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Colton's P.O.V.

_I yawn and stretch, rubbing _my eyes with one of my hands. Seje snores a little, and I jump. Then I laugh, surprised that I got scared by that.

I swing my legs out of bed and stretch again. I'd better explore the campus a little bit, I think. School starts in three days. Friday already? I glance over at Seje. He don't give a damn. Then again, he was always late to class in the mornings. Now I know why.

I grab some shampoo and walked into the bathroom. I remember to lock both doors, not just the one I came in. I smile a little as I imagine Renaldo's reaction to seeing my morning boner. I take a step into the shower and pause. I remember something he'd said to me yesterday: You remind me of someone. Now that I think about it, he does remind me of someone, someone I would rather not think about. I shake the thought out of my head and throw my underwear on to the tile floor of the bathroom and turn the shower on.

I step into the steaming stream and yelp a little as I jump backwards. Too hot, I think as I turn the heat down a little bit. I get all of my fur wet and lather shampoo all over it. The sudsy bubbles tickle, and I think back to when I was younger when my mom would wash me in the bath.

The door handle shakes. "Who's in there?" It's Renaldo's voice.

"It's Colton!" I call back. "I'll be out in a few."

"Alright, just unlock the door when it's okay."

"Sounds good!" I shake my head, glad I'd locked the door. If I hadn't...jeez. I glance down at my still-erect member and frown. Now this is getting awkward. I rinse off and towel off. I don't use the fur-dryer because I wasn't into brushing down my fur right now. If I want to explore the campus, I don't have time. No car meant it took longer, and I already am late. I glance at my watch. 8:53.

I brush my teeth and go over and hit the handle to Renaldo's dorm. Then I turn and walk back into Seje's and mine. "Thanks!" Renaldo calls through the door.

"No problem," I say, pressing my ear to the door as I pull on a pair of jeans. "Hey, wanna explore the campus with me?"

"Sure. Give me about six or seven minutes," Renaldo answers.

"Fine." I put on a Valor T-shirt and slap on my wristwatch and a necklace. About the same time I put my sunglasses on, Red walked into my dorm, fully dressed. He, too, wears a T-shirt. A Valor one.

"Oh, you went to Valor too?" I ask.

"Yeah, only for my senior year," he says. "I transferred."

I didn't know a Renaldo who transferred to Valor, but then again, we had about fifteen senior transfers who I didn't know. I decide to lie. "I went through junior year. I almost went all the way, but since I had to come here, I felt it was a better idea to go to a cheaper school."

"Cool," Renaldo said. "Let's go!"

Seje groans. "Shut up, I'm trying to sleep."

I laugh. "Seje, I'm gonna be out for a few hours, exploring the campus. That good with you?"

He waves a hand at us. "Go. I'm going to be out with my boyfriend for most of the day. Actually, you will have tonight to yourself as well. I'm gonna be sleeping in his dorm."

"All cool," I say. "Just be careful; you never know what might be lurking." I wink at him.

He grunts again as Renaldo and I walk out the door. He shoots a questioning look at me. "Old inside joke," I say, waving it off. Renaldo smiles a little.

"Mind if I spend the night in your dorm?" he asks.

I look at him out of the corner of my eye and smile. "Going that quickly?"

He shrugs. "I don't see why not. We're already comfortable around each other, so why don't we jump right in?"

"Point taken," I say, "but don't try anything...okay?"

He nods once. "Got it."

We spend a few hours walking around campus before we get a little hungry. There's time for lunch, considering we've explored every nook and cranny in the time that's passed--save the aquatics center.

I smile. "Lunch first."

"I agree," Renaldo says. His stomach rumbles. "Apparently a lot."

I grin even wider. "Let's go, then."

We walk the half mile to the freshman parking lot and climb into my car. "I know of a good Japanese place about three minutes away," I add as I turn the ignition.

"You like Japanese stuff?" Renaldo asks.

"Yeah," I reply, "but sometimes sushi will upset my stomach."

"Does it depend on the time of day?"

I nod. "Usually, late-night is when I'm affected the most. At this time of day, I might get a twinge or two, but not more than that."

In the time that short conversation took, we arrive at the Japanese place. I greet the waiter with a bow, not quite bending my back at ninety degrees, but at about forty-five. Renaldo and the waiter follow my example. Once we're seated, I explain to Renaldo, "That's the way the Japanese greet each other. They don't shake hands, so bowing is a handshake to them."

"Ah," Renaldo said.

A server arrives at our table and drops off a few waters. I nod politely to him, and he smiles back. "The usual?" he asks in a thick accent.

"Could I get it for two?" I ask back.

"Of course," he replies, smiling, and walks off.

I wait, the awkward lull in the conversation lengthening. I'm not quite sure how to conduct myself: I'd never been on an official date before, even with any of my old boyfriends.

Renaldo finally speaks up. "So, you tend to be more talkative than this?" he asks.

I place my hand on the table in front of me. "Yeah...I guess," I say, a weak smile upon my face. "I just...I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. I've never done anything like this before."

He reaches across the table and places his hand over mine. "Don't worry about it," he says. "I know already how polite and chatty you are. Don't worry about slip-ups, it happens to all of us."

I smile at him, grateful. "Thanks. I just don't know..." I trail off, staring but not seeing.

"Hello?" He taps my hand. "Anybody home?"

Shaking my head, I say, "Sorry. I got lost in the past for a minute."

"Don't apologize."

"I can't help it." I smile.

"Your sushi?" The waiter appears at the side of our table, and I jump. "I am sorry," he adds, "did I scare you?"

I laugh. "Not at all. I was just distracted. Yes, that would be ours. Thank you."

He sets the plate in front of us. "Will you be needing anything else?"

"No, I think we're good, thanks." I watch his back briefly as he walks away, then turn back to Renaldo. "I would suggest eating with chopsticks."

I pick up a package of chopsticks and load four of the eight sushi onto my plate. Renaldo fumbles with his own chopsticks, and I spend a minute teaching him how to use them. I feel more comfortable when I'm helping him. Once I finish, I pour some soy sauce onto my plate and we spend a few minutes eating in silence.

Renaldo finishes before me--turns out he can use those chopsticks pretty well--and waits until I finish before asking, "What now?"

I shrug and finish my mouthful of sushi before responding. "They have a little Japanese garden around the side. We could go over there and sit for a while."

"Why not?" Renaldo asks, but it isn't really a question that needs asking.

After I pay for the meal, we walk out to the garden and sit on a bench with curling and twisting supports. The beautiful bushes and trees that circle around the clearing we are in provide shade to all parts of the garden. The deep blue water and white froth in the fountain, in addition to the green of leaves, provide a range of colors pleasing to the eye. The quiet drone of the fountain can put even the most vigilant fur to sleep.

We sit for several minutes in silence again, enjoying the sounds of nature surrounding us. "You were right," Renaldo finally says. "It is beautiful."

"I never said it was beautiful," I murmur back. "I said it was Japanese."

"But most Japanese things are beautiful and peaceful."

"Since World War Two," I say, closing my eyes. Our hands touch, and we grasp each other, the simple touch providing immense levels of support. In this moment, I feel nothing of the world, just simple desire to stay here forever.

"We should probably be heading back now," Renaldo says after some--or a lot, I'm not really keeping track of time. I lift my head from where it had fallen on his shoulder.

I glance at my watch and realize that we had been in the gardens for close to three hours. "You're right," I reply. "Let's go."

We get up, taking slow and deliberate steps that represent the peace we feel inside. I hurry over to the passenger side of the car and open the door for him. He smiles at me. "You know, I did say to not worry about it."

I get in the driver's side and turn on the ignition. "I know. But being the gentleman is always preferable to being the douche."

He laughs, and the sound makes me smile. "I suppose."

Parking the car in the parking lot again, I state, "It might have been better for us just to walk."

Renaldo grins. "Perhaps. But then, we wouldn't have been able to spend as much time in the gardens."

I consent to his point with a flick of my ears. "Or we wouldn't have as much time here."

"What are we going to do?" Renaldo asks.

"Well," I say, "I have a bunch of FPS games that I brought, or we could do something simpler."

Renaldo shrugs. "I have nothing against COD."

I smile. "Or Battlefield?"

He shakes his head. "Do you ever give up?"

"Not usually," I say, laughing.

"That's good," he says, smiling despite himself. "Gives you an advantage if anyone ever challenges your sexuality or something."

We rough-and-tumble our way to my dorm, pushing each other and tripping and falling. We laugh the whole way.

Renaldo flops down on the couch and tries to recover his breath as I put the game in. "I never have had this much fun ever before in my life."

"You'll have more while we're playing this," I say. "And no, not in that way, unless_you_ start it. You better not get any ideas," I add after a second.

He laughs again. "Don't worry, I won't. At least, I don't think so." He thinks for a second. "Hey, Colton?" I glance up at him. "Do you have any nicknames?"

I think back. "Well, I had one that was something like 'Red', I think."

Renaldo pauses for a second, then continues, "Funny, that was mine."

I grow cold for a second. Then I shrug it off, but the feeling won't go away.There have to be a million people with the nickname Red in the world, I think silently, but it still doesn't go away. "Interesting..." I grab the two controllers and toss one to Renaldo.

"Just call me by 'Red' from now on, 'kay?" He rolls his head and makes a funny face at me. I can't help but laugh.

"Got it, Red," I say.

"Woohoo!" Red cheers. "Killed you again!"

I groan and bang the couch with my controller. "I'm rusty, give me a break!"

He smiles at me. "I think not!"

I swallow and respawn. I pull the right trigger immediately, not expecting to hit anything. "Hey! Will you look at that?" I say, taunting him. I had unwittingly just killed him.

"Oh, shut up!" he complains. "That was a lucky shot!"

Grinning, I snuggle closer to him, pressing my wolf body against his gryphon body. "Was it, though?" I ask him.

Red grunts and shrugs at me, trying to get me off. I stop leaning on him, but I don't move any. After a random level one player kills me with a one-shot headshot, I disconnect the controller and toss it on the couch next to me. The screen turns to a singleplayer screen the instant I disconnected. "I'm done," I grunt. "You play."

I sink deeper into the couch and watch him gun down everyone who comes before him. "How often do you play?" I ask.

He waits until he gets another kill, then respawns. "Every chance I got at home, I played. I focused mostly on automatics, but I did a little with snipers," he explains.

I grin at him and watch as he accumulates another six kills. "If you join back in, I'll let you off easy--or you can join my team."

Now I laugh. "Nah, I'll just watch," I say as he gets another kill.

His roommate pokes his head into the room. After a slight hesitation at seeing us together, he asks, "I bet I'd be correct to assume you're spending the night over here?"

Red glances over at him. "Yeah, that's right. Colton, this is Jaden."

I frown at the zebra. "I know you."

"I bet you do," Jaden said. "I definitely know you, but I'm not telling you where from."

The evil smile that then graced his lips infuriated me. Only two people could do that to me. "You."

"Oh, not him, but yes."

"Football jerks," I mutter as he walks out of the room. I shake my head at Red's questioning look. "He was the second or third string QB for the Eagles."

Red grunts. "I agree, they're jerks. But Jaden isn't bad once you get to know him."

My eyebrows meet in a frown. "Then he and I got off on a bad foot. We've never had a good relationship."

Red glances at me. "What would you say is your number one fetish?"

"Excuse me?" I ask, whipping my neck to look at him.

He shrugs. "I need to get your mind off of Valor, obviously. So that's the first thing that came to mind." He smiles as he thinks of something else. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

"Is there any way I'm getting out of this?" I sigh.

"Nope."

"Fine," I say, taking a deep breath. "I don't usually tell people this, but I have a major foot fetish."

Red laughs. "I also do, but it definitely isn't my top.

"What is, then?" I ask.

His eyes flick around the dorm before he answers. "I have a vore fetish."

"Soft?"

"Yeah." Red nods.

I smile at him. "That is ironic, and also cool," I say, then jump as he gets a kill. "Man, that nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry," he says, smiling over at me. "I got focused and killed. I forgot it had been a while since I killed so I should have warned you."

"Not a problem," I say. "I'm not going to join back in."

Red shrugs. "Your choice."

I laugh. "As if. You're gonna make me play, aren't you?"

"Absolutely." He turns his head and looks directly into my eyes. "Unless you have better ideas."

I wait until he looks back at the game before glancing down at his feet--still wrapped in his shoes (yes, we wore shoes today, because that was a lot of walking)--then grab the controller. "Nah. I'm on your team though."

We high-five. "Well done!" Red cries.

"Most of the credit goes to you, but I just got the best KDR I've had all night," I laugh back.

"That's right," Red says, smiling at me. We've just crushed a ten-man opposing team by ourselves. Red had called up a few of his friends to play against us once I had gotten sufficiently good, and that's two out of three for us.

"Well done, guys," Jack, one of Red's friends, says.

"Same to you," I say back, leaning forward toward the mic that Red had set up so we could communicate.

"Hah, I'm surprised that Red's better than you," Mark says.

I fake-pout. "That's no fair. I haven't played for a few months. Red's been playing close to every weekend, when he could."

"Point taken," Mark replies again. "Hey, Colton," he adds, his voice becoming very suave, very persuasive, "maybe we could meet up sometime?"

I grow angry at what he was implying. "No."

"Why not?"

"I said no!" I shout at him. "There's no_way_ I'm going to forsake Red for you."

"So you guys are boyfriends?" Jack asks. "Nothing against gays. After all, I am friends with Red."

"No, we aren't." Red precludes me from talking, shooting me a look. I take a few deep breaths. "We only met yesterday, on a plane, of all places."

I breathe again. "Not yet, at least. Nobody knows what can happen in the future."

Mark laughs. "That's why I'm--"

"No," I say, firmly but not angrily. "And that's final."

A deep breath comes from the speakers. "I need to go," Mark says. Jack seconds that, and they and the others on the server disconnect.

I lean back. Red starts a new game. "You want in?" he asks.

Tossing my controller to the side, I disconnect, leaving Red to play alone. "Nah. I got better ideas now." I grab his legs and scooch to the other side of the couch, then place his feet in my lap. I take his shoes off, exposing his socked feet to the air. His eyes flick over to me but he continues to focus on the game. I grin; he doesn't pay any attention, as I expected.

I press my thumbs into the middle of the arches of his feet. He grunts. I slowly peel off his socks. Velvety pads cover his heels and toes, as well as the balls of his feet. Blue-spotted silver fur cover what his brushed blue pads do not. I slowly massage the balls of his feet and he groans. "Screw playing the game," Red says as he tosses the controller onto the floor. I laugh.

I continue to make my way down his feet, smiling at the groans he sputters forth every now and again. I can smell my arousal just as much as his, and I assume he can smell it too. He lets out another breath as I massage the tension out of a tendon in his foot, then jerk and push his toes up towards him as he cramps. "Sorry," I say. "Must've been pushing too hard."

He breathes, then says, "No, that was my fault. If I focus too much on a point where there's pressure on my skin, I cramp in that same spot."

"Ah," I say. I use the heels of my hand to rub his heels out. "You sure I'm not pushing too hard?"

"No," he says, breath quickening. I take my hands away from his feet and he sighs. "Oh, that felt good."

Smiling, I say, "I'm glad you enjoyed it!"

Red laughs. "Not like I wouldn't, after a long day of walking." I laugh as well, and we sit in silence for a while, me reclining on the arm of the couch with my legs stretching out on the couch on either side of him, and he's doing the same thing--reclining against the arm of the couch, I mean--but his feet are on my stomach. I stare into his eyes even as he stares into mine, and I think both of us just forget about life for a second--I even stop breathing.

Red slides down on the arm of the couch, his feet pushing up onto my chest. I lift my head a little so that my chin doesn't rest on his feet. Remember, we do have muzzles--at least, wolves do.

He smiles. "You don't have to do that."

I grunt. "And it's awkward!" My voice comes out a little stressed because I was lifting my muzzle up.

"You know all dates are awkward," he says. "Especially first dates."

"Oh, shut up, you quick-tongued mothertrucker," I say, but lower my head so my chin lays on the balls of his feet, his toes dancing on my nose and muzzle. My breathing quickens slightly, and I breathe in the slight musk that still clung to his feet. My toes curl.

Red grabs my calves and lifts my legs up to his neck. He places my silvery pads into a V and rests his muzzle on them, almost like someone who rested their muzzles in their hands. I smile at him, and he smiles back. He said it earlier: a foot fetish was not his numero uno fetish, pero possiblimente es numero dos o tres. He didn't specify exactly what it was. Either way, I knew he was doing this only for me.

Yet, as we sit like this and I feel my arousal, I wonder. I can smell as well as see his arousal but he doesn't look like he wants to admit it. Sure, he knows now that I like this and that's why he's doing it, but maybe--just maybe--there is an ulterior motive.

Red once again shifts lower, so his heels are on my shoulders and his feet now cover most of my muzzle. I feel him sigh as my feet settle on his face, but I can't tilt my head down to look, as his feet are pushing my head up so I'm looking at the ceiling. He shifts his legs so the balls of his feet cover my eyes, and I shiver. I feel my arousal straining against my jeans. He's nearly sitting on top of me now.

I shift, and Red moves his feet so that the heels are on my mouth. I open it and pant like a feral, moistening his heelpads with my wet breath. My tongue flops out of my mouth onto one of his pads and I jerk. He tastes good. I never expected a fur's feet to taste good, but there you go. I lap at his foot, wetting it over. He moans again, and I lick his other heel, dampening it as well. I shudder twice as I lick the blue pads.

He pulls his feet down a little, and I clean the fur on the bottom, in the arch of his foot. The strands tickle my tongue as they dampen. Then he makes me lick the balls of his feet. I suck on each one before I lick it. He curls his toes over my lower jaw and my teeth so they just rest against my tongue. I close my mouth and he shudders. (This is future me: at this point, I've forgotten that foot fetish isn't his #1, because he's getting so much pleasure from it)

We sit there for...jeez, I don't even know how long. Red's toes rest in my mouth and my feet over his face. Eventually, though, he takes his feet out of my mouth. He rubs them dry on my chest and I shudder. He moves up a little bit and I take a deep breath--his crotch is no longer against mine--and several after, calming. Just a little, I soon find out.

Red lifts his feet from my chest and lays them upon my bulge. I gasp and grab his ankles. "R-Red, I-I'm not r-ready f--"

He presses his feet a little harder against my crotch, stopping me midsentence. "Just let it take you," he says in a relaxing voice.

Unintentionally, I take his advice--in reality, my fetish sweeps me up. I begin to hump his feet, which he tries to keep in the same position so it feels light when I'm at the bottom and when I arch there's more pressure. Memory fades for a few minutes, and the next thing I'm aware of is myself saying, "...s-stop."

Red stops, pausing and letting his feet rest gently on my bulge. "You like it, don't you?"

I gasp for breath and force myself to stop humping his feet. "I...I'm not ready...for this," I say between deep breaths. He begins to lift his feet from my crotch but I put my hands on the top, keeping them there. A red blush suffuses my cheeks, and I'm glad for the fur that hides it as I say, "You don't have to take them off...I just--I'm not ready for that yet."

Understanding dawns on Red--I can see it in his eyes--and he nods. "Okay." He leans over and picks up his controller. "Another round?" he asks.

Grinning now that I have my wits about me, I shake my head, but pick up my controller as I say, "Not yet." I lift my feet from Red's chest and put them on his bulge, just as his were mine. "Now we're equal," I say, and laugh at the startled expression on his face.

"O-okay," he says, then gathers his wits, and we play.

Well, talk about one hell of a chappy! This mysterious character, Renaldo, turns out to have the nickname that Rend's old boyfriend had. And who is Colton? What role could he add to Rend's story? Or did the focus just shift? Let me know what you think in the comments below!

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