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The soft, bushy tail was his only comfort as he lay curled in his bed, shivering from the weather that shook the house in torturous rage, lightning illuminating the room and casting evil shadows across the bleak expanse of his room; echoes of shrouded nightmares plaguing his innocence. The young cub mewled timidly, as if to alert others - call for help - while desperately hoping those vicious beings given life by the storm were, for the moment, unable to react to his helpless, nervous noises. He held his tail close, wearing it looped around his neck as if an impromptu scarf, sobbing and whimpering silently into the fur of his tail, ears flat against his skull. His knees were held close to his chest, and he simply weeped, tears of fear trailing down his cheeks - halted midway with his intrusive tail.

Outside, the rain continued to pound against the tin roof, the dull plonks as it hit the industrialized pavement, the soft plop against nature's green, healthy grass, framed beautifully by the white picket fence. The cub's sobs went unknown beneath nature's ferocity.

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"Hey, Snowbutt!" the deep whisper of his classmate broke Alice from his daydream, slumber induced by the droning of his chemistry teacher, complaining about the mitosis of ionic compounds or something. Alice's eyes fluttered open drowsily, large purple irises giving his features an off-worldly characteristic, though his pupils remained small and his gaze vacant, delicately-tuned ears flicking to catch his classmate's discussions under the bore of the balding bear at the front of the class.

Alice's tail was wrapped again around his neck,a trait he had developed in primary school as a defence to the cold European winters he was forced to endure. While saving on the price of scarves, the habit found itself a hassle during warmer months.

Especially when he found himself wearing a skirt.

"Showing off, Snowbutt~?" The lumbering wolf semi-chuckled under the teacher's voice, motioning to his friend's white silk panties - not exactly uniform regulation - prompting a muffled eep of shame from the feminine snow leopard, his tail retreating to wrap around his leg, his cheeks flushed. The giant of a wolf laughed heartily, though with full intention to remain quiet.

"Don't patronize me, Ken," he whispered as the teacher asked the canine to read from the passage. Simply grinning at the drowsy feline, Ken turned his gaze to the balding teacher and called out his apologies, stalling for time while his eyes scanned the text.

Ken had been one of the leopardess' more unconventional friends, since their arrival to middle school, having met during their first day over a rather heated dispute concerning the better music style - Ken believed heavy metal was the mother of all great artists, whereas Alice believed house was the way to the future - and after settling the small debate, struck each other like old friends. Throughout the months, the feline had been protected by Ken from the others in the school with ferocity unmatched throughout the entire establishment - trumping the other students and even staff, on more than one homophobic occasion. Quite naturally, as a result, Alice had developed perhaps his most excessive, infatuated crush on the large male.

He smiled lightly to himself, soft, painted lips spread wide, his cheeks flushing softly under his fur as his mind drifted towards the thoughts of his gym class - legally, as a biological male, he was forced into the male grouping - and the muscle-bound jocks that were bound to give an interesting show.

Alice's daydream was interrupted by the low cough of the bear affront the class, looking directly into the leopardess' eyes.

"Care to share what has you so preoccupied, Alice?" His voice was gruff, worn with years of use. It was rumored around the school that he was a country singer at one point, whose fame burned out like a wet match. His voice didn't indicate it in the slightest.

"Just uhm... Looking forward to next class, sir," the feline mumbled, wrapping his bushy tail tightly around his hind leg, shifting nervously in his seat. He was never one to flaunt his confidence, even less so in unexpected situations. He strained his smile and felt his heart began to race, his ears steadily lowering against his skull.

"Well then, perhaps it would be beneficial to make up lost time in detention, hm~?"

"... yes sir..." he mumbled, slumping forward in his chair and letting out a light, feminine sigh twirling a pen in his dexterous fingers. Ken looked over to him with a consoling smile, causing the feminine leopard to shift a little and produce his own soft smile. Next period couldn't come soon enough.