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Chapter 1

Colin woke with a start. Cold sweat running down his muzzle and matting his fur, he temporarily forgot where he was. In that moment of blank panic his breath stilled as the reality of the waking world rushed in. As his eyes began to adjust to the cramped apartment's morning darkness, the dream evaporated like night sweat into the cool air. Exhausted, Colin let out his breath and fell back onto the thin pillow. Turning his head he glanced at a large bulge, wrapped in the majority of the bed's thick woven blankets.

"Thank god he's still asleep," he sighed inwardly, relieved. " I thought I might have woken him again." Rolling back toward the worn nightstand, Colin lifted his friend's wallet out of the way of the small alarm clock. The numbers '3:16' glowed dully, barely visible even in the dim light.

"Damn nightmares. At this rate, I'll start passing out in the lab again." He thought. Cringing against the thought of the long day ahead, Colin gently climbed off the Queen mattress in an attempt to let Paul sleep off the rest of the morning.

" Slam!"

Colin had fallen forward, smacking his jaw on the cold tile floor of the bedroom. Letting out a muffled grunt, he looked through dazed eyes to find his claws had caught in the sheet, which had been tossed to the foot of the bed during last night's escapades. The covers stirred, but the form beneath them made no sound.

"Well, at least I didn't wake him." Picking himself up off the ground, Colin felt his way to the wall and into the bathroom, massaging his jaw as he went. Stumbling groggily to the sink, he felt along the wallpaper for the light switch. The bare bulb clicked on, temporarily dazzling him in the flash of the fluorescent light. As he blinked away the spots obscuring his vision, he leaned in toward the mirror and scanned his haggard appearance. Dark circles pooled under his eyes, which stood out against the snow white fur covering his face but not the dark grey of the rest of his head. Checking his swollen cheek, he caught a glimpse of the fine silver roots coming out beneath his left ear. It was a stinging reminder that he had forgotten his nightly ritual. Pulling open the cabinet, Colin rummaged through the junk and pulled out a small vial of dark grey dye. Dabbing some onto a brush, he combed the fur along his ear, erasing the traces of his past.

Colin was a mixed breed, his mother was a Husky, and his father was a grey wolf. Although he mostly took after his father in body structure (according to his mother at least), the pattern in his fur and the electric blue of his irises were distinctly that of his Mom. Unfortunately, he had also inherited her distinct birthmark; both his left ear and left eye were covered in a silver patch of fur. In Arceus, especially after the start of the battles, Huskies and other lower canines were considered an inferior race due to their more passive nature. Having been raised in the Lorine Military District, he had been the subject of hate and social stigma by his lupine peers, made worse by the damn patch of fur like a scarlet letter emblazoned on his face for all to see.

Rinsing off the excess dye, Colin reached in to the cabinet once more. Grabbing a bright blue bottle, he applied the electric blue gel to the tips of the fur on top of his head and ears. After fifteen minutes, he went back in to the bedroom to put on the less cumbersome parts of his uniform. As he sat on a simple wooden chair lacing his combat boots, he squinted through the blackness toward the bed. To his shock, the covers were tossed to the floor and the bed was empty. As he stood up to take a closer look, he was knocked face first into the bed as another body collapsed on top of him.

"Mornin' buddy!" came a mischievous growl from above. His head still buried in the pillow, Colin turned his mouth slightly and grumbled at Paul to get off him. Laughing, the big grey wolf rolled around on him for a bit before jumping off the bed and going out the door.

"Asshole," Colin yelled after him. "What the hell you scaring me like that for?"

With laughter as the only reply, he finished suiting up and began to straighten the room. Pulling the sheets off the bed, he took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of the adventure the two had the night before. Tossing the stained bedspread into a hamper, Colin replaced the duvet and left the room.

A savory smell wafted from the other end of the hall as Colin approached the kitchen, his friend standing at the stove stoking the coals as strips of bacon sizzled in the iron skillet. But it wasn't the impending meal making his mouth water. Paul was cooking buck naked, his sleek grey coat roughed up a bit from sleeping. He was tall enough that he had to crane his head down as the ceiling was low, and at six-foot-two he still towered over Colin by half a foot. His eyes were drawn to Paul's sheath, the fur slightly lighter in color to the rest of his body, and he fantasized about what he knew was hiding beneath.

"Little cold there, man?" Colin said jokingly. Paul turned his head back and smiled.

"I was hungry bro," he said, shrugging. "worked up an appetite. Besides, ain't you enjoyin' the show?" as he spoke he smiled and swished his tail back and forth teasingly.

"Well, I'm not complaining. But you're being very flirty for a supposedly straight guy, don't you think?" That earned a bellow of laughter and a shake of the head as Paul returned to cooking the food.

"Well a friend in need, buddy." His voice becoming a little more serious, he added, "And the way you've been acting lately, you seem to be in need alright. What's been goin' on? You've fallen asleep twice in the lab, I nearly had to shove my nose straight in Dink's ass to get you off on that one, and You've been havin' pretty bad nightmares from the looks of it." Caught off guard by his blunt statement, Colin stammered a bit in responding.

"I thought you were asleep..."

"A damn fire-breather in a coma would'a woke. Even before you got up you was tossin' like you were havin' a seizure."

"That bad, huh?" Colin said, and looking down at his hands.

Paul took the skillet off the stove and placed it atop an oven mitt on the counter. He sat down in the chair next to Colin and leaned forward, his features pulled tight in concern.

"Out with it bud. What's up?"

"I honestly don't know," Colin said, sweeping his arms out in an incredulous gesture. "I can't remember the damn dreams when I wake up, and I haven't gone a full night's sleep in weeks. Not that you finally coming over helped with that." he tried joking.

"Cute, but seriously, bro. If you need me I'm here for ya; you know that."

Colin reached out and pulled the wolf into an embrace, his emotions acting like a roller coaster pitching between the stress of his fatigue and the warmth of knowing Paul really cared for him. It was a new sensation, actually having someone to talk to who wouldn't judge him. He'd gone 23 years without the luxury of a good friend, and the rush of having a confidant he cared about overwhelmed him at times.

"Now come on, we gotta get to base befo-" Colin pressed his muzzle against Paul's, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"It's only four, man. We got a little bit." Colin said undoing his uniform blouse.

"But," Paul protested, but then Colin wrapped a hand around his sheath. "Ah, hell..." He returned the kiss furiously, pressing his groin against the pads of Colin's eager hands. As his pink cock began to swell up and out of his warm sleeve, Paul took the uniform blouse in his teeth and pulled it the rest of the way off Colin's torso. Paul made his way, licking and biting gently from Colin's shoulders down toward his chest, as Colin nuzzled his ears.

Paul's cock was large even for his height; the warm member pulsing with force made Colin's hand widen to accommodate his girth. The tight skin around his quivering cock still moved slightly over the bulging red veins crisscrossing his rod, and a small knot began to form right above the mouth of his sheath.

Pushing Paul back slightly, Colin returned the favor by nuzzling his chest and using a finger to rub the dripping precum around on the tip of Paul's cock. The wolf began to moan as Colin teased just the tip of his dick with his tongue before licking the length of his shaft. He felt the knot expanding quickly, and with his free hand gripped the shaft just below the knot pushing the sheath low on his swollen balls.

Paul began grunting and thrusting his hips against his buddy's mouth and hands, rubbing behind Colin's ears with one paw, and snaking his fingers down his arched back to his inviting tail hole. Licking his fingers, he rimmed the pink hole before slipping two fingers into Colin's ass. Colin moaned through the cock in his mouth and reached back to lift his tail to give Paul better access. He began thrusting faster, wriggling his fingers to search for the right spot.

Pulling Paul's dick out of his mouth, Colin stood up and dropped his uniform pants and briefs down around his ankles. Bending over, he laid himself flat across the kitchen table and gripped the sides of the battered wooden frame. Paul held Colin's waist in his paws and began to run his shaft along the tight ass crack, grazing against the hole teasingly. Still precumming, Paul pushed against the tight ring of muscle before sliding his cock in all the way until it stopped above the swollen knot. As Colin reached back to massage the ball of warm flesh sticking out of him, Paul groped down and began to jerk his stiffening dick.

Colin's insides stretched with the continual plunge of hard wolf cock, filling him up inside and making him feel complete and warm. Paul picked up the pace, grunting louder and signaling that he was about to cum. Colin began to thrust back, pushing his ass up against him, feeling the tension rise as he approached climax. With a yelp and a grunt, respectively, both Colin and Paul released thick ropes of spunk, spattering the table and coating themselves in cum.

Panting, they collapsed into each other, spent from the quick exertion.

"So, you feelin' any better bud?" Paul asked, one arm relaxed across his face and the other gently holding Colin's head to his chest.

"Im fine for now, really." Colin said reassuringly, even though he was even more tired than before their breakfast romp. "I'm going to take a shower if you want to join me; we'll finish a cold breakfast later."

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Colin and Paul took separate sky rails through the city; a large expanse of sprawling urban landscape. Towering buildings surrounded the old streets below, cracked and crumbling after ages of disuse. As dawn broke, hazy with the smog of the machinery plants, the world was bathed in a soft red glow. Gazing out the window, Colin watched as the familiar superstructures zipped by: Karolis Textiles and Wear, the major clothes manufacturer for the district; the Caldwell Processing Co. HQ, the executive seat of Arceus' food distribution and hunger management companies; and Resident Housing Block Echo, featuring even lower income flats that made his Block Charlie apartment look like a mansion by comparison. However, even after years of taking this route, Colin still shuddered as they passed the largest building complex in Lorine: The Lorine Military and War Effort Academy.

In the strict class system imposed in his country, Colin was doubly ostracized. He was neither full lupine nor canine, and suffered isolation by both groups. Lorine Academy was the main facility of education in the region, and from the start he knew exactly where he fell in society. The wolves had a separate course schedule, mostly pertaining to military strategy and training, as well as the higher academia. Their food halls, dorms, and class rooms were segregated, with the lower-class canine breeds learning trade-craft and labor intensive jobs early in support of the ongoing war effort. As a pariah, he was often bullied in his classes, and from primer school until specialization training in his 14th year, Colin relied on no one but himself.

Faced with constant turmoil and polarization, Colin focused his efforts on survival by researching ways to escape and evade his tormentors. Once, in his 12th year, he stumbled upon an old library deep in the bowels of the complex that no one had used for years. There he was not only safe from attack, but he had access to thousands of old books from before and after the first Great War, some hundreds of years old. Although he had not been instructed how to read old-text (Canines were only allowed to study in New-text, the official language of Arceus), Colin taught himself over the next year to understand most of the information kept in the tomes.

He was especially fascinated with ancient technology and engineering, the wonders of an era long since turned dust. Colored illustrations (so different from the video pictures in their books in class) showed a world full of wonders, like metal machines that rolled on the ground for transportation, or ships that sailed under the water instead of through the air. He began to construct models of the devices he saw in the books, and by drawing on the current technology he learned in certain classes like metallic manufacturing, Colin quickly developed the ability to recreate and improve the ancient knowledge.

He studied volumes of stories called fiction, much of which dealt with subjects strictly forbidden (such as magic) or stories with different morals than the Arceus Code, the rules the Arceurians must live by. One novel, the cover torn on the last letters so only 'Atlus Sh' could be read, was particularly moving to him. The ideas were so radically different from what he'd always been taught, Colin began to truly think about his world and how similar the two sounded. As he read and read, Colin found a new reason to live. He would live to find the truth, and to learn.

As the skyrail came to an abrupt halt, Colin was thrown forward into the next seat, which snapped him out of his reverie and into the present.

"Really? Twice in one day?" he thought, rubbing his wounded muzzle. As he looked down to the smear of blood on the back of his hand, a loud grating noise began echoing from the outside. The Shahir had come.

END CHAPTER 1