Your Name Ch. I - Wishing Back a Friend
#1 of Your Name
Videogames: something that the average teenage male fur incorporates heavily into his life. Whether it's racing, shooting, sports, puzzles, or whatever else there may be, it is rare to find a teenager of the modern age who has never played and enjoyed a videogame once in his life. Kail and Shane were no exception. Kail, a thirteen-year-old standard fox with large ears, big paws, and wide eyes sat in an orange tee shirt and brown cargo pants on his best friend's bed as the two fought through hordes of Covenant militia in Halo 3.
Since Kail didn't own the game and Shane did, the jet-black wolf had an obvious advantage over his fox partner. Shane was a typical black wolf, also of age thirteen, but to his embarrassment he was a mere five-foot-one-inch tall; eight inches shorter than the typical wolf his age and five inches shorter than his best friend. Shane had always been short, and had a feeling that he would be all his life. He didn't have any muscle, and was thin enough that if someone accidentally stepped on him while he was lying down they might snap him. Kail was the opposite; the fox had a light layer of muscle that was highly defined beneath his short white fur. He looked good for thirteen, and the wolf had always envied him.
"Get your ass in gear!" the wolf exclaimed playfully. "I can't take all these Elites by myself!"
"I'm doing my best," the fox growled, squeezing his controller tightly as he mashed down the right trigger as hard as he could. Bullets and lasers were flying across the screen. Shane, who played as Master Chief, a badass Rottweiler in a high-tech suit of armor which accelerated his body movements and strength, was far ahead of Kail, who played as the Arbiter, a massive alien being with incredible ability.
"We're so close!" the wolf shouted energetically, switching to his Battle Rifle now that his Brute Shot had run out of ammunition. He sat on his bed next to the fox dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white tee shirt with a black digital design on the front. Both canines had wide eyes as their weapons flared, carving through Covenant forces slowly but surely in their advance towards the end of the level. Then, with Kail out of ammunition and Shane with only six bullets left, the two passed through a short hallway and made it to the end of the level. Both furs jumped up cheering and promptly high-fived each other, followed by a friendly hug. "We finally did it!" Shane shouted. "I thought we'd never get past that level on Legendary!"
"Hah! We sure showed those alien freaks," Kail said with a smile. "You're awesome, man."
"Thanks, dude," Shane answered. "You hungry?"
"Fucking starved," the kit replied, patting his stomach for emphasis. The fox turned to rush downstairs to get a snack from his friend's fridge, but the wolf caught his arm. The fox turned and looked at his friend. "What, dude?"
The wolf's ears were flat against his head as he held tight onto his friend's wrist. "Kail," he said with great gravity, "I need to talk to you about something. It's been on my mind for a while, and I need to tell you about it. Will you listen?"
The fox looked worried. "Of course, man. What's up?"
Shane pulled his friend back to his bed and the two sat down. The wolf had his tail between his legs and his paws in his lap as he said, "Kail... dude..."
Now the fox was concerned. "What's wrong, Shane?"
The wolf looked up, gathering the strength to look his friend in the eye. "Kail, you always told me that you and I would be friends forever, no matter what. Are you able to fulfill that promise?"
The fox tilted his head slightly. "Shane..."
"Kail," he cut him off sharply. "Kail... I'm gay."
The pair sat in silence for a while. The fox stared the wolf straight in the eye, mouth slightly agape. Shane went on talking. "I've wanted to tell you for a while now but I didn't have the strength. I wasn't sure how you'd react. I'm so afraid of losing you because you're my best friend... Kail, you're not just my best friend, you're my ONLY friend, and if I lost you... Kail... Kail, please say something..."
The fox seemed frozen in time, but eventually he closed his mouth and licked his lips a few times nervously. "Are..." he started, "are you s-sure?"
The wolf nodded gently. "Yeah..."
"How long have you known?" he asked stoically.
"About... about a month."
Kail stared at his friend a little longer before saying, with a disappointed expression, "I'm... I'm going home now." He stood quickly and made for the door.
The wolf jumped up after him. "Kail!" he said, tears now streaming from his eyes. "Kail, don't do this! Please! Let's just talk-" Shane, in an attempt to slow his friend down just before he was about to go down the stairs and leave, grasped the fox around the wrist again. This time Kail had no patience. He swung around and connected his black-furred fist with Shane's cheek. The wolf spun around from the force and landed on his back on the carpet. A thick stream of blood ran from his canine nose. He looked weakly up at the fox who now towered over him, chest puffed up, paws in fists, snarling and crying down at him. "Don't you dare ever touch me again," he growled. "I... I never want to see you again."
Then the fox stormed out of his best friend's front door and went back to his own house, the orange fur beneath his eyes matted with tears. Back at his own house, Shane laid on the floor in his upstairs hallway, his tears and blood slowly dripping into the carpet.
~FIVE YEARS LATER~
The six-foot-four black wolf pressed with all his strength to propel the metal bar upward to the sky. His face narrowed to an angry snarl as he focused all his energy into the metal rod. Veins bulged across his arms which worked towards accomplishing the amazingly audacious feat he was now attempting. Could he do it? Of course he could, and a moment later there was a loud clang as he returned the bar to its resting place on the supports above his head. He sat up from the bench and looked around the room. Several furs, each with a rather muscular physique, stood shirtless around him, smirking as he sat up and wiped the sweat off his neck. He stood up with a proud smirk. "There you go," he said victoriously, "two hundred."
"Damn," Koji, a Bengal tiger, said. "Never seen anyone bench two hundred."
An otter with an easily discernable six-pack beneath his creamy fur shrugged noticeably, holding on to a towel that wrapped around his neck in both paws so that his biceps flexed. "Not bad," he said jokingly, "for a queer."
That earned him a light punch on the arm by the wolf. "This queer will always be one-hundred-ten percent more badass than you," he said with a smirk.
"Oh, come on, Shane," the otter moaned playfully while rubbing his now sore shoulder. "I was just kidding."
Shane, for it was he, chuckled as he toweled off his neck. "Too bad I wasn't," he said with a smirk. His voice was deep, but not too deep. It suited his image and character nicely. "C'mon, guys. Let's hit the showers. I'm beat." As he started to walk away the rest of his group--the otter, whose name was Kyle, Koji the tiger, a Labrador Retriever, two ferret brothers, and a tall gecko--quickly followed him.
"Sure that's not the only reason you wanna go shower?" The otter said with a wink. More gay jokes.
Shane turned his head to the side and stared the otter down with a slight smirk. "You wanna get punched again?" The otter just flashed him a huge, goofy grin in response.
Once the large group entered the locker room they promptly stripped out of their workout clothes and made for the showers. The large wolf's tail swayed back and forth contentedly as he stood facing the wall beneath the warm water. His biceps were sore. His pectorals were sore. In fact... everything was sore. He loved the feeling, knowing that his workouts were doing him well. He smirked lightly as he heard his friends teasing each other about their girlfriends, their bodies, their intelligence; pretty much anything they could think of. He ran his paws through his fur, starting at his neck, down to his chest, then his abs, finally reaching his package, stopping a minute to grope and fondle his impressive sheath and balls. He lost himself in the sensations, barely registering as the tip of his blood red cock emerges from his sheath. He came to when he suddenly felt a paw on his shoulder. He turns around, releasing his nuts from his paw, looking into Koji's eyes. "Everyone's leaving," the tiger said.
The wolf blushed with embarassment. "Sorry, I got carried away."
The tiger shrugged. "Happens to me all the time." Then the big cat turned to follow the rest of the group. The wolf's eyes were glued to the tiger's ass. The short white fur was so taunting. Shane clenched his eyes shut and looked away with a sigh. Too bad each of his friends had to be straight.
Shane shut off the water and snagged a clean towel from a shelf, toweling off his body as well as he could, his fur still unavoidably damp. He pulled on a pair of loose boxers which easily supported his package beneath a pair of deep blue athletic shorts. He didn't bother with a shirt as it would only get damp from his fur. Besides, he always loved to show off his toned body.
He bid his friends adieu in the locker room and walked across the parking lot towards his car. He was still bare-chested and consequently received many lustful stares from many females. The wolf just smirked at them, feeling bad yet a little bit narcissistic knowing that they wouldn't get to have him due to his sexuality, and kept walking towards his car, his black gym bag over his right shoulder. He reached the white Toyota Corolla and threw his bag in the backseat before climbing into the driver's seat, igniting the engine, and turning on the radio, pulling out of the parking lot to the baseline of "One (Your Name)"
Other than being cut off by a pickup truck pulling out of a Seven Eleven and having to brake suddenly for a guy running a red light, Shane got home relatively uneventfully. He exited the car and entered his rather bland house through the dark green front door. He had wanted for the longest time to paint the exterior; the white siding and black shingles on the roof had never appealed to him.
Inside the house was no more exciting than the exterior. Beige walls, light grey carpet, simple furniture. The kitchen and dining room had a dark wood floor which he thought clashed with the light carpet. He threw his back pack and gym bag to the floor beside the door, stripped out of his sneakers, and made for his bedroom. He ascended the stairs quickly, yet paused at the upper landing, like he so often did.
He stared with sadness in his golden eyes at the spot just outside his doorway where the carpet was just barely noticeably darker from where his blood had soaked into it. He felt himself start to tear up as he thought of the small, feeble wolf who had been rejected by his best friend. I could see a vivid image of his self, right down to the clothes he was wearing. He stood over his vision much like the fox had done five years ago. Shane didn't totally notice it, but Kail had been the reason for his entire life. The reason for working out so heavily to build up his body image, the reason for not making any new friends through his high school career, even his acting straight, despite coming out; it was all because of the fox abandoning him. He blinked the tears out of his eyes before moving into his room and dropping his athletic shorts at the door.
Shane rested naked on his bed for two hours, although he was unaware of the passage of time. He thought back to Kail, as he did often. He wondered how the fox was, if he was regretting leaving, how he was doing living in Texas after his parents moved there because of his mother's job; he had moved shortly after ditching Shane. He even wondered what the fox looked like. Was he tall? Toned? How did he wear his headfur? And most significantly, what was his cock like? He clenched his eyes shot whenever he envisioned a thin, toned, well-endowed fox with a nine inch shaft. During this period of thought he had gotten hard twice, both times from an unwanted stray thought about his old friend rubbing the wolf's own relatively large balls, and both times he let it die. He refused to touch his own shaft when it had been summoned by such daring thoughts. The wolf was snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of the front door closing. His mom was home.
He jumped out of bed, stopping half a second to admire his own body in the mirror as he crossed it on his way to his dresser. From the light-wood drawers he conjured a pair of boxers, some loose black cargo pants, and a loose-fitting white tee shirt with the Nine Inch Nails logo on the front. With his tail wagging slightly he made his way downstairs to greet his mother.
"Hey Mom," he said, snagging an apple from their fruit bowl on the table.
"Hi sweetie," Shane's mother, Alyssa Cross, replied as she set her purse on the counter and stripped off her coat. "How was school?"
"It was school, Mom," he said, sticking his tongue playfully out at her and squinting his eyes shut in mock disgust.
Alyssa smiled and chuckled to herself as she rubbed her palm against her son's forehead lovingly. "You know," she said, "you act so tough for your friends, but I know that you're still just a pup deep down."
"That's not true," he said with a smile. "I just act cute so you'll give me what I want." With a sly smirk he took another bite out of the light green fruit, his canine teeth crunching as he chewed.
The she-wolf rolled her eyes and turned to open the fridge. Contrary to her son, her own fur was a lush forest brown. He inherited his fur from his father for sure. Mr. James Cross had left the family for another woman-a golden retriever-when Shane was a pup of two. His fur was exactly the same as his son's, right down to its long length.
"Did you notice the trucks?" Mrs. Cross asked.
"What trucks?" Shane asked, standing to look out the window to see if he could notice the vehicles in question.
"Apparently we have new neighbors," she said. Then, noticing her son searching out the window for them, she told him, "You won't be able to see them from here. They moved in a few blocks down. I thought you might have noticed them on your way home."
"I didn't see anything," the tall wolf answered, taking one last look out the window before returning to his kitchen. "Have you gotten a good look at them?"
"The trucks?"
"The neighbors."
"Oh. No, I haven't. But I do know that they're a group of foxes."
Shane rolled his eyes. Not only did he have to deal with new people, a thing he wasn't fond of after his incident with Kail, but also they were foxes just like his old friend, and only moved two houses down from where his best friend used to live, according to his mother. The introductions were going to be horrible. "Do they have any kids?"
"They have a son your age and a little girl age four."
"Damn," he said softly. Fourteen years between siblings. That had to be tough. Yep, introductions were going to be horrible, indeed.
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END OF CHAPTER I
I haven't written anything in a while and I just wanted to put this piece out because it's been sitting in my mind for a while. Once my art skills improve I plan on making this into a full grayscale comic; more information about that will come out when I feel I'm ready to draw. Don't worry, it will be free and available on SoFurry and FurAffinity once it comes out. As for the story, this chapter is No-Yiff but future ones will include yiff.
Soundtrack:
One (Your Name) - Swedish House Mafia ft. Pharrell (I thought the lyrics of this song went nicely with the theme of the story)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baYpUHCkKxs
Shane and Kail © Drayne_The_Wolf 2010: Do not reproduce characters without permission of author.