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So yeah, I decided to write a prequel story involving the fathers of the Calrin and Justin series, but set when they were younger. Why? ...well why not. :P I tried to flesh it out more than my usual fare... and that, combined with working a holiday schedule at Walmart, plus Midwest FurFest put me hilariously behind schedule... so enjoy the Christmas gift! :P", "writing": "Early morning, and the alarm was going off. But the two figures in the bed were still asleep; a blonde, red-furred fox snuggled up to a gray-furred raccoon with black hair. The lack of response and the loud blaring of the alarm caused an older, female raccoon with similar fur as the one in the bed to come up to the door.\n\n“Boys, wake up. You're going to be late!” She called out.\n\nThe red fox shifted as he woke up, a loud yawn escaped his mouth and he sat up, rubbing his eyes.\n\n“I thought it was Friday...” He said.\n\nThe female sighed and shook her head. “Nope, Monday, Patrick.”\n\nShe then noticed Patrick's attire as the sheet fell from his body, and closed her eyes before addressing him again.\n\n“I don't mind that you two are a couple,” The elder began, “But please tell me you put underwear on after, at least.”\n\nPatrick chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry, Mrs. Mathis...”\n\nMrs. Mathis sighed heavily and smiled a bit. “Well, the sheets need to be washed anyway. Would you mind waking your boyfriend up for me, please?”\n\nPatrick nodded at Mrs. Mathis, and she smiled and walked away. Patrick looked down at the sleeping form of his lover and poked at his nose.\n\n“Hey, you big lug, wake up.” He prodded.\n\nThe raccoon turned over and mumbled in his sleep. “Five more minutes, mom...”\n\nPatrick sighed and pushed the raccoon back over. “Dammit Greg, wake up.”\n\nGreg huffed and sat up, stretching as his body woke up. “...What time is it?”\n\nThe red fox threw a shirt at his boyfriend and slipped out of bed. “It's lazy-o'clock, now get up.”\n\nGreg groaned and rolled out of bed and grabbed a towel off the floor. “I'm gonna shower... don't join me this time.”\n\nPatrick rubbed his back, wincing a little. “Oh don't worry, I learned my lesson... you need a bigger shower.”\n\nGreg sighed and shook his head and walked out of the room, leaving Patrick alone to gather his stuff up. When both of them were finished getting ready, they made their way downstairs and into the kitchen, where Greg's mother was cleaning up from breakfast.\n\n“Dad left already?” Greg asked.\n\n“Yeah, they called him in early today.” Mrs. Mathis replied, washing out a cup. “As did Mary.”\n\nPatrick poked his head around the corner, his messy blonde hair slipping over his face. “Did you save anything for us, Mrs. M?”\n\nThe female smirked and wagged the soaked cloth at the two. “Maybe if you two lovebirds had been up sooner.”\n\nThe fox stuck his tongue out in response, only to be shoved out of the way by Greg.\n\n“Sorry about that, mom. We can eat at school.” The mop-headed raccoon replied.\n\n“Speaking of which,” Mrs. Mathis added, glancing towards a clock, “You need to leave.”\n\n“Right, let's go!” Greg said as he hurried out the door, dragging poor Patrick along with him.\n\nAlthough they were both the legal age to drive, they preferred walking, as the school was just down the hill from where they lived. As they went along, Patrick hopped onto some rocks and supports, balancing himself as he walked.\n\n“You know you look stupid doing that while going [i]downhill[/i], right?” Greg asked him.\n\n“Yeah, well, I live dangerously.” Patrick replied.\n\n“Really? Well, I wonder if you'll change your tune when I tell your folks about how you broke your arm when you fall?” Greg shot back, grinning at his boyfriend.\n\nWith an annoyed groan, the red fox hopped back onto the sidewalk, his expression unamused.\n\n“You're an ass, Greg.” He said.\n\n“Yeah, I know.” Greg replied with an upbeat smile. “Speaking of...” He added, his voice trailing as his eyes glanced downwards, “Feelin' any better after last night?”\n\nPatrick looked taken aback from the question and blushed, rubbing over his rump. “Well, I'm used to it by now. Speaking of which...”\n\nThe raccoon smirked and gave his fox a wink. “Not on your life, Patty.”\n\nThe red fox grumbled and hung his head a little as they finally made it to school. Despite being late, it was clear from all of the furs still heading into the main building that they were still early enough. The two ran through the hallway, reaching the last room before the stairs, Greg's paw slamming on the handle... only to find it locked. Patrick sighed and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it swung open, an old, gruff looking hound standing in front of it.\n\n“Well, well, Daniels and Mathis... glad you two decided to join us.” He greeted them roughly.\n\n“Sorry, Mr. Gaden... lug here overslept.” Patrick said, pointing his thumb at Greg.\n\n“You're the one who wanted to stay at my place ya know...” Greg replied.\n\nMr. Gaden sighed and stepped out of the way. “Only a minute late this time... I'll let it slide this time.”\n\nThe two teens nodded and took their seats at the back of the room, both of them being sat next to each other. Once they were at their desks, the elderly hound cleared his throat and turned to write on the chalkboard.\n\n“As I was saying...” Mr. Gaden began, “This class will be receiving a new student today.”\n\nWhile some of the students had their interests peaked, a few of them, Patrick included, let out audible groans. Mr. Gaden gave an abrupt frown before continuing.\n\n“..Quite. Anyway... I expect you to treat him with the respect you would treat anyone else.”\n\nAs Mr. Gaden continued his dialogue, Patrick motioned to Greg and clapped his digits together to simulate a yapping mouth, making Greg sigh and shake his head with a slight smile. Mr. Gaden huffed and put down his chalk after writing the words “HOMEROOM ROOM 124: NEW STUDENT. RETURN HERE AFTER LUNCH FOR HISTORY. TOPIC: WAR OF 1812.”\n\n“He'll be here shortly.” Mr. Gaden finished before sitting at his desk and pulling a book out to read.\n\nAfter that, he left the class to their own devices for the half-hour Homeroom period. Greg pulled out a Game Boy and loaded it up, kicking his feet up on his desk as he started playing.\n\n“You brought that thing?” Patrick asked, mildly surprised.\n\n“Yeah, and?” Greg asked, not looking away from the screen as he played.\n\n“Only kids and nerds play that stuff.”\n\n“M rating.”\n\nPatrick looked at Greg in confusion, prompting Greg to glance at the fox and smirk before focusing back on his game.\n\n“Games have ratings now.” Greg said, “Have since... I dunno, five years ago?”\n\nPatrick sighed and pulled out a magazine that the cover indicated to be about graffiti. “Whatever.”\n\nMr. Gaden's eyes scanned the room as that, as well as other various conversations went on. As long as nothing turned violent, he didn't seem to care. A knock on the door broke his focus and made the hound walk over. After pulling the blinds up a bit to see who was on the other side, he stepped outside, drawing the notice of his class.\n\n“Huh, Old Gaden never leaves during homeroom.” A male otter at the front of the class said.\n\n“Must be that 'new student' he mentioned.” A female skunk added.\n\n“Oh lord here we go...” Patrick muttered under his breath, not looking up from his magazine.\n\nAnd with that, Mr. Gaden stepped back into the room and cleared his throat. “Alright, you teenaged reprobates, I want you to meet your new classmate... and yes, I do mean [i]classmate[/i], not [i]punching bag[/i].”\n\nThose last words seemed to be directed at a muscular ram in the middle of the room if Mr. Gaden's eyes were any indication. The ram merely shrugged a half-assed shrug and kicked back at his desk. Mr. Gaden sighed and swung the door open. A white face poked itself in before quickly retreating. The fur it belonged to then slowly stepped in.\n\nThe boy was an arctic fox, thin, but not unhealthily so. His hair, which was combed into a sweep, was the same color as his fur, itself as white as the snow. He wore a light blue, button down shirt, which was tucked into a pair of khakis, held up with a black belt, and he wore dress shoes, not sneakers. The only thing that really stuck out about him were his bright green eyes. He held his bag to his chest, and glanced around the room nervously.\n\n“G-good day, everyone...” he began, a sharp accent immediately apparent on his voice. “My name's Henry Bolfrey, and my family just moved here from Essex, in England.”\n\nMr. Gaden nodded in approval and motioned a paw. “Anything else, Mr. Bolfrey?”\n\nThe young arctic fox nodded quickly at the hound before turning back towards the class. “Um...”\n\n“We'll find out about him through the year, Gaden.” A female leopard near the back of the room piped up.\n\nThe hound grunted and walked back to his desk. “Very well. Take a seat, Mr. Bolfrey.”\n\nHenry nodded slowly and looked around the room, before finding an empty desk next to Patrick. The fox smiled a bit and walked over to take his seat. Patrick heard commotion next to him and finally looked up.\n\n“So, you're a Brit, huh?” He asked.\n\nHenry jolted a bit and nodded in reply as he turned towards the red fox. “OH! Um... yes I am.”\n\nPatrick shrugged and went back to his magazine. “Be careful then.”\n\nHenry just looked at the red fox in confusion before shrugging and sitting down at his desk. Patrick glanced up at him again and saw that he had pulled out a notebook and was starting to take some notes. The red fox grumbled a bit and leaned towards his boyfriend.\n\n“Greg, help, I'm sitting next to a nerd...” he whispered.\n\nThe raccoon pushed one of his big paws against Patrick, making the red fox grimace a bit. “Yeah, and you're talking to one now.” He replied as he pushed Patrick back into position.\n\nBefore the red fox could muster a reply, the entire room was alerted by a familiar sound.\n\n[b][i]*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*[/i][/b]\n\nMr. Gaden got up and swung the door open for his students, barely even looking at them as he filed them out. “Let's go everyone, out, out. Get to class.”\n\nThe day after that point went relatively slow. In chemistry, Greg wound up nearly burning his clothes when his coat got too close to the burner, causing a minor panic. For second period electives, Patrick split off for yearbook design, Greg for videography, and Henry had to pick the last one left open: drama.\n\nThe class met up again for algebra, in which a pop quiz was sprung on them, which Henry managed to avoid due to being new. The last period before lunch was P.E., which consisted of learning and playing dodgeball. Despite being a thin piece of work, Henry was able to hold his own with other teens both fast and strong. However, he wasn't so lucky in the locker room.\n\nHenry was just finished changing out of the school's P.E. Uniform, tying his shoes on the bench, when he felt himself get shoved onto the floor.\n\n“That's where you belong, biscuit-muncher: at the feet of Americans.”\n\nHenry whimpered and looked up at his assailant. It was a rather tall and bulky tiger, his orange and black fur was short and slick, easily showing off his build. Flanking him on either side were a lanky, blonde hyena, and a stout, broad bear.\n\n“I... I didn't do anything to you!” Henry blurted out.\n\nThe tiger smirked and pulled Henry up, a malicious look on his face.\n\n“You just talked back to me, limey. That's grounds for a shit-kicking.” He growled out.\n\n“Yeah, let's make him want to go back to London.” The bear said.\n\nAll the hyena did was cackle madly.\n\nThe tiger let out a menacing laugh and pulled back his paw, curling it into a fist. He went to bring it forward, to deck Henry in the face... only to feel something stop him. The group of bullies turned around to see Patrick clenching the tiger's fist.\n\n“Lyle Dylandy, you piece of shit, how's it goin'?” Patrick snidely greeted.\n\n“Well, well, if it isn't one of the skater punks.” Lyle replied, pulling his fist away, but baring his teeth now. “What do you want, skater trash?”\n\nPatrick smirked and shrugged, shaking his head. “You're stooping pretty low this time, quarterback. Trying to cause an international incident?”\n\nThe red fox yipped as Lyle picked him up by the collar of his shirt, lifting him a good few inches off the ground.\n\n“How I conduct my business ain't any concern of yours. Now get back on your little board and skate to lunch, or me and the boys are gonna make sure your precious board winds up jammed up your ass.”\n\nDespite being scared for his life, Patrick sneered and narrowed his eyes in return. “Oh, shame I didn't bring it today.”\n\nLyle growled and slammed Patrick rather firmly into the lockers the tiger's muzzle getting rather close to Patrick's, growling audibly.\n\n“Well, there's other ways to deal with you.” He retorted in a very sinister way.\n\nPatrick whimpered and looked down at Henry, who was also being dragged up by the hyena.\n\n“Hey, QB, how do you wanna handle this pale bastard?” he asked.\n\n“Bind his paws and let him have a swirly... I know how much you like that, Donny.”\n\nDonny, the hyena, cackled maniacally and opened the locker next to Henry, and pulled out a shirt, coiling it up. As he started to bind Henry's paws, a big black paw slammed down on the locker next to him.\n\n“Hey, you football fuckers, paws off the Brit.” Greg growled.\n\nLyle looked over the whole scene now... it was even numbers. He didn't do even numbers. The tiger growled and dropped Patrick, stomping off.\n\n“Donny, Brock, leave 'em.” He commanded.\n\nAs the hyena and bear followed their ringleader out, Greg shook his head and sighed, walking over to Patrick and Henry, rubbing the back of his head.\n\n“You were handling that well.” He told Patrick.\n\n“I don't need your sarcasm, Greg.” Patrick replied, catching his breath. “Thanks for the save.”\n\nGreg smiled and pat Patrick on the shoulder. “It’s what goalies do.”\n\nHenry walked up and whimpered a bit, the fox looking up at the taller male. “I... I mean... thank you.” He said. “But... why? Why would you help me?”\n\nGreg smiled warmly and turned towards the arctic. “Look... Henry, right? Lyle is a jackass. It's gotten to the point where the football and soccer teams – I'm on the soccer team by the way – are sort of in a cold war. If we see them causing shit, we stop it. And, well... you're new. You don't need that crap.”\n\nHenry smiled and nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his head. “Well... thank you.”\n\nGreg nodded and gave him a thumbs up. “Stick with me, Henry, and you'll be fine.”\n\nThe arctic fox rubbed the back of his head and turned to walk out of the locker room. The couple watched him walk out and felt a bit warm.\n\n“Looks like we made a friend.” Greg snarked.\n\n“We did?” Patrick relied.\n\nThe two of them chuckled and made their own way out. The rest of the day after that event was... uneventful. After lunch was history back with Mr. Gaden, followed by Social Studies, and finally Literature to close out the day. As the final bell of the day rang, Henry, Greg, and Patrick went to pack up.\n\n“So... Henry, you have anyone else attending school with you?” Patrick asked.\n\n“...What do you mean?” A confused Henry asked.\n\n“He means like family, or something.” Greg replied.\n\nBefore Henry could reply, a soccer ball rolled towards them. Greg stopped it with his foot and looked for where it came from. That's when another fox ran up. Like Henry, he was an arctic, but his hair was a dark, silvery gray, and he looked slightly younger than the other.\n\n“Sorry, sorry! That's mine!” The fox called out as he ran over.\n\n“...Chadwin, why do you have a football?” Henry asked.\n\n“Henry? Oh! Well, I'm gonna try out for the football team!” Chadwin replied with a grin.\n\nGreg smirked and kicked the ball back to Chadwin. “Well, the[i] soccer[/i] team could always use fresh blood... but you should really learn to control the ball.”\n\nChadwin blinked a bit and chuckled. “Right! I forgot... football is something else here.” The younger arctic turned to his elder. “So, Henry, will you let mother and father know I won't be home until later?”\n\nHenry nodded a bit and pat his brother on the shoulder. “I'll tell them, don't worry. Now go have fun.”\n\nThe younger fox grinned and ran off, after scooping his ball up. Patrick chuckled a bit and playfully smacked Henry on the back. “So he's your brother, huh?”\n\nHenry staggered a bit from getting pushed and nodded. “Yeah... my younger brother.”\n\nGreg crossed his arms and watched as Chadwin excitedly put his name on the flier hanging on the bulletin board. “I hope he makes the team then.”\n\nHenry nodded a bit and turned towards the two. “So... um... can I hang out with you guys today? I... kind of owe you.”\n\nGreg blinked and rubbed the back of his head, glancing briefly at Patrick, who kind of just shrugged in reply.\n\n“Y-yeah, I guess you can.” Greg replied. “We were going to head back to my place. You should call your parents when you get there.”\n\nHenry nodded and walked out with the both of them. As they made their way out of the front door, they saw a tall, thin, adult red fox standing in front of a white Ford Mustang, his light brown hair tied into a ponytail.\n\n“...Dad?” Patrick greeted, “Mom didn't say you were gonna pick me up today.”\n\n“I'm not.” Patrick's dad said, before tossing his son the keys, “I brought you the car. Don't you usually pick up your buddy on Mondays?”\n\n“Oh, right!” Greg replied, snapping his fingers. He then turned back around towards Henry. “We need to pick up our friend August first. If you still want to hang with us, you're coming with us.”\n\nHenry nodded slowly, but with affirmation. “I'm OK with that.”\n\nPatrick smirked and ran into the front seat. “Alright, dudes! Let's do this!”\n\nGreg laughed and slid into the front passenger seat. Before Henry got in, he turned to Mr. Daniels, tilting his head.\n\n“But how will you get home now?” The arctic asked.\n\nMr. Daniels smiled and stretched out a bit. “I'm still young, I can walk. It's not far.”\n\nHenry scratched the back of his head and shrugged before joining the car. Once he was inside, Patrick grinned and spun a CD on his finger.\n\n“Alright, party people! Get ready for some [i]real[/i] music!” He called out.\n\nHenry stared in utter confusion as Patrick slid the CD in and started the car. After a few seconds of silence, loud, pulsing guitars and drums filled the car, and Patrick started headbanging as he drove. Greg kind of just leaned back and smiled, but Henry was clutching his ears, especially as Patrick started to sing.\n\n“[i]As I was goin' over / The Cork and Kerry Mountains / I saw Captain Farrell / And his money he was countin'![/i]”\n\nThe abusive metal cover of the Irish tune continued until they pulled up to an elementary school that was letting out. Henry glanced out the window and saw an orange tabby cat with short ginger hair and glasses walking over. Patrick finally lowered the volume to tolerable levels as he waved him over.\n\n“August, man, good to see ya dude!” Patrick greeted.\n\nAugust chuckled as he slid into the last remaining seat, setting his bag on the floor. “Thanks for picking me up, Patrick, Greg.”\n\nGreg nodded and pointed out Henry. “August, meet Henry. He's new... and British.”\n\nUpon hearing the word “British”, August's face lit up, the young tabby leaning a bit closer. “You're from England? Fantastic! I'm such a big fan of all those shows! [i]Blake's 7, Doctor Who, Red Dwarf[/i], all of it!”\n\nHenry chuckled slightly and gently pushed August back. “Ok, ok, easy there. I appreciate it... but how about we do a proper introduction, hmm? My name's Henry Bolfrey.”\n\nHenry offered the feline a paw to shake, which he graciously accepted. “Sorry, sorry. I'm August Delio. Nice to meet you, Henry!” August replied with a youthful fervor.\n\nThe rest of the car ride was rather smooth from there, with Henry and August nerding it out over British shows. After a ten minute drive, they finally reached August's house, dropping him off before turning back around for home... and on [i]that[/i] drive, Patrick started blaring music again.\n\nAfter a long journey, they finally arrived home. The door to the Mathis house opened rather quickly as the three teenagers made their way inside. Greg dropped his backpack at the door and went over to the couch, dropping onto it with a lazy plop.\n\n“Ugh... weekend, here I come...” The raccoon muttered into the cushions.\n\n The adult sitting in the recliner glanced up from his [i]TV Guide [/i]and shook his head.\n\n“I don't see how you have any right to be tired, Greg, you don't work.” He said.\n\nGreg lifted his head to look at his father and grimaced. “And I don't plan to until I'm out of college, dad.”\n\n“Seems silly to wait that long...” Henry chimed in, “I mean, wouldn't it help pay for your university?”\n\nGreg's father smirked and stood up, tucking the guide under his arm. “Greg finally made a friend who values work ethic it seems.”\n\nHenry blushed a bit and nodded. “Yessir. My name's Henry.”\n\n“Frank Mathis.” Greg's father replied. “So tell me, Henry, what're ya, British?”\n\nThe arctic nodded and rubbed the back of his head. “Just moved to America this week, sir.”\n\n“Sir... I wasn't in the military, boy.” Frank replied.\n\nHenry chuckled nervously and looked down at the floor. “Sorry si-... Mr. Mathis.”\n\nPatrick leaned forward and cleared his throat. “Ok, dude, I don't mean to interrupt the moment here, but Henry really oughta call his folks and let them know he's here.”\n\nGreg's mother poked her head out from the kitchen, glasses on and pencil in her ears. “So you'll be staying for dinner then, Henry?”\n\nThe arctic blinked and nodded his head at Mrs. Mathis. “Yes, ma'am... if that's ok... I need to tell them my brother will be late too.”\n\nMrs. Mathis nodded and smiled. “Of course. Phone's in here, I suggest you call now.”\n\nThe teen nodded and made his way to the kitchen to make the call. While he went off, Mr. Mathis turned his attention to Patrick. “I assume you're staying too, Patrick?”\n\nThe red fox nodded and stretched a bit. “Just for dinner. I've already spent the night last night, I don't wanna push it.”\n\nThe adult male made his way back into his recliner and shrugged, loosening his tie. “I quite frankly don't care, just keep the sheets clean.”\n\nGreg blushed a little and shot up. “Yeah so I'm going to head upstairs. Coming with me, fire-fur?”\n\n“Imma make you eat those words, monochrome.” Patrick shot back.\n\nGreg smirked and dashed up the stairs, with Patrick quickly giving chase. The two teenaged boys ran down the hall. Before they made it to Greg's room, however, they Greg bumped into a figure stepping out of the bathroom, knocking them over.\n\n“Greg, you jerk! Be careful!”\n\nGreg blinked and looked down as he collected himself. He had knocked over his younger sister Mary, her dark brown hair unraveling from the towel it was wrapped in.\n\n“Mary, really... washing your hair after school?” Greg asked.\n\nThe adolescent stood up and grabbed the brush that fell over of her paws and picked it up to brush her hair. “You would too if you got sprayed with soda.”\n\n“She... has a point, Greg.” Patrick brought up as he shook his head, to send his wild blonde hair flying about, “Gotta keep the locks fresh.”\n\nGreg glared at Patrick before helping to pick up Mary's towel. “I'm sorry, Mary... I'll try to be more careful.”\n\nMary huffed and took the towel back as she made her way to her room. “You better be. You two queers can wait to fuck.”\n\nMary slammed her door rather sharply in front of the two. Patrick laughed and smacked Greg on the back.\n\n“You sure do love your family, don't ya, Greg?” He snarked.\n\nGreg growled a little and pushed Patrick into the room, throwing him onto the bed, making the red fox yip and land eagle-spread on his back.\n\n“Yeah, well,” Greg brought up as he climbed on top of Patrick, noses pressing against each other, “You're the one I stick my dick in, just remember that.”\n\nPatrick grinned and squirmed a bit under his wider boyfriend. “You wouldn't hurt me anyway, Mathis, you're too soft.”\n\nGreg smirked and traced a finger down Patrick's body. “Don't tempt me, Daniels.”\n\nGreg then pressed his lips to Patrick's, hugging onto him. Patrick grinned and returned the gesture, the two of them locking lips and making out. Greg reached down and started to grind a paw firmly against the crotch of Patrick's pants, making the fox gasp into the kiss, allowing Greg to work his tongue in, slurping on his boyfriend's. The two of them started to get lost in the moment, blushes covering their faces as they made out, Patrick starting to fondle Greg in turn...\n\nThe sound of heavy objects dropping to the floor made the two of them snap out of it and quickly pull away. Their eyes turned towards the door, where Henry was standing. He had a paw over his muzzle, his eyes wide in shock, and his face was pink with blush.\n\n“O-oh my God... I'm so sorry.” He stammered out. “I-I didn't... I mean...”\n\n“...Henry, um...” Greg began, his voice quickly trailing off though, as he had nothing really to say in defense.\n\n“W-well... this, uh... answers the question I was going to ask...” Henry stammered out as he gathered up his backpack and set it on Greg's desk.\n\n“So you knew then?” Patrick asked in legitimate surprise.\n\n“I... kind of had a guess.” Henry replied.\n\nThe fox and raccoon pulled themselves from each other and looked down at the bed. The three of them sat there in the room in very awkward silence for at least a minute before Henry finally spoke up.\n\n“So... what's it like?”\n\n“What’s... what like?” Greg asked in return.\n\n“...Well... gay sex specifically, but I guess sex in general...” Henry prodded.\n\n“Oh god, you're a virgin, aren't you, Henry?” Patrick asked, smirking a little.\n\n“That's not a[i] bad[/i] thing!” Henry retorted, blushing a bit.\n\nGreg sighed and shrugged. “Well, no, but you're kinda missing out.”\n\nThe arctic fox clenched his fists and shifted in the desk chair before continuing the line of thought. “Well then... show me.”\n\nPatrick and Greg glanced at each other, confusion on their faces as Henry spoke again.\n\n“Did I stutter, yanks? I want to know what sex is like.”\n\nThe timid fox giving such direct language made Greg and Patrick jolt a little. The two of them smirked and sat up to face Henry directly.\n\n“You're sure about that, Henry?” Greg asked.\n\n“Yeah, little Brit, you're asking to get laid. By guys.” Patrick added.\n\nHenry's eyes went wide and he stammered out a response to try and defend himself... the fox clearly failing at that.\n\n“W-well, I mean... I'm no bender, but...”\n\nThe red fox chuckled and pat his paw on the bed. “Dude, Henry, chill. We get it, you're no fag, you just want to know what sex is like. Well, you'll get a good lesson from me and Greg... if you don't mind your first time being gay.”\n\nThe raccoon rolled his eyes and shrugged a bit. “Well, he's not wrong, but, do you really want to learn this way?”\n\nHenry gulped a little before nodding in affirmation. “Yes, I want to learn this way.”\n\n“Alright... get on the bed then.” Greg and Patrick both said at the same time, forcing a smile out of both of them.\n\nHenry blushed a little and nodded, the little arctic fox adjusting his glasses as he got up and walked over to the bed. After glancing over Patrick and Greg, the white fox climbed onto the bed and shifted a little. Patrick moved out of the way as Greg gently pushed Henry down, laying his head against the pillows, and slid down his body.\n\n“Alright, Henry, just lay back and... I dunno, think of England.” Greg said, his muzzle right over Henry's groin.\n\n“That's not funny.” The arctic replied bluntly.\n\nGreg smirked and snapped undid the clasp on Henry's belt, pulling it aside as he undid the button of his pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. Henry looked down at Greg nervously, his breathing heavy as he watched. Patrick sensed his unease and started to pet his head, making the arctic's ears twitch.\n\n“Gonna be fine, Snow White?” Patrick playfully teased, adding a wink.\n\n“You're not very fun-”\n\nHenry's retort got cut off by a yelp as he felt something drag over his sheath. He looked down and saw that Greg had peeled down his pants and underwear, and was dragging his tongue along the arctic's sheath. The white fox blushed heavily and clenched his paws as Greg worked on him. Patrick playfully flicked at Henry's ears in the meanwhile.\n\n“Never been blown either, Henry?” The red fox warmly asked.\n\n“N-no...” Henry replied, his eyes slowly closing.\n\nPatrick nodded and hugged Henry to him, who didn't seem to fight it. The raccoon looked up and smiled pulling Henry's pants and underwear further down as he continued to work his tongue over the Brit's groin, coaxing his foxhood out slowly. As Greg felt it grow, he let out a slight chuckle and lifted his muzzle... before slamming it onto Henry's cock, slurping on the tip. This caused Henry to yip again and arch his body up. Greg kept sucking on Henry until he felt that his foxhood was completely hard, and then slowly, almost teasingly, slipped off of his cock, licking his lips.\n\n“Mmmm... you taste good, Henry.”\n\nThe arctic fox whimpered and slowly opened his eyes, which darted down towards Greg. “W-why... why'd you stop?”\n\nGreg grinned and crawled up Henry's body. “You've gotten off before, haven't you? Well... you want to learn what sex is like, so...”\n\nThe arctic fox's face fell quickly as he started to put two and two together. “Oh no...”\n\nPatrick ran his paws through Henry's hair and nodded. “Sorry, dude. You didn't back down.”\n\nHenry gulped and nodded slowly. “I won't back down...”\n\nGreg bopped Henry's nose playfully and gave a catty grin, before standing up off the bed. “Patrick, do the honors, please.”\n\nThe red fox nodded and lifted Henry's arms, much to the confusion of the arctic fox. He then grunted and huffed as he felt Patrick lift his shirt up. At the same time, he felt Greg completely disrobe his bottoms. By the time the shirt was up over his head and off, Henry saw that he had become fully naked... with his cock throbbing against his belly. He looked up and saw that Greg was starting to strip himself now too, the raccoon's member poking free from its sheath.\n\n“O-oh...” Henry said, blushing a bit.\n\n“What?” Greg asked, smirking as he threw the last of his clothes off. “Lemme guess, never seen anyone else naked up close before either?”\n\nHenry shook his head hesitantly. “Not... really...”\n\nThe raccoon laughed and went into a drawer in his desk to get some lube. With a small pop, the bottle came open and he started to apply some to his throbbing cock. “Well, you'll be doing a lot more than seeing a naked person.” He teased.\n\nHenry shifted a bit. “Um... how, do I?” He asked nervously.\n\n“Try... on your hands and knees?” Greg replied.\n\nThe arctic nodded slowly and turned his body. As he got into position, he saw Patrick discarding his clothes now too, fully exposing the rest of his red and white body, with a thick foxhood proudly on display between his legs.\n\n“Wait, what's he going to- ahhh!”\n\nHenry tried to ask about what Patrick had planned, before he felt Greg's cold, slimy fingers dip into his tailhole, wiggling around as Greg applied lube to the fox's backend.\n\n“Shhh... just wait and see.” Greg replied assuringly.\n\nHenry nodded slowly and turned to look behind him, watching Greg toy with his hole. After pushing his lubed fingers deep into the fox's virgin hole, the raccoon got back onto the bed, and knelt behind Henry, guiding his cock so that the tip was rubbing against Henry's hole.\n\n“Ready for the first-hand experience?” He asked.\n\nHenry bit his lip and nodded slowly, his paws tightly gripping the sheets under him. “Just... be gentle... ok?”\n\nGreg nodded and pressed one paw onto Henry's waist for support, while he used the other to guide himself into the fox's hole, finally penetrating, nice and slow. The feeling made Henry gasp loudly and whimper, closing his eyes tight as he felt that thick meat spread out his backside, the foreign feeling coupled with a stinging pain as it just kept coming in.\n\n“It hurts...” Henry whimpered out.\n\n“Just... give it a bit...” Greg grunted in response.\n\nAfter a few seconds of mild agony for Henry, Greg's cock was nestled in all the way fur touching fur as the two bodies were pressed against each other. For a bit, the raccoon didn't move, instead letting Henry get used to the feeling of a dick inside of him. The arctic fox panted and whined a little as he tried to adjust, the pain slowly, finally subsiding.\n\nBefore he could say anything, though, he felt Greg start to pull out, and the pain returning... only to feel it all at once as the raccoon pushed back in. The fox whimpered and sniffled a little, despite Greg's slow motions. Greg noted the fox's discomfort and rubbed his back as he thrust into him.\n\nAfter what felt like a minute or two, Henry started to blush. The pain that was there before had finally gone away, and he was actually kind of used to it now. \n\n“...Can you go... faster?” He asked.\n\nGreg huffed and grinned, nodding. “You asked for it...”\n\nBefore the arctic fox could reply, he yipped and gasped as Greg sped up, his hips lightly smacking against Henry's ass as he got into a steady pace. Henry collapsed onto the bed and whined as Greg claimed his ass. Yet, he felt himself getting lifted back up, and he looked up. Patrick was lifting him back up, the red fox dangling his foxhood in front of his fellow fox.\n\n“Ever suck a lollipop?” He asked. “Same principle.”\n\nHenry nodded slowly and looked the thick meat over. Yeah, sure, same principle... and yet he tried it anyway. Henry slid his lips over the tip of Patrick's cock, licking at it. He cringed a bit, but decided to keep going... it’s not that it tasted bad. It was mostly just musky. He took a bit more in, and clumsily worked his muzzle along Patrick's foxhood, making the red fox smile and moan, leaning his head back.\n\nGreg chuckled a bit and reached down, squeezing onto Henry's cock, teasing him a bit as he started to stroke it while fucking him. “You... mmmfff... seem to be... ahh... enjoying it... huh, Henry?” He asked.\n\nThe response he got was a muffled whimper and whine as Henry squirmed around between the two other furs. Patrick started to get a little carried away and lightly started humping Henry's muzzle, making the inexperienced fox's eyes widen a bit and cough slightly. Despite this though, he was determined to see this through to the end, and didn't release the fox’s cock, and still managed to keep his fangs from ruining the invading meat.\n\nGreg moaned and licked his lips in ecstasy as he continued to fuck that virgin foxhole, the raccoon's tail swaying behind him as he plowed Henry into the bed, his paw expertly gliding along the white fox's member. He grit his teeth as he felt himself start to draw close. He looked down at Henry and wiggled a bit as he continued his assault.\n\n“Goddamn, Henry... close... already...” He moaned out.\n\nHenry's brows cocked up in confusion as he heard that statement, but he couldn't exactly stop him, not while he was pinned between the two of them. Henry could feel it though. His body was shivering, his knot forming. Goddammit, he was enjoying it, and was almost close. He also felt something form against his muzzle, and looked up at Patrick.\n\n“Heh, sorry dude... I'm kinda getting there too...” The red fox said.\n\n'Orgasm... they mean orgasm. Got it.' Henry's mind pieced together, once he felt the knot. The young arctic whimpered and huffed, his face painted pink in blush again as he was pretty sure all of them could go at any moment. And sure enough...\n\n“Get... ready, Henry. Oh god, gonna cum...” Greg moaned out rather loudly.\n\nHe didn't even last a second after that, slamming into Henry one last time, filling him up with a thick helping of raccoon spunk. This feeling made the young arctic gasp and whimper, collapsing \n\n onto the bed beneath of him as he got thrown over the edge as well, his seed spilling out onto his chest and the sheets, soaking both of them. Having fallen onto the bed made him slip off of Patrick's cock... but that just made the red fox grin.\n\n“What timing, White Out...” Patrick moaned out.\n\nHenry knew immediately what was coming after that a he felt Patrick's hot cum spurt onto his muzzle, and even his hair, the fox getting a nice spread of white fox cream to match his white fur.\n\nAs the orgasms died down, Henry just laid there, panting heavily in after glow. After a few seconds, Greg pulled out of Henry and flopped next to him, with Patrick joining them shortly after.\n\n“So... Henry...” Greg started, “How was... sex... for the first time?”\n\nHenry huffed and lifted his head in order to speak, the arctic fox clearly tuckered out. “It... uh... wow...” He chuckled a bit, unable to finish.\n\n“Something... you plan on doing more?” Patrick prodded.\n\n“Maybe...” Henry said. “But... this? Not likely...”\n\nGreg smirked a bit and nodded. “Hey, man... it's cool... at least you got to experience it...”\n\nThe three of them continued to lay there for a bit, with Greg and Patrick looking Henry over and shaking their heads approvingly.\n\n“You need to clean up.” Patrick told him.\n\nHenry huffed and chuckled weakly in response. “Not like I have much of a choice...”\n\nThe three of them shared a small laugh at that. They would have probably kept laying there, but then...\n\n“Boys! Mary! Dinner!”\n\nGreg shot up and wiped his forehead. “Or he can clean up now.” He said.\n\nThe three of them quickly got up and got dressed, making sure they all had on what they came in with before they went out of the room, Henry to clean up, and Greg and Patrick to go straight downstairs. This moment would have to stay a secret from Henry's parents, but the fact that he had already made friends that pushed him out of his comfort zone seemed like an interesting idea to the fox. For all he knew, it would either be a high-school thing, or they'd become friends for life.\n\n[center]-----------------------------------------EPILOGUE: 13 YEARS LATER-----------------------------------------[/center]\n\nHenry walked down the halls of the elementary school with a young boy in tow, and a female at his side. The female and the boy looked identical: brown hair, yellow fur with light brown paws and ear tips. The one difference was the boy's eyes, which were green like Henry's. The boy whimpered and hugged onto his dad's leg.\n\n“Nervous, Calrin?” Henry asked.\n\nCalrin nodded slowly in response. “I dunno if I'ww make any fwiends daddy...”\n\nThe female knelt down in front of her son, her paws taking rest on her son's shoulders. \n\n“Listen to me, Calrin,” She said, “You're an amazing boy with a good heart. You'll make a lot of friends here, and you'll always remember them.”\n\nCalrin nodded slowly and sniffled, a smile forming on his face. Henry watched and smiled, nodding in approval. “Expertly stated, Olivia.”\n\nOlivia laughed slightly and stood back up. “Well, I have to speak openly for a living, so... yeah.”\n\nThe arctic fox smirked as they walked, his eyes lifting when they came up to a certain door. “This is the room!”\n\nThe adult swung the door open, and looked inside. A bunch of kids were playing around, doing various kinds of things, while some still had their parents with them, saying good-byes. The teacher, a stout, female panda, walked over to the Bolfrey family and smiled widely.\n\n“Welcome, welcome! I'm Mrs. Cho, your son's teacher for his first year! Where is the little guy?”\n\nHenry and Olivia stepped out of the way, only for Calrin to whimper and step back a bit.\n\n“Aww, don't be scared little guy! You'll have fun here!” Mrs. Cho assured him.\n\nThe yellow cub gulped and stepped forward. “Weawwy?”\n\n“Really, really!” the panda replied, still smiling her friendly smile.\n\nBefore Calrin could do anything, a ball rolled up to his feet, making him yip in surprise and step back a bit. A red fox cub ran up to the ball, and stopped when he saw Calrin standing there.\n\n“Hey dewe!” The red fox greeted, shaking his messy blonde hair out of his eyes, “Wanna pway baww wid me?”\n\nCalrin gulped and looked up at his parents, who nodded assuringly at him. Calrin turned around back towards the other fox and nodded slowly. “My name's Cawwin... wha's yours?”\n\nThe red fox grinned and giggled. “My name's Jus'in. Cawwin's a siwwy name. Imma caww you 'Cawwy'. Is da' ok?”\n\nCalrin blinked a bit and blushed in embarrassment, nodding slowly. “Ok...”\n\nJustin grinned and ran off with the ball. Calrin was about to go after him, but he was stopped by a tug at his arm.\n\n“You won't even say goodbye to your parents first?” Olivia asked teasingly.\n\nCalrin giggled a bit and jumped up to hug his parents, who knelt down to receive it.\n\n“Stay safe, Calrin, and have fun.” Henry said.\n\n“You've already made a friend. I'm proud of you, Calrin.” Olivia said.\n\nCalrin nodded and kissed both of his parents' noses. “Bye mommy, bye daddy!”\n\nThe adults watched their son run off with his new friend. Henry couldn't help but notice that Justin's parents were still there... and he was surprised to learn that Justin was the son of Patrick Daniels, whom he hadn't seen in years. He wanted to go over there and say hello and catch up. But then he remembered that it wasn't their day. It was for their sons. So he ushered Olivia out, and left Calrin to make his own friendships. Considering his own quick friendship with Patrick back in the day, he was confident that the one he just made would last for a long while.\n\nThe friendship of Calrin and Justin would go on to do just that.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Early morning, and the alarm was going off. But the two figures in the bed were still asleep; a blonde, red-furred fox snuggled up to a gray-furred raccoon with black hair. The lack of response and the loud blaring of the alarm caused an older, female raccoon with similar fur as the one in the bed to come up to the door.

“Boys, wake up. You're going to be late!” She called out.

The red fox shifted as he woke up, a loud yawn escaped his mouth and he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“I thought it was Friday...” He said.

The female sighed and shook her head. “Nope, Monday, Patrick.”

She then noticed Patrick's attire as the sheet fell from his body, and closed her eyes before addressing him again.

“I don't mind that you two are a couple,” The elder began, “But please tell me you put underwear on after, at least.”

Patrick chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry, Mrs. Mathis...”

Mrs. Mathis sighed heavily and smiled a bit. “Well, the sheets need to be washed anyway. Would you mind waking your boyfriend up for me, please?”

Patrick nodded at Mrs. Mathis, and she smiled and walked away. Patrick looked down at the sleeping form of his lover and poked at his nose.

“Hey, you big lug, wake up.” He prodded.

The raccoon turned over and mumbled in his sleep. “Five more minutes, mom...”

Patrick sighed and pushed the raccoon back over. “Dammit Greg, wake up.”

Greg huffed and sat up, stretching as his body woke up. “...What time is it?”

The red fox threw a shirt at his boyfriend and slipped out of bed. “It's lazy-o'clock, now get up.”

Greg groaned and rolled out of bed and grabbed a towel off the floor. “I'm gonna shower... don't join me this time.”

Patrick rubbed his back, wincing a little. “Oh don't worry, I learned my lesson... you need a bigger shower.”

Greg sighed and shook his head and walked out of the room, leaving Patrick alone to gather his stuff up. When both of them were finished getting ready, they made their way downstairs and into the kitchen, where Greg's mother was cleaning up from breakfast.

“Dad left already?” Greg asked.

“Yeah, they called him in early today.” Mrs. Mathis replied, washing out a cup. “As did Mary.”

Patrick poked his head around the corner, his messy blonde hair slipping over his face. “Did you save anything for us, Mrs. M?”

The female smirked and wagged the soaked cloth at the two. “Maybe if you two lovebirds had been up sooner.”

The fox stuck his tongue out in response, only to be shoved out of the way by Greg.

“Sorry about that, mom. We can eat at school.” The mop-headed raccoon replied.

“Speaking of which,” Mrs. Mathis added, glancing towards a clock, “You need to leave.”

“Right, let's go!” Greg said as he hurried out the door, dragging poor Patrick along with him.

Although they were both the legal age to drive, they preferred walking, as the school was just down the hill from where they lived. As they went along, Patrick hopped onto some rocks and supports, balancing himself as he walked.

“You know you look stupid doing that while going downhill, right?” Greg asked him.

“Yeah, well, I live dangerously.” Patrick replied.

“Really? Well, I wonder if you'll change your tune when I tell your folks about how you broke your arm when you fall?” Greg shot back, grinning at his boyfriend.

With an annoyed groan, the red fox hopped back onto the sidewalk, his expression unamused.

“You're an ass, Greg.” He said.

“Yeah, I know.” Greg replied with an upbeat smile. “Speaking of...” He added, his voice trailing as his eyes glanced downwards, “Feelin' any better after last night?”

Patrick looked taken aback from the question and blushed, rubbing over his rump. “Well, I'm used to it by now. Speaking of which...”

The raccoon smirked and gave his fox a wink. “Not on your life, Patty.”

The red fox grumbled and hung his head a little as they finally made it to school. Despite being late, it was clear from all of the furs still heading into the main building that they were still early enough. The two ran through the hallway, reaching the last room before the stairs, Greg's paw slamming on the handle... only to find it locked. Patrick sighed and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it swung open, an old, gruff looking hound standing in front of it.

“Well, well, Daniels and Mathis... glad you two decided to join us.” He greeted them roughly.

“Sorry, Mr. Gaden... lug here overslept.” Patrick said, pointing his thumb at Greg.

“You're the one who wanted to stay at my place ya know...” Greg replied.

Mr. Gaden sighed and stepped out of the way. “Only a minute late this time... I'll let it slide this time.”

The two teens nodded and took their seats at the back of the room, both of them being sat next to each other. Once they were at their desks, the elderly hound cleared his throat and turned to write on the chalkboard.

“As I was saying...” Mr. Gaden began, “This class will be receiving a new student today.”

While some of the students had their interests peaked, a few of them, Patrick included, let out audible groans. Mr. Gaden gave an abrupt frown before continuing.

“..Quite. Anyway... I expect you to treat him with the respect you would treat anyone else.”

As Mr. Gaden continued his dialogue, Patrick motioned to Greg and clapped his digits together to simulate a yapping mouth, making Greg sigh and shake his head with a slight smile. Mr. Gaden huffed and put down his chalk after writing the words “HOMEROOM ROOM 124: NEW STUDENT. RETURN HERE AFTER LUNCH FOR HISTORY. TOPIC: WAR OF 1812.”

“He'll be here shortly.” Mr. Gaden finished before sitting at his desk and pulling a book out to read.

After that, he left the class to their own devices for the half-hour Homeroom period. Greg pulled out a Game Boy and loaded it up, kicking his feet up on his desk as he started playing.

“You brought that thing?” Patrick asked, mildly surprised.

“Yeah, and?” Greg asked, not looking away from the screen as he played.

“Only kids and nerds play that stuff.”

“M rating.”

Patrick looked at Greg in confusion, prompting Greg to glance at the fox and smirk before focusing back on his game.

“Games have ratings now.” Greg said, “Have since... I dunno, five years ago?”

Patrick sighed and pulled out a magazine that the cover indicated to be about graffiti. “Whatever.”

Mr. Gaden's eyes scanned the room as that, as well as other various conversations went on. As long as nothing turned violent, he didn't seem to care. A knock on the door broke his focus and made the hound walk over. After pulling the blinds up a bit to see who was on the other side, he stepped outside, drawing the notice of his class.

“Huh, Old Gaden never leaves during homeroom.” A male otter at the front of the class said.

“Must be that 'new student' he mentioned.” A female skunk added.

“Oh lord here we go...” Patrick muttered under his breath, not looking up from his magazine.

And with that, Mr. Gaden stepped back into the room and cleared his throat. “Alright, you teenaged reprobates, I want you to meet your new classmate... and yes, I do mean classmate, not punching bag.”

Those last words seemed to be directed at a muscular ram in the middle of the room if Mr. Gaden's eyes were any indication. The ram merely shrugged a half-assed shrug and kicked back at his desk. Mr. Gaden sighed and swung the door open. A white face poked itself in before quickly retreating. The fur it belonged to then slowly stepped in.

The boy was an arctic fox, thin, but not unhealthily so. His hair, which was combed into a sweep, was the same color as his fur, itself as white as the snow.  He wore a light blue, button down shirt, which was tucked into a pair of khakis, held up with a black belt, and he wore dress shoes, not sneakers. The only thing that really stuck out about him were his bright green eyes. He held his bag to his chest, and glanced around the room nervously.

“G-good day, everyone...” he began, a sharp accent immediately apparent on his voice. “My name's Henry Bolfrey, and my family just moved here from Essex, in England.”

Mr. Gaden nodded in approval and motioned a paw. “Anything else, Mr. Bolfrey?”

The young arctic fox nodded quickly at the hound before turning back towards the class. “Um...”

“We'll find out about him through the year, Gaden.” A female leopard near the back of the room piped up.

The hound grunted and walked back to his desk. “Very well. Take a seat, Mr. Bolfrey.”

Henry nodded slowly and looked around the room, before finding an empty desk next to Patrick. The fox smiled a bit and walked over to take his seat. Patrick heard commotion next to him and finally looked up.

“So, you're a Brit, huh?” He asked.

Henry jolted a bit and nodded in reply as he turned towards the red fox. “OH! Um... yes I am.”

Patrick shrugged and went back to his magazine. “Be careful then.”

Henry just looked at the red fox in confusion before shrugging and sitting down at his desk. Patrick glanced up at him again and saw that he had pulled out a notebook and was starting to take some notes. The red fox grumbled a bit and leaned towards his boyfriend.

“Greg, help, I'm sitting next to a nerd...” he whispered.

The raccoon pushed one of his big paws against Patrick, making the red fox grimace a bit. “Yeah, and you're talking to one now.” He replied as he pushed Patrick back into position.

Before the red fox could muster a reply, the entire room was alerted by a familiar sound.

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*

Mr. Gaden got up and swung the door open for his students, barely even looking at them as he filed them out. “Let's go everyone, out, out. Get to class.”

The day after that point went relatively slow. In chemistry, Greg wound up nearly burning his clothes when his coat got too close to the burner, causing a minor panic. For second period electives, Patrick split off for yearbook design, Greg for videography, and Henry had to pick the last one left open: drama.

The class met up again for algebra, in which a pop quiz was sprung on them, which Henry managed to avoid due to being new. The last period before lunch was P.E., which consisted of learning and playing dodgeball. Despite being a thin piece of work, Henry was able to hold his own with other teens both fast and strong. However, he wasn't so lucky in the locker room.

Henry was just finished changing out of the school's P.E. Uniform, tying his shoes on the bench, when he felt himself get shoved onto the floor.

“That's where you belong, biscuit-muncher: at the feet of Americans.”

Henry whimpered and looked up at his assailant. It was a rather tall and bulky tiger, his orange and black fur was short and slick, easily showing off his build. Flanking him on either side were a lanky, blonde hyena, and a stout, broad bear.

“I... I didn't do anything to you!” Henry blurted out.

The tiger smirked and pulled Henry up, a malicious look on his face.

“You just talked back to me, limey. That's grounds for a shit-kicking.” He growled out.

“Yeah, let's make him want to go back to London.” The bear said.

All the hyena did was cackle madly.

The tiger let out a menacing laugh and pulled back his paw, curling it into a fist. He went to bring it forward, to deck Henry in the face... only to feel something stop him. The group of bullies turned around to see Patrick clenching the tiger's fist.

“Lyle Dylandy, you piece of shit, how's it goin'?” Patrick snidely greeted.

“Well, well, if it isn't one of the skater punks.” Lyle replied, pulling his fist away, but baring his teeth now. “What do you want, skater trash?”

Patrick smirked and shrugged, shaking his head. “You're stooping pretty low this time, quarterback. Trying to cause an international incident?”

The red fox yipped as Lyle picked him up by the collar of his shirt, lifting him a good few inches off the ground.

“How I conduct my business ain't any concern of yours. Now get back on your little board and skate to lunch, or me and the boys are gonna make sure your precious board winds up jammed up your ass.”

Despite being scared for his life, Patrick sneered and narrowed his eyes in return. “Oh, shame I didn't bring it today.”

Lyle growled and slammed Patrick rather firmly into the lockers the tiger's muzzle getting rather close to Patrick's, growling audibly.

“Well, there's other ways to deal with you.” He retorted in a very sinister way.

Patrick whimpered and looked down at Henry, who was also being dragged up by the hyena.

“Hey, QB, how do you wanna handle this pale bastard?” he asked.

“Bind his paws and let him have a swirly... I know how much you like that, Donny.”

Donny, the hyena, cackled maniacally and opened the locker next to Henry, and pulled out a shirt, coiling it up. As he started to bind Henry's paws, a big black paw slammed down on the locker next to him.

“Hey, you football fuckers, paws off the Brit.” Greg growled.

Lyle looked over the whole scene now... it was even numbers. He didn't do even numbers. The tiger growled and dropped Patrick, stomping off.

“Donny, Brock, leave 'em.” He commanded.

As the hyena and bear followed their ringleader out, Greg shook his head and sighed, walking over to Patrick and Henry, rubbing the back of his head.

“You were handling that well.” He told Patrick.

“I don't need your sarcasm, Greg.” Patrick replied, catching his breath. “Thanks for the save.”

Greg smiled and pat Patrick on the shoulder. “It’s what goalies do.”

Henry walked up and whimpered a bit, the fox looking up at the taller male. “I... I mean... thank you.” He said. “But... why? Why would you help me?”

Greg smiled warmly and turned towards the arctic. “Look... Henry, right? Lyle is a jackass. It's gotten to the point where the football and soccer teams – I'm on the soccer team by the way – are sort of in a cold war. If we see them causing shit, we stop it. And, well... you're new. You don't need that crap.”

Henry smiled and nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his head. “Well... thank you.”

Greg nodded and gave him a thumbs up. “Stick with me, Henry, and you'll be fine.”

The arctic fox rubbed the back of his head and turned to walk out of the locker room. The couple watched him walk out and felt a bit warm.

“Looks like we made a friend.” Greg snarked.

“We did?” Patrick relied.

The two of them chuckled and made their own way out. The rest of the day after that event was... uneventful. After lunch was history back with Mr. Gaden, followed by Social Studies, and finally Literature to close out the day. As the final bell of the day rang, Henry, Greg, and Patrick went to pack up.

“So... Henry, you have anyone else attending school with you?” Patrick asked.

“...What do you mean?” A confused Henry asked.

“He means like family, or something.” Greg replied.

Before Henry could reply, a soccer ball rolled towards them. Greg stopped it with his foot and looked for where it came from. That's when another fox ran up. Like Henry, he was an arctic, but his hair was a dark, silvery gray, and he looked slightly younger than the other.

“Sorry, sorry! That's mine!” The fox called out as he ran over.

“...Chadwin, why do you have a football?” Henry asked.

“Henry? Oh! Well, I'm gonna try out for the football team!” Chadwin replied with a grin.

Greg smirked and kicked the ball back to Chadwin. “Well, the soccer team could always use fresh blood... but you should really learn to control the ball.”

Chadwin blinked a bit and chuckled. “Right! I forgot... football is something else here.” The younger arctic turned to his elder. “So, Henry, will you let mother and father know I won't be home until later?”

Henry nodded a bit and pat his brother on the shoulder. “I'll tell them, don't worry. Now go have fun.”

The younger fox grinned and ran off, after scooping his ball up. Patrick chuckled a bit and playfully smacked Henry on the back. “So he's your brother, huh?”

Henry staggered a bit from getting pushed and nodded. “Yeah... my younger brother.”

Greg crossed his arms and watched as Chadwin excitedly put his name on the flier hanging on the bulletin board. “I hope he makes the team then.”

Henry nodded a bit and turned towards the two. “So... um... can I hang out with you guys today? I... kind of owe you.”

Greg blinked and rubbed the back of his head, glancing briefly at Patrick, who kind of just shrugged in reply.

“Y-yeah, I guess you can.” Greg replied. “We were going to head back to my place. You should call your parents when you get there.”

Henry nodded and walked out with the both of them. As they made their way out of the front door, they saw a tall, thin, adult red fox standing in front of a white Ford Mustang, his light brown hair tied into a ponytail.

“...Dad?” Patrick greeted, “Mom didn't say you were gonna pick me up today.”

“I'm not.” Patrick's dad said, before tossing his son the keys, “I brought you the car. Don't you usually pick up your buddy on Mondays?”

“Oh, right!” Greg replied, snapping his fingers. He then turned back around towards Henry. “We need to pick up our friend August first. If you still want to hang with us, you're coming with us.”

Henry nodded slowly, but with affirmation. “I'm OK with that.”

Patrick smirked and ran into the front seat. “Alright, dudes! Let's do this!”

Greg laughed and slid into the front passenger seat. Before Henry got in, he turned to Mr. Daniels, tilting his head.

“But how will you get home now?” The arctic asked.

Mr. Daniels smiled and stretched out a bit. “I'm still young, I can walk. It's not far.”

Henry scratched the back of his head and shrugged before joining the car. Once he was inside, Patrick grinned and spun a CD on his finger.

“Alright, party people! Get ready for some real music!” He called out.

Henry stared in utter confusion as Patrick slid the CD in and started the car. After a few seconds of silence, loud, pulsing guitars and drums filled the car, and Patrick started headbanging as he drove. Greg kind of just leaned back and smiled, but Henry was clutching his ears, especially as Patrick started to sing.

“As I was goin' over / The Cork and Kerry Mountains / I saw Captain Farrell / And his money he was countin'!”

The abusive metal cover of the Irish tune continued until they pulled up to an elementary school that was letting out. Henry glanced out the window and saw an orange tabby cat with short ginger hair and glasses walking over. Patrick finally lowered the volume to tolerable levels as he waved him over.

“August, man, good to see ya dude!” Patrick greeted.

August chuckled as he slid into the last remaining seat, setting his bag on the floor. “Thanks for picking me up, Patrick, Greg.”

Greg nodded and pointed out Henry. “August, meet Henry. He's new... and British.”

Upon hearing the word “British”, August's face lit up, the young tabby leaning a bit closer. “You're from England? Fantastic! I'm such a big fan of all those shows! Blake's 7, Doctor Who, Red Dwarf, all of it!”

Henry chuckled slightly and gently pushed August back. “Ok, ok, easy there. I appreciate it... but how about we do a proper introduction, hmm? My name's Henry Bolfrey.”

Henry offered the feline a paw to shake, which he graciously accepted. “Sorry, sorry. I'm August Delio. Nice to meet you, Henry!” August replied with a youthful fervor.

The rest of the car ride was rather smooth from there, with Henry and August nerding it out over British shows. After a ten minute drive, they finally reached August's house, dropping him off before turning back around for home... and on that drive, Patrick started blaring music again.

After a long journey, they finally arrived home. The door to the Mathis house opened rather quickly as the three teenagers made their way inside. Greg dropped his backpack at the door and went over to the couch, dropping onto it with a lazy plop.

“Ugh... weekend, here I come...” The raccoon muttered into the cushions.

 The adult sitting in the recliner glanced up from his TV Guide and shook his head.

“I don't see how you have any right to be tired, Greg, you don't work.” He said.

Greg lifted his head to look at his father and grimaced. “And I don't plan to until I'm out of college, dad.”

“Seems silly to wait that long...” Henry chimed in, “I mean, wouldn't it help pay for your university?”

Greg's father smirked and stood up, tucking the guide under his arm. “Greg finally made a friend who values work ethic it seems.”

Henry blushed a bit and nodded. “Yessir. My name's Henry.”

“Frank Mathis.” Greg's father replied. “So tell me, Henry, what're ya, British?”

The arctic nodded and rubbed the back of his head. “Just moved to America this week, sir.”

“Sir... I wasn't in the military, boy.” Frank replied.

Henry chuckled nervously and looked down at the floor. “Sorry si-... Mr. Mathis.”

Patrick leaned forward and cleared his throat. “Ok, dude, I don't mean to interrupt the moment here, but Henry really oughta call his folks and let them know he's here.”

Greg's mother poked her head out from the kitchen, glasses on and pencil in her ears. “So you'll be staying for dinner then, Henry?”

The arctic blinked and nodded his head at Mrs. Mathis. “Yes, ma'am... if that's ok... I need to tell them my brother will be late too.”

Mrs. Mathis nodded and smiled. “Of course. Phone's in here, I suggest you call now.”

The teen nodded and made his way to the kitchen to make the call. While he went off, Mr. Mathis turned his attention to Patrick. “I assume you're staying too, Patrick?”

The red fox nodded and stretched a bit. “Just for dinner. I've already spent the night last night, I don't wanna push it.”

The adult male made his way back into his recliner and shrugged, loosening his tie. “I quite frankly don't care, just keep the sheets clean.”

Greg blushed a little and shot up. “Yeah so I'm going to head upstairs. Coming with me, fire-fur?”

“Imma make you eat those words, monochrome.” Patrick shot back.

Greg smirked and dashed up the stairs, with Patrick quickly giving chase. The two teenaged boys ran down the hall. Before they made it to Greg's room, however, they Greg bumped into a figure stepping out of the bathroom, knocking them over.

“Greg, you jerk! Be careful!”

Greg blinked and looked down as he collected himself. He had knocked over his younger sister Mary, her dark brown hair unraveling from the towel it was wrapped in.

“Mary, really... washing your hair after school?” Greg asked.

The adolescent stood up and grabbed the brush that fell over of her paws and picked it up to brush her hair. “You would too if you got sprayed with soda.”

“She... has a point, Greg.” Patrick brought up as he shook his head, to send his wild blonde hair flying about, “Gotta keep the locks fresh.”

Greg glared at Patrick before helping to pick up Mary's towel. “I'm sorry, Mary... I'll try to be more careful.”

Mary huffed and took the towel back as she made her way to her room. “You better be. You two queers can wait to fuck.”

Mary slammed her door rather sharply in front of the two. Patrick laughed and smacked Greg on the back.

“You sure do love your family, don't ya, Greg?” He snarked.

Greg growled a little and pushed Patrick into the room, throwing him onto the bed, making the red fox yip and land eagle-spread on his back.

“Yeah, well,” Greg brought up as he climbed on top of Patrick, noses pressing against each other, “You're the one I stick my dick in, just remember that.”

Patrick grinned and squirmed a bit under his wider boyfriend. “You wouldn't hurt me anyway, Mathis, you're too soft.”

Greg smirked and traced a finger down Patrick's body. “Don't tempt me, Daniels.”

Greg then pressed his lips to Patrick's, hugging onto him. Patrick grinned and returned the gesture, the two of them locking lips and making out. Greg reached down and started to grind a paw firmly against the crotch of Patrick's pants, making the fox gasp into the kiss, allowing Greg to work his tongue in, slurping on his boyfriend's. The two of them started to get lost in the moment, blushes covering their faces as they made out, Patrick starting to fondle Greg in turn...

The sound of heavy objects dropping to the floor made the two of them snap out of it and quickly pull away. Their eyes turned towards the door, where Henry was standing. He had a paw over his muzzle, his eyes wide in shock, and his face was pink with blush.

“O-oh my God... I'm so sorry.” He stammered out. “I-I didn't... I mean...”

“...Henry, um...” Greg began, his voice quickly trailing off though, as he had nothing really to say in defense.

“W-well... this, uh... answers the question I was going to ask...” Henry stammered out as he gathered up his backpack and set it on Greg's desk.

“So you knew then?” Patrick asked in legitimate surprise.

“I... kind of had a guess.” Henry replied.

The fox and raccoon pulled themselves from each other and looked down at the bed. The three of them sat there in the room in very awkward silence for at least a minute before Henry finally spoke up.

“So... what's it like?”

“What’s... what like?” Greg asked in return.

“...Well... gay sex specifically, but I guess sex in general...” Henry prodded.

“Oh god, you're a virgin, aren't you, Henry?” Patrick asked, smirking a little.

“That's not a bad thing!” Henry retorted, blushing a bit.

Greg sighed and shrugged. “Well, no, but you're kinda missing out.”

The arctic fox clenched his fists and shifted in the desk chair before continuing the line of thought. “Well then... show me.”

Patrick and Greg glanced at each other, confusion on their faces as Henry spoke again.

“Did I stutter, yanks? I want to know what sex is like.”

The timid fox giving such direct language made Greg and Patrick jolt a little. The two of them smirked and sat up to face Henry directly.

“You're sure about that, Henry?” Greg asked.

“Yeah, little Brit, you're asking to get laid. By guys.” Patrick added.

Henry's eyes went wide and he stammered out a response to try and defend himself... the fox clearly failing at that.

“W-well, I mean... I'm no bender, but...”

The red fox chuckled and pat his paw on the bed. “Dude, Henry, chill. We get it, you're no fag, you just want to know what sex is like. Well, you'll get a good lesson from me and Greg... if you don't mind your first time being gay.”

The raccoon rolled his eyes and shrugged a bit. “Well, he's not wrong, but, do you really want to learn this way?”

Henry gulped a little before nodding in affirmation. “Yes, I want to learn this way.”

“Alright... get on the bed then.” Greg and Patrick both said at the same time, forcing a smile out of both of them.

Henry blushed a little and nodded, the little arctic fox adjusting his glasses as he got up and walked over to the bed. After glancing over Patrick and Greg, the white fox climbed onto the bed and shifted a little. Patrick moved out of the way as Greg gently pushed Henry down, laying his head against the pillows, and slid down his body.

“Alright, Henry, just lay back and... I dunno, think of England.” Greg said, his muzzle right over Henry's groin.

“That's not funny.” The arctic replied bluntly.

Greg smirked and snapped undid the clasp on Henry's belt, pulling it aside as he undid the button of his pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. Henry looked down at Greg nervously, his breathing heavy as he watched. Patrick sensed his unease and started to pet his head, making the arctic's ears twitch.

“Gonna be fine, Snow White?” Patrick playfully teased, adding a wink.

“You're not very fun-”

Henry's retort got cut off by a yelp as he felt something drag over his sheath. He looked down and saw that Greg had peeled down his pants and underwear, and was dragging his tongue along the arctic's sheath. The white fox blushed heavily and clenched his paws as Greg worked on him. Patrick playfully flicked at Henry's ears in the meanwhile.

“Never been blown either, Henry?” The red fox warmly asked.

“N-no...” Henry replied, his eyes slowly closing.

Patrick nodded and hugged Henry to him, who didn't seem to fight it. The raccoon looked up and smiled pulling Henry's pants and underwear further down as he continued to work his tongue over the Brit's groin, coaxing his foxhood out slowly. As Greg felt it grow, he let out a slight chuckle and lifted his muzzle... before slamming it onto Henry's cock, slurping on the tip. This caused Henry to yip again and arch his body up. Greg kept sucking on Henry until he felt that his foxhood was completely hard, and then slowly, almost teasingly, slipped off of his cock, licking his lips.

“Mmmm... you taste good, Henry.”

The arctic fox whimpered and slowly opened his eyes, which darted down towards Greg. “W-why... why'd you stop?”

Greg grinned and crawled up Henry's body. “You've gotten off before, haven't you? Well... you want to learn what sex is like, so...”

The arctic fox's face fell quickly as he started to put two and two together. “Oh no...”

Patrick ran his paws through Henry's hair and nodded. “Sorry, dude. You didn't back down.”

Henry gulped and nodded slowly. “I won't back down...”

Greg bopped Henry's nose playfully and gave a catty grin, before standing up off the bed. “Patrick, do the honors, please.”

The red fox nodded and lifted Henry's arms, much to the confusion of the arctic fox. He then grunted and huffed as he felt Patrick lift his shirt up. At the same time, he felt Greg completely disrobe his bottoms. By the time the shirt was up over his head and off, Henry saw that he had become fully naked... with his cock throbbing against his belly. He looked up and saw that Greg was starting to strip himself now too, the raccoon's member poking free from its sheath.

“O-oh...” Henry said, blushing a bit.

“What?” Greg asked, smirking as he threw the last of his clothes off. “Lemme guess, never seen anyone else naked up close before either?”

Henry shook his head hesitantly. “Not... really...”

The raccoon laughed and went into a drawer in his desk to get some lube. With a small pop, the bottle came open and he started to apply some to his throbbing cock. “Well, you'll be doing a lot more than seeing a naked person.” He teased.

Henry shifted a bit. “Um... how, do I?” He asked nervously.

“Try... on your hands and knees?” Greg replied.

The arctic nodded slowly and turned his body. As he got into position, he saw Patrick discarding his clothes now too, fully exposing the rest of his red and white body, with a thick foxhood proudly on display between his legs.

“Wait, what's he going to- ahhh!”

Henry tried to ask about what Patrick had planned, before he felt Greg's cold, slimy fingers dip into his tailhole, wiggling around as Greg applied lube to the fox's backend.

“Shhh... just wait and see.” Greg replied assuringly.

Henry nodded slowly and turned to look behind him, watching Greg toy with his hole. After pushing his lubed fingers deep into the fox's virgin hole, the raccoon got back onto the bed, and knelt behind Henry, guiding his cock so that the tip was rubbing against Henry's hole.

“Ready for the first-hand experience?” He asked.

Henry bit his lip and nodded slowly, his paws tightly gripping the sheets under him. “Just... be gentle... ok?”

Greg nodded and pressed one paw onto Henry's waist for support, while he used the other to guide himself into the fox's hole, finally penetrating, nice and slow. The feeling made Henry gasp loudly and whimper, closing his eyes tight as he felt that thick meat spread out his backside, the foreign feeling coupled with a stinging pain as it just kept coming in.

“It hurts...” Henry whimpered out.

“Just... give it a bit...” Greg grunted in response.

After a few seconds of mild agony for Henry, Greg's cock was nestled in all the way fur touching fur as the two bodies were pressed against each other. For a bit, the raccoon didn't move, instead letting Henry get used to the feeling of a dick inside of him. The arctic fox panted and whined a little as he tried to adjust, the pain slowly, finally subsiding.

Before he could say anything, though, he felt Greg start to pull out, and the pain returning... only to feel it all at once as the raccoon pushed back in. The fox whimpered and sniffled a little, despite Greg's slow motions. Greg noted the fox's discomfort and rubbed his back as he thrust into him.

After what felt like a minute or two, Henry started to blush. The pain that was there before had finally gone away, and he was actually kind of used to it now.

“...Can you go... faster?” He asked.

Greg huffed and grinned, nodding. “You asked for it...”

Before the arctic fox could reply, he yipped and gasped as Greg sped up, his hips lightly smacking against Henry's ass as he got into a steady pace. Henry collapsed onto the bed and whined as Greg claimed his ass. Yet, he felt himself getting lifted back up, and he looked up. Patrick was lifting him back up, the red fox dangling his foxhood in front of his fellow fox.

“Ever suck a lollipop?” He asked. “Same principle.”

Henry nodded slowly and looked the thick meat over. Yeah, sure, same principle... and yet he tried it anyway. Henry slid his lips over the tip of Patrick's cock, licking at it. He cringed a bit, but decided to keep going... it’s not that it tasted bad. It was mostly just musky. He took a bit more in, and clumsily worked his muzzle along Patrick's foxhood, making the red fox smile and moan, leaning his head back.

Greg chuckled a bit and reached down, squeezing onto Henry's cock, teasing him a bit as he started to stroke it while fucking him. “You... mmmfff... seem to be... ahh... enjoying it... huh, Henry?” He asked.

The response he got was a muffled whimper and whine as Henry squirmed around between the two other furs. Patrick started to get a little carried away and lightly started humping Henry's muzzle, making the inexperienced fox's eyes widen a bit and cough slightly. Despite this though, he was determined to see this through to the end, and didn't release the fox’s cock, and still managed to keep his fangs from ruining the invading meat.

Greg moaned and licked his lips in ecstasy as he continued to fuck that virgin foxhole, the raccoon's tail swaying behind him as he plowed Henry into the bed, his paw expertly gliding along the white fox's member. He grit his teeth as he felt himself start to draw close. He looked down at Henry and wiggled a bit as he continued his assault.

“Goddamn, Henry... close... already...” He moaned out.

Henry's brows cocked up in confusion as he heard that statement, but he couldn't exactly stop him, not while he was pinned between the two of them. Henry could feel it though. His body was shivering, his knot forming. Goddammit, he was enjoying it, and was almost close. He also felt something form against his muzzle, and looked up at Patrick.

“Heh, sorry dude... I'm kinda getting there too...” The red fox said.

'Orgasm... they mean orgasm. Got it.' Henry's mind pieced together, once he felt the knot. The young arctic whimpered and huffed, his face painted pink in blush again as he was pretty sure all of them could go at any moment. And sure enough...

“Get... ready, Henry. Oh god, gonna cum...” Greg moaned out rather loudly.

He didn't even last a second after that, slamming into Henry one last time, filling him up with a thick helping of raccoon spunk. This feeling made the young arctic gasp and whimper, collapsing

 onto the bed beneath of him as he got thrown over the edge as well, his seed spilling out onto his chest and the sheets, soaking both of them. Having fallen onto the bed made him slip off of Patrick's cock... but that just made the red fox grin.

“What timing, White Out...” Patrick moaned out.

Henry knew immediately what was coming after that a he felt Patrick's hot cum spurt onto his muzzle, and even his hair, the fox getting a nice spread of white fox cream to match his white fur.

As the orgasms died down, Henry just laid there, panting heavily in after glow. After a few seconds, Greg pulled out of Henry and flopped next to him, with Patrick joining them shortly after.

“So... Henry...” Greg started, “How was... sex... for the first time?”

Henry huffed and lifted his head in order to speak, the arctic fox clearly tuckered out. “It... uh... wow...” He chuckled a bit, unable to finish.

“Something... you plan on doing more?” Patrick prodded.

“Maybe...” Henry said. “But... this? Not likely...”

Greg smirked a bit and nodded. “Hey, man... it's cool... at least you got to experience it...”

The three of them continued to lay there for a bit, with Greg and Patrick looking Henry over and shaking their heads approvingly.

“You need to clean up.” Patrick told him.

Henry huffed and chuckled weakly in response. “Not like I have much of a choice...”

The three of them shared a small laugh at that. They would have probably kept laying there, but then...

“Boys! Mary! Dinner!”

Greg shot up and wiped his forehead. “Or he can clean up now.” He said.

The three of them quickly got up and got dressed, making sure they all had on what they came in with before they went out of the room, Henry to clean up, and Greg and Patrick to go straight downstairs. This moment would have to stay a secret from Henry's parents, but the fact that he had already made friends that pushed him out of his comfort zone seemed like an interesting idea to the fox. For all he knew, it would either be a high-school thing, or they'd become friends for life.

-----------------------------------------EPILOGUE: 13 YEARS LATER-----------------------------------------


Henry walked down the halls of the elementary school with a young boy in tow, and a female at his side. The female and the boy looked identical: brown hair, yellow fur with light brown paws and ear tips. The one difference was the boy's eyes, which were green like Henry's. The boy whimpered and hugged onto his dad's leg.

“Nervous, Calrin?” Henry asked.

Calrin nodded slowly in response. “I dunno if I'ww make any fwiends daddy...”

The female knelt down in front of her son, her paws taking rest on her son's shoulders.

“Listen to me, Calrin,” She said, “You're an amazing boy with a good heart. You'll make a lot of friends here, and you'll always remember them.”

Calrin nodded slowly and sniffled, a smile forming on his face. Henry watched and smiled, nodding in approval. “Expertly stated, Olivia.”

Olivia laughed slightly and stood back up. “Well, I have to speak openly for a living, so... yeah.”

The arctic fox smirked as they walked, his eyes lifting when they came up to a certain door. “This is the room!”

The adult swung the door open, and looked inside. A bunch of kids were playing around, doing various kinds of things, while some still had their parents with them, saying good-byes. The teacher, a stout, female panda, walked over to the Bolfrey family and smiled widely.

“Welcome, welcome! I'm Mrs. Cho, your son's teacher for his first year! Where is the little guy?”

Henry and Olivia stepped out of the way, only for Calrin to whimper and step back a bit.

“Aww, don't be scared little guy! You'll have fun here!” Mrs. Cho assured him.

The yellow cub gulped and stepped forward. “Weawwy?”

“Really, really!” the panda replied, still smiling her friendly smile.

Before Calrin could do anything, a ball rolled up to his feet, making him yip in surprise and step back a bit. A red fox cub ran up to the ball, and stopped when he saw Calrin standing there.

“Hey dewe!” The red fox greeted, shaking his messy blonde hair out of his eyes, “Wanna pway baww wid me?”

Calrin gulped and looked up at his parents, who nodded assuringly at him. Calrin turned around back towards the other fox and nodded slowly. “My name's Cawwin... wha's yours?”

The red fox grinned and giggled. “My name's Jus'in. Cawwin's a siwwy name. Imma caww you 'Cawwy'. Is da' ok?”

Calrin blinked a bit and blushed in embarrassment, nodding slowly. “Ok...”

Justin grinned and ran off with the ball. Calrin was about to go after him, but he was stopped by a tug at his arm.

“You won't even say goodbye to your parents first?” Olivia asked teasingly.

Calrin giggled a bit and jumped up to hug his parents, who knelt down to receive it.

“Stay safe, Calrin, and have fun.” Henry said.

“You've already made a friend. I'm proud of you, Calrin.” Olivia said.

Calrin nodded and kissed both of his parents' noses. “Bye mommy, bye daddy!”

The adults watched their son run off with his new friend. Henry couldn't help but notice that Justin's parents were still there... and he was surprised to learn that Justin was the son of Patrick Daniels, whom he hadn't seen in years. He wanted to go over there and say hello and catch up. But then he remembered that it wasn't their day. It was for their sons. So he ushered Olivia out, and left Calrin to make his own friendships. Considering his own quick friendship with Patrick back in the day, he was confident that the one he just made would last for a long while.

The friendship of Calrin and Justin would go on to do just that.

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