Town Of Ozeton (Gay Furry Story)

Welcome to Ozeton (1)

Back when I was just a little fur, I'd heard of a town called Ozeton. I've heard that it's relatively small, but is still quite popular among many different kinds of furs, wolfs, cats, you name it! It's where I'm actually gonna live now, as a matter of fact. First things first though, I need to pack, pack and pack.

see, I would stay here for a while, but with all the constant arguing and bickering from my parents, it's giving me headaches all the time! I eventually said screw it, and finally found a house in Ozeton. "the trucks full, kiddo. we should take what we have to your house, then we can come back and grab what's left. remember, we barely had enough money to rent this uhaul in the first place." dad spoke

that's another thing that bothered me, the reference to lack of money, ALL the time.any time I wanted to do something fun, it's always "not enough money, sorry bud" or "can't, spent all my paycheck on groceries." and always with the "maybe next time". maybe if I had someone to hang out with, or even better, someone to love, I wouldn't be so lonely. if I did love someone, I wouldn't be able to tell my dad, cause he doesn't really support. most of the time, I like girls, but every once and awhile, I'll like a male fur. and considering I'm feeling really gay right now, it'd most likely be a boy I like, so thats why I couldn't tell my dad.

"phew. all this hard work is making me want a coffee.." I spoke , realizing I'm alone. So I started to get ready, took a cold shower, (cause the heat wasn't installed yet), and got dressed. my hair looked like a mess, but still had a 'cute' appearance to it. It's semi-long, and is black with orange tips, I personally like it, unfortunately not everyone back at home did too.

(Conan driving to coffee shop, thinking of the past.)

"Well if it isn't Conan the cunt!"
"I'd say I slept with your mom, but you know..."
"no wonder your single"
"David, show em who owns this school."
"get em!"
"maybe next time, bud"
"sorry bud, we can't."
"well try next time, ok?"
"Maybe next time, conan."
"Maybe next time."
"Maybe next time."
"Maybe next time."
"Maybe next time."

A single tear fell, while Conan thought more of his tragic childhood.
Nick, my best friend,Jane, his girlfriend, and I were all heading home from school that day, When David and his bitch friends jumped us. we were all kicked, and punched countless times. Nick got this bright idea to fight back. I watched as they held him down, stabbing him, over and over, blood dripping from his mouth, puddling on his shirt. he fell to the ground.
"shit! dude, we gotta go!" They yelled while scattering away.
Jane was hospitalized with a broken arm, and blunt force trauma. Conan was sent to the hospital for broken ribs, and to get stitches on his snout, paw, and back. Jane ended up moving away shortly after nicks funeral.. I was never picked on much after that.

Snapping back to reality, Tears flow down Conan's cheeks like a stream. "Nick...Jane...OH SH-" Conan served back onto the correct side of the road, avoiding an accident. "I just want a coffee man.."

FINALLY! part one is done, or at least I'd call it done. I cant really think of much else to add, so thats it! hope you all enjoy! I'll work on part two soon!