Chapter 2: Chris Rowan

Christopher Rowan, "Chris" to his friends, sat in the dining hall munching on a sandwich. The red fox was tall and muscular, almost looking like a miniature wolf more than a fox. He could have gone somewhere else to eat, but Chris liked watching all the new students come in. "New meat," he chuckled to himself, eyes darting over the throngs of Freshman and transfer students. There were a few cuties here and there, though, most of them were prey species or domestics. He knew most of them wouldn't consider talking to him, let alone shacking up with him for the night, but it was fun to just watch and imagine. He'd almost given up on his day dream when he watched a vixen wander in.

The tod blinked a few times, a hand moving to adjust his sunglasses as he gave her a good once over. He stared at her while taking a long sip on his soda, eyes dancing over her curves but mostly focusing on that long fluffy tail and what it was attached to. "Country bumpkin," Chris churred to himself, a sly grin wandering over his lips as he watched her order something in a thick accent that took the server a few times to understand, "I'm gonna tap that."

It took Jo a few minutes to get through the line, mostly because the servers needed her to speak even slower than she already did, but finally, she had gotten her burger and fries. She walked away from the counter, a smile on her face. She held onto the tray as her eyes looked around for someone to sit with.

There was a pack of wolves sitting around one table, all of them eyeing her and panting. The alpha gave her a wink, which made her blush. She knew that in the big city, it wasn't uncommon for inter-species relationships, and even marriages, to happen, and it wasn't like the idea didn't sometimes wander through her head, but she politely declined and kept walking. She was just about to sit alone when a voice called over to her, "Need a seat?"

Chris was smiling as Jo made her way over to him. He was finally getting a closer look at her and he liked what he saw. "Thank ya," the vixen replied as she slid into the seat next to him.

"So, what's your name," he asked, trying to be nonchalant and a tad distant as if he wasn't already stripping her nude in his mind.

"Josephine, but everyone calls me Jo," she replied as she blushed, "I ain't seen many foxes round yet."

Chris smiled as he turned his full attention to her, "We're around, but we're a minority."

"I figgered as much since I gots a my-norty skollership here."

The tod couldn't help but chuckle at her accent. It made him wonder what she would sound like in the sack. "I'm Chris by the way," he added as he pushed his hand towards Jo.

"It's a pleasure t'make yer 'quaintance," the vixen said as she gripped his hand. Chris was a bit surprised by her hand strength, but even more surprised by the way she shook his arm up and down. Then again, he should have expected this from a country girl.

"You new here," he asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yup! First time to tha big city. Errythin's'big here!"

The tod laughed, "It's why they call it the big city."

Jo giggled, "I s'pose so."

Chris gave her a smile as he chose his next words to be filled with entendre, "You looking to go exploring?"

"Course I am! I wants t'see errythin," Jo replied, her face beaming brightly.

"Free later?"

"I gots nuthin' t'do 'cept hit th'book-stirr."

"I know all the best places in town," the tod smirked, "I'll show you a great time."