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Wendell left the blindfold on me by accident while we slept. Although, it did help me sleep a little bit. I still feel his weight on me. I rub him a bit, feeling all that soft, gray fur. When I do this, he nuzzles his head closer to my chest. I take my blindfold off and look at him. He's got that cute smile on him that I've always adored.

"Wake up sleepy head." I calmly whisper into his ear. His ear twitched a bit and his smile got bigger. I kiss him on the head and he slowly opens his eyes, looking at me.

"Hi," Wendell says, "Did I leave the blindfold on you? My bad."

"It's okay." I smile and kiss him again, "I kind of liked it."

"Ok. What's planned for today?"

"I'm not sure. I was hoping we could go on a second date since our first date went well, but we ran into those felines and they threatened us."

"Well what did you want to do?"

"I don't know. Maybe we could go to the café or something." The one I'm referring to is the one in the suburbs right outside of town. Daisy's Café. I've met Daisy before. She's a friendly southern Vixen.

"Sure. Just let me get dressed."

"You can borrow some of my clothes." I say.

"And you're okay with that?" he asks. I nod. Wendell gets up and goes to my dresser and opens the top drawer. He pulls out a black shirt and puts it on. I can't help but stare at him. When he looks back at me, he smiles.

"You look good in black. It really looks nice with your fur." I say.

"Awww thanks. I think you'd look good in red." Wendell pulls out my red shirt.

"You know that's my favorite color." I giggle. I take go up to him and take the shirt.

"And you knew that black is mine." Wendell takes a pair of my jean shorts and puts them on. Damn he's cute! He gives me another pair of the same shorts.

I walk my nightstand and get my hat. I don't wear it much but I like it. It kinda looks like a truckers at since it has that net thing on the back. And you guessed it: it's red. Well, brick red. My shirt's more of a lighter shade. When I turn around, I look at Wendell. He's got something around his neck.

"What's that?" I ask, tightening the hat on my head.

"They're dog tags." he says.

"What's on it?"

"Here." Wendell takes them off and hands them to me. I take a look. One of them is a rainbow and the other is a silver plate with a shape cut out. A pawprint, one from a wolf. If you put one over the other, it looks like the print turned into a rainbow one.

"They're nice," I hand them back to him, "Where'd you get them?"

"I bought them online." he says.

"Why get them?"

"Because I said I was bi-curious and so I thought it was appropriate. By the way, if you want to wear them, go ahead."

"Really?"

"Of course." Wendell gives me the dog tags again and puts them around my neck.

"Thanks." I hug Wendell, he hugs back.

"You're welcome." he pulls me in for a kiss. I kiss him back and hug him tighter. "Is it ok if we can get playful later?"

"Fine." I roll my eyes. I grab his paw and we head out the door. The walk there usually would take about five minutes. If you're from this town, or around here, you'd recognize it even if the sign wasn't outside. It's this bright white building (I think the only one like this) that looks like it's in the middle of nowhere, if you were facing one way. However, if you turn around, the whole town is right there. This is because Daisy's is the last place on this street. After that, it's basically the highway.

As I predicted, the walk takes up to about four or five minutes. The second we walk in, you'd think we've been transported back to the 1960's or something. The place has black and white checkered tiles spread across the floor. Over on the far right, a jukebox is playing some kind of older style music I don't recognize. The booths that line up in front of the windows are red (of course). Behind the counter, a Vixen with orange fur goes up to greet us. Wait. What's that on her tail? Some of Daisy's fur is pink.

"Hey guys." Daisy has this southern accent that I like.

"Hi Daisy," I try to imitate her, with failure, "What's with your tail?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's some pink on it." I point at it. Me and Wendell take a seat on the stools in front of the counter.

"Oh. That. Well, I thought it'd look nice." she starts to blush a bit.

"It does but I've just never seen it."

"It kind of looks like what Angie does." Wendell speaks up.

"Who's Angie?" I ask.

"My cousin." he pulls out his phone and pulls up a photo of her. I see a photo of Wendell putting his arm around a pink fox. No seriously. ALL of her fur is pink, with some black here and there. "She lives in Los Angeles so I barely ever see her."

"Did she ever tell you why she did that?" Daisy asks.

"Yes. She said that she once did it since she lost a bet, but when the dye wore off, she kept re dyeing her fur pink. After that, it became a monthly habit."

"Nice. So what can I get you two boys?" she asks.

"I just want water. I'm not really hungry right now." I say. I'll worry about food later. Right now, I'm thirsty as hell.

"Can I just have coffee and a muffin?" Wendell asks.

"Sure. I'll be right back." Daisy walks off.

"So," I try to continue talking with Wendell, "Why does Angie live in LA?"

"Well, she used to live here in Tennessee, but when she graduated, she got accepted into some college in California."

"Do you see her often?"

"Of course I do. We were very close as kids. I only see her in person once or twice a year when she comes to visit. Or sometimes I go to visit her."

"How come you never told me any of this?"

"It never came up."

"So, does she ever like, talk to you on the phone or something?"

"Sometimes. Mostly, we get on Skype every now and then."

"Oh. Ok." I never knew this about him. Usually when it came to talking about family, it was never brought up much before. I mean, I've met his parents before and he's met mine, but other than that, I don't know much about his family.

"Do you have any family other than your parents?" Wendell asks.

"Of course I do, but if you mean if I have any that were close with me, I did use to hang out with my uncle a lot when he was younger."

"What was his name?"

"Joe. But that wasn't his real name. In fact, I don't think he ever told me his real name."

"Alright."

"Have you met her roommate?" the question slips out of me before I even think.

"What?"

"Angie. Her roommate? I thought that all college students live with someone else."

"Oh. She does have one. I've never met her in person, but sometimes she gets on camera with Ange whenever I video chat her. She's a bear. I think her name is... Janelle."

"Cool." I say. Daisy comes back, places a cup in front of me and a mug in front of Wendell, then walks away again. "So... how is Angie related?"

"What do you mean?" Wendell takes a sip of coffee.

"I mean, you're a wolf and she's a fox." I grasp the water. Yikes! This is freezing cold. I idnk some of it anyway.

"Angie's adopted." Wendell puts on a serious face, like I've crossed a line or something. I should probably shut up right now.

Daisy comes back with a muffin in her paw and hands it to Wendell. Thank god! She probably saved me from a moment of scolding. "Can I ask you two something?" she asks.

"Yeah. What is it?" I say.

"Are you guys a couple or something? I saw you come in holding each other's paw." when she says this, the memory of about ten minutes ago replays in my mind. We did come in holding paws. I immediately blush.

"Yes. We are." Wendell says, reaching over and grabbing my paw. Thankfully only we're the only ones here. I don't feel like going through what happened yesterday again.

"Oh that's cute." Daisy says. She slips a piece of paper in front of us. The bill. Thankfully it's not much. Wendell eats his muffin (now that I think about it, I think it was a blueberry one) and finishes his drink. Soon enough, I finish my water (I shivered a bit at first since I'm not used to cold water this early in the morning.

"Well, what did you want to do next?" I ask Wendell as I give Daisy the money we owe.

"Not sure." he says.

"How about we go get some fur dye." I say. After seeing Daisy and the photo of Angie, I'm already getting ideas.

Wendell gives me a questioning look. "Really?" I nod. "What did you have in mind?"

"I think I have an idea." I wink at him. We get up and head out the door.

"Bye guys! See you soon!." Daisy yells as we head out the door.

"See ya!" I say back. When we're on the street, we walk back into town. I know where they sell fur dye. You can easily pick up a small bottle of it at the dollar store, which is thankfully down the street from my house.

"So what colors did you want to get?" Wendell asks.

"Blue, red, and yellow." I say. I have an idea of what exactly I want to do. We walk in the store a few minutes later. I know this place like the back of my mind. They keep it in the back. When we get there. I pick up a small bottle of red, blue, and yellow fur dye. I can't believe stuff like this only costs a dollar these days. We pay for it and we walk out.

"Exactly what are you planning on doing with that stuff?" Wendell asks.

"I'm gonna dye some of my fur these colors." I say.

"Oh. Alright. Did you want help with it?" Oh my!

"Of course." I say, "But you don't even know what I'm about to do."

"I think I have an idea."

My house comes into view. It's still as green as ever and paint is chipping off. I have no idea why my family didn't repaint it. We open the front door and I run right into the kitchen. Wendell is right behind me, almost out of breath. I open the cupboard and grab six tiny bowls. They're not too big, which is just fine.

"What're you doing?" Wendell asks. I take the red dye, open it up and squeeze a little bit into two different bowls. I take the yellow dye, squirt some into a third bowl and in one of the bols with red in it, creating a light orange.

"I want to change my fur into the colors on the dog tag you gave me." I point to them on my neck. I forgot they were still there. That's probably another reason Daisy thought we were a couple.

"Oh." By the time Wendell says that, I have four of the colors of the rainbow. I need purple and green. I put some blue dye into a bowl with red in it and one with yellow in it. In the end, I have six bowls, each filled with six different colors of the rainbow. Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Purple (or sometimes called Violet).

I open a drawer and take out a small brush. "Will you take off my shirt?" I ask. Wendell blushes at first, he probably knows I'm going to change my stomach fur into this first. He grabs the hem of my shirt and slowly takes it of of me. He looks at me, lost in thought. I give him a quick kiss on his lips.

Carefully, I dip the brush into the red dye and apply it to my fur. Red would go slightly below my chest, with this ending in purple around my waist. It feels cold at first, but it feels nice after a while.

Wendell takes a second brush and dips it in purple. He gets on his knees and applies that color to the fur at my waist, being careful not to go below it. After a minute, I start to use orange (even though my fur is orange, it's a different shade) and Wendell starts to use blue. When I start to use yellow, Wendell uses green. After a few more minutes, my stomach is the rainbow going top to bottom.

"Wow!" Wendell says, "You look... gorgeous!"

"Thanks." I let out a small giggle. I'm still getting used to Wendell flirting with me. "I think you're pretty cute too."

"How long does it take for it to dry?" he asks. I grab one of the bottles.

"It says about 15 minutes. Why?" I ask.

"Because I want to hug you tight but I don't want dye on me."

"It's fine. You can wait a bit."

Wendell approaches me, and starts to play with my tail.

"Do we have enough left?" he asks. I know where he's going with this. I look over at the bowls. There's still plenty left. I think he wants to put the same design on my tail.

"Go ahead." I bend over and put my paws on the counter. Wendell takes the brush with red on it and starts to dye my tail fur. From the feel of it, it seems like tip of my tail is going to be purple. When Wendell is done with red, I hand him the orange dye. Soon enough, he's on the last color. I look at the clock. 10 minutes have passed. Dang! Time really does fly when you're having fun. And Wendell messing with my tail is definitely my version of fun.

"There, done." Wendell stands up, stretching. I take a look at my tail. It's rainbow. All of it. Wendell did pretty good doing that!

"It's nice." I say. I run my paw through my stomach fur. Nothing comes off. Looks like it's there to stay for a while. Wendell notices this and gives me a big hug. I wanted this badly. Wendell gives me a huge kiss. I kiss him back, hugging him as tight as I can.

"You look beautiful, Todd." he says.

"Thank you." I say.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." We kiss again, then I put my head on his chest. "Do you want to go back to my room?"

"What about all this mess?"

"I'll get it in the morning." We walk up the stairs. I left my shirt downstairs but I don't care. I close the door behind us. Wendell already has his shirt off and starting to get his pants off. I unbutton my jeans and pull them off. Wendell and I stand there, half-naked.

I lay down in the bed, Wendell gets on top of me. His muzzle locks with mine. Already I am breathing heavy and louder. He puts his paws on the back of my head and pulls me in as much as he can, kissing me deep. I feel his lips part and I feel his tongue pushing into my mouth. I gladly take it, doing the same back for him. I can't help but moan a bit into the kiss.

This moment can't be any hotter. Wendell breaks the kiss and trails multiple kisses down my neck, shoulder, chest and stomach. Ohhhhhhhh god is he trying to turn me on. I look out the window, it's still light out. I look at the clock. 10:37 am. I don't care about time right now. I grasp Ralph and pull him up to me for more kisses.

"I'm so happy I have you." I tell him.

"You make me happy you cute fox." Wendell kisses me again.

"Is it okay if I can be little spoon today?"

"Yes." Wendell turns me on my side, facing away from the window. Thankfully the dye on my tail has dried. His arms wrap around me and puts his head on my shoulder. I put my paws over his. Wendell's paws lay on the yellow part of my stomach. I smile as he holds me tight.