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Harold Spinster lugged himself out of his car at the hotel with a look of resignation. Today he dressed in casual jeans and a polo shirt. He pulled his suitcase from the car, and trudged to the hotel lobby, dragging his striped tail behind him.

His friend Zippy stepped out of his own car with a chipper demeanor. Dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and jacket, with suitcase in paw, began his walk along side Harold with poise in his tail, and a smile on his face. He glance at his friend and said "C'mon Harold, let's get going!", and the two of them walked toward the hotel entrance. The two friends were at the hotel to attend the 'West Coast Chubby Fur Convention'.

Harold Spinster was definitely built for this convention. Twenty-six years old, gay, and at a height of 175 cm tall, the raccoon weighed 120 kgs. Usually he was a happy fur and possessed a chipper demeanor and good self-confidence. However, the past recent events wore on him harshly. Only a week ago, his boss handed him his walking papers. He worked as an 'Ostrich' programmer at his old company, a prominent programming language in its time. Unfortunately, the realm of computers updated very quickly, and he found himself out of a good paying job. His old company wanted to upgrade to the latest and greatest Australian programming language of 'Dingo', a programming environment he had almost no knowledge about. And a week earlier, he attended the funeral of his grandmother, the one member of his immediate family who accepted his homosexuality. He loved her dearly and missed her a lot.

At Harold's home town, his father was a respectable conservative rabbit, and his mother a loving and supportive raccoon. Like the children of any mixed species marriage, his biological father was an anonymous sperm donor. He didn't know who his biological father was, but knew deep within himself that his father was an intelligent large sized gay raccoon, just like he was. He did his best to hide his homosexuality, from his family and the local town.

Harold didn't even like being a computer programmer. Originally, he wanted to be a mental health therapist. Back in his home town, he went to the local university and received a degree in psychology with a minor in computer science, graduating with honors. While he attended graduate school to study to become a mental health therapist, he lived at his parent's house. Since his parents paid the cost of college, they mandated that he live at home to save money rather than the dormitories. One day while his parents and younger sisters were visiting relatives out of town, Harold invited over to his house his secret boyfriend/best friend named Beamer, another raccoon that he grew up and attended church with. Unfortunately, his parents came home early and caught him in bed with Beamer while they were having sex. His father tried to keep his temper in check, and kept saying that Harold was '...confused', and could be cured. Years of hiding his homosexuality from his family exploded, and he yelled out that he was gay "...just like my real dad is!" His father paused as he stared at his insolent son, and then yelled at him to get out of the house, and out of their lives.

Harold spent the next few weeks sleeping on the sofa of a friend, while he secured a job as an Ostrich computer programmer. Since the money was OK, he stuck with it. But due to his lack of funds, he ceased attending graduate school. Two years ago, he moved to Metro City to work as an Ostrich programmer at a prominent company, and worked there until the company handed him his walking papers.

Harold's companion to the convention was a friendly and supportive thirty year old light brown furred otter named Zippy. Zippy's full name was Harvard Walker. He worked as a police officer for Metro City, and liked to chase chubby furs. Due to his lean runner's physique of 78 kgs and height of 180 cm tall, he acquired the nickname 'Zippy'. When Harold first moved to the city, the two of them hooked up and dated for a few months. They broke up due to the both of them wanting different things. Harold wanted love, romance and a lasting relationship, while Zippy wanted a short term fling with a large sized fur. But the two of them maintained their close friendship after their mutual breakup.

Zippy told Harold about the convention, and Harold agreed to go. But that was before he found out about the loss of his job. Having his money already committed, he decided to go anyway and make the best of it. Fortunately, due to his diligent savings, living in a cheap studio apartment, and a sizable inheritance he received from his grandmother, he possessed more than enough money to go back to school and obtain his graduate degree at Metro City University (without having to work while he went to school), so he wasn't that bad off. But the recent events weighed heavily on him, and he just wanted to get through the weekend as best as he could.

Zippy strutted with a joyous bounce to his step as he entered the hotel lobby. He glanced back at his melancholy friend and said "C'mon, Mr. Grumpy Pants, times a wasting!" and eyed the large sized furs in the lobby. Obviously, he intended to enjoy himself at the convention. Harold just trudged behind Zippy.

The convention was an annual gathering that catered toward gay furs who liked large sized furs. Year after year, it attracted a great many furs who wanted to hook up with their particular type of crowd. The hotel itself was located about two hours away from Metro City, and routinely hosted a number of conventions. It possessed plenty of hotel rooms, a spacious lobby, swimming pool, gift shops, meeting rooms, a 24 hour restaurant, and activities that enticed all visitors who attended. Right now, all types of furs filled the lobby. Old friends met and hugged each other all throughout the hotel lobby.

Harold followed Zippy friend toward the front desk check-in line. Once they reached it, they waited to check in. Zippy eyed the large sized furs in the lobby with visible interest while they waited in line.

Close to the check in-line stood a bear and a rabbit. They talked very intently and intimately. The trim brown furred bear stood at 180 cm tall, looked perfectly groomed, dressed in an expensive suit, and possessed a presence that demanded respect, as if he had no patience for distractions. He talked to the rabbit in a demanding voice, as if addressing a child. The rabbit dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans. But what stood out about him was his raw beauty and radiant innocence. He stood at 168 cm and had a thick sexy layer of muscle hidden beneath his clothes and white fur. He also wore a thick dog collar which seemed out of place. He silently listened to the bear with wide obedient eyes.

The bear spoke down to the rabbit in an abrupt voice. "Now Cutie, you know that leaving the hotel is forbidden. If you do, then..." He reached out and tapped the dog collar. The rabbit tensed up, and his expression lit up with fear. He meekly nodded. The bear continued. "...and, you have your stripping gigs, so don't forget that..." the rabbit changed to a smile and nodded. The bear held up a bulky briefcase to show to the rabbit. "...and I've got Bumper. You will get him back after this nonsense is over..." The rabbit's face changed to apprehension as he eyed the briefcase, and nodded again, not saying a word back to the bear.

As the two furs spoke, Harold couldn't help but be entranced by the beauty and innocence of the rabbit. The raw sex appeal of the rabbit wormed its way into Harold, and he felt very drawn to the sexy rabbit. He stared at the rabbit as if in a trance. Harold didn't believe in love at first sight, but probably would have changed his mind if someone asked him at that moment. "Oh wow... he's beautiful..." he murmured out, as he gazed at the beauty of the sexy rabbit before him. Sexual desire for the rabbit grew within him as he stared.

Zippy heard Harold and looked to where Harold stared. "Hey Harold, what's..." he said. He caught site of the rabbit and breathed in with a start. He momentarily lost himself by the beauty of the white furred being. "Wow... he's a looker..." he mumbled out. He recovered himself, turned to Harold and waved his paw in front of the raccoon's face. "Hello? Earth to Harold?"

Harold shook his head as Zippy's paw interrupted his focus. "Huh?" He looked at Zippy and came back to reality. "Um... what?"

Zippy smiled as he got ahold of Harold's attention. "I take it that the raccoon is smitten by someone?" He chucked a thumb at the rabbit. "But I think he's taken."

Harold stared at the couple again. Now, the bear held the rabbit in an encompassing hug, and gently whispered into his ear. The rabbit gripped the bear's back like a security blanket as he listened. Slowly, the rabbit opened his scared eyes and looked about the room. As his eyes wandered about, they eventually rested on Harold. The expression on his face changed to wide eyed wonderment. His eyes lit up with joy, as if he found someone so wonderful and pure that just gazing on the fur could make his day. He gazed back at Harold with a joyous half-smile, caught in the moment.

Harold stared at the rabbit, thrilled that someone so beautiful would spend time with him, in their moment together. "...beautiful..." he murmured as he gazed. He felt a connection deeper than anything he ever felt before...

The bear stepped back from the rabbit. "Cutie? Are you even listening to me?" he said in his bossy voice. He saw that the rabbit's attention focused elsewhere, and turned to where the rabbit looked. He saw Harold gazing back at the rabbit with a goofy expression. "Hey tubby! Do you mind?" he yelled at Harold.

Startled by the bear's voice, Harold glanced at the angry bear and immediately hung his head down, ashamed about being caught. "Oh... sorry... you see, I was..."

The bear cut Harold off and barked out "I'm trying to say goodbye to my Cutie, you ring-tailed idiot!" He took a step toward Harold, waved an angry finger at Harold and yelled "You can paw-off while you watch him strip later on, but Cutie and I are saying good bye! Got it?" He held himself up to his full height like a weapon and glared down at Harold.

Harold wanted to shrink into the carpet. He wasn't that good at confrontation scenarios. "I'm sorry... sorry sir... I just..." He meekly stared at the ground while he nervously shuffled about.

The rabbit seemed confused by what he should feel, switching his focus from the bear with fear, to Harold with joy.

The bear cut off Harold and yelled again "Just stay outta our business, you fat idjit!" He took an aggressive stance at the cowering raccoon.

Zippy stepped to Harold's side, held himself up to his full height and said in a non-threatening but firm voice "Now calm down, sir. My friend did nothing wrong." He held himself in a casual stance but confident posture, with his tail relaxed behind him. Zippy often told Harold that this was his 'Police Persona'.

Pissed that someone else stood up to him, the bear snapped at Zippy "Who the hell are you, wet fur?!?" He used a common derogatory term for aquatic mammals.

Zippy's expression changed to highly offended. He whipped out his police badge, flashed it to the bear and gruffed back in his own raised voice "Officer Walker, sir! So I suggest you calm down!" He took a menacing step toward the bear, ready to take it to the next level.

When the rabbit saw the badge, he cringed and gripped the bear's arm, scared.

Harold did not like how things were developing. He forced himself into the confrontation and bravely raised his voice as best as he could. "Please, there's no problem." He faced the bear and said "I'm... I'm sorry..."

The bear forced himself to calm down. "All right... there's no problem..." he mumbled out. He gripped the rabbit's paw and dragged him away from Harold and Zippy, as he muttered angrily to himself. The rabbit obediently followed, as he kept giving wide eyed stares back to Harold.

Still visibly mad, Zippy shoved his badge back in his jacket pocket and muttered "That bear better watch himself! Nobody... NOBODY calls me that!"

Harold tried to appease the situation. "Zippy, don't worry about it." Seeing the line clear, he motioned toward the desk and tried to change the subject. "Let's check in now."

Zippy nodded, took his suitcase, and he and Harold approached the check-in desk. A perky and chipper chihuahua began to check the two into the hotel. As she worked, Zippy smiled at his friend. "So, someone is smitten by a sexy rabbit, eh?"

Harold blushed at the insinuation. "Yeah... kind of... I mean..." He faced Zippy as his face lit up. "Did you see him? Did ya?" His face had a goofy look that he reserved for that someone special. "He was... beautiful..."

Zippy laughed as he took the card key from the clerk. "Yes, I saw him, but I kind of think he's kind of taken there, my raccoon friend."

Harold reached for his own card key from the clerk as he thought about the rabbit. He lost his smile and said "I don't even know his name." He frowned as he put the key away.

Zippy picked up a brochure and read from it. "According to this, he's a stripper named Cutie." He pointed to a spot on it. "He's stripping at this convention. Tonight and again tomorrow night."

Harold glanced at the brochure and committed both times to memory. He fully intended to enjoy the strip show, and the sexy rabbit.

After the desk attendant finished up, Zippy and Harold stepped away from the desk toward the elevator. Harold spotted the bear and the rabbit from earlier at the opposite end of the hotel lobby. They hugged, parted, and with hesitation the bear stiffly walked out of the hotel. The rabbit stared at the departing bear, then turned and entered the stairwell.

Harold sighed as he thought about the sexy rabbit. "He's... he's beautiful..." he mumbled out. He hadn't felt this way toward another fur in a long time. Not since... Beamer. Beamer was his childhood raccoon friend that he fell in love with, and vice versa. Beamer was also the raccoon that Harold was caught in bed with when his parents came home. He tried a few times to talk to Beamer since that eventful day, but Beamer never talked back. It took Harold a long time to get over him.

As the two walked toward the elevator, a fur smiled at Harold and admired his body. Harold nodded back.

Zippy spoke up. "So, you're the wanna-be shrink. Did you check out that rabbit's reaction when I flashed my badge?"

Harold winced from the question. He didn't want Zippy to focus on his rabbit. "I don't know. From a psychological perspective, he seems fearful of police figures, I guess." He shrugged. "From a fly-by-night guess, I'd say he's a runaway kid... or, he used to be one." He's no kid, obviously, Harold thought to himself.

Zippy nodded as he eyed a large sized panda nearby. "That's my guess. I've seen a few of them before." He smiled at the panda as he tried to make eye contact, but failed to. "But usually, that's from kids, like you said."

The two walk for a bit more when Zippy asked Harold "So what is it?" Zippy shrugged. "I've never seen you go so goofy-eyed for anyone."

Harold tried to explain it to his friend. "Well, I saw him..." and he sported the same goofy smile as visions of a sexy rabbit appeared in his mind. "...and he saw me..."

Zippy cringed at his friend. "Um yeah..." He eyed a sexy large sized wolf that walked by. "...on this planet, that's what we call 'line of site'." They stopped in front of the elevator.

Harold snapped back at Zippy. "No! There was something there! We..."

Taken back by the strength of Harold's reply, replied "Harold, don't get me wrong. I'm all for you getting the rabbit of your dreams. I just don't want you to be hurt. That's all."

Harold looked ahead with a somber gaze "...there was something there..." He shook his head as he tried to come to his senses. "Oh, who am I kidding? I mean, he's beautiful, and I'm... well..." He slouched down in desperation and punched the elevator button.

Zippy laughed as he put his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Harold, don't talk like that. You have plenty to offer." He leaned in and gave Harold a peck on his face. With a soft voice he whispered "I know."

Harold blushed from the attention. "Thanks Zippy." When the elevator door opened, they both entered and punched in their floor. "I can always count on you."

* * *

Harold and Zippy went to their own rooms and settled in. Once done, they went to the main meeting room together to watch the introductory convention presentation. A large sized rabbit named Dennis let the presentation. He also led the convention. The convention organizers presented a lame comedy skit performed by nervous furs who read their lines in front of the crowd. The audience laughed at the correct spots and gave a forgiving applause, as the audience members remembered their own public speaking experiences.

But none of that mattered to Harold, as he was only focused only a beautiful and sexy rabbit named Cutie. After the introduction, he and Zippy went to the meeting room that hosted the strip performance. A large crowd eagerly awaited the strip show by Cutie in that room.

Harold brooded over his brief but poignant meeting with the rabbit in the hotel lobby, and the connection he felt. He wondered about the bear with Cutie. He couldn't help but think all wasn't well between the two. Maybe they aren't really a couple, Harold thought to himself. Cutie is here alone, but that bear left. Maybe Cutie doesn't want to be with him. Maybe we can meet, and be together. Maybe we can...

Zippy spoke as he read from the brochure. "It says here that Cutie is the hottest stripper in the neighboring city."

Harold shook his head as he lifted himself from his thoughts. "Huh?" he said. He glanced at Zippy. "What?"

Zippy looked at Harold surprised. "You're really worked up over this Cutie character, aren't you?"

Harold ducked his head, a bit ashamed about being caught by his friend. "Yeah..." He glanced about the room. It looked like the entire convention was here to watch the strip act. He slowly sported his goofy smile again as he thought about the rabbit. "He's..."

Zippy held up his paw and completed the sentence. "...beautiful. I know, I know." He reached out and grasped Harold's paw. "I just don't want you to... get hurt..."

Harold snatched back his paw and glared at the otter, his masked face held a bit of anger. "I won't get hurt!" he said forcefully. "He looked at me!"

Zippy held his paws up in defense. "All right... hey, I'm on your side, OK?"

Their conversation was interrupted by the director of the convention, Dennis. The large sized rabbit entered the meeting room and announced to everyone Cutie's strip show. Apparently, almost everyone knew who Cutie was, as they vigorously cheered at this news.

At the entrance to the meeting room stepped out a leather-clad sexy rabbit, with his arms tightly wrapped about his body. He moved as if he worked hard to contain the sexual power in his body. His leather outfit covered his torso, legs and arms, with a leather hood over his head and two holes to accommodate his ears. The leather jacket and pants possessed zippers in all the wrong places that could do a good show-and-tell episode for an eager audience. He also wore the dog collar that Harold saw earlier. Here, it looked like part of his outfit. He portrayed a fur who reeked of excitement in bed.

Harold's jaw dropped as he gazed at the leather clad rabbit. Even from across the room, he could feel the sexual vibes emanating from him. The rest of the crowd felt it too, as they immediately cheered the entrance with a loud roar.

The industrial hard rock music started, and the leather clad muscled rabbit strutted to the center of the room, with each step in-sync with the heavy rhythmic beat of the music. With each step, he thrust his hip out side-to-side. It did well to focus attention to his sexy ass, as the crowd eagerly watched each hip thrust. The leather-clad rabbit gazed at the crowd with excitement, and contemplated the crowd with eager sexual lust. He easily commanded the attention of the whole crowd with his sex.

Harold took in every hip thrust, every step, and every movement that Cutie strutted with eager bewilderment and interest. He thought about how Cutie would look doing that for himself exclusively, with no clothes on.

Once Cutie reached the center of the room, he began a rhythmic sexual dance that showed the crowd exactly who was the center of attention. He thrust his pelvis forward, showcasing his bulge. He thrust back and showed off his incredibly sexy ass. His white tail contrasted with the black leather pants. He moved his arms about, pawing his body like an eager entity ready to fuck the nearest fur. He unzipped two zippers on his legs, and muscled white fur leaked out.

The action had an immediate effect on the crowd, as a dozen eager paws waved at him, clasping money and hoping to touch the muscled and sexy body.

Confident that the crowd was ready, Cutie strutted to one edge of the crowd, intent on relieving the waving paws of their cash. Once near the crowd, Cutie bent over and flopped onto his two paws in one motion. He did it as easily as one would operate a doorknob. He continued to walk toward the crowd with his feet waving in the air in sync with the music. The crowd yelled out their approval for his signature move.

Harold's jaw opened even wider as he saw this. He had seen a few talented circus performers do stunts like this on TV, but never live. His eyes drank in the sight of the nimble rabbit.

Cutie approached the first eager group. Going into an extreme back bend with his toe paws reaching over his back, he began to draw down zippers on his back, revealing his white and muscled fur. He reached the first group of furs, snatched the money out with one toe paw and tucked it away, while he caressed the face of the contributing fur with his other toe paw. The audience members each enjoyed the attention as they reached out to touch his back and ass. Cutie's head held up and watched the action from below.

Harold drank in the hyper flexibility of the rabbit. Several images forced its way into his sex starved head, as he thought of certain uses for the flexible rabbit in his hotel room. Immediately, he felt ashamed, reluctantly pushed the mental images out and tried to focus on the dance.

Cutie worked the crowd with one toe paw caressing the happy audience member, while the other toe paw relieved that fur of their waving money, and tucking it away into his leather outfit.

Cutie paw walked out to the middle of the floor, and with an even more extreme back bend, unzipped and removed the leather head piece with his toe paws. His sultry and sexy expression shined out to the crowd, as the crowd cheered him on and begged for more.

Cutie flopped onto his feet and unzipped his jacket while he danced, in sync with the music. He tossed the jacket to the ground, and flexed his muscular body to the audience. The audience went wild at the display of his body, as they cheered him on.

Harold felt a paw under his jaw push up, closing his mouth. He turned with an angry glare to his smiling friend Zippy. "I couldn't resist." Zippy said with a chuckle. Upset at being interrupted, he returned his attention to the rabbit, hoping he didn't miss anything.

Cutie danced a sexy and complex dance, shifting his hips left, right and forward. He wore only his dog collar and leather pants, with a variety of zippers opened to show off white muscled fur. His movements focused attention to his pelvis and muscular torso, which the audience stared at with cheering attention. The waving paws full of money waved harder, begging him to pay them a visit.

Harold had to be near the rabbit, had to touch that wonderful fur. He reached for his wallet to get some money, but it was devoid of cash, as he remembered that he preferred to rely on credit cards. He put away his wallet and turned to Zippy with a pleading look. "Please... lend me some money!" he begged.

Zippy laughed with a big smile and handed Harold some cash. "Happy birthday, ole friend."

Harold snatched the cash and started his own paw waving, trying to get the attention of the exciting stripping rabbit.

Cutie strutted toward an audience member with a sultry sexy walk, causing that canine to blush from the attention. But that didn't stop him from shoving his cash heavy paw into Cutie's pants for a quick feel. Cutie caressed the canine's muzzle with his paw and gave him personal sexy attention, while he unzipped two more spots on his legs. More muscle showed through. Surrounding audience members reached out to eagerly grope the rabbit, and insert money. Cutie relieved the audience members of cash as he switched from standing on his feet to paws.

Harold waved harder and harder as he tried to get Cutie's attention. I've got to see him, he desperately wished.

Cutie walked to the center of the floor on his paws with feet up in the air. He flopped over and landed in an extreme back bend. Balancing on one paw, his free paw worked at his pants as he freed up his pants leggings. First the left then the right. He kept thrusting up in the air with his pelvis, in sync to the beat of the music.

Harold waved his paw about as he leaned out of his seat. He started to panic that the sexy rabbit wouldn't see him. "Oh... oh... c'mon... why won't he come here... oh..." he slowly stood up out of his seat as he waved about.

Harold felt a paw on his shoulder, firmly guiding him down back to his seat. "He will come, Harold." Zippy said in a firm voice. "Just be patient."

Harold's panic stricken face glanced at Zippy, and relaxed. "I... know..." he said, and forced himself to calm down. He continued to wave his paw about to Cutie as he tried to be patient.

Cutie stood up from his back bend, dressed only in leather hot pants and his dog collar. He flexed his muscles to the audience, and they roared their approval. More waving paws laden with cash greeted the rabbit, and he walked/flopped over to there, switching from paws to feet with ease. While he flopped toward the audience, a spare paw unzipped the back of his shorts, exposing his ass.

Cutie approached the crowd, and let the waving paws wander over his body. The crowd members felt him up with enthusiasm, and tucked money into his hot pants. The paws lingered on his pants as they felt his bulge, swaying hips and ass.

After that section of the crowd was relieved of their cash, Cutie strutted back to the center of the room, waving his paws to goad the crowd to a sexual excitement. The crowd yelled their approval as Cutie's paws unzipped the hot pants along his hips. He released the buttons that held it in place.

Harold's eyes lit up as he watched the muscled rabbit strip. Harold's arousal went unnoticed as he watched the white furred rabbit with wild lust. He kept up the paw waving, hoping that Cutie would see him.

Cutie whipped off his hot pants, letting cash fall to the floor. He wore a leather thong that did very little to cover his own arousal. The crowd went wild as Cutie teased the audience with a number of erotic pelvis movements that highlighted his exposed muscular physique and sexy body.

Cutie saw the raccoon wave cash, and began to strut toward the flailing raccoon, in sync with the music. He flopped over onto his paws, with his head up between his arms to see where he went. He planted his feet onto the top of his head, and he walked as a tightly wound up sexy ball of fur.

Overjoyed that Cutie was approaching him, Harold sat out on the edge of his chair with the cash held out. Cutie came close to Harold's outstretched paw with his toe paw stuck out to snatch the cash. But once he caught sight of Harold's face, he stopped cold. His sultry sexy expression changed to one of open surprise. He radiated beauty and innocence as if he found someone so special, just being near him was the most joyous event in the world. He stood not moving on the ground on his paws in an extreme back bend with his foot stretched out to Harold, and stared back.

Harold smiled back to Cutie, also frozen in the moment. He planned out a small speech to say to Cutie, but all thoughts left his mind as he gazed at the beautiful rabbit. He felt a connection between him and the rabbit, as if the two shared a secret.

The music continued to throb on, oblivious to the two of them. Harold dropped the money as he took in the beauty of the rabbit. Cutie stared back with wide eyed wonderment to Harold. A few seconds passed, an hour whizzed by, time didn't matter. All that mattered was the moment between the two of them.

So caught up in the moment was Cutie, that he lost his balance and thudded onto the ground on his side. He progressed from sultry-sexy, to surprised and innocent, and then to clumsy. Fortunately, he wasn't that far from the ground and didn't appear to be hurt. He quickly scuttled back up to his feet, giggled, and synced himself to the beat of the music. He spotted another paw waving cash and strutted toward it.

Harold watched the rabbit walk away with longing. He glanced down at the cash he dropped, retrieved it and handed it back to Zippy.

Zippy accepted the money with his own jaw opened stunned expression. "What the hell was that?" he asked after a momentary pause.

Harold shrugged. "We just... looked at each other..." he said. He glanced toward Cutie, who just removed his leather thong, to the screaming delight of a kangaroo audience member. The kangaroo reached up and inserted money into Cutie's dog collar, while his other paw felt up a delighted and aroused Cutie.

Zippy nodded. "I'll say." He put the cash away.

Harold's expression hardened. "But that proves my point! There is something between us!" He glanced at the crowd surrounding Cutie.

The music ended, but audience members crowded around the rabbit, eagerly talking to him. Cutie spoke back to the furs, having the time of his life and enjoying the attention. The moment he spent with Harold seemed lost, as the surrounding furs filled his attention.

Dejected, Harold said "But... oh fur... let's just go..." He stood up with Zippy in tow. He took a few steps toward the door, paused and turned around to look at Cutie again. "No!" He said to himself. "I'll... um... I'll..." He wavered as he struggled to think of what to do.

Zippy put his paw on Harold's shoulder. "Come on, go over there Harold." He said. He leaned in close and whispered with a seductive voice. "You know you want to."

Harold shrugged off Zippy's comment and paw from his shoulder. He so wanted to meet the rabbit. It bore to the core of his being. "I'll... I'll..." he mumbled out as he thought of what to do. "...flowers to his room... and a dinner invite... yeah..."

Zippy motioned to the eager furs surrounding the rabbit. "Why not just introduce yourself to him right now?"

Harold blew out air as he made up his mind. Turning toward an exit, he said to his friend "Not with the others there. I can't compete against them." The two left the room, and Harold said "Besides, he's got to say yes to dinner with me..." He turned to Zippy with desperation in his eyes. "He's got to!"

Zippy put his paws on Harold's shoulders and smiled. "Hey, calm down Harold. I mean..." he leaned in and gave Harold a light kiss on his nose. "...he already noticed you."

Harold could always count on Zippy to make him feel better about himself. "Yeah. Thanks Zippy." He leaned his head on his friend's shoulder. The two of them left the meeting room together.

Zippy wanted to hook up with a few friends, said good bye and left.

Harold went to the hotel gift shop and purchased an extravagant bouquet of flowers. He signed the card "Please meet me for dinner in the hotel restaurant at 7:30 PM. I'm the raccoon you saw in the hotel lobby and at the strip show. Harold." He carried the flowers to the front desk and asked the clerk if she could deliver the flowers up to Cutie's room.

The desk clerk didn't know who Harold spoke about. "What is his name?" she asked.

Harold began to panic, grabbed the brochure and repeatedly pointed out Cutie's name and picture. The clerk searched the records while Harold bounced in place, highly agitated. She finally located the room number and took the flowers. "I'll have them sent up there by morning." she said.

Harold began to panic again. He whipped out his credit card and begged the clerk to deliver them immediately. "I'll pay extra. Please..."

The clerk smiled, held her paw up and said that they would be sent up immediately. A very elated Harold smiled, and thanked her profusely.

Harold went to the restaurant and reserved a table in his name, for two "...and a beautiful rabbit." he told the host. He then raced up to his room and took a bath. After the bath, he dried himself, and dressed up in a good suit and tie. They were the best clothes he brought with him. He primped himself up in the mirror, and then spent his spare time reading while he monitored the clock. Once it reached 7:00 PM, he left his room, raced down to the restaurant and scanned the restaurant for any sign of a particular beautiful rabbit. Not seeing Cutie, he followed the waiter to his reserved table.

Harold nervously waited for the rabbit. He envisioned a thousand things going wrong as he nervously sipped his water. He stood up to see if the rabbit was in the restaurant yet. Not spotting anyone, he sat down and sipped his water again, not realizing he just did that. He asked the waiter a few times if "...a beautiful white rabbit entered the restaurant." The waiter patiently said that no one entered who fit that description.

After a while, Harold glanced at the clock again. 7:38 PM. Harold panicked. OK, OK, maybe he's just late... he thought to himself. I'll... I'll just give him more time... yeah... Harold gripped the table as he hopped with all his might for a particular white furred sexy rabbit to approach his table.

After a while longer, Harold nervously glanced at the clock again. 7:50 PM. He slumped his shoulders as he felt his plan fail. He's probably with his throng of fans, he thought to himself. Probably being showered with attention. Dejected, he stood up, intent on going to his room to do some reading. He still planned on seeing Cutie, but felt it would wait until tomorrow. He didn't want to eat alone anyway.

When Harold stood up and raised his head, he met Cutie's eyes, as he stood before Harold. The white rabbit dressed in a simple T-shirt and old faded jeans. He still wore the thick dog collar that Harold saw on him before, and had a back pack slung over his shoulder, as if he were out on a simple fun activity like any kid would take. Up close, Harold saw Cutie's hearty layer of sexy muscle under his clothes. But the most stunning thing about his was his very beautiful face and posture that shined an inner innocence. It was as if the weight of the world could be lifted from another fur's shoulders just by being in his sweet and pure presence. He radiated innocence as a smiling child would give, that reminded an adult of their own former innocence as a child, happier days gone by.

Harold didn't realize he was staring at Cutie until Cutie changed from a smile to a frown, and began to whimper and pout. "Oh no... nu-uh... please sir..." Cutie said in a soft voice. "I'm... sorry I'm late sir... please don't go..." Cutie's voice was like a child's voice as he worked hard on holding back tears.

Immediately, Harold felt a pang of anguish in his heart, that he had the nerve to wound such an innocent fur. Harold nervously gulped, stepped toward Cutie, grasped his paw and smiled at Cutie, cms from his face. "I thought you weren't coming... so I... uh..." He didn't want to complete that thought, for fear of hurting Cutie again.

Cutie's face changed to a radiant smile, and all of the sorrow of the world washed away. "Of course I came sir. I'm sorry," he sang out in a soft sing-song voice, as if he was trying to vocalize a tune he had in his head. "...I was late getting back to my room." Cutie didn't shy away from the close proximity of Harold, and seemed to enjoy Harold's company. "All my friends were excited to see me... and..." His voice trailed off as he gazed into Harold's eyes.

After a moment of looking into each other's eyes, Harold realized he was staring again. He shook his head, stepped back, and pulled out a chair for Cutie. "Please... have a seat, Cutie."

Cutie beamed at Harold. "Thank you sir!" he sang out. He slung his back pack on the chair, took the seat and let Harold scoot the chair in.

Harold sat down at his own seat, elated to have Cutie all to himself. "Thank you for coming, but... I feel uncomfortable when someone calls me sir." He sat upright and formally introduced himself. "My name is Harold. Harold Spinster."

Cutie gave off a little giggle behind a coyly placed paw on his mouth. "OK Harold. And you can call me Cutie."

Harold eagerly nodded as he leaned forward, finding that giggle so damn adorable. "OK Cutie. Thank you for coming. But... I'm guessing that 'Cutie' is your stage name. What is your real name?"

Cutie's face changed to terror as he looked off to the side. Immediately, Harold felt another stab of pain, in that he did something taboo and felt guilty about hurting him. Fortunately, Cutie slowly looked back to Harold and bravely sang out "My... my name is Cutie..."

Relieved that Cutie wasn't scared off, Harold nodded again. "OK, your name is Cutie." Cutie eagerly nodded at this. Eager to keep the conversation and connection going, he asked another question. "So, how did you learn all that gymnastics?"

Again, Cutie's face changed to raw fear, and Harold wanted to kick himself about what he did. Why can't you keep your big mouth shut, he yelled at himself.

Once again, Cutie recovered from the episode, meekly looked at Harold and said in a small voice "I... I taught myself." His face showed apprehension.

Harold gripped the edge of the table as he vowed not to do anything wrong that might cause pain to... this beautiful rabbit. "OK, you taught yourself." he said to Cutie.

Fortunately for Harold, the waiter approached the table to take their order. Relieved by the interruption, Harold ordered a meal and something to drink. When the waiter faced Cutie to take his order, Cutie pointed to a dinner entry on the menu and looked up to the waiter with a smile, without saying a word. The waiter smiled back, wrote down the entry, took the menus and left.

Cutie reached back to his back pack and began to take out some money. Harold held up his paw and said "Please, dinner is on me. After all, I asked you out."

Cutie beamed at Harold with genuine warmth. "Thank you sir!" he sang out. Realizing his error, he put his paw on his smiling mouth and meekly said "I mean Harold." He put the money away and reslung his backpack on his chair.

Relieved that Harold didn't seem to scare off Cutie, he relaxed a bit.

After a moment of awkward silence, Cutie piped up "So Harold, did you enjoy the dance?"

Harold eagerly leaned forward again and said with enthusiasm "Oh yes! It was very sexy..." Realizing how he must have looked to Cutie, he restrained himself and said "Um... I mean..."

But Cutie took Harold's comment as a compliment. "Thanks!" he beamed with pride. "I worked hard on that dance."

The two of them sat in silence again. Occasionally, Harold glanced up to Cutie, who caught his eye with a smile. After a few more moments, Harold chanced another question. He didn't want to upset Cutie, so he asked hesitantly "So... uh... Cutie... what brings you here to the convention?"

This time, Cutie didn't hesitate and said with enthusiasm "I was invited by the con head fur Dennis to dance here! He told me about it, and I so much wanted to go, and he got me here!"

Harold smiled as he felt himself relax a bit. Finally, a good question, he thought to himself.

Cutie continued to speak with excitement. "I just love to be with chubby furs!" His eyes lit up as he gazed at Harold.

Harold sat back in his chair as the statement struck him. Huh, he thought. I guess I'm just a large fur he wants to be with. He felt that the connection between the two of them was something deeper that went beyond a simple physical lust, but the comment threw him. He slowly looked up at Cutie and saw the same attentive gaze, the same beautiful smile. Harold slowly smiled as he imagined Cutie's wonderful body pressed up against his own. What's wrong with that? I wouldn't mind feeling that beautiful rabbit under my paws. He leaned forward and drank in Cutie's beauty.

Cutie interrupted Harold's thoughts with a question. "So Harold, what do you do for a living?"

It was Harold's turn to be uncomfortable. He hesitated in his response. "Uh... well, I used to be a computer programmer... using 'Ostrich'... but... oh fur... just got laid off..." He hated the fact that he sounded like a loser.

But that didn't seem to bother Cutie as he listened. He pouted "I'm sorry Harold."

Harold shrugged. "Well, it isn't that bad. Now, I can go back to college and get my graduate degree." He forced himself to relax in his chair. "I'm just not happy that I'm not as far along in life as I want to be."

Cutie listed with blind understanding and nodded his head.

The waiter brought their drinks. The two of them asked simple questions about each other. Where they lived, what they liked to do, etc. Cutie asked questions mostly about favorite websites, as if he spent a lot of time on the computer. He didn't ask about outdoor activities or such, but Harold answered.

What struck Harold about Cutie is that Cutie seemed to hold back information, as if he wasn't supposed to talk about certain things. From what Cutie said, he lived in the neighboring city, but was vague about the kind of place he lived. He also didn't talk about what kind of work, as if income wasn't an issue for him. The topic of favorite places to go, but Cutie said something that struck a chord with Harold. "...but I'm not allowed to go out that often." and gave a sad face.

Cutie took an active interest in Harold and asked Harold simple questions. Harold opened up about himself, talking about his desire to one day go back to college. He talked a bit about how he first arrived in Metro City and chose a small cheap studio apartment near the university. He also talked about friends and associates.

While they talked, the waiter brought their food and the two of them tore into their meals. Harold enjoyed the company of the sexy rabbit, and sensed that Cutie reciprocated the affection. Cutie enjoyed eating the meal greatly, as if it was a special outing. He picked up the objects on the table as if they were special toys, laughing at the experience. Harold smiled as he basked in the company and his innocence.

As Harold finished off his meal, he stretched. He watched Cutie finish off his own meal, and licked the plate clean. Even the utensils were polished off clean by his tongue. Harold spoke up. "If you're still hungry, I can get you more food."

Cutie shook his head as he dried off the drink glass with his napkin. "Nope, I'm full Harold." He sang out. He organized his dishes and utensils on his table in a neat and orderly manner on the table. Everything was spotless. Harold took note of this.

Harold put the napkin on his plate, when Cutie put both paws on the table and politely asked "Permission to leave the table, Harold?" He patiently waited for a reply.

Harold stood up, confused by the question. "Uh... sure..." he said.

Cutie smiled, stood up and took his backpack. He attached himself to Harold's arm and leaned his head on Harold's shoulder with affection, which surprised and endeared Cutie to Harold.

They walked to the cashier, and Harold paid the bill with his credit card. Cutie patiently waited.

Harold and Cutie walked out of the restaurant, arm in arm. They aimlessly walked in the hotel lobby in silence, when Cutie turned to Harold and asked "There's a dance tonight... would... you come with me?" His eyes pleaded for a 'yes'.

Harold held Cutie's paws and smiled at him. Cutie's eyes looked so lovely to Harold, and he followed his heart. "I'd love to, Cutie." Harold unconsciously began to lean toward Cutie slowly.

Cutie slowly leaned toward Harold. When the two of them were close enough, Cutie lightly kissed Harold, and then drew back with hope in his eyes. Harold enjoyed the brief touch, and wrapped his arms around Cutie, pulled his body into his own, and passionately kissed him. Cutie held Harold and sank into the kiss. The other hotel guests in the lobby walked around the kissing couple.

After the kiss, Cutie led Harold to the dance room. Actually, it was a large meeting room set up to house the dance. A make shift bar was set up to one side, tables and chairs set up for the guests, and a DJ booth was set up to one side to play music. Again, almost all of the convention goers were at the dance, bent on having a good time.

Cutie walked with Harold paw in paw into the room. Harold took in all the sites, as he set himself to have a good time with Cutie. He spotted his friend Zippy with a few of his friends in one corner, laughing and socializing in their own clique. Before Harold could do anything, Cutie dragged Harold out to the dance floor, faced him and they began to slow dance together. Cutie still wore the backpack, he nuzzled close to Harold's body, and Harold enjoyed the sensation as he swayed to the romantic music.

As the two of them danced, Harold looked about. He saw that a number of the other furs spotted him, and kept glaring at him in anger, as if he didn't belong. The look from the other furs made Harold feel self-conscious, and he tried to ignore it and enjoy Cutie's company.

As Harold and Cutie danced, Cutie looked up to Harold with a smile. "I like this Harold." He said in his sing-song voice.

Harold smiled back. "I'm enjoying this too, Cutie."

After the song ended, the two of them made their way to an empty table. As they sat down, the convention organizer named Dennis approached Cutie. Dennis was a thirty something rabbit, and dressed in a stylish shirt and pants, as if out for a night out for fun. He was a 180 cm tall large sized rabbit who gave the impression of being able to say anything with warmth and genuine concern, whether it was true or not. He faced Cutie and said with a warm smile "Hello Cutie, how is it going?"

Cutie jumped up, and hugged him. "Dennis! Thank you for this!" he sang out to Dennis with glee.

Harold felt a pang of intense jealousy as he felt Dennis intrude onto their private moment, but kept his mouth shut for Cutie's sake. He took an immediate dislike to Dennis.

Dennis smiled down at Cutie and nuzzled him as he hugged back. "Your friends wish to say hi. Did you want to see them?"

Cutie stepped back and nodded his head. He turned to Harold and kissed him briefly. "I'll be back, Harold!" he rushed out in his sing-song voice. Before Harold could object, he let Dennis lead him back to a table full of waiting furs, leaving a very annoyed Harold all alone.

Harold fumed at the intrusion, but didn't want to intrude on Cutie's fun. He does have other friends he wants to see, Harold thought with resignation. I should be the bigger fur here and not burden Cutie. After a few minutes, he got up and went to the bar for a drink. I can wait for him.

As Harold faced the bar to order a drink, he heard Dennis behind him. "Harold I presume?"

Still miffed by Dennis's intrusion, Harold turned around to tell him off. He saw Dennis with his arm around a timid possum gentleman. The possum looked to be in his mid-thirties, stood at a height of 160 cm tall, was dressed for a night of fun, but seemed to be a shy fur. He shyly glanced up at Harold with a bit of nervousness. Harold nodded his head to Dennis and held his temper in check, along with his rebuttal. "Yes."

Dennis spoke with that same genuine warm voice that grated on Harold, as if he sold used cars for a living. "Harold, I would like to introduce you to Remo. He came here to meet someone, and I thought the two of you might hit it off." Dennis took his arm off of Remo and presented the possum.

Harold looked at the possum and began to object. "But... uh..." I'm already here with someone, he completed the thought.

At Dennis' motioning, Remo spoke in a hesitant voice that sounded scripted. "P-pleased to meet you... s-sir? May I... um... ask you to dance?" He looked at Harold with hope in his eyes.

Harold glanced to Cutie, and spotted him at a table with a number of furs. He was the center of attention in that group, and seemed to enjoy the company of furs, as they laughed it up. The other furs lavished attention onto Cutie, and he seemed to enjoy it. Harold felt bitter disappointment. The situation sparked up bad memories from his childhood. When he was a kid, he was always the last one to be chosen for a team, since he wasn't in the right 'clique', or being a large sized non-athletic kid. It was a contributing factor that led him to burying his nose in a book, since he was smart. It was a harsh lesson to deal with while growing up, and he worked hard on leaving that part of his insecurities behind. But all of those feelings rushed back to him at that moment. With the situation hitting him in the face, his hopes of a joyous evening with Cutie faded. He faced Remo and said "Sure... I will..." He put on a brave smile, for the possum and for himself.

Remo's face lit up with delight. "Thank you, sir!" He reached out, grasped Harold's paw and pulled him out to the dance floor.

Harold never got a chance to order his drink, and found himself dragged out onto the dance floor with the clingy possum. Harold thought about the situation at hand. Sure, he got to go out with the most beautiful rabbit, and felt some form of a deep connection with him. But sometimes things don't work out, he realized. He was currently at a chubby fur convention, surrounded by furs who found him attractive because of his size. At least I'm in the right place to meet someone. He definitely wanted to meet someone and possibly develop a deep connection and long term relationship with that fur. And he felt something for Cutie... Harold kicked himself with that train of thought. I guess I should meet a number of furs, he thought to himself. I can't meet the perfect fur on the first try. He gave a side glance at the possum who had a delighted look on his face as he snuggled his face into Harold's shoulder. Maybe he won't be that bad. But that didn't stop Harold from longing for Cutie.

As the two of them danced on the floor, Harold couldn't help but glance back to Cutie and his clique. The other furs in the group talked it up with Cutie and had the time of his life. He seemed to enjoy it. Harold sighed as he saw the writing on the wall about his position in life. Oh fur, he thought to himself. Who am I kidding? What would the most beautiful fur at the convention see in me? Harold and Remo danced on.

After the song ended, Remo led Harold with a firm grasp of his paw to an unoccupied table. They both sat down, and Remo immediately began to talk to Harold about himself, without giving Harold a chance to respond. Harold resigned himself to the role of captive audience, as Remo talked about his collection hobby... or something.

At one point, Harold looked over to Cutie and saw that Cutie gave a quick glance toward Harold's direction, due to Dennis gesturing back at Harold and Remo. Even from this distance, Harold saw Cutie's face change to sorrow, and he turned back to his group of friends.

Harold's jaw dropped open as things worked out in his mind. Dennis set me up with Remo so Cutie would see it, he thought to himself. He's trying to sabotage my date with Cutie! He felt genuine anger toward Dennis, and wanted to confront the convention leader about this. He stood up.

Harold tried to politely excuse himself from Remo. "I'm... sorry... I've got to go..." he interrupted Remo and left the table. Harold marched over to the table with fire in his eyes. He wasn't the typical alpha male, but could exercise that attribute at times, and his anger toward Dennis and his group stirred his flame. As he strode to the group, a few of the other furs spotted him with a surprised and annoyed look on their face. Harold glared back at them with his own anger. That threw the furs for a twist as they sat back surprised.

Harold stepped up to the table to say something. But Cutie must have heard him approach, and turned around to see Harold. He squealed with delight, jumped up from his chair and wrapped his arms around Harold in a warm embrace. Surprised by the sudden move, he quickly recovered and wrapped his own arms around Cutie. The other furs glared at Harold.

Cutie softly said in his sing-song voice full of innocence "Harold, thank you for coming." He nuzzled into Harold's shoulder.

Harold stepped back, looked Cutie in the eye and smiled as he gently said "Of course I came." He briefly glanced at the crowd of furs, and could see their visibly upset expression. He looked back to Cutie, grasped his paws, gazed into his eyes and said "What do you say we continue this in my room?"

Cutie's eyes went wide with delight, and nodded.

Harold and Cutie left the dance hall paw in paw, delighted by each other's company. When they reached Harold's hotel room, Harold worked on opening the door while Cutie groped Harold's tail and ass. They both went in and stripped while they kissed. Cutie never took off the thick dog collar, and Harold didn't want to force the issue, in fear of alarming Cutie. In spite of it, Harold took huge delight in viewing Cutie's body up close, and Cutie smiled as he eyed a stripping Harold. The two kissed while naked, and climbed onto the bed, with one thought on their mind.

The two of them made passionate love, pressing their bodies together. They both took turns entering each other using protection, and shuddered with delight as orgasm gripped their being. Not only did Cutie have an incredible muscled body, but knew what to do in bed. He was an experienced lover who knew how to enjoy himself. Harold greatly enjoyed the feeling of the wondrous white furred rabbit, and Cutie seemed to enjoy the experience greatly.

After an extended mad bout of love making, the two of them drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

Harold woke from his sleep when he heard a loud voice yell "You fucken' rodent! You can't do anything right, you shitty rabbit!" Harold bolted upright in bed, alone. He glanced over to the table and saw Cutie sitting at the table in front of a glowing laptop and an empty glass. He was still naked except for the dog collar, and shook with rage as he glared down at the computer. "What the fuck is wrong wid you, you fucked up runt!" Cutie yelled again as he leaned in.

Harold was astounded by the huge transformation of Cutie. At the dance hall and in the hotel lobby, Cutie was all sweet and innocent, much like a child. On the dance floor, he was an exotic dancer able to incite sexual lust to a crowd. But now, he was a furious rabbit, ready to tear anything up. When Harold studied psychology at college, he studied cases of almost split personality issues, where the right trigger could send a fur into another type of behavior at the drop of a hat.

Harold got out of bed and slowly approached Cutie's table silently as Cutie frothed with rage. "Jus' do yer fuck'n job, you worthless bunny!" Cutie yelled at the laptop.

Harold also knew from his psychology classes that abused children often repeated the same phrases that were hurled at them, so Harold guessed that he was witnessing a bit of the abuse that Cutie underwent as a child. Harold used a soothing and clinical voice he developed in graduate school when he practiced counseling others. He softly said "Cutie? Can you tell me what is wrong?"

Cutie jerked toward Harold with rage in his eyes and anger on his face. His paws were balled up with tension and began to yell at Harold when his expression completely changed to that of extreme sorrow. In a little child-like voice he meekly said "Oh... nu-uh... I'm... I'm sorry..." He slowly rose up out of his chair and wrapped his arms around Harold and held onto him like a security blanket. "I didn' mean... nu-uh... to break it..." Cutie's paws kneaded Harold's fur as a comforting gesture, as he sobbed.

Harold was caught off guard by the sudden change in emotion, but was grateful for small favors. He put his arms around Cutie and gently rocked him, cooing him with a soothing voice. "It's OK... it's all right..."

Cutie took the soothing voice very well, and seemed to calm down, but was still a bit shaky. He softly repeated "yer worthless... yer worthless..." to no one.

Harold's own emotions sorrowed up as he guessed about the abuse that Cutie went through. Who could have done this to Cutie, Harold wondered.

While Harold embraced Cutie, he glanced down at the laptop and spotted the issue confronting Cutie. Cutie had an email client program on named 'Wolfpack', a ubiquitous program that was found on every computer system. A pop up box opened up that said "Error 0x83F70001: Unable to contact mail server. Retry in 15 seconds." It would repeat again and again. This was an issue that Harold's was very familiar with. A few years ago, he did a temporary computer contract for the makers of Wolfpack that directly dealt with this issue. Basically, Wolfpack used to have an issue with sending/receiving mail through a specific router configuration which Harold guessed the hotel wireless used. The solution was to download and use the latest Wolfpack program. He mentally mapped out a plan to use on Cutie.

Harold back away from Cutie and held onto his shoulders. Harold spoke to Cutie in a soft and reassuring voice "Listen to me Cutie. You're not worthless. You're a very beautiful rabbit."

Cutie continued to look down at Harold's chest and knead his fur as he chanted his mantra "yer worthless... yer worthless...", almost in a self-induced trance. His eyes overflowed with tears as he clutched Harold for security.

Harold tried again. "Cutie, you didn't break anything." Cutie's face flinched but he kept kneading. Harold spoke again. "And, you can fix the problem."

Cutie jerked his head to Harold's face, and seemed to look at Harold as if for the first time with a blank expression. He seemed to think for a moment as he took in the raccoon's kind face. Finally, a bit of the child-like innocence crept back into his expression. In a small voice he said to Harold "OK Bumper, I trust you. Tell me what to do." He gazed at Harold with a look full of trust.

Harold did a double take. Did he just call me 'Bumper', he asked himself. But relieved that he got through to Cutie, he guided Cutie back to the chair.

Cutie slowly went back to the chair and looked at the laptop. The pop up showed again, and Cutie began to yell at the laptop again. "You... you worthless..." he said in an increasingly angry voice.

Harold wrapped his arms around Cutie and said soothing words into his ear. "You can do it." He rubbed his furry arms onto Cutie's chest. It seemed to calm down Cutie.

Harold instructed Cutie to launch a web browser, navigate to 'Wolfpack' website and look at 'Support'. Cutie did that. Harold instructed Cutie to search for the issue. Cutie found it, and began to read about the issue. Harold slowly released his arms from around Cutie and slowly stood up. Cutie's voice lost the child-like aspect, and returned to his usual sing-song pattern.

Cutie became so engrossed with working on the computer, he didn't realize it when Harold silently crept backward from the table, and slowly sat on the bed, with a happy smile on his face.

Cutie worked on the computer alone for about ten minutes, when he sat up straight and exclaimed "It worked! I did it! I..." He turned to tell Harold, but saw him sitting on the bed smiling back. Cutie trotted over to the bed, jumped Harold in a hug, and shook with elation, exclaiming "I fixed it! I fixed it!"

Harold hugged and kissed Cutie back with his own happiness. He was glad that he could help Cutie with not only fixing a computer issue, but also the confidence boosting exercise.

After a very happy Cutie profusely thanked Harold with a vigorous naked hugging session, Cutie turned off his laptop and returned to bed. The two of them settled down to go back to sleep in each other's arms. As Harold drifted off, he couldn't help but wonder about what he heard. Just what kind of abuse did he go through as a kid, he wondered. What is his real name? What is he hiding from me? And, why did he call me 'Bumper'?

The questions swirled about his head as slumber stole onto the both of them.