Morning Reflections

"Morning Reflections"

Author's Note: This is my first adult fic ever, and I don't expect good reviews on this. It's a Care Bears fic, and it depicts the main character, and indeed the only character, as having a libido. If you're not interested in this type of fic, or if you're offended by the idea of a Care Bear Cousin having a sex drive, please don't bother flaming me. Just leave. I will remove any flames I find, no offense. I don't own the Care Bears, and I suppose this could be thought of as "out of character", but I can see him doing that in the privacy of his own home ;) Now...on with the story.


He sat up with a gasp, not sure where he was, and was nearly blinded by the bright morning sunlight that streamed through his window and warmed him. Not that he needed it; he was beyond warm. His dream had seen to that. Brave Heart Lion was left feeling very uncomfortable by a very "Un-Care Bear Cousin-like" dream. He rubbed his forehead with a paw, and it came away damp with perspiration. He didn't want to throw off the covers, as if it shamed him to expose himself...and with good reason. He was painfully hard.
He knew about sex, of course...but he hadn't heard about it from his cubhood guardians, True Heart and Noble Heart. He supposed they figured it was a non-issue with them being what they were. But when he was younger, he had discovered by accident that when he touched a certain part of his body a certain way, good feelings resulted from it. Because of the private nature of that body part and those feelings, he had kept it to himself, but he had always wondered why. Then, one day, he had caught himself staring at Proud Heart Cat, and he had almost had a serious social disaster when his penis began to swell. He had excused himself from tummy symbol practice, saying he didn't feel well, and walked towards his home with his hands folded in front of him to hide his condition. How embarrassing! But she had been so pretty...suddenly something had clicked. Was there a connection between his condition and a pretty girl? He had researched his curiosity, and found it to be quite normal...at least, among humans and normal animals...but what about HIM?
For as long as he could remember, Brave Heart Lion had had a crush on Proud Heart Cat. But none of the others ever talked about this particular aspect of life. His guardians had never explained it...that must be because it was wrong. A sense of shame flooded him every time he felt himself stir with desire. And now this dream...
In his dream, Proud Heart had accompanied him on a Caring Mission, and everything started out pretty normal...then she had leaned over and kissed him. He had almost crashed his Cloudmobile.
"Careful!" she had yelped, and he had leveled off and apologized. She had smiled, and leaned on him, reaching her paw out and rubbing it against his furry chest.
He had gulped, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing..." she had said...and her paw traveled lower. He had grabbed her paw, shaking his head. It was wrong. But she kissed him again. "I love you, Brave Heart...I mean, I REALLY love you...I always have."
Brave Heart felt his heart turn over. He loved her too, he always had! He gradually loosened his grip on her paw, and she had smiled and continued her way down. In his dream, he had braced himself for what he knew was coming. She had touched his most secret place, where her paw encountered nothing but silky fur. Their genitals were always masked by their fur, and for the males, their penises were hidden in a sheath; you'd never know they were anatomically correct...but they were. After a brief moment of stroking and coaxing, his maleness emerged, stiffening, and growing to three times its normal size. He had gasped in quiet pleasure as she had rubbed her thumb over the tender head, then slipped her paw lower and cupped his furry testicles, pressing them up close to his body. He had begun to purr, a deep, continuous purr.
"Oh, Proud Heart...I love you so much..." he had mumbled in his sleep.
In his dream, she had suddenly climbed into his lap, facing him...and lowered herself down, slowly, slowly...and he had woken up, almost at the point of release. If it had been real, he feared Proud Heart would have been sorely disappointed.
Brave Heart sighed sadly and lay back, waiting for his erection to subside. He had forgotten to close the drapes before going to bed, and the last thing he wanted was for one of his family to pass by the window and get a peep show. What would they THINK? As the unofficial leader of the Cousins, he had an example to set.
He tried not to think about Proud Heart. She wasn't interested in him, he knew that. He had told her he 'liked' her before asking her out once, after taking a week to work up the nerve to do it...which was out of character for him, because he was always so bold and straight-forward. But he had been afraid to ask her...what if she said no? And of course, she had. She had been very sweet about it, and that had made him love her all the more. She had looked sad to be telling him, but at least she had been honest; she had taken his paw, and said, "Brave Heart...I'm flattered, I really am...but..." he had felt his heart drop down behind his tummy symbol and shatter to pieces; she continued, "I just can't. I love you...but as a brother and a friend, and nothing more."
"Oh..." he had said, nodding. "Okay."
"Will you be all right?" she had asked.
"Me? Ha, of course I will! Brave Heart Lion can handle anything, even being turned down." he had said with a laugh, and had walked away with a swagger. He had cried himself to sleep that night, and he hadn't bothered her with it again.
He sat up. Thinking of that day's rejection had deflated him like a popped balloon, and he headed for his bathroom to pee and take a shower. As he stood under the warm deluge of water, he closed his eyes and thought, "What's wrong with me anyway?" Of course, he knew there was nothing wrong with him. There didn't have to be. Sometimes these things just didn't work out. They were still friends, and his secret desires remained secret. She had known of his interest, but not of his...THOUGHTS. But he found himself thinking back on that dream...that DREAM!
Brave Heart shampooed his mane, and tried to ignore the stiffening apparatus below. As he began to wash his chest, he was reminded of Proud Heart's paw as it had caressed him there in his dream. He shivered a bit, closing his eyes, and imagining that his paw was HER paw. He growled. His paws roamed over his torso, and even the sound of the soapy water glug-glugging down the drain seemed to add something to his steamy cocoon of self-pleasure. He tried not to indulge himself too often; the shame he always felt afterwards was not pleasant...but he couldn't help it. He had been hard once already, and hadn't reached completion; it was a most uncomfortable feeling in his testicles, one that could only be relieved one way. He sighed in resignation and anticipation, and almost tentatively wrapped the fingers of his left paw around his penis. He hesitated. Care Bear Cousins didn't do this! But then again, how did HE know? He wasn't about to ask the others if they did this...
"Well, it IS mine..." he reasoned with himself. He moved his paw up and down...up and down...closed his eyes and rubbed his slick shaft.
"Proud Heart..." he whispered, stroking himself. He imagined that she was the one who was doing it, that she was fondling him lovingly, taking him into her mouth...they were his own private thoughts, after all. He gently cupped his balls, pushing them up close against his penis and letting them go again, testing their weight, and feeling them tighten as his arousal increased. He caught himself doing that, and stopped. He was enjoying this too much. He continued to move his fist up and down, every now and then stopping to stroke the head, imagining that his finger was a soft, warm tongue. He hissed in a breath, and shivered as a twinge ran up his member, and a nerve somewhere along his spine sang. He was approaching his release at a rapid rate. He slowed down to savor it...then shook his head and moved his fist faster and faster, guilt overriding even now. It wasn't long before he felt the beginning of the end of his pleasure. "Oh...oh...OH!" he clenched his eyes shut, and his knees almost buckled beneath him. His balls drew up close to his body, and he emitted a roar as he ejaculated. He had the sense to aim for the drain as his penis spasmed and his testicles emptied themselves of his seed.
The sound of the water hitting his back...the glug-glug sound of the drain...and his own panting breaths. He felt awful. It was a dull, hollow pain in his chest, as if he had committed some grievous sin. It was always thus. Proud Heart would NEVER put her mouth on him, and now that he thought about it, why should she? It was disgusting! But he had imagined it. His member had shrunken and retreated to the safety and obscurity of its sheath. He sighed, shut off the water, and dried himself off. It was late enough as it is, and he still had to eat before he left the house. He pushed his guilt away, and went down to raid his fridge. It was his secret. No one would ever know.


THE END