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The following is a work of original gay furotica by me David Bennett. Any characters with the exceptions of Real people, or the characters of Neil, Micah, Khris, Hillary, Lindsay, Collin, and Elijah are my characters. The aforementioned names are characters of Kitsune25 and are used at her permission. You can use my characters if you ask me first.

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Sparky fit right in with our group. The love-play he enjoyed with me was just the icing on the cake that he was. A week had gone by since he had moved in, and aside from sitting on the Internet all day, and chatting with friends on the phone, he didn't do much. I would have opposed this, but he had offered a healthy sized check, so I didn't complain. Sparky and I had formed a very good friendship, just like Rowdy and I. Only, Sparky never left the house, except to practice driving. It was slightly unnerving, but it was all around acceptable.

The months had gone by since my move. It was December, and the rains had come. It was raining this day, but it didn't matter much to me, I was inside...Shopping!

I was at the Wal-Mart not to far from my house, shopping with Rowdy for clothes and for food. We must have looked like the odd couple walking through the store, flirting with one another the way we were, sometimes walking with tails entwined.

And so I found myself, chatting with Rowdy in the women's underwear section, over the shopping cart.

"Honestly...this Nike sports bra would look great on you, and these sport trunks as well!" He said holding a sport bra and bikini bottom combo.

I looked over at him. He was wearing his sneakers and was wearing Portland Fur Traders tank top over some short shorts. Me? I was dressed in an outfit that Neil had bought me as a gift. I was wearing some fancy boots, leather pants, and a leather jacket, with my chest bared.

"I dunno..." I said with a hint of longing. "I'm trying to be practical here, as well as...accommodating..." I said, looking at some normal cotton bras and panties. "Besides, I have 3 work out uniforms already."

Rowdy made an "oh yeah" face and set the outfit aside. "Well, how about this silk nightie?" He said, holding up a wonderful silk nightie of dark purple. I almost drooled at the sight of it. I had never seen something so wonderful. It was like a women's 1-piece bathing suit, but meant for sleep. I licked my lips and reached out and sampled the material...it was softer than the breath of a newborn.

"H-how much?"

Rowdy checked the price, and made a hissing sound. "Eww...18 bucks man."

I smiled. "Well, then I'll just go without a few beers...that nightie is too much to pass up!" I said, clutching it to me as if it were my child. I sighed and lowered the garment into my cart, as an elderly couple watched me. I glared at them. "What?" I asked as they snapped back to reality and went about their business.

"Hey Renee sweetheart, I was wondering, should I wear bras and panties again? You know, not just for sex...I mean like you do...in place of men's underwear." He said, gesturing to the lingerie around us. I looked at him, and shrugged.

"I'm sure it would make quite the stir in your locker room. Aren't you worried of getting the shit kicked out of you?" I asked, starting to push the cart out of the section, Rowdy following.

"It wouldn't really happen ya' know? I can hold my own. Anyway look at me, team captain, and have been ever since I started playing. You think that our team would really throw away its shot at a championship just because I like to dress odd?"

I thought on that. Sometimes hate runs deep, but other times, money and greed runs deeper, and there are ways to play on that. Rowdy had figured out one of the only ways around the homophobia that was still present in the present day's work force.

"No, I suppose they wouldn't. Now if you want to go and buy some, go ahead. I have Christmas shopping to do."

Rowdy nodded and headed back the way we came, and I headed over to electronics. There I browsed through various things as gifts. For Asher, I bought him some of his favorite movies on DVD. For Chong, I bought him some movies as well...only they were not as wholesome as Asher's. I got Chong the entire Cheech & Chong collection, and Odyssey 2001. Now why Odyssey you may ask? I bought it for that ending sequence, when Dave travels through time, the long trippy one that is good to watch when stoned.

For Rowdy, I headed over to the sporting goods, and bought him some new Blackball sneakers, and a practice blackball. The thing had to way 30 pounds. I hadn't a clue how they did it.

I moved over to the automotive section, and bought Sparky some special performance oil and spark plugs. Even Sparky hadn't been in the "family" long, he was still one of us.

I thought of who I was missing, and then I remembered I hadn't bought Bob his present! I walked over to the pet-care section, and browsed. I found myself looking at the leashes and collars lovingly, but then I remembered that they weren't for me, so I put a nice studded one into the bin, and grabbed a matching black leash. He then knew what else Bob liked; he loved liver cuts. I the next isle was the canned food. Towards the end was the more expensive; including the liver cuts that Bob adored so much. I walked over and found a can...5.97 a can. It didn't fail to boggle me why I didn't buy this for him more often. I tossed four cans into the cart, and saw Rowdy coming with a set of bags. I covered up his gift, and smiled as he arrived.

"So, how'd you make out?" He asked, gesturing to the haul in the cart. I smiled and patted him.

"Just fine sweetie, but we have to get going, it's raining pretty damn hard out there. Here's the keys to the car, go and bring it around will ya?" I asked. Rowdy pouted and placed his hands on his hips.

"No fair, I wanted to be here to see you buy that stuff." He said, pointing to the vast array of trinkets that I had stored in my cart. I laughed and shook my head, my braided hair moving with me.

"No, you just want to get a peek at what I bought you. For all you know, I didn't buy you anything." I said.

Just then, he wrapped his arms around me, and pressed his muzzle to mine. My eyes darted open, but then I gave an appreciating moan and melted into it, and kissed him. Rowdy, like always, had a skill that was hard to touch when it came to kissing. His tongue entered me, and began to taste at me, as I held him loosely around his waist. People around us were staring, I knew...but it didn't matter...most of them didn't know us anyway.

Before the kiss could last forever, he broke it and smiled. "I just needed that, you looked like you did too." He said as he gave my leather-clad ass a very firm squeeze. I gave a light yerf of pleasure and placed a hand on his chest.

"Come on Rowdy...we have to get going. You can frisk me later." I said pleasantly. He nodded, and reached out for the keys. I handed him the keys to the "family" car. Sparky, had allowed us all to use his car, an original 1988 Ford LTD. The car was a former police vehicle, so it had the maximum performance engine for its time. I was able to take corners so well in this car, and I loved how it handled.

Rowdy took the keys and left as I walked towards the checkout isles...a pair of teenagers walking behind me. They were all "bagged" out, or they were dressed in baggy clothes that were so baggy, my entire apartment full of men could have fit into their pants and we still would have had room to conga. I think that one of the teenagers was one of the people that had witnessed Rowdy and I kiss. I let my ears go back as I heard them whispering.

"...Yeah he was fag'n out on another guy in the pets section..."

"...Tongues and all? Damn..."

"...Then the other one grabs his ass, and he didn't even sock him. Don't make sense..."

"...Fuckin fags, we outta-"

With my keen martial arts abilities, I span on my boot to face them. They jumped back a step. A set of labs. I looked none to pleased at them as they sneered back.

"You ought to what?" I asked.

There was a moment of silence, before one of the two mustered up some guts. "Shut up fag, this isn't your thing..."

I looked closer at them. One was decked out in Lakers gear, and the other was decked out in Yankees gear. The one in the Yankees gear seemed to be the one in charge.

"I don't appreciate being talked to that way," I began calmly and rationally. "You two should mind your tongues before I rip them from your mouth." I said, pointing at them. Some bystanders looked on, listening to our conflict. I didn't have a clue what people were thinking, but the situation wasn't the best the one could have asked for.

"And you fags should stop being fags before I cut off your dick and mail it to your momma!" The Lakers hood said. The crowd was now almost entirely focused on us now. That one cut me deep, but I could cut deeper.

"No, don't you think that it would be better if you mailed it to your mother? After all I'm the one bangin' her in the ass every night cause your father's too lazy to work; unless you consider having sex with me all day work. Oh yeah...your father left his underwear on the floor next to my bed, you might want to tell him to come and get it, it's got a rather nasty skid mark on the back ya know?" I said, making a little "ya know" facial gesture.

"WHY YOU!" The Yankees hood screamed as he threw back the hood on his thick jacket and charged me. I then went squat and when he got close, fired off a couple Lee punches to his ribs, and then gave him a thrust kick to the chest, which sent him back. My fits connected with what felt like a jellied ham...hardly any muscle at all. The Hood went down in a heap, struggling for breath. Meanwhile the other hood pulled out a switchblade and charged me as well. He lunged at me, making a few slashes at my face, but I dodged it easily. I then gabbed his left hand holding the blade with my right, and twisted with my left, to bring him into a flip and disarmed him. I then grabbed the knife and twirled it into my own and kneeled upon the teen's chest, pointing the knife at him. The audience clapped in approval. I smiled and winked at an older woman standing behind me.

"Now...kiss and make up!" I said. The male looked like he had just swallowed a toad, but he leaned up and kissed my lips once. Everyone was laughing and clapping louder. Just then, as I held him, I saw stuff in his coat. Merchandise. I pulled out a few magazines, CD's, shoes, and candy and soda. I left him there, dazed and confused as store security came to pick them up. The store manager then approached me and told me that I could take everything in my cart home for free because I had help catch the two worst shoplifters in the store's history. I told him thank you, and was on my way. Outside, Rowdy was waiting in the Black LTD, tapping his watch, I groaned and ran to the car, and opened the back door, and tossed my bags onto the seat and ran around to the passenger side door, and hopped in. Rowdy sighed as we pulled away and headed home.

"What kept you?" He asked. I shrugged.

"It's Wal-Mart..."

"Good point." He said, looking out at the road ahead of us. The rain was still coming down hard. I sighed and preened at my chest fur.

"Well, that takes care of the Christmas shopping. Now all we have to do is get this stuff home so I can wrap it." I said, looking at the stuff in the back seat through the rear-view mirror.

"But Renee lover...I thought you never used protection." He said with a smile. It took a second to realize the pun, but I gave him a light sock in the arm.

"You know what I mean. When I say ?wrap it' I didn't mean my cock...jeez. And of course I don't need to use protection...I don't screw women." I told him. He laughed and changed lanes.

"Ok, alright. Anyway, Isn't your movie filming this week?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yup."

He swallowed once, and wet his lips. "The feral one?"

I nodded again. "Uh huh."

"Wow...that's like...an animal man." He said, shuddering. I turned and looked at him.

"Oh come now. The ferals are our cousins...it would be more practical to get all flabberghasted if I were a human...but no...ferals are cousins to us, so it's ok."

There was a silence for a few minutes. Rowdy seemed to be thinking on something. "You don't...rape them do you?"

I shook my head. "No, that is illegal. Ferals are treated just like us, any sexual contact has to be consensual."

Rowdy nodded as we made a left hand turn. "But...how do you know they want it ya know?" He asked softly.

"It's long and complicated...better not worry yourself. I'm the one doing the movie anyway. You don't have a thing to worry about."

Rowdy shook his head. "Look I do worry about you. What if someone we know sees those tapes huh? What if Felcher sees them."

I scoffed. "Unless he's browsing through some very exclusive video stores on a regular basis...I doubt he'll see them."

"No I meant your copy."

I was about to say something, but I held my tongue. That was a good point. I kept at least one copy of every movie I have ever done as a record of who I'd slept with and what I was doing. What if Fletcher got it in that corrupt mind of his to search my house one day? If he knew I was a porn star...I'd be finished.

"Well...Felcher will just have to go without seeing it now wont he?"

"Yes. I worry about you Renee. You know we all love you...Neil especially. You two have something really special and I'd hate to see you lose that just because of that asshole. Just be careful alright?"

I was surprised; this was a lot of compassion and insight for Rowdy. I reached over and took his hand into mine and held it. He looked over at me for a second, and smiled as I looked at him.

"I love you too. You guys are my best friends." I said, squeezing his hand. He gave it a reassuring squeeze back and kept driving.

"Happy Holidays Renee...and yeah, you're my best friend too."

We arrived about 5 minutes later, parking in the underground garage. Rowdy had to get to practice, so I left the car with the presents, and took the elevator up to my level, with a happy grin on my face. I looked at my reflection in the elevator doors and smiled at myself.

When the door opened, I nearly gasped. There was a black wolf with skull-like face paint on, and wearing a white top hat, silk overcoat, and white pants. I jumped, for a moment I didn't know what I was looking at. Then the wolf held out his hand and smiled.

"Whoa...sorry about that." He said in a Cajun accent. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you were Baron Someidei." I said, holding my hand over my chest.

"Oh no, just trying to look like him. Must have done a good job, nes pas?"

"Yes..." I said, starting to smile again.

"Hey, you are that morning star person I hear the Tate le Mason talking about. So...you worship ze great Lucifer?" He said, stepping into the elevator.

"Yes." I said, gesturing to the inverted cross that hung from a necklace around my neck. The male gave a great hearty smile and patted my shoulder.

"Tres Bien, I knew that I liked ya. Dat Felcher needs a good blast of my Voodoo, I'll tell you what." Said the male, shaking his head.

I set down my bags and folded my arms. "Yeah, there were times I thought about performing a dark spell on him, but I figured that it wouldn't be worth it. To be honest, when I go to hell I don't want him in there with me." I said grumbling.

"Through Voodoo, there are ways to make him suffah...I'll tell you. He will never have that same Juno se qua again."

I nodded. "Damn right. Now, why don't you like him?" I asked. The Voodoo wolf shrugged and made a very frustrated face gesture.

"I don't know really. First I thinks its cause I am bisexual, and then I thinks it's cause of my worship. I cannot tell anymore. I just want to live my life." He sighed.

"Yeah...I hear that. Say it's been really nice meeting you. I'm in 232 if you ever want to drop by, but I really have to-"

But before I could finish, the man gasped and pointed at me. "You're the fox from 232 I saw in my vision this morning! Oh please misseuer," He paused to get my name, I said it. "Renee, please don't go into your home...you won't like what's waiting in your petite mason."

I didn't like the sounds of this. I had nothing but respect for one's visions, but practically, I had to go home eventually.

"Um I appreciate the warning, really I do, but I need to get home."

The male then extended his hands and placed them on my chest he then looked into my eyes, as if he cared for me. I was getting a little annoyed...I had to get home.

"Please let go of-"

"Sorry to have to do this but, KADEM SHI HAH!" He shouted. And then, as if I had been hit by duel sledgehammers in the chest...I went down quickly, gasping for air...and then blacked out.

"MORNINGSTAR!"

I groaned...my head was swimming...I didn't know where I was. For some reason, the tattoo on my chest burned as if it was fresh. I swore I smelled blood, and burning flesh. I couldn't see yet...but an angry voice was calling my name.

"Wh-who? Wha?" I asked.

"Good, we have him." Came another voice.

"Heart rate 55, blood pressure 89 over 40. Breathing has returned to normal."

What? Was I dead?

My eyes came to a focus, and I saw 3 EMT workers standing around me. My jacket was off, and my pants were unzipped and partway opened. The EMTs were all Collies, each one just as kind and gentle as the next. I had an oxygen mask on my face, and a heart monitor hooked up to me. I swore I felt an IV in my left arm as well.

"Is he up yet?" Came that sarcastic voice.

"Mr. Fletcher we've asked you several times to leave us alone or we'd have you arrested. Now leave us be!" Barked one of the collies who's crotch was right next to my face. In my delirium I had an urge to nuzzle at it, but he pain my body was too much. What had happened? My mouth tasted like blood, and my ribcage felt like someone had used it like a xylophone. Breathing was painful, and every heartbeat felt as if a knife was embedded in it.

"You listen to me you overpaid glorified nurses, this man caused a scene in my lobby, and there was over 10,000 dollars of damage done when those kids ran and knocked over my Ming Vases. He should be the one going to jail for inciting a riot! He-"

Just as I saw Fletcher, I looked behind him. A fourth collie had stood behind him with a syringe, and had injected it into his neck. Fletcher went down in a heap, out cold.

"Thanks Pete, how much tranquilizer did you give him?" Asked the Collie with his crotch next to my head on the ground.

Pete, the fourth one whom had just knocked out the jackass rabbit, Looked stumped as he investigated the needle in his hands.

"I think you whispered something about 50 cc's"

The collie shot straight up, his crotch actually touching my ear. I don't think he intended that, but it was comforting. I think I smiled.

"What? I said 15 cc's...not 50!" He shouted. "He's going to be in a coma for a week!"

"Opps." Was all the fourth collie could say while the other two laughed.

"Hey, I think our victim here's sweet on your groin there Rob."

"Huh? Oh ? erm ? I see you're conscious." He said, scooting back a little bit from the bed I was on. There was another fit of laughter from the men as I myself laughed, painful as it was. When the laughter had died down, I looked to the closest, and talked to him through the mask.

"What happened?"

The male leaned in and snapped his fingers. The other doctors moved in, and removed my pants and panties, leaving me naked. The collie on my left gave a wink as I looked back to the one on my right, and I could feel that my body was being touched. I felt in the back of my head somewhere, this is the part of the porno where I take off the mask and say, "It's a miracle, I'm cured" and then the doctors and I have raunchy sex all over the ER. But, as perverted as my mind was, that didn't change the fact that the chances of that happening were next to none. The only thing remotely sexual going on was the full body massage from the Collie on my left.

The Collie then looked down at me and smiled. "Well we found you in a rather terrible state. You were...near death."

I thought on it for a moment...and then remembered...someone had touched my chest...and said something...a spell?

"My chest hurts..." I said, playing the fool. The Collie on my right turned his back to the other, but kept eye contact with me. As if some signal had been given...my cock was touched. The male that was massaging me...was now stroking my naked cock. I closed my eyes and groaned. "No...don't touch me...no..."

"Shh. Don't worry, we're doctors...we'll make you feel much better. John...get the restraints."

Before I could ask, the third EMT grabbed some restraints, ran to the bed, and tied me down before I could protest. The men then took the mask off my face. Their faces were full of lust. I looked around in fear...I had been in this position before with my satanic buddies when I was 11, they were 25; I was their sex boi...often being tied up like this to please them. I tried to call for help, but a gag was inserted into my mouth...and my erection was being sucked now by one of the men.

"I have been waiting for someone like you for a long time. I would have let you continue to nuzzle me of course...but I couldn't give the impression that you were safe now, could I?" He said, dropping his scrubs. The rest followed suit, and I suddenly felt something enter my ass. It was cold, and very moist. One of the others had lubed up his finger and was lubing me up. I shook my head in protest and closed my eyes. Just then, someone climbed into my bed, and mounted me. His cock was too big for me at that moment, and I felt definite tearing. I bit into my gag as he laid his body across mine and humped deep into me. I wanted it all to end, I wanted it to end...I was being raped.

But...then I opened my eyes up, and I wasn't in the hospital room anymore. I was laying on the ground of the elevator, receiving CPR from Sparky. Sparky looked at me and pulled off, as if we had been kissing, and kneeled beside me on my right. Around the room, I saw Neil, Micah, Khris, and Sparky. What had happened? Were they the ones that I saw? Was that vision just me coming out of my delirium?

"He's commin about mates..." Said Khris, looking down at me with concern. He and I were dressed the same, only he had on a black tank top with an inverted pink triangle on it. Micah was wearing a maroon silk button-down shirt, a white t-shirt, and some light brown khaki pants with dress shoes. Neil was wearing a blue button-up shirt, which was closed, some matching blue khaki slacks, and some black shoes. Sparky was wearing nothing but a towel, as if he was in the shower or something.

"Can you tell me your name?" Sparky said clearly and properly. I blinked a few times, and tried to sit up a little. Like before, my tattoo stung like it had just been done. There was something odd about my tattoo. I knew my name, so I turned to Sparky and grimaced as I tried to sit up.

"Renee ?Ne-ne' Morningstar; 3'rd degree black belt, teacher at the Pink Lotus Dojo, star of Adam & Steve films." I said. They all looked about with relief.

"How many cocks am I holding up?" Said Sparky, who lifted the front of his towel, just enough that I could see it. I saw the expressions of those in the elevators rise to one of interest and pleasure. I looked, and saw that odd but ever-so-wonderful cock of Sparky dangling there.

"MINE!" I said as I thrust a hand towards it. Sparky had tremendous reflexes and dexterity, as he lept up to a stand and backwards before my hand had even connected.

"He's alright!" Said Neil. "Thank Gods."

Neil leaned down and cradled me. I leaned up and kissed at him. "I love you so much Neil." The two of us held one another for a few minutes...before, we had never held one another so tight...now we were inseparable.

"I love you too Renee...more than I can ever say...I'm so sorry for you...I can understand..." He said, as if he knew something I didn't

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I think we should take you inside..." Said Micah. "Before Fletcher catches Sparky out here like that.

"Yeah...lets get you inside...that's a good mate..." Khris said as I was helped to a stand, and I carried my bags into my living room.

They gave me about half an hour to adjust. Sparky threw on a simple pair of skintight denim pants of very light blue, and nothing more. He looked stressed, but why I didn't know. I turned, and Khris, Micah and Neil had all pulled chairs around the couch in which I lay, Sparky leaning up against the TV. I wondered why he didn't sit with the others?

"Renee sweetheart?" Khris began.

"Yes?"

"We want to let you know, that we are here for you. Sparky called us...and we hurried over immediately. Know that you have us as your friends."

"Yeah, that's right. Come on, I mean, we're all mates here...we share everything...even body fluids sometimes." Said Micah casually.

"Um...we haven't made love yet." Said Neil

Khris waved it off and looked at him. "That's not what he meant...anyway...the thing is that we are here for you."

I started to get very worried. What had happened? How long was I in that elevator? I thought of a million things to ask, but all that came out was,

"Ok..."

Neil scooted closer, and took my hand into his. I looked up...the look that was on his face was unmistakable...he was in love...and cared for me as a love. My boyfriend...it felt good to be able to think that. Just then, the front door opened...and someone I would have never thought in the world to come over to my house opened. It was Jeice! Jeice was dressed in pair of white vynal pants, and a black skintight sleeveless, high necked shirt. He looked concerned as well.

"Hey Jeice, glad you could join us...he really needs us all here." Said Micah.

"I came as soon as you called. I was at work when I received the message to come down. How long has he been up?" Jeice asked as he walked over, pulling his own chair up.

"About 40, 50 minutes perhaps..." Said Sparky, still leaning against the wall.

"Good." Said Jeice, sitting down. I remembered where Jeice worked all of a sudden...he worked at Adam & Steve Studios as one of the hair stylists when he himself wasn't filming. His entire work world was the pornographic arts. I smiled weakly...the aura on each one of them was rather bleak.

"Renee?" Khris said, leaning in a little.

"Yeah?"

"Sparky has some news to tell you. This is terrible for him, because he had to receive the message, but he insisted that he be the one to tell you."

"Oh god..." I said, invoking the name of the one I refused to ever invoke...

The others picked up on my use of the word "God", knowing full well that I was satanic, and generally hated Christ. They made their own signs that they were surprised. Neil squeezed my hand tighter, Micah shifted in his chair; Khris gave his tail a sharp wag, Sparky lowered his head, letting his chin rest against his chest, and Jeice gave his fingers an involuntary drum roll on his pant leg.

"What...happened?" I asked, softly and quietly.

Sparky looked down at the floor still...and inhaled deeply. "No BS? Like we discussed guys?" He asked, his tail hanging limp behind him. They boys all nodded, Neil scooting off his chair, and sitting with me on the couch, cradling me. Sparky now moved over and sat in the chair, staring at the floor.

"I'm so sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but...your...your..." He said, trailing off. Neil was cradling me, but I wanted to lean forward and ask him what was going on. Instead I just cuddled deeper into Neil, ready for the imminent news.

"Come on...he's going to have to know..." Said Khris

"Yes, sad to say." Agreed Jeice.

Sparky gave a light sob and then gave a deep inhalation, before speaking. "You're parents are dead."

What? That couldn't be...how...how could he? How dare Sparky say something like this after everything that had just happened?

I tried to stand up quickly, but Neil was holding me down...or trying to.

"NO! T-THEY C-CAN'T BE!" I shouted, trying desperately to stand. Khris leaped upon the pair of us and helped to hold me down, as Jeice moved in as well. I tried to do whatever I could to get at Sparky...as if I wanted to kill him...or at least wanted to get away in a hurry.

"Calm down mate!" Grunted Khris.

"We know it's hard..." Said Jeice.

"Please darling...calm down for me..." Said Neil.

"NO THEY CAN'T BE DEAD! I TALKED TO THEM ON THE PHONE THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY!" I shouted...tears starting to well up. How could they be dead...I had just made up with mother...and father I was only on bad terms with because of mother? Why would fate deal me this bad card now?

"They are dead..." Sniffed Sparky. "I got the call earlier. Your Mother was found raped in her bed...spread eagle and restrained to the bed. She hadn't had her surgery yet, so her heart gave out. Your father was given a lethal dose of Sodium Ambasohl...he died nearly instantly." Said sparky.

I tried to claw at anyone...I had to get away...I had to...I...I...they...I...they...they...they were dead? They...Mommy...and...daddy... were dead? No, It couldn't...it can't...it...Sparky has to be...but...Neil...Khris...others...it...must...be...true.

I collapsed, and fell crying into them. As if on cue, Jeice and Khris let me go. It wouldn't be for a week that I found out that they had Khris and Jeice there because they were my two strongest friends that were available. Asher and Rowdy would have been better yes...but they weren't around.

So I cried...for hours...and hours. I don't even remember today when I had stopped crying. But by then, everyone was there. Asher, Chong, Bob, Rowdy, Sparky, Neil, Khris, Micah, Jeice, and even Lt. Mitchell. An endless supply of coffee had been brewed, and I had been given a few beers to calm myself. It was so nice to have all my friends here to calm me.

"Well, just think...they went to where they wanted to go..." Jeice tried to console. I scoffed...and stared at the neck of my bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Bah, don't you know anything? Murder victims go to hell first...so that way when the murders get there, they can face the wrath of who they killed." I said softly.

Lt. Mitchell sifted his weight in his chair. "But how do you know they didn't just go straight to heaven?" He asked. "You never know." He said optimistically.

I narrowed my eyes at him and moved my tail about a fraction of an inch. "Because Mitchell, that's the way thins go. Murder victims, and abortions all go to hell..."

Khris looked at me with an unbelieving gaze "Come now...how can that be. Why would God allow such things?" Khris asked.

I laughed now...how amusing. "Exactly! Why would god allow such things. Why would he allow my parents to die...why would he allow my birth mother to leave me in a toilet to drown...why would he allow that huh?" I asked...becoming cynical.

"Honey...honey baby...please don't be so mad. You've gone through a terrible loss...it pains me to see you like this." Whispered Neil.

Everyone in the room nodded. Neil buried his face into my chest...my tattoo still tingled. I now knew why. My tattoo had some kind of power, but I didn't know what. When that Voodoo priest cast that spell on me, he must have meant to only knock me out, rather than send me into a vision. Perhaps my tattoo had the power to show me what is happening to someone I cared about when they were in grave danger, or perhaps not.

"Look...there's something I want to tell you all." I began. "I love you all. Thanks."

All around me there were matched murmurs of love. Not a single person in the room had a bad word to say.

"MORNINGSTAR!" Came the familiar shout of Felcher.

Well...at least everyone inside.

"What the fuck do you want asshole?" I shouted at the door.

"YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! I'M THROWING THE BOOK AT YOU THIS TIME! NO ONE THROWS A PARTY IN MY BUILDING!" Shouted Fletcher as he started bang on the door of the apartment. Everyone looked at me as I recoiled further into the couch, much like I used to recoil during my beatings at Otto's. Lt. Mitchell stood up and moved through my sea of friends towards the door. For a moment, he and Chong exchanged a look. Chong...for the first time I had ever known him...was sober and thinking clearly. He looked "normal". Lt. Mitchell smiled at him and headed towards the door, adjusting the pants on his police uniform.

"IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW MORNINGSTAR YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE EVER CONCIEVED! IF YOU DON'T OPEN THE DOOR I'M CALLING THE-" Shouted Fletcher as the door was opened by Mitchell. I doubt that anywhere in the twisted mind of Fletcher did he ever think that the door was going to be opened by a police officer. Fletcher's face fell from one of rage to one of disappointment and shock. "-Cops..." He said quietly, Mitchell putting both of his hands on the doorframe in a foreboding gesture.

"Is there a problem here Mr. Fletcher? You seem to be distressed over something. Tell us won't you, tell us what has you so distressed that you feel the need to violate the peace in this room?" Said Mitchell calmly and peacefully.

Fletcher just looked as if he had swallowed a beetle. He gulped and lowered the fist he was using to pound with, and ran a hand over his ears. "Um ? err ? I was just...under the impression that ? um ? there were a lot of men coming into this room...so I...assumed...he was throwing a party."

Mitchell shrugged and with one hand, led Fletcher a step inside. I saw him, gazing out at all the men surrounding me. I cringed deeper into the couch, and hid. Neil hugged me tight in a protective gesture, looking at Fletcher with pure loathing.

"As you can see sir, there is no ?party' going on in here. We are here to console Renee, who has just lost both of his parents in a gruesome manor, no more than a week or so after making up with them. Quite literally, he is an orphan now Mr. Fletcher. So unless you want to break us up, I suggest that you leave...before I show you a little bit of that LAPD brutality that everyone thinks we have." Mitchell warned.

Khris stood up and grabbed at his package in a mocking gesture. "Aye. Why don't you go bugger off you keen ten wanker..."

Micah nodded. "Yeah, why don't you take a long walk off a short pier?"

Asher stood up and flipped off Fletcher. "Hey Felcher...you're number one."

Rowdy pulled the front of his shorts down, revealing his wolfhood. All he did was blow a kiss.

Neil nuzzled me a little bit. "Yeah, the number one git of the year."

Jeice stood now and faced him. "I've never met you and all I know is that if I saw you getting your face shaved off by a belt sander...I wouldn't mind putting that on tape just so I could watch that and show it to my nephew and show him what happens to assholes."

Fletcher looked around the room to the rest. Sparky stepped out, shook his head his way. "You don't even deserve to have me tell you to kiss my ass, because in my culture that's a compliment. Why don't you take an unleaded bath and light yourself a victory cigar you inconsiderate bastard?" Sparky said in that voice of his. "I hope I see you on turn 3...I wouldn't mind turning you into a little grease splotch on the fairway." He grumbled as he stepped aside to let Chong through.

"Hey...and people say I'm fucked up."

Everyone in the room nodded and made murmurs of agreement. Chong was about as fucked up as a being could get, and to place Fletcher below him was a major insult. Bob, since he couldn't speak English, just barked and growled. Fletcher, adjusted the tie he was wearing, and lowered his ears.

"Err ? fine ? carry on." Fletcher said as he closed the door and walked away. Everyone in the room was looking at me, still crouching in fear.

"Renee honey...he's gone. You can stop cowering now." Neil whispered.

It took a lot more coaxing, and another few beers, but eventually I was as back to normal as you could get. I was about ready to ask Neil to come with me to bed, when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Said Rowdy, flexing his muscles as he walked to the door. He took the handle into his hand, and gave it a slow turn, but pulled it open in such a blinding speed that it scared us all. There was an Otterling behind the door, with two bags next to him. He jumped a little bit and held up his hands in defense.

"Hey...who is it?" I asked...not able to see through everyone standing up.

"I don't know. Some Otter wearing sky blue denim cover-alls with the sleeves torn off..."

"Jicentia!" Shouted Sparky as he pushed past everyone, and pulled this Otter inside, slammed the door shut, and fell to the floor, kissing this male. It took us all of about three seconds to realize that this man must have been his husband. We all awed at the sight of them, and I leaned in at the perfect moment, and kissed Neil, wrapping our lips round one another. It was what I needed. My spirits were instantly lifted...and I was back to normal.

When the kiss was broke, everyone was introducing themselves to Jicentia. He was a kind man. He was down to earth, handsome, and polite as hell. When he had made his intros, he came over to Neil and me.

"Neil." Neil said at short, smiling at the male.

I extended my hand, and he took it. He shook with the most polite handshake that I had ever felt, but it had some power behind it. He looked down at me, and he had that twinkle in his eye that only a gay could have. I have it too...only you cannot ever see your own.

"Renee, Renee Morningstar."

"Jicentia Debarough." He said in a very deep voice, though he had a different accent. He sounded like Rowdy...as if he too were from Portland. "Nice to meet you."

"Yes. Sparky's told me a little about you." Neil said softly.

"I don't doubt it," Said Jicentia with a smile. "He's always bragging about me when we're on-circuit. We're the yin and yang...him and I. I'm his pit crew chief...he's the driver. We're the best team anyone's seen on and off Nascar. Not only that, we're one hell of a team in bed." He said...folding his arms in satisfaction.

"Oh Renee...I think you're going to love this one." Came one of my friends.

"Hell! I call dibs on his ass when Renee's done!" Came another.

"Hey he's my husband..." Began Sparky. There was an expected silence before he spoke again. "I call next after Asher."

And then...we laughed, and the group dispersed. I needed to go to bed soon, but, on Sparky's orders, Jicentia took me somewhere where I could get to know him better.

"Well, here it is Renee." Said Jicentia

"Oh wow...I had no clue they were this impressive up close!"

"Yeah...they are a lot bigger and tougher when you get them right under your nose like this."

"Tell me about it. I've seen a million in my life time, but none like this...not a one even comes close."

"You sure? I would have thought you would have seen one by now."

"Well yeah like I've said, I've seen a million of them...but nothing like this."

"I bet you like what you see...eh?"

"Oh hell yes."

"You want to touch it?"

"You mean...I can touch it?" I said, giggling.

"Of course...that's what it's here for."

I reached out...and touched..."Oh wow...it's so smooth!"

"Yeah...it can do amazing things when it wants to."

"Oh I don't disagree, but I bet you don't just play around with this thing...I mean, you don't just fiddle with it?" I asked.

Jicentia laughed. "No, you should never fiddle around with one of these...it should be serious when you are dealing with this...and never do it alone."

I nodded. "Definitely...I've learned that lesson the hard way."

There was a pause, and I whipped some sweat from my brow. "So you know how to use one?"

"Me? A little. Mainly I have someone else in charge of the responsibility."

Jicentia clicked his tongue in disappointment and shook his head. "You have to take charge sometimes. You have to say ?I want to be in the drivers seat sometime...' and then you will get to really be in charge of one of these little babies."

"I hope."

"So, where's yours? I was hoping it wouldn't just be me showing this to you all day."

"Oh...I don't have one..."

"What? I don't know anyone that doesn't."

"Well I don't."

"Wow...so tell me...you do like what you see? I don't get many compliments."

"It's beautiful."

"I bet you want to kiss it." Jicentia said with a laugh.

"I would, but I'm worried about getting grease or something on my lips."

"Naw...if you kiss in the right spot you won't get dirty."

"Oh...ok."

I leaned forward...and planted my lips on the object mere inches from my lips. I pulled back and opened my eyes, and smiled, liking what I saw. Jicentia placed his hands on me from behind.

"It is a lovely car isn't it?"

"Yeah...I can't believe I just kissed one."

Heh...bet you thought I was talking of something else...didn't ya...perverts.

I was crouching in the garage of what could be called "Team Rainbow". It was nearing Dawn, and Jicentia was showing me the new team car. It as a beauty all right.

"I love it. Thank you for taking me out here. You are so sweet."

I looked at him. The otter was about 6-3, and had a very thin build like Sparky. His body had very light brown fur, he had it shaved off. His hair however, was long and back in a braid like mine, and under a black leather cowboy hat. On the brim was a rainbow colored liner. He was still dressed in the coveralls.

"You're welcome. Hey...you know what? Usually Sparky and I do this for luck...but how about you help me christen the new car?"

I cooed...and looked at him. "How so?"

He reached up, and unzipped the front of the cover-alls...which now covered...nothing. He stood naked now before me...and I was amazed at what I saw. He too had an ?outside the body' cock. My mouth watered...and I had no time to realize...that before I knew it I had stepped out of my clothes, climbed onto the hood, and was fucking him.

We went on, from dawn until noon...getting to know one another...and...since it's bad luck not to make love in a new house...I suppose it was good luck to make love on the hood of a new car. I knew, that this man would fit in well...in the family.