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Though only hoping for a simple short story, he's taken my 2 characters (as well as some of our friends) and is turning this into a much larger piece, spanning multiple chapters. For your reading pleasure, I present to you the first chapter of his story (the whole story is still being written).\n\nBesides being an excellent sketch artist (seriously, check out his gallery), fa!solomonwolffang 's a damn good writer (better than I am at least). I urge you to check him and maybe even commission him (me too if you can).\n\nP.S. I'm still working on the Furs Thru Time things. Sorry if I haven't gotten to post anything yet.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I asked my very good friend \n\t\t\t\t\tsolomonwolffang if he could write me a story staring 2 of my creations, Remmy the Dalmatian and Sammy the Cboy Otter. Though only hoping for a simple short story, he's taken my 2 characters (as well as some of our friends) and is turning this into a much larger piece, spanning multiple chapters. For your reading pleasure, I present to you the first chapter of his story (the whole story is still being written).

Besides being an excellent sketch artist (seriously, check out his gallery), \n\t\t\t\t\tsolomonwolffang 's a damn good writer (better than I am at least). I urge you to check him and maybe even commission him (me too if you can).

P.S. I'm still working on the Furs Thru Time things. Sorry if I haven't gotten to post anything yet.", "writing": "Ch I\n\n\t[i]Remmy's tail thrashed in excitement. His breathing was rapid, his eyes wide with anticipation. In the darkness of the room, he could not even see his own Dalmatian pelt, never mind the one above him. Remmy's hands reached up, his pads touching the soft, sleek orange fur of the bunny-fox' chest. The bunny leaned over, his breath sweet, a mix of mint and lavender. His tongue teased at Remmy's lips, and Remmy's mouth opened, his own flat tongue meeting the other. \n\n\tRemmy's legs wrapped around the bunny's waist, pulling him deeper into himself. His pads reached from the boy's chest up to his shoulders. The bunny-fox thrust again, and Remmy pulled with his arms and legs, forcing the other to enter him deeper than ever. He felt the bunny-fox shudder, and lights danced in Remmy's vision as well. The bunny's hands felt Remmy, pushing onto his chest for support as he thrust again and again into the tightness beneath Remmy's tail. With every movement, Remmy felt sensations that he had never felt before, his mind full of white lightning. \n\n\tThe bunny's hands continued downwards and he adjusted his position, causing formerly untouched nerves within Remmy to flare. Remmy let out a sound then, half-way between a yip and a purr. The bunny's hands felt across Remmy's abdomen and then down even more. Remmy gasped as the bunny-fox's tender but firm grip wrapped around his throbbing knot. At the same time, the bunny leaned into what he was doing; his own knot had entered Remmy's soft warmness a long time ago, aided by the lubrication of the bunny's efforts. The bunny's chest came down, and Remmy felt his hardness press against the hot fur of the other's belly, the hairs tickling him as much as the pressure made him shiver.\n\n\tThen, he felt every muscle in the bunny-fox tense, and the guy gripped Remmy's phallus with a tight grip, his other hand on the dog's chest. Remmy gyrated, and pulled the bunny into him. The bunny gave a whimpering sound, drenched in a solution of both pleasure and exhaustion. Remmy gasped again, a bestial exclamation, as the hard, knotted cock within him convulsed. Then his breath turned into a feeble rattle as his own penis writhed. \n\n\tAs the bunny came within him, so too did Remmy finish. They both held each other, both of them tense, both of them holding on like riders in a storm. The warmness within Remmy retreated, and as the hard, foxy knot left Remmy, his claws dug into the bunny's shoulders in ecstasy. The bunny-fox leaned back, releasing Remmy and bringing his muzzle away from the dog's. Although, his scent still remained in Remmy's mouth and nose like a cloud of rose petals. Remmy felt his hair rise along his arms as he felt the warm, viscous semen leak slowly out of him, dripping like salty, white syrup.\n\n\tHe let his arms fall to the bed and he realized he had been holding his breath. He took in a breath of oxygen and sat up, every part of his body both tingling with energy and yet tired. The bunny grinned, and Remmy followed his gaze to see that there was a messy canine paint of white on the bunny-fox's abdomen. It matted his orange fur like glue. Remmy yelped playfully as the bunny-fox fell onto him, nuzzling his nose under Remmy's chin, their cocks rubbing together even though they were both worn. Remmy wrapped his arms around the bunny and sighed in tranquility, leaning back against the pillows. He felt the rise and fall of the boy's chest and his nose was stranded amid the humidity of the fox's sweet breath and the musk that has permeated the room. Their breathing slowly became regular.\n\n\tThen, the fox pushed himself up from Remmy and licked his bottom lip on the way. He rolled out of the bed and rose to his feet. With a backward, wistful glance, he made his way to the room adjacent to Remmy's, the bathroom. Remmy sat up again, realizing that he had gone to shower. \n\n\tThe Dalmatian’s hands rose to his face and he ran his fingers through his long, navy-blue hair. \"What have I just done?\" Remmy asked the cosmos, and in reply, he felt ejaculate leak out from beneath his tail.[/i]\n*\n\tRemmy awoke to the sound of his alarm clock going off. As the dog tried to activate his limbs, his mind was still immersed in the vast waters of the dream world. He reached over deafly and clumsily, hitting the clock off with his palm instead of his fingers. Remmy knew he was not a graceful morning person. He sat up in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He kicked his blanket way from him with his feet as he tried to wake up. Something was off....\n\n\tRemmy looked between his legs to see that he had full, raging morning wood, and his blanket was buttered with wisps of pre-ejaculate. Remmy flinched as he realized the power of his dream. It wasn't a dream as far as dreams being a simple created world; this dream had been a memory, and he'd been having it more frequently as of late.\n\n\tRemmy swung his legs over the edge of the bed, willing his boner to go away. It had been a year ago, when he and his classmate had shared that night of passion, a night that was forever burned into Remmy's mind. And Remmy had been unsure about himself ever since.\n\n\tHe was unsure because he wasn't gay...or, up until that night, he hadn't even considered it. Now, he wasn't so certain. Since then, he had not been able to think of himself as straight anymore, and he couldn't look at other guys the same. His mind had been a mass of confusion since then as he had tried to figure it out. He had even been able to put the incident out of his head and was able to be with girls.\n\n\tUntil the dreams had started a few months ago, memories of that night. The same every time, the same sensations, the same pleasure. When he awoke, the same physical reaction from his body as well. He had tried to be with a few girls after that- they liked athletes and he could get one into bed with a little of his charm- but he hadn't been able to perform. He didn't find them as attractive anymore. The bunny-fox had gotten into his head.\n\n\tRemmy got out of bed and his clock went off as soon as his feet hit the ground. He jumped, smacking his foot off of the bedside table. He cursed in frustration, realizing that he had hit the snooze button instead of the off switch. He reached over again and hammered the switch, his anger causing the plastic top of the digital clock to crack in the shape of a spider's web. Remmy turned around and made his way out of his room to the bathroom, and his mind sparked in resentment as he realized he was following the path the bunny-fox had taken to the shower. \n*\n\tThe whistle sounded, its piercing frequency scorching Remmy's sensitive ears. On instinct, he leaped into the water, feeling the familiar wetness run through his fur and dampen it, touching his skin and cooling him. He was at home here. His feet and arms worked without his conscious thought; they were used to this, and they could do it without his focus. The others swam beside him on both sides, six of them in their own lanes; his college swim team. They were good, he knew, but he was the best. He even outstripped the beaver at the far left end.\n\n\tHe reached the end of his lane and turned, his foot pads reaching and coiling up against the pool's wall. He released, firing himself back towards the coach like a rocket. He wasn't the most fit of them all, he wasn't super skinny or super-strong...but he was talented, and he had the best technique of any of them. In a sport like competitive swimming, technique was more important than a perfect body; he flew through the water like he was born in it. He had put countless hours into this, into learning the tricks of reducing drag, on what his muscles should do, and his hard work had paid off. Hard work always beat natural talent, Remmy knew, and he was both talented and a hard worker.\n\n\tHe reached the end of the pool, his chest rising out of the water like a seal's, and he propelled himself onto the deck before his closest rival even touched the pool's edge. He stared up at the coach, his breathing heavy, and water pouring down his limbs. \"How was that?\" he asked, wanting to know if he had improved from Friday's time.\n\n\tThe coach, a tall, beer gutted grizzly, looked down with a smirk. \"Not bad. You bested yourself by .4 seconds.\" Remmy beamed; he was getting better. \"But y'know, you could reduce drag by cutting that mop.\"\n\n\tRemmy reached up to his long, blue hair and rang it out with both hands like a towel; it was well past his shoulders. \"I know, Coach Allen. But I like it long.\"\n\n\tAllen shrugged. \"Suit yourself. But when the tourney starts, wear a cap or something. You're good, but you're not the best in the world. Any advantage you can get is a good one.\" Remmy nodded, and Allen went to go tell the other swimmers their times.\n\n\tTen minutes later, Remmy's swim trunks were tossed into his change room locker. Naked, he made his way to the showers. The others were there, already getting clean. Remmy's eyebrows rose as he saw that the wrestling team had joined them, fresh from their own practice. He made his way to the closest open shower and pressed it on, feeling the warm water trickle down his body. It struck his head first, washing chlorine out of his blue hair and then became a deluge over the rest of his body. Remmy's mouth opened, letting the water calm his sore body; he was a good swimmer, but that didn't mean it was easy. He reached for the bottle of soap on the ledge under the showerhead. His pads, wet and clumsy from fatigue, grabbed the neck of the bottle only to have it slip from his grip. Remmy grimaced, realizing that he had literally dropped the soap. \n\n\tHe bent down, grabbing the bulk of the bottle with a more deliberate grip. As he raised his head to get up, his muzzle hit a pair of furry, white testicles. Remmy backed up, feeling his loins stir against his will. He felt his cheeks burn and was silently glad that he had fur to hide his blush. \"I'm sorry-\" Remmy started. Then he saw who he had accidentally run into. A ripped, white wolf stood there, with tiger-like stripes on his thighs and biceps. \"Oh...Hi Nox.\"\n\n\tNox had an amused look, but he didn't mention what had just happened. He also didn't seem to notice that Remmy was no longer completely soft. \"Hey Spots,\" Nox growled. He had a deep voice, like the rumble of distant thunder. He was also pretty tall, almost eye-level with Remmy. He reached forewords, poking one of Remmy's blue Dalmatian spots in a teasing way. \"I don't think we've ever done this before. The wrestling and swim teams practicing on the same day, I mean.\" \n\n\tRemmy nodded; Nox was on the wrestling team. \"Yeah, we got our time changed to an hour earlier this week. Coach Allen has something going on I think, but I be damned if I know what it is.\" Remmy poured the liquid soap into his hand and then tossed the bottle to Nox. With unexpected agility for someone with such mass, Nox snatched it out of the air with his maw. Remmy smiled at the canine catch and began to wash himself. Sharing the same shower, Nox began to do the same. Remmy counted the tiles on the wall, refusing to let himself watch Nox wash himself; he knew what might happen if he did, and he didn't want that. He would die of the embarrassment.\n\n\t\"You got plans later?\" asked Nox through his mass of white hair which fell in a white curtain over his face at the moment. He had longer hair then Remmy; it fell to the middle of his back. It usually hid the intricate black pattern of fur on Nox's back, a very tribal-looking mark.\n\n\tRemmy's tail twitched as he realized he was looking at Nox's back. He moved his gaze back to the wall awkwardly. \"Not really,\" Remmy answered. It was true; he had a paper due the next day, but that was nearly done, only about an hour of work or so, which he could do when he got back to his apartment. \"Why? You asking me on a date?\" The words left Remmy's mouth before he thought about them. His hand shot up to his mouth to close it forcefully. He berated himself mentally.\n\n\tNox chuckled. \"Not quite, Remmy. Me and some guys are going to Babylon's later. You wanna come? I'll buy you a drink.\" Nox placed the bottle back on the ledge softly.\n\n\tRemmy sighed as he realized that Nox had thought that he'd been joking. \"Um...sure I guess.\" Remmy answered. He wasn't really doing anything anyway, and if Nox was willing to buy him a drink, he would take the gift. He didn't go to Babylon's often, but he liked it. The bar was owned by a fun raccoon that always was having some special or discount. He didn't know how he knew, but he remembered that tonight was ladies' night. A smile struck Remmy's lips as he realized why Nox and the other were going.\n\n\t\"Good boy,\" Nox chuckled again. He reached around and he rubbed Remmy's hair until it was all messy. \"Remember Spots, canines are social. Sometimes I think you're a cat.\" With that, Nox walked out of the shower and made his way to the lockers. Remmy caught himself looking at the wolf's tail as he walked away, and his face burned again. He leaned over, smacking his forehead off of the tiles beneath the shower.\n\n\tWhat the hell is wrong with me? He thought sourly.\n*\n\tRemmy stopped outside of his building's front door and his heart skipped. The person sitting on the steps rose to his feet, his orange fur catching the setting sun fiercely. He wore a tight, white shirt and a pair of loose, scruffy blue jeans. His bunny ears were pulled back like a ponytail, and he brushed his brown hair out of his eyes. His canine muzzle spread into a grin. Remmy grunted to himself when he noticed that the guy now had two gold rings in one of his ears; earrings that he didn't have a year ago. The guy also had a grocery bag by his feet. Remmy walked up to him, feeling himself tense. \"Hey Pico,\" Remmy said, glad that his voice was normal. He didn't know what he felt towards the bunny-fox, but whatever it was, it was soaked with emotion.\n\n\tPico smiled, revealing canine teeth. \"Hey, Rems,\" he said. His voice held in it a note in it that Remmy couldn't decipher. \"How've you been?\"\n\n\tRemmy turned to the orange bunny-fox. \"You don't come here in a year and you suddenly want to know how I feel? I've been trying to get you out of my head for months, that's how I've been.\" Remmy suddenly dropped his backpack and without thinking, his hand reached forward. He grasped the collar of Pico's shirt and tugged on it. \"I should beat the shit out of you!\"\n\n\tPico's eyes flashed. He grabbed Remmy's wrist and softly, calmly, made Remmy let go of him. \"You're not mad at me, Rems. You're not mad at me.\"\n\n\tThe Dalmatian snorted. \"How do you know, you piece of fox-dung? You wrecked me! I can't even look at girls anymore!\"\n\n\tPico still held Remmy's hand, and he squeezed on it. \"Because we've been friends since high school. I know when you're mad at me and when you aren't, and I can tell right now, you're not mad at me. But you want to be.\" Remmy pulled his hand away, realizing that the orange guy was right. \"And about girls, well-\"\n\n\tRemmy cut him off, not wanting to be the victim of a lecture about such a topic. \"What do you want, Pico?\"\n\n\tPico sighed, seeming to deflate. \"I wanted to tell you...that I'm seeing someone,\" Pico said. \"He's another bunny.\" Remmy grunted.\n\n\t\"Good for you. But why would I care?\" the Dalmatian asked. His chest throbbed with a pressure that he couldn't understand.\n\n\tPico's eyes became gentle, and Remmy felt his spine tingle. \"Because we're still friends, and I know you're happy for me, that I found someone, even if you won't admit it to yourself. Also...do you remember what the weather was like...that...that morning?\"\n\n\tRemmy looked away. Of course he did; he remembered everything about that day. His dreams wouldn't let him forget. \"It was raining,\" Remmy said.\n\n\t\"It was a thunderstorm,\" Pico corrected. \"And you lent me your favorite jacket for the walk home.\" Pico reached down and grabbed the grocery bag. \"Here. I thought you would come over to talk about what happened, but you never did. So here, I'm returning your jacket.\"\n\n\tRemmy took the bag. Sure enough, his favorite leather trench coat was in it. \"Thanks,\" he said dryly. \"It's about time,\" he added.\n\n\tPico flinched. \"Ouch. So...why didn't you come over?\"\n\n\tRemmy's eyes flashed. \"Because I didn't know what had just happened...I still don't. I tried to forget...I tried so hard to forget you. Going over to your place would've been against my prerogative.\" Remmy said. His voice was no longer angry, but it was bitter. \"Do you know what it's like to not know what you are anymore? You did that to me, Pico. You made me loose who I was.\"\n\n\tPico shook his head. \"Of course I know what that's like. Nobody wants to be gay, Remmy, they just are.\"\n\n\tA fire built within Remmy. He brushed past Pico, the jacket in one hand his backpack in the other. His shoulder knocked Pico's as he passed. \"Leave me alone!\" Remmy barked.\n\n\tPico blinked. \"You're not mad at me Remmy, you're just scared. You're scared of accepting what you are. You know what you are, buddy, you're just afraid of it. I didn't make you lose who you are. I made you realize that you aren't who you thought you were.\"\n\n\tRemmy looked back at Pico. His eyes were red and his cheeks wet. \"Just...\"\n\n\t\"No. I won't go away, and I won't stop caring. Ever. You're my friend, Rems, and I will always be there to help you.\" Pico smiled, \"Even if you don't want me there.\"\n\n\tWith that, Pico turned around and walked away, the night swallowing him. Remmy turned to the apartment door and rammed his fist against the glass. Luckily, it held. \"Damn foxes...\" he swore through his tears.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Ch I

\tRemmy's tail thrashed in excitement. His breathing was rapid, his eyes wide with anticipation. In the darkness of the room, he could not even see his own Dalmatian pelt, never mind the one above him. Remmy's hands reached up, his pads touching the soft, sleek orange fur of the bunny-fox' chest. The bunny leaned over, his breath sweet, a mix of mint and lavender. His tongue teased at Remmy's lips, and Remmy's mouth opened, his own flat tongue meeting the other.

\tRemmy's legs wrapped around the bunny's waist, pulling him deeper into himself. His pads reached from the boy's chest up to his shoulders. The bunny-fox thrust again, and Remmy pulled with his arms and legs, forcing the other to enter him deeper than ever. He felt the bunny-fox shudder, and lights danced in Remmy's vision as well. The bunny's hands felt Remmy, pushing onto his chest for support as he thrust again and again into the tightness beneath Remmy's tail. With every movement, Remmy felt sensations that he had never felt before, his mind full of white lightning.

\tThe bunny's hands continued downwards and he adjusted his position, causing formerly untouched nerves within Remmy to flare. Remmy let out a sound then, half-way between a yip and a purr. The bunny's hands felt across Remmy's abdomen and then down even more. Remmy gasped as the bunny-fox's tender but firm grip wrapped around his throbbing knot. At the same time, the bunny leaned into what he was doing; his own knot had entered Remmy's soft warmness a long time ago, aided by the lubrication of the bunny's efforts. The bunny's chest came down, and Remmy felt his hardness press against the hot fur of the other's belly, the hairs tickling him as much as the pressure made him shiver.

\tThen, he felt every muscle in the bunny-fox tense, and the guy gripped Remmy's phallus with a tight grip, his other hand on the dog's chest. Remmy gyrated, and pulled the bunny into him. The bunny gave a whimpering sound, drenched in a solution of both pleasure and exhaustion. Remmy gasped again, a bestial exclamation, as the hard, knotted cock within him convulsed. Then his breath turned into a feeble rattle as his own penis writhed.

\tAs the bunny came within him, so too did Remmy finish. They both held each other, both of them tense, both of them holding on like riders in a storm. The warmness within Remmy retreated, and as the hard, foxy knot left Remmy, his claws dug into the bunny's shoulders in ecstasy. The bunny-fox leaned back, releasing Remmy and bringing his muzzle away from the dog's. Although, his scent still remained in Remmy's mouth and nose like a cloud of rose petals. Remmy felt his hair rise along his arms as he felt the warm, viscous semen leak slowly out of him, dripping like salty, white syrup.

\tHe let his arms fall to the bed and he realized he had been holding his breath. He took in a breath of oxygen and sat up, every part of his body both tingling with energy and yet tired. The bunny grinned, and Remmy followed his gaze to see that there was a messy canine paint of white on the bunny-fox's abdomen. It matted his orange fur like glue. Remmy yelped playfully as the bunny-fox fell onto him, nuzzling his nose under Remmy's chin, their cocks rubbing together even though they were both worn. Remmy wrapped his arms around the bunny and sighed in tranquility, leaning back against the pillows. He felt the rise and fall of the boy's chest and his nose was stranded amid the humidity of the fox's sweet breath and the musk that has permeated the room. Their breathing slowly became regular.

\tThen, the fox pushed himself up from Remmy and licked his bottom lip on the way. He rolled out of the bed and rose to his feet. With a backward, wistful glance, he made his way to the room adjacent to Remmy's, the bathroom. Remmy sat up again, realizing that he had gone to shower.

\tThe Dalmatian’s hands rose to his face and he ran his fingers through his long, navy-blue hair. "What have I just done?" Remmy asked the cosmos, and in reply, he felt ejaculate leak out from beneath his tail.
*
\tRemmy awoke to the sound of his alarm clock going off. As the dog tried to activate his limbs, his mind was still immersed in the vast waters of the dream world. He reached over deafly and clumsily, hitting the clock off with his palm instead of his fingers. Remmy knew he was not a graceful morning person. He sat up in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He kicked his blanket way from him with his feet as he tried to wake up. Something was off....

\tRemmy looked between his legs to see that he had full, raging morning wood, and his blanket was buttered with wisps of pre-ejaculate. Remmy flinched as he realized the power of his dream. It wasn't a dream as far as dreams being a simple created world; this dream had been a memory, and he'd been having it more frequently as of late.

\tRemmy swung his legs over the edge of the bed, willing his boner to go away. It had been a year ago, when he and his classmate had shared that night of passion, a night that was forever burned into Remmy's mind. And Remmy had been unsure about himself ever since.

\tHe was unsure because he wasn't gay...or, up until that night, he hadn't even considered it. Now, he wasn't so certain. Since then, he had not been able to think of himself as straight anymore, and he couldn't look at other guys the same. His mind had been a mass of confusion since then as he had tried to figure it out. He had even been able to put the incident out of his head and was able to be with girls.

\tUntil the dreams had started a few months ago, memories of that night. The same every time, the same sensations, the same pleasure. When he awoke, the same physical reaction from his body as well. He had tried to be with a few girls after that- they liked athletes and he could get one into bed with a little of his charm- but he hadn't been able to perform. He didn't find them as attractive anymore. The bunny-fox had gotten into his head.

\tRemmy got out of bed and his clock went off as soon as his feet hit the ground. He jumped, smacking his foot off of the bedside table. He cursed in frustration, realizing that he had hit the snooze button instead of the off switch. He reached over again and hammered the switch, his anger causing the plastic top of the digital clock to crack in the shape of a spider's web. Remmy turned around and made his way out of his room to the bathroom, and his mind sparked in resentment as he realized he was following the path the bunny-fox had taken to the shower.
*
\tThe whistle sounded, its piercing frequency scorching Remmy's sensitive ears. On instinct, he leaped into the water, feeling the familiar wetness run through his fur and dampen it, touching his skin and cooling him. He was at home here. His feet and arms worked without his conscious thought; they were used to this, and they could do it without his focus. The others swam beside him on both sides, six of them in their own lanes; his college swim team. They were good, he knew, but he was the best. He even outstripped the beaver at the far left end.

\tHe reached the end of his lane and turned, his foot pads reaching and coiling up against the pool's wall. He released, firing himself back towards the coach like a rocket. He wasn't the most fit of them all, he wasn't super skinny or super-strong...but he was talented, and he had the best technique of any of them. In a sport like competitive swimming, technique was more important than a perfect body; he flew through the water like he was born in it. He had put countless hours into this, into learning the tricks of reducing drag, on what his muscles should do, and his hard work had paid off. Hard work always beat natural talent, Remmy knew, and he was both talented and a hard worker.

\tHe reached the end of the pool, his chest rising out of the water like a seal's, and he propelled himself onto the deck before his closest rival even touched the pool's edge. He stared up at the coach, his breathing heavy, and water pouring down his limbs. "How was that?" he asked, wanting to know if he had improved from Friday's time.

\tThe coach, a tall, beer gutted grizzly, looked down with a smirk. "Not bad. You bested yourself by .4 seconds." Remmy beamed; he was getting better. "But y'know, you could reduce drag by cutting that mop."

\tRemmy reached up to his long, blue hair and rang it out with both hands like a towel; it was well past his shoulders. "I know, Coach Allen. But I like it long."

\tAllen shrugged. "Suit yourself. But when the tourney starts, wear a cap or something. You're good, but you're not the best in the world. Any advantage you can get is a good one." Remmy nodded, and Allen went to go tell the other swimmers their times.

\tTen minutes later, Remmy's swim trunks were tossed into his change room locker. Naked, he made his way to the showers. The others were there, already getting clean. Remmy's eyebrows rose as he saw that the wrestling team had joined them, fresh from their own practice. He made his way to the closest open shower and pressed it on, feeling the warm water trickle down his body. It struck his head first, washing chlorine out of his blue hair and then became a deluge over the rest of his body. Remmy's mouth opened, letting the water calm his sore body; he was a good swimmer, but that didn't mean it was easy. He reached for the bottle of soap on the ledge under the showerhead. His pads, wet and clumsy from fatigue, grabbed the neck of the bottle only to have it slip from his grip. Remmy grimaced, realizing that he had literally dropped the soap.

\tHe bent down, grabbing the bulk of the bottle with a more deliberate grip. As he raised his head to get up, his muzzle hit a pair of furry, white testicles. Remmy backed up, feeling his loins stir against his will. He felt his cheeks burn and was silently glad that he had fur to hide his blush. "I'm sorry-" Remmy started. Then he saw who he had accidentally run into. A ripped, white wolf stood there, with tiger-like stripes on his thighs and biceps. "Oh...Hi Nox."

\tNox had an amused look, but he didn't mention what had just happened. He also didn't seem to notice that Remmy was no longer completely soft. "Hey Spots," Nox growled. He had a deep voice, like the rumble of distant thunder. He was also pretty tall, almost eye-level with Remmy. He reached forewords, poking one of Remmy's blue Dalmatian spots in a teasing way. "I don't think we've ever done this before. The wrestling and swim teams practicing on the same day, I mean."

\tRemmy nodded; Nox was on the wrestling team. "Yeah, we got our time changed to an hour earlier this week. Coach Allen has something going on I think, but I be damned if I know what it is." Remmy poured the liquid soap into his hand and then tossed the bottle to Nox. With unexpected agility for someone with such mass, Nox snatched it out of the air with his maw. Remmy smiled at the canine catch and began to wash himself. Sharing the same shower, Nox began to do the same. Remmy counted the tiles on the wall, refusing to let himself watch Nox wash himself; he knew what might happen if he did, and he didn't want that. He would die of the embarrassment.

\t"You got plans later?" asked Nox through his mass of white hair which fell in a white curtain over his face at the moment. He had longer hair then Remmy; it fell to the middle of his back. It usually hid the intricate black pattern of fur on Nox's back, a very tribal-looking mark.

\tRemmy's tail twitched as he realized he was looking at Nox's back. He moved his gaze back to the wall awkwardly. "Not really," Remmy answered. It was true; he had a paper due the next day, but that was nearly done, only about an hour of work or so, which he could do when he got back to his apartment. "Why? You asking me on a date?" The words left Remmy's mouth before he thought about them. His hand shot up to his mouth to close it forcefully. He berated himself mentally.

\tNox chuckled. "Not quite, Remmy. Me and some guys are going to Babylon's later. You wanna come? I'll buy you a drink." Nox placed the bottle back on the ledge softly.

\tRemmy sighed as he realized that Nox had thought that he'd been joking. "Um...sure I guess." Remmy answered. He wasn't really doing anything anyway, and if Nox was willing to buy him a drink, he would take the gift. He didn't go to Babylon's often, but he liked it. The bar was owned by a fun raccoon that always was having some special or discount. He didn't know how he knew, but he remembered that tonight was ladies' night. A smile struck Remmy's lips as he realized why Nox and the other were going.

\t"Good boy," Nox chuckled again. He reached around and he rubbed Remmy's hair until it was all messy. "Remember Spots, canines are social. Sometimes I think you're a cat." With that, Nox walked out of the shower and made his way to the lockers. Remmy caught himself looking at the wolf's tail as he walked away, and his face burned again. He leaned over, smacking his forehead off of the tiles beneath the shower.

\tWhat the hell is wrong with me? He thought sourly.
*
\tRemmy stopped outside of his building's front door and his heart skipped. The person sitting on the steps rose to his feet, his orange fur catching the setting sun fiercely. He wore a tight, white shirt and a pair of loose, scruffy blue jeans. His bunny ears were pulled back like a ponytail, and he brushed his brown hair out of his eyes. His canine muzzle spread into a grin. Remmy grunted to himself when he noticed that the guy now had two gold rings in one of his ears; earrings that he didn't have a year ago. The guy also had a grocery bag by his feet. Remmy walked up to him, feeling himself tense. "Hey Pico," Remmy said, glad that his voice was normal. He didn't know what he felt towards the bunny-fox, but whatever it was, it was soaked with emotion.

\tPico smiled, revealing canine teeth. "Hey, Rems," he said. His voice held in it a note in it that Remmy couldn't decipher. "How've you been?"

\tRemmy turned to the orange bunny-fox. "You don't come here in a year and you suddenly want to know how I feel? I've been trying to get you out of my head for months, that's how I've been." Remmy suddenly dropped his backpack and without thinking, his hand reached forward. He grasped the collar of Pico's shirt and tugged on it. "I should beat the shit out of you!"

\tPico's eyes flashed. He grabbed Remmy's wrist and softly, calmly, made Remmy let go of him. "You're not mad at me, Rems. You're not mad at me."

\tThe Dalmatian snorted. "How do you know, you piece of fox-dung? You wrecked me! I can't even look at girls anymore!"

\tPico still held Remmy's hand, and he squeezed on it. "Because we've been friends since high school. I know when you're mad at me and when you aren't, and I can tell right now, you're not mad at me. But you want to be." Remmy pulled his hand away, realizing that the orange guy was right. "And about girls, well-"

\tRemmy cut him off, not wanting to be the victim of a lecture about such a topic. "What do you want, Pico?"

\tPico sighed, seeming to deflate. "I wanted to tell you...that I'm seeing someone," Pico said. "He's another bunny." Remmy grunted.

\t"Good for you. But why would I care?" the Dalmatian asked. His chest throbbed with a pressure that he couldn't understand.

\tPico's eyes became gentle, and Remmy felt his spine tingle. "Because we're still friends, and I know you're happy for me, that I found someone, even if you won't admit it to yourself. Also...do you remember what the weather was like...that...that morning?"

\tRemmy looked away. Of course he did; he remembered everything about that day. His dreams wouldn't let him forget. "It was raining," Remmy said.

\t"It was a thunderstorm," Pico corrected. "And you lent me your favorite jacket for the walk home." Pico reached down and grabbed the grocery bag. "Here. I thought you would come over to talk about what happened, but you never did. So here, I'm returning your jacket."

\tRemmy took the bag. Sure enough, his favorite leather trench coat was in it. "Thanks," he said dryly. "It's about time," he added.

\tPico flinched. "Ouch. So...why didn't you come over?"

\tRemmy's eyes flashed. "Because I didn't know what had just happened...I still don't. I tried to forget...I tried so hard to forget you. Going over to your place would've been against my prerogative." Remmy said. His voice was no longer angry, but it was bitter. "Do you know what it's like to not know what you are anymore? You did that to me, Pico. You made me loose who I was."

\tPico shook his head. "Of course I know what that's like. Nobody wants to be gay, Remmy, they just are."

\tA fire built within Remmy. He brushed past Pico, the jacket in one hand his backpack in the other. His shoulder knocked Pico's as he passed. "Leave me alone!" Remmy barked.

\tPico blinked. "You're not mad at me Remmy, you're just scared. You're scared of accepting what you are. You know what you are, buddy, you're just afraid of it. I didn't make you lose who you are. I made you realize that you aren't who you thought you were."

\tRemmy looked back at Pico. His eyes were red and his cheeks wet. "Just..."

\t"No. I won't go away, and I won't stop caring. Ever. You're my friend, Rems, and I will always be there to help you." Pico smiled, "Even if you don't want me there."

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