Choice Intro
So this is a story that I've been working on for, well . . . forever. And although it' far from complete, I figured I'd at least post the intro of the story and get some feed back. Enjoy . . . .
_Things in my life seemed to be going great. I was doing well in school, had a ton of friends, and was great on the wrestling team. Nothing could bring me down. That is . . . until my girlfriend, Emily, had told me she was leaving me. She had gotten into an arts college two states down, and didn't see us getting serious anytime soon. She wanted to focus on her art and had no interest in a long-distance relationship. _
_ I was devastated. How could she do this to me? I loved her so much, and would eventually marry her and settle down, maybe have a cub or two. But I guess that wasn't what she saw for us._
_ After a couple of months had passed by with no contact, I forgot about her. Somehow I knew something good was going to happen, and I was going to find the right person who truly loved me . . . ._
Sweat dripped down my body, matting my thick fur. It had been a long, hard work out in the college's gym, and I was ready for a nice shower. And that was exactly what I was going to do. I started the water, steam billowing out of the enclosed space. The water cascaded against my body as I held my head under the water. A moan escaped my lips. God . . . did I need this.
I stood under the stream a couple more minutes just to take it all in. I grabbed a bar of soap and started rooming my sore muscle, feeling the aching spots. Slowly I worked the suds into my fur starting from my chest down to my foot paws and back up.
The sound of the shower going on in stall next to mine, made my ears twitch, and I poked my head out. No one was there so I just shrugged and continued cleaning myself, working some shampoo into my head fur.
With some time by myself--well, sort of anyway--I started think about things, mostly about my ex-girlfriend. Sadness started to grip my heart, but soon was overwrought by anger at what she'd done. Telling me she didn't love me anymore . . . that I would have been off. That part she was right about.
Trying to distract myself about her I thought about how I was going to raise my grade in English--defiantly not my forte. If I didn't pass this class, I'm going to be kicked off the wrestling team. Shit . . .
I ambled over to a mirror after I finished my shower, drying off my damp fur. I wiped down the mirror and started at my toned muscles, admiring my work. The badger in my reflection smiled, mimicking my own. My charcoal and ashen fur gleamed as water dripped off it. I smiled again and made my way to my locker.
Jaxon, a tall bulky lion, walked over with a towel around his waist and opened his locker next to mine. He took a good sniff at his cloths and tossed them inside, wrinkling his nose.
I grinned at little.
"Great workout out there, Chase," he said as he pulled his shirt on.
"Thanks," I said. "You too. You think you'll go to sectionals this year?"
"Man, I hope so. Been working my ass to get to the spot I'm at." he replied. "What about you?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, maybe. I've actually thought about quitting. Just not as fun anymore you know?"
Jaxon nodded. "Well, it's up too man," he said, clasping a paw onto my shoulder. "I'd have to see you leave, though. Gotta do what you gotta do. But none of that now, are you going to Mark's party tonight?"
I nodded. "Of course, but I might not stay long."
"Okay," he said. "Hey! Maybe you'll get to meet some hot chicks there." He gave me a toothy grin and waggled his brows, tail swishing in anticipation.
I laughed and said if only.
Once the lion left, I finished getting dressed and made my way down the empty hallway. But then I stopped at a door when I heard chatter inside. Above the door was a sign decorated with a rainbow and the words "PRIDE" sprawled across. Though, I'd never admit it to anyone, I kind of wondering what went on in this club. Was it just a bunch of queers talking about cocks and gay things? I sort of entertained the idea of hearing them bet on who gave the best muzzle jobs?
I quickly looked around and made sure no one saw me before stepping into the room. People of all different species were gathered inside--mostly foxs--a couple of wolves and bears, and even another badger, smaller compared to me, shorter even. He sat a little off from the group, resting his muzzle on his paws against a chair that was reversed backwards. He wore tight looking jeans and a plain black shirt with a hoodie pulled over his shoulders. His head fur was spiked up into a small Mohawk and dyed blue, and from what I could tell he had in an industrial piercing in his right ear and his right brow was pierced, as well.
I decide to sit next to him because of us being the same species. When I sat down, he looked at me and smiled. He held out a paw, and I shook it, smiling back.
"Hey," he said. "My name is Alex."
"Chase," I said.
Alex dug into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar, and took a bite out of it. "So, is this your first time here?"
I nodded, suddenly nervous. "Yeah," I replied. Why was I so nervous near him? "What do you guy talk about around here?"
"Oh . . . who's top or bottom?" he said.
I just stared at him, muzzle ajar. A blush streaked across my face at the blunt answer.
Alex laughed when he saw my expression. "I'm teasing. Mostly it's about how to make some of the LGBT students feel more comfortable here. How the world is changing for the better for gays and lesbians."
I nodded.
"So, what made you decide to come here? Curiosity?"
Sudden shyness washed over me. "Yes," I replied. "You?"
Alex shook his head. "No, I've been to a couple meeting before."
Before I could ask how he came to joining this group a short, chubby fox stepped into the circle and said, "Hello everyone. I see we have a few new people here; so why don't we go around the group and tell each other our name--and don't worry about stating your preference, that's all up to you honeys!" He giggled the last part. Guess I don't have to guess what he's into.
One by one everybody started saying there, and as it go closer for me to tell my name, I started to wonder why I was here? I mean, did I really care what a bunch of queens thought about cock and what not?
A paw waved in front of my face. "Hey, new guy," the fox said. "What's your name?"
"Oh . . . um . . ." I stuttered out, wishing I wasn't here. "Chase."
"Hey," a few people said.
The fox rolled his eyes. "Mine name is Lonny, since you obviously weren't paying attention."
I glared at Lonny, and he glared back at me.
Alex snickered silently. "Don't mind him. He's just an attention whore."
I giggled a little too. That was obvious.
The next couple minutes flew by. I really didn't pay much attention to what the group was talking about. And by the time the group parted, I bolted out as quickly as I could. That was the last time I go the room. Fucking homos I muttered to myself.
Once I got to my bike, I realized I was missing something: my book bag. Fuck me. Guess I'll be going back after all.
"Hey!" a voice called out. Shit! Had one of my friends seen me leave? I turned around to saw Alex rushing toward me, bag slung around his arm. He stopped short of me, panting.
"You ok?" I asked worried.
"Yeah," he breathed. "You forgot your bag, so I ran to give it to you before you left . . ." His sentence fell short as his eyes slid passed me to start at my Harley. He stepped up to my bike and but a paw on the handlebars. "Nice."
I grinned. "Thank," I beamed. "This baby was my dad's, so he gave it to me."
Alex nodded. "Cool. Well, I'm gonna head to my truck. It was nice meeting you," he said. He held out his paw again, and I grasped it.
My eyes wonder around. "Is your car near," I asked.
He shook his head. "Naw, it's all the way on the other side of the campus."
"Do you want a ride over there?"
"Thank you, but no. I got it, need the exercise anyway."
"Ok." I nodded and hopped onto my bike, waving goodbye as I rode off.