Warning, this story deals with homosexual relationships. If you are underage, 
homophobic, or just really conservative, this story isn't for you, and I will 
not answer emails that simply repeat what I have just said. The characters are 
all co Garth Forster 2000, and are not based on other furs that I know of in 
real life. I am Razor, and so he is based on my experiences (well, except for 
the money and parents), but Jordan is completely fictional. If there is an 
eighteen-year oldish grey furred wolf out there that goes by the name Jordan 
(gods, please won't you do this one little thing for me!), I apologise if you 
don't like your fictional counterpart, but I still won't feel obliged to change 
the story. Feel free to share this story with your friends, so long as it 
remains unaltered and is transmitted in its entirety. The Soul Lovers story 
takes place in the FurryMUCK universe as will any of the stories I write as 
follow-ups to this series.

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        Soul Lovers: part 3 (Completed on the 31st July 2000)
	-by Razor

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	'Look Jordan, I know you aren't happy about this, but we have to go. You 
can't just keep wearing my clothes, and I'm sure there's some stuff you want to 
get from home. Come on, we can use your dog-tags to program my telecrystal.' 
Razor continued to dry his headfur, sitting patiently on the bed. A grey tail 
drooped out from under the bed.
	'No, I'm not coming out. I can't do it Raz. Isn't it enough that my 
parents hate me! Now I've got to go back to confirm it!? No!'
	'Oh come on Jordy. You were fine with it this morning. Look, they aren't 
going to say anything while I'm there. We can just breeze in and pick up all 
your stuff. I know you love them, but maybe they just need some time to sort 
things out for themselves.' He lay down on the bed, hanging his head over the 
edge so he could look at Jordan. The wolf crawled further under the bed. 
'Anyway, if you don't go get your stuff, they're just going to throw it all out. 
Do you really want to lose all those nice plushies?' Jordan collected plushies 
like Raz collected yiffy art (and maybe for the same reason). Jordan just curled 
up into a little ball. Razor made up his mind to do something that might be a 
bit dangerous. Lowering himself onto the floor, he reached out under the bed, 
and grabbed onto Jordan's tail. Pulling as hard as he could, he managed to drag 
the wolf out. He let go quickly as Jordan tried to snap at him. The wolf's teeth 
narrowly missed his paw.
	'Hey that hurt!!! Ah...', Jordan snarled at him, stopping when he realised 
what he had done. 'Oh gods Raz I'm sorry. It was just an automatic reaction.' 
Razor looked at his paw, checking that it was still intact.
	'That's okay Jordy. I'm sorry too, but we have to go. You do understand 
that, don't you?' Jordan sighed, looking at his paws.
	'Yeah, I guess. All right, let's get it over with.'
	'Give me your tags.' Jordan handed over the tags. Ever fur in Furry had a 
set of tags, or at least, the ones that had homes did. The tags simply told the 
matrix where your home was. Razor walked through to living room, and pushed on a 
panel that opened the telepod room, the center of which was dominated by a 
massive crystal. Telecrystals weren't strictly endorsed by the matrix guardians, 
which was why it was built into a secret room. The fur that had sold him the 
apartment hadn't even known about it. Razor had discovered the panel later, and 
considered it a bonus. At the moment it showed a picture of the park. Razor held 
the tags up to the crystal, allowing its light to fall on their metallic 
surface. The picture shimmered, and changed to a view of Jordan's front yard. 
Razor heard Jordan gasp as he stepped through the doorway.
	'Wow Razor. I knew you had a telecrystal, but I had no idea... I mean, 
it's like the ones that they have in the Jump Room.'
	'Come here Jordy. Hold on to my paw.' Jordan did as he was told. Razor 
handed the tags back to him, and picked up a small faceted crystal that stood on 
a pedestal nearby. He stretch out his arm, and touched the main crystal. A 
bright flash surrounded the two furs, and a sudden rush of wind ruffled their 
fur. They found themselves standing in front of Jordan's house. Razor glanced at 
the wolf.
	'You ready for this, Jordy?' Jordan took a deep breath. 
	'Yeah, I'm ready. Lets go.' They walked up to the door, and Razor knocked 
three times, in the way he usually did. The door was opened by a short brown-
furred wolf, Jordan's mother.
	'Jordan! I was worried when you didn't come home last night. Oh, hello 
Razor.'
	'Hello Mrs. Luna.' Jordan's surname was fairly appropriate for a wolf.
	'Come in boys. Jordan, your father is in the lounge. Won't you go talk to 
him, please?' Jordan's mother's voice took on a pleading tone. Jordan looked 
sadly at his paws.
	'I'm sorry mom. I just came to get my things.'
	'No Jordan! You mustn't listen to what your father said. I know he didn't 
mean it. He was just angry about...' She glanced nervously at Razor, not knowing 
how much Jordan had told him. Razor smiled carefully at her.
	'He told me everything Mrs. Luna.' She glanced nervously at Jordan, and he 
nodded, before padding off in the direction of his room.
	'Oh Razor, he was always such a good boy. What happened to him?'
	'He still is, Mrs. Luna. He told me what his dad did. Is he serious?'
	'I'm not sure Razor. He's very angry right now. He won't even talk to me. 
It's not easy, I keep wondering what I did wrong.'
	'Jordan didn't choose this, Mrs. L. I mean, I've been friends with Jordan 
for a long time, and we've always told each other everything. But this... this 
he didn't know how I'd react to. I'm glad he finally told me though.'
	'You are?'
	'Yeah, I am. I don't care about whether being gay is right or not. If 
Jordan can admit it to others, it means he can admit it to himself, and that's 
most important. Now at least he's found himself. I know how hard it is when you 
don't know what you are.'
	'Oh Razor, I'm so glad that Jordan has friends like you. Maybe you can 
help him, get him back to normal.'  Razor sighed quietly to himself, realising 
that he wasn't getting anywhere. 
	'I'll try Mrs. L, but I'm not making any promises. If this is what Jordan 
wants, then I wont try to force him to be something he's not. I... I had better 
go help him pack.' Razor turned to go, but she put a paw on his shoulder.
	'Oh Razor, I don't want him to go, but his father... Where will he go?'
	'He's moving in with me. I've got a big apartment, and the company will be 
nice.' 
	'Thank you Razor. I just wouldn't feel right if he had to stay with one 
of... his kind.'
	'I'm going to help him pack now, Mrs. L.'
Razor walked out before she could say anything more. He was feeling a bit angry 
that he couldn't get through to her, but deep down he was expecting this 
reaction. For once in his life, he was thankful that he didn't have parents. He 
reached the door to Jordan's room, opening it slowly and closing it behind him. 
The wolf was busy stuffing clothes into a backpack, throwing things that he 
didn't want into the trash. Raz could see the tear marks on his muzzle. He dug 
into his pocket, and fished out a small silver disc. Laying it on the bed, he 
pushed the button in its center. Jordan watched curiously as he did this. It 
buzzed slightly, and then started to vibrate slightly. The air above it 
shimmered, and then expanded into a glowing portal.
	'There you go Jordy. It'll save you some time. Just throw anything you 
want to keep into the portal. It'll be dumped into the lounge of my apartment. 
Don't throw anything fragile though.' Jordan looked uncertainly at the glowing 
circle. He lifted the backpack, and pushed it into the light. There was a slight 
sucking sound, and the bag disappeared. A number of plushies flew towards the 
portal, as the wolf started clearing his shelves. Razor stood back, letting the 
wolf deal with his frustrations on his own. Jordan finally came to a number of 
photos. Some were of him and Raz, while others where family pictures. He knocked 
the family pictures over, smashing their glass frames and dumping them into the 
bin. The other pictures he removed from their frames, folding them up and 
putting them into his pocket. The room was now looking very bare, and Jordan 
turned to Razor, nodding that he could turn off the portal. Razor flicked the 
disk off, putting it back into his pocket. Jordan opened the door, taking one 
final look at his room before leaving. Razor put a comforting arm around his 
friend.
They walked together to the door, and were surprised to find Jordan's father 
waiting for them. He frowned at Jordan, nodding only slightly to Razor.
	'So you're leaving?' His tone was cold and unfriendly.
	'Yes...' Jordan sounded like he was about to burst into tears. His father 
stared coldly at him, and Razor took his friend by the arm and tried to lead him 
out the door. Jordan's father stopped him.
	'Take this with you. It was going to be your birthday present.' He handed 
a new laptop to Jordan. 'Maybe it'll be of some use.' Jordan took the laptop 
silently, staring at it's black curves.
	'Thank you.' He murmured quietly, turning to go.
	'I'm sorry son. It has to be like this.' His voice was still cold, and it 
made him sound very insincere. Razor suddenly lost his temper.
	'NO IT DOESN'T!!! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO YOUR OWN SON!!??'
Jordan's father just stared at the furious otter. Razor had to restrain himself, 
flexing his claws. The thought that he could gut this wolf the same way he 
gutted a fish flashed through his mind. Jordan just tugged on his arm, 
emphasizing his wish to get away. Razor stormed a few paces from the house, 
Jordan hurrying to keep up. Pulling the faceted crystal from his pocket, he 
rubbed it along one surface. The flash and rush surrounded him again.

They were back in his apartment. Razor calmed down, trying to understand why he 
had gotten so angry. Jordan put a paw on his shoulder.
	'Its okay Raz. Thank you for standing up for me, but its okay.'
	'Oh Jordan, you don't deserve this. You deserve a loving, caring and warm 
place to come home to.'
	'But I do have that. Don't you get it Raz. You're all that and more.' 
Jordan hugged Razor, pulling him close. He hugged the wolf back, ruffling his 
headfur and kissing his muzzle. He let go, and walked through to the lounge.
	'GOOD GODS!!! How much did you have in that room?' Plushies littered the 
lounge from one end to the other, interspersed by various other items. Jordan 
wandered through, picking up a little otter plushie and hugging it tight.
	'We can put all the rest in storage. I only want this one right now.'
Throwing all the plushies into the portal room, Jordan and Razor picked up the 
rest of his belongings and took them through to the bedroom. Razor suddenly had 
a thought he hadn't considered before. He only had one bed.
	'Um... Jordan... You are okay with sleeping together, right?' Jordan 
grinned impishly, putting an arm around Raz.
	'Now what do you think, hmm?'

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Oh damn, I've run out of ideas for the SL series. Please help me!
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