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The following is a work of original gay furotica by me David Bennett. Any characters with the exceptions of Real people, or the characters of Neil, Micah, Khris, Hillary, Lindsay, Collin, and Elijah are my characters. The aforementioned names are characters of Kitsune25 and are used at her permission. You can use my characters if you ask me first.

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(Author's Note: Story 7 has been lost due to circumstances beyond my controll. The basic plot of the missing segment is explained, but if you don't want to skip segments, then don't read this. Stop reading! Go! For those that want a spolier keep reading. A brief summary to tide you over is that an Earthquake strikes LA, the Bank 1 or US Bank tower of LA collapses next to the Churchill estates, and Renee and his friends are all stuck indoors. There is an awesome orgy scene where Renee and Asher finally yiff, after it's revealed that Asher is a TOTAL VIRGIN! That's about it.)

"Winning For Once"

"Easy now, I got him."

"Careful, mind his head, he isn't doing to well."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Oh and shhh...the last thing we want is Fletcher hearing us, he'll have a field day."

"Right, that Fletcher is an ass."

"Oh jeez, good thing we found him, I don't think he would have made it."

"Oh he would have, but I think those people in the bar would have had their way with him...then who knows what could have happened.

"Right..."

"Hold on, I'm losing him. Here, set him down and I'll just Fireman's carry him the rest of the way."

"You sure? He's got to be 250, all muscle. You think you can handle that?"

"No problem Jicentia, just set him down and I'll do it."

"Ok Sparky, I'll keep lookout."

Sparky and Jicentia Debarough, spouses in racing, were carrying my unconscious body up the stairs and through the hallway to our room. I was drunk...very...very drunk. I had gone out drinking - duha. It was Christmas, or the last remaining hours of it. I was so depressed, that I ran out of the house while opening the presents, found a gay bar across town, and proceeded to make an ass of myself. I had downed 14 Mike's Hard Lemonades, 5 Bacardi's, 10 Schmirinoff Ice's, about 7 shots of Jack Daniels, and 5 shots of Jager. The last thing I remembered was hugging Hillary before falling out of my stool. I then drifted into the sea of drunken dreams; only those that have been near-death drunk know what I am talking about...dreams so odd yet so lucid they seem to be your reality.

My body gave a few lurches, as I was set down. They both stepped back, as Sparky instinctively rolled me onto my stomach, and allowed my body to puke down the stairs. Oh the stench they had to smell...I don't envy them. I know the stench of alcohol-laced vomit all too well. Jicentia checked me out to see if I was conscious, but no, it was a reaction my body made on it's own. When my body had finished with the convulsions and contractions of vomiting, Sparky whipped my mouth with a hanky, and picked me up in a fireman's carry, my chest lying across his shoulders and back of the neck.

"Well, better he got that shit out of him now...that may help him later." Jicentia said, ribbing my unconscious head softly."

"Yeah..." Sparky said through a grunt. "But lets double time it."

The pair, ran up the last 3 flights of stairs, and took me slowly through the hallway to our home. The hall was still dusty from the collapse of the Bank 1 Tower a few days before, and the paintings that I never even noticed were there on the walls were all askew from the numerous aftershocks we were going through. There were nonstop search parties that were searching through the rubble for survivors, and the empty apartments on the floors below were being used as temporary housing and triage units for the soldiers and survivors.

The day after the orgy, Christmas Eve, I had thrown on my denim pants, and pulled my hair back as a soldier gave me some combat boots to help search through the rubble. All of us helped...oh yes. Chong for I think the second time since I had known him had overcome his permi-fry and had got ready to help too. Bob played instrumental. He, along with 42 other feral canines had used their keen scenting abilities to help find survivors and bodies alike.

That was what I dreamed of. I dreamt I was there again. I was standing, topless and with my hair tied back in the tightest braid ever. Around my neck was my inverted cross, I wore it for luck. My skintight wranglers were tucked into the ARMY combat boots I was given. In the dream, it was near 1 in the afternoon, or 1300. I was in the middle of the rubble, probably around what would have been the 50th or 40th floors. The Bank 1 building was fucking huge, and the fact that it had collapsed sideways rather than straight down made a major difference in how this operation was going to be run. We had to work fast, and dig dig dig.

So there I was in my dream...thick leather work gloves on, whipping the sweat from my brow. I think in the back of my head I knew If I was just working construction I would have had time to realize how sexy I looked...being all butch, but then wasn't the time. I dug and dug, working my hands raw. Furs from all over the US had come to respond to the disaster. I met men from Georgia, some from Oklahoma, and others from only as far away as Portland.

It was when I dug, that something grabbed my ankle. I screamed, and turned around, ready to smack it instinctively with my shovel, when I saw it was a bloody paw. I called again for quiet and help as some more officers came my way. Only five could be spared. The person was caught under some metal beams and some concrete, and the person didn't speak at all. I then moved in with the officers, and decided to gung-ho it. I grabbed a beam, and began to lift. It was a cursed and heavy thing if there ever was one. But, as my muscles bulged, my adrenaline pumped, and my face seared with heat and pain, the first beam budged and I moved it off. Two to go. The other officers moved in and helped me, as I was in a rage to free this person. The second one was lighter than the first, it was only halfway covering the person anyway. The third was the heaviest, it was a main support beam, and therefore rather weighty. It took us two tires, but we got that off of the person, as the hand was moving slower. The concrete slabs were easy to move, yet cumbersome nonetheless, as we threw them off to the side.

When we were threw, a young to middle aged ferret lay with a shard of metal in his throat. We were all shocked. He was breathing...but he couldn't speak. The worst part was, his wound had regenerated around the shard, leaving it stuck in his throat. I leaned in, I was the person who found him, and I did have medical training.

"Can you hear me?"

The man nodded and made a rasp.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you...try again if it dosent hurt to much."

I moved my ear as close to him as I could, letting it rest on his lips.

"-ere's...y...on..."

I didn't understand it.

"What was that? Just stay calm medics are coming."

The man then summoned all his strength and pointed into a crevice.

"My...son..." He said softly.

"Oh! Here let them get you out of there and I'll look."

It took the medics about 10 minutes to cut him out, but the first survivor was cleared out. I moved into the hole, and it didn't take long for me to find the boy. I shot out of the hole quickly...and threw up.

The boy's head had been crushed between two rocks...and laid there motionless. However, the body was still warm to the touch, leading me to believe that the father had been cradling a lifeless body the whole time. I lost it.

That was what caused me to go drinking...that image. I had seen death once before, but twice...was too much.

I was put down on their couch in my living room. It was very late, so everyone else was asleep. They shushed one another and sat down into the kitchen.

"I'm going into the fridge for something to eat." Warned Sparky. For some reason...I was conscious enough to hear them, but I wasn't sure what was going on.

"Well be quiet. Renee has had it hard...and remember that you have a race tomorrow." Jicentia whispered softly.

There came a snicker from Sparky as he reached into the fridge and produced some more of Asher's specialty pizza. "And you have a race tomorrow too! You are my captain, my mechanic, and the head of the pit crew. If anything, you got the harder job hun.

Jicentia cracked his knuckles. "Hun, how long we been married?" He asked at short.

Sparky sighed. "Not this again."

"Answer the question Sparky."

There was silence from Sparky, defiance perhaps. If I was able to open my eyes I would have watched. But I listened, thinking highly of how smart both of them were, and yet they quarrel so.

"Fine then. We've been married for 10 years Sparky...10 years. You are still that cocky and arrogant man I married when it came to racing. Hun, you are philosophical and insightful; these are traits that I love in you not the others. Arrogance has it's advantages yes, but mix that in with your cocky streak and you have a toxic mix. You wonder why you haven't won a race?"

"It's the car, Im telling you-" Began Sparky, but his own rant didn't last long.

Jicentia lightly slapped his hand against the table and whispered through his teeth. "It is NOT the car! The car can rot for all I care. That car is nothing without it's driver, and you are nothing without that car when it comes to racing. That car can perform as well as I want it to, and it will perform to the expectations of the driver...if the driver will take the reigns properly." Said Jicentia...for the first time this night sounding really angry. I had to admit, the otter had some spunk!

"It's the press Jicentia, you know what they've been saying!"

"Oh forget the goddamned press!" Said Jicentia, accidentally raising his voice for a moment. When he had collected himself he continued. "Sparky, what's with these excuses? You know who makes up excuses? Losers make up excuses Sparky. I'm getting tired of your excuses. 'It was the car', 'the press had me all worked up', 'that driver pissed me off'; really Sparky I can do without them. Now..." Jicentia said, trying to calm down again. "Now I am also tired of the press too. I'm tired of telling them why we lost. I don't make up excuses. You know I say that I feel that it was your fault...and do you know how much that hurts me?"

"It hurts to lose, but why tell them the truth? Why not say it was the crew? Or the engine?" Sparky said in a sigh.

"Because it's not the crew's problem or the engine. That engine hasn't performed this well in years, and that crew is the best we've had bar none. The only thing that's holding you back from victory lane is you. You are too self doubting. If you would just...get some damn balls behind the wheel like you do the rest of the time, then we wouldn't have this problem."

"Yeah, but what if I cause another accident, like I did at Pensacola? I don't want someone else to get hurt..." Said Sparky. I could hear sobs behind his voice. What had happened? He crashed? This was news to me.

There were several moments of silence, before Jicentia talked again. "You know that's why you spent nearly 6 months in seclusion at the Catling's place right? It was bad, Now lets not go there again. I don't want you to go back to that. I want you to have some confidence and get out of this rut you're in."

"Ok." Was all Sparky said.

"Now...what are you?"

"Huh?"

"What are you?" Asked Jicentia, a little stronger this time.

"I'm a cheetahling."

"That's right! Now what are cheetahs best at?"

"Running."

"And that's because they have?"

"Great speed?" Sparky said, sounding a bit happier.

"Yes, and they also have?"

"Great dexterity...and can dodge things that some creatures cant."

"And that means?"

"That I can take corners better, and run faster on straight-aways."

"And that means?" Said Jicentia, sounding very enthusiastic.

"That means that I can outrace anyone that tries to go up against me."

"And that means?"

"It means tomorrow I'm going to win!" Said Sparky, renewed with a sense of hope.

"Great! See baby, that's what you need to do. You need to remember that you are a great creature, and you posses natural racing skill! It's in you genes."

"Really? I thought your hand was in my jeans." Joked Sparky.

With that the pair laughed, and took some well needed time to eat, and strip, and eventually help me into the fold-out bed with them. I play-slept while they stripped me and helped me into bed, but I was still very drunk. I would be better in the morning.

"Morning!" Came a cheery voice.

No...it couldn't be, they had just put me into bed a few seconds ago.

"I said MORNING!" Came the voice again as a pillow fwapped me across my panty-clad buttocks.

My head rang with the impact. I wasn't hung over miraculously...but I was a wee nauseous. I swatted at the person and opened my eyes. Lo and behold it was morning. About 6 Am. Everyone was up. Most of the guys were in the kitchen helping themselves to omelets ala Asher. Asher was the greatest cook I had ever known...and to be honest, ever since losing his virginity to me, he has been so happy. He hasn't stopped cooking or working, and works out incessantly on his days off. Asher was nearly twice the size he was when we had first moved. It was wonderful that the day after Christmas we were all here and doing so well, despite the fact that many families were not.

"Come on you sleepy head."

I turned to face who kept speaking to me. I smiled. It was Rowdy. Rowdy was wearing a black-t, a black doo-rag with his cornrows coming out the back, and some tight jeans. I shook my head and sat up. Everyone was dressed by now, and everyone looking their best.

"Renee Hun, I want you to try to be dressed soon. I have a special guest today that I want you and the guys to meet."

I ran a hand through my hair and nodded. "Sure." I stood, and staggered a little bit towards my room, and found some clothes. I grabbed my white jeans that were skintight, and my pink cutoff sleeveless t-shirt that read "porn star" on the cover. Well, if that wasn't blatant advertisement...

I stepped out into the living room and into the kitchen. I sat and helped myself to some wonderful breakfast, as we all discussed plans. It was pretty mundane, but we all planned to go the race. Sparky and Jicentia were participating, Chong was planning to scope out some of the action up close so as to satisfy his permi-fry, Asher would be working the Pesti's Pizza booth, and Rowdy would be sitting in the stands with his guest. We all asked who the guest was, but Rowdy wouldn't say. He kept saying that it was a secret, and we'd all know when he got there.

It wasn't for another 30 minutes before anything happened. The doorbell rang, and like a bullet, Rowdy bolted for the door. He undid the locks, and opened it.

"Hey there Tyrell! You're looking good!"

"You don't seem that bad yourself."

"How long has it been kid? 5 years?"

"Seems like it."

We all tried to get a peek at whom he was talking to, but Rowdy's huge frame made that VERY hard.

"Wow, you do look good. How's Portland treating you?"

There was a scoff. "The usual; The Broken Chain and the Silverbacks will never stop fighting, and school is always a treasure..."

"I bet. Say, why don't you come in and meet the guys?"

"Are you sure they'll like me?"

"They'd better."

Rowdy turned around, as we all had gathered in a small crowd around the door. Everyone was curious to see whom it was. Rowdy placed his hands on his hips and smiled.

"Guys...I'd like to introduce...Tyrell...heir to the Silverback throne, and my friend."

With that, Rowdy stepped out of the way, and we all were in shock at what we saw. It was a gray and black stripped tabby, only...not normal. The boy had to be 15 years...and very sexy in his right. He was very thin, and wore pants that were so tight, yet lo cut that they showed the beginnings of his abdomen lines and countered him perfectly. He wore a black biker's vest...but that wasn't what made him odd. What made him odd was the white flexible cane in his hand with a red tip, and the fact that his eyes were completely scarred over, and shut. This was the boy that Rowdy had raped...wasn't it. Tyrell took a few steps in, moving the cane about as he looked very nervous. He was missing his tail, and all over his sexy chest and abs were little nicks and scars.

"H-hi everyone." He said, smiling weakly, and waving to the group.

"My god!" Said Asher, but he was soon elbowed by like all of us.

"Shh...be polite." Jicentia warned.

"It's ok sir." Said Tyrell as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some rather awesome looking sunglasses. "Is that better?"

"It's an improvement, no disrespect meant." I said.

The boy shrugged. "None taken, I get it all the time. You should see it when I shower in public. People see my tail stub and the scars on my groin and my back and want to know what happened."

Rowdy looked down at the floor and shook his head.

"Oh now stop that Rowdy, or should I say Blackball? That's all in the past."

Rowdy seemed to cringe at the sound of his old nickname used in that context. "Yeah but I fucked up your life."

Tyrell scoffed and looked around blankly at all of us. "No, you didn't fuck it up, you saved it. Thanks to you Rowdy, the last thing I saw was how bad gang life could be. That's why I'm working together with Goat to try to bring down the rivalry.

"Sorry to babble on with Rowdy, how rude. I'm Tyrell." He said, extending his right hand randomly towards us. Chong leaned forward and shook it.

"Chong at your service." He said with a smile. The teen laughed.

"Nice name." Tyrell said, pulling his hand back for a moment and extending it again.

"I'm Asher at your service." Said Asher, shaking his hand firmly.

Tyrell laughed once again. "You are the night manager at a pizza joint aren't you?" Tyrell asked. Asher was amazed how he knew that.

"How do you know that?" He asked, a wide grin forming on his face.

"I knew it because you smell of exotic pizzas. Often times, at night, you get the people who order rather strange flavor combinations, and that makes for unique odors. You smell like that."

Asher lifted his arm and sniffed. We all made snickers. "No not like that" I said.

One by one we introduced ourselves. Tyrell seemed rather glad to meet Sparky and Jicentia, having been following their racing team for years. Then he met me.

"Tyrell? Rowdy's told me all about you. Let me say that it is a pleasure to meet you." I said shaking his hand. "Name's Renee Morningstar, also known as Ne-ne."

The teen the pulled his hand back as if mine were fire and had an amazed look on his face. "You're Renee Morningstar? I've heard about you too! Wow...can I touch your face?" He asked, stepping forward.

"Sure, no harm in that." I said, leaning in. The teen reached out, and began to explore my face. He had such a look of happiness on his face, he couldn't hide it.

"You are more beautiful than he described to me. You are...amazing." He said, running his fingers delicately over my muzzle. For some reason I felt like crying, and hugging this teen like he was my long-lost son or something...isn't that what usually happens in the soaps?

"Thank you Tyrell."

There were a few more moments silence, before Sparky interjected. "Um darlings? We have to be at the track in an hour, I suggest that we all hop too and chop chop. Renee, Tyrell, Jicentia, Chong and I will ride in the LTD. Rowdy you and Asher can ride in that new CRX of yours.

Huh? New CRX? "But, Asher doesn't own a CRX?" I said in confusion, while Tyrell's hands had moved towards my ears.

Asher laughed. "Man you must've really got drunk last night. It was my present from Rowdy. I guess you could call it a...intention present." Asher said looking happily at Rowdy. The room fell even more silent, even Tyrell gasped and pulled his hands away from me.

"What? You mean?" Tyrell began.

"Yeah...um...as of yesterday morning Asher and I are officially an item." Rowdy said, blushing under his white fur."

"No... Really?" I said with pleasant enthusiasm. It would be SO awesome if that really was true.

"Yes, it's true. We've been kind of dating non officially for the longest time...almost 7 months now. After the whole orgy thing, and seeing that finally he had lost his virginity...I wanted to ask. I had alredy bought the car...but thankfully it all fell into place." Rowdy said, gushing so bad that he couldn't look at us. We all gasped and rushed Asher and Rowdy, hugging them both and wishing them both the best as we all walked down the stairs to the front entrance of the apartment building. Next to the LTD was a black Honda CRX with a green red and white stripe going down the sides. It must have been for Asher's Italian heritage. The car was awesome, and decked out with the latest stuff, even though it was an old car. Jicentia gave it the once-over...and then the twice-over...and for the first time in his life the thrice-over. He was thoroughly impressed by this CRX.

"How much did this car cost?" Jicentia asked. "This thing has all the best parts, some better than we at Nascar can even get." He said in admiration.

"Heh...I'll tell ya later Jicentia." Rowdy said, slipping into the passenger side, as Asher slipped into his car. Asher was dressed in his Pesti's uniform, but had taken the sleeves off, because of how absolutely buff his arms had become. They looked perfect for one another. We all hopped into the LTD, and I rode in the front seat with Tyrell cuddling into me on the front bench. We had to share a belt because of how old the car was. Jicentia was driving, and Sparky and Chong shared the back. We pulled off and all any of us could talk about was Asher and Rowdy...this was VERY pleasant news.

"I am still in shock." Jicentia admitted as we took a corner.

"Tell me about it, that was one of the last things I expected. I thought both of them would be single forever!"

I scoffed and nodded. "You aren't the only one. You got to remember I share my bed with Rowdy. But, I think now that's going to change."

"That will definitely change living arrangements. I mean, you have us in the living room, and then you'd have Asher and Rowdy in their room. That leaves Chong." Said Sparky, elbowing Chong playfully.

"Hey...I'm not some...some kind of towel or something..." Chong said...too permi-fried at the moment to even know what was going on over the fact that Asher and Rowdy were together.

"Well, perhaps this means that I'll have my room to myself...well and Bob of course."

"What about Neil? Why don't you let him move into your room?"

I gulped and shook that off. "No...he's got a home, I don't think he'd like living in my room." I said sadly.

"Who's Neil?" Asked Tyrell, cuddling me softly.

"Neil Simonsen, my boyfriend."

Tyrell looked confused. "Have I met him yet?"

Sparky shook his head and patted the boy's shoulder. "No kid, not yet. But you may tonight."

"I hope so. Any man to be Renee's boyfriend must be a really great guy."

We all nodded and made affirmative sounds.

"Yeah...Neil's a great fuck..." Said Chong...who seemed to find a fascination with sucking on the tip of Sparky's tail. Either Sparky had no clue or he was letting him.

I turned around and made an angry face. "You wouldn't know. The last person to fuck you was Rowdy...so shut up."

"Hey...how come we never see you two fucking?" Asked Chong, stopping the sucking for a moment.

"That's none of your business. Now shut up before I sock you!" I threatened. Chong quieted, and went back to deep throating the tail. I grunted and sat forward, and absently groped at the chest of the boy. He purred and leaned into me.

"So, tell me about yourself Tyrell." I said, changing the subject.

He purred and ran a hand across my arm...getting to know me slowly.

"Well, I'm 15 years old. I live in Portland, Oregon. I have no siblings, and I am working to destroy my father's gang...like I said." He said, purring still.

"So, you have a love?" I asked, casually.

"Well, I'm single now. I had a girlfriend about 3 years ago, and that lasted for a year, and then I wanted to be gay for a while...and here I am now. Bi...and single.

I fondled him more...now that I basically had the green light. "Well what's it like being Bi? I've never known."

Tyrell shrugged, and looked up at me with his non-existant eyes. "Eh, what can I say, Im greedy. I have a thing for females when I need something quick...and soft, and when I want true love and passion I go for males." He said shrugging.

"Heh, so why are you a fan of me?" I asked, running a finger under his chin...OH he loved that. I could see a huge boner in his pants.

"Well...(purr)...I...(purr) used to listen...(purr) to your movies and imagine it was me you were (purr) with."

Jicentia looked at me and mouthed "Let him suck you", I nodded to him.

"Wow. Now tell me, how would you like to get to know my groin? You may if you wish." I said.

He just about melted. He couldn't believe it...his hero's cock no more than a few inches away and he could actually touch it and suck it? Wow!

"I can?" He said.

It was too late. I had already unzipped my pants and taken them down, along with my panties. My cock was out, and semi-erect. Tyrell sniffed the air, swallowing lovingly at the musk of my groin. He then placed a hand on me, and explored it...then, before long, he moved his mouth over me.

Oh the kid was good. He sucked and sucked. Jicentia kept us to the side streets, so we wouldn't get in trouble. I thanked him as the boy sucked. I was so horny, it didn't take long. I felt the boy's head rock with the impact of my cum in the back of his throat. He gave a purring moan and kept sucking...never stopping.

"May I play with yours?" I asked. "I've never played with a teen cock..." I said, licking my lips.

He just nodded his head, as my cock stayed hard, still loaded. I unzipped his fly, and out came a heavily scarred, but fully functional kitty cock. I purred and looked at the boy I then undid the belt, and decided to give him the thrill of his life. I turned him so he could have my cock inside of him, and lay his back on the dashboard. Jicentia was impressed, but it was clear that he was working on watching the road.

My cock slid in, and the boy's cock entered my awaiting maw. It was leaking precum like urine. I sucked and fucked him...making sweet and passionate sex to him. He moaned and groaned. I was glad that we weren't taking the freeway, otherwise I'd be quite the story to have to explain to someone. Tyrell had a silky and wonderfully tight ass. His lips closed around my ass with each thrust. He whined and told me that he was going to cum soon. I nodded while sucking and tied him, cummming fucking hard into his ass. He screamed and I felt a wad of kitty cum it my throat. I sucked and milked him dry...and then held him tight to me...as he looked at me with those non existant eyes.

"Better than a porn?" I said.

"You are just as I fantasized about..." He said before passing out.

Tyrell rode, sleeping with his head against my chest, my knot in him as we drove. The rest of the way we all talked about Asher and Rowdy, all of us very casual to the fact that I had my cock in a teen I had barely known an hour.

When we arrived, my knot had shrunk down enough for me to pull out. I did, before we pulled in, and the both of us were dressed once again. We stepped out of the car as if nothing happened. He didn't even act as if he had the semen of his hero inside of him. Tyrell just walked with his cane in hand, and my hand in the other.

The race track was huge. Sparky told us that he had some premo seats reserved, and to my surprise they were good. They were close enough to the action that you could see the cars close, yet far enough away that you were safe from danger. Tyrell's attitude had changed drastically, the new setting and all the sounds made him nervous. He told me that he was having difficulties making his way around.

Asher and Rowdy had taken their own seats, holding hands as they walked. Chong was away, doing whatever, and of course Sparky and Jicentia were busy too. It was just me and Tyrell.

"Come to races often?" Asked Tyrell, hugging me around the side.

"Not really, to be honest, this is my first!" I said with a laugh. He laughed along and shook his head.

"Surely not, I mean you have to have been to at least one race...having lived with Sparky Debarough all this time." Figured Tyrell. I made an uneasy noise and inhaled.

"Well...this is actually Sparky's first race in a very long time. He's been in seclusion."

Tyrell made a sad pouty face and sighed. "Unfortunate. Hey where are your seats?" He asked. I told him it was a good question and looked at the tickets. Him and I had tickets in stand C, row 22. It was hard taking him down the stairs, as he made his way around quite literally blindly. It made the kid quite nervous.

When we finally took our seats, we sat, and kicked out legs back, and got ready. I got him anything he wanted...hell it was as close to having a kid as I had got in a while...now I knew how Sparky felt about that boy. Anyway I ended up buying the two of us some hotdogs, I bought him some soda and myself some beer, and last cause I wanted to spoil the boy, I bought him a model car baring Sparky's logo. All in all that cost me about 50$, but it was money well spent.

"Thanks Renee, for everything. When Rowdy told me to come down here to stay for a little bit, I hadn't a clue it would be this neat."

I nodded, and pat his hand twice. I was sitting on his left. I looked into those expressionless sunglasses of his and smiled. "Anything. You've been through hell and you deserve it."

Tyrell nodded and sighed. Then he turned and faced my general direction. "Ok, pretend we didn't have sex...lets forget we did. Would you still treat me the same?" He asked, curious.

"Of course. Would you still treat me the same?" I asked him, running my hand across his hand gently. He purred and licked his lips.

"Well, yeah. I would."

And that was that.

The race started with all the normal fanfare of the races. You had the 200 campers in the middle of the field with the drunken hillbillies all watching, and the national anthem, and then a moment of silence for those killed in the quake. Come to think of it, I was rather amazed that that track suffered no damage. The stadium seats were rather old, and I wouldn't have put it past them to collapse. The race started with the pace car leading the cars around the track. I looked down onto the field, and saw two forms that looked like Asher and Rowdy headed for the PFLAG team area. They looked dressed for work. So that was where they were! Oh well. The race was on! A 200 lap day after Christmas race.

The entire time, I described in great detail to Tyrell what was happening. He was enjoying it. Occasionally he would tell me that he could imagine it so well it was like being able to see again.

I watched the rainbow car of Sparky go. He was driving like a cat possessed. He took dangerous turns and risks that I would have never seen him perform elsewhere. At lap 57, there was a terrible accident, Sparky just barreled through it, narrowly missing having a two ton car come crashing down on him. Tyrell and I both breathed a sigh of relief as Sparkly went from 14'Th place, to second.

They started to play Ozzy's "Crazy Train" over the loud speakers as they took a few minutes to clear the track. Tyrell told me that when they played Crazy Train, that meant that someone thinks Sparky is going to win. I looked down, and saw Sparky's car waiting right down in front of us, only about 20 yards in front of me. I asked a neighbor for their binoculars, and I looked inside the car with the aid of the specs. I could see that Sparky was nodding his head to the music, and looked pumped. I moved the specs over to pit row, and saw Rowdy and Asher wearing crew cover-alls, and Jicentia...looking like a hawk at the car. His arms were folded, he had his sleeveless cover-alls on, a baseball cap bearing the team's name, and had his headphones on with the mouthpiece so he could communicate with the car. He looked so serious.

"The race is intense!" Said Tyrell purring a little.

"Indeed." I said, fumbling with my inverted cross necklace and the straps of the binoculars. Just then someone tapped my left shoulder, and I looked. It was the guy I had borrowed the specs from.

"He blind?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah." I said, handing him back his specs.

"Odd, bringing a blind kid to a race. He yours?" He asked.

I frowned and looked at him. "Yeah...you can see I'm just a huge catling right?"

The male, looked at us again, and sighed, realizing only then that I was a fox. He must have been a frikin idiot.

"Well just asking. Is he yours?"

I shook my head. "A friend of mine."

The male scoffed again and shrugged. "I still say blind people have no place in this area. What are they going to do, listen to the engines go by and try to guess who's is who's?"

"Yes." Said Tyrell, keeping his face forward, but smiling. "I can tell you what kind of engine is in each car just by the sound it makes." He said.

The male scoffed...I looked at him better and saw that he was a badger, badgers always gave me trouble. "Bull crap, I'll admit you were good enough to eavesdrop on our conversation, but no one can do that." The badger said, folding his arms. Tyrell smiled.

"Folding your arms, always a gesture of finality. If you look at the program, it tells you the engine types, however it's not in Braille so I can't read it. But...if I were to tell you those engines, I bet you would find Im accurate."

"Alright blindy...how do I know you're really blind?" He said.

Tyrell lifted his glasses and proved it, the badger's mouth hanging open in mortification.

"You may want to close that mouth of yours, otherwise a bird'll take a shit in it." Tyrell said, lowering his sun glasses. The badger was beyond shocked but regained his asshole composure as he rolled up a sleeve. "Alright. I put 100$ on it that you can't name them all."

"You're on." Tyrell said. I covered the money, and it began. During the remaining laps, he named one by one the engines as they went by, and accurately predicted when three of the cars would have to pit because of low fuel, bad oil, or lose cufflinks. The man was shocked, but paid. He then left in a hurry. Just as the race was drawing to a close. Sparky was in the lead, but Earnheart Jr. and Sterling Marlin were moving in on either side. It would be close.

The white flag went down, and the three were nose to nose. They took into the straightaway, as Tyrell and I were on our feet, they were on the far side. I told him what was going on. Just as they were going into the final turn, Sparky made a sharp right, sending Earnheart Jr. into the wall, and rebounded with his momentum into Marlin, sending him into the dirt, as Sparky jumped just far enough into the lead to take the checkered flag. We were all on our feet as someone played the "Eye of the Tiger" theme as Sparky took the field for his victory lap.

I saw something different though, I saw Asher and Rowdy climb in the passenger window, and then Jicentia in the driver's, waving the checkered flag as everyone backed away to give him his lap. Sparky the started to peal out as was his tradition, and started to speed off. Before long, he then went into a spin, and then went into reverse, and finished the lap in reverse. Tyrell told me that it stood for going against the mainstream, and defying norms. The audience was all cheering, as I stood and went back to the car. It was going to be a long night!

* * *

"WE...ARE THE CHAMPIONS...AND WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TILL THE END...NO TIME FOR LOSERS...WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS." We all sang, walking up the stairs and down the hallway. Sparky and Jicentia were being carried on our shoulders, waving the checkered flag on it's post. It was larger than I thought, about 5'x5'. Even as Felcher tried to shut us up, not even he could rain on our parade.

We entered the room, moved the furniture out of the middle of the room, and started jumping up and down as Chong grabbed some beers, shook them up and doused the Champs in Beer. Oh they were so happy. There was a trophy too, Jicentia had that. It was so huge.

When we all calmed down, I turned on some music and grabbed some more beers, and called up Pesti's...and ordered one of everything. Old man Pesti told us because of the circumstances, it was on the house. We were all so pleasantly happy, that it was impossible for us to calm down really. We were all smoking victory cigars, hell I even let Chong toke up this time...it was cause for it. Sparky rolled up the flag and sat on some chairs, since him and Jicentia were still soaked with beer.

We all took turns, congratulating and patting Sparky and Jicentia.

"I told you it was you!" Jicentia said.

"And I told you it was the crew!" They said, each wondering who to praise. I chimed in and gave them a hug.

"It was both of you. That was some of the best racing I've seen."

Tyrell laughed, sipping his beer. It was a celebration, and cause for a little underage drinking. "That was the only racing you've seen." He joked.

We laughed, and laughed. It took us about 2 hours to wind down. We all sat there as we analyzed the race calmly and rationally, Sparky giving us his feelings.

"...And then on lap 23, I see Jarrett coming out of no where, coming up hard on my rear dash. I didn't know what to do so I actually slowed down and bumped him...Oh and then on that crash, it was like everything was in slow motion. I thought I was done for..."

Just then the phone rang. I walked over to it and answered it.

"Case de victory! Renee, owner of the casa de victory at your service!" I said jokingly.

There came a giggling, and a lovelorn sigh. "Ne-ne? It's me, Neil. I want to know if you want to come over for an impromptu date?"

I smiled and looked at the guys. I pointed at the phone and mouthed "Neil", and then pointed at the door, like I wanted to leave. They signaled that they'd be fine and I spoke again.

"Sure Neil. I'll be there soon."

I took a moment to spray the cigar smoke out of me, and walked out in the hallway. Fletcher was crying in the hallway, muttering about how desperately he wanted to cite us for something but he couldn't figure what. I smiled, today was awesome.

I arrived at Neil's door rather quickly. He answered, clad in his silk shirt and slacks. He had those wonderful glasses of his polished, and his tail wagged in excitement.

"Come in?"

I stepped inside, and saw that he had a few more beers laid out, and had some tapes from Blockbuster. I walked to his couch and sat on the right, him on my left. He had rented "M*A*S*H*", "The Quiet Man", and a horror movie that I forget.

So there we sat, cuddling, watching movies. The horror movie was about these guys that locked in a haunted mansion that was an insane asylum, and if they survive 'till dawn they each get 1,000,000$. If someone dies or chickens out, the winners divide the pool. The movie scared me at several times, and Neil and I hugged one another for assurance. Every once in a while, I found myself kissing him, because I loved him, and because it felt like the right thing to do.

When the movies were over, we just sat, and cuddled, and kissed. Before long, Neil rested his head aginst my shoulder.

"I've made a decision."

"What's that darling?" I asked.

"I want you to come on a date with me...a very special one."

"Ok..." I shrugged, not sure what he had up his sleeve.

"Well, take this," He began, handing me a folded piece of paper. "On it is a set of instructions. The date is for New Years Eve...so don't be late..."

I smiled, ohh...a mystery! I nodded. "Neil this is so thoughtful and exciting. Did Khris and Micah help you with this?"

Neil shrugged. "I had a lot of help, and I'm pulling a lot of strings here. I just want this to be a great date...will you promise you'll follow every direction on that paper to the letter?" He asked, his little British accent waning a little.

"Sure. I can do that." I said.

"Good...now...would you come to bed with me? I mean...not for sex, but just to sleep?"

I smiled and nodded. "Of course."

I was lead to his room. He had an awesome waterbed set up, and the room was covered with candles. It was like my room almost. I slipped out of my pants, and watched him strip to some boxer briefs. It was the closest to naked as I had ever seen him. We smiled and slid into bed simultaneously. He laid his arm across me, and I cuddled it.

"G'night love." He said, kissing me once.

"Good night Neil."

I wondered. What did Neil have in mind? What could this rat possibly have thought up for me? It was wondrous and scary at the same time. That night's date was much like our first...and just as special. Little did I know...it would be one of our last...Oh boy...