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This story is © me, all of the characters are © me. Any and all resemblances to real people or places are purely coincidental or accidental. I'm still pretty new to writing stories (especially furry ones) so any constructive criticism is encouraged; we all need to learn from our mistakes so we don't keep falling on our faces.

:Author's Note: Yes I'm back, and part two is going to have yiff in it. I decided to split this chapter in half because it was growing too long. That was mostly due to myself wanting to develop Vertwin's mentality and motives some more. Hopefully the reader will get a better idea of what drives him by the end of this part. But I suppose that means that some of you won't really want to read this, but be warned! It is important and to understand future yiffy chapters you'll want to read this and the first chapter of Seaside.

...We all try to make plans, some bigger than others. But did you ever notice that no matter how well you think you have something planned out, something else always seems to come along and turn things upside-down? The smallest things can, and lets be frank DO go wrong if you overlook them. Honestly I should have seen it coming; someone with the foresight of a pea would have been able to see it coming. Then again I'm not well known for my planning skills, and besides I had something far more interesting on my mind...

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Alex. Alex. Alex. Alexandria Breeze. It was just after dawn on Saturday morning two days after my trip inland, and no matter what I did that gorgeous otteress kept cropping up in my thoughts. I had already wiped all traces of dragons from the house and island, and made the place presentable. For a time I had managed to focus on cleaning up, from opening widows to let the place air out to general tidying up. But I had finished several hours ago having worked through the night -sleep had eluded me- and my mind circled around and around just as I did in our overlarge living room. On what could have easily been my fiftieth lap I stopped in front of a long bay window, one that like my room's and all the others in the house, was one-way.

The sun was not even half-way out of the ocean's grip yet, its warm glow painting both the sky and waves gloriously. I always have liked watching the sun rise, but today's seemed somehow dull. The painted swells and scattered clouds were less vibrant than what I saw most mornings, and I found myself longing for more luminous pools. I scowled at my reflection in the window, which promptly returned the gesture. "Damn it." I growled to my other self, my mind apparently was determined to go in only one direction. One that I couldn't allow myself to follow, no matter how much I wanted to. I needed a distraction, and I needed one now. But the party wasn't due to start until much later, and if I went back to the mainland in my current state there was only one place I would end up going.

There was only one thing that had always managed to clear my mind in the past, regardless of what was going on in my life. And that was hunting. Pure and simple without the taint of technological weaponry, it was something my father believed in and it had rubbed off on me over the years. In our true forms we had no need of guns or other weapons, our fangs talons and claws were more than enough to let us hunt all but the largest prey. Of course that was only in our true forms. It had been months since my last one, and few people would be awake at this early hour. I felt it was time to indulge myself, just so long as I was quick and no one saw me. "Yes, it's time for a hunt." I said to nobody in particular, a predatory grin spreading across my face.

I turned away from the panoramic view and headed for the front door, shedding my clothes on the way. By the time I left the manor and stepped out into a cool morning breeze, there was nothing save my fur between me and the elements. I walked confidently down the small sandy footpath towards our docks. I had no shame in my body, not that anyone would be able to see me. But I knew full well that the majority of the young single women in Seaside, and I would be willing to bet no small number of those that weren't would walk over glass to get a view of me now. Okay it was a little vain of me to entertain that thought but I wasn't lying to myself, I knew I was attractive.

It was my own fault really but then, if given the choice who wouldn't want to be? With a second's thought and several thousand calories I could change nearly any part of my body, why not be easy on the eyes? That was one of the main reasons I was single, other than my heritage that is. I wanted more than a pretty face and curves. It was really true what they say 'beauty is only skin deep' which takes on a whole new meaning with my kind.

Before I knew it I had reached the dock, where a stronger salty breeze brought me back to the task at hand. Walking out to the end of the wooden construct I stood on the edge, and let the sea wind ruffle my fur with its soft hands. Taking a deep breath I cautiously scanned the horizon for any early morning boaters. Strictly speaking I shouldn't be thinking about hunting now that the sun was up, the risk of being seen was far greater in the daylight. But I'd rather take my chances with an early morning hunt than stew all day with such errant thoughts running around in my head. Besides, I had a craving for sushi.

The coast was clear for the moment, and I'd have plenty of time before most people started cruising. My eyes closed as I willed my body to change. I growled quietly at the return of the pleasurable pain that always accompanies the Change. My bones and sinew shifted and expanded with a montage of unpleasant popping and grinding sounds, as I grew again to my full height. Two curving horns sprouted above my eyes arching up another foot, while my muzzle elongated, enlarged, and filled with razor-sharp fangs. The rudder like tail of my otter form stretched out into a far longer whip like one. Long and slender bat like wings slowly lifted and parted from my back, which was undoubtedly the most painful part of the process. I stretched my wings out to their full thirty-two foot span as my growl died off, the most strenuous changes completed. Fur quickly turned to scale, then returned to their natural tones of blue on white.

Opening my slit-pupil eyes I stood tall at the end of our docks, thoroughly enjoying the seldom felt sunrays on my scales and embracing my true self just as the breeze flowed smoothly over me. Even as I enjoyed the moment I felt the stirrings of hunger grow urgently in my stomach, demanding to be tended to. I bent my legs -careful not to let my talons scrape the dock- and thrust my wings down powerfully in the all important first down stroke. As my wings returned to their peaks I leapt from the docks with another powerful down stroke, and I was airborne.

Skimming over the water I shot out of our island's cove, enough that on my down strokes my wing tips would just brush the ocean's surface. I would have liked to go higher than that, but even at night it was unwise to do so. Unless there was a lot of cover, and seeing as I was already treading on thin ice being out hunting at all I kept low. Staying on a straight course from the island I headed farther out to sea, keeping that direction until I lost sight of our piece of land.

Water was all I could see around me from horizon to horizon, nothing but the sparkling ocean waters. Slowing down from my first burst of speed, I slowly turned in a circle checking once more that nobody could see me. Not finding anyone I spiraled upwards several body lengths above the waves, and circled out in an ever increasing sweep, searching for a target below the water's surface. After around ten minutes of searching, I found what I was looking for. Below me was one of nature's wonders, a bottlenose dolphin was in the middle of giving birth. I couldn't ask for anything better. Hovering above the soon to be mother I waited my chance.

With the blood in the water and the good amount of thrashing on the surface I didn't have long to wait. A movement from below caught my eye, one that was significantly larger than the dolphin. A darker blur was circling the laboring mother from below; a great white shark roughly seven feet long and therefore a juvenile, but not nearly so young as to protect it from me. 'No respectable hunter takes a young life, nor the life of its mother on which it is dependant' another of my dad's maximums that had been drilled into my head. No, this shark obviously wasn't that young, and to top things off it was about to end a life just as it entered the world. Oh yes, this fishy was breakfast, a little bigger than I had intended but my morning -and likely my afternoon- meal nonetheless.

Back winging to gain just a little more altitude I waited for my opportunity, again I did not have to wait long. The shark turned away from the struggling mammal at the surface, some might think that it was off to find other prey, I knew better than that. It was going to charge up from underneath and take the dolphin unawares. There was only one tiny problem with the shark's plan. That is if I could be accounted small. I watched closely as my prey turned again and sped towards what I imagine it though of as an easy meal. Even for a beast it should have known better, there are no such things as easy meals.

I dived, using my wings to pump a little extra speed and power into it before I struck the water a shot under like a torpedo. One that clashed with another fleshy projectile in a cloud of blood-stained water as the hunter became the hunted. I struck the shark full on the side, my talons instantly latching and tearing at its gills as the force of my body slammed into shark, stunning it momentarily. Claws extended from my fingers and wasted no time in slashing at the creature's eyes, even as my jaw latched and tore at the flesh behind what I imagine would be its neck. By now the beast had recovered and was trying to fight back, but it was already too late for it. Even then I felt it growing weaker from blood loss and the damage I had and still was inflicting on it. Using my wings as fins I propelled the vainly struggling shark to the surface, managing to haul both our heads out of the water. That's when the fish lost all hope. Once I had air again and was not surrounded by flame quenching water, I let loose with the dragon's trump card. Fire rushed out of my maw and directly into the wound I had carved in the back of the shark's head. I kept the flame coming for a solid thirty seconds straight into the wound, more than enough to fry its brain and still it's thrashing forever.

I floated there with my kill for a moment, resting from my fierce offense and feeling the adrenaline rush though my system. Looking back at the dolphin that was only yards away from me, I saw a miniature version of the parent break the water's surface and take in its first breath of life. I also saw the mother's eye which held in it a bestial fear, one that wasn't entirely unjustified. A fear that even I could read easily, simply that of a mother frightened for her and her newborn's life. Keeping eye contact I smiled calmly and reassuringly, even though it had little chance in understanding the gesture. Again using my wings as fins I paddled away from the dolphins, dragging the dead weight of my kill along with me. I felt it would be a poor welcome into the world if the first thing the dolphin calf saw was me devouring the shark, even if it had been about to make the calf's stay on earth a short one.

Using both my wings and the constant rise and fall of the swells I drifted/paddled away from the bloodied water. I may have been able to take a smaller great white, but I didn't relish the idea of running in with a full sized one in its surf. So I resisted digging in for the moment, only tearing a few bites off now and then while I slowly made my way home. A journey that had only taken me minutes by air took me what I would guess to be an hour. But it couldn't be helped, there was no way that I could fly carrying my kill which weighed almost as much as myself. I knew my limits, which happen to be about six-hundred extra pounds in flight. The shark weighed far more than that, so I was forced to swim dragging the body through the water with me. Not that I was complaining, it would be more than enough to turn my thoughts away from Alex.

Damn it. I would have shouted the words had my mouth not been full at the time as, once again, my mind drifted back to that otter. Now I was officially out of ideas. I surrendered to the tide, letting myself drift aimlessly in the current just outside of our island's cove. Just as I surrendered to the knowledge that Alex was lodged firmly in my mind, and wouldn't be vacating anytime soon regardless of what I did. My stomach grumbled loudly reminding me of my hunger, and stopping me from falling into what would have undoubtedly been a long -and enjoyable- daydream. Sighing unhappily I started eating in earnest, allowing my mind to wander where it would as I tore hungrily into my kill. At least one thing was going my way this morning; I do so enjoy fresh seafood.

Unsurprisingly my thoughts wandered again to Alex. Memories of the softness of her thick fur, the unexpected thrill of her touch, and the sweet taste of her mouth from that all too brief moment played again and again in a delightful loop. My body continued to gorge even as my mind delved deeper into fantasy. I found myself wondering if her mouth tasted so good, then what would what laid behind her other lips be like? I felt myself shiver at the thought, and couldn't help but imagine what was likely a slice of heaven.

If only she were single. Despite the incredible risks that came from having intimate relations with one of the other races, I found myself dearly wishing that I could go back in time and rush into her house after her. Or that I would at least have the chance to remedy that particular choice. Even taking her actions into account though, I thought it was unlikely that such a lovely creature was single. She might have just been grateful for what I did for Kimmy, and had tried to repay me in a way that few -if any- would refuse. But I could hope that she felt that same spark that I did when we touched.

Then a less than savory thought crept into my pleasant musings. What if my refusal had sent the message that I was already seeing someone? It would have been true a few months ago but I certainly wasn't seeing that one anymore. My last ex had been a disappointment to say the least, a smart and curvaceous tabby that had turned out to be a manipulative bitch. Wealth defiantly has its drawbacks; wealthy people attract gold diggers like magnets. And that is all the tabby turned out to be, interested solely in a quick roll in the sac and avalanches of gifts. A mistake if I ever made one.

What was so wrong with wanting a good and lasting relationship? Okay so me and my family have a deep buried secret that would cause hell if revealed. Does that mean that we are doomed to be unhappy and single until we found another dragon to hook up with? Which is what my attempts had been so far, failure after failure one right after another despite my efforts. Some of those I've dated were only interested in my body, my wallet, or both. I just don't see what was so unattractive about the mind or the spirit. Others got to the point where they knew I was hiding something, and after having to refuse to come clean they had left. As strange as it may sound I wanted someone to share my life with, and there are times when I've cursed my heritage for preventing that. My parents had told me more than once that if that is what I truly wanted, then I should try to find another of our kind.

The only problem with finding another dragon is, well, actually finding one. There were few left in the world nowadays, or so I'm told. Not to mention besides our scarcity every dragon now living was hiding in plain sight as we were. Slim pickings if ever there were. Going by my parents count -and I have no idea how they would even begin to guess- there were perhaps seven-hundred dragons left in the world, each masquerading in secret as a furry or in rarer cases as humans. I could search the world over for a hundred years and come up with nothing, or worse, dragons with the same mindset as my exes. I simply didn't have that kind of patience, so I would gladly settle down with someone else. If I could only find the right kind of person, someone who took greater stock in the spirit and mind than in the body or wallet. Perhaps then I could be with someone who wouldn't hate or fear the real me, to be able to share the burdening secret of my heritage with someone who wouldn't oust us.

But even with all the complications and risks, I had a good feeling about Alex. I had never felt anything even remotely close to what I had in just moments of her company. I wanted -and I was beginning to realize needed- to know her. In every sense of the word. Perhaps if things went my way I just might find what I was looking for in Alexandria Breeze. The least I could do was try, and now I was certain that I would.

My brief moment of determination was brought to a screeching halt as I felt an unpleasant twinge in my gut, which brought me back from la-la land. Taking my body out of autopilot I noted with dismay that I had let my gorging go out of control. There was little left of the shark, save for its cartilage skeleton and stomach. My own was bloated and distended, and aching horribly from eating far more than I should have. I groaned painfully and let go of what remained of the carcass, which slowly sank beneath the waves one last time on its journey to the ocean floor. Feeling horrible I slowly swam along the water's surface on my way back into the island's cove and our dock. There was probably a reason why gluttony was looked down upon, and I was experiencing it. At least I had a loophole.

Taking as deep of a breath as I could I closed my eyes again and sank into the clear shallow water of our cove. Once more I turned my focus inwards, forcing the Change upon my body to take place at a faster pace than normal. Generally that was a bad idea because even though it meant the process takes around a second -as apposed to the normal rate that takes around a minute- it consumes far more of the body's energy. But then again that was the point in this case. Most of my overlarge meal was almost instantly absorbed and turned to energy, fueling the Change. Even as that happened my body shrank once more. What normally took place in stages happened all at once; scale became fur even as it's color changed, horns wings fangs talons and tail shrank and melded back into the form of an otter.

As suddenly as it started the Change ended, leaving me once again as an otter and floating underwater with a significantly smaller gut. Feeling the need to breathe again I struck out for the surface, breaking though and taking several rejuvenating breaths of air. Despite the drain of the Change, I still felt somewhat bloated. Which was lucky for me really, I'd be a sad sight as an otter with a belly stuffed with most of a great white, even if it was just a juvenile.

Swimming at a much easier and faster pace without such an overfull stomach I made landfall again, walking back onto the welcoming sands of our privet beach. I didn't go far however. After walking just far enough to be safely away from any of the waves, I collapsed onto the warm and dry sands. Not from exhaustion -though the fast shifting had drained me more than I had thought it would- but from the languor that often overcomes my kind after a large meal. Which despite the fact I had burnt off who knows how many calories, I still felt like I wouldn't need to eat for quite some time.

I felt myself growing drowsy, and I didn't bother to fight it. A nap sounded nice right then, and the day was already pleasantly warm even with the cool breeze coming off the ocean. My fur would dry off in no time, so I settled into the sands content with the idea of a morning nap. As I drifted off, my mind threw one more fantasy at me before I went out like a light. And that was of Alex laying next to me as naked as I was. Murring lightly at the image I fell into a welcoming blankness.

That blankness deepened soon enough into pleasant fantasy, wherein I was joined by the person of my previous imaginings. The otteress was clad this time in a red two-piece that I could only describe as tempting, while I had my shorts back on. As I reclined in the warm sands of our beach, my dream Alex sauntered over to me with a sexy swaying step that I couldn't help but admire. I watched her draw closer, and she gave me that same sly wink whispering in what was undoubtedly the most seductive voice I've ever heard. "You don't have anywhere to be now, do you?" All I could do was smile dreamily and shake my head. The faux Alex giggled and stretched out next to me, resting her head on my chest while a finger idly trailed through my belly fur. Even in a dream her touch thrilled me, although less than the real Alex's had.

I sighed pleasantly, dream or not I was going to enjoy this. Stretching out I wrapped an arm around her waist, and gently pulled her closer to me. She didn't resist, quite the opposite in fact. Tacking the opening my dream Alex rolled over to lie on top of me, covering my body with her own. I wasn't about to let her move from there either, the tightening of my grip around her sleek waist made that clear to the both of us. Mere inches separated our muzzles and I could taste her sweet breath mixing with my own. Our eyes locked again and even in this surreal plain I was transfixed, even more so as I caught the lustful sparkle in those blue pools.

My free hand found its way to the back of her neck, and gently rubbed into her deliciously soft fur. She arched her neck into my touch and her eyes half closed as she enjoyed the sensual contact. On a whim I scratched lightly behind one of her ears, causing her eyelids to droop further as she let out a satisfied moan. How could I pass up an opening like that? I pulled her lips to mine suddenly; closing what tiny space lay between us and deftly slipped my tongue passed her open lips. Her eyes went wide at my advance and she froze momentarily, no doubt she was as surprised as I was yesterday. But those shining depths were soon hidden again as she got caught up in the moment.

I never knew dreams could be so vivid. Along with the faux Alex I was swept away on a wave of boiling passion. Our tongues clashed and wrestled in one another's mouths, and her taste almost overwhelmed me with its zest. I wasn't about to let the sensation pass, and held her tightly to myself. Locking both her and I in a world of euphoria, which we were loath to leave. I lost all sense of time as I was enveloped in what seemed to me an endless kiss.

And the good just kept getting better, after what could have been an hour, day, or even a week to my addled mind, Alex took things a step further. I groaned into our kiss as she started to grind her hips against mine, and the bulge that was swiftly forming there. In just a few moments I was fully hard and restrained -almost- painfully by my shorts. Shorts that I could feel becoming wet with something that wasn't mine, or the sea's. Just to be sure I bucked up against her, and was greeted with more of her wetness as well as a moan from the otteress. Delighting in her response I returned her grinding with small dry thrusts of my own, while still keeping our lips locked together. Soon our motions became almost frantic as we bumped and grinded firmly against each other. Only the thin and by now thoroughly soaked material of the thong-like bottom half of her bikini and my shorts separated my aching shaft from her willing tunnel.

Growling lowly I tore away from her mouth and opened my eyes, only to be consumed again by her eyes that now blazed with a lust that no doubt shined from my own. My dream Alex sat up, and I let my arms fall down to rest on her hips as she straddled me. Her grinding slowed down to a teasing pace as she ran her hands across her stomach and chest. She kept up with her teasing actions for a good while, treating me to a show I didn't really need to see. I was more than ready to move on to the main performance, but it was a nice show and thankfully she didn't torment me for too long.

Her ample chest began to rise and fall quickly as her exited breathing grew faster. She dragged her fingers through her stomach fur once more, before turning her attention to her nipples. She caressed and tweaked her hardening nubs, drawing a few soft moans from herself. I couldn't take it anymore, there was no way in hellfire that I could just lay there any longer. Deftly I hooked my fingers underneath the strings of her thong, and pulled upwards sharply. She gasped loudly as the soaking strip dug between her folds. "Eager to start are we?" she asked in the tones of a true seductress, although I hardly needed anymore coaxing. An almost threatening growl was my only response as I yanked harder on her bikini bottom, which dragged another louder moan from her.

Her fingers curled underneath the bottom of her revealing top, and my eyes finally dropped from our staring contest to watch. Oh so slowly she began pulling off her top, showing me more and more of herself. Just as her nipples were about to be exposed I murmured "Someone up there likes me."

BWWAAAAAAAA!!!

My dream shattered in an instant as I was catapulted violently back into the waking world. The ethereal pleasure from my mind vanished in an instant, Alex's tempting image held in my vision for a moment before dissolving. And as the sight faded so too did the wonderful sensations that had been plaguing me in my dream. I was alone and nude on our island's beach, with a raging hard on. "SON OF A B-" BWWAAAAAAAA!!! Another loud burst drowned out my yelled profanity. I glared venomously out at the sound's source; an ocean liner was motoring by perhaps a mile off shore. Briefly I toyed with the idea of sinking the ship for disturbing my respite, but even in my head it was an empty threat. I could never do something like that, at least not for such a trivial matter. Even so, that didn't stop me from storming back to the manor.

Feeling justifiably pissed I slammed the door behind me once I was inside, the sound of which echoed back from the high ceilings and large rooms of my family's manor. Gathering up my previously discarded clothing I muttered indignantly to myself "Who in their right mind goes around blowing horns this early in the morning, some people are still trying to sleep for crying..out...loud." My rant trailed off as I caught sight of the clock. I stared blankly at the time for a moment before it hit me. It was 4:45 pm. I had slept the morning and afternoon away, and my friends were due to arrive in fifteen minutes for the party. And I now had a new theory; someone up there really likes to mess with my head.

Shaking off the last remaining dregs of my overlong nap I dashed off to my bathroom, which was an offshoot from my bedroom. Meaning that I had to run down several hallways towards the western wing of our manor, my parent's room was on the opposite side and I was always grateful for that. As open about sex as we were in my family, there were some things that I just didn't need to hear. Opening the door to my dimly lit room I bypassed the miniature mountain of pillows that served as my bed, and passed by the mirror that took up much of the adjacent wall. That had come in handy more than once in my past relations. I headed to a plain looking door on the opposite wall.

Inside was my personal bathroom, there was nothing out of the ordinary in there. Excluding a walk-in shower that was large enough to accommodate my natural form twice over of course. Needless to say there were more than a few who though the size of our home and its features to be excessive to say the least. But they all chalked it up to the eccentric ways that generally come with wealth, which suited us just fine. Whatever kept them away from the truth and satisfied their minds was just fine by us.

Entering my 'eccentrically' large shower I turned several of the showerheads on to full blast, and as cold as I could make them. The result being that I was instantly drenched in a torrent of freezing water. I let out a loud yelp as the water penetrated my thick fur down to the skin, and more so as it ran over what was once my hard shaft. Amazing how fast it can go down with frigid water cascading over my entirety. But at least I was fully awake now, and the urge had subsided for the moment at least. Hastily I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and started lathering up, I didn't have much time to spare and quite honestly I don't like freezing my tail off. In a few short minutes I had managed to work the suds into every inch of fur, which was then quickly rinsed. After which the flow of artic water was swiftly shut off. I stood there for a moment shivering from the cold before I started shaking myself vigorously and created my own little rainstorm. Once most of the water had been shaken out I stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel I quickly dried the rest of my fur, before taking it and my discarded clothes and throwing them into the hamper in the bathroom's corner. I didn't have time to deal with those right now, besides it's not like they were going anywhere.

Not wanting to waste any of the time that I didn't have I patted down my mostly dry fur as I left the bathroom. By my own estimation I had maybe a five minute grace period to get ready before my guests would start arriving. I was cutting things close, but it was worth it. Or it would have been if I had gotten in another few minutes of dreaming. As I strode quickly over to my closet, I was mentally counting down until some of the early arrivals would be at my door. Without preamble I nearly threw open the sliding door of my closet. Unlike what one could expect the closet wasn't all that big, and held far fewer clothes as one might guess. I really didn't need a mall's worth of clothes, so I didn't need to own that much. The vast majority of the closet's contents were either shorts or t-shirts; it was warm all year long so there really wasn't a need for much else. My style really didn't expand beyond casual dress.

After a few moments of deliberation I settled for a loose fitting dark blue t-shirt, and a pair of black shorts. I hurriedly put on my attire and checked myself out in my mirror wall, patting down my fur wherever it stood out at odd angles. After I was done with that I thought I looked pretty presentable, a little damp perhaps, but nothing that would cause any problems. Leaving my room I started walking to the kitchen to check the time once more, but just as I was turning into the kitchen I heard the doorbell ring. I kept on turning with a smirk on my face; I really did have great timing if nothing else.

As the bell rang throughout the many rooms of my home a second time, I picked up my pace towards the door, and I had reached them by the time the chime sounded a third time. Putting on a welcoming smile I opened the door wide to welcome the first of my party guests. The door hadn't even been opened all the way before a tan furred hand burst through the gap and thumped me on the shoulder. More out of surprise than anything I let out a yelp and jumped back a pace as Brian (who like me was dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts) pushed the door open fully. I rubbed the spot he had hit pretending it had hurt "Hey! What was that for?!"

The fennec just smirked and said "For interrupting us the other day."

"Us?" I asked.

Brian looked sheepish for a moment before saying "Yah, I brought Chloe along. I hope you don't mind." He stepped off to the side, revealing his girlfriend. The white-tailed doe was wearing a conservative top and shorts that really didn't show off much. Although most could tell that if she wanted too she could turn quite a few faces. But then again I knew her to be a shy person, or at least I did before that ill timed phone call two days back.

Dropping my hand away from my shoulder I smiled again and waved my hand in a dismissive manner "Ah it's alright, this is a party right? Why don't you two come on in and make yourselves at home, the others should be here soon." Brian and Chloe walked in passed me, and I heard a quiet thank you from the deer as she passed. I left my early guests to themselves for a moment as I stepped outside for a moment. Looking out I could see several boats heading for the island, one low-riding craft had already reached the bay and was pulling up to the dock. It wouldn't be much longer before things got started at the Storm mansion I thought to myself with a grin. A bit of partying was just what I needed right now. I turned back inside to get a few things ready before the rest made their way to the manor.

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...The party was about to start, and it was too late to stop it now. And even if I could have stopped it, I doubt that I would have. Even for all the trouble, stress, and various other problems that would follow; I still believe that it was worth it...