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August In October

Chapter One

Warning : The following story contains sexual content and adult situations between two males. As reader you have no obligation to read said story and are strongly suggested to leave at any point if any content offends or violates personal morals or beliefs; or are in any country/ state/ province/ territory where such material is illegal for you the reader. Names or likeness of persons living or dead is purely coincidental with the exception of the main character and there in some minor fabrication for theatricality has been made. ____________________________________________________________________

Alone and lost in a drunken haze, I sat hunched over the bar. Every now and again I'd lick passively at the head of my lager then follow that by dragging on my cigarette. In the background I heard my favorite song start to play. Aside from this my evening was completely a waist, merely a chance to stare blankly at the wooden support beams across the room while killing a few brain-cells.

"Can I help you with something?" An irritated voice broke through my drunken barrier, pulling me out of my stupor along with it. As I sat blinking from surprise I heard the question being repeated. This time in a much more belligerent tone, as if I had just screwed up something vital to their day. It took me a few minutes to realize it but the voice was coming from a table-length's away. An aggravated looking wolf starred at me in frustrated confusion. Connecting the dots I devised that for the past solid twenty minutes it must have appeared that I was ogling him shamelessly. Not that he wasn't a piece of hardcore eye-candy, I honestly was just lost in thought.

"Oh... Nope, just in my own little world over here, sorry." I replied dryly and then diverted my eyes, busying myself with my beverage. "Whatever," he muttered back, but only as background noise again. After pretending to enjoy a hearty gulp of my piss-warm drink I stole another glace around the bar, back at that white wolf, and then at at the door. Maybe I should go, I thought while adding up the number of unfamiliar faces. I never really trusted large crowds of drunken rednecks anyways.

Upon standing I nearly fell back down again. No, I wasn't THAT drunk, it's just I could have sworn that little white wolf gave me a double take, drinking up my frail image like strawberry wine. "Yeah, right. Keep dreaming Diamond." I muttered discontentedly for allowing fantasy to sweep me away like a young pup's imagination might. Facing my exit the first few steps brought the life back into my legs, the next few took me closer to the way home. I almost made it before my desire to confirm my childish whimsy grabbed hold. It was too much, how could I leave not knowing?

"Excuse me I was wondering..." I froze, mid-sentance none the less, unable to finish what meager attempt of a greeting I had planned. The entire table sat, all eyes drawn at me like pistols ready to fire upon command. But god damn, how those green eyes of his captivated me, it left me breathless in this smog of cigarette smoke. Suddenly very notable more sober than two minutes previous I had to blurt out something convincing just to save my own ass.

His beautiful jade globes almost begged me to continue with the lame pick-up line I had reserved but the prejudice in the atmosphere that engulfed me warned not to. Instead I just slurred out the only thing I could think of.

"Hav... Have you seen my sis... sister? She said she's be meeting a.... somebody here with your description. She's..." Fortunately he cut my rambling short and just shook his head. "No, sorry. Can't say I've seen her." He must have known that was a lie. Obviously he didn't even bother to ask what she looked like or for her name. So I took my cue, thanked him falsely, and bolted for the door before I made myself look like a complete idiot.

"Real smooth Willace!" I cursed myself smashing a fist on the exit rail outside. "Real fucking smooth!" A few patrons who were sitting outside gave the bizarre display a glance but were meet with a dirty look as I hurriedly walked for the alleyway. To say I had let myself down would be the understatement of the year, possibly of the decade. "Have you seen my sister, shit I gotta' be the dumbest moron... Woulda' never worked... He didn't really look at me..." Mumbles of my disappointment spilled out the entire stumble back to my house. I could only be grateful no police were on patrol. Hell, last thing I needed was to end up in jail. Opening my back door I cracked a joke about 'how'd I finally get some in prison' and then flicked on the light. Good ol' kitchen, still a furnace despite the weather outside.

As the door behind me clicked shut I casually tossed my jacket onto the floor. Tonight had been like so many others, a total waste. The breakdown of it was go to the bar, leave feeling rejected or alone, go home for supper, then beat my meat before passing out on the couch. Tonight I'd be skipping supper. Shit, maybe I'd should just go to bed. A drunken dance to my living room couch and I tumbled to the cushions like a dandelion in a hurricane. No sooner did my butt hit the firm pillow did my eyelids closed. Aching from the long day I felt myself drift off. And just like that I was asleep.

It didn't take long for me to kick into drunken dream mode either. Mostly the really trippy mash-up of random sights like something out of an M. C. Escher piece. Well that is until roughly the end of my nightly hallucination. I dreamed of running like a feral upon four paws through the twisting streets of an empty city. A cement river greeted my steps as I sprinted down the roadways lined with giant skyscrapers tucked behind a barrier of cars to either side. When my dream-self finally called it quits with the marathon it was apparently time for a cuddle session under the night time sky.

Looking up at the starry blanket the moon peered back down at me, nestled halfway behind an metal mountain of a building. While I rested there oh-so-peacefully it became noticeable that I was not alone in this metropolis afterall. On either side, another feral wolf resting with the same content expression painted across their faces.

Turning to my to the left revealed another version of me, almost identical to who I was in this dream but as if my features had been 'femalized.' Slightly more curvature to the hips, a little sleeker body, and 'her' muzzle a just a whisker's length slimmer. 'She' smiled at me, an expression I've seen countless times in the mirror, and nodded to our right. As by instinct I shifted the weight of my body to face the other wolf, and in doing so caught the shock of my lifetime.

There, unclothed and so tranquil, laid a feral version of my 'encounter' from the bar. His glorious white fur shown brighter than the moon overhead and his burning sea-green eyes pierced straight through the back of my skull. Those eyes blazing with evanescence smiled and he whispered effortlessly without even stirring his lips. "You complete me..."

These words spoken without audible volume, floated tenderly in my head, swimming in my brain like my coy fish would in their rectangular aquarium. Strangely it soothed and aroused me in ways no one had been able to inspire. My arousal grew even further when the 'girly' version of me echoed the words back, a soft murr of whisper laced with the sweetest sincerity. Extremely enticed by this serine feeling of sexual pleasures, my body reflected my mind and stirred to consciousness. I sat up, my forehead pounding like waves upon the shoreline and my ears refused to stop ringing.

Dazed and a little perplexed I replayed my dream over and over again the best I could. Its birth was just randomly scattered flashes of barely memorable images, blurry glimpses of what I cooked up while being passed out. Something I could happily forget. However the second half of it was much more memorable and I chewed over each frame, desperately trying to decipher any hidden meaning there in. I formed one and only conclusion at that time; I was just plain horny. Given the fact that I decided to NOT rub one out earlier helped to draw me to this answer as being both logical and easily rectifiable. I love playing my own psychologist, it always has such a pleasant ending.

Wait, I have to work today, don't I? Asked the little voice of reason deep inside my head. God damn, I really tend to loathe that voice. So sporting a throbbing problem I sleepily made my way off the bed and for the water-closet down the hall. Cold showers... Fuck.

* * *

Begrudgingly a slate coloured time clock ticked the final few seconds of my work day as I waited to punch out. Buzzing in the background I could here a few of my co-workers conversing about what they'd be doing tonight. From how it sounded like they lived very dull lives. Myself, I had something very grand planned for the hours after sun-down. While the last seconds ticked away, I canvased my brain for an appropriate agenda.

Outside the air was surprisingly heated for an early October evening. A fact that played well into my fortune for what I had planned. My slacks began to amass seed-pods when I decided to take a shortcut through some stranger's backyard, yet I wouldn't be needing them once I got home. No, instead I had a little more risque of an outfit in mind, say short-shorts? Warm light matched my smile as I flicked the kitchen light on. This was going to be perfect, but I had to be flawless in the execution of this little devious endeavor.

Work clothes thudded against the wall as I stripped for the shower, blindly pulling off a button down shirt like I was imitating a stripper. Half naked and hunch by my wooded dresser, I paused for a moment pulling off a sock from my dainty hind-paw. Really mawing through my plan was starting to have a negative effect on my level of bravery. I had intended to 'out' myself tonight, wearing the skimpiest outfit a wolf with my skinny body could, but it didn't set quite right. I wasn't a slut, I wasn't easy, and if I came 'out' looking that way, well hell knows who I'd end up with. It just wasn't the way I wanted to portray myself.

"...Fucking difference does it make...?" I moaned, agitated that I broke my own confidence this quickly. After a few minutes I choose that yes, I'd still be going to the bar; just not trying to announce my sexuality so frivolously. Well at least not tonight.

* * *

"Guinness, please." I belched out my usual starting order. It was meant to seem respectful but I must have been lacking my normal sense of false enthusiasm. Poor attitude aside I was going to make damn sure I'd be enjoying this evening, filled with debauchery and drunkenness.

With drink in paw my confidence began to grow. Maybe tonight didn't need to be so dull afterall. Yeah, I realize it was the beer doing the talking but in no time I actually struck up a light conversation with a good looking Tabby-cat beside me named Balien. As it turned out he was thew athletic type, a swimmer with a lanky yet semi-muscular form that proved devotion to his affinity of water. It was a subject of which he liked discussing, A LOT. Strange, here I thought cat's didn't like water. Another round of lager later and I felt that he might be a little drunker than first estimated; perfect! If this was indeed the truth perhaps my zealous new friend would be willing to discuss sexuality; namely his and mine.

"So on your swim team, are there any good lookers?" I asked him trying to be tactful. Pausing Balien took a healthy swig of his drink before returning to my query. "Hmmmmm," he hummed tapping his finger against his jaw, as if truly trying to recall life-defining details about his fellow athletes. Another flicker of his tail and I watched his creamy splotch-covered muzzle in anticipation. "Well Just my one buddy Scott, but his brain's the size of a walnut and his dick does all his thinking." With a dramatic break in his answer Balien turned his bottle upside-down over his lips. I couldn't help but to snort out a chuckle. "Unfortunately I didn't find that out until after we started hooking up."

"Oh Sweet God!" I exclaimed silently in utter triumph at how easily all this was happening. But I didn't have the fullest sense of security, Balien could just have been referring to a 'non-sexual hook-up,' right? No, it had to be this little kitty was a Homo just like me. How pleasant, I thought, and I skillfully planned my next move. "How'd you know Scott wasn't right for you, if you don't mind me asking. It sounded like he wasn't supportive enough for a sweetheart like you."

Believe me when I say that little line was delivered with the kindest, most empathetic smile blended with an almost crying whimper in my voice. Through some miracle my heart still managed not to explode, though I thought it might briefly when I called him a 'Sweetheart.' Maybe not one of my best moves. Still it seemed to have a deeply reaching impact on this trimly built feline sitting next to me.

Once I ordered another round for us Balien gave me the back-story I had been praying that he was hiding. "You know how things are, Wuff. You meet a guy who has the same interests as you and you think 'hey this is really going to be great, this is true love.' But see the thing with Scott was he was a good lay and everything, but outside the bedroom he just didn't seem to care after awhile. Nearly a month into it he stopped giving a crap about how'd I placed in competitions or how my day down at the store went. I could have dealt with him being competitive about swimming but there was just nothing but an 'oh, okay' to anything I mentioned. It was then that I could tell things were getting ugly so I opted for a split." Our respective poisons arrived and I payed for his. I really did feel an amount of remorse for him now, Balien was no longer just a prospect of gayness but instead he was slowly becoming a friend.

"That's terrible to hear, Balien." I said and bravely nudged a soft caress down the feline's cream coloured paw. "Yeah, but what's really bad is having to see your Ex shirtless twice a week." Great sense of humor, stunning body, and such a friendly little Kittie; could there be attractions blossoming here? The time had come for me to make a decisive move. I would need a drink of beer first of course. "Would you mind if I came to see you compete sometime?" I inquired, licking the froth from my lips and keeping my head angled ever-so-slightly away. The tough, indifferent look was hard for me to pull off, I think my perky excited ears gave me away. "I would love to see another fan in the bleachers but..."

'But' what I thought turning towards this multi-coloured tempter who wore the typical feline expression of pride. "...But if you wanted a real date next time just say so. What a silly little Wuffie you are."

THA-THUMP went my heart a trillion times over and my muzzle hung slightly agape from the shock of his reply. Though it seemed too good to be true I reveled in the fact I knew this wasn't a dream; no this was as real as it could be. Slurring out an 'okay' I watched as Balien scribbled down a time and address onto a bar napkin. Cheesy, yes. Did I care? No. "Back in just a moment Wuff, I got to go take a trip to the water-closet."

Speechless in my gratitude I nodded merrily and gave a flutter of a wave 'goodbye' and crammed the token gift deep into my jeans. As he stood my heart-beat finally set back to standard speed he turned for the far end of the building. Who could help but to watch that tabby's tight ass while saucily strutted (probably on purpose I might add) his way to relieve the pressures of drinking. Finally after he turned the divider the reality of what had just transpired set in. At that moment my mental dam broke. "FUCK YES!!!!" I blurted out banging my paw on the bar. Doing so got me instantly flagged from further consumption of alcoholic beverages, yet why should I care? This lucky 'Wuff' just got a date!

It took a few minutes but Balien eventually returned from his venture and rejoined me at the table. "Well I've had enough to drink, think I'll be sticking to soda from here on out." He concurred with a boyish head gesture before finishing the remaining portion of his brown bottle brew. "Can't party it up too much I have a versus match tomorrow too as you now know. I expect you to be there too?"

Obviously I could tell he put emphasis on turning that into a question to gauge my reaction. Well kitty, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Still it was enough to make me snort soda out of my nose like a cub watching a slap-stick cartoon. "Would be perfect..." I wheezed out as spritzer tried to explore my air-ways. Unfortunately I was wearing my embarrassment on my sleeve, both literally and figuratively. Though this well mannered cat didn't seem to be effected by that. Hidden in that smirk of his you'd swear a twinkle sparked behind those wide brown eyes.

"No reason to get all worked up," he purred passing me another bar-napkin. Wait, he just purred at me? Shit, Kitty here is breaking all the rules. To distracted to catch on, Balien boldly pushed past the personal space bubble and dotted at my face with the little rag. I Froze. Sheer and complete bewilderment rampaged my buzzing brain as I stiffened like the pine-trees out front.

"Relaaaaaaaaxxxx...." He swooned, intent on making my face picture perfect. His scent crept up from his arm when his touch moved to my neck. For some reason there was something else tangled in with it. Try as I might I failed to put my finger on why he smelled this way. Needless to say my heartbeat sky-rocketed again. "Don't you know, Cat's are suppose to be afraid of big bad wuffies, not the other way around." Mocking me or not, he was totally pressing all the right buttons to get me sweaty under the collar. However I fought my urge to tell him this or things could have turned sour rather quickly. "Yeah, suppose so. Still all things considered I think it's time we called it a night, don't' you mister swimmer?"

Glinting as a smile infected his face I felt Balien's eyes sway off me and towards the door just for a moment. "Think you may be right. Gotta' be tip-top condition come ten thirty." Slowly, unwillingly, he drew his paws back. "So, can I call you a cab?"

With an equally dishearten look in my eyes I shook my head no. "I only live a couple blocks, it's a nice night and I can walk; but thank you." One might expect Balien's reaction would be that he felt shot down. For whatever reason he seemed relieved. Further proof I wasn't just a bar floozie. "Well sweetie, have a good night's rest then. Be seeing you around?" By now it should have been quite clear I was wrapped around his finger tightly. "You know it, Balien. I'm a wolf of my word."

* * *

Screeching resonated through my head shattering my dream and morning light streamed in unmercifully. As a precaution I set my alarm on the MOST annoying sound any person ever had the misfortune to hear and slept with the blinds open. I very nearly got slammed the snooze button for twenty five minutes more of rest. Well that is until I remembered why I had put myself in these conditions. "I've gotta' date today!" I exclaimed tiredly pointing half asleep at my white-wash ceiling. That indeed I did.

Half of me went vertical and I realized my expected hangover was non-existant. Could today off to a better start? I think not. Shuffling off of the bed, my paws met the carpet below and a yawn slipped forth without my full concent. As it finished itself my lips smacked audible, a feature I could easily go without. Never was I more repugnant to my own-self than when I first woke up.

I could feel my fur in a mess around my chest. Upon investigation through sleep-hazed eyes I took note of why. "Ummmm, whoops." I remarked, my paw place casually on a hip as a red tip still poked out of my sheath. "Nothing a shower won't fix." Besides I needed to 'pretty myself up' anyhow for the occasion. Loofah in paw I made a b-line for the tub.

Now some fur's sing while in the shower, not me. I yell, a lot, on account of not having the best singing voice. Still it was music to me I guess. It was a relatively quick bath this time, lasting a puny thirteen minutes leaving me smelling like my fruit scented shampoo. Most men would pick something a little more masculine, I'm sure. Today just didn't seem the occasion for a beefy, manly smell like Irish Field or Axe Excite. Not that I didn't have those within arm's reach I just felt like Bouncing Blueberries could lift my spirits just as well. My next major hang up was what to wear.

Each day I tried to have my outfit heavily mirror my mood so that I could maintain that current emotion throughout my waking hours. Today I might forgo that familiar tradition. But what would a sports-fan wear to a swimming match? Looking back to last night I considered that I should dress in the same way I did then.

"Well last night I wore..." after a few minutes of going through the piled clothes about my floor I managed to jog my memory. Blue jeans and a bill-a-bong T-shirt it was then. Doing my best to hold a towel to my hip I walked to the bedroom and flicked on the light. At that moment I made the unfortunate realization that my apartment was a total mess. So after quickly pulling out a pair of black silk boxers (nice choice, right?) I sat bedside and slide them around my legs. Offering little resistance they easily glided up my water-soaked thighs and let out a satisfying snap when I let go of the elastic back; just about my hip line. The rest of my dressings could wait for now. My place needed to be primed for anything tonight could offer.

Thirty five minutes later I had two hidden piles of random stuff and an organized living room. "Looks pretty nice," I commented passively glancing around. "Now for some threads." Today's outfit, dark denim jeans with a frayed knee and a red shirt with a black trim. Given the chance for chillier weather I threw on a long-sleeve pajama shirt underneath. It was a little off white but the shade seemed to match pretty swell with the vibrancy of my T-shirt. Not to mention the fact it was my lucky shirt, though who would really consider an aspect like that?

Feeling pretty snazzy I brushed my head-fur back and straightend out the frizz on my tail. I was one well-dressed wolf. Once the fashion show infront of my mirror was over I checked my apartment for any sign of clutter or mess. Nope, it looked spotless to the untrained eye. But I had to giggle a little when I opened my closet for my coat; a massive pile of assorted blankets returned my smile. Guess I'd just have to hang his jacket on the door should he'd be walking through it tonight.

What a pleasant thought, bringing home a cute lil' kitty for an extended sports session. Maybe, just maybe, we could... Not sex, no, not my end game here, I just wanted a steady contact. Somebody to love and love me in return. Then we could have sex, Oh so much sex! But I'd be sure it was love or else it was curtains for that show; as I said before this wolf isn't easy.

Ten o'clock was rapidly approaching and I zipped together each half of a pleather jacked, encompassing me inside. The address was one anybody could have easily guessed but as a precaution I carefully reviewed the note once more. Conveniently I had dug it out from my 'old' clothes while in the rampant cleaning phase of the day.

~Ten thirty Wuffie @ the Municipal Sports Center, center of town. Toodles ^._.^ ~

It wasn't necessary for him to draw the kitten face on it but I honestly was glad he did. Balien seemed to like to put extra effort into making me fall for him. And like the sucker I am, I was falling hard. Still I had to keep my head above water, so to say. We had only just meet yesterday. That fact aside I could see some real potential in this little kitty. Out the door in a flash and I buried any doubt behind me, bounding toward what was sure to be a magnificent evening.

* * *

Seven minutes early and my destination was within a stone's throw from where I stood. By now I wanted so badly to smoke, but chose to suffer without. Balien was the athletic type and by definitional would probably be against such a thing. Besides I could still hold it together for a first date with an extremely attractive and delectably wonderful Tabby like him.

Scouting the parking lot I looked to and fro all the felines I could find; as discretely as possible that is. Still I just could not find Balien anywhere. "Maybe the competitors are inside," I remarked feeling a little out of my element in such a place. It didn't keep me from at least pretending I could smile. Through a small sea of various cars I strolled for the front entrance, hope dwindling. "Hey there Wuff, you might need somebody to let you in." Finally a voice that brought back the confidence my worries had taken.

"Balien! It's great to see you." I said extending a paw in hopes he might shake. A little needy but holding paws makes my top ten greatest things list. My friend did not disappoint in that category either. Firmly he buried my paw in his then gave a vigorous greeting. "Good to see you too. Oh like I was saying you'll be needing these to get in." When the paw-shake ended I realized he slipped a couple of orange tickets. "Just pass 'em off to the scary lookin' Lion near the second door. Don't worry, he's a great guy and will help you find your seat."

Smiling earnestly at my 'date' I nodded and thanked him for the advice. Balien then went on again about his routine and this and that, but I all I could do is stand there dreamily listening to every word that spilled out of his mouth. "Oh and at the end of it all I have a special match and so does my one buddy August. That's who you'll be sitting beside for the first quarter." Balien paused again in the familiar way he did when trying to describe someone. "Really, really white fur, green eyes, oh and always wears this trippy bracelet."

Poor kitty had to stop for breath due to all his constant monopolization of the conversation but to be honest I set it up for him. Once his lungs were full again he continued to thrill me with more about his friend. "That guy, he's a riot. He's not a full time member of the swim team and that's why he's gonna be in the stands by you. The seat's are next to perfect though. Second row and right in the middle!" I told him that would be very lovely indeed, except in a little less effeminate manner. "Anyhow We best split. Hope you enjoy the show!" He called out, waving as he walked for the side of the building. "I will!" I shouted back. Oh I will... trust me.