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After leaving the Fort Copper infirmary, I went to pick up my paycheck, and found a package waiting for me as well; it contained a new uniform, with a Specialist's shoulder badge instead of a Corporal's on the jacket. After leaving the base, I decided to head for the only friendly place I knew: The Cracked Helmet Bar.

The Cracked Helmet was owned by one of my friends from the Army, a Black Lab named Jack. He'd been a tanker, but was dishonorably discharged after getting drunk one night and starting a fire. Back then, he was "G-man," because he had formerly been employed in some shady government organization or other (and had gotten kicked out of that job, too).

Of course, I didn't have a car or anything like that, though the Confederacy's gas shortages would've made it expensive to get anywhere anyways. I was thus forced to walk the few miles.

As soon as I left the base, I was met with looks of suspicion, fear, confusion, and surprise from the canine populace. I tried my best to ignore them, and held my head high as I walked down the street. I kept one hand in my pocket on my wallet, ready to pull it out and show identification.

Fort Copper was the largest Balfor city that was close to the fighting; an hour's drive over the mountains and you would be in the "Altama Occupied territory." For that reason, there was a heavy military presence there. The Army base and airfield was also officially called "Fort Copper," but everyone I knew simply called it "the base."

I couldn't help but notice an incredible number of signs and billboards bearing the names of politicians. There must've been two dozen for the presidential race alone. I bet you could fill an art gallery with all the different posters and placards I saw. I looked them over, though I knew nothing of the campaigns they were advertising, and I couldn't vote anyways.

"Keith Montalvo for President: Government for the People!" Read a bright crimson one. The footer indicated it was for the Balfor Socialist party.

Another was dark blue and advertised for the "Justice Party" and it's presedential candidate, someone named Jacob Lamar.

As I walked through Fort Copper's various districts, the signs changed to reflect the opinions of the residents of that borough. However, all throughout the city, The most common was a red and black one for the "Patriot's party."

Rarely, I would spot a plain white sign that read simply "PEACE - Maretha Falbrook." Of course, this was for some party advocating a withdrawal from the Altama Conflict. I encountered one of these signs with a half dozen neat bullet holes through it.

And finally, I saw plenty of signs for the Confederate front - the Canine supremacist party Irving had warned me about. Their signs were brown and gray, with a red, stylized paw print as a logo.

The Front's signs didn't disturb me that much. But what did was the fact that I infrequently saw a Canine wearing an armband with the same paw logo. As I walked by these, I would feel their gaze boring into the back of my head.

As I got deeper into the city, I saw more and more of the front's supporters. It didn't take long for me to see that I was being followed. Stopping at a busy intersection, I cast an eye behind me and saw four of them, trailing about 100 yards behind me. The one in front was a big dog with shaggy black fur that burst through his unbottoned collar and obscured his eyes. A tall, female grey wolf walked next to him. Behind her was a thin, reddish hound, who carried a steel fence post. Last and possibly least, there was a silver-coated, young-looking fox dressed only in a pair of shorts. I figured he couldn't have been more than 14.

They all shared an identical sour expression. In front of me, a convoy of armored cars rumbled by, blocking me from crossing the road. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the four canids slow their pace, as if they didn't want to catch up to me just yet.

I crossed the street as soon as the armored cars were gone, and walked quickly towards my destination, which I was certain was getting close now. I relied on the mental map of the city I had made on my last leave, and soon I was vindicated - I spotted a black bar sign, and painted on it was a crude depiction of an army helmet with an axe stuck through it. I made a beeline for the Cracked Helmet, and entered quickly.

There were bells on the door that jingled loudly as it slammed shut, alerting anyone inside to my entrance. The inside was dark, and except for a neon sign and a few dim lights, I couldn't see much, especially after the bright sunlight on the streets.

"Hey, Walker!" Somebody shouted.

I had to wait a moment for my eyes to adjust, before I saw "G-man" Jack vault over the bar and rush to me. I dropped my bag and opened my arms, as the Black Lab gave me a hearty embrace.

"Hey, G-man." I said over his shoulder.

"You're still in the army?" He asked jokingly, detaching himself from me.

"Sure am." I exclaimed. "Even got a promotion!" I pulled the brand-new Specialist's jacket out of my bag to prove it.

"Hot Damn! What've you been doing?" He asked. "Tell ya what, let's talk 'bout it over a drink." He then said, before I could answer. He led me to the bar, vaulted back over it, and grabbed two tall glasses.

I took the time to look around the bar. It was much as I remembered it from last time; a few windows facing the street, which now had blinds drawn over them. Seating was a long bar with a few booths on the opposite side of the room. Dim red lights hung from the ceiling, and behind the bar on the wall were a few neon signs, logos for beer and whiskey brewers, mostly. The only other customer I could see was on a far bar stool, slumped against the bar, asleep.

G-man, meanwhile, filled up both glasses with a foamy, beer-like liquid from a tap behind the bar. He set one of the glasses on a coaster and pushed it towards me.

"It's only two in the afternoon." I said, looking at my watch. "Bit early to be drinking, don't you think?"

"Just try it." G-man said, picking up his own glass.

I lifted the glass, and took a swig. I'm not sure how best to describe the flavor; it was rough, crisp, but had an odd, sweet aftertaste.

"What is this stuff?" I asked him, after taking a second taste.

"It's my own ale recipe, brewed it myself." He said proudly.

"But what's in it?" I wondered aloud, holding it up to look at the color of the liquid in the light.

"Can't tell you that." He waved a finger.

We were silent for a moment.

"How's the war?" He asked, in a voice that was almost a whisper.

"Same old, same old." I sighed. "That jackass Ostin got his brains blown out."

"Damn." G-man muttered, shaking his head and taking a sip of his ale.

"So, you're on leave for how long?" Asked G-man, probably sensing I didn't feel much like talking about my misadventures.

"About a month." I answered.

"I see. So where are you gonna stay?" He asked. "I fixed up the attic of this place, I'm thinking about making it into a tavern instead of just a bar."

"Sounds nice," I nodded "But don't worry about me, I've already got that sorted out." I told him.

"Flophouse?" He guessed.

"Nope."

"What then?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I smirked.

"What?" He asked, smiling. "Did Kent ask you to come and meet his wife or something?"

"Hell no!" I said, snorting at the idea. "Someone did ask me to stay with them, though."

"Someone?" He repeated.

"A nurse I met at the infirmary." I admitted.

He nearly spit out his beverage, and was choking and coughing for a second before he could answer "You can't stay with a, a..."

"Vixen."

"You can't! Not with all the... crazy stuff going around these days!"

"I know about the front." I said calmly.

"Then you-" He began.

Then, I suddenly remembered the four front supporters who had tailed me throughout the city. "Hold that thought."

I walked to the front of the bar, and peered through the blinds. Across the street, I located the group that had followed me, only now, they were joined by two more; an aged-looking, grayish-black wolf and a female German shepard.

"Shit!" G-man said, as he saw what I was looking at.

"They followed me." I explained. "If they rough up your place or anything, I'll pay you back for it."

"If you're still alive. I should be the one worrying about you." He whispered, as if afraid they would hear us.

"S'pose I'd better get out of here then?" I asked. Outside, the hound brandished his fence stake menacingly, and the old Wolf pulled something from his pocket.

"They'll be all over the streets." He said with a shake of his black head. "Come on, upstairs with you, let me handle it."

"How?"

"Uh... what've you got in your bag?"

Without bothering to let me answer, he grabbed my bag and opened it hastily, looking for something.

"What in hell are you doing?" I hissed.

He rummaged through the bag for a moment more before he found the Distinguished Service medal I had been given the night before.

"Just trust me." G-man said. He went over to his other, sleeping, customer and slipped the medal into the drunk's pocket. He then opened a door leading into a narrow stairwell, and shoved me inside. I didn't need any further instruction; I bolted up the stairs to the unfinished attic space, and concealed myself behind a stack of cardboard boxes.

Soon after, I heard noises downstairs, yelling, canine snarls, and the stomping of running feet.

Then, it was quiet for a time. I squatted there for a long time, my feet began to hurt, but I dared not change my position for risk of making noise.

"Walker!" I eventually heard G-man hiss from the stairs.

I popped up, and tiptoed to the stairs. G-man stood at the bottom, beckoning for me to come down. I put my faith in him and crept down. When I was in the main room, I saw that we were alone, even the sleeper was gone now.

"What'd you do?" I asked him in amazement.

He laughed quietly. "Told 'em you came in to give something to that drunk, then that you blitzed right out."

I looked at him in surprise. "They... they actually fell for that?"

"Hook, line and sinker!" He said, nodding. "Those fronters are pretty dumb, I hope you know. Watch too many movies"

"I thought you said I should be afraid of them!" I hissed.

"Well, I guess it helped that I put that medal of yours into his pocket, and left the back door open." He admitted. "And besides, A cornered Badger ain't very smart, but he's still dangerous, isn't he?"

"Sure." I said, wondering if he was trying to make a reference to something.

We sat back down after G-man locked the door and put up the "closed" sign.At his insistence, I told him all about my stay in the hospital, and especially about Sadie - he was curious.

Eventually, we decided to wait until 1700 hours (5 o'clock) and then he would give me a ride back to the base to meet back up with Sadie, and I did end up having to pay him for that.

In the meantime, we talked more, over drinks (just ordinary beer, this time). I eventually got to the point of telling him about the dead Rottweiler, and the dream I had about Stokes.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" I asked him later.

He smirked. "If there's such a thing, we'd have known about it, don't you think?"

"I s'pose." I said. "But what if we did know about it?"

"What are you talking about?" He groaned.

"The dead Rotty in the truck looked kinda like Stokes."

"Hey, If you pulled him out though, and he was trying thank you for it, wouldn't he be trying to do you a favor and not hang around in your head?"

"I guess, but I was dreaming about Stokes, I think." I said, my tone caused G-man to smirk. "Not in that way. You know what I mean."

G-man laughed. "Good old Stokes, he did say he never had a girlfriend."

"Oh, shut up." I groaned, and downed my beer.

"If he was a queer, it wouldn't surprise me." He continued.

"If you want to think of it that way, I never told any of you I had a girl." I retorted. I knew instantly afterwards that it was the wrong thing to say.

G-man had difficulty swallowing again. "Oooh!" He teased. "Have you got something you'd like to tell everyone?" He waved a hand to indicate the bar, despite the fact it was empty.

"No, Fuck! That came out wrong. Nevermind." I said, trying to salvage the situation.

"You know, come to think of it, you did spend a lot of time with him..." G-man continued. "You would be upset, even now. I don't blame you, know what I'm sayin'?"

I looked at my watch, trying to ignore him for just a second. I saw it was already five minutes after five. "We'd better be going."

"Oh, Right." G-man said. He got up, turned off the lights, and we left through the back door of the bar. After he'd locked up the door, we headed down the alley quietly, watching for "Fronters" or any other hostile entities.

We hopped into his van, and soon set off for the base. The sun had already dipped behind the mountains, leaving the electrically-austere city in an unbroken twilight.

I assumed that Sadie's instruction of "out front" meant the front entrance to the base, so I got G-man to drop me there.

"You can stop by any time you like, first drink's on the house for you, and anyone you decide to bring with you." G-man winked from the rolled-down window.

"Oh, sure." I said, winking back.

"Hey, gas ain't cheap..." He said, patting the van's door.

"Yeah, yeah..." I said. I pulled out my wallet and forked over some gas money. "God damn, those drinks better be free."

"Beer's cheaper than gas these days, if only my van could run on that!" He said as he rolled the window back up. "Catcha' later!"

And with that, he pulled away. I saw a bus stop across the street, with a bench, so I went there to wait. The traffic going in and out of the base was surprisingly light, so it was fairly conspicuous when two female canines left through the main gate, after some time. They were chatting quietly, until one of them turned away, bade her companion farewell, and left. The other stood silently, looking around as if expecting something.

From the remaining figure's slight frame and bushy tail, I identified her as Sadie. I made a low whistle, then waved. She rushed across the street to me.

"Where have you been?" Sadie asked.

"With a friend." I replied simply. "So, what now?"

She was silent for a moment, as if she hadn't heard. "Oh!" She finally exclaimed. "I guess we should head home."

"Where's home?" I asked.

"In the university district."

"Isn't that across town?"

"Yes."

"Is there a bus or something?" I glanced at the sign for the bus stop, it told me that the "538" and "671" buses stopped there.

"Usually, but I don't think it's running today." Sadie admitted.

"Looks like more walking for me, then." I sighed.

We stood up, and she led me on another march through town.

"I met some of those fronters on the street earlier today." I said, after we'd walked in silence for a few minutes.

Sadie stopped and turned to me. She gasped "Are you all right?" I couldn't see her well in the dark, but I was sure her mouth was agape.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. "My 'friend' dealt with them."

"Are they still looking for you?"

"Not anywhere near here."

"They're all over the place, do you have a hat or anything?" She asked.

I opened my bag, which I had been carrying all this time, and looked for my mosh cap. When I found it, I jammed it over my head firmly.

"That any better?" I asked. I couldn't see much due to the visor.

"A bit. Just keep your head down from now on." She hissed.

I did as she said for the next half-hour or so of walking. We talked quietly, but tried to keep a low profile. My feet were crying bloody murder, however. I felt like I could collapse at any moment.

Needless to say, when we saw a tram car, just behind us, heading in the direction we needed to go, I stopped to wait for it.

"No, someone will see!" Sadie hissed, seeing what I was doing.

"Let's just grab onto the back." I suggested. I knew from past experience that the driver never paid attention, and you could easily get a free ride in that fashion.

"That's illegal!" Sadie whispered, incredulous. "If we get in trouble-"

As the tram passed by, I grabbed the railing by the back door with my right arm, and with my left, grabbed Sadie, pulling her onto the back step of the vehicle with me.

"Just tell me when we need to get off." I whispered into one of her triangular ears.

I heard her squeal something, but I didn't take it as a protest. The interior lights of the tram lit up just enough that I could see she was now wearing jeans and a leather jacket. At the time, I thought it was funny that she would dress like a biker, yet balk at not paying for a tram ride (I also thought it was odd for her to wear the jacket, because it wasn't cold at all yet, and she had fur).

After a few minutes of silent riding, the tram began to make a turn, and Sadie tugged my sleeve to signal we needed to get off. As the tram slowed, I hopped off, motioning for her to follow. She leapt off, making a considerable noise when she landed.

The tram driver, an older, flabby hound, heard it and leaned out of the window. Seeing us, he shook his fist and raised his middle digit, but didn't slow down.

As soon as he was out of sight, Sadie started giggling uncontrollably.

"Being a delinquent is pretty fun, eh?" I joked.

"You saw that old guy's face?" She said.

"Sure did." I replied. Looking around, I saw that we were in a more suburban area. Most of the houses were small, and looked shabby. We kept walking, and the neighborhood transitioned into one of taller, concrete buildings. Old-fashioned iron lampposts and trees lined the side of the street, and suspended from the former were banners that I couldn't read in the dark.

I followed Sadie onto a foot path perpendicular to the street. Occasionally, a denizen of this area would pass us, but I guess they weren't able to see well in the unlit area either, because we drew no suspicious stares. It was only when we reached an open area, a square with a stubby obelisk in the center, did I realize we were on the university campus. Lights on in the surrounding buildings, and dim ground lights at the base of the obelisk gave the square a faint but pleasing glow.

We paused for a moment. "This, is called Chalmer's plaza." Sadie said. "That's the main library, and over there is the school of engineering." She pointed around the area, but I couldn't really make out any defining features that let me tell which dark shape was which.

My legs were still tired, so resting was a priority in my mind. "So where in here are we headed?" I asked.

"The dorms are this way, come on." She grabbed me by the arm and resumed walking. After walking through the quiet campus for a few more minutes, she led me off the path, through a door, and into a dark building. For a moment, soldiers' stories about prostitutes who killed and robbed unsuspecting G.I.s popped into my head, but I dismissed them quickly.

"Careful, there's stairs here," She warned "And we don't want to let anyone know you're here, either." We indeed walked up a few flights of stairs, then down another unlit hallway, until she stepped to the side and began fumbling with a set of keys. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness just enough for me to make out the number of her room; 26.

When she at last unlocked it, she stepped in and I followed. I heard her run her hand along the wall, then the flick of a light switch. The room remained dark.

"No power tonight, I guess." she sighed. She walked in ahead of me and vanished from view. She reappeared, and with a flick, lit up the room with a lighter. I watched as she went about, lighting candles that must've been placed beforehand. With the new light, I saw that the room was pretty small. Right in front of me was a square area with a couch and a computer. further inside the room, on the left side, there was an alcove with a sink and a stove - the kitchen - and on the right there was a door which I assumed went to a bedroom.

"Seems big for a dorm room." I said, thinking back the cramped, communal, living of my art school days. With no funding from my parents, I'd had to live with whatever my part-time job could get me.

"This is one of the new buildings." She said.

"You share this place with anybody?" I asked.

"My roomie's away, traveling with the band. I think they're going to football games and all-" Sadie interrupted herself by shuddering and twitching, then making a soft croon. She turned her head suddenly and looked to me, before snapping it back just as quickly.

She then shook herself, and looked down. "Sorry... I was saying?"

"Your roommate?"

"Oh! Yeah, she isn't going to be... here for a while."

There was an short silence.

"So, where do you want me to set my stuff?" I asked.

"I guess you'll have to take the couch." She said, pointing. "Set it anywhere you want over there."

"I think I'll just rest for a bit, if you don't need me." I said, as I set down my bag and began to unlace my boots.

"W-well wh- I mean, go ahead." Sadie stuttered. She then went to her bedroom, giving me a last glance. Once I had my boots off and I layed down on it, the couch was as soft and welcoming as anything, and I fell asleep promptly.

What must've been a few been hours later, I awoke to whistling sound. I got up and headed towards the source of the noise, the kitchen. I looked in and saw that the stove was on, and on top of it, a kettle was whistling. There was also a pot, which Sadie was standing behind, stirring its contents with a wooden spoon. I quickly noticed that she appeared to be wearing nothing but a long T-shirt. The shirt was long enough that it went below her hips, but, like a skirt, it didn't hide all of her slender legs.

I cautiously approached her. She seemed to not notice, and continued stirring the pot, which I could now see contained some sort of stew.

"What's this?" I asked when I was right next to her.

She jumped, dropping the spoon. She ran a hand through the fur on her head, then exhaled, as if relieved. "Dinner." She said, with another odd twitch. It was only then that I noticed that there was a narrow window in the kitchen, looking out to blackness.

Eventually, I wandered back to the couch. I flopped down, but found myself unable to fall back asleep, perhaps because I knew food was nearby. A ravenous appetite had built in me after all that walking, and the smell of stew cooking was teasing my stomach.

After a few minutes, Sadie came to the couch, with two bowls of stew, each with a spoon in it. She kept one for herself, and gave me the other. She then sat on the couch next to me. For a moment, we didn't speak or eat, and in the silence, I distinguished a soft pattering sound. Rain.

"First rain of the season." I said softly.

"Yeah..." She whispered. Her head twitched again, and she shuddered.

Looking down at the stew, I gave in to my appetite. Judging by the slurping sounds I heard from next to me, I think Sadie had the same idea. It wasn't the best stew ever, but it was good enough, I thought.

"You like it?" She asked, when I had finished shortly afterwards.

"Yeah." I said.

"I'm no cook." She smirked. She set her bowl down on the floor, and leaned back on the couch. An awkward silence began, but I decided to cut it short.

"Hey, I really want to thank you again, for letting me stay." I said, looking her earnestly in the eyes.

"It's my pleasure. I don't get a lot of company." Sadie said. "Especially not men." Then, she lifted one of her legs and stretched it out straight. It took a considerable amount of willpower to keep my eyes fixed on her face, instead of the dark spot in between her legs that was now exposed.

"Really, I probably would've drowned myself in a drink already if I weren't here." I told her.

"So you drink a lot?" She asked.

"I guess." I answered, with a shrug.

Sadie then got up, took the bowls, and headed for the kitchen. As she walked, she twitched, and flicked her tail upwards suddenly, throwing the back of her shirt out of the way to reveal a bare and well-shaped rump. For that brief moment, there wasn't any looking away, and by the time Sadie returned, a tent had grown in my pants. I shifted about to conceal it, but I'm pretty sure she noticed it as she set herself back down on the couch.

I was so preoccupied that I didn't notice she'd brought something with her, hidden behind her back; A wine bottle, which she pulled out for me to examine.

"Wine? You don't seem like the hipster type." I joked.

She giggled. "It's all I've got."

"I'm don't think I'm in the mood for drinks." I said.

"Me neither." She said coyly, and scooted closer, rubbing up against me as if she wanted to snuggle.

"What then?"

She swung her head mischeviously to look at me, then with a swift motion, pulled her long shirt off. I found myself staring down at a pair of small, perky breasts, covered in silky white fur.

"Like what you see?" She cooed, bringing my gaze back to her face.

"I..." I struggled to say anything. I had some reservations about this, but they didn't come to words.

"Shhh" she said

"You're a Fox." I finally said, bluntly.

She was put off, but only for a split second. "And you're in my home." She said, putting a hand on my collar "Nobody needs to know a thing."

"So... does this mean I won't have to sleep on the couch after all?" I asked, my mind stuck between a state of arousal and aloofness.

Sadie laughed, then stood up. "Sure it does." She motioned for me to follow, and walked towards the bedroom.

We went in and closed the door, and she immediately put one arm around my shoulder, and the other on my pants. Her touch was soft, but it sent shivers down my spine. I put my arms around her, my hands feeling the soft fur on her back. She put her muzzle to my lips and gave me a sloppy, fuzzy kiss. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Her tongue began to play with mine, and her arm pulled off my belt, with surprising force.

Her face pulled away from mine, and she began to unbutton my jacket. My shirt came off in a blur, then she knelt to work on the buttons of my pants. Those soon fell and finally, my underwear dropped as well. I closed my eyes, expecting to feel lips around my erect cock, but there was only air. I opened my eyes, and was greeted by the sight of Sadie bent over on her knees, tail raised, offering her ass to me.

I stood there for a second.

"What's the matter?" She crooned. There was a hint of impatience in her voice. I fell to my knees behind her, and put one of my hands on her butt, as if to steady myself.

There was so much that could go wrong, so much that might be wrong. I knew all of that somewhere in my head, but I had gotten this far, and my lust took over. I wasn't about to stop. I scooted closer, and eased myself into her.

And thusly, I lost my virginity, Fox-style.