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Hello all! This is actually a story series I uploaded a while ago, but I never finished. I've had pretty much constant requests for me to finish it, and I promised that I was read them over and see if inspiration hit me. But, as I read, the many, many errors and rather bland writing stuck out to me and I was filled with SHAME!!! (I usually try to avoid re-reading my stories, because the same thing always happened) But, as I was reading, I was reminded of why it was a popular series, so I decided to do a semi-kind favor and revamp the story and polish it up a bit more with some of the better writing skills I have gotten since I first wrote it. It might also get me to write a 4th chapter, but I make no promises. So, here you are, the new and improve House Guest.

As always, readers should be of age, have an open mind, and eat a diet free of trans fats. This is my story, with my characters, so please do not use them without my permission. Now, start reading and enjoy!

House Guest - Stranger Danger

"By the way," my mom said, wiping away at a dried stain on the kitchen counter, "our new house guest arrives today."

"Why do we have to have a house mate?" I said in an irritated tone.

"Because it's a nice gesture," she replied, smiling as she looked down on the clean tile.

"There are plenty of other nice gestures that don't involve bringing creepy, random strangers to live with us."

"Oh Ed, please try to be nice." She squeezed out the sponge in the sink. "Especially with this one.... He's a little odd... and I want you to at least try to make him feel at home."

"What do you mean 'odd?" I asked, unsure if I really wanted the answer.

"Well... he's a cross dresser." She placed the sponge down on the edge of the sink and turned to see my reaction.

"Oh great, a tranny..." I said, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes.

"ED!" she raised her voice, making me drop my arms back to my side. "I know it's a little odd, but please, just try. You're 17 and almost an adult now, so you're going to have to learn to accept people in the world for who they are. Who knows, maybe you'll learn something from this," the older female labrador said, walking over to me, giving that look only mothers can give when they want you to behave.

"Yeah, how to make my mascara not clump," I said, ignoring the look and walking out of the room. "This isn't a wayward house for freaks, Mom..."

I heard her sigh as I passed the corner and walked up the stairs to my room. I closed my door and collapsed down on my bed, reaching over and turning on my music. Why did mom have to bring in these weird people? It's not like the last one worked well; he kept walking in on me in the bathroom "accidentally." I closed my eyes and chuckled as I pictured the ugly drag queen that would be living down the hall.

A few hours later, I heard the doorbell ring. I sighed as I turned the music off and slowly made my way down the stairs, dragging my feet and generally being the antithesis of an excited, welcoming host. I could see my mom hugging someone, but I couldn't get a good look at him from the angle... or is it her? My mom backed away and a small fox in a skirt looked up at me. He was short and looked well groomed. He wasn't wearing any makeup, but the frilly blouse made up for it. If he had actually been a girl, he could almost be kind of cute. Almost. He waved. I kept walking until I was standing awkwardly on the first level.

"Well hello there, you must be Ed," the fox said, extending a paw. "I'm Terri." I just looked down at his paw as I stood there. He slowly moved his hand back and the smile disappeared from his muzzle.

"Ed, be more polite!" my mom said to me.

"Oh, it's ok," the fox replied, giggling through the awkwardness. "I know how meeting a stranger can be. But, Ed, I hope we will become close while I'm here."

My stoic expression held strong as the fox looked away and started picking up two of his bags.

"Well, I'm sure you'd like to get settled in," my mom said. "Ed, why don't you show Terri to hi-uh... her room."

I shot my mom a quick glare, which she just rebound with a smile. I reached down and grabbed the other two bags and started up the stairs without a word. The fox followed me up and I stopped in front of the guest room door, dropping the bags in the hallway.

Terri looked at me and then into the room. "Can you help me unpack? We can learn a little about each other while we do."

I rolled my eyes and picked up the bags again, following the fox into the small room. He placed his bags on the bed and sat down on the white quilt over it. His paw patted the space next to him and he waited for me to sit down. I just gave him a strange, untrusting look

"Please?" Terri asked.

I sighed, figuring it was a losing battle and sat down next to him. He smoothed out his skirt and smiled at me.

"Your mother told me that you don't really like having house guests. I understand that. But I don't want you to not like me, so I want us to get off to a good start." The chipper tone in his voice made me regret sitting down even more.

I sat there silently and looked around the room to show my disinterest.

"Ok, how about this; let's play a game. You ask me a question, and then I'll ask you one. Ok?" Terri said, receiving no response from me. "I'll start. What do you like to do in your free time?"

"Music."

"Oh, do you play anything?"

"I'm learning guitar."

"I tried that once; it didn't work out too well. I just stuck with the kazoo," he said, laughing at his own joke in the quiet room. "Ok, your turn."

"Why the skirt?" I asked, looking down at the pink, shiny fabric.

"I'll assume you mean, why do I dress like a woman?"

"Yeah... I guess," I said, shrugging to hide my curiosity.

"Well, I just feel like it. I like the style more, and to me, all that really matters is how the individual feels, not the public."

"Oh..."

"Do you have any other hobbies?"

"Umm... not really. Video games, I guess."

"Ahh, well I don't know much about those. The last time I played a video ga..."

"So, do you think you're a female?" I accidently interrupted.

"Oh, no," the fox said, a little startled by the abrupt question. "I'm a male. I just dress like a female."

"Are you gay?"

"What? Oh... um, well, I like both males and females, if you need to know." He sounded a little nervous about that last one.

"Oh..." I said, quietly thinking it over as I looked down at my knees.

"Do you think you might be...?" he said, leaned over to look at my face.

"No," I said quickly, pulling my head back up and looking at him. "I'm straight."

"Well, that's just fine too." He gave a warm smile.

I sat there silently.

"You know," Terri said placing a paw on my knee. "I know we just met, but you can trust me if you ever need to tell me something."

Our eyes met for a brief second. Their bright, brown color reflected in the light as he smiled again.

I stood up quickly, feeling uncomfortable. "I... I need to go do something," I said, quickly leaving the room. "Sorry I couldn't help you unpack."

I hurried back to my room and closed the door behind me. My heart was racing and I felt a little funny; something like a churning in my stomach. I laid back down on my bed and stared at my pale ceiling, putting a paw on my belly to help sooth it. I tried to get my mind on something else to make the feeling go away, but nothing helped.

I turned on my music loudly and looked out the window at the clouds. I heard a knock on my door and I lifted my head. I sat up and hopped of the bed to open the door and see who it was, but my mom beat me to it. Her head popped in and told me dinner was going to be ready soon. I nodded and she closed the door again.

I could hear her telling Terri through the wall, and the feeling in my stomach got worse. I opened the door and walked out. I quickly paced past Terri's room and down the stairs. I sat down at the dinner table and waited. As I balanced my knife on my fork, Terri walked in.

"That's a neat trick," he said.

I dropped the fork and it hit my plate loudly. He giggled and sat down next to me.

"I hope that I didn't make you feel awkward before," he said quietly as he leaned towards me. "Next time just tell me and I'll..."

"No, you didn't. I just had to go do something."

"Ok," he said, smiling at me again.

We sat silently in the room until my mom walked in with a bowl of spaghetti.

"Dig in!" she said, placing the bowl in the middle of the table. "Sorry I couldn't make your first meal here a little fancier, Terri. What's your favorite dish? I'll try and make it tomorrow."

"Oh, don't worry about it, this is just fine," he said, waving his paw. "I don't want to be a nuisance."

I coughed loudly and my mom shot me a dirty look. I shrugged and dumped some spaghetti on my plate. We all ate in mostly silence. My mom opened her mouth to say a few things, but each time, she just ended up bringing her fork to it instead.

My leg accidently brushed up against Terri's under the table and we both jumped a little in surprise. I shifted farther away in my chair as the weird feeling in my stomach returned. I slurped the noodles down quicker to try and drown the sensation out.

Once I cleaned my plate, I asked if I could go back to my room. My mom looked over at the fox and back at me and said "Sure, it'll give me and Terri some time to talk."

I scooted my chair back, stood up and walked out, trying to avoid looking at the fox. When I got to my room, I sat down at my computer. I played with the mouse, escaping into my busy mind, when a passing car caught my eye and I looked out the window. With a sigh, I focused back to the screen and pulled up a search engine. I typed in 'funny feeling in stomach' and hit enter, hoping to find out what was going on.

The first few links were all symptoms of weird sicknesses I knew I didn't have. One suggested I was pregnant, and another was about adrenaline rushes. I scrolled down the list of links, getting a little irritated at not finding anything useful. As I hit the bottom, I read the last link description about having a crush.

I closed the window, giving up on the search, and went over to sit on my bed trying to figure out what was happening. The weird feeling came back as I laid there. I sat in the silence of my room and nervously played with my thumbs. Maybe I was sick. I tried to think of everything I had eaten in the last 48 hours, but nothing was out of the usual. After a few minutes, I sat up and went back to the computer.

I opened the window back up, and typed in "am I gay?" But right as the page started to load, there was a knock on the door. I closed the window and turned around. My mom's head poked in.

"Hey honey, can we talk?" she said, smiling and stepping in.

"I guess," knowing I didn't have much of a choice anyway.

She walked in and closed the door behind her. "Terri told me how you walked out on her when..."

"Him; he's a male," I interrupted.

"Him, right. Well, he told me how you walked out on him when you were talking. I really wish you would give him a chance. He seems really nice, and he wants to be friends with you."

"Well, you can't force friendship," I said, crossing my arms.

She sighed. "Well, you can at least try. Just... just try, ok?"

She looked at me, with a stressed look and stood back up. As she turned around to leave, I stopped her.

"Mom?" She paused as I asked and turned back to me. "My stomach feels kinda weird lately."

"Oh? Do you need to see Dr. Iago?"

"No. It's not something like that. It's just that it feels funny every once in a while."

"Are you nervous about something?"

"Not really."

"Well... when I was your age the only reasons I got a weird stomach feeling was when I was nervous or in love." She looked at me. "Do you get it when you think of someone?"

"Uhmm..."

"Ahh. So, who is she?" she said, sitting back down on the bed.

"No one, I'm not in love."

She looked me over, and slowly stood back up.

"Well, when you finally feel like telling me, we'll have her over for dinner." She walked back to the door and disappeared.

"We already have..." I said softly to myself. "And it's not a she."

I sat there for a long while just letting my mind wander, but it kept going back to one thing: why was this happening?

I closed my eyes and rested my head on my arms against the computer desk; the strange feeling still churning inside of me and my mind flooding inside my head.

***

I woke up a while later as my forehead slammed against the side of the table. I rubbed it, hoping a lump wouldn't form as I swore under my breath. I took a look at the clock in the dark room and saw that it was pretty late. I looked out the window to see my reflection and smoothed out my head fur a bit. As I stood up, I realized I had to go to the bathroom.

I stumbled to the door, still not fully awake. I walked out into the dark hall and made my way across to the bathroom. But as I passed Terri's room, I noticed there was a line of light streaming from a crack in the door. I heard a weird noise coming from the room and I stopped.

I decided to just take a peak and see if the new house guest needed help or something... just to try out this being nice thing. I brought my eye up to the light and blinked as it adjusted. I saw Terri standing in front of the closet in nothing but some underwear and a sports bra.

As I wondered why he needed a bra, he turned around to face his bed and I got a good look at him. He had a very feminine figure of curves mixed with lean muscle. His large, fluffy, orange tail hung gently from his back and swayed elegantly as he moved. The sports bra clung tight to his chest and showed off his well toned muscles. My eye moved lower to the pair of bright orange panties he was wearing. As he moved, so did his crotch. It looked rather large as it strained the tight fabric.

He began to stretch his arms and yawn, and as he shifted his weight to the balls of his feet, all of his muscles showed under his soft amber and white fur.

I looked down at the tent forming in my pants but quickly returned to the show in front of me. Terri relaxed again and sat down on the side of his bed, facing me. He scratched his chest and looked around. His eyes stuck to the door, and I could feel my heart racing. Could he see me? I stood perfectly still and held my breath, getting ready to run if he stood up. But he just looked away. I felt relieved when he turned his head the other way to the window, and then looked down to his lap.

A little smile formed on his muzzle as a paw moved over his orange covered groin.

The feeling in my stomach hit and all time high as I saw him slowly move his paw against the growing lump. I went to hold my stomach as the fluttering almost became too much to handle. I sat on my knees, peaking through the crack as I watched his black paw gently glide.

I could see the fabric stretching more as he rubbed; the outline of his cock becoming a little more defined as it did. His paw moved up and slipped behind the fabric, and I felt my cock pulse. My paw moved down from my stomach and grasped my aching member desperately pushing against the inside of my pants. As I squeezed it, it felt so good. I wanted to moan, but I stopped myself.

Terri's paw moved around inside his underwear, going up and down his length as it continued to harden at his touch. He let out a soft sigh and pulled his paw back out. He leaned forward and stood up slightly, giving me a good view of the fabric over his hard cock, which had stretched as far as it would go, becoming see-through around his red tip. He slipped the thin sides of his panties lower down his hips. It glided over his round ass and the front pulled down just enough to show off the very base of his thick cock.

My paw began moving up and down through my pants as I watched. It was driving me crazy, and I liked it.

He sat back down and his fingers slid under the orange fabric again. It was much looser, and I could see the tip of his cock lifting the fabric up from him as it pulsed. From what I could tell, it was pretty big. His paw reached down further and grabbed his shaft, pulling it up. The still hardening shaft dragged against the fabric as his fist appeared holding the thick member. It sprung free and the orange fabric fell around his balls.

He let the oversized cock flop over the side of his thigh as he gently ran a finger along its length.

My mind was going crazy and I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly pulled down my pants and let my cock bounce out. I grabbed it and gave it a firm squeeze, fighting with all my might not to moan. I gently moved my fist as I watched on.

His cock was nearly completely hard and was just beginning to stand on its own. With a few more strokes, it stood far from his body like an extra limb. I looked down at my smaller cock and sighed from the comparison. His paw wrapped around his base and gave a few squeezes, accompanied with soft, sweet moans that made my stomach flutter again. He slowly pulled his fist up along his cock to his head. He pulled a finger away and looked at the clear string of pre. He brought the paw to his lips and got a taste, sucking it clean before returning to his cock.

He slowly moved his paw back down his shaft and then pulled up again. His pace quickened as he pumped at the impressive piece of meat, moaning quietly. He spread his legs and leaned back, holding himself up with his other paw.

My own paw was quickly working myself over as I looked on secretively. I watched a bead of pre roll down the side of the fox's shaft and my paw feverishly sped up. I could barely stand how hot he was making me.

My eyes became mesmerized by his black paw moving up and down his glistening rod as his back started to arch, showing his lean muscle again. His chin rested on his chest, which gently rose and feel with his breath. His paw began moving even faster along his shaft and I could hear his breath get heavier. He threw his head back and let loose a loud sighing moan as his cock began to pulse in his grip.

I watched as a fountain of white cum shot from the fox. It dripped down his shaft and across his knuckles as it squirted across the room towards me. Load after load of cum erupted as it leaked into a pool at his feet. It seems like it would never end as his paw began to squeeze tightly. With a few more feeble squirts that continued to drip down his shaft to his panty-covered balls, he let go and leaned back in afterglow. His softening cock rested in front of him, softly twitching as the last few drops of cum fell to the floor.

My paw was moving so quickly that it was practically a blur on my cock as I looked at the puddle of cum he left on the floor. I watched his toned chest move as his breath slowly calmed. He moved his head back down and looked at his slippery wet cock. A paw grabbed it and he bent forward licking at his tip. It wobbled in front of him as he bumped it with his tongue. Then he leaned forward and stuck the whole head in his mouth and began cleaning it off. His tongue slurped over his thick shaft as he stuck a good few inches into his muzzle.

Seeing the fox suck on his own cock proved to be too much for me and I felt the pressure build and my cock begin squirting cum. In the heat of passion I let my load shoot onto the carpet as my orgasm flooded my body. It's the best I'd ever had and I had to place a paw on the wall to keep me from collapsing. It felt so good as my cock pulsed in my paw and dripped cum on to the floor with my eyes still fixated on the fox. I couldn't keep holding back my moan, and it came out loudly. My heart stopped in my chest as I heard myself.

Terri quickly looked up at the door. My eyes went wide as I realized what I'd done. He quickly lifted off and stuffed his softening cock back into his skimpy underwear. I saw him still watching the door, trying to figure out if he had just heard someone or not.

"Ed?" he said, and I quickly ducked away from the crack. My mind and heart raced as I looked at the spots of cum on the carpet I had left. I took a quick peak back to see Terri walking over to the door.

Still kneeling on the ground with my pants down around my thighs and my cock standing straight in front of me, I tried to figure out what to do. I saw the door begin to move and I grabbed my pants and pulled them up, but before I can even get the zipper done, Terri was standing in the doorway looking at me fumbling with my pants.

"Ed? What are you doing?"

To be continued :3