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Fursona High School

Chapter 2

A Different Kind of Party

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Tom lay on his bed, staring up at the white ceiling. His tail hung lazily over the edge of his bed, swinging casually back and forth. The party, the sleepover; the more he thought about it, the more they seemed like alien experiences. Sure he had slept over and gone to a few parties before, but his gut told him these were different. He checked his clock for the seventh time. Nine thirty-eight. The fox let out an irritated sigh.

"Anthony's late," He grumbled to no one. Tom's ears swiveled towards the window at the sudden familiar honking of a horn outside. He happily leapt off the bed, grabbed his jacket and backpack, and opened the door.

He looked back at his moderate sized room, which was a little longer than wider and on the second floor, making sure everything was in place. His medium sized bed was placed in the corner, the sheets weren't badly wrinkled. On the right side of the room was his well kempt closet and farther off was his wooden desk, his laptop and IPod atop of it. Directly in front of the door, between the bed and desk was the curtained window. All seemed in order and he flicked off the lights. Tom proceeded down the stairs, into the living room.

The fox lived in a modern two story house, painted blue outside. His older brother Kevin was off at college, meaning he lived alone with mom and dad. While the fox considered his life with his parents enjoyable, there was one small problem.

Tom's dating life.

His parents had begun pestering him about finding a nice vixen to go out with since he started high school. He had been able to avoid the questions for a couple weeks at a time before they began asking again. The problem was obviously his brother's fault. Kevin had dated girls even before high school, and that had set certain standards that Tom had to live up to. Tom wasn't jealous; he didn't even like girls (his family didn't know that) and he mostly blamed his brother's success on his genetic trait.

Kevin had been born with a condition called inversed fur. That is, he appeared to be a white fox with the red streak of fur running down from his chin and around to the tip of his bushy tail. He also had garnet colored eyes that nicely complemented his vermillion colored chestfur, which the doctors had no explanation for. The girls had gone crazy over his fur, which was probably half the reason they dated him. His brother regardless had broken up with every single one because he was looking for the right girl who loved him for who he was. Now he was single.

His parents were sitting on the couch watching TV. They were pretty average red foxes like him; slim, not too skinny or buff. They both had cerulean eyes, unlike Tom who had inherited his verdant eyes from his mother's parents. He walked towards the front door before his mother asked in a sweet voice, "Are you leaving already?"

"Yeah Mom. I'm staying at Anthony's after." His mom gave him a skeptical look.

"For how long honey?" The question had surprised the fox. He hadn't thought of that, and gave the quickest answer he could think of.

"All weekend?" he asked, his hopes resting on his parents' whim as he gave them a pleading look. His mom looked at his dad, who looked away from the flashing TV. His parents were kind but serious and he could trust them to be understanding. His dad then spoke in his somewhat deep voice.

"Have you finished your schoolwork?" Tom nodded his head. "Then my answer is yes." The fox gave a happy grin. He opened the door and before he stepped out his father interjected.

"Hey son..." He took a step back and looked at his father, "...look for a cute girl, will you?" His dad smiled at him.

"Yeah, dad." He tried sounding optimistic and strode out the door before they could see the guilty flush of his face. He disliked lying, especially if it was towards someone he knew. He hoped that he would be able to tell his parents about his sexuality some day, though it would be one of the worst experiences to live through.

He stared up at the ominous storm clouds hanging above, threatening to pour down on the city with each distant flash of lightning. The sunset was slightly visible across the horizon, just a small glowing gap of bright red and orange against the murky sky. The fox was not surprised. The weather in Middleview around spring was always depressing and damp: rain was as common as sand on the beach.

Tom hoped that the thunderstorm would not cause a power outage as they were prone to do. He put the thoughts aside when he heard the insistent honking of Anthony's truck. He hurried over and quickly entered the truck. "You're late," he growled, poking at the husky's shoulder in accusation. "The party started half an hour ago."

The husky turned to him and grinned in apology. "I'm sorry Tom, I didn't forget. I was just really busy." The fox wasn't going to let this one slide so easily.

"Busy...with what exactly?" The husky seemed prepared for the question.

"Helping my parents pack," stated Anthony. Tom gave him a confused look.

"Packing for what?"

"They're going off on a business trip for a week. My brother is staying with an uncle in Springfield. They left today and I have the house all to myself."

"Cool," the fox murmured, hiding the uncertainty in his mind. Tom thought that the husky's parents would be there during the sleepover, but apparently not. Why does that bother me anyway? I shouldn't worry, I can trust him.

The husky pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, gaining speed as they headed towards Mike's house. Middleview was a fairly large city and anyone who went to Fursona High lived on the eastern side.

The husky's demeanor transitioned quickly to a quieter one. "Did your parents let you stay over?" The husky kept his eyes glued on the road.

"Yes." The car slowed down at a red light.

"What's the backpack for?" asked the husky turning his face towards Tom. The fox continued staring out the window.

"I brought some extra clothes." He didn't mention to the husky about its other contents. The light blinked back to green and the car drove on. They soon passed a sign that told them they were now in the Clearwater estates. The houses they passed were much more luxurious and expensive looking.

The whole car ride Tom noticed that the husky was watching him out of the corner of his eyes. The husky had opened his mouth a few times as if to say something but then doubtfully closed it. They made a right turn and immediately spotted the wolf's house. Their jaws dropped at the sight of Mike's three-story Victorian style mansion, painted dark blue and surrounded by a ten foot tall iron fence. It was probably the largest house in the entire city, maybe a block long, and the bright lighting was an obvious sign of a party.

They found a parking spot one block away from the house. They walked down the street and through the gate. The fox did not want to dress too formally, and he had chosen to wear a light blue sweater and not too tight polo jeans. The husky had dressed with a dark green jacket and dark blue sweats. They strode quietly up the sloped crest to the door. Tom turned a little when he noticed that Anthony was looking him over.

"You look nice," the husky commented, a slight blush creeping onto his face.

"Thanks. You look, uh...hot." They both blushed and turned away from each other. Why did I say that? They both thought simultaneously. Anthony composed himself and rang the doorbell.

The wooden double doors opened seconds later; a gray raccoon appeared before them. The adult raccoon was nearly as tall as Anthony but not as bulky and wore a butlers outfit.

"Kin I help yzue?" The raccoon asked in a rich, thick French accent. Anthony dug out the invitation and handed it to the raccoon with a polite smile. The raccoon recognized the paper and stepped aside without hesitation. "Hwelcome to mazter Michaels' celebrazion."

Anthony quickly walked past the raccoon into the house, Tom not far behind. The raccoon swiftly moved between them and stopped the fox in his tracks. "Where iz yuur inveetazion?" The fox gaped back and forth between the raccoon and husky.

"B-but I'm with him. I was invited too," The fox said worriedly pointing at Anthony, who continued into the house oblivious to the argument.

"Eef yu do not hav an eenvitazion, I weel hav to azk schu to leev." The raccoon said impatiently and nudged the fox farther out the door.

"H-hold on, you can't do this!"The fox begged.

Tom could not believe he was being kicked out of a party he was personally invited to. The now irritated raccoon gripped his arm tightly forcing a yelp out of the surprised fox and shoved him out into the inky darkness. The fox stumbled forward and managed to balance himself before turning around. The light filtering out the door immediately vanished as it was shut closed. He stood in the darkness silently watching the door. He had no idea what to do.

The fox turned his attention up towards a flash in the dismal sky. Tom felt the light splash of a rain drop land near his eye. He blinked it away, turning down as the rain began pouring down heavily from above. The fox fought on what to do. He couldn't stay out and get soaked, but he was also bad at conflict. He couldn't stand arguing; he was bad at it and lost most of the time. The raccoon seemed like the aggressive type and was definitely stronger than he looked. Another glowing streak illuminated the sky and the boom echoed into his sensitive ears. The fox began to tremble from the cold now filtering into his body. It rained constantly in Middleview and the fox knew chances of getting struck by lightning weren't very high but he was still afraid.

Tom made his choice and walked hesitantly towards the door, his hand balled and poised, ready to knock. To his surprise the door swung open and a perturbed Mike looked down at him. Tom managed a sheepish smile before the wolf pulled him inside and shut the door.

He looked around and marveled at the beautifully furnished and constructed entrance. Adjacent to either side of the door were long hallways filled with paintings of unknown furs, mostly wolves. Directly ahead of the door was a large flight of stairs leading up and splitting in two separate sets on a small level, running back around so the second floor remained unseen. The entire floor was covered in luxurious sapphire blue carpet, devoid of any kind of design. The walls were white and exotic potted plants were placed in the corners.

"Tom, are you alright?" the wolf asked with a very worried tone. The fox turned, nodding before looking down himself. His clothes were wet but not completely and he was shivering slightly. Mike bit his lip.

"I'm so sorry for this." The fox noticed how worried Mike was.

"Mike, Its okay. I'm just a little wet." Mike shook his head.

"No Tom, it's not okay," he paused, sighing. "Look, my parents are very strict. If they found out a guest was mistreated and that I didn't do anything about it, well they..." The wolf trailed off. The fox could tell this was something important to him.

"Well, what do you have to do?" The fox asked looking at the wolf, his tail swishing low between his legs.

The wolf thought for a moment before grabbing the fox's paw and leading him up the stairs. Tom couldn't help blushing at how nice the soft, gray paw encompassed his own black one. He followed him up the second flight of stairs and onto the next floor. They stopped on the second floor, which had a lighter shade of blue carpeting. A long hallway was spread before them, with seven wooden doors on each side parallel to each other. Tom could guess they were bedrooms by the distance between each door. Mike guided him to the last door on the right side, opened it and pulled them in. A light flicked on and Mike's room came into light.

The room was by no means small, nearly as large as the entrance. A four post bed sat on the middle right side of the room, with a large drawer and mirror in the corner. To the left were two doors, to where they lead the fox had no idea. The wall between the doors and the bed had a large window draped with lime green curtains. The entire room was carpeted with soft plush emerald green carpet and jade colored wallpaper depicting intertwining vines clung to the wall. The fox also noticed that there was no form of technology save the clock hanging above the window.

The fox felt a tug on his arm and followed the wolf to one of the doors. Mike opened it, showing a white tiled bathroom to the fox. The wolf looked Tom over and said, "I think I have some clothes that will fit you." Their paws detached as Mike walked into the bathroom, leaving the fox alone in the room. Tom looked down at his paw, the same one that the wolf had been holding. He could still feel the wolf's warm, strong grip and smell his musky, dominating scent.

The wolf returned with a set of clean, white pants, shirt, and socks, and handed them to the fox. "You can change in the bathroom. Okay?" He nodded and stepped into the bathroom; the wolf shutting the door behind him.

The fox inspected the folded pile of clothes in his paws. They seemed to fit him perfectly. He stripped out of his moderately soaked clothes down to his briefs. He unfolded the neat stack of clothes and was surprised to find a pair of white cotton boxers. His own underwear was a bit wet so he decided to take them off as well. He blushed down at his fairly sized sheath before quickly covering himself up with the boxers. They fit comfortably and he finished putting on the rest of the garments along with his shoes.

He walked out to the room and smiled at Mike who returned his own meek smile in kind. "Thanks for the clothes," the fox said. The lupine nodded and moved to sit on his bed before motioning at the fox to join him. The fox sat awkwardly next to the wolf.

"Sorry about the whole getting wet thing." The fox smiled and replied

"Don't worry about it." The wolf still wore a look of doubt. "I wouldn't want to get you in trouble. Parents can be completely unfair." The fox spoke half to himself, remembering the family expectations weighing down his shoulders. The wolf nodded solemnly.

Tom stared at the wolf intently; the wolf's golden eyes seemed distant, probably lost in thought. A small, dark tuft of fur resided on his chin, the only other noticeable difference being the white tipped ears on the wolf's head. Mike's light gray fur gleamed in the light, meticulously groomed to perfection. The fox had not noticed that the wolf was wearing a black dress suit. A large wet stain ran down the entire wolf's left side.

"Mike..." The wolf turned to the fox, who pointed at the stain. The wolf's ears folded flat against his head in embarrassment and he stood up, beginning to strip off his shirt. His face glowed red when he realized it had seeped to the shirt below. "Damn party," he mumbled. Mike easily removed the shirt, exposing his toned, muscled torso to the fox. Tom gaped at the gesture, unable to pry his eyes off.

The wolf was amazingly built. His muscled arms flexed as he dropped his arms to unbuckle his dress pants. His perfectly sculpted pecs and abs shifted beneath the thick fur as the pants dropped around the wolf's ankles. The fox found his eyes locked onto the large wolf's groin, a sizeable bulge present at the center that sent shivers throughout his body.

Tom became conscience that the wolf was just standing there, grinning. He looked up into Mike's eyes, a guilty and embarrassed expression sweeping across his face. He pried his eyes away as the wolf sat back down next to him in nothing but white boxers similar to the ones he was given. His blush grew as he felt the wolf gaze over him, his grin widening and flashing his pearly canines. The wolf next to him was completely different than the one a minute ago.

"You know what Tom? You're right." His tone seemed a lot bolder than it had been at first. The fox grew queasy; Mike had caught him staring and he knew why.

"A-about what?" he dared to ask. The wolf paused before answering.

"Parents really are unfair. They expect you to do everything they tell you," the wolf stated. He stood up and paced the room. The fox didn't know where this would go, resulting in his growing nervousness. "My parents expected me to find a mate this year!" The wolf growled in a controlled but stressed voice. He walked towards the fox, who averted his gaze. "They still don't get the hint..." Mike stopped in front of Tom. The fox was completely frozen in fear. If the wolf lashed out at him, there would be no way he would be able to hold him back. Their eyes connected. "...I'm not into femmes."

Tom's eyes widened, his heart skipped a few beats. The only reason Mike would confess that secret is if he was sure the fox was gay. Mike grinned happily, his tail swishing out behind him. The fox's look and reaction had told the wolf everything he wanted to know. He had the fox right where he wanted him. Mike leaned forward, his muzzle edging closer to Tom's. Tom knew what the wolf was trying to do but he couldn't move to stop him.

A door suddenly burst open before laughter filled the room. Mike jumped back, Tom forward; their gazes moving towards the source of laughter. A bear and tiger lay sprawled on the floor, a furry pile in front of the second door next to the bathroom.

"What's going on?" The fox asked, fear edging into him. The black bear continued laughing on the floor while the orange tiger steadied himself on the doorway. Tom stepped towards the entrance when he noticed the tiger grasping a camcorder in his paw.

No! They saw everything! They have the whole thing on film! He felt himself go cold.

"Dude...that was HILARIOUS!!" the tiger roared with laughter, clutching his stomach and falling over alongside the bear.

They think this is funny? Is this some kind of joke? The fox's feelings said otherwise. Small tears of humiliation formed on the edges of his eyes. He looked at Mike, who had not said a single word after the intrusion.

"You set me up, didn't you?" the fox whispered, a sad tinge mingling with his voice. He couldn't believe the wolf had done this to him.

"No Tom, I didn't. I swear!" Mike pleaded, edging closer him, the fox stepping back.

The pairs' laughs filled him with doubt. He recognized them from the football team. They weren't as popular or as good as the other players, but Mike was bound to know them. Despair engulfed his heart, his breathing becoming labored. It was not hard to guess that his secret would soon be spread through the school with the help of those two. If the whole school knew he was gay, he'd become friendless, lonely and miserable. The thought alone made the fox whimper.

How could this happen to me? The wolf had closed some distance between them. "No, stay back," the fox sobbed. He turned around and yanked the door open. Tom ran out into the hall with a panic filled mind and headed towards the long staircase. The wolf's footsteps were not far behind him as he leaped down the steps, taking two at a time.

"Tom! Wait, please! I can explain!"

The fox desperately wanted to believe those words, but he couldn't let himself make the same mistake twice. His hazy vision made the climb a blur as he ran down as fast as he could manage, then the final, shorter staircase lay below him. He rushed down, misjudging the distance and sent reeling. He stumbled over the final step before the carpet zoomed onto his face. The last thing he recalled was the loud smack of his face before the world darkened, drowning him in the sea of unconsciousness.