{"sf1_id":1995250,"sf2_id":"znJbd9Qn","title":"Home for some Holidays Chapter 2","author":"JasonVUK","words":8180,"posted_at":"2023-06-01T12:34:13.000Z","tags":["Britain","British","HMOFA","Human","M/F","Male/Female","Rabbit","Yorkshire"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1995250-home-for-some-holidays-chapter-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJbd9Qn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4f/a8/4fa8eb19-44c1-43f1-a758-2b4b2026c0dd","description":"I'd like to apologise to everyone for the terrible google translate French, sorry.","content":"\\\u003eBe Allison Cranny\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re a 5’6 white and brown rabbit anthro.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re 28 years old.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou currently feel like a big fucking girl’s blowse!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’ve not been this embarrassed since you were a kid!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’d cried like a child in front of your oldest guy friend.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWho is also your childhood crush.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGod you feel so pathetic.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSo stupid.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDwayne Cooper\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe man sat opposite you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIs taking the whole situation in his stride.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’d wanted to get two dipshits to back off.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eJust to leave you alone while you work out at a gym\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAlso maybe show off a potential boyfriend/future husband.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt didn’t go quite according to plan.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd you’d cried.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’d cried and lost your temper.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eStormed out of the gym like a child having a tantrum.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou lift your glass of carrot juice to you lips\n\n \n\n\\\u003eStereotypical you know.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou take a sip of your drink.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look up from your plate to Dwayne\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s looking at you, smiling softly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAfter he drove you …\n\n \n\n\\\u003e… in your car by the way ….\n\n \n\n\\\u003e …away from the gym he brought you here to this pub/restaurant in town.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNice place.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOld place\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEstablished in the 1300s.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e1348 to be exact.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEngland’s old innit?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSo here you are sat at a table.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSipping carrot juice with a burger and fries\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re an _anthro_ rabbit! You like to eat meat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFuck those veggie purists.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRegardless, you feel the need to speak up.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m so sorry Dwayne.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Don’t worry lass, you’re fine.” He replies.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s still smiling.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGod fucking damn it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou want to kiss him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou want him kiss you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou weren’t even being subtle about it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel like such a tart.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He says.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You feeling any better?” he adds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAre you? You wonder.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMaybe a little.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou tell as such.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “If they’re any trouble in the future, let me know. I’ll deal with them.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel a chill run down your spine.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHis tone, though caring, had a dark edge to it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s not quite the same hot-tempered boy you knew in school.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThere’s an edge to him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel it in your heart.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIn your very soul.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThere’s something _wrong_ about him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMaybe because he’s been to war?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou know there’s a high chance he’d killed people.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHow has it affected him really?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe says he’s okay, but is he?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don’t know how to take his words.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBefore, you’d thought he’d yell and maybe get into a fight.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut maybe something _else_ would happen.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re tempted to take him up on the offer.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou do.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Thanks Dwayne, I appreciate it.” You sigh softly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I just feel like big ninny now.” You chuckle sardonically.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe actually chuckles.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You’re fine. I’m here if, and when, you need me.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I appreciate that Dwayne, I really do.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou reach out and touch his hand.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe pair of you delve into a comfortable silence.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou start eating your burger and chips.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMaybe some plans are made to fail.\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePart way into the meal Dwayne speaks up.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe tells you his mum told him his grandad was coming over.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis gets your attention.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou remember old Alexander “Alex” Cooper.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWW2 veteran.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEarly 90s.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFit as a fiddle with a sharp mind.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOnce said Dwayne was his favourite grandson.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLikely an army thing. Maybe?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDwayne asks if you’d like to come round to his house too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAbsolutely! You tell him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBe nice to see his mum and grandad again.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey both liked you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou recall Alex confessing to his lusts in his youth.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBefore he was married of course.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e To both your and Dwayne’s embarrassment.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAlex spoke fondly of his old loves.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA vixen from the States\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA female Hyena from Africa\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA Lioness from Wales\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA bear from Russia\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA Labrador he used to know.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe vixen again. A few times\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe hyena a couple of more times.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd more than a few rabbits.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou mention your recount to Dwayne.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Oh bloody hell!” he laughs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’d never have thought he was so …” Dwayne trails off.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Active? Lustful?” you finish with a sly smirk.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Aye.” Dwayne chuckles to himself face going red with embarrassment.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou laugh too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFeels good.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe pair of you finish and Dwayne pays.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou both get into your car.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re driving this time.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd you drive back to Dwayne’s.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThere’s another car there already.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWell not including Dwayne’s mum’s.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAlex must be there already.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDwayne’s excited.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou heart warms to how giddy he looks to see his grandad.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAlex was Dwayne’s biggest hero.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou park up and exit the car.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDwayne takes the lead.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe holds your hand.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt feels just right, like they were made for one another.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eCalm down girl! Jesus!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe opens the front door.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Mam! I’m home! I brought Allison!”\n\n \n* * *\n\n\\\u003eBe Dwayne\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh god! Grandad’s already here!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou lead Allison through the threshold.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe politely closes the door behind her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou both step into the living room\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMum is having a cup of tea.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOpposite her is grandad!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWith a large mug of tea in his hand.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGrandad and you look very much alike.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eExcept he’s like 70 years older than you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd has a moustache.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd walks with a cane.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe could still beat some 20-year-old with it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don’t even doubt it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Dwayne lad!\u0026nbsp; There ya be!” Grandad’s speaks up.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe stands with the grace of a man a quarter his age.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s as tall as you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWas taller in his youth.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSix foot maybe? Six-one?\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePhysically speaking he looks great.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHolds himself strong.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShoulder back. Head held high.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou walk over and you two embrace.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Good seein’ ya grandad!” you say excitedly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou pull an arm’s length away and you two smile to one another.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e He looks to your side and he smile warms in a soft way.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Allison dear, good to see you!”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe embraces her too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOne big family.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou picture little bunny kids hugging his legs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNo Dwayne. Not for you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShortly you’re all sat down.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBig pot of tea in the middle of the coffee table.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTea table!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eCups all around and a packet of biscuits.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou, Allison, grandad and mum.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAll talking and laughing about the goings on in your lives.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “And how about you Dwayne?” your grandad asks looking at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou pause though only for a second.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “How’s the army treating you?” he asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s looking at you, smiling, all seems well.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut he’s giving a certain look.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don’t know what though.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou pull yourself together in a few short seconds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “About as well as you’d guess. I’m a sergeant, keeping everything in order best I can.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou smile reassuringly to everyone.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe look doesn’t leave Alexander’s eyes but he nods and smiles\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Good lad!\u0026nbsp; I know all about it and hell I don’t envy you!” he laughs in a good-natured way.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAll eyes are on you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou need to think of something.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMake light of the situation.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou begin to tell them about this fresh-faced recruit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA human guy about 6-2.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBig muscles.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBig ego.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThinks he’s the shit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGoing to pass boot camp like a fart in a breeze.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe couldn’t have been proven more wrong if he tried.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLong story short, he had a good physique, but he wasn’t army material.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe didn’t have the mental discipline.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDidn’t react well under stress.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe didn’t have the physical discipline.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDidn’t have the physical durability or endurance.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe eventually broke down after the Drill Sergeant kept yelling at him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThat one you wouldn’t blame him for.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour drill sergeant was a scary bastard, but he was fair.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eUnlike what you see in the movies, he didn’t shout unless necessary.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSomething to do with his throat you’d once heard him say.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe final straw was when the guy incorrectly reassembled his rifle.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eKnowing he’d fucked up he swapped it out for another recruit’s.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLittle mouse guy.\u0026nbsp; Good lad.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe rifle had all but detonated in the mouse’s hands.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThankfully the little guy hadn’t suffered any permanent damage.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOther than a few scars across his face.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately for big-dude, each rifle’s serial number was recorded to each recruit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey found the guy out quickly and off he went.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e_Along with a fine_ and other shit to come his way.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “What happened to the mouse?”\u0026nbsp; Allison asked.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou recall after deployment you’d all been sent to Afghanistan.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe was put into a squad with a Tigress as his sergeant.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe was a tough old bitch.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTough enough it seems she’d deemed it necessary to pound the poor mouse guy’s pelvis into dust, with her pelvis.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAs you’d discovered them one cold night away from the barracks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGrandad snorted and laughed.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’d never told anyone.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAs thanks they invited you to their wedding a few years after the event.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Awwww that’s so sweet.”\u0026nbsp; Allison gushed.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I think they retired from the military after she got pregnant. I can’t be sure.” You admit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGrandad raises his cup.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “All the best to them then I say.” He toasts and takes a sip.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAll eyes are back on you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey want to know more. Damnit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou regale some of the not so harrowing tales from your time in Afghanistan.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBeing put into Sergeants Hailey’s all human squad.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBrian Haley was a great guy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDown to Earth.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTreated his squad like they were his kids.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou really miss him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHim and the squad.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey were your brothers.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou refocus yourself before your tumble down memory lane.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou talk about your close mates of your squad.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSergeant Brian Hailey. (KIA)\n\n \n\n\\\u003eCorporal Matt Dibble. (KIA)\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePrivate Ian Nicked. (KIA)\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePrivate Craig Dobson. (KIA)\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePrivate Tony Milton. (KIA)\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don’t tell the others about the KIA stuff.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eKIA isn’t even 100% true.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe truth was buried.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou tell the others about all the stupid stuff your squad used to get up to.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWaking the sarge up with a party horn on his birthday.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd then running away as he threw things at the rest of you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSwapping Ian’s shampoo with hair dye.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe looked good in pink.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTony showing off the incredibly disgusting skill of playing a recorder with his farts.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAfter a few beers it was hilarious.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou all continue to trade stories of your lives till the sun sets.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhich given the time of year doesn’t take long.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFinally, your mum looks at Allison.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Say love, would you like to stay for tea?” she asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison looks to you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I wouldn’t want to impose.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “’course not, you’re welcome any time.” You reply.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis seems to satisfy the love-struck bunny.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe grabs her phone and steps away.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’d love to. Just need to call my roommates tell ‘em I’ll be home later.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You want a hand with food mum?” you ask.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour mum smiles at you, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA gleam your grandad has too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “No thanks Dwayne, you stay here with Allison, keep her company.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDamn it mum stop, please!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou turn your head towards the bunny.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s stepped away, phone in hand speaking to someone called Marcy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m going to be late home, I’m having tea at a friend’s house.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe likely doesn’t know you can hear her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Yes that friend,”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe squeals quietly with delight.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I know, I know!\u0026nbsp; Everything is going great.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look away as she turns her head towards you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I think I have a shot at this.” She whispers as she looks away.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can still hear her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “No there was a slight mess at the gym, but …”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison continues to speak into her phone.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don’t mean to listen.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’ve just got good hearing.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShortly after Alli returns.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Got the all clear from my roommates.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Who do you live with by the way, you never really said.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “No one from school, thank Christ.” \u0026nbsp;She said with a roll of her eyes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Ah come on, you had plenty of friends in school.” You reply with a smile.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut Allison shakes her head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “No, not really.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe shrugs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Just a few, and even then I think _you_ were my closest _normal_ friend.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePoor girl.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou weren’t the best influence as a kid.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eStill aren’t really.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “So who _do_ you live with?” you ask again\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe goes on to explain her roommates.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSuzzanne who is a human.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAbout Allison’s height and build.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWorks as a hairdresser in the town.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNice lady, looking for a partner.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer other house mate was called Emma.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe was a German Shepard anthro.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWorked in the mall outside the city.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHad a steady partner.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnother German Shepard named Bruce.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNice guy apparently.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison went on to say how long she’d known her roommates.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFive years.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen quips how they haven’t killed each other _yet._\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou laughed at that one.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe two of you continue to converse.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison subtly moves closer to you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOr so she thinks being subtle.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don’t say nor do anything about it though.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBefore long your and Allison knees are about touching.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s right up next to you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou say something funny and she laughs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe puts an arm around you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou want this, though you know you shouldn’t.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt’s not fair on her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut you’ll selfishly allow yourself some happiness.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe pair of you pull apart, but don’t separate too far.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou stay close and comfortable together.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look into her eyes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey’re wide and beautiful.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSo very beautiful.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIf things were different.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIf you were a normal guy with a normal life.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’d wife and mother her within a month.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’d say a week but that’s a bit short notice.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou the pair of you just stare, smiling and happy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour mother breaks the silence.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Alright, food’ll be done shortly lets head to the table.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou both laugh awkwardly then make your way to the table.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou sit next to one another.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFood is brought in.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRoast beef and all the trimmings and extras.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhat’s mum’s game here?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGrandad sits down next to her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Would anyone like to say grace?” Mum asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh no, here we go.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Grace.” Grandad replies then starts eating.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOld joke, an old tired joke, but it’s a classic.\n\n \n* * *\n\n\\\u003eThe four of you eat quietly for the most part.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison compliments mum and grandad of the cooking.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt’s been a while since she had a real home cooked meal.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can understand that.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eUsually, you just grab a bite while at work.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSometimes filling, sometimes not.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eChatter does not die down as the four of you eat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAny subject.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEvery subject.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRegardless of how risqué it is.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou felt sometimes it was more of a game.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWho can get who to choke first.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour grandad always wins.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThat man has no shame.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLike the story he’s telling now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “It was 1936 while I was stationed in Africa.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh god, it’s a _hyena_ story.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “… Amari took whatever she pleased from a man.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe smiled in fond memories.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis can’t be good.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNo one dare put food in their mouth or take a sip of drink.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “… it was one night and the last thing I recalled was her slamming her posterior down on my face.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhat an absolute ….\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou laugh while mum and Allison grimace.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGrandad is still all smiles.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey’re a little tipsy from the drink.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re still fine but play along.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen Allison pipes up after she forces down her need to gag.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You talk a lot about affairs you had before getting married Alex.” She says.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNot in a rude way.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMore questioning.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “When I got married I was Mary’s and Mary’s alone. I didn’t even look at another woman with desire.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMary was your grandma.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe was a sweet but tough _human_ woman.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe died about a decade ago.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison continues to speak.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “After the war did you look up any of your old flings, if only to catch up?” she asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGrandad goes quiet.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe leans back in his chair staring at his plate for a few seconds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe takes a sip of lager.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen he responds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I did actually.” He begins slowly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Actually, I looked for all of them, just to see them again.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe smiles though it is a tired but caring smile.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Some of them had died during the war, like Becky Turner the Labrador.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe sighs deeply.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou know all too well how he feels.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Some of them thankfully had moved on and had families.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe looks up to the rest of you, smiling.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThough there is a small tear in his right eye.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “They were all lovely, it was good to see old flames and friends again.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison reaches across the table and placed her furred hand on top of his.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m sorry Alex.” She says in a sympathetic tone.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “No need to be.” He brushes her off with a smile and shake of his head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I bet they were happy to see you Alex.” Your mum adds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe smiles more genuinely.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Some thought I was there to ruin their family. Could you imagine?”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe laughs loudly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour grandad wasn’t like that, the thought was truly funny.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “We still keep touch using that _email_ thing.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe then shrugs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Well those who’re still alive anyway.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe filled a glass with lager and raised it high.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “A toast if I may.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou all raised your glasses.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “To friends, new and old. Dead and alive.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou all toasted with a “cheers”.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison looked towards you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA soft loving look, but one with curiosity in it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “So, when are you two having kids?” Grandad suddenly asked.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou both turn to look at him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re flabbergasted.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison doesn’t know what to say.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re both blushing hard.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I uh, I don’t, um,” Allison is trying to form a sentence.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s still doing better than you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour grandad laughs the both of you off.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou both feel very embarrassed.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe evening continues until it’s time for Allison to go.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou see her to her car.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou ask if she’s okay to drive.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe replies she’s fine, she only had one drink.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBefore leaving she leans up and kisses you on the lips.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe says goodnight and quickly gets into her car and drives off.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWatching her go you lick your lips.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou want her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMore than anything.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut well, you know how it goes by now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou sigh and re-enter the house.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDespite all the drink you’ve had you’re still sober.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou see grandad and mum look at you from the table.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey look glum.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA stark contrast to what they had been earlier.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGrandad calls you over to sit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDespite the alcohol in his system, the man sounds coherent.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey both ask if you’re okay.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou nod and tell them you’re fine.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNeither one looks appeased.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Dwayne, are you _sure_ you’re alright?” Your grandad asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou stare into his eyes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhat could you tell him honestly?\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m fine.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThat’s all you say and give them what you hope is a reassuring smile.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m off to bed.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou stand up, bid them both goodnight then head to bed.\n\n \n* * *\n\n\\\u003eBe Allison Cranny\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBe an incredibly happy bunny rabbit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIf you were a dog your tail would be wagging.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSo fast in fact you could use it to cross the ocean on your arse.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eToday could not have pulled around better if you’d planned it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re in your car driving back to your apartment.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThoughts of the night whizzing through your head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBoth Alex and June wanted you and Dwayne to have kids!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe revelation is awesome.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWas it unexpected?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don’t know you’re too excited to think straight right now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou pull up to the apartment complex and park your car.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re practically skipping your way out the car and to the front door.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel like a pure ball of energy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh gosh you can’t believe you kissed him on the lips!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOkay sure that’s not as intimate as the blowjob 13 years ago, but still!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt’s just so much MORE!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt’s more important!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMore romantic!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s certainly husband material!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eConfidant. Determined.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSeemingly filled to the brim with strength!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd the army had done his figure great!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe was no slouch before!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut the feel of his toned muscles on your body.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh mother of god, damn!\u0026nbsp; Damn!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou finally get into your apartment and immediately questions are being hurled at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHow did it go?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHow was he?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHow was the food?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAre you pregnant yet?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAre there church bells a-ringing in the near future?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou answer in order.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGreat\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGreat\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAmazing\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNot yet\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHope so\n\n \n\n\\\u003e Emma the German Shepard pulls you into a tight hug.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Oh my god! I can’ae believe it! Our wee lass is finally on the prowl!”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe laughs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou bat her playfully.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Give me a break, I’m not on the prowl!”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re absolutely on the prowl and already have your target in sight.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “The hunt will be worth it, aye?” Emma grins.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “If’n he treats you bad lass I’ll ‘ave ‘im.” Comes a male voice.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBruce, Emma’s partner.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe walks around the couch to you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s a bit taller than Dwayne, so around 6 foot.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s a tall guy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut still.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “No offense Bruce, I think he’d have you.” You chuckle.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTo “have” someone is to beat them in a fight, for those who didn’t know.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd after what little you’ve seen. Bruce would be a little puppy dog to Dwayne.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “So tell us all in detail what happened!” Suzanne, the human, asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou go into detail about what happened at the gym.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBruce interrupts you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Hang on. No. No.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe shakes his head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Bollocks.” He adds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “No way he lifted over four-hundred-pounds.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou tell him, he did, and he wasn’t even tired.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBruce looks at his arms, he ears fold back on instinct.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou continue with how he intimidated those two guys.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen what followed at the pub, then tea at his house with his mum and grandad.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey’re all excited for you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re excited as well.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hope to everything goes well between the two of you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHalloween is so close now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSo close.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMaybe you two will hit it off afterwards?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMrs. Allison Cooper\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt certainly has a nice ring to it.\n\n \n* * *\n\n\\\u003eBe Dwayne again.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGrandad has chosen to stay over for Halloween.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe prefers to stay away from the old people’s home as much as possible.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re currently watching the old man march back and forth with a bit of assistance from his cane.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMakes you think of some old army General.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt’s been a few days since you first brought Allison home.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHalloween is tonight!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re not worried by any means.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut you are _cautious_.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis whole event could easily go sideways.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eToo much bundled up hate.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLeft festering for years.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNow everyone is an adult and likely within similar heights.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThat and the high likelihood that there’ll be alcohol.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLoose lips sink ships.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLoose lips get busted open from saying shit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe previous night you’d met up with Allison and asked how she’d felt.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNervous.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eScared.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA whole bundle of emotions.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’d promised once more to look after her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe was picking you up later so you could both go together.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Dwayne.” You hear your grandad’s voice from behind.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou turn to look at him, he’s smiling.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You excited to go?” he asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s only asked you that question about twenty times today alone.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou mention as such as he just laughs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Just checking.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You getting dressed up?” you ask.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Of course, it’s a little bit of fun, aye?”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou wait for him to answer the obvious question.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m going to be Dracula.” He grins.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe loved the old movies.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You’d pull him off at least.” You laugh.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMum’s just doing a witch costume and some green make-up.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eClassic.\n\n \n* * *\n\n\\\u003eTime crawls by as you just seem to be clock watching as you do various things throughout the house.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFinally, and you do mean _finally!_\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe time comes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt’s Tuesday October 31st\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOl’ Hallows Eve.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou get a quick shower and shave.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou put on your costume.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison will be here within ten minutes or so.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eCostume on you descend downstairs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Oooh, very scary.” You mum laughs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Aye, nightmare fuel.” You laugh.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Who’re you supposed to be?” your grandad asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou just shrug.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRandom American horror killer, you say to him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe nods, but doesn’t seem to get it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePerfectly timed as you descend the last step your phone goes off.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLooking at it shows a text from Allison, she’s waiting for you outside.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “She’s outside waiting for me.” You announce.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour mum hugs you and wishes you a good time.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour grandad does the same, though gives you a pat on the back.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou walk outside, small toy chainsaw and both masks in hand, waving to your mum and grandad as they see you off.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel like a small kid.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison thinks it’s adorable and/or hilarious.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe steps out of her car and shouts to your mum.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Don’t worry Ms Cooper, I’ll have him back before his bedtime!”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour face turns red from embarrassment.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey’re all laughing at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re laughing at you too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDamn it Allison.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou get in the car and proceed to glare at the Red Riding Hoe Bunny.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You’re not funny.”\u0026nbsp; You say.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Tell that to yer smilin’ face lad.” She laughs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe starts up the car and drives onward.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA few minutes pass.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe roads are busy with people leaving work.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAll around you see people getting ready for tonight’s festivities.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHalloween wasn’t overly done in England as a whole.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut your little town had it’s own legends and folklore.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMaybe that’s why Halloween was popular here.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWho doesn’t like a good ghost story?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look to Allison.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s been quiet for a while now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe smells nervous.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLooks it too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You going to be okay Alli?” you ask concerned.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe exhales sharply.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSwallows whatever was stuck in her throat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen she glances at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Just cautious is all.” She says.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’ll look after you, don’t worry about _them._”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou both know who you mean.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou reach over and pat her lap for support.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Thank you Dwayne.” She says softly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAfter another few minutes you arrive.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe school is before you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eKids of many ages all gone home.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTeachers likely already there.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou see multiple cars pull into the driving lot.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Here we go.” Allison mutters.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe follows in another car and parks up where she can.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOnce parked she doesn’t move.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don’t push her to move.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “We don’t have to go.” You say softly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I know.” She replies after a moment.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe leans back in her seat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eCloses her eyes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTakes a long deep breath.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen exhales, emptying her lungs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Some of them I don’t want to see ever again.” She mutters quietly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I won’t let anything happen to you.” You repeat yourself.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’ll keep repeating yourself if you must.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s looking to the school.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSo many unfamiliar bodies and faces.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAll dressed up walking towards the entrance.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can hear their chatter and laughter.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison grunts.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Alright, let’s go!” she says forcing the enthusiasm into her voice.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “We’ll find a way to have a good time.” She adds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Yeah see some old friends.” You reply optimistically.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’ll be keeping an eye out for a certain other rabbit anthro.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTim Granger, your old friend.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hope and pray he’s straight, single and looking.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFor both your and Allison’s sake.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou put on your bald overhead mask.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou slide the skull mask over the bald head and your face.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Let’s get a move on then.” You say and grab the dinky toy chainsaw.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou both exit the car then make your way to the entrance.\n\n \n* * *\n\n\\\u003eUpon entering it’s like stepping back in time.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt even smells the same.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’ve not been here in ten years.” Allison speaks up.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThere’s nostalgia in her eyes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou agree with her, then lead her gently by the arm to the hall.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAt least that’s what everyone called it.\u0026nbsp; It’s where assembly and inside P.E was (sometimes) done.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOnce inside you see the full scale of the event.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTables all lined up around the place, serving various food and drinks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA punch bowl you see in the right corner nearest you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLikely spiked by now, if not later.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe rest of the hall has so many people.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou think you recognise some.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Dwayne!\u0026nbsp; Allison!” A familiar voice calls out.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou both turn towards it and see …\n\n \n\n\\\u003eUncle Fester from the Addams Family and some sort of tribal witch rushing towards you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt’s Dennis and Teresa Lowery.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eStill strange to think they got married.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe human and rat anthro stop in front of you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s grinning from ear to ear.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s smiling with her usual not overly expressive eyes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Dennis, Terri, good to see ya both.” Allison says as she hugs them.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “How’d you know it was me?” you ask, Skull mask covering your face.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “We recognised Allison and knew you two were comin’ together.” Terresa replies.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Clever.” You reply.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe rat witch shrugs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’ve always been smarter than people give me credit for.” She replies smugly and crosses her arms over her bust.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA bust which you note has filled out since you last saw her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e As the two women chat you and Dennis get started in your own conversation.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “So, how’s the kids?\u0026nbsp; Behaving well?” you ask.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Aye, they’re good kids, we’re doing our best for ‘em.” He smiles up at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe was a good friend back in school, you’re not surprised he’s a good dad.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m proud of you mate.” You say honestly and pat his back.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I knew you’d do right for yourself.” You add.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe shrugs, likely embarrassed.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I do well, but Terri keeps me grounded.” He replies, still smiling.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look back to the rat as she speaks to Allison.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel an ache in your gut as you recall old memories.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look back to Dennis.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “She didn’t deserve the shit she got.” You say.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe exhales and shakes his head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I know, I know.” He mutters, though you hear him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You’ve done right by her.” You reply with a small smile.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I can tell she’s happier.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDennis grins in reply.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Cheers Dwayne, I appreciate it.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eConversations continue.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDennis and Terri take You and Allison grab yourself some punch.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAs you’d guessed it, it’s spiked, tastes like rum.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eCheap rum too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAt the table you recognise a familiar cat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMarie Dunn, your French teacher dressed as a fairy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Bonjour Mademoiselle Dunn” you begin, catching her off guard.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe spins around, a plastic cup of water in her hand.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe looks you up and down curiously.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou then remove your mask.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer eyes light up with recognition.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Ah Dwayne Cooper, long time no see.” She smiles.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “And bonjour to you too.” She adds. “How’ve you been?”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou decide to have a bit of fun with her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “J'ai été bien merci, très occupé.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou told her you’re well but busy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe looks at you with surprise.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour French used to be terrible, you got a E in French you were that bad.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe eyes you suspiciously.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Qu'est-ce que tu fais ces jours-ci?”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe asks what you’re doing.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Je suis sergent dans l'armée.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re a sergeant in the army.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer expression turns to one of shock and she covers her mouth.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Have you been to Afghanistan?” she asks in English.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA smile slowly creeps up your mouth.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Yeah.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe looks you up and down with a panic.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe starts placing her hands on you, checking you over.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe was always a motherly figure. Always worrying.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Are you alright my dear boy, have you been hurt?”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe looks you in the eye for clarification.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Nothing you’ll find.” You reply smiling.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe pulls away and gives you a sad look.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “C'est bon de vous voir monsieur Cooper.” She says with a smile.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s happy to see you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe then tilts her head curiously, having a questioning look on her face.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Quand êtes-vous devenu si bon en français?”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe question you’d been waiting for.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHow’d your French get so good?\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “There was a joint exercise between a few of our squads and the French army, I picked it up a lot from there.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You didn’t seem to grasp it back in my class.” She replies.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour hand subconsciously clenches.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’ve changed a lot since then.” You reply with a carefree smile.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTime to lighten the mood.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou ask her about her daughter.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer daughter is fine, she replies, her boyfriend proposed to her a few days ago.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAww, Matt Knob, you romantic crow bastard.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou take a look around and find Allison talking to two guys, a human and a wolf.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe guys are wearing the same clothes, yet the wolf’s are tattered and torn.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt takes you a second to realise what they’re doing.\n\n \n* * *\n\n\\\u003eBe Allison\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalking to two old friends from school.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBoth major dorks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMaybe gay for each other?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNot that you judge.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “What’re you two supposed to be.” You ask with a smile.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe human, Derek, steps forward.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Well me and Chris wanted to like a duo costume theme this year.” He says\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “But we couldn’t think of anything!” Chris, the wolf, quickly adds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Then we watched “_American Werewolf_” and it just clicked.” Derek continues then steps back.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAh you get it!\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Pretty bloody clever!” you laugh.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m the human form.” Derek says, then starts to spaz out then ducks behind Chris.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eChris steps forward and roars.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen he starts to cough, ruining the moment.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “And I’m the Werewolf form!” he says between coughs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou laugh and nod, you give them a clap for their ingenuity.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “That’s pretty clever you two.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re about to say something else when you hear a voice call your name.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Cranny!”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA voice that had changed but you no less recognised.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA voice that had brought you to tears and haunted your nightmares.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSuddenly you’re no longer 28.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re 14 years old.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re a shy timid little bunny.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd you recall every mean name call.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEvery hair pull.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEvery slap across the face.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEvery push into the wet mud\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEvery shove to the ground.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYears of bullying.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYears of threats.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDays where you’d force yourself to vomit and be sick.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eJust so you wouldn’t have to go to school.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou begin to sweat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Well, well, well, lil’ Allison Cranny.” Comes a deep though no doubt feminine voice.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou turn and look up seeing a Spotted-Hyena dressed as a pirate.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca Fisher\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s broader than you remember.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA little bit of a gut. But you’d never call her fat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s still very tall.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eStill taller than Dwayne.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEasily over six-feet tall.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut then she was six-foot, ten years ago.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look down to her bare feet.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer bare _digitigrade_ feet.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca had what was typically called “Feral foot”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eUnlike most anthros who had “human-like” plantigrade feet.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca had a leg shape more akin to her feral hyenas.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFeralitus, or Feralism, wasn’t uncommon across Anthros.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt affected maybe 1 in a 1000 or so anthros.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnthros would have some feral qualities to them.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFeet, genitals, lack of developed vocal cords.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFeralism was a broad spectrum of disorders. With _Feral Foot_ being the most common.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Look time no see little rabbit.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca is right in front of you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel so small.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s grinning, flashing her teeth and fangs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s so much bigger than you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou unintentionally start to shake.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eChris and Derek, you notice, have vacated the area.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWith some herculean strength you find your voice.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Um, aye, uh, long time eh?\u0026nbsp; Ten years. It uh, sure goes quickly.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eToo quickly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIf you’d never have seen her again it would’ve been too soon.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe reaches out nonchalantly and puts a hand on your shoulder.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour body stiffens in fright.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca leans closer.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’ve really missed ya.” She says, large grin still in place.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can’t find your voice.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can’t find your strength.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSuddenly she frowns.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAlmost snarling.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Have ye’ missed us?”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer face gets uncomfortably close.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOh god, you’re going to pee yourself!\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Ye have, right?” she asks in a growl.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe squeezes your shoulder.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHelp.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGod.\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePlease.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSuddenly the pressure from your shoulder is gone.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e The voice of your knight is heard.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Fisher everyone misses thee lass.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe says with amusement. A smile on his face.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s physically pried Becca’s hand off your shoulder and he’s still holding it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHis eyes don’t show any amusement.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe positions himself between you and Rebecca.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s staring her down.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s like half a foot taller than him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd he’s staring her down.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHis smile slips slightly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “But don’t worry, their aim’s getting better. And mine’s excellent.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe threat isn’t well hid.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFisher stares him down.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou then notice she’s trying to tug her hand away.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut she can’t.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHis grasp is like a vice around her hand.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSuddenly he lets go.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Been a while Dwayne.” She growls.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “How’s thee?” she asks and rubs her hand.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Doin’ good. Very good.” He hasn’t taken his eyes off her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “You?” he asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Aye, I’ve been doin’ fine.” She responds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe tension between the two is palpable.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSuddenly she chuckles and stands to her full height.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTowering over you and Dwayne.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut Dwayne isn’t impressed.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLike her show of dominance is a bore to him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I was just getting to know an old friend again Dwayne, twas nothin’ else.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca says with a toothy grin.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I don’t recall you and her bein’ friends Becca.” He responds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe sips the drink in his hand.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca doesn’t reply.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA fierce scowl on her face.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re scared for Dwayne.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca looks to her hand then back to Dwayne.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe grins.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I was just gonna try and make amends was all mate.” She says.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDwayne scoffs loudly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Yeah, right.\u0026nbsp; Looked like it from where I was standin’.” He replies.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I was, honest. Why don’t you take a walk and let me talk to her?” Rebecca says as she steps closer.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m sure the three of us will have just as fine a chat.” He replies immediately.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Not really something for you to hear Dwayne.” She snarled in reply.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “How about you go off and find your actual friends Rebecca.” Dwayne responds, keeping his tone level.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re surprised by how he sounds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eCold. Serious.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou guess that’s the army training.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “That is if you actually have any.” He adds with a smirk.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca says nothing as she storms off.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDwayne and you watch her leave.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eStorming through the crowd.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe turns to you with a smirk.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Said I’d look after you.” He says smugly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou finally release the breath you’d been holding.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour nerves settle.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou smile up at your knight.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Cheers Dwayne.” Your voice shakes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe just laughs then pats you on the arm.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe reunion continues and you’re more relaxed.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMore people are pulled into this growing group.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOld friends from school, some you’ve not seen in ten years.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMost have some cool costumes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eVampires. Frankenstein. Zombies. Clowns. One guy was JFK with a friend holding a toy rifle behind him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour meeting with Fisher has mostly gone from your mind.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMain word being mostly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou keep seeing her briefly, moving from one group to another.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s talking to her old friends.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAt least those that came.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou have a bad feeling.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMaybe you’re just paranoid.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don’t blame yourself for that.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look to Dwayne.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s smiling and chatting amicably with his old friends.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou met them and knew they somewhat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBen a Badger dressed as a Robber.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTim a Labrador dressed as a vampire.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDavid, a human dressed in a rather good Darth Vader costume.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd finally; “Big Stan”, a Corgi whose coloured his fur green.\u0026nbsp; You don’t get it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAmongst your growing chatting group are some of your own gal pals from school too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen someone else you’d rather forget barges into the conversation.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Well fuckin’ hell!\u0026nbsp; Dwayne Cooper!\u0026nbsp; Long time no fuckin’ see mate!” a boisterous male voice speaks out loudly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe was _not_ Dwayne’s mate.\n\n \n* * *\n\n\\\u003eBe Dwayne Cooper again.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSorry.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e(I know you like being Allison)\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut be Dwayne Cooper again anyway!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe voice you just heard was definitely not your mate.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe voice has changed.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA bit deeper from age.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMore confidant.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou turn and look up.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThere’s a Lion anthro.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMust stand around 6-foot-4.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSlight gut on him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDefined musculature\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s dressed as a Viking.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBastard, that’s a good idea actually.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Adam, long time no see.” You say plainly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWell this meeting was foretold.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison met her bully.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNow you meet with your, attempted but horribly failed, bully.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “How’ve ya been?” he asks and takes your free hand by force.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s shaking and squeezing your hand.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAt least trying to.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou shake back and give a _little_ squeeze back.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHis large grin becomes strained.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou finally crack a smug grin.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAdam takes back his hand when you release it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’ve been well. What about you?” you ask politely.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMight as well have some fun right?\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Oh you know,” he begins and stands straighter.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s about to say something big headed.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Running and maintaining a successful business, all by myself.” He says trying to sound nonchalant.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eVery big headed of him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFrom what you were told he just sells used cars.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSuch a tycoon.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I bet that’s fun.” You brush off his words.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “And ah, what about you Dwayne?” he asks, flashing you a sly grin.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’m a sergeant in the army.” \u0026nbsp;You respond.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Oh, I see, you been killing any innocent Afghanis freedom fighters?” he says as simple as asking the weather.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe has a large smug smile on his face, a cheeky look in his eye.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEveryone around you has differing reactions.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison looks at Adam with shock and disgust.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEveryone else winces or look aghast.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou want to feed him his own balls.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eCut off his smug head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMaul it a bit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGive it to a hungry dog.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSend his severed head back to his mother.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSee if she recognises it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eCalm down Dwayne.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNot here.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Only the ones that shoot at me.” You cooly reply even adding a little grin.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “But hey,” you add before he starts to speak again.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Not everyone can sell used cars, some people like to actually feel proud of their work.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAdam scoffs and laughs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “What’s there to be proud of, everyone knows they’ve got nothing over there, no nukes no shit. Being there, getting our people killed is pointless.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head slowly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “And that’s what you’ll never understand Adam.” You inhale then exhale slowly.\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTake a sip of your drink.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “All you see and get from the news is we’re fighting people in their land, looking for weapons they may or may not have.”\u0026nbsp; You begin with a shrug.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’ll leave that bit for the politicians.” You joke and look around before focussing on the lion again.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “What me and my boys and girls are doing over there Adam, are defending people’s rights.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe opens his mouth to argue.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Women over there have no rights Adam, they just _don’t_. They live to get married and breed.\u0026nbsp; That’s all they are just breeders, they’ve got no rights, they’ve got no lives. Why do you think so many come here?”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour words are getting the attention from those around you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGood.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou continue.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e”And it’s not just the women, it’s the men too.\u0026nbsp; Poor men have few rights, few claims that are his own. The bottom-line Adam is that we put our boots on their ground, we shed our blood on their streets, to try and give hope for a better, fairer future.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look your drink over absentmindedly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “So until I see you put your boots down on their ground, shed your blood there Adam.”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look him in the eye.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Your opinion is _pointless_.” You conclude.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMic drop!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThank you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’ll be here all week.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou stare at him.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHARD!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe staring contest doesn’t last long.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe breaks eye contact, muffles words you’re not repeating under his breath, then walks off.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou allow yourself a self-satisfied smirk.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “On a lighter note!” Dennis’ voice cuts the silence to shreds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe points to someone to your left and you all turn your head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd there he is.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAll six-foot-freaking-bajillion-or whatever of crow.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “MATT KNOB!”\u0026nbsp; You, Dennis and a few old friends cry with joy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe’s dressed as The Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe hears your cries of joy, looks to you and waves.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe whole group of men rush to him with joy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “MAAAATT KNOOOOB! MAAAAAAAAATT KNOOOB!\u0026nbsp; MAAAAATT KNNNOOOOB!”\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou all sing in triumph.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe tall lanky crow laughs and smiles as those with a beak can.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHis girlfriend, Sofia Dunn, rolls her eyes, shakes her head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe’s friends with Rebecca Fisher’s friends so fuck her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMatt Knob certainly did.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNICE!\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Matt Knob!\u0026nbsp; We’ve missed you!” Dennis says with joy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Truly the lads are once more reunited!”\u0026nbsp; You add.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Tis a glorious day!” Ben adds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMatt Knob looks at you in that totally-not-stoner happy way he does.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “I’ve missed you lads too.” He nods as he speaks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Babe, I’m off to find my girls.” Sofia announces then immediately walks off.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe wishes her well and watches her leave.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Why the fuck are you with her?” you can’t help but ask.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMatt Knob, in his usual Matt Knob way just smiles at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “She’s a nice lass when you get to know ‘er.” He replies.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou really don’t want to though.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “’Ere as long as you’re happy mate.” Ben replies.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou and your old friends start talking, catching up and discussing your lives.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThere’s a warm feeling that settles in your heart.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe boys are back together.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’ve missed this.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou guys had been through hell and high water together.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGood times and bad.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSun and snow and rain, and more rain, and bit more sun, and a lot more rain.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMatt Knob, the legend that is he, sells houses and he does a good job of it too.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEven when house prices are flouncing around like a Teletubby.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe makes a decent wage, so he and Sofia together share an apartment.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe works retail.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel sorry for her, almost.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMatt Knob, in all of his vast wisdom, has been contemplating marrying her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis comes with silence.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou all look to one another.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHuman and anthros faces all sharing the same expression.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNO!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNO FOR GOD SHAKES NO!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNO!\n\n \n\n\\\u003eN-you get the idea.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Whatever floats your boat Matt Knob.” Big Stan the Hulk adds quickly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Thanks guys.” Matt Knob, glory be his name, says with a genuine smile.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’ve found during your conversation you’ve made way to the drink and food tables.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re all having more punch.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe rum and vodka spiked bowls making you grimace with the taste.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe other lads are getting too tipsy to notice.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou’re still stone cold sober.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou pull your attention away from the current chat and look around for Allison.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can’t see her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe was just beside you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWasn’t she?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAs David Vader here would say, “I sense shit’s fucked up somewhere”.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou turn back to the lads and excuse yourself, you have a bunny to find.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMatt Knob, the lord of all he surveys, points to over your shoulder.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e “Sorry Dwayne, I could’a swore I saw her goin’ that way with some old friends.” He says.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look to where he’s pointing, to the far end of the hall, where the side doors are open.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAllison wouldn’t do that without giving you a heads up at least.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel a sense of panic well up in your gut.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou down your shit drink and rush to the doors.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou need to save your bunny.","series":{"name":"Home for some Holidays","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1953752-home-for-some-holiday-chapter-1.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2147406-home-for-some-holidays-chapter-3.json"}}