Home for some Holidays Chapter 2
Story by JasonVUK on SoFurry
I'd like to apologise to everyone for the terrible google translate French, sorry.
>Be Allison Cranny
>You’re a 5’6 white and brown rabbit anthro.
>You’re 28 years old.
>You currently feel like a big fucking girl’s blowse!
>You’ve not been this embarrassed since you were a kid!
>You’d cried like a child in front of your oldest guy friend.
>Who is also your childhood crush.
>God you feel so pathetic.
>So stupid.
>Dwayne Cooper
>The man sat opposite you.
>Is taking the whole situation in his stride.
>You’d wanted to get two dipshits to back off.
>Just to leave you alone while you work out at a gym
>Also maybe show off a potential boyfriend/future husband.
>It didn’t go quite according to plan.
>And you’d cried.
>You’d cried and lost your temper.
>Stormed out of the gym like a child having a tantrum.
>You lift your glass of carrot juice to you lips
>Stereotypical you know.
>You take a sip of your drink.
>You look up from your plate to Dwayne
>He’s looking at you, smiling softly.
>After he drove you …
>… in your car by the way ….
> …away from the gym he brought you here to this pub/restaurant in town.
>Nice place.
>Old place
>Established in the 1300s.
>1348 to be exact.
>England’s old innit?
>So here you are sat at a table.
>Sipping carrot juice with a burger and fries
>You’re an anthro rabbit! You like to eat meat.
>Fuck those veggie purists.
>Regardless, you feel the need to speak up.
> “I’m so sorry Dwayne.”
> “Don’t worry lass, you’re fine.” He replies.
>He’s still smiling.
>God fucking damn it.
>You want to kiss him.
>You want him kiss you.
>You weren’t even being subtle about it.
>You feel like such a tart.
> “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He says.
> “You feeling any better?” he adds.
>Are you? You wonder.
>Maybe a little.
>You tell as such.
> “If they’re any trouble in the future, let me know. I’ll deal with them.”
>You feel a chill run down your spine.
>His tone, though caring, had a dark edge to it.
>He’s not quite the same hot-tempered boy you knew in school.
>There’s an edge to him.
>You feel it in your heart.
>In your very soul.
>There’s something wrong about him.
>Maybe because he’s been to war?
>You know there’s a high chance he’d killed people.
>How has it affected him really?
>He says he’s okay, but is he?
>You don’t know how to take his words.
>Before, you’d thought he’d yell and maybe get into a fight.
>But maybe something else would happen.
>You’re tempted to take him up on the offer.
>You do.
> “Thanks Dwayne, I appreciate it.” You sigh softly.
> “I just feel like big ninny now.” You chuckle sardonically.
>He actually chuckles.
> “You’re fine. I’m here if, and when, you need me.”
> “I appreciate that Dwayne, I really do.”
>You reach out and touch his hand.
>He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.
>The pair of you delve into a comfortable silence.
>You start eating your burger and chips.
>Maybe some plans are made to fail.
>Part way into the meal Dwayne speaks up.
>He tells you his mum told him his grandad was coming over.
>This gets your attention.
>You remember old Alexander “Alex” Cooper.
>WW2 veteran.
>Early 90s.
>Fit as a fiddle with a sharp mind.
>Once said Dwayne was his favourite grandson.
>Likely an army thing. Maybe?
>Dwayne asks if you’d like to come round to his house too.
>Absolutely! You tell him.
>Be nice to see his mum and grandad again.
>They both liked you.
>You recall Alex confessing to his lusts in his youth.
>Before he was married of course.
> To both your and Dwayne’s embarrassment.
>Alex spoke fondly of his old loves.
>A vixen from the States
>A female Hyena from Africa
>A Lioness from Wales
>A bear from Russia
>A Labrador he used to know.
>The vixen again. A few times
>The hyena a couple of more times.
>And more than a few rabbits.
>You mention your recount to Dwayne.
> “Oh bloody hell!” he laughs.
> “I’d never have thought he was so …” Dwayne trails off.
> “Active? Lustful?” you finish with a sly smirk.
> “Aye.” Dwayne chuckles to himself face going red with embarrassment.
>You laugh too.
>Feels good.
>The pair of you finish and Dwayne pays.
>You both get into your car.
>You’re driving this time.
>And you drive back to Dwayne’s.
>There’s another car there already.
>Well not including Dwayne’s mum’s.
>Alex must be there already.
>Dwayne’s excited.
>You heart warms to how giddy he looks to see his grandad.
>Alex was Dwayne’s biggest hero.
>You park up and exit the car.
>Dwayne takes the lead.
>He holds your hand.
>It feels just right, like they were made for one another.
>Calm down girl! Jesus!
>He opens the front door.
> “Mam! I’m home! I brought Allison!”
>Be Dwayne
>Oh god! Grandad’s already here!
>You lead Allison through the threshold.
>She politely closes the door behind her.
>You both step into the living room
>Mum is having a cup of tea.
>Opposite her is grandad!
>With a large mug of tea in his hand.
>Grandad and you look very much alike.
>Except he’s like 70 years older than you.
>And has a moustache.
>And walks with a cane.
>He could still beat some 20-year-old with it.
>You don’t even doubt it.
> “Dwayne lad! There ya be!” Grandad’s speaks up.
>He stands with the grace of a man a quarter his age.
>He’s as tall as you.
>Was taller in his youth.
>Six foot maybe? Six-one?
>Physically speaking he looks great.
>Holds himself strong.
>Shoulder back. Head held high.
>You walk over and you two embrace.
> “Good seein’ ya grandad!” you say excitedly.
>You pull an arm’s length away and you two smile to one another.
> He looks to your side and he smile warms in a soft way.
> “Allison dear, good to see you!”
>He embraces her too.
>One big family.
>You picture little bunny kids hugging his legs.
>No Dwayne. Not for you.
>Shortly you’re all sat down.
>Big pot of tea in the middle of the coffee table.
>Tea table!
>Cups all around and a packet of biscuits.
>You, Allison, grandad and mum.
>All talking and laughing about the goings on in your lives.
> “And how about you Dwayne?” your grandad asks looking at you.
>You pause though only for a second.
> “How’s the army treating you?” he asks.
>He’s looking at you, smiling, all seems well.
>But he’s giving a certain look.
>You don’t know what though.
>You pull yourself together in a few short seconds.
> “About as well as you’d guess. I’m a sergeant, keeping everything in order best I can.”
>You smile reassuringly to everyone.
>The look doesn’t leave Alexander’s eyes but he nods and smiles
> “Good lad! I know all about it and hell I don’t envy you!” he laughs in a good-natured way.
>All eyes are on you.
>You need to think of something.
>Make light of the situation.
>You begin to tell them about this fresh-faced recruit.
>A human guy about 6-2.
>Big muscles.
>Big ego.
>Thinks he’s the shit.
>Going to pass boot camp like a fart in a breeze.
>He couldn’t have been proven more wrong if he tried.
>Long story short, he had a good physique, but he wasn’t army material.
>He didn’t have the mental discipline.
>Didn’t react well under stress.
>He didn’t have the physical discipline.
>Didn’t have the physical durability or endurance.
>He eventually broke down after the Drill Sergeant kept yelling at him.
>That one you wouldn’t blame him for.
>Your drill sergeant was a scary bastard, but he was fair.
>Unlike what you see in the movies, he didn’t shout unless necessary.
>Something to do with his throat you’d once heard him say.
>The final straw was when the guy incorrectly reassembled his rifle.
>Knowing he’d fucked up he swapped it out for another recruit’s.
>Little mouse guy. Good lad.
>The rifle had all but detonated in the mouse’s hands.
>Thankfully the little guy hadn’t suffered any permanent damage.
>Other than a few scars across his face.
>Unfortunately for big-dude, each rifle’s serial number was recorded to each recruit.
>They found the guy out quickly and off he went.
>Along with a fine and other shit to come his way.
> “What happened to the mouse?” Allison asked.
>You recall after deployment you’d all been sent to Afghanistan.
>He was put into a squad with a Tigress as his sergeant.
>She was a tough old bitch.
>Tough enough it seems she’d deemed it necessary to pound the poor mouse guy’s pelvis into dust, with her pelvis.
>As you’d discovered them one cold night away from the barracks.
>Grandad snorted and laughed.
>You’d never told anyone.
>As thanks they invited you to their wedding a few years after the event.
> “Awwww that’s so sweet.” Allison gushed.
> “I think they retired from the military after she got pregnant. I can’t be sure.” You admit.
>Grandad raises his cup.
> “All the best to them then I say.” He toasts and takes a sip.
>All eyes are back on you.
>They want to know more. Damnit.
>You regale some of the not so harrowing tales from your time in Afghanistan.
>Being put into Sergeants Hailey’s all human squad.
>Brian Haley was a great guy.
>Down to Earth.
>Treated his squad like they were his kids.
>You really miss him.
>Him and the squad.
>They were your brothers.
>You refocus yourself before your tumble down memory lane.
>You talk about your close mates of your squad.
>Sergeant Brian Hailey. (KIA)
>Corporal Matt Dibble. (KIA)
>Private Ian Nicked. (KIA)
>Private Craig Dobson. (KIA)
>Private Tony Milton. (KIA)
>You don’t tell the others about the KIA stuff.
>KIA isn’t even 100% true.
>The truth was buried.
>You tell the others about all the stupid stuff your squad used to get up to.
>Waking the sarge up with a party horn on his birthday.
>And then running away as he threw things at the rest of you.
>Swapping Ian’s shampoo with hair dye.
>He looked good in pink.
>Tony showing off the incredibly disgusting skill of playing a recorder with his farts.
>After a few beers it was hilarious.
>You all continue to trade stories of your lives till the sun sets.
>Which given the time of year doesn’t take long.
>Finally, your mum looks at Allison.
> “Say love, would you like to stay for tea?” she asks.
>Allison looks to you.
> “I wouldn’t want to impose.”
> “’course not, you’re welcome any time.” You reply.
>This seems to satisfy the love-struck bunny.
>She grabs her phone and steps away.
> “I’d love to. Just need to call my roommates tell ‘em I’ll be home later.”
> “You want a hand with food mum?” you ask.
>Your mum smiles at you, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
>A gleam your grandad has too.
> “No thanks Dwayne, you stay here with Allison, keep her company.”
>Damn it mum stop, please!
>You turn your head towards the bunny.
>She’s stepped away, phone in hand speaking to someone called Marcy.
> “I’m going to be late home, I’m having tea at a friend’s house.”
>She likely doesn’t know you can hear her.
> “Yes that friend,”
>She squeals quietly with delight.
> “I know, I know! Everything is going great.”
>You look away as she turns her head towards you.
> “I think I have a shot at this.” She whispers as she looks away.
>You can still hear her.
> “No there was a slight mess at the gym, but …”
>Allison continues to speak into her phone.
>You don’t mean to listen.
>You’ve just got good hearing.
>Shortly after Alli returns.
> “Got the all clear from my roommates.”
> “Who do you live with by the way, you never really said.”
> “No one from school, thank Christ.” She said with a roll of her eyes.
> “Ah come on, you had plenty of friends in school.” You reply with a smile.
>But Allison shakes her head.
> “No, not really.”
>She shrugs.
> “Just a few, and even then I think you were my closest normal friend.”
>Poor girl.
>You weren’t the best influence as a kid.
>Still aren’t really.
> “So who do you live with?” you ask again
>She goes on to explain her roommates.
>Suzzanne who is a human.
>About Allison’s height and build.
>Works as a hairdresser in the town.
>Nice lady, looking for a partner.
>Her other house mate was called Emma.
>She was a German Shepard anthro.
>Worked in the mall outside the city.
>Had a steady partner.
>Another German Shepard named Bruce.
>Nice guy apparently.
>Allison went on to say how long she’d known her roommates.
>Five years.
>Then quips how they haven’t killed each other yet.
>You laughed at that one.
>The two of you continue to converse.
>Allison subtly moves closer to you.
>Or so she thinks being subtle.
>You don’t say nor do anything about it though.
>Before long your and Allison knees are about touching.
>She’s right up next to you.
>You say something funny and she laughs.
>She puts an arm around you.
>You want this, though you know you shouldn’t.
>It’s not fair on her.
>But you’ll selfishly allow yourself some happiness.
>The pair of you pull apart, but don’t separate too far.
>You stay close and comfortable together.
>You look into her eyes.
>They’re wide and beautiful.
>So very beautiful.
>If things were different.
>If you were a normal guy with a normal life.
>You’d wife and mother her within a month.
>You’d say a week but that’s a bit short notice.
>You the pair of you just stare, smiling and happy.
>Your mother breaks the silence.
> “Alright, food’ll be done shortly lets head to the table.”
>You both laugh awkwardly then make your way to the table.
>You sit next to one another.
>Food is brought in.
>Roast beef and all the trimmings and extras.
>What’s mum’s game here?
>Grandad sits down next to her.
> “Would anyone like to say grace?” Mum asks.
>Oh no, here we go.
> “Grace.” Grandad replies then starts eating.
>Old joke, an old tired joke, but it’s a classic.
>The four of you eat quietly for the most part.
>Allison compliments mum and grandad of the cooking.
>It’s been a while since she had a real home cooked meal.
>You can understand that.
>Usually, you just grab a bite while at work.
>Sometimes filling, sometimes not.
>Chatter does not die down as the four of you eat.
>Any subject.
>Every subject.
>Regardless of how risqué it is.
>You felt sometimes it was more of a game.
>Who can get who to choke first.
>Your grandad always wins.
>That man has no shame.
>Like the story he’s telling now.
> “It was 1936 while I was stationed in Africa.”
>Oh god, it’s a hyena story.
> “… Amari took whatever she pleased from a man.”
>He smiled in fond memories.
>This can’t be good.
>No one dare put food in their mouth or take a sip of drink.
> “… it was one night and the last thing I recalled was her slamming her posterior down on my face.”
>What an absolute ….
>You laugh while mum and Allison grimace.
>Grandad is still all smiles.
>They’re a little tipsy from the drink.
>You’re still fine but play along.
>Then Allison pipes up after she forces down her need to gag.
> “You talk a lot about affairs you had before getting married Alex.” She says.
>Not in a rude way.
>More questioning.
> “When I got married I was Mary’s and Mary’s alone. I didn’t even look at another woman with desire.”
>Mary was your grandma.
>She was a sweet but tough human woman.
>She died about a decade ago.
>Allison continues to speak.
> “After the war did you look up any of your old flings, if only to catch up?” she asks.
>Grandad goes quiet.
>He leans back in his chair staring at his plate for a few seconds.
>He takes a sip of lager.
>Then he responds.
> “I did actually.” He begins slowly.
> “Actually, I looked for all of them, just to see them again.”
>He smiles though it is a tired but caring smile.
> “Some of them had died during the war, like Becky Turner the Labrador.”
>He sighs deeply.
>You know all too well how he feels.
> “Some of them thankfully had moved on and had families.”
>He looks up to the rest of you, smiling.
>Though there is a small tear in his right eye.
> “They were all lovely, it was good to see old flames and friends again.”
>Allison reaches across the table and placed her furred hand on top of his.
> “I’m sorry Alex.” She says in a sympathetic tone.
> “No need to be.” He brushes her off with a smile and shake of his head.
> “I bet they were happy to see you Alex.” Your mum adds.
>He smiles more genuinely.
> “Some thought I was there to ruin their family. Could you imagine?”
>He laughs loudly.
>Your grandad wasn’t like that, the thought was truly funny.
> “We still keep touch using that email thing.”
>He then shrugs.
> “Well those who’re still alive anyway.”
>He filled a glass with lager and raised it high.
> “A toast if I may.”
>You all raised your glasses.
> “To friends, new and old. Dead and alive.”
>You all toasted with a “cheers”.
>Allison looked towards you.
>A soft loving look, but one with curiosity in it.
> “So, when are you two having kids?” Grandad suddenly asked.
>You both turn to look at him.
>You’re flabbergasted.
>Allison doesn’t know what to say.
>You’re both blushing hard.
> “I uh, I don’t, um,” Allison is trying to form a sentence.
>She’s still doing better than you.
>Your grandad laughs the both of you off.
>You both feel very embarrassed.
>The evening continues until it’s time for Allison to go.
>You see her to her car.
>You ask if she’s okay to drive.
>She replies she’s fine, she only had one drink.
>Before leaving she leans up and kisses you on the lips.
>She says goodnight and quickly gets into her car and drives off.
>Watching her go you lick your lips.
>You want her.
>More than anything.
>But well, you know how it goes by now.
>You sigh and re-enter the house.
>Despite all the drink you’ve had you’re still sober.
>You see grandad and mum look at you from the table.
>They look glum.
>A stark contrast to what they had been earlier.
>Grandad calls you over to sit.
>Despite the alcohol in his system, the man sounds coherent.
>They both ask if you’re okay.
>You nod and tell them you’re fine.
>Neither one looks appeased.
> “Dwayne, are you sure you’re alright?” Your grandad asks.
>You stare into his eyes.
>What could you tell him honestly?
> “I’m fine.”
>That’s all you say and give them what you hope is a reassuring smile.
> “I’m off to bed.”
>You stand up, bid them both goodnight then head to bed.
>Be Allison Cranny
>Be an incredibly happy bunny rabbit.
>If you were a dog your tail would be wagging.
>So fast in fact you could use it to cross the ocean on your arse.
>Today could not have pulled around better if you’d planned it.
>You’re in your car driving back to your apartment.
>Thoughts of the night whizzing through your head.
>Both Alex and June wanted you and Dwayne to have kids!
>The revelation is awesome.
>Was it unexpected?
>You don’t know you’re too excited to think straight right now.
>You pull up to the apartment complex and park your car.
>You’re practically skipping your way out the car and to the front door.
>You feel like a pure ball of energy.
>Oh gosh you can’t believe you kissed him on the lips!
>Okay sure that’s not as intimate as the blowjob 13 years ago, but still!
>It’s just so much MORE!
>It’s more important!
>More romantic!
>He’s certainly husband material!
>Confidant. Determined.
>Seemingly filled to the brim with strength!
>And the army had done his figure great!
>He was no slouch before!
>But the feel of his toned muscles on your body.
>Oh mother of god, damn! Damn!
>You finally get into your apartment and immediately questions are being hurled at you.
>How did it go?
>How was he?
>How was the food?
>Are you pregnant yet?
>Are there church bells a-ringing in the near future?
>You answer in order.
>Great
>Great
>Amazing
>Not yet
>Hope so
> Emma the German Shepard pulls you into a tight hug.
> “Oh my god! I can’ae believe it! Our wee lass is finally on the prowl!”
>She laughs.
>You bat her playfully.
> “Give me a break, I’m not on the prowl!”
>You’re absolutely on the prowl and already have your target in sight.
> “The hunt will be worth it, aye?” Emma grins.
> “If’n he treats you bad lass I’ll ‘ave ‘im.” Comes a male voice.
>Bruce, Emma’s partner.
>He walks around the couch to you.
>He’s a bit taller than Dwayne, so around 6 foot.
>He’s a tall guy.
>But still.
> “No offense Bruce, I think he’d have you.” You chuckle.
>To “have” someone is to beat them in a fight, for those who didn’t know.
>And after what little you’ve seen. Bruce would be a little puppy dog to Dwayne.
> “So tell us all in detail what happened!” Suzanne, the human, asks.
>You go into detail about what happened at the gym.
>Bruce interrupts you.
> “Hang on. No. No.”
>He shakes his head.
> “Bollocks.” He adds.
> “No way he lifted over four-hundred-pounds.”
>You tell him, he did, and he wasn’t even tired.
>Bruce looks at his arms, he ears fold back on instinct.
>You continue with how he intimidated those two guys.
>Then what followed at the pub, then tea at his house with his mum and grandad.
>They’re all excited for you.
>You’re excited as well.
>You hope to everything goes well between the two of you.
>Halloween is so close now.
>So close.
>Maybe you two will hit it off afterwards?
>Mrs. Allison Cooper
>It certainly has a nice ring to it.
>Be Dwayne again.
>Grandad has chosen to stay over for Halloween.
>He prefers to stay away from the old people’s home as much as possible.
>You’re currently watching the old man march back and forth with a bit of assistance from his cane.
>Makes you think of some old army General.
>It’s been a few days since you first brought Allison home.
>Halloween is tonight!
>You’re not worried by any means.
>But you are cautious.
>This whole event could easily go sideways.
>Too much bundled up hate.
>Left festering for years.
>Now everyone is an adult and likely within similar heights.
>That and the high likelihood that there’ll be alcohol.
>Loose lips sink ships.
>Loose lips get busted open from saying shit.
>The previous night you’d met up with Allison and asked how she’d felt.
>Nervous.
>Scared.
>A whole bundle of emotions.
>You’d promised once more to look after her.
>She was picking you up later so you could both go together.
> “Dwayne.” You hear your grandad’s voice from behind.
>You turn to look at him, he’s smiling.
> “You excited to go?” he asks.
>He’s only asked you that question about twenty times today alone.
>You mention as such as he just laughs.
> “Just checking.”
> “You getting dressed up?” you ask.
> “Of course, it’s a little bit of fun, aye?”
>You wait for him to answer the obvious question.
> “I’m going to be Dracula.” He grins.
>He loved the old movies.
> “You’d pull him off at least.” You laugh.
>Mum’s just doing a witch costume and some green make-up.
>Classic.
>Time crawls by as you just seem to be clock watching as you do various things throughout the house.
>Finally, and you do mean finally!
>The time comes.
>It’s Tuesday October 31st
>Ol’ Hallows Eve.
>You get a quick shower and shave.
>You put on your costume.
>Allison will be here within ten minutes or so.
>Costume on you descend downstairs.
> “Oooh, very scary.” You mum laughs.
> “Aye, nightmare fuel.” You laugh.
> “Who’re you supposed to be?” your grandad asks.
>You just shrug.
>Random American horror killer, you say to him.
>He nods, but doesn’t seem to get it.
>Perfectly timed as you descend the last step your phone goes off.
>Looking at it shows a text from Allison, she’s waiting for you outside.
> “She’s outside waiting for me.” You announce.
>Your mum hugs you and wishes you a good time.
>Your grandad does the same, though gives you a pat on the back.
>You walk outside, small toy chainsaw and both masks in hand, waving to your mum and grandad as they see you off.
>You feel like a small kid.
>Allison thinks it’s adorable and/or hilarious.
>She steps out of her car and shouts to your mum.
> “Don’t worry Ms Cooper, I’ll have him back before his bedtime!”
>Your face turns red from embarrassment.
>They’re all laughing at you.
>You’re laughing at you too.
>Damn it Allison.
>You get in the car and proceed to glare at the Red Riding Hoe Bunny.
> “You’re not funny.” You say.
> “Tell that to yer smilin’ face lad.” She laughs.
>She starts up the car and drives onward.
>A few minutes pass.
>The roads are busy with people leaving work.
>All around you see people getting ready for tonight’s festivities.
>Halloween wasn’t overly done in England as a whole.
>But your little town had it’s own legends and folklore.
>Maybe that’s why Halloween was popular here.
>Who doesn’t like a good ghost story?
>You look to Allison.
>She’s been quiet for a while now.
>She smells nervous.
>Looks it too.
> “You going to be okay Alli?” you ask concerned.
>She exhales sharply.
>Swallows whatever was stuck in her throat.
>Then she glances at you.
> “Just cautious is all.” She says.
> “I’ll look after you, don’t worry about them.”
>You both know who you mean.
>You reach over and pat her lap for support.
> “Thank you Dwayne.” She says softly.
>After another few minutes you arrive.
>The school is before you.
>Kids of many ages all gone home.
>Teachers likely already there.
>You see multiple cars pull into the driving lot.
> “Here we go.” Allison mutters.
>She follows in another car and parks up where she can.
>Once parked she doesn’t move.
>You don’t push her to move.
> “We don’t have to go.” You say softly.
> “I know.” She replies after a moment.
>She leans back in her seat.
>Closes her eyes.
>Takes a long deep breath.
>Then exhales, emptying her lungs.
> “Some of them I don’t want to see ever again.” She mutters quietly.
> “I won’t let anything happen to you.” You repeat yourself.
>You’ll keep repeating yourself if you must.
>She’s looking to the school.
>So many unfamiliar bodies and faces.
>All dressed up walking towards the entrance.
>You can hear their chatter and laughter.
>Allison grunts.
> “Alright, let’s go!” she says forcing the enthusiasm into her voice.
> “We’ll find a way to have a good time.” She adds.
> “Yeah see some old friends.” You reply optimistically.
>You’ll be keeping an eye out for a certain other rabbit anthro.
>Tim Granger, your old friend.
>You hope and pray he’s straight, single and looking.
>For both your and Allison’s sake.
>You put on your bald overhead mask.
>You slide the skull mask over the bald head and your face.
> “Let’s get a move on then.” You say and grab the dinky toy chainsaw.
>You both exit the car then make your way to the entrance.
>Upon entering it’s like stepping back in time.
>It even smells the same.
> “I’ve not been here in ten years.” Allison speaks up.
>There’s nostalgia in her eyes.
>You agree with her, then lead her gently by the arm to the hall.
>At least that’s what everyone called it. It’s where assembly and inside P.E was (sometimes) done.
>Once inside you see the full scale of the event.
>Tables all lined up around the place, serving various food and drinks.
>A punch bowl you see in the right corner nearest you.
>Likely spiked by now, if not later.
>The rest of the hall has so many people.
>You think you recognise some.
> “Dwayne! Allison!” A familiar voice calls out.
>You both turn towards it and see …
>Uncle Fester from the Addams Family and some sort of tribal witch rushing towards you.
>It’s Dennis and Teresa Lowery.
>Still strange to think they got married.
>The human and rat anthro stop in front of you.
>He’s grinning from ear to ear.
>She’s smiling with her usual not overly expressive eyes.
> “Dennis, Terri, good to see ya both.” Allison says as she hugs them.
> “How’d you know it was me?” you ask, Skull mask covering your face.
> “We recognised Allison and knew you two were comin’ together.” Terresa replies.
> “Clever.” You reply.
>The rat witch shrugs.
> “I’ve always been smarter than people give me credit for.” She replies smugly and crosses her arms over her bust.
>A bust which you note has filled out since you last saw her.
> As the two women chat you and Dennis get started in your own conversation.
> “So, how’s the kids? Behaving well?” you ask.
> “Aye, they’re good kids, we’re doing our best for ‘em.” He smiles up at you.
>He was a good friend back in school, you’re not surprised he’s a good dad.
> “I’m proud of you mate.” You say honestly and pat his back.
> “I knew you’d do right for yourself.” You add.
>He shrugs, likely embarrassed.
> “I do well, but Terri keeps me grounded.” He replies, still smiling.
>You look back to the rat as she speaks to Allison.
>You feel an ache in your gut as you recall old memories.
>You look back to Dennis.
> “She didn’t deserve the shit she got.” You say.
>He exhales and shakes his head.
> “I know, I know.” He mutters, though you hear him.
> “You’ve done right by her.” You reply with a small smile.
> “I can tell she’s happier.”
>Dennis grins in reply.
> “Cheers Dwayne, I appreciate it.”
>Conversations continue.
>Dennis and Terri take You and Allison grab yourself some punch.
>As you’d guessed it, it’s spiked, tastes like rum.
>Cheap rum too.
>At the table you recognise a familiar cat.
>Marie Dunn, your French teacher dressed as a fairy.
> “Bonjour Mademoiselle Dunn” you begin, catching her off guard.
>She spins around, a plastic cup of water in her hand.
>She looks you up and down curiously.
>You then remove your mask.
>Her eyes light up with recognition.
> “Ah Dwayne Cooper, long time no see.” She smiles.
> “And bonjour to you too.” She adds. “How’ve you been?”
>You decide to have a bit of fun with her.
> “J'ai été bien merci, très occupé.”
>You told her you’re well but busy.
>She looks at you with surprise.
>Your French used to be terrible, you got a E in French you were that bad.
>She eyes you suspiciously.
> “Qu'est-ce que tu fais ces jours-ci?”
>She asks what you’re doing.
> “Je suis sergent dans l'armée.”
>You’re a sergeant in the army.
>Her expression turns to one of shock and she covers her mouth.
> “Have you been to Afghanistan?” she asks in English.
>A smile slowly creeps up your mouth.
> “Yeah.”
>She looks you up and down with a panic.
>She starts placing her hands on you, checking you over.
>She was always a motherly figure. Always worrying.
> “Are you alright my dear boy, have you been hurt?”
>She looks you in the eye for clarification.
> “Nothing you’ll find.” You reply smiling.
>She pulls away and gives you a sad look.
> “C'est bon de vous voir monsieur Cooper.” She says with a smile.
>She’s happy to see you.
>She then tilts her head curiously, having a questioning look on her face.
> “Quand êtes-vous devenu si bon en français?”
>The question you’d been waiting for.
>How’d your French get so good?
> “There was a joint exercise between a few of our squads and the French army, I picked it up a lot from there.”
> “You didn’t seem to grasp it back in my class.” She replies.
>Your hand subconsciously clenches.
> “I’ve changed a lot since then.” You reply with a carefree smile.
>Time to lighten the mood.
>You ask her about her daughter.
>Her daughter is fine, she replies, her boyfriend proposed to her a few days ago.
>Aww, Matt Knob, you romantic crow bastard.
>You take a look around and find Allison talking to two guys, a human and a wolf.
>The guys are wearing the same clothes, yet the wolf’s are tattered and torn.
>It takes you a second to realise what they’re doing.
>Be Allison
>Talking to two old friends from school.
>Both major dorks.
>Maybe gay for each other?
>Not that you judge.
> “What’re you two supposed to be.” You ask with a smile.
>The human, Derek, steps forward.
> “Well me and Chris wanted to like a duo costume theme this year.” He says
> “But we couldn’t think of anything!” Chris, the wolf, quickly adds.
> “Then we watched “American Werewolf” and it just clicked.” Derek continues then steps back.
>Ah you get it!
> “Pretty bloody clever!” you laugh.
> “I’m the human form.” Derek says, then starts to spaz out then ducks behind Chris.
>Chris steps forward and roars.
>Then he starts to cough, ruining the moment.
> “And I’m the Werewolf form!” he says between coughs.
>You laugh and nod, you give them a clap for their ingenuity.
> “That’s pretty clever you two.”
>You’re about to say something else when you hear a voice call your name.
> “Cranny!”
>A voice that had changed but you no less recognised.
>A voice that had brought you to tears and haunted your nightmares.
>Suddenly you’re no longer 28.
>You’re 14 years old.
>You’re a shy timid little bunny.
>And you recall every mean name call.
>Every hair pull.
>Every slap across the face.
>Every push into the wet mud
>Every shove to the ground.
>Years of bullying.
>Years of threats.
>Days where you’d force yourself to vomit and be sick.
>Just so you wouldn’t have to go to school.
>You begin to sweat.
> “Well, well, well, lil’ Allison Cranny.” Comes a deep though no doubt feminine voice.
>You turn and look up seeing a Spotted-Hyena dressed as a pirate.
>Rebecca Fisher
>She’s broader than you remember.
>A little bit of a gut. But you’d never call her fat.
>She’s still very tall.
>Still taller than Dwayne.
>Easily over six-feet tall.
>But then she was six-foot, ten years ago.
>You look down to her bare feet.
>Her bare digitigrade feet.
>Rebecca had what was typically called “Feral foot”
>Unlike most anthros who had “human-like” plantigrade feet.
>Rebecca had a leg shape more akin to her feral hyenas.
>Feralitus, or Feralism, wasn’t uncommon across Anthros.
>It affected maybe 1 in a 1000 or so anthros.
>Anthros would have some feral qualities to them.
>Feet, genitals, lack of developed vocal cords.
>Feralism was a broad spectrum of disorders. With Feral Foot being the most common.
> “Look time no see little rabbit.”
>Rebecca is right in front of you.
>You feel so small.
>She’s grinning, flashing her teeth and fangs.
>She’s so much bigger than you.
>You unintentionally start to shake.
>Chris and Derek, you notice, have vacated the area.
>With some herculean strength you find your voice.
> “Um, aye, uh, long time eh? Ten years. It uh, sure goes quickly.”
>Too quickly.
>If you’d never have seen her again it would’ve been too soon.
>She reaches out nonchalantly and puts a hand on your shoulder.
>Your body stiffens in fright.
>Rebecca leans closer.
> “I’ve really missed ya.” She says, large grin still in place.
>You can’t find your voice.
>You can’t find your strength.
>Suddenly she frowns.
>Almost snarling.
> “Have ye’ missed us?”
>Her face gets uncomfortably close.
>Oh god, you’re going to pee yourself!
> “Ye have, right?” she asks in a growl.
>She squeezes your shoulder.
>Help.
>God.
>Please.
>Suddenly the pressure from your shoulder is gone.
> The voice of your knight is heard.
> “Fisher everyone misses thee lass.”
>He says with amusement. A smile on his face.
>He’s physically pried Becca’s hand off your shoulder and he’s still holding it.
>His eyes don’t show any amusement.
>He positions himself between you and Rebecca.
>He’s staring her down.
>She’s like half a foot taller than him.
>And he’s staring her down.
>His smile slips slightly.
> “But don’t worry, their aim’s getting better. And mine’s excellent.”
>The threat isn’t well hid.
>Fisher stares him down.
>You then notice she’s trying to tug her hand away.
>But she can’t.
>His grasp is like a vice around her hand.
>Suddenly he lets go.
> “Been a while Dwayne.” She growls.
> “How’s thee?” she asks and rubs her hand.
> “Doin’ good. Very good.” He hasn’t taken his eyes off her.
> “You?” he asks.
> “Aye, I’ve been doin’ fine.” She responds.
>The tension between the two is palpable.
>Suddenly she chuckles and stands to her full height.
>Towering over you and Dwayne.
>But Dwayne isn’t impressed.
>Like her show of dominance is a bore to him.
> “I was just getting to know an old friend again Dwayne, twas nothin’ else.”
>Rebecca says with a toothy grin.
> “I don’t recall you and her bein’ friends Becca.” He responds.
>He sips the drink in his hand.
>Rebecca doesn’t reply.
>A fierce scowl on her face.
>You’re scared for Dwayne.
>Rebecca looks to her hand then back to Dwayne.
>She grins.
> “I was just gonna try and make amends was all mate.” She says.
>Dwayne scoffs loudly.
> “Yeah, right. Looked like it from where I was standin’.” He replies.
> “I was, honest. Why don’t you take a walk and let me talk to her?” Rebecca says as she steps closer.
> “I’m sure the three of us will have just as fine a chat.” He replies immediately.
> “Not really something for you to hear Dwayne.” She snarled in reply.
> “How about you go off and find your actual friends Rebecca.” Dwayne responds, keeping his tone level.
>You’re surprised by how he sounds.
>Cold. Serious.
>You guess that’s the army training.
> “That is if you actually have any.” He adds with a smirk.
>Rebecca says nothing as she storms off.
>Dwayne and you watch her leave.
>Storming through the crowd.
>He turns to you with a smirk.
> “Said I’d look after you.” He says smugly.
>You finally release the breath you’d been holding.
>Your nerves settle.
>You smile up at your knight.
> “Cheers Dwayne.” Your voice shakes.
>He just laughs then pats you on the arm.
>The reunion continues and you’re more relaxed.
>More people are pulled into this growing group.
>Old friends from school, some you’ve not seen in ten years.
>Most have some cool costumes.
>Vampires. Frankenstein. Zombies. Clowns. One guy was JFK with a friend holding a toy rifle behind him.
>Your meeting with Fisher has mostly gone from your mind.
>Main word being mostly.
>You keep seeing her briefly, moving from one group to another.
>She’s talking to her old friends.
>At least those that came.
>You have a bad feeling.
>Maybe you’re just paranoid.
>You don’t blame yourself for that.
>You look to Dwayne.
>He’s smiling and chatting amicably with his old friends.
>You met them and knew they somewhat.
>Ben a Badger dressed as a Robber.
>Tim a Labrador dressed as a vampire.
>David, a human dressed in a rather good Darth Vader costume.
>And finally; “Big Stan”, a Corgi whose coloured his fur green. You don’t get it.
>Amongst your growing chatting group are some of your own gal pals from school too.
>Then someone else you’d rather forget barges into the conversation.
> “Well fuckin’ hell! Dwayne Cooper! Long time no fuckin’ see mate!” a boisterous male voice speaks out loudly.
>He was not Dwayne’s mate.
>Be Dwayne Cooper again.
>Sorry.
>(I know you like being Allison)
>But be Dwayne Cooper again anyway!
>The voice you just heard was definitely not your mate.
>The voice has changed.
>A bit deeper from age.
>More confidant.
>You turn and look up.
>There’s a Lion anthro.
>Must stand around 6-foot-4.
>Slight gut on him.
>Defined musculature
>He’s dressed as a Viking.
>Bastard, that’s a good idea actually.
> “Adam, long time no see.” You say plainly.
>Well this meeting was foretold.
>Allison met her bully.
>Now you meet with your, attempted but horribly failed, bully.
> “How’ve ya been?” he asks and takes your free hand by force.
>He’s shaking and squeezing your hand.
>At least trying to.
>You shake back and give a little squeeze back.
>His large grin becomes strained.
>You finally crack a smug grin.
>Adam takes back his hand when you release it.
> “I’ve been well. What about you?” you ask politely.
>Might as well have some fun right?
> “Oh you know,” he begins and stands straighter.
>He’s about to say something big headed.
> “Running and maintaining a successful business, all by myself.” He says trying to sound nonchalant.
>Very big headed of him.
>From what you were told he just sells used cars.
>Such a tycoon.
> “I bet that’s fun.” You brush off his words.
> “And ah, what about you Dwayne?” he asks, flashing you a sly grin.
> “I’m a sergeant in the army.” You respond.
> “Oh, I see, you been killing any innocent Afghanis freedom fighters?” he says as simple as asking the weather.
>He has a large smug smile on his face, a cheeky look in his eye.
>Everyone around you has differing reactions.
>Allison looks at Adam with shock and disgust.
>Everyone else winces or look aghast.
>You want to feed him his own balls.
>Cut off his smug head.
>Maul it a bit.
>Give it to a hungry dog.
>Send his severed head back to his mother.
>See if she recognises it.
>Calm down Dwayne.
>Not here.
> “Only the ones that shoot at me.” You cooly reply even adding a little grin.
> “But hey,” you add before he starts to speak again.
> “Not everyone can sell used cars, some people like to actually feel proud of their work.”
>Adam scoffs and laughs.
> “What’s there to be proud of, everyone knows they’ve got nothing over there, no nukes no shit. Being there, getting our people killed is pointless.”
>You shake your head slowly.
> “And that’s what you’ll never understand Adam.” You inhale then exhale slowly.
>Take a sip of your drink.
> “All you see and get from the news is we’re fighting people in their land, looking for weapons they may or may not have.” You begin with a shrug.
> “I’ll leave that bit for the politicians.” You joke and look around before focussing on the lion again.
> “What me and my boys and girls are doing over there Adam, are defending people’s rights.”
>He opens his mouth to argue.
> “Women over there have no rights Adam, they just don’t. They live to get married and breed. That’s all they are just breeders, they’ve got no rights, they’ve got no lives. Why do you think so many come here?”
>Your words are getting the attention from those around you.
>Good.
>You continue.
>”And it’s not just the women, it’s the men too. Poor men have few rights, few claims that are his own. The bottom-line Adam is that we put our boots on their ground, we shed our blood on their streets, to try and give hope for a better, fairer future.”
>You look your drink over absentmindedly.
> “So until I see you put your boots down on their ground, shed your blood there Adam.”
>You look him in the eye.
> “Your opinion is pointless.” You conclude.
>Mic drop!
>Thank you.
>You’ll be here all week.
>You stare at him.
>HARD!
>The staring contest doesn’t last long.
>He breaks eye contact, muffles words you’re not repeating under his breath, then walks off.
>You allow yourself a self-satisfied smirk.
> “On a lighter note!” Dennis’ voice cuts the silence to shreds.
>He points to someone to your left and you all turn your head.
>And there he is.
>All six-foot-freaking-bajillion-or whatever of crow.
> “MATT KNOB!” You, Dennis and a few old friends cry with joy.
>He’s dressed as The Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz.
>He hears your cries of joy, looks to you and waves.
>The whole group of men rush to him with joy.
> “MAAAATT KNOOOOB! MAAAAAAAAATT KNOOOB! MAAAAATT KNNNOOOOB!”
>You all sing in triumph.
>The tall lanky crow laughs and smiles as those with a beak can.
>His girlfriend, Sofia Dunn, rolls her eyes, shakes her head.
>She’s friends with Rebecca Fisher’s friends so fuck her.
>Matt Knob certainly did.
>NICE!
> “Matt Knob! We’ve missed you!” Dennis says with joy.
> “Truly the lads are once more reunited!” You add.
> “Tis a glorious day!” Ben adds.
>Matt Knob looks at you in that totally-not-stoner happy way he does.
> “I’ve missed you lads too.” He nods as he speaks.
> “Babe, I’m off to find my girls.” Sofia announces then immediately walks off.
>He wishes her well and watches her leave.
> “Why the fuck are you with her?” you can’t help but ask.
>Matt Knob, in his usual Matt Knob way just smiles at you.
> “She’s a nice lass when you get to know ‘er.” He replies.
>You really don’t want to though.
> “’Ere as long as you’re happy mate.” Ben replies.
>You and your old friends start talking, catching up and discussing your lives.
>There’s a warm feeling that settles in your heart.
>The boys are back together.
>You’ve missed this.
>You guys had been through hell and high water together.
>Good times and bad.
>Sun and snow and rain, and more rain, and bit more sun, and a lot more rain.
>Matt Knob, the legend that is he, sells houses and he does a good job of it too.
>Even when house prices are flouncing around like a Teletubby.
>He makes a decent wage, so he and Sofia together share an apartment.
>She works retail.
>You feel sorry for her, almost.
>Matt Knob, in all of his vast wisdom, has been contemplating marrying her.
>This comes with silence.
>You all look to one another.
>Human and anthros faces all sharing the same expression.
>NO!
>NO FOR GOD SHAKES NO!
>NO!
>N-you get the idea.
> “Whatever floats your boat Matt Knob.” Big Stan the Hulk adds quickly.
> “Thanks guys.” Matt Knob, glory be his name, says with a genuine smile.
>You’ve found during your conversation you’ve made way to the drink and food tables.
>You’re all having more punch.
>The rum and vodka spiked bowls making you grimace with the taste.
>The other lads are getting too tipsy to notice.
>You’re still stone cold sober.
>You pull your attention away from the current chat and look around for Allison.
>You can’t see her.
>She was just beside you.
>Wasn’t she?
>Shit.
>As David Vader here would say, “I sense shit’s fucked up somewhere”.
>You turn back to the lads and excuse yourself, you have a bunny to find.
>Matt Knob, the lord of all he surveys, points to over your shoulder.
> “Sorry Dwayne, I could’a swore I saw her goin’ that way with some old friends.” He says.
>You look to where he’s pointing, to the far end of the hall, where the side doors are open.
>Allison wouldn’t do that without giving you a heads up at least.
>You feel a sense of panic well up in your gut.
>You down your shit drink and rush to the doors.
>You need to save your bunny.