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Chapter 2: Chapter 2 "Remby"

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Life of Sam

Episode 2

"Remby"

The moment I started to walk down the path through the airplane seats around me, dragging my luggage, I was scared. Thrilled, sweaty and nervous out of my mind. Regretful and yet determined. But I wanted this.

All of these noises around me and all of these feelings.

Mammals having traveled here on a business occasion or from long out seas journey, to visit friends, or even to change their flight...

It was just stirring up my focus as I tried to close everything from around me. I had never been anywhere warm or tropical. Even the air felt heavier but somehow more natural and fresher compared to the air of a small rainy town.

Here I am, excusing myself as I bump against these strangers on my path to a new life, getting nothing but smiles or equal apologies. My heart keeps on pumping like its attached to a red bull can that doesn't stop drinking.

My tail just keeps on swinging and I feel like it's hitting every single armrest of these damn seats. This luggage feels like it weighs me down, about to drag my whole arm to the floor.

And I all I can think about-

"I would like to inform everyone that the Familia airlines has landed once another smooth landing on the Remby airway, and we'd like to thank all of you for the round of applause given to the captain of the flight. The warmth outside is about thirty degrees plus, and the free round of a juice bar is a new free addition for those interested, served at gate two before the passport procedure. We would like to thank you for choosing our flight and-"

Oh my god, I hate the announcements breaking my concentration... On the other hand, though, I could use a juice right about now. I feel like I am going to pass out just for the need of sugar. Since the cheetah girl wasn't ready to give me some. Oh, for fucks sake, I can see her at the doorway. Okay, don't be awkward now. Get it together.

Is George still lifting his luggage from the freaking upholders or is he still sipping his tea?

Okay, whoooof... Breathe. You are almost out now. Just take it and accept what you have done. You have fifty thousand in cash with you right now, and you need to get your head onto filling the application forms due to this amount of money. George might have bought the whole student loan thing but no rebuttable loan firm and the bank gives it in CASH for a future college freshman.

Just as I was once again about to deep dive into my plans... I hear the familiar and cold voice speak to me before I am allowed to step through into the light, feeling the wind against my fur.

"I hope you had a pleasant flight, sir."

I opened my eyes like I had been splashed into a face with cold water, waking up into the moment from some cringy slow-motion scene like I was in a low budget movie.

"What?"

The cheetah rolled her eyes and repeated.

"I hope you had a plea-"

"Do you now? Ruining my shirt with a drink is your version of a pleasant flight?"

The cheetah could not help a somewhat smug smile as she looked at the panther's chest and neck, then at his eyes.

"Well, I see you are wearing a new one."

"No shit. It was my favorite shirt by the way." Sam grunted with frustration, one of his luggage carries falling down as he started to kneel down to gather it up.

"Well, maybe you should learn some common manners around girls, by the way." The cheetah smiled and crossed her arms, looking down on the panther.

The panther muttered back as he was getting the hold of his stuff.

"... How could I have known that you are the role model of celibacy and innocence?"

"... Am I though?" She asked with a bored tone.

"Well, why else would have you reacted in such a way?" Sam exhaled as he got back on his feet, making sure he had a better grip this time.

"Maybe I like my men dirty and stained." She hinted with a not so innocent tone.

Sam now relaxed his shoulders, looking at the cheetah for solid few seconds, trying to gather himself to read the situation despite the overall stress and thousand other thoughts trying to fight for number one spot in his head.

But the panthers trademarked charm smile came on him slowly as he spoke with suave tone.

"Aaaaahhh... I see what is going on here. So now we getting somewhere."

"Are we?" She asked with a now alluring smile as well.

"Well, I mean... I can see that this can go in two ways." Sam said cleverly, clearing his throat.

The cheetah now pointed behind the panther at some confused looking elderly men and women, wondering what Sam was doing.

"You are holding up the line, mister Riggs."

Sam ignored the remark completely and spoke.

"One. You either just are trolling around with me and making me feel somewhat special over being stained by drink."

"Mhh." Sarah hummed, looking amused as Sam gathered himself for the second explanation theatrically.

"Oooor two. You live on this island after all, and you are a workaholic due to loneliness. But you saw something in me. You have never been with anyone, but you like my confident attitude. You want to see what I have in my pants. You act hard to get due to your own insecurities or possibly very hurtful history of relationships, so you are too scared to let me close too fast. But right at this moment, you are impressed and give me your phone number. I let you wait for two days just to make a point and get you all tense before I call and we meet. It leads after few dates into best sex you have ever had, and then we ride to the sunshine together and tell to our kids how we ended up getting married over you throwing a drink at me in the airplane over my intimate and courageous suggestive, which ended up being my win on a long run, because you never expected during these boring days to find a future husband, right on the flight you have worked on so many years before."

Sarah was not even flinching by expression, only smiling wider and trying not to laugh.

"Wow. You sure did overstress your brain with that one, mister Riggs." She said with a somewhat impressed tone.

"I do that a lot. Everyone tells that. But you are smiling and no throwing things at me, so I assume I hit the nail where it should have." Sam said with a wink.

Sarah bit her underlip slightly, staring to dig out something from her pocket. She took out a small notebook, ripping off a piece of paper from it while never taking her eyes off Sam.

She spoke to her Stuart friend as people started to pass in frustration past the panther blocking the exit, Sam stepping slightly aside while never taking off his eyes from the cheetah either, just smiling.

"Felicia, do you have a pen?"

"No." The otter girl answered a random question while fixing something on the food cart.

"I do." Some other Stuart girl behind Sam said, walking past him.

"Thank you, Amy," Sarah said with the pleased tone, taking the pen from her grasp and finally cutting off her gaze with the panther, starting to write something down on it.

"What do we name our kids?" Sam asked with his tongue out as the girl made a final stroke of her pen onto the paper.

"Up to you... Daddy." She said playfully as she handed out the paper to the panther, folding it first to be unfolded later.

"I like it." Sam said, taking the piece of paper and giving it a smooch before putting it in his pocket, one of the Stuarts now speaking.

"Uuuh, Sarah, what is going on here?" She asked with interest.

"Nothing, Amy. Now, mister Riggs... Have a nice holiday in Remby islands. I must finally ask you to not block the exit anymore than you have."

"... My pleasure... Sarah." Sam said, the cheetah smiling at that bit amusedly, nodding for the panther.

Sam took his luggage, having lost his worries for a moment due to being rather mesmerized by how beautiful the girl looked at the doorway, the bring sunlight dancing on her by the exit.

The panther stepped out of the airplane, taking just a few steps and feeling his fur bristle in a most pleasing way.

The place looked... Incredible.

The sky was so blue... Like straight out of those photoshopped pictures that had their contrast turned triple the way on just to impress. But this time it was real. There were no clouds in the sky. The heat was like a welcoming hug right against me all over. My new shirt was already getting soaked in sweat by this rate. The palm trees behind the security fences were breezing and fighting against the wind, one coconut falling down from one of the trees and bouncing on the sandy ground.

As I turned my head left, I could see the ocean, light blue and glimmering sight taking all my attention. Watching those splashing, white foamy waves made me forget for a moment all of my worries. Even such a far away, I could almost smell the sea. I loved swimming. And right about now, the water far away was calling me to it.

I loved everything here. And I haven't even stepped on its ground yet.

As the sound of the giggling and gossiping Stuarts were slowly starting to rise behind my back, trying to call me back to reality from my zoned-out state, physical touch was the one that actually woke me. A firm, yet calm shake on my shoulder by someone's paw made me quickly looked behind me, forcing me to get myself together.

"Mister Sam. What on bloody earth are you looking at? You have stood on the steps for a full-on ten seconds without a hiss, I was getting concerned! Are you feeling okay up here or are you watching something in particular like you were pulled out of a dream?"

The sweaty wombat looked genuinely worried for me, suddenly shoving the back of his hand to test out my forehead.

"Are you having a heatstroke lad?"

"Nononon, I am fine, George. Sorry, man. Just... Let me get this shit. SORRY, EVERYONE!" Sam said, having realized he had held the line for a while now as he was watching the sea.

The panther started to walk down the steps now, the Stuarts looking at his back in confusion, having witnessed the whole zone out in wonder. Sarah's gaze lingered on him the longest before she had to turn her attention to other passengers leaving the plane.

The muttering of the mammals behind Sam was mostly frustrated and concerned talks about the panther most likely having a fever or something. But after George giving some assuring explanations to them over the panther's health, they stopped worrying.

Sam now stood bare feet on the hot concrete, wiggling them a bit and stretching them out.

"Hothothot-" Sam let out, partly in pain but partly in excitement.

"Well isn't going to get any colder by just standing right there mister Sam, shall we get going for the terminal and out of this bloody heat before the sun melts us down like ice cream, mind me telling you?" The wombat asked, panting already and wiping his forehead.

"Aaaah, I love this heat. I don't hate it."

"Well, I was clearly not made for this bloody environment. How about that juice bar offer, eh? You have time to zone out all you want when we outta port."

"... I was just... Looking at the sea."

"The sea, mister Sam?"

"... You know... I have never been close to the sea before. Or seen one with my own eyes." The panther said quietly, fixing his somewhat crumpled shirt.

"Weren't you visiting the Taramala resorts with your folks a couple of years back, youngling? Or is my memory failing me?" The wombat asked.

"... I skipped that journey to rebel against my father who had been complaining to me about the joints he found from my room the week before. Threw them all down the sewer." Sam grunted.

"Well... You know he did it just so you could focus more on your studies, eh? Smoking marihuana ain't the best choice unless it helps you focus on books, and in your case-"

"George, can we change the subject? It's getting rather boring. And what do you know, you haven't even smoked once in your life." Sam huffed in amusement.

"Well... I guess I just haven't needed such refreshments in my life to enjoy it." George said genuinely.

Sam rolled his eyes and spoke.

"I didn't mean that- Pfff hah, okay. Let's just drop it. I could use some juice as well. It better be mango."

They both started to drag their luggage behind them, soon becoming the last mammals on the line that was traveling towards the hangar.

George rubbed the sweat off his forehead fur, talking after a moment of walking on a burning asphalt.

"I wish for pineapple, mister Sam. Nothing is better than a glass of pineapple juice on a hot day."

Sam grinned and spoke.

"Glass of a bear cum might be. To be honest."

"I want to rewind myself two seconds back before I heard that, thank you very much, mister Sam," George said, shutting down his eyes for a moment and wanting to punch Sam for putting the mental image in his head.

"Thick, potent, salty-" Sam continued, licking his lips.

"That is rather gross, mind stopping talk about it, yeh?" George asked annoyedly, turning to look at Sam warningly.

"You are so easy to disturb, Georgie," Sam smirked.

"You better pay me good royalties for babysitting ya through this whole day, bloody hell." George scolded, waving his finger at Sam's way.

The smile slowly fell away from Sam's face as he went back into his thoughts, realizing that soon he would have to spin George's holiday around and tell that the babysitting was officially over before it even started.

TEN MINUTES LATER

"Heavens... Fucking... Damn."

"What is the meaning of such language in otherwise wholesome moment, mister Sam?" George asked confusedly as he was sipping the juice from his cup, looking at Sam.

The panther was absolutely out of control with his eyes, looking like he was in a candy store of some sort.

He was not sure if the mammals around the place were natives of the island, but one thing he could admit out of pure impression.

These mammals were absolutely stunning. By fashion, the looks, the overall flirty manners just by looking at them.

"I am gonna get so laid..." Sam whispered.

"These good mammals oughta wear some clothes, you youthful people make fashion more crazy by each year," Geroge said with distaste.

"Yeah whatever, fossil. This... Is where I belong. The whole place Is just radiating sexual energy." Sam said, tapping his paws and letting his eyes wander around.

"Well, that's a bloody understatement. I can see that dalmatian girls' breasts through her darn shirt. Where is the sense of civility and leaving something for the imagination, eh? Not trying to be a counter wind here on such trends but just saying that you younglings need to relax."

"... What for? Geroge, be honest. What for?"

"... Well, how about the fact that I am quite sure that this island's priority when marketing such an atmosphere is not taking into account the use of protection?" George pointed out like it was concerning.

"... You mean condoms." Sam said with a bored expression.

"Damn right I do." The wombat nodded, sipping his juice again.

"... For what?" Sam asked.

George chuckled and spoke.

"Did you really get a Sun spike on ye head when you exited the plane, mister Sam? For the-"

"Diseases? George, there haven't been sexual diseases for the past three hundred years. They cured them all. Everyone knows that." Sam said with a shrug of shoulders like he didn't see where George was aiming at.

George shook his head and spoke disappointedly.

"I am not talking about diseases, young master. Talking about babies. Kits. Children."

"... Pullout game one hundred, what you talking about-"

"Ach, you younglings are careless. You out there wrestling with lasses without a bloody condom because the whole news, fashion, and music is making you all reckless. You dream about sleeping with two hundred lasses and then you lay with one without condom and she gets a kit all of a sudden with your genes. There ends your happy ride along and you are now obliged to dedicate your life on raising this kit whatever you had or have a good relationship with the lass or not. No more happy ride for you, youngling. Time to be a father. And becoming, without mention BEING a father. That takes work, dedication, and time. Which you younglings are not prepared for or even thought about before throwing the condom away because some bloody song on radio told so, or because you want it to feel better? And I know how the road goes from that point on. And it usually ends up with a single mother and a child that grows up angry and frustrated."

The whole time Sam had slowly turned his expression and focus on the wombat, looking at him with wide eyes and holding a laugh as he spoke out with a surprised tone.

"............ George."

"Eh?" Geroge asked like he had not said anything.

"You are radiating mood kill energy right now," Sam said with a wide grin.

"Well excuse me, mister Sam. For speaking my mind on the matter." George huffed out, waving it off like it was nothing.

"Ain't nobody ask-"

"Well, I bloody said it. You are all being brainwashed, mind me telling you. During my youth, when I was around your age, people dressed civil. There were no revealing clothes like this unless it came to bedroom occasions. You have to maintain class. You have to maintain-" George was about to begin.

"ZZzzzzzzzzzzz" Sam let out, his head against the table and fake snoring.

"And the manners especially-" Geroge began annoyedly due to reaction.

Sam rose up from playing around, pointing at George and smiling widely.

"George. YOU ARE ON HOLIDAY. LOOK AT ALL THIS EYE CANDY. Mammals wanting to fuck isn't some conspiracy theory about them being turned into some stupid robots. Sex is the best thing there is and you know it. EVERYONE knows it. We are furries for fucks sake-"

"AMONG best things there-"

"I'm sure most can think with their head when it comes to the possibility to get a girl pregnant. They have this thing called birth control pills, which you are aware of, fossil. They are harmless things to eat, so your point is shit." Sam said like he had already won, taking a sip of his juice.

Geroge started to now look genuinely annoyed and spoke.

"But what if they forget taking them because of being drunk or-"

"What if could should would but-headass, GEORGE. You telling me that you don't like what you see right now? Look at her right there." Sam laughed out, giving a nod at direction behind the wombat.

George shook his head, turning around.

"You are steering away from the civil and very lessoning argum-"

The wombat's words stopped against the wall the moment he laid eyes on the sight.

There was a small book store, selling some of the island's literature for the tourists. The sign "Green cover" was on top of the small store. There was a female rottweiler about the age of seventy or eighty, handling the books from the cart on the shelves.

She was... Gorgeous. She had a beautiful violet eyeliner and pearl necklace around her neck. She was rather tall as well, definitely close to almost two meters. She was dressed in sand-colored track shorts with a blue sticker brand called "pawsy" on it. Shoving a whole lot of her legs. Her stomach was bare, the shirt of the book store having gone through some adjustments of her own most likely. It was torn around the stomach area, showing the black and brown fur pattern smoothly. The otherwise white t-shirt had some green text in front of it, most likely the name of the book store. Her hips were wide and inviting, and the stubble of a tail was giving an occasional wiggle as she was gazing through the covers of the books also like memorizing if she had read some of them. But what took most attention besides the pleasant and friendly face... Was the front of the shirt. Her breasts were huge, the white shirt making the obvious and feeding for the eyes, almost like begging for freedom. It was enough to make George stare more than a few seconds, seeing the sizeable breasts bounce in the shirt when she had to lower down to check out for more books from the cart next to her.

"... Geoooorgeee.." Sam sang with a knowing smile as the wombat turned back to him, giving one last hesitating gaze at her way before turning back to look at Sam.

The stunned wombat said nothing, looking down at his juice for a moment before sipping it and whispering.

"Skies and stars, bloody hell."

"I bet her name is either Victoria or Betsy," Sam added with a knowing tone.

"More like Alanda," George said with a fascinated voice, still giving her one last look over the shoulder and turning back to Sam, the wombat adjusting his crotch a bit bothered and sipping his juice. Sam saw the reaction and spoke with a grin.

"As sweet as it sounds, ha? See, you will like this place. She is your type. You like tall females, don't you?"

George sighed and spoke in civil attitude and nodded.

"It is my particular taste, yes. But I am here on a business occasion and as your lawyer. No time for such endeavors. We have to get going within a few minutes anyway." The wombat said, gazing down at his golden wristwatch.

"... What if she is the woman you been looking for all these years?" Sam hinted out, sipping his juice.

"... In a book store for tourists at the airport?" George asked genuinely.

"Why not? What's wrong about that?"

"Nothing wrong about the profession. It just seems highly unlikely that my princess would be waiting in such a place." George admitted.

Sam shook his head and spoke confusedly.

"What the fuck does it matter what her surroundings are, George?"

"You wouldn't understand, youngling," George said, staring to take out his suitcase for some reason into his lap.

"Would you have to meet her at some tea party or Beethoven resurrection concert-"

"Ah, sod off lad. You know what I mean." The wombat muttered, opening the case with a click of two buttons.

"Well, if she ain't your promised love, you could at least as her out to fuck her," Sam said like it was worth a shot.

"... Mister Sam, as much as I am taken as well as uncomfortable for your concern over my primal needs seen to satisfaction, I have to advise as your lawyer to talk to me a bit more civil manner." George scolded, stopping what he was doing for a moment to make sure Sam understood.

"George, you are my lawyer. I pay you for your service. You have to learn how to take FREE advice." Sam chuckled, leaning back on his chair.

"Advice, is it? I'm sorry, lad. But you mistake me for a young and foolish. I would never disrespect her by going to her and saying something sexually suggestive, as many here would and most likely do. I surely believe she is respectful to herself and says no each time." George said with crossed arms.

"... George, I am one hundred percent sure that she would say yes if you did. Look at those damn tits. I bet she plays with them by herself at lunchbreak for fucks sake. I know I would if I was born female."

"Thank you for the insight," George said annoyedly.

"George... She would like you, trust me, man." Sam assured.

"... I highly doubt that." The wombat sighed.

Sam chuckled and leaned against his elbow while talking.

"You are not bad looking; you can be charming in a fossil and boring kind of way. Unless you were born with a micro dick and managed to somehow hide it-"

"Tasteless and disrespectful, lad-" George began with a shake of ahead.

"-AAand your suit costs more than her paycheck of a month. She wouldn't hesitate a moment to take you into an airport bathroom stall to show what you got. Look at her fur. She must even smell freaking good. Probably uses some perfume she couldn't normally afford but she stole one from the store by tucking it between her perfect tits." Sam said, George, having enough of listening.

"I am not going to bloody suggest having sex with such a dignified beauty in a stinky room covered with others piss and drilled gloryholes by you horny and shameless girls and boys-"

"Looking at this airport's standard, I doubt the toilets are in such a shape. Come on. Go fuck her. I'll wait." Sam said with a shrug of shoulders.

George genuinely looked for a moment like the idea actually passed around his head, Sam just grinning at his way. The wombat slowly looked at the Rottie girl's way, seeing her now talk with some stranger male. It was a buff otter dude, probably the age of a hundred or something. He was running his paw on the pearl necklace of the Rotties, her smiling with alluring expression, the otter whispering something to her and quickly taking his one paw to push his black sweat pants forward, giving her short peep to show his underwear most likely, assuming there was any. She hissed for the otter to stop what she was doing but clearly liked the bold show-off, blushing as she made sure no one close by saw them. The otter traded few words with the girl, taking off shortly after and taking his ringing phone from the pocket and answering it, the girl looking after the male otter for a good while with a lust in her eyes before getting back to her books to cool off.

Sam looked impressed, the somewhat sad and bothered wombat looking back at the panther slowly after witnessing the flirting and bold exchange of words.

"See that... That guy is fairly older than you, and he had the guts to do that just now."

"By the queen, I've not seen many mammals act that indiscreetly about their needs in public. Bloody hell... That is certainly not allowed in an airport where we come from. Can't believe she didn't give him the slap on his face." The wombat said.

"Weeeeelll, you might not be that much in shock if you would have managed to find the time to zoogle this place and it's culture first," Sam said, clearing his throat and tossing his empty juice cup into the trashcan nearby, watching through the wide windows as another plane was landing and the other was leaving far away.

"... What do you mean by that, lad? What, don't tell me that flashing your privates is some sort of custom during casual conversation over bacon and eggs." The wombat asked half-joking and half concerned.

"... Not exactly. Just different energies." Sam whistled, trying to still come in terms of how to reveal THE NEWS to the wombat who was clueless about it.

"What on earth is that supposed to mean? -" The wombat began with raised eyebrows.

Sam cut him off with a wave of a paw and smiled.

"Look. Just go and talk to her. I'm sure she gives you her number and will be riding you halfway through midnight."

George finished his juice and gave a disappointed look over the changed subject, throwing his own cup into the trash as well, starting to adjust his tie nervously.

"Sap it, youngling. As much as you try to twist this into us being on a holiday, it is not so. You are here to study, and I am here for only two days to make sure you will be on your feet and your finances in order to survive. Let's just quit talking about such uncivil and perverted ideas, and pay attention to what you are here for, mister Sam. Look at this. This is the timetable of arrangements and the possible locations for the residences suitable for modest prices." George said, laying out the paperwork on top of the table.

Sam snorted out with a smile, laying his drink aside for a moment and started to check out the papers.

After browsing the files for a moment, Sam spoke.

"Which one is closest to the beach?"

"How would I know, mister Sam? I think we just have to go and see for ourselves. I won't be so bloody rude that I call the landlords about such requirements. They have their busy timetables as you know. Best is to just go through by each place and see which one fits for your specific requirements." George explained.

"Yeahyeah, whatever. Always so civil and considerate." Sam sighed.

"Such should be the way of all the mammals." George chuckled.

"Well, sometimes it doesn't hurt to be a little bit of a cunt," Sam smirked.

"Some were born with such a trait, I'd say," George said with a roll of eyes.

"My lawyer is getting sassy. Should I take it out of his payroll?" Sam joked.

"However you see fit, lad. I'll on the other hand roll you down the stairs and tell your parents that heat and careless steps caused a broken leg." George reminded, starting to gather up his luggage and hinting Sam to start moving.

"And I'm the cunt?" Sam laughed out.

"Mister Sam, with all the love in the world, when are you not the grand sentinel of rude behavior and language?" George asked sarcastically.

"Rare occasion. Yeah, I guess we should get going. We have a car to rent. Come along, grandpa!" Sam said, starting to drag his stuff already behind him.

"Jolly good lad, we shall. Just let me gather myself a bit here. It was a stressful flight." Geroge assured, rubbing his lower back slightly.

"... More for me than you. Still is. This moment is." Sam muttered, the same anxiety climbing on top of him. He knew that any moment now... Mom or Dad would be calling, questioning about possible calls concerning their son's absence from where he was supposed to be.

"Eh? I beg your pardon, mister Sam?" Goerge asked, not having heard what Sam had muttered.

Sam looked behind himself, taking a deep breath and putting on a confident fake smile.

"... It's nothing. Let's just get out of here already, I want to inhale some more of this tropical air."

"I hope this bloody island doesn't have a lot of insects that end your stroll within the first hour..." George added, following right behind the young panther.

Not having any idea what was soon to come.

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

I felt the sweat fall down on my forehead fur for two reasons. One was the heat. That is a fucking good thing since I love the heat. It's the second thing that makes my heart race, as much as I still try to overcome the reality of my actions.

Dad is calling. On my phone. Right at this fucking second.

I am thankful that I have turned the sound off but I can feel the vibration.

It actually feels kinda good because the phone is so close to my dick because I can feel the buzzing more than I'd care for.

I'm batting a boner because of my father, how fucked up is that?

I'd say semi fucked up. I haven't even stepped a foot out of the terminal's front doors and I'm already about the pitch a tent.

You know the vibes.

At least these mammals do. I am about to join the mass.

I started to pick up the pace, putting one-foot front of the other quicker as I could see the front doors ahead of me. I passed the kiosks, newspaper stands, internet cafes, clothing stores, and quick markets, just wanting to get out and feel that air again.

The air here was just standing. Feeling kind of heavy and making you hard to breathe. Don't know how all these mammals get used to it. I would need like a north pole inhaler or something while working here to not pass out.

"Mister Sam, bloody hell!" George yelled from about thirty feet behind me, muttering in frustration as he was having trouble with all the luggage.

"Run Forest, run!" I yelled at him over my shoulder, about to pass right through those big slide doors and into my freedom.

It didn't happen. I was at such a speed that the doors didn't react in time, making me bump my face right into the glass.

"UNff!" I let out in confusion, landing right on my long black tail and cursing out, the luggage falling down around me like a litter.

"Ha ha!" Some eight-year-old coyote kid pointed at me with a finger while walking past with his mother, getting the scold right away.

"Jimmy, that is rude!"

"But he looked retarded!"

"JIMMY! Where did you learn that word?!" The mom asked annoyedly, grabbing the kid by the ear and making him wince and wave his little arms around.

It would have otherwise been amusing if I didn't hurt my tail so bad. I started to slowly gather myself from the floor, feeling embarrassed the moment mammals started to gather around.

"Yo, you okay man?" Some eighteen-year-old dalmatian boy asked, handing over his paw for me.

"I'm good, I'm good. It's fine." I muttered, not taking the paw that was offered and got up on my feet.

"Let me help with your stuff at least." The boy said politely and started to do help without further notice.

Before I could simmer down the good Samaritan on the scene, the helpful mammals started to get my stuff up from the floor and ask for my health, making me rather annoyed. I was never really the one to rely on others for help unless it came to scamming fifty thousand dollars out of bank account. I always wanted to prove that I wasn't helpless on my own. I also didn't want to bother anyone.

"Well ain't that an expected result for running around like a madman." George chuckled, having finally cached up to me.

"The floor was slippery," I muttered bothered, the mammals starting to scatter from the scene after me giving few forced smiles of gratitude and nods for their assistance.

"You smashed against the door as Ron did against the brick wall on Harry potter for broccoli's sake, ain't no slippery floors here." The wombat said amusedly.

"Whatever."

There was only the last case that had accidentally opened all over the floor, last helper on the scene packing the stuff into the case and talking.

"Here you go, mister. The doors tend to do that for mammals in a hurry."

It was a brown-haired and crimson furred female corgi, looking rather exotic personality with a distinctive accent. She was around fifty-year-old, wearing a white silk dress.

"Thank you, madame. I shall assist." George said politely, Sam rubbing the back of his neck and tried to act like he was not present.

The attention had mostly shifted away from the young panther and his lawyer until the corgi spoke in interest.

"You two on a holiday?" She asked to make gathering the small stuff less awkward.

"Well, not exactly, madame. Lovely dress, if you don't mind me saying."

"Oh, thank you. I just came from my sister's wedding." She told with a smile.

Sam didn't want to squeeze into the hassle of gathering his belongings, just browsing his phone nervously and noticed it.

Three calls from dad. One from mom.

Fuck.

It will be only a matter of time before they call George. Then I can't keep my mouth shut anymore.

"Did the wedding go well?"

"It did, certainly. Just married the wrong guy in my opinion. My sister has a bad taste in males. He is going to leave her before long and my sister gets hurt once again." She sighed like it was totally the upcoming result, seen a few times before.

"I-I am very sorry to hear that," George said back with sympathetic tone, a bit taken back by the honesty.

"It's okay. Maybe the seventh divorce wakes her up." She sighed.

"... Bloody hell." George let out with wide eyes.

"Yeah, some just don't learn... Or are made for marriage. Is he your son over there? Or nephew?" The corgi asked, nodding at Sam's way who was too soaked into his phone to acknowledge anything around him.

"... Well, thank the heavens no. But I consider him family still, nevertheless. Good kid, but dumb as a bucket of berries." Geroge chuckled.

"Well, he certainly is a handsome boy. He will enjoy his time here, I'm sure."

"Oh? This place pleasant overall? You a local, madame?"

"Why yes I am, sir. Born and fed in here."

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what does the island have to offer? I have to take care of the youngling here for the first day mostly but the second I might enjoy culture wise before returning back home."

"... You never been on Remby before?"

"No, my lady."

"... Where are you going to take the boy for a stroll? I can suggest many places."

"Well, firstly we find his rentable apartment. His parents didn't want him to live in the campus dorms. Also, if you know-"

"Campus, mister? Did I hear wrong?"

"... Why yes, the college of Remby. Can you believe? He was on the beginning of the second year at medical school already back home. The lad told that he canceled his studies and had applied for the college. He needed some time away from his folks as well so he chose a bloody tropical island. Well, the main thing is that he is studying for something. I know his father well and I can only imagine the lecture he gave him but I wouldn't know his opinion on his new study route since I haven't been in contact with them for two weeks, was on my jolly good free time, madame. Apparently had passed his exams and got accepted on this end, so something to at least be proud of. Younglings have so much potential if they believe in themselves. Maybe this was for the best, he would have been a terrible doctor with his behavior." George said with a smile.

"Alright, alright. You two done going through my stuff already? George, we should be on our way."

Sam said on the side in frustration, wanting to just get out as fast as possible.

The corgi now looked more than confused, giving a tilt of head and smiling innocently as she spoke at George.

"... U-uhm, sir... I am afraid that your friend here might have browsed some fake site, or... Well not that it's any of my business but... We have a public university along with preschool and high school, but I am afraid that we don't officially have a college yet. The city management is speaking about such being built within the next ten years possibly. But considering that the island is freshly inhibited and only three hundred years old, the city has aimed it's resources to a bit a different direction than educational possibilities."

Sam had finally woken up to the conversation, looking horrified as George was halfway to learning what was really going on from the mouth of a stranger. The panther slid the once again buzzing phone back into his pocket, looking alarmed and begging the female would stop talking.

George was now in a bit of disbelief, wondering what he had just heard.

"... Mam, I am not sure if I understand... The boy said that he is about to accommodate himself to Remby college. He had the paperwork and everything...-"

The females questioning gaze drifted at Sam momentarily, the panther looking scared and wide-eyed, giving the female a paw sign to stop, his expression begging for a time out.

The confused female looked down at the confused wombat, then talking hesitantly.

"O-or I might be just forgetful. Busy life. Maybe they made a college. Surely. But if it is, in fact, the entertainment or the culture you wish to get to know of, I can surely point in some directions." The corgi said, trying to steer the conversation away from the studying matter.

George looked a bit mindfucked, clearing his throat and about to ask something until the girl suddenly pulled out something from the floor.

"Aaannd last item-"

Her words ended as she took the object up and held it, George having his paw open all ready to receive it. It took a second from George to realize what it was.

"... Wow. Yours or his?" She asked with a grin.

"... That... Is not mine, lass." George said, facepalming himself and sighing.

It was a canine dildo, having considerably large knot on the base and being about seven inches long. Mammals around didn't seem to pay any mind that much though, except some fifteen-year-old dog girls who saw the situation while walking by.

Sam was not bothered in the slightest, having no shame in such matter. There never had been a reason to.

"Yeah, that one is mine. Do wave it for everyone for fuck's sake." Sam said with an eyeroll and guilty smile.

"I have two of these." She said with a wink.

"Same brand?" Sam asked with interest.

"Nah, from Bluebone stores." She said, handing out the toy for George.

The wombat took it with somewhat disturbed expression, slowly putting it in the case and closing it quickly, rubbing behind his ear and being a bit weirded out that no one was really paying attention. Waving a dildo around his home airport would have gotten a laughing crowd.

"Expensive. I like it. Maybe one day I can afford one. Are they good as they say?" Sam asked.

"Better." She assured.

"Well, we best be on our way, mister Sam. I would very much want to get our list of tasks done so I can take a nap at some hotel possibly and rest my feet and my back. Apologies, lass. And thank you for help with his belongings." George said, bowing and giving a warm smile for the Corgi.

"Such manners, a true gentleman. Don't see a lot of people from Furdon around here. Especially the elderly." She said back with an impressed tone.

"Charmed. If I enjoy my short stay, I might recommend a holiday for my brothers." George said with a pleased tone.

Sam squeezed in.

"Sometimes I think he climbed out of a James Bond movie, it gets tedious after awhile girl, you don't know the half of it," Sam assured giving a wink at her way and got one in return.

"Well, I hope you two have a good time here. I must be on my way now, flight leaving in half an hour. Have a nice day both of you." She said and took her leave with smiles.

"You too, lass," George said after her, Sam just happy that the situation was over.

"What a nice girl she was. Unique accent and rather odd manners but charming still." George pointed out and fixed up his posture after having kneeled for so long.

"She had a fat ass; I give her that," Sam said casually.

"Ah, bloody hell. Is that all you can think of?" George scolded.

"No. She was aight. I like a female with a challenge. Besides, you know I prefer males." Sam said with a shrug.

"Was that a competition?" George asked like it sounded stupid.

"I meant that she wasn't my type," Sam said, grabbing the case that George had just packed and closed.

"A lass doesn't need to be your type by romantic interests to share an enjoyable everyday conversation, mister Sam," George said.

"I just don't like it when mammals offer their help without asking." Sam huffed.

"Well, you certainly need some of that sometimes. I am helping you as we speak." George said, shoving another luggage on Sam to handle.

"Yes, because I pay you for it and I asked for it. Apples and oranges."

"Sometimes we just have to rely on others, whether our pride gets in the way or common sense. It's in our nature to assist one another." George pointed out with a genuine smile.

That made Sam only feel worse as he was about to answer, realizing that it was exactly what George would most likely have to do.

"... You put yourself to test with such thinking."

"Pardon?" George asked, not understanding.

"... Let's get going, George." Sam said after a few seconds of silence and empty staring, turning towards the doors.

This time they opened... And the breeze welcomed him to a whole new life.

ON A JOURNEY TO CAR SALE

"I... I am in heaven. This place is just..."

"Too hot."

"Flawless."

"Like any other tropic."

"Distinctive."

"How?"

"Look around you."

Sam and George were walking on a sidewalk, feeling the sun bless them with its direct warmth from the clear blue sky.

The sound of seagulls was heard all around. The place looked like a paradise on earth in Sam's eyes. Mammals were jogging around with earpads attached to their phones, covered in sweat from the long sport session. The streets were clean and well taken care of if you don't count in the soft beach sand that seemed to make its way around the concrete pavements by force. The carts selling ice-cold soda and ice cream were littered by a large amount all over them. Surfers carrying their boards, bikers, skateboarders, street singers with their guitars, teenagers, elders, children... The place was filled with life.

The cars passed by slowly beside them, some yelling for their cabs.

The mammals were... Well, colorful sort. So much different accents, nationalities and clothing styles.

The beach resorts and bungalows could be seen in the distances, far from where they were at the moment. Overall the surroundings were beach area, the great jungle right on their left side, multiple jogging roads leading in there. Behind this jungle area, there would be the grand city of Remby, tips of the tallest glass skyscrapers seen over the jungle easily. On the horizon, the could both see the tall mountains, being something Sam had never witnessed with his own eyes.

The whole place was just stunning. This is where I belong. I already can see myself living here. It's like a different universe compared to my home.

"You sure do seem to like the place, so good for you, mister Sam," George said, seeing the glimmering gazes look around the place with an excited smile. The reaction made George somewhat happy for the panther.

"... It's everything I ever hoped for. Ten years I waited to see this place ever since reading about it." Sam admitted, still not believing he was actually here and now.

"You never talked to me about it, nor your dad or mom while I was present. Why not? We could have possibly visited earlier." George pointed out.

"Dad and Mom would have not borrowed money for me to visit the place," Sam admitted.

"Well, if you would have studied harder and settled the differences with your folks-" George began.

"Setting differences with my parents is like putting pineapple in pizza, it just doesn't work." Sam sighed, not ready to talk about this all over again. George meant good, but his dedication to taking his parent's side in everything over all the years was just frustrating as it could be.

"... Pineapple is good in pizza-"

"Jump off a cliff-" Sam hissed, getting cold shivers for even thinking about the taste.

"Rather underrated addition to pizza, in my honest op-"

"Psychopath opinion," Sam said bluntly with a grin.

"Well now. There are worse additions to pizza than pineapple, believe me, lad." George said with a chuckle.

"Like what?"

"Broccoli."

Sam stopped walking, looking at the wombat like it was the most bizarre thing he had ever heard.

"... WHAT KIND OF A PIZZA PARLOR-"

"A few. But we are steering away from the subject. Why have you never mentioned Remby islands before?" George asked, genuinely wanting to know.

"... I guess it just... Never crossed my mind." Sam explained awkwardly.

"I find that hard to believe. You are more than open usually about anything you think about or plan to do. Always have. You should have given it a chance and brought it to the table with your folks."

Sam now laid his luggage down, looking annoyed. He knew that George meant good, but Sam wanted to finally give a piece of his mind to him.

"And where has that led me? When I was eight, I wished for a skateboard from mom and dad. Never got it. All the cool kids in school had it. At fourteen, I wanted to go to a Tail-Z concert. They told it was a bad influence, and all my friends talked about it the next day, making me jealous. At eighteen, I told my dad that I wanted to become a surfer. He said that the last thing he will do is to let me chase some doomed dream of spending the rest of my life in water instead of following his footsteps and going to med school. You heard about Cody Maverick? He is still a surfing legend, and I wanted to be just like him and meet him someday. That documentary of his life was one of the coolest things I've seen. And dad said fuck that. Just like Cody's parents before he came back home as a winner."

"Mister Sam, I-"

"You have relatives in Zootopia, don't you?" Sam asked, about to keep going.

"... I do. My older sister." George admitted.

"So, you know how much of a legend Judy Hopps was and Nick Wilde after the whole crimewave thing?" Sam pressed.

George sighed and nodded, laying his luggage down as well for a moment.

"... Everyone knows about the two-"

"I wanted to be a cop as well. I really did. You remember." Sam admitted.

"... I remember." George added.

"Mom said that it was too dangerous for me to do. So, bye-bye that dream too. I partly spent all the time in the gym just to be in the shape most cops are required to be-"

George gave apologizing expression as he cut Sam off, talking.

"Mister Sam. Hear me out. I know you have your differences with them. But they love you. They really do. And sometimes, surpassing your child's dreams and guiding them towards something you see more fit-"

Sam shook his head.

"That is a bunch of bullshit. How can you take my parent's side on everything? EVERY SINGLE legend of the mammal population over the world became something they dreamed to be, EIGHTY percent of time the parents were against that dream. It's like a cliché that never keeps on stopping. It just rolls and rolls. And will most likely roll even after I'm gone."

George straightened his tie, feeling rather speechless at the reasoning. He couldn't argue that Sam had a point. The two had to squeeze against the stone fence for a moment, joggers going past them and saying "Good mornings" on their way.

Sam suddenly felt his attention wavering and his blood pressure going down, seeing that the third mammal from the group ended up looking over his shoulder a bit. The jogger was about sixty-year-old Labrador with golden fur and overall muscly physique, wearing nothing but jogging shorts. He was giving a blatantly flirty look at Sam's way, before turning to talk with his friend beside him.

Sam smiled warmly after, George continuing where they left off.

"... Mister Sam... It is way too beautiful day to be wasted on arguing. I can see your point, Sam. But in the end, it's because some as parents want the best and safest environment for their children. These celebrities you mention, Cody, Judy, Nick, they all risk their lives over what they do, in the worst case. Would you truly be ready for such a risk, when you can settle for something safe?" George asked with genuine intent.

Sam woke up back to the conversation, having not really listened to what was said, having stared at the Labradors ass the whole time with hunger.

"... Whatever. You are right about one thing at least. Too beautiful day to be arguing. Let's get going. The car rental is right this way, my GPS says. One more kilometer left." Sam said, taking his phone out.

"... As you say, mister Sam." George said, slightly sad that he had been ignored.

The two started to walk towards their destination once more, Sam not able to help the small smile over the fact that with a dedication to something he really loved... He was about to become someone that everyone would remember as well.

One day.

TO BE CONTINUED