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Tyson looked so cute standing there, his ears flared up, the fur on his body standing on edge. Even through his clothes, it was clear to see the rising pelt pushing up. His stance had gone from freaking out, eyes wide, to him now leaning on the counter, a hard glare at both Anthony and me. "Well? What happened to the both of you?"

Anthony was a bit too giddy for my liking, ecstatically telling Tyson through his bruised body. "Ryan and I fought each other." Oh how those words could have been better said... The Doberman has his ears perched high, a mouthy grin flashed across his muzzle.

Me on the other hand, I know that was not what needed to be said. Flattening my ears back, I try to catch Tyson before he blows up, his main ruffling from what had just been said. "Tyson, it was a controlled fight. At the university." I know it won't really help much but I try to state my case. Tyson however sees it differently.

"YOU BEAT HIM?!" Tyson roars out, his eyes flash out afraid for Anthony, then rage at my actions towards the kid. "What were you thinking Ryan?" Some of the other kids that were in the other room had taken notice at the quarrel that is going on and start to eavesdrop. Even if I couldn't see them I knew from personal experience that this is juicy stuff.

Standing defiant, I continue on, noting that the Doberman had realized his mistake and that I am having to explain everything out. Anthony had slightly shuffled behind me, the fear of dealing with Tyson scaring the pup. Slightly avoiding the truth of why we sparred, I clarify the circumstances. "He needed to relieve some stress and I felt this was the best way. I mean come on Tyson, he enjoyed the spar! I knew when to stop and how far to push him but Anthony needed to get his anger out!" I raise my voice at the end, not intentionally but a slight boil is brewing. I need to calm down.

Tyson relaxes slightly, though still angered, and glances at Anthony. "Is this true? You know what I have said about fighting Tony."

Anthony cowers behind me, his stump of a tail clinging tightly to his body. Peeking out from behind my stance, he looks out at the cat, the huge imposing form that looms over us. Whining out softly, Anthony utters, "Yea... it was kinda fun Tyson. I thought about what you had said and... I was nervous at first.... But... Ryan had all the safety equipment... and we didn't hurt each other too much..."

I glare at Tyson, my wanting to protect the Doberman taking over. He isn't my child though; I am not allowed to supervise him in the manner that Tyson is. Pleading out to him, I cave slightly, "Tyson, I didn't rough him up too much. I knew how far I would go. I would NEVER hurt any kid. TRUST ME!" I put a slight snarl into that last part, making him know full well where my line is.

"Didn't rough him up? How am I to explain this," Tyson points out to Anthony's bruises, "if his mother comes around? Ryan, I don't know..." Tyson rubs his temples, his eyes pained with an internal fight.

Off to the side, Wilson steps out, the small fox emerging from the corner. His long bunny ears had been hearing everything, their stance already perked up right when he comes into sight. Locking onto Anthony first, the fox scoffs, "About time someone beat your ass in."

Anthony looks out to the new voice, surprised that someone was listening in. Tyson and I look over at Wilson as well, wondering what he wanted. Wilson continues his gaze to me, eyeing me up, "What are you still doing here? Though I am not surprised you got your ass beat in as well. You lasted longer than I thought." The fox sneers at me, taking pleasure in my aching, even though I wanted it.

Tyson snips out at Wilson, causing the poor kid to shrink down a little. "What do you want Wilson?" Tyson didn't mean to snap out but given the situation, he reacted stronger than he should have. After a second, he realizes what he had done and tones down a lot. "I'm sorry, what's up?"

Wilson had shriveled up, his tail curled in, his ears down flat, his back against the wall. As much as the kid bugged me, it was hard to see him so scared. Tyson had really roared out. "Umm... we were wondering when the session was going to start. A few of us were starting to wonder if it was being canceled."

Anthony slowly moves over to the wall, unsure of what all to do. I look at Tyson, then to Wilson and the hallway leading back. Being caught in this situation was not in the cards, so the awkwardness in the air is daunting. Tyson breaks first, his managerial duties taking priority. Huffing slightly, the adorable lion speaks softly, not wanting to cause further drama. "Yea, the session will start. Let's head back and start."

As we start to head back, Tyson calls out to one of the helpers, asking them to man the front desk while he facilitates the group session. I hang back with him, hoping that I can smooth things over and continue to explain things. I couldn't help but amuse myself, his normally clean cute fur all messed up from the debate we just had. It is cute how unkempt his pelt is at the moment, jets of hair flying out to and fro.

Whispering softly to him as the kids shuffle into the room, I speak just high enough so that he can hear. "Hey, I am sorry about it but Anthony needed it. It was a great way to relieve some of his built up stress. Almost in the same way I fought with you, it looks like you needed to relieve some stress as well."

I wrap my paw over his shoulder and mat down the clumps, subtly of course. "Also, I didn't know how cute you looked when you got all flustered. It's kind of a turn on." I comfort calm down the lion, erupting a discomforted purr out of his chest.

"Ryan, these kids mean the world to me. If anything were to happen to them... I... well I would do everything in my power to right the wrongs. Even though we have something between us, there are rules that need to be followed, a balance and order to things that shouldn't be broken. I don't want things to get out of hand and the kids to get hurt." Tyson lowers his shoulders, him submitting to the loss of power as well, an equal share on both our parts. It was clear from his fight that he was not just worried for the kids but me as well.

Moving inside the room, we both see that the teens have already set up their chairs and are seated, all eyes looking at the adults who were late to their own party. Sighing, Tyson looks around for his binder, eyeing it off to the side. While he grabs it, I move over to the circle, taking my seat next to the Bunny Twins and the Coyote. Tyson takes his seat and folds his ears back further when he notices what today's topic is.

Heaving out a heavy breath, Tyson opens up the group as he sits down. "Today's session is about impulsiveness and how to best control it. As we all know, our actions define who we are so it is obvious that how we control our desires will shape our actions to define us." Laying the binder out over his pants, Tyson pats his paws together and looks around. "Shall we start?" He asks, a strong hesitancy radiating off his throat.

Tyson glanced around the room, eyeing each of the furs up, debating best how to start the session. Given everything that had just happened, it was clear that he was worn out and his enthusiasm was not there. The lion's eyes were glazed in a way, a labored breathing showing signs of stress and discomfort. "Ok, since we are still getting to know Ryan, how about we all talk of what drives us. For instance, I am a workaholic. My initial impulse when it comes to work is to think of how to make things flow as easy as possible and how best to make life easier for you. What are some of your itches that you have trouble dealing with? And remember, everything that happens in this room stays here."

The furs all groaned out, a topic that was clearly not what they wanted to discuss. While I had slightly gotten to know Anthony, there were still many things I didn't know about him. When it came to the others, I knew absolutely nothing about them. And here Tyson wanted them to just open up to me? That was a lot of pressure that these kids were just handed. I don't know if I could tell some of my secrets, even the easiest ones.

The coyote sitting next to me was the most vocal, doing more than just groaning; actually whining over the instance. I looked to him with a raised eyebrow, wondering if it was an act or if, like the bunnies next to me who were shivering in fear (or because of something else), it was the truth actions of how he felt.

Coughing slightly, I speak up, hushing them all down as I began my offer. "It's clear to see that some of you feel uncomfortable speaking to me in front of the group..."

I am rudely interrupted by Wilson who sits slouched over next to Tyson. "You think?" That comment made him the recipient of a head slap from Tyson, which forced a slight grin onto my face.

"Anyways, as I was saying, what if you all wrote down what you deal with as your 'impulses'," raising my paws up, I quote the word with a slight distaste, "and I talk of how to best resist the urge to act out on them?" I am not a fan of the use of impulses because it makes for the connotation that it is something that we have no control over, an action that we feel the need to complete. I think it is utter bullshit, mostly because everything can change and be overcome. It may take time but it can be done.

Removing myself from the seat, I step over to the counter to grab a bowl. Tyson had ripped a sheet of paper out of his binder and passed it around with a pen, allowing each of the adolescents to write what they are faced with on a day to day battle. After a minute has passed, I look at the wads of paper lying in the bowl, wondering if I wanted to head back down this road, uncovering some dark areas that I didn't want to refresh.

Then I dug in.

*****

A few of the slips were easier than I had expected, dealing mostly with the urge to steal and kelpto related issues. I had feelings that they were part of deeper issues, the need for drugs and other highs being the probable issue. I did my best to talk of how there are better ways to get what they need instead of stealing; focusing on hard work to earn what would eventually be rightfully theirs.

It was hard for me to talk about it at times because I remember going through the same stages as them, wanting things that weren't mine. It was a walk down my past, though very heavily veiled, as I told them how I used to take drugs to relieve the stress. As most of them knew, the drugs were costly which involved me hurting other people. I informed that there are consequences to every action, and that they would eventually come back to haunt when they don't want it to.

I was happy to move on from it when I picked up my next slip, though was caught off guard when I read what it said. "Chronic masturbation..?" I saw a few of the other furs raise their eyebrows as well, each of them looking around at each other wondering who had such issues. Well now this just got interesting. Looking over each of the kids, I eyed each one up, trying to figure out if this was a joke or if any of them actually felt the urge to, well... beat off constantly.

I knew the twins were out of the question, and I had a strong feeling that Anthony didn't write it. "Well...." coughing slightly, having been caught off guard completely. Tyson looks over to me, him as well unsure of how he would handle the situation. Then it hits me.

I eye up the lone fox sitting across from me, a flash of light across his eye revealing his joke. I should have known he would have pulled such shit, since the coyote next to me is a young con kid. Wilson was the last option, making him for the perfect candidate.

"Chronic masturbation is actually a good thing." I start off, bullshitting the entire thing. He wants to play, I'll play. "It allows for you to learn your body in ways that you could never fully understand. I am not going to go into the details about the things that you are able to enjoy through your own body but by exploring what turns you on, you are able to better gauge how you react to certain stimulants and turn ons."

Everyone's eyes go wide at what I had just said, Wilson especially. None of them had expected me to go in the manner I had but a few of them were actually intrigued. I continue, placing my paws on my legs, eyeing Wilson directly. "Picture your body as the city around you. There are places in it that you do not want to go but there are others that, when visited, bring so much joy to you that it relaxes you to the point that you forget everything around you. Granted, I am for moderation, because if you rush into anything then you could get hurt."

The other kids notice my unweaving glance at the pup, and they begin to look at him thinking we are all talking about him. "The thing about "Chronic" masturbation is that you need to watch where you do it. Just like every second you are outside, you wouldn't be an ass. People would start to get the wrong impression about you. Masturbation is something that you do in private, where you have the ability to perform the acts in peace and solitude."

While I didn't mean for him to squirm from the sudden attention, it was nice to see Wilson shrink into his chair. I knew he had meant for it to be a joke, something that was unintended to backfire upon him. Changing the subject so no more torture would fall upon him, I start to wrap up the conversation. "Just remember guys that, while people tell you that there are only two options to any situation, there are actually many many more. For instance," I dig into my pocket to paw out a coin, "This coin actually has three sides it can land on. It's natural instinct is to fall on either the head or tail side, but what many people forget is that it has the ridge that it can stand on. It is hard but try and do just that; aim for that ridge. Be different and stand out from that people expect of you."

It was a little different to end a topic of impulses and I knew it didn't really fit but given how late we were running, I felt the coin analogy was a good ending. The teens all got up from their chairs, Wilson taking his slow time, and headed out. A few of them were enlightened, but I help reservations on how well they would take the knowledge and make good use of it.

I went out to grab Anthony, pulling him aside to talk. "Hey, I was wondering, would you be interested in joining up with one of the local gyms? If you are interested, I can look into finding a place for you to spar with other kids, and possibly make some money off it as well."

The Dobermans eyes lit up, the prospect that he could fight for money appealing to him. "Yea, that'd be great!" His little stump of a tail wiggled back and forth at the thought of fighting for money, though I quickly clarified things.

"Anthony, this would most likely be scholarship money, but still, it would be great for your education. You have potential; don't waste it beating up kids in the alleyway." I whisper the last part, maintaining my promise to him that what I saw would stay between the two of us.

Anthony dropped his tail a little, but was still interested. "Ok, well it would be good to spar with you as well every so often."

I break a smile in my maw, "Yea, though I need to get back into it. You got lucky shots pup." I rub his head, ruffling up the fur that had been maintained to his liking. I watch as he walks off, a little more of a jump in him. It wasn't much but I was starting to make an impact... hopefully.

"Don't get his hopes up too much." I hear a voice behind me, and see that it is Tyson, his lumbering frame resting against the door frame.

"I hope not to. I hope that I can find some similar programs down here that Northern Cali had." I move towards him and push him back inside to help clean up the chairs and reorganize things.

"You will still need to talk with his family. They might not be so willing to let him fight." Tyson softly says as we form the chairs back into their original positions.

Flicking my tail towards him, I tap him on the ass. "I'll try my best. The kid has potential. It's worth a shot." Once all the chairs are set back, we both move towards the door, meeting at the frame at the same time. I grab his arm and wind him to the side to face me. With my tail brushing his, I ask him, "Hey, would you be interested in dinner at my place? So we can talk things over?" I move my paw from his arm to his paw, interlacing my claws with his.

Tyson grips my paw, his ears flicking back and forth at the offer. His deep gaze makes me wonder if he will reject the proposal. As he continues his firm but caring grip, he pulls me in and whispers in my ear, "I would love to."