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Four o'clock in the morning came rushing in with the "buzz-buzz" of the alarm clock. The annoying electronic buzz stirred Cyrus awake from his deep slumber. Throwing an arm out from under the blanket, the blonde furred wolf smacked the off button, and slowly rose with a grunt. Pushing the warm blanket aside, Cyrus yawned and rubbed his groggy, blue eyes. Messy locks of long red hair flowed down from his head to midway down his backside. Wearing just a snug pair of red briefs, he shoved his feet into a pair of slippers and dragged himself to the bathroom. Cyrus was a buff blonde and tan furred wolf who has heavily tattooed and pierced. His body was hulking in muscle. Both his arms were inked up with sleeves that ran to his wrists. A variety of abstract, and tribal designs were blended together in black and gray ink. His chest bore a winged skull and crossbones, blended in with his sleeves. Both his nipples were pierced with silver rings. His lower lip had silver snakebites.

Flipping the light on in his attached bathroom, Cyrus winced a bit at the harsh white light. He reached in and turned on the hot water to his walk in shower. Stretching a bit, he reached down to pull his underwear down and off, which was promptly shoved into the hamper. The wolf was hung as he was built; between his legs was a thick tan, uncut cock, the thick head sporting a silver Prince Albert, a curved barbell piercing. His long floppy member swayed with each step of his beefy legs. Cyrus stepped into the shower and slid the frosted glass door shut. A hot shower first thing in the morning always helped him to wake up and loosen up sore muscles from the day before. He stood in the hot stream of water, washing his long locks of red hair, and scrubbing his fur clean with soap. Another long day awaited him at his landscaping company.

Waking up some more, the wolf emerged from the steam choked bathroom to go get himself dressed. He flipped on the bedroom light to reveal a rusting looking bedroom. It's walls were adorned in pine planks he had made himself, the lacquered planks of yellow pine taking on a cheerful shine. A 12 gauge Remington sat on display, next to a mounted buck's head, a prize from a hunting trip a few years before.

Cyrus threw on a new pair of red briefs and checked himself out in the large mirror bolted to the wall. He wanted to make sure his large bulge came up to his standards. He grabbed a brush and took his time to gently brush his long straight hair out. He then proceeded to slowly braid it up in a Viking style braid, with interwoven locks of hair that were secured with some hair bands. He neatly trimmed up his goatee and chinstrap, and nodded in approval at his reflection. Fetching clothes, he slid himself into a snug black tanktop, which clung to his chiseled chest and six pack abs. Then came a yellow-green t-shirt, which bore the logo and name of his company, "Filton's Finest Landscaping Company". Finally, he fetched a pair of faded, snug Wrangler jeans and tossed them on, securing them with his thick leather belt, adorned with a gold plated belt buckle. A spritz of body spray and a glance in the mirror completed his dressing process.

Going downstairs, Cyrus flipped on a lamp, revealing an entire farm home that was adorned in rustic Americana. Aged barnwood adorned the walls and trim of the living room. Large picture windows gazed out to a darkened woodland scene around his home. A framed painting of a classic red barn and windmill hung above his brown leather couch. A few pictures of family and friends were strewn across the walls; pictures of his mom and dad, Linda and Dan, his younger brother Ed, and his sixteen year old nephew, Freddy, who he was raising from his older brother Darryl. Upstairs, he could hear Freddy in the shower, getting ready for another day in school.

Stepping into the kitchen, he switched on the lights, grabbed a few things, and started breakfast for them. The clock struck close to 6AM when Freddy emerged from upstairs. Rounding the corner with his backpack, the young wolf was almost a spitting image of Cyrus. He was a skinny wolf with a ponytail of medium brown hair, and a goatee. Deep blue eyes peered ahead. He wore a charcoal gray polo shirt, and snug fitting black biker jeans.

"Mornin'" he yawned.

"Mornin'!" Cyrus greeted. He spoke with a hearty, somewhat deep voice, with a slight drawl. "Breakfast is about ready."

"Sweet~"

Freddy grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee. He took his spot at the small table beside the large windows that overlooked the woodland on their property. Cyrus served breakfast; biscuits and jam, with scrambled eggs and toast. He sat down opposite of Freddy with a cup of coffee, and dug in.

"Whacha got planned for today, big Cy?"

"Oh, same shit, different day. Come on now, it's more of the same!" laughed Cyrus with a hearty chuckle at the end.

"Sounds like school." Freddy rolled his eyes. "Masks on, sanitize, don't stand so close, do this, don't do that. Heh, I can't wait for this nightmare to end."

"Same." Cyrus nodded. "Well... you and me are probably in better shape after having Covid ourselves..."

"Never again." The young wolf shook his head. "Shit coming out both ends!"

"Heh, yeah." Laughed Cyrus in a cynical way. "But yeah, I gotta catch up on some paperwork, then go off to the office, grab Ed, and go help with a mulching job down in Hebron, since we're down a couple guys~"

"Lemme guess, Covid infections?"

"Yeah." Chuckled the wolf. "Fucking idiots. And one of them caught it in the dumbest way imaginable, and infected the other two. Went to his aunt's house knowing she had it to pick his kid up, and bam, we're down a crew."

"Wow. What a bunch of stupid fucks." Freddy shook his head.

"It is what it is."

"It should hurt to be stupid. I don't get why people take pride in being retarded- this whole area takes pride in sticking their head in the ground." Freddy griped. "I happen to like learning."

"I like to say I'm an enlightened redneck~" Cyrus grinned. Freddy just snorted in laughter.

"Well you're certainly smarter than Darryl..." Freddy grumbled.

"Anybody can smarter than Darryl. My brother's a fucking idiot who burned down his shed trying to heat a frozen oil container with a fucking torpedo heater.... MY TORPEDO HEATER that he destroyed!"

"Too bad he couldn't have been inside that blaze." Freddy grunted. "Would have spared the world his idiocracy." The young wolf finished the last of his coffee and went to fetch himself another cup.

"What did your counselor say..." smiled Cyrus. "He's your Dad... flaws and all."

"Fuck Darryl." Freddy quipped. "Worthless deadbeat- five kids from different women, but oh everything's gonna be perfect now that I got a daughter from my girlfriend I cheat on and knocked up! Unbelievable."

"Yeah..."

"Sorry...I'm grouchy." Freddy shrugged as he took another sip of coffee.

"I can see that little Freddo!" Cyrus laughed. "But you hit the nail on the head~ Darryl is an idiot who needs dick control. Heh, at least when I have sex with my customers, I don't get them pregnant!"

"But you're gay?"

Cyrus just grinned and wagged a finger in agreement.

"Plus I got a stupid big ass science exam I have to take today."

"Get your brain packed full of knowledge!"

"Heh, will do." Freddy chuckled.

Finishing up breakfast, Freddy grabbed his backpack and went off to school. Cyrus gave him a proper sendoff at the door as he watched Freddy climb into his own truck, a gray three-quarter ton Silverado. He backed up and turned around to head down the dirt and gravel driveway, kicking up dust behind him as his taillights slipped from view. Cyrus stood at the big window for a moment finishing up his coffee, as he watched the sun slowly rise beyond the tree line in front of his house.

Carrying the empty mug with him, he walked across his living room to his office desk, which was situated by the giant picture windows that looked out his deck to his backyard. He stood at the window for a moment, to gaze at his big pond, and two miles of woodland behind him. It was going to be a nice sunny day, and that brought a joyous feeling to him. Turning around, he pulled up his plush leather chair and sat down in it, a paw clicking a key on his keyboard to awake his desktop and its giant dual monitors. He got to work crunching away at some paperwork that needed to be done.

---

Emerging through the front door, Cyrus stepped out of his house, juggling a stack of manila envelopes, his lunch cooler, and truck keys. Fumbling around, he locked his front door and made his way towards his truck, an older, white GMC 3500. He sat his cooler and stack of invoices on the passenger seat, and climbed into his 2006 Sierra. The big Duramax was fired up, and Cyrus popped the shifter into drive, where in a big arcing turn, he kicked up dust as he departed down his winding gravel driveway. Through the tree line, the truck emerged to the county road, where Cyrus turned left to begin his commute to work through greater Hanover.

Rumbling down the two-lane country road, Cyrus had the windows down, the slipstream blowing in, as he listened to some country music on his stereo. He always loved driving to work in the morning; the sun rose from the east, revealing fog cloaked farm fields and woodland. It was early spring, and the grass had finally returned to its brilliant emerald. Everything was emerging from its winter slumber, and all the trees had little red buds, awaiting their turn to germinate. The sights and sounds helped elevate the wolf's mood; for many months now, he had been largely pessimistic about the future, as the pandemic churned away. Over the holidays, the whole family, including himself, fell ill with Covid-19. While it was thankfully wasn't serious for any of them, it was still an illness that took Cyrus for a loop, and left him sometimes in bed for almost the entire day. From initial skepticism, to annoyance that life got interrupted, to stark reality that Covid-19 was real, and was responsible for half a million deaths. But now, he felt optimistic for once. Infection numbers were declining and people were getting vaccinated, in a slow, but steady rate. Just maybe, life could return to a sense of normal, in due time.

Descending a hill that had an intersection at the base, Cyrus reached over to fetch a water bottle from his cooler. He unscrewed the cap and took a little sip, the truck coasting down the hill, slowly building up speed. All of a sudden, at the intersection, he saw a white truck come bursting through, a big Ford SuperDuty, towing a dumpster. Cyrus immediately slammed his cowboy boot into the brake and locked the tires up. He threw the bottle of water and swerved, his GMC just barely missing the dumpster that read "Filton Landscaping Co." on it. The wolf ripped the wheel to the right and tried to correct his slide, only to momentarily go off the road. His back left tires struck a bunch of irrigation piping that was stacked up, and the outer tire burst with a loud bang. The Sierra came to grief in the middle of the road, a cloud of dust momentarily enveloping it as the wolf braced himself on the steering wheel.

"Son of a bitch! DARRYL!" Cyrus yelled, cursing his older brother's name. That was his older idiot brother, plowing through an intersection without paying any attention.

Throwing the shifter into park, Cyrus jumped out and went to inspect his truck. There wasn't any damage to the body, or bed, but immediately he spotted the shredded outboard tire. The impact with the pipes was hard enough that it bent the rim too. The brand new Firestone lay flopped over the damaged rim, with some of the tread peeled away. The big wolf let out a disgruntled sigh as he got up. He stomped a boot into the ground and looked at his soaking wet t-shirt and jeans, from where the water bottle spilled on him. He looked back at his flattened tire and bent rim and just nodded at the situation.

"Lovely~"

Limping his truck down the road, Cyrus put his turn signal on and turned off County Road 5, to his company's headquarters. He pulled into the gravel lot of "Filton's Finest Landscaping Company", headquartered in what was once an abandoned farmhouse. The headquarters had a large workshop garage for maintenance, sheds for equipment, and a large storage depot that was filled with a variety of gravel, mulch, and fill dirt. He pulled into his designated parking space, and hopped out, carrying his stack of manila envelopes.

Stepping inside, he greeted his secretary and said good morning to some of the guys milling about by the water cooler in what was once the living room. Above the cooler sat a framed portrait of Cy's grandfather, the late Gary Filton- family patriarch, and founder of "Filton's Landscaping Company", back when it was one giant family business. For almost sixty years, the Filtons had provided landscaping services for the little city of Hanover, before family feuding tore the business apart. Gary was a Korean War veteran, who had found a career after the war as an electrician for Owens Corning, but left after being forced to do a dangerous repair over the factory's operating fiberglass ovens. Desiring his own business, he got into the landscaping business with a friend in 1963. The business stayed as one until his death at eighty-eight, where it went to his two sons, Ronnie and Dan Filton. It was a tumultuous relationship at best; Gary never fully ironed out the transfer of power before his death, and Ronnie and Dan constantly fought over every little detail. The two brothers didn't like each other. Ronnie was a recovering drug addict who replaced cocaine with alcohol, living a chaotic life with his dysfunctional felonious children and neglected wife, in contrast to the disciplined Dan, an Army veteran, like his father. Cyrus coming out at twenty-one also added chaos to the family business.

Big Cyrus worked up the courage to come out as gay to his family at twenty-one. It wasn't a hostile reaction, but it also was not one of great acceptance. Cyrus left the family business soon after to purse an engineering career with the Ohio Department of Transportation. He moved to Dayton to work at the ODOT branch down there for several years, being largely estranged from his parents, until they finally reconciled when he was twenty-nine. He returned to Hanover to help with the business after his grandfather had died, and his return was the final straw. Ronnie and Darryl didn't want Cyrus to return, while Dan and Ed, his youngest brother, did. It finally led to the family business being broken up; Ronnie and Darryl created "Filton Landscaping" with Ronnie's kids, while Cyrus, Dan, and Ed, created "Filton's Finest Landscaping Company", which did circles around the former. Cyrus became the headman of the business after Dan stepped back following back surgery. He was now the dispatcher for the company, office bound for the most part.

Cyrus stepped into the former dining room, which was now the dispatch office. There he found his Dad on the phone, routing and scheduling trucks and crews via a large map displayed on a giant television. Their landscaping business spanned most of central Ohio, and the large coverage helped to keep the revenue flowing in. Dan stood at the screen, looking at the route while he talked to one of his crews. His Dad was sixty years old, a slender blonde and tan wolf with a graying mop of tousled brown hair that was hand combed back. He wore jeans and a blue polo shirt.

"Yeah, if you could stop there and check it out, that'd be great. Thanks, uhh, goodbye." Dan concluded. He put the phone down and looked up at his son. "Morning!"

"Morning!" Cyrus greeted. "Wanna take a look at my truck?"

"What's going on?"

"Well Darryl about hit me at the intersection on my way in here. Fucking idiot not paying attention. I had to swerve and I hit an irrigation pipe and it popped a tire and fucked the rim up."

Dan just grumbled under his breath. "What a fucking dumb shit. I can't believe I had a retard for my first son! Alright, let's take a look at it."

"By the way, these are the estimate invoices that need to be mailed out today, Dad."

"Will do~" Dan nodded as he followed Cyrus out the office door. Stepping outside, Dan walked over to take a look at his son's truck, immediately noticing the clearly bent up rim.

"Yeah, that rim's fucked, Cy."

"Oh yeah~" Cyrus shook his head. "I gotta get a new rim ordered."

"I think I saw one at the junk yard when I was there yesterday. I gotta head there today to pick up some spare parts for the tractor...so If I see it I'll snag it."

"Sounds like a plan~"

"I'll uhh... go pick up a tire too and we can mount it in the shop here." Dan also suggested. "Whacha got? Transforce AT?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, I'll swing by John's place and see if he's got an AT in stock."

"I'll give you the money." Cyrus promised.

"That's fine. Ohh man... I want to strangle that boy..." Dan grumbled. "Fucking idiot never paying attention. He needs to use that fucking head of his!" Dan pointed at Cy's crotch. "He only uses that one! That's why his life's all fucked up."

"I thought being around Uncle Ronnie was the reason." Grinned Cyrus with a snort.

"That too." Dan rolled his eyes. "Is there such a thing as a post birth abortion?"

"No, but a handgun works pretty good~" the wolf chuckled. "Where's Ed at?"

"Check the shop." Dan suggested.

Leaving the truck to his Dad, Cyrus walked across the gravel lot, saying hi to some of his friends who worked for him, and stepping into the workshop, where he spotted Ed welding something on one of their tractors.

"Ed!" Cyrus shouted, getting his brother's attention. The explosion of sparks stopped and Ed looked up, pulling his welding shield up. Thirty year old Ed looked almost like a clone of Cyrus; he was a bit shorter, and sported a Viking braided ponytail like Cy, but his hair wasn't as fiery red, instead being a deep brown with a reddish tinge. He had both arms sleeved up like Cyrus in black and gray artwork, and a neatly trimmed goatee.

"Hey!" the wolf exclaimed. "You're late!"

"Pfft~ Motherfucker I run this joint." Laughed Cyrus. "I wouldn't have been late had Darryl not almost hit me at the intersection!"

"Oh, again?" Ed rolled his blue eyes.

"Yeah. Barreling on through like a retard, full speed, not paying attention." Cyrus grumbled. "He popped my outer rear tire when I swerved and struck a irrigation pipe."

"Lovely." Ed shook his head.

"What are you working on?"

"Unfucking a tractor Darryl and Ronnie fucked up." Ed grunted. "This is the second time we let those morons borrow something and it comes back in pieces."

"No more." Cyrus shook his head. "Fuck 'em. If they can't afford new equipment, or bother to take care of their stuff? No. Fuck 'em."

"Exactly." Ed agreed. "So, yeah, lemme finish up here, and we'll grab the truck and mulch and head to Hebron to get that front yard mulched up."

"Perfect."

Before Cyrus could finish, he heard his Dad approaching, grumbling about something. "Boys, you won't fucking believe what your mom just did..."

"Oh boy..."

"She invited fucking Becky and Ronnie over for dinner..." Dan shook his head.

"Oh god..." Ed grunted. "Fucking Aunt Becky, and her floral patterned dresses."

"Aunt Becky... heh, more like Aunt Necky with that double chin." Grinned Cyrus.

"It's bad enough Darryl has to be there... now those two fucks!" Dan exclaimed. "Linda wants us to try and iron out our disagreements... come together as one family again bullshit."

"Yeah, that worked wonders the last time." Cyrus shook his head.

"At least I got to sucker-punch the fuck outta Ronnie!" laughed Dan.

"Hit him so hard, you knocked the booze outta him!" laughed Ed. "Oh my god... alright..."

"Shitshow awaits!" smiled Cyrus.

"There just isn't any reconciliation on that side..." Dan grunted. "Look at his disgusting kids. Darren's a wife beating methhead, or is he a crackhead?"

"I think he switched to meth, Dad." Ed shrugged.

"Whatever. He's a scumbag piece of shit. You got Susan, a crackhead prostitute, Nate, a petty crook, Paul, a sex offender, and Lisa, an accessory to a murder."

"What did Paul do again? He didn't diddle a kid... or was it him screwing a goat?" Cyrus recalled morbidly.

"That's what happens when you have a deadbeat, thrice married dad like Ronnie. And Darryl's just a spitting image of him! No wonder why they get along~"

"Birds of a feather..."

"The retards all run into the wall together." Dan snorted. "Well...just to forewarn you boys about dinner this evening..."

"Thanks..." Cyrus smiled sarcastically.

---

Hitched up with a fifth wheel dump full of dark brown mulch and their tools, Ed, and Cyrus made their way to Hebron. Ed drove his almost brand new Chevy 3500HD, which was bright red, and bore the logo of their landscaping company on the doors. With the windows down, the two brothers enjoyed the mild warmth and bright sunshine, as they made their way through their little town of Hanover. Unlike the dysfunctional relationship they both had with their eldest brother, Ed and Cyrus were a close pair, and worked well together.

"We'll get this mulch put down, and it shouldn't be too hard. It's a small yard, and a really nice little old lady owns it." Ed explained.

"Ah. Well...sounds like your kind of girl!" teased Cyrus with a grin.

"Cy, please." Laughed Ed. "You've seen my smoking hot wife~"

"Ha."

"Former bikini model, great mom, and fucking animal in bed!" Ed exclaimed with a cocky grin.

"She's a thousand times better than Darryl's old lady..." snorted Cyrus.

"Hanna... the lunch lady." Ed chuckled. "The only reason Darryl has stuck with her is because he knocked her up and gave him a daughter."

Cyrus just rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"I'm gonna be the best Dad ever for her!" Ed mocked, impersonating Darryl's voice. "I'm gonna keep those predator boys away!"

"Heh, like himself?" Cyrus burst out laughing.

"I knew it!" Ed laughed hard. "There it is!"

"Well it's true~"

"Yeah. He doesn't treat her right, and cheats on her with all these younger broads."

"I wonder how many more nephews and nieces we got?" Cyrus quipped.

Ed shook his head. "Piece of shit."

"Yep."

"I'm gonna kick his ass over that tractor..." Ed grumbled.

"Let's just kick his ass for being our retarded older brother?"

"Yeah, good point!"

"Darryl thinks he's so much better than us because he's the first born." Cyrus griped. "Thinks he's tough shit because he was a wrestler."

"Ohhh wow, a wrestler. Just like us~"

"And I won the championship." Laughed Cyrus.

"Remember when Darryl challenged you to a wrestling match and boasted about how good he was?"

"Yeah, my big dick thought different when it was resting on his forehead after I pinned his dumbass to the ground~" grinned Cyrus.

"Oh god." Ed burst out laughing. "I still got that photo somewhere."

"A classic." Chuckled Cyrus.

Arriving into Hebron by ten o'clock, Cyrus and Ed pulled up to the home, located just outside of town. The masked up duo met their customer, a little eighty-three year old wolfess, and got to work for her. They trimmed up bushes, cut down and tore out weeds, and after putting a few bags of topsoil down, covered the gardens with a thick layer of hardwood mulch. Cyrus loved the fresh earthy smell of mulch, as he dumped a wheelbarrow full of it and knelt down to evenly spread it out. His shirt and jeans quickly got stained by dirt and mulch as he labored. For all their labor, Mrs. Baker presented Ed and Cyrus some cookies and lemonade as they finished up. Paperwork was signed, and with their treats and drinks, the two departed to go take a break and eat lunch up at Buckeye Lake a few miles away.

Buckeye Lake was a shallow lake that had once fed water to the Ohio-Erie Canal. It was the watering hole for Millersport, where the wealthy liked to retire and build their big "McMansions". At a small park by the lake's edge, Ed and Cyrus sat and ate lunch at a concrete picnic bench. Cyrus munched on a sandwich and some fruit, while Ed nibbled on a leftover sub from Subway. They both mused about what they would like to do in the summer, where they hoped the pandemic would be much improved. Their conversation was soon interrupted by Ed's phone going off. The wolf quickly answered it.

"What do you mean the tractor ain't there?" Ed snapped all of a sudden. "We put the tractor there on site for you guys to get there and dig the irrigation ditch?"

Cyrus stopped mid-chew and listened.

"DARRYL." Ed shouted. "That motherfucker! Alright. Let me handle this. Thanks."

Ed put his cellphone down. "Fucking Darryl took the tractor."

"What the fuck..." Cyrus grunted.

"Don and Ricky got to the site and the homeowner said someone came in a white Ford truck with a trailer and put the tractor on it and left."

"FUCKING DARRYL!" Cyrus yelled.

"Come on... let's get the spare and bring it out..." Ed rolled his eyes.

---

Rumbling back into Hanover, Cyrus drove Ed's truck. Hanover was a small village, with only a few thousand residents spaced out within its legal confines of eastern Licking County. Following Licking Valley Road which soon terminated into High Street, Cyrus rolled up and stopped at the intersection of High, and Hickman Road. At one corner of the intersection was the Hanover Pit Stop, a local gas station.

"Hey, wait! There's our tractor!" Ed pointed. "There's Darryl!"

Cyrus floored it the moment he got the green light and turned into the lot. The moment the transmission shifted into park, Cyrus and Ed both jumped out to confront their older brother.

Darryl Filton stood with his Uncle Ronnie and some of their buddies, shooting the breeze and laughing together over some cold drinks. Darryl looked like Cyrus and Ed, being a blonde and tan wolf, with icy blue eyes. He was the oldest brother, at thirty-four. Instead of a ponytail, Darryl had a mop of tousled brown hair that was almost always hidden beneath an oil soaked Nascar hat. He had a chinstrap like Cyrus, but instead of a neatly trimmed goatee, he sported a thick red beard. Oil soaked gray coveralls adorned his muscle gut body. Next to him stood a laughing Ronnie. He was sixty-three years old, and was a grizzled looking blonde wolf, his face bearing the scars of heavy drug and alcohol abuse. His smile had missing teeth. A tousled mop of messy gray hair covered the top of his head, and a one size too big t-shirt bagged around his pudgy body. He had his work pants pulled up to his stomach.

Cyrus marched up, and without words, knocked the cap off Darryl's head. He grabbed his older brother and slammed him into his truck. A can of root beer fell and spilled onto the pavement.

"Hey you thief!"

"HEY!"

"You fucking son of a bitch- you think I wouldn't find out!?" Cyrus growled.

Cyrus shoved back some of Darryl's buddies, as Ed came in to pull Cyrus off.

"What the fuck are you doing taking OUR tractor!" Ed yelled. "What the fuck, Darryl!?"

"I needed it!" Darryl exclaimed.

"Get your own fucking tractor!" Cyrus shouted. "It ain't yours."

"We're family aren't we?"

"PFFT. Get the fuck outta here with that shit, motherfucker." Ed shouted. "It's our tractor! Not your shitty ass company's!"

"Take better care of your shit and you wouldn't have to steal ours!"

"It was only gonna be used for a bit!" Ronnie exclaimed. His words were all slurred, and his staggering gait, and smell of alcohol on his breath, signaled that Uncle Ronnie was once again plastered drunk.

"Our crews need it!" Ed yelled. "You had no business going to that site and taking our tractor!"

"Then let me use the other one!"

"No! Because I'm still fixing the hydraulics you fucked up, you stupid fuck!" Ed snapped back.

"Next time you pull this fucking shit, I'mma hit you so hard bro, I'm gonna knock the 'tard outta ya!"

"I'd love to see you try!"

"I have! Maybe you want my big ole dick resting on your forehead again, motherfucker!" Cyrus laughed. Darryl ground his teeth at him.

"Fuck you!" Darryl shouted. He shoved Cyrus, who stumbled back and was caught by Ed.

"You're a real piece of work aren't you?" Ed pointed. "Put that tractor back, or I'm filing a police report."

"Oooohhhh..." Darryl sarcastically fired off. "You're gonna call the cops on me!"

"Ha!" laughed Ronnie.

"I can kick your fucking ass too." Ed snorted. "The cops would be merciful."

"One of these days I'm gonna beat your fucking ass Edmond!" Ronnie slurred. He staggered forward, only to be shoved to the ground by Ed.

"Get your fucking rocket tits outta here!"

"HEY!" screamed the gas station's owner, a burly Rottweiler. "NO FUCKING FIGHTING! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE FILTONS!"

"HEY! What the fuck are you doing?" Darryl shouted at Cyrus as he watched the wolf get the tractor unstrapped.

"I'm taking what's mine, motherfucker!" laughed the wolf. He dropped the ramps and climbed up into his tractor to fire it up and back it out.

"I'll see you back at the shop, Ed!"

"I'll see your ass at dinner." Ed pointed to Darryl as he walked away.

"I bet you will~" Darryl nodded.

Cyrus took off with his tractor, followed by Ed in his truck and trailer.

"What the fuck just happened?" Ronnie asked.

"You're drunk Uncle Ronnie~" Darryl muttered.

"Oh, yeah, I am~" laughed the wolf.

---

The evening sun hung low on the horizon, its amber light filtering through the tree line as Cyrus made his way on home. The shadows were cast long on his journey home down County Road 5. With his truck now sporting a new rim and tire, the GMC burbled along, taking a tired and sweaty Cyrus back to his place, to get cleaned up and ready for a dinner he was dreading. Finally the road took him to his house, which was mostly hidden by the tree line. He always recognized his reflective mailbox and the little reflectors he put to signal his driveway. Putting his turn signal on, and tapping the brakes, the wolf slowed and turned into his gravel driveway. Kicking up dust behind him that took on the amber glow of the sun, Cyrus spun around and backed into his usual parking space. His farm home had golden cedar siding, and a slate roof. A front porch adorned the front.

He shut the truck off, grabbed his cooler, and hopped out to slam the door shut. Making a glance around, he sat his cooler down, undid his belt and opened his jeans up to whip is big, pierced member out. A little tug of his foreskin and he let loose with a long, heavy stream of pee that dribbled out the other end of his piercing. Cy breathed a content sigh of relief. He gave his member a shake, adjusted his curved barbell a bit with a finger, and stuffed it all back into his underwear and redid his jeans. He timed it just right, as he saw Freddy return home, his 2500HD rumbling up and parking not far away. The young wolf hopped out with his backpack and mask in his grip.

"Freddo!" Cyrus greeted.

"'Sup~" Freddy waved. He turned his back to his uncle and proceeded to pee beside his truck as well, which elected a chuckle from Cyrus.

"Always nice to live in the country, eh?"

"Watering the driveway." Freddy chuckled.

Going inside, the two got things put away, and both hopped into Cy's big walk-in shower. Sometimes they showered together, just to chat and catch up on things while they got cleaned up.

"How'd your day go?" Cyrus asked as he stood in the hot stream of water to soak his long hair.

"Oh, the usual~" Freddy shrugged. "I think I did pretty good on that test."

"Oh that's good."

"Pays to study~" Freddy chuckled. "I go to class with a bunch of yokels, and it's kind of sad."

"Yeah~" Cyrus agreed.

"It's like people don't want to learn, and it's a shame." The young wolf shook his head as he stepped over to get in the stream of water. "I happen to like not being an idiot."

"Brawn over brains isn't a good thing, long term~" Cyrus shrugged.

"You're an enlightened redneck~" Freddy teased with a smile, as he grabbed the shampoo and lathered his hair up.

"Yep!" laughed Cyrus as he scrubbed shampoo all through his mane of red hair. "I happened to be on honor roll my four years at Valley."

"Stupid should be painful." Freddy quipped as he tipped his head back to rinse his hair off. "That's why I fucking hate Darryl. He's just a stupid sperm donor to me."

"...how'd your day go, Cy?"

"Oh, Darryl fucked up a tire when I had to swerve to avoid hitting him just barreling through an intersection."

"Again?"

"Yep~"

"And him and that fuckhead Ronnie took one of our tractors off a job site so they could use it. And I shut that shit down real fast."

"Fuck Ronnie. What a pathetic loser I've ever seen." Freddy griped. "You know what? Fuck Darryl. And fuck Ronnie."

"I agree~" Cy chuckled. "If there was anyone who shouldn't have children- that's Ronnie."

"Crack kills~" laughed Freddy.

"But aside from my brother being himself, I had a pretty productive day. Now I have to endure another dinner with everyone."

"Oh god..." Freddy groaned. "I already know what's going to happen... Darryl's gonna run his cocksucker, Ronnie's gonna be shitfaced drunk, and Becky's just going to be the usually oblivious 'my children are angels' spiel."

"Basically."

"Why does Grandma think this is going to work? When has these dinners ever worked to bring the Filtons together?"

"They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result." Cy joked. "Oh well, at least Mom can cook up a great homemade meal!"

"True. I hope she makes that ziti I like."

"I agree~" Cy nodded as he shut the water off. Freddy stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off, followed by Cyrus, who patted his pelt dry. Grabbing his hair dryer, he dried off Freddy's mane of long brown hair, while he combed it to straighten it out. Cyrus turned the blow dryer onto his own locks of red hair and got it dried off, which he then combed to straighten it out. Instead of braiding it up, he kept it this time in a standard ponytail, which flowed down his back. He took a clean bandanna and wrapped it around his head.

"Well...let's get this fucking shitshow on the road..." Freddy groaned.

Cyrus and Freddy climbed aboard into his Sierra, and took off for the road. Instead of turning left, he turned right, to begin the trek towards his parents house a few miles away. The route happened to take them by Ronnie and Darryl's property, where Filton Landscaping was based at. Emerging from a tree line, the property was a discombobulated mess. There were a couple trailers scattered about, that were for Ronnie and his wife, Darryl, and Ronnie's son from his first marriage, Darren. Not far away from the trailers was the charred, broken remains of Ronnie's former farm house, which had burned in a fire three years prior, but was never torn down. Now the elements was doing that bit by bit. Their landscaping equipment just sat out in the open, and fuel and oil drums littered the scrubby landscape. Cyrus drove by and just shook his head with Freddy. How that side's landscaping business didn't collapse in yet, he'd never know.

---

Turning off the county road, Cyrus pulled into the gravel lot of his childhood home, an old two story farm home that was sheathed in brown siding and had black shutters on the windows. Cyrus parked behind his Dad's black Tahoe, and hopped out with Freddy. He saw Ed's truck, but no Ronnie and Darryl.

Stepping inside, he was greeted by his mom, Linda. She was fifty-nine, and had wavy red hair that bore some gray streaks in it. She gave Cyrus and Freddy a tight hug and welcomed them inside. She quickly returned to the kitchen to finishing up what she was cooking. Outside the kitchen windows, Dan grilled some meats on his big chrome grill. Stepping into the dining room, Cyrus was immediately greeted by Ed's young kids, who came clambering over to get a hug from their uncle.

"Hey! You munchkins!" Cyrus greeted as he knelt down and hugged his two nieces and nephew, Audrey, Valery, and Nate. They all excitedly hugged their uncle.

"Now it's time to see how late those idiots are going to be~" chuckled Ed as he sat back to a beer at the dinner table with his wife, Vanessa. She was a slender gray wolfess with auburn hair that was neatly trimmed and permed. She had a tattoo sleeve on her right arm, composed of various flower types blended all in, and snakebite piercings, like Cy's.

As Cyrus fired off another Darryl joke, he saw the white F250 pull into the driveway, signaling Darryl's arrival with his girlfriend Hanna, and daughter, Jennifer. Cyrus went with Ed to go greet their brother.

Stepping outside, they saw Darryl walking up, still in his dirty coveralls. He carried his daughter in his arms, who had her little arms wrapped around his neck.

"Hey Jennifer!" Cyrus greeted. The little wolfess smiled and waved at him, with a cute, energetic "hi!" in return.

"Darryl." Cyrus announced in a more reserved tone.

"Cy, Ed~" Darryl nodded.

"Hey Hanna~" Cyrus greeted.

"Oh hi guys! How are you?" she responded happily. Hanna was a plain looking wolfess, who had a mottled pelt of gray and brown fur. She had light brown hair that was kept simple and slightly short. She had big, meaty arms, and was a bit heavy set. She served as Darryl's neglected, taken for granted, girlfriend.

"Oh fine, Whacha got there?" Ed asked curiously.

"Oh, I made a green bean casserole to bring to the dinner." She smiled as she walked by.

"Oh thank you!" Cyrus complimented.

"Hey, Darryl, how'd your construction project go without a tractor?" teased Ed with a shit-eating grin.

"Terrible." Darryl glared back. "It would have been so much easier had I had the tractor..."

"I thought you liked hard work?" laughed Cyrus. "Makes you all tough and strong!"

"Not when I have to hand dig a trench! You see who I work with!?" Darryl snapped.

"My name's Darryl, I'm stupid!" Cyrus mocked, in a little kid's voice that always got his brother upset.

"Don't steal our tractor?" Ed shrugged. "Or be a better business and take care of your shit?"

"You see who I have to work with?"

"Hey, you made that bed, motherfucker~" Cyrus shrugged.

"Fuck you~"

"No thanks. Incest isn't my thing~"

Darryl scoffed and stormed off inside.

"Here we go..." chuckled Ed to Cyrus.

"I have a feeling this is going to go-"

Cy's words were interrupted by a mighty crash. He spun around to see a blue Chrysler van just plow into the tree in the front yard.

"...and there's Uncle Ronnie."

The van's entire nose was crumpled in, and steam shot from the radiator. The driver door opened and out came Ronnie falling out onto his face. His overweight wife Becky emerged in a panic, and was yelling at Ronnie over crashing into the tree. The van's door slid open to reveal Darren, who looked tweaked out of his mind. He stumbled and jumped in rapid motion. Ed and Cyrus just stood there and shook their heads in disdain.

Becky stood over Ronnie yelling at him. She was an aging, obese wolfess with gray and white fur, and a short crop of graying black hair atop her head. She wore a summer dress that was blue with white flower designs on it, and sandals that really did not help flatter her cankles.

"Why do you have to be so drunk and stupid!" Becky screamed.

"Why can't you wear some fucking underwear under your dress!" Ronnie shouted back. "Your camel toe's showing!"

"RONNIE!" Becky screamed. "You could have got us killed! You should have let Darren drive!"

Darren grabbed Ronnie and dragged him up to his feet. If there was anyone who was hated more in the family, it was Darren Filton. He was a brown wolf, aged thirty-six, who's body showed years of meth use. His face was bony and had visible sores on it. His eyes were wide open, with pink bags beneath them. His light brown hair was visibly thinning in places, and his clothes were two sizes too big and bagging on his slender frame. Darren was a felon, and had served two bouts in prison for spousal abuse, having beat his first wife almost to death in a drug fueled rage, and chasing a random woman through Hanover with a knife in another drug fueled bender. He was about as useful as he looked.

"What the flying fuck is this!?" came Dan, who ran out the front door to see Ronnie's van smashed up against his tree. "RONNIE! You stupid, drunk fuck! What the flying fuck is this!?"

"Sorry, I didn't see the tree..." Ronnie explained, his words slurred as Darren held him up.

"And what the fuck is this tweaker doing here!" Dan pointed. "What'd I tell you about bringing this motherfucker around! We got grandkids here!"

"Darren's fine!" Ronnie exclaimed. "Come on Beck! Let's get on inside!"

Ronnie took two steps and proceeded to trip over his own foot and fall face first into the driveway. "GOD DAMNIT! Maybe I had too much to drink..."

Ed closed his eyes and shook his head. "Here we go, Cy."

"Yep..."

Linda came running out to see what was going on, and gasped at the van sitting against the tree. "How did you hit the tree?"

"I didn't see it?" Ronnie responded as he was picked up.

"It's the only tree in the yard?" Linda replied, with a concerned tilt of her head.

Ronnie was dragged inside, and everyone went in to go sit down at the dinner table.

---

"See? This is great... it's like one big happy family!" Becky exclaimed as she helped finish getting the table set. There was an uncomfortable silence amongst everyone as they sat together. Dan and Ronnie glared at each other, as did Darryl and Freddy. Cyrus could sense the tension in the room; it was thick enough that one could cut it with a knife.

"What the fuck are you staring at, Fred?" Darryl griped.

"Seeing what a piece of shit you are." Freddy snapped back.

"You don't talk to your dad like that!" Darryl pointed.

"I don't give a flying fuck what my sperm donor had to say!" Freddy exclaimed. "Do you even speak to your other four kids you had? Or is your daughter the only one that matters?"

"What...what are you saying there, Fredward."

"Yeah, and that's the other thing. Fredward!? Who the fuck names their kid Fredward! Oh, some piece of shit broad you knocked up and walked away from!"

"Aww, are you just butthurt that things didn't quite work out for you?" Darryl laughed, only to have a fork thrown at him. "HEY! HEY!"

"Freddy!" Linda shouted. "No throwing silverware at your Dad."

"He's not my Dad..." Freddy grumbled. "He's a sperm donor, and Mom's an egg donor."

"So.... How's business." Dan asked his brother. His tone was very reserved, almost at a knife-edge.

"Eh. It's there." Ronnie shrugged. "I mean...we gained two new customers... but we lost the Hanover contract..."

"Oh yeah? Was that because you showed up on site in your tidy-whities to mow and proceeded to piss against the city building?" Dan insulted.

"Well...I don't think so... I mean... I know they were upset about it... but it had to be something else. Fundin' maybe."

Dan just shook his head at his older brother. "Fucking idiot."

"So yeah Dad. Sooo...Darryl took our tractor from the Theaker property today..." Ed mentioned, a sly grin aimed at his brother.

"Are you fucking kidding me- DARRYL!" Dan shouted. "What the fuck did I tell your dumbass! No taking OUR PROPERTY for your business' use!"

"Well we needed a tractor and you guys weren't using it at the time."

"Bullshit!" Cyrus blurted out.

"Of course Cy had to come and take it, so I had to dig the ditch myself by hand! But you know what? I can do it, because that's how good I am! I coulda done it easy, but sometimes you just gotta work the muscles."

"Oh please." Dan scoffed. "If you motherfuckers took better care of your equipment, you wouldn't have to steal and break ours!"

"Like not leave it out in the middle of a field like a bunch of yokels~" Ed chuckled.

"You guys are in better shape because Dad just favored you, Dan!" Ronnie yelled.

"THERE IT IS!" Dan shouted and pointed. "THERE IT IS RON! Why don't you sing a different tune! You've been singing that tune for over forty years now!"

"Yeah, if you didn't rub it in my fucking face all the time that Dad liked you over me!"

"Don't be a fucking drunk, and don't get my brother Don killed!" Dan snarled.

"Oh boy..." Ed and Cyrus muttered.

The origins of the Filton feud began in 1983, with the death of their youngest brother, Donald Filton. In the summer of 1983, Don was killed while riding motorcycles with Ronnie out in the country. Ronnie had challenged Don to a race. Coming up to a blind turn, at high speed, Ronnie spooked an oncoming car that swerved. Don was halfway in the turn when the car struck him at over sixty miles per hour. He was thrown from the bike and hit a tree, dying instantly. He had just turned twenty-one years old. Ronnie turned to drugs to cope with the emotional trauma of indirectly killing his brother. It brought the wrath of his father Gary, who was emotionally messed up for years by his son's death. As time went on, the fallout from Don's death, began to drive wedges in the family, pitting Ronnie against Dan and Gary, and then their children. The feud then took on a different turn when Cyrus came out, and the homophobia began to tear things apart when Cyrus returned from his self-imposed exile. Despite attempts to mend relations, it always ended up in a big argument, and-or a brawl.

"Don had his whole life ahead of him, and was so smart, and you had him killed." Dan yelled.

"I didn't know a fucking car was gonna come speeding around that turn?"

"HOW 'BOUT USING THAT FUCKING BRAIN INSIDE YOUR HEAD!" Dan screamed. "Why the fuck would you think racing motorcycles would be a good idea!"

"Come on you two! That was almost forty years ago!" Linda exclaimed.

"Linda, stay out of it, please." Dan motioned.

"Don had all the smarts, you splattered that all over the road, you worthless moron." Dan snapped.

"Oh, I guess we all can't be like you and just be perfect and loved, huh Dan?" Ronnie glared.

"I discipline myself. That's why I have two great sons, and married to the same old lady for almost forty years!"

"Hey!" Darryl protested. "I'm your first born son!"

"Yeah!" Dan glared. "Don't remind me!"

"The spawn of Satan." Grinned Cyrus with a snort.

"Oh speaking of Satan..." Becky stared. "You don't have any room to talk with your homosexuality!"

"Oh here we go..." Cyrus rolled his eyes with a smile. "I don't think you have any room to talk about morality, since you always go to bat for a wife beater over here."

"I don't see why everyone's making a big deal?" Darren shrugged, his arms all twitching as he grabbed himself a burger. "I told her what she needed to do, she didn't listen, so I knocked some sense into her!"

"Wow." Ed glared. "You're a piece of shit."

"Not everyone's perfect..." Becky defended.

"WOW." Cyrus laughed. "I rest my case~"

"Kinda like your face, Beck~" Dan grinned. "Nothing's perfect~"

Becky gasped. "Dan!"

"Your face needs to go on a diet! It looks like your double-chin's gonna eat it!" Dan snorted.

"Fucking asshole." Ronnie grumbled.

"Fucking drunk, shaggy wet dog, motherfucker..." Dan glared back.

"Aunt Becky, do you suffocate yourself when you gotta put shoes on?" Cyrus snorted. Everyone laughed at her.

"Stop making fun of me!" Becky yelled.

"Stop eating so much!" Freddy grinned, electing more derisive laughter.

"NOM, NOM, NOM!" Ed laughed hysterically.

"You guys are fucking assholes..." Darryl protested. "And you, Cy, you're a fucking freak!"

"Yeah?" Cyrus grinned. "And what are you country bumpkin?"

"I could be a fucking freak like you and get my nipples and dick pierced!" Darryl snorted as he smacked a big spoonful of mashed potatoes on his plate.

"How the fuck can you get your dick pierced when you got a vagina!" Cyrus exclaimed. Dan spat his drink out and laughed.

"WHAT BOY." Darryl bared his teeth, only to be hit in the head with a bun thrown by Cyrus.

Ronnie leaned back in his chair and passed out.

"I don't even know why we have these dinners... Linda... didn't I tell you this was going to end exactly like this?"

"Me and Becky thought it would work to iron out our differences."

"It don't help that your kids are assholes." Becky exclaimed.

"Oh my kids are assholes?" Linda asked, raising a brow. "Listen here you wife beater defending bitch!"

"My kids don't all have felonies on their record!" Dan exclaimed. "Even dumbass Darryl here is light years ahead of your degenerate scumbags!"

"Yeah... HEY!" Darryl suddenly exclaimed.

"Yeah, look at your dumpster fire family." Cyrus shook his head. "Never throw stones in a glass house they say!"

"You know I am not stupid Dad." Darryl grumbled.

"Knocking up six gals? Getting thrown out of engineering school after ONE semester for drunkenness at eighteen? You're not stupid, Darryl. You're just mentally retarded!"

"HA!" Ed and Cyrus pointed and laughed.

"Hey Darryl... you know you're now eligible to get a Covid-19 shot."Freddy smiled.

"Why the fuck would I get a rushed vaccine like that..."

"'Cause they're now offering shots to the mentally disabled."

Dan grinned and laughed at his son's expense.

"That was pretty good, Freddy." Cyrus chuckled.

"I try." He smiled.

"I'm gonna drag your ass outside and beat some sense into you..." Darryl pointed.

"Yeah? I could beat your ass..." Freddy glared. "I'm a fighter. That's what happens when you grow up in fucking Hilltop!"

"You're a little beanpole, fucker." Darryl snapped.

"And you're a worthless piece of shit to everyone..." Freddy fired back.

"Whenever you talk, all I ever hear is this-" Ed chuckled as he lifted a leg and farted.

Ronnie suddenly slumped forward and woke up. "Who the fuck called my name!?"

"Yeah, I guess I fucking called ya if your name is PFFFTFFFTFFFF!" he exclaimed as Ed ripped another fart. There was an explosion of laughter as Darryl suddenly got up.

"Come on let's go." He exclaimed to Hanna as he grabbed her and his daughter. "I'm tired of this shit, and I'm tired of this faggot!"

"Oh I'm a faggot?" Cyrus glared as he got up. "Why don't we go outside and I'll show you what this faggot can do."

Cyrus shoved Darryl into the wall. His older brother suddenly swung a punch at Cyrus who blocked it. Darryl then turn and ran for the door, as Cyrus took off after him. Ed, then Dan, and everyone got up and rushed outside to watch Cyrus tackle Darryl in the driveway. Everyone's frustrations then suddenly hit the flash point, and a brawl ensured. Darryl and Cyrus fought, as Ed jumped in to break it up. Then Dan and Ronnie got into a fight, their long simmering animosity finally boiling over in a fistfight. There were yells and screams as everyone fought each other in the front yard.

"YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!" Darryl snarled, only to be struck in the face by Cy with a well placed blow. As Darryl grabbed his brother's ponytail, Ed kicked Darryl in the chest, which knocked the air out of him.

Dan tackled Ronnie into his Tahoe and threw him on the ground and pinned him, only to be hit by Darren in the back of the head. Dan spun around and slugged Darren in the face.

"This is all your fault!" Becky pointed at Linda.

"My fault!?"

"You and your disgusting family!"

"Look who's talking, bitch!" Linda screamed. "I'm tired of your ugly face! It looks like that double-chin's gonna devour it!"

"Your face looks like something Neil Armstrong landed on!" Becky yelled, only to get a fist in her throat as Linda throat punched her. Linda threw herself into Becky and threw her off the porch and into the grass.

"FUCK YOU DARRYL!" Freddy screamed as he grabbed a brick that was lying in the driveway. "FUCK YOU AND THE FORD YOU DROVE IN YOU FORD FAG!" He proceeded to throw the brick at Darryl's F250, which cracked the windshield. The young wolf dove in and started hitting his dad. He put his paws around Darryl's neck and began to really strangle him, as Cyrus grabbed him.

"NO FREDDY! NO! NO! NO!" Cyrus yelled as he pulled Freddy off, who kicked and screamed.

"I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"

"NO! NO! What did your counselor say!"

"That granola boy can suck on deez nuts!" Freddy yelled.

"Stop! Stop it!" Ed yelled as he went to break up his Dad's fight with Ronnie.

"WHOA! Careful! Your Lifealerts are gonna cancel each other's signal out!" Cyrus laughed as he pulled Ronnie away, and Ed grabbed their dad.

"HEY! HEY! STOPPPPPPPP!" came the voice of a Sheriff's Deputy. Everyone suddenly stopped at the sight of a Licking County Sheriff's cruiser. To add insult to injury, the Deputy was Dan's brother-in-law, John Hansen.

"Now what the flying fuck is going on here!" John exclaimed. "Another brawl? Again? Seriously?"

"Good thing your brother-in-law's here..." Ronnie grunted.

"It was supposed to be a dinner to put aside our differences..." Dan grumbled. He winced as he got up off the ground, having hurt his back, the same as Ronnie. It was a pathetic sight as the two aging men struggled to get up. Ronnie momentarily stood up, and then fell forward and passed out drunk again.

"Come on your guys... Jesus Christ..." John shook his head. "How pathetic is this?"

"Pretty pathetic." Linda admitted.

"Knock it off and everyone go home..." John suggested as he turned and returned to his cruiser to leave.

Becky and Darren grabbed Ronnie and hoisted him up over their shoulders. "Linda, I want my casserole dish back on Monday."

"I'll get it cleaned up~"

"Thanks." Becky nodded. They dragged Ronnie back to the crumbled up van and threw him in the back. Darren got inside and started it back up and backed it up, with the crumpling of metal as he pulled away. Dan, his wife, kids, and grandkids, stood in the driveway and watched as the van departed. It scraped and sparked on the road as Darren drove it away. Dan couldn't help but laugh. They all had a morbid chuckle together.

---

The following morning, Cyrus cured a slight hangover with some weight lifting, and a hot shower. The morning light filtered through the huge picture windows as the big burly wolf worked at his desk that peered out over his woodland property. Through his large frameless window was his deck, a decent sized pond, and all his woodland, with a winding creek and trail that cut through faintly off in the distance. Usually the weekends were his time off, but sometimes work crept into his Saturdays.

At his desk, Cyrus worked on writing out a thank you note to a customer. He wrote it on a company letterhead, a thick manila cardstock that bore the company's name and logo at the top. He wrote a short, friendly message in cursive with a black Rolling Writer pen. His handwriting was neat and rounded, the wolf taking pride in his penmanship. He ended it with "Very Kindly, Cyrus D. Filton". The note was stuffed into an envelope with the customer's payment receipt, and sealed shut. He wrote their name on the envelope and slapped a stamp on it. It sat on a small pile of mail that had to go out. Begrudgingly, Cyrus grabbed his checkbook and filled out a check for his brother Darryl, regarding the windshield to his truck. He scribbled down $700, which would be more than enough to replace the F250's windshield. Despite the tumultuous relationship with Darryl, it was the right thing to do. "What's right is right". He tore the check out and stuffed it into an envelope. It was the consequence of Freddy and his biological Dad's awful relationship; Freddy had anger issues from being emotionally and physically abused by his Hilltop mom and her various druggie boyfriends. It was one of the reasons why Freddy was in counseling, to try and heal the emotional wounds he faced.

Grabbing an envelope off the desk, Cyrus realized he had forgotten about it from yesterday's insanity. It was an envelope addressed to him, from a Rob Barion. Rob was a big name customer for their landscaping business, having had their new headquarters in downtown Newark landscaped by Cy's team. It reminded Cyrus that he was due to meet Rob and his best friend, Maverick Tokarev, for a video shoot. As part of the landscaping deal, Barev did a lot of discounted commercial spots for them, and Cyrus forged a new friendship with the rather mercurial and reclusive Rob.

"To Cyrus,

Many thanks for the hard work that you

and your team put in for our new HQ.

Please accept this gift card as a token

of our appreciation.

Best,

Rob Barion

D.A Tokarev "Mav'".

Inside the thank you card was a two hundred dollar gift card. "Oooooh-oh-ho-ho." Chuckled the wolf as he looked at it. "Cha-ching!" His thoughts about getting a monetary gift was momentarily interrupted by his phone buzzing, signaling an incoming text. He picked it up to find a message from his friend, Borr, who was asking if he was coming to a little sex party that evening.

"Hey are you coming to the cumdump tonight?" the text read. Cyrus responded.

"Oh yes. Need to get me some boy pussy!" he wrote back. "Who's the bottom?"

A minute later, Borr responded. "Our buddy Ben. Hope you like nineteen year old husker butt!"

"Oh fuck yes!" Cyrus grinned as he wrote back. He could feel his dick get hard in his jeans. "Sounds tight and tasty for my big dick!"

"Heh. Me and Anton are looking forward to seeing ya tonight~"

"Heh, heh, will do, stud."

Cyrus grabbed the bulge in his jeans and gave it a squeeze, which felt so good. All through the pandemic, he didn't get much to hook up and play around with. Even with friends, things were precarious, and everyone stayed away. He felt sexually frustrated by everything going on, and it was a relief to know he was going to get a nice release with his pals. The idea of a cumdump turned him on.

Grabbing the mail, Cyrus returned to his bedroom for a moment. He opened the closet and fumbled around at some of his leathers. He grabbed his codpiece, chaps, boots, and a harness, and laid them out on his bed. That would be his getup for a little leather get together with his friends. Flipping off the light, he went back downstairs to grab his keys.

The garage door opened to reveal a cherry red old Chevy, his "redneck truck". Sitting in the garage was his jacked up 1980 Chevy Cheyanne, a K20 with big knobby Firestones. Cyrus put his mail inside the single cab and climbed in to fire up the huge 454 big block, which roared loudly to life. He engaged the clutch and shifter and took off for the shop.

---

At his landscaping headquarters, Cyrus arrived to find Rob and Maverick just pulling in. He pulled in behind the red Tahoe and turned to park in his usual parking spot. Rob went and parked on the other side of the lot. Hopping out, Cyrus adjusted the bandanna on top of his head and slammed the truck door shut. His pointed cowboy boots scraped along the gravel as he walked over to see Rob emerge with Maverick from the SUV.

"Fellas! Good morning!" Cyrus grinned in excitement. "Welcome!"

"Good morning~" Rob greeted.

"Hey!" exclaimed Maverick as he walked up. Maverick was a tall gray furred, Russian husky, who practically towered over Cyrus at six foot five inches. Cyrus thought he himself was pretty tall at six-two. Rob was a bit shorter than Cyrus, and even in a calm mood, had a fierce, stern stare on his face. Cyrus understood. The big scar that dominated Rob's face was a reminder to Cyrus of his rough past. Rob was the oldest of the three, at thirty-eight. After meeting them for the landscaping project the year before, they became personal friends. Cyrus, who had a fledgling interest in electronics and photography, found their eclectic broadcasting hobby intriguing.

Getting to business, Rob, Maverick, and Cyrus stood around discussing their outlines for the commercial. It was to promote "March Mulch Madness", a yearly sale Filton's did for mulch. It always brought a huge influx in sales for the company. Going over to one of the giant piles of mulch in the mulch storage area, Cyrus climbed on top of the almost thirty foot tall pile of brown mulch and sat atop, while Rob sat at the bottom, manning his Sony BVP-30 tube camera on a stubby tripod, aimed up at Cyrus for dramatic effect. Maverick stood, manning a Sony BVU-150 three-quarter inch tape deck, which was fed video by the VTR cable tethered between himself and Rob. They did three takes for redundancy, and shot a second commercial spot for "shits and giggles". Before putting all the gear away, Cyrus got a chance to play around with Rob's Sony BVP-30 for a bit. He swung the camera around on his shoulder, watching through the monochrome viewfinder the specular highlights off his truck comet-tail with his movements. Another unique "only analog" effect.

"You guys mind if I come and watch you edit this?" Cyrus asked curiously. "I don't really have anything else to do today~"

"Sure." Rob nodded.

"Wanna take a ride in the redneck truck?"

Rob and Mav looked at each other and nodded.

With the camera suitcase and VTR strapped down in the bed, Cyrus drove Rob and Maverick in his old K20. The truck was loud, with a deep throaty roar of the exhaust, and the hum of the knobby tires on the pavement. Everyone was a bit packed in; Maverick sat in the middle, with Rob by the rolled down window. The slipstream came blasting in as they approached Hanover, where Cyrus needed to stop at the gas station to refuel and drop mail off at the mailbox there.

"Yeah, she needs a bit of a tune-up I can tell~" Cyrus admitted over all the wind noise. "Transmission needs a little servicing, and some carburetor cleaning!"

"Oh the joys of old vehicles!" Mav laughed. "I gotta change the oil on my little Trabbi~"

"That silly little East German combloc car?" Cyrus laughed.

"The clown car without a windup key~" Rob quipped.

"Hey! HEY!" Mav exclaimed. "Don't talk shit about my Trabbi and its twenty-six horses!"

"Wow!" laughed Cyrus. "That's it?"

"Dude, it's like a two-stroke engine you'd put in a lawnmower or something." The Russian husky snorted. "I can barely get it to top out at sixty!"

Rob chuckled and looked ahead to notice someone riding on a lawnmower in the middle of the street. He squinted his eyes to notice that it was an old, chubby wolf on a beat up riding lawn mower, with a messy mop of graying hair. Something didn't seem quite right. Rob scrutinized what he saw and realized that it was an old wolf wearing a dress!

"What the fuck!" Rob shouted. Mav and Cyrus took notice of what Rob was seeing.

"OH NO." Cyrus said out loud. "That's my fucking Uncle Ronnie!"

"Is he a transvestite?" Maverick asked.

"Oh my god no... he's my fucking drunk ass uncle... wearing Aunt Becky's fucking floral pattern dress! What the fuck is this?"

Cyrus pulled up alongside Ronnie and matched his speed.

"RONNIE! What the fuck are you doing!?" Cyrus shouted at him.

"Goin' to get me some booze!" laughed the wolf.

"What the fuck are you doing wearing Aunt Beck's dress? Why are you on a lawnmower? How drunk are you?"

"Not enough!" the wolf exclaimed. "Ole Becky thought she could sober me up by taking the keys away and all my clothes... well... she didn't take away the keys for the mower... or a dress! Hehe!"

Cyrus just rolled his eyes. He glanced over at Rob and Maverick with a bit of an embarrassed look to his face.

Pulling into the gas station, Cyrus hopped out and watched as Ronnie came pulling on up by the entrance. The few people at the gas pumps just stared in disbelief.

"Ronnie! What do you think you're doing!?"

"Getting some beer!" Ronnie exclaimed.

"What do you think people are gonna react to a sixty-three year old man in a dress!"

"They're gonna think I'm transgender!" Ronnie exclaimed.

Cyrus smacked a paw against his face. "Oh Mylanta..."

The sound of tires got Cy's attention as he looked up to see Darryl come darting in with his F250 and its cracked windshield. The burly wolf's heart sank further when he saw a beat up gold Toyota come groaning into the lot, signaling the arrival of Ronnie's other children, Susan, Nate, and Paul Filton.

"Oh boy."

"Uncle Ronnie!" Darryl shouted. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

"Hey get away! I need my booze!" Ronnie protested as Darryl grabbed him.

"No, our business cannot tolerate this!" Darryl exclaimed.

"I will lift my dress up and flash you!" Ronnie yelled.

Rob and Maverick stood off in the distance and just watched the whole thing unfold. Cyrus was so embarrassed.

"Hey! Hey!" Susan yelled. She was a lanky, burned out wolfess who had half her teeth gone from excessive drug use. Her face was all sunk in and prematurely aged, with unkempt black hair.

"Becky can go fuck herself! I need my liquor damnit!"

"Let go of Dad!" Nate exclaimed.

"Get the fuck back!" Darryl yelled at Nate, who gave him a shove. Darryl let go of Ronnie and shoved Nate into the wall. Darryl was suddenly jumped on by Ronnie's kids.

"Get your fucking paws off me you goat fucking child molester!" Darryl snarled as he hit Paul in the stomach with a well placed punch. Susan smacked Darryl across the face, compelling Cyrus to step in to help his older brother.

"Oh my god... come on LET HIM GO!" Cyrus demanded. As Cyrus shoved others off and got overwhelmed himself, Rob and Maverick stepped in to break things up. Without even a flinch, Rob yanked Nate back and threw him to the ground. He grabbed Susan by her hair and yanked her away, where he flailed and fell against Maverick, who recoiled in disgust.

"OH GOD!" the husky yelled. "DIE YOU HIDEOUS CREATURE! GET OFF MY PLANET!"

Maverick shoved her hard and Susan fell into a dumpster.

"ENOUGH!" the gas station owner screamed. The aging Rottweiler stepped out brandishing a 12 gauge.

"Come on let's get outta here!" Nate exclaimed.

"Don't you ever come back you petty low life motherfucker!" the Rottweiler yelled at Nate. "All you fucking Filtons are god damn insane! Especially you, Ronnie! You fucking bum!"

"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on Matty!" Ronnie yelled in a slurred voice. He proceeded to flip him off as Darryl ushered him into the Toyota with the rest of his kids. The Toyota quickly left, the lot growing quiet once again.

Darryl shook his head in disdain, and Cyrus looked embarrassed.

"Wow." Was all Rob said as he crossed his arms. "Wow."

"Did Aunt Becky call you?" Cyrus asked.

"Yeah..." Darryl shook his head. "And then she called the freak show."

"Jesus Christ..." Cyrus muttered. "Well Rob and Mav, that's part of my family."

"Neat!" Maverick exclaimed.

"Not really! We'll just go with it!" Cyrus grinned sarcastically.

"Well... I better get Ronnie's mower back to the trailer..." Darryl shook his head as he walked over to get the riding mower and prepare the ramps that sat in the bed of his truck.

"Hey...before you go." Cyrus stopped him as he ran back to his truck and grabbed the envelope with the check that was destined for him. "Here, have this."

Darryl opened the envelope, and looked genuinely surprised at the check. "Really, Cy? After all the shit yesterday?"

"We're brothers... and things got carried away." Cyrus shrugged. "Go get a new windshield."

"Wow. Thanks, brother~"

"It's repayment." Cy said, with a reserved smile.

"Now... you could really repay me by letting us borrow your excavator for a week because we need it for a big project!" Darryl fired off with a sarcastic little smirk.

Cyrus chuckled, lifted a leg, and ripped a loud, wet fart. "That's my thought to your inquiry~"

"Well fuck you too~"

"Take that check and shove it where the sun don't shine, peaches!"

"Fine! I will!" Darryl exclaimed. He dropped his tailgate and proceeded to get the mower all stowed away, as Cyrus walked back towards Rob and Mav.

---

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Cyrus chuckled at watching himself on his laptop that sat in his bedroom. As he talked, Rob zoomed the camera out, revealing himself sitting atop the mountain of brown mulch. Everything in the picture had a subtle, soft, pastel color to it, from the camera tubes. The graphics and everything had a classic look that he adored. It was just the perfect commercial to throw up on the company's social media, and YouTube pages. As he watched it again, the big wolf was getting ready to head to his friend's place for the evening. He packed his duffel bag with his leathers; he gently sat his folded up chaps and codpiece in, followed with his harness, and bracers. Everything had a shiny black look to it. He also tossed in his favorite cockring, a black leather strap with silver spikes on it for that edgy look. Lastly, a bottle of silicone Gun Oil lube. He zipped his duffel bag up, shut his laptop off, and threw the bag over his shoulder.

He went downstairs, said goodbye to Freddy, and ventured out to toss the bag in the backseat of his GMC. He climbed aboard, fired up the diesel engine, and took off for Westerville, almost an hour west, in greater Columbus. He was turned on and excited for another hot cumdump party. His cock throbbed in his shorts for the overdue attention. And the idea of a horny, young nineteen year old stud to breed? Even better!

His friends, Anton and Borr, lived on the outskirts of Westerville, with their roommate Ben, another husky. He pulled into the gravel driveway to find a bunch of cars parked around the house. Cyrus turned and parked and hopped out to fetch his bag. He made his way to the front door and rang the doorbell. After half a minute, the door swung open to reveal Borr, a white and gray Swedish husky with a long braided blonde ponytail like Cy's, his muscular body clad in leather.

"Well, hello~" grinned Cyrus playfully.

"Come on in!" Borr exclaimed. Cyrus stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He took a step over and gave Borr a kiss, feeling his tongue momentarily play with his.

"Looking good there, stud~" Cyrus chuckled as a paw caressed Borr's snow white butt and soft leather codpiece.

"Thanks~ Why don't you get changed. The party's started."

"Is Anton warming the cumdump up?" Cyrus grinned.

"Oh yes~" Borr chuckled with a playful grin.

Cyrus stepped into the bathroom and got changed into his leather gear. He emerged in a pair of black cowboy boots, his codpiece and leather harness that crisscrossed his chiseled, tattooed chest. His muscular tattooed arms had two armbands on his biceps and his thick black leather bracers at his wrists, with snug leather gloves covering his paws. He walked with a confident stride down to the basement, where he heard some music playing. Stepping in through the door, he saw some familiar faces as his eyes scanned the finished basement. He saw Mark Prince and his husband Tanner, clad head to do in shiny black leather, sharing a beer with their collared slave, Russ Drabek, a tattooed up red Doberman, who wore a black codpiece studded with little spikes, and a harness like Cy's, with a thick leather collar around his neck, attached to Mark with a leash. At the pool table, Vlad Tokarev, a Russian husky, played pool with his husband Nico Timofeyevich, a big tall red furred Serb Dober, who was tattooed up like Russ. Watching them was "Papa Jim", a burly fifty-two year old gray wolf who sipped at a beer while observing the game.

And finally, Cy laid his eyes on Anton in the corner, fucking their cumdump in a leather sling. Anton had his back turned to himself as he humped away, his muscular body adorned in a bar vest. Cy licked his lips at Anton's bubble butt, which sported a koi fish and lily pads tattoo that occupied his right butt cheek. He saw that the cumdump was a young looking husky, with tan and beige fur, who had a slightly short, braided ponytail of brown hair. Cy's cock throbbed in its leather pouch at the sight. Not only was he being fucked, he was giving a blowjob to Rick Bartley, a gray wolf with fire red hair like Cy's.

"Hey studly~" grinned Cyrus as he walked up to watch.

"Glad you made it~" smiled Anton as he gave Cyrus a kiss on the lips.

"Having fun?" Cyrus teased, glancing down at Anton's swollen nine inches being pleasured by that delectable tight looking hole.

"Very." Chuckled the husky. "Just getting Ben warmed up~"

"I'm next." Grinned Rick. "Yeah boy? Ready to be filled up by a bunch of horny, hung motherfuckers?"

"Oh yes~" Cyrus grinned in return. He gave Anton's butt a playful caress, and turned to fetch a beer from the cooler full of ice, to go and get caught up with friends. While the others took turns to fuck Ben and breed him, Cyrus took the time to get "acquainted" with some of his pals.

He made out with Nico for a bit, and gradually slid down to his knees to tug on the elastic to the Dober's bulging jock. He pulled it down to watch a thick, chubby, uncut cock plop out, which Cyrus took into his muzzle. He instantly felt Nico get hard as he started to suck on it. Vlad approached and whipped his thick tan member out, rubbing it playfully against Cy's face as he sucked on Nico. Horny and hungry for maleness, he tended to Nico, before putting Vlad in his cock to feel it get rock hard. He swallowed all nine inches of husky cock, bobbing his head up and down, and returning the favor to Nico with his nine and a half.

"My turn~" Nico announced. He knelt down as Cyrus stood up, watching the Dober pull his codpiece off. His nine and a half inches of thick tan cock burst out with its silver piercing. Nico took it all into his muzzle and sucked on it. Cyrus closed his eyes and let out a moan as Vlad caressed his abs and played with his nipple rings. Nico pulled his muzzle off and his warm, velvet tongue teased the piercing, which made Cyrus gasp a little bit. Nico used the tip of his tongue to play with the curved barbell, which gently tugged and pulled, his cock throbbing to the sensation.

Papa Jim finished up fucking Ben, and Vlad went over to get off to the young husker butt. Cyrus turned his attention to giving a kiss and caressing the burly gray wolf and playing with his softening cock. Jim's tight grip slowly stroked Cy's throbbing member, which began to drip some pre.

"Ooooh, someone's gonna explode tonight."

"Yes I am~ In some young, boy pussy!" laughed the blonde wolf.

Cyrus got in position behind Vlad, watching the almost forty year old husky work Ben rough before breeding him with a loud grunt and moan at the end. Vlad slowly pulled out, his rock hard nine inches dripping a bit at the tip. Cyrus stroked his swollen cock, his studded cockring tightly wrapped around the base of his thick cock and balls. He stepped up behind that young husky, his firm bubble butt presented to him. Cum trickled from his now well used hole. Cy's cock throbbed even more at the sight. The wolf smeared some lube on his dick, and took aim. Tugging the foreskin back, he guided his cock in with his left paw, the thick mushroom shaped head slowly entering the young husky's snug hole. He fed every inch slowly, savoring the tightness, the tugs of his piercing adding to the intensity. Ben let out a moan as Cyrus hilted him. He then slowly began to thrust.

Grabbing his hips, Cyrus fucked Ben in the sling, the creaking of leather and the rattling of chains, between the little grunts and groans from the nineteen year old. Cyrus talked dirty here and there, his voice teasing. He squeezed those buttcheeks, caressed his lower back and hips, teased him with his cock.

"Yeah boy, you want my cum?"

"Fuck yeah, I do~"

"Good boy." Chuckled Cyrus.

Despite his horny thoughts, he kept wondering about something; the husky he was fucking looked and sounded familiar, as if he had known him or something. He reminded him of someone he once knew in Hanover, but Cyrus crossed that out of his mind. The last time he had seen that person was before he left to Dayton, and that person was just a young kid. But the thought persisted, even when the urge to cum was growing.

"I'm gonna fill your fucking little hole up~" Cyrus grinned. His thrusts threw faster, harder.

"Want that fucking cum, slut?"

"Yeah!"

"Want another fucking load!"

"Yeah! Fucking give it to me!" Ben called back.

"Keep your hole tight~

"Okay~!"

Cyrus closed his eyes, his breathing going shallow, his cock throbbing so intensely. He was right at the edge, his balls tightening up. He pushed himself in all the way and began to thrust shallow. "OHHHHH YEAHHHHHH!" Cyrus called out as he came, his cock throbbing and shooting his thick, pent up cum into Ben's well used rear. The husky let out a moan to the sensation, as Cyrus slowed his thrusting. The pleasure was so intense. He slowly pulled his cock out, cum dripping off his piercing as he backed away. Taking a Sharpie, he drew another mark on Ben's right cheek, his seventh load. As he stepped back, Nico approached, his cock swaying. He had a similar cockring to Cy's, which looked good on the forty year old Dober. Cy watched as Nico got into position, and abruptly bent down to eat some of the cum out of Ben's ass, which he then used with his spit to lube his monster cock up, which was fed into the husky. Ben let out a moan as Nico fucked him, the Dober bracing himself over to hump away.

"Nice~" chuckled Cyrus. He stuffed his cock back into his codpiece, and went to grab himself another beer, when Anton approached and rubbed his back and chest.

"Hey stud~ Maybe I could eat your ass?" the husky asked with a smutty smirk.

"Sure~" smiled Cyrus. He walked over to the pool table, leaned over and braced himself on it and lifted his tail up. Anton knelt down and stuck his muzzle between those firm blonde and beige cheeks and tongue fucked the wolf, who chuckled and let out a content grunt. "Nice~"

---

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." Ben huffed in the sling, watching as Cyrus took care of his raging boner.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" gasped the young husky as Cyrus furiously bobbed his muzzle up and down on Ben's thick nine inches. His tan, uncut shaft throbbed and throbbed to Cy's quick pace. The other guys stood around, caressing the husky and chuckling at the sight. Nico stood directly behind Ben, his thick tan shaft practically resting on Ben's face.

"Come on Ben...cum for us~ It's your turn." Chuckled the Dober.

"Fuck...so close... so close..."

A gentle caress and playful squeeze of a nipple finally pushed Ben over, and he came. Cyrus tasted the warm, salty, musky cum shoot out into his mouth. He swallowed it eagerly and pulled his muzzle off, only to get shot all over the face by a big jet of cum. The guys laughed and gave some compliments to Ben's unintended money shot all over Cyrus, who laughed and wiped some cum off his face.

"Holy fuck~ That's a lot of cum~"

"His ass says the same thing." Borr chuckled. "Well Ben? How'd you like being our cumdump?"

Ben took a second to catch his breath. "My ass is sore, guys~"

"Well, I mean you just took like ten guys who are almost all nine inches long..." Vlad laughed.

"Yeah, the contents of your anus may have shifted a bit after this..." Cyrus grinned. "Well I need to get cleaned up..."

"Same..." Ben admitted.

"Heh, wanna join me in the shower?"

Ben accompanied Cyrus to Anton and Borr's walk-in shower. Behind the frosted glass, the young husky was towered over by the wolf, who unbraided his hair in front of him. Ben looked on in awe as Cyrus let his long red hair loose, down his backside. He proceeded to unbraid Ben's short-cropped ponytail, and ran a paw through his brown locks of hair. In the hot water, Cyrus got Ben all wet and lathered some shampoo up in his big paws, which he then proceeded to massage into Ben's scalp. The husky leaned back and let Cyrus bathe him in the hot stream. Getting Ben cleaned up, Cyrus took some of the shampoo and washed his long locks of hair clean. Ben gently caressed his abs and stomach, a paw playfully groping that big cock of his.

"Heh, heh, it's pretty big ain't it?" Cyrus chuckled.

"I like the piercing."

"Thank you!"

"That, uhh, felt good."

"Heh, heh, feels good on my end too~" the wolf grinned with a slight snicker at the end. "I can't complain!"

"I liked how you fuck." Ben chuckled with a bit of an awkward smile. His face bore a nasty scar like Rob's, and Cy could tell Ben had some facial paralysis that warped his smile a bit.

"Heh, heh, thanks~" Cyrus smiled. "Hey, uhh... is your last name Reynolds, by chance?"

That inquiry perked the husky's attention. "Yeah?"

"Ben Reynolds?" Cyrus asked. A big smile emerged on his face. "Little Benny! Hey! It's Big Cy!"

"Cyrus? Cyrus Filton!" Ben exclaimed. "Holy fuck, Cy, it's been a long time."

"A very long time. Holy crap, I haven't seen you since you were a little kiddo! That's gotta be like... thirteen years now!"

"I remember you used to take me fishing at the pond." Ben recalled. "Wow, that was a long time ago."

"Since when have you become a gay, leather, cumdump?"

"Heh, since I came out about two and a half years ago." Ben laughed.

"I guess we didn't quite have an introduction did we?" Cyrus chuckled.

"Yeah." Ben laughed. "I was in the sling getting bred~"

"You got a nice tight little fuckhole there."

"That's also because your dick's so huge."

Cyrus grinned and wagged a finger in agreement.

"I'm impressed~"

"Hey, you got an impressive package too. Just how I like my men- hung, thick, and uncut."

"All natural!"

"Exactly!"

For the rest of their shower, they soaked and relaxed in the hot water. Ben leaned against Cyrus, and enjoyed those big tattooed arms of his snaked around him. They got caught up on things, and learned a bit more about each other's life after they had last seen each other. It was a happy reunion. Cyrus even proposed an idea for them to hang out next Saturday, something Ben accepted happily.

Following their shower, and after everyone had gone on home, Cyrus decided to stay the night with his friends. Too drunk to drive, he ended the night lying in bed with his big husky pile. Anton and Borr slept beside him, and Ben laid against his warm body, his head resting on his tattooed chest. Cyrus had an arm draped around him as he laid in bed and relaxed with his friends, before finally drifting off to sleep with them.

---

Burgers sizzled on Cy's grill, as the big wolf cooked a meal for his family for a get-together. Standing on his deck, the burly wolf flipped some of the patties and rotated some hotdogs, watching the scenery from the deck. Below, he saw his Dad and brother Ed sitting on the dock, fishing at his pond. Darryl ran across the yard, playing with his daughter, while Ed's kids and wife sat in his little enclosure, playing with his wood ducks that enjoyed the company. It was a great Sunday mid-morning for a cookout.

Emerging through the kitchen door, Linda and Freddy carried out some food they had prepared.

"Burgers will be done in a bit!" Cyrus announced.

"Sweet~" Freddy responded. "I'll go grab the buns!"

Cyrus made a final adjustment, and grabbed a platter to go grab all the meats and sorted them out. He cranked the heat way down on his grill, and placed the platter inside to keep everything warm, and the insects off. "Foods ready!" Cyrus called as he closed the grill.

Taking a breather for himself, he stepped down off his deck into his yard to walk over the dock.

"Hey foods ready, guys!" Cyrus exclaimed with a laugh to his dad and brother.

"In a bit!" Dan exclaimed. "This pond has been great..."

"The bluegill have really been biting!" Ed chuckled as he happened to reel one in on his line. He unhooked it and tossed it back into the pond.

"I got burgers and hotdogs up there, and Mom and Freddy just made a potato salad."

"Sweet."

"Come on you guys!" Linda motioned. "Food's ready."

"Jesus Christ, give us a bit!" Dan laughed. "It's getting good!"

"It's just some fish, Dan~"

"Shut up, Linda~" Dan snorted.

Linda chuckled and shook her head sarcastically as she glanced at Cyrus. "Oh Cy, when are you ever gonna find yourself a nice boyfriend and settle down?"

The big wolf shrugged. "Someday. Heh, I got a sort of date next weekend."

"Oh yeah?"

"Nothing big. Just hanging out here."

"Totally a hookup." Grinned Ed.

"Shut up, Ed." Laughed Cyrus. "But he is a cutie pie, and he's from the Hanover area."

"Oh really! Well that'd be nice." Linda smiled. "Not one of those city slicks like the last one."

Cyrus just shook his head and chuckled. "You win some, you lose some, Mom."

As Cyrus turned to head back to go grab himself some food, Darryl came running up. His older brother had a shit-eating grin on his face as he jumped and farted on Cyrus. Before he could even land, Cyrus shoved Darryl, who flew off the dock and went splashing into the pond.

"DARRYL!" Dan yelled. "Jesus Christ you're scaring the fucking fish away!"

"Way to go you fucking idiot!" Ed chimed in with a smirk.

"God damnit Cy!" Darryl yelled as he had to swim back to the ladder.

"Don't shit on me bro!" grinned Cyrus. "You needed a bath, 'cause your fart stank!"

"When are you ever gonna use that brain, Darryl?" Linda rolled her eyes.

"Can't use what you don't have!" Ed snorted.

"True~" smirked Cyrus.

"Yeah, yeah..." Darryl huffed.

"I love my family..." chuckled Cyrus to himself as he went to go grab himself a beer and some food. He returned to the deck to lean against the railing and take all the sights in.

"Life sure is good~" Cyrus concluded, feeling optimistic.