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"This is a pretty dumb plot."

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, how does it take three times of 'You're a douche to everyone' to finally make douchey Ebenezer see just that?"

We chuckle for a while. "I like to think he's just hard-headed."

I shake my head. "Hard-headed? Please. It should be enough that he's seeing dead people. Were it me, I'd take everything they said for undeniable proof."

The sergal sitting next to me purrs curiously, his manner already telling me he's going to go too far. "Everything? Even if things evolved into a ghost orgy?"

I shove my elbow far enough left to hear him yelp. "You're a perv."

He laughs more at my reaction, rubbing his side when I look over and give him a dirty look. "You oughta lighten up, foxie. It's not like I'm trying to sleep with you."

I sigh, turning back to the movie. "Not for now, at least."

He's quiet for a while, but I feel his eyes on me still. "What would be so wrong about that? I know for absolute fact you wouldn't ever sleep with a chick."

I turn and glare at him. "Don't make me smack you with my rainbow bracelet."

He doesn't laugh. He still has this pretty serious look. I shift uncomfortably. "I just don't like the thought of relationships."

Now he crosses his arms. Damnit. "Then I'd at least smell someone over here besides me. Even if they were here for one night." I don't want to argue. I just want to be left alone. I don't dare say so, because then he'll ask why I don't want someone to care enough to not leave me alone. He scoots closer to me, putting one of his paws in mine. "Maybe we could go through your life in terms of past, present, and future."

I look into his eyes. "I take it you're my future?"

He shakes his head, chuffing at me. "We have to go through all the story, remember. You're the stubborn one who needs some timeframes to tell what you need to change."

I roll my eyes. "Only if you don't get cheesy. Then you're out of here until Christmas is over."

He grins, a playful light in his ears and waving tail. "Deal!" He clears his throat, and his resulting dramatic narrator voice immediately slaps a paw to my face. So much for not being cheesy.

"It was just as any other day in Jakeiro's life, except today he had a faithful and adorable sergal curled up on the couch next to him."

"I swear to God--"

"He didn't believe that he could change from his selfish ways, so he enlisted the help of his closest friend, the aformentioned, and still quite adorable, sergal, whose name was Scarlet."

"Scar, can we not?"

"Hush. Now, as the night progressed, Jack scoffed at the true amount of quality that A Christmas Carol had. It may or may not have something to do with the fact that Jim Carrey was every single voice."

I cross my arms. "The story in general makes no sense!"

Scarlet sticks his tongue out at me. "The wolf exclaimed. His denial will be saved for another story, one of which very likely includes him coming out as a rainbow-loving tailraiser!"

I growl and finally get annoyed enough to wrestle him, pushing him onto his back as he offers little resistance in his obnoxious laughter. "You're gayer than me!"

He stops laughing only long enough to lean up and kiss my nose. "I dunno, hon. You decided to stop me by pinning me and asserting your dominance."

"That's not gay! That's just manly!"

"Manliness was always something that Jack was struggling with, pinning Scarlet down to the couch and only resisting marking his territory."

"I'm about to go find my duct tape, you crazy-ass sergal."

"Anyways, the topic that the wolf had been avoiding for a while now was his past. The fragile subject likely includes everything from buttsex to breakups, and so we shall begin!"

"I am not talking about my past. Especially not with you."

"The first memories to visit Jakeiro were of his past, such as this story normally progresses. Despite his denial, he forgot that Scarlet already knows a lot about him.

"It was another Christmas Eve, much like this very one. Jakeiro was more innocent then, but he wasn't a virgin."

"Hey!"

"He was much more inclined to be gullible and vulnerable. His first boyfriend was known as nothing much more than an abusive asshole, treating Jack much like his fox-colored hide would incline he might enjoy.

"This wouldn't be an outstanding case, however, Jakeiro knew he didn't need to stand for it. The thought of having no one to kiss (or be raped by) under the mistletoe was too unbearable. He decided to grit and bear with it, much to his tailhole's chagrin."

"If you're trying to make a point, you don't have to be a jerk about it." By this point, I had let off from him. The spontaneous sergal always seems to make hard-hitting realizations a reality, so I decided I'd let him get there however he decides to.

He gives me another severe look. "I'm pairing a story you hate with the reality you hate. Maybe it'll cancel and we'll end up better for it!"

I roll my eyes. "Maybe?"

He grins and continues. "On that Christmas night, he decided being single would be too hard to handle. The same went for the next Christmas night. And one after. Finally, Christmas of his senior year, he decided to make a change. This is where everything went wrong.

"Jack decided that to keep himself from ever being hurt again, he'd close himself off. Tell himself that no one is really his type and that he'd just be happier (and less broke) if he was alone. Suddenly, those days of an upbeat if abusable wolf were gone. In his place was a hardened wannabe badass."

I sigh again. "I hope that's not how I come off. I'm sorry if it is."

Something in his eye gleams. "But the entire time, and I neglected to mention, Scarlet was here. He convinced Jakeiro to ask for an open relationship for times when he was free. While the response he was met with involved several uses of vulgar words like 'slut' and 'insatiable,' the wolf's boyfriend agreed.

"For some indiscernible reason, Jakeiro failed to realize that Scarlet only wanted him to ask this because deep inside, Scarlet felt he was better for the wolf's aching heart. Common belief is that he still is."

"What common belief?! You don't run around telling our friends you want to date me, do you?"

He crosses his own arms and gives me a very condescending glare. "You realize you're just about all I talk about, right? I make myself sick with how much I think about you. You know that. You just don't want someone to hurt you. It's selfish."

I scoff. "Selfish! As if it's any better that you think crowing over me all the time is just fine so long as it's clear that you don't want anyone else and that it's for my own good!"

Scarlet looks hurt after that, raising a guilty and really overall shitty feeling from inside my gut. I'll have to apologize later, no matter how this pans out. "It is for your own good. You can't see that?"

"Forgive me if I think having my heart broken over and over is a bad idea."

"Once! That's all that happened to you. Unless you were honestly shattered by the fact that your girlfriends had no idea why such a hunk was breaking up with them. They all figured it out, hon. Whether they wanted to admit it or not doesn't change things."

I stop arguing with him. I have to. Nobody knows me so well as him. The sergal looks sincerely saddened that his efforts seem to be bouncing off of me. "You can...keep going." Scarlet doesn't smile or anything, but I see a glimmer in his eyes. He hasn't given up on me yet.

"There was a recovery period of sorts for Jack. He didn't immediately swear off from intimacy. In fact, he overindulged for a time, inviting himself to parties and, while refraining from drinking, still discovered every position in a shorter time than whoever wrote the Kama Sutra. That was honestly the most painful part to watch.

"It was painful to go through." You know that smirk of someone who wants to make an inappropriate comment? "Shut up!"

He shrugs, his muzzle still thoroughly amused. "I didn't say anything. Did I miss something, Jack? During this whole time, again, Jakeiro failed to realize the impact he was having on everyone else. Sure, it mostly had to do with his friends missing him on movie nights, but things were only worse for Scarlet. On the worst nights, he'd call a mutual friend and end up sobbing all night on the phone."

...Damn. Ouch. Wow. I'm sure my manner conveyed my regret, because Scarlet didn't pause long.

"But for the present, Scarlet was willing let things go. He could move on from his past. After seeing this very thing communicated from his story, Jakeiro could see the first of three pieces unfolded before him:

"Yes, he had made mistakes. Everyone has. Where it had perpetuated stemmed from the fact that he failed to correct it. He lived in a bubble and told himself that he had learned from his past, and that the solution was to shut out everyone he could ever find himself with feelings for."

Scarlet's narrative continued as I sat in thought. There hasn't been a thing yet that he was wrong about. Rather than feel bad about it, though, I make the decision to move on and listen to what Scar is drawing at. There's hints everywhere, but I can't put things together.

"Now we draw on the present. Just this very day, Jack found himself alone again. There was one glimmer of hope that he could be with this cute bunny a few blocks away, but he failed to let himself be free. Instead, in fewer words than average, he asked Scarlet to come along and be with him for the holiday. Scarlet gleefully accepted, hoping that maybe his story could crest the hill."

"You never seem that happy to see me."

He shakes his head, still in narrative mode. "What are you talking about? I love spending time with you!"

"Sure."

"Scarlet, on his way to the small but homely apartment, had himself recounted his past. Unlike many, he found himself with one present figure through much of his rememberable history. Frequently he had wanted something more than a close friendship with someone. Even more so, he had wished for something with Jakeiro."

"That's pretty gay."

"When you write a story off-hand with no preparation, we can talk. Until then, stuff it. He swallowed those feelings with the first glass of water the wolf offered him. He pushed them down until they were more insignificant than his petty observation of an uneven picture frame."

"Which one?" He points over his shoulder. I shake my head. He grins again.

"In the meantime, Jack seemed content to watch old Christmas classics with his old friend. On the inside, tumultuous emotion eked from unwatched corners, threatening to spill over and bring out the real wolf inside. Sensitivity was the last thing that tough-guy Jakeiro wanted to show, so he himself stuffed a few emotions to some dark recess."

"And just what emotions are those?"

"Mostly jealousy. I wasn't going to tell you what that prideful scent is, but I definitely got laid last night."

"Shut up."

"Okay, okay. Last weekend. But you're a wolf. I thought you might be able to tell."

"You're an idiot."

He shrugs. "Only a sergal. Presently, a few other world events were occurring. A Christmas party was just drumming up a crowd as the two carried on conversation. One of those compelling emotions in Scarlet's heart was definitely the desire to dance. If only he was assured it wouldn't be the singles dance."

"You poor thing."

"I'm done."

"Done?"

"Done. I can't tell the future."

"Fair enough." He leans towards me and starts crawling across the couch. I can see the intent in his eyes. I don't want to stop him. "Scar?" I squeak.

He only stops when I've retreated onto my back and he is over me. His tail, static from what I can see over his shoulder, is the only indication that he's just as anxious. Quietly, he asks, "Do you want to know what I forecast for the future?"

I look into his dark eyes for a while, looking for words. He smiles softly and moves up again, butting his pointy muzzle into mine. I reach up with a trembling paw and stroke over his head and downward, his eyes closing and a gentle sound of approval cheering me on. He has very shaggy fur, but it's soft with the care of someone who literally can't get anything but a slightly nappy look from their fur.

True to his name, and as unusual as anything else I've ever seen, he's a vibrant shade of red from head to tail, a clean white his offset color. His eyes, as intense as obsidian, open and look into mine again. I can't look away. Why would I want to?

He rests over me, slowly shifting his light weight onto me. By the end, his chin is resting gently on my chest. He does nothing but lay there, rising with my breath and twitching his ears with my exhales.

An otherworldly force compels me to hug him closer, wrap my arms around him, and kiss his nose. That brings out the blush in his cheeks that I know was waiting to be present. I'm sure I'm already looking pretty bashful.

Briefly, I feel terrible. I could have had this so much sooner. He deserved this sooner. I took so long to be there for him. God...

"I know what you're thinking right now," he declares. "You wish you'd have made a move before this. Or seen what I was trying to signal you." He's quiet, but he's bold in what he says.

I don't bother telling him he's right. We both know he is. I'm willing to bet he feels the same way. "It's your fault for not tackling me and holding me down."

He smiles. "I'm holding you down now."

I reach down and grab under his tail. "You sure about that?"

He snakes his paws under me to do the same, sending a few tingles about. Considering how close he is to me, it strikes me with wonder that I hadn't already popped an awkward boner.

"I want to be your future," I remark as I stroke over his head again. That sound is too adorable not to.

He frowns. "That's supposed to be my line."

"It's super cheesy. I would have to kick you out if you'd said it."

"Stick around. I'm sure I'll say plenty you'll have to kick me in the side for."

I hug him close again, burying my muzzle in his neck. I take a deep breath of air scented by his presence, and recount how much of my life has been under-toned by that very identifier. He's been around me forever. I cannot believe I resisted this for so long. Maybe he's just so close, so accessible, that I didn't ever want to jeopardize our friendship. We were intimate without having to be affectionate. I was okay with that.

I thought I was okay with that. He might not be a gift horse, but I shouldn't look him in the mouth. Wait, is that right?

"So honestly, tell me, how many times have you thought of being with me?" Scarlet asks.

I bite my lip. "I haven't. I really haven't. I always thought of you as really close, but I never thought of us being any closer than really obnoxious friends."

He pushes himself up off my chest, diluting the warmth of the moment. He looks me square in the eye. "Really? Not once?"

I smile. "Does it disappoint you that I've never looked at your ass and thought about it more than how jealous I am?"

He smiles back. "I guess that could count. Do you really like my butt?" A pink highlight runs through his cheeks, his muzzle getting progressively goofier.

I give him a grope for emphasis. "I really do. Can you trust a wolf with the responsibility of being its sole owner?"

He shakes his head, chuckling. "You've got it all wrong. It's yours that I own."

There's a tingle through my fur at the idea of being submissive again. But hell. If things are going that way, then they do so with a fight! "I think you're even more mistaken."

His eyebrows raise with what I know to be more than mock surprise. "If I have to break out an affectionate pet name of 'Tailraiser' every now and then, I won't resist it. You are definitely mine."

A low rumble builds up, his pose getting a little more territorial before I do one simple thing: lean up and kiss his nose. The surprise in his eyes, I tell you! I almost chuckle.

Not to be outdone, he quickly does the same back, igniting more anxious flames in my heart. Our muzzles hardly separate as we continue in our contest, my lips finding his to give a tease of a touch before challenging him to do the same. In the meantime, the closeness brings with it the thing I'd been missing for a while: being close to someone. Scarlet's admittedly excited scent speaks volumes to how much he shares that idea.

He does, however, catch me off guard as he scoots up onto his knees so he can run his paws up under my shirt, drawing a contented sigh from me before his lips meet mine for his turn. I don't think either of us were ready for that burst of spontaneity. Damn sergal.

His eyes are rife with mischief but flutter briefly as I rub over his back, sneaking my paws under his own sweater. My attention to him tugs a very happy purring sound from Scarlet, the inquisitive paws finding the same thick amounts of fur belonging to his head, only adding to the already amazing mental image of him I have. Touch is all he allows me as he stubbornly stays on top of me for the time being.

That said, I sit up under him enough for leverage, pushing with a nose pressed to his, locking our eyes into an impassioned look that tells him I'm up to just as much naughtiness as he could ever think to commit. When I'm mostly upright, I slowly lift his sweater over his head, getting an almost curious and hesitant look from him before his clothing covers his face.

The game never stops on that account of course, his sweater tossed over my shoulder and his frame still looking set to reciprocate.

He sits in my lap for a while though, watching me carefully as I admire his half-naked body. At least half of my thoughts are dedicated to drawing in the half I can't yet see, following the trail of white fur down his chest to an inevitable belt. His crimson color scheme is flawless, managing to get an astonished, "Wow," from me before he starts trying to get my own shirt off.

While Scarlet lifts it off, he chuckles. "Like something you see, Jack?"

After I can see again, I look into his eyes. I think he can see my motivation before I act, but he doesn't try to stop me from half-tackling him to his side of the couch and launching myself at his muzzle again.

Gone is all the hesitation and creeping along the social barriers. This is full-out satisfaction of feelings we both know have been held back for far too long. Despite his odd-shaped tongue, I accustom to its feel quickly, my head flushed with almost as much heat as I can feel coming off from what my pants are hiding. His too, whenever I (un)intentionally grind against him to get a reaction. And in spite of my eagerness to continue, well...

...Maybe not all the hesitation is gone. After a while of impassioned kissing, the sergal takes it upon himself to reach at my tail and undo the button there. I know it's so he can see if I'm okay with this going so far. The unspoken courtesy, even when we're definitely going this far, resonates further into those long-standing feelings.

I also realize I'm going to have to be tackled back if he wants out of those skinny jeans of his.

I open my eyes a smidgen too late, the laughter already in the eyes of his anticipated action. He shoves me over again, the separation between our muzzles only lasting a few pants before he attacks me with as much vigor as I had him. My eyes close again, and our rhythm is allowed to be re-established before I can feel his almost frantic pawing at the front of my jeans. With all the time he'd wanted to do something with me, I could see him not being great at getting a partner out of clothes. Regardless, everything put together is amazing enough to keep me practically vibrating with soft growls.

I remain patient with Scarlet, trying not to nibble his lips or throw off his concentration until I feel significantly freed from that prison. I sigh between us, my ears pinning as I try to process just how much better my sheath feels now. Nothing quite like that first moment of liberation.

I focus on trying to help him feel that way once I clear my head, quickly getting through his own tail button and then the front when he shifts a little to let me at it. With this being his first experience in a little while, I give him a mercifully easy time and work down as much of those skinnies as I can leverage, letting him back up and catch his breath while he kicks off the garment.

I seem to be looking through some sort of blurry lens at his body in its glory. He's thin, but he's still one of those better-built sergals. His own fluffy ears stick out to the sides of his head as he watches my awed examination of his absolutely beautiful body. I never was one for super hunky guys. Scarlet is exactly what I would look for in any dream person. "You're perfect."

He scoffs between huffed breaths. "All I am is red instead of black."

I shake my head. "So much more." I finally take a peek at his very full-looking sheath, only made very distinguishable by the red tip poking out amongst his white fur. I lick my lips. "Much more."

He's pink and red by the time I look back at him after dealing with my own jeans. I've always been on the underweight side of things, wiry, and kinda short for a wolf. I seem to be enough to get his attention, though. I beckon him over with a playful tug on his paws, the lower point of distraction drawing his eyes to my own sheath.

Before he even moves, I stroke over myself once, sighing once more as I free myself from my own sheath. I'm certainly nothing huge for length, but I made a horse jealous once with my girth. That's a story for later, though.

"I can't believe this is real..." And really, Scarlet's speaking for both of us.

"Then get over here! I wanna see how close we'll come to poking my eye out."

He seems to shudder before moving, as if just the environmental setting was pushing him closer to getting off. I can't blame him. Scarlet's putting off an assuredly male scent, but underlying that is a sweet scent that I can only remember from once before. He's far from a generic musk.

His eyes hesitate to mine as his paw floats to my waiting wolfhood, a sense of wonder resonating through him as his touch brings a gasp to my muzzle. Years of lacking such a personal touch... "C-closer. Come closer."

Scarlet crawls over me again, putting me onto my back again. I push his sheath down his own unique cock, his needy shudder echoing through the air as I don't stop there. He moans softly as I ease his warm length against mine. My paw is barely large enough to keep us together, but the bigger male gets the idea soon enough.

His eyes close as he starts thrusting against me, his body pushing powerfully as he concentrates. I can barely even think of articulating a full thought, my muzzle hanging open until I feel him kiss me again.

It's almost too much. I'm awash with rushing blood, my body internalizing my reactions while Scarlet's tail flags cutely with every push of his hips, a dominant growl the only thing I could bother to listen for.

Between his reactions and his dedicated attempts to stimulate us both, I can feel my knot pulsating eagerly. I'm already a mess from all the pre the sergal is putting out. He has to be close too. The last time I felt this way... No. I've never felt anything this perfect.

And clearly, he hasn't either. He has to break both rhythm and our embrace as he gasps a moan out, shuddering enough for me to tell he has to struggle not to explode outright. Before Scarlet gets the chance to pour warmth all over me, I turn him and move to kneel on the floor, his sergal manhood an inch away from my muzzle.

Something in me registers nothing but an eager partner and plenty of length to enjoy, so I do just that. Things are really easy going in with the near-orgasmed cock I push to my throat, and I barely register his taste before I feel him moan and shake one last time.

His paws find my ears and hold on for dear life while I give him the undoubtedly best finish of his life, his sweet cum flowing down my throat for quite a while before I back off and lick him clean.

His paws find my shoulders and push me to my back again, then quickly reassign themselves to my slightly neglected wolfhood and my aching balls, the problem only remaining a short while before he also gives my knot a good series of squeezes.

I think canines are almost like pumps in that regard. Or that's certainly all I could think as I howled at my ceiling and came a shot for every hard squeeze that knot got. The amount of warmth I could feel on my belly only turned me on more for one last go, the stickiness landing instead somewhere on my chest.

We're silent for a while, but we're both breathing like we'd ran a marathon and a half. I'm comatose in the euphoria, and I know it's a ton more than just the sexual release. There's something emotional there.

"I've got a future prediction for you," he whispers, sidling up behind me and holding me close.

I murmur back, "Yeah, Scar?" He grinds a sticky sheath up under my tail, making me jump and shiver. "Oh." He chuckles.

"I think I guessed right."