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Chapter Ten

After nearly spending all day searching for clues via laptop, for the true identity of my gay hating bully, I was growing tired. The time was three thirty-five in the afternoon, and I, along with my pals, were getting the afternoon feeling. You know, the feeling you get that tells you to relax and sleep, basically makes you believe you don't want to do anything today. That was how we felt.

"Don't you think, maybe, it's time for us to take a break?" Argyle asked. "We've been at the laptop, searching wherever, for three hours!" he said, getting up, and waking his legs up. For whatever reason, Argyle loved the carpeting in my apartment, as it felt nice on his footpaws.

"I agree with Argyle here," Nova spoke up. "Let's exercise our legs, be productive, get drunk!"

"Get drunk?" Cain asked, smirking to Nova, and rolling his eyes. "What's next? Go to prison for DUI?" he jokingly asked.

"Not if we drunkenly hot wire a car and try to drive all the way to Mexico!" Eloise laughed, adding into her mate's joke.

"I always wanted to go to Mexico," Argyle spoke up, sitting down on the sofa, and propping his footpaws atop of my footstool. "I just hope the people there are bilingual, because my comprehension of Spanish is at an all-time low."

"Maybe when we can afford it, we'll all go to Mexico." I suggested, when something came to my mind. Drug cartels. "On second thought, I don't think it's a good idea to go to Mexico at this time."

"Okay, how about Venice, Italy?" Nova asked, "Nothing is wrong with Italy, right?"

"Or maybe the Vatican. Isn't that where the Pope lives?" Cain suggested, then asking one of his obvious questions. Of course the Pope lives at the Vatican. Where do you think he lives, Mars?

"Anyway, everybody, get up. I have an idea. We can all go out for a walk." I announced. "We'll go wherever our footpaws take us!"

"Of course, what a splendid idea there, Shadow!" Eloise smiled at me. "Wherever we go, nobody knows." she said, walking towards the door, placing her handpaw on the handle, and twisting the door open. "Come on, everyone. Time's a-wasting!" Eloise then walked outside. We soon followed suit.

It was a beautiful, gorgeous afternoon in downtown Stormbridge. Not a rain cloud was seen in the sky, but I preferred for the sun be hidden, but that's just me. Now, that all of us were outside, we have a new matter at paw: deciding where to go.

"How about we all go a strip club?" Cain spoke up. It was meant as a joke, but the others and I started rambling on about male and female strippers. You see, the strip club here, it's unisex. Though, it's easy to see how this opportunity could turn for the worse. I have no problem with going to a strip club, per se. I do some pole dancing myself. It's so fun teasing patrons with my cock and balls, and my butt. "Okay, strip club? Maybe I could get on a pole myself." I asked, and then smirked towards the group. Cain, Eloise, Nova, and Argyle all looked at me like I was some sort of crazy fur.

"Shadow, you pole dance?" Eloise asked, surprised and a bit flabbergasted at the idea of me strip dancing on a cold pole, and entertaining patrons for money. "What are some things you can't do?"

"Sure! For one thing, I cannot say the alphabet backwards, watch," I replied, before clearing my throat. "ZYXW..." I began to say, but stopped, shaking my head. "See, that's one thing I cannot do."

"Anything else you cannot do?" Nova asked, "Like can you walk on hot coals barepawed?"

"Um, Nova, I can already do that," I replied, almost immediately. "I am an avid barepawer. My paws can withstand hot coals, snow, but not broken glass." I proclaimed, but then blushed deep. Whomever wants to risk paw cuts, they could do it at their own time. I couldn't care less. "The point is, my bare footpaws can withstand almost anything!" I said, wiggling my toes on the concrete.

"Soooo are we going to the strip club, or not?" Cain asked up. Obviously, he was ready to go, and I mean really, he was ready to go. He was becoming impatient! Impatience isn't a virtue at all. It's like the exact opposite of a virtue.

"Sure, let's go!" I said, leading the group toward the direction to our favorite strip club joint. "I believe I am in the mood to get my thing on, if you know what I mean." I chuckled to my friends. They all chuckled, giggled, and smiled at me. I mean, what's not to like about strip clubs? Once you go, you'll never want to stop going. It drags you further with the fishing rod of temptation, temptation of getting it on, to let your thing run free.

However, along the way, I was snatched away from the group by a shadowy figure. I yelped as I was dragged down an alley-way. To make matters worse, my friends didn't realize I was gone. I took one look at my furnapper, and saw that it was Sissy's mother Geraldine. She growled at me, throwing me into some trash cans. "I've got you now, you homosexual piece of trash." Geraldine said, walking towards me.

"Wha-what do you want from me?" I asked, keeping my cool. Of course, I was feeling scared, but I was also trying to be brave, for myself. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I want you to become straight." Geraldine said, bluntly. "You being homosexual, isn't good for the community here; not to mention, it's just plain wrong, and I want nothing to do with this. My own son came out of the closet, and I disowned him."

"And what will happen to me if I refuse?" I asked, crossing my arms. Clearly, I wasn't going to become straight. I liked who I am. It is who I am, and I am already mated in an open relationship.

"Then, I would have to kill you." Geraldine said, drawing out a gun. She came prepared from an encounter like this. "I can't disown you," Geraldine said, pointing the gun to me. "but I can kill you, you motherfucking homosexual faggot." I couldn't believe she said the other obscene `F' word.

My eyes widened, and I jumped back in fear after Geraldine drew her gun out. She was about to shoot me point-blank when I sprinted out of the alley-way. I ran for my life, and Geraldine was running behind me, shooting rounds from her gun. I did my best to dodge the bullets, as I didn't want to die. "LEAVE ME AT ONCE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"WATCH OUT, SHE HAS A GUN!" one bystander, a red fox, yelled. A group soon formed, and they pushed Geraldine to the ground, taking her gun away in the process. I took this as an opportunity for me to escape. "ALL HOMOSEXUAL COUPLES ARE TRASH! TRASH!" Geraldine screamed, as she was trying to break free from the grasp of the group.

Running to the strip club at full speed, I jumped over the velvet rope, and sprinted into the club. Loud music was playing over the speakers; I was looking around for my pals. Sure enough, I found Eloise grinding it up on the dance poles, same with Nova on the other. I walked my way through the crowd to Nova and Eloise. Argyle and Cain were watching male nude strippers, and their cocks were high in attention. By the look of the club, I'd say it's male's night.

I waited until Nova and Eloise were through with their act. Moments later, they were, and I brought them to a secluded area to talk. "Nova, Eloise, I have some dirt to tell you." I said, my heart was racing, and my legs were trembling. "It's something important."

"What is it?" Eloise asked me, her ears twitching. She had a look that screamed, `I'm listening.' She and Nova leaned toward me, and I took a couple of deep breaths. "Whilst we were walking, I was yanked to an alley way, where I was thrown into some trash bins," I began to say.

"Oh, my god," Nova yelped, feeling concern for me. "Are you alright Shadow? Do you have any cuts?" he then asked, overlooking my nude body. Besides my cock being erect and hard, Nova couldn't find any cuts or bruises on my body.

"Oh, yes, don't worry, I am okay." I replied, sighing of relief. "But I believe the one who snatched me away, was Sissy's mother. "I remember her telling me the other day that her mother is a strict Christian, who believes that homosexuality is a sin. She even pulled out a gun and tried to kill me! That isn't an act of God right there! God does not say, `He who hates homosexuals, kill them.'"

"Isn't one of the Ten Commandments, `Thou shalt not kill?'" Eloise asked me. "I'm Protestant, but I don't do anything that drastic." she said, shaking her head in disgust at what Geraldine tried to do to me. At this rate, Sissy's mother would have a room at the Hell Hotel.

"I'm an Atheist myself," Cain spoke up, walking to the group with Argyle by his side. "So, I don't care about religion, or any religion for that matter."

"I'm Catholic," Argyle said, jumping the religion bandwagon. "It's Lent, and I have to eat fish tomorrow."

I didn't like to reveal my own religion, what my friends doesn't know, won't hurt me. (By the way, I'm Catholic, but not a strong one though.)

"Though the important thing to remember is that I am okay." I ended the conversation topic with that matter, and then started a new one. "Anyway, let's enjoy our time here, and I'll get on the dance pole now." I said, walking on stage, grabbing a dance pole, and began strutting my stuff. I did it all. I rubbed my cock and balls on the pole whilst I swayed my body back and forth, and I even licked it. The crowd was cheering me on as I rubbed my ass on the pole. It didn't take long for Nova to join in with me back on stage. "God, I love nudity pole dancing!" I said as my cock was slipping out of my sheath.

"I can see why," Nova said, grinding his body, climbing up on the pole, before swirling downwards. "Your cock is awakening, and so is mine." he said, feeling that he was becoming hard. Two nude, male strippers. What can be better than that? "Enjoying the feeling, Shadow?" Nova asked me.

"This pole feels cold, so I'm warming it up with my cock." I chuckled, grinding my cock on the pole, whilst swaying my furry Dalmatian ass in front of the crowd. I heard cheers and wolf whistles, and I could feel the money pouring in. I am a pro at strip dancing, and I am proud of it!

Nova then pulled me close to him as we both locked in a kiss, causing the audience to uproar in applause and cheers. We Frenched as we climbed up the pole, upside-down, and slid downward. Our cocks grind together, rubbing, as we curled our tongues around, still locked in that passionate kiss.

As a finale, Nova had me kneel down underneath him and had my maw open wide. He then climbed up to the top of the pole, shifted upside down, so that his head faced my maw, and began sliding downwards. "This is for you Shadow. Enjoy." Nova chuckled as his head entered my maw. As if on cue, I began swallowing, and Nova continued sliding downward, creating a lump in my throat. My throat squelched as it was dragging my mate down further. The crowd, speechless, was watching me eating Nova in amazement.

My belly was bulging out as the lower-half of Nova's body was dangling out of my maw. I was taken by surprise, honestly. Nova soon came hard in my maw, giving me a refreshing beverage, and he was wriggling his legs and wiggling his toes. I let gravity take control of this.

"Is Shadow... Eating Nova?" Eloise asked, both Argyle and Cain, amazed at this discovery. Soon, Nova's footpaws vanished down my maw, and I licked my lips and fell to the floor with an audible plop. "*PLOP*"

As Nova laid curled up in my belly, I rubbed it, saying, "What an amazing finale this is. I didn't expect that you wanted me to eat you."

We left the club after our fun was spent. I, myself, left with two hundred fifty dollars (my pole dancing money), and a purple fox in my belly. Cain, Argyle, and Eloise soon turned to me, and Argyle said, "Damn, Shadow, you struck gold tonight! You have over two hundred dollars there! What are you gonna do with the cash?"

"What else?" I asked, in reply to the tux cat. "I'm going to put it in the bank, and let it grow over the years!" Of course, when it comes to money, you have two types of furs. You have the ones who saves up their money, the savers' if you will, and you have the ones who blow their money, thespenders' as I call them. The savers and the spenders, and I am proud to say that I'm a saver. I only take money out when it's only necessary.

"Like when?" Cain asked. "Take this as an example, I treat all of you to dinner at a fancy, expensive restaurant." I replied to Cain. "In order for me to pay, I would have to take money out of the bank to do so." "Yes, Shadow, thanks for teaching me about the bank." Cain said, sarcastically, and he rolled his eyes. "You're welcome, Mr. Sarcastic." I replied, sticking my tongue out at the wolf.

The time was five forty-five when Argyle, Cain, Nova, Eloise, and I went our separate ways. Only Nova went with me as he had no choice. He was curled up in my belly, all safe and sound.

"Shadow, I have gotta say this. This was the best day ever!" Nova said, from my belly. His voice sounded a bit muffled. "Glad to hear you had a swell time." I said, smiling. On the way back to our apartment, I got a taste of hallucination. Afar from me, was Geraldine, or at least... I thought. I took a few steps further, and confirmed, to myself, that it was Sissy's mom. She had her arms crossed, with an unamused expression on her face as she glared at me.

"Oh, hey, Mrs. MacDonald. What brings you-" I began to say, sparking up a conversation, but she cut me off. "Hush, not another word out of you," Geraldine blurted out, placing a finger on my mouth as if I was a young puppy.

"What? What did I ever do to you?" I said, pushing Geraldine's handpaw away from my maw. It was against my better judgement to growl at her, but Mrs. MacDonald was getting on my nerves now. Could she be the one responsible for the gay hating website? Maybe. I cannot jump to conclusions, as I need proof.

"I told you to be quiet, you inconsiderable, homosexual moron!" Geraldine growled. "I'm sorry, I'll try `homosexualing' it up for you, so you'll understand better next time." she added, and began taunting me, in a flamboyant, stereotypical way, saying, "Wanna go to the club tonight? I heard it's gonna be fab-u-lous! No, I've gotta get my nails done, because I broke them. After that, I'm gonna have a make-out session with my boyfriend! It's gonna be totes gor-ge-ous!"

I shook my head as I walked past Geraldine, before turning back to her. "Why don't you do me a favor and go to Hell?" I asked her, before walking away.

"Why I never..." Geraldine spoke, appalled at what I said to her.

Huffing, with a heavy heart, I walked the rest of the way back to my apartment in a flaming rage. I felt like something was making sense, but what? To bring out the question a second time, is Geraldine MacDonald, or to me Dickface, the one responsible for creating that anti-gay website, the one I kept talking about? Entering in my apartment, I jumped onto the couch, landing on my back. "This day is becoming suckish, and it's all Geraldine's fault." I groaned. I was becoming stressed out, and I was angrier than a band of junkyard dogs.

Hours later, when Nova was free from my belly, I decided to take a walk to help get my mind off of Geraldine. I didn't care where I was going, for all I cared about was getting Geraldine out of my mind for good. But, as for locations, I'll go wherever my footpaws take me. I walked up to my apartment door, grabbed the key from the key basket, located on top of my mahogany antique table close to the door, opened said door, and walked out, closing the door behind me.

The night air was fantastic, and I could feel cold wind blow against my fur, but I didn't mind it one bit. I gotten used to the cold, back when I were living in Snowcrest. My paw pads started making a tapping sound, *TAP TAP TAP*, as I began walking on the gravel in the parking lot, and then on the sidewalk, toward downtown. I loved the sound my paw pads make whenever I walk. You don't get to hear that sound when wearing footwear.

At this hour, begins the night life. When all the youngsters are sound asleep, that's when we adults go out to have a blast! Anything can happen during the night life, with the exception of being sucked into another dimension or time period, maybe. I believe that time travel is possible. But, sure enough, my excitement for the night life soon faded as I saw Geraldine, with her arms crossed, looking smugly at me. I ran right past her, not even taking a look back. As I felt that I was away from Sissy's mom, I stopped running, caught my breath, and resumed walking. "Oh, great. It was Geraldine again," I moaned, placing two fingers onto my temples, and began rubbing them. "I thought she would be home, but I guess I was wrong about that. Oh well, at least I'm away from her." I said, sitting down on the sidewalk. But, I wasn't away from her. She was standing right behind me!

I felt a handpaw grab onto my arm, and then a yank as I was pulled up to my footpaws. I was turned over, and saw the one responsible of yanking me up. I groaned loudly, as I, once again, came face-to-face with Geraldine. What the hell does she want from me? Oh, that's right. She wants me to denounce my homosexual ways, and become straight. That was not going to happen. Instead, I wanted Geraldine to change her views on homosexuality. That felt like a dream not becoming reality.

"You know, you are really starting to get on my nerves..." Geraldine sighed, but then flashed me a conniving smirk. "Oh well, I won't have to see you again, because you'll be dead and be in Hell where you belong."

"At least I'd die a martyr." I replied, emotionless. "I believe that if people are gay, they should be openly gay; announce it to the world; get married when they feel like it; live a happy life.

Geraldine snarled and punched me point-blank in the nose, hard. I yelped as I fell to the sidewalk, in fetal position, holding my nose. An uproar soon followed as a group of furs ran toward me, to see if I was okay. Another group ambushed Geraldine, tackling her to the ground.

"Call 911, we need an ambulance!" one bystander said. I was soon crying. It was my nose now, next could be my life.

The last thing I could remember, before I blacked out, was the sound of an approaching siren.