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High School of Cliches: Birthday Boy

By: Domus Vocis

Hunter's life was utter hell.

Tell me about it, the German shepherd murmured as he sat down for his History class. Care to explain why to our sex-depraved audience? You know everyone's here to just jerk off, so get the exposition over with!

Bitchy much?

It wasn't because some of his classmates continued treating him like a Rosetta Stone for LGBT culture (more of Holden's expertise), not because he still had random female classmates asking for fashion advice (again, Holden's expertise), not because yaoi fangirls still chased after him or even George Johnson's disgusted glares.

No. It was because Hunter hadn't cum in the past week.

"It's all your goddamn fault..." he growled under his breath, feeling a small wet spot form in his jockstrap. "Augh, so this is how the Jonas Brothers felt when they worked at Disney."

The week before, after going to the drive-in with Holden's family to celebrate the fox's eighteenth birthday, they whispered and mocked about plot holes in the movie. As soon as the film ended, Holden told the German shepherd how excited he was to celebrate his birthday a week from them.

"Care to tell me why?" Hunter had asked, wondering what the kitschy kitsune was up to. "What do I have to expect for my birthday?"

Instead, the fox winked.

"It's a surprise," he giggled in a hushed whisper. "And to help with it, as well as for our sakes, we're..." Holden embarrassedly curled his tail onto his lap "...gonna have to be...um...abstinent for a bit."

Since Holden would be eighteen, they couldn't have hand jobs, blowjobs, etc. for a week until Hunter turned of age as well. Both didn't know much about Romeo-and-Juliet laws in their state, but both eventually decided. Last thing they needed was to have Holden--a lithe red fox shorter than the buff German shepherd--be arrested.

They wouldn't even jerk off, something Hunter was hesitant about until...

"That is," the fox teased with a lewd grin, "until you turn eighteen a week from now. After that, expect your birthday present to be amazing!"

It'd be seven of the longest days of his life.

Hunter tried keeping himself busy with homework, football practice and hanging out with Holden, but the latter often tested his restricted will. This would come in Gym where the German shepherd had to wait until Holden finished showering, or in some of the cute shorts the fox wore.

During the weekend, the jock stayed far from his bedroom's privacy. He drove around town, spent time around Jason and the guys, played video games at his cousin's place and even went so far as to attend church.

Boy had that been a mistake. An hour of the Johnson' and a couple other committed churchgoers' death glare followed by Mrs. Burgess giving Hunter a forty-minute lecture about teenagers, sin and homosexuality before he ran for home. After that, the thought of committing said sins and just making a quickie tempted the dog. Hunter even went so far as to reading the fucking brochures his parents gave him.

As Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday crept in like the cold claws of winter, the German shepherd felt at his limit. Each morning Hunter woke to his flaccid length leaking pre, and the itch to masturbate didn't stop outside the jock's dirty mind. His dreams became more vivid, specifically including a red fox with a smoothed body, soft fur, a wet pair of lips and a talented vulpine tongue.

Wednesday morning, the muscular jock had become a whimpering pup. His realization of becoming an adult felt undermined by not having cummed in a whole week, something Hunter swore a certain fox was agonizing over as well. The only thing keeping him distracted from the word 'sex' were two things: the amazing birthday breakfast Mom made him and doing his homework during first period.

Meanwhile, the teacher was adamantly droning on about Ronald Reagan or something, but Hunter wasn't focused. It'd been seven days since he'd last rubbed his dolphin, and the jock couldn't take it anymore. As a hormonal teenager living in Small Town, WI and access to the Internet, Hunter hadn't gone a day let alone a week without beating his meat. Choking his chicken. Lubing his tube. Painting the ceiling. Squeezing his salami.

Shut it, the German shepherd whined in his seat, please! I'm in agony here.

Well good for you, but I've got quote 'exposition to shit out'.

What also didn't help included Greenville Middle School's students on a field trip to see an anti-drug seminar at Greenville High's auditorium (the middle school was too small to have one). After the seminar, the principal announced they'd be joining Period 6 for lunch in the crowded cafeteria.

Most stared down at their phones in groups of cliques, but not without screaming and causing mayhem that'd make any obnoxious senior proud. The jock though, could hear one familiar voice over the rest.

"Hunter-senpai!"

Perking his ears up, Hunter glanced behind him to find a smaller German shepherd waving from a table of middle schoolers.

"Huh?" his teammates paused their conversation.

Wearing a black t-shirt with red clouds under his wrinkled Attack on Titan hoodie jacket, the smiling cub stood out with a wagging tail compared to his other peers. He even sat alone at the far corner closest to Hunter's table.

"Michael-kun?" he smiled with a wag of his tail, not the least bit surprised seeing his little cousin. "Hey, haven't seen you in a while! I've been binging a couple anime you recommended. That one involving the bar and games involving the afterlife was amazing like you said!"

"Glad you liked it!" the young teen beamed.

Hunter smiled across his dark-furred muzzle, then asked the chipper otaku, "How was the seminar, by the way? Is it as bad as we think?"

"Like Justin Chatwin in anime, Itoko-senpai," Michael shivered in disgust.

"Would've gone for Netflix and Nat Wolff," Hunter tilted his muzzle, "but I guess that works too."

Both German shepherds shuddered and laughed.

"And senpai!" Michael called over the cafeteria's ambience, "I wanted to congratulate you. I hope things haven't been hard?"

"Nah," the jock waved a dismissive paw. "The real problem's been with this one girl at school, Angela Preacher. Kinda had a crush on me and is kinda the alpha popular girl around so...imagine that."

Ever since Halloween and the gas station, the golden she-wolf hadn't relented in her efforts to get Hunter's attention. Wearing expensive, cleavage-showing blouses, obnoxiously flirting with other players and getting called to the principal's office for wearing a miniskirt Sailor Moon would blanch at. The following week, Hunter even caught glimpses of her slowly driving by his house like Cruella de Vil in her car.

How the hell does 101 Dalmatians work in furry fiction?! Hunter thought.

"Is she that much trouble for you?" Michael laughed. "How bad can this one girl be for you?"

"Persistent, bratty, callous and uncaring for her friends," the canine wanted to describe her. Instead, he answered, "Let's just say she's like that pink-haired twerp from--"

"Naruto?" Michael widened his eyes. "Familiar of Zero?"

The German shepherd snickered.

"I was gonna say Neo Yokio," he explained, "but that works well too!"

Again, both canines shuddered.

The smaller shepherd gave a toothy, overactive smile from the table. "Well, I'm glad you and Holden-sama are--"

"Faggots!" a random sixth-grader bellowed.

Hunter rolled his eyes and was about to reply when Jason tapped his shoulder.

"Uh...Hunter?" the tiger nervously pointed. "Look."

Hunter glanced to his friend. "What?" he asked, only to stop short as he followed his suddenly terrified teammates' gaze to a group in the middle schoolers. "Fuck me, they're multiplying..."

Like a tsunami of fur, the horde of female fangirls bombarded him with arms stretched out. Most had to be either in sixth or seventh grade and half as tall as Hunter, but their numbers were anything but short.

"OMG, you're that gay football player!"

"My sister told me you and Mary Brewin's brother are a couple. Eeeee! So cute!"

Thankfully as fast as it began, the teachers escorted everyone back to the cafeteria table. Looking over the mass of pouting fangirls, he could make out a familiar red vixen the same age as Michael, dark-eyelinered eyes glued to her phone. And to the left of the cafeteria, cowering behind a big raccoon in his seat, was Holden.

Can't blame him, Hunter glanced back to Michael, only to see him giving a sympathetic smile before talking to one of his anime friends again. Him either.

"So that was something," Duke commented at their table, chuckling in his baritone voice. "Who knew news of you and that fox had gone far as the middle schooler twerps?"

"Small town," Jason shrugged. The Bengal tiger lightly elbowed Hunter's ribs. "If I were you I'd be taking advantage of the fact girls are literally throwing themselves at you."

"Yeah," Harry muttered, "Why is it that Ricky Martin here gets all the girls?"

Hunter sighed. "Very funny. Both of you don't have to deal with weirdo girls asking if you boned the guy you like."

"But we don't like guys," Jason smirked, then raised a curious eyebrow before the tiger curled his tail. "Speaking of which, why doesn't Holden ever sit with us?"

Everyone suddenly hissed at the Bengal, looking left and right in hopes no one else had heard Jason's words.

"What? Hunter, why don't you--"

"Jason," he growled, clearly panicked with bristled fur, "Do. Not. Give. Those. Girls. Any. Ideas. Got it?"

Holden and Hunter had known the last thing they needed was giving the yaoi fangirls more fuel. The school's LGBT couple sitting at a table? There'd be riots!

Realizing this, Jason curled his tail.

"So, eighteen now, huh?" he spoke, hoping to change the conversation. "Glad you finally became old enough to move out. And vote."

"Don't remind me of either," Hunter rubbed his temples. "I don't..._feel_like an adult. Dustin, do you feel different as an adult? I mean, you're a senior."

The cheetah waved a paw. "Not really," he replied. "Granted, everyone here is more immature than me here, but still..."

"Hey!" Duke barked. "I resent that. We're pretty mature for being juniors!"

"Need I remind you that you got grounded for destroying Mrs. Burgess' mailbox a couple weeks ago?" Hunter laughed, "By the way, nice job there." The pit bull snickered and fist-bumped the taller canine. "Either way, I'm curious as to what Holden's got planned for me tonight."

In response, everyone (save for the German shepherd), smugly grinned.

"What?" he asked. "What're you all grinning at..." Hunter suddenly frowned and folded an ear. "Whatever it is, you're all in on it, right?" When neither Jason, Duke, Cody, Harry or Dustin's smiles faltered, the jock sighed. "Assholes..."

Bad choice of words.

...Holden's rosebud-- Hunter suddenly felt his cock swell and ache, making the abstinent dog stifle a desperate moan, Ack, dammit!

Soon the bell rang, and gym came by again.

After being forced to endure seeing his foxy boyfriend stretch and jump around in a tight pair of shorts for a week, Hunter's penis felt like an extended hose. Between the dozens of eyes in school and the fact he'd only come out as bi recently, it was difficult keeping it down whenever his eyes wandered to Holden. He had no idea how the lithe fox wasn't writhing or looking uncomfortable the past seven days (or even how no one else had noticed), especially when it came to the showers.

Speaking of which, the German shepherd struggled keeping his eye away from his other classmates. He may've only had eyes for Holden, but Hunter knew the sight of any muscular males would arouse the most vanilla bisexuals. Remembering his middle school days of shameful glances and hidden awakenings, the jock steered his eyes away from the other guys. It seemed to work for the most part.

Until Holden strutted in nude and beside the jock.

"Hey Hunter," the fox smiled, grabbing a bar of soap. "Did you see that shot I made? Amazing, right?"

"Sure was--" Hunter froze, seeing the other canine's supple, red-furred ass cheeks trickle with warm water. "I...uh...y-yeah, I..."

Tingling sensations ran up the dog's spine, sending blood to his groin and sending him into a panic. His eyes darted through the shower steam and to the few other furs--an overweight boar facing the corner, a teammate of his named Zachary glancing to him, and a chiseled lacrosse panther name Benji looking in their direction too. That, and George Johnson sending a sneer from the shower entrance.

I cannot be caught with an erection! Hunter's head spun.

Hunter ran in a whirlwind for his locker and dried off with a towel, willing for his erection to subside underneath. When it finally did minutes later, the bell rang and prompted the canine to hectically put his clothes on.

Coming late into Math late, the German shepherd received a text.

"Sorry about that, sweetie. Heh, I got a boner too ;)"

Smiling, he replied, "That's okay :-) Glad 2 know ur not the only one suffering."

"Hunter, why are you on your phone during class?" Mr. Starker barked in front of the class. "Trust me, nobody looks down at their crotch and smiles."

The class laughed, and Hunter folded an ear.

"Awww, did your boyfriend send you a nude pic?" Jason teased beside him.

"N-N-None of your damn business," he quietly growled to the tiger, then was about to put his phone in his pocket when...

"Don't forget," Holden replied with a tongue emoji, "Me and the guys're coming over to pick you up at 4:00 (and be ready for tonight, birthday boy ;P)"

Accompanied by a picture of the fox wearing a black-and white jockstrap in his bed, his torso angled to show the fabric comfortably holding his bulge and his ass crack.

"Took this last night. Looking forward to tonight? ;)"

School soon finished, and Hunter immediately showered under cold water.

~*~*~*~*~

"Care to remind me why we're heading out of town?" Hunter asked from the shotgun seat, with Holden, Duke, Spud and Dustin in the back while Jason drove the Outlook to their destination. "Or will I only regret the answer?"

Tonight, the teenage jock wore a simple Packers t-shirt and jeans like his teammates (complete with their letterman jackets), while Holden decided to try a simple jacket and jeans complete with a Samurai Jack t-shirt Michael-kun would drool for.

"Hmmmm," Duke and Spud mused.

"Maybe?" the hyena shrugged.

"Probably," the pit bull replied.

"If it were two weeks ago," Jason commented from the driver's seat, "definitely."

"Well sweetie," Holden butted in from his seat, "I'd say 60% enjoy, 40% regret."

"And I'd say that sounds good, but why 40% instead of, I dunno 10%?" Hunter asked the fox, curling his tail for what his teammates and boyfriend had planned. "Or maybe even 25%?"

"Because it wouldn't be a mystery, would it?" Holden smirked at him in the front mirror, then leaned up to hug the German shepherd from behind as Greenville's city limits passed them. As Jason turned the music up, the fox whispered in his ear, "And for other reasons, my Big Bad Birthday Wolf."

Said Birthday Wolf blushed under his cheekfur and immediately covered his groin with his Greenville High letterman jacket. Growl once in a class from almost cumming and he'll hold it over you, Hunter whimpered.

Before he could say anything, the cunning vulpine leaned back in his seat and sang with the guys as they drove north. Thirty minutes or so later, as sundown inched on the horizon, they arrived to...

"...Kageville?" Hunter gawked.

Kageville.

Home to the Kageville High Hellfish, the 1950s-styled Moonshine Cafe, a couple bars...and that was it. Like every other small town and unincorporated community stretching between the Twin Cities and shores of Lake Michigan, farming and occasional industry served as the economy, often by a few large families. Sure, it had a very old theater and some events around the year--like a Pumpkin Festival and fireworks on the Haus Farm, but one other location nagged at Hunter's mind though.

What was it?

"Are we going to a bar?" the jock asked his friends. "Seriously, are we going into a bar for my eighteenth birthday?"

Spud laughed, then immediately shut his snout.

Hunter folded an ear.

"We're going to a bar, aren't we?" he confirmed, glancing to his friends snickering, looking guiltily at him or a mixture of both. "Great then. Genius, but in case none of you noticed, none of us look even close to twenty-one!"

"Patience, sweetie," Holden chuckled behind him. "Jason, how far until we get there?"

"Hmm," the Bengal glanced from the empty road to his phone, "a few minutes or so. If it isn't too busy, we may find a parking spot."

Knowing his friends and Holden, it wasn't going to be just a bar.

What the hell else is here? Hunter asked himself. What would these idiots and Holden do to celebrate...God, no. Is it possible?!

"We're here!" Jason yapped, parking the car on the sidewalk. "Look!"

Staring out the window at their destination, Hunter folded his ears ashamedly.

Standing between Alex's Baking Company and a fennec puking his guts into a trash can, rested a brick building bathed in a neon sign. The few people out on the street either passed the establishment with little interest, but from the smell of alcohol, the rainbow flag hanging inside a window and an adjacent sign saying 'Red Rocket Adult Store' pointed to an alleyway leading to the back, Hunter knew.

And the neon sign, it read in cursive, "Cherry Pop!"

"You brought me to a gay bar?" the German shepherd blankly stared at his sheepish teammates. "You're kidding me?"

Behind him, a certain hyena and pit bull cackled.

"I'm-I'm sorry, but," Duke wheezed while clutching his burly stomach, "you should see your face! That's the same look when me and the other dudes learned there was an actual gay bar around here!"

"I shoulda pulled out my phone, right?" Spud commented.

"Guys!" Hunter growled.

"What?" Jason laughed, wagging his rope-like tail before closing the car and smiling. "You're eighteen, we're eighteen and we all thought it'd be cool to bring you here. Besides...I uh, never been in a gay bar."

"Uhuh. Uhuh, yeah. How are we gonna get in then?" Hunter mockingly asked, "Put on a hat, trench coat and sneak inside like Vincent Adultman? Because I doubt--"

"Their MuzzleScroll page said as long as you don't drink. Plus," Holden wrapped an arm around the muscular dog, "I always wanted to come here, so I convinced the guys to let us use half the money to bring you here for your birthday. The food looked good, and nobody knows us here, so I thought it'd be perfect."

Hunter almost frowned down at the fox hugging his form but stopped.

"Listen," Dustin came beside a now-calmed Duke and Spud, the cheetah placing a firm paw on the German shepherd's shoulder. "You're a friend of ours, and we wouldn't make your big night a bad experience."

"It's...true," Spud huffed, then nodded with Duke. "We're on board with ya. If you're night for it, well...maybe we could go back and hang out?"

"It's up to you, man," Jason added with a genuine smile. "So, what of it?"

Curling his tail in the frigid air, Hunter widened his eyes and smile. Weeks ago, he never would've guessed his friends would've brought him all the way out to Kageville just to go to a small town gay bar. Or heck, that he'd even have a boyfriend and still have friends. He glanced between his friends, then the fox waiting patiently in his arms, then back again with a broad smile.

"The night's still young," he chuckled, flicking his tail excitedly.

On cue, his friends formed plastered grins and wagged their tails.

"About time," Jason laughed with the other three.

"What're you all waiting for then?" Holden happily piped up with raised paws, wagging his tail as he grabbed onto Hunter's arm. "Let's go inside!"

Maybe this won't be as bad, the German shepherd mused, then flinched when his loins wiggled for the night air at seeing Holden's tight jeans. I hope.

The bouncer--a buff black bear taller than the door--checked their IDs (gruffly congratulating Hunter's birthday) and allowed them inside.

"It's okay to be gay, let's rejoice with the boys in the gay way!" the music boomed in their ears and across their raised fur, "Hooray for the kind of man that you will find in the gay way!"

Cherry Pop! certainly stood out compared to Kageville's other bars. Beyond the old mahogany doors rested a vintage bar to the right, where the less party-going patrons sat drinking or conversing between flirting, casual talk and kissing. To the left side of the establishment though, flashing lights and swaying bodies moved like ocean waves. Most wore tight clothing while others (mainly girls and quite a few boys) pranced and danced in formfitting jeans and skirts to the beat of the music.

Meanwhile, Hunter and the gang found their way to an empty corner booth. Their waitress, a smoking hot tigress in an orange-and-black pair of short shorts and tank top, came to their table with her fluffy tail wagging.

"Hello boys," she spoke to them huskily, her cleavage bouncing in her shirt. "My name's Jessica and I'll be helping you for the evening."

Hunter glanced back to see Dustin struggling to stay composed, but Jason, Duke and Spud didn't bother hiding their shameless eyes. Duke and Jason seemed hypnotized like sailors by sirens, while Spud was absolutely smitten. Soon enough, the normally reserved feline that served as their quarterback and team captain joined in and sported a stupid grin on his lips.

Holden cleared his throat.

"I'll have a burger with fries please?" he rolled his eyes at Hunter's teammates thumping their tails on their cushion seats. "As for them, I have a feeling they'll want some with extra buns too."

Hunter stifled a laugh. "Y-Yeah same here," he added, trying to avoid looking closely at the tigress' chest too long, "but with no tomatoes and some extra onions?"

Jessica patiently got orders from the other four, aptly aware of their intentions. Hunter partly wondered if she dealt with lewd gawping often, albeit from female patrons looking for one-night stands.

"Are any of you from Greenville High?" she asked, pointing to their letterman jackets. "Since you're under 21, I'm afraid none of ya' can drink or get any drinks. Sorry, but the last thing we need is an excuse for them to close us down."

"It's okay, we understand," Holden replied, then pointed to the German shepherd hulking beside him. "It's actually my boyfriend's birthday today!"

"Really? Happy Birthday then!" she beamed to Hunter. "I'll give them your orders and send them shortly." The tigress gracefully turned towards the kitchen. "And before you four boys ask, my girlfriend isn't kind towards threesomes."

Jason, Spud, Duke and Dustin immediately folded their ears with intense shame.

Hunter and Holden however, couldn't stop roaring in laughter.

"Hahaha, burned!" the now-eighteen-year-old German shepherd shook his muzzle and wheezed. "Oh jeez, you should see your faces!"

"You four straight guys seriously thought you could pick up girls in a gay bar?" Holden snorted. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Duke meekly shrugged. "That alone is kinda self-defeating."

"True," Spud nodded.

"Absolutely," Dustin kept himself together.

"Now then," Jason stood, "let's forget about that chick. Sure, she was smoking hot, but we're here for the birthday boy, so let's party!"

So, they did. Hunter joined with Jason in going to the bar. The bartender was a middle-aged, but handsomely confident cockroach in a scientist's lab coat. His nametag read 'Sam' like their waitress mentioned and had raised a large glass goblet of red wine to an enthusiastic gryphon in a barstool.

"Ooh, newbies!" Sam chuckled to them. "What'll it be for you? Cloud 9? The Adonis? Eight Equals Zero? Chicken Lollipop? Geography Club? 4th Man Out? Fur-Piled? Carpe Diem? 2 Rant or Not 2 Rant? Maybe even a shot of tonight's evening special, Bloody Merry Cherry?"

The teenage jock blinked. "Uh...six kiddie cocktails please?"

"Ah, so you're trying out the kid's menu then, huh handsome?" Sam sipped from his goblet and exhaled, gripping it like it were the Holy Grail. "Hehehe, coming up!"

As the cockroach prepared their nonalcoholic drinks, Hunter laughed.

"Are we gonna get sued for including him in this?"

Who're you talking about? He's only a wine-tasting, lab coat-wearing anthropomorphic cockroach named Sam that makes jokes and is a little pervy.

"I rest my case."

The first hour or so into the night, Hunter and Holden sat beside each other and idly at their food, with the other guys either blushing whenever Jessica came back to them, or lewdly staring at some of the other hot chicks. During this, Dustin continued staying stoic without making a cynical comment here and there, while the other three played 'gay, straight or taken'.

"I say that tall otter's a lesbian and taken," Jason muttered to Spud and Duke.

"I say that vixen in the Mohawk's taken," Spud chortled keenly. "That's a pity."

"I say that tigress waiter is bi," the pit bull murred. "Wonder if she's free after?"

"Uh...Duke, do ya even know who she is?" the Bengal asked.

"Your mom?" Spud joked, then got elbowed by the same Bengal tiger.

"That's our waitress, ya dumb fuck," Jason laughed and nudged at the leering dog. "Remember the big tits on her?"

"Oh yeah," Duke chuckled, "Mmmm...see the she-wolf in khakis and a #LoveWins t-shirt? She's laughing with the stag wearing that mesh shirt. I say straight."

"Are you goddamn blind?" Jason groaned. "She's obviously into chicks. Look at her stance: you know she loves eating out." The tiger laughed.

"I ain't blind," the pit bull muttered indifferently. "What out-and-proud lesbian wears a #LoveWins t-shirt to a bar in the middle of Nowhere, Wisconsin? She's gotta be straight. Hey Holden, ya think she's straight?"

Hunter, still struggling to concentrate away from his pent-up load, laughed.

"Hmmmm," the fox formed mock-binoculars. "My gaydar says yes."

Duke excitedly looked back to the she-wolf, only to next see her making out with another female wolfess. "Holden, you got it wrong--"

"He was being sarcastic, ya idiot." Hunter sniggered with the fox.

Soon after Spud got sugar-high on his seventh kiddie cocktail, the spotted hyena convinced Duke to join him on the dancefloor. At first the broad-shouldered pit bull was reluctant, until he relented later. Shrugging and smiling, Jason followed and shook their asses with the other patrons.

"Eh, what the hell?" he told Hunter and the others. "When in Rome!"

Hunter and Holden haplessly watched the sight of Jason, Duke and Spud enjoying themselves on the dancefloor. To the German shepherd, forgetting his chastity, swayed his body with the beat of the music. Holden noticed this and smirked before grabbing Hunter and dragging him out of the booth.

"Oof, ack, what the? Holden?" the jock grunted. "Holden, I can't--"

"Shhh, come on!" the fox giggled. "Dance, hun!"

He wanted to. Lords knows he wanted to, but the shepherd declined and sadly watched the red fox's ears fall before he smiled and skipped into the crowd.

The way Hunter's swollen balls throbbed underneath his hardening cock, he'd cum any second. He almost did in that moment, until he remembered his friends and a hundred eyes of Cherry Pop! patrons surrounded him. The thick cock constraining in his jeans and spare jockstrap leaked and throbbed and pulsed with each racing heartbeat as he watched the fox stretching and raising his tail to the beat of--

Bite my ass, you Kyell Gold-wannabe! Hunter growled before stifling a moan.

"Hunter?"

"Huh?" the German shepherd pulled back from his lustful stupor. "Dustin, what is it?"

"Why aren't you dancing with Holden? He looked disappointed."

"I'm...not in the mood for dancing," he told the quiet cheetah, trying to hide the musky bulge in his pants with his jacket. "You're not dancing either."

After a moment, Dustin smirked. "Did he work you up a bit?" he asked.

"N-No..." the shepherd tried to lie. "Stomach of ache."

"Sure," the quarterback captain replied, then patted Hunter's shoulder. "If it makes you feel better, Hunter, my girlfriend tried having me do the whole 'no masturbating' thing for a while too. Only lasted a few days, so I dunno how that fox of yours is doing okay about it."

Said fox rejoined them at the table before taking a long drink of his soda.

"I had a huge blast. Too bad you had to go, sweetie," Holden laughed, then hiccupped before looking to the Bengal and pit bull panting beside him. "Anyway, how're you both doing? Heh, Spud sure looks like he's having fun."

The hyperactive hyena they all knew and loved was still dancing and wagging his body against the other patrons. Whether they be boys, girl, a mixture of both and a blend of none, Spud didn't care. The guy was simply having fun.

"I'm pretty sure some dude went to second base on me," Duke flushed and shook his head, half-laughing and half-gasping for air. "You too, Jase?"

"Me too," the Bengal half-laughed, then covered his obvious boner. "Man, I haven't been to a place this wild since we went to that Platteville frat party last summer! You think that bouncer likes bending the rules for here, or what?"

Hunter followed Holden's gaze to said bouncer being tugged into a nearby men's bathroom by a cross-dressed wolf with pink hair. At his post was another brute crocodile in a security shirt, wearing an amused, shit-eating grin.

"Someone's certainly bending down for him," Hunter murmured.

"Yep. So boys," Holden sat up in his seat. "After we collect Spud, shall we go to the next destination for tonight? It'll definitely have stuff of interest for all of ya."

"Hell fucking yes!" the Bengal beamed.

"Like Belushi to a brothel," Duke licked his lips.

"I'm gonna regret this too, right?" Hunter asked Holden. "Aren't I?"

"Mmmmm....let's just say," The lithe fox in his arms leaned up into the shepherd's ear, "it'll help for tonight."

After paying their bill, pulling Spud away from the dancefloor and making around an unkempt alleyway (where couples were obviously making out and...other things), the gang arrived at a seedier building connected behind the Cherry Pop!

None were prepared.

Serving as a kaleidoscope of kinks and lust, the Red Rocket Adult Store chain was another establishment co-opting with the Cherry Pop! Inside sat a treasure trove of sex toys, douches, creams, erotica novels, comics, videos, bondage gear, collars, sexy clothing, ball gags, lubes of all flavors and lingerie of all sizes.

"Pinch me..." Jason drooled over the DVDs depicting big-breasted furs of all species. "Are we dead, Duke? Because I think we found Eden!"

"Fuck me..." Duke unceremoniously glared at every DVD on sale. "I'd cut off a fucking testicle for one of these."

Spud widened his eyes at the neighboring case. "Woah, mama!"

"Hey!" the cashier, an uninterested, somewhat older male ferret without a nametag, barked behind his counter. "If you plan to shoplift, let us know."

Duke, Jason and Spud laughed. "Alright, we'll do that, dude!"

"Thanks..." the ferret murmured, audibly whispering to himself, "God, not even supposed to be in here today."

"Kudos to the readers who get that reference," Holden laughed with his shepherd boyfriend in his arms. "Come on, let's look at the 'for guys' section."

What felt like hours sped on by, with everyone eventually wandering on their own through different sections, exploring each section like exhibits at a museum. After splitting up around the female/female section, Hunter went off to look around at some of the less erotic sections before rejoining with Holden (who apparently bought something by the literature aisle.

The guys rarely went by the male/male sections unless it involved gawking and loudly comparing their dicks with the dildos (much to the cashier's chagrin). For that reason, Hunter was surprised to discover Dustin reading something.

"Dustin, what're ya reading?" Holden questioned.

The cheetah, blushing under his cheekfur, swiftly put the comic away. "Nothing."

The fox smirked, as did Hunter. "You're reading a gay erotica comic, aren't you?"

"Don't be loud!" Dustin hissed, then glimpsed back to the other three teammates still choosing which DVD to purchase from their pool. Sighing, the quarterback looked back to the couple. "L-Look. I-I'm not gay or bi or...anything. I just...like reading this type of thing. I...like girls and such, but...my girlfriend...kinda got me into these a while ago. I still love Diana, but...is it weird?"

Hunter genuinely smiled to his team captain. "It isn't."

"Yeah, don't worry about it," Holden wagged his foxish tail at the feline. "I love that book, actually. Coop and Andy are so effing cute."

"Really?" Hunter perked his ears down to the lithe fox. "Emery and Andy are obviously gonna get together."

"Look at them though," Holden picked a copy and showed a certain scene. "See how he pours his heart out to the guy? Plus, his backstory in the prequel's so sad. Makes ya wanna give this guy a hug."

"Maybe," the shepherd emphasized the 'maybe'. "But sweetie, the guy's been nothing but an emo prick their entire life growing up, and now he's supposed to forgive Coop and get together with him? A little cliched isn't it?"

"Maybe," the fox emphasized even more, "but I have my reasons for CoopxAndy instead of EmeryxAndy."

"Why's that?" Hunter chuckled, looking down at the smaller, stubborn fox. "Why would he just fall in love for his childhood bully, even if he does want to change?"

The trademark vulpine grin reappeared. "The same reason I fell in love with you."

Damn!

"Okay, lovebirds, take it down a notch," the cheetah laughed, then bashfully asked, "Do you uh...know any other comics to...recommend?"

"Plenty!" the victorious red fox yipped. "There's this and 'Little Buddy' if you're for sex-oriented plots, but if you want character-driven, go for 'Circles', 'Unconditional'..."

Blinking at the smaller canine, Hunter knew one thing only.

Good fucking God, I love this fox.

~*~*~*~*~

At last, Hunter and Holden were dropped off at the shepherd jock's home, both canines ran upstairs kissing and pulling each other's clothes off in a hurried pace. They thanked God Hunter's parents went out on a date of their own.

Down to their undies (or in the large dog's case, his jockstrap), Hunter pushed the smaller fox onto the bed and straddled him. Holden whimpered as the muscular canine rubbed and licked at his neck like a thirsty man for water, then at how quickly the shepherd yanked off the fox's briefs off. His vulpine length, glistening and leaking with cum, flopped onto the smaller canine's stomach and made Hunter drool. As the sight and scent of it all drove him crazy, he grabbed the helms of his jockstrap and lowered it until his dick basked and hung in the open air.

In his lust-fueled mind, he almost plunged it in when--

"Woah, stop sweetie!" Holden held his paws up and gave a stern look to the towering shepherd. "You are not going in dry."

Frozen and whimpering, Hunter's cock stood proud and begging.

"Lemme grab something."

The fox hurriedly turned over and dug into the Red Rocket bag by the bed, blocking his puckered entrance with his tail. Hunter, huffing and panting at the curvature and wiggle of Holden's firm buttocks. The white-and-red fur forming a heart around his rear, and the curling of his fluffy tail drove him wild. Licking his lips, the shepherd scooted over and nuzzled his boyfriend's shivering neck.

"Aha!"

"Lube?" he sniffed the air. "Is...that cherry?"

"I applied some in the bathroom at the store," the fox triumphantly presented a bottle of cherry-flavored lube to the dog. Pouring a cold slop of it onto the jock's twitching rod, Holden's slender fingers stroked it more and more like an old pump. After placing the bottle back into the bag and slowly wrapping a condom (courtesy of their Halloween adventure) along the delicate shaft, something crossed the German shepherd's mind.

"I'm...sorry I left you like that in the bar," Hunter apologized, winching at how hard and throbbing his lubed length was. Kicking his jockstrap off the bed and looking into Holden's confused, equally horny eyes, he said, "I want to dance with you, but--"

"Sweetie," the fox pulled him closer until their noses touched. A determined look of need ignited. "Please...be that overconfident canine I know and do me, my Big Bad Birthday Wolf."

Hunter, lustful but still questioningly aware, asked, "Are you sure--oof!"

"Yes, dammit!"

Without a beat, Holden flung the larger canine on his back and sat on his lap, pressing the German shepherd's throbbing length against the fox's pert ass. Careful and precise, they aligned his head to Holden's sphincter, gently pressed in and past the wonderful muscle everyone calls the 'love button'.

The floodgates now opened, and Hunter didn't back away.

He thrust deeper inside the fox to the hilt and made his boyfriend scream with pleasure, then stifled it with his lips and canid tongue. They licked the other's lips and groaned as the shepherd's instincts kicked into overdrive, leaving Holden to writhe on top as he wrapped his paws and legs around the muscular specimen of a German shepherd. Hunter huffed deep breaths as he bred him, causing the bed to creak as loud as an old mattress.

"Oh! Oh, damn!" Holden whimpered and panted, feeling his cock throb and bounce on his boyfriend's sweaty, chiseled abs. "I-I'm not g-gonna last...long! Oh, fuck!"

"M..Me too! Ugh, shit!" Hunter moaned as he throbbed into the fox above him.

Squeezing apart Holden's firm cheeks, the jock shoved his shaft deeper at the fox's prostate, earning him a heavenly moan. Hunter grit his teeth and pounded his hips downward and faster, running his claws through the fur on Holden's sweaty, musky back. Sitting up onto his knees and gripping the fox in his arms, the shepherd began thrusting further in and out. His shaft slickened and waxed his insides, making them moan louder and louder.

"Fuck, oh fuck! Fuck me, Hunter!" Holden whined into the jock's chest. "Fuck me! I-I'm gonna cum! Ahh!"

"Oh, foxy!" Hunter moaned, coming closer and closer to orgasm. "Mfh! I'm gonna...! Oh, foxy, I'm gonna...!"

Collapsing backwards and violently curling his toes into the strewn bedsheets, Hunter Thurman bucked his hips one final time.

In an instant, the pent-up energy of the past week burst and filled the condom up, but the shepherd kept thrusting. All this time looking at Holden, all the times he wanted to masturbate and get blown by the fox's velvet lips, now it teetered over.

Holden arched his back "Ahhhhhh, fuck! Fuck! MFH! AH! OH, HUNTER!"

Cue the Hallelujah chorus, readers.

The smell and texture of musky fox splat against Hunter's muzzle, then grunted when the fox mounting him collapsed into his arms, their hearts beating a mile a minute, cum and sweat covering them all over, the only sound being their intense wheezes for air. It was like they'd never ejaculated before.

Hunter began laughing as he held the exhausted fox. Holden laughed too.

"Oh my God, that was good," he giggled, then sniffed the air before glancing to the muscular shepherd still groping his rear. "Oh Hunter, you have..." Without a word, Holden leaned up and licked away some of his cum off the dog's muzzle. "Mmmm."

After a moment, still catching their breath and basking in their afterglow, both giggled and nuzzled the other. Congratulations you two. You're no longer virgins.

"Shut up," they murmured into the other's necks.

"Happy Birthday, Hunter~<3" Holden kissed him.

Sometime later, the German shepherd slowly pulled his flaccid length from the fox's backdoor and tossed the used condom away.

"There," Hunter grunted, "we wasted a condom between two guys who'd never had sex."

Holden nipped his neck. "Mmmm," he grinned with visible fangs. "Maybe we can go all natural the next time?"

"Mmmm, I like the thought,"

After a few minutes of cleaning up and shower (mainly involving the lovebirds kissing), Hunter and Holden curled up again naked on the bed, staring tiredly and happily into their eyes.

"Sweetie?" Hunter, curling his tail over the lithe fox like a second blanket, panted into the tired fox's ear, "How the hell did you stay calm this past week?"

Holden formed his vulpine grin again. "Years of practice."

"Practice, eh?" the shepherd grinned, nibbling on his boyfriend's ear.

Holden squealed and retaliated with his ticklish fingers, eventually pinning his small body once again on Hunter. They wrestled and eventually found themselves with the larger canine spooning the smaller into his embrace.

"Hunter?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"Mmmm...I love you too."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

"I love you upmost."

"I love you higher."

"I love you further!"

"Getting tricky, are we?" Hunter snickered. "Well, I love you forever."

The fox swished his tail at the jock's ankles. "I love you forevermore..."

Alright, something says the readers are getting bored now, so I'll see you two again in a few months. Have fun explaining your noisy first time to the neighbors.

Hunter ears and tail flared up. "Wait, what!?"

This is payback for calling me a Kyell Gold-wannabe.

Suddenly a loud series of knocks echoed downstairs.

"You no-good, shady, perverted son of a..."

The End