A Curse and A Blessing

The Night Before

It was suppose to be a relaxing night; Laughter, jokes, drinks, smoking, talking about girls..... until the confessions took their place among the topics discussed between two best friends. Two boys, one of them respectively close minded, and the other friend, somewhat outgoing and definitely more playful then his friend.

Minutes went by in silence as the two regained their composure from the sudden humor that had erupted from a seemingly intense situation.

"So what you're telling me, Jalen, Is that you would totally date a wolf boy in a maid outfit...." He paused, genuinely concerned now. "So long as he 'looked' convincing enough...?" One boy said, propping his legs up on a glass coffee table. His sneakers lightly bumped the cup that he had previously set down before the conversation started. They had much more they would have wanted to do on this night, however the rain from outside mangled those plans effectively. They went inside for the day, deciding it would be best to just talk stuff out indoors where it was significantly drier. And as the rain patted down the roof of the notably large house Jaxon lived in, they somehow got into a discussion about their darkest fantasies and desires.

"Well, I mean, yeah!" Jalen sipped on some apple juice before placing it back down onto the end table beside him. "It's just.... hot to me, ya know?"

"I don't get it. How does seeing another man in female clothing get you off?" Jaxon asked with a raised brow.

"See, it's not a man, if its a wolf boy! We wouldn't call him a man-"

"Okay, a 'male' wolf boy. Proceed." Jax interrupted.

"Look man, it's just because it's so taboo. Like a male wolf.... he's suppose to be out hunting and providing for his family. He's suppose to be going to work and getting girls at the mall... but no," Jalen dramatically paused to instruct his hand to fetch the apple juice from the table. "He's in a human's room- my room, begging for me to breed him like a girl."

"What. The fuck." Jaxon expressed great disgust to Jalen's comment. "What. The hell, bro."

Jax got up from his seat, dusting himself off as though Jalen's words had physically stained his sweatpants. This time, the silence wasn't from running out of breath due to laughter... it was confession hour.

"Jax, sit back down man, c'mon!" Jalen insisted. "You said all these years that you weren't the type to judge."

"Look, dog, I ain't gonna judge you, but oh my goodness." Jaxon was flabbergasted.

"That's judging, asshole."

"Alright! I can understand that- but only to a degree. If it's just furries we' talking 'bout, then I'm cool. I'm willing to vouch that- sometimes that's what the fandom can do to you." Jaxon explained, trying to make sense of the situation for not only Jalen, but for himself as well.

"I mean, there's just something so hot about, the way they look and act...... and talk..." Jalen kept on, sinking deeper into his chair, apple juice in hand.

"The way they... talk?.." Jaxon huffed a sigh. He shook his head at Jalen before instinctively reaching for the cup on the table. It was a paper cup, filled with not apple juice, but a mixture between narcotics, cold medicine, and a dark soda. The mixture sent Jaxon into a sort of drunken high throughout the night. His replies to Jalen became shorter and more relaxed, but it wasn't like he wasn't thinking coherent and this conversation was starting to get under his skin.

"Well like.... how they try to mimic a female voice, ya know?" Jalen continued.

"What about a fucking girl, Jalen?" Jaxon spat out.

"Well that would be nice, too! I'm not gay, dude"

It was amazing how Jax managed to keep himself together. It was probably the mixture keeping him from going over the brink.