{"sf1_id":50943,"sf2_id":"rnawdpXe","title":"Chapter 6: Incomplete","author":"MixedUpPup","words":5157,"posted_at":"2008-05-19T20:19:00.000Z","tags":["Adventure","Canine","Cuddling","Dalmatian","M/M","Near Future","No-Yiff","Raccoon","Story Progression","Teenagers"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/50943-chapter-6-incomplete","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rnawdpXe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/96/dd/96dd971f-a32e-4102-9ad8-882b1fcb5101","description":"#6 of Caught Up in the Moment/But not in the Right Way.(INCOMPLETE)","content":"~Stupid disclaimer thingy~ Ya adult content blah blah blah. If you read this and your not old enough. try not to get caught. if you aren't held back by any of those silly laws then your good too. Also... M/M Here, so... Not your bag? Then exit now. Otherwise Enjoy!  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n~{If I got a nickel for every sunrise and sunset that took my breath away while I was in that cage, I would have probably gotten... well... about a dollar...  \nStill, my point is, ever since I returned home, here on Piccadilly, the rises and sets of the sun have never been the same.  \nI guess ever since the sun started burning out, our planet rallied every strong mind in existence to come up with a solution for the whole need for light thing.  \nThe solution? A guy named Chilly Chonka came up with \"Chilly Chonka's Everlasting Light bulbs\". Definatly not a joke, either. The rich bastard's living on the moon now in a dome, so you can go ask him if you need. Just make a left at Marauder's Crater, and it's the giant bubble straight ahead.  \nSo upon this break-through, the leaders really have been reaching into keeping the damn thing lit 24/7, which really bums you out every once in a while. I mean, it's like someone figured \"Hey, maybe we can actually compete for the title of the sun, seeing as it's previous holder started dropping the ball a couple billion years it. Pfft... Noob...\"}~  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n{The wind starting picking up at around noon or so, which was a relief from the pounding  \nsun that had been snickering above them ever since the two unfortunate souls had been  \nthrown in the brig. Although the sound a motion that was brought on by the waves was  \nterrifying, the two couldn't help but sigh in relief as the clouds curdled up in the sky, ready to  \nexpel a couple months worth of evaporated ocean back onto them.  \n  \n\"We need a good rain,\" Angela smiled, looking to the sky. \"Right? I mean all the days have  \nbeen clear. My fur definatly needs a good soaking, ya know?\"  \n  \nShe turned to Wyler, as if he were educated in the super secret art of \"Sun vs. Fur\", to  \nwhich he replied with a small sigh.  \n  \n\"What's your problem today?\" She asked, eying the mutt's arm. She reached out and  \ncompared her fur to his before he violently pulled away.  \n  \n\"Could you NOT touch my fur?\" He shouted at her. \"Honestly... I don't care how dry my fur  \nis! I don't care how dry your fur is! I just DON'T care!\"  \n  \n\"Um... holy shit?\" Angela chuckled almost manically. \"You're like, going psycho in this cage,  \naren't ya?\" She then started moving closer. \"Aren't ya! Aren't ya!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As sudden as the lightning bolt behind her flashed, Angela began to change. Her teeth  \ngrew 2 inches longer, her claws extended into extremely sharp points, and her fur became  \nragged as she ripped out of her clothing. (And not like a good ripping out of her clothing or  \nanything. Think more along the lines or the She-Hulk, and you'll just about have it pictured.)  \n  \nShe expelled a low growl that sent shivers up Wyler's spine just as he was exiting the state  \nof shock that, yes, this whole thing was actually happening. He suddenly whimpered as he  \ninstinctively scuttled away from the beast that was closing in, poking at him with her vicious  \nclaws.  \n  \n\"Aren't ya!\" She repeated, this time in a deepened, almost unnatural tone that shook the  \nchains that held the cage down. He had reached the other side of the cage and was  \nbeginning the slide to a corner to his right. The bars began imprinting into his back as if  \nJigsaw himself wanted him to escape by forcing himself into various, inch-wide strips, length-  \nlong.  \n  \nAnd spontaneously, as if one last thread of hope remained, the whimper of \"Angela...\"  \ncalled out from Wyler's muzzle that made the monster stop in its tracks. She cocked her  \nhead and looked at her paw, which was suddenly oozing black goo from her still growing  \nclaws.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Angela!\" He screamed, provoking the demon, causing her to raise the paw she had just  \nexamined, and as soon as she did she let it fall like a guillotine, which seemingly raked  \nacross the chest of the mutt who cowered. The wound sent three identical sprays of blood  \nscreaming through the air before...}  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*Tip\\* \\*Tap\\*  \n  \n\"...GahAHAAH!!\" Wyler screamed into the darkening afternoon sky.  \n  \n\"GahAHSAS?!\" Came the response as Angela flew up from the corner she was sleeping in  \nand instantly glared venom at Wyler. \"What the hell did I say about WAKING ME UP!\"  \n  \n\"Oh great,\" Wyler moaned. \"Why don't you just go all demony and slice me with your  \ngooey black claws then!\"  \n  \nAngela opened her mouth to reply, wrinkled her nose, and spread confusion about her  \nface. \"Excuse me...?\" A loooooong pause followed, complete with more \\*Tip\\*\\*Taps\\* from  \nabove.  \n  \n\"Is it actually...\" Wyler tried changing that subject as he held out his paw. \"... raining?\"  \n  \n\"Oh I hope so,\" Angela sighed, raising her cloak as she sprawled out, revealing her... well  \nrevealing and sexy underwear. \"My fur could use a good soaking, ya know? It's been so dry  \nlately...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wyler's eyes widened. \"Say what...?\"  \n  \n\"Ya know? Dry fur...\"  \n  \n\"NO!\" Wyler shouted, cutting her off as he ripped at the fur on his head. He moved to the  \ncorner of the cage and fell to the fetal position before Angela cocked her head.  \n  \n\"What's your problem...?\" Angela asked, sort of repulsed and annoyed from the sudden  \noutburst.  \n  \n\"Shut up!\" The mutt shook. \"No more talking, Kay? Just... shut up!\"  \n  \n\"Whoa whoa,\" Angela could hardly hold her smile as she caught on. \"Just calm down,  \nbuddy, okay? It was just a...\" She stopped, clenching her gut. The raccoon had suddenly put  \non the sickest expression Wyler had ever seen, which was soon followed by immense  \nfidgeting. It started in her knees, then moved up her spine until it shimmed to her neck, then  \nfell down to her ankles.  \n  \n\"Angela, cut it out!\" Wyler braced for what he saw coming, covering his head while the rain  \nhad begun a constant knock on his skull.  \n  \n\"But Wyler!\" She cried as her gaze fell to the ground. Her shaking became violent as the  \nmutt started screaming.  \n  \n\"Get me out of here!!\" He raked his soaking paws against the bars of the cage. \"Just  \nplease! Get me out! Somebody!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Suddenly, Angela's body stopped its terrorizing display as the expression on the raccoon's  \nface began to pucker. She looked up to the horrified pooch who had his body contorted  \naround the corner.  \n  \n\"Oh my god you SUCK!\" She hardly got out before she erupted in laughter. Onto the deck  \nshe landed as she exhaled pure enjoyment into the still darkening sky. \"I can't believe you  \nactually FELL for that!\"  \n  \nA few painful and embarrassing moments of laughter floated around the cage, followed by  \nthe first sound of movement. Wyler had slowly risen with a blank stare set into his stone face  \nas he walked over to where the raccoon was still rolling on the deck.  \n  \n\\*SMACK!\\*  \n  \nAnd that was the hardest I had ever hit her... or any other girl for that matter...  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Boy...\" Trusser said as sat on his bed, giving a slight glace to the circular window on the  \nwall behind him. It was the only light source that illuminated the room, which it did in a cold  \ngrey that cast menacing shadows from everything. \"...it looks like a tough one a'comin', eh  \nHudson?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Sure...\" Hudson sighed. He lay with his back to the tiger, holding his pillow close, hugging  \nit dearly.  \n  \nA couple silent moments slunk by before Trusser rolled over, putting his paw on the  \ndalmatian's shoulder. \"You're worried about the two in the cage aren't ya, mate...\"  \n  \nHudson lowered his ears as he balled up tight. \"How could I not...? It's too cruel what the  \ncaptain Agnus is doing to them... He could at least let us take care of it...\"  \n  \n\"Oh come on, lad,\" Trusser replied. \"He ain't cruel... Just cold is all... He's always..\"  \n  \n\"Cold equals cruel, Trusser...\" Hudson cut him off. He then quickly sighed before he buried  \nhimself into his pillow and blocked off all sound from his head. This left him in a dark  \nnothingness known as his \"happy\" place.  \n  \n  \n  \nThis is where he thought. Simple as that. It had always been this way.  \n  \nRecently, though, posters of to faces intruded the black walls that surrounded him. The  \nriddled two sides, expelling good and bad whichever way he looked.  \n  \nOn one side lay a certain caged mutt, his fur shining from some source of light, unseen.  \nEmbroidered in things as good as flowers, it brought a smile to Hudson's muzzle each and  \nevery time he thought about him. More so, ever since his constant guest star appearances  \nhad begun to frequent his dreams.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then, opposite to happiness lay the smug corroded face of Captain Agnus. Every time he entered this room, he ripped down the thought of him, only to turn around and see his face  \nsnickering again, back on the wall of black.  \n  \nAnd so, this is where he thought. Simple as that.  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Hey!\" Trusser's voice had finally broken through, shattering his room into shards. And  \nonce again he found himself back in reality. \"Are you even listening to me, lad!\"  \n  \nThe dalmatian found himself where he had left him, lying on his bed again, only the clock  \non the wall had taken upon itself to skip ahead an hour. The rain pitter-pattered on the  \nwindow harder than ever as he turned around to look at Trusser, who stared at him waiting  \nfor a response.  \n  \n\"Whatcha say?\" He yawned wide. \"I wasn't listening...\"  \n  \n\"God damn, kid,\" The tiger yawned hard as well. Contagious things, yawns are. \"I was just  \nasking what you think we should do... about the two outside, ya know?\"  \n  \n\"Is that a trick question...?\" Hudson raised an eyebrow. \"I haven't felt right ever since we  \nthrew them in there!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Okay okay,\" Trusser chuckled, amused at how strongly he felt about the whole  \nthing. \"Let's make another trip to the Captain's quarters then, alright? I feel horrid about  \nleaving that coon-lady outside in this storm... that fragile thing...\"  \n  \n\"What about the boy?\" Hudson perked his ears. \"You don't feel bad for him at all?\"  \n  \n\"It's simple, Hudson,\" Trusser laid a paw on the dalmatian's shoulder again. More for  \nsupport as he rolled out of bed then anything else. \"You can't fuck guys... Now that coon on  \nthe other hand...\" He rubbed his paws together and stuck out his tongue.  \n  \n\"Ya know...\" Hudson sighed as he rose and followed him to the door. \"That's a little creepy.  \nHaving sex with someone like... 20 years younger then you...\"  \n  \n\"You mean you wouldn't?\" Trusser asked as he opened the door. He stopped dead in his  \ntracks.  \n  \n\"Well, no...\" Hudson replied, getting them both coats from the corner. \"I mean they would  \neven exist yet... and that would kind of be...\" He caught sight of outside and let his jaw drop.  \n  \nThe rain was coming down harder then major league baseball pitches as golf-ball sized  \ndrops exploded on the deck just outside the door.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Suddenly...\" Trusser gulped as he slammed the steel door. \"I'm having second thoughts  \nabout going out there...\" He turned to Hudson, who had his arm extended with a coat hanging  \nfrom the end of it.  \n  \n\"We're going!\" He demanded as he pushed him. \"And that's that!\"  \n  \n\"But...\" Trusser's ears drooped as he seemingly shrunk to a puddle of stripped liquid. \"Cats  \ndon't like water...\"  \n  \n\"Tiger's LOVE water!\" Hudson screamed as he multitasked in opening the door, sending the  \ntiger outside, then following him with a slam. All the while pulling on his own coat in the  \nprocess. The rain hit them hard as they ran down the exposed hall until the hit the very last  \ndoor on the left.  \n  \nTrusser knocked hard and stood listening. He grimaced at each gigantic drop that burst on  \nhis head until a full five minutes had passed. Then, finally, the door creaked slowly opened,  \nrevealing a very scary looking Captain Agnus.  \n  \n\"Tell me this ain't about the cagelings again...\" He sighed as he walked backward, leaving  \nthe two room to jump in until the captain halted them. \"Stay there, mates. Just cause it's  \nraining doesn't mean you can soak my carpet.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Captain Agnus, please...\" Hudson couldn't hold it in anymore. \"Please let them out.  \nHonestly, they could die tonight it the rain doesn't let up.\"  \n  \n\"So?\" The captain chuckled as he poured himself some gin into a cup shaped like a  \nmermaid. \"That'll just make my life easier... Let them drown I say!\" He toasted himself like  \nhe had just gotten married.  \n  \n\"You can't do that!\" Hudson screamed. \"It's not moral!\"  \n  \n\"Hudson!\" Trusser barked as he covered the dalmatian's muzzle with his paw. Captain  \nAgnus seemed ready to pounce on him if he had said another word. \"Stay you're tongue,  \nyoung'un.\" Hudson mumbled obscenities that were muffled out by Trusser's voice.  \n  \n\"Sir...\" He smiled as he bowed slightly, holding wriggling canine to his chest like a rag  \ndoll. \"If I may suggest something?\"  \n  \nThe captain nodded, sipping his cup.  \n  \n\"Well,\" The tiger sighed. \"You see, I feel like we're angering God by doing this to those  \npoor souls... I feel if we show them a little mercy, this storm'll let up and it'll be smooth  \nsailing from here on in. The ship just can't take this much abuse and we need...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"God...?\" The captain busted out laughing. \"You and I both know that God is a load of  \ncrock, Trusser.\" He raised his paw and held up two fingers. \"Two things...\"  \n  \n\"Sir?\"  \n  \n\"First, Trusser. These two outraged you to no end a few days ago. What's with the sudden  \nchange of heart, eh?\"  \n  \n\"Well...\"  \n  \n\"Second!\" Agnus pounded his fist on his armrest. \"You've never believed in religion a  \nsecond of your life. Or any God for that matter. I'll tell you what you really want out of all  \nthis, Trusser.\"  \n  \n\"What sir...?\" The tiger gulped. Silence then followed. The only thing Hudson could hear  \nwas the speeding up of the tiger's heart that restrained him.  \n  \n\"I've eyed you eying that lass in there.\" He finally said, following up with a low growl. \"You  \ncould care less about the good of the two. You just want a good fuck, then cast them away.  \nYou're more shameless then I am, coming in here and badgering me, just so you can have  \none night of pleasure...\"  \n  \nTrusser took a breath in to reply, but was cut off by Agnus once again. \"I should throw you  \nin there with them...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Alright cap'n... Let's forget about the whole thing then... You've already spoken and I  \nshouldn't impose...\"  \n  \n\"Damn right,\" The captain toasted again as he laid back in his chair, sipping the last of his  \nglass. \"I assume that's all then?\"  \n  \nThe tiger nodded, still holding Hudson close. The dalmatian had gone limp in the strong  \narms of Trusser's. The feeling of hopelessness bad become solid in his chest as his last hero  \nreality had to offer, fell like a fly to the dirt. It was then and there, the he realized matters  \nmust be taken into his own paws...  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Well this sucks...\" Wyler sad as swelled raindrops fell through the bars onto them. His  \nvoice cut through the noise of rain like a dull knife as he sighed, holding up his side of  \nAngela's cloak.  \n  \nThey had fashioned a makeshift, semi-working tent from her bleached, lime-smelling cloak  \nby sitting back to back. Both their heads held up the center and the closed it at the corners  \nwith their paws. But then raise had started pelting them so hard it bruised, even through the  \nweak protection of the cloak.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Tell me about it...\" Angela finally replied. She was shivering in her newly brandished dark  \ngreen tank top and jean shorts, which she had somehow kept hidden in her cloak until she  \nremoved it an hour before.  \n  \nDeep tapping around them kept silence at bay as they say, feeling the water below them  \nchurn and rock the barge this way and that. The chains that held the cage would rattle from  \nstrain, causing a dull state of alarm that faded out after a while.  \n  \nSoon, though, bewildered thoughts started encasing Wyler's head. Like: \"What if one of the  \nlinks on the chain just felt like breaking?\" Into the dark abyss that was the ocean they would  \ngo. Nuff said. He began terrifying himself to the point of tears at the thoughts that followed.  \n  \n\"Angela...\" Wyler whimpered. \"I'm scared...\"  \n  \n\"What?!\" Angela shouted. \"Speak up Wyler, I don't have canine hearing like you!\"  \n  \n\"I said I'm SCARED!\" Wyler shouted back, feeling good about screaming.  \n  \n\"Oh!\" Angela said as she shivered. \"Me too, Wyler. I mean I'm freezing my nips off here...  \nlike... What if the chains...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Don't say it...\" Wyler interrupted. \"Just shut up...\"  \n  \nAngela didn't reply for a while, although she kept her shivering up. The cloak had become  \nso saturated that it stuck to them.  \n  \n\"If you had a choice...\" She said moments later.\" Where would you be right now?\"  \n  \n\"Say what?\" Wyler asked.  \n  \n\"IF YOU HAD A CHOICE...\" She shouted over the rain, causing Wyler to chuckle.  \n  \n\"No,\" He said. \"That was just out of nowhere.\"  \n  \n\"Well?\"  \n  \n\"I guess I'd be... on my roof.\"  \n  \n\"You're roof?\"  \n  \n\"What..?\"  \n  \n\"YOU'RE ROOF!\"  \n  \n\"Yeah. With Jasey... Debating on kissing him like I always do...\" He paused and waited for  \nthe raccoon to laugh, but the somehow felt that she was smiling.  \n  \n\"That sounds sweet.\" She said. \"You liked that Jasey guy didn't you...?\"  \n  \n\"Oh...\" Wyler scoffed. \"More then you'd believe. He's so... girly it's a wonder how he's not in  \nmy position, with me in his.\"  \n  \n\"What do you mean?\"  \n  \n\"The gay thing...?\"  \n  \n\"Oh right...\" Angela said. \"Go on then.\"  \n  \n\"I dunno...\" The mutt sighed as he adjusted. His ass had gone numb from a mix of sitting  \non a hard floor and the cold water that circulated around it. \"He would have like so...  \nbearable...\" He paused. \"But sadly... he can only be my best friend.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And awkward silence filled before Angela asked \"What about the dalmatian? You seem  \npretty strung out on him too.\"  \n  \n\"He's such a dream...\" Wyler replied. \"But knowing my luck, he's off talking about boobs  \nand whatnot with that tiger he's always with.\"  \n  \n\"Now HE'S a dream..\" Angela caught a drop of drool that leaked out of her muzzle and was  \nglad Wyler didn't notice.  \n  \nThey both laughed in spite of the scene until their sides started to hurt. After a minute or  \nso it quieted, and once again they were left with nothing but the sounds of rain striking wood.  \n  \n\"How about you?\" Wyler finally asked.  \n  \n\"Hmm?\" Angela raised her eyebrow.  \n  \n\"Ya know?\" Wyler went on. \"If you could choose...?\"  \n  \n\"Oh!\" Angela thought for a second. \"Okay... but you can't laugh.\"  \n  \nWyler nodded.  \n  \n\"I guess I would be home too, in the third floor game room playing pool with my butler,  \nwhich is pretty fun considering he only tries half the time cause I'm a girl. He's really good  \nthought. My dad can't even beat him...\"  \n  \nWyler thought about that for a second, then contorted his face in confusion. \"Third floor?  \nButler? Pool?!\" Suddenly it dawned on him. \"...what did you say your last name was, again?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"McKlarrenWood,\" Angela chuckled as if that was an actual normal name.  \n  \n  \n  \n~{Let me let you in on a little something. The last name of McKlarrenWood was basically  \nconsidered royalty where I came from, and when I found out that I had run away with the  \nheiress of the McKlarrenWood fortune, I almost shit my soaking wet pants.  \nUpper class to the Nth degree, They were a family that were hated by most, simply  \nbecause they thrived on gossip. Their estates were peppered across town, strategically placed in every corner of the city. You couldn't go to any street corner, alleyway, or shop without the McKlarrenWoods knowing about it.  \nBut how did they get so loaded, you ask? Politics maybe? Maybe some royal bloodline that somehow creeped it's way into a dull and dank city like London?  \nNo actually. Her father's father, Westley McKlarrenWood III was a carpenter who died of cancer, and his last dieing wish was that a lottery ticket was to be purchased in the name of his son, Westley VI. And by some cracked out turn of events, the dumb luck of death won his son a 22 million dollar jackpot.  \nPretty sweet, seeing as all I got from my dad was a toolkit, a gold necklace from when he was 13, and $1,200 in life insurance...}~  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nWyler gulped hard as he felt the need to bow. \"Why the hell didn't you tell me you were a  \nMcKlarrenWood?!\"  \n  \nIt never came up?\" Angela started getting defensive. \"And besides, you'd treat me  \ndifferent if I did.\"  \n  \n\"You're freaking nuts...\" Wyler almost shouted, a drop of rain smacking him right on the  \nnoggin as he did. It stung as he recoiled. \"You're gonna be rich when your dad kicks the  \nbucket?! He's...\"  \n  \n\"Westley McKlarrenWood VI,\" Angela said sarcastically. \"Believe me... I know...\"  \n  \n\"So that's why you ran away?\"  \n  \n\"I got tired of being treated like a princess...\"  \n  \n\"So you ran AWAY?!\"  \n  \n\"Yep...?\"  \n  \n\"You're freaking nuts...\"  \n  \nAngela's gaze fell to the puddle on her stomach that had formed from the dripping down  \nthrough the cloak. That's when a strange noise echoed through the cage.  \n  \nA clanging vibrated, causing them both to jump. It started as a rattling at first, but then  \ngrew into an aggravating array of grunts, curses, and clangs as both of them stuck their  \nheads out to see.  \n  \n\"Hi,\" A figure, barely visible through a curtain of rain waved to them as he fumbled with  \nthe lock on the door with his paws. He seemed to have a towel over his head as he cursed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Who're you?\" Angela called to him before Wyler could get it out.  \n  \n\"Oh, just the guy who's gonna get you out of here,\" He said, slurping falling water from his  \nmuzzle. \"Now lemme concentrate. There's a bunch of keys on this ring and I can't really see  \nwhich...\"  \n  \n\"Hudson!\" An enraged shout made all three of them jump as the bulky form of Trusser,  \nalso draped in some sort of fabric, ran up to our hero and pulled the key's from his grasp.  \n  \n\"Trusser?!\" Hudson shouted in response. \"We HAVE to help them! Come on! They're gonna  \ndrown!\"  \n  \n\"It's a cage, lad. Water goes through bars, ya know? They'll live.\"  \n  \n\"Trusser!\" Angela shouted, throwing on her innocent face, although it probably had no  \neffect on the situation. \"Let out... please... We're being pelted here...\"  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" Wyler pleaded. \"At least throw a tarp over or something...\"  \n  \nTrusser sighed, realizing that the longer he took to consider everything, the longer he was  \ngonna get wet. And without realizing it, he had reawakened his conscience, which was also  \npleading along with them to take them in. Finally, he gave a groan and eyed the two behind  \nbars. \"You better be quiet...\" He connected the key to the lock and turned. \"And this is just till  \nthe rain stops, ya hear? After that, you're back out here baking, ya got it!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Got it,\" The two said in unison. Wyler wagged his tail, sloshing water across Angela as she  \nreclaimed her cloak.  \n  \n\"Now can we PLEASE get out of here?\"  \n  \n  \n  \nAfter about 5 minutes of the two trying to talk again, 3 minutes of groaning from climbing  \nstairs, and god knows how long of them trying to keep quiet while Trusser lead them all  \nstealth-like to the room, they were finally inside.  \n  \nHow glorious the small room (that was half taken up by the two beds inside) was. Even the  \nsmall light in the table by the door was a huge luxury compared to the crisp dark nights they  \nhad to endure for who knows how long.  \n  \n\"Strip by the door,\" Trusser grunted as he took off the fabric he wore with a slurp.  \nMiraculously, though, he was left completely dry as he padded his way over to his bed and  \nfell with a thud.  \n  \n\"Strip?\" Angela asked him as she took over her cloak, letting it squish into a pathetic pile  \nthat she kicked into the corner. \"Like... naked?\"  \n  \n\"That's a little awkward...\" Wyler said as he looked to Hudson, who looked away blushing a  \nsplit second after. \"I mean it's not even the third date...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No you twat...\" Trusser sighed, rubbing his temples. He pointed to the foot of his bed,  \nwhere there lay two outfits, generic sailor uniforms that all the other crewmembers  \nwore. \"Those are our extra uni's... You can wear mine Angela. Wyler gets Hudson's. Any  \nproblems with that?\"  \n  \n\"I'll be wearing a tent...\" Angela sighed. \"Don't you have anything a little more... not huge?\"  \n  \n\"We seem to be the same size,\" Hudson smiled, going over and handing the mutt his extra  \nclothes.  \n  \nHe accepted the gesture and stripped off one piece of clothing at a time and replaced it the  \nsailor counterpart, each time looking to Hudson who blushed and turned away immediately.  \n  \nAngela, on the other paw, just took off her clothes, stood there a second, and awkwardly  \ndressed in the 20 sizes too big outfit. Needless to say, Trusser had to hide his boner as he  \nalmost drooled from the show.  \n  \nAlright Angela,\" Trusser said as he ripped open the covers on his bed. \"Your in bed with  \nme. Wyder, you get the floor...\"  \n  \n\"Wyler,\" He corrected as he looked at his sleeping space which was riddled with wet  \nclothes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Whatever Trusser said as he beckoned the raccoon over, which she hesitantly  \nfollowed. \"Now go to bed, all. Tomorrow this nightmare will be over and you'll be back in that  \ncage before the captain finds out.\"  \n  \n\"Let's hope it doesn't...\" Wyler thought as he sighed, moving the soakage, which left a nice  \npuddle for him to lie in. Then he felt a paw at his shoulder.  \n  \n\"You can sleep in my bed with me...\" Hudson whispered, embarrassed. \"I mean... if that's  \nnot weird... or out of bounds... or something...\"  \n  \n\"Why don't you just ask him out on a date...\" Trusser laughed as he tried to put an arm  \naround Angela, who was pretending to be asleep as she groggily pushed it away each time.  \n  \nWyler just smiled and nodded, accepting the invitation as his heart fluttered in his throat.  \n  \n\"Oh geez...\" Hudson thought as he motioned for the canine to climb in first, which he did,  \nleaving the dalmatian more than enough space for him to join in.  \n  \n\"Oh jeez...\" Wyler thought as the dalmatian slipped under the blanket, smiling as him as he  \ndid so, all the while keeping his expression of \"Is this okay? I hope this is okay...\". And that's  \nwhen he got the sudden feeling he had done this before...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Silence felled the cabin as the two stayed tense, each afraid that the slightest relaxed  \nmuscle would offend the other and ruin the whole thing. It would have been perfect if not for  \nthe worry in each of their heads.  \n  \n\"What if He just wants to sleep...\"  \n  \n\"What if He doesn't feel it...\"  \n  \nAnd before each of them knew it, they under the Sandman's spell. Wyler had finally gotten  \na comfortable sleep that lulled him into dreamland, while Hudson finally found a night where  \nhe didn't shake. The sheets, so warmly soft... it was almost as if the world would end if that  \nmoment did.  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nNight's embrace had kept the room cool and dark as the four bodies lay motionless,, resting.  \nThe rain had, once again, picked up and was hammering on the deck, chipping paint off the  \nsteel walls, and sending an almost euphoric rhythm through the cabins housing the crew. A  \nrhythm that woke a sleeping mutt ever so slightly.  \n  \nHow opened his eyes slowly as he took in the scent that lay over the sheets of it's owner,  \nand upon regaining feeling in his body, he felt his legs intertwined with those of the one that  \nlay beside him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The position was uncomfortable, that's for sure, but the sheer force of touch had seemed  \nto be sending electricity through him. It made him smiled as he bared the growing ache that  \nhis legs cried of.  \n  \nIt was the first he had ever felt something like this before. Or was it? Something so strong  \nfrom such a dull and senseless thing, it was incredible. Even if it probably meant nothing to  \nHudson, it was more then enough to make up for dealing with a mood-swinging raccoon, a  \nloss of a best friend, and a, what seemed like, eternity spent in a cage.  \n  \nSlowly, though, the dalmatian shifted closer, crossing his arms around his left bicep,  \nholding it near to his firm and warm chest. He slid against Wyler, who held his breath as if  \nexpecting it to wake him, ceasing the moment. His whole left side lit aflame.  \n  \nWhat had started as a simple leg cross had grown to the dalmatian holding his arm  \nseemingly closer then life itself. His muzzle resting on his shoulder. His breath swimming on  \nhis neck.... It was then and there that the world melted away.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; If heaven had a feeling, this made it seem like hell as each growing second was like a foot  \non a gas pedal, accelerating the speed of his heart until he felt it in the fur of his toes.  \n  \n\"There's nothing to hold on to...\" Wyler felt his head rush as he envisioned himself  \nwrapping his arms around the dalmatian, holding him close until they felt as if they were  \none. \"The world is gone now... And I couldn't be happier you stayed...\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n(8)And maybe we would do this for the rest of our lives... Maybe we would live forever,  \nAnd maybe we don't have to think its right... And maybe we will.  \nAnd I can see, what you see... I don't want to feel this Incomplete,  \nAnd no one here, can tell me... How to fill this space between.(8)  \n\"Incomplete\"  \n-The Last Good Night.  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nOnce again I'd just like to appologise how painfully slow I'm churning out these chapters. I just recently had a problem with my microsoft word 2007 and had to downgrade... How annoying is that? Abut anyways yeah, i hope you all enjoyed this and keep your eyes peeled for chapter 7 =). I'll try to get it out asap.  \nLove ya guys^^  \n=Pup  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Caught Up in the Moment/But not in the Right Way.(INCOMPLETE)","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/49847-chapter-5-follow-me-now.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/54107-chapter-7-in-your-eyes.json"}}