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A painful throbbing filled the canine's head upon waking up, and he immediately wished he had some sleeping pills. With a groan, he tossed the cover down on the carpet and slowly pushed himself off the bed. He must have looked rather pathetic crawling on all fours towards the bathroom, but at least he lived alone. It was especially beneficial when he smacked his head against the door. "Fuck!" he yelped, holding his head as he curled up. At least it had opened the door, but he would remember to leave it open next time he drank that much.

As the pain in his stomach and throat grew worse, he quickly grabbed the toilet lid and threw it open. The bile, booze, and half-digested food erupted from his muzzle, the black fur on his face temporarily yellow. The acidic scent hit his nose shortly, bringing forth even more. Tears flowed down his face from the pain, and he had to wipe his eyes to see clearly again. He stood, flushed the toilet, and turned on the sink to wash.

The bathroom light felt like painful stabs in his eyes once he hesitantly flipped the switch. With his face wet, but clean, he finally saw himself in the mirror. A black wolf with sunken eyes and cheeks, obviously underweight. With all he drank, he usually didn't eat much, and this time what he ate didn't even stay down. At least the booze kept him from starving. Emerald eyes that used to be so bright now seemed glazed and dull, and he mentally told himself that it was only because he was a little bit off right now in general. Tall and nothing but bones, he wondered little about why he might be living alone. There was nothing about him to like.

After he wiped his face with a towel, he slid a claw under the dark blue boxers clinging to him and pulled them down. What was perhaps at one point an alluring musk to some hit his nose. If he could smell anything other than his own puke, he might have been able to smell the days-old sweat, cum, and piss clinging to his body. With the single grimy garment thrown aside, he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. At least the warm water provided some comfort, but he knew it wouldn't last. In a matter of minutes, the water would turn lukewarm. Without wasting too much time, he grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured it into a free palm.

Before the wolf had sunk this low, he had been a different person. Friends came over to play games, he went to college, volunteered and worked as a teacher's assistant. Today, he's here. 'After all those years of effort, what's the p-...' The annoyance of barely not-cold water hitting his face brought him out of his mental self-badgering, and he shook his head. He needed a drink.

'Good enough,' he thought before turning the water off and shaking himself like a feral. That was one of those things he secretly loved to do, it was some kind of hidden instinct, and his parents never broke him from the habit. Mostly-dry, he opened the current, stepped out, and quickly brushed his headfur. The rest wouldn't matter once he dressed for work.

Clothing of a matching black was pulled out of a drawer in the bedroom and hastily pulled over his lanky frame. Worn shoes, already tied, were slipped over his feet like sandals. A pair of khakis with faded colors and loose threads slipped over his legs, and he had to be somewhat mindful that they would not fall too low. Screw buying belts.

Before he could rush out the front door, his eyes moved to the bottle of whiskey sitting on the kitchen table. He grabbed it, quickly twisted the cap off and took a swig. "Ahh," he sighed pleasurably, and sat the bottle down. "Now I can get through this shit." He slammed the bottle down, grabbed the keys hanging near the door, and walked out.

A common misconception is that deserts are always hot, but the winter had brought a decent chill. Instead of being enough to make the wolf shiver, as thankfully his coat was relatively thick, it was perfectly comfortable. Aside from the hangover. He walked down the metal staircase and turned right towards the blinking lights of the Mansion Station. Light pollution might have hidden the stars, but the lights of the city made up for it.

He pushed the crosswalk button, and waited for the white symbol to light up. As he walked across, a car blared its horn, narrowly speeding by as it turned. "Fuck you!" the wolf yelled and gave a less-than-polite hand gesture. Once across, it was only a short stint of walking to where he needed to go. A car would be convenient, but feet are free. In his head, gallons were counted in bottles, not tanks. Or would that be liters?

Scents of dirt, gas fumes, and the piss of the homeless mixed with the smell of fresh morning air. The canine breathed it all in deeply with a soft smile. This was the smell of reality, of where he belonged, wasn't it? As he walked, he took his time to go slow, enjoying the view of the area. It was always rather breath-taking to see this part of the city, even during the day. Cars covered the poorly-designed roads every inch, and he always awed at the castle-themed buildings on his left and a circus-theme casino on his right, complete with all the dazzling lights, though most of them either weren't turned on or didn't show up very well during the day. At night, however, it was amazing every time just as if it were the first time he had witnessed it all. Forgetting for a moment to move his feet, an impatient bull pushed from behind, muttering about "fucking tourists".

Eventually, the sight of a glass window with a flashing neon open sign hanging came into view. Behind it was a brown bear with a bored look on his face, who stood behind a food counter. The wolf pushed the door open and gave the bear a wave.

"Hey there, Naru." The wolf didn't wave or even so much as look at the fat male. He simply walked past him and around the sales counter, and swiped a card through a machine attached to the wall. Clocked in, he turned and awaited for a customer.

It seemed as if Naru hadn't even noticed the wolf come in at first as he jolted his head to attention. Upon realizing it was not a customer, he gave a slightly goofy smile and waved up. "Hello, Brae. Good to see you."

"Yeah." With an absent wave, he dismissed his co-worker, and leaned against the counter. "How's today been?"

"Slow, but it's the middle of the week. What do you expect?" Naru laughed, holding his large, jiggling belly. "But makes you have to be on guard. It always gets busy when you least expect it."

"Yeah," Brae muttered, not entirely caring. His focus of attention was out the window, watching people walk by on the sidewalk. They weren't paying attention to this low-end sandwich place on a street corner. Most who passed by were tourists heading towards the strip, and the tiny place he worked at was largely ignored by all. Perhaps it made for slow work days, but it also made for easy days.

Customers came and went, ordering their sandwiches in the ways they liked. Chicken with American cheese and onion; veggie with ranch. He slapped the material in between the pieces of bread as he was asked, and handed them over. Over time, it felt like clockwork, and he barely could hear people ask for their own orders. The dull pain of his arms moving dissipated as his attention faded from the world around him.

"Go light on the ranch, please." Brae raised his head to nod to the customer. A short white fox stood before him with fur that appeared as soft as silk, and wore clothing that made him look too well-off to want a sandwich from a cheap shithole he had chosen. For the first time that day, he had really looked and listened to someone. Even when it came to Naru, the wolf mostly ignored the dumb bear, or replied vaguely while he half-daydreamed the time by. "Er... the ranch, please?" He raised an eyebrow, pointing to the bottle held in the wolf's hands.

Brae shook his head as if to bring himself back to reality, and mentally cursed at himself for staring at a new customer. They needed more of those, and now this one probably thinks he's creepy. But the fox didn't seem to mind, and was even grinning slightly by the time the sandwich was prepared and wrapped up. "Alright, all done. Enjoy." He slid it over the counter to Naru, who took the fox's money.

"Thanks."

The smile on that fox caused Brae to blush, and he was thankful his fur was thick enough to hide it. Not that it was difficult to tell he was shy anyways. "N-no problem. Come back anytime." He was given a nod, and the customer left.

"Shit, man," Naru laughed, and slapped Brae's shoulder. "Pull yourself together, you're crackin' me up. Wait, on second thought, don't pull yourself together. It's funnier that way."

He rocked in place from the slap, but otherwise didn't react. It was back to ignoring everything.

Or, he had at least tried. But for the rest of the work day, the encounter had been on his mind. Maybe he'd jack off to the fox once he got home. He imagined the two banging the bed against the wall, much to the annoyance of the neighbors. The fox tossed his head up, crying out Brae's name with total disregard for privacy. If not for the fact that he had to stand behind a counter all day, someone would have noticed the tent in his pants, and thankfully Naru was too busy beatboxing to himself for most of the time to notice.

When work finally ended, Brae could barely hold back throwing himself over the counter to escape. He clocked out and left with little more than a wave goodbye. The late evening air was much colder, and suddenly the canine wished he had brought a jacket. It would've been okay if he had a buzz going, but it had long worn off. He gnawed on his claws while he walked down the busy city street, trying to keep his mind off of the cravings. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Most ignored the wolf when they walked by, but a father sightseeing with his son gave Brae a dirty look. Despite thinking it was stupid, he kept talking to himself. It was something of a self-control mechanism.

Finally, he reached the apartment door. He looked around out of mild curiosity, seeing the blinking lights of the strip just a couple miles off. It always somewhat amused him how incredibly walled off he was from there. Surrounding the apartments were fences and brick walls, and even around the strip, fully up and down, he could recall green construction tarps that never seemed to disappear, parking buildings seemingly strategically placed to obscure the poorer parts of the city. Completely surrounding the boulevard, any twenty feet west or east from either wall of it, one would find run-down homes, abandoned buildings with doors knocked in and covered in graffiti, and homeless people sleeping on the ground. And the fact was that he was one of those, one of the rejects, the failures.

He unlocked the door and stepped in. The bottle still stood on the counter, waiting for him. "Best not to think of depressing shit, right, E&J?" Seconds later, the wolf was guzzling heartily from the bottle and carried it to the bedroom. The hangover and cravings quickly becoming a distant memory, replaced by a warm feeling, a faux-leather chair that was more comfortable than one would expect for the price, and the glowing screen of a computer monitor.

Porn didn't seem to be doing it right now. Or rather, it was more that he didn't need it. Flashes of his daydreams returned, and he could feel his sheath stir to life. He reached down and squeezes the strained bulge, and made a deep lusty growl. Something about drinking made the canine hornier than normal, and he was already horny before. Claws tore at his pants as he struggled to throw them off, and he squeezed the begging rod between his bony thighs. A phantom image of the fox sprawled out over his bed, wagging his ass and tail held high. He would have gotten up and spanked the needy little bastard. With a grin and a spit of saliva, he would have smeared the makeshift lube with his cock tip, and buried himself in a glove of love. Cries of demands to be tied filled his mind, and it didn't take long for him to splatter white seed over his dark shirt. Naturally, he didn't bother to even so much as wipe it up, and the cum crusted against his shirt. The phantom kissed his cheek and gave its thanks as the wolf's eyelids gradually closed into a dreamless sleep.

Familiar pain coursed through Brae's body. A cry of agony echoed against his walls, and he allowed himself to simply fall to the ground. He curled up, shivering some as he waited for his head to stop spinning long enough for him to push himself from the ground and grab the bottle that thankfully had not been knocked over from its position. The taste of lint was faintly noticed due to the cap not having been put back, but it was shortly thereafter no longer a relevant concern. Soon, the pain faded, and he stood back up.

Today was his day off. Like most days off, Brae had no plans, and it would probably go to waste, he figured. He grabbed a wallet from the bookshelf against the wall, and retreated to the kitchen. It must have been a couple days since he had even remembered to eat, as his stomach felt like it was caving in. It was hastily filled with a handful of cereal straight from the box. He sat the box down on the sparse counter, grabbed the keys, and left.

Some say don't shop while you're hungry. Here, it might be better to say don't gamble while you're drunk. That would not be the line of advice Brae would be following today. With a pocket full of change, a wallet with a few bills, he walked through the front doors of the Mansion. Cigarette smoke poisoned the air, and electronic beeps of slot machines echoed in his ears. The lighting was somewhat dark inside, probably for people like him who found bright lights rather headache-inducing. He walked along the dark red and black carpet until he saw what he fondly remembered: a sign advertising one dollar margaritas.

"ID please." The female giraffe behind the counter contorted her face into a fake smile, and the wolf returned the expected gesture.

One dollar later, he found himself walking to a neon-lit slot machine in the least possible smoky section of the casino. A brown copper coin was slid into the slot of the penny machine, and he pulled the lever. The symbols slid past his glazed eyes, and he sipped on the icy drink as the coins were depleted. When he at last reached into his pocket for the precious metal and found none, he sighed in disappointment, and took his leave.

Brae didn't know how much time had passed from then to where he next found himself. There were memories of a water fountain, a bathroom break, a random visit to a gas station for something he didn't recall before he remembered he was broke, and somehow he had gotten lost.

"Damn it, what the hell," he grumbled to himself, and looked around. He thought he vaguely recalled wanting to sightsee the city some, instead of only attending the usual places. Tonight was not the best choice in terms of time, it seems. Before him was an entirely desolate street, a whole town next to the strip that was sealed off with dead-end cul-de-sacs, brick walls, and tall buildings built around the impoverished area. The wolf jumped in surprise when a person passed him in the dark, pushing a shopping cart full of cardboard and other junk, but at least the man minded his business.

The same could not be said for a doberman with dried blood patches around his neck and arms. Brae could only assume that those weren't from something as benign as an accident with a razor or tripping over a shoelace.

"Hey, buddy, got any change?" the dog asked, palm extended forward.

Brae shook his head. "Sorry, man. I'm broke."

"No way, I can smell the booze and smoke on you from a mile away." Every step the stranger took closer, Brae could smell sweat mixed with street grime that much more. "I can't even eat, man. Gimme some change."

"I'm really sorry, but I'm broke, I'm not joking." The wolf's voice was getting louder and angrier, mostly out of show. In truth, he was scared shitless, and was backing away quickly. He wasn't sure where he was walking to, but when he looked up and saw the Troposphere tower, he could roughly guess the direction his apartment was in. The damn building only served as a landmark for locals, and a place of overpriced dinners and rides for anyone else.

A silver flash glinted with the light of one of the few buildings nearby that hadn't been abandoned. Unfortunately, it was closed, and no one else seemed to be around. "I ain't fuckin' joking here either."

That was all Brae needed to see to decide he would attempt to run. He didn't get far, however, and fell face-first into the sidewalk. Before he could recover, a heavy pile of dog was flung itself atop of him. The flavor of copper filled his mouth moments after the feeling of a wasp stinging his stomach came to be, and he was too trashed to struggle against the dog. While he vainly pushed and kicked like a struggling child, the stings kept coming.

At least the booze running through his veins helped dull the pain. A shame all the blood that was carrying it was spilling out.

It had never been worse until now. Brae shot up from the hospital bed, only to immediately collapse back into it. IV's were attached to both of his arms, and his body felt cramped. Every joint felt as if it were internally spasming for control despite him knowing he wasn't moving all of them. Barks of cursed pain filled the white medical room until the door flung open, and a short man holding a clipboard and wearing a generic lab coat hastily walked in.

"Brae Regan?" a kind yet agitated voice asked. Icy blue eyes looked up to him, staring into his.

He instantly recognized the sight and voice. "You..."

"Me?" The fox looked confused for a moment before looking a bit surprised. "Oh."

That was all he got. 'Oh.' He smirked. "I do have that kind of effect on people. People are amazed at the sight of me and can't help themselves from sticking pointed objects into my body."

"Good to see your sense of humor is intact." Humor, however, seemed to be rather absent from the fox's voice, and he made a mark on the clipboard with a pen. "What can you tell me about what you last remember?"

Brae scratched an itch at his nose, and winced at the pain of the IVs being pulled on his arm. "It was my day off. I was out at the Mansion Station, then took a walk before going home, and some asshole stabbed me because I didn't have change to give him."

"What did this 'asshole' look like?" There was nothing but professionalism in his voice.

"A doberman. I don't remember much else about him, sorry." He laid his head on the pillow, taking a moment that seemed longer than it really was to stare at the fox. The male's fur was whiter than the coat. "You have an odd taste in sandwiches."

Finally, the fox looked up and had a bemused look on his face, breaking his aura of total seriousness if only for the moment. "Oh?"

"You're a doctor, or a nurse, or whatever, but you make more money than me and most of the customers I see." He scoffed. "But you came to our low-end place. What for, mister... "

"I'm not some stuck-up snob, and I happen to like the food there. Hawken," the apparent doctor answered, and gestured to the silver name tag on his coat. "Don't even say anything. I dealt with enough comments when I was a kid in school." The two shared a brief laugh.

It was short-lived. "Do you remember how much you had been drinking, Brae?"

"Oh, we're on a first-name basis now, are we. No fair." The wolf looked aside, pouting in an exaggerative manner. After a moment, he stopped trying to avoid the question. "A bit."

Less than satisfied with the answer, Doctor Hawken repeated the line monotonously before leaning in. "I'll cut to the chase. After a few more binges, you will die. Assuming a knife or something else doesn't do the job first."

Brae paused. After a hard swallow, he spoke with a thick fake cool. "Could've sugar-coated it a bit there, you know."

"I could have, but I'm not much in the mood for doing that." With a voice of anger and a scowl on his face, the fox was downright scary, even if he was lean and short. "We have people here who are really in need of help, not people who are killing themselves and getting themselves into trouble."

A few moments passed as he took the words in. "He, why do you care?" With a scoff, Brae turned his head away. "You probably get people like me coming in every day by the dozen."

"You're right, but it never gets easier no matter how many I have to watch." Haw ken's voice became sullen, and he lowered his head. "Can't you promise me you'll even try?"

No one had cared for him before now like this, even if the sniffles from the fox were from a more universal humanitarian philosophy and not for him personally. It was enough. "Hey, cheer up." The words felt empty even to Brae, though. After a moment, he took a deep breath. "Go out with me."

"Uh?" Haw ken seemed utterly confused at first, then looked around to see if anyone else was near. Of course, no one was, they were alone in the room. It wasn't a private room, but the other bed in the corner was unoccupied. "This isn't really the place to ask for that, the suddenness of that aside. I don't know you."

"Go out with me, and I'll do what you say. Simple, I think." Brae shrugged.

Haw ken clenched a fist around the pen, barely holding back from snapping it. "And you will live?"

"You're the one who cares about such things, doc. Deal?"

The fox groaned and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, fine."

"Right, right." Brae acts as if he's sharpening his claws, scratching them together. "I'll say to see you at some time at the sandwich place, you'll not show up, and we'll both pretend we never saw each other. It's less awkward that way, right?"

"What time?" It wasn't a plain question. Haw ken seemed both angry and eager, and Brae didn't waste a moment.

The canine kept a smug, overconfident look on his face. "Whenever you can afford, you know? Say closing time, ten PM?"

"Sure, fine." It was a rather dismissive way of speaking, but even if the doctor wasn't serious, it was still a chance for Brae to act his fantasy out.

"I can't just call you doctor on a date, though." The black canine mischievously asked,"What's your first name?"

"Kari." Stated simply, it was hard to not get the impression that the fox wasn't interested. There was a slight twitch of the fox's whiskers, and his eyes looked away as if distracted.

That was enough for Brae. He smiled contentedly. "Alright then, Kari."

A day had gone, and Kari hadn't shown. But that was okay, Brae had expected as much. Why would he expect anything to change? It was the same comfortable routine; the customers came and went, and he put the cooked flesh and vegetables between toasted pieces of bread. "Enjoy your meal!" Despite the heightened tone of voice, something about the wolf was invariably off. Time could only go by if he ignored that it existed, but such was daily life.

While no one was looking, the bear coated his hand with a string of mayonnaise, and licked his fingers clean. "Ya' ever wonder what's here after, man?"

"No, I don't." It was true enough. Brae narrowed his eyes and, for once in perhaps ever, stared directly at his co-worker. "Why the hell would I bother to think of anything like that?"

"I dunno, bro." The bear held up a hand defensively while he scratched his head. "For some reason, I just thought of it, I guess. Don't get mad."

'Real fucking great time for your brain doing any work,' he thought. Here he was, dying, and here the world was, going about its day, its daily charade. The gilded effect of the glamour.

A ring vaguely registered in Brae's ears, signaling a customer walking in. As before, he ignored the world around him. "Go light on the ranch, please." The voice gave a slightly annoyed sigh, and Brae looked up with squinted eyes. Kari stood before him, fur puffed out like an upset animal. "Really, I shouldn't have to say it every time." Despite the verbal complaint, there was a hint of playfulness in the male's voice.

He couldn't help but chuckle, and put two sweeps of the white substance on the vegetables and beef sandwich before him. "Here you go, fox boy."

Nauru momentarily squinted his eyes suspiciously at the two, but after he took the white fur's change and handed the food over, he went back to tapping his fingers on the counter in the rhythm of a song that existed only in his head. Unlike usual, Kari didn't leave once he took the food, but sat down at one of the nearby wooden tables. There he nibbled away and did not pay any attention to the world around.

As Brae walked around the counter, Nauru looked at him with a surprised and confused face. "Where ya' going, man? A bit early to be thinking of going home!"

The wolf simply waved him off. "I'll just be a few."

"But we get off in a few!"

Brae calmly sat down in front of the fox, and a few moments passed with nothing being said or done between the two. After Kari swallowed, he looked up without moving his head. "Hey."

"Hey." It was such a plain exchange that he couldn't help but smile. "You finally came. Good to see you."

"Don't take it the wrong way. Like I said, I like the food here." Kari took another bite, swallowed, and sat it down. "How are you feeling?"

At that moment, it was taking all of his effort to act as normal as possible. An odd tingling filled his body, the kind that he drank to get rid of. It was similar to a limb falling asleep, but more of a cramp-like feeling. His stomach felt like shit, and if he tried to read or focus on anything too much, his head would spin until a small cough of vomit came up his throat. The canine didn't want to die, at least not yet, though the bright florescent lighting made him want to kill himself.

Even still, he shrugged and gave a forced smile. "I'm fine."

"Tc..." Kari took another couple bites, finishing off the meal.

For awhile, Nauru hadn't said anything. But once closing time arrived, he started cleaning the counter and cookware off. With a sigh, he called out to his co-worker. "Alright, I can handle this. You two go have fun."

That confused Brae, as it was the first genuinely nice, not-annoying thing the bear had ever said or done. Maybe he could tell what Brae thought of this 'customer'. "Alright, thanks."

Outside, the more familiar sight of intense city lights shined. The two stood on the sidewalk for a moment, both enjoying the sight. If it wasn't for the mutt on the street corner with a cardboard sign asking for change, it would have been a perfect view of how beautiful everything is.

Kari crossed his arms. "Uh, you know I'm not actually going anywhere with you, right?"

"Yeah." It was all he said. Of course he knew, this was just him playing with a fantasy in his mind.

"Good," the fox said over his shoulder as he turned. "Take care of yourself."

Brae stood to watch as the fox disappeared down the sidewalk, merging with the crowd of endless tourists. After Kari had vanished, he left.

This time, he didn't mind the acrid smell in the air. Maybe he would pick up a new habit, one that would kill him a little bit less than a few alternative options. But as the colorful symbols of the slot machine reflected in his eyes as they rolled, Brae froze. It wasn't that he won, as if these shit machines ever spat out anything more than a couple dollars anyways. Every moment of the last several years replayed in his mind, every moment being a repeat. Every day, the same.

The next moment was rather confusing. Or rather, the lack of it was. Brae found himself in his bed, and could hardly recall anything, but at least he felt less like a piece of shit. A yawn echoed in the room as he smacked his lips, and once he sat up, he could tell it was night. No light shined through the window, and everything was pitch black in his room. With complete laziness, he threw himself off the bed and crawled to the bathroom door. This time, he remembered to push it open with something other than a skull.

At that moment, he felt it again. A flutter in his chest and a sudden wave of cold later, he collapsed on the ground. "F-f-fullback!"

"Shut up!" Brae felt a firm pair of hands grab him and lift him up to sit on the toilet seat.

"W, who?" He blinked, and saw Kari baring his fangs. "Sorry if I woke you... Wait, why are you here?"

The vulpine stood back, and his expression softened. "Don't you remember? You freaked. Started rambling in the Mansion like a madman. They threw you out."

"No," he whispered frightfully, and bit his thumb to calm himself. "But that still doesn't explain why you're here."

Kari didn't say anything. Instead, he pulled a business card out of a pocket. "You had this in your pocket. It was all you had other than a handful of pennies, apparently." He looked at it, and saw that it was contact information for the Valley Hospital. Still, he didn't remember anything, or even the card. "They called it, asked for who your doctor was, and here I am."

"I thought you might just be a nurse or something. You're..."

"Young?" He smirked. "Thanks for the compliment, but I'm older than I look. Now get up, and get to bed."

With a bit of help by using Kari for stability, he walked back to the small bed in the corner. But it still took him rather by surprise when the fox laid down on the bed next to him, pushed him to make room, and pulled the covers over the both of them. 'Well, I'll be damned if I just lay here.' With a smirk, he stretched out more, and pressed his arm against the fox's chest. Brae realized neither had anything on but boxers, and that the fox was strong and toned despite appearing so small. It felt like the fox worked out as well as dieted well.

A sigh of slight annoyance brought him to alert, but before the wolf could clear his throat and act like nothing was wrong, Kari's clawed hand gripped tightly into his back. "Gah!" It was enough for him to feel the claws cut into his skin. Sharp fangs then pressed against his next, with Kai growling. It was almost scary, but there was a peculiar warmth radiating from the white-furred male, and it made him grin.

Kai pulled back, and pinned himself on top of the wolf. "Allow me to wipe that stupid look off your face."

Gentle fingers caressed over the wolf's cheek, traveling downwards over the black-furred chest. "My, you're quite frail for your height," Kai whispered. He kept a grin on his face as his dream fox lowered himself, and sat against the tent. Warmth spread over his tip, and it became all he could even think of. He didn't notice when the fox kept talking dirty to him, or scratching his chest and sides. All he could feel was a pair of warm buns grinding up and down against him. His tongue stuck out as he panted like an excited puppy while Kai ripped their clothing off, and then finally got to hotdogging the fox with no restriction between them.

"Is this what you wanted?" Kai's whisper had a strange tinge of venom. All Brae could whimper out was a pathetic bark of approval. It was rough to try and sink in with no lube, all the canine had was his pre and sweat. With a hard downward slam of the fox's hips, the pulsing dick was forced inside. Not that the owner complained.

At least, not until Kai started rocking up and down over his inadequately-lubed dick full throttle. Each time he went down, the impact made the wolf wince. "Hey, shouldn't you..." There was no reply beyond an angry growl and a clawed slap to his face, scratching his cheek. The fox grabbed Brae's wrists and held them firmly down, then bit into his neck again while still riding the knotted meat. He acted as if there was nothing more that he needed other than the bastard's bulb inside.

This time, the bite was enough to cut off Brae's air. All of his struggles were in vain, weakened by the feeling of when his knot finally entered those tight confines. Even the fox's rings were clenching around him more than before. It became too much. Alt first, all he could do was make a weak whimper. But when that odd feeling came again, and those thoughts of his dreary, repetitive life haunted him for a moment, he snapped. "No, this is my moment," he gasped aloud. It took everything, and he felt light-headed to the point of nearly passing out, but he still managed to grab the fox's muzzle, pry it open, and held his neck tightly before him so that the prick would stop biting him. Warm blood ran down his neck, and he could see dim trails streaming down Kai's lips, which curled into a red grin.

Now in control, Brae decided to pay the fox back for some of the rough play. As he tugged on his knot, Kai yipped sharply. He slapped the fox's face, and was given another clawed slap in return. With one eye closed due to blood trickling down, Brae stared up at what was now_his_ victim. It was Kai's turn to whimper like the good little bitch he ought to be.

Pain shot through Brae's bottom lip when he bit it in an attempt to hold back, but it was futile. A tingling warmth spread from the sex and throughout his whole body. With an arched back, the canine howled uncontrollably while he made what constrained thrusts were possible while tied. Cum poured into the fox, enough to bloat the bitch's belly just a bit. At the same time, white strings were flung onto his chest and face, soaking into his fur and skin. Moments passed, the two laying in bed, panting together.

"Bitch fox," Brae laughed a little to himself. It soon became apparent after the bliss passed how sore and scratched up he was everywhere.

Kai smirked. Then his lips contorted to a confusing, unrealistic shape. Flesh tore, exposing an unnatural amount of fangs and gums were now visible. The fox then spoke in deep and hoarse voice, "No... You're the worthless bitch here!" In a flurry of movements, claws swiped at him, and though he moved his arms up to guard, it was like they weren't there. Flesh tore like paper, and he screamed in agony until he somehow had the strength to throw the creature off him.

The wolf jolted up from the bed, and saw nothing. No one else in his room. No blood soaked on the bed. He felt his skin, and nothing was wrong. No cuts, and nothing else wrong, though he was rather sweaty. Frantically, he got up to his feet and checked the ground, but no one was there. "What the fuck? What the fuck..." All he could do was mutter it to himself repeatedly, and pace around the room in confusion.

Work was normal, which was uncomfortable for Brae. He had almost gotten used to things being slightly different within the last week or so - the exact amount of time was beyond his recollection. Kai never arrived to answer any questions either. Naru, like usual, was mostly an annoyance throughout the whole day.

And then he came.

Immediately, Brae's eyes locked on to the white fox. The male ordered his sandwich as per normal, and acted completely nonchalant about everything. It was infuriating. "What's with you, Kai?!"

"Uh?..." The fox stepped back in shock, and even Naru for once looked like he was at a loss for words.

The bear stepped up and whispered, "Man, just, uh, why don't you take an early break?"

"No way, not right now. This guy...!"

"I don't know you!" Tears almost flowed from the fox's eyes. He must have been traumatized from the random aggression, and soon after ran out the door.

The bear shook his head. "Man, what the fuck..."

In his unbearable confusion, Brae had simply ran out. Though he searched for Kai, he didn't see him anywhere, the fox surely long gone in the crowds of people. Hopeless, and perhaps jobless at that point, he walked aimlessly with his head held low. Shoulders bumped into him, curses yelled, and he ignored it all until a car horn honked. The wolf jumped back before he stepped off the curb and into the busy intersection, thankfully not being hit by a car, but part of him wouldn't have cared either way.

Perhaps it was some kind of instinct or conditioning that had sent him on auto-pilot, but the wolf found himself before the overbearing sign of his usual place to stop after work. It felt odd being here at this time. A sense of comfort came to his mind, and he approached the doors. Before he entered them, he stopped.

"I guess this is it, huh..." He laughed aloud at himself, at the world, and walked in.

If it was going to be like this, it might as well be a little new. It didn't take long to find the random person he needed, in this case a buff hyena leaning against a wall. A cigarette glowed between his lips while he waited next to the bathroom, a foot tapping away in boredom.

With all the grace of a cat high on catnip, Brae leaned against the wall next to the hyena. The male looked over with narrowed eyes, then blew a thick cloud of smoke into Brae's face. He tried to suppress a cough, but failed. Instead, he smiled and stuttered, "C-could you spare one?"

"Go fuck yourself." The hyena turned his head away and resumed the foot-tapping procedure. With a shrug, Brae turned and went to a distant part of the casino, seeing as he had been embarrassed.

There was a bar in the middle of the facility with a couple of big-chested employees, a raven and a red panda. He sat on a stool, and one of the bartenders instantly shuffled over to him. An obvious look of fatigue and stress was imprinted on her features, but her voice was still enthusiastic, even if forced. "What can I help you get today?"

"Just one of those do-..." The sudden pause confused the raven, who tilted her head Brae looked down and paused before he smiled. "Give me some of your favorite."

"Well, our most popular is-"

Brae shook his head and leaned up. "No, honey. I want _your_favorite."

She made a slight eyeroll, but had long ago gotten used to being flirted with. "One moment."

As she poured a brown liquid into a sizable glass, she brought it over and gave a faux smile. "Here you are, that'll be five." Once he handed the bill over, she walked away to another gambling drunkard.

Built into the table he sat on was a glowing touchscreen blackjack simulator. The brown liquor burned down his throat with a glorious moan, and he gave the raven a smile in thanks. He pulled another bill and inserted it into the machine. For awhile, all he did was bust or lose, but he didn't mind. Whatever the stuff the bartender had given him was doing its job of making Brae not give a shit about much.

Half-way through the glass, he barely acknowledged that his winnings had gone up. Only a few dollars, nothing that would really matter. The wolf kept playing, and felt a little bit proud that he at least won more than he lost even as he went on. "There must be something real special in this drink, hm?" He chuckled, and flicked a claw at the glass to hear the high-pitched clang. It must have been awhile, because the winnings piled up for awhile until even he raised his eyebrows. "A thousand? Well, I'll be damned, huh?" After pressing a button, a winnings ticket came out, and he walked off with it once he chugged down the rest of the drink. He kept reading it, amused with himself until his blurred vision cleared enough just for a moment."Wait, those... those aren't decimals!"

An intense numbing tingling filled him completely. He shook as his body collapsed, sending Brae to the ground. People rushed to his side, and with the last control of his body, he stuffed the ticket into his pocket. No one was going to swipe it out of his hands, not when everything was finally coming together, finally changing for the better.

"..."

"H-huh?"

Pain should have been covering him from head to toe, his head should be pounding. Most importantly, the room should be dark and his bed uncomfortable as well as dirty. Instead, there surrounded him once again were dim lights, and a sleeping white fox in a corner, sitting on a chair and drooling onto a table.

"Kai?" The fox grumbled in his sleep and turned his head away, but otherwise didn't respond. "Kai, wake up, you lazy fox." Brae stood up from the bed, finding it strangely easy to do so, but didn't think much on it at the moment. He walked towards the sleeping, small male, and shook him. It didn't do anything. "Hey, wake up, you're, you're scaring me!" Once more, Kai refused to wake no matter how much Brae tried. And then it dawned on him. That's why...

Slowly, he lowered himself onto his knees, and hugged Kai. "You didn't have to stay here like this. Guess I must've made you feel bad." For a long moment, he just watched the fox breathe while he gently pet his cheeks. "I know we never really knew me much, or cared. Maybe a little. Here," he reached into his pocket and pulled out the casino receipt, placing it under the fox's open hand on the table. "I suppose that's the least I can do for being rude before. Maybe you can pay off some loans, or use it for whatever shit it is that you do."

Brae rose and walked towards the white door. Before he opened it, he turned to take another look at Kai, the white fur nearly glowing under the gentle light. As he stepped out, he blew a kiss and waved. "Sleep tight."