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The next morning, I got up pretty early, made me some coffee; just I was about to sit down on my recliner, to watch the morning news, I heard a knock on my door. I got up on my paws and walked over to the door, opening it. To my surprise, standing in front of me, was Sissy. Isabel's sister. I haven't forgotten what she said to me when I told her I was gay. But still, it took Sissy balls to come back to me. I was beginning to think, since I was gay, she would have nothing to do with me.

"Sissy? What brings you here?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Are you not finished ripping me for being gay? Do you have any new material that would bring us gays down?" I added, speaking for the gay community.

Sissy, dressed in a fire engine red cloak, rolled her eyes at me. "Actually, Shadow, I came here to... Ask for your forgiveness." she said. "I shouldn't have called you a filthy homosexual. What's worse, I refused friendship to you because of your sexuality, which was wrong." she added, looking directly at me.

"Are you being sincere with me?" I asked, not believing her for a bit.

Sissy replied, saying, "If I weren't being sincere, would I walk all this way to your apartment and ask for forgiveness?"

"I guess so," I replied, sighing. I knew the best thing to do is to accept Sissy's apology, no matter how she acted before, saying all those mean things about homosexual couples. "Alright Sissy, I accept your apology." I firmly said, inviting Sissy inside.

"Thank you so much Shadow!" Sissy smiled at me, nuzzling me a bit, which I found both flattering and uncomfortable, but mostly flattering. I allowed Sissy to nuzzle me because I saw that she was being sincere in her eyes, when she apologized to me.

"I promise, with all my heart and soul, to treat gays as equal as possible." Sissy said to me. Once again, I heard the sincerity in her voice. It looks like she turned over a new leaf, saw the error in her ways, and decided to have a brand new start. But, what could have caused her to act that way before, to be against gays? I wanted to get to the bottom of that, but not right now. Maybe, when Sissy leaves, I'll figure out why.

"Sissy, I'm happy to hear that from you. Do you want a beverage?" I replied and then asked as I got up, walking over to the fridge.

"Yes, please. Cola?" Sissy asked. She was parched and in her eyes, sugary drinks hit the spot, even though it's unhealthy, but what does she care?

I pulled out two colas and gave one to Sissy. "So Sissy, what have you been doing in your life?" I asked the overweight, pudgy tigress. I looked down at her footpaws, moaning at how gorgeous they looked. Sissy noticed me looking at her paws and said, "Well, one good thing about you being gay is that you're not attracted to my breasts." she said, wiggling her toes, teasing me. "I should have thought about that before. I hate it when straight guys are only nice to females for their breasts."

"Yeah, it's like all they care about for females are their breasts," I said, slipping down onto the floor, picking up Sissy's right footpaw. She smiled and wiggled her toes, allowing me to have my way with her paws. Moaning, I dragged my tongue up her paw pads, making Sissy moan in pleasure. I looked at her footpaws. Four toes on each one.

"Oh, Shadow, you have a footpaw fetish?" Sissy asked me, loving the fact that her footpaws were being licked. "I love having my footpaws licked, even though I don't have a footpaw fetish myself." she chuckled nervously.

I grinned. "I can, or at least could, infect you with the footpaw fetish." I giggled and started sucking on Sissy's toes. I simultaneously licked them as well.

"Good luck with that. You'll need it." Sissy replied, lifting up her right footpaw; wiggling the toes on my nose. "I have to say, this footpaw fetish of yours, it's interesting." she stated to me.

I took a few toe licks from Sissy's footpaws before replying. "Eh, thanks. Footpaws are everything to me." I said, proudly. "You can say that they're my life." I added, blushing.

"You should be extremely careful when it comes to fetishes. I don't want you to become obsessed with footpaws." Sissy warned, but would I really listen to her? On the contrary, she's right. Even though I love the taste, feel, and look of footpaws, I don't want it to take over my life. However, I am weak when it comes to furs wiggling their toes in front of me, so I don't know.

"As much as I hate to admit it, you're right. But, I can control my paw fetish though." I noted to Sissy, speaking in a firm tone of voice. "Nevertheless, footpaws are always gorgeous to look at and taste!" I murred, dragging my tongue against Sissy's paw pads and in between her toes.

"Whatever you say Shadow. Whatever you say." Sissy rolled her eyes, softly purring. She even wiggled her damp toes on my nose, which made this moment seem complete.

"What made you obtain the love for footpaws?" Sissy asked, pulling her footpaws back.

It was a question nearly everyone asked me before; in those times furs asked me that, I always reply using the same answer. "It just... Happened gradually, when I first took an actual look at footpaws." I said.

"Fascinating." she replied and then got up after she finished her drink. "Well, I have to get going now Shad. Thanks for accepting my apology." She then gave me a tight hug and walked out.

I sat down on the couch after Sissy had left, when Nova entered into the kitchen. "Who was at the door Shadow?" he asked, opening the refrigerator, pulling out a slice of white American cheese, which was something he really enjoyed. "I heard voices, so I came out to see who it was."

"It was Sissy; you just missed her. She left." I replied.

"Sissy? Isn't that the same tigress; who bashed you for being homosexual?" Nova asked me and started eating his slice of cheese. I cleared my throat before replying to him.

"Yes, she is. However, she apologized and we made up." I replied, stretching my legs out.

"That was mighty fine of her to come to apologize." Nova smiled. Once he finished his breakfast, he opened the refrigerator and took out fruit in a big white bowl. "Shadow, can I fix you a fruit smoothie?" he then asked me.

"Oh, yes, please." I answered. I heard that my phone was buzzing next to me. I picked up my phone and saw that I received a text message. It was from a number I've never heard before; the text read, "Since you're homosexual, you get to DIE first. Have fun in Hell, you disgusting, worthless piece of shit."

Who would dare post such a thing? I knew it wouldn't be Sissy, since she sincerely apologized to me. But, who sent me this threatening message to me?

"Who just sent you a text?" Nova asked me. Clearly, he heard my mobile phone vibrate. "Is it good? Is it bad? Is it in between?"

I got up off the couch, faced Nova, and said, "Fire a light in my soul, for I'm tough as nails. I got this suspicious, unfamiliar text message saying that I would die first; that I'd have fun in Hell. The message even called me a disgusting, worthless piece of shit."

Nova growled. It was something he thought off from the top of his head. "Who dares to send you something like that?! Do they have any decency whatsoever?"

Before I had the chance to answer Nova, the phone rang. I picked up the wireless phone from the receiver and pressed TALK. "Hello, may I ask who's calling me?" I asked into the mouthpiece.

"You're just like the rest of the homosexuals: Pure garbage. All you are are garbage. Nobody likes you." The caller said, in a gruff voice.

"You said `are' twice..." I pointed out, not amused.

"Shut up! You have no right to correct me, gay trash. Who is he? Who are you dating? If you ever gay marry, I'll find you, and I'll slit your fucking throat! You and your mate!" With that, the caller disconnected and I was met with the buzzing dial tone. I became lost in thought.

That afternoon, my phone vibrated again. I got another vulgar text, which said, "I HATE YOU! You deserve to die liek all da otha gay mofo's."

Does this fur have something against the English language? That is a pet peeve of mine: Purposely misspelling words and talking street. Whenever I hear and/or see that from furs, I tend to think they were high school drop-outs. That, or college drop-outs.

At first thought, this fur really hated homosexuals. What's the problem with us? We're just like everybody else, except we're attracted to the same sex.

"And, delete." I said, deleting the text message. "What did I do? Nothing. Also, how did this fellow find out I was gay?"

Maybe a few hours online could help me forget about this. So, I got out my laptop and waited for it to boot up. When it did, the first thing I've done was check my e-mail. Sure enough, I got an e-mail from someone. A suspicious someone, to be exact. The email read:

TO: Shadow Tamblyn <[email protected]> FROM: V.T. <[email protected]> SUBJECT: View This Now View this website: www.ihategays.com

Who could've sent me this e-mail? Nevertheless, I entered the website into the address bar, and clicked ENTER. To my shocking surprise, I was brought to a site all about anti-homosexuality! This was a disgrace, not to mention, the final straw. First the phone call, then the text messages, and now this anti-gay website. Something had to be done. I picked up my mobile phone and dialed the police.

"Stormbridge Police Department," A feminine dispatcher spoke into the phone. "How may I help you?"

"Yes, this is Shadow Tamblyn," I spoke loud and clearly, speaking my words carefully. "I'm calling because I recently came out of the closet and I believe I have a stalker in my midst. My address is 142 Fairview Drive, Stormbridge Apartments. I'm in room twenty-one." I said.

"Alright, Shadow, we'll have our force be on the lookout; don't you worry and stay calm. Have a nice day." She then disconnected and I sighed of relief.

I am another victim of cyber-bullying. I just know it. The signs are obvious.

The next day, I kept getting attacked by the same mysterious fur. Just this morning, I got a text message that said, "You will die Shadow! You AND your mate! Enjoy your last few days on Earth!", a phone call that threatened me to become straight, otherwise I'd be beheaded, and just now the anti-gay page had been updated with pictures of decapitated same sex couples. Something tells me, I should report this to the police.

But, for right now, I should relax and unwind. The police were notified and everything will be under control, at least I hoped.

I soon sat down on my favorite recliner, grabbed the remote from the table beside me, and turned on the television. "Ah, now to take my mind off those cyberbullies and delve into fictional TV shows." I said, beginning to flip through different television channels. However, after a while of channel surfing, I found my way to the paw fetish channel and placed the remote back on the table.

"And now, back to our feature presentation: Slutty Paw Lovers." The network announcer said.

"Oh, this is going to be one epic adventure!" I chuckled, panting. I am so going to be turned on from this as I began to finger my sheath, letting myself become engrossed with paw licks, toe sucks, and, my favorite, paw jobs.

The program started out as normal. Three female foxes entered in what was depicted as a tropical island, sat down on the so-called sand. Knowing TV shows and movies, the three foxes, who are actresses, were on a set. All three were naked, had big breasts, and had their hair done up in a ponytail. Whoever was the casting director, made the right choice in casting these three foxes. (And NOT because of their breasts, but because they were experienced paw sluts, like I am.)

"Oh, my footpaws are tired from walking everywhere," the first fox, a red fox, said to a fennec and arctic fox. "Can you two help me?"

The arctic and the fennec both grinned as they gently pushed the red fox onto a beach retractable chair. "Becca, just relax and unwind," the fennec fox said, giggling. "Isn't that right, Aimee?" she asked.

Aimee lifted up Becca's right footpaw, showing it to the fennec. "Here you go Alyssa, a wonderful tasting footpaw, for the both of us!" she said, leaning towards the red fox's footpaw.

I moaned loudly as Aimee and Alyssa began having their way with Becca's footpaws, licking her pads and sucking on her toes. It made me proud to be a paw lover. It showed, as my cock was standing in attention. As the program went on, I jerked off. However, as I stared at the fennec fox, I was shot with realization: The fennec fox who played Alyssa, was Florinda Fox! (I know, her last name is predictable.) If I cum, hopefully I'll do so, I'll call up Florinda and hold her responsible of making me cum hard!

"Oh, girls, stop! I'm so ticklish!" Becca laughed, wiggling her toes for Alyssa and Aimee. However, it only made the two girls lap at her paws more, which in turn, made the viewers want more. Then, Becca got an idea. "Alyssa, expose yourself to me." she said, and Alyssa did as she was told.

"Mm, good. Yeah, this is so good! More, I want more!" I moaned, watching Becca tease Alyssa's vagina with her toes. Even though I am attracted to guys, I have to say, this show is turning me on. "Mmmm, I wish I was a part of this show." I said, nearing my climax. I hoped that my TV would glow and one of the girls would pull me inside, but it didn't happen. So, I imagined myself being sucked through the TV screen, to the three girls on the beach. At least I got next best thing: I could get Florinda to re-enact this.

Now, we were at the scene where all three girls began licking each others footpaws, getting them dirty in any way possible, from getting them messy with pizza sauce, to whipped cream. I focused on the foxes' footpaws, and right there, I came hard, spooging a large, thick amount of warm Dalmatian cum. Florinda will so hear a good review from me.

My phone then buzzed, another text. I checked it out and groaned loudly, like I was distressed or something. However, I was feeling distressed now. My cyberbully stalker won't leave me alone. He sent me another text which read: "What's flamboyant and gets drunk all the time? A Gay Man! Quit being flamboyant, you drunk gay fuck."

I couldn't take this anymore. I knew the police was handling this, but enough is enough. I dialed up a friend of mine. At the third ring, a male voice said, "Hello?"

"Argyle, I need you to come to my apartment. I'll explain once you get here." I said.

"I'll be on my way in at least thirty minutes," Argyle responded. "Maybe more."

"Alright Argyle, see you when you arrive." I said, and then disconnected. I decided to charge up my phone. So, I did just that. I had time to get myself ready for company. So, I took a bath, dried off, and too pictures of my penis.

I was jacking off to a picture of a blue husky, with his paw pads exposed, when I heard a knock on my door. "Nnnnnggh... Come in!" I replied, nearing my climax. The door opened and the eyes of a tuxedo cat widened as he watched me spooge thick ropes of Dalmatian cum up in the air, splattering on the carpet behind me. He then looked at what made me cum hard. "That must have been some pic huh?" he said, referring to the husky paw pic.

"Oh, Argyle, I didn't know you were here!" I nearly jumped off from my seat. I blushed as the remaining amount of my cum was oozing out from my cock slit. Argyle chuckled as he eyed to the spunk puddle behind me.

Argyle, was a tuxedo cat, with black and white fur. His ears, backside, shoulders, arms, hips, and thighs was black; his neck, handpaws, legs, and footpaws were white. He also has blueish greenish hair; I couldn't pick out the actual color of his hair. Scruffs of white fur was sticking out of ears too. His eyes, whilst I couldn't pick out its color, looked green to me. Finally, his tail was black, with a white tip of course. As I looked down to Argyle's footpaws, I saw that they were humanoid, with four toes on each footpaw. Even though Argyle's footpaws were humanoid, they were still footpaws.

"So, why did you call me here?" Argyle asked.

I immediately replied. "I got myself a real problem," I began. "A stalker recently arose like the morning sun. He is constantly getting on my nerves, bullying me just because I'm homosexual."

Argyle couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I can't... I can't believe we have some who belittle homosexuals just for fun!" he snarled. "It's just plain wrong, don't you think?"

"I really want to get rid of this fellow, once and for all!" A sense of sincerity was heard in my voice. "And I know how too." I then smirked toward Argyle.

"As do I. First, we need to find out who is doing this dastardly thing to you." Argyle replied, clearing his throat. "How about we go online and play detective? We'd search for clues online; if we're lucky, it'd lead us to the right direction in discovering your stalker." the tux cat suggested.

My jaw dropped. It was like Argyle had some type of mind-reading powers, because that was exactly what I thought about. "Argyle... You took my words right out of my mouth." I jokingly said. "Come on kitty, let's see what we can find!"

I grabbed my laptop and both Argyle and I, as determined one can be, began surfing the Internet, looking for possible clues about the mysterious stalker bully. We decided to start with the anti-gay site.

"The more I look at this website, the more uncomfortable I become." I said to Argyle, shaking my head in disgust. There was no actual reason to bash homosexual couples. We mean no harm.

"I concur. I may be asexual, but this is too much." Argyle replied, looking for any clues that my stalker might have left behind. "Gay and lesbian furs are just like everyone else: Funny, smart, cunning, hot, horny..."

"Argyle, hold that thought." I said, hovering the cursor over a tab that read Photos. I clicked the link; it brought us to our point of interest. "Bingo, Argyle. I think we found a clue!" I announced.

"Well, don't just stand there, click on one of the photos." Argyle replied, his heart racing. I moved the cursor and clicked on one of the photos. To my surprise, the photo, yet pixelated, showed a plump tigress wearing a bright pink jacket. My first thought was Sissy, but she couldn't be the one cyberbullying me; she apologized to me; I heard the sincerity in her voice. So, I automatically ruled Sissy out. That, of course, meant that someone was using her photo.

"Shadow, I think we found your cyberbully," Argyle said, leaning back in his seat. "I've met her not too long ago, Sissy is it?" he asked me.

"It's not Sissy," I shook my head, sighing heavily. "She was here earlier and he apologized to me; I accepted it. "She must be a victim of identity theft. Someone is using her picture."

Argyle nodded; we continued searching the web for more clues.