Friendlys New Friend - by Foxfan1992 -- (Author) Foxfan1992

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: May 28, 2014 at 9:34 AM
Content: I've posted this story to many furry websites including FA, Weasyl and SoFurry and now I'm posting it here for you all to enjoy. It's the story of how my fursona meets his best friend, a young raccoon named Timothy. I would like some general feedback and I'll post more chapters as I go along.

Chapter One - Timothy

One day, a young fox cub rode his bike down the street. His parents didn't mind him going out on his own, just as long as he was back before suppertime. There were a few places he wasn't allowed to go... such as the building site up at the top of the road. He could go as far as the park in one direction, and as far as the railway line in the other direction, but no further. Friendly made sure he looked both ways as he got off his bike, and crossed the road. Now, he was nine and a half years old, he'd be ten in September. It was just three years ago that he had moved to this town with his parents. He had no siblings, and nobody at school wanted to be his friend. Friendly couldn't understand it, but then... maybe he didn't want to understand it. One thing he did notice though was how good he was with younger cubs. He always played gently, and if a young cub was unhappy, Friendly always did everything he could to make them happy. You see, Friendly wanted only one thing in the entire world - a little brother.

Friendly locked his bike to the railings outside the park, and went inside. He closed the gate behind him and looked all around. There were children everywhere. Some were on the swings... some on the slide... there was a see-saw with two cubs bouncing up and down and giggling at each other. Friendly smiled as he watched them all playing with each other. There was a squirrel on the climbing frame, a raccoon and a wolf riding all around the grass on their bikes, and another wolf and a cheetah were playing on the basketball court. Just then, Friendly noticed something. There was another raccoon with a smaller bike, in the mud. Friendly watched the raccoon cub. He was turning his pedals, but his bike wasn't moving. The back wheel of the raccoon's bike was just spinning helplessly, seemingly unable to get any traction in the mud. Friendly stood up and walked down towards him.
As Friendly made his way towards the raccoon who was stuck in the mud, the sound of laughing, giggling and jeering reached his ears.
"Haha! Training-wheels is stuck in the mud again!"
Friendly looked at the raccoon cub. He was sniffling as he just kept turning his pedals, trying to ride his bike. The raccoon's bike had a pair of training wheels, which kept him balanced, but did nothing to help him get out of the mud. Friendly felt sorry for him.
"Training wheels are for babies!" laughed one of the other kids.
Friendly ignored them and stood next to the raccoon cub.
"Would you like some help?" asked Friendly.
The raccoon looked up nervously at the fox, he looked quite frightened.
"It's okay, I'm not gonna laugh at you" said Friendly, "Do you want me to push you out?"
"Yes... yes please" squeaked the raccoon, nervously.
Friendly smiled warmly at the raccoon and stood behind his bike. He put both of his paws on the seat and gave the bike a push - enough to push it clear of the mud.
"Try now" said Friendly, as he stopped pushing on the bike's seat.
The raccoon turned his pedals and he smiled happily as his bike moved by itself.
"Thank you!" squeaked the raccoon, happily.
Friendly smiled and sat on the nearby park bench. All of the kids who had laughed at the raccoon had disappeared. Friendly sighed, and looked all around. Maybe he could talk to the wolf and cheetah who were playing basketball, they looked like they were around his age; or maybe he could find the other raccoon and wolf who were riding their bikes. He looked all around, but they were all gone. The fox sighed and closed his eyes, maybe he'd have to come back later.

Just then, Friendly felt someone sit on the bench with him. He opened his eyes, and there was the chubby little raccoon he'd helped out of the mud - sitting next to him!
"Hi" said the raccoon.
"Oh, hello" said Friendly, smiling at his visitor.
"Thanks for helping me"
"You're welcome. My name's Friendly" said the fox.
"Friendly?" repeated the raccoon.
"Yeah, it's what everyone calls me"
"My name's Timothy"
Friendly looked at Timothy. He had white ears; he had thick, brown headfur; he was wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of orange swimming trunks with white and blue flames on them; and he had amber eyes.
"How old are you?" asked Timothy
"Me? Oh... I'm nine-and-a-half" said Friendly
"I'm gonna be six, soon!" said Timothy, wrapping his gold-and-brown-ringed tail around the fox.
Friendly was a little surprised at how trusting the little raccoon was, but he didn't say anything.
"So, when's your birthday?" asked the fox.
"My birthday's in September" said Timothy
"Mine is too!" said Friendly
"Really? Wow!" said Timothy
Friendly grinned at the raccoon.
"Are you here with your parents?" asked the fox.
"I'm here with my mom. My dad's a bus driver"
"Oh, okay" said Friendly, "Do you want to introduce me to her?"
"Okay!" said Timothy, pushing himself off the bench and sitting on his little red bike. He turned his pedals and rode along the path, his training wheels making a sort of rattling noise on the tarmac. Friendly grinned as he watched his new friend riding along the path gleefully.
"Wait for me!" chuckled Friendly, jogging along to keep up with Timothy.
"Sorry, I just got excited. I've never had a friend meet my mom before" said Timothy.

Soon, the fox and the little raccoon arrived by a big horse-chestnut tree.
"Mom! Mom! I've made a new friend!" squeaked Timothy excitedly, leaving his bike on the grass and running as fast as he could to where a female raccoon was sitting on a large red-and-white checkered picnic cloth with another, much younger raccoon. Friendly looked at Timothy's forgotten bike and pushed it through the grass, so it sat by the tree-trunk.
"Is that your little brother?" asked Friendly
"No, that's my little cousin Justin" said Timothy, "This is my mom!"
"Hi" said Friendly, sitting on the edge of the picnic cloth.
"I saw you helped Timothy out there" said Timothy's mom, smiling at the fox. "I'm glad that he's made a friend, everyone in his class makes fun of him"
"But why?" asked Friendly, "Everyone kept laughing at him when he got stuck, everyone except me"
"I know, I can't understand it" said Timothy's mom, "My name's Sally, and this is Timothy's lil' cousin Justin"
Justin giggled and tried to grab the fox's tail as it swished back and forth.
"Come here, you little scamp" chuckled Sally, picking Justin up and bouncing him on her knee.
Suddenly, Friendly noticed his parents walking along the path.
"I guess I've got to go home" said Friendly, standing up.
"Can't you stay? We're gonna have some food!" said Timothy
"I'll ask, but I don't know" said Friendly, walking over to the path.
"Oh, hey Friendly" said his dad, "Hi Sally"
"Hi Mr. Brush" said Sally
"Mr. Brush?" repeated Friendly, a little confused, "Do you know each other?"
"Yes, your dad owns the restaurant I work at" said Sally
"Oh!" said Friendly, smiling.
"Your son helped Timothy when his bike got stuck" said Sally, "I think they'd be great friends"
"Yeah! We can do all sorts of stuff together!" said Timothy, grinning happily as Friendly sat down next to him.
"Can we join you?" asked Friendly's mom.
"Of course! There's enough food to go around" said Sally, gesturing for all of them to sit down and eat.

"Mmmmm, you're such a great cook Sally" said Friendly's dad, licking his lips as he devoured a chicken drumstick.
"We're so glad we took you on as a chef" said Friendly's mom, "Business has gone up since we hired you, word's getting around"
"Thank you" said Sally, smiling
"Dad, can Timothy have a sleepover?" asked Friendly
"Is it okay with you, Sally?" asked Friendly's dad.
"Sure" said Sally, though she leaned over and whispered into his ear.
"Oh... I see" said Friendly's dad.
"What's wrong?" asked Friendly, inquisitively.
"Um... well... I sometimes... well more than sometimes... wet my bed" said Timothy, blushing a little
"Oh..." said Friendly
"But it's okay, just so long as I wear one of my Pull-ups" said Timothy
"Okay" said Friendly, "Is that like a diaper?"
"Well... yeah" said Timothy
"It's okay, I don't mind" said Friendly, "Please dad"
"Alright" said Friendly's dad
"Thanks dad!" said Friendly, hugging him tightly.
"I'll bring Timothy over after supper" said Sally, "I'll make sure he's got everything he needs"
"Okay, well we'd better be going" said Friendly's mom.
"See you tonight, Timothy!" called Friendly, waving to his new friend.
"Bye Friendly!" said Timothy, waving back to the fox.

-- End of Chp. 1 --

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: May 30, 2014 at 5:18 AM
Content: Here's the next chapter.

That evening after supper, Friendly sat outside on the porch and waited for his new friend to come. He paced to the end of the driveway and looked both ways, but he couldn't see anybody coming. He went back to the porch and sat down, resting his head on his paws.
"What if he isn't coming?" Friendly thought, "No... he's got to come. He seemed so excited..."
Just then, Friendly heard a familiar noise... the sound of a bike with training wheels trundling up the sidewalk.
"Timothy!" yapped Friendly, jumping to his feet and running over to the driveway, almost tripping up on his untied shoelace.
"Hi Friendly!" squeaked Timothy, as he rolled onto the driveway with his bike.
As Friendly and Timothy greeted each other, Sally went over to Friendly's dad and talked to him.
"Timothy's already got his pull-up on under his shorts, and he's got some more in this bag if he wets the bed" said Sally.
"Okay, thanks Sally" said Friendly's dad, "We'll make sure he feels comfortable"
"Oh, I don't think there'll be any need for that. He seems more comfortable with your son than he does with us" chuckled Sally, grinning as she watched Timothy and Friendly playing together. Friendly was pretending he was a war-plane, and he chased Timothy inside.
"Achtung! Achtung! I see a little raccoon in our airspace!" said Friendly, imitating a german accent and making plane noises.
"Aaaaah!" cried Timothy, in mock terror as he ran towards the front door.
"Boys will be boys" chuckled Friendly's mom, "Don't worry about Timothy, you know our phone number, so feel free to call if you want to check up on him"
"Thanks, see you later" said Sally
"Bye mom!" called Timothy, waving from the front door.
"Goodbye Timothy" smiled Sally, as she began to walk back home.

"Now what are we gonna do?" asked Timothy
"I'm gonna go and get some ice cream from the store, you two can play in the back garden for a bit if you'd like" said Friendly's dad, "I'll bring your bike around through the gate, Timothy"
"Okay, thank you!" squeaked Timothy, as he and Friendly made their way to the patio door of the house and looked outside.
"Wow! You've got a big backyard Friendly!" said Timothy
"Yeah, I do... but I've never had anyone to share it with" sighed Friendly
"Let's go on the swings!" squeaked Timothy, running over to the swing-set and selecting the middle swing. Friendly sat down on the other swing and began to rise up and down, swinging high and swinging low, going to-and-fro. Timothy watched as Friendly went higher and higher, and he tried to do the same, but he couldn't quite get the movement right, and he didn't swing much at all.
"Friendly, can you push me?" asked Timothy, looking a little sad that he couldn't do it himself.
"Awww, okay" said Friendly, using his feet to come to a stop and walking around behind Timothy. He then pulled the swing back as hard as he could, and let go, before reaching out with his paws and pushing Timothy higher and higher.
"Heehee, wheeeeeee!" cried Timothy, as Friendly pushed him on the swing.
"Timothy, here's your bike. I'll be back with the ice cream soon" said Friendly's dad, as he pushed Timothy's bike along the concrete path and left it by the patio door.
"See you later dad" said Friendly, as he pushed Timothy's swing again with all his might. Friendly's dad chuckled and smiled at the two boys, before giving them a brief wave and leaving through the garden gate.

Soon, Friendly was tired out from pushing Timothy so much, that he had to lay down on the grass and regain his breath. Timothy giggled and lay down beside him, looking up at the clouds.
"Ooooh, look, that one looks like a train!" squeaked Timothy, pointing to a particular cloud to the right.
"Look Timothy, that one looks like an apple pie!" chuckled Friendly, pointing to the small puffy cloud to the left.
"Yum! I love apple pie" said Timothy
"Alright... shall we ride our bikes around the garden now?" asked Friendly
"Yeah!" squeaked Timothy, rolling over and jumping to his feet before running as fast as he could to fetch his beloved little red bike. Friendly grinned and fetched his own big blue bike.
So, Friendly and Timothy met on the grass by the wooden table and sat on their bikes. Friendly had one foot on the ground to help him balance, but Timothy could put both of his feet on his pedals because his training wheels kept him balanced.
"Ready, steady... go!" said Friendly, pushing off with his foot and riding off. Timothy tried to follow him, but his training wheels didn't like the grass and his back wheel just spun helplessly, unable to touch the ground.
"Friendly, wait!" cried Timothy, trying harder to ride with his friend, but not gaining any ground. Friendly looked back and saw that Timothy was having trouble with his bike.
"Oh dear... I didn't think your training wheels would make you get stuck in the grass too" said Friendly, "Hold on a minute"
Friendly put his bike down and went into the garage, soon he returned with a bungy cord.
"Now I can pull you along too!" chuckled Friendly, fixing one hook onto the middle handlebar of Timothy's bike and the other hook to his bike's seatpost.
"Ready Timothy?" asked Friendly
"Ready!" cried Timothy, turning his pedals as hard as he could, but just making his back wheel free-spin.
Friendly smiled and turned his pedals, pulling Timothy along the grass.
"Wheee!" cried Timothy, turning his pedals to try and lighten the load slightly.
"Boys, ice cream!" called Friendly's mom
"Friendly, stop!" cried Timothy, turning his pedals backwards to try and stop, but his back wheel wouldn't get a sufficient grip to make much difference.
"Hold on Timothy, I'm gonna keep going around until we're by the patio door" said Friendly
"But I wanna get off now!" cried Timothy, still trying to brake by turning his pedals backwards, but he just kept rolling along behind Friendly's bike.
"It's okay Timothy, here we are" said Friendly, slowly bringing his bike to a stop by the wooden table. Timothy's bike stopped too, and the back wheel of his bike just kept free-spinning as its' rider kept turning his pedals backwards.
"Come on Timothy, let's get our ice cream" said Friendly, helping Timothy off his bike.
"Yay! Ice cream!" squeaked Timothy excitedly
"What flavour would you like?" asked Friendly's dad, "I got Neopolitan ice cream, there's strawberry, vanilla and chocolate"
"All of them please!" exclaimed Timothy, grinning and licking his lips in anticipation.
"Just strawberry and vanilla for me please dad" said Friendly, smiling at his friend
"Don't you like chocolate?" asked Timothy
"Not really... I prefer strawberry and vanilla" said Friendly

That night around nine o'clock, Friendly and Timothy got ready for bed. Both of them were tired out after an exciting evening of playing together in the back garden. Friendly had even briefly shown Timothy his big train set in the loft.
"But... I wanna play with the train set some more!" cried Timothy
"Tomorrow, Timothy" chuckled Friendly's dad, "It's time you were going to sleep now"
"Okay" Timothy sighed sadly, as he struggled to take his blue t-shirt off.
"Want some help, Timothy?" asked Friendly's dad, helping Timothy free of his shirt before he got himself tangled up in it.
"Thank you" said Timothy.
"Do you want some help with your shorts too?" asked Friendly's dad.
"Yes please" said Timothy
"Okay then" said Friendly's dad, helping Timothy to take his shorts off and checking that the raccoon's training pants were dry.
"Alright, time to get your teeth brushed, and it'll be a good idea to try to use the bathroom before you go to bed Timothy" said the elder fox, closing the door as he left the room.
After they had both used the bathroom and cleaned their teeth, Friendly changed into his pyjama bottoms. The fox smiled as Timothy stood by his bed, wearing only his training pants.
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As Timothy put his t-shirt on the floor, he suddenly saw a spider creeping out from a large crack in the floor molding.
"Aaaaaaaah!" squealed Timothy, jumping with fright and clambering up onto the stool, looking down at the eight-legged creature on the floor with his amber eyes wide with terror.
"It's just a little spider, Timothy" chuckled Friendly, reaching for a jam jar and trapping the spider underneath it. The spider wiggled its' legs on the side of the jar, trying to get out, but Friendly used the lid to scoop it up and turned the jar over, screwing the lid on tightly.
"Now then... little spider, why did you frighten Timothy like that? He needs friends, not enemies, you need to learn some manners!" barked the fox, winking at his little raccoon friend, who was still laying on the stool.
Timothy saw that there was no danger anymore - the spider was trapped. He carefully came down and began to tell the spider off with Friendly.
"Yeah! I might only be a little raccoon, but I'm not scared of spiders in jars. You need to learn some manners, Mr. Spider!" giggled Timothy.
Friendly chuckled and picked the jar up, carrying it into the kitchen.
"I'll be right back, Timothy" said Friendly
"Okay" said Timothy, waddling over to the bed and clambering into it, snuggling down under the duvet and smiling a little, waiting for Friendly to return.
It wasn't long before Friendly returned.
"Is it gone?" asked Timothy, anxiously.
"Don't worry, it's gone Timothy" smiled Friendly, as he turned off the light and plugged in an old night-light he used to use when he was younger, to make Timothy feel a little more comfortable.
"Thank you Friendly" said the little raccoon, snuggling up to his fox friend and trilling contently in his raccoon way.
"Goodnight Timothy" smiled Friendly, giving his friend a little hug.
"Goodnight Friendly" squeaked Timothy, and immediately began to snore quietly.

-- End of Chp. 2 --

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: May 30, 2014 at 6:07 AM
Content: Ooops, my mistake. It should be fixed now

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: May 30, 2014 at 6:57 AM
Content: They mostly make dog-like noises (bark, yip, yap, howl), and they can make sort of chattering noise too.

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: May 31, 2014 at 8:41 PM
Content: Alright here's Chapter three. Chapter Four and Five will follow in due course, both have cute pictures too

The next morning, Timothy stirred and slowly opened his eyes. Something felt strange though. His training pants felt like they were soaked. As he turned over, he suddenly realized what had happened.
"Oh no!" he squeaked with dismay. "Friendly!"
"Huh? What's the matter Timothy?" groaned Friendly, wiping sleep from his eyes.
Timothy couldn't speak, he could only sniffle as he felt his soaked trainers rubbing against his fur.
Friendly pulled the duvet aside, and he sighed deeply. Timothy's Pull-ups had leaked and soaked through the bedsheets.
"Oh dear" he said.
"I'm sorry Friendly" blubbered Timothy, as the tears flowed down his furry cheeks.
Friendly sighed again, he'd have to get his mom to change the bedsheets and duvet now. However, as the fox saw just how upset Timothy was, he couldn't be cross with him.
"Poor Timothy" sympathized the fox, rubbing the chubby little raccoon's back and letting him sob into his arm. "It's okay Timothy, it's okay"
"Now I'll never have anymore sleepovers!" cried Timothy, sobbing harder into the fox's fur.
"Hey, come on Timothy. I won't tell anyone. You're my best friend, and you can sleep with me whenever you want"
"But... but what if...!" cried the raccoon.
"It's alright Timothy" said Friendly, hugging the little raccoon tightly. "Don't cry"
Timothy rolled onto his side and hugged his fox friend tightly, sobbing into his fur. Friendly embraced his friend and gently rubbed his back to comfort him.
Soon, Timothy had stopped crying and the fox smiled at him.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up"
"Thank you Friendly" said Timothy, giving his friend a little smile.
Friendly got dressed in his dark blue jersey and his black sweat-pants, and put a grey hoodie on over his shirt.
"Come on Timothy" said Friendly, putting a paw on the raccoon's shoulder and taking him into the bathroom.
"Thank you Friendly" said Timothy, waddling alongside the fox due to his wet training pants.
Friendly took Timothy into the bathroom and helped him into the tub. He then pulled Timothy's shorts down, revealing his soaked undergarment.
"I think I'm gonna have to get mom to help" said the fox. "Wait here Timothy, I'll go get her. She'll get you all cleaned up before breakfast"
"Thanks Friendly" said the raccoon, blushing deeply as he looked in the mirror at himself.
Friendly left the bathroom and rushed downstairs.

Later, after Friendly's mom had given Timothy a shower and put his shorts in the washing machine, Friendly helped his friend into his blue t-shirt.
"Don't you have any underwear?" asked Friendly, anxiously.
"I don't wear big-boy underwear, I just wear my shorts" said Timothy.
"Here, let's put you in one of your training pants" said Friendly, taking one of Timothy's spare Pull-ups and helping Timothy put it on. Friendly smiled as he looked at his friend.
"Heehee, you look cute like that, Timothy"
"Really?" blushed Timothy, grinning sheepishly as he looked down at the picture of Lightning McQueen on the front of his trainers.
"Really" said Friendly, putting his paw on Timothy's shoulder. Suddenly, Timothy's tummy growled.
"Someone's getting hungry" chuckled Friendly, "Come on, let's go have breakfast"
"Okay!" squeaked Timothy, excitedly.
Rushing downstairs for breakfast together, Timothy and Friendly couldn't help but lick their lips as they smelled freshly cooked bacon, eggs, sausages and hashbrowns being served by Friendly's dad.
"You're just in time for breakfast" he chuckled, as the fox and the raccoon sat next to each other at the breakfast table.
"I've put your shorts in the dryer now, Timothy. They should be ready before long" said Friendly's mom, smiling as she glanced at Timothy's pull-up before walking over to Friendly's dad.
Friendly also couldn't help glancing at Timothy's pull-up time and again as the chubby little raccoon ate his fill greedily. It looked so cute, in a way he couldn't quite understand.
Soon, Timothy had finished everything on his plate. He'd even taken a slice of bread and wiped the sauce and egg-yolk off his plate.
"I do admire someone with a good appetite" said Friendly's mom, taking Timothy's plate away for him and putting it in the sink. "Are you done yet Friendly?"
Friendly was having a fight with his fried egg... he was trying to cut it with his fork, but it wasn't quite working.
"Use your knife, Friendly" said Friendly's dad.
Friendly reluctantly picked up the knife and tore away at his fried egg, before using his fork to pick up three bits at once and shoved it into his mouth.
Timothy couldn't help giggling as he looked at the indignant look on Friendly's face.

After breakfast, Friendly took Timothy up into the attic, where a large train set was set up all around it in a giant circle on baseboards.
"Wow!" squeaked Timothy, as he watched the trains going all over the place. Freight trains slowly winding around the curves, High-Speed passenger trains rushing everywhere.
"Look, even the crossing lights work!" said Friendly, pointing out the flashing red lights on the level crossings.
"This is wonderful! But... it doesn't look... um... normal" said Timothy.
"How do you mean?" inquired Friendly.
"Well... I don't see any trains that you see around here" said Timothy.
"Yeah, these are British trains. I love how they look and run though, especially that Pendolino of mine" said the fox, pointing out the long red, silver and white train that rushed all over the layout, tilting on the bends.
"...but I like it. I really do, I wish I had something like this" sighed Timothy, sitting next to Friendly and watching the trains go by.
Friendly chuckled and glanced at Timothy's training pants as the raccoon sat next to him.
Just then, Friendly's mom came upstairs.
"Here's your shorts Timothy, do you want me to help you into them?" asked Friendly's mom.
"I'll help him, mom" said Friendly, smiling at Timothy.
"Yeah" agreed Timothy, smiling warmly at Friendly.
"Okay then, here they are" said Friendly's mom, leaving them next to Timothy and heading downstairs again.
"Let's get you out of those" said Friendly, referring to Timothy's Pull-ups.
"No thanks... can you put my shorts on over them?"
Friendly hesitated for a moment, but smiled.
"Okay" he said, taking Timothy's shorts and helping his raccoon friend into them, before sliding them up his legs and over his training pants.
"Do your Pull-ups leak often, Timothy?" asked Friendly
"Sometimes... usually when I drink before bed. Mom says I need the other brand, but I like the ones I wear now because they've got Lightning McQueen on them" said Timothy, starting to tear up again.
Friendly saw that Timothy was getting upset and pulled him close, giving him a hug.
"It's okay Timothy, don't cry" he said, instinctively putting his paw on the seat of Timothy's shorts. As he did so, Timothy began to make a gentle, content trilling noise. He gently rubbed his paw up and down and Timothy began to trill louder.
"Do you like that, Timothy?" asked Friendly
"Uh-huh" squeaked Timothy, smiling at his friend and giving him a nuzzle.
"Awww" smiled Friendly, continuing to rub the seat of Timothy's shorts and hugging him with his other paw. "You know, I always wanted a little brother"
"I always wanted a big brother" said Timothy, "Can you be my big brother?"
Friendly smiled at the little raccoon.
"Yeah, and you can be my little brother"
"That would be awesome" said Timothy, as he looked at the trains with Friendly again.

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: Jun 8, 2014 at 2:59 AM
Content: Friendly and Timothy continued watching the trains as they went all around the attic. Timothy walked around and followed one of the slow moving freight trains. He grinned and let out a little giggle as the red, silver and white Pendolino overtook it and tilted around the upcoming corner without slowing down. Friendly followed along behind him. The fox chuckled as he heard Timothy's training pants crinkling underneath his shorts. He couldn't help glancing at his raccoon friend's pull-ups. Timothy looked so cute with his training pants peeking out of his shorts, Friendly couldn't get his head around why he found it so cute though. All he knew is that he liked Timothy very much, and was prepared to do anything for him.
"Do you want to go for a bike ride soon Timothy? There's a nice trail through the woods near here where we could ride together.
"Yes please, Friendly!" squeaked Timothy excitedly.
"Okay, let's go over to the trapdoor and down the ladder. Do you want me to go down first so I can help you?"
"Uh-huh" said Timothy, smiling as he had been a little timid about going down the ladder by himself.
Friendly went down the ladder first... carefully stepping down one step at a time and looking up to make sure Timothy was okay. Timothy came down the ladder behind him, timidly putting one foot down on the next step and holding onto the rail tightly for fear that he'd slip and fall.
"It's okay Timothy, I'll catch you if you fall" said Friendly, putting his paw on Timothy's butt and gently patting the seat of his shorts. Timothy trilled contently in his raccoon way and smiled down at his friend.
"Thank you Friendly" said the chubby little raccoon.

Soon, they had reached the bottom of the ladder and they ran downstairs to fetch their bikes.
"Mom, me and Timothy are going to go for a bike ride. We'll be back in a couple of hours or so"
"Okay Friendly" said Friendly's mom. "Have fun, you two!"
Timothy ran outside and instantly got on his beloved red bike. Friendly went and got his blue bike and also got a bungy cord he could use to pull Timothy along if the path got too muddy for the raccoon's bike.
"I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, Timothy" said Friendly.
"I think so too! I love having an older brother like you. I feel so much safer now" said Timothy.
Friendly couldn't think as to why Timothy would have to feel safer - except maybe from the kids who had picked on Timothy when his bike got stuck yesterday, but he didn't give it much thought. Timothy had already rode up the sidewalk, his training wheels rattling along behind him.
"Wait for me, Timothy!" chuckled Friendly, turning the pedals on his bike and riding after his younger friend.

Soon, Timothy and Friendly reached the trail that ran through the woods towards the river. The fox and the raccoon turned off the sidewalk and rode up the trail together. Friendly rode along behind Timothy, knowing that the path was likely to be muddy and that Timothy's bike probably couldn't cope with it. As the vegetation overhead became much thicker Timothy noticed the path was getting rather muddy. Occasionally when he pedaled his back wheel lost traction for a second before he could get moving again.
"Friendly, I think I'm going to get stuck!" cried Timothy.
Just then, the raccoon's bike stopped with a lurch and his training wheels sank into a very muddy hole.
"Oh no!" he cried, pumping his pedals as hard as he could, but just sending mud flying everywhere as his back wheel spun helplessly in the sloppy mess.
"I'll help you Timothy" said Friendly, pulling the bungy cord from his backpack and wading into the mud cautiously, attaching it to the front handlebar of Timothy's bike.
Friendly then attached the back of the bungy cord to the seatpost of his bike and got back on, putting his bike in the lowest gear so it was easier for him to pedal. Timothy turned his pedals, but his back wheel just spun helplessly in the mud. The leaves overhead jiggled with laughter in the slight breeze and his back tire groaned as it struggled to get a grip in the mud.
"Ready Timothy?" asked the fox.
"Uh-huh!" replied Timothy, pumping his pedals harder to try and get out of the mud.
Friendly slowly rode forwards, pushing off with one of his feet and turning his pedals. As the bungy cord went taught, Timothy's bike began to move. His rear tire continued to groan as it struggled in the mud, and both it and his training wheels came out of the mud with a sucking noise.
"Thanks Friendly!" said Timothy, as his bike regained traction and he could ride again.
"You're welcome" replied Friendly, hanging the bungy cord over his handlebar and riding behind his training-wheeled friend.

Friendly quickly discovered that Timothy's training wheels really did make him get stuck quite often. More mud became present and even Friendly's much bigger bike sometimes slipped a little - whereas Timothy's smaller bike just got completely bogged down and couldn't get any traction.
"It's okay Timothy, I'll help you" smiled Friendly, attaching the bungy cord to Timothy's bike and pulling him free of the thick mud.
It wasn't just mud that made the ride difficult for Timothy either - uneven ground caused his training wheels to get hung up on the bumps and his rear wheel just spun unable to touch the ground. All it took was a gentle push from Friendly to get him going again, but the gravel path was a different scenario altogether. As soon as Timothy rode his bike in the deep gravel, his training wheels sunk into it and his back wheel just spun helplessly, throwing gravel stones everywhere. Friendly tried hard to push Timothy, but as soon as the raccoon's bike budged a little it got stuck again.
"I'm sorry Friendly, I can't do this!" cried Timothy, sniffling as his bike kept on struggling in the gravel.
Friendly sighed and realized that maybe the path was too difficult for his younger friend, but they couldn't just turn back now. The fox smiled at his raccoon friend and gestured for him to get off his bike and walk over to him. Timothy did so and Friendly gave his friend a hug.
"It's okay Timothy" he said comfortingly, rubbing the raccoon's back and letting his friend sob into his t-shirt.
Timothy looked up at Friendly with his wistful hazel eyes. Friendly smiled at him.
"We can probably walk the rest of the way to the river, there's no need to cry" said Friendly, patting the seat of Timothy's shorts and wagging his tail. Timothy gave Friendly a little smile.
"D'you think you can pull me along?" asked Timothy, "When I try walking my bike the pedals keep bumping into my feet"
Friendly grinned, "Okay buddy" he said, attaching the bungy cord and mounting his bike. Timothy mounted his bike too and began to pedal, but his back wheel just spun in the gravel.
"Ready Timothy?"
"Ready!" squeaked the raccoon, pedalling harder but going nowhere.
Friendly chuckled and turned the pedals on his bike, slowly pulling Timothy's bike along the gravel path.

Soon the path became less gravelly and Timothy could ride by himself. Friendly unhooked the bungy cord from Timothy's bike and let him ride in front.
Up ahead though, there was a rather muddy hill going upwards. It looked very steep and slippery. Timothy bravely turned his pedals on his bike and charged at the hill as fast as he could. As the raccoon rode up the hill, it became much more difficult to pedal and he was slowing down really fast. Suddenly it became easier for Timothy to pedal, but his back wheel groaned as it couldn't get any traction. Soon his speed went to zero although he was still pumping his pedals; his training wheels had taken enough load off of the rear tire that it couldn't get any traction on the muddy hill and the back wheel just spun.
"Friendly! I can't get up this hill!" cried Timothy, as his bike began to slide backwards despite pumping his pedals as hard as he could.
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"I've got you Timothy" said Friendly, leaving his bike standing against a tree and standing directly behind Timothy's struggling bike. He put both his paws on Timothy's butt and began to push. He grunted as he pushed Timothy up the hill, looking at the raccoon's training pants as they peeked out of his shorts. He smiled and spoke into Timothy's ear.
"It's okay buddy, your poor bike just can't cope with the mud can it?"
"No" sniffled Timothy sadly, as he pumped his pedals to try and help Friendly, but his back wheel just slipped and spun in the mud.
"It's okay, you don't need to pedal, you'll just make your back wheel slip" said Friendly, continuing to push Timothy up the hill.
Soon, the two friends had reached the top of the hill and Timothy got off his bike.
"Don't you want to keep riding?" asked Friendly
Timothy waddled over to Friendly and hugged him tightly. Friendly looked a little surprised, but he picked Timothy up and hugged him back, placing one of his paws underneath Timothy's butt to support him.
"Awww, what's wrong Timothy?"
"Nothing. I just... thank you for helping me Friendly" said Timothy, snuggling into his fox friend's fur.
"It's okay buddy" replied Friendly, patting the seat of Timothy's shorts and giving him a lick on his cheek.
Timothy began to trill contently in his raccoon way and he gave Friendly a little smile.
"Okay, let's go home" said Friendly, helping Timothy back over to his bike and giving him a little push to help him start off.

Before long, the two friends arrived back at Friendly's house. Timothy parked his bike by the garage door, and Friendly did the same - leaning it against the drainpipe.
"At least you don't have to worry about your bike falling over, Timothy" said Friendly, making sure his bike wasn't going to tip over.
"Nope" chuckled Timothy, as he went over to the front door with Friendly.
Timothy tried to open the door, but as he pulled the latch the door wouldn't budge.
"Huh?" he squeaked, trying again to open the door but failing. "Friendly! The door won't open"
Just then the raccoon saw a paper note on the side of the door-frame, fluttering slightly in the breeze. Timothy grabbed the note and tried to read it... but he wasn't very good at reading.
"What does it say Timothy?" asked Friendly.
"I.... um... I... I don't know" said Timothy, as he struggled to read the words on the note.
"Awww, you can't read?" asked Friendly
"I... I can't read very well" sniffled Timothy.
"It's okay, I'll read it" said Friendly, gently taking the note from Timothy's paw and reading it aloud:
"Dear Friendly and Timothy. Me and your dad have gone out shopping, we should be back soon. You know where the spare key is. Mom."
"We're not locked out are we?" squeaked Timothy anxiously.
"Hmmm... I wonder where that spare key is" said Friendly, in a slightly playful voice.
"Huh?" asked Timothy, when suddenly he heard the velcro-flap on his butt pocket being ripped open.
"I wonder if it's in here" giggled Friendly, putting his paw in the pocket and wiggling it around. Timothy began to giggle helplessly.
"Heeheeeheee! Friendly! Heeheeeeheeeee! That tickles! Heeheeheeheheeeeheeheeee!!!"
Friendly chuckled and closed the pocket on Timothy's shorts, patting it twice to make sure it was closed properly.
"Sorry Timothy, I couldn't resist" chuckled Friendly, reaching down under the doormat and finding the spare key underneath it.
Timothy couldn't help but giggle a little as he and Friendly walked inside.

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: Jun 8, 2014 at 3:54 AM
Content: Timothy doesn't 'need' his pull-ups during the daytime anymore (he is five, nearly six) but he likes them because of the cool prints on the front and back. The only time he really needs them is at night. I might modify Chapter Four with a scene that Friendly asks if Timothy needs to go and Timothy insists that he doesn't.

Anyway here's Chapter five... the last chapter of the story.

It wasn't very long before Friendly's parents came home again. Both Timothy and Friendly rushed down the stairs together as they heard the car pulling into the driveway.
"I know! Let's hide so they'll wonder where we are" suggested Friendly.
"Okay!" agreed Timothy, "What about this closet?"
"Nah, that's too close to the door" said Friendly... "I know! There's a futon in that room, we can hide behind that"
So the boys rushed into the spare room downstairs. Timothy got down on all fours and crawled behind the futon, and Friendly followed him.
"They'll never find us here" chuckled the fox, sitting down on the dusty floor behind the futon and turning to his friend.
"Go on Timothy, you can sit down... you don't need to stay on all fours with your butt in the air like that" chuckled the fox.
Timothy smiled and sat down, his Pull-ups crinkling a little under his shorts as he did so.
"I wonder where the boys are" said Friendly's mom. "Their bikes are out there, so they must be in here somewhere"
"Maybe they're just upstairs playing with the train set"
The dust behind the futon was starting to irritate Friendly's nose. He struggled to hold a sneeze in.
"Aa... aaah... ahhh!" said Friendly, trying to pinch his nose to hold the sneeze in.
Friendly's mom went into the spare room, having heard something.
"Are you in here boys?" she asked.
Friendly struggled to hold in another sneeze. Timothy suddenly farted very loudly.
"Hmmm" said Friendly's mom, looking behind the futon. She'd found them.
"Oh, you found us!" said Friendly, standing up and brushing himself off.
"Yeah, you shouldn't go behind there; I haven't vaccuumed there for ages"
"What gave us away?" Timothy asked innocently, peeking from behind the futon.
"Well... first an attempt to hold in a sneeze, and then one of you two... well - you know"
"You and your butt, Timothy" chuckled Friendly.
"I'm sorry" said Timothy, looking a little upset.
"Hey, I'm not mad at you. I was just teasing" said the fox, giving his friend a hug and helping him to his feet.

After a delicious lunch provided by Friendly's parents, both boys were taken to the local swimming pool as a special treat. Timothy's mom and dad joined them too.
They went into the family changeroom. Friendly changed into his swimwear while Sally helped Timothy to change. She took his Pull-ups off and put them in a plastic bag, so he could wear them in bed later that night.
"You haven't been wearing these all day, have you?" Sally asked.
"Um..." struggled Timothy. In truth, he had been wearing them since the morning. Mrs. Brush conveniently interjected.
"Timothy's Pull-ups leaked last night, I washed his shorts because they got soaked" said Friendly's mom.
"Yeah, they do leak occasionally. I'm gonna try and get him to wear the other brand for big boys" replied Sally. "Oh well, at least your shorts are clean"
Sally then helped Timothy pull his shorts back on, and helped him take his shirt off.
"Now we're ready!" said Friendly to Timothy.
"Not quite" said Sally, taking a pair of yellow floaties from the plastic bag and fitting them onto Timothy's arms.
"You can't swim?" guessed Friendly.
"Um... I dunno. I've never tried" said Timothy.
"Well, I'll help you" said Friendly, putting his paw on his friend's shoulder and walking to the pool with him.
As the grown-ups went over to the hot tub, Friendly and Timothy went over to the big pool. Timothy seemed rather nervous as he waded into the water.
"It's okay Timothy" said Friendly, taking his friend's paw and smiling warmly at him.
As the water became deeper, Friendly took on a doggy-paddle form of swimming, the one he was most comfortable with. Timothy on the other hand began to flounder as his feet left the floor, with only his floaties keeping him afloat. Friendly quickly took his friend's paw and towed him back to the shallow end.
"Here, let me help you" said the fox, positioning Timothy so he was floating on his belly instead of relying solely on his floaties. "All you have to do is kick your feet, and you'll move through the water"
Timothy looked back at his feet and began to kick, and he turned to face Friendly.
"I'm not going anywhere" squeaked the raccoon. He tried harder, but his feet just spun uselessly in the water and he couldn't propel himself through the water.
"Hmm... this isn't easy for you, is it?" said Friendly.
"Can we just float around?" asked Timothy.
"If you'd like" replied Friendly, taking Timothy's paw and swimming through the water in a doggy-paddle, towing his friend alongside him. The two boys looked at each other and the fox smiled at his friend. Timothy looked as Friendly's feet kicked and propelled them both through the water, and he tried kicking his feet too to help his friend.
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"Well, I do have a lot to help you with, don't I?" chuckled Friendly, "Swimming, Reading, Riding your bike without training wheels..."
"Yeah. Nobody I've ever met has been so willing to help me like you have. Thank you" said Timothy, letting go of the fox's paw and trying to swim over to him to hug him, but he just floundered since the water was too deep for him.
Friendly smiled and swam the little distance to hug his friend. He treaded water to keep them both afloat as he embraced the raccoon.
"Let's go in the hot-tub. This water is kinda cold" said Friendly.
"Yeah" agreed Timothy, holding Friendly's paw again so his friend could tow him to the steps.

Once at the side of the pool, Timothy waited for Friendly to help him out.
Friendly lifted his friend as high as he could. Timothy tried to climb out - but his floaties made it more awkward since they were touching the wet tiled floor and they kept slipping. Timothy's feet just kept slipping too as he tried to climb out.
"Awww" said Friendly, putting his paws on Timothy's butt to give him more support while gently pushing him up.
"Thank you Friendly" said Timothy, as he awkwardly clambered out of the pool and stood up, waiting for the fox to join him.
"Don't worry about it" said Friendly, smiling at his friend and putting his arm around the young raccoon, gently patting his back as they walked along together.
"I wonder if you could sleep over at my house" said Timothy.
"Maybe... but it's a school night tonight. Maybe next week" said Friendly.
"I hope so, I can't wait to show you my house!" squeaked Timothy.

In the changeroom Friendly quickly changed out of his wet shorts and began to dry himself with a towel. Timothy stood watching, beginning to shiver.
"Do you need help Timothy?" asked the fox, putting the towel down.
"Uh-huh" stuttered Timothy, trying to take his wet shorts off, but as he pulled on his laces they only got tighter and tighter.
"Oh no!" he squeaked with dismay, "Friendly, help!"
Friendly chuckled and knelt down so he could help the struggling raccoon.
"Turn around" said Friendly, smiling up at Timothy's sad face.
Timothy turned around so he was facing away from Friendly, and the fox reached around Timothy's waist and began to undo the various knots.
"Cute butt, Timothy" giggled Friendly as he felt the last of the knots unravel.
Timothy blushed even deeper as he felt his shorts beginning to loosen up around his waist.
Just then, their parents came in to change too.
"You boys nearly done already?" asked Sally.
"Uh-huh! Friendly helped me take my shorts off" said Timothy, reaching for his towel and wrapping himself up, before his mommy came to dry him.
Soon it was time to leave. Friendly and Timothy went their separate ways once they got out of the changing room, guided by their parents. They waved goodbye to each other, both hoping to meet up again really, really soon to have more fun together.

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: Jul 2, 2014 at 6:09 AM
Content: So while this isn't a chapter of "Friendly's New Friend" it takes place a little after the previous chapter, so I've decided to include it anyways. I have been considering writing more for this little story, but I think it's good as it is.

Sleepover at Timothy's

It was a warm, sunny late-September afternoon. Nine-year old Friendly the fox and five-year old Timothy the raccoon were headed home from school together on their bikes. Friendly rode behind the raccoon, looking down at his friend's training wheels and smiling. As the two friends reached the little dirt path through the trees they had to take home, they stopped for a breather.
"So... what's it like being in fourth grade?" asked Timothy, curiously.
"Well... harder than being in kindergarten" Friendly answered with a chuckle. "We spend all day doing multiplication and spelling tests and stuff, we're apparantly going to tackle long division sometime next week"
"I'm good with numbers! I even know what seven plus seven is!" Timothy squeaked excitedly.
Friendly frowned a little. Timothy seemed to be better at numbers than he was, despite the raccoon being four years younger than him. Still, now he knew that Timothy was good at something, since he had been wondering what Timothy's talent really was.
"That's good, heck even I didn't know what four plus four was when I was your age" Friendly answered.
"That's easy, it's eight!" Timothy squeaked proudly.
"I know that now, silly" Friendly laughed playfully.

Before long, the two cubs started off home again, riding their bikes along the dirt trail through the trees. The problem with this path though was that the weak autumn sunlight didn't penetrate through the thick canopy as it would through the summer, and the recent rain had turned the path into a muddy mess. As Timothy rode his bike into the mud, his training wheels took enough load off his back tire that it couldn't get any traction and just spun helplessly, digging itself into a muddy rut.
"Friendly, I'm stuck! I'm stuck!" cried Timothy, pedaling harder but just making his back wheel spin.
Friendly - whose bigger bike didn't have such a problem with the mud since he didn't have training wheels, could ride through the mud with relative ease. He cautiously rode by his struggling friend and leaned his bike against a tree while he reached in his backpack for the bungy cord he carried.
"Hang on buddy, I'll tow you out" said Friendly, chuckling as he watched Timothy's stuck bike spraying mud in every direction as the raccoon kept pedaling fruitlessly. His eyes drifted to the waistband of Timothy's shorts, which had slid down a little to reveal a Lightning-McQueen Pull-up his friend was wearing under his shorts. Friendly couldn't understand why it seemed so cute and why his eyes kept drifting to it, it was just so.
"Uh... Friendly? A little help here" squeaked Timothy, trying harder to ride his bike but not even moving an inch.
"Sorry..." said the fox, attaching one end of the bungy cord to Timothy's handlebar and attaching the other end to the seatpost of his bike, under the saddle.
"Ready Timothy?"
"Uh-huh!" squeaked the raccoon, pedaling as hard as he could.
Friendly turned the pedals on his bike and as the bungy cord went taught, Timothy's bike began to move. Without the help of Friendly and his bike, the back wheel of Timothy's bike just groaned as the rubber struggled to get any traction in the mud, but with Friendly's help the raccoon's bike began to budge, emerging from the muddy rut with a loud sucking noise.
"Thanks Friendly. I'm glad I have you to help me when I get stuck" squeaked Timothy, stopping to allow Friendly to unhook his bike from the bungy cord.
"I'm more than happy to help you. I just wish we got more time to play and have fun together" replied Friendly.
"Uh-huh" Timothy answered... "Hey, would you be interested in a sleepover tonight? Mommy said I could have you over"
"Really? I'd love that!" Friendly exclaimed, clambering on his bike again. "Come on Timothy, let's go!"
Timothy rode off in front as fast as he could, with Friendly riding along behind him.

When they reached Timothy's house, they left their bikes in the driveway and went inside.
"Mommy, can Friendly sleep over tonight?" Timothy asked.
"Um... well I did say he could..." Timothy's mom said, remembering her promise. "Alright, but we'd better let your parents know Friendly"
"Yep" said Friendly, knowing that his parents would probably start worrying if he didn't show up at home without a phone call or something to let them know where he was.
"Yay!" Timothy squeaked excitedly, running over to his friend and hugging him tightly.
"Heheheh" chuckled Friendly, picking his young friend up and patting the seat of his shorts.
"Boys, you might want to move your bikes - otherwise daddy might run them over with the car" said Timothy's mom.
"That wouldn't be good at all!" Friendly said
"No! My poor bike!" agreed Timothy, heading outside with Friendly.
Friendly picked his bike up and waited for Timothy to lead the way into the backyard. Friendly's eyes again drifted to the waistband of Timothy's shorts as the Pull-ups peeked out of them. Just how cute Timothy looked like that got Friendly excited in a way that he couldn't understand, to him he just found it overly adorable.

That evening, Friendly and Timothy prepared themselves for bed together. In the bathroom, they held a contest as to who could have the shiniest teeth after brushing. Unfortunately in their haste... they forgot that others may have wanted to use the bathroom too.
"You boys done in there? I need to come in" said Timothy's dad, gently knocking on the door.
"Better stop now Timothy" said Friendly.
"I win!" Timothy squeaked triumphantly, spitting into the sink and washing it down the drain with tap water.
"Just a sec" called Friendly, gargling for a few seconds before also spitting into the sink and washing away the residue with tap water.
"What took you boys so long?" asked Timothy's dad.
"We kinda got carried away brushing our teeth" said Friendly.
"If you spent all that time brushing your teeth, I'm surprised you didn't brush them away" chuckled Timothy's dad, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
"Alright, bedtime" said Timothy's mom, shooing the two boys into Timothy's bedroom.
"Is it alright if you share a bed with Timothy? We were going to bring the air mattress in, but we can't find it"
"Friendly can sleep with me!" Timothy said, "He doesn't need the air mattress"
"Sleeping with Timothy will be fine" said Friendly, smiling as his friend took off his shirt and pulled his shorts down, revealing his Lightning McQueen Pull-ups.
"Alright, goodnight boys" said Timothy's mom, switching on Timothy's night-light and then closing the door behind her.
"Goodnight mom" squeaked Timothy, clambering into bed and tucking himself in.
"Make room for me" said Friendly, snuggling down beside Timothy and turning to face him.
Timothy began to trill contently and snuggled up with his friend. Friendly gently snuggled up too and put one of his paws on the seat of Timothy's Pull-ups.
"Goodnight Timothy"
"Goodnight Friendly"

Hours ticked by... the two friends were sound asleep together, and even Timothy's parents had gone to bed. For reasons unknown, Friendly awoke.
"Huh?" he said, looking at the unfamiliar room with the night light plugged in, providing the only illumination for the fox's sensitive eyes.
"Where am I?" thought the fox, when he looked down to his right and saw Timothy asleep beside him, it all clicked. He was in Timothy's bed, in Timothy's bedroom, at Timothy's house. He sighed with relief and settled down again. He reached over and gently snuggled up with his friend, putting his paw on the seat of Timothy's Pull-ups, they were dry - but as Friendly was about to pull his paw away he felt Timothy's Pull-ups getting warm and swelling slightly. His friend was wetting his Pull-ups in his sleep! Friendly didn't know what to do... should he wake his friend or should he continue to let him sleep? Would Timothy stop wetting his Pull-ups if he woke him up, or not? As he felt Timothy had stopped wetting his training pants, the raccoon squeaked a little but continued sleeping peacefully. Friendly decided it would be better to just let his friend sleep. He gave his friend a gentle lick on the cheek and snuggled up to Timothy's warm body, falling asleep beside his little raccoon friend again.

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: Jul 2, 2014 at 9:15 AM
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CodyBaby said:

Not bad, just be careful where this story is going during that sleepover I feel Friendly's behavior starts to make me feel really uncomfortable. I doubt a 9 yrs old would think about this kind of stuff.

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I have had a comment on this, but here's my take on it. Friendly awakes to find he doesn't know where he is (it's happened to me before, so I know that feeling. I woke up in the dark and had no idea of where I was, my first thought was I had been kidnapped - but I was at my Dad's new hostel.)
Anyways back to the point, when Friendly regains his bearings he snuggles up with his friend (which is totally innocent) and as he checks Timothy's pull-ups he feels his friend is wetting in his sleep. At that point he simply doesn't know what to do, he's never had an experience like it.
I mean, it's not like Friendly's having an orgasm over the fact Timothy's wetting his pull-ups, I can understand how such a story would make you feel uncomfortable - as it would me. I won't go there though as that's bound to dig up some old memories this community would rather forget.

Anyways I only posted it as you really wanted to see some more of Friendly and Timothy.

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: Jul 2, 2014 at 9:25 AM
Content: Well you have been the only one to comment on this whole story so far... but one fan is better than none

I didn't realize English wasn't your first language, you're very good at writing with no grammatical mistakes that I picked up on - this is most likely the reason I didn't pick up on it.

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: May 7, 2015 at 8:54 AM
Content: Just posting this here, it's a commissioned image from Chapter 5 of Timothy struggling to climb out of the pool and Friendly about to give him a helping push.

Also for some reason I can't edit my post to put this into the story like the others, or yet to change the status of this story to "finished" :/

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: May 12, 2015 at 6:38 AM
Content: Thanks Dolphin. I'm glad you liked the story, and I'll admit I worked hard to provide a decent background and description to keep the story flowing, although there are some 'plot holes' that need to be fixed. I am considering re-writing this whole story, making it a bit longer and perhaps adding some more tension into the story to make it flow better. Do you have any ideas? I'm a little hesitant creating any tension between Friendly and Timothy, though I guess there could be some tension somewhere. Suggestions are most welcome.

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: May 22, 2015 at 10:01 PM
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Tiddles said:

What a cute story, very cute. I had hoped that the Fox would have gotten the idea to wear a pull up or a big kid diaper. Very well written with lots of feeling and love. Maybe more to come ?

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I may actually do this at some point, as I have commissioned a piece of artwork with Friendly and Timothy asleep, both wearing pull-ups. ^^
http://www.furaffinity.net/full/16126504/

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Author: Foxfan1992
Timestamp: May 23, 2015 at 7:06 AM
Content: Not as yet, but I'm working on it. If anyone does want to read more stories about Friendly and Timothy, feel free to look at my FA or DA. (same username as here).