_Just a quick little note before Edition 5 begins, :P. I've started putting in little numbers in brackets: (1), these are for book marking purposes only. So if you need to tab off the page, it'll be easier to find your place again. I think there's already a book mark system in place, but it doesn't seem to be consistent; it'll be there sometimes, but not always. That and I kept on losing my place when I was checking for mistakes. Anyway! Enjoy the read! _

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Chapter 1

Garret's P.O.V

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"Can you hear them Garret?" Tyson chortled, referring to the fact that Shaun and Corbin were having sex in the room over. Tyson, the orca, had just taken off his yellow shirt and had turned around to show me his six pack along with the other chiseled muscles he donned. As I knew very well, the majority of Tyson's body was white :his chest, his sexy crotch, the small marks on the side of his face, thick inner thighs, under his muscular arms and under his tail. The rest of the orca's body was black, apart from his juicy cock of course.

He didn't have a single hair on his body, but his soft skin made up for that as did his tight yet loving embrace that I was so used to feeling at night. His blue eyes watched me as I sat on the edge of the bed, hugging my knees out of shyness. My own body was nothing compared to Tyson's stout frame. His chin was broad and tough, his lips were even tougher and nothing meaninglessness ever escaped their cage. The eyes he possessed were fierce with loyalty and devotion, the blue

He even had a marks on his tally for personality as well. He was may more out-going than I could ever hope to be and much more furs liked him than they did me. He was boisterous, staunch in both body and mind, finally he didn't give a damn about what other furs thought about him. Only four of us in the university knew that Tyson was gay: himself, Corbin, Shaun and myself. Which was one of the reasons why Tyson had taken the four of out to his family's beach home on the east coast of Veden. That and he wanted to take my anal virginity in a place where I felt secure.

The three day holiday that we were spending together at the moment was more or less a tryst, I was bound to get a few harsh words from my girlfriend once I got back. I felt fairly bad that I had ditched my girlfriend on Valentines day to sleep with my best-friend behind her back. Although, how she hadn't guessed my relationship with Tyson yet was a mystery. Then again, we'd kept it under wraps well and Shaun only knew because he walked in on the two of us getting ready.

Size and personality weren't the only things Tyson had on me as well. As a satin rabbit, my fur was generally soft, but I was also pretty skittish when it came to letting furs get close to me. Tyson however, could do whatever he wanted around me and I wouldn't give a damn. That was probably due to the way Tyson treated me. He loved me dearly and let me know that every night, despite the fact that I had a girlfriend. But that didn't stop us from getting sexual in the bedroom, to a certain degree that is.

(1)

We touched each other's cocks every now and again, but we'd never actually put our body parts inside of each other (until the pin dropped). Some of the complements I'd hear from Tyson were mostly about my fur. He loved the colors and the slight pattern I had to my body. Most of my fur was snow white, but the interesting part was the 'beautiful' bronze. The tips of my ears, that hung down to my shoulders and the tips of my fingers and toes were bronze. Apart from those areas, there were bronze freckles dotted about my thighs that were designated to that region only. Well, I did have a large bronze spot on my right shoulder, but I rarely saw that one since it was on the back of my shoulder.

"Yeah I can." I snickered, blushing and covering my mouth with the covers. I could hear them clearly, Corbin made the occasional gasp, but after a while the pleasured noises stopped. I imagined that Shaun had Corbin pinned to the bed, after all the cat could be a prick sometimes. Then again, I was a little biased against Shaun, mostly because of our...past experiences. I was beginning to trust him again, since he'd started to shape up and treat every fur a little bit better.

Tyson slipped his mocha, cargo shorts off of his legs and happily showed me his huge erection. I licked my lips and shuffled about the bed again without taking my eyes off of his present for a second. "What's wrong? Surprised that there's nothing underneath my shorts?" "No no... It's just a little distracting." I rubbed my buck teeth along the tip of my tongue. "Want to feel?" He asked.

(2)

I nodded eagerly and accepted as the long sword was thrust into my waiting hands. It felt strange, I'd of course felt dicks before, both with my feet and hands. Yet this time around, it felt strange. His dick was hard (Obviously), it was bendable (to a certain degree), flexuous (like most if not all dicks) and it was beginning to become slick with the pre he had made.

I gave his base a rough squeeze out of curiosity. "Hey, don't squeeze, you'll make come to soon." Tyson chuckled. "Oh shush you! It's only foreplay, you're not going to squirt it all on my face just from a little touching." I chastised. "Now let me feel your muscles again." I demanded. Tyson knelt down on the floor in front of me and held out an arm for me to squeeze. His muscles were firm and round, I liked that; he'd be able to protect me, like a boyfriend should.

Tyson had stopped wearing boxers a few weeks back, mostly because they would get torn or stretched out by his frequent erections. That was slightly my fault, I liked having foreplay with Tyson, but like I said before, we had never had sex until the pin dropped.

"I think we should have sex now. How about it? I'm feeling a little pent up." He joked. I didn't reply, but still Tyson smiled and pulled the covers down only to begin stroking me with the back of a finger. His finger ran slowly through my face fur as his other hand began caressing my fur. His motions were relaxing, but his words had made my heart race more. "This is the perfect moment. I'm naked and I can lock the door. Please? I just want to make you happier." Despite the happiness Tyson's words brought, I bit down on what little nails I had left.

I wanted to do it, but I didn't want to disappoint him to the point where he would abandon me like a broken toy. I hoped that I wasn't just that to Tyson; a toy, waiting for what would seem like an eternity whilst I sat in the bottom of a locked, musty trunk. Tyson caught the worried expression on my face. "I'm sorry." He apologized with a sigh, ceasing the un-undulating movements that he was making. "I'm guessing that you remember what happened the last time we tried?" He asked, nearly shaking with rage over what he'd done. In truth, Tyson hadn't really done anything.

(3)

How could I forget? I'd started crying and shaking before Tyson had even put his dick in me. Tyson had started hating himself for it and I'd ran off to be with my girlfriend for the night. Thankfully, Shaun set us straight (well, he did sort of make us gay, but you get the point!) After that we'd never tried to have sex. We were both okay with the platonic relationship we shared and I did want to keep both Tyson and my girlfriend in my life. So if Tyson hadn't enjoyed the sex and if it had gotten out, I would have lost both of them in the blink of an eye. Now that, would be a disaster. "Yeah." I replied with sad eyes.

"I don't want that to happen again." Tyson said kissing me softly on the forehead. Tyson lifted me out of bed from under the arms like a child and stood me up out of bed. "Let me undress you." Tyson demanded and began taking off my clothes without asking for permission. I'd already taken off my trousers and socks, since I was planning on going to bed, but my shirt and undies were still on. I was wearing a yellow shirt with the text 'Lemons. Just Lemons.' printed on the front above a picture of a lemon. It was a stupid top, but I liked to wear it. Tyson took it off by putting his hands under the shirt and slowly lifting it off. His cold, but warming hands touched my chest as he stripped me.

"Tell me if you get cold." He said. "I will." "Good. I don't want you getting a cold when it's valentines day tomorrow." How typical of him. "Then why aren't we planning on having sex tomorrow?" I asked. "We are, but I can't resist you right now. Let me have you, please. You're everything that I want." Tyson rumbled, his sexy and courteous voice coming through in a crusade to over power my senses. I can tell you now, it was very successful. "How could I say no?" I asked. Tyson dropped my shirt to the cream colored carpet.

In that moment Tyson got me against the dark brown wall and began kissing my shoulder roughly. He used those large hands to slam my back against the wall, if he'd pushed any harder I would have gone through the wall. I relaxed my body, closing my eyes and grasping his sides for support as he showed me who the man was.

His hands explored my chest and wandered over my white briefs for a second; I really did wear some childish things. He kissed my lips once, dropping the rough play and then ducked his head back to my neck. I rested my hands on his ass and moved my head to the side from instinct, away from his lovingly vicious kiss.

"Are you afraid of me?" Tyson asked, pulling his head back slightly, so that he wasn't so intimidating. "No. It's just that old rabbit instinct of tail up and run away." I joked. "Do you want me to stop then? I promise I won't make you do anything unless you want to." Tyson promised. "Please, carry on." I smiled and Tyson resumed kissing my body and forcing me against the wall.

Tyson was probably going to leave a big, clear love bite on my neck, but I'd hide it with my fur once I got back to the university. Tyson began pulling down my briefs, but only at the back. Apparently he wanted to drag the foreplay out a bit. His hands grasped my bare ass like pincers, spreading them slightly as he rubbed them. My ass was very flat, but I still had a little bit of chub there, so there was something to hold on it. One of Tyson's arms moved up around my waist to pull me in closer.

(4)

In my opinion, Tyson was being dominant, but not as much as he could be. He'd once shown both Corbin and me a video of him making Shaun into his bitch. It was kind of funny, but it did tell me that Tyson was one for bondage. I knew that Tyson would never even dare to put a leash on me, not because he was afraid of what I could do, but because he wanted me to know that I was free to be myself.

I wanted him to tie me up a bit though and claim me as his own; if that would make him happy that is. Don't get me wrong! I wasn't keen on bondage, but I was well up for the claiming part though. I don't know why, but there was something so hot about belonging to some other fur. Even if our relationship was just platonic, I'd be okay with becoming his pet, so long as he treated me well. The last thing I wanted was an abusive boyfriend who was strong enough to snap me into two like a twig.

Seconds later his hands fell down to my briefs as did as his kisses. He began kissing the fully grown bulge in them as his fingers danced along the edges of them, teasing me. I gasped when his lips smacked against the tip of my fabric covered cock. I stroked the top of his bald head with my soft hands since it was the only thing I could do.

"Can I?" He asked, looking up at me. I looked down at him with my brown eyes and kneeled down, so that he was once again taller than I was. "Nope!" I stuck out my tongue and pushed him over onto the floor.

Tyson laughed and although my push only budged him, he purposely fell over. I clambered on top of him, my legs either side of him and my hands pushing down on his abs. I sat just above his six pack. His hands shot out and grabbed my legs to keep me in place. "Got you." He smiled.

"No! I've got you." I gave him a shove. He responded by pulling my legs backwards, making me fall onto his body. "Eek!" I cried as I came crashing down. My chin landed just below his. If I could have started to bite my nails, I would have probably torn them off in one go. To make up for it I bite the insides of my cheeks.

He then rolled over and pinned me to the floor. I struggled underneath him in terror, forgetting that he was just playing with me. I winced and tried to make myself smaller as I flailed with my legs. My heart was racing in my chest until Tyson released me and backed away from me. "I'm so sorry." He apologized, with a look of horror in his eyes. "I didn't mean to scare you." I could have sworn that Tyson was about to cry. I opened my eyes and tucked my knees into my chest again. "I'm sorry." He repeated with guilt and shame flooding his heart. "You didn't do anything wrong." I forced a weak smile for him.

(5)

The next thing I knew I was being scooped up in his arms and put back into bed. He tucked me into bed and kissed my forehead again, all the while keeping one hand grasped with mine. He didn't get in with me, but instead spoke to me. "I need to go and take Corbin and Shaun's suitcases to them, I'll get ours as well. Do you want something from the kitchen?" He asked. "Don't worry, I'm not hungry right now." I answered.

"Are you sure? You didn't eat on the train." Tyson worried ,rubbing my stomach. "If you think you're overweight or something I promise you that you're not." Tyson smiled. "I don't. Run along now." I smiled back at him and leaned forwards for him to land a kiss on the side of my cheek. "On the lips you idiot." "Why rush? I have three whole days to make you mine." Tyson laughed. "Prince boy." I smacked Tyson gently on the face and pulled a face resembling annoyance. He pulled a face back in a light hearted manner and kissed me again, pushing me down onto the bed.

With that, Tyson walked out of the bedroom. I heard his heavy paw steps making the floor boards creak. I sighed and got all snug in bed as I looked about the room. Tyson really did treat me like a prince. Tyson had said that no fur in his family had ever set paw in this place for years now, yet it was clean and dustless. He'd also given the both of us the bigger and better room.

Aside from the warm colors the room sported, the furniture was vintage and expensive, like that house itself. I admired that, Tyson's family had good taste. The bed I was tucked into had a wooden frame, the shade of the wood matched the color of the walls. The mattress was soft, but not squishy and the pillows were just the same. Like the carpet, the quilts and covers were all cream. The whole room stuck to that theme, dark brown wooden furniture and the decorations were either cream, bronze or mocha. Admittedly, Tyson seemed more like a 'blue' kind of guy. Mostly because he was a cetacean.

The bed was positioned in the middle of the room and at the end of it there was a very old chest, where ornaments were kept. There was a set of drawers, so maybe the chest was just for show. Along with that, there were two wardrobes for clothes and a desk that was currently empty. Apparently the designer of the room had a thing against chairs, because the room was completely clear of all chairs in all their forms.

I quickly checked the bed for white fur, which was hard to find since white on cream was difficult to see. I wasn't being picky or anything, I was more worried about shedding in another guys bed. I'd been cursed with shedding around Valentines days for years now and I'd forgotten to brush my fur for a while now, so I stressed about Tyson coming back to find a big clump of fur in his bed.

(6)

Whilst I was being held captive by the act of looking for fur, Tyson walked and pressed his weight down onto me. "Prince." He purred, getting under me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "Sorry about making you lose that erection, hun. Do you still want sex?" He asked. "Not right now, but soon would be nice." I smiled. "Sure thing bunny."

"Garret, will you try to put on weigh for me?" He asked. "Why do you want me to put on weight?" I asked. "I want you to be a little chubby. So you're a little bit more cuddly, that's all. Is that alright?" "I want to be skinny." I pouted. "Garret, you're underweight and that's not a good thing. There's nothing wrong with being on the top end of the 'average weight' section." Tyson pointed out. "I know..." I sighed.

"You're still eating the sandwich I made though." He ordered. "What's on it?" I asked, even though I knew that Tyson would force the thing down my throat if I said no. "Strawberry jam on side, butter on the other. Just how you like it." Tyson smiled. "And a carrot?" I sounded like a child who always wanted more. "Two. It's on the drawers." He said, releasing me, so that I could get up to find it. "You pamper me too much." The two of us chuckled slightly and once I'd settled back down in bed, Tyson's hands found their way to the my waist like homing missiles. Although, a few barrel rolls weren't going to shake him off any time soon. "You are my prince though." He smiled.

(7)

Tyson nibbled on my ear gently ; like I was gnawing on the sandwich. I couldn't help but laugh at the feeling of his teeth softly biting my big, floppy ears. "Why are you doing that?" I asked.

"Your ears feel nice." Tyson chuckled. "And I must admit, I have a thing for ears. Have you gotten back your foot fetish yet?" He asked. A few months ago, I'd had a very strong fetish for paws and feet. I don't know why, but I liked to feel them and I liked to use my own to pleasure other guys and gals. "No." I admitted. "Damn. I loved that about you."

I finished my sandwich off quickly and put the plate on the floor. I handed a carrot to Tyson. "It's yours." He said, turning down my cheap, pointless gift. "Now it's yours." I pouted, cramming the food into his mouth and biting down on my own. He laughed, but didn't spit it out. Instead he finished it off in a few bites as did I.

We lay like that for minutes, my hands over his hands and his hands over my body, cradling me like a child in need of protection. "Garret?" He asked. "Yes Tyson?" "One day. Do you promise to marry me?" "I can't make a promise like that... I mean. I love my girlfriend and you... It's just. A touch a decision." I sighed, getting worked up over the fact that I was technically cheating on the both of them.

"If we do. We're going to live here, there's four rooms, two bathrooms and best of all, no rent." "That's sounds great. But wouldn't it be a little bit big for two men?" I asked. "We'll adopt. Three kids, two boys and one girl." Tyson explained. "They'd love it here." I smiled.

(8)

"Do you... like... it here?" He asked slowly, running a hand through the fur on my stomach. "I love the smell of the sea and the breeze is nice as well." "I meant the house." Tyson chuckled. "I love it, but is there electricity here?" I asked. "Of course there is.I just like to keep the lights off." Tyson laughed. "Now..." Tyson grinned, letting his hands go back down to my briefs.

"Yes please!" I smiled as his hands disappeared to tickle my sheath. I subconsciously began clicking my teeth. I felt his erection rubbing against my back as my own made friction with my briefs. I tried to find his body with my hands in order to repay him for the sensation he'd brought me. I didn't care how I gave it back, even giving him a rim job wouldn't be that bad.

"These briefs were black before I met you." I joked. Feeling embarrassed that I made a dirty joke, I pulled the covers up to my mouth. "I'm sorry, washing clothes isn't my thing." Tyson joked.

"How does it feel?" I asked, hoping that Tyson was up for the guessing game. "Washing clothes?" Tyson asked in confusion. "No! Anal... What is it like to have someone inside of you? Does it hurt?" I asked curiously. "Well I've always been a top to be honest. But I imagine that the first time might hurt a bit, especially with me as your partner." Tyson chuckled "Oh. Is there any blood?" I shivered. "If the dick is too big, then yes. But, if you use lubes and start off small, you won't get hurt." Tyson sighed as he noticed how nervous had become. "I'm sorry for putting you off. I bet you want to just go to bed now." Tyson apologized, shuffling about beneath me.

"Of course not! You still haven't fucked me." I smiled and relaxed my body, bringing us both closer to the pin drop.