Story: Contemporary
Charters: M/mouse and M/humanoid
Sex: Anal
Story line: Wil always wanted to be a professional dancer, but 
never received the chance. Then after a private dance for his new 
friend Criss, he gets his chance.
David G.



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WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF A SEXUAL
NATURE. YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER TO READ THIS STORY. IF
THIS KIND OF STUFF BUGS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.
IF YOU DO, IT IS OF YOUR OWN ACCORD. WRITER EXCEPTS NO 
RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS.
--David G.
'stories_by_david@yahoo.com'
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Wil's Dance


   Even though the changing room was poorly lit, you could easily 
see Wil C. Mouse sitting in the corner. His brilliant white fur 
was not the only thing that made him stand out. He was quite good 
looking and his talent for dancing was unmatched.
   Wil had wanted to be a professional dancer for as long as he 
could remember so when he was old enough, he obtained a 
counterfeit government I.D. card that added three years to his 
young life.
   Though the card was a masterful reproduction, it could not 
hide Wil's youthful appearance. You could just look at him and 
tell he was not as old as his I.D. stated, so Wil was unable to 
get past security at any of the legitimate theaters. 
   Wil was about ready to give up when he came across a male 
exotic dance club. The owner of the club knew Wil's I.D. was 
phony, but he had a fondness for younger males, so he hired him 
on as a part-time dancer, mainly for the Friday and Saturday 
night crowd's.
   As Wil waited for his turn to go out on stage, he went over 
his dance routine in his mind. He knew he had to keep changing 
it, otherwise the audience would become bored and he might lose 
out on some of his tips, which added up to considerably more than 
what he was being paid by the club.
   Wil waited patiently for the dancer on stage to finish. When 
he did, Wil took in a deep breath and waited for his first song 
to begin. The song started out slow, so Wil could dance his way 
out to where he needed to be. Then as the tempo picked up Wil's 
natural rhythm took over.
   The music was loud and strong, and Wil had no trouble keeping 
up with it. He moved his body with such grace and balance, he 
almost hypnotized whoever was watching him, and by the end of the 
song he had the audience worked up into a frenzy.
   His second song was a bit slower, and it allowed him to get 
closer to the furs that were sitting along the runway. He moved 
in, but not too close. He learned quickly that if you tease the 
audience a bit, you wind up getting better tips. Though Wil was 
young, he was not naive, when he looked down and saw the sea of 
hands, each holding a few credits. He knew the real reason why 
these furs wanted to slip their credits up inside his clothing, 
it was for the chance to actually touch him. Wil did not mind if 
they got a quick feel of the soft fur that covered his firm body, 
his interest was more in the credits that they left behind.
   Now that the song was half over, Wil made his move. He worked 
one side of the runway, then the other, picking up all the tips 
that were offered him. Now just before the song ended, he would 
try and coax the last holdouts down to the stage. As the song 
came to an end, Wil's last move was to tug on his shirt so all 
the little clasps pulled apart. He then spun around revealing his 
slender frame to all in the club, and that move had the desired 
effect.
   As he poised himself, ready for the last song, he noticed a 
few more furs move closer to the stage. He even noticed a few 
Ferani's stepping forward. Wil liked Ferani's, and not just 
for the fact that they were good tippers, but he liked the way 
they looked. Most of them had long head hair, which resembled 
manes. They also had what he thought were cute pointy ears, and a 
few had very nice looking tails, and their bodies had striped fur 
that was so short and soft that he nicknamed them, "Velveteen 
furs". The biggest difference between a Ferani and a regular 
fur was that Ferani's had no muzzles to speak of, and their 
faces were almost flat, which also intrigued Wil.
   Wil's last song started and he began working his magic. 
Softly, subtly he moved with the rhythm, and by the time he had 
moved once around the dance floor, he had every fur within ten 
feet of him breathing funny. Wil made his way over to the first 
fur that offered up some credits. He moved in, giving that fur a 
real close view of his slender, and barely clothed body, and 
because of that move it didn't take long before he spotted more 
hands being raised.
   Wil made his last round of the stage, giving all the furs one 
last quick look at his gorgeous body. Then as the song ended, he 
grabbed the last pole, arching his back as he bent backwards 
until his ears brushed the dance floor. The song ended and the 
crowd went wild. The applause was so thunderous that Wil could 
feel the air around him vibrate.
   Wil opened his eyes, so he could see everyone around him 
upside down, which always made him laugh. But the second he 
opened his eyes, he saw the best-looking Ferani that he had 
ever seen, upside down or not. He slowly picked himself up so he 
could get a better look at him.
   Wil could not believe just how good-looking the Ferani was, 
and how he felt something deep inside of him. The Ferani held 
out a small card. Wil leaned forward and took it, and just as he 
did the Ferani and his entourage turned and walked away. 
Backstage Wil read the card. 
        "Please call me after Wednesday. I would 
         like you to dance for me in private. 
         I will make it well worth your while." 
   There was also something taped to the back of the card. After 
removing the little piece of paper, Wil found a One hundred 
credit note under it. This was as much money as he would make in 
one good night.
   Once he was home, Wil went onto the Internet and tried to find 
out who the Ferani was. Wil remembered seeing him or someone 
who looked like him from a couple of years ago, but he was having 
no luck finding him now.
   Wil was hoping that the Ferani would show up again on 
Saturday, but as the show ended Wil noticed that the Ferani was 
nowhere to be seen. As he was getting ready to leave, Wil's boss 
came over and in a not so subtle way asked what was on the note 
Mr. Gem had given him. Wil smiled as the owner of the club just 
gave him the clue he needed. 
   He then said, "Oh nothing really. He just said he liked my 
dance routine and taped to the card was my tip. That's all."
   Sunday, Wil wasted no time in trying to find Mr. Gem, and it 
soon became apparent that Mr. Gem did not want to be found. Wil 
then accessed some old news files and using a locator program, he 
ran the name Mr. Gem through it. In less that a second, he had 
seventeen hits.
   Wil picked one and opened up the file, it read, "Ferani 
youth does it again. Sixteen year old Criss Gem patents another 
invention. This makes the fifteenth patent for the young 
inventor." Wil then opened a more recent file. It was the "Who's 
Who In The News." Wil began to read out loud. "Mr. Criss Gem 
applied for and received his fiftieth patent today, not that the 
twenty year old Millionaire needs anything else to add to his 
vast fortune,---" The story went on to note his different 
inventions, but Wil's mind was stuck on the phrase, "Twenty year 
old Millionaire."
   Wil had a hard time waiting until Wednesday, then to make 
matters worse, Wil read the card again and it said to call after 
Wednesday. Thursday was not much better, Wil had a hard time 
keeping his mind on his schoolwork, and once the dismissal bell 
rang, he set a new record in getting home.
   Once in his room and reaching for the phone, then panic set 
in, Wil was not sure if he should call. He thought, 'After all it 
has been some time since Mr. Gem had seen me dance, what if he 
had second thoughts about the whole thing? What if I call and he 
tells me he is no longer interested?' Wil couldn't take that, so 
he put down the phone and walked out of his room.
   Friday night and Wil had just finished work when a rather 
large Ferani approached him. Wil froze as the Ferani reached 
out and handed him a note. As he opened the note to read it, the 
messenger walked off.
        'Dear Wil, I hope the only reason you 
         haven't called me is because you've 
         lost my number. So here it is again. 
         Please call me. Criss.'
   Wil's heart raced with excitement. All the horrible things he 
had been thinking were not true. When Wil got home he tried to 
force himself to sleep so the morning would come faster. Even 
though he was in bed by one, his own excitement kept him from 
fall asleep until Five in the morning.
   If not for his mother knocking on his door and asking him if 
he wanted to eat lunch, Wil could have easily slept another few 
hours. Wil told her he would be, right after he made a phone call.
   After the third ring Wil heard a somber voice, "Hello."
   Hearing the sadness in the greeting, Wil was unsure if he had 
the correct number. "Ah, this is Wil, I was asked to call this 
number."
   The tone of the voice at the other end picked up. "Wil the 
dancer?"
   "Yes, that's me."
   "Hi this is Criss, thank you for calling. I thought I had 
scared you off by asking for a private dance."
   "Oh, to be truthful I put off calling you because I was a bit 
nervous. I thought by now you would have changed your mind."
   "Oh no, that would never happen. As a matter of fact, I would 
like to send my transport over right now to pick you up, if you 
don't mind."
   Wil almost agreed to go, but he glanced down at the clock. "I 
would love to, but I have to go to work in a couple of hours. How 
about if you pick me up tomorrow, this way I could spend most of 
the day with you." Wil brought his hand up to cover his mouth as 
he thought to himself. 'Oh great dummy, now it's your turn to 
scare him off.'
   "That would be wonderful. I would very much enjoy having you 
spend the day with me. Now if you please, would you give me your 
address and I will have my chauffeur come by your place at Nine 
tomorrow morning to pick you up."
   "It would be better if he picked me up at the mall. This way I 
won't have to explain to anyone where I'm going. My parents know 
I have a part-time job, they just don't know what kind."
   "I understand. I too have hid part of my life from my family. 
Now back to the subject at hand, tomorrow at nine, the North 
parking lot at the Hillside Mall. Look for the dark blue 
transport. I will tell the driver to be parked away from the 
mall."
   Wil worked on a couple of new dance moves before heading to 
work, and once he was on stage he tried them out before the 
audience. At the end of his little show he received a rave 
response to his new routine, and the tips he made were solid 
proof.
   The next morning, Wil told his parents he had a chance to get 
in some extra hours at work. He then told them he would be home 
no later then nine that evening. Wil arrived a bit early, so he 
figured he would just sit on the curb and wait for the transport 
to arrive.
   As he walked around the corner of the mall he spotted the 
largest, blackest, most beautiful limousine parked at the far end 
of the lot. He thought no one would mind if he took a closer look 
at it. After all there was no one in sight.
   As the sun rose higher, a few beams of light passed through 
the trees at the end of the lot and shine down on the limo, and 
that's when he realized that the transport was actually dark blue 
in color. Suddenly the front door opened and out stepped a rather 
large Ferani. Wil's first instinct was to turn around and walk 
away, but he recognized him as the one who had handed him the 
note last Friday.
   The Ferani calmly walked to the rear of the limo and opened 
the door. He then gestured for Wil to step inside. Wil stuck his 
head in and looked around. Then as he entered he said. "This is 
almost as big as my room." The Ferani chuckled as he gently 
closed the door.
   At first Wil sat very still in the back of the limo, but after 
a few minutes, he started to amuse himself by making funny faces 
at passengers in other transports, knowing that no one could see 
him behind the heavily tinted windows. Once the novelty of that 
wore off, curiosity took over.
    After ten minutes there wasn't a single spot that he hadn't 
tried sitting in. Nor was there single button or switch that 
hadn't been pushed or pressed. The only thing Wil hadn't touched 
was something that looked like a phone. He carefully picked it up 
to hear if there was a dial tone, but what he heard was the voice 
of the chauffeur. 
   "May I do something for you, Mr. Mouse?"
   Wil panicked and said the first thing that came to mind. "I'm 
thirsty."
   "Very well sir. We may pull into the establishment of your 
choice, or would water be sufficient."
   In a timid tone Wil replied, "Water's fine."
   "Very well sir, under the monitor is a cabinet with some 
glasses. On the other side is a cooler, which contains ice and 
some bottled water. If there is anything else you desire, please 
feel free to call on me."
   Wil now had something else to do. He tried to find all the 
little hidden cabinets that were located throughout the rear 
compartment of the limo. Just as soon as Wil was sure that he 
knew everything there was to know about the limousine, he noticed 
he was being driven pasted some large gates.
   Wil pressed the button to open the sunroof, which allowed him 
to stand and look at his new surroundings, as the limo drifted up 
the long driveway, weaving through the plethora of trees, which 
shaded the surrounding landscape. Then as the trees dwindled, 
Wil's eyes widened as he gazed upon the largest mansion he had 
ever seen.
   As the driver approached the mansion, Wil noticed a couple of 
furriers exiting. They proceeded to get into their transport to 
leave the property. As the driver parked in front of the stairs 
that led to the house, Wil sat back down. As he looked on in 
wonder, he was slightly startled when the chauffeur opened the 
door, allowing him to exit.
   Wil looked up at the mansion. Above the door, embedded in the 
concrete was the word "Lotusland". Wil thought, 'That must be the 
name of this place.' He was halfway up the stairs, when one of 
the large doors opened and out stepped Criss. He smiled at Wil, 
and Wil paused for a second to smile and wave back. Wil noticed 
that Criss was even better looking then he remembered. As Criss 
stepped out into the full light of day, a subtle breeze drifted 
by causing the sun's rays to dance along his handsome mane.
   "Perfect timing Wil. I just finished an early morning meeting 
and now I am ready to relax and have a little fun. By the way, 
have you ever ridden an Oragone?" Criss asked.
   "No sir. But I think they are very good looking stock." Wil 
replied.
   "Please call me Criss, and I think you will enjoy the 
experience." Criss then turned his attention to his chauffeur. 
"Jonathan, would you please make two Oragone's ready. Wil and I 
will be going for a little ride." Jonathan nodded his head and 
drove off around the mansion. "Come Wil, let me show you around 
my house. The first thing you'll notice is the name Lotusland 
here above the door. I named it that hoping it would live up to 
its meaning, which is a place inducing contentment, especially 
through offering an idyllic living situation or an ideal marked 
by contentment, often achieved through self-indulgence. To be 
completely honest, it may have started out that way, but I have 
come to realize that something is missing, and I'm hoping to tell 
you what it is a bit later on."
   After the tour of Criss' house, Wil wondered why Criss could 
think this place was missing something. There were two swimming 
pools, one inside and one out, tennis courts, a bowling alley, a 
home theater, a huge game room and a dance hall that almost made 
him drool.
   As the two made their way to the stables, Wil stopped and 
looked at the large hedges that took up half of Criss' garden. 
Criss noticed the odd look on Wil's face. "What's your boggle, 
Wil?" Criss asking in a concerned tone.
   "These hedges. It looks like there is a roll of them, with 
another roll right behind the first ones, and when we came out I 
noticed there was a large number of them."
   Criss chuckled. "It's called a hedge maze. You walk in over 
here and you try and walk out over there." He said as he pointed 
to the other break in the hedges. "After our ride I'll let you 
try the maze."
   Wil smiled. "Sounds like fun. But I should warn you, for some 
odd reason, I am very good at going through mazes."
   Once in the stable Wil saw Jonathan standing in the middle of 
the walkway holding the reins of two Oragone's. He watched as one 
pawed at the ground for a minute before looking around as they 
approached.
   Wil had only seen photographs of them in a nature book, and 
once in a documentary, but they did not do these animals justice. 
As Criss took one and moved it closer to Wil, he realized just 
how big they really were.
   "Ever been this close to one?" Criss asked.
   "No, I've only seen them on the monitor. Never in real life."
   As Criss held the rein, he had Wil pet the beast as he walked 
around it. The silver and blue fur felt softer then it looked, 
and their manes and tails, of pure white, were exquisitely 
accented with strains of gold fur. When he came back around, 
something caught Wil's eye. He looked down and then he backed up. 
His mouth dropped and his eyes widened. Criss glanced at what Wil 
was looking at and started to chuckle.
   "Now you know where the phrase, "Hung like a Oragone" came 
from."
   With a bit of concern and embarrassment in his voice Wil 
asked, "Will he be ok walking around like that? He won't hurt 
himself or anything, will he?"
   "Not to worry. I'm sure he'll put it away when we go for our 
ride."
   After a few instructions the two headed out for a tour of the 
property. By the time they reached the "Back forty" as Criss 
called it, Wil's natural body rhythm made it seem as if he had 
been riding all his life. Criss led Wil down a small trail, which 
led them to Criss' private beach. After galloping though the surf 
for a few minutes, the two headed back to the stables, via the 
far side of the property. Once in the stables, Wil copied Criss 
move for move as he removed the saddle. 
   Before they put the Oragone's away, the two walked them around 
to help cool them off, and as they did, Wil asked Criss, "How do 
you come up with all of your inventions?"
   "I really only do two things." Criss replied. "First I look at 
what is already around me, and I try and figure a way to improve 
it. The second thing I do is listen to kinsmen who ask, "Why 
don't they have something that would do this or that? I even 
catch myself asking for an item every now and then. So the first 
thing I do then is look up to see if there is a patent for 
something that would fit the bill. 
   If there is one, I may look into buying the patent. Sometime 
kinsmen patent things, but never produce the item. Now if there 
is no such item, then I look into inventing one myself. But the 
bottom line is cost. How much will it cost to make? And could I 
sell enough of them to make a profit off of it."
   Once the pair had put the Oragone's away, they headed for the 
maze. "Ok Wil," Criss said. "I'll time you from the moment you 
walk into this opening and I'll stop the timer when you walk out 
of the other opening." 
   Wil took off and Criss started the timer. Criss decided to go 
have a seat on the little garden bench. Knowing this was Wil's 
first attempt at the maze, Criss felt secure that his best time 
of fifteen minutes would stand, so he made himself comfortable. 
   Criss sat there laughing at some of Wil's comments that he 
heard like, "Whoops. Oh no. Been here before. Hello, anyone out 
there? Would crawling through the middle of the hedges be 
considered cheating?"
   Criss quickly stopped the timer and stopped laughing when Wil 
stepped out of the second opening. He looked down and was amazed 
that the mouse had made it through the maze in only twelve 
minutes.
   "I told you I was good at doing mazes. So how did I do?"
   Criss opened up a small cabinet by the exit to the maze, there 
were several times listed, all set by Criss. He then took the 
grease pin and wrote Wil's name and the time twelve point seven 
minutes, above his best time of fifteen point two. 
   "I need to have the gardener make this thing bigger." Criss 
mumbled as he closed the little cabinet.
   As the two made their way back to the house, Wil kept 
apologizing to Criss about beating his time. Criss calmly 
replied, "Actually I'm happy you did. Now I have something to 
strive for." When they reached the house Wil stood staring at the 
massive pool. "Would you like to go for a swim?" Criss asked, and 
Wil nodded his head. "Through that door is a changing room. You 
will find several types of bathing suits. Find one that fits and 
jump in. I'll get mine and join you in a minute."
   Wil looked at all the suits, most of which would fit him just 
fine, but Wil had something else on his mind. He really liked 
Criss and he hoped that Criss liked him as well. But to get to 
know him better, Wil wanted Criss to see as much as any suit 
would allow, so he picked the smallest one he could find.
   Once back outside Wil dipped his foot into the pool to find 
out how cold the water was. Much to his surprise he found the 
water to be just the right temperature, so he just let himself 
fall right in. He swam to the shallow end of the pool and just as 
he turned around to swim back, out came Criss. Wil smiled as he 
noticed Criss was dressed in the same style suit as his.
   Now the only problem Wil had was that he was becoming aroused 
as he watched Criss step up onto the diving board. Wil loved the 
way Criss' slender, but well formed body gracefully moved, and 
his stripes seemed so perfectly matched to his body. Wil now 
wished he had picked out a pair of trunks that would conceal his 
growing maleness. 
   Wil stared on in pure awe as he watched Criss step to the end 
of the board. Once Criss rechecked his footing, he put out his 
arms and bent his knees. He then leaped up to get some height for 
his dive. On his third bounce, Criss lost his footing, and now 
standing on the toes of one foot, with his arms flailing about as 
he managed to hold his position for a second before flipping head 
of heels, landing in the pool posterior first.
   Wil now looked on with some concern, as Criss slowly emerged. 
Criss smiled then proudly announced, "Can you tell I've been 
practicing?"
   Wil chuckled as he gave out a sigh of relief just before 
swimming over to him. The two enjoyed playing a few pool games 
before Jonathan came out to announce that lunch was ready. As 
they ate, Wil regaled Criss with a few whimsical stories of some 
things that he had seen at the club and other things that just 
caught his attention. Criss realized that being surrounded by a 
business point of view for all these years had truly shortened 
his own youth, so he was enjoying the youthful view of the world 
that Wil had.
   After they had finished the diminutive but filling lunch, 
their conversation had come to a stop. However neither of them 
had really noticed. They merely sat there staring at each other 
for quite some time. It wasn't until Wil began to feel that 
strange feeling again, that he quietly said. "I want to dance for 
you now."
   Criss led Wil to a lavish room adjoining the large dance hall. 
"The lavatory is through there and over here you will find a 
large assortment of clothing you can wear. If you need anything 
just push the call button on the wall. Whatever you want will be 
brought to you. I'll meet you in the dance hall as soon as you 
are ready."
   As Criss started to leave the room Wil spoke up. "Criss, when 
you change clothes, please dress very casually, ok?" Criss nodded 
his head as he left. Wil wasted no time in taking his shower and 
picking out a few clothes that would work for his dance.
   Once in the dance hall, Wil found the production board, and 
set up the music he wanted to dance to. Once ready he checked the 
lights and programmed them to the songs selected. He had just 
finished when Jonathan walked in.
   "Master Criss would like to know if you are ready?"
   "Yes sir. Would you please tell him to come in."
   "As you wish, Mister Mouse."
   Criss walked in a minute later. When he saw Wil he put out his 
arms and slowly turned around asking, "Is this casual enough?" 
Referring to the fact that all he was wearing were his house 
slippers and a pair of silk shorts.
   Wil smiled and nodded his head. He then pointed to the chair 
next to the dance floor. As Criss made his way across the floor, 
Wil couldn't help but keep his eyes on Criss' backside, watching 
the way his magnificent tail swayed back and forth revealing just 
a glimpse of the perfectly shaped posterior that lay beneath it.
   Once Criss was ready, Wil threw the main switch and the lights 
dimmed and the music began to play. It was a slow song and Wil 
used it to warm up. By watching him you would have never guessed 
he was just warming up. The moves he made just for bending and 
stretching were so masterfully blended together, one would think 
this was a little dance.
   As the next song blended into the ending of the first song the 
tempo changed and so did Wil's moves. Criss watched in awe as Wil 
danced effortlessly in time with the rhythm. It was during the 
third song that Wil started to remove some of the clothing he had 
on.
   Wil moved in close, and Criss watched with eager eyes as Wil 
slowly unbuttoned his pants while still keeping time with the 
music. A couple of fancy moves and in a second his pants went 
flying across the floor. When Criss' gaze again fixed on Wil, he 
noticed that the young mouse was now wearing a pair of denim 
shorts.
   Wil wanted this dance to last so he had dressed in layers, 
planning to remove only one piece of clothing per song. Wil 
carefully watched Criss, every time Criss' interest was aroused, 
Wil noticed that the chair he was in would rise and tilt forward. 
When Criss was just enjoying the show, he sat reclined.
   As Wil prepared to remove the jacket, he moved closer to 
Criss, who flipped a switch, making his chair tilt forward and 
rise a bit. Wil used a pole that was close by to help in his next 
move. He wrapped himself around it to start, and as he unwrapped 
himself he somehow left his jacket tied to the pole. Criss smiled 
as he watched and wondered just how the mouse had managed to 
pull-off that little trick.
   As Criss watched Wil, he knew he was getting himself into 
trouble. Criss had felt something inside the moment he first laid 
eyes upon Wil and now he knew just what it was. He had fallen in 
love with him.
   The prospects of this both excited and saddened him. On one 
hand, he had found someone to love, but on the other, he did not 
know if Wil felt the same way, and if not, he didn't know if he 
could handle the rejection.
   Criss' concentration was broken when the next song started, 
and Wil began to unbutton the shirt he had on. Criss found 
himself wishing this song would end so Wil would start removing 
another piece of clothing. Approximately three minutes later 
Criss got his wish.
   It was a slow song, and Criss found himself sitting up as far 
as his chair would allow him, as he watched Wil ever so slowly 
remove the little tee shirt that he had on. Criss found this to 
be extremely exciting and was glad he had worn some shorts that 
hid his stiffening maleness. It wasn't until the song ended, that 
Wil finally revealed himself to Criss by pulling the tee shirt up 
and over his head, but instead of tossing it to one side, he 
tossed it to Criss, just as the lights dimmed to nothing.
   As Criss sat there in the dark, he felt the soft fabric just 
before bringing the shirt up so he could inhale the sharp scent 
of the excited young mouse that permeated the light cotton cloth.
   A few seconds later, a couple of lights cast their beams 
piercing the darkness. Like a beautiful sunrise the yellow and 
blue lights blended together as they started to highlight Wil's 
body. Criss noted all the details as Wil came into view.
   Wil was leaning against a pole, but his right arm did not 
continue down, it came across his body, his right hand reaching 
for his left hip. His left hand was almost placed on top of his 
right, but he held it out just a bit, open hand, finger pointing 
slightly to the right. He was carrying his weight on his left 
leg, which was straight, while his right leg was slightly bent.
   He was lit from the left and above, so most of his right side 
was held captive by shadows. Wil had his head slightly tilted 
down and he had an almost sad look on his face, making you want 
to walk over to give him a tender hug, hoping that it would raise 
his spirits.
   Just as that urge reached its peak in Criss, the music started 
and Wil slowly stood up. The song was slow and fluid and Wil's 
moves were as well. Criss continued to be impressed by Wil's 
almost ballet like moves, which he used for the slow rhythm. 
During one move where Wil raised his leg almost straight up, 
Criss noticed that the little denim shorts were all Wil was 
wearing. This didn't help Criss in his state of half erectness, 
which now was starting to become a state of full erection.
   Wil rarely listened to the words to a song, but in this case 
he did. It sounded like the singer had looked into his heart and 
found out how he felt about Criss and put the young mouse's 
feelings into words. Wil tried to stop thinking about the words 
and to concentrate on the rhythm of the song.
   This almost worked, but now Wil felt his hidden passion 
starting to rise as an inner urge took over. Though Wil's moves 
could cause a fur to breath funny, this time it was his breathing 
that started to become labored as his hand's started their slow 
journey down his body.
   When his hands reached his pants he slid them over the soft 
denim shorts. As one hand brushed over his crotch, he could not 
believe just how excited he was. As his other hand traveled a 
similar path, his thumb happen to catch the little clasp that 
held his pants closed, popping it loose.
   As his hip's gently swayed Wil wormed the fingers of one hand 
into the waistband of his pants. The added pressure on the zipper 
caused it to start traveling down, until he had enough room to 
place his whole hand into the shorts.
   His little mouse maleness was swelling fast, so he brushed his 
fingers along the pulsing edge causing it to expand down one of 
the tiny pant legs of the shorts. Wil gave out a soft moan as his 
throbbing member now had enough room to expand to its full 
length.
   As the song played, Wil moved his other hand into his pants as 
well. Both hands crossing each other, both hand caressing a part 
of his tenderness. Wil couldn't believe the feeling of this 
moment, as another rasping moan of pleasure exited his lips as he 
was swept away by this new, thrilling experience.
   As he pressed his throbbing maleness up against his inner 
thigh, a flash of desire went coursing through him, centering 
itself at his own heated core. His fingers probed intimately, and 
his body was soon aching for complete fulfillment.
   The only thing was, he wanted to have this moment with Criss, 
but he had no idea how Criss truly felt about him. Wil moved 
closer to Criss carefully watching his eyes for any signs of 
disgust or antipathy, but the closer he got, all he saw were 
signs of pleasure and delight.
   When Wil finally reached the chair containing the gorgeous 
Ferani, he danced his way around to the back of it. He placed 
his hands on Criss' shoulders slowly working them around in time 
with the music. Criss however was now lost in the pleasurable 
massage he was receiving. Then slowly Wil's hands drifted down to 
Criss' chest.
   Wil could easily see that Criss was well built, but now with 
his hands roaming over his body, he felt it as well, which only 
added to his own excitement. When Wil's hands came to rest on the 
muscular stomach, his head came to rest on Criss' shoulder.
   Wil summoned up all his courage and whispered into Criss' ear, 
"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but, I want you."
   Criss reached up and placed a hand on the side of Wil's face 
as he whispered back, "From the moment I first saw you I wanted 
you, and to hear that you want me too, that just makes me the 
happiest Ferani on this planet."
   Wil giggled with delight while he moved one hand to the 
control panel on the chair. It only took a couple of seconds and 
Wil had repositioned the chair to its fully reclined position. It 
was then that Wil noticed the bulge in Criss' pants.
   Wil moved around and when he turned his back to Criss. Criss 
reached out and unhooked the tail flap on Wil's shorts. Wil's 
hips then slowly swayed back and forth and with each twist of his 
hips, the little pair of shorts slowly slipped down his slender 
body.
   Wil kept his hands placed in front of him barely covering his 
mousy erection, as Criss gently placed one hand on Wil's thigh 
and began to worm his fingers up through his soft fur. When 
Criss' hand reached Wil's hip he slid his hand over scooping one 
of Wil's hands away. Wil slowly turned and Criss repeated his 
move, sliding his hand up Wil's other leg scooping away his 
remaining hand, now leaving Wil fully exposed to him.
   Criss reached out, but stopped less then an inch away from 
Wil's maleness. Wil reached down and pulled Criss' hand in until 
Criss gently cupped his palm to the twin spheres that hung gently 
at the base of Wil's erect shaft. Then using his thumb Criss 
caressed the lightly furred sac, causing them both to gasp at the 
pleasurable feeling.
   Criss reached out with his other hand and pulled Wil down so 
they could share a tender kiss. Clumsily Wil tried to lean over 
the handrail of the chair, but when Criss noticed Wil's awkward 
position, he quickly released the clasp that held the railings in 
place and folded them both out of the way.
   Wil wasted no time in leaning back in for his kiss. Criss felt 
the passion and the intense pleasure Wil put into the kiss, which 
made Criss feel as if he were free falling, with only Wil to hold 
on to. As their tongues danced and played in each other's mouths, 
Wil bravely took the hand that was resting on Criss' chest and 
slowly slid it down his body.
   Wil did not slide his hand under Criss' shorts, but instead he 
let his hand glide over the silky cloth, heating the material 
caught between their skin until it seemed to liquefy, and as 
Criss seemed to melt right along with his shorts, his need for 
Wil grew.
   With his body pushing him on, demanding and urging, Criss 
lifted himself and unhooked his tail clasp, then he took Wil's 
hand and hooked his thumb under the waistband of his pants 
encouraging him to pull downward. As Wil did, Criss pulled down 
on the opposite side. Once the clothing was down far enough Criss 
finished removing his pants, casting them aside.
   Wil now had nothing in his way as he slid his hand back up 
Criss' inner thigh, coming to rest on Criss' most sensitive area. 
Slowly Wil's hand cupped the large soft spheres that lay loosely 
against Criss' legs, and it was at that point they both broke off 
their heated kiss to catch a much needed breath of air.
   As Criss gently rubbed Wil's back, Wil rested his head on 
Criss' chest, and when he did, he noticed the tuft of fur that 
signaled the beginning of Criss' maleness was the same aureate 
color as his head and tail fur. Both Criss and Wil then moved 
their hands from each other's orbs, sliding upward to grasp each 
other's shaft.
   It was then that Criss whispered, "Climb up," and without 
hesitation Wil did just so. Criss rested his hands on Wil's 
crescent shaped posterior, while Wil held onto Criss' shoulders, 
with his face buried in the nape of his neck.
   Criss never knew breathing could be so erotic. Each rise and 
fall pushed Wil's chest against his in a most pleasurable way. 
Each rise and fall fanned feathered breaths against the short 
velvet fur at the side of his neck. Each rise and fall brought 
the faintest scent of Wil, the scent that matched the taste Criss 
found with his lips and tongue.
   Wil wanted to give to Criss, to care for him, to take him out 
of this moment and into one of pure pleasure. All this he wanted 
to do for him, but Wil knew touches, kisses and building 
caresses, would only go so far. He wanted to brush his fine 
velvet fur, to have his touch melt into Criss' bone and blood 
until it whispered at the core of him. Besides, the feel of 
Criss' hard arousal pressing against his belly was driving him to 
a frenzy, setting his youthful body on fire.
   Criss, unable to keep full complete control of himself, rolled 
his hips up just a bit, as he whispered, "I want you, my tiny 
dancer."
   "Then I am yours." Wil whispered back.
   Then through what seemed to be carefully choreographed moves, 
the two managed to change positions. Criss now found himself 
kneeling in between Wil's legs, which had been picked up and were 
lying across Criss'. As Criss carefully leaned forward supporting 
his weight on his hands and knees, Wil picked up his legs and 
wrapped them around Criss' waist.
   He then reached down and guided Criss' maleness to the 
entrance of his being. Once Criss rolled his hips, and the head 
of his rod entered the hot little mouse, he paused. Wil then 
gently pushed on Criss' rear with his foot encouraging him to 
enter further.
   Slowly Criss buried himself deeper into Wil until he was 
sheathed to the hilt in his slick heat. Wil then locked his legs 
around Criss as he rolled his slim hips drawing Criss in just a 
touch more, taking Criss with him as he climbed higher into a 
universe of pure delight.
   When Wil felt ready, he gently relaxed his legs allowing Criss 
enough room to start the steady rocking rhythm of his body. When 
the dream of making love to Wil became reality, Criss anticipated 
the necessity of setting a slow gentle rhythm once they were 
united, which was intended to spare Wil from any pain. What he 
hadn't imagined was the erotic rewards in building his own 
pleasure so slowly.
   Criss then stroked a bit faster and harder, then he slowed and 
moved whisper light, making Wil moan and pant and melt until he 
was just this side of total bliss. Wil's meltdown, however, was 
not preparation enough for the searing moment that stopped his 
runaway heart, and then Criss pressed down upon him using the 
fullness of his erection.
   Wil's eyes flew open and they stared at each other, almost in 
shock. "Should I stop?" questioned Criss.
   Breathlessly Wil replied, "Please don't stop."
   That was all that Criss needed to hear. As he started in again 
he could feel flames of uncontrollable desire starting to flare 
within him. He tried to slow his pace, wanting to make love to 
Wil forever, but as if possessed by another, his body took 
control away from his mind, and Criss found himself just going 
along for the ride.
   Criss felt his passion coiling up within him, and the tighter 
it coiled, the higher his senses soared. His muscles strained 
against the heat of his body, as the flames of passion burning 
along his veins consumed the last vestige of his control.
   Criss finally gave in, as his body thrust itself deep into 
Wil. It seemed he was pushing to the very center of the younger 
mouse, and when he reached it, Criss threw back his head and 
crying out, "Oh God, yes!" He then let go releasing his seed deep 
into Wil's core. As Criss continued to release his heated flow, 
his body shuddered again as pure joy poured over him, engulfing 
him to the fullest. Criss released his grip on the chair, and 
wrapping his arms around Wil pulling him in tight as he rode out 
the waves of pleasure, barely aware that his arms were tightening 
around Wil's slim frame. Criss cradled the cute mouse in his 
arms, almost carrying him as he gave his final thrusts, before 
the two laid back down. Criss then buried his face into the nape 
of Wil's neck, as he tried to recover from the experience.
   As they lay motionless, still joined, Wil felt Criss 
breathing, felt his heart beating against his, and felt the warm 
embrace he was swathed in, it all seemed so magical. 'No,' he 
thought, it was Criss who was magical. How else could he have 
fallen in love so quickly and so completely? Who else but Criss 
could make him feel so precious and so beautiful?
   "I love you." Wil murmured his voice meek to the point that he 
wasn't sure if Criss heard him.
   Criss gave Wil a little squeeze as he playfully gnawed on his 
ear. Then slowly Criss raised his head and gazed down at Wil. 
Criss smiled and softly said, "I love you too, Wil." He then 
lowered his head and the two shared another kiss.
   After a couple of minutes, Criss broke off their passionate 
kiss, so he could shower Wil with butterfly kisses as he slowly 
crawled backwards. As Criss slid down, Wil ran his hands through 
Criss' thick silky hair, as he laid there, eyes closed, enjoying 
the feel of Criss kissing his body.
   However Wil's eyes flew open when he felt Criss run his tongue 
over his orbs. Wil picked up his head and watched Criss slowly 
lave him. Wil's heart began to race and his breathing shortened 
as feelings of ecstasy raced through him. Wil then gave out a 
loud gasp as Criss quickly moved his head and engulfed his little 
mousy member.
   Criss looked up and after cocking his head, he asked, "Shall I 
stop?"
   "Please don't stop. Oh definitely don't stop!" Wil cringed 
slightly as he realized how needy he had just sounded. 
   His feelings of embarrassment quickly faded as Criss replied, 
"As you wish my love."
   Criss enjoyed the subtle taste of Wil's rod as he ran his 
tongue over it, making sure he didn't miss a spot. After a few 
minutes Criss could no longer hold back his desire, so he sat up 
and straddled Wil's slim body.
   Criss trailed a hand down the center of Wil's body until he 
reached the mouse's very erect shaft. Criss then gently guided it 
to his own opening. Once the tip of Wil's hot maleness touched 
Criss' flesh, he lowered himself, taking in a breath of air as 
Wil's heated shaft penetrated him. Wil wiggled, Criss slid, and 
soon the contact between their slick, fever-hot bodies was 
complete.
   Wil looked down to see that his maleness was indeed fully 
sheathed by Criss' hot body, he then looked up and smiled. Criss 
returned the smile, then he closed his eyes as he began to slowly 
raise and lower himself.
   As Wil laid there he was mesmerized by Criss' magnificence. He 
was so strikingly handsome that he longed to reach out and touch 
every inch of his masculine frame. Wil managed to place one shaky 
hand on Criss' thigh. He could feel the strength of the muscles 
beneath the silken skin, as Criss continued to raise and fall.
   Criss wanted Wil to experience the same pleasure he had 
received just minutes before, so Criss slowly increased his 
rhythm as the desire to bring Wil to a volcanic release drove him 
on.
   Wil's light touch of Criss' leg begin to increase to a strong 
grip as flames of desire danced through his body. "Criss... Oh 
Criss," he whispered. As now both hands gently stroked Criss' 
thighs, as if he needed soothing.
   "It's okay Wil, just enjoy it," was Criss' only response.
   Wil's body had now taken some control, as it moved in rhythm 
with Criss'. Wil's mind floated in a pool of sensations, and was 
only dimly aware of his body's movements. Wil thrust himself up 
to meet Criss' body on his return trips. The impacts were more 
then he felt he could stand, but Wil kept on as bright colors 
exploded behind his closed eyelids.
   Though Wil had brought himself too many climaxes, he had never 
felt anything like this before. Some feelings familiar, some not, 
and some more intense then he could have ever imagined. He felt 
that something was boiling within him, and he gave himself up to 
it. He felt as if it was his blood that was boiling and the 
hotter it became the harder it was for him to breathe, almost to 
the point he felt faint. 
   Wil now strained for release, for the final peak, and when he 
believed he would never find it, the dam inside of him exploded. 
Sensations of fire and ice raced through his trembling body as he 
wildly thrust himself up deep into Criss. 
   Wil cried out as he reached up and pulled Criss down onto him. 
Criss however left just enough room for Wil's body to continue to 
thrust upwards as he finished pumping his mouse seed deep inside 
him.
   This moment made Wil feel new and alive, and even though this 
staggering, shattering, muscle convulsing, body-draining 
experience was more then he would have ever hoped for, he knew he 
wouldn't have had this experience with anyone but Criss, nor 
would he have wanted to.
   Only when Wil's body stopped moving did Criss complete sit 
down on him. Criss leaned forward and stroked the side of Wil's 
face as the young mouse's breathing slowed, and his eyes began to 
refocus. Wil reached over and pulled Criss' hand over so he could 
kiss the palm of it.
   Shortly after the two managed to change places, the music 
stopped and the lights came back up. As Wil laid on top of Criss 
he whispered, "Did you like the dance?"
   Criss chuckled and replied, "So much so, that words can hardly 
express."
   Later that evening as Criss parked his transport a few blocks 
from Wil's house, he turned to Wil and said, "When you first 
arrived at my house, I told you there was something in it that 
was missing. Well it wasn't really the house, it was me. The last 
four years of my life have been empty. I've looked for someone to 
love, but all I have found were hollow hopes. But now here with 
you, I'm hoping for something more. So what I'm trying to say is, 
would you ever consider someone like me to be your soul mate?"
   Wil's face revealed great glee upon hearing such news, but 
then he lowered his head and looked down at his feet. "I have 
something to confess to you. Though the thought of having you as 
my soul mate excites me to no end, you should know I'm not who 
you think I am."
   "I know love." Criss whispered. "You see, my company does a 
through background check on anyone with whom I might conduct 
business or personal matters with. Unfortunately, a person in my 
position cannot be too careful about such things. So I know that 
the only thing you're hiding is your correct age." Wil looked 
back to his feet. "Which is why I didn't just ask you to be my 
soul mate. I asked if you would consider it."
   Wil could feel his ears heat up as he was getting ready to 
reveal an embarrassing fact to Criss. "To be truthful, I have 
already considered it. During lunch I found myself staring at you 
and wishing we were already a couple."
   Criss gave out a sigh of relief, and said, "I am so happy to 
hear you say that." He then glanced around just before leaning in 
giving Wil a little kiss on the cheek. "Now then, Mister Wil C. 
Mouse, if you will do me the honor of wearing this Sterling 
sliver promise ring on your little finger, we can officially 
consider ourselves a couple."
   Wil wasted no time in holding out his left hand, so Criss 
could slip the little ring onto his finger. Now it was Wil's turn 
to see if anyone was watching, before he leaned over and kissed 
Criss.
   Wednesday, Wil received an invitation to compete in a dance 
tryout at the city's largest theater on Saturday. When he arrived 
at the theater, he found so many other dancers waiting for their 
chance to tryout, he felt he had no chance to succeed. But as he 
sat watching the tryouts, he was amazed at just how bad some of 
these dancers were. The director stopped the auditions when he 
finished with the last dancer whose name began with the letter 
"L".
   He then called out five names, and told them to wait up on 
stage. He then turned around and said. "If your last name starts 
with the letter "M through Z" please remain seated. All the rest 
of you go home and practice. Maybe next year you might make it." 
Once over half of the prospective dancers had left the director 
look at the remaining dancers and said, "I suggest you go home 
and practice as well. It will be your last chance before you come 
back here tomorrow and tryout. Swinging around and pointing to 
the dancers on stage he said, "and that goes double for you, 
remember you only made the first cut. There will be two more cuts 
tomorrow. Now all of you get out of my sight, I have a splitting 
headache."
   Wil was happy he had a chance to change his dance routine. The 
one he was going to use would have been too risque' and most 
likely would have gotten him thrown out personally by the 
director, and probably banned from ever going to that theater 
again. So that night he hastefully put together a more 
conservative routine.
   The next day Wil was feeling better about the tryouts. Wil 
knew they were about ready for him, so he headed for the stage 
stairs and waited. He had seen the director become impatient with 
a few other dancers who did not head for the stage until their 
names were called, and Wil did not want to get the director mad 
at him for any reason.
   Once on stage, he loaded his disc and pressed play. Just as he 
stood and prepared for the music to begin, he became nervous, 
when the only thought that crossed his mind was, 'This is it, 
your one and only chance to make it, and you're going to screw it 
up.' Wil realized that he had only a few seconds to try and stop 
the butterflies in his stomach from coming out his mouth. So he 
closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them, he 
imagined that the director was sitting there watching him, while 
holding up some credits.
   Once Wil heard the director yell cut, he stopped dancing and 
removed his disc from the player. The one thing that caught his 
attention was the fact that the player showed seventy seconds of 
the song had played. Wil had timed the other dancers and they 
were all cut off right at fifty seconds. As Wil made his way back 
to his seat, he received more then a few sour looks from the 
other dancers, and one even whispered the word "Bitch" as he 
walked by. He knew then that he had indeed received a few extra 
seconds on stage, and those dancers knew it as well.
   Wil was feeling good about the fact that the director had 
given him a few extra seconds, so he took a seat close to him. 
Once the last dancer finished, the director called out eleven 
names, five from the day before and six from this group. Wil 
waited patiently for his name to be called, but once the eleventh 
dancer was on stage the director turned to everyone else and 
said, "Thank you all for trying out. Maybe next year you will 
have better luck. Now get out of my theater."
   Wil was shocked that his name was not called, so much so that 
he could hardly stand, so on shaky legs, he started up the aisle. 
Head bowed and hands in his pockets, he slowly shuffled past the 
director. As he did, he heard the burly bear call his name, and 
he turned to look at him.
   Without pausing, the director questioned him. "How do you feel 
right now? Do you feel sick? Is your stomach tied in a knot? Do 
you hate me?" Wil fought back the tears that were forming in his 
eyes, as he managed to squeak out the word "Yes".
   The director took in a deep breath and simply said, "Why?"
   "Because I thought I was going to be picked."
   Firing back, the director spoke in a sarcastic tone. "Now why 
would I pick you? What is it about you that is so special?"
   Timidly Wil responded, "Because I'm a good dancer."
   "I didn't quite hear you. What was that?" The director 
badgering him to get his response.
   Wil wanted to run away and cry, but instead something snapped 
and he yelled out, "I'm a good dancer! No, wait. I'm better then 
good. I'm most likely the best dancer you have seen in quite some 
time. You were a fool not to pick me, and the only fur who is 
going to suffer from that mistake will be you."
   All the other dancers on stage gasped, as they could not 
believe that Wil had just yelled at the director, they 
watched in fear as the massive bear slowly stood up and turned to 
face him.
   Wil froze as he saw the large bear take several large steps 
towards him while tossing his clipboard up onto the stage in an 
obvious fit of rage. Wil really wanted to cry now, but he was so 
overcome with fear he could barely breath.
   Muzzle to muzzle, Wil looking up and the director looking 
down, Wil stared into the narrowed bloodshot eyes of what seemed 
to be even now a larger bear. As the director yelled, Wil could 
feel his hot breath ruffling his short fur. "You will never, and 
I mean never dance in this city, this state, or this country, 
unless I am your director, understand!" Wil barely managed to nod 
his head in response. "Good, now get your furry little rump up on 
that stage. I still have to decide who will be my new dancers."
   As Wil stood next to the rest of the dancers, still trembling 
from his encounter with the director, the large bear lumbered up 
onto the stage and began walking back and forth. "Can any fur 
here tell me why I was so hard on the mouse boy? Well can you?" 
After witnessing what had happened to Wil, no one wanted to 
speak.
   "I'll tell you why. There are four types of dancers, the ones 
who try to dance, but never will. The ones who practice, and 
learn to dance just a bit better then their friends. Next are the 
one's who have talent, work hard to improve, show up here, and if 
lucky get picked to serve under me." The big bear then walked 
over and stood in of Wil.
   "Then there are the chosen. These furs have a natural talent 
to dance. They don't even have to practice and they already can 
dance better then most of you here. But they all have one thing 
in common. They lack discipline, which makes them dangerous. So I 
must first let the chosen ones know who is in charge. And I like 
to scare them into knowing that I am their master. Any questions? 
No, good. This is your last chance to impress me. Six of you will 
not, the other six will soon wish you were one of the first six 
who did not make it. Now let us begin."
   The bear lined everyone up leaving one fur in the middle of 
the stage. He then put a disc in the player and said, "When the 
music starts, dance. When it ends, get out of the way so the next 
dancer can move in. By the way, there are twelve different songs 
on that disc, so no one knows what kind of music they will be 
dancing to. Good luck." And with that the director hit the play 
button.
   Each song was made up of three songs blended together. The 
first part had a easy beat to follow, the second part had a tempo 
that was a bit more challenging, and the third part of the song 
was almost impossible to dance too without having spent a lot of 
time practicing with it.
   When it was Wil's turn, the director put down his clipboard 
and made himself comfortable. Wil impressed everyone with the 
ease in which he moved to the first part of the song. It was if 
the music was the wind, and he was a leaf high up in a tree, 
swaying effortlessly in time with the music.
   When the second part of the song kicked in, it did so quite 
quickly, and Wil was right there with it, pushing his slender 
body to the max. Then the third part played in, stopping and 
starting, changing rhythms. It seemed all too much, but Wil 
didn't miss a single beat. His body jarred, and swayed. It 
stopped and started. He raised and lowered it, as if he had been 
dancing to this song for years.
   The small crowd's murmuring filled the theater, comments like, 
"I don't believe it. He is good. Look at him move. What grace and 
poise, and I wonder if he has a boyfriend?" filled the air. The 
large bear grinned, rubbed his hands together and whispered, "I 
knew it."
   Once the song ended Wil took a seat with the other dancers. 
The director stood and said, "When I call your name, please get 
up on stage." After the six names were called, he looked at the 
dancers and smiled. "You were all fantastic, please take a bow. 
Now your time on my stage is finished. Remember tryouts will be 
held again in one year. Now go home and keep practicing. You will 
find the exit off to your right."
   The bear turned and looked at the remaining dancers. "You have 
no more lives. You are mine. I will be your life, because you 
live only to serve and make me happy, and in return, you will be 
loved by all who come to see you. You must---". The sound of one 
of the theater doors opening cut short the directors little 
speech.
   Five figures entered the theater, the harsh light from outside 
that barged its way into the dimly lit theater along with the 
strangers made it impossible to see just who they were.
   The director held up one hand to shade his eyes in an attempt 
to see who the intruders were. "I'm sorry but the theater is 
closed. If you wish to purchase tickets to the upcoming 
performance, you may do so at the front ticket office. Now please 
leave."
   "I'm not worried about tickets, seeing that I am a season 
ticket holder, Mr. Brown. I just stopped by to see your new 
stock."
   Wil thought to himself, 'I know that voice,' just as the large 
bear yelled out. "Ahhh Mr. Gem, a pleasure to see you. Please do 
come in." The director looked at the dancers. Shaking his hands, 
as if to brush them away, he said, "Rush off home now, be back 
here Wednesday morning at 8. We will start rehearsals then."
   Wil was not worried about going home as much as going up to 
see Criss. As he made his way up the aisle, he noticed Criss 
signaling him to stop. So Wil took a seat and waited. Just as the 
director passed by.
   "Mr. Gem, again a pleasure to see you."
   "So Mr. Brown, how were your tryouts this year?"
   "Again, far to many who think they can dance, and far to few 
who can. But there is a bright spot. I made a discovery in this 
year's tryouts. He was hard to pick out, but with my keen eyes I 
spotted this diamond in the ruff and plucked him out. Of course a 
director of lesser quality would have no doubt missed him, but I 
know just what to look for. Which is why my dance troop is the 
best in the world."
   "I see." Criss softly replied. "So you must be very happy to 
have found him."
   "Yes, and I would be very pleased to introduce him to you." 
The director turned and singled Wil to come over and join them. 
"Here he is Mr. Gem, this is Wil Mouse, you will be seeing great 
things from this young fur. Of course that is after I am done 
teaching him."
   "Yes, I'm sure you're right. Well it is getting late and I 
must be off. Mr. Mouse would you care for a ride home or do you 
have your own transport?"
   Wil was a bit confused but he thought it best if he played 
along. "A ride home would be very much appreciated, sir."
   As Criss and his entourage walked out of the theater, the bear 
grabbed Wil. "Listen up. Mr. Gem donates lots of credits to this 
theater, so be very nice to him, and if he asks anything of you, 
you do it. We want to keep him very happy, because if he is 
happy, I'm happy, and in turn you will be happy. Understand?"
   Wil smiled and said, "I'll be sure to give him anything he 
wants."
   Once in the limo, Criss turned to Wil. "I'm sorry I had to 
pretend not to know you, but if Mr. Brown knew that we already 
knew each other, there would be a good chance that he would have 
treated you differently. At least now when I talk to you with him 
around, he'll think nothing of it."
   Wil paused for a bit before asking. "So you had nothing to do 
with me getting into this dance troop?"
   Criss glanced down, then back up. "I had nothing to do with 
it, other then making sure your name was on the mailing list. I 
may have a lot of influence in this city, but there is no way I 
could make the director like the way you dance. That you did all 
on your own. But of course I knew you would make it, you just 
needed to get in the door."
   "Thank you," was all Wil said, just before he rolled over to 
give Criss a warm hug.
   Wil found out that there was more to dancing for the public 
then just wiggling your hips, at least that was what Mr. Brown 
kept saying. And with some encouragement from his family and 
especially Criss, Wil set a goal to be the best dancer this or 
any other city had ever seen.
   To Mr. Brown's delight, ticket sales rose over the next two 
years, as word of mouth spread about the new mouse dancer, and 
during that time Criss never missed a single performance.
   So if you ever attend the theater, look for the premier dancer 
with the brilliant white fur, who dances as if he was born of 
music, and a very proud looking Ferani sitting in the VIP box, 
you will have then found Wil and Criss.



***End***



[Disclaimer.. Though some characters drawn by Frank Gembeck inspired 
this story, it is not an accurate accounting of what Frank intended his 
characters would do. Also a bit of artistic license was taken in the 
description of one or more of the characters in this story.]


Please feel free to drop me a line, letting me know
what you thought of my little story. Thank you.
'stories_by_david@yahoo.com'
Special thanks going to: David Wheeler for his input 
and assistance, and to Frank Gembeck, who had no idea I 
was going to use his characters or their names, until after 
I had finished the story. Thanks again Frank 
for letting me keep the names in my story.
The story of Wil's Dance (c) David Germain 08.01. 2000
Criss, Ferani, Lanthris, and Wil (c) Frank Gembeck
All other characters (c) David Germain
David Germain (c) Hoss
Hoss (c) his player DOB
If you would like to see Frank's artwork for yourself 
or if you have any questions or inquiries about the 
story. Please contact me at 'stories_by_david@yahoo.com' 
NOTE: Flamers will be laughed at, then ignored.
Now for more legalese.
   This story produced, stored and printed either 
electronically, on paper or both in the United States of 
America. All rights reserved. No part of this 
publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval 
system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, 
electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or 
otherwise, without the prior written permission of the 
writer. (That's me.) If permission is given to copy this 
story, it is solely for the private reading of said 
requester, and may not be sold, or be used to gain 
profit in any form.
   This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise 
stated, all characters in this story are fictional, 
names for characters were drawn at random or made up, 
as well as their fictional jobs. Any likeness to person's 
real or imagined, living or dead is purely coincidental. 
End of legal stuff, for now.