"Ah god," the words slipped through my lips.

A massive headache tore my brain apart, my body felt much the same. Basher stumbled over his paws and fell onto my face. I pushed him off unceremoniously, the idiot oddly uncoordinated this morning.

"Basher let me sleep more," I said opening my eyes only to become more confused.

My place was a mess. Furniture was turned over, there were miscellaneous items thrown everywhere. It looked like Basher had a ball while I was asleep.

"Bash, what the hell you do?" then I looked around again. "What in the…" I uttered realizing I was on the floor of my living room.

Picking my lead laden head as much as I dared I spotted Andy. She was curled up in my wheelchair, covered by a blanket.

"Hey dumb fox," I groggily muttered. "Hey!" I said louder, grabbing the end of the blanket and pulling it off her.

As it slid off her like a curtain my eyes widened in shock. Andy was completely naked. It was then that I decided to check myself and discovered that I too was stark nude. I was utterly speechless. I tried to get to my feet but fell, my arms weak and my leg braces not attached to me. Something clinked as I hit the floor and I saw an empty bottle roll off and clink against a family of them laid about in the floor.

"Oh god… Andy is going to kill me."

"Ssssskye," Andy slurred as she began to wake up. "Ow. My head hurts. Little birdie what time is it? Why does my head hurt so much?"

"A-andy," I stuttered somewhere between laughing and shattering into terror, "Don't open your eyes."

Against what I told her she rubbed her eyes until they opened. "Huh, why should I, SKYE YOU'RE NAKED!"

With my hand I covered my areas shyly, extremely embarrassed. "D-d-don't look!" I shrilled at her, Andy sharply averting her gaze. "I'm not the only one."

I saw her eyes slowly look down at herself. She shrieked, jumping so much that she rocked the chair back off its wheels. Andy fell off and hid behind the cover of the toppled contraption.

"Skye, where are our clothes?! Why are we naked?!"

"You're guess it as good as mine," I said annoyed that Andy could hide and I was left on the ground to cover myself with my hands. "I'm thinking though it had something to do with all these empty bottles."

Her head peeked over the edge of the chair spotting all the bottles around. Scowling she rose up enough to point an accusing finger at me.

"You were drinking alcohol again?!"

"Uh Andy, I can see…" I said, still awkwardly holding my chest.

Shrieking once again, she disappeared behind my chair.

"I think we both were drinking Andy."

"Why would I be drinking?" she gasped "What happened last night? I can't remember."

"Uhm Andy? Could we maybe, ya know, just maybe get my clothes first? It'd be a lot easier to talk to you if we could look at each other without uhm… AND I'm still naked here on the floor."

"Oh!" her high pitch voice squeaked. "Of course."

She fumbled about, trying to figure out whether to dress herself first or help me get dressed first while staying naked. The pitter patter of feet that went back and forth was cute if I wasn't still butt naked on the floor. Finally she held up some clothes against herself while coming over to me and handing me my own.

"Do you… need help?" she said, staring in the other direction.

"You want to look and feel my body more eh fox?" I teased, gratefully taking my bundle of clothes.

Andy began to stutter incoherently, disappearing around the corner to get herself dressed. Giggling I began the hassle of getting clothes on. Getting my underwear on wasn't too bad but trying to slide my limp legs into my pants was a pain with how I was stranded on the floor.

"Uh, Andy!" I called over my shoulder.

"Yes Skye? Are you done getting dressed?"

"No, not yet. I uh need your help," I said a little annoyed.

"With what?"

"Getting my pants on."

"Oh," she said, pausing for a while, "I'll be right there."

She came out from the other room fully dressed, easily spotting where she had left me on the floor. Her eyes would dart away but snap back to me, as if trying not to be rude but unable to stop staring. Maybe my butt just looked that good with me in a twisted mess on the floor with legs halfway in my pants. Andy rolled me over onto my back and began to feed my legs into my pant legs.

I pulled her face down and kissed her. "Thank you," I told her when my pants were around my waist.

Without asking she picked me up and sat me down in my wheelchair. I finished getting dressed as she sat on the couch across from me. We both sat there for a while, glancing up at the other but quickly averting our gaze. Andy and I weren't strangers to each other, we had been sleeping in the same bed for a long while. Now though we just had the nude image of each other imprinted on our eyes. I couldn't look at Andy without seeing her without her clothes. Then there was the problem with all the alcohol.

"What happened last night?" I asked her.

"I don't remember… It's all a blur. You were drinking!" she said.

"Andy I don't think that's the-," I began.

"Don't change the subject Skye! You were drinking and you said you wouldn't!"

"But I-… You were drinking too!" I shot back.

Andy looked aghast, "W-why would I be drinking?! It's you who like to drink so much!"

"Well then how do you explain this?" I spread my arms out motioning to the disheveled room. "And, you're hung over, I can tell."

Those thin lips of hers opened to say something back but promptly shut. I think she saw that I was right, even though she detested and despised the thought of herself getting drunk.

"Look," I began, rolling over and taking her hand with one hand and an ear with the other. Andy's body tensed up subconsciously with pleasure at the ear scratch. "Let's start from what we remember from yesterday. I think… I think we had the day off right?'

Andy closed her eyes and scrunched her eyebrows together in thought. "Yes. Yes you're right. I don't remember for what though." She opened her eyes and looked over my shoulder and gasped, "Wait."

I glanced behind me and saw all of our pictures and then it hit me.

"Our anniversary," Andy whispered.

"Oh… so you forgot," I said slyly, taking the advantage.

"No!" she shrieked, "I didn't forget!"

"I'm only kidding Andy! But that's right," I said checking the calendar. "Yesterday was our anniversary. The day we first met up here," I hummed. "At least we celebrate it. I just wish I could remember what we did to celebrate."

"Obviously we were drinking," Andy spat.

I heard a crash somewhere in my room and flinched. Basher back up stumbling from behind one of the couches.

"Oh dear god," I uttered as I realized a pair of Andy's panties were wrapped around his face.

She shrieked in terror, sprinting over to Bash and began an epic battle of tug of war. Basher was desperately fighting Andy, unable to see and trying to run away. Like he would've gotten far blind, that moron.

"Skye help me!"

"Nah, I think I'd rather watch. This is rather entertaining. But if Bash is there where is Spira?" I asked aloud, hearing a muffled caw from a cupboard in the kitchen. "Oh no."

I wheeled myself as fast as I could over, slamming into the counter. Tearing open the cupboard I saw Spira shoved in amongst boxes of junk food. She was tied up like a turkey ready for roasting, her legs and wings bound together.

"Spira!" I cried, pulling her out and putting her in my arms as I undid all the knots. She cawed out in terror finally free she pulled up my shirt and crawled inside, hiding. "What happened to you? Who did this to you?"

A ruffled wing popped out from under my shirt and pointed at Andy. I looked at her aghast as she held a crying Basher in her arms.

"No way," I whispered once again.

"Skye! Basher keeps pointing at you! You did this to him!" she said protectively.

"Uhm Andy, Spira was tied up like a thanksgiving dinner in the cupboard. She keeps pointing at you," I said unbelievably.

"Me?!" Andy looked at the Spira shaped bulged under my shirt and then the balled up Basher in her arms. "We need to find out what happened yesterday."

I nodded, "I think we should start with our scientists."

"Good idea."

Later when were both cleaned up and I had painstakingly put on my legs we stepped out of my room. We had the two pets with us as we walked quietly down the halls to my testing rooms first. Everything was too awkward and weird to say anything. Andy accompanied me as we entered my testing rooms. There were monitors and desk all around, a workshop for my leg braces and exoskeleton, and a large training room visible through a window that spanned an entire wall. Only a few scientists were here working since I wasn't supposed to be doing anything today. Luckily they were the more likeable ones. They told me that I left early from training because I had to meet up with Andy. I was excited despite my usual nastiness towards them.

"I remember that," I told Andy as we walked out. "I headed out and met up with you at your testing rooms and then… and then we went back to my room."

"Yeah," Andy agreed, "I'm starting to recall that too. We went back to celebrate, after that… I can't remember."

"Here let's head to your testing rooms to see if they knew anything."

"No!" Andy said a little more forcefully than she wanted. It was obvious she didn't want me to see where they tortured her. "No, it's okay. We've learned enough from your scientists. Let's go check with security, maybe they caught us on the cameras."

"Okay," I said but didn't let her off so easily. "You know I've seen your testing room. I have an idea of what they do to you. You don't need to hide it from me."

"I know but still, I'd rather not go back there," she said staring at her feet.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into me, nuzzling my cheek into the top of her head.

"Okay fox, okay," I whispered right next to her orange ear.

It took us a short while to make it to the security room. I kicked open the door much to Andy's shock, walking in like I owned the place.

"Hi boys! I'm back!"

Inside one wall was covered in monitors with cameras watching the whole facility, one guard sitting at the desk watching them all. On the other side was rows of computers and desks next to a couch and a lounge area. Beyond that was another door that lead to an area with personal lockers and weapons.

The half a dozen or so guards inside jumped at my entrance, many shocked to see me while others were blatantly pissed off. I strolled over to the monitors and began typing out things on a keyboard.

"What are you doing here freak?" one of the guards spat.

He was one that I previously had issues with. These issues resulted in him taking a medical leave of absence for an extended period. I ignored him until he came up behind me, trying to intimidate me. Ducking underneath his attempted grab I jumped back, elbowing him in the stomach. Spinning, I swept his leg out from under him and then gave him a good kick in the jaw.

"Anybody else?" I asked the room. The rest of the guards promptly resumed whatever it was they were doing before I had interrupted them. "Good. Nice to see you Pete," I said to the camera operator. He was one of the more amiable guards.

"Uh, you too Skye," he stammered nervously. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yeah, bring up the footage of yesterday. I'm trying to see what me and my friend were up to," I told him.

He thankfully obliged, quickly putting yesterday's feed on a side screen. I scrolled through it until I finally found Andy and I leaving from her testing rooms. I told the computer to follow me through the cameras and footage, watching us head straight back to our rooms. Fast forwarding, I saw that we only left our rooms once. Thankfully we were fully clothed but it was obvious from our swaying steps and the bottles in our hands that we were both drunk. The two of us on screen stumbled about the facility, causing minor havoc wherever we went before returning to the room.

"That's it," I said to Andy.

"Thank goodness we didn't do anything stupid outside," she said over my shoulder.

"Yeah. Let's head back now," I said heading with her to the exit. "Thanks Pete. Hope not to be seeing any of you in the future," I shot to the rest of the room.

Back in my room we both collapsed into couches, disappointed that we couldn't find out anything more about the previous day. My pet Grim slowly warmed back up to the both of us, returning to their normal retarded selves. I rested my chin on my fist, staring at Andy. Then a thought struck me.

"Andy… You don't think we… you know…"

"What do you mean?" then her eyes widened as she realized what I meant. "We… we… Oh my gods," she gasped, flushing a deep red.

"Woah, woah, woah!" I exclaimed. "I mean! I don't think we did! I just uhm… It was just a silly thought!"

"Yes! Yes! A silly thought!"

"You know, we wouldn't…"

"No of course!"

"Would we?"

"Skye!"

"I'm just asking!"

"I mean… it's crossed my mind…"

"It has?!"

"You mean you weren't thinking about it too?!"

"I… well… I mean… maybe… yes, every now and then…"

I had begun to wish I hadn't even said anything. Just trying to talk about it with Andy was making me nervous beyond belief. She was almost quivering.

"Wait! Your camera!" I shouted.

"My camera? YOU THINK WE RECORDED US… US… us…" she stuttered.

"ANDY WHAT?! NO! I mean we might've taken pictures or videos of what we did last night!" I quickly corrected her.

"OH! OF COURSE!" she averted, her fox ears darting in every direction nervously.

We scrambled around the room, desperately trying to locate Andy's camera. It was still kind of a mess but we finally found it buried between the sofa cushions. She leaned over me as I turned it on, getting to the viewer setting. I flipped through the photos already stored on it until I hit the new ones we hadn't seen before.

"Oh my," I let slip.

"Skye, Skye, let me see!" Andy squealed against my back. "What is it? What is it?"

"Wait, hang on," but I was too late. She swiped the camera out of my hands and buried her face into its small screen.

To my utter surprise it was nothing. All the pictures that I could see were completely normal. The first picture was of us, walking down the hallway. Then us back in the room, Andy was trying to cook while I kept trying to take pictures. It went on and on, us going through our day, celebrating, recording every part.

"It's… just us," Andy murmured.

I came up behind her slowly, wrapping my arms around her and resting my chin on her shoulder so I could watch to.

"Yeah, us and happy."

Then a video popped up and Andy hit play. I could hear our voices squeak from the tiny speaker as the image began to move.

"Skye! I told you, no throwing the pets!" the tiny Andy on screen yelled.

"Haha make me!" I said from behind the camera.

I watched as Andy chased me around, stumbling over the furniture while clutching to Basher. Spira cawed somewhere off screen, she must have been perched onto my shoulder. We ran and ran around until we both collapsed on the ground breathless.

The video ended and went back to pictures. There was one of us both laying on the floor with each other. Then one where Basher sat on my face, trying to get into a shot. I looked pretty pissed off, trying to push him away. A few frames of Basher being his idiot self showed up followed by Spira gracefully perched on a couch arm.

Andy started another video, one from later on in the night and it immediately began with her shrill voice.

"Skye are you drinkin?!" she was holding the camera now and I saw myself quickly hide a flask behind my back.

"What? No of course not!"

"I saw that flask you hid behind your back! Give it here."

"Nope," the mini me pouted, both hands behind my back.

"That makes this easy," Andy's voice said as the camera began to shake vigorously. I could hear me cackled in pain as she tickled me.

Between frames where I could see myself I had the flask at my mouth sucking down all the alcohol I could before Andy could stop me. Then somehow I gained control of Andy, pouring some alcohol into her mouth against her will.

I glanced up at the real Andy frightened for good reason. She was staring back at me with a deathly gaze.

"So you got me drunk little bird," I thought I could hear a hint of C-ydna in her voice.

"Oh give me that!" Andy on screen said, downing the rest of the alcohol left in the flask.

The real Andy and I both stared at each other in disbelief.

"This is a celebration, I'll just make an exception," the camera said.

I watched as I whooped in glee and pulled out more bottles which we both shared. We had begun a drinking game, feeding the grim too, before the video stopped.

"Ha! It wasn't my fault!" I said.

"Fine, hmpf!" Andy said.

We went back to the camera and kept flipping through. The pictures got increasingly outrageous as we drank more and more. I could barely begin to explain some of them. Us making funny faces, doing weird poses on dumb places around the room. None of them explained how or why we got naked though.

There was one last video though and it explained everything. It began with a shot of the floor going past and Andy groaning a lot.

"I feel sick," she said in the video.

"Ahahahahaha. Yeah, you look pur-pur-purple. You should be orange! Like a fox," I heard my slurred voice tease before immediately yelping. "You bit me Andy!"

"That was for 'purr-ing'… and for saying I'm purple… and… and… I AM A FOX! FOX! Fox, fox, fox, I am a fox," she began to sing.

It was clear that we were both extremely drunk.

"Don't… you dare… puke on me you purple faced fox," I heard myself grunt as I got her into the bathroom.

The camera shook a bit as Andy was laid against the toilet.

"Okay, here's the water hole!" I giggled but it was too late.

Andy began to puke, half of it landing in the toilet, the other half getting on herself and me.

"Gross!"

When she was done she passed out. I tried to wake her up, lifting and dropping her arms, tugging on both her ears. For a long while it was just my hands playing and toying with her ears. They were both completely relaxed and lying flat against her head. I would pick them up and let go, watching them fall flat again.

"Oh god Andy you made a mess! Okay… Okay… It's alright," I didn't think that my drunk self knew that no one was listening. "I'm gonna clean us both up."

The camera got set on the sink facing the bath. We both watched as I undressed Andy and got her precariously into the tub throwing on the water. I stripped then too and then got in the tub with her, clumsily cleaning her and myself once we were done. I disappeared for a moment then came back with my wheelchair, picking the clean and naked Andy up and laying her in it, wheeling her out. I came back for the camera and focused it on Andy, curled up under the blanket in my chair.

For a few moment it was silent, shakily watching Andy.

"You're so cute," my voice said from behind the camera. "I just… just want you to know… I am drunk. REALLY drunk, but you did this to me and to yourself and… you're really pretty… and cute… Did I say you were cute? Well, ya cute fox, ya damn cute. God I'm drunk. Uuuuhhhhh my head. I hope you… appreciate me bathing you and all! I almost drowned in there."

At this point the camera began to sway dangerous as I guess I began to lose my balance.

"Oh… oh! And oh! Andy," my voice became very soft, "I love you. I love you… so much."

The camera tilted down a bit as I swayed forward, I think leaning in for a kiss. I was too drunk though and tripped forward, pushing Andy and my chair back and slamming my head on the floor before the video stopped.

Andy turned off the camera, putting it back in its place on a desk next to our wall.

"Skye!" she barked as if I was a pet guilty of something wrong.

"Yes?!" I barked.

"Come!" she said pointing at a spot right in front of her.

"N-now, Andy… You saw," I began.

"NOW!" she ordered.

With my head down and whimpering I slowly walked over to the spot in front of her. It was eerily silent and my heart was pounding. I was expecting a punishment, something bad, or C-ydna to come out and give me a beating. Andy was mad, of course she'd be mad. There were tons of things for her to be mad about. Oh I wish she'd just get it over with already.

Her arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace and she kissed me straight on the lips. I was pleasantly shocked and instantly numb to everything else in the world.

"Thank you," she whispered, "for taking caring of me. And… I love you too, more than anything else in the world."

Tears fell from each of my eyes as I looked back at her.

"You dumb fox," I muttered, reach around and grabbing her backside for a tail.