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I sat in sixth period, staring absent mindedly at the board, in the front of the bland, and rather simplistic classroom. I chewed on the end of my pencil, leaving indents from my sharp incisors in it's flimsy painted wood. As the teacher droned on, and I tapped my pawpads on the cold ceramic desk before me, bored by the monotony and the repetition of my everyday schedule, a raccoon in a hoodie named Coty, nudged me.

"Hey, wanna come over after school? It's Friday so you can crash at my place, my mom's outta town" He said to me

We've been friends for about a while and we hang out occasionally, but he always acts like he's hiding something, or trying not to tell me something. He's pretty cool though, he's a good kid. I responded,

"Yeah, sure. When can I come over?"

"Anytime after the bell," He chuckled and said.

"Maybe we can see that new movie, and then go to that new burger joint, next door." I suggested.

He looked at me, smiling quizzically and retorted,

"We're hanging out not goin' on a date, Chris"

"From some of the shit we do, you'd think we'd be going on one." I laughed and said.

"That was one time! And it was accidental!" He raised his voice and said, punching me in the arm soon after. I yelped and was quickly reminded to 'pipe down, fox' by my bitch of an English teacher. Literally.

Sometimes he acted like an older brother, calling me kiddo, or picking me up and tossing me. This was one of those times. He was one of my few real friends I had, I mean after switching schools, and getting in a few "scuffles" with some unsavory students already, I was kind of an outcast. He accepted me, and he enjoyed my quirks, he thought they were funny; amusing.

The bell rang, and I grabbed my blue nylon backpack, turned to him and said,

"I'll be over right after school, I just gotta grab a change of clothes, and my phone charger."

"Alright, seeya then!" He called out as a walked out of the classroom.

Walking through the halls on a friday was a nightmare; a free for all. It was hectic, loud, and smelled like wolve's musk after a football game. I swam through the seemingly endless wave of students, and finally got to my locker. As I started to unlock it, I could hear the football players, yelling and shoving kids into lockers, and trying to assert their 'dominance' anyway they could. I hurried up, and got all of my stuff out and into my backpack. I finished just as they came by.

"Hey, cock sucker!" One called at me as he shoved me into my locker.

I bounced back off of the wall, using the momentum to kick the cocky German Shepherd in the knee, then to follow it up with a punch in the kidney. I didn't stick around much longer after that, I ran towards the stairs, they were crowded; a mosh without the music. I pushed as far as possible down the stairs, but they were gaining ground, and fast. Out of options, I vaulted the stairs, and landed with a forward shoulder roll. I landed hard on my right leg, but kept running until I got out the door, and to my bike, where I saw Dave, a grey timberwolf awaiting my arrival.

"Hey, Chris! 'The fuck took you so long?" He called out.

"Some guys, let's go," I replied as I hopped onto my bike.

We rode to our neighborhood, occasionally making small talk, about school, or what we were planning to do over the weekend. Stuff like that.

As I rode up to my gravel driveway, sending rocks flying as I skid to a halt, I hopped off of my bike, and approached the olive-green painted slats of my house's wall. I climbed into my window. My room was on the first floor, so it makes sneaking out (or in for that matter) a whole lot easier. Once I got in I could hear my brothers fighting in Eric's (the eldest) room. I could hear Jake (the second eldest) yelling about some girl he fucked.

As if I cared

I found my single strap, purple backpack and tossed my clothes, my wallet, and my phone charger in it. I turned and walked out of my door, and into the cramped, beige hallway. I walked towards Eric's door; my shoes stamping the meticulously polished hardwood floor. I raised my paw to the door.

-KNOCK KNOCK-

"What do you want, Chris?" He barked through the thin, wooden door. I sighed and raised my voiced,

"Tell dad I'm going to Coty's house tonight!" I yelled

He replied simply, but his tone conveyed signs of annoyance, resentment almost.

"Alright, fine."

I left, not caring enough to investigate what was going on between my brothers.

~

I arrived a few minutes later at Coty's brown, Victorian style house, complete with a balcony on the second floor, and an intricate doorknocker. The house was old, but only the exterior showed it. The interior however, was modern and beautiful. The house's hedges were neatly trimmed, and grass cut precisely. His parents did whatever they could to be just one step above their neighbors. They were competitive perfectionists. We've come to learn that perfectionism is a double edged sword itself, but when you mix it with his parents' stubborn nature, you get a hell of behavioral cocktail.

As I approached the red, solid door, I could hear their familiar voices on the inside, muffled, but not beyond comprehension.

"Hey, when's the fox getting here?" His little brother chirped.

"His name is Chris, and he's getting here-"

I knocked on the door, and waited for him to open it. He perked at the knock, and nearly jumped up to get the door. His black, ringed tail swished with each stride across the white tile floor. The door was swung open, and he greeted me with an embracing hug. It was strange, he never did, but I didn't mind. He smelled nice, like he was wearing cologne. He wasn't earlier. I can't imagine why he would be, though. Was something gonna happen tonight? Was he going to..?

I pushed those thoughts from my mind.

We separated and he gestured me inside with a swing of his muscular arm. He stood around three inches taller than me, and I always felt small around him.

"Toss your bag in my room and meet me in the backyard, alright?" He said as he pointed to his room and looked at me.

"Okay.." I replied; confused, yet excited. I stepped into his room and tossed my bag on his bed, careful not to linger. His scent was strongest in this room, I recognized it, but it was mixed with something else. Not another person, something... artificial. I didn't mind it, but it confused me, I just couldn't put a paw on what it could be. Still confused, yet not caring enough to investigate, I left his room, and stepped into the livingroom where I could push the clear, sturdy sliding glass door open.

As I stepped out into the cool, autumn air I surveyed the area. The porch, that looked more like a veranda, was clean and freshly painted with a coat of muted, dark brown paint. A glass table sat in the center, a wooden chair on each of the four sides. They were shrouded by the umbrella sticking out through the middle of the table. There were little decorations littered the area, all themed to the season, small pumpkins and synthetic leaves were strewn about.

He was standing out in the middle of the wide, spacious yard. As he heard the door shut he spun around, and beckoned me over with a wave of his large, sleeved arm. As I approached him I saw his mischievious grin, showing a sliver of a row of his white, prestine teeth. He pulled out a small, clear, plastic bag full of what looked like small, colorfull pieces of paper, but as I drew closer I noticed what it really was: Lysergic acid Diethylamide; Acid; LSD, whatever you wanna call it.

"Oh shit, acid?" I exclaimed.

"You know it, man" he replied.

We had a house to ourselves, no parents for the weekend, psychedelic drugs, and his little brother was leaving in a half hour. For me, it was one of the most liberating expirience of my life.

"How'd you get it, though?" I asked as he slipped our ticket to psychedelia into the pocket of his leather blazer

"I made it. Y'know, the anarchist's cookbook is a hell of a book" he replied with great pride.

"Damn..." I said in awe

"So, what are we doing tonight?" I asked eagerly.

"A movie, dinner maybe, and to top it off, tripping balls" He answered with a smirk.

We looked at times the movie was playing at the theater downtown, and we decided on the 5 o'clock showing. We had about 2 hours to kill, so we played videogames, and chatted. Our conversation didn't vary too much. We talked about videogames, school, politics, and other stuff like that. He was the one person I truly felt open to talk to about anything. To make that even better, we shared the same political views, and our intellect and personalities were on par with each other; practically synched.

The movie was an ordinary action flick, mainly gunfire, some plot, and a terrible joke to occasionally break the tension. I was itching to leave, the movie was bad but the acid would be great. After it was over, we drove home, but on the way home we were stopped by non other than Officer Friendly, who clocked us at a supersonic speed of 38 miles per hour in a 35 miles per hour zone. Fucking great.

Coty had the acid in the center console, and he started to panic. He was hysterical, so I had him and I switch seats, and Officer Friendly was satisfied with my gracious cooperation. He let us of with a warning, it was a good thing, too. I wasn't going to pay the ticket for the driving I didn't perform.

The rest of the drive home was pretty quiet. We didn't talk as much as the latter portion, but as we got home, I could tell how excited he was. We entered the house, and giddily rushed to the living room. He had the bag, and we were ready. It was my first time using LSD. I had done other minor stuff before, but nothing with the psychedelic qualities like this.

He handed me one of those little colorful pieces, and I put it in my mouth, waiting for something to happen.

"I guess this is it... here we go, Chris"

~

I felt hot, and clammy. Nothing happened for the first few.minutes. I was confused, and I thought it wasn't going to work, so I took another. (Brilliant, right?) From there, things got strange. I was bombarded by a constant flow and change of vibrant, neon colors. The walls seemed to be breathing; deflating and inflating in sync with my lungs. It was incredible, it was riviting. It was, well... Trippy. I started seeing things change in front of me. Coty was slowly melting into the couch where he sat. The ceiling fan was dripping some kind of grey, chunky liquid that spread all over the floor. The breathing walls now looked like the tree bark of an Oak. The pitch of any previously recognizable sound was distorted beyond any recognition it had before; my voice slurred and became deep and slow.

I don't remember much else of that night besides going on a quest to find.... something.. through a hallucinated forest, and further enjoying the trip. The last memory of the night I had was sitting on the couch, and Coty becoming increasingly touchy-feely. I passed out after that.

I woke up on Coty's couch, with him. Under him, actually.

Stark fucking naked.

I managed to roll him over to my side off of me, he too was naked. What did we do last night? He's straight, what's he gonna say?

I nudged him awake, and I said

"Aren't you straight?"

He sat up, looked at me grinned and said,

"No, and you certainly aren't either"

"I already knew that, and I thought you did, too. But since when weren't you?" I exclaimed.

"Dunno, probably since last night." He said as he pecked me on the cheek.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled in bewilderment

"You don't remember, do you?" He chuckled

"We fucked?" I shouted, eager for an answer.

"Yep.." he said hesitantly

"Okay.... do like me, or was it just an impulse decision?" I asked, taken back by what I was just told.

"I like you, and I was hoping you did too, but I didn't know if you liked guys so I didn't tell you" He said sheepishly

"So you fucked me? Smooth" I said, grinning.

He perked up, and his ears swiveled forward.

"Wait, does that mean you're interested?" He asked giddily

I nodded.

"Really!? So we're like boyfriends now?" He exclaimed

"I guess you could put it like that..." I chuckled and said.

"But where are my clothes?" I finished.

"Why do you need your clothes right now, Chris?" He teased as he climbed back on top of me, giggling and nuzzling as he did. He was already aroused, I could feel it against my leg. I too, was aroused, and I knew what he wanted.

And so we fucked. Again.

As he climbed off of me, panting in exhaustion and pleasure, I glanced at my phone.

New message from Dad; "Heading to church, talk to you soon."

How ironic

For the rest of the morning we cuddled and had breakfast, suspended in the euphoric bubble of warmth and love he exuded. I made him some scrambled eggs and bacon, and he made us cofee.

"So, what are your parents gonna say... y'know, about us?" I asked as I sat back down on the couch.

"Well, my parents probably don't care that I'm a bisexual, but they don't know. All they know is that I was having someone I like over, who happens to be a fox" he replied

"How did my species come up?" I asked with a grin

"They wanted to know more about you, and all I'd tell them was your species, anyway, do your parents know that you're gay?" he answered and asked.

"Well, my mom is dead, so I live with my Dad. And no, he doesn't and I don't want to tell him, either. He's the most bigoted conservative I've ever met. When he has spare time, he goes to church. When it's time to vote, he doesn't care about the candidate, only their party. He pickets and protests funerals for people in the military, same sex marriages, and anything else he doesnt like, and to top it all off, my mom died pregnant with her rape-baby because my dad wouldn't let her abort it after it happened. I fucking hate him." I said angrily.

"Damn, I'm so sorry. How did she die?" He asked solemnly

"A car crash, my dad divorced her when he thought she was 'impure' and kicked her out. She was crying and driving away, and she drifted off of the road into some construction equipment"

"How do you stand to live with him?" He sneered with disgust

"I don't know, and I don't want to talk about it either" I said with a sigh.

"So... what d'you wanna do today?" He asked as he ran a claw down the fur on my back, sending shivers of pleasure wash over my body with a slight shudder.

"I dunno; it's up to you" I replied as I held his warm, black paw.

**Trying to keep this fast paced. Will update soon!**