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This all stems from something that bothered me. In a world of so many species all interacting, how does in school sex education work? This question was a good one to me, and while I'd love to see it in a more visual format as I am a perv it brought to mind my own year of grade seven and the events that surrounded it. Yes, Vernon is me. But I hope to hell he gets more action in this story then I ever did in real life with these events.

This is just the start of the entire thing, a page and a bit of text that is my writing attempt for the day.
", "writing": "The building was nothing much from the outside. A square structure that might have been a warehouse if it had not been tucked near the centre of the small town, nowhere near the artery’s that such a building would serve. Ample parking surrounded it, but there was only a smattering of cars to be seen in the slowly advancing twilight. The facade held nothing but a neon sign, 'J.J's', the neon on the one J and s flickering on and off not unlike a gigantic bug zapper. \n\nBut it is inside that our story takes us. Into the atmosphere of cheap hotdogs and french fries. Of faded worn carpets, and concrete chipped and dented by hundreds of feet. Of boards scuffed and damaged, and painted over one two many times. Of music played loud over a not too great audio system, and a giant rotating disco ball throwing sparkles of illumination over the dim scene. Yes, our story takes us to the local roller rink, perhaps the only evening entertainment for cubs of a certain age. Too young to have a car and the limited freedom it entailed, and too old to be entertained by the latest G flavoured fare at the movie theatre. It is in this den of forced frivolity that we see two cubs among the many. \n\nThese two are not among those currently on the rinks floor, attempting to impress one and other with their skating skills, but rather stand apart, tucked into the small corner formed where the rink curls away from the wall. It is unimportant to note their species, only that they had recently bumped into one and other while coming out of the washroom facilities, and in doing so resumed a long standing amity. \n\n“I tell you, stay away from Kevin, he's mine!” The one snapped, paws curling unconsciously to show the tips of claws within.\n\n“Fuck that! He can go with whoever he wants. And he wants, me!” the other retorted, tail held high, a snarl on her face.\n\n“You wouldn't know what to do with him, bitch. I'll give him what he doesn't even know he needs!” The lighter coloured one moved her hand to caress her own hip gently.\n\n“What he needs is me. And he knows it too. I won't give him up to a skank like you, either.” The darker one said, half turning as if to stalk away.\n\n“Wait!” The lighter one half-shouted. “I'll make you a bet that I can please him more. The one that looses has to stay the fuck away from Kevin.” She said in a tone that indicated she had no doubt who the winner would be.\n\n“What makes you think I'd bet you on that. And what sort of bet would it be anyways? No fucking way your getting anywhere near him. I'll cut your pretty face wide open first.” A flash of claw gleamed momentarily in the darker ones paw.\n\n“Vernon.” The first spoke gently, and seeing the look of confusion on the seconds face added, “The first to get him wins.”\n\n“You have to be fucking kidding me? Vernon? From class? That dork? No fucking way I am dating that piece of shit.”\n\n“I never said date.” the first said in a smug tone. “I meant, the one that gets his virginity, wins.”\n\nEarlier that month:\n\nVernon hated school. It wasn't that he hated learning, though he wished French was never invented, but school was a place that any grade seven outcast might hate. God knows he had tried to make the most of it. He'd even been stupid enough to try to win a spot on student counsel. That had really shown him just how popular he really was. Fourteen votes. Fourteen. Out of the entire school of nearly six hundred. If loosing hadn't been enough of a blow to his ego, learning the vote total had been even worse.\n\nRemoving the thick glasses from his face, Vernon sighed, and rubbed his muzzle. Looking into the mirror he frowned as he slid the glasses back on. The glint of silver on the black markings of his facial mask pissed him off even more today. Turning, he walked away from the mirror, and out of the boys bathroom, returning back in the direction of the gym. \n\nGym didn't normally suck too badly. True he was no good at sports, but even in grade seven you still got to do a good fraction of games. However today was a huge exception. Days just did not get much worse then this. Even from here he could here the strains of music as their wolf teacher, Mr Black lead the class on the steps to a square dancing song.\n\nDance had to be the most embarrassing thing you could do as a boy. Especially a boy that none of the girls would even glance at. “Or touch.” Vernon muttered to himself as he stepped through the door leading back into the gym proper. Watching the classmates go through the motions of the dance, Vernon was again glad that he had strained a leg muscle the other day. At least today he could avoid that embarrassment of being the one guy none of the girls wanted to pair up with. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The building was nothing much from the outside. A square structure that might have been a warehouse if it had not been tucked near the centre of the small town, nowhere near the artery’s that such a building would serve. Ample parking surrounded it, but there was only a smattering of cars to be seen in the slowly advancing twilight. The facade held nothing but a neon sign, 'J.J's', the neon on the one J and s flickering on and off not unlike a gigantic bug zapper.

But it is inside that our story takes us. Into the atmosphere of cheap hotdogs and french fries. Of faded worn carpets, and concrete chipped and dented by hundreds of feet. Of boards scuffed and damaged, and painted over one two many times. Of music played loud over a not too great audio system, and a giant rotating disco ball throwing sparkles of illumination over the dim scene. Yes, our story takes us to the local roller rink, perhaps the only evening entertainment for cubs of a certain age. Too young to have a car and the limited freedom it entailed, and too old to be entertained by the latest G flavoured fare at the movie theatre. It is in this den of forced frivolity that we see two cubs among the many.

These two are not among those currently on the rinks floor, attempting to impress one and other with their skating skills, but rather stand apart, tucked into the small corner formed where the rink curls away from the wall. It is unimportant to note their species, only that they had recently bumped into one and other while coming out of the washroom facilities, and in doing so resumed a long standing amity.  

“I tell you, stay away from Kevin, he's mine!” The one snapped, paws curling unconsciously to show the tips of claws within.

“Fuck that! He can go with whoever he wants. And he wants, me!” the other retorted, tail held high, a snarl on her face.

“You wouldn't know what to do with him, bitch. I'll give him what he doesn't even know he needs!” The lighter coloured one moved her hand to caress her own hip gently.

“What he needs is me. And he knows it too. I won't give him up to a skank like you, either.” The darker one said, half turning as if to stalk away.

“Wait!” The lighter one half-shouted. “I'll make you a bet that I can please him more. The one that looses has to stay the fuck away from Kevin.” She said in a tone that indicated she had no doubt who the winner would be.

“What makes you think I'd bet you on that. And what sort of bet would it be anyways? No fucking way your getting anywhere near him. I'll cut your pretty face wide open first.” A flash of claw gleamed momentarily in the darker ones paw.

“Vernon.” The first spoke gently, and seeing the look of confusion on the seconds face added,  “The first to get him wins.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me? Vernon? From class? That dork? No fucking way I am dating that piece of shit.”

“I never said date.” the first said in a smug tone. “I meant, the one that gets his virginity, wins.”

Earlier that month:

Vernon hated school. It wasn't that he hated learning, though he wished French was never invented, but school was a place that any grade seven outcast might hate. God knows he had tried to make the most of it. He'd even been stupid enough to try to win a spot on student counsel. That had really shown him just how popular he really was. Fourteen votes. Fourteen. Out of the entire school of nearly six hundred. If loosing hadn't been enough of a blow to his ego, learning the vote total had been even worse.

Removing the thick glasses from his face, Vernon sighed, and rubbed his muzzle. Looking into the mirror he frowned as he slid the glasses back on. The glint of silver on the black markings of his facial mask pissed him off even more today. Turning, he walked away from the mirror, and out of the boys bathroom, returning back in the direction of the gym.

Gym didn't normally suck too badly. True he was no good at sports, but even in grade seven you still got to do a good fraction of games. However today was a huge exception. Days just did not get much worse then this. Even from here he could here the strains of music as their wolf teacher, Mr Black lead the class on the steps to a square dancing song.

Dance had to be the most embarrassing thing you could do as a boy. Especially a boy that none of the girls would even glance at. “Or touch.” Vernon muttered to himself as he stepped through the door leading back into the gym proper. Watching the classmates go through the motions of the dance, Vernon was again glad that he had strained a leg muscle the other day. At least today he could avoid that embarrassment of being the one guy none of the girls wanted to pair up with.

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