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This is yet another story by me, the master of the plot twist, David Bennett. With the exceptions of the characters Neil, Khris, Micah, Hillary, Collin, Lindsay, and anyone I may be forgetting is property Kitsune25. The other characters are mine, and are subject to my rights, and if you wish to use them you must ask my permission first.

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"When Boredom Happens" A Tale from Apartment 232

I sat on the couch of my living room. I was staring off into space. I don't know why, but I was incredibly tired. The pain killers that I was on made me a little loopy, but not so loopy that I couldn't go to the studios to film, and not so loopy that I couldn't see Neil when he came by. Oh, did I mention that I had finally got the casts off my legs and had gone back to work? Yeah, what a doozy.

Three months had gone by, and my wedding date was quickly approaching. I had cleared it with the studio that they would give Neil and I a three-week honeymoon. Neil and I were going to go to someplace special, but I wasn't sure where. I couldn't wait, but at this moment, I was bored as fuck. I had nothing to do this day, and nothing was a big thing.

Outside, crews were finishing up the clearing out of the rubble around the old Bank 1 Tower ruins, they were almost done. After my episode of helping to clear out the rubble and finding that boy, I didn't have the heart to watch the crews anymore. To think, I had a parade of endless sexy meat and I didn't have the heart to watch it. Renee, you are a shame to foxdom and gay men all over.

Well, the only other person in the house with me was Chong. Chong lay reclined on one the beanbags, playing with his steadily growing hair, and smoking a joint with his other. He had made the weed cigarettes himself, and they looked and even smoked like normal cigarettes, only it was weed inside of them instead of tobacco. Why hadn't I stopped him from smoking it? Because I owed him. I felt bad for insulting him and for being so firm...and he had been good lately...so I figured one or two were all right. Besides, the last thing I wanted to do in my boredom was having an anxious Chong to deal with. So, I bent the rules a little. Besides, he had me on a technicality. I had told him he could smoke cigarettes, but not dubies. So he rolled his cigarettes and I had to bend on that one, but not break. I limited him to one per day. I really wanted my poor Chong to get de-permifried. So did someone very close to us, Lt. Mitchell. Lt. Mitchell had been by almost once a week, bringing Chong home from his usual hangouts, and I could still see the love in his eyes. It was a shame Mitchell couldn't just come out and admit it to Chong. Chong was by no means dumb, I mean his knowledge of plants and hydroponics was off the page; Chong could have made a killing in the botany field if he would just clean up his act and blood. Mitchell had even been by earlier in the day, checking up on Chong. "Checking out" would be more appropriate. Satan, I've become the narrator of "Gays of our lives"!

"Bored..." I said aloud. Chong gave me a funny look and shrugged. He dipped the ashes of his weed cigarette aside and laughed.

"You need a J break Ne-Ne. Why don't you have one?" He said, offering me one of his spare cigarettes.

"You know me. I don't partake in that kind of thing. Besides, getting high won't cure my boredom." I stated. I knew the last part was a complete lie, getting high would cure my boredom by allowing me to go to some kind of world that my mind would create, yet nothing would get accomplished. I'd just be stoned and laughing at myself.

Chong shrugged and muttered something like "More for me." before I stood up and wandered into the kitchen. I was kind of hungry. I then pivoted on my heel, and wondered where everyone was. I went through the list of friends and one lover and tried to figure out where my friends were.

Neil. Lets see, that's right, Neil was working extra hard at school and the such, and wouldn't be home until late. Damn.

Rowdy. Rowdy would be down at the Staples Center playing Blackball in a non-televised match. Well he'd be busy for a while.

Asher. Yeah, I recall, Asher was working overtime at Pesti's to make up for the hours he's missed while going to wrestling school. I could go down there and see how he is doing. I thought about doing that.

Sparky. Sparky was out at the track with Jicentia working on the racer for his next race. That eliminated them.

Micah and Khris. They were at one of the local sex clubs, getting Khris laid with Ishanka. That was something amazing, I'd had sex with Ishanka before and he could be...well...rough. Chances were that Khris wouldn't be in much condition to do anything after that, so I counted them out.

Well, those were all my friends that I could think of. I gave a sigh, and walked towards the door. I couldn't think of much to do, but I just had to get out of that room. I had the day off, and no where to go. I supposed I'd go and talk to Asher.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm out of here Chong." I said, grabbing my keys off the table and closing the door. Chong called out to acknowledge me leaving, but said nothing more to really give me any reason to leave. I grumbled to myself as I wondered towards the elevator. I could hear someone downstairs yelling. Judging by the way it sounded, it had to be none other than Fletcher. Gods how I wanted to lunge out and choke him. Sadly, I couldn't do anything further to endanger myself; otherwise the studio would drop me and find some other fox to do the job. So, I couldn't teach at the Camellia anytime soon, and I couldn't go out drinking. I guess that all I could do was go to Pesti's.

I pushed the button to hop on board the elevator, when the doors finally opened. A slightly older Fox was standing there. He looked lost. I shrugged as I stepped into the elevator. The fox was wearing a black trench coat with a high collar and some black pants with some nice dress shoes. His tail was all poofed out behind him, and he seemed to be leaning on a semi-showy cane of black obsidian. I couldn't see what the head of the cane looked like under his hand, but it didn't matter.

The Man was about 2 or 3 inches shorter than me, and had nothing on my build. The man had hardly any muscle, and seemed to be just fur and bones. He had kind, yet tired eyes of pale blue. He looked as if he may have once been an athlete, but lost his weight over time. He had to be in his fifties or sixties, but didn't really look it. Perhaps it was the gray streaks in his temples that gave away his age, perhaps not.

"Tell me, you lost?" I asked. The man turned and looked at me, and pouted his lips and shook his head.

"Nah, not really. I just came in to say a little blessing to someone and then leave. In and out deal." He said in a tired voice. He sounded like someone that had seen some hard times.

"Blessing?" I asked.

The man made a look of confusion towards me, and then nodded, and undid the top button of his coat. He unzipped it, and I saw something that was almost like the preverbal cross to a vampire. A roman collar. A Catholic Priest! AHHH!

And what I sight I must have been. I was wearing a pink silk shirt opened in the front that was metallic colored, and some matching colored hugging pants and sandals. My hair was free flowing, and down to my ass now. I took a step back and sighed, hoping he hadn't noticed my inverted cross pendant on.

"Oh...erm...cool." I said, trying to hide my unease. I may be cool to a lot of people, but if there is one kind of man I hate, it's a catholic priest. It's safe to assume that I wasn't in a good mood. I thanked the gods that I was just going down the elevator, and not going to be spending any more quality time with this guy. I pushed the button for the bottom floor, and the elevator lurched into action.

"Something wrong?" The priest asked.

"Nothing!" I said in a voice that was about 5 times higher than my normal speaking voice. The priest made a face that said he thought otherwise of the situation.

"You don't seem alright." He said, leaning against the wall of the elevator. I chuckled nervously.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong father - err sir."

The priest gave me a yeah - right kind of look and rolled his eyes.

And suddenly, as if fate had decided to intervene, the elevator lurched to a stop. The lights went dim, and we had stopped.

"Hmm, we've stopped." The priest said with a very thoughtful face. I laughed this time.

"Yeah, how very observant Mr. Conservative." I muttered. The Priest turned towards me, loosening his jacket and tilted his head.

"Now what was that supposed to mean? Why would you insult me like that just because the elevator has stopped prematurely. It's probably stress from the quake, and it was more than likely bound to happen."

"Look I can't be here. I just can't be here."

The priest turned and gave me another thoughtful look and then laughed. I wagged my tail in confusion.

"You're not a catholic are you?"

I looked him straight in the eyes and said flatly. "No."

"HA! Thought not. Tell me, what babble they have you believing? New-Age Christian? Protestant? Mormon?" He said as if he finally had me figured out. I turned to him and leaned against the wall of the elevator, hoping it wouldn't fall.

"Satanist." I said with an evil tone.

He raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "Now why would you want to go and believe such garbage? Sacrificing animals and the such-"

"I do not sacrifice things!" I interrupted. "I have never sacrificed anything other than my body and my time?"

The Priest chuckled. "And you find this kind of faith fulfilling?"

"Yes I do!"

"Why?"

"Because; for the sheer fact that I'm not ridiculed for the way that I lead my life and I am accepted in my sexuality."

"Sexuality huh? You gay?" The priest said, folding his arms.

"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" I asked, puffing my chest out a little.

"Pray. Pray that you find salvation." The priest said as he started chanting in latin.

Knowing what the priest was saying, I covered my ears. I didn't want to hear this. "No, shut up!"

But the priest continued his prayer, his voice echoing off of the metal walls. Why do I always get myself into these messes? When he had finally finished his prayer, he had a happy grin on his face.

"There."

I scoffed. "There what?"

"There, you've been prayed for. I've done my part. Now maybe Jesus will help with the rest."

I groaned. "Ah don't give me that Jesus crap. People that are 'saved' are just too weak to think for themselves."

"And how would you know?"

"Because, not everything can be taken on faith alone."

The priest undid a little more of his jacket. "And what if you lost faith, then were would you be?"

I shrugged. "Exactly where I am now. I am a man that can make his own decisions without fear. I can do what the hell I want."

He humfed. "Hell is the key word."

I turned away from him and slumped down to a sitting position. "Go molest an alter boy."

The priest suddenly became flushed and couldn't look at me. He cleared his throat and stared at his reflection in the mirrors. This was an odd change of stature.

The priest grumbled something out, I didn't hear him.

"Excuse me?"

"I said how did you know?" He said in a low tone. I gasped, and made a disgusted face.

"I didn't, I was just guessing."

"Did it show that much?"

"What?"

"My...other side?"

I made a Chandler like face from Friends and said. "What other side. I told you I was just guessing. I'm stuck in an elevator with a catholic priest!"

The priest shook his head and looked at me. "I would have hoped one of you would be understanding."

I slipped out of my shirt for a moment, the elevator was getting stuffy. "One of me? Try referring me as something else and perhaps I may listen."

The priest didn't miss a beat. "I just had these urges all my life, and once I-"

I held up a hand. "Are you sure you want to tell me this so early in the day? I mean people can have their fetishes but have some common sense man!"

The priest looked slightly crestfallen and he nodded. "Well I just wanted..."

"What you wanted isn't important, what you did was offend me."

And then he was silent.

A few minutes went by before a ringing came from my pocket. Holy crap, I forgot I had a cell phone! Neil had bought it for me as a way to keep in touch with everyone and keep track of all my appointments. I pulled it out and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Renee? This is Geoff. We met a few weeks ago?"

I remembered Geoff. A one night stand of mine that turned out to be something more. Geoff, a friend through friends, came to me wanting my "services". Now he called any time he had a problem. It could get annoying. The skunk - no he really is a sunk - would call me every time he had an issue about his sexuality. This was one of those such times I supposed.

"Geoff, now isn't a good time, I'm stuck in an elevator with a catholic priest." I said a little quietly.

"No problem," Began the charming British accent on the other end. Hmm, I knew more British guys. "I just wanted to tell you that I told him. Now I don't know what to do. He keeps making jokes about the situation, and I really do have feelings for him."

I sighed. I'd have to play the elevator psychologist for a while. "Geoff, that was something that should have been kept a secret. I doubt Trevor was ready for that kind of knowledge yet, he isn't gay."

The priest snickered as he listened and shuffled in his place.

"Well, I know that. He just...drives me wild. It's as if I know that he's the one for me, yet he isn't acting like it. Is there a way to turn him to our side?"

I laughed. "Our side? Geoff, you're Bi - I'm gay. I have no clue about seducing straight men, who do I look like, Kurt Storm?"

There was a sigh on the other line. "I suppose you're right. There isn't any turning him?"

"Well unless he actually shows and displays signs that he wants to pursue a gay lifestyle then there is no reason to go after him. I'd ease off if I were you. Now...I have to make a couple phone calls, call me back later."

"Right. Cheers..."

And he hung up.

"Sounds like an interesting situation. May I ask what was going on?" The priest said casually. I rolled my eyes.

"No. I'm calling for some help."

And I did. It would take the crew about 30 minutes to get us out, so I would have to wait. I groaned as I heard them arrive and start working above us. The priest sat down on the floor and stared off into space. It was a very tedious moment. I shrugged my shirt back on, and went into my wallet. I pulled it out and looked at all the pictures it contained. There were pictures of Neil and I cuddling, one of Neil and I hugging, and a picture of me in a bikini. I giggled at the sight of that one. I had that one taken almost a year and a half ago, it was a hot summer day and Asher and I had decided to go to the beach for some fun. He had snapped the picture of me sitting on the beach; I think from the picture that I was partially aroused at the time. I shrugged and put the pictures back into my wallet, giving a little sigh as I looked around the elevator.

The priest was just sitting there, staring off into space. His eyes told a story that I had never heard, nor knew. His eyes were alive with thought, he was definitely thinking about something. But what? I sighed. Perhaps I had been a little rude to the guy, and we were about to get out soon. I cleared my throat and he jumped, making me jump in turn. He looked at me, and smiled nervously.

"Sorry, I get jumpy in my age."

I raised a furbrow. "Your age?"

He nodded and sighed. "Yeah, I've been through a lot."

I shrugged. Why not ask? "Like?"

He sighed and looked at me. "Would you believe that I was in Nam?"

My eyes went wide. I fought the urge to say "Ooooo" and I just said, "Really?"

He nodded and sighed. "Yes. I was a Chaplin during the war. I saw a lot of creepy things, things that would blow your mind."

I nodded back. "Like?"

"Well, once I was out on this river...it's so quiet...so quiet you can hear the sound of your own heartbeat over anything else. Then out of no where, we get ambushed! I mean it was so quiet one moment, and the next it's thundering all around you. Anyhow, I saw my only friend get shot right in front of me. It's kind of haunted me for a long time."

I made a sick face. "Oh, sorry."

"Don't worry. I am not too worried about it."

"It's just a shame is all."

"Well, yeah, Thanks."

And suddenly the elevator lurched back into action again. We were separated as soon as the elevator opened. He waved goodbye as I stepped out, and resolved to use the stairs from then on. I walked out into onto the street, and walked very carefully to the crosswalk. I wasn't about to get hit by a car this time.

I crossed the street, and headed towards Pesti's. Inside, there were probably a hundred miscellaneous furs standing around, waiting to buy some pizza. And behind the counter, was my buff wrestler/pizza maker friend...Asher. The Night Manager of the store was busy, slapping out pizzas.

"One at a time, one at a time."

I wandered to the front. A couple of the teenagers were helping to take the orders, while poor Asher was almost covered from snout to tail in corn meal. Asher had on his apron with his name on it, and his black uniform with his often walked upon hat on his head. He looked really stressed. I waved to him. He just nodded twice quickly and went back to slapping out his dough.

"Bored?" Asher asked.

"Yeah. I can see you're not." I said with a smile. "I just got out of an elevator with a catholic priest." I said with some amazement. Asher scoffed and put some pizza sauce upon the pizza dough and slid it on to the other guy working and looked at me.

"Yeah, I can't really afford to be bored lately. Ever since I've started wrestling, Pesti's has been getting so much business. I'm a walking billboard in that ring. Well anyway, did you have sex with the guy or not?"

I made a sick face. "No."

"Good. I was starting to get worried. Hey, by the way, we have another guy who wants to move in with us."

I rolled my eyes. "And where is this guy going to sleep, the kitchen table? Fletcher is going to have a field day with how many people I have living in our apartment as it is."

Asher, the sheep herder border collie, shrugged. "Hey, I fell for this guy's story ok? I mean, gay hooker on the streets, making a living, but fearing for his life? I had to at least offer."

I shook my head. "So every guy who has a hard luck story and is gay is going to be offered a spot in our house? We're really pressed for room.

Asher shrugged. "Well, actually to tell you the truth, we can fit a second couch in the living room, and then it'd be ok. Anyway why don't you at least meet the guy?"

I rolled my eyes. "Asher you're deliberately trying to keep me from staying mad at you and you're succeeding." I said, not really able to stay mad at him. "Where is the guy?"

Asher grabbed another slab of dough off a tray and point to a booth in the far corner. "He's over there, the Alley cat."

I turned, and lo and behold, there he was. An alley cat. I tilted my head and turned back towards Asher. He nodded. I turned back to the male. The alley cat had to be no more than 19. Sleek, and very boyish, the young male was wearing a leather jacket opened in the front, some tight jeans, and a thong of which the straps you could see hugging his hips. He was munching on a small pizza, the likes of which looked to be wrought with toppings. He didn't notice me. I sighed and walked over. This Red Fox has no fears of someone younger than himself.

As I hovered over him, he turned and looked at me. He chewed his pizza slice and looked me over. He looked me up, and then down, and said with his mouth full. "Nice Tats."

I shrugged, not modest about my shirt being opened in the front. "Thanks. You talked to Asher about moving in?"

The teen quickly swallowed and nodded. He then grabbed a napkin and whipped his face off and gestured for me to sit. "Sit!" He said excitedly.

And I sat. I sighed. His pizza had everything on it, including anchovies. I made a face but then looked back at the spry teen in front of me and smiled. "So, tell me, why do you want to move in with me?"

He shrugged. "I want a place that's a little more like a home than my apartment. I am tired of living by myself, and I want roommates." He said in a kind and polite voice of his youth. I put my elbows on the table and rested my muzzle in one of my hands.

"And what do you do for a living?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I'm a hooker."

I shrugged back. "At least you're honest. Do you ever plan on doing anything more?"

He grabbed a slice of pizza and raised his eyes. "Maybe if something better comes up."

I nodded and continued to watch him. "Like?"

He sighed and became very thoughtful. "I've always wanted to do something in business, like a receptionist or something." He said as he leaned out and took a bite out of his slice. "Of if worse comes to worse I can still whore myself." He said with a shrug. Man, a lot of shrugging going on today.

"Do you know who I am?"

He shook his head and swallowed. "Nope."

I was amazed, a gay dude who didn't know who I was? It was off the page. "I'm Renee Morningstar. I am an Actor, and a Porn Star." I said without modesty.

The kid sighed and saluted me. "Here's to 'the business'." He said with a smile.

I nodded and saluted back. "Yeah, the business. Anyway, I am the one in charge of the house, and to be honest, I don't know if there's going to be any room?"

The kid waved it off. "You can get back to me on that. Maybe one of your roomies will move out and there'll be some room? I don't know."

"Perhaps, but I am not making anyone leave. If you want to join us, I am telling you that if you are accepted, it's just going to be a little crowded."

He held his hands up. "No skin off my nose really! I'd like to be crowded for once instead of being alone, solitude can really get to you."

"Cool. What's your name?"

"James."

I had heard of a James on the streets somewhere. Hmm. "Nice to meet you."

We shook hands, and he offered me a slice of his pizza. I declined. He said "more for me" and gave another slice a bite, before getting back into the conversation.

"So, who all do you have living with you? A lot I guess."

I sighed. "You have no idea."

He made a hand gesture for me to continue. "Tell me."

I looked around the room. The crowd was diminishing just a little, but I could tell that the place was still pretty packed. I then looked back at the cat and spoke. "Well first there's me. Then there's a drug addict, named Chong. After that, there is Asher and his boyfriend Rowdy who plays blackball for the LA Hoods. And last there is Sparky and His husband Jicentia, they work for Nascar. Well, that about covers it...so 6 of us in a two bedroom apartment."

"Wow. That's perfect."

"Perfect?"

"Yeah, I love lots of people, and you all sound so interesting. How did you all meat up?"

I told him the story to kill time. I told him about how Asher and I moved from the house on Tumbler Street and into the apartments, about Fletcher, about the cats at the theatre that told us about Sparky - I told him everything. As I rambled on and on, the kid seemed to eat up every word. He was totally in love with the stories. I left out a lot of details, but he liked my stories.

"Wow. You guys are cool."

"Thanks. Give me a call sometime."

I stood, and decided. Sure, maybe he could join us. But I had other things to do. I gave him the number to the house, and decided to have him call me. Would he?

Suddenly as I started to walk outside of the restaurant, my phone rang again. I answered it and stood on a corner.

"Hello?"

"Hi there darling, it's me, Neil."

I sighed happily. "Ah so nice to hear your voice."

He giggled on the other end of the line. "Always nice to hear yours. I am guessing you're pretty bored and are looking for something to do?"

"You really know me don't you?"

"Well I am engaged to you, I'd hope so."

"Man, I still can't get over that. In just a couple weeks you and I are going to get married!"

"Mm-Hmm. Now that everything is all planned all we have to do is go to the courthouse and get the Marriage Licenses, and then we will do the ceremonies and boom! Honeymoon time."

Like a ton of bricks, as I began to walk around the block, I came to the realization that I hadn't thought of where we wanted to go. I gasped and slapped my forehead. "Neil? Where are we going to go on our honeymoon?"

There was silence on the other side of the line, and then stammering. "You know, come to think of it, that's a GOOD question. I suppose we ought to think of that now that we have a few minutes."

"Um yeah that would be a good idea Neil."

I bumped into somebody and decided to lean against a corner of a building next to an alleyway. I heard Neil on the other line talk to someone for a moment, and then address me. "Renee, now is the perfect time. I have a pencil and a piece of paper ready to write down your ideas."

I thought. Where would I like to go? Mexico? Australia? Greece?

"Well, do we have a spending limit?"

Neil made a long thinking noise. "Um - not...really. You see, I have a little more financial aid coming to me from Collin, and therefore I can wing just about anything. Our wedding day is only about 2 weeks away, and you have a lot of filming to do until then. Now, why don't we think of a place that will be easy to buy tickets and reservations for at such short notice."

"Hmm, how about Sydney?"

"Good idea. I suggest Paris, but that's just me."

I thought on that. Both were good places, and Gay friendly...

"I would like to see another hemisphere Neil, and Paris might have been done a little too much."

Neil made another thinking noise, and then noises of agreement. "Yeah you're right about Paris, but are you sure you want to be on a plane that long?"

Without missing a beat I said. "It wont matter with you with me."

"Aw, that's sweet."

"Well you're sweet."

"You're sweeter."

"You're the sweetest."

Neil giggled again and once more I heard someone in the background. He said "Yeah" over and over again, before getting back on the phone with me. "Ok, um Renee? In about an hour, Collin is going to send a car over for you. He wants to meet you personally, and I agreed to let you go. You don't mind do you?"

I shook my head. "Not at all. Collin, wasn't he at the New Years Party?"

Neil thought for a moment before speaking. "Well he paid for the party on the rooftops, but I don't think he came out for it. Look, Collin is kind of reclusive, and if you know Hillary his butler then you now that they both are kind of in weird moods."

I nodded. "Yeah, it's raining odd British men around me." I said, snickering.

"Love if you don't like it, then tough. This old Brit is too old to change his stripes just cause you Americans don't like us." He said in a lower voice.

I laughed. "No! Hun I was making a joke. With all the people I know, it's like I'm tied to the British Mafia or something. I know you, and you are friends with Micah and Khris, who are long time friends with Hillary, whom you tell me is the butler for Collin. Not to mention, I've slepped with Geoff, who sings and is friends with Trevor, who are also British. It's nothing personal, but I just feel a little boxed in by British guys lately."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Neil spoke. "Boxed in? If you're feeling boxed in believe me I can do what it takes to make sure you're not boxed in by me." He said in a dejected voice.

"No no no! Hun, lets not fight...I was joking!"

I heard the sound of metal creaking in the background; Neil was probably leaning back in his chair. "Well then why joke? I take my British heritage very seriously. I'd appreciate it if you not make light of it again." He said sternly.

I couldn't believe it; our first fight. "Ok."

"Ok? Then what do you say?"

Without hesitation I answered. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I won't make fun of it again. I didn't know it bothered you."

"Well there are a lot of things you still don't know. It's going to be part of being married that we try to learn as much about one another as possible. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes! I can do that without any problem."

"Good. Now I have to get going, but you have a nice afternoon. Ok?" He said in a voice that sounded a little bit better.

"Ok. I'll do that."

"Love you. Call me from Collin's."

"Will do!"

Goodbye was said, and I hung up the cell phone. I smiled and put the phone away as I looked at the busy street in front of me. It was probably going to be the better part of an hour before I would get picked up, so I tried to think of something to do. I was about to step back out of the alleyway before I heard a voice in my ear.

"Freeze." A male voice said from behind.

My tail went up, and I froze. I gulped, and started to turn my head around to look at who was behind me but the person shouted at me to keep looking forward. I gulped and tried to thin of what to do.

"Start walking backwards..." The voice ordered.

I nodded and started to walk backwards as I tried to formulate a plan in my head. I could have tried spinning around with a heel kick to the head, but I hadn't had much training on what to do if you haven't seen your opponent. All my martial arts skills weren't going to do me much good at this point. I sighed, and as I stepped backwards, I felt the prick of a knife in my back. I yelped, and an arm wrapped around my waist, and the knife went to my throat, as I was pulled further back into the alleyway. The body against mine was distinctly male...I was almost jelous at the package I felt through my pants. The knife dug into my throat, and the slightest flick would have slit me from ear to ear. I kept walking into the alleyway until I was pulled around a corner, further into an alleyway that was cornered to the first. The man then let me keep walking backwards until we hit a wall.

What happened next was kind of quick. I was spun around a few times violently, and then thrown against one of the graffiti wrought walls, and let go. As I tried to collect myself, I looked. My attacker was some kind of shark creature. He was thick and muscular. He was wearing a black leather jacket, white t-shirt, and black denim jeans with his feet in boots. He had a bowie knife in one hand, and a machete in the other hand. Both looked deadly. I was too dizzy to make out any more details other than he was too sleek of a shark to be a great white, but was colored like one.

"Alright fruitcake...hand over the phone and all your cash." He said in a demanding tone.

I laughed. "A mugger? How ironic. You'd think me playing a cop would matter." I said absently. But before I could say much more, the man slapped my face with the flat of the machete, smacking me kind of hard. My ears rang with the impact, and my face really hurt. "Oww...fuck."

The shark shook his head and pointed the blades at me again. "I wont warn you again. Just hand over the shit and you'll come out of this with all your body parts intact."

I nodded, and had to rethink my plan. Sharks were usually bullheaded and mean what the say. Not only that, they were really good at taking impacts, so my kickboxing would do nothing much but annoy him and get me killed. I stood, and let my body become less dizzy.

"Satan help me..." I grumbled as I started to reach for my wallet.

"That's right...ya fruitcake..."

Suddenly I heard the sound of a gun cocking, and someone shouting "Freeze!" A little louder.

"Fuck!" The shark said. He suddenly dropped his blades and put his hands up into the air. "Dude..."

I turned and looked. No way...it was James, the Alleycat. He was packing a rather mean looking handgun that was pointed at the shark. I knew sharks might be footproof, but not bulletproof. The only creatures that I knew that were hard as hell to shoot were Rhinos and Elephants, and the shark would have made a fine Swiss cheese after James' gun got through with him.

"Alright, now get out of here Shark bait." Jason ordered. The shark that seemed so tough a moment ago, was gone in no time, running at a fast sprint out of the alleyway. I gulped and turned towards James. James was putting the gun in the small of his back and was shaking his head. You could still see the straps of his thong sticking out of his pants. Suddenly...Jason was hot.

"Wow...how can I than you?"

James didn't answer. He just stood, his handsome chest bared like mine, and put his hands on his hips. "I thought you'd run into trouble when I saw him follow you out of Pesti's. That guy is a laky of one bad mother fucker, so I figured I'd come and loan you a hand."

I was flabbergasted. I stepped forward towards him, and tossed my hair back. I was about a foot taller than him, but we were matched in build. "Wow. Who is this guy?"

James shuffled his foot, and wagged his tail. "They call him 2-blade. He is infamous for slitting the throat of his victims...after he lobs all their limbs off. He probably wasn't going to kill you, but knowing 2-blade you probably would have lost a hand. You see, he is under the direct authority of Syckle...and Syckle isn't a nice man to run into...especially if you are like us."

I hissed and sighed. "Again, I can't thank you enough. You saved me."

He laughed. "I can think of one way you can thank me..."

I rolled my eyes. "Well this is rather quick for us to be doing sexual stuff."

He shook his head. "No, I was going to say, let me move in with you."

I thought about it long and hard. He did save me...but would there be room?

"Alright. We'll try it out."

He smiled, and walked over. "Thanks. You won't regret this."

And then he leaned out and kissed me.

* * *

The Limo had pulled up in front of the Churchill Estates exactly an hour after my phone conversation had ended. James, who had decided to begin the process of moving his clothes over, had left. Hillary, the husky, had shown up in a fancy suit. Hillary was taller than me by about a foot, and was very built from what I gathered. He had a handsome white and brown fur pattern. He had a cute little face, and he had the character to back it up.

My jaw had dropped when I was taken into the hills to Collin's vast mansion and estate. I gasped...it had to be bigger than anything I had ever seen. And stepping out of the limo, I felt dwarfed by the British Butler Hillary, and the building in front of me.

"Wow..." I said, looking around.

"Yes, it's impressive." Hillary said, smiling.

"And you LIVE here?"

Hillary laughed and shut the door to the limo. "Yes. I live and work here."

"Cool."

And Hillary gave me the grand tour. The tennis courts, the swimming pools, and vast winding hallways and cavernous rooms of the Mansion itself, and finally the back yard. There, Collin the black curly haired Red Fox stood. He himself was a handsome vision.

Collin stood about 5-11, and probably about 160 pounds. He was wearing a dark blue, 18'th century style coat with a matching period shirt. He had on some tan tight pants and some tights underneath that. He looked so regal. His build was that of someone who swam a lot, but he wasn't hulking like Hillary.

Collin wanted to meet me for some reason, so after walking around this guy's place for an hour, I decided to hear this guy out.

"Collin?" I asked, reaching out to shake his paw.

"Delighted to meet you." He said in a different style British accent than I was used to. "I am indeed Collin. That as you know is my long time friend and butler Hillary. Hillary you are excused."

Hillary gave a nod, and turned and headed back into the house. The back yard was a giant lounge it seemed. There were tables, and statues, and shade umbrellas all over the place. The sun shone over the back of the house, so we were perfectly in the line of the sun. All around you could see other mansions, and the city not to far off in the distance. He had a magnificent view.

"I am really quite impressed. This all seems like some kind of fancy movie."

Collin smiled. "You have no idea. Tell me, how does the movie business go?"

I sighed, and sat down in one of Collin's lounge chairs without asking...he didn't seem to mind. He slipped out of his coat and sat next to me." It's hard. On a given day, I'll be doing a fight scene, a love scene, or just a few comedic 1-liners. The love scenes kill me cause they're bad, it's worse than watered down softcore...bad watered down softcore. I don't really like it. Other than the acting and stuff I suppose it's ok."

Collin nodded. "And your lover Neil, are you really close to him?"

I smiled and kicked back. "Oh absolutely. I love him more than anything in the world."

Collin smiled back. He had the most adorable brownish eyes. His short curly hair was ever so pretty. He leaned a little closer and let out a long exhale. "You know, I spent a lot of money on that new years party."

"Oh yeah. I can't thank you enough."

"I just wanted to know if it was well spent. Did you enjoy the party?"

I opened my arms. "Immensely!"

And without warning, he crawled into my lap, and sat on my crotch facing me. He smiled and looked down at me. "I'm so glad."

I raised an eyebrow. "Um...what are you doing?"

He smiled and leaned back a little bit. "Look, I'll be frank. I haven't had sex in a long while, and I've been really depressed lately. Would you do me a favor and bugger me?"

I was caught aghast. "Collin, I just met you...don't you think we should wait until I've been in your company for at least 10 minutes?

"Nope."

And thus began one of the most intresting bouts of sex I'd ever had. Collin leaned out, and pressed out muzzles together. His kiss was more tender than I had felt anyone's...period. I felt the urge...he was good, and he was getting me horny. I kissed back just as slowly, my tongue slipping in and lapping at him nicely. The fact that we were both foxes meant that out anatomies were just about matched; out muzzles perfect length for the kiss. As I felt him plunging himself into me, and massaging my naked chest under his fingertips. His massaging was much like water flowing over polished stones, moving over my crevices and my vallies.

I leaned forward, and shrugged out of my shirt, as I brought my hands forward to unbutton his. When my hands undid the final button, I saw a magnificent specimen above me. He had a little bit of a chest tuft, and had a nice build. As I brought my own hands to touch him, he was a little soft, but not too soft. His fur was nicely conditioned, to allow my hands to make my way through it like a giant comb. I moved my hands to his flat and toned pectorals, and gave them a squeeze as he shrugged out of his shirt as well. He then leaned down, and kissed me once again.

As we kissed, we both wiggled out of out pants and underwear, completely revealed to the world. We didn't care. I looked down and saw his pink member against my tattooed fur. He was almost my exact same size. I smiled. He leaned down, my cock nestled safely in the crack of his ass as he started to rock back and forth against it. The sensation sent pleasure tremors through my groin as I wrapped my legs around his, and kissed him once again. The flavor of his mouth was something wild, like cinnamon, and it fueled the burning lust inside of me as we started to get more animal like...we started to get rough.

His hands began to explore me at a faster rate, as did mine. My hands moved all over him like some woman in a cheep porno. I began to grind my cock against his ass, almost humping him as I tried to milk the pleasure for all I could. He then began to pull off as he started to kiss about my face and neck, moving down to the finite curves of my muzzle.

"Mmm..." He moaned.

"Ohhh..." I whispered back.

"Bugger me..." He whispered to me. I nodded, and started to slide my way up his crack a little, until my head met his tailhole. I started to slide my way in, his ass wrapping around me like the tightest wrapped lips in the world. It was warm, and it burned...I liked it. He moaned in great pleasure as I started to slide into him further. This was definitely happening fast, but as we lay in that lawn chair, completely clasped, it was hard to go back.

When I had reached my zenith, I started to pull back, and then thrust in. He yelped in pleasure, and started to ride me, spooning his belly into mine as he moved up and down my meaty manhood. He began to grunt a little as I slid my hands onto his hips to control him better, thrusting deep into his moist innards.

I then slipped another hand down, and onto his cock, and began to stroke. As I humped him, it didn't take long before my hand and chest were coated with his semen. I suppose it had been a while indeed.

I rocketed my cum into him after a countless eternity of humping him, slipping my knot into him and ting us. I screamed in pleasure as he let out a long feminine grr. It was quick, but fulfilling.

"Wow..." Was once again all I could say."

"Tanks."

"No problem, but I can think of better ways of getting to know someone."

He licked my cheek and hugged me. "I'm not going anywhere for a while."

I tilted my head to the side. "Yup."

Ne-Ne, meet Collin. Collin, meet Renee. Purr...

"I can't wait to marry Neil."

Collin laughed. "I can guess. I could feel yourself holding back."

Renee shrugged. "Nothing personal."

"Nah...I just needed that."

"So...do you normally do this? Invite men to your mansion and just...yiff?"

He shook his head. "No...normally I am in denial about my sexuality...but I knew you would help me with what I needed."

I frowned. "Well just cause I'm very sexually open doesn't make me a whore."

He shook his head again. "Nope...didn't think of you as one. I just wanted to...make friends."

I smiled. "Well...welcome to what I call 'The Circle'."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Can I come to the wedding?"

"Sure."

"Awesome...now if you'll forgive me, I'm gonna pass out now."

And Collin did, true to his word. He passed out on my chest. I cradled him as I looked about. Suddenly Hillary was standing over me, with a fat shit eating grin on his face.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You two look good together."

I closed my eyes and laid my head flat on the back of the chair. "Thanks - I guess."

Hillary put his hands in his pockets and began to walk around to the back of the chair. "It's just rare for him to get something this sweet. And I am glad to see him happy. Another reason why I won't be going to the bar tonight."

"Good for you. I'd heard about you and your drinking problem."

He scoffed. "Well yeah, and I heard about you and your sex problem."

Touché

"Well, anyway...it was nice meeting you Hillary."

Hillary snickered. "It was nice meeting you too."

Oh...I can't wait till the honeymoon...then I'll get to be alone...with Neil and no one else. No one else....