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Chapter 1: Making a splash

"Get up! You're going to be late to school!" A deep voice bellowed from the hall of the small apartment. It was with that as well that the bright light illuminated the small bedroom. This was almost simultaneously accompanied by a low whine and the rustling of covers hiding the eyes of the fur in the bed.

"I'm not going to have you be late on your first day of school so get up!" The voice called again. This time though, to the ears of the young pup under the blanket the voice sounded closer. It was then followed by the tugging of the blanket that shielded his tired eyes. Eventually, the older fur won the battle which resulted in the black blanket being thrown off the bed.

"Get up Michael!" The older grey wolf said again as he stood now towering over the young teenage grey wolf who just slide his muzzle under his pillow.

"Five more minutes." Was the teenager's response to his dad, which caused a low annoyed growl before the sound of the middle age man stomping away from the bed. Inwardly, this caused Michael to smile and drift off again to the quiet sleep.

"AAAHHHH!" The teenager yelled as he shot straight up in bed. His emerald green eyes were wide open and staring at his father, who was dressed in the same business suit that Michael had seen him in years. In his hand was an empty metal bowl still dripping cold water onto the bare wooden floor of Michael's room.

"Screw you dad." Michael said, letting out an annoyed growl as his large hands went and wiped some of that cold water out of his eyes. His whole face was now dripping with cold tap water that his father had dumped on him after ripping the pillow off his muzzle.

The father chuckled and started out the room again, going to adjust his tie. "I told you to get up, and hey at least I started your shower." The father said in a cheeky tone as he left his son alone. A couple more choice words were thrown his father's direction before Michael slowly went and sat up on the edge of his bed and looked around his room.

It was a plain room with cheaply painted grey walls, and scuffed up composite wood floors. There was an old TV screen next to the one window the room had, and fluorescent lights on the ceilings. There was a flimsy metal desk in the corner, next to a small and old looking dresser. The only important looking things in the room were the multitudes of sports trophies on the dresser, a poster of his favorite basketball team that hung above his bed, and a small picture of his family that rested next to a crummy looking laptop computer that was on his desk.

Getting up though, Michael grabbed a towel that had been carelessly thrown on the ground by the dresser. He pulled down his boxers, and wrapped the white towel around his slim waist before he went to the bathroom. It was a quick shower, and private time for the pup that had already had his face "washed." Coming back to his room, Michael again threw the towel aside before putting on a fresh pair of underwear, some black sweatpants, and a plain white t-shirt. Finally came on the white ankle socks, and the one thing he did care about when it came to his dress, and that was his shoes. His shoes were flashy basketball shoes that were black and red. With the Nike swoosh on either side of the shoes, it showed that these shoes were in fact extremely expensive.

It was this once those shoes were on the fifteen year old went in front of the mirror and began to comb his head-fur. It was quick and easy to do and soon the teenager was looking great and ready to go out for the day. Walking happily out of his room, he entered right into the small apartment's kitchen. In there his dad was already standing having made his son a bowl of general cereal. Sitting down Michael started to quickly eat as he watched his farther sip on his coffee.

"You are going to be late Michael." The burly middle age wolf said as he watched Michael stand up. In that moment Michael had seemed a bit nervous. He had his bag in hand, his cereal finished he was ready to head out.

"You'll be fine." The father said ruffling the son's hair causing him to whine a bit and bat the hand away from the hair that he had worked to tame and comb. The boy just nodded and hugged his father tight in a silent teenage version of 'I love you.' Holding the hug a moment, the teenage wolf eventually let go and smiled.

"I'll see you later Pops." He called as he headed out the door and down the twelve flights of stairs out into the apartment complex that he lived in.

*** One and a half hours later ***

Like any puppy that had no supervision, Michael had taken his sweet time getting to the school. Even with the long, fifty blocks, walk, Michael had plenty of time to get to the Dwayne Preparatory School in the middle of the city. Still though, Michael had gotten to the school a couple minutes before the final bell to mark the beginning of the day.

"Shit, Shit, Shit." The teenager muttered to himself as he started to move quicker down the final block. He could tell that he was getting closer by the amount of flashy teenagers dressed to the nines in hopes to impress their peers on the first day of classes. Michael however was just in hopes of getting to his locker, and getting to his homeroom before that final bell, and luckily it happened.

Just as the final bell finished it vibration, Michael burst through the door. He was gently panting as he stood there in the threshold of the door to his classroom a hush quickly following everything. The skinny grey wolf could hear the whispers asking who he was and what he was doing in the school building like that.

"Mr. Roads?" The elderly female cheetah said as she looked at him from her desk in the front of the road. Michael smiled and gave a slight nod glad that at least SOMEONE knew him.

"You are late please go and stand in the front of the class." She said getting up. Taking slow and long strides to stand beside him, the cheetah would speak again once she got beside Michael and pushed up her wire frame glasses.

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"First off, I would like to welcome you all to your homeroom for your sophomore year. You are required to come to this classroom each day before your classes will begin. Here you will get your announcements for the day and hopefully get your school life in order. I am Ms. Greeves, and I shall be your homeroom teacher for this year," She said as he paused for a big clearing her throat before putting a gentle hand on Michael's shoulder.

"We also have a new student this year. His name is Michael Roads. He comes from a classic hardworking blue collar family. He is here to play basketball, and I am sure you all will welcome him the way all the students welcome someone at Dwayne Preparatory School. Is there anything you want to add Michael?" She asked looking at the boy who was already bigger than her by a couple of inches. Michael cleared his throat as if he was preparing to speak, but instead of opening his muzzle to speak, Michael looked out at a sea of disinterested faces.

"No..." He said softly shaking his head. For a moment, the cheetah stood there taken back from the quietness the wolf had given off, but soon she recovered and nodded.

"Alright, go take an empty seat. I think there is one in the back of the room in the corner." The cheetah said as she started to introduce everyone else to the class. Michael did not care though. As soon as he was released from standing in front of the classroom, he put the black hood of his hoodie up, and started to the back of the room.

Stepping over some bags, and feet that seemingly tried to trip the out of place teenager, Michael dropped his backpack, took his seat, and listened to the other students explain their summers. Finally, the gravity of the situation had started to sink in. Michael was out of his element.

While Michael spent the blistering hot summer days in the city on the blacktop working on his basketball game, most of them at least at one point spent some time in an exotic place. While Michael spent time playing in open fire hydrants, the class had all spent time on the beaches of the East Coast. Michael felt small. Silently, Michael sunk into his desk trying to keep himself unnoticeable just hoping for the bell to ring, and thankfully the bell did finally ring. Quickly, Michael got up and left the classroom heading to his next class, hoping that it would be better. Unfortunately, it wasn't.

Just in the first half of the day, Michael had become overwhelmed. He had never really understood why local officials had always complained about the inner city public schools, but now he did. His former school had not prepared him for a real school. He spent every class lost in whatever they did. Everyone seemed so smart, compared to Michael who even in public school did not do well. After lunch, Michael finally had a chance to strut his stuff, and that was in gym class.

The one thing that Michael always had going for him was his athletic ability. The naturally gifted Michael always exceeded at sports and really anything athletic. Like any inner city pup, Michael felt that he really only had two choices to better his life; one being professional sports, and the other being gang-banging. It was lucky for Michael that he was at least attempting to follow the first path to success in sports, and that sport was basketball. Fate had blessed him with great talent at the sport, talent that had gotten him noticed at basketball camps, and talents that got him a full ride scholarship into this great private school.

Michael was the first one changed, the first one out of the locker-room, and the first one to finish stretching. He was excited to hear that the gym instructor had picked basketball as the first sport to cover in the class, and he certainly showed it. During the whole class, Michael got to show off. He had crisp passes, excellent, and rather flashy dribbling skills, a great ability to cut to the basket, and rather shockingly the athletic sophomore was able to dunk. He did everything he could to show off why he was allowed into the school and why he would someday grace the professional levels of basketball. However, it did not seem to rub everyone the right way.

"Hey! Who let the street mutt into the school?!" A voice said drawing the attention of Michael who had just pulled off his gym shorts, leaving him only in the pair of ankle sockets and tight white briefs. Turning around Michael adjusted himself and the bulge that seem to come with the underwear that was a size to small and did nothing to hide his nether regions. When he turned, the Grey Wolf with the dull grey fur was met by three other teenage furs surrounding him.

I said, "Who? Let. This Street. Mutt. Into. This. School." The golden retriever who was directly in front of Michael. He spoke in a slow as if he was talking to a simpleton or little child as he kept this haughty attitude around. The slow speech got laughs from both the horse on Michael's left and a cackle from the jackal on the right side of Michael. Immediately, Michael got placed on edge growling a bit.

"I didn't know they let furs that were so bad at sports on the basketball court." He retorted causing a small smirk to form on his lips. In his head, Michael felt that he had a good retort, but the rich prep's seem to take no notice of it. Instead they drew closer to him, causing his hands to curl into fists ready to strike if needed.

"I always thought this school had class, and the right sense of mind to not let someone like you into this school. Can you even afford to go here? Does your dad even have a job?" He said darkly chuckling. However, the chuckling was cut short when Michael snarled. He never cared that someone would talk bad about him, but if someone brought up his family, he almost always saw red. Shifting back some, he was ready to strike at the golden retriever until someone yanked the other sophomore away from Michael and out of punching distance.

"What is going on here?" A commanding voiced boomed as Michael looked went to rubbed his shoulders and his bare chest. He adjusted the waist line of his bonds once as he opened his mouth to speak was quickly shut up by the larger more elder looking over wolf.

"Cane, DON'T pick on the new kid because if you do. You will be dealing with me. Now, get your goons and your butt changed and out of the locker-room." The wolf said in a low baritone tone that was obviously meant to be the tone of anger.

"Fine, whatever. Protect the mutt." The golden retriever said as he just waved his hand issuing the jackal, and horse to leave the room. At this point, it seemed that all of the rest of the class had changed and left, leaving this large wolf and Michael in the locker-room alone. Standing up straight, and confidently, Michael gave him a look.

This wolf was tall maybe an inch or two taller than Michael who stood at six foot four inches. He was built as well seeming to take time and effort in working out. With a small almost goatee looking facial hair that he had sculpted on his muzzle, the male looked older than he probably really was. He had stunning green eyes just like Michael though they did seem a couple of shades deeper than the sophomore's. His fur was a charcoal color, and from what was visible he kept the fur itself incredibly clean. He had on a rather nice and somewhat expensive looking polo, and on his legs he had on a fancy pair of blue jeans. The one thing that did seem out of place on him though was that he sported a nice and great looking collar. On the collar, something was written on the heart shape tag which made him Michael to try to read.

"Sorry about them. Some of the furs here can be real assholes." He said in a smoother tone than he had taken with Cane. Michael just nodded a bit as he looked at the ground blushing some as he started to feel that he was basically naked in front of this older wolf. Turning quickly, Michael went to pull up his sweat pants and stick his hands in his pants. Michael could hear the faint chuckle at this bashful move from the wolf as he turned around again quickly, coughing some to clear his throat.

"Michael Roads... You can call me Mike though." He said as he extended his hand to shake the other wolf's hand.

"Dark, Dark Star." He said as he smiled widely taking the hand and giving it the firm shake. After the shake Michael looked around biting his lip.

"Ummm, I need to get to class." He told his new friend as he quickly pooled on his shirt, and left in a hurry. Only one fur now stood in the locker-room, and that was Dark, and Dark was smiling ear to ear as he watched the sophomore run to his next class.

*** That Friday ***

The rest of the week was a bit strange for the new student at the Dwayne School. The wolf was not bothered by anyone in a negative way, but he could certainly tell that furs wish that they could pick on him. He was however was surprised, there were furs that went out of their way to be nice to him. Every day he was greeted by at least two or three males of varying ages. All though wore some form of collar.

Each day, new furs with collars would be standing at his locker ready to happily introduce themselves to him. In total there were about ten of them that said hello to the sophomore, and tried to offer him small gifts. Dark as well tried to make Alex more comfortable.

Each day at lunch, groups of furs would run out of the school to go by their lunches from nearby shops. They would come back with fancy lunches and all sit in their cliché's and eat together. Sadly, Michael could not afford to go out of lunch. Every day, he would have the same meal of a plain turkey sandwich on white bread with a bottle of water, and a green apple. After meeting Dark, every day the pair would sit and eat together, and even though Michael would not really talk to the friendly wolf.

Michael did learn that Dark was a senior at the school, and besides being popular he did not really do much with the school. The senior wolf was much more into working outside of the school. Dark's father was some up-and-coming senator from the state. Dark's family came from money, a lot of money, and most important Dark lived alone in the city because his dad worked upstate. Dark was also very smart, and did well in school, unlike Michael.

The worst part of the school was the class for Michael. Michael constantly, felt lost and behind. It wasn't that he was just having problems adjusting to the school, but in fact Michael was just over his head. Each class started off the same.

Today, will be different I will work hard and understand everything. Michael would tell himself that at the beginning of every class, and by the end Michael felt dumber and dumber and soon, Michael was almost sure he was the stupidest kid in the whole school. Still, Dark would always be there for him trying to help him whenever he could. It did come to ahead on the final day of the first week, Friday.

"Hey! Michael! Come out to lunch with us!" Dark said catching the grey wolf as he was walking into the cafeteria. Michael blinked standing there a little behind him, was Dark and has he had labeled them the 'collar gang.'

"Umm... I can't sorry." The grey wolf said blushing as he looked down. He was ashamed he had no money to go out with them, but it was the truth and Michael really could not afford to go out. Michael was gently grabbed and forced to spin again.

"Don't worry, I will pay for you." Dark said with a tone of command in his tone as he led Michael and the collar gang out of the school. Michael did not talk for the whole lunch period. He did enjoy himself with the group though. Michael had sat next to Dark, in an appropriate distance between them, though Dark kept his arm around the sophomore.

"So Michael, you are coming to the movies tonight right." Dark said nodding as he gave his shoulder a squeeze. This caused Michael to make a small meeping sound causing a chuckle from the peanut gallery.

"I mean, I don't have the money to go to the movies." He said lowly as he just chewed on a piece of bread that came with his eggs. Dark again gave his shoulder a squeeze, this time causing a feeling of relaxation to flow down his arm, and also into his chest causing him to relax a bit.

"It is fine, I will pay for it" Dark again rubbing the sophomore shoulder more reassuringly than anything else. This did get a small nod from Michael as he looked at the ground biting his lip some.

"I guess I can come out for the night." He said lowly as he just smiled. Under the table his tail was wagging happily.

The rest of the day passed quickly probably because of the excitement Michael was feeling. When the time finally came, and Michael got to the movie theater he only saw Dark there.

"Hey where is everyone else?" He asked a little bit nervously. Suddenly, he came to the realization, was this really just a date? Biting the black muzzle lip the tall sophomore grey wolf waited for the answer.

"Oh, they got caught up with something. They will be meeting us back at my place for takeout. Is that alright?" The black wolf asked as he continued to try and make Michael feel comfortable.

Michael paused for a moment and then nodded. It seemed fine, and Dark did not seem to be coming onto him yet, so why not enjoy the movie?

"What movie are we going to watch?" Michael asked causing a chuckle from Dark. He did not say a word, but just pulled him close and walked in with his head held high almost happy that he now had Michael in his clutches.

Picking an action movie that they both enjoyed, Dark purchased two tickets, two large soda's, large popcorn, and three different types of candies. All the while, Michael tried to dissuade him, but as Dark said, "A treat is a treat and you deserve this treat."

When they had gotten settled in their seats, and their movie started, Dark had put his arm around the shoulder of the teenager again. By now, Michael had thought nothing of it as he just thought it was Dark's way of making him feel comfortable and safe. However, as the movie started to go along, Michael began to feel pinching in his shoulder area.

With each pinch, it felt like tension was being released throughout his body. It was like tension was literally melting away from him, making him feel at peace and happy to be by the side of Dark. Ever so slightly, Michael shifted a bit closer to the male as his eyes started to relax.

It was truly a strange feeling that Michael was starting to experience. He felt tried, very tried, almost like he was about to sleep. However, he didn't want to. He just wanted to sit by the side of Dark and just enjoy his warmth and caring nature. He didn't even care about the movie anymore, and was not even upset it ended. At this moment, Michael felt truly happy. Truly, Relaxed.

"Come on lets head back to my place." Dark said lowly, almost seductively into the ear of the wolf that was just a couple inches short than him, causing him to visibly shiver and nod. From the movie theater to Dark's apartment, it took only about twenty minutes by subway. However, all the while Michael felt that pinching and that pinching made him feel more and more relaxed.

"Well! This is my home or well, my apartment." Dark said chuckling as he gave the waist of Michael a small squeeze as he led Michael through the door into his apartment. Just like Michael expected, this apartment put his small apartment to shame. It almost seemed like Michael's whole apartment could fix in the front room. It was furnished with all nice and expensive things, and more importantly everything looked really comfortable.

"Wow, this place is amazing Dark." Michael said in an awed fill voice as he moved a little bit deeper inside of apartment. In the back of his head the relaxed teenager heard the door close, but was too busy looking around. It looked like just a teenager lived there. With a television in the living room, a small table, and multiple comfortable looking couches.

"Come on we can play video games or watch Television in my room." Dark said grabbing Michael's wrist and pulling him along. Michael yelped a bit as he playfully stumbled along into the room that was equally as impressive. The walls were painted a bright blue, and there was a king size bed. Against the wall was a giant fifty-two inch flat screen television across from the bed.

Still pulling Michael, Dark flopped down on the bed and grabbed the remote before locking a strong arm around Michael, just like he had him in the movie theater. Again it took Michael a couple of minutes to relax. Michael again felt the gentle pinching feeling on his shoulder blade that caused him just to sigh happily, and he relaxed.

"What do you want to watch?" Dark said softly cutting into the peaceful bliss that Michael was currently experiencing.

"Um... I don't know. What you want to watch? I am the guest after all," He said softly as he looked at the ground still a bit nervous of being in a new environment that the poor teenager was basically out of his element. He was comforted by the senior wolf though as he felt him gently rub his shoulder pulling all the more closer.

"Alright." He said cooing gently much like a father or mother trying to appease a child as he flipped on a television finding a random reality food show and smiled watching his television closely. Eventually, Dark got up smiling down at the teenager licking his lips some.

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"I'm going to get some shots. Do you want one?" He asked as he just started to walk out without really giving Michael a chance to answer. It was about five minutes before he came back with two looking drinks. Handing Michael the bluish looking drink, Dark smiled.

"Here's to new friendships, and a new life!" Dark said he raised his glass. Carefully, Michael raised his glass. He wanted to be popular, and he wanted to impress the only schoolmate that seemed to take very big interest in his life. With a very small clink of the glasses, both of them threw back the shots at the same time. The whole time though, Dark was watching Michael closely making sure that he was actually drinking it, and Michael did drink it.

"What was that? It tasted good." He said as he licked his lips looking down at the shot glass almost hoping that there was more. Dark chuckled as he went to sit down next to Michael again as he smiled putting an arm around him. Something was strange though for the teenage basketball star. Within moment's Michael had snuggled up close to Dark and every couple of minutes looked up at him hoping that he was enjoying himself. Gently, one of Michael's large hands went to rest on his hip. Then to Michael's shock his muzzle seemed to push and rub against Dark's neck going and nuzzling him gently.

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"Thank you." He said softly feeling his body starting to burn. As his body began to burn, it also relaxed. He felt comfortable, and he felt safe. He had kicked off his shoes and pulled his legs up onto the large king size bed as he tried to get closer to Dark, and more comfortable.

"Anytime." Dark whispered as he turned his charcoal muzzle towards Michael and then gently bumped noses with the younger wolf. Then within moments their lips were pressed together. Michael did not know who started the kiss, but it was happening. No matter how it happened, the kiss itself was amazing.

Shortly after the gentle peck on the lips, the two withdrew for just a moment, and then it really began. Their lips pushed together as Michael murred into it tilting his side to the side. It stayed like that for just a couple of seconds until Michael opened his muzzle very slowly. Hastily, Dark pushed his tongue into the open mouth and began to explore it.

Gently Dark's pink tongue rubbed over Michael's blood red tongue. From there the tongue explored each one of his teeth's, and met with Michael's tongue again. After that passionate kiss was done Dark slowly pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, Michael whimpered.

The thought of that being Michael's first kiss never ran through his mind. Instead, Michael was overcome by the feeling of ecstasy that came with it. His tongue had playfully battled and rubbed against Dark's when the two tongues had touched. He savored how good he tasted, and loved the way his lips felt against him. He loved the scent of his breath, and the feeling of Dark's lips against his own was to die for. However, when Dark almost teasing pulled away from the kiss Michael let out a needy whimpering cause a slight dark giggle from Dark.

"So you want more hmmm?" Dark asked before quickly pushing Michael down on the bed pinning his arms again before he started his kissing again. Now on top of him Dark was kissing and grinding gently against the whimpering basketball player. He was truly showing off his skills as he rubbed and played with Michael's tongue. They would only breathe their kiss for only a moment to catch their breath before they'd dive right back into each other's muzzle.

The whole time, Michael was smiling as he enjoyed the passionate kissing. It was great! Being with Dark was something that seemed so natural for him and these kisses seemed to perfect. To Michael the kisses were creating a high, a high he always wanted. To Michael it felt that with each kiss, each time the tongue entered his muzzle, his will was literally being drawn up from his inside and out through his throat and into Dark's muzzle, and he would not have it any other way.