FSE

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ok, so everyone, this is my first ever completed story. im releasing it in two large parts so no need to wait, i literally just speant like, half an hour correcting some major spelling errors but i didnt want Ruth to give this one a once over, not really worth it in my opinion (im sure he will disagree) but anyway this is the second thing i ever wrote, the first being ship life, and i decided "Hey, why not post it here?"

so without further adu, the fail that is the smut i thought would get me attention, and the shit that used to pass as really good writing in my eyes...take pity on me and dont comment on any spelling or grammar please!!

Dr. Dowle sr. Had been working in genetics. He wanted to create specialized animals, cows that only gave birth, and cows that only gave milk. It would focus all it's energy to one task.

Some called it cruel or playing god. Some called it revolutionary. With such precise genetic tampering they could turn the idea into so much more. They could give humans animal abilities. Enhanced senses for soldiers, strength, agility and endurance. The perfect and more efficient soldier.

Scientists became obsessed, after years of work they had only been able to give men single attribute from one additional animal DNA. Fusing more than one took years of adapting before reapplying the second gene

Then to make matters worse they got a call saying the whole 'super' army just went berserk. They became more animal like; the genes took over and made them animal like humanoids. Word was in the news of the walking werewolves and bulls and lions.

Unfortunately it progressed. They were to widespread to humanly contain, and unfortunately, contagious. Somehow the gene spread like flu, in the air, by contact, or other such methods. It was technically a contagious cancer, effecting cells and changing them forcibly.

It's been 27 years since, what history came to call it, the great Evolution. The animal people, or Weres, became the dominant species on earth. Think of Weres, (though technically incorrect in human dominant earth of now because they don't change back.) as animal assumptions reversed. Reversed dog/animal years, they are far more advanced mentally, and still maintain an animal's connection to nature.

But they have an animal's mentality of efficiency in all aspects. there are no hospitals because the weak die, the mating is timed, marriages are rare, religions are pointless because they live in the now, and everyone who doesn't complete schooling (typically home schooling) and do their job is rejected by society.

But their inner human still remains. Most still chose to wear cloths, love is real, and sex is a pleasure taken at any time, but is properly birth controlled.

No STD's or many other diseases exist because they didn't adapt. Typically the woman takes a pill if there's a man and woman involved.

Now, Sam is a laid back lion without a mate. Man had called his type rouge's before were's came around. He had sex, but never with the same gal.

He drifted town to town, (cities had fallen apart being too many people to close) just getting by. The governments had fallen, but the people lived self-run. Most had weapons in case of the occasionally dangerous fellow, hell; Sam had two 10 millimeter hand guns, at his sides right now as he walked to a bar.

He was tan with a full mane, but wore plain pants and no shirt. No one cared so it didn't bother him. After a life of stress the simple freedom felt so good. (Better than a suit and tie for damn sure.) He ordered his drink, and gazed around, trying to be noticed.

No one really caught his eye, but sex is sex and Sam had found that even the not so attractive were good at making him squirm with pleasure. Inner species sexual relations were quiet common, but typically Sam tried to keep with lioness' to keep from the awkward conversation of his spiny cock. Lionesses naturally knew.

More guys sat at the bar, before he became a relaxed wanderer, he would have noticed the matching jackets.

"What's a fella like you doin in our town without us knowing?" one asked. Sam turned to see the six foxs.

"Nothin much." Sam said simply, "just passing through." he got his drink and brought it to his mouth only to have the supposed leader smack the drink into his face.

"Oops, my bad." he said, the others laughing.

"If you have something to say, say it." Sam offered. "If not, fuck off."

"You took the words from my mouth." the fox replied, genuine hate in his voice. "Fuck off mate."

"Can I have a drink?" he asked lazily.

"You already had plenty, scram." the other 5 just laughed.

Sam acted fast, feeling like a movie star, in a spy movie. He had three guys behind him. (He faced the leader) and three in front. He punched the leader right in the face knocking him back off his chair. The others stood up. Sam kicked behind him dropping another; he took the second man's chair and bashed it over the next guy behind the leader in a wide swing. Three down. The second guy behind him charged, but Sam jumped, catching his chin with his knee, and spinning his leg through the air as he landed, knocking the fifth guy down. The leader stood between him and one two scared to react, Sam upper-cutted his gut, and through another punch to the face, whipped out his guns and aimed them at the scared kid, who dropped the the ground and literally shit himself.

The bar went silent, and stared. Sam sat back down, guns away, and re-ordered a drink. The six fleeing.

Sam drank his drink, sensing the un-ease targeting him. Finishing, he left a large tip to repair the broken chair and asked for a room.

It was dark and creepy, but a place to crash. The pig bartender was nice enough not to charge extra on Sam's actions.

Sam sat up and waited for a while until eventually a knock came to his door. The ladies couldn't resist a tough guy.

"Come in."

It was the coward fox he didn't shoot. Disappointed, Sam gazed him over. It put a laugh on Sam's face that he had changed his pants. The boy, obviously no more than legally a man of 18 or 19 but still. He was lean like an average fox, and his eyes were the definition of shy, shifts and gazing down.

"Yes?" Sam asked, sitting up in his bed, no longer needing to look sexy.

"Where are you headed?" he managed.

"I don't think I should tell you. I don't know if you noticed, but your boys out number me. I got lucky."

"I'm not with them no more. They called me a coward and told me to go fuck around with the lion who spared my miserable life. Then i realized that WAS my only option." he paused. "Not fucking around!" he corrected. "But tagging along." he looked embarrassed.

Sam just looked at him a second. He WAS desperate, and there was no way this kid would leave him alone. He shrugged. "I just travel kid."

"Ed."

"Ed. No specific place, just traveling on motorcycles mostly, but I do stop at my old home to pick up cash now and then." (Most banks stayed open, but animal instinct said keep it closes if you like it, so home was safer.)

"Ok." Ed said, nodding. Sitting on the floor against the wall. Another knock came to the door and a lioness came in, not seeing Ed in the dark, and who quickly snuck out sensing what was about to occur.

"I saw how you stood up to those jerks." she said, drunk and not trying to be slow and steady, quickly jumping on Sam and kissing him.

Sam was happy, he returned the kiss and stripped them both down, feeling her curves.

"Tie me up!" she yelled as he took off her panties and rubbed her opening with a big finger. "I don't want to run! Fuck me hard core!"

Sam smiled, following her instructions, using his belt and handcuffs she had in her purse. He bound her to the bed, and forced her legs apart.

Bound opened up and to the bed, he messaged his cock and squeezed her breasts. Her fur was so wet with sweat, and she reeked of too many drinks. But Sam entered her, making the sex quick and hardcore as instructed. He pumped fast and roared with orgasm, promising her a fast pull out, and as painless as possible.

Sam awoke with her in bed, still naked. Quietly and skilled he picked up his guns, left the pants with her, grabbed his keys and wallet, and left. He paid the bartender for the room, and went to his bike.

Ed was there, sleeping all rolled up in the dirt. Sam smiled at the cleverness; Sam couldn't leave without his knowing.

So Sam woke him up with a light kick in his belly. "Wakey wakey."

Ed shot up and looked around confused. "Sorry, are we leaving?"

"Yep, I need new pants though, you know a place in town?" the motorcycle burned his inner leg fur, and wasn't so great for an exposed sack.

"Umm, yeah, but they don't open for an hour, it's early."

Sam sighed and asked about a mechanic in town. Unfortunately there wasn't one. "We have gangs, and a bar." Ed said, "Not much more."

So they waited, fortunately the lioness didn't wake up or didn't find him, before he bought new pants and left town, Ed grabbing Sam's chest hairs for dear life. The road was bumpy and Ed was not the hardcore biker type.

What had Sam gotten himself into?

Sam and Ed finally hit the city of Utrah. It was a bustling metropolis, one of the few that survived, the furs need for space. The two were quiet, rarely sharing a word on the bike. Music still played, furs loving the tunes, both modern music and that from the past sung by humans.

Ed was shyer then Sam realized, he rarely joined Sam in loud singing to popular jams, even as an 18-19 year old he didn't talk back, usually just listening to Sam. Sam wasn't complaining about obedience but it was weird. Sam remembered his crazy teen years. Even with a 25 year old body, he was a teen 48 years ago when the 'fur' virus spread. But Sam didn't dwell in the past.

"Have you ever left that small town?" Sam asked his shy passenger.

"I was born in Florida." he said

Sam chuckled; the states were renamed in fur times. Sure there's no way Sam could forget were Florida was, but Sam couldn't help but see how far behind this kid was, Florida to a 'Texas' town.

"Then after the 'Fur' virus, me and my mom moved to Texas to get away from my now Bull father." Ed went on, "But I've never been so far north in my life."

Sam nodded "Well you get the crash course, Utrah is a cultural super center." but Sam saw the kids tough times, Bull's when first transformed were violent and lashed out, if Ed got the fox from his mother the two would be defenseless against the fathers rage.

Sam felt a ping of guilt, but continued. "A kid like you will love it here." but Ed fell quiet, so Sam let him be. They could see the cities walls a good ten minutes away.

Sam got them a room in a motel, it wasn't great but aloud motorcycle parking. Sam would rather walk the city. He gave Ed some money to buy his cloths but Ed never left Sam's side.

"I don't know it around here, what if I get lost?"

"Then meet me back at the motel, Snake Eyes Motel." Sam pushed, trying to separate them for Ed's own good. He needed individuality and to be ok on his own. And Sam needed a drink and other company. But Ed refused to leave his side.

"Shit Ed, if you can't leave my side for one minute then this really isn't going to work out." Sam grumbled, only half joking. "Your 18."

"I've never been alone before." Ed countered lamely. "It's never come up."

Sam raised an eyebrow "Never?"

Ed shook his head "I've always had my mom or the gang." he said. After a moment Ed continued. "I know I shouldn't, and have no right to ask this of you Sam. But please. Could you at least be in the same general area, outside a store or something?"

"Oh my god." Sam whined, "Fine but when I want to go shopping or whatever, you have to wait outside."

"Deal." Ed said quickly smiling. "Thanks."

"Whatever, let's go." Sam said, not really angry, just annoyed.

They walked the streets and Sam smiled at the novelty of Ed's face reacting to a city. He was wide eyed with shock. "How do so many people live so close?" or "I've never seen a building that tall" were his favorite statements.

Finally they got to the shopping district and Ed went store to store looking to replace his tan and brown pants and tee. They were both dirty, but Sam insisted they shower later.

Sam noted Ed wasn't a lost cause. Like a child, (or a friend) he asked how he looked in cloths before buying them, would recommend cloths, and even (after the initial mind blowing.) started talking to the workers.

Sam himself bought some black pants and tee's. The jacket he wanted was a little much, but why not, so he walked out, going from tan clothed roaming guy, to black and grey biker guy. Ed went from tan and brown street trash to........... Sam wasn't the type to judge, but a little gay. He bought all V-necks and bright colors, tight pants, jeweler and piercings, but seemed more confident. He walked taller, like with his old cloths, his old life was gone.

They got dinner at a diner and Ed asked Sam were he learned to fight.

"I was a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, and judo." Sam smiled between mouth full of fries. "And I work out a little; go to the gun range occasionally. Stuff."

Sam shrugged it off like nothing, but even Ed saw the showoffyness in his voice. "Can you teach me?"

"If we find time, we leave town in two days." Sam said, not exactly eager to teach martial arts. "Ehh, scratch that, I'll get you to a gun range and a gym when I do, but martial arts come later."

Ed got serious a moment, "Not the guns." he said "just the martial arts. Guns are too unfair."

"Unfair?" Sam laughed "How so?"

"All you have to do is get lucky. I always hated them, I honestly wish they were all gone, and fights depended on skill, not most shots fired fastest with the most expensive guns."

"Ok ok." Sam said, scratching his mane. "The gym then."

After dinner they returned to the motel room. "I call shower." Ed called, running into the bathroom, the sound of the water starting immediatly.

Sam got his bag, (his bike had a box for a little luggage.) putting the new cloths in it. He wasn't used to company, but it was actually a little refreshing. He lay on the bed, and flicked through the channels on the small motel screen. Finding nothing and hearing the shower stop he grabbed a towel and waited for Ed to be done.

Ed finally left the bathroom, wet and in a towel. "Where are the cloths?"

"Just get the ones you had." Sam said, "The rest are I'm my bag. We should get you one tomorrow, I like my space." he eyed the small twin bed in the room.

Ed got his cloths giving Sam shower time. The cheap motel fan kept the room air thick and warm. The shower was dirty from Eds bathing, and the toilet was definitely something to avoid touching.

Sam stripped to his fur; he could feel the dirt on him, tangling his fur and crusting up. His main was particularly gross, his groin and legs sweaty from the cloths.

The water was warm, and came off him brown and grey. Sam didn't bother with more than soap right now, it wasn't good for his fur, but this dirt needed multiple baths. He made a mental note to stay somewhere good next time. Utrah was east two days from Vegas. One night under the stars, another at home, he needed money anyway, and then sin city.

Sam cut off the cooling water, grabbing a stiff towel after shaking the water from his fur. Ed was on the bed, asleep, he was curled up to one side, trying to make room in the small space.

Sam woke him, "Ed, move over." the fox shuffled beneath the covers, half asleep. Sam flipped the covers off and paused a moment, noting Ed's nudity. Sure cloths were a choice, but something about it screamed wrong to Sam. He was much older than this boy; he remembered when public nudity was illegal.

"Should I get boxers?" Ed asked, noting Sam didn't jump in bed, but not looking up from the pillow.

"Ummm, if it doesn't bother you that umm, I sleep naked too."

Ed shook his head. "The gang all slept together, I'm used to it. Well not naked, but the close proximity."

Sam slowly eased into the too small bed. Unless he was hanging off the side, Sam couldn't lay without his hips touching Eds. Sam still had human shyness. Most of the younger furs didn't have it so much, but he was still youngish when the virus went out.

But eventually Sam went to sleep. A dreamy sleep of the past.

He was in a lab, loud noises, a mansion, money, family, obsession, furs.........

Sam awoke breathing heavy; his gut was slightly pressed, limiting airflow. Sam made another note not to get such a small bed with company. Ed was clinging to Sam's arm and chest, nuzzled up against him, both naked.

Sam was wide eyed with lake of comfort. This was the worst case scenario, he was straight, and the night he turned bi would not be with a small quiet child in a motel room.

Sam saw no way to get out of it without waking Ed so he just woke him, shaking his arm. Ed awoke slowly, looking up at Sam. He took a moment to come too, but his face blushed bright red behind his light fur.

"Oh fuck!" he got up. Standing in the room now, hands up. "Shit I'm sorry!"

Sam smiled a little, "No big deal, but boxers and bigger beds for now on." both felt their cocks hardening with the need to piss. Ed quickly grabbed his cloths and went to do his business, not saying a word.

Sam put on his pants, and grabbed the bag, and the phone, informing the motel manager they were checking out early. After a fight over the rent, Sam hung up the phone and gave Ed money.

"I can't take all this man." Ed said.

"120's for the rent, pay it and meet me at the bike." Sam went to do his own business.

The two went for a ride through the city before buying s larger 'trunk' for the bike, and a bag for Ed, leaving the city and driving west.

"Were headed to Vegas." Sam told Ed "I lied about the two days in the city, sorry." as usual, no response. "Oh and don't beat yourself up over the bed thing. We know now."

"Kay....." Ed said. "But where are we sleeping?"

"A friend of mines," Sam replied. "He taught me how to fight. And about women," Sam said with a smile, "The wisest man I know."

"You think he'll teach me?" Ed asked his voice louder with a care for the conversation.

"Oh yeah, fighting and MUCH more." Sam promised, "But tonight we sleep at my place."

After hours of biking Ed stared at the finest mansion he had ever seen. It was huge, the yard maintained, the pool clean and the gate huge.

"You live here?" Ed asked, entering the garage, surprised to see cars as well as bikes, all old models of Camaro's and Corvette's.

"I did." Sam said, solemnly, thinking back to his old life, "A long time ago." but quick to distract Ed from the mood swing, he pulled him into a huge bedroom, just for him, with a good bathroom, huge bed, and promising workouts tomorrow in his home gym. "If Max is gonna teach you to fight when we get to Vegas, you better have muscle."

Ed was sweating hard, his fur literally dripping the salty smelling moisture. He was wearing some improvised workout clothes from before the fur virus, so a tail hole had to be ripped.

"Come on Ed! Three more!" Sam cheered, spotting Ed who heaved the 90 pound bar in front of him. Workout started at 8 a.m. And consisted of weights first, swimming, and a jog around the VERY large estate later.

"I can't..." Ed managed, struggling on the twelfth rep. His arms wobbling slightly under the weight.

"Just one more then!" Sam encouraged, "Come on! Come on!"

Ed pushed with what strength was left, making it to the bars resting place, but not actually doing the last rep. He breathed heavily, sitting up. His arms hurt, but a quick swig of water refreshed him. "Sorry..." he managed.

"Don't be." Sam patted his shoulder. "I shouldn't push you beyond your limit on your first lift."

Ed kept breathing heavily, "Nah, I'm just weak." he paused a moment and muttered quietly, "The point of weight lifting."

Sam chuckled "Don't sweat it, I called Max and he asks we come two weeks from now. His hotel is full and a complimentary bed can't be taken from paying customers."

Ed looked up, both relieved and scared. "Two more weeks of this?"

Another chuckle and slap on the shoulder "Bittersweet isn't it? The pools out back, Roger (the butler, he maintained the house while Sam was away. He was a dog, black lab.) kept it clean. Don't worry about trunks. We won't be so close this time." Sam said, remembering the motel bed.

Ed chuckled this time, before blushing and taking off quickly to put his cloths back.

Sam had made Ed do 40 laps, freestyle, before floating leisurely in the pool. (Sam did the 2000 yard swim also, keeping Eds slower pace.)

Ed was more dumbfounded at the amazing pool. Sam was loaded! The pool was average size for an athletic pool, but the bottom and sides were glass and held an aquarium behind them, big enough to make the underground room for aquarium care, invisible. There were sharks, rays, colorful and scarily big fish, coral, octopus, and Roger in a diving suit maintaining the whole thing.

"Sam, how can you be this rich?" Ed asked while they floated "This is a dream home for Bill Gates." (Still runs his company with extended reptilian years.)

"It's not so much, the foods not so good after Alfonse quit." Sam tried avoiding the question, but Ed wasn't having it.

"Where is the money coming from? You're on the road doing nothing that I've seen could make money, and you come back to a mansion with a butler, THAT is ONLY not so good because your chef quit."

Sam went quiet, "Alfonse was a good chef!" Sam tried to counter, lamely.

"Sam." Ed said firmly.

Sam submitted "Fine." he pouted, making Ed smile, who closed his eyes and soaked in the sun while awaiting the explanation. But all he heard was a splash, and saw Sam swimming away, a big stupid grin on his face.

"Not fair!" Ed screamed, diving after the lion. "Get back here!"

"Catch me!" Sam laughed. Once he reached the end of the pool he dove and swam under Ed, his powerful and large paws propelling him forward at speeds seemingly just fast enough to outswim the fox.

But finally Sam had to leave the pool; he was too tired to keep swimming. He grabbed a towel and dried in the sun.

Ed stomped over, and shook his fur dry over Sam, smiling. "Does this mean I win?"

"Sure."

"Then tell me. How are you so rich? Did you.........see I can't even think of something to explain, this!" he waved his arms.

Sam smiled, soaking in the sun "Cant I have my secret?"

Ed shook his head, "Not after that little game of catch." he sat in another reclining chair, soaking the sun again. "Come on." Ed didn't close his eyes this time.

"It doesn't matter, I don't pester into your past." it wasn't venomous, just a little pleading and annoyed.

"I'll tell you whatever you want to know, I'm just curious is all."

They were quiet a minute, "You want to know? Well first off, I'm not exactly as curious about your past as you seem to be about mine. (lie) and second, I have a proposition for you."

Ed's ears lifted slightly, his face contorted with mistrust "What kind?"

"Simple, if you can beat Roger in wrestling I'll tell you whatever you want to know." Sam said with a smile.

Ed was quiet, cautious, "How good is Roger?"

Sam shrugged "Average high school wrestler, all you have to do is pin him for five seconds, or you can MMA fight it, in that case he must be dropped."

"What are my odds?"

Sam smiled "Don't wrestle him."

Ed sat quietly a minute "We have two weeks, I'll try him on the last day, get some practice."

"You'll need it." the two say drying a while. But the day did continue into laps and then martial arts training in the form of stretching, yoga and a big sandbag.

At dinner Ed was exhausted, barely eating to delicious food, and going to bed right after while Sam walked his halls. He went through his old office and eventually decided on some old movies to watch in the theater room. He fell asleep to the Ghostbusters theme song. (His third movie, around 2 a.m.)

The next two days followed much the same routine, but by the fourth day, Ed wasn't so exhausted anymore, and the two rode bikes (Yes, Ed got one too. Sam only has like, 17..........that aren't custom.) All around the mansions property line, and into the streets.

Ed wasn't bad; not a natural, but he would get better Sam thought. And the fight training was going very well, Ed's nimble body perfect for the moves.

Sitting down to movies in the theater on the first day of the second remaining week Sam and Ed talked.

"So Ed, how are you with the ladies?" Sam asked, eating popcorn.

"What do you mean?"

Sam rolled his eyes "Did you have a someone special at home?"

Ed paused a moment. "Kinda. But not really, and most definitely not like you."

Sam laughed, "Don't get them like me, I'm a bum."

"If I was a mansion owning bum, I'd be lazy too. Wait, that's what a bum is." he corrected "If I could be a bum and own a mansion, I would."

"There we go." Sam teased. "So what do you mean 'Kinda.'?"

Ed went into quiet mode, mumbling again.

"Speak up, it's all cool here, I'm in NO position to judge anyone."

Ed remained quiet got a while longer "If I tell you you won't take me with you to Vegas." Ed managed.

Sam was confused, "What kind of girl does that? I'm still taking you to Vegas Ed. Spill it."

Ed blushed again. "I'm Bi."

Sam coughed on his popcorn, but Ed kept talking.

"His name was Derek, and he was in the gang for a while. The only one to leave without getting kicked out. He got me in." Ed looked embarrassed, the room quiet for a moment. "Well....."

They were quiet for a minute, the silence as awkward as awkward silence's got.

"Ed doesn't feel bad about it." Sam managed, finding his voice "It's who you are."

"Everyone I ever met expected me to be ashamed, well except Derek, he was Bi too."

"Don't be, you won't be happy otherwise."

"You're ok with it?" he sounded on the verge of tears, be them of embarrassment or joy.

"Yeah, it just caught me off guard is all? I don't judge, remember?" Sam said, nudging Ed's leg. But he had to know. "That night in the motel though..."

"Total accident!" Ed shouted "In my sleep, cross my heart!" he crossed his chest, falling quiet again.

"Even though it was an accident......" Sam continued.

"Sam stop." Ed managed, "Yes, I kinda have a crush on you. But I know you don't feel the same. But remember, Bi isn't gay, I still love women." he drank some soda. "I'll find someone else."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. The conversation could only get less awkward now.

Sam was kinda wrong.

Ed burst into tears, crying on the chair. "I'm sorry I kept it from you." he managed "And thank you." he fell onto Sam's shoulder, crying, his body rocking with tears. Sam put a massive paw on his little......follower? Hell no.

Sam knew Ed was his very close friend. They bonded in the past week on their loneliness. They needed each other's company.

Sam wasn't turning Bi any time soon, but he was gonna spill the beans of his past to Ed weather or not he beat Roger.

Ed fell asleep on Sam's side. Sam followed suit, tomorrow would be a lazy day, Sam decided. Ed deserved it.

Ed took the lazy day as a miracle. He slept in 3 additional hours, lounged about the mansion, exploring it's rooms, actually seeing if a bust of an old man opened a fucking Bat cave.

Sam laughed at that at dinner, nearly falling from his chair. "A Bat cave?! Oh god that's great!"

Even without chef Alfonse, the food was good as always. Roger showed Ed the many butler corridors, hidden behind bookcases, and wall panels. (Laugh at the Bat cave idea will he?) The aquariums service area had the best view anytime passed noon when the sun wasn't blinding, revealing an ocean of life. (Pun totally intended)

Roger was a stiff, he didn't make small talk so their trips were rather quiet, but he was funny when he tried to make jokes, choosing dirty history like that the mansion used to have prostitutes tied to some walls in the butler corridors, or that a man was once murdered here because he told his wife about his own affair while drunk and she drowned him in the kitchen, using the beer keg.

Roger was easily in a 60 year old body. His black lab fur had white patches, and his voice was like a butler stereotype, breathy and prolonged. Ed wondered how good his fighting skills really were.

Ed also asked about Sam's money, but Roger just smiled. "Master Sam has already told me of your bargain. I look forward to the fight."

"Look forward to? You think you'll win?" Ed asked in a confident voice. Even fake confidence went somewhere.

Another smile "Master Sam knows you can't beat me. But he knows I'm merciful and will take it easy."

Ed was both hurt and shocked. One, why would Sam do that? And two, how good WAS Roger?

Before dinner, Ed decided to do some sneaking around the study. There had to be some clue to Sam's riches.

The public study was big and was more of a library; it carried nothing in particular, fiction here, biographies, novels, history books, and so on.

Ed took a deep breath. All that was left to search was Sam's office, but Sam would have some super-secret security protecting it for sure. But he passed Roger in the hall.

"Here young master." he slipped him a key and keycard. "If you walk into the office and say aloud 'Griffin' the cameras won't record."

Ed was baffled "How did you know that...."

"Youthful curiosity." he interrupted, walking away "But don't give your hopes up, the rooms empty, but you won't believe that without seeing it."

Ed was about to respond...but Roger was right. Ed ran to the study, praying Roger was wrong.

He wasn't......the room was well furnished, and amazingly decorated. Beautiful as the rest of the house with wood trimming, art and even a suit of armor.

But the large wooden desk was empty, the bookshelves, uselessly filled with random volumes like the library.

Ed felt like a traitor, invading Sam's privacy and such. With each drawer opened, Ed felt......infected. He was like a burglar but first he had gained his victims trust.

But eventually Sam came over the PA system and announced dinner, saving the remainder of Ed's uninfected conscience.

"Bon Appetite!" Sam announced, serving the platters of food he had made.

Ed laughed a second, "With your freeway, you cooked? I thought I was the semi-gay one?" he giggled.

Sam laughed a sarcastic hardy laugh, but cut it short. "Cooking is a worthwhile skill to have."

"Ok ok." Ed said, raising his hands in defense, "I'm not a believer in stereotypes."

Sam dug in, Ed had noticeably opened up. After the big reveal he became more talkative and developed more character. Sam took pride in that. Like seeing his own son blossom

It had been duck and rice, miso soup, and mixed veggies. Sam was a good cook he thought, it was eatable and flavorful, typically a good combo for food.

Sam had saw Ed enter his study, he wouldn't bring it up of course and technically Roger didn't lie. Sam only saw him enter, not what went on inside.

"Maybe you should learn to cook too." Sam said "in Vegas and after at least, we only have a few days left here."

Ed swallowed "Why do you bother leaving? It's great here."

"To many ghosts." Sam said, not saying anything more.

Ed left it, he had hoped for more about Sam, but he wasn't having any luck.

The next few days passed as they had before, (Though now with Ed watching the food being made and getting tips from Roger.)

Then, it was the day before the fight.

"You need sparring experience now." Sam said simply, getting Ed on a large blue mat with a big white square on it. "The square is for a preferred area, if you step out it's fine." Sam said, putting up his fists.

Ed looked confused, "Fight you?!"

"Yeah, come on." Sam encouraged "Let's see what you got."

"I can't beat you." Ed complained.

"I know." Sam said with a smile "But it's a friendly spar, just to put SOME experience under your belt."

Ed didn't move, so Sam, bouncing on his feet, slid forward, and threw his palm at Ed's gut.

It was a direct hit. Ed fell back and dropped to one knee, gasping.

"Come on." Sam said "Remember all the training? Block and recover, wait for an opening, or make one yourself."

"No wasted movements." Ed finished "But I don't want to fight you."

Sam shrugged "Then I guess you'll never know the secret to my riches." he stopped bouncing and turned to leave. "It's fine; I was just trying to help is all."

That clicked, Ed charged, and threw a roundhouse kick. Sam had planned this! Ed realized. Sam blocked and elbowed Ed without looking. "There's the fighting spirit!" Sam roared, jumping all over, feigning punched, and blocking Ed's.

Sam towered over Ed, that foot of height was unnerving for the fox. Ed was afraid of Sam's capability, he knew Sam wouldn't hurt him, but if you were promised a bear wouldn't attack you if you pet it, even by a professional, you still had reverence of the bear, not to would be stupid.

Ed went to bed bruised that night, but a bath in Rogers 'Miracle bath' actually put the pain aside.

"Don't want you sore tomorrow." Roger smiled at Ed as he soaked. "I want a good fight."

Ed smiled, he was afraid of Roger, the two weeks of his mind holding Roger as a top fight did that. But he had to smile at the.........ridiculousness of Roger. He was enjoying this. He said so himself. That was also a reason to smile, not to show fear.

Ed slept soundly that night but didn't dream, but it was better than nightmares.

The following morning was breakfast, a rest, and stretching in the gym. Roger wore his old boxing apparel, the red pants, too big for his canine body Sam explained, were held up with a belt.

Old boxing appeal meant slot of experience, noted Ed.

Shit.

Sam put gauze on both of their hands and legs. (Imagine tape on fur afterword. Owww!) "I want a clean fight." Sam said, half joking "No ear ripping, clawing, or eye gouging."

"Or tail pulling." Roger added, already hopping about.

"Right."

"Sam" Ed called just before the fight began. "I want to change the bet."

Sam looked at him "I'm listening."

"If I win, you tell me your story, no holding back. AND you wear a 'My BFF's a fag' shirt into Vegas."

Sam laughed a minute "That's good man, ok, but WHEN I win, Roger wins, you have to........hmmmm......." he smiled deviously "you have to serve me and Roger drinks all night, in the gayest cloths we can find."

Ed smiled "My Bisexuality is clearly the target of bets here. Agreed."

"Alright." Sam said, shaking on it then he screamed "Ding ding!"

Roger flew forward, jabbing fast. Ed blocked the weak jabs, but was blown away at Rogers speed. He threw a low kick as to not get it caught, and then threw a deep punch at Rogers face. The fist parried, Roger used his swinging momentum from the parry to spin into a low kick. How Ed managed to see it in time to jump was beyond him.

Ed threw kick midair, hitting the side of a surprised Roger's face. It wasn't much, but Ed made contact.

Roger recovered quickly, throwing another flurry of jabs. Ed blocked his face and front, but Roger of course hooked one, hitting the side of Ed's head, making him stumble. Roger continued with a solid uppercut to his chest.

"Don't get cocky." Roger said, going back to jumping around.

Ed held his ground, his head hurt, but it was manageable. Look for an opening..... Roger didn't seem to have one. His form was beautiful, blocking the most obvious openings.

Ed smiled and charged Roger, tackling him into the grown and sitting on him, throwing punches to Rogers again surprised face. Ed was small, but so was Roger making the tackle possible.

"Expect... Ugh...the un-..Ugh....-expected!" Ed managed between punches.

But, the lab didn't quit. He quite simply head-butted Ed square in the face then flipped his body off of himself, standing.

Ed grabbed his face in pain. He was on the ground but it didn't matter anymore. Roger was too good.

Ed surrendered, the fight had barely lasted a minute and a half.

Sam raised Rogers paw "Victory! Drinks all around!"

What the hell happened to mercy and I'll let you win? Ed thought. It didn't matter now though. The three walked into the showers, Ed looked at his reflection. It wasn't too bad, his eye was swelling, but the pain was dying.

Sam handed him a steak and patted him on the back. "Good job. But..." he shrugged "I guess it's butler time. Me and Roger will be in the parlor."

Ed nodded and soaked away his pain beside Roger. "What happened to letting me win?" Ed asked. Enjoying the running water.

Roger smiled "Sorry, but I haven't had a night for drinks in a long time. Not with company anyway. But there is good news."

Ed laughed, still bitter "What could that be,"

"The master is a giddy drunk. He might let a secret or two slip."

Again Roger left on a suspenseful note. Ed smiled big, and dried fast, a black eye couldn't be seem behind the fur, so after the swelling, Ed looked normal to the naked eye.

As promised, Ed dressed in his brightest, gayest cloths from Utrah. He took a deep breath and walked to the parlor.

That night was loud and smelled of booze. The two made him dance which he didn't mind, and serve them drinks when they rang a bell.

They watched sports, talked loud and shared many stories on many subjects.

Ed was waiting for the right time to coax his drunk friend into a tell all. It was Kinda funny, if Sam hadn't swam away, it wouldn't be a big deal, infect it was probably boring. Would you want to hear a millionaire's story normally? No not really.

The bell rang "More wine!" Sam called. Behind the bar, Ed got the wine and walked to the large leather chairs the two sat in.

"Thank you." Sam said, spanking Ed as he walked away.

"Master Sam." Roger managed "Do tell me I've seem to have forgotten, how did you acquire all your money after your fathers failure?"

Sam looked at him, his cheeks blushed. "I don't want to bore you with details. And it's a secret." he whispered the last sentence.

"Aww please." Ed begged, making a mental note to thank Roger later. "If you tell I'll be very happy. I'm your friend right?"

Sam looked hurt, he picked up Ed and put him in his lap, looking seriously at him. "Yes, and don't forget it." then he started crying, and suffocating Ed in a big hug, " I'm sorry Ed," he released him, just holding Ed close to himself "if it means that much to you, of course I'll tell you. That's what good friends do."

Giddy didn't cover it....

Sam paused a minute, "My father was a great man....."

Ed got comfy on Sam's hysterical lap, laying into his chest. Sam was taller and wider, built more, so Ed fit comfortably in his lap, slightly curled into Sam's chest.

"My father was a great man." Sam started. "He was a doctor and a scientist. He helped his patients at the hospital, our town used to be up the road." Sam's voice was distant in remembrance.

"He was perfect." he said with just a little reverence and venom "Never failed a surgery, never lost a patient, and never made an enemy." he smiled now, but Ed didn't look, he was staring out from his breathing chair. "But as a scientist, he was a failure. He made dozens of mistakes, and dozens of enemies. He studied genetics. You've probably heard of him actually." Sam paused, "Fathers name was Dr. Samuel Dowle sr."

Ed froze, that name meant something, he should know, but he couldn't place it.

"He wanted me to be great to. Not gonna lie, I was just as brilliant, but," he chuckled causing Ed to bob. "As you can see, I lack motivation. I went to the right schools, did well, but.........."

(Flashback in Sam's perspective)

Sam awoke. He was hot and dizzy, his sides hurt and he felt all beat up. All he could remember was......

The explosion!!!

Think, he told himself, sitting up. I am Samuel Dowle, son of Dr. Samuel Dowle. I'm 21 and was watching my father and his team work on something in there lab, then to boom!

No, he came to tell his father of his dropping out of school. He loved his dad or at least respected him enough so he couldn't leave on a phone call. He deserved a face to face explanation.

Sam stood and stared at the room, panicked. Why was nothing happening! The fire alarm went crazy, but no one showed up.

Of course! He was in the locked off viewing room! A vault to shield viewers from the experiments at Jupiter Genetics Corp.

A flashing light at the door told him it was too dangerous to leave. He looked out into the room below in horror. The walls were blown away, the scientists bodies lay scattered about. Sam himself was a physicist, but anyone could tell this explosion wasn't internal; something had exploded from behind the walls. A planted bomb.

Sam looked around, the explosion had knocked the viewing room around, and it was covered in shattered glass from cabinets of food and water.

Well he was safe, and could eat for a week easily on the supplies. Luckily, Sam waited only an hour before workers in biohazard suits saved him. But Sam would hardly say saved. He was thrown into a chem bath, tested for cancers, and x-rayed for broken bones and such. But he was alive.

Three months later.

Sam didn't quit school; he graduated with honors and soon began work on his dad's projects, after launching a full scale search on the bomb that was placed in the vents by someone on the inside.

His father had been working in genetics. He wanted to create specialized animals, cows that only gave birth, and cows that only gave milk. It would focus all its energy to one task.

Some called it cruel or playing god. Sam thought it revolutionary. With such precise genetic tampering he could turn the idea into so much more, do something his father couldn't. They could give humans animal abilities. Enhanced senses for soldiers, strength, agility and endurance. The perfect and more efficient soldier.

Sam became obsessed, after years of work he had only been able to give men single attribute from one additional animal DNA. Fusing more than one took years of adapting before reapplying the second gene. This wasn't the results he promised the government, but they threw him millions for more.

Then to make matters worse beyond simple failure, he got a call saying the whole 'super' army just went berserk. They became more animal like, the genes took over and made them animal like humanoids, fur, tail and claw and all. Word was in the news of the walking werewolves and bulls and lions across the world.

He had created a Fur Virus.

Unfortunately it progressed. They were to widespread to humanly contain, and unfortunately, contagious. Somehow the gene spread like flu, in the air, by contact, or other such methods. It was technically a contagious cancer, effecting cells and changing them forcibly.

Sam had never married, he drowned himself in work, and he became obsessed with surpassing his father. But his future work went nowhere.

He had to fix the problem he started. Sam developed an environmentally safe aerosol that calmed the beasts. Made them think like a human. But this was his last endeavor

After that, Sam left the government's base. He continued for four months receiving the taxpayers millions, but stowed it away for himself. After the four months, the US government collapsed.

In total, he had his father's mansion, 765 million dollars, and can't look most people in the eyes.

He left his house on the run and hunted down those who killed his father. He got them years ago, but never stopped running from his past.

Sam felt guilty; he did this and can't fix it.

Ed stared ahead, wide eyed as the story ended

Sam!!

Sam had created the fur virus!

Ed would have got up, but Sam blubbered on. "I'm so sorry." he sniffed "I split your family, it's all my fault." he cried openly now, having spilled his wine and held Ed close with both massive paws.

Ed......didn't blame him. "It's not your fault Sam." he managed wiping wine from his fur "If it was a mistake, it's no one's fault."

"I was playing god. I should have listened to them. Who am I to change man? WHO!"

Ed thought "Sam no." he turned and looked at Sam "Don't you dare beat yourself up!"

"But Ed....." Sam grumbled, Ed slapped him.

"No, you stop your pity party! I've been there, it's not fun. You've opened up; it'll only get better from here!" Ed was crazy faced with frustration and fear. It was hard to see hard as a rock Sam breaks down. "Besides, I know for a fact if it wasn't for your aerosols thing we would be mindless animals! You've done good Sam."

"Trying to fix my own horrid mistakes can't be taken as a miracle Ed." Sam fell quiet after that. He didn't move or talk. Roger sat quietly, but eventually left the room.

Ed tried to think of a good thing to do. "How can I calm you down?" Ed asked, desperate to cheer Sam up.

Sam shook his head, "I don't know, normally a good fuck does that. But ordering hookers would take time." he was noticeably pouting.

Ed smiled weakly, blushing, "You have a half fag friend." he noted quietly.

If it was possible, Sam's face went redder. "No way! Not gay, sorry."

But Ed straddled his monster of a friend. "Come on, you need to relax, you don't even have to do anything, I'll do all the work."

"No no no!" Sam pounded around the chair, eventually lifting Ed off of it, but the fox crawled right back on.

Ed grabbed his lion face and stared at him "Yes! Now stop being a baby and relax." and with that, Ed went against what his promise to Sam. Of course he had feelings for him. "It can just happen this once, it'll be our secret. Then things can go back to normal."

After a pause Sam said "I'll drink it away." With a nod, then SAM took the initiative and brought Ed in for a big wet kiss, reclining in the chair.

Ed returned the kiss, feeling Sam's tongue dominate his, exploring his mouth. Ed moaned softly and started rubbing Sam's body, getting under his cloths, and finding buttons.

Oh shit, Ed thought, dream come true!

Their kiss lasted a long time. Ed's mouth filled with Sam's saliva, and vice versa. Sam was being very proactive for a straight guy, Ed thought, but Ed acknowledged with a sad tear that Sam was only doing this because he was drunk.

Don't get Ed wrong, he still loved every second the lion embraced him, it's just that real love would have been preferred.

When the wet kiss ended Sam immediately got to removing Ed's cloths. Only the pants were damaged, Sam getting frustrated, he used a claw to rip the waist (completely ruining the pants.) slipping Ed out of them. Then the boxers (no one wore socks anymore.) so Ed lay naked in his lap.

Then Ed did his part, removing Sam's shirt and pants, and returning the favor by ripping Sam's pants crotch area right out, and with a careful claw, cut out the boxers, exposing a slowly hardening cock.

Ed had never seen the harpoon that is a lion cock. It had a pink color like most, but the head was pointed, and the shaft itself was spiny. Ed cringed, it made sense, the female wouldn't move until all the sperm was inserted, then the cock rips the lining.........well Ed couldn't figure that part out, but it had to have a reason.

Unbenounced to Ed, Roger had snuck back in. Ed felt a paw run up his back, then back down, stroking his tail. Ed got shivers.

"Do it before I change my mind." Sam complained, so Ed took Sam's growing cock in his hand. He hesitated at first, but, to be frank, he got over it.

Ed rubbed the shaft up and down, spitting on it for lube. Sam purred, and laid back. Ed was on his knees on the ground between Sam's legs. Do you blame Roger?

The lab grabbed the fox, and lifted his tail. Ed hesitated, but excepted it, returning to his current job. Roger poked a wet finger into the red tail hole. It was tight; Roger smiled and pulled his red rocket to attention. He spat on his head, and poked the exposed hole's outer area, before slowly (and painfully slow for Ed.) pushed his cock inside the boy.

Ed moaned loud, the pain was....beautiful. It hurt, but the euphoria over shadowed it. Then Ed used his open jaw to suck his feline friend.

Sam meanwhile refused to look, and only responded in purrs, moans, and by moving his hips.

Rogers cock was fully submerged to his knot; he pumped in and out slowly, but started gaining speed. His paws locked Ed's hips into position, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle, drooling on his partners back.

Roger wasn't small, but he was just out of reach of Ed's spot, he could feel a faint tickle as the cock reached it's farthest length. It was torturous.

Sam moaned loudly, Ed felt every vein with his tongue, and even sucked his sack for the hell of it. They were fuzzy, and warm, the balls, like a candy, were sucked and fondled in Ed's mouth.

Ed could feel Rogers knot; it was slow but surly gaining entry with each thrust. Then, with a big push, it popped inside.

Ed convulsed a second. His ass was on fire, but the added inches of knot had Rogers head rub his prostate, Ed came all over the floor, and didn't let up. He came a little more with each of Rogers, now quick and hard thrusts.

But Ed did his volunteer work. Sucking up the pain and pleasure, he worked professionally sucking and sucking on the lion cock, which scraped his mouth like sandpaper.

"Ed." Sam managed. Ed's mouth was a little full, but Sam went on. "Oh my god.......I'm almost there..." his voice was very breathy and passionate.

Ed got chills at that voice; he wanted a tape recording of those words, with that voice, these smells in the air while it's played......

Ed could also feel the cock grow more, them spasm in his mouth. Ed didn't care, he drank the hot spunk, feeling it trickle down his throat and into his stomach, then flow openly for a moment. Ed drank every salty sweet drop.

Not a second later Roger emptied his load too. He whined in Ed's ear as his seed filled the fox's ass.

They all sat there a while, reveling in the afterglow. Then when Roger finally popped out, Ed got up and got them all hard drinks.

"A toast, to the night we won't remember." Ed called, "no video, no evidence, I'll clean up the spunk."

Sam roared with laughter "How will you do that now i wonder? Cheers!"

"Cheers." Roger agreed. They all drank heavily. Sam and Roger got an alcohol cocktail of drinks and truly wouldn't remember. Ed had only given himself colored water.

He didn't want to forget, no matter how much pain it meant that he knew Sam didn't remember and didn't want to. He would live with it; this was the best night of his young life.

Sam pretended to drink. Truth was, he missed his mouth on purpose. He was to conflicted......

He decided one night didn't make him bi. But this one sweet night would haunt him forever. And he didn't care, Ed might forget, but he didn't want to. He loved Ed.

Maybe even......THAT way after all.

Ed woke up the next day in his bed. He had cleaned the parlor so the other two wouldn't know about their night. Ed sighed after stretching. His ass was sore, but what bothered him was Sam.

Sam had made it clear that any relations they had would be accidents. But to Ed they were amazing nights to cherish forever.

The memories he kept haunted him. He loved every second of his limited time with Sam that was a beautiful memory. The sorrow inside was Sam's feelings. To him, last night was a cheer up fuck. No real passion. No feelings.

But Ed knew and wanted to (for Sam's happiness.) pretend nothing had happened. He got up and headed to the kitchen like he normally would. Roger and Sam were still out, so Ed made his own breakfast. Eggs and bacon, simple and delicious.

Ed ate greedily, his stomach empty. It was times like this he missed Derek. He needed a hug and sympathetic shoulder right now. He drank some OJ, and went down to the pool, doing his daily laps. They had become easier, but still took time. After, Ed floated lazily in the pool, thinking about the mess he was in, the self-destroying spiral.

He never saw the shadows.....

Sam awoke to the smell of cleaner and booze. He just sat in his chair; the clock said noonish, time for Ed's laps. Sam changed his BJ pants and managed a walk to the pool.

Along the way he thought about Ed. He hadn't blamed him. Sam literally destroyed the human race, and Ed still loved him. Sam was still shocked about that, and he loved Ed for it, he was forever grateful.

But, did Sam REALLY love Ed? Last night he was drunk, would he have done that sober? Probably not. But he knew he would probably have wanted to.

If it was a confliction there had to be something there. But could he be bi? It's just a word. But, Sam for some reason didn't like the word. The label.

Sam stopped in his tracks. He was at the pool. Ed was kneeling on the ground, crying.

A gun to his head.

Sam froze to the spot, all his thought diapered.

The owner of the gun was the other five boys from the small town. They had obviously already beaten Ed bad. His lips were swollen, his face red and his back dripped blood.

The gun owner smiled an evil smile. It was the leader obviously, the fox still had a mark from Sam's fist.

"Oh mister lion." the leader said calmly, but happily. "I don't think your very surprised. I can't imagine seeing us is very odd for you. We haven't been properly introduced, I'm Arrol."

"How did you find us?" Sam asked plainly.

"Simple, we've been following your tracks, just out of sight. The custom bike tires kept us on track rich man." he smiled a victory smile.

"What do you want? A rematch?" Sam asked.

"No, you'll still win, i want you to feel the stings of embarrassment, and pain I endured." he took a pause. "I can see you've been drinking. If you want Eddy here alive listen to us exactly."

Sam nodded. His eyes shifted from the leader to Ed's scared eyes. They pleaded for help.

"First, allow my boys to bind you."

Two for the foxes walked toward Sam with chains. Sam didn't move, this Arrol had planned this. Sam's eyes filled with rage or compaction, depending on the fox he gazed at. They locked his arms behind his back, and tied his feet together, making him kneel, the two held his shoulders.

"Good, second, tell Eddy here how much you can't stand him. Did you know he's bi? He'd have sucked your cock if you asked." he shook Ed's scruff, making him whimper. "Isn't that right?"

Sam tried not to smile, it was much easier than expected, even with the coincidence.

"I said isn't that right bitch!" Arrol roared, shaking Ed more.

"Yes..." Ed managed.

"I knew." Sam said. "Just stop that."

"I'm making the demands! Tell this queer fuck how you hate his guts." he waved the gun. "Just keep in mind I don't have patience."

Sam was frozen, what would he say? He was at a loss. He didn't have a venomous word against Ed (the other five were a COMPLEATLY different ball game.)

"Times up." the Arrol said, dragging Ed toward Sam by the back of his neck. "I told you I'm not patient." he put Ed down a foot from Sam. "Where should I shoot him?" Arrol asked Sam, "If you still don't talk I'm gonna shoot him in his cock sucking face Sammy boy. Tick tock."

Sam panicked, he didn't want to hurt Ed, but he did want him alive. Sam felt his eyes water. "In his arm." he whimpered.

Arrol smile, bringing the gun next to Sam, making it look like he shot the gun in Sam's eyes.

That moment froze in time. Ed was a red faced crying machine, his face contorted in fear. He jumped back slightly, but the gun sounded, and a red fountain erupted from just above Ed's left elbow. Ed screamed of course, and then crumpled over in pain.

"Stop!" Sam roared.

"Tell him he's an unlovable fag, and no straight guy like you could ever be his friend really."

Sam couldn't say it, he teared, but he could never say those words.

Time was up. The other two foxes picked Ed's body up and proper him in a sitting position.

"Where will we stab him?" Arrol asked in Sam's ear.

"Just stop this." Sam cried, "I'll give you money, a million dollars each. Just stop this."

Arrol shook his head "No can do, and unfortunately for little Eddy, that's not a body part." Arrol raised a large knife and put it in Ed's thigh, twisting it violently as Sam roared in hatred. But Ed yelled louder, Sam could now see Ed's restraints, behind him. Arrol's cronies held the two firmly.

Arrol removed the knife, blood gushing freely from the wound. "Are you going to cooperate Sam?" Arrol asked, just as collected as ever.

"Yes!!" Sam cried. Defeated.

Arrol smiled, grabbing Sam's cheeks, looking at him. "Good, now for the real pain and embarrassment."

Sam didn't like the sound of that. Arrol had the others undo Sam's foot restraints and strip the lion naked. They held his hands on a leash from the front this time.

"Service us lion, be our bitch." Arrol demanded, putting his cock (the others had stripped while Sam stared at a very destroyed Ed.) right in Sam's empty face.

Ed wasn't even moving much, aside from the very fast breaths, and the sobs, his body didn't move at all.

Sam cursed himself; it took him seeing Ed dying to realize he did loved the little fox. His timidness, but his pride in himself. His humor, his eyes, and everything else about him.

Sam started sucking Arrols cock. It was pretty big for a fox, but Sam wasn't paying much attension. He licked and sucked subconciously, still watching Ed.

"Look at me when you suck me bitch!" Arrol roared, pulling out his gun again, pointing it at Ed. Sam felt other cocks poke at his ass, he tensed, but didn't dare argue.

Sam was raped, forced to suck cock and drink cum. Had knots buried in him, and was even whipped by a nine tail black leather whip. His fur was riddled with puddles of fox cum, then all five of them having gone twice in shifts, they stopped.

Sam was silent the whole time. Arrol was loud and showoff, describing what he did aloud.

"Last but not least." Arrol said, pulling out the knife again.

Sam was restrained again, legs held wide, exposing his throbbing cock and sack.

"I'm gonna de-man you physically, like you de-manned me publicly!" Arrol's eyes were crazy, so were Sam's.

Sam's eyes went wide. "That's right Sammy boy, show me fear. You won't have a passionate fuck again without your balls!"

Sam finally tried to free himself as the knife raised. The two at his shoulders kept him still though. Sam closed his eyes, a loud boom fired, and his balls exploded in pain!!.........but something was wrong.

Sam screamed in pain, but opened his eyes to see Arrol with a fearful expression, and the knife not anywhere nearby. Arrol had punched his balls in the downswing, but he totally intended the knife to slice them off. Where was the knife?

Sam smiled, Roger.

The ex-sniper had his hidey spots everywhere, the six could search for him all they want, and they wouldn't ever find him while they still lived.

"You five foxes who are trespassing." Rogers voice came over the loudspeaker. "You have thirty seconds to run away before the next five bullets in my sniper find you. By now you have twenty six seconds.

Sam reveled as Arrol froze, he didn't move a muscle until Roger called out "Sixteen seconds."

"Run away! He's got a sniper!" Arrol yelled.

As soon as San was released he got to Ed's side. He was in bad shape, his arm and leg gushed blood, and his face and back were severely beaten.

Sam counted six gunshots, getting an angry smile on. Those fucking pucks deserve worse... But Ed was the dilemma. Roger came from the house, carrying bandages.

"Sam, we don't have much time." Roger warned, taking Ed from him, taking real action, and running back to the house.

They set up an operating table in Sam's old lab, Roger getting all the gear together.

The black lab worked fast, administering drugs, cleaned wounds, removed a low caliber bullet, and sewed Ed back up.

Sam was next to useless. He felt heavy; his arms were a strange combo of cement and jelly. He could only manage little things, keeping wounds closed, and bringing Roger things.

Sam hated himself; he was just as weak as before.......just as helpless in a real dilemma.....

Just as useless.

The operation took three hours of work, and still Roger couldn't make any guarantees. The two cursed the hospitals for closing. Roger could see broken bones without an X-Ray, so even after the blood clotted in his wounds some bones would have to be re-broken. Ed had fallen unconscious, not reacting at all the anything.

Against Roger's suggestion, Sam didn't rest; he sat beside his friend, waiting for him to wake up, to tell him he was better. Sam felt even more guilt. But Roger killed them all, only missing one shot, hitting a fat ones arm.

Now......Ed might....

The thought of it made Sam physically Ill with grief and self-pity. He vomited.

After four days Ed woke up. He was weak and quiet, but he opened his eyes.

Ed saw Sam first after the drugs confusion wore off. But no Arrol, how Sam got out of that one was a mystery......hell, how Ed got out of it alive was a mystery. Ed had a feeling the lion felt even more guilty than ever.

So did Ed. If he managed to notice the others approach.....he could have saved Sam a little grief.

But Ed was touched during the time Arrol was there, even with a gun to Ed's head, Sam refusing to insult him was the most amazing thing anyone had ever done (or not done.) for him.

It rekindled hope (and terrified him.) and before he blacked out, expecting death, he smiled; at least he would have died happy. It wasn't fair though Ed realized to expect Sam to love him. Hell, Sam could have done that out of friendship, but the tears, and the total submission to Arrol..... Ed frowned, his face hurt too, he shouldn't torture himself like this.

But the rest of the pain set in, Ed was in castes, and bandages. (Roger had to re-break three bones in Ed's arm, and one more in his leg.) His head spun when he tried to move, and his back felt like it was on fire.

Ed let the drugs take over again, unfortunately, Sam would have to wait to see him up, and he was asleep.

Sam didn't leave Ed's side for anything. Roger brought him food, he relieved himself in the little dishes for patients and he requested Roger to bring him his old laptop to stay entertained.

Sam also never stopped feeling guilt for Ed's condition. He stared down at Ed's bandaged body, forever seeing it as what he had refused to stop.

He tried for days to manage to say the words that Arrol told him to. But still couldn't. It was to cruel, he wasn't going to attack something as instinctual as Ed's sexuality..........it would hurt Ed.........it would destroy what they had......it would also be hurting himself, attacking his own partner.....

That's right, when Arrol had Ed's life teetering, Sam had panicked and tried to save his friend, but when Roger was trying to save him from his worsening condition something in Sam slapped him in the face.

How DARE he deny his love! You might NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!!! The thought often set Sam off on bouts of crying and apologies.

He openly told the unconscious fox now how much he loved him; it had only taken two and a half weeks to make Ed essential to his very existence. He wouldn't WANT to live without him.........

He was bi, and happy to be.

It took Ed one whole week to wake up again, this time he and Sam (but mostly Sam) talked.

"Ed! Oh thank god! I thought I lost you!" Sam was hysterical, barely holding a big hug back from the recovering patient.

"Sam...." was all Ed could manage in a harsh voice.

"I'm here Ed, do you feel ok?"

Ed's body shook in laughter a second. "Peachy." Ed was still dizzy; he tried hard to stay awake, but noticed happily the pain wasn't as intense.

"Ed, I'm sorry, I've put you through so much." Sam said, regaining his composure.

"Not.....your fault." Ed breathed. "You stupid......self-pitying.....idiot."

"Don't push yourself." Sam said, noticing the extreme effort in talking. "Let me talk." Sam held his breath a moment. "I shouldn't be exiting you right now, so don't flip out or I'll have to stop. And I don't think I'll be able to." Sam paused, looking into Ed's eyes. "I think I love you Ed." Sam didn't stop once, he rushed through it.

"I can't imagine a day without you after these three weeks, and during one of them you've been crippled. Your fun, energetic and like family, but while you've been out I realized, were not related, I want to make you my loving new family. You've grown so much in these weeks, you've become a man. But I've grown to; you've helped ME Ed, to see what I really need. I don't want to fall into a forever pity party again Ed. So I have to know." he ruffled through his pocket "it's an old custom, and I have no right to ask you this after I couldn't save you from Arrol, but when we get to Vegas," he showed Ed a thick silver ring, "will you marry me?"

The two talked about it while Ed was recovering and came up with an agreement. They would get married, they would live together, and love each other as they do now.

But they had rules as well. They were bi, women and other men were still appealing, and so for the sake of their relationship, they could fuck whoever they wanted, so long as they never lie about the affair, never compare the other person to the other, and never remove their rings.

They also had to inform the other as to where they were within a day or so. Sam bought Ed a cell phone making it easy.

Sam had called Max in Vegas who still had their room on hold. The Vegas trip was on three days later, when Ed finally recovered.

Ed noticed a spring in Sam's step as he walked around now, happiness, the emotionless, self-pitying blob, gone.

They also knew with great happiness that the other recalled that first night in the parlor. Neither wanted to forget. (Except Roger who was oblivious.)

"Sam," Ed asked one day while recovering, still kept in his bed. "When we get to Vegas, Max has to know right? He'd be the best man most likely, but who will I bring?"

The thought had never occurred to Sam. "So you want to do this right? To the number? I'll postpone the wedding if it makes you happy to have a best man. But who?"

Ed blushed "I want Derek to be there."

Sam nodded, "Do you know where you can find him?"

Ed shook his head, "Derek just left, he didn't sit me down and say, 'find me here.', but I want him to be there Sam. Can you find him somehow?"

Sam shrugged; truth was if Ed asked him to jump off a bridge while he was this hurt, Sam would do it "I guess I can try. But I don't have a lot to go on."

Ed smiled sitting back in his sick bed, "Derek Thomas Richards, born in New York City pre virus. He's a wolf, only one in the gang. He has a tattoo on his arm, beneath the fur, of a flaming ace."

Sam had to laugh a little at the list, but let Ed keep going.

"Male obviously, he was in the army, and still wears his dog tags." Ed smiled, "but if you find him and your still unsure, he ALWAYS has a Jasper Blake novel on him."

Sam laughed, Jasper Blake was a new author who wrote novels about a secret agent re-adjusting to a new life, but gets sucked back into spy life. They were technically young adult novels, but many people enjoyed them.

"Isn't that a little young for him?" Sam asked.

"He loved to read." Ed responded emptily, but pulled Sam in for a kiss. "If you find him, I'll owe you ANY favor you want."

Sam gave him another wet kiss, smiling "oh I'll hold you to it."

And with that, Sam went to the interwebs for any info on this Derek guy.