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Truce supported the professor with his shoulder under the raccoon's. He held the Professor tightly, trying to carry most of the raccoon's weight and also nuzzling into the professor's soft contours. After much wincing and awkward steps, Randall was finally in bed. Still dressed, the professor impatiently tossed aside his sweater and shirt to get comfortable. The professor undid his belt next making Truce excited. Truce didn't imagine that he would ever be seeing the professor undressed. The professor unzipped his fly and then struggled to push down his taut pants. He didn't give any resistance as Truce reached in and helped pull them down. The professor was wearing white boxers with red polka-dots and Truce could appreciate a large crotch bulge with the distinct outline of the Professor's fat penis and balls. The bulge was quickly hidden however as the raccoon burrowed his portly form beneath bed sheets.

"Not a total victory today," Randall said with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. "Thank you so much Truce for your able assistance."

"Just glad I could help." Wearily replied Truce. It was too late to be carrying fat raccoons down hallways.

"You should get some rest. The guest bed is back at the other end of the hall." Said Randall behind closed eyes.

"Hope you start feeling better. See you in the morning."

On his way to the guest room, Truce passed the attic stair and the tome that had provoked the evening's events. The wolf unwittingly picked up the green book and continued to the guest room. It was a clean room decorated with antique furniture and had an inviting appearing double bed. Half wishing to go back to the other end of the hall to rejoin the Professor, Truce resigned and flopped over into the guest bed with book cradled in his arms. Sleep came quickly.

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The night was dreamless and Truce stirred awake to the blue light of early morning. He had always found sleeping in a bed not his own difficult. While trying to settle back to sleep, his thoughts quickly flashed to the Friday morning lecture that he was probably now missing. His thoughts quickly shifted elsewhere. First, images of that muscle magazine with the endowed tiger came to surface. Then his thoughts settled on a someone he found even more alluring who happened to be resting at the other end of the hall.

Even when first laying eyes on the professor, he found himself infatuated with the professor partly because he wore pants. Seeing a toon wear pants meant one could expect the next article of clothing down were going to be boxer shorts. Thereafter... nothing! Male glory. He himself went 'suited style' meaning he wore a full onesy style zip up suit of fur over his real fur and didn't wear pants. This was far more common for toons to do. Beneath, they had underwear but Truce always felt like the anatomy was so much further away. The "zip up suit" also appeared to erase all semblance that male anatomy even existed as all that could be seen between a toon's legs is the bulge of their belly. Whereas in a pants wearing toon as the professor was, a different kind of lower bulge was appreciated.

Truce at one point felt guilty about his desire for seeing another male toon naked. However, it was only a component of the general guilt he felt for just being a wolf. From cultural perceptions of his species, to gut reactions he would get from others, to assumptions others would form about his motives, he always felt that he had to be ashamed of something. However when growing out of the awkwardness of high school, the shame of being "The Big Bad Wolf" fell away and became a badge of pride. It gave him a sense of relief. It seemed so many in this world lived such perfect stereotypical lives. Lives that looked quite boring from his perspective. Sure, there were also quite a few who enjoyed pushing this world's crazy physics to the limits by performing outrageous stunts, being exploded, or flattened into a pancake. But for most, bland, puritanical, society-conscious, morally-uptight, living was the prevailing norm.

A norm he could never find himself fitting into. He felt this divide came from the very core of his being. Males being intimately attracted to other dudes was something he never knew about as it seemed society never directly investigated it to any extent. He felt that there had to be more like him but at this time, he was unaware. Love with floaty hearts and cupid's arrow was also a heterosexual endeavor only and even that wasn't for everyone. By sheer numbers it wouldn't be possible.

Truce always found it odd that there were more boys than girls by a vast amount, like 4 to 1. Guys looking for their dream girl must be cursing the storks who delivered babies as the blame ultimately lay with them. What the storks do in the clouds to make children was also a mystery that seemed to be forever unexplained. When a toon is asked to explain where storks get babies, the general reply would be something about a cabbage patch which in itself is not further elaborated on. What is known is that couples would need to be of opposite gender, married, and the same species before they could have a kid. Some propose that this a safeguard from mixing up species which sounds reasonable. Also, some rare male toons who were mature also could just receive a son that looked just like them. They looked like little clones which was weird. Regardless, for couples that did get children, they supposedly didn't do 'anything' per say to make the baby come either as the whole process seemed to be performed in secrecy by the storks.

Truce had long ruled out the notion of having a kid. Something that would be the fate of a large majority of males. For love however, he was more hopeful, as many male 'couples' apparently lived together and shamelessly shared a bed. Oh how he would cuddle and nuzzle his love when lying with him. When Truce finally had someone, maybe he would also finally get to see another male toon's business. Something he dreaded may be in doubt as it seemed no male toon ever showed anyone else their anatomy and supposedly would die of embarrassment if anyone else saw. He feared endless fig leaves or maybe annoying giant censor bars. Truce himself felt that he wouldn't mind others knowing what he looked like. And despite him knowing that emptying your bladder was all that those parts were good for, Truce still had a fascination for that part of the anatomy.

"I'm such a perv." Thought Truce. "But what ever, I'm a wolf. What'dya expect..." Truce's mind became hazy again and his thoughts faded back into the numbing mists of sleep.

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"Ahhh-ahhh...Oof!" Echoed down the hall, abruptly ending Truce's slumber. It was followed by an "Oh... gosh... darn it!"

At that point Truce was fully awake and staring at the white ceiling of the guestroom with yellow beams of late morning sunshine assaulting his vision. Truce tumbled to his feet and with unsteady gait made his way to the Professor's end of the hall. Truce peaked in to see a portly raccoon flat on his back in bed with an irritated look on his face.

"Oh my back is hurting me so much. There is no way I can do my lectures today. But I can't get to the phone to call the office..."

The professor continued to rant. Truce would have felt more sorry for the pathetic raccoon but could not help thinking how cute this display before him was.

"Still not feeling better, Professor?" Asked Truce with concern as he reached the raccoon's bedside.

"I'm afraid not." Said the raccoon who strained his eye muscles to peer at Truce at his side. Sensing Truce to be sympathetic, the Professor continued, "I hurt everywhere, I can't really move, and I'm also hungry..."

"Maybe I should call 911." Said Truce beginning to head to the bedroom door.

"Truce..." the Professor managed to grab a hold of his tail. "I'd rather you not. I've taken a spill but I don't want to spend the weekend in the hospital. I don't think I've broken anything." The professor wiggled his toes beneath the sheets.

"If I could have your gracious cooperation, could I have you instead call the office and tell them to cancel my lectures for the day. That would be quite enough... Oof." The professor moaned as he shifted slightly in bed.

"Sure thing." Said Truce. As the wolf made his way out the hall he could hear the Professor call, "Maybe some aspirin... And maybe a bottle of brandy too!"

"No prob!" Yelled back Truce with a smirk.