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High School of Cliches: An Awkward Thanksgiving

By: Domus Vocis

Thanksgiving: a time for friends, for meeting family relatives, and to--

"G-God! Ahh Mfh! Oh, Holden!"

"Ack, easy there, honey! Ahh! Ahhnn!"

Um, excuse me?

"Sorry, Holden. How about...ah! Nhh! Nhh!"

"Fuck! Mfh, augh! Ahhh! Oh God, that's the spot..."

Will you two be quiet? I'm trying to do some tranquil exposition for readers--

"Ahh~! Mmnhh! Ahh! Holy shit, you're hard..."

"Mwah! Ahhh! God! Mnnnn, you like that, Foxy? Ngh!"

"Holy shit, where'd you learn to do that, H-Hunter?"

Are you two even listening to me?

"Nahhhh! Oh, shit! Mfh, mfh! Don't stop, don't stop!"

"Oh! Hhff! Oh fuck, I can feel it! Ohhhh, ahhhn!"

Stop having sex in that damn car, you two. Don't you want the story to continue?

"Ngh! Ugh! Ahhhh! N-N-Not--oh, shit!--really..."

"Maybe he'll go away, sweetieahhhhhhhh~!"

You two be quiet. As the narrator, I need to explain what has happened.

"Go...uh...publish a-another book or something! Ngh!"

"Ahhhhhhhh...I think, Aaaa! Hnnn, I felt another i-inch there!"

"Mmmmfh! Ahhh, oh that's it! Ngh...Nhh! I'm so close...!"

"Ahhhhh, don't s-stop that! S-So good, so good! Ahhh!"

Let me do my job, or I'll include 'vore' and 'diaper fetish' into the story tags.

Three...two...one--

"You win, you win, you win!" Holden huffed in a deep panic. "Alright?!"

"Fine, get it over with!" Hunter nodded impatiently as he covered himself. "Go on! Anything but those!"

Gladly. Where was I?

"Something about friends and family relatives?"

Thanks, Hunter.

Said German shepherd growled, "Go suck a giant, massive c--"

Thanksgiving: a time for friends, for meeting family relatives, and to remember why you stay away from said family relatives. As a formerly-closeted bisexual high schooler, the one thing Hunter did not look forward to was facing his extended family members today. If experience taught him anything, his sexuality would be the highlight of any gathering (which was why he convinced the fox to have a quickie at their usual spot, the abandoned rental storage). Forget losing weight or voting during a controversial election year: the real gossip came from being gay.

"I'm bi! You know it!"

Keep saying that, but people won't believe it. Trust me, I know.

It got even worse. Already, the yaoi fangirls have formed the HunterxHolden Fan Club and was gaining members in droves. George Johnson still acted like a massive twat at Hunter during football practice and there was Angela flirting/making homophobic remarks whenever she got the chance to see him. You figure out the logic.

However, if anything good came from the week, it was no longer being a virgin.

"You...said it!" Holden giggled and wiggled underneath the German shepherd. "We've been screwing around more than we should."

"Are you done now?" Hunter panted, still feeling his cock throb inside the fox.

Yes.

"Good."

He gave one massive thrust, and wet warmth enveloped his cock.

Holden moaned aloud in different tunes like a musical orchestra, pushing his hips back over the invading length. Kneeling above him, the German shepherd cradled the fox while gritting his canine teeth. His warm shaft slicked in and out of his snug tightness like a piston. He kept grunting and pushing deeper into his boyfriend, gripping his wrists and pushing his toes against his discarded pants. Hunter's cherry-lubed, slickened length slid in and out in rapid lunges until...

"Nhh! Uhhhn! Oh, Holden, I'm...I'm gonna~!"

The muscular canine lay atop the fox and tenderly held him in his arms. Hearts beat as one, fingers entwined, necks felt nuzzled, and tails twitched between their legs as liquid warmth flooded out. Their arms caressed each other's back and their claws ran through their fine fur, with Holden murring at the touch of feeling the jock's toned muscles and back. In return, Hunter nibbled and licked at his shivering fox's tender neck. Through the intense afterglow, their musky sweat mixed in with the scent of their cum, indicating they'd need to grab another car freshener before going back.

"Speaking of which..." Holden panted, almost whimpering, "We need to go."

Hunter could not let go of the fox if he tried.

"Do we need to? I mean, we've been very inconsistent with musk in this world, haven't we?"

Holden rolled his eyes.

"Come on," he chuckled and grunted underneath the larger dog. "One, we'll be late and your parents will be mad. Two, you're kinda crushing me."

The muscular shepherd sighed. "Fine, fine," he grumbled, sitting up and stretching his legs in the back seat of his car. "Let's get dressed then and head back."

After putting their clothes back on and cleaning up with tissues, Hunter drove to the dollar store for a pine-scented car freshener. It was one thing to be outed in a small town, but another to have a passing neighbor or his friend smell their essence in the seats. It was an effing miracle he was able to bargain with the neighbors from last week not to tell anyone about his and the fox's late-night birthday sexcapades. Holden seemed spirited for meeting the German shepherd's relatives. It wasn't like Hunter and he were planning to marry anytime soon--hell, it'd only been three months--but something about the fox's excited but blasé attitude confused him immensely.

Rolling into the driveway, they exited the Ion and went inside to the overwhelming smell of booked pumpkin and roasting turkey from in the kitchen.

"Where have you two been?" came Hunter's Mom from up the stairs. When she knelt down to give Holden a welcoming hug, something caught her nose.

"Do I smell cherry on you two?"

The fur on Hunter's neck bristled, and he folded his ears. "Well, you see--"

"Remind me again why you're not with your mother and sister?" Hunter's father asked from down the hallway, saving them. "I figured you'd be celebrating together."

The younger German shepherd silently thanked Dad for the recovery, but it didn't relieve the sudden tension brought to Holden at his side. If there was one thing Holden didn't like talking about, it was his extended family.

"Well...my Mom and Mary are visiting my grandmother in Marinette," the fox explained, his eyes drawing away from them in timid embarrassment. "Not long after my Dad went...ballistic, the rest of my relatives quickly learned about me being into, well guys. Grandma Brewin hated what he did, but...well, let's just say she's never liked me to begin with, but she still loves my mom to death."

"That bad, huh?" Hunter asked. "I mean, not 'Show Dogs' bad, but still bad."

Holden decided to change the conversation as they sat at the kitchen counter, which lay overcrowded with cooking items and treats for the night's upcoming dinner (and dessert aftermath).

"Mind telling me what your relatives are like?" he asked curiously. "I know your aunt's coming right?"

"Michael is coming too, and is excited to meet you again, Holden," Mrs. Thurman spoke as she prepared the big turkey. "Ugh, Hunter, mind holding the oven open?"

"Sure thing," Hunter stood and did that. "On my Dad's side, Aunt Tambra is sassy and Uncle Nicky's an older, blue-collar conservative in the Midwest. He also has a religious obsession with the Green Bay Packers and has quite a beer belly. The difference between him and my Dad--no offense!"

Mr. Thurman laughed from the living room over the TV. "None taken!"

"--is that he's more boisterous and they don't have kids. Or at least, Aunt Tambra does, but they're attending college all the way down in Texas and won't be visiting this year."

"Do they..." Holden asked uneasily, "do they know we're together?"

"Don't worry!" Mom patted Holden's shoulder. "I'm unsure of Uncle Nicky, but I know he can really loosen up when he has a few. As for Tambra, well...let's just say she can be a little too outspoken about herself..."

Hunter and Holden swiveled their ears.

"Huh?

"How so?"

An hour later, all was revealed by the ring of a doorbell.

"Aunt Tambra!"

"Hunter!"

The elder shepherd leaned up to hug Hunter, who gladly reciprocated. At half a foot shorter than Holden, Tambra Thurman aged well for a woman in her thirties. Wearing jeans and a peach-colored sweater underneath her coat, she seemed happy to be out of the early winter cold. Her headfur was made in a ponytail that matched her rich brown fur. Greys of hair remained on her thin cheeks, and the smile emitting from her muzzle could be used to cut butter.

Meanwhile, her husband lumbering behind helped take her jacket off. A few years older than his brother, the German shepherd had seen better days from his youth. Proudly presenting a potbelly underneath a large sports jersey from his younger years, layers of grey fur interweaved from the corners of his eyes and lips. His tail wagged at the sight of his eldest nephew. Twinges of cigarette smoke mixed with the smell of hastily sprayed cologne, making Hunter gag slightly underneath his genuine smile.

"It's nice to see you, boy!"

"It's great to see you too Uncle Nicky!"

"Why do you smell like cherry?"

"Uh..."

"Meet any cute girls yet?"

"Uncle Nicky..."

"Nick, did you gain a few pounds?"

"Hehe, you're one to talk, Greg. Do I smell beer on you already?"

"It's only afternoon; can't a man drink a bottle on Thanksgiving?"

"Karen, dear! It's been too long!"

"Tambra, darling! I hope your boys are doing well?"

"Oh yes they are! Hank and Bob are graduating next year and wanted me to say 'hi' for you. And Greg, how's the plant?"

Mr. Thurman sighed. "Tiring to say the least."

"And who's this?" Tambra glanced to the meek fox lingering by her nephew. "A friend of yours?"

Before Hunter could say or do a thing, the red fox beat him to it.

"Holden Brewin," he shook her paw, wagging his tail and smiling that foxy smile that welcomed everyone. "I'm in most of his classes at school."

"Good to meet another one of Hunter's friends," she replied with a returning smile. "Especially one who doesn't smell like a dirty gym sock."

"Aunt Tambra..." he moaned. "I told you Jason says he's sorry."

"Why aren't you with your family?" Nicky asked as he stretched in his jersey.

"Eh, there's a bit of bad blood in my family at the moment," Holden inanely replied. "I hope the drive went well, sir?"

"Oh, believe me: Driving from Milwaukee to this town isn't a little feat. It also didn't help Tambra here was stuck choosing between a regular sweater and this pink thing."

"Hey!" she scoffed, "It's not pink, dear. It's peach. Pink is tacky."

Kudos to the reader who gets that reference.

"If not, Google 'Circles' after this," Hunter murmured while his aunt and uncle hounded poor Holden about school and such. "And do you always have to point out how old my relatives are compared to me?"

Yes, but just you wait.

Yippee..., the jock thought uneagerly. What's next? Aunt Patricia bursting through the door with a bottle of non-alcoholic grape wine?

Suddenly, the door burst open and in came a female German shepherd wearing wide-loose pants and red blouse under a brown jacket matching most of her fur. A mop of blonde headfur lay between her greying but perked ears, while in one paw was an unopened bottle of celebratory wine (non-alcoholic, of course).

"Aunt Patricia!" he leaned into her hug.

"Hey there Hunter!" she squeezed him back, glancing to a ticked Karen in the hallway. "Happy Thanksgiving, sis."

"You know you could've knocked, Pat." She groaned. "And tell me you didn't drive while holding onto that bottle for everyone to see?"

"Well where's the fun in that?" she laughed, glancing back behind her. "Mike, get the hell in here before you catch cold! And hey there, Holden."

On cue came in a smaller canine wearing a small jacket, which notably had a red cloud on the chest and back. Pulling it off, he was revealed to be a half-wolf, half-shepherd dog with a toothy grin and short headfur. In his right paw was a Gameboy long forgotten by the sight of his older cousin and the fox.

"Hunter-senpai!" he giggled, running to hug them both. "Holden-senpai!"

"Hey there, Michael-kun!" Hunter laughed while playing with the younger shepherd's hair. "Whatcha playing on there?"

"Solatorobo: Red the Hunter!" he spoke, his eyes still glued to the small screen. "Thank you so much for recommending it to me!"

"Ugh, why do you have him watch that anime stuff so much, Pat?" Hunter heard his mother ask Aunt Patricia. "Too much can't be healthy for him."

She shrugged. "It beats getting a babysitter, sis."

"Besides," Greg lamented, "in this day and age, people with too much time have been obsessed with sillier things that take up more of their lives than it should."

"Like what the Star Wars canon is?" Uncle Nicky wisecracked.

Ouch. That's gonna get the Internet pissed.

You think? Hunter and Holden thought at once.

"Anyway," Karen cleared her throat, "can you help me in the kitchen? I'm kinda swamped. Tambra?"

"Ah, sorry, but the drive was tiring and I wanna rest a bit, okay?"

"Fine," she groaned. "As long as you don't have me cleaning. I've already done enough of that at work this morning."

"Mind if I help out?" Holden asked the two women. "I don't wanna feel like an extra wheel."

"The more the merrier," Mrs. Thurman chirped.

"Come on, Nick, I'm gonna watch the game," Mr. Thurman eagerly announced.

"Wait," he asked, "the Packers, the Brewers, the Bucks, the Gamblers or the Badgers?"

Greg smirked. "Yes."

In the family room, everyone else settled in. As Michael chatted to Uncle Nicky and a sports-distracted Uncle Greg about the latest shows he's watched, Hunter sat on the couch talking to his Aunt Tambra about what's happened at school.

"So your classmate destroyed a mailbox?" she wheezed with laughter. "Oh my God, that poor woman."

"Tell that to Duke," Hunter added, "After he got caught with the actual mailbox in his room, his parents made the pit bull walk to Mrs. Burgess' house, carrying it with him, and made him apologize before the old lady wacked him in the head with her cane." The German shepherd snickered. "Not only that, but now he's grounded for the rest of the year and can't hang out with us, save for football practice."

"But...?"

The jock shook his muzzle. "Now he's working off the mailbox by doing her yardwork, but he keeps telling us she's making him work more than he has to so Mrs. Burgess can have her own personal slave at home."

"Wow. Just wow," Tambra guffawed, curling her tail onto her lap. "I mean, your uncle has done some stupid things to Mrs. Burgess back in the old days--"

"Like that one time I shat on her doorstep?" he laughed across the room, then gave a serious gaze to his two nephews. "Do not tell her about that, boys. And don't say 'shit', Michael."

"Yes, Uncle Nicky."

Hunter turned back to his aunt. "So yeah, life's been good."

"I'm glad so. You're eighteen and already have yet a year after this one until you graduate. Meet anyone interesting," Tambra grinned, then leaned forward to say, "like that fox of yours?"

Hunter widened his eyes to saucer plates and glimpsed to find his uncle still distracted by his ecstatic cousin, telling him to watch Naruto with him sometime.

Looking back to his aunt, the shepherd jock whispered, "Y-You knew? How?"

Aunt Tambra chuckled. "Well, an aunt doesn't watch her nephew's social media pages for nothing. It must've been hard."

Tell him about it.

"Can it," Hunter growled in annoyance. "You wrote it that way!"

Tambra sighed. "Your uncle knows too, but he's a bit in denial."

"I can hear you two! And I ain't a homophobe! I just hoped you'd be bi."

"I am!"

"He is!"

Hunter and Michael spoke at once.

Uncle Nicky laughed and pointed a bottle to the air. "Hallelujah then!"

"By the way, Holden is just adorable," Tambra mentioned. "He's so sweet, kind, polite. Knowing your choices, I'd say he's just a keeper."

The younger shepherd blushed under his cheekfur. "Y-Yeah, he is."

"You have got to come visit Milwaukee sometime!" she giggled. "I know this one giraffe who knows a couple wolves that are gay, and you would get along so well with them! We just went to see 'Love, Simon' in theaters, and it was so sweet!"

"I'm bi but...okay."

"Oh my God, you also have to come out with me to a gay pride parade next year--no pun intended," she giggled gleefully, further adding to the awkwardness. "Do you two check out guys together? How long have you known you were gay? How'd you two meet in school? I know this other shepherd who knows a vixen who knows a female dog in Wausau..."

Hunter laughed uneasily, not even attempting to correct the second question.

***

Meanwhile, Holden was occupied in helping Mrs. Thurman and Patricia (with the latter passively watching half the time). At first it felt strange and awkward, but Hunter's mother did not hesitate to include the fox in as much of the cooking as possible. He helped cut green beans, assisted in preparing the turkey and gladly ate the remains of dessert by licking the spoon.

"And that is the most embarrassing memory of Hunter's childhood," she finished, then quickly added, "but don't tell him I told you."

Grinning from ear to twitching ear, Holden nodded. "You bet."

Aunt Patricia laughed. "You think that's bad, you should hear about the time he was at my house and..."

Minutes later, it was time.

"Dinner's almost ready!" Mrs. Thurman called from the hallway.

Tired and more spent than the average EZ-Mart associate, Hunter stumbled through the kitchen with his relatives. In the emptied garage lay a large table full of an assortment of foods, the entire room flooded by the smells of cooked turkey, corn, mashed potatoes, potato salad and darkening gravy. Everyone walking in felt their maws water hungrily.

Hunter was no exception as well, who happily sat beside the fox while everyone grabbed a chair. "How're you feeling, sweetie?" the fox asked.

"I listened to my aunt talk about her 'gay friends' for almost two hours," he whined softly.

"Aww, you poor thing," he murmured, leaning up to the German shepherd's twitching ear. "If you want, I can make you feel better tomorrow, or maybe tonight if you behave?"

Like that, Hunter's mood lightened up. "Thanks."

They lightly kissed, then rolled their eyes at Aunt Tambra awing at them.

"They look so cute together," she said.

"Bleh," Uncle Nicky groaned, "you say that about every couple you see."

"Michael dear," Tambra ignored her husband and asked her nephew, "In one of your anime shows, uh...Volt-something...?"

Michael 's ears visibly perked. "'Voltron: Legendary Defender'?"

"Yeah! Yeah!" she chirped in remembrance. "I remember hearing that one of its main characters is now gay, right?"

"Well," the younger dog grumbled, "to be honest, I stopped watching after what the show did to Lotor. I really liked him."

"Same here," Holden bowed his head. "He could've been the next Prince Zuko, but no. Instead they screwed him over and left a bad taste in our maws."

"Tell me about it..." Michael groaned. "When it was all said and done, I stopped watching, even with that reveal of what really happened to Shiro. Right now, I'm kinda afraid to see the next season...since..."

"Because you're afraid they'll mess it up even more?" the fox finished for him.

"Pretty much. Granted, the season isn't modern Spongebob bad, but still..."

Hunter glanced to see his aunt and uncle listening to the fox and their nephew's conversation. What nearly made him laugh aloud were the confused looks on their faces. They clearly had no idea what they were talking about, and neither did our own protagonist.

"Actually, I just finished watching the newest seasons online."

Michael whistled excitedly at Holden. "And how are the new seasons, Holden-senpai?" he asked, clearly intrigued once again. "I hear they're going home! Do they see their families again? Will they win?"

He sighed with a short smile, "Let's just say--"

Ding-dong!

Everyone paused what they were doing.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

"I'll get it! I'll get it!" Michael sat up and bolted down the hallway.

"Greg, did you invite anyone else over?" Karen asked, to which he shook his muzzle. "Tambra? Nick?" Again, no. "Pat?"

"Why would I?" she scoffed, scooping some potato salad on her plate.

The sound of a door opening could be hard from the garage, along with a gasp.

"Grandma Thurman?"

Everyone froze in their tracks, and suddenly the warm atmosphere became tense with immediate dread. Their wagging tails ceased movement, as did the smiles adorned on everyone's muzzles.

"She's here???" Karen hissed, "Pat, put that away, put that away! Greg, Hunter, come with me!"

"Gotcha, sweetie!" Mr. Thurman stood.

Hunter rose from his seat to follow his parents to the front door, feeling the fur on the back of his neck rise with trepidation. Forcing a genuine smile onto his muzzle, he and his parents arrived at the front door to meet a small figure. Wearing a large overcoat despite the fall weather, and hunched with a wrinkly scowl, the female shepherd saw her hosts as displayed as a waiter tabling an ungrateful customer.

"Mom, you're here!" Greg reached her into a hug. "A little late, but here."

"Don't mind me," she coughed. "The cab driver was a fat loser who couldn't follow directions off a map, so it's no wonder I'm a little late to dinner. I hope you haven't started without me, because Lord knows--"

"No, no, no, we'd never do that to you, Bernice!" Karen laughed nervously. "Come in, come in, we were just getting started."

"Hunter, it's so good to see you!" the elder shepherd pulled the taller dog into a hug. "I hope you're keeping up with your studies, young man? And not just tossing balls around like a ninny."

Hunter grit his teeth. "Yes I have."

Grandma Thurman chuckled and patted his cheek. "Good pup. Happy Thanksgiving."

Greg and Hunter helped guide her into the garage as everyone in the garage greeted her, including a certain red fox in a festive red-and-orange polo shirt.

"Who are you?" she asked the fox.

"Holden Brewin," he shook her firm paw. "I uh, I'm a friend of your grandson, Hunter. They invited me for--"

"Yeah, yeah, nice to meet you too!" she waved him off. "Can we please get started in prayer so we can eat?"

Hunter lowered his head in prayer with everyone around the table. During this he prayed for his family, his boyfriend, and everyone else to safely endure this misfortune in today's relaxation. He also wished he worst for the narrator for being quote, a 'overdramatic tool', which will not be dignified with a response.

"Amen, everybody eat."

Like hungry dogs, they stood up and went in line for food. To save himself the trouble of working out more, he selected only a turkey slice, two scoops of potato salad, and opted to skip the traditional pumpkin pie after dinner. However, that didn't mean Hunter made a promise.

Sitting beside his fox again, he felt his phone vibrate with a new text message.

"Why're u acting like it's the apocalypse? :-/" Holden asked, the fox's face visibly confused. "Is your grandma super-stern or something?"

Hunter couldn't help but chuckle at the quiet table.

"Super-duper-triple-stern. Let's just say..." the nervous shepherd replied back, "Grandma Thurman makes Mrs. Burgess look like Pope Francis in Greenwich Village. They're even bingo buddies X(."

"Jeez, that bad?"

"One time when I was a cub, she recommended dad hit me with a belt whenever I cried or shouted. She claimed it'd quiet me."

"Yikes. Are u talking about her or my dad? >.<"

"Lol. She's pretty strict, so don't try to say anything that may set her off."

"How so?"

"Hunter! You and your friend quit texting and eat the food your mother cooked."

Dammit, the younger shepherd sighed.

During the rest of dinner, Hunter tried to resist grabbing onto Holden's paw under the tablecloth, even with his plate(s) empty and everyone else mowing on their food. In between bites, his phone vibrated more in his pocket. At first he thought it was Holden secretly texting him, but, to his initial surprise, Holden hadn't reached under the counter since his grandmother's order.

"Nicholas," she turned to him as he mowed down a turkey leg, "how's Madison doing for you and Tambra lately? I hear the traffic there is a nightmare."

Hunter watched as his uncle swallowed an entire maw full of turkey and corn.

"Bernice, we live in Milwaukee," his wife saved him. "We've been living there for five years now."

"You--urp!--already know that, Mom," Uncle Nicky softened his burping. "Sorry."

"Well don't blame me for wanting you to move to Milwaukee instead of Madison," she scoffed. "You always disliked our governor, so no wonder you despised the best decisions for you and your family. Speaking of which, when are you giving me grandkids like your brother already has?"

Seeing his aunt and uncle put in a corner, Hunter decided to step in.

Someday I'm going to murder you for this.

Sure, and I'll be nominated for an Ursa Major.

"Hey Grandma, I'm doing well in school!" he announced. "And in football."

Like that, her attention to Nicky melted away towards him.

"I'm so proud of you, my boy!" she laughed, taking another bite of the turkey. "I kept telling Franklin, Lord rest his soul, that his grandson would be a star quarterback like he was. I remember seeing him so happy in sports, making friends like you have."

Hunter wagged his tail under his chair. "Thank you, Grandma."

"You don't say?" Holden asked in. "I take it Franklin is Hunter's grandpa, right? Was he a good player as him?"

"He was so great!" Grandma Thurman nodded among large chewing. "He always knew how to handle balls out there."

In the blink of an eye, Hunter covered Holden's muzzle with a paw as Aunt Tambra covered Michael's maw as well. Each gave a death glare at their attempts.

"Mfh, not so rough next time..." Holden murmured to the shepherd after he let go.

That's what she said.

"Shut it..." Hunter muttered.

"Hunter," Grandma Thurman asked a moment later. "Are you seeing anyone at the moment? Do you have a girlfriend?"

He avoided making a glance between her and Holden to his left.

"Uh, not at the moment, actually," he replied. "I've dated a bit, but I've been more focused on school lately."

"What about that one vixen, uh...Fiona, right?"

Hunter shook his muzzle. "She was a classmate helping me with tutoring, Grandma. That's it."

"I don't like that you don't have a girlfriend at your age," Grandma Thurman frowned before slicing another layer of turkey. "I mean, what does a boy your age do now? Stay in their room with the lights out? That sounds pathetic."

With that, Hunter could see Uncle Nicky struggling not to burst out laughing. His ears folded down and his cheeks burned.

"Grandma..." he moaned.

The shepherd could feel his phone vibrating even more insistently.

"If you're wanting a steady girlfriend, I know a friend of mine at the nursing home," she went on, "She has a beautiful daughter--"

"That-That won't be necessary, Grandma."

The greying German shepherd perked a gray ear. "Why not?"

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

"Thank God," Hunter could hear his mother mutter. "I'll get that."

When Grandma Thurman turned to talk with Uncle Nicky, Hunter didn't wait and checked phone. On his screen were twenty-three messages from Veronica, one of the cheerleaders at school, all her texts saying the same thing:

"Hunter! Pick up! Angela is coming over to your house!"

From down the hallway came a gasp, then, "Oh Hunty~?"

Like deer in the literal headlights, Hunter and Holden widened their eyes and stood up from their chairs. Before any could anticipate, a yellow blur flashed towards the shepherd jock and pulled him into a death hug. Wearing a bright pink shirt and tight pair of stylish short shorts that matched her icy eyes, this golden she-wolf wagged her tail at his sides.

"Happy Thanksgiving, sweetie!" Angela Preacher greeted. "It took me two hours to convince Daddy to let me spend Thanksgiving with you! I hope you don't mind?"

"Ugh, not again..."

Aunt Patricia refilled her glass. "The plot now thickens, huh?"

"You could have called us ahead of time, Angela," Karen crossed her arms in a not-too-pleased gesture. "We started dinner about ten minutes ago."

"Oh I'm so sorry I didn't do that, Mrs. Thurman," she folded an ear before perking both sky high with beaming teeth, "but I wanted to make it a surprise for Hunty!"

"'Surprise'?" Hunter could hear his Dad mutter, "'Nuisance' is more like it."

The golden she-wolf's smile fell. "What did you say?"

Greg curled his tail in fear. "Oh! Uh..."

"Who the hell is this?" Grandma Thurman enquired. "Your girlfriend?"

Immediately, Hunter saw the flicker of an idea in Angela's grin.

"Nobody, Grandma!" Hunter pulled her around the table, "She's just lost, so here's the door! Happy Thanksgiving and don't come back--"

"Hunty! How in the world can you be ashamed to introduce me to your grandmother?" she wrenched away from his grasp and walked to the elderly canine. "I'm Angela Preacher. It's nice to finally meet you!"

"You're my grandson's girlfriend then?" the elder canine shook her paw. "Strange. Five minutes ago, he was saying he wasn't dating anybody..."

Struggling to keep calm, Hunter simply sat back into his chair and tightly gripped his phone on the table. If there were two people in his life that did not need to ever interact, they were his senile, God-fearing grandmother and the psychotic she-wolf lusting for him. Like oil and gasoline, with his love for Holden being a spark that could ignite them both into a firestorm.

"Oh Hunty can be overdramatic sometimes," she waved it off and laughed a bit too high-pitched. "In the time we've been together, he likes to take jokes a little too far. The same with Henry."

"My name is Holden," said fox added.

"Whatever. Anyway, I thought I'd stop my and prove to you that Hunty's been a fantastic boyfriend of mine."

"That's good, that's good," Grandma Thurman nodded. "I hope you're not being too much of a chain for him? God knows you both need to worry about school first, and he needs to focus on football."

"I wouldn't worry about that," she smiled, her eyes staring directly at him and the fox. "After all, God doesn't look happily towards liars."

In other words, "Be my boyfriend or I'll out you and Holden to your grandmother."

You think??? Hunter thought angrily. That bitch thinks she can blackmail me in front of my Grandma and boyfriend and get away with it?!

Calm down, Simon Spier.

Why should I? You're the one writing this angst shit! Next thing you know--

The newest picture appearing on his phone made Hunter's blood run cold.

Then it made his boner reluctantly filled with blood as well.

It was a photo of Angela pulling her pink shirt up to her neck, revealing two beautifully curved mounds with perked nipples. Both of her breasts hung like the statue of a goddess. She held a look of lust and driven ecstasy on her face, and in the background behind her, he could see she was in a fancy bathroom with white tiles and a large, glass shower. Based on the décor, it had to be from the Preacher Mansion outside of town.

Uhh if she didn't look so hot, I'd wanna puke, he groaned before hearing someone breathe by his side.

"Is that...?" Holden whispered next to him. "Oh Christ, really?"

Hunter immediately turned his phone off and covered his boner with a paw. Looking back up to Angela, the German shepherd could see her listening to one of Grandma Thurman's ramblings about 'kids today'. And putting her cellphone away.

"Anyway, I gotta go visit the lady's room now," Angela said, spinning around to her 'boyfriend', "but don't finish dinner without me!" Flicking her tail, the golden-furred she-wolf gave a wink and a kiss on his cheek before looking over to Holden. "Mind putting a chair between you and him for me? Okay, thanks!"

The moment she walked down the hallway, and everyone could hear a door close on the other end of the house, came an exhale of tension.

"Alright, what is going on here?"

"Huh?" Hunter asked.

Grandma Thurman frowned and set her fork and knife down.

"Don't 'huh' me, Hunter Zebadiah Thurman. She is a liar and so are you," she growled. "I may be old, but that doesn't mean I'm not senile just yet. You're not the kind of boy to go for a broad like her. Who is she, really?"

"A running gag," Holden murmured.

"What did you say?" she asked firmly, making both canines straighten themselves up in their chairs. "Hunter, do not lie to me; who is this she-wolf? And why did she look at your friend like she wanted to murder him?"

The younger shepherd glanced to the fox sitting beside him.

"She's...a classmate from school," Hunter began. He knew better than to stall his grandmother whenever she spoke in a serious tone. "She's a cheerleader and the school's queen bee. She's had a massive crush on me for a while, but I'm not interested in her."

"Why not?" Grandma Thurman implored. "With a body like that, I'm surprised she hasn't already seduced you."

Everyone did their best to keep straight faces, much to Hunter's chagrin. Without waiting anymore, he let it out.

"Angela is a spoiled, selfish, attention-hungry b...girl...who thinks that just because she's rich she can have anything she wants." He grew silent. "And because I'm already with someone else."

"For God's sake then, who?"

Without a word, Hunter returned the smile to his fox.

"I'm in a gay relationship with Holden."

Silence reigned in the garage.

"...and? That's it?" she groaned. "For being dumb as a cracked bell, that 'girlfriend' of yours is right about one thing: you're very overdramatic."

Everyone glanced between each other in utter confusion.

"Wait just a minute!" Greg asked. "Mom, are you feeling well?"

"I was about to ask the same thing..." Karen added.

"G-Grandma, you're...?"

"--not surprised about my own grandson being homosexual?" she finished for Hunter, acting more annoyed than angry. "Hunter, you do not need to hide this from me. Before your grandfather passed away, rest his soul, he and I used to be...very open."

Holden widened his eyes. "What?"

The elderly shepherd picked up her fork and knife again. "Let's just say I've also...congressed with a couple delicate flowers at eighteen."

Instantaneous reactions circled around the table. Hunter fought keeping his stomach's contents down at the sickening thought, Holden slacked his jaw of awe, Nicky gagged right into a nearby napkin, and Tambra covered both of Michael's naïve, twitching ears while Patricia snorted bits of laughter. Meanwhile, both Karen and Greg looked at his mother with saucer-like eyes of disbelief, as if they'd stumbled through an alternate dimension with a portal gun.

"Are you serious...?"

"Mother, you're...?"

"Wow, now I've seen everything."

"Ack! The thought burns!"

"Oh my God, not in front of our son!"

"Mom, what does she means 'delicate flower'?"

"That's the best thing I've heard all night!"

Bernice Thurman licked her muzzle. "Karen, this turkey is fantastic! Send me the recipe after we make this Angela Preacher realize no two-bit, teenage tart harasses my grandson or his boyfriend. Believe you me, that's my job."

In the Thurman household, it was tradition to eat dessert no matter how much you ate during dinner. Even if you ate half a turkey, were on a fall diet or stuffed yourself full of potatoes and gravy, nobody walked out without having a slice of diabetic pumpkin pie. Despite how much he hated having the golden she-wolf proudly sitting between him and his foxy boyfriend, at least Hunter got the pleasure of Angela eating a full slice (or rather half) of Grandma Thurman's fattening recipe.

It didn't help either that while everyone else worked cleaning up, Angela casually avoided manual labor like the plague. Cleaning the dishes with his mother and Aunt Tambra, Hunter could feel the frustrated daggers sent towards the she-wolf each time her back was turned.

"You should totally hire my father's maid!" Angela would boast occasionally. "I don't know her name--maybe Charlotte or something--but she does the dishes for us. Granted it isn't cheap given your job, Mrs. Thurman, no offense, but it beats cleaning the dishes, right?"

"Hunter," Karen hissed to her son, "she's playing with an oil fire even John Wayne can't put out."

"You said it, K," Tambra growled. "Even the old lady gives moral support."

"Just keep it together," he whispered back. "Once we're done, you grab your tablet and call the number I texted you."

"This better work," Mrs. Thurman grumbled. "I want her out of my house. I mean, I know she probably doesn't mean it, but I'm this close to doing to her what Facebook did to Myspace."

"Mrs. Thurman?"

"Oh! Uh," she saved grace and gave a smile as genuine as horse dung. "Hunter! Why don't you show our guests around the house? Maybe your room?"

Angela's eyes lit up with joy.

"That's a brilliant idea, ma'am!" the golden she-wolf yanked the tall jock away from the sink. "Let's get a bit of privacy for ourselves."

Hunter made a mock-grin. "Sounds wonderful to me!"

Walking up the stairs, he could see his Dad, Michael and Uncle Nicky lying on the couches with stuffed stomachs. They had eaten the desserts with pride and weren't ashamed to showcase it. Aunt Patricia listened to one of Grandma Thurman's ramblings about the other elderlies at the nursing home, before he was pulled up the steps by the persistent she-wolf.

"Oooh, this is so romantic, Hunty! Your parents are letting us in your bedroom, and aww, let's cuddle up and make out!"

"Let me repeat myself by having the author copy/paste what I said to you last time: Leave. Get out. Go. Exit. Vacate. Desert. Depart. Disappear."

Being made of toned muscle, one would figure he'd grown a tolerance of pain. However, that didn't prevent him from yelping when Angela dug her nailed claws into his arm.

"Hunty, don't be silly. If you recall, I can always tell your grandmother about your sinful activities, like what happened in a Rukisburg gas station bathroom?"

Going along with the charade, he turned the lights on to his room. When he glanced back to Angela, her smile fell. Lying atop his bed was Holden, unconcernedly reading a copy of 'Blacksad: Somewhere Within the Shadows'. Subtle.

"Man, have you read this?" the fox chuckled. "So this grizzled detective from the late forties is finding his ex-girlfriend's killer, who originally hired Blacksad to get this obsessed stalker that doesn't know personal boundaries--"

"Go downstairs!" Angela interrupted, "Or better yet, get out."

"What?" the fox tilted his head innocently. "Mrs. Thurman said 'houseguests', with an 's' at the end of the sentence. Plural."

"Listen closely, Huey: you played the part of being a fag best friend well, but me and Hunter want some alone time together."

While this happened, Hunter discreetly pressed a button on his phone and turned the volume high. Good, he thought while holding it in his paw. Now to show this bitch's true colors.

"Is this about the scratch on your arm from Halloween? If it makes you feel superior, I'm sorry you weren't aware Hunter is not a fag like you--"

"I'm glad that makes you feel superior to think I want to be superior," the fox quipped as he was placing the copy on the nightstand. "But let's get one thing straight: I can take a bit of insults, but even I have limits."

The golden she-wolf laughed. "I'm sorry, but are we gonna have a problem, fox?"

Without waiting, Hunter closed the door behind him. Angela whirled to watch Hunter's smile turn disgusted beyond moral reasoning. If she had looked at Holden like a speck of dirt, then the German shepherd stared at her like a person looks at foul cheese. Or dessert as Wisconsinites call it.

"Angela," he spoke without any hint of friendly banter. "I've tried enduring your I'm-so-rich-and-self-entitled-I-can-do-everything-I-want-and-make-Donald-Trump-look-like-a-humble-philanthropist crap all these years. I told you we weren't an item, then you stalk me, attack my boyfriend, gash his arm, insult us for being in love--"

"Hunty, you're being silly!"

"--and blackmail me into being your boyfriend in exchange for not outing me to my grandmother downstairs!" he snarled back. "You're more difficult to be around for five minutes than it'll be watching an episode of Netflix's version of Avatar!"

"Hunty, this is..."

Folding an ear, he continued, "Wanna know the reason we're not an item? You never cared about knowing the real me, my likes, dislikes, interests, dreams. You only want me as a trophy to flout around. For the last time: I'm not your boyfriend, because I am in a gay relationship. Leave me and Holden alone."

Angela's crazed eyes darted between him and the fox now sitting at the edge of the bed. Raising her tail in anger, she sighed before looking back up to Hunter.

"Fine then. If you don't want to be my boyfriend, I'll make you."

Calm down. Maybe everyone can win and decide on a threesome?

"Shut it!" all three barked.

Come on, it would raise viewership for these stories. Bisexual threesomes are popular reading material online. At least, from what I've seen.

"We talked about this. Don't think I'm like those foxes who spend half their teens getting fucked in bathroom stalls by creepy old men and desperate girls. I may be kitche and flamboyant, but I'm not a slut," Holden then growled, "Got it?"

Why not? This installment needs more variety than the car sex you two had today.

Cue a pin hitting the floor and both male canines feeling their ears heat up. And without warning, Angela pulled Holden from the bed and shoved him against the wall.

"You fucking faggot!" she screamed like an absolute banshee. "You took my Hunty's virginity! I'll kill you!"

Holden pushed her and stumbled on the floor.

In two strides, Hunter roughly pulled her away. "Touch him again and I'll beat you all the way to Watts. I don't care if you're a girl!" he snarled.

"Stay out of this!" she barked.

"Don't tell me what to do. He's my boyfriend, so get over it and get out of my house before I call the police!"

"Watch what you say, Hunty! You're right though, I can do whatever the fuck I want!" she growled before shoving the smaller fox onto the ground, then glaring to them from the door. "Come Monday, I'm gonna spread rumors so awful nobody in this hick town'll wanna stand ten feet near either of you!"

Groaning and rubbing his arm sorely, Holden stood right back up.

"Just like how you spread rumors around school whenever things don't go in your favor?" he asked quizzically. "Hunter told me that during your sophomore year, you once had a teacher expelled because you failed his class and spread a lie that he hit on you? Like that?"

Angela snickered at the fox. "Worse than that! What I did to that bastard will be tame to what I'm gonna tell everyone! I'll say you like spying on the other guys in gym class, and the reason you came back was because you stole jockstraps at your previous school! Maybe I'll even claim you stole my panties and dress in them at classes like the sad little bitch you are!"

She whirled back to Hunter. "For you, I'm gonna say to all the girls in Greenville High your fox fag gave you STDs! They'll think you have AIDs! Fuck, maybe I'll also say you were both the ones who wrecked the school in Rukisburg!"

"But...but I didn't do that!" Hunter mock-begged.

"So what? Everyone believes me in everything I say! Your hick family, this hick town, and those corpses named Mrs. Burgess and my dad. He will do anything for his precious little girl!" Laughing to herself, she walked to the door.

"Angela..." Holden suddenly spoke up, "mind if I ask you something: have you ever seen the ending to 'Big Fat Liar'?"

Lifting his phone back up, Hunter showed her.

"Smile, Angela. You're on camera."

The she-wolf opened the door. "Hunty, what the fuck are you talking a...?"

There, on the phone's screen, revealed a reflection of her face and a flashing red dot shining in the corner.

"I hope you got a good look at the real Angela Preacher," Hunter announced to the viewing audience. "And...sent!"

In a rage, the golden she-wolf tossed his phone against the wall. It shattered on impact, as did Hunter's expression of horror.

"What the fuck did you just do!?" she shrilled like a madwoman.

Holden hugged his stomach while giving short laughs. "Something I'm surprised neither of us didn't think of until Hunter's little cousin told us about that movie."

Angela threw the door open and whooshed downstairs, alarming him and Hunter at first. They followed her to the foot of the steps and found her glaring at the German shepherd's family members circled around Mrs. Thurman's tablet.

"You're right though, I can do whatever the fuck I want!" recited a shrieking female wolf from the electronic. "Come Monday, I'm gonna spread rumors so awful nobody in this hick town'll wanna stand ten feet near either of you!"

"Y-You saw that...?"

Nobody bothered hiding their looks of revulsion from the golden canid. Not Karen, Greg, Tambra, Nicky, Patricia, and neither Michael nor Grandma Thurman. It was that apparent to her now, and Hunter could feel her shame drip in the air. It was thick as an autumn fog.

"T-This is a joke!" she started to say. "I didn't mean 'hick family' like--"

Grandma Thurman stormed to her. "Listen to me close, you hussy! You stay away from my grandson like the plague! And the mouth you have! You should think of your poor parents!"

The she-wolf staggered herself and shook her muzzle. "Do you even know who my parents are? My Daddy makes more money than you've ever made since 1900."

"Speaking of which," Karen mentioned, pressing a button on her tablet. "We aren't the only ones who were sent the video."

"Then who the fuck--"

"Angela Regina Preacher!"

She froze like a statue. Mrs. Thurman turned her tablet around and displayed an aging golden wolf with greying fur and glasses. His side of the screen shook from what looked to be the interior of a car, or perhaps a limousine. While everyone in the room held some levels of varying amusement, he clearly did not.

"Hello, Mr. Preacher," Hunter nonchalantly waved. "I hope you saw it?"

"Daddy?! I can explain!"

"Sadly, I did watch the video you just sent me, Hunter," he sighed before glaring knives and live ammunition at his flustered daughter. "Angela, grab your coat and purse and wait out the door for me to pick you up. We are going to have a very long talk, Princess."

"Daddy..."

"You are not just losing your credit card, missy. What you've done is serious. Go outside and wait for the limo, or else. I want to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Thurman about this. I will not repeat myself."

"I--"

"Now."

"...yes, Daddy."

Without another word, Angela slowly walked past Hunter as he held defensively onto Holden. He saw her trying to catch his eye, but he twisted his back to her. Seconds later they heard the door close and everyone exhaled pristine relief.

"Greg, Karen, I am absolutely sorry about what's happened. What my daughter's been doing won't go unpunished, and I'm grateful you called me."

"That's okay, Alex," Karen sighed. "I hope what the boys did wasn't harsh?"

"Speaking of which, um...Holden, is it?" Mr. Preacher cleared his throat and asked awkwardly, "How is the arm, boy? What I saw her do looked kinda rough."

"Eh, a little bruised but, I'm okay," the fox smiled, patting his protective shepherd's paw. "For being smaller than Hunter, she sure is strong."

"Heh, like her mother."

"I'm sorry we did that, sir," Hunter spoke to the wolf onscreen, "but it was the only thing we could think of at the moment."

"You? Sorry?" he gasped with nervous laughter. "I'm the one who should be sorry! I mean, I'm one to admit I don't spend enough time with Angela because of work, but I never knew my little girl was such a...such a..."

"A spoiled brat?" Grandma Thurman suggested. "A snobbish harlot?"

"...maybe that's a little harsh..." he then added, "Listen, whenever she talked about you over the years, I always thought you were actually dating my daughter. Even earlier in September she'd be calling me at work or seeing me at home and she'd be acting like Meghan Markle at the altar."

"Well to be honest, she was more like Sara Berry on prom night, Mr. Preacher," Aunt Tambra commented, then chuckled before adding, "Points to the musical fans who get that. Me and Nick saw it in Madison when it came out."

"Anywhoo," Mr. Preacher continued, "I'm really glad you sent that to me. Had I known this was the case all this time I would've intervened. Is there any way I can make it up to you? How about I get you a new phone?"

Hunter waved a paw. "Oh no, no, you don't need to."

"Hunter," Greg placed emphasis on his son's name. "Don't be rude."

In other words, "Don't refuse to get something for free from the richest man in town, you stupid idiot."

"Absolutely," Alexander Preacher laughed nervously. "Angela's already given you enough trouble, so how about we replace that phone of yours. I'll be sure to ship it to you before next week, even."

"T-Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome. Have a Happy Thanksgiving, and...good for you two. I'm glad a fine man like you had found someone."

***

Soon, the night ended like the finale of an intense party. Not long after Angela was taken home in her family's limo, Holden's mother came to pick him up in her car.

"You have a good night, sweetie," the fox whispered to his shepherd as they leaned in for a long hug. "I hope I wasn't a hassle tonight?"

"Never stop being one, Holden," Hunter laughed shortly, kissing him.

"Get a room!" Uncle Nicky called from the living room.

They pulled away and laughed. "Love you," Hunter beamed.

Holden jumped up to peck his tall boyfriend's nose. "Love you too! Karen, Greg, thank you for bringing me along!"

"The pleasure's ours!" Karen waved. "Tell your mom I said hi!"

"Never change, Holden," Greg tiredly waved as well. "Ugh, I know what the title of this series is, but I'm never eating pumpkin pie again..."

Afterward, the rest of the Thurman family had to leave one by one.

"So...how are you two doing?" Tambra asked. "That ordeal was scary."

"We're not sure," Hunter shrugged. "The writer has no idea what to do with us now that we're both out to the town. For God's sake, it took the author until now to decide about getting rid of my personal stalker."

"You don't say?" she asked.

"It's stranger actually," he laughed. "We're more semi-celebrities than outcasts at this point. Nothing's changed outside of people asking if we're still 'gay together' and..."

Aunt Patricia finished for him, "And if you had intercourse--"

"Aunt Patty!" Hunter hid his face in embarrassment.

"Ooooh, they definitely did!" Hunter's mother cackled by the door. "You're not going to believe this, but on Hunter's birthday--"

"Noooooo!" the shepherd shouted.

"--the neighbors heard lover-boy and Prince Charming here from across the street. Next thing we know they're knocking on the door and calling us at our date about hearing animal noises in the house!"

Hunter groaned at their laughter. Moments later though, the teenage jock still couldn't stop himself from hugging his cousin, grandma, aunts and uncle good-bye.

"Man, tonight was a blast, Hunter-senpai! Happy Thanksgiving! Oh, and to all the readers, don't forget to favorite, follow and comment below."

"You keep your head on straight now, and don't let Holden steer you down a wrong path! If not, I'll whip it into you good! And what do you mean 'favorite', Michael? I think I want to join this MuzzleScroll of yours I heard about..."

"Come by Madison sometime! We'll go to this summer's pride-fest!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Hunter. The entertainment was wonderful!"

"I'm with Patty here! Screw the football game, this was the real half-time show!"

Later that night, Hunter sat by his computer in nothing but his boxer briefs. The cathartic freedom of peeling his tight clothing away earlier had released all the stress of this year's Thanksgiving dinner. Now he could feel the flattened fur on his thighs and stomach breathe, as well as his tensed tail uncurl onto his lap. While watching a few online videos, including the trailer for a rebooted reboot plus a video game walkthrough, the German shepherd started to feel drowsy.

Then a message from a certain red fox popped up on his screen.

"Hey there~<3 How're you feeling, Hun?"

Hunter eagerly replied, "Fine. After you left my parents talked to me about sexual harassment and that new phone I'm getting next week ^^' Luckily it was short."

"Lol at least it's over, sweetie."

"Can we talk about something else please?"

"You sure? B/c there's a few things I really wanna comment on, my love ????"

Hunter raised an eyebrow and typed back, "Like what? You know I hate surprises..."

"Like my surprise when your mom told me about that one EMBARASSING story from when you were a cub."

Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Which one?"

"The one that involved her catching you drawing porn in your notebook."

Hunter blacked out from an episode of blushing humiliation.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I won't tell anyone. So how's the rest of your family?"

He sighed and replied back.

"They're good. Aunt Tambra won't stop messaging me as we speak about 'gay-this' and 'gay-that'. Now Grandma is asking me about whether we can talk more on here. I dunno which is more terrifying: her from before or the thought of every elderly person gaining more interest in social media."

"Speaking of which...Grandma Thurman's been around, huh?" Holden replied.

Like before, Hunter fought keeping his stomach's contents down.

"Black, don't remind me! >.< I hadn't been that disturbed since I saw adult Kimmy and adult Steph kissing on Fuller House."

"Remind you of what?" the fox typed back, "That your terrifying grandmother used to 'congress' with other beautiful girls as a teenager? I'm surprised you're not proud to have a bisexual grandma! :D"

Hunter folded his ears and shuddered at the revolting image of his elderly grandmother--

"Dare to even describe a single scene and I'll shout enough shit to have all these stories brought down for copyright infringement," Hunter roared. "Got it?"

Whatever you say, my fictional puppet on invisible strings.

"So," Holden added a message, "mind if I ask what you did to those photos Angela sent you earlier? ????"

Hunter suddenly blushed and forgot about the previous minute.

"I deleted them," he immediately answered.

"Good," the fox retorted. "I know you're bi, but you know how upset I'd be if I found out you decided to keep the nude photos of your stalker..."

He rolled his eyes and adjusted the growing bulge in his undies.

"You know me, sweetie. I'd never do that to you."

"Sure you wouldn't, love. ;P"

"I didn't keep them! >.<"

For an odd reason, the fox's next message took longer than it usually did.

"Lol, I believe you sweetie. I'm just mad she beat me to it. For being faithful here's a prize for you then, my handsome jock. Happy Thanksgiving! <3"

Hunter sat confused in his chair for several seconds before hearing his phone vibrate once more. Picking it up from his desk, the jock felt his cock harden to stone at the images sent to him.

Oh fuck, the teenage shepherd moaned. Oh fuck yes...

On a familiar bed rested the very same red fox he made love to this afternoon, wearing his football jersey, the helm innocently stretched and covering his crotch. One could make out the shape of his hardened shaft at a glance. In another photo was Holden in the same jersey, twisting his back to smile at the camera as its flash revealed a fluffy tail teasingly raised above two round, red-furred butt cheeks and a set of two delicate orbs. One of his fingers teased at the winking opening between his circular globes. He clearly wanted to have an elongated length in the place of his digit.

Hunter drooled while imagining his own cock placed between those cheeks, with the lithe fox sitting on his erect member. He could feel Holden trembling in his grasp, prey caught by a predator that wanted to sink its teeth into the helpless meal. The whimpering that could be heard in his ear, the loving caress of shoulders, followed by the pressure of a maw-watering push that enveloped his cock.

The next photo showcased another pose that made our horny protagonist's cock leak another liter. In it was Holden grasping onto an eight-inch dildo as thick as a can of beer, the fox's tongue licking up the glistening length. Following that came a video of the same dildo positioned toward his entrance, and the next one showed Holden with the plastic length ball's deep as he glazed towards the camera with a loving look of blushing ecstasy. His own length looked on the verge of cumming, that is until the next one revealed it gushing onto his flat stomach and in his maw.

Meanwhile, Hunter gasped and moaned as he jerked his length. Despite his preferences, the shot of his boyfriend giving a starstruck smile of dripping cum made the shepherd climax. In the final seconds of his ride, Hunter imagined shooting into his fox and feeling his walls orgasm around his length as he ejaculated his load inside. He imagined seeing black dots dance across his vision as he came. Instead, his computer screen lay stained with white paint while he panted and lay sweating in the chair. Holden had left the chat a long while ago, but not before leaving one final message:

"I love you, Hunter Thurman. Wait until you see your Christmas present. <3"

Hunter laughed. "To every lecherous pervert, closeted teenage furry and devoted reader, don't forget to leave a comment below."

The End.