be a lot closer to him. His appendage, which was a lot different from his red-furred paw, followed the instinct and curled themselves around the woman like a snake. He felt her firm ass in those ‘hands’; while he was enjoying playing with them, he felt a sudden compulsion to leave it.