Fur the discovery IV:
A battle between Mind and Heart

I always wondered when I read and saw all these romantic movies and books how it was touching me, because I always feel something. It's almost like your soul is changing body, changing personality to be the person behind the screen of the inside the words, and for a second, you forget everything you knew and you become fully the character. This incredible feeling of freedom is felt by a lot of people, but only a few talk about it, either because they don't think it's really strong, or because they are afraid of being called crazy or freak, the same fear that haunt me, and possibly you, day and night, telling you the same words you heard over and over again: "against nature". It's already hard to live every day because you as long as you are with other people, you are wearing a mask, showing to the people what you want them to see, and hiding what you don't want them to notice, and it's even harder when this mask has to hide a whole part of yourself, and maybe personality. This is what a gay person who is meeting new people has to do for a certain time, and what a closeted gay person has to do every day. Now, imagine living this three times worse because you grew in what seems like the most homophobic place is the world, a place so close-minded you get paranoid and you dream of people from the village getting to you and burning you on the main plaza. That was what Sparky lived for approximately 18 years in Barksin. He remembered the day he discovered his homosexuality like the worst of all, first because he thought of himself like a traitor and a monster, and hated himself for a month, before understanding that maybe the village was wrong. If he had been made like that, it meant that it could only natural, and his dreams where he was seeing himself in the mirror, blood around his mouth, shiny red eyes and corpse of a woman, half-eaten became dreams where he was either killed, banned from the city, having to survive alone or humiliated with the word 'FAG' marked on his forehead, like a pig who was going to be killed. He could also remember all these nights he didn't sleep, afraid to get these dreams again, looking at the emptiness of the dark surrounding him, maybe empty as his soul, or maybe empty as the villager's mind, because even though he accepted what he was, there was always this little voice reminding him what he had learnt all these years, like a demon voice telling you the day you would die. Anyway, today, he felt better, because they moved out from the village and his sheets, sticky from the sweat of his nightmares where now as dry as a eighteen-year-old teenager's sheets could be, but the memories were still in his head reminding him the danger of people and as he was walking down the stair with Jugder, his internal alarm was beeping really loud, like a reminder that he wasn't in a fairy tale, and that his roommate, if he found out, could harm him where the wounds don't heal: deep inside his heart.
When they got back, the three friends were playing cards. Carter kept looking at Chega's game, which pushed him each time so he wouldn't see her game and Vardens, his tongue stuck out, seemed really concentrated on his cards. 
"Hi there!" said Sparky, trying to get attention on him and his roommate.
Vardens had a little nervous scream, not too loud but deadly funny, Chega turned her head really quickly when the tiger screamed and Carter changed one of his cards with the cheetah's while she wasn't looking.
"I'm sorry, I was concentrated in the game" apologized Vardens, his free hand rubbing the back of his head. "Anyway, what took you guys so long? Fells like you were up there for ages!"
"It's true. I had time to play two games and to start this." continued Carter, pointing at the deck in the middle of the little circle made by the three players.
"It's not a 'this'. It's a mathematical game putting your brain in shape for any mental exercise..."quickly answered Chega, trying to save the reputation of it. "Anyway, was it that long to take your stuff up there Sparky?"
The dog, who had been in the calm room for a while, and relaxed from his 'session' was confused a second when everybody started talking at the same time, trying to get his attention. "Well, I had a lot of stuff and we finished to clean everything so yes, it took time. What are you playing?" He asked, not willing them to ask for more details.
"It's a game my brother taught me a while ago, when I was freaking out because of an important test. He played with me the three last days before the test and I got an A" she explained.
"Wait..." He suddenly realized something. "When I left, you had to take a tour of the rooms, Vardens had to get to the gym and Carter, and you were called by a friend. Were we THAT long?" 
"Well, two hours and a half, or so..." answered Vardens, looking at his watch. »We've been waiting for you far ages." 
Sparky facial expression suddenly changed. "TWO HOURS AND A HALF?!" It was really surprising because it to him like they left an hour maximum. Time really fly when you're having fun...
"Well, let's say an hour and a half after we separated" added the rabbit. 
Everybody was looking at the two canines, waiting for an explanation, but the only thing that came was an anthro eagle, just walking on the path near them.
"I really don't know. I guess time flies when you have stuff to do... Plus I got a big part of the living room done... Swedish jigsaw is harder than it seems!" He ended his sentence with a little smile, and everybody laughed. It was well known that this furniture is hard to make, mainly because all the instructions are only in Swedish, making it hard to understand.
"So, you guys wanna played?" The cheetah had stopped the conversation, feeling the boys either couldn't or didn't want to go further. The two dogs nodded and the game started.
It was a bit complicated, filled with numbers and score: you started with five cards, and a card was put in the middle. You first you had to say which score you could do if you took the card, but you could only go bigger than the last one, or you needed to pass. If everybody passed and nobody asked for it, you took another card and it started again. The card taken by a player made the color a 'trump'-color, which gave more points. The game worked by teams, but as they were an odd number, Chega played alone. You had to put bigger than the other ones to win the game, but the order wasn't the usual one, and it was even harder with trumps cards. When the game was done, you had to count the points your team got, using the little score notice the girl quickly wrote before starting, and the one with the most points won the game. Of course, the team were Chega, Vardens-Carter and Jugder-Sparky, and even if Chega won the first times, after 3 games or four, the other ones got a bit better and the tiger's team won, using, of course, Carter's spying skills on Jugder, who was trying to get along with the others and to understand at the same time: imagine reading a book while being kicked everywhere, and concentrate enough so at the end of the book, you can resume what was said; it is really hard. Fortunately, as Chega was taking the cards to start another game, the bell rang, and saved all the others from a brain overload, which would have been sad, as they were only a day from the first day.
They got confused when the bell rang, because they didn't know what is was ringing for, but as everybody seemed to get to the building 8-B, they followed the crowd to find themselves in a huge amphitheater, taking the three floor with a lot of seats, so much it looked unreal and impossible to fill it up, so it was a big surprise when, after around fifteen minutes, every single chair was taken. They were sitting on the first floor, in a theater like big balcony filled with seats. They waited another five minutes, maybe to make sure everybody was here, and then, an old looking owl slowly walked to the middle of the scene, a microphone in his right hand, filled with pride but like the arrogant rich old grandfather, more like the old headmaster who is proud of what he did and is ready to share it with everybody: the nice person type. He started a long speech about being a student here and about how important studies were to get a good job and a good life, so they hadn't learned anything from it. Instead of that, Vardens was amusing his new friends with a spoon that he was making stand on his nose. For the whole speech, almost everybody was talking, really low so they wouldn't disturb the ones who were talking, and even with this sound, the owl continued, not disturbed at all.
The four friends where very happy because they manage to find friends the first day, but the only one that was nervous was maybe Sparky, who was sitting between Carter and Jugder. He was doing the best he could to concentrate on the speech, with Vardens telling Chega jokes she was laughing at, Carter trying to get his attention to talk to him about random stuff so he wouldn’t be bored and Jugder… being shy…. Each second he passed was a big struggle between his mind, his heart… and his big boy who really wanted to go for a second round, but he had to look ‘normal’. He was only happy they all met only this day, so they didn’t know him enough to know when he was feeling horny, because at this summer camp he went a year, which was 3 weeks long in the Mountains near, doing some hiking and camping, there was this eagle he really got along with who found out because they were passing so much time together he noticed when the dog was feeling horny (maybe the light blushing and the bulge helped at first, who knows!); hopefully, he was alright with it, but he kept thinking while he was listening to the old owl, that maybe his new friends wouldn’t, and he didn’t want to be alone, not again. This thought gave him enough confidence to keep it down and to look interesting in the really long speech of the bird. 
When he was done he started asking people for questions, and the mood of the crowd passed from calm-like to very excited, and people started chatting louder. The first questions were good ones, mostly about the schedule for classes and meals, and then about the teachers. At one point, the questions were more like ‘Is the math teacher funny?” so the Headmaster just told them that the speech was done and that, as it was already 6pm, they had to go back to their dorm to prepare for the dinner, that would start at 7:30pm and end at 8:30pm. Then, they would be free to walk around in the dorm buildings until 10pm which was the Curfew.
The friends quickly separated to get to their dorm, but at the moment Jugder thought he could finally calm down, Olren and his group of otter-friends appeared behind them. Jugder jumped out of fear. For a second, nobody moved anymore, and they all started laughing at the wolf who blushed, ashamed. It’s true that the group of otters was really noisy, but with all the people around, it could have been anyone, so Jugder really thought they wouldn’t be there. The dog’s friend asked if they could join them, and he nodded nicely, knowing that if he had to make friends, he had to make good friends, and otters are usually nice with the friend of their friends. Jugder, a bit disappointed, just walked back a little, whispering to Sparky that there were too many people for him to stay with them. The lab nodded once again and started to talk about fishing with the group. Jugder was a bit anxious and didn’t know what to think: when he first saw Sparky, he was a bit scared, because he looked way more attractive and sociable than him, but then he start talking with him and he started liking him. The wolf sighed. He was once again going in this one-day-friend feeling, and that was bad, because last time it didn’t end up well. There were once again these two parts of him, his mind and his heart, which were fighting over a same person. All the way to the door and until they were both inside their small living room, the shy wolf was silent, thinking about the raging battle that was happening in his head.
Carter, when he left the other people, walked alone to his dorm. He had been called by his now friend, the Doberman who got him to know the soccer players earlier in the day, to eat with them. He didn’t know where to go. He was really eager to go with Sparky and all the others, as they would certainly ask him to eat with them, but Spencer, the Doberman, was the son of his ex-trainer in soccer, and he didn’t want to break that. It was maybe a dinner today, but the Doberman’s father always taught him that in a soccer game, the 5 first minutes are the most important, because they get you to know who you are playing against, and he certainly taught that to his son too; as for the others, he didn’t know, but he was more willing to go with them. He had been changing over the holidays, surprisingly. The year before, he was a big soccer player, the one with a cheerleader under each arm and who everybody knew. He was really popular, liked by girls and thought as a good example of a sport player. All his brothers wanted to be like him, and his parents were proud, but then… everything changed. It first started with this girl he fell in love with, Mary. She was really sweet, really nice, but less sexy than his ex-girlfriend, Ellie. The most important thing was that she wasn’t interested! He had all the girl at his feet, except this one, and that was really disturbing, almost exciting. He was wondering so much why she didn’t like him, as he was used to this world of fame, that it became an obsession.
 He asked her to hang out any day, but she kept saying she wasn’t free because of her little sister, or because she had an appointment to the dentist or this kind of stuff, which was unfair because HE was the one living with 8 brothers and sisters. He did the best he could to get her: he first asked people around, but none of his “friends”, who were all the famous people of the High School, knew so he even dared asking non-famous people, which was certainly the first big change, but no one would really help him, as he was the ‘snobbish football player who only cared about having a girl in his bed each night’. He tried hard, he really did. He started ‘hanging out’ with the non-cool people, which was mainly walking around between the classes, so people would know he was doing that and it could land in the ears of Mary. As it didn’t work, after a month, he decided to do more, like eating with them, going back home with them, befriending with them, and before he could understand what was happening, he was friend with a lot of them, and Mary started talking to him. Everything couldn’t have been more perfect, until the day his popular friends told him that he had to choose between the fame and the girl: he couldn’t let one of the most popular of them hanging out with ‘others’. It took him a full week, constantly thinking about the pros and the cons, trying to find a way to keep the girl and the fame, but he knew Mary wouldn’t appreciate if he told her he had to stop hanging out with them because he wanted to stay famous, but at the same time he would disappoint all his old friends, his family and most importantly, his trainer if he stopped being popular. 
At the end of the week, he gathered all the confidence he had in him, being more scared than he had been, and asked Mary out. At first she didn’t say anything, and then, as an answer, in front of everybody who were around them (he always had a stalker or two, so they told everybody to come), she kissed him and embraced him, and they stayed like that for at least two minutes, in each other’s arm. Of course, everybody knew about the ultimatum, so everybody knew that the answer of the girl would define the rabbit’s future, so when she kissed him, everybody felt a mix of disappointment and happiness. It was a beautiful moment, but the magic of the scene didn’t change the popular ones opinion, and so Carter, passed from loved by all to loved by one, but it was the best of his life. This time, it was all about romance and love, not just about sex, and that was a big change in his life. From this day, the trainer was meaner to him, harsher, telling him to be better, to work harder, to run faster, to hit stronger, but he kept him because he was the best player of the team, so he had to show him he was still the same person.
When he arrived at his dorm, his roommate, a deer called Andrew, was in his room, listening to sad music. He couldn’t believe that on every people in this school, he had to be with the Emos. He was sure there wouldn’t be more than 5 of them, and he had one as his roommate! He was pissed at this idea for a second, and then, like a knife stabbing him in the stomach, he realized that he lied. He told Sparky’s friend a lie about his story, so they would think he is someone good, because he was sure that if they knew his true story, they would be ashamed of him and they would leave him. The thing is that, passing all this time with non-popular people, he got used to non-popular discussions, which he now found less boring that popular-discussions where you only talked about gossip about rich people and famous actors. Obviously, Spencer’s friends were having popular-discussions all the time and today, Carter was wondering how he could once like that. Still this battle was raging in him between his mind and his heart, between friendship and popularity, between fun and fame. He went in his room and just lay on his bed, getting tired of all these conflicts.
While these boys were wandering in their thoughts, Chega, leaving with Vardens, started to think too, or at least she tried as the tiger was flooding her with words. She had been in a complicated situation, and she was maybe seeing a small sun ray through the dirty windows of her on jail, and this was feeling her with joy. The problem was that she could never mix friends and work. A fine example would be this time in 8th grade where something awful or at least she thought was awful, happened. She had been working really hard on the tests of the end of the term, and she knew she would get good grades (usually approaching A+ or so…). She was always the best in her class, but there was only one problem: she was usually the loneliest too, as her studies were occupying all her days. Some people could say that if she was working real hard at this point, would have troubles later on, when she start college but the more she was working the faster she could learn and understand stuff, so with the same amount of work, she was more and more effective as time passed. She obviously had a few friends, one or two, but she didn’t see them much, as she was still a lot in the books. So she was almost ready, and only needed a few last check revisions, as the tests were really important but something unexpected happened: she was asked by this guy, Mark, a lion, who was a really cute guy should could have had a crush on if she had time, which she hadn’t, asked her to tutor him so he could be ready for the test. As she was a really nice person, she decided it couldn’t harm to study with someone else, and the lessons started. 
There was a month left before the big tests, which were once a term, at the end, to make sure people were working hard, and they were a big part of their final mark at the end of the year which would decide if they would pass or not, so they studied a day on two at hers, where she had all the studies and work sheets she made to help her. They would simply go to her room, and they would work for two or three hours depending on the guy’s schedule, and she would explain all the lessons again and give him basic exercises to do. They did all lessons, from math to sciences, starring English and even French which they both studied. For the first few times, it was really just worked, but slowly, they started to get to know each other, and he would go for tutoring every day to Chega’s. The problem was that they passed less time working and more time talking about themselves and the life they had, until, a week before the tests, where she asked her out. She didn’t answer right away. She was really surprised because she was never asked out before, and she really didn’t know what to say. Mark was a cute guy, attractive, fun, funny and easy to live with, so after a short moment, she just nodded and he smiled nicely and they embraced. 
They didn’t kiss, but the feeling of warmth against her made Chega happier than usual, happier than a really hard test that she passed, more even than the happy ending of these movies she kept watching, where the guy would finally kiss the girl after fighting against himself on deep philosophical questions. This time she wasn’t seeing it, she was living it and she could feel better. They passed the rest of the day together and when it ended, they fell asleep in each other arms at his, where her dreams were filled with roses and birds, filled with emotion and freedom. When she woke up, it wasn’t a disappointment as she woke up in Mark’s arms. He was still sleeping, so calm and so sweet, even though he wasn’t awake. They passed the whole day like that, in the bed, which they didn’t want to leave. 
When the day of the first tests arrived, a longer day than usual as they would just do all tests in two days which were 8 hours long, she felt confident, in the arm of her lover, and to give her even more confidence, before they entered the school, he kissed her for the very first time, and it was like an explosion of different feelings running through her skin, rushing through her heart and exploding in her mind. They didn’t move for a while, a minutes, maybe 3, maybe 5, who knows? It felt like a whole life had passed and she was more than ready to pass the tests… until she arrived in front of her sheet. She took her pen, wrote her name and read the first question. She read it a second time to be sure she didn’t get anything wrong, and they she started thinking about… Mark. She passed the question and went to the second one, but once again, she couldn’t concentrate on the poor man’s bathtub which was pierced because each time she did, she imagined mark, with shorts and his bare torso, taking a plank and repairing the hole. She tried each question, but couldn’t concentrate on anything. Mark, who was sitting near her, was her main thought and was monopolizing her mind. She tried to sing a son in her head to make it go, but it didn’t work, so she thought of other stuff, like feral horses or trees, but each time, ark was hidden in the landscape, so she just tried to cool down, by taking a deep breathe, and then it all want funky.
Her breathe got louder, deeper, and faster; her hand started to shake like they never did before; she couldn’t control anything. Then her skin went so red it was visible through her fur, and she started to sweat so much it could have filled the man’s pool before it had time to empty. She thought she saw people rushing around her but her mind was tricking her and she couldn’t make a difference between what she was seeing and what she was imagining. The old man and his pool was filled with a feral elephant which mass needed to be calculated, and at the same time, people were looking at her weirdly, like she was some sort of freak, even though they were the ones with purple carrot-looking ears and green potato noses. The worst was maybe Mark who wasn’t himself anymore: she wanted him to leave her mind so much his fur was now red like blood, he had horns and his small mane was now fiery. He had making fun of her and was pointing her with his finger. She wept, or at least she started to weep before she passed out, a few seconds after that. Then she woke up. 
She was at the nursery, with his parents around. Everybody sighed with relief when she got up. This is the day she learnt she had the Hyperventilation syndrome, and that she had a very strong attack and that she passed out in the middle of the class. She was said to go home and to cool down for a moment, and also that as she was a really good student, she didn’t need to take these test. A mix of joy and relief appearing in her as her senses were coming back to her. After this day, she had to break-up with Mark, whose heart was broken, even though he understood the reason after Chega explained to him what happened. She then decided to forget about her social life and got back to her studies. From this day, she never had any friends and what happened today was maybe going to end really badly. 
She arrived to the corridor that leaded to her door at this point of her thoughts, and was still dealing with the raging war between her heart and her mind, between fun and studies, between a life of lessons and a life with friends. It was almost like a battle about independence, because it was also between safety and the troubles that life could maybe have. She was at this point where she was torn apart and where she really didn’t know what to do and what to say. 
While everybody was in their own fights and troubles, Vardens was hungry. He was satisfied with this day and kept trying to say it to Chega once they left together, but she seemed like she wasn’t there, lost in her thoughts. He was happy he met Sparky because he looked fun and his roommate too, except the fact that he was a bit shy. Then there was Chega that he met randomly who was really intelligent and nice too, especially when she made this comment about how he was the nicest guy she ever met; last but not least there was Carter who seemed into sports, like him, but not in the same stuff: the tiger was more the athletic guy, doing push-ups each morning because it’s the only way he could possibly fully wake-up, and Carter was more like the team sports one, that couldn’t be anything without his teammates. Fralden was lots of fun too, because he had tons of friends there, and he used to have tons of work out buddies. They would work out for an hour or two, and then they would hit the showers and do this stupid contest to see who had the biggest cock. Of course, Vardens was always the winner and it was always funny to see the faces of people around him as they were all like “Mine got bigger” and really proud, until he the tiger was getting hard too and then everybody stopped saying anything and some almost jaw dropped. They were about 10 of them who would do the contest, always the same, and some were so impressed they asked him to [i]touch[/i] it, which he find kinda weird, but as it wasn’t that bad, he didn’t care. He remember, this very time were almost everybody was out on holidays except a friend of him who stayed too so they decided to go to the gym anyway. After two hours of intense work out, they went to the showers, were they were alone, as usual, and before Vardens took his soap to wash, his dude, Anthony, a dog(nobody, even his parents, couldn’t say which breed he was because he had features like the fur, the ears and the eyes and stuff which were coming from so many different ones that he was just a dog), asked him if he cared having a “lil’ jackin’ out before cleaning to calm the nerves”. Obviously, Vardens, whose muscles were really stretched, accepted so they got on a bench and got naked. Vardens’ cock didn’t get hard immediately but he started thinking about hot stuff and it finally go harder and harder. Even if with his eyes closed, he could feel Anthony was having a great view of his cock as the canine was knotting. The tiger opened suddenly his eyes and the dog turned his away real quickly, too slowly for the feline to see though, and they slowly started to rub their stuff. Quickly, Vardens, who always did everything the best he could, started to rub his balls with the other hands, his eyes shut, until he felt the canine’s breath slowly blowing on his legs. He smiled and opened his eyes: Anthony was looking closely at the feline’s barbed cock, so when the tiger opened his eyes, the dog couldn’t do anything else than turn to look at his friend in his eyes, his head near the feline’s leg. The smile on the tiger’s face disturbed the dog a bit, but when the tiger nodded and started speaking, the canine’s eyes got brighter. The tiger said: “Well, seems like what you see here is interesting you… I really don’t care if you prefer dicks or tits, or even if you like both of them, and as I don’t think everybody has a shaft sized like me, you can go on with your mouth if you want to.” When Vardens was done, the dog smiled widely and took the feline’s balls in his hand, and started licking the cock. He was still massaging the balls when he made the cock slide into his mouth, and start sucking it. He was slowly going faster and faster, and quickly, the tiger put his hand on Anthony’s head, pushing it into so he would go faster and further. At the moment the dog was deep throating, the feline start to shake a bit and the cock started to throb fast, so the dog took the shaft out of his mouth and wanked it with his two hands while he was licking the balls, until the tiger cum all over the dog’s face. This one licked the cock to wash off the bit of cum that was left and added a last lick on the balls he would never see again. He shyly got up, his cock almost ready to burst, and to thank him, the tiger took the knot, even if he felt weird doing that, and, putting the cock upward so he wouldn’t get any of the other’s cum in his face, he massaged it a bit. At the moment, he started to rub the knot; this cock shook really fast and the cock shot a lot of cum all over his body, knot, balls, neck, shoulders and even chin. When cum was done coming out of his shaft, he sighed with pleasure, and the tiger just said: “Don’t expect me to lick any of the juice you spread on you… I’m not a big fan of butter toasts...” He then laughed and put his hand on the dog’s shoulder, the virile friend like, avoiding at the same time to cream on the shoulder of the canine. Then, they washed and the dog completely sheathed again. Then never talked about that again, even when they were alone. They just had decided to mess around one time and they thought they were pretty sure about what they thought about it. 
He was thinking about the dog’s huge ejaculation when he arrived in his room, and, as he changed for clean clothes, he noticed his staff had been awakened by the idea. He sighed and decided to get on his bed to wank a bit. He hand was sliding slowly on his shaft, which was getting bigger and bigger, and as the cock was growing, he was going faster… until his roommate entered. 
The guy was a snake, around 6 feet tall, and quite thin but not very buffy as the tiger. He was wearing a simple green T-shirt that was longer than any other, as he didn’t have any legs but only a long tail with two arms and a head. His scales were very artistic, making black curves like in tribal tattoos, with bigger curves, white ones, which were doing other drawing and finally green scales which were on the side. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, but he had a few books under his arms and his face was filled with utter shock. He expected anything but a buffy tiger jacking off in the room. He just didn’t move, looking at the feline, who was too scared to move too, his hand on his shaft, which was rock hard and ready to blow. The snake slowly closed the door and said: “Am I interrupting something?” He was blushing and a small bulge was visible from the shirt. Vardens always wondered how snake cocks worked, but wasn’t sure he wanted to find out this way. He just started to say: “Well…” and then he took covers to cover his nude body. He was blushing hard too and his cock wad making a bulge from under the covers. The snake quickly put the books on the tiger’s desk saying: “An otter came earlier to give you these books. He told me that they were good stuff he read and that you might like.” He then quickly turn, he bulge getting a bit bigger and slid away. Before he closed the door, he just said: “I’ll be careful to knock on the door next time… And before you ask, yes, I am. I hope you don’t have any problems with that, especially after what just happened. You should also remember that snakes are really good at reading people’s face, and I saw what you were wondering while looking at my… bulge. I don’t think you would like to see this now, but if you wonder anytime, just ask me, I think I had enough for the year after what I saw, so I guess I owe you one.” He sighed and slowly closed the door as his tail was sliding away from the room. 
When the door was closed, the tiger couldn’t move, still repeating what the snake told him. That meant that his roommate had an obvious crush on his shaft, and that if anytime he was thinking about it, the snake would know it, and he didn’t want to be labeled as gay. And to top it off, even if it wasn’t that bad, the snake was apparently going to wank thinking about what he just saw. As he thought that, as his hand was on his shaft, rubbing it a bit because he was shaking from the fear of what just happened and what was eventually to happen, he felt a wave of pleasure filling him and was only fast enough to push the covers before he shot some cream. He could hear the snake fapping from where he was. The reptile was intelligent and subtle in his actions, so he was obviously doing that on purpose.  A good think about these kinds of roommates are usually having your back as you don’t always need to talk, except if they want to use this against you… He promised himself to talk to the snake later about the reptiles cock, just to be sure they would be friends: he was even ready to wank the reptile’s cock to get him on his side. He suddenly felt like he was in a war and he had maybe chosen his best ally.
All these people, stuck in their own little battle, passed most of the time they had thinking, either in their room, or doing other random stuff, but always concentrated on those problems like they would change forever their lives, which could maybe be the case, who knows? Anyway, for now all they could do is think, as nobody was able to read the future… until they all got distracted by the bell, ringing another time: it was time for them to join again, stop their wars to get with other people, share thought and emotions, and live a life with other friends. The rage in their head would have to calm, or at least to hide for this time, and they could maybe be free from these parasites pumping their mind, freedom and energy, and maybe they could be free, so everybody left to join in front of the building… except Carter.
Carter still didn’t know what to do: he had been thinking for two hours now, and still this war was raging between his honor and his friends. A part of him kept thinking that his friends might be acceptant with that, but the rest was realistic, saying that if he started hanging out with Spencer, he know he could never see the others again, and the loop will start again, until he finds the confidence to quit the group and to go with the others, and he would be ashamed again from leaving his ‘family’. This felt like it couldn’t end, and it’s at this moment that Andrew sat next to him. The rabbit turns quickly as he saw the deer. He was wearing a black T-shirt and so black jeans, with a piercing on his right eyebrow and a lock of hair hiding the left part of his face. This just looked sick to Carter, but in a way, he knew that he might feel like that too. It was obviously not a reason to wear dark colors and hide yourself from others, but at least the deer knew this feeling, so he thought he could at least give it a try.
“It’s hard to choose when your heart is against your mind.” The rabbit looked at Andrew in the eyes, looking for help in those.
“Don’t you worry. The battle raging in your mind is useless. You might ignore it, but deep inside you know that the forces are equal. It’s like trying to hide the sun: all you’ll get fighting like that will be distress in a broken mind, wondering in the ruins of your thought, looking for help from anything you could. I use to be like that.” The deer was putting emotions in these words. You could feel it’s something he did and that he didn’t want anybody else to live.
“But how could I choose? It’s a battle between my friends and my family, a battle between the ones that raised me and the one that I like to be with.” The bunny was already feeling distress, even though he still didn’t think he was wondering in the ruins of his passed thoughts, even though he was wondering what the deer was talking about.
“Why don’t you just tell me what happened? I could maybe help you sort your ideas for you…” He was serious and ready to help. At this moment, Carter’s thoughts about Emos changed completely: they weren’t just show offs who tried to look interested wearing black, they were only people who hurt before and who tried to get out of it. 
And the rabbit explained everything, from the day he met Mary to the battle that started two hours ago. When he was done, some tears were ready to come out, so he rubbed them away quickly. The deer rubbed the back of the rabbit quickly, telling him that it wasn’t endless. He told him that his family would always be proud of him, whatever his friends were, whatever he was doing with his life, because they made him. He also told him that it was time for him to go eat with his friends, or nothing would be left and, smiling, that rabbit thanked him. He was ready to choose his path, so he walked downstairs to the building, filled with the same confidence that filled him the day he asked Mary out. He was ready.
All the friends, who finally got in the line, were waiting for the rabbit, and started wondering. “Maybe he went with other friends.” or “Maybe he is just busy.” Were what everybody was thinking, even though they thought he would at least them as he told them he would come, so they waited. The wait was at first long, so they discussed a bit, to keep their own wars from using their minds as war field, so much they talked about completely random stuff. Vardens decided to ask Chega about his brother as Jugder was talking to Sparky about a movie that was passing on TV this night and which was apparently super cool. They were passing the time, until Sparky turned a bit, and saw the rabbit, a bit red, but looking confident and running toward them. He stopped and apologized.
“I’m sorry; I was a bit… busy. I was something to do with my roommate…” He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and his ears pointed down, even though he was still smiling.
“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not like we were going to sacrifice you to the Sun God if you didn’t come” said Chega, smiling. Nobody reacted and there was an awkward silence that she decided to break. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re here.”
“Yup, I was starting to starve there.” Vardens said that laughing with his loud voice, and some random people turned to them for a second wondering what was happening. Just after he said that Jugder’s stomach growled once again, and he looked at his belly.
“Damn! I will feed you, don’t worry!” Everybody laughed so the wolf turned red, which made them laugh even more so the wolf laughed too. He was really appreciating this time he was spending with them, because he felt comfortable with them around, even though it’d only been one day, and he knew it could only get better. 
So they continued talking all together, talking about the teachers mainly, and the school in general. At one point, Vardens started talking about this math teacher they might have which apparently had huge boobs and a nice ass. There was a blank for a minute, and as nobody was speaking, Chega because she wasn’t for boobs, Jugder half because he was shy, and also because he got really nervous when some boys talked about girls with him (which didn’t happen that much as he didn’t have tons of friends…) as he didn’t know much, Carter because this made him think about the discussion he had with ‘lesser-cool’ people and also of Mary because he was the only girl he knew that didn’t like to talk about this kind of stuff, and so Sparky, who got used to talk about that in the changing rooms as he was looking at nice assed people discreetly, decided to cut the conversation. “Yeah… I heard that too, but I also heard she goes really fast so if we have here, we won’t have time to look at that…” And so everybody started talking about the stuff they might learn and they wanted to learn. Everybody stopped talking about girls after this incident, and they did the mot they could to avoid the subject, even Vardens, who used to do this a lot as he used to go work out with guys, so it would be the almost only topic they’d have.
They finally got to the gate after a certain time nobody would be able to tell as the time passes faster when you have fun and, after choosing their meal, they sat outside, looking at the sun which was turning red. It was small but yet powerful, and they felt like their friendship would be exactly the same. When they were done they all went to Sparky’s dorm, where they decided to watch the movie Sparky had told them about, an action movie about humans taking over the furs and putting them into these jails to change them into humans. It was starring the famous actor Brad Di Dippe, which was a sex symbol for Chega, Jugder, Sparky, and all the furs loving boys. 
Just when they were about to enter the room the otter group which heard about the story, God knows how, asked if they could join the session, and Sparky, who couldn’t say no to all these otters faking really well the puppy face, let them in. The scene was quite funny to watch: Carter was on the right of the couch, leaning on the armrest, with Vardens near him, who was taking some room with his buffy body. Then there was Sparky who was leaning on the tiger because Jugder, faking tiredness, was leaning on his shoulder. Finally, Chega was sitting on the floor, with two or three on her legs, her arms around all of them like a mother puts her arms around all her children. It was almost like the weirdest family ever. Carter was feeling almost a bit stuck because of the tiger muscles, Vardens was concentrated in the movie, Sparky was appreciating the situation, as Vardens’ shoulder was really comfy, even if he would have preferred Carter to be there,  Sparky was fully appreciating the moment leaning on his favorite dog, trying hard not to get hard, Chega was happy to be rounded, even though she felt a bit too rounded at the second, and the otters were leaning on each other, some being scared of this movie, which wasn’t that scary after all.  
When it was all done, some otters yawned and they left, saying good night with this unique voice they had that was pretty scary, like they were clones that did everything the same way. Then, Chega left, followed by Carter and last, Vardens. When he got up, Sparky almost fell on the side, because the wolf fell asleep on his shoulder. He said good night to the tiger, who left, then turned on the TV and slowly put the wolf on the couch in a better position so he could sleep better. He then entered Jugder’s room and took the cover on the bed to put it on the sleeping canine, which sighed slowly like people do when they are deeply asleep. He smiled a last time, saying good night and went to sleep. This day had been full of surprises and emotions, but now it was time to sleep because tomorrow was his first school day, and he was really excited about it.

TO BE CONTINUED…