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Part 1

Voyage Begins

Chapter 1

I am Outcast. Okay, not literally, but me and my friends don't exactly fit in with that whole conglomerate mass of worthless jocks, preps, and crack heads. Conglomerate being used in the _nicest_of ways. Honestly, my home town sucks. It's like two or three hundred years old or some shit, there's nothing to do, our most historic building used to be a whore house where murders took place and is now a restaurant. Welcome to Cosmopolis, home of yours truly, Fyodor Iverson.

Now, the town isn't all bad. It's about a fifth or sixth the size of Seattle, has a lot of new, taller buildings mixed in with the two hundred year old, grimy buildings of multi-colored brick. And I'm not too sure if they were always multi-colored. Most genuine businesses have been shut down thanks to the changing economy, and mostly because the town's starting to die. All that's left to do here is the Harborena, a crummy little skating rink, and the mall, an even crummier monument to the crappiness of this town.

Well, there's other factors to this town than the god awful smell of the cleaning chemicals used in the new lumber mill. We're on the edge of the Olympic Rainforest, which would be cool if it didn't look exactly like the normal forests. Point being, the only reason this town exists is because of the railroad running by the massive lumber mill. If you look on a map, where the town name should be is on the uvula of the Chehalis River mouth.

It's a shitty little town, with a shitty history, and shitty people. A church around every third corner, and no feasible explanation for two thirds of the town being drug addicts living on welfare and sending their children to the same crappy high school I'll be sent to in a week. Until then, I'll be enjoying the near silence of my empty house or the company of my friends.

We're a... quirky bunch of kids. I'm probably the most normal- personality wise anyways, it's impossible to explain to someone that my glowing patterns cycle through a rainbow of colors and aren't stripes or dots or lines, but all of them. It's a lot easier to just say I'm a white folf, being that I have a wolf's snout, large fox ears, and a huge, fluffy, fox tail... alongside inexplicable patterns.

My friends are... interesting. Timothy's the most normal when it comes to his patterns, he's just a skunk with a glowing stripe. It actually just glows white, but it's the bizarre anomaly of his insides that freak people out. When he opens his mouth, you can see the white glow of his innards, and if you catch him at the urinal you find out that everything glows white. Everything. It'd creep me out were it not for the fact that I've been friends with Lychinus and Tenebrae my whole life, and they...

Well, they're nice, especially in the rear if you get what I mean, but you can't see them. Lychinus is solid white, you can barely see his eyebrows and bridge of his snout, but for the most part you can only see his silhouette. Tenebrae's the same way, but black instead of white. Hence the weird names, they're parents gave them Latin names for dark and light. We just call the ferrets Lych and Ten, though.

But when it comes to weirdness, Chase takes the cake. And everything else. He's a fox, but with seven, abnormally large tails. He's cute, but while he looks pretty normal from the front, the green freckle-looking dots over his entire body that sparkle in the sunlight only add to the oddity of his fluffy, sexy tails.

Okay, I know I sound like a pervert, but hey, they're gay too. We're close enough friends that, honestly, when one of us gets into something, there's a good ninety percent chance that the others will follow suit. It started with Tim ogling Tenebrae, and within a week we were all cuddly and horny for each other. Made me feel kinda bad the following Monday when a girl said she thought I was cute, because I couldn't even begin to find women attractive.

I got over it, though. Mostly because I got to sleep naked with them that week. We didn't do anything, we just slept. Okay, that's not true, we kinda ganged up on Tim and messed with him until he came, but it wasn't mean, he obviously enjoyed it, and it's not like we were making fun of him. Anyways, until our parents found out we were sleeping together, we all got ganged up on now and then, and me more than the others. According to them there's more in me than just fox and wolf. I wouldn't know, they're the ones who got into porn and shit, I just liked being held and cuddled... and feeling and holding dicks in my hand- but that's beside the point! We're close friends, been best buds since before first grade.

In case you didn't know, it's hard going to school every day when you look strange, and no one likes you because of it. We lucked out in meeting each other, and according to them we got _real_lucky. They've talked about porn videos of people like us- who are physically different- getting raped and beaten, and because it's pretty much all they know, they enjoy it and want it. We're different. We don't want that. We also have a tightly knit group of friends that'd do it with any of the others given a sincere chance.

So there you have it, a "brief" explanation of my life. Well, part of it. From the point where my life gets turned upside down, no, not so much. In fact, before I get to how I handled that whole situation, there's a lot of stuff that goes on leading up to it, so let me start with the beginning. The day my dad decided to send me to his brother's place.

While any other story would begin by saying something like, "it was the best of times", or "one bright and sunny afternoon", instead I'm going to begin by being honest. It'd been hailing for the last hour and a half. Now, being in the northwest, there's typically only two seasons, "cold and wet" and "less cold and wet". While hail storms may be common over here, the hail's smaller than bracelet beads, worst case scenario, it hits your hand and feels like a big drop of water. They're more of a nuisance to those of us with sky lights and have to hear the sound of hail pounding on glass.

Basically, my dad had some huge business trip he had to go on, and since school was starting up in a bit, he decided I should go stay at my uncles'. I was honestly surprised he had the courage to talk to me, usually he just got teary eyed and turned away, or texted me something. I think I reminded him of my mom or something, because he's always been... awkward. She died when I was three, and being that my friends have seen all the photos of her on the walls, apparently half my face looks like hers. Eyes, ears, shape of my snout, shape of my cheeks. Actually, it's kinda creepy of them to point that out.

Anyways, it didn't matter that I was going to my uncles', Logan was the best uncle ever, and him being gay kinda helped that. I always felt at home when I was over there, almost more at home there than in my own room. Dad basically avoided me, and since it's really been like that most of my life, I'm pretty accustomed to it. My friends all think it's sad, the one time the counselor got involved in elementary school, they felt bad about it, and whenever anybody hears what happened, they feel bad about it. It feels more annoying than sympathetic, though.

The long walk across town to my uncles' place was bland and boring. Passing by the same empty stores, the same walls covered in slander, the same cruddy park with it's forgotten big toy, and the same murky river with trash and garbage in it. This town sucks ass...

_ _ I was half way there when Tim came roaring up behind me on his bike and scared the shit out of me when he seemingly materialized right in front of me, "Jesus Christ, Tim! Give someone a warning next, would ya?"

"Nope. So... Where you goin'?"

"My uncles' place."

"Isn't that like, across town?"

"So what if it is?"

"Well... I mean, I have a bike, it's a crappy town, and the world hates us for a number of reasons..."

"I'm not getting on your bike." I walked around him and quickly scurried across the four lane highway running through town, hearing the sound of his tires as he followed.

"So... Why are you heading to your uncles' place, aren't you coming over today so we can play Smash?"

"First off, you guy know I hate that game, secondly, my dad's going on some trip. He's leaving this afternoon, and I'm staying at my uncles' for the next two weeks."

"Ouch, and with school about to start?"

"Are you aware that all of this has already been thought of?"

"Well sorry for not being in the know how. Jeez, someone must've had a rough night with no wet dreams."

"Yes, because waking up without a massive wet stain in my pants is exactly the thing to put me in a shitty mood. You're psychic, Tim."

"Well then why are you in such a shitty mood? You're being a total dick, you know."

"Look, I just... I'm all caught up in the whole no mom thing right now, just... Stop."

"Oh. Sorry..."

We continued along for a short time when Chase showed up on his bike, riding alongside us. "'Sup normos?"

They were in front of me just enough for me to notice Tim glare at Chase and growl at him to shut up. I rolled my eyes, "Tim, chill out, it's not a problem."

Chase stopped in front of me, "Wait, are you all grumpy?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." I was about to get around the front of his bike when I was suddenly grabbed from behind and felt a collar snap around my neck. I felt the leash tugged a little and rolled my eyes as I got on Tim's bike with the handle of the leash in his hand. He nodded and they continued on.

Tim did this to us, if someone was acting depressed and unsocial he'd snap a collar on them and pull them around and bother them until they couldn't help but smile about it. It was always in good humor, but if people outside our little pentagon of friends weren't around, it'd get pretty sexual, and it wasn't unlike Tim to add more bondage. Since we were starting our junior year in high school, it was easy for half his backpack to have sex stuff in it, especially since he only used one binder ever. We all thought it was funny that his parents let him buy this shit, mostly because we all knew he used it at home.

I distinctly remember a time when he left one of the zippers open and a teacher freaked out about the bottle of fake cum that'd fallen out of his backpack and onto the floor. A lot of silly things have happened because of that, like when Ten decided to suck on Tim's toy, and drink fake cum out of it willingly, only to find out that Tim hadn't washed it since the last time he stuck it up his butt. Ten would've pulled it out had Lych not grabbed the straps dangling from it and locked it in Tenebrae's mouth until he drank the whole bottle of cum lube.

We weren't afraid of each other's diseases or anything, we were best friends, super gay, and quite frankly had a thing for each other. Except me. See, Lych had a thing for Tim, who wanted to give his body to Tenebrae, who wanted to fuck Chase really hard, who had a thing for Lych. I personally thought Chase might feel nice on top, but none of them have a preference for me, so that's... that's really why I was grumpy that day.

We all knew about who each other wanted to be with, and all kinda chuckled at the silliness of it. I think Tenebrae and Lych wouldn't mind spit roasting Tim or Chase, and I'm sure neither of them would mind, but honestly, Tim's the only person who has a real want to lose his virginity before he gets out of high school. We plan on going to the same college, so I don't see why he can't just wait two years like the rest of us, but whatever.

As Tim and Chase rode to my uncles' place, I leaned forward on Tim's bike and rested my head on his, enjoying the nice feel of his soft fur on mine. Breathing in his musk- I could tell he hadn't showered today from how matted his fur was- I felt like I could get high off of it, and a part of me wanted to get high off of it.

They rode for a solid three minutes before stopping, and when they did, it threw me off guard. I opened my eyes and looked around in question before realizing we were at my uncles' place. I got off and was pausing for a minute while the equilibrium in my ears balanced out before being suddenly lifted off my feet by Tenebrae and Lychinus as they carried me onto a porch and rang the doorbell.

Normally I would've been worried by them acting this way in public, but my uncles were beyond calm about this. At first they made jokes about the thought of me being gay, but they started encouraging it as my friends weren't acting very gay around them. They made jokes about letting us do it at their place, and it wasn't exactly kosher for me that they did this, and a part of me didn't like it, but they were always silly. Usually Logan, though.

Logan and Corbin are so strange that they're the only people who can be with the other. Logan, albeit adorable, can't live without his stuffed animals. They're both a little childish, but between the two of them, Logan's the most silly. He wears onesies to bed, cuddles with a giant stuffed animal when Corbin isn't with him, and likes to bundle up in his three inch thick comforter blanket with whoever's closest. This is all silly and fun until you realize he's been doing this for the past twenty years.

See, Logan's my dad's younger brother, but by five or six years, and my dad's in his late thirties, which means that Logan's been super gay since he was twelve or thirteen. Weird, but acceptable. Anyways, he kinda needs Corbin to take care of him. Corbin seems to do most of the things around their house, decorate it, clean it, cook, do the laundry, things like that. It's fine most of the time, but you learn quickly not to try to help or he half freaks out and makes you go do something else. He's a total workaholic, and of what I gather from the side comments they make when people are around- and them straight up telling me when I curiously asked- Corbin's always on top and Logan's always bound to their bed.

I don't mind knowing this, it's when they do things like today that it bothers me. See, when Chase walked by Ten and Lych to ring the doorbell, we were offered more information about them than usual. There was a pause as we heard the sound of things clanking and Corbin talking a loudly enough that we heard him say the word "chain", and then another clanking sound later Corbin was opening the front door in a bathrobe that failed to hide the cuffs on his wrists and ankles, as well as the collars on his neck and tail.

Corbin and Logan were both a bit like me, total mutts that called ourselves by our most noticeable features. I was a folf, mostly because my muzzle was that of a wolf's, I have fox ears, my tail is a mix, and my fur is long like a wolf's and soft like a fox's. Logan was like me, but without the incomprehensible markings and with more of a husky look to him. His tail curved upwards, his prominent butt always wriggling around atop his strong legs, and his fur even longer and fluffier than mine. He always just called himself a fusky because it was easy, and his markings definitely fit, like a husky with the foxy markings on his snout and the sock pattern on his feet and hands.

Then you had Corbin. He wasn't in our family, but he came from a family with the same genetic fix; other species are more attractive than yours. At first glance he's a red panda due to his markings, but as you pay more attention, he's actually a skunk with horns, and standing at a urinal next to him you catch on to a noticeable series of ridges and spines on his sheath-less length. He claims his dad's a wingless dragon, and that's where the spines and ridges come from, along with the horns. He's a mutt, and probably worse than me or Logan.

Corbin stood there with a guilty grin on his face, "Oh thank god it's just you guys, come on in." He let go of the bathrobe as we walked in and in his trotting around his tail bounced around in an upward angle, exposing his butt for us to see. He went down a small hallway to their bedroom and me and my friends just sat down in their living room waiting for them to make themselves presentable. About twenty minutes went by before Corbin came out of the bedroom wearing cargo shorts and an argyle shirt, with Logan trotting along behind him in a Charmander onesie with a big grin on his face that somewhat emphasized the matted fur around his mouth and down his chin.

They sat down next to me on the couch, with Logan cuddling up to Corbin and resting his head on Corbin's shoulder, who was blushing that his husband was actually wearing that in front of people. Everyone knew that half the reason Corbin was still with Logan was because Corbin couldn't live without someone to take care of, and the other half being that Logan- despite being childish and adorable- had taken over my grandfather's business since his death a decade or so ago and had turned out a decent five grand shelling out the innovative computer company to Microsoft, and still made a penny for every pixel on every HP laptop made, not to mention getting a free copy of every make and model released since he sold the company. He made nearly two million a year, about a quarter of it always went into the silly and childish shit he wanted, alongside the necessities for them to survive, and then the rest went into some untouched savings account that wasn't registered to a credit card and the number never went down.

Corbin gave in to Logan's cuddling and wriggled in his seat to get more comfortable. We all just kinda sat around awkwardly for a minute and a half before Logan finally spoke up, "Anyone up for Smash?"

I could easily be wrong, but judging by Corbin and Logan bursting out laughing and me knowing my friends, we all probably rolled our eyes in unison. Lych and Tim aside, we found fighting games and Nintendo games to generally be boring. Smash is both, so instead of worshipping it like everyone else seems to, we push it aside and let it be this thing that none of us touch.

Corbin shook his head, "You guys are silly."

Tim scoffed, "Says the person not wearing a onesie."

Chase raised an eyebrow at him, "Neither are you."

"I still want one."

Logan perked up, "Wait, really? I mean, I could get you one, I have some in the closet, and even so, they're pretty cheap, I wouldn't mind buying you one."

"No, don't worry about it-"

"We have too much money, come on, be cool, let me get you something."

I sighed a little as I shook my head, "Tim, he's not gonna stop until you let him buy you one."

Tim was blushing by now and we were all kinda laughing about it, "I don't want one that badly, I mean-"

Chase leaned over and set his hand on Tim's shoulder, "Get the fucking onesie. Be proud that you can actually wear one."

Logan piped up, "Well I mean, I could special order one with seven tails instead of one."

Chase blushed and Corbin was now struggling for breath from laughing so hard, "No, I didn't mean that I wanted one, I just meant-"

Lych spoke up, "I think you should just get us all onesies, and if someone doesn't want theirs, they can give it to me or Tim."

Logan's eyes widened, the grin on his face now even stupider than before, "Really? I'd totally be down for that, what do you guys want? Squirtle? Pikachu?"

I held my head in my hands, still laughing, "Lych... Why? Why did you have to say that?"

"Hey, I want a onesie too, it's not like we get any respect at school anyways."

Tim started to look really excited, "Oh my god, and we could all get the same thing and look super awesome!"

Tenebrae just grimaced at the thought, "To who? Isn't it bad enough that kids pick on us about looking different, do we have to act different, too?"

Chase got all defensive, "Of course we have to act different! We're one of the few people in the entire world who can be safe despite being weirdos and faggots, we might as well enjoy being weird, and enjoy being gay, and enjoy being different!"

Tenebrae shifted in his seat and his face made it clear he was sorry for what he'd said, "I..."

"Sorry, I just... You know me, I don't like being told to be normal."

"It's okay, I get it." He turned and looked at Logan, "Sure, get me a shiny Charizard onesie."

Logan grinned as he leaned forward and grabbed the laptop on the coffee table, "Cool. Who else wants Charizard?"

Chase grinned, "I'd rather something real. Do they make penguins or salamanders?"

"Uh... they make penguins. They mostly do Pokémon and Digimon though."

"Oh, I never watched Digimon. Let me see what they have..." He pulled out his phone, "What's the company called?"

"Kiguromi."

"'Kay, got it."

Tim leaned onto Chase and looked through their selection with him. I tried thinking through all the pokemon I knew of, only really remembering some of them from the first generation. I decided not to be left out and figured I could pull something like that off. When people could get by my absurdly weird looks, they typically thought I was cute, or whenever the others talked about it, said I was sexy. Tim always liked styling the fur on top of my head, and Tenebrae usually ended up picking my clothes when we went shopping. It bugged me, but I had to admit, they knew how to make me look good.

"Hey, do they make ones for Electabuzz?"

Logan smiled when I said this, "You really want one?"

"Sure, if everyone else is getting one, I might as well."

Tenebrae looked over at me, "You know, I think you might look better in something like Ledian."

"Ledian?"

"Yeah, haven't you played any of the games?"

"No, I only played a little of the first generation in first grade, you know that."

"Oh right. Well, I just play the TCG, so-"

Lych scoffed as he was browsing the onesies on his one phone, "Play? With who?"

"I... Well, you guys should start playing."

Chase shrugged, "Sure, whatever. Buy me a card pack some time, and I will."

Tim grunted in agreement before pointing at something on Chase's phone, "Okay, that's adorable." He looked over at Logan who was waiting for them to decide, "Treecko. Gotta have Treecko."

Logan grinned as he went to work finding it and within five seconds was asking him what sizes we were. Lychinus rolled his eyes, I've been friends with him long enough to notice the subtle movement of his eyes, which most people can't see, "I think we're all about the same size. Like, a medium in shirts, probably a medium in onesies, too."

Logan shook his head, "No, I meant what are your heights? This company does a good job of being more specific. So like, torso medium..."

I spoke up, "Long sleeves, they're always too short, and the same for legs. Nothing ever fits my body shape."

In half a second Tenebrae bolted upright and snapped his fingers at me, "Mudkip!"

Tim looked at me for a second and then his eyes widened, "Oh my god that'd be awesome."

I felt confused, "Uhh... Did you guys really just pick my onesie for me?"

"Yes!"

Corbin chuckled as Logan went to work finding it and setting it up. He got up and went into their kitchen, separated from their living room only by a long island with a bar counter on one side. "Anyone want lunch?"

I learned- about by the time I was six- to not eat before coming over. Again, Corbin's a workaholic, if he gets bored when not doing anything, he starts cooking or cleaning, so it's best to just let him get you food. Recently my friends had learned the same tactic, being that we started going over here fairly often in the past two years.

"Sure, I'm starving. What's on the menu?"

Corbin shook his head, "Anything you want, so long as it takes more than two minutes to make."

"Uhh..."

Logan leaned his head over the back of the couch and looked at Corbin, "I don't know about lunch, but I think we could have ravioli and spaghetti for dinner."

Corbin went over to the couch and leaned over him, looking down into his eyes, "What's the magic word?"

"Uhh... Gimme a kiss?"

Corbin laughed as he leaned down and did so. We all kinda looked at each other awkwardly as this happened. They stopped kissing and Corbin spun on his heel as he went into the kitchen, "Seriously, what do you guys want for lunch?"

Chase shifted in his seat and draped his tails over his legs, exposed to the air by his shorts, "How about hotdogs?"

Corbin sighed, "Fine, but I'm using the grill. Anybody want anything more interesting to make?"

Tenebrae and Lychinus, in unison, asked for steak. Corbin smiled and nodded, then looked expectantly at Tim. "Uhh... I don't know, I'm down for hotdogs." I agreed, and Logan asked for a burger. Corbin immediately went to work making us lunch, and Chase decided on a Lucario onesie.