A Lot In Common
A lot In Common A Story by Old Dog Dreaming Not every 13 year old fox has a big secret to hide. But all it takes is one great friend to discover that more exists than what meets the eye. Join Russell on a strange journey through a strange time in his life as he discovers he is not the only one that has a thing or two to hide. Part 1 Crack Crack Crack... "Oh darn," I could hear the footsteps of someone noisily ascending our creaky old stairs. As a habitual reaction my cheap little laptop sprang shut with a quick flick of my paw. I made a not-so-stealthy scramble at an attempt to stash my laptop under my pillow. My head sprang back to the pillow so quickly that my pointy ear ended up squashed in an annoying position which was causing surprising discomfort for the few seconds that I held my breath. When I realized that the footfall was not directed toward my bedroom door, I relaxed and finally got a chance to adjust my ear. Once again retrieving my laptop from its makeshift hiding spot, I noticed in some annoying realization that I had accidentally clicked off the power. I decided to call it a night and get some sleep. I checked the time, 11:37 PM, certainly time for a rest. I snuggled with my favorite stuffed animal under my blanket until there wasn't a margin for error in having an absolute perfect sleep. Once I shut my eyes, I was swept away to dreamland until the sun was next to rise. Well, I suppose now that I was sleeping, I should tell you a little more about myself. If you're yet to guess, I'm a slightly orange fox with a cream colored fuzzy belly. My name is Russell and I am 13 years old. My father is also a fox yet my mother is a beautiful she-wolf. She has an enormous tail which despite its size is as beautiful as her kind eyes and smile that bring warmth to everyone even on the coldest of days. And also somewhere along the line my mother passed her gorgeous tail to me, which is nice but as you can imagine, a silver-gray tail on an orange and white fox looks a bit like a genetic failure. I suppose I've given you enough of a visual for now, let's just fast forward to when I wake up.
As I opened my eyes slowly, I found them aimed directly at the golden sun casting a relaxing shade of ambient light through my window. I took a minute to wake up and adjust to the light in full so I could clearly see despite the sun's glare. I offered a pleasant "good morning" to Wesley, my stuffed Dragon. He was a really cute little guy, with a porky little belly and a very fuzzy tail. Since he was my very favorite, I always greeted him in the morning as if to wake him up too. I tucked Wesley away beside my pillow and groggily arose from the bed. I threw on some sweats and slippers and trotted over to the bathroom for my early morning break. When I was once again residing by my bed, I searched for my laptop, found it, and slid it under my bed in its clever storage spot. I took a quick glance at my clock, 7:32 AM, and realized my nice weekend was over. I pouted a bit at the fact that I couldn't stay up too late tonight, and then headed for the stairs. After descending the stairs, I was greeted by my beautiful she-wolf mother. I walked dismally over to the table, (still waking up) pulled up a chair, and flopped down waiting for my breakfast to be delivered to the table. When my mother brought my breakfast to the table and placed it down in front of me, I began eating (a little quicker now as I was a bit more awake). When I finished I retreated back to the upstairs and gathered my books. Since I knew today was going to be a tough day, I also snatched Wesley, and stashed my gatherings (Wesley and all) into my book bag. Once again descending the stairs, I said a quick goodbye to my mother, and headed out the door. The sun had now peeked completely over the lush, mountainous vista that surrounded our little world. I gazed around, tediously skipping over cracks in my concrete driveway as if they were bottomless pits. I stood at the end of the driveway of my little house for about seven minutes before hearing that familiar engine roar far down the street. I turned to see the bus heading up the street toward me getting closer and closer every second. Some small resentment set in as I found myself declaring my weekend officially over.
As the bus neared my driveway, I heard the brakes squeak in an obnoxious tone, and then shortly after, the air pressure from the brakes produced a startling popping sound. The doors swung open and my bus driver, Kelly, smiled at me. "Did you enjoy your weekend Russell?" Kelly inquired in her usual sweet tone. "Of course Kelly!" I replied nicely, stopping to take a quick glance at her as I moved to find my seat. It was a fully loaded bus today; in fact the only seat available was in the back. I moved toward the seat and made a pretty awful discovery along the way, the seat was right across from seat 23 which just happened to be the seat constantly occupied by Rezz and Zach. Rezz was a silver and gray 16 year old fox; he was also sort of a bully to me. Zach was an arctic white fox who was not only a friend to Rezz he was also his partner in crime. Anyways they were my only option to sit next to so with a bit of discomfort, I flopped down next to the bullies. Within three seconds I heard Rezz call out "Hey, fox kit!" (This is the human equivalent of "hey loser!"). I tried my best to ignore them but that tactic only worked for so long. Soon enough, I found Zach planted beside me (how dare he invade my very own seat!). After a few more fox kit taunts, I decided to take off my book bag, big mistake. In that split second Zach made a dash for my book bag, snatched it up, and tossed it back over the aisle to Rezz. While it was traveling through the air I noticed something peculiar, something red and yellow was peeking through the side of my book bag. In an instant of quick thinking, I came to the conclusion that it was Wesley's wing. Now I was scared that something awful was about to happen to him. Through the rest of the commotion on the bus I heard Rezz shout "Hey fox kit, whose your friend!?" I didn't answer, I only watched as Rezz slowly removed Wesley from my book bag. Zach was chuckling behind me, "catch!" Rezz yelled. Zach snatched Wesley out of the air and pocketed him for the rest of the ride.
When the bus pulled into school, I kindly asked Zach to hand over Wesley. In an extremely sarcastic tone, he refused. I decided not to fret; instead I went into planning mode. I said my goodbye to Kelly and trotted to the door. My school was only one story, just the right size for its number of students. With a flick of my orange paw, I opened the door and sighed (I was still a lil' bummed about going back to school)I quickly got over it and continued down the hall thinking how I was going to ruin Rezz and Zach's lives. I suppose my thoughts blinded my eyes because I bumped into a few people who made their sarcastic remarks as I said "sorry" in a monotone. I was almost to my first class when behind me came a "Yo, Russ!"I turned to see my best friend Husky trailing close behind. Husky, despite his name, was in fact a fox. He was an odd shade of Bluish gray. He was more in fact; a wolf than a fox considering a lot of his ancestors were wolves. "Hey bro, wassup!?" I sort of ignored him for I was in a temporary trance. "bro?" he inquired again "oh hey Husky wassup" (I tried to act casual though he was interrupting my train of thought)"dude, you all straight?" he asked "yep jus' fine" I lied quickly even though I kinda was fine. For some reason I decided to continue "I jus' got my dra..." I stopped short not wanting to use the word "dragon". "I'm fine, never mind "I tried hard to lighten my declining tone, but failed. Husky, taking the hint that I didn't want to talk, finished the short conversation with a satisfying "see ya later".
The morning went by with just a few annoying sideways smirks from Zach and Rezz. Eventually world history rolled around, the only class I had with Husky. We had just started a new unit about medieval times a few days ago. Aside from all the true events, we also had to learn about myths and legends. Husky was sitting next to me, just as bored as I was. When the teacher said we would start learning about Mythology, I got a bit excited. We started by shouting out any mythological animal or creature we could think of. Nearly everyone said dragons (my stomach lurched at the sound of the word). I glanced over at Husky and saw him blushing, this was very strange. Why Husky went red in the face at that moment I did not know. I decided on asking him later and didn't remark at the time. Fearing I would blush too at the sight of a cute little dragon, I buried my face in my text book for the rest of class.
I was quite relieved in fact when class was over. I left the room without saying a word to Husky and continued on with the rest of my day. The rest of the day went rather quickly considering I had virtually no more classes with Zach and Rezz. I spent the day eager to get home and haul out my cheap laptop for a quick visit to my favorite site. A warm feeling and a sigh of relief swept over me when that last bell of the day rang. I was packing up my book bag when Husky walked by. "Hey bro!" I called. He stopped in his tracks and reeled around to face me "sup" he casually said. "Why were you so red in world history?" I asked. "Umh... whatcha talking about man I wasn't red in the face" he presented as an excuse nervously. Seeing he didn't want to talk, I accepted his excuse even though I didn't buy one tidbit of it. I also supposed that I sort of "owe him one" for lack of better term for this morning when he let me drop the conversation he had started. We didn't decide to walk out of school together today, so we went our separate ways to our separate buses. I once again flung open the door with my paw and headed down the path to the school's parking lot. Some other students joined me obviously waiting for the same bus. Luckily Rezz and Zach were way behind me so I wouldn't have to sit next to them. A few seconds later, my stomach lurched for a second time today as I realized that I had not yet devised a plan to retrieve Wesley.
I nearly shrieked at the thought of spending the night without him, I thought I was gonna bawl my lil' eyes out. However, a few seconds later I manned up. With a bit of quick thinking, I found my plan hidden deep in my mind. I reeled around to make sure that Kelly wasn't coming, and then made a beeline for the opposite edge of the parking lot. Now that I was on the sidewalk and out of sight, I chuckled evilly at my devious little plan. Since Rezz and Zach both enter the bus before I do, they also disembark before I do. From riding the bus enough in the afternoon, I knew exactly where both of their houses were. I looked up at the sky (still smiling evilly) as I recollected the conversation I had overheard earlier. Zach was stopping at Rezz's house after school. This I assumed would mean that there would be no adults to stop the bullies from for lack of better term "partying it up". I'd just need to swing by and snatch up Wesley, it's as simple as that. As I pieced together my plan, my train of thought was interrupted by that familiar engine roar. I guess I had not realized how long I had been walking in a trance while perfecting my plan. I darted behind the nearest bush in hopes that Kelly would not see me. The engine grew louder and louder and I saw a quick blur of whizzing yellow and black. I waited until the bus was a decent distance away, and then continued on my trek toward Rezz's house.
I found myself laughing deviously while once again skipping over cracks in the concrete like they were endless deep holes. The bus was out of sight and hearing range but that did not matter. I actually enjoyed the quiet while it lasted. I looked up at the trees wishing I could be one. Life must be so easy for a tree. In fact; the life of something as complicated as I would be easy so long as it was not tied to Pandora's Box with secrets it was too scared to tell. I suppose I forgot my devious plan for a moment but I was reminded pretty quickly when I saw Rezz's house peek over the hill. "I'm comin' for ya Wesley" I muttered under my breath before sprinting for the house. I hid by a tree near the house and was ready to put my plan to action, almost. I kinda forgot to think about what to do once I entered the house. "Damn" I muttered "aw... what the hell, I'll wing it". I approached the house; it was a dreadfully ugly shade of blue. As I looked up I noticed paint chipping from a slightly ajar window. I could hear some gentle music playing very softly (extremely bizarre music selection for a couple of junkies like Zach and Rezz). I approached the door which lie ajar (again, very suspicious). I nudged it and it creaked open a little more, just enough for me to sneak stealthily inside. As I peered down, I sighed in relief. I had finally found Wesley who, despite his journey, seemed to be in a fine condition. I hugged him close; glad he was back in my arms. However I dropped him just outside the door making the bold decision to search for the music which at the moment seemed like a great idea.
I took a moment for my ears to analyze the source of the music. It appeared to be coming from a door that lay open about ten feet away. I snuck slowly across the room until I came to be standing directly in front of the door, I could've sworn my jaw drilled a hole through the floor. I felt some warm familiar sensation in my crotch but I had no choice but to ignore it at the time. Standing in the middle of the room were Rezz and Zach in an extremely awkward position. Zach was on all fours, muzzled like a dog that bites. A small silver chain led from Rezz's hand to Zach's muzzle. The most disturbing part was that Rezz and Zach were both wearing nothing but diapers (weren't they a bit old?). Rezz's crotch was nestled cozily against Zach's rear and they both had a broad grin across their snout. I watched Rezz's smile widen as he felt Zach's tail beat strongly against his crotch. Zach whimpered a few times showing that he was taking on some serious pleasure. Rezz was first to notice me and his voice cracked as he let loose a blood curdling scream. After a few seconds, Zach had clicked off the music and they were both standing tall in the middle of the room. As I glanced down I noticed a darkening spot in the crotch of both of their diapers. Soon in fact they were so flooded that they began to leak out onto their legs which matted down their smooth, expertly groomed fur (Cheap diapers that didn't fit right). I finally looked up to find their faces equally flooded with what appeared to be lava. After a quick moment of clearing my mind, I smiled deviously at them (they each mustered a faint smirk in reply). I decided to go easy on them because I had never gone through such an embarrassing moment in my life; I cannot imagine how it must feel to be caught yiffing your best friend by some loser kid that you bully. "Well then... I never would've guessed" I began saying with great pride "I suppose your secret is safe with me, as long as you're okay with a few things..." Neither Rezz nor Zach could muster the feeblest squeak in response. "Don't get on my nerves, don't bug Husky, don't let me see you two lovers at it again, and hand me over a few of those diapers. I was now quite content with myself for successfully blackmailing the bullies and since they were so scared, I didn't think they would tell anyone or even stop to think why I asked for their diapers. Still in a trance, the two lovers handed over their diapers and I was on my way. I shoved Wesley and the diapers in a hidden pocket in my book bag, and then slung it over my back. I suppose I hadn't entirely ruined their day because reeling around I heard "Come on Rezz, let's get you cleaned up and in a nice new diaper." (I guess they kept a few for themselves) "You too beast" Rezz replied "I guess you had a little accident too." Looking down upon myself I realized I had also had a little accident. I was pretty embarrassed but at least I had diapers in my book bag. Part 2 About a half an hour later, my home appeared over the peak of the sidewalk. I could see my window from the sidewalk ajar and I remembered those summer nights. The summer nights when I crawled out onto the roof long after everyone was asleep, and prayed. I prayed for a lot of different things, once I was even bold enough to pray for a little baby dragon to fly up to my window and take me to some land where I could be young again. It was one of my deep secret desires to become a fox kit again. Life must have been so simple for me (life was easier but all the little things made you mad, remember when you were a kid?). I was jarred away from daydream land when I tripped over an exceptionally large crack in the sidewalk. I forgot about life as a fox kit and approached my front door. I turned the knob and it creaked open. I was greeted with a quizzical "where were you Russ?" from my mother. She twitched her marvelous tail nervously awaiting my answer. "Oh... Kelly wasn't there today; we had a substitute bus driver." I began "I didn't realize that it was actually my bus until it was too late... so I decided to walk home instead."
"Alright then, if that's what you say." She replied "I've got to go out to the store on the far side of town. Depending on whether or not I stop to see Mrs. Fink, you've got an hour or two to yourself." "Alright, see you soon mommy!" I responded as she made a gesture for the front door. I heard the door click with that distinct sound telling me that my day had only just begun.
I nudged something suspicious with my foot by mistake. Looking down to investigate, I jumped as I remembered something terrible. That whole time I had been casually conversing with my mother, I had been soaked from the waist down. Thank god my shorts were an opaque shade of gray; this disguised my wet spot almost perfectly and led me to avoid devising a quick explanation for my accident. I let a broad grin consume my face, an hour or two all to myself, "score!" I shouted once I was sure my mother had already driven away. I crept off at a swift pace to my room. I swung open the door and something seemed strange, like something was missing, stolen. After a careful analysis, I realized it was Wesley so I quickly placed him atop my nicely fluffed pillow. I let my book bag slide to the floor and bent down on all fours to retrieve my laptop. I had a bit of a hard time locating my laptop in the carefully arranged labyrinth below my bed but eventually I found the plastic handle and removed it. I flipped open the cheap little notebook with a neat flick of my fuzzy orange paw, and placed it next to Wesley on the center of my bed. Taking in the full realization that I had the house all my own, I decided to treat my secret desire and try on the diapers. Out of habit, I shut and locked my door (as a final line of defense). Next I undressed completely; it felt a little odd because Wesley was watching. I removed one of the diapers I had achieved from Zach and Rezz, and once again snuck under my bed to find the baby powder. Now I lied down on my bed and blushed a little (Wesley was still watching). I decided to turn Wesley's head toward the wall at this moment (why was I so embarrassed? He was only a stuffed dragon). After rubbing some powder around my diaper area which took a particularly long time because I was in a trance of pleasure, I slid the diaper under my rear (having a bit of trouble with my awkward tail and the tiny hole) and taped it shut.
Now I cuddled up with Wesley under the covers until I was certain we were both nice and warm. After a few more minutes of snuggling with Wesley, I slid the laptop onto my chest and typed in my password to log on. Once I was at my home screen, I clicked over to the little search widget at the sidebar. I quietly typed "Tales of the Dragon" into the box, and clicked on the little magnifying glass to the right. As a new window opened with my results, lots of links began to appear. The first one was purple instead of blue showing that I had clicked on this link before (I had in fact clicked that first link on quite a few occasions). I read the description below the link as always even though I knew it word for word "Tales of the Dragon is meant as a source for the fairy tale dragon lovers community containing everything the furs of that community need to treat their fetish". I remembered the first time I clicked this link, but I forgot exactly what I searched for to find it. Anyways I clicked the link and found myself on the home page of Tales of the Dragon. With a few more flicks of my paw, I ended up on the page with all the stories that people just like me publish every day. With a bit of navigating through the numerous links, I was soon on the page with a story I had been reading just last night. Now, feeling extra warm and fuzzy, I read my lil' story for the next hour without being disturbed.
Over the course of my reading, I seemed to have lost my grip on reality. I thought I was reading but the words on the screen fell apart and left me in an awkward state of suspended animation. A few seconds later (or minutes for that matter, I was not in reality and really couldn't tell) I was jarred back to my room. After some quick analysis, I realized I had fallen asleep and had now awoken in my room. I was sweating quite a bit just from being under the covers for so long so it took me a minute before I realized something severely embarrassing. Somewhere in my passing between reality and dreamland, I had wet myself for the second time today. I felt my face go red like lava as I glanced at the clock, 4:26 PM. "awh... hell" I muttered to myself under my breath. Mom was going to be home any minute and I had to act fast. A bit upset that I had slept through my very own alone time, I slumped out of bed and got dressed. After removing my old diaper and cleaning up a little, I found myself unhappily sliding boxers back over my legs. I dashed down stairs and cleverly buried my used diaper at the bottom of the trash can where I thought nobody would discover it. Heading back upstairs and swinging open my bedroom door, I shut my laptop and placed Wesley in his usual place beside my pillow. I walked once again over to the bathroom to make sure I didn't look suspicious upon my mother's arrival. Glancing up at the mirror, I gasped. Some combination of heat and static electricity had made all of my fur unimaginably fuzzy and soft. I scrambled to find something to return my fur to its original orientation, but stopped short. I could've sworn I saw that little light bulb click on over my head, when else was I gonna get a chance like this.
I darted back to my room and ran a lap around my bed while snatching up Wesley in my arms. I made sure my door was shut tight, and then quickly slid off all of my clothes. I took a quick glance down at my belly and almost melted at the sight. I had become the cutest fuzziest little fox that I ever could have imagined. I was almost living my dream, except I was missing wings and a fat little tail. I collapsed on my bed with Wesley and snuggled closer to him than I ever knew I could. I was smiling so wide that I thought my lil' jaw was gonna get stuck. I snuggled around with Wesley for almost ten minutes before in the distance I heard a faint "Russell, I'm back!" It sounded like the sound was a mile away but instantly I sprang out of bed and made a made a break for the door. Quickly backtracking to my bed I slid under the covers realizing I was as naked as a buck! "Where did you get to Russ?" I heard my mother ask herself as I heard her footfall inch nearer and nearer to my door. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Even in her search for me she remained calm and courteously inched open my bedroom door. I was awaiting a confrontation but instead heard nothing. There was a faint click as my door shut and then the footfall of my mother once again found its way to the stairs. I pondered my next move for a moment recalling my last unnecessarily quick decision had almost gotten me caught naked in the hallway. I decided to seize the opportunity and actually take a nap. After all it would be nice to get a little rest after such a stressful day. Adjusting from the awkward position I had landed in within the midst of my scramble for cover, I grabbed Wesley and pulled him under the covers with me. I don't remember exactly how long I cuddled with Wesley before I actually fell asleep but I suppose it didn't matter because eventually I shut my eyes and drifted away.
I awoke promptly on the hour at 6:00 PM to find myself staring once again over the sill of my window. The sun was behind me now slowly setting over the mountainous vista and I could tell that light was beginning to fade. My eyes were already adjusted to the dull light furnishing my room. I groggily slumped out of bed and move across my room to where I had earlier deposited my clothes. I proceeded to get dressed, and then checked to make sure my room was in a proper condition to be entered by my mother. After my room passed my self-inspection, I headed for the door. I was trying to be quiet however as soon as this thought entered my brain; I ironically advanced upon a step that let loose a particularly vocal creak. I decided to continue down the stairs, without paying tedious attention to my stealthy descent. I was greeted at the foot of the steps by my mother. "Look who's up, it's about time" she said gently as if I was still sort of sleeping. "What can I say, school tired me out I guess." I explained to my mother. "Well go find a seat at the table, dinner is almost ready." She finished, her voice trailing off into the kitchen. Approaching the dining table I daintily slid out a chair and flopped down. A few minutes later dinner arrived at the table, steak and mashed potatoes, my favorite. Once my father and mother had sat down at the table, we began to eat and talk about each other's days.
After dinner, I slid back upstairs into my room and sat down upon my bed quietly. What was I to do tonight? I could sign back in to Tales of the Dragon and continue reading, I could cuddle some more with Wesley in a fresh new diaper. For once I was open to quite a world of opportunity to indulge myself in the aspects of all my secret desires. While sighing with a bit of relief; recollecting the events of today, I removed my laptop from under my bed and flung it open on my lap. Setting the cheap netbook down upon my pillow, I found Wesley and placed him on my opposite side. I hopped off of the bed and quietly shut my door. I slowly slid my pants to the floor and kicked them to the end of my bed. I also removed my shirt exposing my cream colored belly (not as fuzzy as before). I stopped short sliding off my underwear, glancing up I noticed Wesley staring me down. I blushed heavily and quickly covered my exposed crotch with my paws extremely embarrassed that Wesley had seen me completely bare. I removed another diaper from under my bed and slid it under my rear. Taping it shut soon after, I sighed with relief, back to being a lil' fox kit again made me feel really fuzzy inside.
After quite a while of reading with Wesley I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I ignored the urge at first; too lazy to get up, but soon the problem became more serious. I realized that I really had to go but after all; I did have more freedom than I used to. I let a broad grin sweep my face at the thought of just going in my diaper. No sooner did the thought enter my mind than I felt a warm pleasing sensation across my crotch. It felt exceptionally good to wet my diaper while I was in fact awake (I guess you miss all the warmth when you're sleeping). I guess in the midst of my pleasure I dozed off into a deep sleep with Wesley in my arms.
I awoke the next morning quite suddenly to the sound of a particularly loud siren. As a reaction I quickly glanced through my window only to find my eyes would blur and I wouldn't be able to see what was emitting the violent sound. I suppose it was an ambulance or something but it didn't matter. Last night I had already changed out of my wet diaper and put out new clothes for today so I slowly slumped out of bed and got dressed. After my usual morning routine, I headed downstairs. I was greeted by my mother at the foot of the stairs with a quick "morning Russell! Did you have a nice sleep?" I assumed this was a rhetorical question because before I could answer she continued "well I'm sure you'll be quite pleased to know that the school has no power, and you have the day off" Without really thinking I inquired "why's the power dead?" I received quite an explanatory answer "car hit a pole and the power line snapped, I was informed about so by viewing the news channel this morning." (I suppose this may explain the siren which was now clearly an ambulance). We both smiled to show that we understood each other and I headed back upstairs. Utilizing my foot this time to open my door, I reached my bed and flopped down next to Wesley. It really didn't dawn on me until now that this was going to be a great day. It's almost funny how completely unaware I was of what would happen to my currently sane mind quite soon. Still clinging to yesterday's transpired events; I couldn't even imagine what I would soon discover. Part 3 Taking my usual position at my desk, I flipped open my laptop and logged on. My laptop flashed a few familiar lines of binary code which obviously was beyond the grip of my knowledge of language. This was the normal loading process, usually I try to decipher the binary code but this time I decided to allow my mind to wander. I let a smile furnish my face as I daydreamed about all the time I would have today to spend wasting away on my laptop reading the beautiful artistic stories posted on Tales of the Dragon. Eventually, I fell into a sort of trance (a daydream, if you will). I dreamed that a strange shade of orange phosphorescent light was radiating from my window sill. It was captivating and beautiful, a marvelous thing to take in. it was only a matter of time before (driven by curiosity) I stepped closer and was thrust through the black swirling tails of darkness into a completely new world. When I looked down, I found myself in a new body, I was a cute lil' green dragon. I jumped into the air in excitement and nearly collapsed from the awkward weight of the enormous green and yellow wings that lie upon my back. I was a bit confused at the time but since I happened to have magically become the one creature that exists that could make me feel like a kid again, I got over it and attempted once again to stand. I was jarred back to reality a moment later as I heard a gentle yet slightly annoying tone play in the background, alerting me that my laptop was logged on. I sighed at the fact that I was still a fuzzy lil' fox and didn't have wings to carry me away from this place. Deciding I was being irrational, I opened the web browser and once again signed in to Tales of the Dragon.
I spent most of my morning reading, for I didn't have much else to do with all the time on my hands. I subconsciously noticed the sun rising above the distant vista as it cast an increasingly intense shade of natural light across my keyboard. Eventually, I finished the story I had started a few days ago and hastily logged off. You can probably see why I became bored reading about a lil' baby dragon hatchling for two whole hours. I glanced over at the clock that lies upon my nightstand, which reported the time to be 10:29 AM. I was quite surprised and a bit ashamed at myself for spending so much time to get so little done. I decided to head down for breakfast before it was too late so with a lazy flick of my paw, I clicked the laptop closed and slouched off to the downstairs. My mother was reading the paper on the little couch in our living room. She looked quite wise in her glasses which she claimed she required strictly for reading only (she certainly does need them for everyday use, but she denies their help quite passively). On the television screen, some news channel was showing although it was clear my mother absorbed more of the news if she read it rather than mindlessly stared into the screen of the TV. Passing by to the kitchen, I swung open some cabinets and removed plates and silverware and the other things I would need for breakfast. Within a few minutes, my breakfast was ready and I was sitting at the table ready to eat. After breakfast, I trotted into the living room and sat down next to my mother, who was still reading the paper. "Good morning Russell, did you have a nice morning with no school or learning whatsoever?" she inquired in a sarcastic tone as if one day with no education would ruin my life. She leaned over and smiled "Just kidding with ya Russ!" I pondered for a moment what to say in return, however something dawned on me in the process. I could ask Husky to come over today, and maybe he could sleep over too if I got lucky.
"Hey mom," I began. She turned her head from the paper and gave me a kind glance with her beautiful eyes "Yes Russell?"
"Could Husky come over today maybe?"
"It's alright with me but you'll have to call him soon."
"I'll go call him now I guess, thanks mom!"
I made a quick dash for the phone and finishing off with a little flick of my tail, I grabbed it and dialed Husky's number. A few seconds later, his mother picked up. I asked for Husky and she called for him to pick up the phone. I was greeted with a slightly startling "Bro! Wassup can you believe it, no school!" he was being particularly loud and left my ears ringing, I tried to be a bit calmer considering my mother was reading the paper in the room next to me. We exchanged some happy thoughts about having no school but only I suggested a little sympathy for whoever hit the power line, I bet they're screaming too but probably because they have no car rather than no school. Anyways, I asked if he wanted to join me today in all the fun of no school. He suggested sleeping over which I of course agreed to. The thought of Husky sleeping over made me shiver with some weird feeling, it wasn't bad or anything, it was just weird and I could not identify it at the time. We agreed on noon for his arrival time and after exchanging goodbyes, we hung up. I informed my mother that Husky would be here at noon, and then retreated upstairs to snuggle with Wesley until Husky was here.
Time seemed to slip by fast as always when I cuddled with Wesley. Before I knew it, the clock struck noon and I knew Husky would be here shortly. I did a quick self-inspection of my room to insure that Husky wouldn't find anything suspicious (this included tucking Wesley halfway under my pillow so he wasn't necessarily out of sight but he wouldn't catch the eye). Just as I finished, I heard the distinct tone of my doorbell pierce my fuzzy ear. Reeling around, I swung open my door and headed downstairs to the front door where I was sure to find Husky. I flicked the lock and then the doorknob and with some spiffy gesture swung open the door. Quickly enough Husky's piercing green eyes met mine and we both smiled. "Wassup bro?" I heard him offer excitedly as he swung his arms wide to some sort of hugging gesture. As soon as he caught me raising an eyebrow, he dropped his arms to his sides without a word (what was up with the hugging thing?). I decided not to ask and changing to my previous facial expression of excitement, I led him in. "Hi there Husky." My mother offered kindly quickly glancing up from the paper to see his face. I suggested "Come on, let's go upstairs!" we turned and headed up the creaky steps simultaneously and in perfect rhythm.
Once we were in my room, I offered my office chair to Husky which he seemed to bypass with no notice, and instead chose to flop down on my bed. That weird feeling all of a sudden made my fur tremor once again (what the hell was that? It was starting to get pretty annoying whatever it was) Rolling my eyes (this was something I would expect of Husky) I reeled around and flopped into the office chair instead. I began with the usual small talk "so, what's happening bro, fill me in!"
"Well, it's nice to have no school in the middle of the week ya know? I needed a break." He began. We both chuckled a bit at the end because we both knew that we really didn't need a break.
"True that bro!" I returned "whatcha want to do today anyway?"
"Well, I guess you're the man with the Xbox right?" he inquired sarcastically. I sighed a bit looking over at the extremely expensive and spiffy modern gaming system my parents had gotten me for my eleventh birthday. Ever since I found Tales of the Dragon it had been gathering dust.
"That's a nice suggestion I guess!" I said excitedly. "Thank god for reckless drivers." I muttered sarcastically under my breath (we both offered a bit of a chuckle at this) I hopped over to a little nightstand in the corner which had my TV resting on top. Underneath on a little shelf was my Xbox, I clicked the power button and my TV flickered on. After a moment, the system produced some strange harmonic tone (which was usual) and following this, the logo for FurMedia appeared on the screen (game designers in case you were wondering about FurMedia) I snatched a controller and Husky made haste to grab one for himself.
"Welcome Husky," I began speaking in some futuristic voice (like that guy that does the previews for movies, you know...) "please select your gaming experience." We both smiled and Husky slightly elevated an eyebrow as if I was being lame or something.
"Well... whatcha got anyways?" he inquired.
"Half Life 2, am I right?" I suggested while somewhat pointing out the obvious (pssst... all my other games sucked)
"Now we're talkin', I've taught you well I spose'" I shot him that sly look as if to say "respect the almighty"
"Alright bro, shoot me the disk, left drawer second game down in the pile." I said trying to show off my knowledge of the games exact location as if I guarded it with my life. He swung over to my desk and slid open the drawer, he found the game quite easily given I had provided most adequate directions as to its location."Heads up!" he called as a warning that the game was incoming. He tossed the disk through the air and I was pretty surprised (as was Husky) when I caught it quite skillfully out of the air and it was left spinning around my claw. I pressed the little blue button on my FurBOX and a tray ejected on which I was to place the disk. After I did so, the tray closed and we were off to video game land for the next two hours. Part 4 two hours later
My eyes were glued to the screen which was radiating color, light and vivid sound through my head. It was one of those times where I had gotten too much into the video game and lost touch with reality. My paws were sweating quite a bit and the controller was slipping away from them. My eyes ached as did my head but I ignored it. Nothing could peel my eyes from that screen, nothing at all; I was lost in another world. Eventually, I was jarred back to reality when the controller managed to slip completely from paws and fall to the floor. In doing so, a button was pressed which caused my character to launch a grenade at Husky. "Damn it Russ, what the hell was that for!" Husky shot at me with some force (I could tell he was pissed because we had been at this match for almost a half hour) "Shut up Husky, I dropped the controller, blame the asshole floor!" I shot back. It didn't matter because the host ended the match anyways and taking my opportunity, I glanced at the clock; 5:30 PM.
"Husky, it's time for a break, don cha think?"
"Well, we been at it for almost two hours, damn, I guess you're right."
"Hey, I'm gonna take five back in the forecastle, I need a breather!" (For those of you who are sailing novices, the forecastle is the part of the ship where the crew sleeps, it's the place with all the hammocks and such. I thought it to be an appropriate name for my bed.) I hopped up from my office chair and headed over to my bed, which I flopped down upon with some tremendous force. I put my paws behind my head and started scratching my fuzzy ears. I turned slightly to see Husky click off the Xbox and the fur on his paws became damp when he touched it since the system had gotten so hot after running for two straight hours. Turning my head back to face the ceiling, I spread my legs and stretched. It felt so good to stretch my muscles after they had been still for so long. I must have been tensed up for about fifteen seconds but I quickly stopped when my paws started cramping. I let out a big sigh which before I knew it, turned into a particularly vocal yawn. Husky chuckled a bit as I tried my best to exaggerate my stretching. My shirt had lifted up a bit in the process, leaving my belly a little exposed. I smiled a little and closed my eyes as my paws found their way to my fuzzy belly. I let my claws sink into my damp fur and felt a few little shocks from static electricity. After a few seconds, I began to make some growling noise, like a purring cat, without noticing it at all. Husky reeled around and raised an eyebrow "what the hell are you doin'?" he inquired seeing me rubbing my belly and purring. I boldly returned in a little kit-like voice "rubbing my fwuzzy lil' belly?" (Oops... was that out loud!) I thought to myself "oh crap, why in the hell did I just say that!?!" I was now just waiting for Husky to begin laughing uncontrollably, my face caught afire, oh shit, I was never gonna hear the end of this. However, strangely enough, Husky started smiling and I saw him lift his paws from his side "can I help out bwother?" he stated in a clearly juvenile voice. I was about to return a smile but then it hit me; Husky just asked if I would let him rub my belly! My face went blank as did his and we both got that same WTF? Look on each other's faces. His face also caught fire and he blushed an even deeper shade of lava than me.
"Uhhh... I didn't really... mean for... uhhh..." Husky couldn't bring himself to find words. It didn't matter because I cut him short "It's alright bro, strangely enough; my heart melted when you said that..." I trailed off as I thought to myself "why the hell did I keep saying every god damn word that came to my mind!?!" Husky stated, apparently not caring what he was about to say "offer is still open I guess, hehe..." he chuckled a little and I gasped realizing that we were all of a sudden considering having a little belly rubbing fest. What transpired in the next half hour was really beyond my control. I remember it very clearly in all aspects of the five senses, but I could swear that I wasn't in that little mountainous valley for the time being. No, I was in some other world where nobody existed save me and Husky. I didn't think about anything besides what my eyes and ears allowed me to and come to think of it, I must have been there longer than a half hour. What I do know is that me and Husky were about to become much closer friends than we had ever been.
"Well... in that case... I accept your offer. I want those claws pretty deep too, just so I feel it through my undercoat." I stated blindly as if some unknown force was squeezing my thoughts directly out of my mouth (I really didn't care what I said at this point, I was just excited to have Husky rub my belly) he quickly replied with as broad a grin as ever "I'll do my best bwother!" instantly his claws made like lightning and found their way to the creamy colored fur of my belly. I started purring again even louder than before, and altogether just enjoyed my nice little massage which felt a lot better from foreign paws. After a while, I started to whimper a little because the sheer pleasure of all this was really starting to get to me. Husky simply lifted me up and threw his arms around me in a big warm and fuzzy hug. I quickly hugged back and gave him a nice little scratch behind the ear as I threw my arms over his shoulder. I tried desperately to think to myself "wasn't he tryin to hug me before or something... wait, I mean... purrrrrr..." My thoughts trailed off into nothing as Husky started to sneak his hands up my shirt and lift it up over my shoulders. "Do you mind bwother?" he asked in that incredibly juvenile (alright, I'll admit it, and incredibly adorable) kit-like voice. "It's fine Husky, you just do your thing." Okay now I really didn't know what I was saying, what did I mean by "just do your thing"? I guess I would find out soon enough but as for now I lost my train of thought. Husky slid his paws over my shoulders (still squeezing me against him quite a bit) and began to slide my shirt over my head. My ears were a bit uncomfortable as he took his time with my shirt. Just before my shirt was over my arms, I fought hard to suppress an inevitable sneeze. I lost the war with the sneeze but my arms were freed from my sleeves just in time for me to flick a paw up over my nose and catch the incoming projectiles. Husky made a gesture to fling my shirt into the corner but I made haste to grab it and quickly wiped off my slimy right paw. "That is so gross Russ!" he said while chuckling at my enormous sneeze. I tossed my shirt over toward my desk and it made a skillful landing over the chair's left arm. Seizing the opportunity to think, I closed my eyes; this was going to be a great sleepover.
I pivoted my rear in some spiffy little motion and ended up facing Husky. He appeared to be analyzing my entire body from head to tail, with a twinkle in his eye and a broad grin across his muzzle the entire time. I found myself doing the same to him until finally, our eyes met as well as our smiles. I almost fainted, what the hell was happening!?!?! Reluctantly I decided to spit something out of the blue "Husky, do you like dwagons?" (Oh crap, I've caught the contagious kit voice!) Husky's face lit up and his eyes grew so wide I thought for certain they would fly out of his head "I love dwagons, they're my very favorite!" he nearly screamed in response "why, do you love dwagons too?" I thought I was going to throw up at this point (Husky's kit-like face and accent was so unbelievably adorable that I just couldn't handle myself) between a never ending smile and rapidly expanding eyes, I managed to muster "dwagons are the best, I have one you know!"
"Really, I wanna see pwease?" Husky begged obviously thinking that I had a real dragon and not just a stuffed animal dragon. I quickly hopped up in the air and made a pounce for the pile of pillows at the end of the bed. I managed to find my way to the floor instead considering I tripped over the damn office chair. "Hehehe... you tripped, that was funny Russ." Husky called as I used the edge of the bed to once again find my legs. I stood up and rolled my eyes at a still chuckling Husky. I was careful when sitting down this time as if the bed was going to pull itself out from under me and leave me with my rear against nothing but the floor. I snatched Wesley out of his spot under the pillow and tossed him over to Husky. Husky's face lit up again as he caught him mid flight "wow, he's cool, hehe..."
"Yeah, he is pretty awesome I guess. His name is Wesley. We've been best buddies for a long time but I think he wikes you!"
"He's the coolest, wish I had a dwagon too." Husky put on a sigh momentarily but regained his smile once again in a few seconds. He quickly pulled Wesley in for a big fuzzy hug, which I soon joined and together we made a big furry pile up on the bed. After a few minutes of cuddling, we hopped out of our little fur pile and sat back in our usual places on the bed, with Wesley being in the middle of course. Without warning Husky, I began to slide my paws up the front of his shirt, which he helped me remove. I tossed it next to mine on the office chair and realized in the process something quite shocking; I'm pretty damn sure that Husky wet himself. I stared in shock at the obvious dark spot across his crotch, he must have gotten a little too into this. "H-Husky," I began shakily. He replied sensing my hesitation "Yeah Russ?" All I could muster in my throat was a feeble "Uhhh... look down..." Husky followed my orders promptly and looked down gasping. He shrieked into my ear which collapsed trying to cancel out some of the noise "What! Wait... huhhh, how could I have wet!?!" I cut him short realizing he wasn't going to stop rambling on with no words "Husky, it's alright... I'll just... wait I have an idea." (light bulb flicks on overhead) Husky looked ashamed at what he'd done so I tried my best to comfort him as I hopped to the floor and began digging around under the bed. "Husky," I began "would you object to being put in diapers, it may be a good idea?" (I had temporarily lost the kit voice and regained usual vocabulary) "No way, never! I just couldn't... not in front of you." Husky shot at me as he turned around and pouted. I shared my side of the debate by stating "what if I was in diapers too, there's nothing to be ashamed of Husky, and it's actually quite nice." Husky's glare eased a little and his pouting seized "well... only if you let me diaper you, then I will." (gasp) Husky just offered to diaper me! Wouldn't that require his paws being in a certain place (you catch my drift, right?) Well, I guess it's not so bad, after all, where else was I gonna get a chance like this. "Alright Husky, I accept, but I'm gonna diaper you because I feel that you lack the abilities to handle it yourself." Husky smiled and so did I, this was going to be the best night of my life.
In haste I snatched a couple of diapers from their usual spot under the bed. Husky watched my every move and cringed a bit. I began instructing him as he had no clue what to do "Husky, just take off your clothes and try not to be embarrassed, okay?" Husky reluctantly followed the orders and simply responded "hmph... how am I supposed to not be embarrassed? Huh..." I took the hint that this was a rhetorical question and ignored him. I caught a glimpse of him wearing no more than his soaked underwear which had some juvenile print across the back, but resisted my urge to watch realizing I was being a little pervert (he was still a little old for those underwear ,however, it wasn't such a big deal considering I was putting him in diapers) "uhhh... Russell," he began; grabbing my attention "what do I do with my uhhh... wet clothes? And uhhh... do you have something for me to uhhh... clean out my fur with? It's a little wet, I suppose."
"Sure Husky, don't worry... I'm not mad at you or anything; you don't have to be embarrassed." I tried to lighten the mood with a smile as I handed him a wipe and a towel. I saw his frown fade slightly and I looked away as he toweled off. "You ready Husky?" I began, realizing that what I just said sounded a bit suggestive in this situation. "Yeah... I guess." He stated with no emotion. "Alright then... lie down on the bed and close your eyes. Don't freak out, just enjoy this. You can put the powder on yourself, or let me do it for you; your choice. Now just relax and hold still." I instructed in full. He followed with quite some hesitation but he grew considerably less tense after he closed his eyes, and let loose a deep sigh. I carefully lifted his rear into the air just enough so that I could work with his tail, which I proceeded to thread through the hole in the back of the diaper (with quite some difficulty as his tail was an awkward shape and size) A smile easily won the war over my hesitation and swept my muzzle (his rear was so soft and warm, I just couldn't help myself) Husky still hadn't flinched but I could see a smile break out on his face as well. I let him rest once again and broke the silence with the inevitable question "Husky, do you want to rub in the powder, or should I?" There was an awkward silence which was only broken by me once again "wait... you better do it, I just don't feel comfortable with that sorta thing, alright?" Husky's face began to fill with lava, yet he simply nodded his head and replied "its okay bwother." I sprinkled some powder over his diaper area (cringing as I looked down upon his bare crotch) and left him with the honors as I turned my head away "Husky, I'm not looking; make sure you rub it in good. Just tell me when you're finished, okay?" I heard his paws rubbing deep into his fur (a good sign he was doing well) and battled my urge to watch all the while. "Bwother, can you tape me up?" he called and I promptly turned around to finish the job. I quickly brought all of the parts together and taped his diaper shut, finally we were done. "Now Husky, that was a nice experience, was it not?"
Husky chuckled a little, he was just happy to feel like a kit again. He stood up and his eyes went wide as he heard that distinct crinkling noise. He smiled bigger than I have ever seen a wolf-fox smile, and chuckled as he walked over to the office chair to retrieve his shirt. Replacing his shirt, he grabbed Wesley, who was left at the foot of the bed, and together they flopped down in a pile of pillows. I turned away and got out a diaper for myself, however it sounded as if they were hosting a hug-a-thon back there. Husky was so lost in his new world that he had apparently forgot about his side of the deal, so I just sighed in relief and slid off my shorts an undies (which were slightly less childish than Husky's). I made haste in diapering myself because I really didn't want Husky to notice. When I was finished, I also retrieved my shirt from the office chair, crinkling all the way there. I finished up the dressing process and patted my diaper, smiling a little once again (I never got tired of that sound) Husky once again sat up on the bed, leaving Wesley to slump over in the fluffy pile of pillows. We turned to each other and for the first time, I found myself lost in his eyes. They were so beautiful and captivating, such a luminescent and pulchritudinous shade of neon lime green and yellow. I had lost touch with reality within nothing more than a few seconds. I felt my eyes close softly, followed by a little voice in my head singing in some mystifying tone "love comes to you, and then after. Dream on, on to the heart of the sunrise." (This is a line from an old Yes song called Heart of the Sunrise; I didn't listen to Yes though so I didn't know what the mysterious words really meant) My eyes opened slowly and I was jarred awake with a mysterious yet exhilarating shiver that ran from the point of my jet black nose, to the furthermost tip of fur upon my silvery tail. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was all over.
"What the hell was that all about?" I thought to myself. Well, maybe I'll figure it out later, for right now I've got bigger things to handle. I glanced over at my clock; however it had no normal reading, and was no normal clock. No, this was not at all the clock I remember, it was just a little bell, a ships bell if I am not mistaking it for something rather. At its base it did display a reading in fancy calligraphy; Evening Watch. Suddenly, the bell rang out three times and I knew at once what the clock actually was. Yes it was a clock, but a clock that kept ships time, and now it was the third bell of the evening watch (for those of you who don't sail, I'll just cut to the chase, it's 9:30 PM) I recalled learning ships time from some book I had to read in school. With a little testing of my memory and tearing through file cabinets in my brain, I managed to pull out a reasonable estimate to the time. I really don't know why it was so late, but what I do know is that knowing the time made me extremely tired. I didn't really question why my old clock wasn't there because it really didn't matter. Glancing over to Husky I suggested "bwother, I'm tired, wanna go to sleep now?"
"Sure buddy, it's about time we hit the hay. Do you mind if we put Wesley in the middle though, dwagons help me sleep?"
"It's alright, we'll all be happy."
"and do you mind if I snuggle with you a lil', I just like being extra warm and cozy when I'm away from home."
I smiled brightly at Husky and chuckled softly while simply saying "you're not away from home Husky, you're here with me." He smiled back and we got under the covers and turned off the lights. We both purred a little as we wrapped our arms around each other and settled in for the perfect sleep. Just before I closed my eyes, I found one last comment in the pit of my throat "You know what Husky; we've got a lot in common. I really thought I knew you this morning, but I guess things aren't always as they seem." And with that said, I gave him a big squeeze as I closed my eyes. And slowly the music returned; presenting to my mind, a peaceful and sane offering through that golden archway to dreamland.