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Chapter One

"Previously"

By

Furry Sith Lord

I felt groggy as I lay on my back and felt grass brushing against my fur. I could feel it touching every inch of me and realized I was in only my fur. I could not see clearly but I felt a breeze and sunlight on me.

I lay there wondering how I got outside and I wondered where dad was. I tried to move but my body felt too heavy to move. Each limb really did not hurt but refused to move no matter how hard I tried.

I felt some slaps to my face and I watched as my vision began to clear. I saw a deer with a couple of bumps on his head where his antlers should be.

"Father?" I wondered if his antlers had fallen out again. I saw him frown but I felt the last of my energy drain and I passed out again.

"Lou? What's going on?" Oziah asked as he walked over to his adopted son. Lou was still young and was beginning to go through puberty. His antlers were beginning to grow and he still looked like a young fawn despite the expensive suit he wore.

"I'm not sure father, I heard a noise and found this... white tiger laying on the ground in only his fur." Lou replied as his voice carried a bit of annoyance.

"Did he say anything?" Oziah asked as he walked over and looked down at the white furred tiger. It lay there, peacefully, sleeping without any clothing on.

"He called out for his father." Lou replied.

"His parents must have tossed him here to get rid of him. Species with rare white fur like him are considered bad luck." Oziah said as he used the edge of his shoe to nudge the white tiger cub to see if he would move.

"Aren't they?" Lou asked and he became immediately silent as his father gave him a cold hard look.

"I would have thought you were smart enough to stop believing in cub books. I fear we may have to deal with him until we can find a way to get rid of it." Oziah replied Lou frowned as he looked on the ground and when he saw that his father was not looking he gave the tiger a swift kick.

"What do you want done with it?" Lou asked casually and he already guessed that he was going to have and call a servant to dispose of it. It seemed like the tiger was close to being his age so he wondered why his family had not gotten rid of him sooner.

He feared his father was wrong and that maybe the tiger was thrown here because of some sort of hazing ritual or had been bullied. It still did not explain why he was on their lawn but they'd have top wait for the trespasser to wake up before they could learn anything.

"What's all this noise about out here?" A young adult female stalk said as she walked over to Lou. He tried to hide that he was grinding his teeth as he heard her approach. She tended to get on his nerves with how bossy she was and how she did not treat him with the dignity he deserved being his father's son.

"Ah yes, maid. Father has instructed me to tell you..." Lou began as his tone became a condescending one he used when referring to the hired help.

"Call me maid again and I'll slap the taste outta your mouth. You must be tired of the grass you've been eating and I'll be glad to rid you of the taste of it." She interrupted him as she put her fists on her hips. Lou sighed and tried to not let his annoyance show. His father had warned him about starting trouble with the servants.

She stood there staring at him and as much as he did not want to he knew he had to apologize to her to make her happy.

"I'm sorry, I," he tried to say but was interrupted again.

"That's better." He forced himsel;f to smile all while he thought about firing her once he took charge of the company.

"Ahem... father and I found this... thing on the lawn."

"Would you look at that? Poor thing, wonder what happened to him?" She said as she walked over and picked Tyger up. He moaned slightly but was still unconscious and she carried him then gave a side glance at Lou and he quickly followed her giving instructions on where to bring the tiger.

Not that she was listening because she brought him, despite Lou's protests, to the nearest guest room and placed him on the bed and covered him with the blankets. She made sure his head was against one of the pillows then gave his head a quick kiss to make it feel better and she left. Lou just stood there speechless and fuming as he watched her ignoring him.

"Listen you white piece of shit! I've lived here too long to let the likes of you get in my way! I was a slave once but never again. He's my father now and you won't rob him from you, do you hear me?!" Lou said as he leaned in close to Tyger. He waited to see if there was any reaction but as Tyger just lay there sleeping he gave up and left the room.

He thought about ways he could prove himself to his father so that he would stay and the white tiger would be gotten rid of. Even though it was in a cub's book his father must see the danger of having a rare white fur species around. If anyone found out they might be ruined and the weapons his father sells to the government might be cut off. No one would buy from a business owner having a white creature living with him.

I woke up some time later and rubbed my eyes as I felt the sheets covering me. I looked around as my vision cleared and I saw someone sitting in a chair near the bed.

"Dad?" I called out then my eyes cleared and I saw an adult deer sitting there looking at me. His pelt was a lighter color than my father's was and he wore square glasses on his face. He looked angry and his twisted antlers seemed to show the type of species he was.

"Sorry," I replied bashfully but he glared at me emotionless.

"That is quite alright." He replied coolly.

"Where am I?" I asked as I looked around and the place seemed familiar.

"You are in my mansion," I jumped as he said it. "My son found you on our lawn and you were in only your fur. Care to explain how this all happened?" He continued and I looked under the sheets and saw that I was still in only my fur as I lay in the bed.

"I dunno. The last thing I remember is I was in a warehouse with my dad and I think I was struck by lightning." I said as I tried remembering everything before passing out.

"Your dad works in a warehouse?" he asked as he slightly raised an eyebrow.

"No he owns it."

"Is your family wealthy?" he asked and I saw a slight grin on his face. Something about my family having money had peaked his interest. I guessed he might be figuring that my dad would give him a reward for returning me.

"Yes... we are the major manufacturers of electronics in the world."

"Electronics? Like electricity?" He looked at me confused. I looked at him wondering why he did not know about electronics in general. Everyone knew what they were and how they had advanced us as species.

"No, computers and other electronics that use a battery source to operate." I tried to explain.

"Oh, you mean tech." Oziah replied and I finally understood how he thought and was surprised he was using outdated terminology. I nodded and Oziah leaned towards me then continued.

"Who is your dad? I'm not familiar with any adult tigers running in my circles."

"My dad isn't a tiger, he's a wolf." I said and Oziah opened his eyes wide in disbelief. I could not help but be surprised that such a thing would shock him.

"How is that possible?" He asked.

"My father, a deer, had his paw tied to a wolf, my dad..."

"What?!?!!!!" Oziah cried out and I stared at him as if he was crazy. I was having trouble figuring out why different species could not get their paws tied together.

"My brother and I were sold as slaves," Ozisah sneered at my mention of the word slave. "My dad convinced my father to buy us and they freed us and transferred their blood into us making us their natural born sons." I explained and I saw Oziah lean back and he stared silently at me as if pondering what I said. I felt as if my father was staring at me which he usually did before he grounded me.

"Is your brother a white tiger also?" Oziah asked and he regained his composure the way my father used to. It was creepy how much he was like my father and to think that species used to talk about how I act like father.

"No sir, he's a white lion."

"So your parents had an affinity for rafre white fur species. Was there any particular reason behind it?" He asked coldly.

"Dad first approached us when we were in our cages and he thought we were cute. He convinced father to buy us and after haggling with Master Fox," I saw a glimmer of recognition flash across Oziah's face as I mentioned the name. "Father was able to buy both of us for the price of a normal slave."

""Such an inferior deal. Had it been myself I could have gotten you for one third of the price of a regular slave." he said smugly and I blinked hard in disbelief because everyone praised my father on his negotiation skills and here this stranger was mocking him. He saw the look on my face and grinned slightly.

"You disagree with my assessment?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied after a long pause as I thought about my words carefully. "My father is praised on his negotiation skills. You would find it quite a different story if you had actually met him." I replied coolly to show that his remark had not bothered me. He folded his hooves under his chin as he leaned in to look at me.

"Who is your father that I can question him and prove if your hypothesis is true?" He asked. I wondered if he would laugh at me once I told him that my father had just died. Dad could prove it to him but he would definitely think I was a liar. His piercing eyes behind those glasses shook my confidence and made me wish I was anywhere that here.

"That may be hard," I started to say and the maid came in and I jumped at how young she looked.

"Your son is packed up and ready to return to school when the semester starts." She said and she saw me staring and turned to smile at me nervously.

"Thank you." Oziah replied but his words were lost as I suddenly jumped in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her and she looked at me strangely. "Is dad here? Is he alright?"

"Excuse me?" She said and we both turned to look at Oziah.

"Do you both know each other?" he asked us.

"Sorry but he may be confused because we've never met before. Maybe I look like someone you know." She replied and I thought it over a moment then nodded incredulously because it seemed uncanny how much she looked like a younger version of our maid. I thought about it and maybe she was a relative or a younger sister that I did not know about.

Oziah seemed to be thinking the same thing I was when he spoke up to clarify.

"Could you have a relative he may know?"

"No one related but there is a rumor that everyone has a twin, so maybe he met mine." she replied and I looked down to my lap as I sat upright in the bed. Oziah leaned back and placed his folded hooves on his lap.

"Anyway, I hope you don't mind but I asked your son to share some clothing with...our guest here. I figure we don't want him to be indecent and having species think it was our doing." She replied and Oziah nodded.

"Which reminds me, we never formally introduced ourselves to each other. My name is Oziah Cervus-D and I am the current CEO of Antler's Weapon Corporation." He replied and I flinched again as he had the same name as my grandfather.

The maid snapped her fingers and a fawn that was close to my own age entered carrying a pile of clothing in his hooves. I hoped the clothes were elastic because judging by his size they would be too small on me. The fawn looked downward as if embarrassed that the maid was giving him orders. He remained silent as he carefully placed the pile on the bed and took a step backward.

I could smell the anger and humiliation coming off him and I thought I saw him grinding his teeth as he kept his face lowered. I leaned forward and examined the clothes. The first thing that caught my attention was that he had a pair of white briefs and I was surprised that someone my age would be wearing briefs because when I tried wearing them at Bearly Academy I'd get picked on.

Honestly, I loved them because they kept my junk in place and I didn't have to go searching for the opening like I sometimes had to with boxers. The other thing was that I had an underwear fetish and seeing Ben in briefs definitely turned me on, though he only wore them when we were fooling around. We rarely had time to be alone without fear of someone disturbing us.

I took the briefs and put them aside after I held them up briefly and they looked at me strangely as I set them aside. I guessed they figured I'd put them on immediately but I was more interested in seeing what he had brought to make sure the whole outfit would fit.

I was relieved that her had brought a white shirt and a blue pair of sweatpants but when I saw Bearly Academy written on them I realized they were the gym clothes we used at school.

"Alright," I said smiling. "My school's clothes." I remarked and I saw all three staring at me again in disbelief. I lowered the pants and tried not to blush under the weight of their scrutiny.

"You go to Bearly Academy?" The fawn asked in disbelief.

"Yeah that's where my parents met so they sent me and my brother," I started to say but both the fawn and Oziah corrected me.

"My brother and I." They said in almost unison.

"...there." I said finishing my thought. "Speaking of which, the new semester is going to begin in a few days. I need to go home and make sure everything is ready." I added and the fawn glared at me.

"Which class are you in? My son will b e starting his sophomore year there." Oziah said.

"Oh, I'm halfway through my freshman year." I said.

"Halfway?!" The fawn said in either confusion or disbelief. The only thing about him I knew for certain was that he hated me for some reason.

"He may have started late." Oziah remarked. I was going to correct him but decided against it. I did not seem to be well liked here so why antagonize them? The holidays had just passed and I'm surprised they thought I was starting late.

I observed the fawn and could not remember seeing him before even with the older classes I think I would have seen him. He seemed smart like I am so I would have thought he hung around with species like myself that were more involved in mental activities rather than physical ones. Plus, giving away his gym outfit showed he cared little for physical activities because my brother would never part with his.

"You seem surprised." Oziah remarked As I finally rose and began to get dressed.

"I was surprised that your son gave me briefs. I love to wear briefs but the others at school make fun of you when you don't wear boxers." I said and the fawn raised his head and glared at me.

"What do you mean? Boxers?" he asked.

"Short for boxer shorts," I replied and he opened his mouth silently indicating he understood.

"Why wouldn't I wear briefs? Only fat species wear boxer shorts." He stated and I nearly fell hearing him say that. I never heard anyone at the school ever say that before.

"Fat species?!" said softly in disbelief.

"Anyway, you can return the clothes once you wash them in my room. I'm in room 269 Prey side with the other deer." he replied and I nodded that I understood. "The underpants you can keep. I'd prefer not to get them back after having someone else wear them."

"Thanks," I mumbled at him. The clothes were still a little small on me but the elastic held on. I tried being careful because I felt too much activity might break them.

"You still haven't told me who your parents are so I can get you back into their care?" Oziah asked me.

"Well we should get going, we still have lots to do to get the young master ready." The maid said and she ushered the fawn out despite his protests.

"Are you a part of any clubs I might know?" he yelled to me as he tried to fight her off unsuccessfully.

"I'm part of the chess club and a few others. If I'm not watching my brother play football then you might see me around there or the library." I tried shouting to him and for once his eyes lit up. The maid paused as Oziah cleared his throat allowing the fawn to continue.

"I like both of those places too. I'm surprised I never saw you before because surely I would recognize someone as... colorful as you are." he said.

"My father and I play all the time and I kick his butt every time, so don't expect an easy win." I retorted and he seemed to smile at me for the first time.

"We shall see then, won't we?" he asked and the maid then grabbed him and led him away.

"It seems my son has finally made a friend." Oziah mused then turned to face me again.

"Oh my father is Lou Cervus-D and my," I started.

"WHAT? Is this a joke?!"

"No," I asked suspiciously.

"So you have a father that has the same name as my son?" he asked incredulously.

"Your son? You mean that fawn is named Lou like my father is?... er was."

"What do you mean, was?" he asked as he stood up and crossed his hooves across his chest.

"My father died recently. But he's a full grown adult and your son is a fawn. They can't be the same. Wait a minute, you said your name is Oziah? And you have a son named Lou?"

"Yes."

"But that's impossible!" I exclaimed.

"Why?"

"It doesn't make any sense." I muttered to myself and he reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Either you explain yourself or I'll have one of my security guards beat the stripes off your fur." he threatened and the look of rage in his eyes made me swallow hard as I realized he meant it.

"Have you ever heard of anyone named Eastwood?" I asked as I remembered the letter my grandfather sent. If he was my grandfather then he'd know who I was. I could not believe that he and his son had the same names as my father and grandfather.

"No I don't believe I ever had the pleasure." he replied dryly.

"So you don't know who I am." I said to myself as I tried to figure out what was going on.

"No Mr. Eastwood, is there a reason why I should know who you are?"

"Just trying to disprove a theory.... Wait a minute, what did you call me?"

"Eastwood... your name... apparently." He replied and I got that sinking feeling in the pit of my tummy.

"Oh boy," I replied.

Lou shrugged off the maid's grip as she dragged him away to leave the tiger and Lou's father to figure out how to get him home. She was annoyed that Lou had been his usual grumpy self even though the tiger had tried to reach out to him and make friends.

"Did you have to act like that?" she complained and he sighed deeply not being in the mood for her nonsense.

"Like what?"

"Like a jackass. That boy wakes up and has no clue where he is or what's going on and you acting like a jealous little boy." she said then she changed her voice to try and sound like Lou. "Uhhhhh wash my clothes because you're a dirty white fur but keep the underwear cuz I'd never wear anything that actually touched you." She mocked.

"I never said that!" he protested.

"Didn't you?" she replied.

"It's a guy thing I've been around enough guys at school that you gotta spell stuff like that out or they'll return your clothes dirty and smelly. The underwear is true though because no one wants to wear something another guy wore. I gave him a brand new pair I had so he could feel better about not wearing anything my boys touched." Lou explained but the maid looked at him skeptically and he lowered his ears under her glare. He took a deep breath and tried to regain his confidence because had his father known how weak he was right now he'd be berated for not taking control and keeping up the family's respect.

"Besides, why do you even need an explanation? One day I will be in charge of the company and it's things like this that will lead me to dismiss you as part of my staff." Lou said trying to regain his composure and confidence.

"You know your father tried to warn me about something like like and do you know what happened?" She said and Lou shook his head. "He got a actually spanking from me that set his ass straight real quick. He was a grown adult when I did it so believe me I won't hesitate to do the same to you if you are gonna keep acting foolish." She said and began to walk away as he stared after her. He could believe her story...yet his father did tend to give her a lot of leeway.

"Just because your an adult and my father expects me to show adults proper respect doesn't mean you get to bully me." Lou said his voice a few octaves less than whining. She gave him a cold hard look then she reached out and pull up his shirt and began to rub his belly. Had Lou keen a cat he would have been purring.

He instantly forgot what he was talking about and protested her stopping when she tried to get away. He knew that she was babying him but right now he did not care. The belly rubs felt great even if she was treating him like a fussy baby.

To Be Continued...