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Backstory: Master was done putting up with the Rovers' messy ways, so he hired an "intern" to clean the place up for him. This story is in his (the intern's) point of view. Now, let's get this story started.

After my first day, I started to love working for the Road Rovers. I originally thought that this Professor Shepherd guy was just pulling my leg, but it turned out he wasn't foolin'! As time progressed, I started to get to know the Road Rovers more and more.

Hunter was cool to be around; always cracking a joke or two. It was nice to have some comic relief around the place every now and again. Colleen was nice to practice martial arts with (except for the part where I crashed into a wall every time :/ ). Blitz was just an egotistical smug who sounded like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Shag wasn't *too* bad. After all, he does make some very good meals. And then there's Exile. Man what a dog! He can lift practically anything, and he can freeze people as well. Last time I checked, that was pretty badass.

Anyway, so, yeah, I *might* have some feelings towards him. The only problem is, I don't think he's...you know...gay. I mean, I heard Blitz talk about biting tushies a lot, and every time, Exile called him a "weird boy." I really don't want him to think of me like that...but, still, I try and try, little by little. I'm not sure if he got the message yet.

When I would hand him his food and/or beverage, I would lean forward, like I was showing my breasts or something. Like I have breasts. Every night, I toss and turn, thinking about him. Wanting him inside me, dominating me, over and over. Ah, it makes, you know, down below, tingle just thinking about him.

So, one day, while everyone was just chilling on the couch, watching television, I sat on the ground. We were enjoying ourselves, laughing at the goofy characters smacking themselves senseless on the Boob Tube.

"Hey, intern boy, could you get me a drink?" Exile asked me. "I'm parched."

"Yeah, sure," I replied. I got up and went to make him a glass of soda. Root Beer to be exact.

As I came back, someone must've left a plate or something on the floor, because next thing I know, the soda spills all over Exile, head first, soaking him and his suit. My face turned bright red.

This wasn't how I wanted it to go, I thought to myself. "I'm so sorry, Exile! I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay human boy, I'm good. I just need quick shower. I'll be back, Comrades."

Exile got up and walked out of the room, dripping wet from soda.

"Is he going to be alright?" I asked the others.

"He'll be fine," Hunter replied. "He's usually a good sport about these kinds of things. Except for when Blitz does it. Then he thinks that he did it on purpose."

"But it's never my fault!" Blitz exclaimed.

"That's not what he thinks, Weird Boy."

"Just you wait, Mutt-Boy, I'll get back at you. I will! You'll see!"

I walked out of the room as Blitz was about to go at it with Hunter. I soon heard a loud crash. I knew it was Colleen knocking some sense into him (as usual).

I heard the shower running and I soon realized that it was Exile washing off the soda that was spilt on him a few minutes before. I didn't see his clothes on the ground.

He must've put them in the washer already, I thought. So I went down into the basement to check it out.

I turned the light switch on and took a look around. I don't really like going down here if I don't have to. It creeps me out. Then again, what basement DOESN'T creep people out?

So, anyway, I look inside the washer and dryer. Nothing. Yay, I came down here for absolutely NOTHING! Now I better get the hell outta here, before I get attacked by ghosts or something!

I run out of the basement and lock the door. Soon, I hear Exile from inside the bathroom. "Comrade Jay, can you get me some towels or something?"

I run down the hall to get a towel, and ran to the bathroom. Assuming that he was covered, I walk inside. He wasn't. "Here's your towels Exi..." I drop the towel.

"Oh, intern boy! I didn't see you there!"

I just stared at his amazing body. So toned and physique. It's...perfect. "The name's Jay..." I said, still entranced.

"Are you okay? You look stunned."

"Uh...uh, yeah. Here's your towel," I say with my face glowing bright red.

Exile thanked me and wrapped his waist around. Then he walked out of the bathroom. I saw his clothes sitting on the toilet, still soaked with soda. Yay.

* * *

The next morning, I went into the bathroom to...you know...use the bathroom. The door was cracked open a little, so I took a peek inside, to see if anyone forgot to shut it. It looked clear to me. So I walked in and unzipped my pants. As I getting my flow on, who else to walk in but Exile. Shit.

He walked up beside me and started to brush his teeth. I couldn't "free flow" if anyone else was around me, so I was more-or-less just standing there like weird boy with his dick hanging out of his pants in front of the toilet, like I WANTED him to see. This wasn't what I had in mind. But, I decided to try to let it flow anyway, but to no avail.

"What're you doing just standing there for? Aren't you, you know, doing something?" Exile asked as he had a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Um...yeah. But it's kinda hard for me to, you know, do my business when other people are in here," I answered honestly.

"You haven't been here for long, have you?"

"I guess not," I replied.

"We barge in on each other all the time. We have nothing to hide here," he explained.

Really, nothing to hide? I asked myself.

"Well, I'm almost done, so I'll get out of your hair in a bit." After he said those words, I could've sworn that he winked at me. But I assumed it was my mind playing tricks on me.

Exile rinsed out his mouth and left the room. I soon resumed and finished my flow.

"I hope that doesn't happen again," I said to myself as I left the bathroom and headed off to my room for some well-needed rest.

* * *

I laid in bed, thinking about this morning_. I think Exile was bullshitting the whole "we burst in on each other all the time" thing. It just seems too weird. I think he just wanted to see what my junk looked like. It might be just that. But it can't be, he doesn't feel that way towards me...does h_e_?_ I had to know for sure.

I snuck out of my room and crept down the hallway, looking for Exile's name sign. Everyone had one. Even me.

I eventually found it and, very quietly, walked in and closed the door. I took a look around and saw him sleeping in his bed, his back towards me. I looked up and down at his amazing body; inspecting it, looking at every crease and crevice that was his being. He was sleeping like a baby...except for that snoring of his. But, to me, I found it kinda cute.

I walked around the bed, so that I could see his face. It looked nice and soft. I just wanted to touch it. Just a little bit. So I lifted my hand, and brushed his face with the back of it. He snorted a little and I jumped. I was about to hide under his bed, but I soon found out that he was still asleep.

I started to look him over again; inspecting, mesmerizing. I went to brush my hand against him again, and did it a little bit more lightly this time. He was still just as soft. This time, Exile only stirred a little bit.

Soon, I was stroking him on the head like he was my pet dog. He seemed to be enjoying it very much. He groaned a little and then wrapped his arm around me. I froze.

All of a sudden, he threw me up against him and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me against his nice, furry body. I could feel the extra tufts of fur that was protruding from his pajama top. He rubbed his muzzle against my face and breathed slowly. His warm breath felt nice against my cool skin.

"I knew you were here the whole time, Weird Boy," he whispered. "This'll be our little secret." He giggled a little and remained in his current position for the rest of the night. I fell asleep soon after.