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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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"Neil's 'Popping' Question"

Things had calmed down since Sparky's victory. Sparky was a real sweetheart and had the checkered flag he had won framed, and gave it to me as a gift. I loved it! I hung it on the wall next to my Satan worshiping corner, adding a little bit of color to the area.

Sparky's Morale had never been better. He was as cheerful as anything when he awoke in the morning, and he was always in a good mood when he was getting ready to sleep. Jicentia was sleeping much better as well, actually being able to rest and go to bed without the lectures that were often times stressful on all of us. Now that Sparky was back on the circuit, back behind the wheel and in charge of his own self-doubt, we all could live our lives how we wanted.

Me? I was working Karate class...doubles. With the possibility of a proverbial world gang war on the horizon, parents of local queer youth and even straight youth were coming to my dojo, to make sure that no one's child would get taken advantage of. Quite possibly the parent's biggest worries were that the children might get caught in some cross fire. Fortunately, I was able to teach them some middle to long range dodging techniques, and some close-range disarming maneuvers. The kids were doing great. I wasn't.

"...(Pant) Ok kids...now to finish up, lets all do 30 high kicks, and then about 50 straight punches." I said, after throughly exhausting myself, demonstrating with Micah and Khris how to fend off two attackers at once. Khris was nursing his left shoulder a little, but Micah was hopping in place a little, much like a boxer before battle. I looked a Micah, his skinny "nerdy" body looking very attractive...in a sweaty/working out kind of way. He had those goggle glasses strapped on, and wearing his fighting Gi with his pants. Khris was wearing some denim shorts and a black tank top which was darkened with sweatlines. The arctic fox was athletic, and very proud of his ability to be active, but this was strenuous on all of us. I stood in my normal short fighting top, my sports bra and my long fighting pants, my feet all taped up. The kids were all doing as instructed, counting off each kick. It was the last class of the week, and it was new years eve, and it was around noon. We had been training and fighting since six that morning, and I was throughly exhausted.

As I stood there, I started to worry about the kids. They were all like...mine, I felt that they my kids, so I felt responsible. I looked about the room, and had an idea. I wanted to do something impressive for them as a morale booster before I left. I gave a smile as my eyes traced over to the corner. There, were some concrete cinder blocks in the corner, the kind used when you want to break them. I called for them to face me when they were all finished.

"Kids, I want to leave you all with a little demonstration. Would you assist me guys?" I asked, pointing to the blocks. Micah and Khris understood, and walked over, picking up the blocks and helping me to set them up. I then had the class move around me, several different species all gathering around. Micah and Khris stood at my side and watched. I remembered the world record being somewhere in the mid to high 20s, I wasn't going anywhere near that. I had 10 set up. I then started to prepare myself, and told them all that it was a game of concentration, and precision. I told them that the game was not that of strength, but of intelligence. Somewhere a kid made the wisecrack that if it was a game of intelligence then I should forfeit because I might have ended up hurt. I sighed and went into my stance, and punched.

The concrete was completely sundered beneath my fist. Normally my feet would have done this, but I wanted to prove a point. The blocks were pebbles when my fist finished. Everyone gasped and applauded. I didn't even feel the pain from the impact thanks to my disciplines. I sighed and faced the direction of the boy who had talked down to me. The boy looked half scared and half cocky. I smirked and walked towards him.

"Tell me, where in the teachings of the great warriors does it say to insult your master who teaches you graciously, and gives up his precious time." I said in a sly tone. The boy, was big. He was a young elephant type of youth. He had more pudge than muscle, and that could be lethal to someone of his species. He had some small tusks growing in, and looked like someone who thought he owned the world. He folded his flabby arms and looked at me with disdain.

"It says that because my dad is paying for you to teach me, I can say whatever the hell I want. You ?aint so good of a teacher anyway...my dad can afford to buy the greatest fighters." The boy said matter-of-factually.

I narrowed my eyes and gave my tail a couple of shakes. "Look here. I don't appreciate your attitude. I work my ass off to teach you young kids how to fight, and it does say in the teachings that there is a little thing called respect." I told him. The boy snickered and scoffed.

"Yeah, you like working your ass around us I bet. I mean if you are so ?qualified' to teach, why don't you teach adults? Is there something wrong with your ability to teach, or is it that you just like seeing us little kids."

I groaned and had to meditate, I was getting angry. When I had calmed down I opened my eyes. "50 push ups." I said sternly. The boy looked at me unbelievingly and had a "make me" look on his face. I took a step forward, sneering. "You'll do those push-ups or you'll have to fight me. If you feel that my teaching methods are inferior, then challenge me."

The boy seemed none to pleased at that prospect. I was probably the greatest kick boxer on the west coast, and among the top 25 in the United States. I doubted that this boy, no matter how cocky he could get, would want to fight me. I knew he wouldn't want any of me.

"Fine." He said. Everyone in the room was surprised. Khris and Micah wandered up to me and asked if I was sure that I wanted to do this, but I told him that if they stopped me they would be messing with almost 7000 years of martial arts teaching. When a pupil doubts the training ability of the master, he was within his rights to challenge. It angered me that this kid was so arrogant. He seemed like a little Fletcher.

The rest of the kids moved aside, as some of their parents arrived. I bowed to my student, and he didn't bow back. Now this was an insult. Everyone in the room gasped and murmured as we began. I closed my eyes and was ready.

The boy then charged at me in a waddle but caught me by surprise with a whip of his trunk. I blocked it with my left shin and gave him a heel tap on his chest. To the kid I have no doubt in my mind that it felt like a full force maneuver. The kid stepped back and then threw a fairly good kick into my thigh. I then gave him a more stiff kick, knocking him to the floor. He gave me a whine and coughed.

I returned to my stance as the kid gave me a sneering look. He was one of the better students I'd have to admit, but really not even worth my time. I sighed and beckoned him forward again. The kid nodded and charged, muttering something under his breath. He started with his left leg, sending out a barrage of kicks. They were very easy to dodge or block. I felt like I was in that matrix movie, that's how slow he was going. I finally decided to end it. I threw my right leg out, purposely missing his head. He was confused at first, I could see it in his eyes, but when my hands grabbed his left arm, it was too late, he knew what was coming. I used the boy for added balance as I brought my right leg way back, and proceeded to whack the back of his head with my shin. His head went forward, and when he lifted it instinctively, I closelined him with my calf, all the while holding onto his arm. He went down with a moaning scream, as let go of his arm, and gave him the infamous stunning fist...the finishing fist. I stood as he held onto his chest and began crying. He stood up and heaved as he ran past everyone. I ran a hand over my head and dismissed everyone. Micah and Khris walked over to me. Khris and Micah seemed shocked.

"Overdid that a bit?" Micah asked softly.

"Yeah...I mean, he wasn't really threatening you." Khris said. I folded my arms over my sports bra and tossed my Gi off. I wasn't in the mood.

"He challenged my authority. He failed too. That kid will find himself dropped a belt by tomorrow." I said, reaching into my bag as I produced a bottle of ice water. I downed it, and it felt wonderful.

"Well, I think you may want to go and take a look over there..." Micah said as he pointed towards the door. Outside, the fat little elephant was whining to a much larger elephant. The elephant's ears were pulled back in a pony tail, and he looked to have not an ounce of fat on him. My jaw dropped at the sight of him. Micah and Khris were equally intimidated as this kid pointed my way, and the large elephant nodded. He walked inside, and was polite enough to bow, and even remove his sneakers as he stepped onto the mat. The man had to be almost a foot and a half taller than me, and almost twice my size. He was wearing a maroon tank top and matching maroon pants of leatherolium. His tusks had numerous rings on them, and were laced with gold carvings...it looked like ivy vines and leaves of gold were growing on his tusks. I knew him.

"Well...if it isn't Ne-Ne...how's the old flamer doing."

I opened my mouth to answer. "Just fine my big bunk bitch." I said grinning.

We each leaned out and hugged one another as Micah and Khris looked at us in confusion. I smiled as the big man put me down. I looked him over. He was sexy for an pachyderm, and had an olympic weightlifter's body. He was 10 times different than I remembered him.

"Um, what the ?ell is going on?" Asked Khris. I stepped to the side of the elephant man and looked at my friends.

"Guys, this is Oliver Maroon. Perhaps you know him better as ?Maroon Thunder'?" I said. The pair were in awe. They knew who Maroon Thunder was. Maroon thunder was one of the all around greatest fighters around. Micah and Khris nodded. "Oliver? These are two of my longest friends Micah and Khris."

There were handshakes, and looks exchanged. It took us a while before anyone spoke. It was Khris. "So how do you two blokes know one another?"

I laughed and looked at Oliver. Oliver had his arms folded and shrugged. "I met your friend Ne-Ne at Otto's. Man, if it wasn't for him, I'd probably be dead now."

I laughed, remembering something. "Yeah, and if it weren't for you I also might have died." I said, elbowing his rib. "Remember ?Fight in Frisco'? The all youth tournament?" I said.

Oliver laughed and nodded. "Oh yeah, I got a little carried away I guess."

Micah looked at me and interrupted. "Ok, tell us how you two really know one another please? So we can understand?"

Oliver slapped his head and smiled. "How stupid of me. Ok let me explain. You see that kid over there? The one that challenged Ne-Ne? That's my son. Anyway, I looked like that when Ne-Ne and I were thrown into Otto's. We were what...15? I knew no one, and was a misfit. The other boys picked on me ?cause I was fat. They also didn't know I was queer either. Anyway. After about three months, they tossed me into Ne-Ne's dorm room. We didn't get along at first. Ne-Ne always was fucking around...sleeping with anyone who wanted his ass...and never me, I was envious. Then one night, he told me that if I would just learn how to have confidence, then he would be able to love me like the others. So I made it my effort to lose weight, and after two years, I got this body. It was safe to say that the tables were turned when he saw me develop before his eyes. So...we hooked up.

"We made love all the time. He even got me into the Karate world. The tournament he was talking about was when we were seniors. We had made it to the finals. Ne-ne had told me that no matter what happened, he would not hold back. I told him the same and I kind of wailed on him for 30 solid minutes. It was that match that got me discovered. I went to a martial arts academy and learned Judo, Ti-Chi, Greco-Roman wrestling, and Street Fighting. I've been all over the tournament circuit lately." Oliver said, smiling.

"Yeah, it's true." I said with a shrug. I did bend you over quite often." I said with a laugh.

Micah looked at us, and the size difference was incredible. "Um, wasn't he a little too large for you Renee?" Asked Micah.

I thought on it, and shrugged. "We got it in a few times. I was almost a top though, because he was afraid of hurting me." I admitted. They looked at him and Oliver shrugged.

"Well lets be honest, my dick was fat man...you had a small ass at that time Ne-Ne, I didn't want to hurt you. And if you remember I did have fun." He said.

Khris pointed to the kid waiting impatiently in the door and then at Oliver. "So you're gay or what?"

Oliver nodded. "Oh, the boy? He's a science baby. Like Ne-Ne here, I ?taint never wanted a woman. ?Sides, I don't think she could handle this." Oliver said, grabbing his junk, getting a laugh out of us. "Anyway, I went to a clinic and had him born...you know...egg donor and shit like that. Pity really. I think the reason he's such a little prick is because he don't have a mother. I met the mother when he was born. To be honest I'm glad he never met her...I was this close from giving her a suplex. She was a complete bitch...come to think of it, my boy wanted me to kick your ass for beating upside the head and shoulders." Said Oliver, rubbing my chin, much like a man does when sampling a whore. I looked at him and gulped.

"Oliver, I have been fighting for almost 12 hours now... wouldn't even be able to defend myself against you." I said.

Oliver laughed in his big burly laugh. "Renee, I'm not going to hurt you. That boy had it coming, I'm sure. Now I have to go, but I look forward to seeing you around. I invite you down to the temple if you wanna spar or something...or something." He said with a wink. I sighed with relief as he shook hands with Micah and Khris, and left. I looked at the others and smiled.

"Boys?" I asked.

"Yeah?" They asked un unison.

"Can I faint now?" I asked.

"Sure." They replied. I nodded and dropped to the ground.

Micah and Khris helped me to the bathroom. Khris took a brief shower and told us he had an engagement downtown. Micah helped me into the shower, and took our clothes off as he sat me on the little bench inside my private shower stall. I awoke with him sitting on the bench, caressing my chest, washing me. I looked into his eyes and gave him a smile. He was so kind, and one of my dearest friends.

"You okay mate? I was rater worried that you might not make it to tonight." Micah said in a calm voice.

"I'm fine." I said, reclining a bit, laying my naked body before him. I knew he was watching me. I was a little turned on. He smiled and sat on the bench with me, staring deep into my eyes.

"You sure you're ok?" He asked again, leaning in.

I smiled, looked at him, and leaned forward, being bold and brining our lips together. He made a happy little melp as he closed his eyes, and melted into the kiss. Micah sighed and scooted closer, our groins nearly touching as he started to lather my chest and face. I did the same, keeping out faces locked, kissing every essence that was Micah.

His kiss was something new to me, he was so disciplined in the way that his tongue moved, it was heaven. He then rinsed us off and let me pull him on top. Our bodies clasped, and I broke the kiss as we looked at one another, surprised at how things turned out.

"What now?" He asked.

"Dunno..." I said honestly. "You're the married one."

Micah shrugged. "How about a little fellatio? I think that's about all we can handle."

I nodded and offered my erect member to him. "Sounds great. I like ya Micah...thrill me." I said, tossing my hair back.

And so Micah did. He leaned down, opening his maw, and closing his eyes as I entered his mouth. His cheeks were clenching tight around me, as if his mouth were tighter than any ass I had ever fucked. I gulped and rolled my eyes. Did I know what I was getting into? I looked down at Micah, and saw my pinkish shlong disappearing and reappearing in his mouth. I licked my lips and watched him...he was masturbating himself a little, stroking that member of his...that cock that I had sucked once before. Once before...if I had sucked him before...why did I feel so awkward all of a sudden? Was it because he was my friend or because he was my student? I pushed the awkwardness out of me and concentrated on the moment. I laid my back totally down and let the water pitter patter across my chest and abdomen as Micah sucked. I could hear the sounds of water entering his mouth while he did, not that it seemed to matter to him.

I felt him tease himself by stopping to grind his cock against my tailhole. He grunted and used his flexibility to suck me again. I smiled, it seemed so cute. I knew it was rare for Micah to get to top someone, and perhaps he was asking me permission...permission to be able to do what he rarely gets to do. Boy, would he get a surprise.

I wrapped my legs about his back so to draw him in. His cock, already poised, crept into me easily. He grinned and continued the action.

The action was happy bliss, but fairly short bliss. It didn't take either of us long to expel our respective ammunition into one another. Micah pulled off of me, and like a true friend, helped me up and helped me to dress. And, like it never happened, we walked out of that shower room, looking entirely professional.

I took about three steps out into the dojo before Micah stopped dead in his tracks. He dropped his bag, and his jaw dropped. I adjusted my white t-shirt and blue jeans and looked in the direction of Micah's gaze, and dropped my gym bag as well. I couldn't believe my eyes...First Oliver, now

"Ishanka Tani!" I said in surprise.

Standing in the middle of my Dojo, was the most infamous gay porn star in history, and quite possibly the only man to be able to feel no pain. I envied him. Ishanka stood a proud 7 feet tall, and that was without his platform boots which added another 6 inches to his height. Ishanka was an albino greyhound, standing clad in his trademark platform boots, and a closed leather duster with shoulder spikes. Underneath Ishanka's coat was undoubtably his custom BDSM costume. On Ishanka's eyes were a pair of Square rimmed pink sunglasses that hid the color of his pink eyes, due to his albinism. Ishanka's hair was knee length and pulled in a tight braid. Ishanka's most famous feature was his right ear, which was missing a triangle shaped piece...said to have been bit off during a fight with a rival hooker.

The thing that was just as odd as Ishanka being there was what stood behind him. It was a man. A red Fox like me. He had short curly black hair on the top of his head, and stood about 6-5. He looked fit, and pretty cute. Only this male was wearing a restraining collar what had a chain leash that lead to Ishanka's hand. The male had tired, humiliated eyes, and his tail hung low. The male was wearing some leather pants with a studded belt. His hands were cuffed behind him, and the male had a muzzle on him as well. A classic slave. I wondered if this was at all consensual, because the male didn't look to pleased. My eyes traced back to Ishanka, who had took a step towards me.

"Renee...Micah...always a pleasure to see you." Said Ishanka, his voice a soft whisper. His throat had been injured at one point or something...he could never talk over that whisper from what I knew. Now it was very rare for Ishanka and I to meet. We met once or twice at porn-cons here and there, but it was never more than a "hey". How did Micah know him?

"You too." I said, bowing.

Micah laughed. "I see you still have Lindsay on that leash of yours." Micah observed.

The man on the leash rolled his eyes and sighed under his muzzle. So this was Lindsay? Who was that?

"Of course. You know when I teach someone a lesson, I make sure I follow through with it. Lindsay is my personal concubine...and will be under legal contract for another year." Ishanka whispered. "But that isn't what I am here to talk about. Lindsay is of little importance. I am here for you Renee." Ishanka said, taking a step towards me.

"Um, not to be on a leash I hope." I said, worried. Ishanka smiled and shook his head.

"No. I am going to get you ready for your date tonight, with mister Neil. Neil has hired me to take you around and get you ready for tonight. Now, I have a limo waiting...please lets not waste time. The new year approaches quickly, and I don't want this night to go awry." He requested. I sighed and looked to Micah.

"Do you believe that this is all Neil's doing?" I asked.

Micah placed a hand on the small of my back and looked at me more seriously than any had ever before. "For you? I know Neil would." Micah said with a smile. "Hun, Neil's never really been in love before, so if you seriously love him like he loves you, then I feel like I'm not even worthy of Khris. You two have some kind of real love that I haven't seen in a while. You make Khris and I just look like a pair of teenage fuck buddies, I mean...you two haven't made love once the entire time you've been together...you've waited and waited. I mean, wow." Micah admitted.

I gushed and ran a hand over my head. "No...not me..." I aid in a lash of modesty. Ishanka smiled and stepped regally towards me.

"He speaks what we all feel Renee. Now...the limo?"

I swallowed and nodded. "Of course!"

* * *

I lay naked on a table at a pedicure shop. I was getting a full body make over. All around, gay little hair dressers shampooed every inch of my body and conditioned, and pampered and primped, all under Ishanka's watchful eye. Ishanka was very quick to reprimand the employees of the shop if he felt that they were doing an inferior job. I was really just in a complacent mood, so I let the stylists work their fingers into me.

I coughed, a wave of perfume swept over me. "(cough) What is this stuff?" I asked as they rubbed it into my facial fur. Ishanka laughed.

"Essence of the Lotus blossom, and extract of lilac. A very lovely and potent perfume." He nodded. I laughed heartily.

"Lotus? A little Ironic no?"

"Why? Just because my stage name happens to be Lotus, you think that I would purposely coat you in it's essence?" He said, tilting his head to the side and adjusting his grip on Lindsay's leash.

"Yes." I said with a knowing grin.

Ishanka turned his back on me and swished his tail. "Well you're half right. The Lotus blossom has a symbolic meaning, which is why I chose it. Now, lets get you rinsed."

I was led to a shower, rinsed, and dried. My fur had never been cleaner in my life! My fur had a sheen to it, and I couldn't help it but to spin around so to marvel my tail. Ishanka purred and pointed to another door. "Now for clothes."

I was lead through some doors, walking naked through some back passage way, and into a private dressing room. There, I was handed some black silk boxer shorts. Boxers? Those were so...masculine...

I was fitted, sized, and had a custom suit made for me. I was amazed how I looked. Ishanka then led me outside, and took me to a jewelry store. There he bought me a golden Rolex, a tie pin, and an inverted cross dangily ear ring. He smiled at me as we were done.

"Now, to show you off." Ishanka mused happily.

* * *

Dinner. I was so nervous, I didn't know what to think. I felt like I was going on my first real date. I knew I had the look, the suit, and I already had the man, but I wondered how I should act. I was headed to the most expensive restaurant in LA, and I didn't even have more than 5,000 dollars to my name. I knew that some of the things on the menu were at least that...how Neil could afford it was beyond me.

"What do I do?" I asked Ishanka, who had dressed in a white silk suit and a pink shirt underneath. He was stunning when he conformed. He smiled, having left Lindsay at home, he was without bourdon. He gave me a grin and patted my shoulder.

"We're actors you and I. You know that...So...why don't you pretend you are on the set of a soft-core porn. Your character is a high roller, a wheeler, a dealer, an airplane stealer...like Ric Flair or something minus the strut. You walk in there like you own the place and everything will be fine. You understand?"

I sighed and nodded. "What if Neil doesn't like the way I look?"

Ishanka then in a blinding speed, slammed an open palm into the wall next to me, leaving his forearm mere inches from me. "After all this? After everything we did today? After all you've been through, you think Neil is going to really give two shits about how you look?" Ishanka said in a colder whisper. I gulped and shook my head.

"No you're right." I said.

Ishanka nodded and adjusted his spot in place. "Now Romeo, here we go, your debut."

The elevator opened, and there was a huge ballroom, filled with people. Some were celebrities, decked out for the holiday. I saw a table set for at least 10, with Neil sitting at it. He was wearing a black tux, looking very handsome. He looked at me, and we gained eye contact. His eyes, they were so pretty...they longed for me as he looked past his spectacles. His mouth opened, as if in shock. The entire room silenced as they looked at me. Ishanka stepped past me, and grabbed a Mic. from the matre d's booth and announced me.

"And now...Renee Morningstar; The one you all came to see." Ishanka said with a smile.

And there was applause. These celebs, these people, all hear for Neil and me? How? I gushed. They seemed pleased at me.

Neil was shocked at me. He looked at me, my hair flowing free and bouncy about my neck and shoulders and down my back. I was wearing a grey suit with a black shirt and a grey tie. I had some fancy black shoes on, and I smelled of exotic perfumes. As I started to walk up, celebs started to walk forward.

"Jack Nicholson?" I said, meeting the first star. He was a handsome wolf, walking to shake my hand. He spoke in that calm, near-monotone voice.

"Pleased to meet you Renee, Neil's told me so much about you. I hope to see more of you tonight." He said, shaking my hand. I smiled and nodded.

"Same here!" I said with a grin. Next I was greeted by a huge Bear. I recognized him.

"Michael Clark Duncan!" I said with a grin. He nodded.

"Hey," His deep voice said. "Any friend of Neil's is a friend of mine."

I made my way closer to the table, shaking hands. By the time I got there, I had met some of the best male actors of my time. Jack Nicholson, Michael Clark Duncan, Tom Hanks, Billy Baldwin, Val Kilmer, Christopher Lloyd Bruce Willis, Sir Sean Connery, John Travolta, Sylvester Stallone and Arnold. I was so shocked that all these men had been there. I was pleased in meeting Val Kilmer, a handsome Dingo type of man. I was escorted to the table where all my friends were. Every one of them were in expensive suits. Neil was on my right, then Asher on my left, then Rowdy, then Chong, then Sparky, then Jicentia, then Micah, then Khris. It would turn out that Collin, one of Neil's friends had helped organize most of this, pooling a lot of his assets for this night. So the table was quite stocked.

"Wow, you're hot tonight!" Asher said with a grin.

"Indeed..." Jicentia admitted.

"He looks better than I did in ?Pulp Fiction'." Travolta commented, pointing at me with a fork.

Neil wrapped his arm around mine and nodded. "Indeed. And he's all mine."

Dinner went fine. I got to taste some fine cuisine. I had some seafood, and then some Italian, Neil had some Slavic dishes...some borsht and potato cakes. I didn't pay attention to what the others ate. We all got along, and made merry, and chatted away as if we all new one another.

"So that's how you guys know Neil?" I asked the celebs.

"Yes," Answered Connery. "He worked at our studio with Micah for a while, helping with some of the technical aspects on the films. I mean, a physicist is needed when it comes to difficult things. He's been very influential.

"Huh? No kidding?" I asked, running my leg over Neil's as he did in turn.

"Oh yeah." Hanks added. "Or something like that." He laughed.

The table laughed, and then Kilmer leaned in. "You know, I had a talk with Mr. Stautz today. I told him that you may not be able to come into the studio for a while." Kilmer said with a wink.

I gulped. That was my work he was talking about. "Wh-wha?" I asked.

Kilmer reached down and tossed me a thick file. Inside was a movie script. "We're starting production that starts at the end of January. It's called ?Castro to LA'. It's a story of two gay cops that live in Frisco's Castro...patrolling a simple beat. Then...one day you Renee...your character's current boyfriend is murdered in LA, and the cops won't investigate for some reason. So you and your partner go on this long chase, and eventually fall in love. If you're interested, we'd love for you to play the lead." Kilmer said as I picked up the script. I skimmed it...it looked like it would actually be one of the top movies of all time, and it would even be a gay movie on top of it. I smiled and shook my head.

"This is impossible. What are the chances that a bunch of stars like you would offer little old me a role like this?" I ysaid with a forlorn sigh. "I'm just a gay porn star. I mean several of you may have played gay characters in the past, but you're all pretty much strait. Sean you're one of the biggest ladies men of all time...next to Jack. I've never done any real acting in my life outside of porn...and here you want to offer me a lead?" I said in almost cruel disbeleif.

"Renee sweetheart, they are pretty serious. You think that all these guys would come out here just to fuck with you?" Neil said, patting my ram gently.

"Well, it all just..." I looked in the file, and there it was. A contract. I looked at it and it was a contract for a years worth of work, and it was for 5.5 Million dollars. I had never seen that much money in my life. I read over the contract with Neil and Khris, Khris getting up and moving to hover behind me to fill me in on the legal Jargon.

"I never much liked contracts." Christopher Lloyd began. "Hated them...but they are really quite necessary." He said with a smile.

"I just about pulled a ?Die Hard' when I saw my last contract. Boy that was bad..." Willis admitted.

I just smiled and continued reading, grinning at what I saw. I looked at Neil and asked him what he thought.

"Darling, they offered it to you! Tonight is our night...sign it if you want, reject it if you want." Neil said, wrapping his tail around mine. I sighed, took a pen, and signed it. Renee Morningstar from that moment on...would be a star.

As the hours drew closer, and the banter of table-talk grew boring, we all took to dancing. The stars danced with their escorts, my friends danced with one another, and I danced with Neil of course. There were fast paced songs, and slow songs. Everyone seemed to be having a blast. At nine we all stopped and watched on a big monitor as the ball dropped in Times Square. I had never seen such a thing really...it was never so important until now. Dick Clark was on the screen, kissing his wife...usual I was told. I remembered a few years back, when the whole Y2K threat was going on, everyone thought the world would end. Bah...it hasn't yet. That year they lit up the Hollywood sign like they did for the Olympics. This year they would be blowing up a large explosive device over the city, almost like a mini-nuke that was supposed to spell Happy New Year, and smaller pyrotechnics were supposed to ignite from the remaining rooftops of the buildings in the city. Every once in a while, we would step outside and look at the conserts that were playing. Of the 15 or so remaining major Skyscrapers, each one but ours had a different band playing on it. Aerosmith was playing on the building to our left, Marilyn Manson was playing on the one to our right, and behind us Nelly was rapping, and in front of us Garth Brooks was singing. It made for quite the mix.

Neil and I listened to Manson for a minute as he started to sing.

"I don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me..." The almost feminine rock singer sang. I banged my head to it, throwing satanic symbols to the air, as Neil simply nodded along.

"A song worthy of your Chong...no?" He asked.

I stopped banging my head and laughed. That did it. Across from us Aerosmith was now singing "Walk this way", and their minuscule crowd was on it's feet.

"Aye. Hey, lets go back in and dance for a while. This date is awesome...it cant get any better!" I said, walking down the steps.

"You have no idea." Neil said with a shit eatin' grin.

And so we danced, we danced until about 11:30. At that time we all went upstairs and onto the roof. We all began to dance to the combined music of the stars, beginning to become one. It reminded me of the voodoo practice of the dance of extacy, where a woman will dance naked and let her heat rise as she dances...and lets herself get so horny that she will tear the chicken apart. We all danced...melting into one unity.

When it was time for the countdown, at two minutes to midnight, Iron Maiden began to sing, singing their infamous song "Two Minutes to Midnight". We all were stomping our feet and dancing to the music. Someone started to shout "The roof..." over and over again as we joined. Then, Mid-song, Iron Maiden started to count down, and we heard a jet flying overhead. When it was time, there was a tremendous boom, and a firework reading the year, and saying "Happy New Year". Fireworks went up all around the skyscrapers, including ours as we leapt up and down, and screamed happy new year. I felt Neil grab me and pull me into a kiss. I kissed him...take that Dick Clark. When the ruckus had stopped, Neil pulled away, and suddenly there was a spotlight on us I gulped, and he was handed a Mic, and he stepped aside.

"Can you all hear me?" He asked. All the crowds responded.

"I can hear ya mate." Said the guy from Iron Maiden.

"We hear you." Said Stephen Tyler from Aerosmith.

Neil nodded and smiled as he gulped and ran a hand through his white hair and mumbled something before he started. "I realize that probably the all of LA is watching this, and all of you are. I am glad you came to the party," He paused.

What?! This was all his doing? How much money did Collin have? Holy shit this was the biggest date I think anyone ever threw for another person...same sex or not!

"Well, like I said before, I had an announcement I wanted to make. Now I knew that this may not be your thing for some of you, just bear with me. I probably have close to 500,000 people watching me right now." He said gulping before he walked towards me and looking up at me with a smile. His eyes were filled with tears, but they looked like tears of joy. I gulped, and wasn't sure how to act. "Renee Morningstar, you've been everything to me. I've never had someone call me their love before, I've never been in love like this before. From the moment I met you, I knew...I knew I loved you. You made me complete...and you've been perfect."

Neil took one step closer, and his left hand went into his pocket. He then went on one knee in front of me. Everyone gasped, I gulped...what was going to happen now? Another date. But, this time, he produced a ring...a man's engagement ring. I looked at it, and my jaw dropped.

"Renee Morningstar? Will you marry me?" He asked.

A loud roar went up...people applauding...and then going into a chant. "Say yes!" they chanted. I was handed the Mic, and I almost dropped it...I was shaking so badly. I tested the Mic, and I looked down at Neil and I said one word.

"Yes."

He then sprang up into my arms, we embraced and kissed. Suddenly we heard Manson scream "How does it feel...to be one of the beautiful...people?". The song "Beautiful People" began to play as we kissed. I heard applause, and more fireworks going off. This couldn't have been real...it couldn't have. It had to be some kind of sick and cruel dream...however much I liked it I had to be asleep somewhere. I knew I'd wake up soon and I knew that I'd laugh about it and say how much I wished it could have been true...but no It was real. I could tell. As all the other bands joined in, singing with Manson, I was patted on the back by everyone. Congratulations were flying like bullets on a battlefield. I didn't care, I was on top of the world...and on top of the city.

Neil...how I would make you a wonderful husband.

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(Author's note: Yeah I used real people and real songs, the people are copyright themselves and the songs to their respective writers bla bla bla)