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I don't know what the hell they are doing keeping me here in this waiting room type area of this place. The doctor hadn't been to see me and they took me straight from my room. They even forced me to get a shower and brought me a fresh pair of clothes. Oh god... not another stupid adoption. They always did this. When are they going to learn that I don't want to be in some household where the adults always beat me or treat me like total shit, because that's always the outcome that seems to happen. They're simply better off leaving me to rot in this dump until I'm 18 and then dumping me out on the street. That's all they think of me anyway. Trash.

I have been in this room for too damn long now. How much longer are they going to take until they realize I'm nothing more than a lowlife kit that deserves nothing but hard times and a rough life? Hell, my real father didn't even love me enough to take care of me after mom died. I was eight. My father was the lowest of the low, or at least in my eyes he was. He'd use his belt for punishment, even at my young age. I guess he believed in some sort of strict capital punishment. I was sneaking out f the house to meet up with this cute Dalmatian who would hold me close and say it was all okay when I'd meet him with a fresh cut or bruise somewhere on me.

I had known by then my sexuality already, and my father had not only found that out because of that Dalmatian taking me home the one time and we were apparently hugging more closely than friends would and hated me for it, but also despised me for sneaking out. He grounded me for forever, but he knew that would never work. I packed a bag and ran away. But when I had come to the place where we had agreed to meet, he wasn't there. He had left me alone, by myself, young and now without any parents because I knew my father wouldn't ever take me back since ran away on my own. I knew he hated me for my sexuality, which further assisted in my assumption. I still love him.

After waiting another twenty minutes that seemed like two hours, I heard voices in the other room drawing closer. I perked my ears forward to hear what the voices were saying. The one I knew already as the new hot doctor, who through the lack of my own willpower toward him, had told him only some vague information about my past.

"So Josh, are you finally ready to meet him? He's probably not too excited about being stuck in that room for so long, so take it easy on him and let him warm up to you a little bit, if at all," I heard the doc say. It was almost like he legitimately cared about me. I know nobody could though.

"I think I'm ready. I understand he has had a rough past and I will be as careful as I can. Lead me to him, doctor," the other voice said in a pitch that was only a fraction higher than hot doc's own. What do they mean meet me? Do they know so much about my past? Oh god... this is another stupid adoption thing. This will never work! My tail wags softly and involuntarily. Quit it stupid tail! What do they mean warm up to me? Oh yeah, I'm the bad kit. How could that stuff, the stuff that haunts me every single day of my life, ever slip my mind? I want to know what they mean though. My tail wags a big faster and my ears stay pinned back now, as I try to stop my stupid tail from this damn wagging. What has gotten into me? I know I'm terrified!

The tow voices quit their speaking and the footfalls of the twho of them from what I could hear grew closer and closer to me. The handle for the door turns and the large wooden door with the yellow square piece of glass in the center opens slowly. Dr. Müllen enters the room first, all husky and all hot. At least that's what I thought was the definition of hot until the other voice that had accompanied the doc was led in by said doc. An Arctic Fox, just like me, except not an albino like I was comes through the door, and I swear to you not, he definitely is the definition of perfect in every way. Beautiful and hot as can be, snowy white fur, long puffy tail, the shiniest wet black nose, large pointy ears, and a slightly visible change of color in his left eye. Like I said, absolutely perfect. I shit you not. He smiles a nice, broad shiny full smile at me, which melts my heart even more than it is in what is probably true love with him right now. My pants instantly go tight and I let out a soft whimper, but control myself from making it loud enough for them to hear it. My tail tucks around my waist as tight as I can get it, my ears pinned back tight against my head. I stare down at my white nose and try to ignore the fact that I wish I could pleasure myself to the image of him right now.

"Kayleb," the doctor says to me, probably repeated for the twelfth time now to get me out of my drooling over the other fox in the room, "Kayleb, this is Josh Freedan. We are performing a new program called the "Full Immersion Project," and it places cubs in this institution, one of them being you, with willing adults who are of your own species. Josh here is willing to take the time to take care of you. We hope you cooperate with this program, Kayleb. The reason we keep you to your own species is so you don't feel left out or alone, and so you have some sort of connection with each other. I would love to have asked you if you wanted to participate in it, but I know you and everyone else would have said no. do you have any questions or anything you would like to know?"

I literally freaked out. I mean not lashing out or yelling or anything like that, but in my mind. I completely physically froze in my place after hearing this sudden news. I'm going to this guy's house because we share the same species line? That's only the biggest load of bull I'd ever heard. But whatever. I didn't care at this point, and I would probably run away anyway. I don't know why they'd try this stupid adoption thing on me again. I'm a hopeless case anyway. I'm a whiney, annoying, no good doing kit who was a lost cause. This Josh guy is cute though.

"I take it that's a no then, Kayleb? Alright. You will be driven by me to his house on Monday. There are some rules though Kayleb. You have to treat him nicely, no running away, do what he says. There is a minimum of four weeks to spend at his house, and if the both of you wish to stay the same way after the four weeks, then we will start official adoption regulations. You two can get to know each other a little better right now while I pick up some papers for your unofficial release. I'll be back in about 5 minutes." The doc exits the room, leaving me alone with this snow white fox who looks almost just like me.

HOLY SHIT! Four god damn weeks!?