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My Gym Partner's Bro Is A Total Woof

By Foxy Boy

-Again, naturally.

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Through the hallowed halls of Charles Darwin Middle School, a miracle had manifest.

First period was freshly over, the students making their way to the next class in relative silence. No accidents or injuries to disturb the crowded hall, "Bull" Sharkowski was into none of his usual tormenting shenanigans, and the eighth wonder of the known world... Jake Spidermonkey was calmly, inarguably reserved. Traipsing the cold ceramic tiles in a pure mimic of average, even normal strolling; effectively mute alongside his best friend, Adam Lyon, and their compadré, "Lupe" Toucan. No trace of manic splendour, that would any other time be chiseled on his countenance.

From his human company, this brought the natural response. "What's wrongwith you today?"

No reply, just a faraway stare at his shuffling feet.

It was Lupe's turn to play the coaxing card, in her thick Spanish brogue. "Come on, Jake, we know you better than that. Don't be a stupid essay, spill the beans already."

The brim of his hat tilted back with the rise of his head, and the accompanying sigh. "You just can't leave a guy alone." Eyes widened, and two monkey palms elevated in an open, shaking cringe. "Even one whose _very existence _ has lost half its meaning!"

"Why?" Adam intoned, quickly shifting to a backstab-smile. "Did they make it illegal to pick your nose?"

Zealous head shakes.

Lupe, keen on the possible fun, joined in. "So they cancelled the butt-shining monologues?"

More vehement head shakes, with igniting rage.

"...Or did miss Duvall have a bad week on the pop charts?"

His whole body began to quake. One index finger shot up in the air, and with lips pursed, undiluted fury was channeling his aspeny frame.

But an instant later, all relaxed, his arms fell to his side, and the fuzzy brow drooped like a dying orchid. "Ah, what's the use. You'd never understand, in a million, bazillion, fafillion years."

Lupe's glare narrowed. "Oh, I get it. It's about Windsor's new hobby."

The look he returned, that of a deer in headlights, proved her accuracy.

Adam jumped at the chance, to show his usual puzzlement. "Wait, what new hobby?"

His contemporaries faced him, halting their inter-hall stroll. Lupe's harsh tropical voice shattered the ice. "You know, the ROTC. That patriotic wave that's sweeping the country, like my grandmother's whisk broom on a sea of camouflage ants."

Still incredulous. "... So that's why we haven't seen him since Tuesday."

A nod, gifted from Jake.

"... And his locker door smells like Pine-Sol."

Another one, from their hovering lady-bird.

"... And nobody thought I'd like to know."

Jake's head swung to the side, in nonchalant pose. "Can't blame us for bein' behind the curve, slo-mo." He began a slow saunter beyond them. "You know, projectin' your faults can't be healthy. I'd see if Mr. Mandrill could knock that out for ya."

The diminutive boy, clenching his diminutive fists, sprinted to catch up. " ANY way, I don't see why it bothers you. So he's at boot camp or whatever, so you go a little while without... That thing you guys are always giggling about."

The thought of his point, delivered a brief grin to the primate's countenance.

Adam, ignorant of this, continued. "... I mean, if it's that great, why would it be so funny after half a year?"

Jake made no attempt to contain the chuckle. " Miles over your head, ma' hairless friend. It's complicated, maybe when you're older."

"I'm three months older than you!"

"Yeah, well it doesn't-"

" STUDENTS AND FACULTY OF CHARLES DARWIN MIDDLE SCHOOL, MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION", thundered Principal Pixiefrog's voice at the aid of a crackling PR. " I HAVE GOOD AND BAD NEWS TO DISPENSE. FIRST, WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU, OUR INDUSTRIAL ARTS CLASS IS CANCELLED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. HOWEVER, WE'LL BE SHARING AN HONOURED GUEST AT TOMORROW'S ASSEMBLY, ONE I'M SURE SOME OF OUR MAMMALIAN STUDENTS WILL APPRECIATE. I'LL GIVE YOU A HINT; WHAT'S TALL, PINK AND IS FOOTING THE BILL FOR OUR NEW TROPICAL EAST WING?... OH, AND NURSE GAZELLE AND VICE-COACH FERRET, PLEASE REPORT TO MY OFFICE AT ONCE. BRING AT LEAST TWO BUCKETS OF OXI-CLEAN."

Struck silent and stopped by the dubious news, most were clear in their total ignorance. Only Adam seemed to react, and with little more than thorough disinterest. "Great, another politician-and-picture day. Just when life couldn't get any brighter."

At this cryptic conclusion, he resumed strolling ahead of his mystified friends.

Jake's gaze shot to the exquisite toucan. "What's eating his jock strap?"

"Who knows", came the shrill return. "I think he needs a week off. Go sun himself on a tall rock, chase an apollo, whatever short bald lions do." Her wings fluttered to slowly urge her forward, leaving Jake to stare in brow-arched confusion.

His hands, shot thoughtfully to his hips. "Looks like it's high-time to crack that big, freckled noggin' of his. And I'll have to do it without Windsor's refined, handsom... Book-smart help." From catching his noticeable slip, he moved to pound fist-against-palm, in show of a sneaky idea. "Guess I'll be using every bit of my trademark devious charm for this one."

The very next moment, he caught in his lower peripheral a shadow on the tiles, eclipsing his own; this was followed by a voice, deep and very familiar. "Monkey please... You wouldn't know 'devious' if it bit you in the taint."

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"So you see, my impressionable buddy, the grocery aisle of life will always be stocked with false standards."

Legs akimbo under his aqua-coloured smock, betwixt a ring of Yankee candles and facing a single chair, Maurice Mandrill sought to enlighten the wayward youth seated before him.

"I know that, sir, but I don't think you or any one else in this school, can imagine what it's like."

"Don't stress, give your doubt vibes an undress-"

"-That really isn't helping... And I don't see how flipping my attitude will, either. Nothing's gonna change the heartache of having to worry that I'm... A tiny man."

"James, many boys your age have concerns about this. But worry won't solve it, any more than it solves the issues of the world."

"... Look, Mr. Mandrill, sir, am I supposed to just grin and bear something that has this much effect on my happiness?"

"Well, maybe you can't whip a DNA strand into shape, but you can still rise above your limitations."

"Um... I thought that's what makes them 'limitations'. Just think about this: How could you get by, with no more than two inches?"

"James... We can't all be elephants."

"No, but I wish someone besides me could be the ant for a day." At this, the miniscule pupil tossed his hat over two antennae, affected an unsatisfied scowl and crawled down the leg of his chair. As he skittered for the un-opened door, he prepared himself for the practical limbo it took to manage this feat, when - as if by will, magic or divine intervention - it swung wide to his utter convenience. Or, perhaps it was the young human boy behind it.

Adam's eyes dropped to the crimson bug traipsing between his shoes. "Have fun, big guy, he's in rare form today."

"Adam," The mandrill counselor cooed in his most non-intimidating tone, "How can I pick your brain, little man?" The red-tinted eyes instinctively widened, as they caught the furious grimace of an insect who hadn't yet vacated the doorway.

Stepping forward, Adam quickly pulled the glass panel shut behind him, wrinkling his nose at the combined scent of sandalwood, patchouli oil and french vanilla. With a firm 'plop' into the faux-mahogany seat, it was rather clear his issues were of the serious variety. "Mr. Mandrill-"

"-Call me Maurice." The mystic counselor's palms came together in lighthearted gesture.

A pair of human eyes cut to the side. "Maurice Mandrill-"

"-Just Maurice."

" Counselor."

"... Well, any port in a storm, I suppose."

"I... Have something on my mind, and it's kinda important to me, and I'm not sure I know how to talk about it."

Maurice did his best to appear spellbound. "By all means, childlike comrade. Just pour out your innermost soul, and I'll be the sold-out audience."

"Well, I-" He stopped short, as an audible 'thud' sounded from the outside hallway. Only silence followed, so he opted to continue. "I know it's probably strange for a kid like me to wonder about this-"

"... There's nothing strange under the sun, my friend. Only that, which is misunderstood."

His frown proved the annoyance from an ill-timed interruption. "As I was saying, I... Well, it's just... I feel like I have no idea where my life is going."

This struck a chord of concern in his 'willing audience', a fact made obvious by the earnest shock commanding his stare. "Whoa, deep stuff there, little dude. Perhaps I should bring out the big guns." Reaching behind and beneath himself, he produced the long form of a digeridoo. "The indigenous Australians have a ballad for such times. I believe it goes something like this-" He lifted its considerable heft to his untrained lips.

The rattled blush in Adam's cheeks proved even a few seconds of this sat beyond his tolerance. " Ingrid moved to a different school and Windsor's at some kind of army camp and Slips blows all his time on this stupid "Warcraft" game and Jake gets weirder and random-er every day and I just want to know why all my friends have to go CRAZY!!"

Naturally, this sucked every breath of confidence from the room, and Maurice's demeanor. In a motion rather unusual for him, the 'enlightened' mandrill tossed away the wind instrument like so much rice at a wedding. "A thousand pardons, my low-statured pal, I wasn't keen on how much this troubles you." At the speed of sound, he dropped to sit with hands on elevated knees, legs tightly together. "I won't harsh your emotional buzz with my tunes. Proceed where we left off."

"That's all it is, counselor. I mean, I know we don't just stay the same forever, and Mom says it's a part of 'coming into your own', but I was kinda starting to get used to things around here, and even like it with them around, and... I don't wanna go through the rest of middle school by myself." Through the ending sentence, his lips began quivering, and soon this erupted into a full-fledged sob.

Maurice tried as best he could, knowing well he was far out of his league. Two primate palms went up in a 'cease and desist' motion. " Hey , hey, no one said you're gonna be by yourself. Things look the darkest before dawn, and even if none of your buddies come around-"

The shrill pitch of Adam's sobs escalated.

"Even IF that happened, and I don't dig that it will, you have plenty of time and chance to hook up with new bud's, and maybe even chill with old ones you'd forgot you even had_._"

High-decibel cries dwindled, and promptly dissolved into shallow sniffles.

"There you go, it's never like it seems at the time. That purple haze you're cruisin' through is a natural phase, it visits everyone your age. Just keep on the sunny side, and don't go chasing waterfalls, and soon this'll all be a distant fever dream."

For some reason, Adam actually considered this for a moment, and it seemed to allay his fears. As he hopped down from the cold wooden seat, it was possible to catch the faintest glimpse of a smile. "I guess I can see how that's true. Thanks, Mr. Mandrill... Maurice. You gave me a lot to think about." His simple qualms subdued, he headed for the hall with a bit more spring in his step.

Clear as crystal, was the abundant relief on the counselor's face. "No worries, compadre. Glad I could pull you out of the rabbit-hole."

The human left hand yanked open the glass door, and turned to punctuate his discussion. "Yeah, I really felt like today was gonna be terrible, but now I know that's all just in my mind. It's great that even people your age can understand me!"

Maurice initialized a pleasant nod, but it quickly fell into nothingness. "Godspeed, fellow son of mother Earth."

The chestnut-wrapped panel pulled tightly shut. Once the latch was heard, Maurice fumbled through his pocket for a mirror, and began assessing his wrinkles.

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"I'm serious, you have no idea what he's like!"

It was doubtless, few students of Charles Darwin Middle had ever seen Jake like this. Ill-at-ease would be a gross understatement... More like insecure, intimidated, and inarguably dismayed at the presence before him.

Its shape was extensively similar, though well-onto a foot taller. Longer hair, larger ears, and - even merely standing, as he was - still radiated a liberal dose of swagger, to match the smug smirk on his wider chops. One thing they had in common - besides the obvious trait of species - was the taste in hats... Blue, billed, and backwards.

The younger students around them paid little attention... The older, and the few faculty members in close proximity, would look right at home in a wax exhibit on 'pure awestruck terror'.

The taller ape fielded the query, in piercing baritone. "What, just 'cause he took the throne after I'd blown this popsicle stand? Cover up, bro, your ignorance is showin'."

The shorter's index finger shot up to the face of his counterpart. " You're the ignorant here, old man. Pixiefrog has a boatload of tricks up his sleeve for when I step out o' line... Just last week, I had to sit through Miss Loon's writing class, and not throw even one spitball."

"Well, golly gee, the bastard."

"I know, right? So how d'ya think he'd be when he finds out there's an 18 -year-old loose in the halls? Not somethin' you wanna find out, says I."

A slightly-meatier set of digits reached out, and gently tucked his pointer back its holster. "Okay, first thing, 'ignorant' can't be a noun. If you brought home better than C's and D's, you'd know that."

Jake's silence was the fragile butterfly, gliding into an industrial fan. "... Missing my point, Einberg."

"-Wrong-number-two, squirt, I'm ignoring it. Look around this dullard's dump... If anything, it's just achin' for a nice revisit from theirs-truly... See, he gets it."

The younger sibling's attention was directed to Vice-Coach Ferret, frozen in typical silence several yards distant. The bucket of cleaning powder he'd been ushering to the office lay on its side, dumped at his lower paws, and it was painfully clear on whom his gaze was fixed.

Jared's hand shot up in a static wave. "Yo, Horace, long time no see! Still rockin' that lithe figure, eh? You miss me half as much as I missed that?"

Horace's already-widened eyes did their best to wax even bigger.

Meanwhile, Jake tried his best to shove someone nearly twice his weight. "There, I knew you'd start that crap the second you could."

"Hey, whoa -to-the-bro. Just yankin' his chain, and even if I wasn't, since when is bein' myself considered crap?"

"Since... Since..." Jake's previously-tenacious voice trailed off, while his brother's arms slowly went up in a gesture of 'I'm waiting'.

The younger monkey's argument sat in development hell; at length, he imbibed a sigh of desperation. "... Since you always make it so un-possible for me , when you're around."

Jerr's pupils tumbled like twin wood lathes, and his arms limply fell out of cross. "This again. Look, for the twenty-trillonth time, I'm sorry you take after me, and I'm sorry you can't be as... Smooth or savvy about it." He cracked several knuckles, in assertion of his halfhearted appeal. "Are we happy now?"

As Horace tip-toed away, for his original destination, Jake's expression slowly moved to brighten. "Yeah, long as I know you mean it." A mere second of ADHD later, his omnipresent smile re-assumed its home. "So, what brings your woofness, king Jerr out to this little corner of heck?"

The elder of the two had a good guffaw for the substitute swear. "You kiddin'? It's my old stompin' grounds, I shoulda done this months ago. Guess it took the way you've been the past few days..." He imbibed a single light punch to his brother's shoulder, "...To finally put the boot up my ass, and swing me by for some old-school moral support. At the old school."

"Oh..." Jake's eyes dropped to the left, in shallow thought. "... So how have I been?"

"You don't know?... Well, you wouldn't." Jared gave a light prod at the shorter's shoulder. "Depression-incorporated, chairman-and-CEO-Jake. You've been mopin' around the place like a guinea pig in a study on barbiturates, at the University of Overkill."

The smaller monkey gave a muted sigh, accepting truth. "... Suppose I have. But can you blame me? I mean, you know what me and Windsor-"

"-Yeah, that's been a little-much-obvious too. But hell, it's not like he's dead , just away for a while." Elevation of a single, sly eyebrow. "And whaddya think he's doing, right now?"

Jake's newly-crafted smirk was a match for his company's. "Thinkin' about me. Maybe more than I am."

'Jerr' reached out to give his brother's cap a good spin. "Well nobody thinks of you more than you. But I was talkin' more along the lines of, military stuff. Marathon sprints, obstacle courses, push-ups, and on and on. The kinda shit that gets you ripped from neck-to-toe. How's that sound?"

Jake's expression was, suitably, like a kid in a candy store. "Y'know, sometimes I'm glad we're peas in a pod."

The slightest curl crossed Jerr's lips, as relevant thoughts commanded them. "Just imagine if you knew what he's in for..." Thoughts gave way to an answer, or at least, the beginnings of one. "Yeah, just wait 'til you grow into some matu..."

His baritone shrank inaudible, as another, hulking form overshadowed the both of them.

A tower of easily seven feet, flanked with muscles in mixed tones of blue and white, and draped by a thin black tee... All underscored by the infamous braces, and generous 5-o'-clock shadow. Through Jake's terror-filled eyes, Virgil Bullsharkowski slipped carefully in for the kill... Or rather, the maim.

The heavy pounding-together of fist-fins served up a nice introduction, before the nasal alto of his voice cut into the fear factor. "So, little monkey man's got himself a new boyfriend. How ya doin', taller-small-fry, shake on it?"

Of course, Virgil would do much worse than simply shake his hand, as evidenced by his wide, menacing grin. All the while, Jerr's focus had little steadiness, moving up and down the solid form of his new visitor. Through his own glee-ridden, barely-hidden smirk, a low mutter carried in Jake's direction. "This is what you walk past, five days a week?"

Though still very frightened, the meaning of his brother's words cut into the terror, deep enough to bid him reply. "Yeah... Trust me, it's not as great as it seems."

The elder monkey, upon hearing this, struck a countenance of pure gung-ho to match his quickly-smoothening tone. "Only if you don't take the bull by the horns. Watch, and learn."

" Hey ," Virgil's cracking tones shouted, "I ask to shake on it, and you stand there whisperin' like a couple o' nosy little kindergarten girls? I was gonna play nice today, but I can see you chumps don't WANT that!!"

By all accounts, he was ready to lay some major hurting on the pair. But with a subtle adjustment of his shirt, and a clearing of his throat, Jerr set to the task at hand.

"My apologies, man... Jake here had a question about power-lifting, and like always he just couldn't wait."

Bullsharkowski, thoroughly unamused. "Cattle crap... And even if I did believe ya, you'd still be in for a pounding, just because."

The focus stayed strong, even through Jerr's growing... Appreciation for the choice of words. "Dead serious, dude. Hell, at his age I'd be curious too, how you got a body like that."

Virgil, though still in his intimidating stance, shed a portion of his guard, and something more of his muted rage... It would seem the key was in place, and like him, slowly being turned. "... Just curls and sit-ups... But what's with his sudden interest in my tone-age? Never asked me about it."

Jerr seemed to enjoy the skeptical reception... More of a challenge. "Well you know Jake, he's never good at talkin' about things that matter. Reason I'm here right now; said he finally got up the courage to ask, but that it'd still be easier from someone like me."

This was a more thorough appeasement for their somewhat... Dense company, and the last shred of anger melted from the towering shark's demeanor. "... Oh. So who are you, then?"

The taller monkey's grin, all but screamed that victory was in his clutches, and he extended a furry hand. "Jared Spidermonkey... Or 'Jerr' to you and everbody else. This poor faggot's older, better-made brother, and a long-past inmate o' this here prison... Charles Darwin Sing-sing." Ending with a line he knew would readily amuse, he further-dispelled the chip on a shark's shoulder.

Virgil's infant smile, came across as genuine... Something Jake, even in his growing relaxation, would never expect to see. A right fin - one of two curled in fury, only minutes before - came out to honestly shake. "Well that's more like it; better late than never, I guess." Virgil glanced over, and mistook Jake's mix of relief and wonderment for what Jerr so-smoothly interpreted. "So you want a bod like this, midget? I'd start aggressive, do some barbell reps and squat-thrusts. And learn to like protein shakes..." He gave a friendly gnash of metal-strung teeth, "Unless, you think you'd have the stomach to get your protein somewhere's else. Guy like you, I'd start low and slow."

Though letting Bullshark's diatribe go long enough to satisfy, Jerr wasn't about to watch his purpose derail into jock-speak. "Sounds like a champ's advice to me, 'specially if you get a strong -ass grip like that from it."

"You know it." With every passing moment, Virgil's ego inflated like a machismo balloon on a tank of compliment-helium. "Hey, your brother's alright, Jake, I might just keep him around."

Now, it was Jerr's turn, to slip in for the kill. "Yeah, maybe you could give me some advanced pointers." Free of any shame, he grasped both sides of his shirt and pulled up. "I'm rockin' a small shmorgasboard of abs, but I need a lot more definition. Feel what I'm talkin' about, I know you can't see through the fur."

Through Jake's barely-believing eyes, the tall, ripped shark was taking the bait, running a fin through the carpet of belly-hair, circling all sides of the nefarious monkey. "Yeah, I feel it. You could use a good course of sit-ups... They can suck, but they're worth it."

Jake's mind was a mix of amusement, at what he knew the situation to be, amazement, at how Jerr could so easily lead someone like Bullshark, and another feeling, he usually associated with Windsor. Thankfully, for all involved, even he knew well enough to keep his silence, and let the scene continue in its sumptuous direction.

The elder monkey, finally spilled what any other of his age group would know to be the most obvious pick-up in history... But to a slightly-younger confidant like Bullshark, it was purely innocent. "Awesome. So, you have a place around here you work out? I'd spot you, and you can school me 'til I'm the envy of every doughy dweeb in high school."

Even someone with such weak, exploitable brainpower, could envision the sensei-apprentice connection that fueled so many plutonic bro's friendships. "Matter of fact, I train on the racks in the gym. We just got 'em in, pretty good ones, and nobody else around here's cool enough to care about 'em."

Jerr could very well have teared up; it was all so much more grand than he would've predicted. "_Fuckin' a _, we'll have 'em all to ourselves. Should be a while, before time for second period-"

"-Yeah, why not make use of it." Bullshark, holding fast to a civil grin, gave his new monkey friend a firm backslap, then turned his attention to Jake. "Catch ya later, shrimp, me and your bro have manly stuff to do."

A single moment later, he set off for the gym, with Jerr eagerly in tow. Jake - having so rarely spent any appreciable time with his worldly sibling - Quickly found a new appreciation for him... Watching his slightly-longer tail whip up and down in clear excitement, while his head turned to flash Jake a visage of joyful victory. And maybe a bit of immature glee, at the irony of Virgil's last sentence.

For a good, extended spell, Jake just stared off in their direction, with a face of admiration and pride. So affixed were his thoughts, Adam had to poke his shoulder, to make his presence known.

Though his squat, ginger human friend was all-smiles, Jake's own grin could only shrink a size or two, after such a righteous high. "... Oh, it's just my main hu-man. So where'd you play hide-and-seek?"

"Jake, I gotta say thanks," Adam returned, in rare cheerful tones. "I took your advice and saw Mr. Mandrill, and for once he really helped me out. I just know today's gonna be GREAT!"

The runty simian, though puzzled by the ambiguous reply, was happy for his friend's good news. "Alright, Adam! This is killer, you're out of the dumps, Bullshark's out of our hair and you'll get to meet my brother!"

" Yeah , and it wouldn't be possible without....... Wait, say that again?"

"What, Bullshark's out of our hair?"

"No."

"You're feelin' some joy?"

"No again."

"Get to meet my brother?"

"Bingo."

In the span of ten seconds, a pair of ecstatic smiles downgraded to one look of incredulous surprise... And one of terse simian epiphany. " Ohhhhh , my bad."

"Jake, you have a brother?"

Oddly, the monkey's grin returned with great haste. "Heck yeah! Surprised I never said anything about him... Oh well, doesn't make much difference."

"How come I've never seen him here?" Adam's face was confusion, with slight unsettlement.

Meanwhile, Jake's exposition came across like reading a dull book. "Oh, he's in high school, grades ahead of us. Just here to visit and cheer me up..." His joyfulness returned full-force with memory of moments before, "And mission accomplished! Oh man, you shoulda SEEN the way he worked Virgil over-"

"-So a high school guy is in here, right now?"

Adam may as well've been shaking at this point, and Jake's ignorance wasn't so deep that he'd miss the clear implication. Wrapping one arm around a human shoulder, he sought to soothe his best pal's growing alarm. "Hey, chillax, he's no bully or anything. He's like me , only bigger and more... Adult-y."

The fear in Adam's eyes reached a new peak, and breaking Jake's friendly hold he sprinted for Mr. Mandrill's office, leaving Jake to scratch his head at the dubious reaction.

It was only a short time, though, before Jake's human comrade sauntered back towards him, looking glum and reasonably detached. "Counselor's out. Soooo, your brother..."

As he trailed off, a still-confused Jake picked up the signal. "... Jared."

"... Jared. Besides how he's... Like you, is he a jock, a nerd, what?"

Jake's reply came with a slight-but-noticeable smirk. "More like one-of-a-kind. Hunker down, it's a long story."

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Within the sterile walls of Pixiefrog's office, the heads of its namesake principal, Nurse Gazelle, Maurice Mandrill and Horace Ferret, hung low and somber, as a stretcher was wheeled out through the doorway. After a brief silence, the tiny principal moved his attention to their resident, quadriped nurse.

"You've done all you could, Jacqueline. We'll have to trust, the ER's finest will know how to deal with that splinter."

The scrubs-draped feminine figure gave an understanding nod. "It's just so disheartening, there are so many things that hooves can't do."

Their amphibian executive switched focus to Horace, and his bucket of cleaner. "Well at least we didn't need that, for what I thought we would; you can still do a good once-over on the floor, to keep from getting rusty... Oh, first ," his voice elevated accordingly, "I believe Maurice and yourself had some pressing issue?"

The ferret's head bobbed wildly up and down, as the counselor mandrill's hand reached out to lay on his shoulder. "A full-blown dilemma. A visitor, from the great beyond."

Maurice's mystic phrasing, sent a chill up Pixiefrog's rubbery spine. "Y-you don't mean, a poltergeist?"

Two deadpan shakes of the head returned. "An old student, now under Principal Wolverine, but here instead."

Pixiefrog disclosed a feverish gasp. "Even worse than I thought... So we have high-school shenanigans." His eyes shot up, in a seperate and sudden realization. "Which also means he's skipping class, trespassing and interrupting our educational duties. Quite a rap-sheet for one morning."

"Your vibes are spot-on, but that's the least of our problem." Eight sinewy fingertips came together. "You know Jacob Spidermonkey?"

The principal's face showed immediate recognition, laced with a twinge of disgust. "Perfect, what's he done now?"

"Nono, that's the payoff. Our little hall-traveller, is his elder brother."

In Pixiefrog's eye, you could almost see the atom bomb dropped. His miniscule fingers clinched the custom-receiver of the office phone, and with shortened breaths he dialed a three-digit extension... The number for what amounted to a school-wide, silent-alarm lockdown.

Maurice was familiar with the tone, from this trifecta of digits... He'd been present many times, when the old principal still dealt with Jared. "Sir, if I may ask, did you just put us on lockdown?"

The principal's voice was broken, wobbly, and rather suitable. "Of course I did, I've heard enough horror stories from you, Wolverine and half the parents at PTA functions!! A principal's job is to nip crises in the noxious bud-"

Maurice took a defensive, yet firm stance. "-Oh I know, sir, and I'm on the same wavelength, but... You know how the new system works, it's all automatic and on time-delay."

"This is not the time for idle details, Maurice-"

"-I'm saying _, the doors have all been instantly-deadbolted. And not only is he _not safely in here, but we have no idea just where he is..."

Pixiefrog's reaction was immediate, culminating in a single, whispered word of despair. "NO..."

"... And we're all stuck in this office, for the next two hours."

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"... Well if all this is true, and he did half of what you're saying, wouldn't he be in jail or something?"

Jake's mug was one-part matter-of-fact, three-parts his usual hyper-candor, as they stood against the cold, grimy lockers. "Three things, and I'll count 'em down. Third, mom and dad were wizards on the college debate team, so they're crazy-good at convincing..."

Both he and Adam were totally oblivious, to the many students pulling on doors that wouldn't open.

"...Second, he's the only non-spiffy here to ever pull straight A's, and Pixiefrog said that's 'worth its weight in funding boullion'..."

They also didn't bat an eyelash, as talking elevated, rabbles formed and they arrived at non-controlled panic.

"... First , and it could be just another tall tale, but rumour with a bunch of the older kids..." He picked up an air of sly gossip, "... He was a, teacher's pet... The bigger, burlier _ teachers, if you get my drift..." Directly following this sentence, Jake's hand shot out in faked exasperation. "Shucks, look who I'm askin' to catch a drift like _that."

Adam wore the face of defense and frustration. "Oh c'mon, just because I've never... Nnghghn, doesn't mean I'm stupid about it."

"Yeah, but it does mean-"

He was cut off by what felt like an earthquake, while a myriad of mammals sprinted back and forth behind them. With their gaze - and curiosity - widened, they stood slowly on their feet, and turned just quickly enough to watch the climax of their miniature disaster. An elephant stomping past with the force to crush galvanized tilework; Phineas Porpoise and his Napoleon-Dynamite run that clipped a locker and slammed his mass into the other side; and a sparrow whizzing by above them, catching its wing on a sprinkler and becoming a temporary ceiling fan.

Standing side-by-side as an American Gothic, speechless and gawking, it was Jake who finally drummed up an end to their silence... While a tiger ran by with his head on fire. "... Adam?"

"... Uh-huh?", returned the stress-rattled boy, in his most dour of tones.

"... When did middle school suddenly become _so AWESOME _!?" Culminating with the widest, most euphoric grin possible, he ran out into the mob, fists in the air with gleeful, grinning excitement.

Adam, still frozen and disconsolate, stood like a statue of stone while his eyes followed the to-and-fro motions of an unlikely friend.

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Overhead light was scarce, with two fluorescent bulbs out and one in its death-flicker. The smell of vinyl and gym shoes pervaded the acoustic gymnasium, and swirled itself in with slightly fresher scents... Namely masculine sweat, and what only Jerr could presently enjoy; the musky substance of dribbling precum.

In mere minutes, his masterful hands had coaxed Bullshark to this scrumptious position... Reclined on a weight bench, head back against its jet-black upholstery, face contorting in varied expressions of carnal euphoria. His shark-endemic pair of sleek male members were out and in full-mast... One with a spit-lubed hand sliding up and down every side of its length, the other buried in the maw of Charles Darwin Middle's most infamous graduate.

"Ohhhhhhhooo oooo _..." The pitch of Virgil's pleasured moans, wavered with every switch of Jerr's varied service... And also due to the fact, that with one hand jerking the clasper that _wasn't being deep-throated, the other was positioned just below... Four fingers stimulating every accessible point of Bullshark's prostate, the thumb on a slow, deliberate cruise around the rim of his tailhole. Even as a two-minutes-broken man-virgin, Bullshark would have to be in a coma not to know he sat before a true professional. But Jerr couldn't be any less, and get such a stalwart nonconfessing closet case to this point at all.

His veteran pleasurer popped the member from his mouth, and moved the thumb of his handjob-limb to hit it against its twin, with his index finger sliding between. " Fuck yeah, I love dudes like you..." His statement came through panting breaths, caked with copious amounts of pre. "... Well-endowed beefcakes, just young enough to teach." His single point made, he moved the multi-tasking hand to promptly close his lips around the head, for another set of rapid dives.

Even if the burly shark had readied a comeback, he couldn't overcome the moment and say it. With so many blissful sensations to process - a world-class handjob, flawless blowjob, the man-gland service, a damp coolness from Jerr's pre dripping over his tail, and a tender rimming as the cherry on top - all combined with the blissful burn of a short weightlift, Jerr's chosen excuse that set all of this in motion... He was nothing, if not hopelessly speechless. Save, of course, for the heightening masculine groans, echoed from expansive gym walls.

Whether due to his focus on continuing Virgil's pleasure, or his clear lack of a free hand, the insatiable monkey's own uncut member went untouched... Which only made it stiffer, and coaxed more flow of natural lube to drip over his 'partner''s skin. All the while, his tail flicked rapidly - the single part of himself well-nigh uncontrollable in these activities - while his jaw's patch of fur held several ropes of the jock-shark's plentiful natural lube

Recalling rumours of how Jake's tail had a similar penchant, from the 'incident' half-a-year prior, was the only cognitive thought that made it past Virgil's heavenly repose... And while Jerr's slurping soundtrack escalated his experience, the alto-moans he constantly spewed found a rapid elevation.

The promiscuous primate knew well what this carried, and before the tipping point could be reached, his member-serving hand drew back, and the jaw-jacking slowed considerably. Before Virgil could recover his faculties, and ask the cause for this, it was made obvious by Jerr's focusing on the lower regions, and a careful, gentle insertion of his thumb to pop the musclebound shark's black cherry.

They couldn't care less, of the noise from frenzied students sequestered in the halls, or Pixiefrog's cracking voice over the PA system in a futile attempt to advise they 'stay calm, and avoid trampling each other on school grounds'. Virgil's audio all but drowned out the distant melee, and with Jerr's digit riding all the right crevices of his anus, he was rather busy to concern himself with the present version of his classic, familiar aftermath.

While sweatdrops glistened on Virgil's muscular neck, tracing a path to fall beneath their newly-tainted seat, Jerr decided it was time to close the show. Taking his free hand to the temporarily-neglected cock, his head's diving on the second member picked up, even past its earlier tempo, and the rhythm of his fingers against a shark prostate similarly increased. Moments later, when Virgil's moaning matched its previous high, his lips came up to nurse one of two throbbing tips, and there was no going back.

With lids barely open, Bullshark's twitching eyes rolled back in his head, and the fins on his tail swung wildly in all directions. Brace-covered teeth halfway-clenched, he let loose a barrage of whining, shout-level moans, proving the extraordinary sensation of two loads shooting in unison through his aquatic double-dick. As one set began coating the fur across every inch of Jerr's engrossed countenance, the other filled his above-average mouth to near-capacity, and the ardent "woof"-monkey could barely gulp down its weight before the next jet pumped in to replace it.

As the supple shark spasmed in a climax he'd never imagined, it took well-onto a full minute for the immense store of mancream to exhaust itself... With Jerr taking every second's advantage, never easing his battery of hand- and oral-stimulations, even past when the final drop was squeezed out and Virgil's motions drew calmer. Once it was clear the man-loving monkey's job was accomplished, he also somewhat relaxed, toning down to a slow and simple bob on one phallus for nothing more than his own pleasure.

Now, Bullshark's head could finally raise from its upholstered seat. "That... That was... Oh my God , man..." he panted, in a low and weakened tone.

After some hesitation, Jerr finally tore himself from the continual nursing to speak. "Lemme guess, best workout ever, in the history of second motives?"

The still-panting shark made a strong nod. On his face, Jerr - or even someone with no experience - could easily tell he was waiting anxiously, anticipating when and what the cock-hungry monkey would choose to extend their encounter.

But Jerr's face had begun to shed its devious smile. As a flood of unsavory emotions crossed it in series, he drew back from the now-puzzled bully, adjusted his cap and set his weight on one arm to hop down. "Man, you can't be anything but tardy right now." His feet hit the ground with a slight squish... Clearly, some of his 'gift' had been missed. "I hate it like hell, but we both have somewhere to be."

Clear frustration was brewing on Bullshark's features, then replaced by full-on aggravated malaise. With both upper fins on the bench's side, he begrudgingly pushed himself upright. "And what if I disagree, and say this ain't over just yet?" A less-pleasant smile crossed his jaw, in the vein of his normal reputation.

Jerr's countenance was a trio of irked, unamused and somewhat-threatened. "You don't wanna cross that bridge, beefcake. I'm just as good at fuckin', as I am at fuckin' you up _." With a quick flash of intensity, his eyes strayed to Virgil's lower regions, and the inscrutable grin was back. "You'll see me around, _count on it. Meantime, you have some books to brave." Semi-spinning on one heel, he strolled over to the gym's double doors - with a bit more spring in his step - and yanked on the left handle.

Naturally, this got him nowhere.

"... The fuck's wrong with this thing..." He muttered, pulling harder, and proving the door's connection to a failsafe system.

Bullshark strolled up, with something close to an exhausted limp, and confusedly tried his hand at the panel; but not a bit of difference. "Stupid thing won't budge. What is this, a lockdown?"

The focused primate's head moved back with an even tilt, having instantly pieced it together. "So, they wanna play hardball." Straightaway, he reached under his shirt, feeling the inner fabric near chest-height. After fumbling about for a spell, his hand drew back out in a fist, clutching what looked like a red ball bearing on the end of a crocheted chain.

By now, Virgil was all-curiosity. "You have a hidden pocket?"

He returned a cunning chuckle. "I wear it inside-out... You'd be shocked at how much those dumbasses never caught on to." Refocusing his gaze on the heavy panels, it seemed a plan was already in motion. " God , this brings back so many memories... And they still think they can toy with me. Well the game's motherfuckin' a foot , big shots." He whispered, holding the 'chain' up to the door's edge with one hand as Virgil looked on without a clue.

"One thing about this place, your new frogman can't know about," he intoned, moving his other hand up to the sandblasted doorframe, "Is how the safeguards are all so damn simple." Taking his index finger's claw to the rough surface, he gave a few firm scrapes until it visibly sparked. "God help youif an actual gun-toting head case, were to stumble in here." After several arcing repetitions, one spark stuck to the woven chain, and revealed it as a fuse. "Like the label says, retire quickly!", Jerr shouted, as Virgil caught on just soon enough to duck and cover like his shorter company.

A loud bang, was far more jarring through the gym's acoustics, as they quickly found out. Returning to their feet, Bullshark stuck a fin's end in both ears, watching the ape's alert motions through curling ripples of smoke as he felt the door handle for heat, then proceeded to try it out. "Holy fishsticks, Jerr, you're like a spy straight outta the movies or somethin'."

"Thanks, man, but don't ever group me in with those Hollywood pretty-boys. And don't make me explain why-"

It was that moment, when the door's weight creaked open, and pandemonium behind it met Jared's unbelieving eyes.

A few yards back, Virgil was still in the dark of all but the piercing noise. "Oh crap, is it a fire?", his tone suitably trembled.

"Worse," came the deadpan remark, "A mob of retard kids, doin' their best impression of Pompeii." He glanced back at the toned shark, with clear and metered thought. "Y'know, you should stay put, and not just 'cause school is clearly out o' session... I'll bet my bro's right in the thick of it, and knowin' him, I'll bet even more he's treatin' it like a Mardi Gras parade. It's high time I jerk a knot in his juvenile tail." He stuck one foot through the opening, but Virgil's uncertain words bade him pause.

"So if you find him, will you be comin' back?

Jerr's head swung back to give his new 'buddy' a satisfied smirk. "Stay alive, hunk, and remember, whatever occurs I will fuck you."

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Within the chaos engulfing Darwin Middle, a marked change was in progress. The jarring vibrations of a thousand paws and hooves on inadequate floor were fading, at the same time replaced by a single, uniform set of two jogging feet, that were still rather loud and heavy as they cut through the youthful mass.

" REMAIN CALM !!"

Those who were too short to catch the orange-hued crew cut floating through the rabble, or too far to glimpse the passing, faded hue of his double-breasted grey suit, could still place Cyrus Hornbill's unmistakeable voice, as its un -rhino-likeweakness did the best it could to carry urgency. "THIS IS ONLY A PRECAUTIONARY MEASURE, REMEMBER OUR DRILLS!"

Despite the assurance in his pitch, nothing was passed down from Pixiefrog in the way of communication; he'd been forced to quell surrounding fears, with no idea of what caused them. But either due to his thundering gait, or the fact chaos eventually turns boring for all involved, he found success in quickly taming those he passed. Of course, he didn't have the time to glance back, and see they were more curious than truly pacified.

"YOUR PRINCIPAL HAS EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL!!" He continued, rounding one of many corners. "ANY COMPLAINTS OF HIS MISHANDLING, WILL BE DIRECTED TO OUR OFFICES IN..."

As he skidded to a stumbling, poorly-made halt, his speech cut equally short. Before him were a trio of primates... One human, two spidermonkey, and one of these clearly did not belong. This time around, it wouldn't be Adam. Cyrus gave an instinctual, gratified sigh, seeing what stirred this unholy rabble. For a good spell, he held an unmolested view, while the taller simian had his audience captivated.

"So, point is, don't sweat if he's usually in mind to make you fish flakes. Take the right channels, and he's a goddamn puppy-dog..." He employed a pause, to chuck Jake's miniscule chin. "... With benefits."

Their reactions were fairly similar. Adam wore interest, surprise and a bit of respect for what Jerr had managed, if also with a peppering of disgust. Jake, on the other hand, subtracted the disgust, to replace it with amusement, hero-worship and a dash of arousal. Approaching his elder, he made a weak attempt to back-slap. "Well big bro, you gave me a lot to think about... Mostly when I get home tonight." A firm, ingratiating wink. "So, you plan on toughing it out through second period with us? You could show me how you make those little thimble-cameras, you tested in the locker room."

"Wish I could, padowan , but I've got a shit-ton to see before sundown... Besides, looks to me like they'll be no second period today. You're welcome-"

"-For once, Jared, you're FATALLY CORRECT!! "

The trio of heads swung to meet Hornbill's dubious visage, lording over them like nobody's business. Jerr did a double-take, Jake's jaw dropped like a rock and Adam let out the tiniest of screams. In the latter two's eyes, their hulking ginger-haired rhino showed nothing but rage and evil gratification... But there was a flash of something else, that could not be missed by its proper recipient.

"Jake, Adam, you two are in so much trouble you make Virgil look like high pope of spiffy !" The implication was good for a few squirms from the accused, while he feigned angry huffs. " Get to your respective classrooms. I'm cutting my way through this bedlam, and when it's dispersed you'll find out how we plan to deal with this. Now scoot."

Adam started away, with a heavy gulp and a nervous jog. Jake followed behind, obediently pushing his butt along with both hands.

Once their absence was clear, Hornbill's laboured huffs gradually faded, into something more... Amicable. He gazed down at Jerr with wizened caution, but also quasi-relaxed solace. Jerr's reply was a look of contentment, recognition, his ever-present deviance and a few others that were hard to place.

"Been a while," began the charismatic primate.

"It certainly has," returned his rhino superior.

"So... You know you're sendin' them to just another anti-open door."

"Of course. I wanted a quick, fear-striking excuse to get them out of sight."

For many moments, they were frozen in muted gesture... Jerr's eyes trailing up and down the grey-skinned form, Cyrus cracking his knuckles, totally aware of what the ape had on his mind.

Being one with the surname of 'Spidermonkey', Jerr's patience had its expiration date. "Alright, cut the bull and let's get down to basics. What am I in for, and what does Pixiefrog know about me, besides?"

"Well," Cyrus began, his tones a bit smoother and more practiced than usual, "To answer your second question, everything you could possibly wish he didn't. But, he's also a confirmed dingbat, so us teachers may have a lot of say in how things play out for you. Which brings me to your first query..." Hornbill's eyelids drooped a degree or so, and a pair of enormous hands moved to straighten his vest. "... I shouldn't have to tell you what you're looking at. Truancy, contributing to the delinquency of minors... I'll just go ahead and add 'harrassment', and twenty others for good measure." Though firm, his diatribe carried some degree of hesitance. "You know my job, and what it includes. Even if I didn't answer to a no-nonsense bore, you can't expect me to turn the other cheek."

The humbled monkey's gaze met the floor, and it seemed he might actually be troubled... For an instant, before the twinkle in his eyes came roaring back, and the infamous grin led his retort. "You underguess me, kind sir. I've still got something you'd want..."

"That was eons ago."

"... And it proves you couldn't forget."

"Maybe I can ignore the memory."

"Maybe I know you better than that."

"You only think so highly of your... Your..."

"Just keep on provin' my side, fifth-leg."

The moment's thunder was easily stolen by Jerr's able mitts, and he enjoyed the sight of Hornbill fighting - and losing - the battle of his own wandering eyes. "So, we ready to negotiate?"

Taking deeper, extended breaths, the redhead monolith returned a slow, gentlemanly nod. "That depends. And I'm sure you know, on just what."

Jerr's eyes widened, to the same degree of Hornbill's narrowing... There was no mistaking any of this, as clearly illustrated by the chimp's tongue circling his chops. "You always sucked at punishment, Cyrus. And I love you for that."

The hefty rhino, undoing his vest's topmost button, gave a mien more cocky than his peers would ever expect. "The old, familiar place?"

Jerr's tail whipped eagerly around, like a doberman staring down his favourite bone. "Damn straight."

As the calamity around them was winding down, reduced to broken factions that whispered among themselves, no one paid much mind to their tall rhino educator breezing by with a narcissistic gait, gradually unfastening his shirt, exposing the highest tufts of orange chest hair, leading an 'honoured guest' down the corridor to the men's room.

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Sweating, grunting, twisted and passionate sneers... All of these belonged to Principal Pixiefrog, as he fumbled with a screwdriver nearly twice his size, on a stool that tapered just too far from the doorknob to make jamming it a clear possibility.

Maurice, stuck inside with the rest, reclined on the single desk's edge in absolute boredom. "You know, I don't mean to be the Debbie Downer here, but my great aunt would have more success with what you're trying."

The several-inch amphibian shot him the classic daggers-in-the-eyes. "Of course she would... You told me she was a Navy Seal."

"She's also dead."

Pixiefrog tossed the tool promptly away, mumbling under his breath, and climbed down from the padded perch. Thoroughly livid, his focus danced between a mandrill whose worth stopped at words, a nurse who was anything but correct for this task... And a gym-assistant ferret, whose muteness would stop any complaints.

It was no tough decision. "She's all yours, Horace. Make me proud."

"Ponch," Maurice began, invoking his boss's shortened first name, while Horace's head-lowered scowl passed by. "We've blown thirty minutes, and I'm fairly sure that door is tighter than when we started."

"Don't push it, mandrill, it's a tough job market out there."

"No, no, that's not what I'm saying."

Behind the ferret's silent labour with the screwdriver, was the odd sight of a frog's eyebrow rising. "Oh, so we should phone a technician, get more modern doors, and start enjoying them in the normal two weeks?"

"No, I was just... Remember Cabo, three years ago?"

"... Just what does this have to do with-"

"-Follow me on this, if it's not too much trouble."

"... Sure, why not. It was a great trip, we all had plenty of fun, the end, now let's get back to-"

"-Remember the elevator?"

"... Oh yeeea ahhh, I'd almost forgot." Slapping one knee, his focus switched to Nurse Gazelle. "You weren't here, just yet... Maurice and I pooled our money, and flew down for a week in the Baja. Three days in, we were riding the elevator up to our hotel room, and the lights went out. Boom, no power, and no power meant no hydraulics in the shaft."

She was good at feigning interested surprise. "My word, for how long?"

"Oh, only about nine hours."

A mandrill countenance, took on loads of impishness. "And halfway through our little snafu, we ran out of camp songs." He turned back to Pixiefrog. "Good thing I kept those 'supplies' in my pocket, eh, Ponch?"

Even more unsophisticated chuckles. "You're not kidding, or it really would've..."

It was almost visible, the light bulb that went off in his head.

"... Maurice."

A casual smile. "Present."

"These are school grounds."

"And? You've never tried that point before, the tens of times you've walked in on me."

Stalwart, undiluted seriousness. "Maurice, due to our history, I've been willing to overlook many things. Pestering me to smoke up on state property, is one step too far."

The flower-child Mandrill lost his toothy smirk, and his focus dipped to the floor. "... You're right, sir. It was dense of me to ask... I should just be mellow, with our making no progress, cursing each attempt's failure, and snapping at each other like a pack of wild detention brats."

Pixiefrog's mood swing, was the very definition of 'instant'. "... You have a lighter on your person?"

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" Ooh hhh Jeh- red, you don't know how much I missed this..."

Stall number 2, out of 5. As the door tightly latched, dark grey slacks dropped to lie in a heap, covering a reddish-orange tee... Within the cubicle, Jerr had found a way to capitalize on his shorter stature, as compared to the 7-foot-rhino whose knees were spaced widely out. On these broad caps, rested two furry ape hands, anchoring their owner's pose... with naked body straddling Hornbill's legs, drooling at the teacher's pecs and paunch, and the vast amount of thick red hair covering both.

While spellbound by a man who matched his every standard of flawlessness, agile ape feet cupped the immense girth of a very bushy manpole, revisiting what its owner always loved... sliding slowly up and down inch one-through-ten. "Same here, stallion. Y'know who's doin' your job, at Diane Fossey High School? Miss Warthog's aunt."

Hornbill would've cringed, but in their present state it was all but impossible... Every motion of Jerr's nimble digits, and the rough soles rubbing his giant staff, drew gasps from the depth of his lungs. Two burly rhino arms, could barely keep their peace, grasping the steel bars meant for handicapped patrons.

"You need to put in for a transfer, Cyrus. Go where your talent can be... Appreciated."

This drew a double-edged sneer from his dominator, whose nipples were growing suitably firm. "I'd expect a- aa a_s much from you... Well you'll _b-be happy to know, I haven't ruled o Oo uut that possibility."

"In that case, lemme drum up some 'incentive'."

Sliding one foot back towards himself, it settled at the rhino-dick's frenulum, commencing a rapid tickle. While Jerr fawned at his masculine 'client', taking in the newly-heightened moans and twitching of Hornbill's fingers, his eyes could only stay put for so long, before they strayed to the gorgeous cock in front of him. Fifteen seconds, was all the time he could spare on the tickle, before self-control ran out, and arm muscles tightened to prepare for the imminent motion.

"Shit, I just can't hold off anymore. Sorry, man, I owe you one."

"_E- ehhh _?"

The following moment, Jerr's arms basically catapulted his upper body forward, rotating at his stomach, to completely reverse his position. With legs now propped over Hornbill's knees, his head was speeding towards the main course, and a wide, practiced ape maw, opened to meet its new charge head-on. In little more than the blink of an eye, his lips went from just above the hung member, to buried in the root of its encircling, fiery manbush.

" OhhhH HFUUUUCK!"

He'd reclaimed his natural element, and relished the gutteral moans he'd caused; along with Hornbill's familiar sandalwood-musk. As his lanky arms were no longer fighting gravity, he wrapped one around the trunk-like thigh, and could at last show his own manhood some attention. First rubbing the engorged tip, to collect a buildup of fluid, his hand traced down the sides to smoothly coat its meager four inches. Though spider monkey genes weren't kind to him, he redeemed that setback with absolute knowledge of how best to make use of what he had... As Bullshark had so recently discovered.

Seated in this well-served repose, Cyrus could barely pull his thoughts together, so distracted by the intensity of Jerr's mouth working infamous magic. It was just within his abilities, to keep his eyes open as they dipped to watch the blue ballcap rise and lower, and hear the *clack* of a furry tail against both sides of the stall door's footing. The rest was a blur to him, well-beyond what a perfect handling of his giant cock would allow. He didn't notice the sound of furious jerking-off just beneath the toilet seat, didn't catch when Jerr would glance up to ogle his manly fuzz... And he didn't see the sloppy etchings on the wall next to his head, making fun of what other simian had seen this same cubicle six months prior.

"Mmm MMm mohhh..."

The rhino's pitch was a roller coaster of highs and lows, with every swoop of Jerr's tongue on his veiny diameter... And the chimp's flow was only getting stronger. He could even use his teeth to great advantage, gently raking the bottom set across a certain, remembered pressure point midway up the teacher's endowment, coaxing deeper groans and an involuntary thrust from the pachyderm. Each minute the session was extended, another of Cyrus's needs or simple fetishes came back to him, and was straightaway implemented... Such as Jerr's pausing his self-pleasure at one point, to worship the furry pecs and belly of his ex-instructor, in a very hands-on manner. By this point, it was hard for either to believe how long they'd been forced to live apart from their rituals.

With features still aglow, Hornbill took the left hand from its perch to wrap it across Jerr's cap-cloaked scalp. Rekindling his true, manly-top self, he gave no hint before pushing the ape's head firmly down, forcing it around the throbbing meatstick. But Jerr was waiting for this - one of his all-time favourites, in classic mansex - and wincing at the feel of an engorged glans passing his uvula, his own delighted groan was barely stifled by the obvious. On this single gesture, every sign of Hornbill's pleasure heightened, as did the pace of Jerr's hand feverishly edging his manhood.

Taking the monster's every inch, with all the talent it deserved, little time elapsed before Jerr could feel the ginger-flagpole approach critical mass... Giving a purely-mental, heaven-bound sigh, he braced himself and pumped forward to meet the hard-earned prize.

But just as suddenly as he'd cruised towards the tipping point, he felt the same oversized hand that so easily pushed him down, seize the scruff of his neck. Eyelids shooting open, he was instantly aware of being pulled up and away, just out of lip's reach.

Naturally, his pupils moved to glare at Hornbill's. "The hell's the matter? You and I both know I was this close to payoff."

The reply was hindered, by Cyrus's need to catch his breath. "You were, Jerr, and you're still just as incredible, but... It's been so long. Too long."

After a brief look of uncertainty, the answer lit up monkey features. "... You want to draw it out. Make it last."

Hornbill's strong jawline accented the shake of his head. "I think you deserve my honesty. At the risk of ruining the moment, or whatever you agree on us sharing, in the four years since your graduation..."

"... I'll save you the speech, big guy... I think I see where this is going." Jerr's self-pleasuring hand made a transfer, to somewhat-nervously adjust his cap. "Don't say it."

"I have to."

"Not in my world, you don't." The smaller of the pair, seemed truly uncomfortable. "C'mon, man, you know what I'll say. Let's leave this shit be."

"I can't. You already saw through my 'dutiful' act in the hall, there's no hope of hiding this. Jerr..."

From the grey tank's newly-softened countenance, Jerr could see a deeper context leap out at him, one he had no desire to meet.

"... I've been saving it for you. Myself, and all I have to offer. It was always yours."

The primate, dipping head to the floor, came within a hair of authentically blushing... But for him, it simply wasn't in the cards. The first phrase of his counter, came low and under his breath. "Hornbill, you soft, old-fashioned piece o' work... Okay if I pose a question?"

"Of course." The wistful return came while conscious of Jerr's resistance, tugging forward against the hold on his neck.

"And if you're still feelin' that same sentimental-itis, then I'll gladly walk down the aisle, with a smile on my face and a bow on my tux pants."

"... Alright." Though Cyrus couldn't predict the imminent, he still had an air of hesitation...

... Mostly due to Jerr's breaking his hold, and proceeding to bat his tongue against the still-throbbing whopper. The question-in-question, came in spurted phrases, broken by dives on his acquired target. "Think of... All the times... I've been your... *slurp* Willing meatslave. And then all the others... You knew about... *smack* And what little they don't... Have in common with you. Then... Tell me if you'd still think... Mmmmm... I'd make a decent spouse."

Luckily, Jerr didn't hinder the teacher's sense of reason. Locking eyes with his insatiable companion, lust-filled ecstacy mixed with knowing, assuaged epiphany. "Th-aa-ank you, Jerr, all the same. I could al www _ww_ays count on you, to be straight up with me."

Two chimp eyes were again tightly-closed, all nervousness had vanished, a free hand reassumed its careful edging, and the overworked throat gave its best ' Mm -hmm'.

Gasping with fervour that gave its previous, climax-nearing height a run for its money, Cyrus near-shouted his final thought. "S- So what now ww?"

Though Jerr wasn't fond of his task's interruption, he cared enough for the trophy cock's owner to humour him. "If you mean... What's next for me... MNnnnn... I stumbled on... A great dude... Who has a lot to offer..." He extended a pause, to tongue-trace the head's lower perimeter. "And while you still have... A career to work on... Mmgghh.... He's able to work me... Double -time." Even while focused on the second advent of Hornbill's nearing-peak, he could still chuckle at the shameless pun.

This time, there would be no rude awakenings from his post... Hornbill said his piece, the conclusion was mutual, and the pulsing, primed dick was right back to its cliffhanger. The rhino fingers which had torn themselves away from the bar, re-clinched it with white-knuckle power... His jaw dropped, hair matted with sex-forged sweat, and knees buckled in and out in unguidable swings. The veins girdling titantic manhood, pumped hard against Jerr's inner chops, and in an instant it was gloriously nudged past the limit. Despite himself, the man-hungry monkey could almost grow misty-eyed at the beauty he heard, in the first of Hornbill's booming moans.

Jerr was glad he could recall the rhino's peaking force, and prepare accordingly. A thick mushroom-head went smooth in purposed inflation, and its servant gave one last swoop on the grooveless tip. From this, the inner flesh welled with his reward, and the real intensity began. Hornbill's stomach heaved with the unmetered ecstacy, as the first creamy jet traced a Mach-1 path down Jerr's gullet, bringing both to blissful, gutteral groans. Beyond control, the rhino's hips rocked forward with each successive shot, but not enough to dislodge an expert who clung for dear-life-and-action. The hard-bodied teacher's shooting power was incredible, yet still within Jerr's league, and no less than ten jets flowed flawlessly through the living suck-machine. An eleventh escaped, but on purpose; Jerr wrenched his throat and lips from the cum-pumping mass for all of two seconds, and raised his grinning face to watch that same eleventh rocket towards the ceiling. In his eyes, the arc was a work of art, and became the means for his proudest 'party trick'; catching the gob right between his teeth, and sliding so rapidly back down the shooter's length, the next-in-line was safely held and taken as the rest.

Though Jerr's restless tail had a mind of its own, from time to time it would still cooperate; such as now, when it came in line to 'finger' his plenty-loose hole, deepening by an inch a second. Cyrus was on shot-number-fifteen, and only now did they start to lessen in the least. Possessing the smaller form of a spidermonkey, Jerr's normally-flat abs were ever-so-slightly distending from the sheer volume he greedily took, which gave him the profile of a subtle pot-belly. Had Hornbill the capacity to open his eyes, he doubtless would've seen how this likened to his own, natural middle-aged spread... But he couldn't, as that same age didn't subtract from his endowment's blessed might, or how it kept him in climactic throes far longer than the average male. Still gobbling down every last drop, Jerr's knowing appreciation burned half-as-deep as his growing lust, nudged on by his cock's edging closer to the goal line... Cyrus wasn't the only one brought quickly back to the point of no return, and the over-engorged monkey dick was aching to do its duty.

As Hornbill's peak was gradually dimming, and sensations started to calm, the man-obsessed simian's grew to replace it. Jerr's task-muffled peak-whines and their low frequency sent strong vibrations from lips-to-rhino-meat, gifting Cyrus some unexpected shudders. Meanwhile, the tip of his monkey-pecker drizzled its pent-up load, and even shot a few down Hornbill's calves, as eight toes curled and straightened in the long-awaited release. Instinctively, Jerr tried to glance down and admire how much he'd 'contributed' - his usual, pride-serving endcap - and was reminded that the combo of a massive cock, and overgrown bush, do well at obscuring views.

While his payload was exhausting itself, slowly, wonderfully, he cast attention back on the teacher's needs, still coaxing smaller and smaller ropes from its sensitive slithole. With gaze locked longingly on his fuckbuddy's face, warmed by a satisfied sigh, he at last felt the end of ten-inch pulses, and drew his oral hug away from its heir. He would've stayed on, and milked their 'visit' for all it was worth, if words weren't necessary.

"*smack* Big guy?" He weakly began, vocal cords impeded by their thorough coating.

Cyrus, and his faculties, took a moment to regain themselves. "Y-yes?"

"Two things. First, thanks like hell... No matter how far I stray, you never stop bein' the best and hottest. My passin' on your 'proposal', changes jack shit."

The rhino legs shifted idly, a reflex to the boost of ego. "Heh... Then I appreciate the honest news."

"Don't mention it, beefstick. Second... I may not be the marryin' kind, but I still want your children. Science can make it happen, just say the word."

A large, reddish eyebrow raised, before Cyrus could decipher it as just another compliment.

"Well, gratitude for the offer." Repaying the jab in the only way he could think of, he took one hand to his giant meat, held it out for Jerr to re-take, and drew it quickly away once the lips came into range.

"Ohhh, ASS hole. Just for that, you can wonder about the third."

Hearty, baritone laughs. "No, that makes us even. So go right ahead."

"... Fine, sure, whatever." He paused to readjust his cap, which was inching forward from his newly-concluded movements. "I got a favour to ask. And you know me, I wait for just the right amount of leverage." An ingratiating wink. "Howzabout it?"

Hornbill's eyes rolled like logs down a hillside. "Well I can't exactly say no right now... But that's the meaning of leverage, I'm sure."

"Nice, now you're learning from me." Still in mind to joke with his well-spent company, he laid both elbows on the set of taut thighs, in a comical tween-girl pose. "Tell Will, I'm on my way. I know you have his number, and if he hears my voice I'll be eight hours on and staring at a dead battery before he'd let me go."

"That's all you need from me?" Cyrus felt genuine shock, based simply on their history. "Consider it done." Now passing the last shred of afterglow, he tightened grip on the railings, using them to stand up. Upon reaching this stance, however, he felt a different tickle... Slight breeze, stirred up from his motion, against the clumps of monkey seed clinging to his lower legs' manfuzz.

The pair noticed in unison, and Jerr's mirth grew for many reasons. " Heh -heh, pearl anklet. Here, lemme take care o' that for you." Dipping knees to the ground, he literally slid up to Hornbill's legs, and licked every last drop from their hairy perch. The teacher couldn't help but laugh, at just how dirty he was willing to go.

Finishing the complimentary spot-clean, Cyrus's fervid fan leaned back, swooped one arm to the ground and snatched his shirt - somehow - from beneath Hornbill's trousers. "But yeah, he needs to know I'm joinin' him, if you'd be so gorgeous-ly kind."

"Not a problem." Following words were muffled, by the motions of bending to fetch his pants. "So, he's prone to talk your ear off over nothing? I wouldn't think him the type."

Jerr's killer smirk was in full glory. "Nah... More like goading me into phone-'sessions'."

The soft clang of a belt being buckled. "Why couldn't I guess."

"Hey, I can't help it if the sound of my pleasure has a fan. Or three. Or thirty."

The self-assured chimp peeked under the stall door, scanning for other shadows. Giving Cyrus the 'all-clear', they quietly stepped out, rhino on point. "Well Jerr, I'll make sure you can leave in one piece, but at this point any more would be a pipe dream." His eyes cut slyly to the shorter target. "You and your love affair with attention."

The selfsame target shot back a single guffaw. "Only if that means you changed your name. Enjoyed the time, among other things, Mr. Cyrus ' Attention' Hornbill. And wish me luck, I'm not so sure Will's cut out to do his version of 'Prison Break'. "

The virile teacher's response was bathed in gratification. "Best of luck, prodigy."

Upon crossing the bathroom's threshold, they did their best to go seperate ways.

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The school's singular human, walking hands-in-pockets down the quieted hall, was rejoined by his best friend. With chaos dying its natural death, Jake's fun expired as well, so he chose to retake his place alongside Adam. As they moped aimlessly, from finding their classroom auto-bolted, there was still the sporadic pass of a frantic student.... But this was normal, and soon followed by another pupil, higher on the food chain.

The freckle-faced boy sighed for this average, tiresome sight, just before Jake's weak shoulder-jab stole his attention. "Snap out of it, bucko, you're bringin' me even down-er."

Adam's narrow scowl made clear his attitude. "Fine, maybe now you'll get the picture. We got a reason to be down, and its name is detention."

"Psh", the young primate objected, waving his wrist through the air. "Pretty sure Hornbill never used that word. Way to think the worst, padre."

"For the last time, gringo..." Lupe took in their looks of surprise, as she fluttered slowly over them. "... Leave the Español to an expert."

Her iridescent form lowered to perch on the bill of Jake's hat, a lighthearted punishment. "Sorry I skipped out on you hombrés... Mama asked me to fetch some groceries, and with swimsuit season creeping up, I could use the exercise."

Jake tried his best to convey boredom. "Oh, well you didn't miss all that much. Regular day."

The human face was fittingly stupified, staring down Jake. This lasted for all of two seconds, before their stroll led them by the principal's office... Where they halted at a sound they'd never heard from within.

"Whoa, weird," Adam intoned. "Is that... Pixiefrog laughing?"

His ape accomplice shuffled up to the door, and laid one ear against it. "Sure is... I didn't think he knew how."

And as Jake continued to eavesdrop, the conversation gradually unfolded.

"... And then I realized, it was me who'd been stealing my tampons the entire time..."

The high-pitched gazellian voice, was displaced by a brief coughing fit. "I was just so sleep-deprived, I didn't even... Er... Um..."

"Remember?" Offered a chuckling mandrill.

"Yes, remem... Rem... What you said."

It was an oddly cultural scene, four figures perched flimsily like the swooning nudes on a classical canvas. Horace sat with shoulders draped and arms hanging over the back of Pixiefrog's full-sized chair, their feminine nurse lay sidewise on the floor, head in her elevated hoof, Pixiefrog himself reclined with his weight against a stapler...

...And the school counselor stood back-to-a-bookcase, trying valiantly not to crack up at their lack of 'endurance'.

"Maurice?" Shouted the cracking voice of a blazed amphibian, not seeing he was only five feet distant.

"Uh-*cchhhm*-huh?" He answered, with a sound that was half-holding-smoke, half-choking down his need to bust out laughing.

"Something just... Occurred to me. What if all the money we're budgeted, doesn't really go to the students. I mean, it does, but it more goes to test scores. The kids can pass them just fine, but that doesn't mean they're learning, they're just recalling."

"... Wait, come again?" The reply fought for vocal dominance, against the sound of Horace fingering the fabric on his chair.

"I think..." He paused, to take the tightly-rolled 'gift' Maurice handed him, "I think the school board is in kahoots with the paper manufacturers. To make sure their product gets pushed here, cheaply. The dirty bastards... *inhale*... Are paying them off."

This was the end of a mandrill's self-control, and hearty, gut-busting guffaws ensued. By the time 'Mary Jane' came back around, he'd just barely regained composure.

"... Oh my God ," the gazelle suddenly protested, "It just occurred to me, I haven't shaved my legs in TWO WEEKS! "

"But Nurse," Pixiefrog slurred, focusing on her nubile gams through tiny, bloodshot eyes, "You never shave your legs."

Her own pair of red-tinted whites grew in further dismay, while Horace's weight tipped the chair over to limply sprawl him across the floor. "... And that's why I'm always alone!!"

The joint made its way to an upside-down ferret, and Maurice's palm met his face, as the high-pitched sobbing began. "This was short-sighted, on my part. Half our little bevy are hopeless, unbridled lightweights."

"Oh, cut her some slack, chum," the principal whispered through his cartoonish grin, "It's probably just her lady hormones. Dear old mom was the same way." His voice found its normal strength. "Now now, nurse, you're plenty attractive. And besides, it's the time to relax, nothing in the world to fret over."

She seemed confused, behind the hankerchief that wiped her tears. "Not even that boy, or whatever it was, that's running around?"

Three faces changed in a split second, and all three to natural alarm, but it was Horace and his topsy-turvy features that shot widest.

Meanwhile, Jake was nothing but puzzled, at the things his ear picked up.

"So, what's going on in there?", came Adam's fists-on-hips impatience, with the lovely toucan a dead-on match.

"Well, I'll put it this way..." Jake returned. "... Haven't got a clue."

There was an exasperated human sigh, just before monkey ears seemed to quiver, and his tail gave a twitch. "Wait a sec... Got some major noise, here."

It somewhat soothed Adam's chagrin. "What kind of noise?"

"I dunno, like feet or something, on a hard floor-"

Jake's pause, was only due to him flying across the room, rolling to a stop against the wall; Adam jumped back in an oddly-femmy cringe, and Lupe turned a full midair-somersault. The office door had crashed down before them, sending cracks through the tempered glass, with someone atop its now-horizontal plane... The vice-coach ferret, ever silent and barely aware of his position, still clutching nature's bounty between two fingers.

His head swiveled lazily to meet Adam, who was shifting from startled fear to incredible curiosity. And over the span of moments, while Lupe hovered down next to them, and Jake shuffled up rubbing his elbow, his thoughts coagulated. "Is that... A cigarette?"

"'Fraid not, pink boy."

Adam's head swung to the left, taking in a barely-familiar sight. Floating on the thoughts of his 'accomplished' day, Jake's effectual mentor flashed a simple, 'wassup' head-bob; and from the lack of any jolt, even his brother could tell he had the situation well-figured out.

"So Maurice is still the same kanivin' wordsmith, I see... I wouldn't move this silent sap, until he's 'here' enough to move himself. Respect the spine, you dig?"

All the while, the shrinking joint in a ferret's hand was drooping further, slipping from a weakened hold. Half-from his activities, half-from the thundrous impact, Horace looked somewhere beyond the four digits, that swooped in to save it... By snatching it away.

"Puff, puff, pass , fuckface."

Jerr helped himself to a deep, full toke, before launching into full-blown hacking mode. His only sibling, put on a first-class frown. "See, it's poison, like dad always said."

The elder monkey somehow chuckled through the choke. "This shit is... Tastes like pig-ass shipped in from Love Canal. Mandrill's standards are slippin' somethin' fierce." For his own amusement, he slid the spliff between Horace's lips, before leaning up to fake-out-punch Jake's shoulder, and watch him recoil. "I'm outta here, caught wind there's trouble in paradise and it won't go so well without me. Catch ya later, assclown. Adam, nice shootin' the breeze with you. Toucan chick, try some color-protect shampoo."

With Lupe quickly fluttering away in gasp-laden sobs, Adam became the next on a long list of eye-wideners. "Whoa, after all the damage you've caused, and with Vice-Coach Ferret lying right here in front of us, you're just gonna leave?"

Jerr's arms found their way to a masculine cross. "That's the idea."

By now, Jake was staring down his best buddy, eager to see just how he'd explode this time. While waiting for the trembling lips, or the barrage of boy-swears that always glided between them...

... Human countenance promptly brightened. "That's the coolest thing I've heard in a long time. I can see why Jake looks up to you so much!"

Jerr had a few foul snickers, while Adam's peripheral caught the look of a pal whose mortified embarrassment was nothing short of marvelous.

In the eldest's mind, now would be choice for a timely exit. "On that note, see you pimpin'. And keep my bro in line, or at least off the FBI's ten most wanted."

Through Adam's point of view, a self-satisfied simian spun on his heel, and skipped away, in a style that somehow was totally non-effiminate... And also brought liberal sloshing from his stomach area. While Jake glared with daggers in the eyes - no doubt for the total shaming - Jerr's form vanished at the apex of a corner wall.

... Then came the squeaking sounds of moisture on tile, as Virgil breezed by the starstruck pair. "Waaiit, you never gave me your number!! C'mon, I'm free this weekend, there's a great little café down the street, right next to the Bally's..." The sentence faded out, as he, too, rounded the same point.

"Jake?"

The reciprocating tone, was harsh. "What."

"He is one-of-a-kind. And maybe someday, you'll be like him."

The thought alone, in two shakes of a monkey's tail, turned Jake's ill will on its head. Gazing a millions miles away, he was wholly-enthralled by this prospect. " HECK yes! I can see it now, written in lights... Jake Spidermonkey the first, supreme woof!"

His 'royal' tone, crumbled on Adam's reaction. "Woof?"

"Yeah, well... Yeah. In his words," Jake forged his best brotherly impression, "'masculine dude, who lives for other masculine dudes.'"

"Oh..." Adam tried the arduous task of focusing on his pal's 'manly' pose, without giggling... He didn't succeed. "You got a loooong way to go."

Between the well-deserved belly laughs and irked incredulity, they'd missed Pixiefrog's miniature build, leaning out the open office threshold.

"Just a moment, you two. Isn't it past time for second period?"

Adam, in a slight sweat, gazed up at a nearby wall clock. "Y-yes sir, by forty-six-and-a-quarter minutes."

Another half-a-minute tacked on to that, as Pixiefrog stood there, cogs turning slowly in his head.

"Well go sit by your next class, while I figure out who called for this lockdown. Looks like I'll be suspending someone for negligence today... Doing such a thing without... Without... Uh..."

"Cause?", Adam interjected.

"Right, what you said."

As their frog czar leaned back into his office, Jake and his human pal's thoughts had a rare synchronization. Wondering - among other things - how he could miss a broken door, with a faculty casualty on top, six inches in front of him. Their mutual conclusion: it was best not to ask questions.

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Three detestable things flanked the silverbacked silhouette - clad in standard-issue fatigues - on all sides: blistering heat, bivouac tents, and benumbing apathy. Small comfort in his regret-filled mind, was the notion he sat playing out a decades-old cliche; ass on a barrel, facing a giant mound of peeled nourishment, a knife in one hand and the next tasty victim in the other. It was hard to say what he missed more; the company of his classmates, or close to everything else he knew from home.

It didn't help matters, he was positioned at the foot of the loudspeaker. Lunch bell sounded, Windsor Gorilla was deaf for three minutes. The random, barking announcements, might jack that number up to ten or fifteen. It hardly mattered, anyway... It's not like he was getting off that seat. Not with his track record, of spouting thoughtful dissertations on the nature of every military exercise, he'd repeatedly fail for that very reason.

Now, it started up again... And for the first time, through some instinct of self-preservation, his mud-and-greased face gazed up at the cold steel speaker, and attempted to make out its garbled message.

"_NOW HEAR THIS, MAGGOTS, WILL ONE PRIVATE REGINALD B. FLYING SQUIRREL REPORT TO THE P.T.L. TENT ON THE DOUB- HGKFGHFHFHF _..."

The solid gorilla brow furrowed at new and foreign noise. "This is certainly curious" he mused, "Never generated quite that ilk of static, in bygone repetitions..."

His ponder came to a screeching halt, as the same speaker began blasting out a full-volume playback of DJ Gammer's "Can't Complete".

Once his shattered nerves finished their struggle to jam a finger in each ear, his reflex-squinting abated. One portion of his training that sunk in, was heightened awareness, which allowed him to glimpse what now stood twenty feet to his right. Also a gorilla, in faded football jersey and blue jean cutoffs. Leaning on a reinforced tentpole, shooting a smile his direction, whilst one-handed-juggling a transistor and a Swiss Army Knife.

Windsor's pysche crashed on pure distress. "W-Will?"

"None other, my ill-advised fish out of water. Consider your ship, arrived."

To Be ... Continued?