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Walking down the road at a slow, steady pace, I glanced down at my watch to make sure I wasn't running late for dinner. See, it was the last day of the summer holidays before heading back into my final year of secondary school, which thankfully meant that college was next year; that is, if I got the points I needed. My name is Paddy Dubhiaron, and yes, I'm Irish. I'm an eighteen year old otter with light brown fur that matches my hazel eyes, and the front of my body, from my chest down to my tail, is a creamy white color. I'm about five and a half feet tall with a slender body, due to the intense swimming I do in my swimming club, "Tiger Sharks".

Anyway, I'm not that strong a person, and at times, I can be too caring and kind for my own good. Sometimes, it even leads to others taking advantage of me and pushing me around. Even though swimming is not a very popular sport in the small Irish town I live in, well, at least compared to sports like Hurling, Gaelic football and Rugby, my friends come to my races and support me anyway. The reason these sports are so popular is because of the brutal nature of them; last year, there were at least four people in a sling or with crutches due to sports-related incidents. Although I'm pretty much a fish out of water when playing land sports, the second I get into the water, I‘m like a torpedo. Basically what I can't achieve with my small, slender body on land, I make up for in the water.

After checking the time, just to make sure I wouldn‘t have to rush home, my mind began to wonder off on plans for the future and dreams of mine; being in the water as I zoom past other competitors, smiling to myself as I overlap them, their expressions showing nothing but shock at a small otter outclassing them. I was trying to make my mind up about what I wanted to be, a nurse or a social worker? I was also thinking about what college I wanted to attend when suddenly, something knocked into me. I fell back onto the floor with a hard thump.

"Ouch," I groaned out unintentely, rubbing my sore rump, when I heard a voice from above me say, "Oh! I'm really sorry, are you okay?"

That's when I saw a black paw extended towards me, so I reached up, saying, "Yes, I'm o....Kay."

I stop in mid sentence as I looked up into the piercing blue eyes of a six foot five, well built wolf looking down at me with concern, and something else I couldn't figure out in his eyes. I was stunned into silence as I gazed back into his eyes, instantly getting lost in them.

"So what's your name?" he asked, giving my paw a little squeeze to regain my attention. Blinking back into focus, I responded, "M...my nnn... name is paddy."

He smiled at me, giving me a quick flash of his pearly white canine teeth.

"Well my name is Ace; hey, are you, by any chance, in the Abbey school C.B.S?" he asked, and as he did, I listened carefully to his voice. He had an American accent to him, which shocked me, for very few Americans come to our small town. I nodded, getting lost in my thoughts of just how big the wolf was, and of how hot he looked in those snug-fitting blue jeans and tight t-shirt. I blushed as I realized we were still holding each other's paw. He let go as he too realized that he was still holding my small paws in his.

"Do you mind if I walk you home," he said, "I want to make sure you get home safely."

I responded with a shy nod at him, and with that, we walked to my house. Along the way, I found my shyness disappearing as he told me of how he was from Mississippi, how his family had moved over here, and how he was going to do his final year here.

"That'll be so cool," I said as we turned the corner, my two story house right there.

"Wow," he posed, "Nice house!"

He held out his paw for me to shake as he said, "It was nice meetin' you, paddy. I hope we can be friends."

I nodded excitedly, amazed that a big, strong wolf like him would want to be friends with a fur like me.

"Yes, that would be great," I answered, blushing, "my friends call me pads, by the way," I told him as I shook his paw. He smiled and gave my paw a little squeeze, afterwards saying, "Well, pads, see you tomorrow."

"Bye," I said, smiling as I strolled into the house.

Ever since I was fourteen, I've known that I'm attracted to men. I had tried going out with girls, but was just never fully attracted to them; no matter how much I tried to get serious, there was never anything there. Being in an ‘all boys' Catholic school didn't exactly help the situation, either. I came out to my parents last year and, thankfully, they were accepting of it. I was surprised; even my little bro was really supportive of it; he seemed overjoyed when I told him, but I brushed it off, saying he was just being supportive. My friends have also been very supportive; once I came out, so did they. Some of them were bi, but most of them were gay, too.

A little while later, I called to my little brother, Hammy, asking if he wanted to play World of Warcraft, (known as WOW for short), and the answer was an obvious ‘yes', for he can running up to me, embracing me in a tight hug. He's three years younger than me and looks very different from me; he has white fur covering him from head to tail, his chest being a shade lighter than the rest of his fur. My little brother is a gamer fanatic, as he loves playing with people. He's four foot tall, and just a little, although not a whole lot heavier. I smiled and hugged him back, asking, "How are ya, little bro," as I nuzzled his head.

"I'm good," he responded, smiling. "Now, let's go play wow," I said, smiling as I saw his face light up like fireworks; he always loved spending time with me, plus he's great to play with on wow, so who am I to complain?

As we logged onto our characters, mine being a BloodElf Warlock and Hammy's being a BloodElf Paladin, we noticed that my friends from school were online, too. Quickly, we formed a group consisting of Chris, an Undead DeathKnight, Haven as his Troll Shamen and Douglass as a Tuarin Druid.

Chris is the first person I came out to; he's always been protective of me, knowing others try and take advantage of my good will. He's a six foot tall husky with a hot, well toned body. He's also got the looks that have the girls drooling over him, he's a wicked basketball player, and is a guy who could easily fit in with the popular kids but, instead, hangs out with us. I've always had a little crush on him, but I never told him, worried that it would cause a rift between us. Although now, ever since I told him, he has been even more protective of me, making sure nobody treats me wrong because of my sexuality.

Haven is the boxer extraordinaire in my opinion; a six foot two stallion who is playfully rough to the other lads but is gentle with me, for he knows that a flick of his finger could send me flying into the wall. He's the funniest guy I know of and, although he's built like a tank, he is as kind and caring as an angel.

Doug is a six foot five dragon who, in my opinion, is a big, friendly, giant. Everyone's scared of him, simply because he's the only dragon in our town and looks fierce, but in actuality, he wouldn't harm a fly. He's very affectionate towards me, giving me a hug or a playful slap on my ass every now and then, although I have my doubts on whether they're playful, or maybe something else, but I just brush them off, saying, ‘my mind is playing tricks on me.'

Anyways, back to the game. As we plowed our way through the alliance scum, Chris, Hammy and my felguard charging into them, Doug and I stayed back, hitting from a distance. Haven put wards around us, defending us.

"So, what did you do, pads, when you left mine," Chris said as he summoned a zombie to assist him with tearing into the mob of enemies, Hammy puttin' shields around him as he dealt massive amounts of light damage towards the mob.

"He had a big smile on his face when he got home, and I saw him with a guy."

I blushed bright red and gave hammy a sharp poke, making him yip. Doug saw Chris' health dropping fast, so he rushed to his aid and healed Chris, saying, "So wat does he look like?" as I turn into a large, purple winged demon. As I send turrets of shadow balls at the enemies and heal my demon, I say, "Well, he's a tall, well built wolf from America."

"Ohh, so he's American, is he?" Haven said with a wink as he sent spirit wolves into the fray, defending me and Douglass from a small group of three to four humans who got past Hammy and Chris.

"Well, yeah, he is," I answer, "what else do ya want to know?" I ask, fearing an enemy that was chargin' towards me as I leached his health."Do you like him?" Chris questioned as he slew the last of the humans.

"Is he gay?" asked Hammy, lighting up the ground with light energy, killing the group of enemies close to him. I answered with a "..Maybe," giggling as I absorbed the soul of the human Chris killed, using Soul Drain.

With the enemies killed and it being late, I gladly changed the subject, said my farewell's and goodnight‘s ,not realizing what it was my friends had in store for me the next day.

I tried to sleep, but had little success; my mind was working overtime about Ace , wondering, ‘Could he be gay? And if so, would he fancy me?'

As I lay there pondering, I heard a knock on the door, followed by my lil bro entering with just his jocks on.

"Pads, can I sleep with you for tonight? I-I had a nightmare," he said, shakenly. He was still with fear; as if some unknown creature from the shadows was about to strike him down.

Feeling sorry for him, I patted the space beside me, he smiled, and then crawled in beside me, still shaking. I then pulled him into my arms, nuzzling the back of his head while I wrapped my tail around his. It was as if I'd done some sort of magic on him, for he immediately stopped shaking and was purring silently. Holding him close to me, I whispered softly into his ear, "Goodnight, little bro," placing a kiss on the back of his head, getting a smile in response from him. Afterwards, we both drifted off to sleep, both dreaming our own different dreams.