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Part One: Red

Reggie sat idly on a bench outside the school, staring up at the archway standing proudly over the grounds. The light of the setting sun glimmered off the mysterious material of which the arch was made. No matter the time of day, in rain or shine, the archway glimmered mesmerizingly with the colors of the rainbow. Reggie played idly with his tail, staring into the colors, wondering why his parents had pressed so heavily to get him accepted here. A light breeze ruffled his red-orange fur and he shivered, clutching his bushy tail close for warmth.

Reggie was tall for a fox, standing at an impressive 5'11". Nobody could figure out why; his parents were both at least a head and a half shorter, and his only sibling, Ty, was 5'6" on a good day. As a fox, however, Reggie lacked the muscular build that tigers, bears and the like had, so he was rather lanky. At his parents' insistence, he had played basketball for a few seasons, but sports never held much interest for him. He preferred to lose himself in books and poetry. Fantasy worlds seemed to have a way of making the problems of the real world less harsh. His fur was pretty standard for a fox - orange-red body, white tummy and paws, and a small black tuft at the tip of his tail. The black tuft, like his abnormal height, was a mystery; the rest of his family was just red and white. As he stared at the arch, memories of his old school, both good and bad, flooded his mind. He was glad to be away from the bustle of high school - he looked forward to a quieter experience here at college.

The school's official name was New Park Academy, but everyone just called it Rainbow Academy. The arch was the main inspiration for this name, of course, but there was a second reason. New Park Academy was one of the first colleges to have school-sponsored anti-gay-bullying campaigns, counseling for GLBT students, and its own Pride parade. The school advertised itself as a place where anyone of any species, gender, and orientation could get a good education and get help finding their place in the world. This openness about sexuality made many parents wary to send their kids there, fearing indoctrination, but Reggie's mother and father seemed to think it was a good idea for him to 'broaden his horizons,' as they kept repeating. Reggie still wondered if his parents thought he was gay. He was never a really popular guy back in his high school, but he had a few dates and had lost his virginity to a very sexy wolfhound when he was 17.

Still, he could guess why this school held such a draw to his parents. Both of them were very open-minded people and had raised Reggie to be accepting of people as they are, a lesson he had learned well. He got in trouble in school several times for being involved in bullying incidents, but he had always been the one trying to stop them. Reggie was so lost in thought, still staring blankly at the arch, that he hadn't noticed a dog take a seat next to him.

"Beautiful, isn't it," a small voice asked him, startling him out of his daze. He jumped a bit and looked over at his bench partner. He was a small dog, black, with slightly curly fur. Reggie thought he saw a bit of Newfoundland in his muzzle shape and fur, but he wasn't sure. Definitely a mix, he thought, before realizing he hadn't given an answer yet.

"Uh, yeah. Very pretty," he muttered. Reggie wasn't what you'd call a social butterfly, and meeting new people always caught him a bit off guard.

"You new here too," the dog asked.

"Uh, yeah. Freshman. So um...what are you studying," Reggie asked. He wasn't sure why, it wasn't like he really cared that much. Small talk was never his thing; he was of the mind that if you have nothing to say, you should say nothing at all.

"I'm not really sure yet. I signed up for a few different classes...math, history, intro to sexual psychology. You?"

"Um. Same, actually. I've been thinking about majoring in English, I really like writing, but I'm taking math and stuff too. Sexual psych, huh," he mused aloud. It wasn't really a question, but the dog's ears perked up and he grinned.

"Yeah. I mean, it's interesting stuff, right? All that goes on in your head and how it can affect your body..." He trailed off, gazing at the arch. After that last comment, Reggie shifted his gaze and saw that the dog was rather feminine. In fact, just by looking, Reggie couldn't be sure if the dog was male or female, and the soft voice definitely didn't help. The petite frame was hardly hidden under the tight shirt and jeans the dog was wearing, and Reggie was polite enough not to stare at the dog's chest.

"Yeah, I guess. The mind can be a bit of a scary place, though..." Reggie said idly, realizing far too late how weak that had made him sound. Before he could make any attempt to clarify himself, the dog had already began to speak.

"Yeah, I suppose. Nobody really knows how it works, you know? Even after all the time we've spent studying it, we still know so little about it." The dog was now staring at Reggie, who hadn't even noticed that he was gazing into the dog's deep green eyes.

"They say that sharing eye contact with someone is more intimate than sex, psychologically speaking," the dog said, grinning. Startled by the pointed nature of the comment, Reggie immediately dropped his gaze.

"Um. Yeah, I had heard that. So, what's your name?"

"Well, my full name is Cornelius Artemis Joliette Barnes," said the dog with a sly grin that Reggie didn't catch.

"Really," he asked.

The dog laughed - more of a giggle - and said, "No! Good lord, can you imagine?" He elbowed the fox playfully and said, "Tell me your name and I'll tell you mine."

"Um. Reginald Gregory Faust. But everyone calls me Reggie," he said, blushing, embarrassed that he had missed the obvious sarcasm. There was something strange about this dog, and it went beyond Reggie's confusion about the gender. Talking to him...her? whatever was oddly entrancing, like falling into a whole new fantasy world, a world where lines were blurred and Reggie felt oddly comfortable.

"My name is Kasserin Victoria Green," the dog replied. Finally Reggie had an indicator, and judging by the name, this dog was indeed female. And, judging by how she had been sizing him up, she was hitting on him. Before he could fully grasp that idea, she spoke again.

"Want to grab a bite? I'm starving." He nodded silently and followed her, admiring the sway of her hips and the way her small tail wagged. She noticed his gaze and elbowed him playfully again, giggling.

"Admiring the view," she asked him in a low voice. He blushed and stared straight ahead, hands at his sides.

"It's okay, Reggie, I don't mind," she said giggling again, and grabbed one of his stiff hands. He trembled as she intertwined her fingers with his. He wasn't used to women being this forward; he had always been the one to make the first move. He liked it better this way, though. It seemed much easier to simply follow someone else's lead. She led him to the food court and when she took her student ID out to pay, he thought he saw a name other than Kasserin on there. It looked like it said 'Kyle' or 'Kameron' or something like that. He shook the thought from his head as he ordered his own food. This hot female dog (he had never liked using the term 'bitch') was very clearly interested in him, and a feeling in his stomach was giving him clear indicators that it was mutual.

Over lunch the two talked about a variety of topics - classes, their families, and the nature of the school itself dominated the conversation. Reggie couldn't remember the last time he had made such a good friend so fast. The two just kept finding they had more and more in common.

"So, sexual psychology," Reggie asked again. He was genuinely curious why Kasserin had chosen such a subject. "Any particular reason for that?"

"Call it a personal interest," the dog said, her eyes sparkling. Reggie had to try very hard to resist the temptation to lean forward and kiss her, right then and there. Even though they had just met, he felt a strange attraction to this dog. Even as poetic as he was, Reggie wasn't sure he believed in 'soul mates' or 'true love,' but this feeling in his stomach had to mean something.

"So, uh," he began, tripping over his words a bit, "what dorm are you in?"

"Let's see," said the dog, rummaging through her pockets, "Hm. Looks like I'm in Boar 221."

"Wait, really," Reggie asked, pulling out his own assignment, "that's....that's my room."

The dog's smile vanished as she snatched the paper from him.

"I know they have some co-ed dorms here," Reggie said, starting to put a few pieces together in his head, "but Boar isn't one of them."

Kasserin looked up at him, a stark look of fear on her once smiling face.

"Kass," Reggie started, trying very had not to sound accusatory or angry, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Her eyes welled with tears and she made a move as if to leave, but Reggie grabbed her paw and held it tight.

"Tell me. Don't be afraid."

Kasserin stared at him, and he smiled gently at her. At him? Kass sat down and took a few deep breaths before blurting out in an entirely different voice than the one that had startled Reggie at the arch, "I'm a guy. I'm....I'm gay. And I...I like to, um.." he trailed off.

"Crossdress," Reggie suggested politely.

"Yes. That." The dog stared at the table, not meeting Reggie's gaze.

"And?"

"And? And what," asked the dog, confused.

"Is that it? You're a gay crossdresser?"

"Um. Yeah. I thought you could tell, that's why I was so...um...yeah."

"Well if it makes you feel any better, you had me completely fooled. Hell, five minutes ago I was about ready to kiss you. Doesn't change how much we have in common, does it? Doesn't change how well we get along. And we'll obviously be great roomies, so what's the big deal?"

"You mean...you don't mind? You don't think it's weird, or sick?"

"Kass," Reggie said, still unsure of what the dog's real name was, "Can I call you Kass? Do you prefer that?" The dog nodded lightly. "Good. Kass, when I was 14, my older sister brought home her girlfriend to meet my parents. They didn't even bat an eye. I was raised to believe that the measure of someone's character is how they think and act and feel, not how they dress or talk. If you want to wear makeup and tight pants, who am I to think any less of you for it?"

The dog's eyes were brimming with tears again, but now his muzzle wore a smile.

"That....that might be the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. You were really going to kiss me?"

Reggie laughed. "Yep."

"So?"

Reggie hesitated. Was she...he...asking what he thought he was asking?

"So...what?"

"So, do you still want to kiss me?"

Reggie had to admit, even knowing that the dog sitting across from him had a full set of male genitalia wasn't that off-putting. The makeup, the smile, that dulcet tone in her voice. His voice? Reggie shook his head a bit to clear it. The butterflies were still in his stomach, and as he gazed into Kass's deep green eyes, he couldn't fully deny that he still felt something. But what was it? Reggie had never even given a passing thought to being gay before. But this dog, here, sitting such a short distance from him....he felt something for him. For him. Reggie still hadn't answered.

"I...I don't know," he said finally. Kass's smile vanished again, but soon reappeared.

"That's fine. I wouldn't expect anyone to be able to wrap their mind around something like that right away. But, I really had you fooled? You thought I was a woman?"

"Yeah, a hot one too," Reggie laughed nervously. He wasn't sure why he had said that.

"Was it the makeup? The perfume?"

"It was...um...your, uh..." Reggie trailed off, not wanting to reveal how much time he had spent admiring her...his? His. His ass.

"My nice tight butt, right?"

Reggie blushed deeply, "Um. Uh...yeah."

Kass giggled again, slipping back into her feminine voice.

"You wouldn't be the first to fall for it, Reg."

Reg. Nobody called him Reg. But he liked it. Kass and Reg...Reg and Kass. Reggie thought about this for far too long before he noticed the dog had grabbed his paws.

"Reg," the dog said again, staring at him.

"Yes," the fox asked nervously.

"Let's go check out our dorm! I bet it's awesome." Reggie sighed, relieved. The dog seemed unfazed that Reggie still wasn't sure how he felt. The two walked together to their dorm hall, and Reggie learned that the dog's birth name was Kyle Victor Green. He had chosen a name not too far from his own so it'd be easy to remember.

"So, do you, um," Reggie began, not sure how to ask such an odd-sounding query.

"Do I what," Kass said, her eyes glimmering.

"Do you, um, crossdress all the time?"

Kasserin giggled again, "No, of course not. I just wanted to explore the campus today and see what kind of interesting fellas I could meet."

"Funny that we'd bump into each other like this, sharing a room and all," Reggie said as they reached the double doors leading into the common area of Boar Hall. Reggie held the door open and bowed Kass inside.

"Ladies first," he said, grinning. Kass smiled back and gave him a quick squeeze on the arm as she walked inside. Reggie didn't know why, but he felt more comfortable thinking of Kyle as Kasserin, the cute black dog he had met on his first day at college. The two reached their room and opened the door to a standard college dorm. Two cheap beds were bunked at one end, and the room was packed with boxes. They began to unpack and Reggie noticed that Kass actually had very few 'girly' outfits. A few skirts, a dress or two, and some tight pants. Well, all of her...his? pants were tight. As Reggie dwelled on this, he turned and saw the dog stripping down.

"Whoa! Um, I can step out," the fox said, blushing deeply as the dog stood before him in nothing but a half-buttoned shirt and a pair of panties.

"Why? I don't mind," Kass said, "Unless you want to. I mean, I don't mind either way."

"I know, it's not that, it's just..." Reggie didn't know how to tell Kass that he wasn't sure what he'd do if he saw him naked. Him. With clothes and makeup on, Reggie could easily see the fox as a female. But nude...that would be different. But still, Reg felt the familiar fluttering as he imagined just what the fox had concealed under those panties. The two stood there for what seemed like hours, Reggie trying to stare anywhere but at Kyle's crotch.

"Look," said Kyle, dropping his female tone again, "if this is going to be a problem, we need to get it out in the open. Do I gross you out? Is this weird for you? Because I can always get a room swap."

"No," Reggie said, a bit too loud and way too fast, "It's just...I mean...um..." He trailed off again.

"Reg, we need to be honest with each other if this is going to work. So tell me, what's on your mind?"

Reggie didn't know what else to do. He didn't want to hurt Kass's feelings. Kyle's feelings. Why was this so hard? They're the same person, and a person is what's on the inside, right? And if you have feelings for someone....but did he? He shook his head again.

"I...um," he began, his voice almost a whisper, "I...I think I have feelings for you," he finally blurted out. Kyle studied him for a moment.

"For me? Or for Kasserin?"

Reggie truly didn't have an answer to this.

"Kasserin. You! Both," he blurted again. It was like the dog knew exactly what was going on in his head, and knew jut the right questions to ask.

"Reg, I think we should try something," Kyle said softly, padding over and locking the door. Reggie simply sat on the bed, staring at the dog - still wearing just a pair of panties - approaching him. Kyle sat next to him on he bed and took his paws.

"Kiss me."

Reggie was dumbstruck.

"W...what?"

"Kiss me. Kiss me right now. I don't care if it's as Kasserin or as Kyle. But this is the only way to know if you still have feelings for me after finding out who I am."

Reggie couldn't move for a moment, but the butterflies, growing impatient, lunged him forward into a kiss. Kyle's eyes widened, then closed as he let the kiss sweep over him, feeling the warmth of the fox and feeling his nose press against his own. The kiss lasted a good while before Reggie finally pulled back.

"That. What did that mean," Reggie asked finally.

"Well, this is just a guess, but I think it means you do have feelings for me," Kyle responded.

"But...I mean, I'm not...I've never..." Reggie was at a complete loss for words, a feeling he wasn't used to. But Kyle's presence made it easier. He grabbed Reggie's paw again.

"Reg, just because you've never had sex with a guy before doesn't mean you're not gay. And you might not be. Maybe you're bi, or pansexual. Or maybe this is a one-time thing because in your mind, I'm still that hot bitch with the nice ass who hit on you on your first day at college," he said, laughing again.

"How the hell are you so smart," Reggie asked, smiling.

"Like I said, sexual psychology holds some...personal interest for me. You don't think I went through some crazy shit when I discovered what wearing my sister's undies did to me? Or when I finally realized that I didn't want to have sex with women? Nobody has an easy time coming to terms with their sexuality. What's important right now is the kiss we just shared, and I don't need a degree in sexual psych to see that it meant something to you."

Reggie thought about this for a moment and let his gaze drift downwards to the dog's crotch again. He saw that his member was beginning to emerge from his sheath, stretching the thin fabric of his panties.

"And I don't need anything but a pair of eyes and half a brain to see that it meant something to you, too," Reggie said, before he could stop himself. Kyle didn't blush or look away, he simply grinned and let Reggie look. He didn't have to say a word. The look in his eyes spelled it out quite clearly: If you want to, I won't stop you.

Reggie reached a trembling paw towards Kyle's groin, finally resting his pad on the now fully erect member hidden underneath the fabric. Kyle sighed as he felt the contact, and Reggie looked up at him. He was still smiling, still not saying a word. Their cards were on the table, and it was Reggie's turn. He hadn't felt this nervous about anything sexual since his very first time, back in high school. He felt that same rush of emotions - anxiety, joy, lust...lust. His paw was resting on top of a male dog's penis, and he felt a stirring in his own loins that was completely undeniable. He wasn't sure which one of the logical and plausible reasons the dog had suggested was the truth, but at this moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Reggie wanted him. Him. He saw Kyle as only his male self, not as the 'hot bitch' who had hit on him. He saw the deep green eyes, the inviting smile, and felt the throbbing warmth under his still trembling paw. Kyle cleared his throat and Reggie gave a start.

"Sorry! I...um." Was all he could say. Kyle still smiled and slowly moved Reggie's paw from the bulge to the waist of his panties.

"I won't force you to do anything. We can stop whenever you want. Just...let it happen," he said. And at that moment, Reggie realized that he didn't care about the tone of the dog's voice. He didn't care that he didn't have breasts or a vagina. He did care that this dog was a kind, loving, understanding person...he cared that he was at least a bit in love. He cared that the butterflies had migrated from his stomach to his groin and were stirring in him a feeling he had never felt before. He rose suddenly, bumping his head on the bunk bed above him.

"Ow, shit," he cried out. Kyle rose to help him but he waved his paw, motioning for him to stay. "It's nothing. Fuck, ow."

Kyle couldn't help but grin as the fox peeled off his shirt and undid his pants. His eyes glimmered as he saw the bulge in Reg's boxers. Reg sat back down and leaned forward again, kissing Kyle deeply. They kissed again and again until Kyle's paw found its way to Reggie's bulge. He sighed just as Kyle had as he felt the warmth of the dog's paw on his member.

"Just remember, if you ask me to stop, I will."

Reggie simply nodded. Kyle grinned wider and leaned down, giving Reg's boxers a slow lick over the bulge. The fox shuddered with pleasure.

"Do you want me to, or..." Kyle trailed off, but Reggie knew what he was asking. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and was about to pull them down, but he hesitated.

"You," he blurted, "you do it." He wasn't sure why, other than a vague fear that he'd lose his nerve. Kyle, still grinning, slowly rolled the fox's boxers down his hips and over his protruding cock. Kyle gave a whistle of appreciation and Reggie blushed deeply, almost showing even through his red fur.

"It's nice," Kyle commented as he ran his paw up and down the shaft, circling the tip with a finger. Reggie shuddered and let out a low moan. It had never been like this...so intimate, so...exploratory. The dog wrapped his paw around the shaft and squeezed gently, causing precum to dribble from the tip. He licked it up quickly and savored the taste for a minute.

"I think you're a bit overdressed," Reggie said, grabbing the waistband of Kyle's panties, surprising even himself with his boldness. Kyle nodded and allowed Reggie to pull his underwear down, exposing his own hard shaft. Reggie stared at the knot at the base and admired the shape of the tip.

"Mine's bigger," Reggie said, grinning. Kyle punched him lightly on the arm.

"Such a typical man. Always a contest," he said, but he didn't seem upset. Plus, the fox was right; his member was a good two inches longer than the dog's.

"Would a typical man be doing this," Reggie asked, still grinning.

"Probably not," Kyle agreed. He leaned up and gave Reggie another kiss before turning his attention back to his cock.

Reggie wasn't sure why he felt so much more comfortable now. Perhaps it was because they had now both seen what the other party had to offer, and they could get down to business. But he still had no idea how to initiate. Before he could even open his mouth to ask what Kyle wanted to do next, he felt the dog's tongue take a long, slow lick up his shaft.

"You're really good at this," Reg said, ruffling the dog's headfur. Kyle responded by taking Reggie's entire length into his muzzle. The fox moaned as the dog gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had. To be fair, he didn't have that much competition, but this was on another level entirely. Reggie's entire body tingled as he felt the dog's skillful tongue swirl around the tip of his cock and run slowly up the underside. Soon enough, Reggie felt a familiar tightening sensation in his groin as his orgasm began to build.

"Kyle, I'm...I'm g-gonna..." He panted and huffed, giving a few little yips as Kyle kept going. He fell back on the bed and groaned aloud as he shot string after string of his cum into the dog's warm mouth. Kyle raised his head from the fox's crotch, making a show of licking his lips.

"Mmmm, always fun to taste a new specie. Never had a fox before....sweeter than I expected. Not bad, though." Kyle grinned at Reggie, who was still in post-orgasm wonderland.

"Do you want me to, uh, return the favor," Reggie asked, seeing that the dog's member was still hard and leaking precum all over the sheets.

"Only if you want to. It's all up to you," Kyle said, with that soft, loving warmth in his tone that made Reggie's heart leap.

"Of course I want to. I mean, it's only fair. I might need a bit of help, though...I'm sure I'm not as experienced as you."

"Are you calling me a slut," Kyle asked, his voice dripping with mock indignation.

Reggie laughed and kissed him again, tasting the remnants of his semen. It wasn't bad, and that thought got him thinking what Kyle's would taste like. He moved down the bed so he was staring at the red flesh of Kyle's member. It looked almost intimidating up close, red and throbbing with desire.

"Just do what I did....start off with some licking, then, when you're ready, you can take it in."

Reggie nodded, glad that Kyle was willing to guide him through this. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the musky scent, and took a slow lick up the bottom of the shaft. Kyle shuddered appreciatively, just as Reggie had. Another lick, then another, and soon enough Reggie was lapping away at Kyle's cock. The dog tossed his head and groaned as Reggie swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting the freely flowing precum. It was a bit salty and bitter, but it had a musky taste to it that Reggie couldn't deny he enjoyed. Following the dog's advice, Reg slowly took the entire member into his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth along the underside. His nose bumped the dog's knot, which had now swelled to almost the size of a tennis ball. His body tingled as he imagined what it would feel like to have something like that inside him. This experience was opening a whole new sexual world to him, one he had never given more than a passing thought to before. He was brought abruptly back to reality when he heard Kyle speak.

"Reg! Oh god, I'm, I-I'm g-gonna....fffffuck!"

Before he could react, Reggie found his muzzle being filled with the dog's hot, sticky seed. Like his precum, it was salty and bitter, but again carried that musky taste to it. Reggie let it fill his mouth, savoring the taste on his tongue. Kyle groaned as his cock twitched, dripping the last few spurts onto Reg's tongue. He swallowed it all, and he swallowed louder than usual so that Kyle would see how much he liked it.

"That...that was amazing," the dog said between heavy, panting breaths, "are you sure that was your first time?"

"Well unless I've been blowing guys in my sleep, yeah" Reggie answered, laughing. But it died down quickly as his giddiness turned again to confusion. What did this mean? He knew he wasn't gay, but there was no denying what had just happened, and there was definitely no denying that it was probably the best sex he had ever had. Kyle saw the forlorn look and put his arms around Reggie's chest.

"Are you okay, Reg," he asked, his voice full of genuine concern.

"Yeah. I mean...I think so. I mean, I....I still like girls, you know? But this...this was amazing, it really was...I'm just sorta..." he trailed off, getting lost in his thoughts again.

"Reg, talk to me. We have to get this out in the open, and I'm probably the best person for you to talk to right now. We're obviously very comfortable with each other, and although I may not have a PhD, I do know a thing or two about sexual psychology. So talk to me."

"I...um. I like you a lot, Kyle, I really do, and this was amazing, but....does this...does it mean I'm gay?"

Kyle shook his head, "Yet another victim of the polarized sexes. Few things in this world are black and white, Reg, and sexuality isn't one of them. If you ask me, there is no truly 100% straight or gay person on this planet. Nobody can say for sure that there is no circumstance in which they'd be attracted to a member of any sex, because sometimes attraction goes far beyond what a person has between their legs. Take today, for example. You got to know me first as a woman, and you fell for me. Not my body...well, not just my body, but you fell for me as a person, and that attraction didn't fade when you found out that I was a man. Do you see what I mean?"

"I...I think so. I just need some time to assess this for myself, you know? I need to think this through."

"Of course, I understand," Kyle said gently, kissing Reggie's neck, "Just know that if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you. If you want this to end here, that's fine by me, and if you want it to continue, that's fine too. And if you want to bring a girl back here later and screw her brains out, I won't mind one bit. And if-"

Kyle was cut off as the fox kissed him again.

"I get the point," Reggie said, grinning again, "And...thank you. I think I really needed this. And..." he blushed, unsure how to say what he truly felt.

"And," Kyle asked.

"And...I. Um. I'm glad I met you," he mumbled. It wasn't what he meant to say, but somehow telling his new roommate 'I love you' on the first day they had met seemed a bit crazy.

"It's going to be a good year," Kyle mused aloud as the two got off the bed and began to dress.

One Month Later

Reggie stumbled through the dorm hall, drunk as the skunks at the party he had attended earlier that night. He had met two people there, a horse and a cat, and he didn't think his life would ever be quite the same now. He saw that there was a note on the door.

Reg,

I brought a friend over for the night, I hope you don't mind.

If you want to join in, you're more than welcome.

~Kass

Reggie grinned, glad that Kass had found someone new. He often worried if the dog felt an obligation to him even though they had made it clear that they were not exclusive. Reggie pressed his ear to the door and heard nothing but light snoring. After fumbling to get his key in the lock, he entered the room to see a long cougar tail dangling off the top bunk. He slumped into his own bed as quietly as he could manage in his inebriated state and fell asleep, dreaming of what else his future could bring. The last thought that flitted through his head was a memory of his first day at Rainbow; of his roommate, friend and lover's remark.

It's going to be a good year.