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"Yeah, I know how that feels..." Timothy pointed back to the part of the fluffy skunk tail that had grown in. He realized though he had to be strong at this point though, not mulling over his own self pitty.

"But seriously, it's not that bad see?" Timothy took hold of Avery's hand and lead him to his own bathroom mirror.

"The eye thing is kind of sexy actually." he grinned.

"A few days, you get used to the sort of dull ache." Timothy shrugged.

He pointed at Avery's rear. "You can also cut your clothing for your tail.", Timothy then spent the next several seconds admiring Avery's butt. It was a pretty nice.

Timothy sighed and wrapped his arms around Avery from behind. With his shorter frame he had to peak around Avery. His head sticking out in their reflection in the mirror.

"Atleast your here, instead of drowning in the ocean." he sighed and pulled Avery a little tighter. He didn't want to loose him when he was just starting to get close to someone.

Timothy grinned. "Yeah, but still..."

Timothy reached foward and scratched the fur on Avery's stomach. "I learned a while ago how good this feels." he was trying to do so innocently enough, atleast at first.

He gave another grin and almost unconciencly ran his hands down Avery's body. "I just... I mean... this is your home now. Maybe you can find a life here."

Timothy wasn't quiet sure what had come over him. No, that wouldn't be entirely true. He'd pretended that he'd never really known so he didn't have to deal with the idea. It was because of this that Timothy had become much of the way he had.

He had ostrisized himself from girls and boys, kept himself from growing too close emotionally from anyone. Keeping to himself, and staying at home had kept him from being forced to confront this. It was because he didn't want to accept that he liked boys that he'd never "fallen in love" never had that to lament.

Timothy had never performed publicly. He'd always been a struggling artist because he wanted to be, not because he lacked talent. But now, here on this island where he felt free of society's constraints he'd allowed himself to realize this.

Vasile, Avery, it didn't really matter, truth was... Timothy was tired of repression. He took Avery's compliment and smiled. As his hands grew a little bolder as he rubbed Avery's hips and breathed against his neck. He wasn't thinking strait so much as acting.

Timothy snapped out of the lusty beat that his mind was heading to. "I don't know for sure... lets figure it out." he sat down with Avery. Keeping his hands in his. Atleast that was comforting, though there was a measure of disappointment for him.

"Floppy ears, you said a tail, black wet nose, claws, and soft fur." Timothy dwelled on this for only a moment before he looked around the room right at Avery's plushie toy, then he start snickering. He didn't mean to but he did. Out of the snickering came a few actual giggles.

Timothy had figured it out.

Timothy laughed a bit more. Hugging Timothy closer in between gasps. "Oh come on Avery, you'll just need breath mints! Good strong shampoo. As far as the drool, well... maybe you won't be a drooling dog."

Timothy was trying to be comforting but he'd already noticed that more than a pitty party Avery needed to cheer up. "Just think of the things you could do with that tongue."

Timothy grinned broadly.

"Well yeah, you'll defintly change again." Timothy grinned. "I like the tongue ring though, and it won't be immedietly, you can probably wait a little while atleast if you want."

Timothy considered all this, "I would be worried about the lip ring too though, have you seen some of the people here, they have like real animal muzzles."

"If it means anything, I hate to see them go." Timothy looked sad.