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Hello ,everyone, welcome to the latest chapter!

This is the special fan-luv chapter, as prompted by your numerous comments! Thank you, everyone, your awesomeness brought this chapter to be! Expect a normal update on Friday as usual. *smiles*

As always, all comments are most welcome, since they are the best gauge of how the story fares with my readers, so don't hesitate!

I'd also like to point out some Hockey Hunk fanart for you guys! In case you haven't seen it yet, check out last chapter's comment section for a sketch of the always so adorable Mason, drawn by kensukethecat! A big thanks for him, it's awesome that he was inspired to draw that!

Another mention goes to omegalupus , who has also captured the frat wolf on a drawing, which is posted on his profile, here:

http://www.sofurry.com/page/308513/

http://omegalupus.sofurry.com/

Check these out if you like, and drop some feedback for the awesome artists, who have been inspired by Rory's story!

Without further ado, have a fun read y'all, and enjoy!

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I almost jumped in the air, which would have probably been not such a sensible thing to do, especially with your pants practically around your knees, and with the chance of slamming your head down to a tiled floor.

Instead, I did a dramatic double take, and nothing more, which also might not have been the best thing to do, considering that I had just barged in on someone standing naked in the middle of the staff bathroom, dripping wet, shiny-furred and smelling nice, and with his eyes widen open, and staring at the sight of an unbuckled Rory right in front of him.

"You mind a second, Rory?" the black Lab spoke, grinning broadly so that his unnaturally white teeth flashed between his lips, briefly.

"Uhhh..."

Alex did nothing to close the door between the bathroom and the locker room, but instead he simply walked himself and his admittedly great black ass over to the other side, where he had a towel hanging off the wall of the toilet cubicle marked "LEG-RAISERS". My eyes followed the sway of his whip-like tail, as long as it was visible before the wet dog was wrapped in the large towel, and then he turned over to face me again, grinning.

"Mind the floor, it's a bit wet...I always make a mess!" the cheeky dog spoke, walking past me with a confident strut, and entered the locker room past me, followed by a cloud of freshly washed canine fur scent that assaulted my nose.

My eyes kind of just...stared at the dog, who was once a familiar sight here, but was now slightly out of place. My paws clung to my belt, unbuckled and with my jeans open enough so that you'd definitely see my boxers if you were looking down to my crotch...and basically, Alex had caught me just like that.

Nice one, Rory.

The canine walked over to a locker I had thought to be emptied ever since Alex left, but much to my surprise, he simply opened it and pulled out a spray can of some deodorant. It didn't take long for him to realize that I was still staring, and he flashed me another smile, and winked.

"Wassup, Rory?" the doggie asked me, busy fumigating his armpits.

I knew that I looked like a total idiot when I blinked, and flicked a sharp ear.

"Uhh...what are you doing here, Alex?" the obvious question was obvious, and it was the first one I did, my need to visit the bathroom pushed back ...this was all too interesting, so that even my most feral impulse was quenched...for now.

Alex put the can into the locker that was deserted of personal effects, except for the folded Albrecht Brothers uniform shirt and pants that still remained on a coat hanger within the metallic box.

"Marge called me and asked me to stand in for her, she's not working today," the Lab explained to me, busy with his clothes for now, and still moderately dripping, towel or not.

I frowned.

"Oh?" the perfect conversationalist in me reared his head.

Alex took a sniff under his toned arm and then slammed the can back into the locker shelf. His next project was to put on an athletic sleeveless T-shirt that looked like it might be made out of spandex, that's how tightly it hugged the with and lean canine's torso.

"She's called in sick, she plans to go to the hospital today, and wanted someone here to help you guys out, and it was sorted out with Albrecht Junior, so here I am," Alex smiled a little, almost playfully.

My frown deepened.

"Marge's sick enough to have to go to the hospital?" my tail made a sharp slap against my legs as I stared at the Lab, newly dressed in the eye candy wrapper of a shirt.

Alex shrugged.

"Don't ask me, she didn't tell me anything besides that, and I didn't want to pry," Alex rubbed his towel-covered thighs, both at the same time, and gave me a look.

I scratched the side of my own muzzle and kept frowning a little still.

"That's a bit weird," I mused.

"Yeah, but it didn't sound so serious to me, you know, I don't think it's anything bad or anything like that, probably just a routine thing, or maybe she just wants to have a blood test taken or something like that, to see if she's got a strep throat or something. She did sound a bit hoarse on the phone," Alex explained to me in his rapid style.

I gave a curt nod, not entire convinced that it was as benign as Alex seemed to think. I watched him for a few little longer, before I spoke again.

"So are you just in for today or...?"

"For Monday and Tuesday," Alex replied, busying himself with putting on the rest of his clothing, unbothered by my presence in the locker room. "She's taken two days off."

"Right..." I replied.

Alex, currently hunched over to slip on his socks, gave me a look and a smirk.

"Weren't you supposed to be going somewhere, Rory?" he winked.

My tail flopped from side to side as I remembered my impeding bladder disaster, and chuffed.

"Yeah, you know...morning coffee...running coffee..." I detailed.

"That's why I don't have any," Alex smiled. "Strict no to stimulants, my new drugs of choice are simply exercise and sex."

My ears flicked at his cheeky declaration, slightly amused by his tone. With a body like his, I could definitely see the exercise, not to mention, understand that he would have no trouble getting his other drug of choice whenever he liked.

"I see," I mused, and rumbled.

"I actually came here right off the gym! It's fantastic, they've got this new early opening time so that furs can come in and do a quick routine before work, and I think it's great!" Alex enthused. "I feel so energetic!"

The Lab continued his exhibitionist ways by standing up and putting his towel aside to the bench. I had at least ten seconds to stare at his perfectly shaped ass while the unknowing doggie searched for his boxers and then pulled them on, again, taking his time to slip his tail through the back opening and then pulling them snuggly over his grade A rump. I knew that I really shouldn't be staring at it, but it was so nice, and Alex was arguably a walking sexual cue, which was more than enough to catch Rory Jr. as well, if only a little, to give a friendly throb inside his cozy fuzzy bedroom.

I shook any butt thoughts off my mind and snorted to myself to get rid of the Lab's sprayed scent from my nose.

"Well that really is great," I suggested, hollowly.

"You should try calisthenics too, Rory, it really gives you a killer figure and you feel so full of energy, and when you eat healthy and skip all the crappy commercial stuff, everything's just a breeze."

"Yeah, I guess everyone should," I replied, not really knowing what to say.

Alex grinned broadly and proceeded to put on the black pants that was part of out uniform.

"Well I'm going to the bathroom now...uhh...yeah."

"See you soon!" the Lab wagged his tail.

I gave the back of his head a puzzled look and then, with the greatest effort of self-control possible, very slowly turned around, opened the bathroom door and closed it with the same deliberate slowness. As soon as I heard the click of the lock, I was on the move, rushing for the cubicle. This time I didn't make the mistake of undressing at the same time as moving, and thus, I only yanked myself out of my boxers when the cubicle was securely locked, and I could finally let it rip.

The ceremony on the fountain of piss allowed me a small peaceful moment for my thoughts, as well. This day was up to a strange start, what with Marge being off sick and with Alex suddenly popping up. Now, I didn't have anything against the guy, it was just a big surprise to have him around. It had been six months or so since he had moved to work at the new Albrecht Brothers flagship store in the Stepford Center, the huge mall outside town, and he had only been seen infrequently since. I wouldn't mind having him around, the Lab was definitely a free benefit that came with the job, by the virtue of being a huge flirt and looking so DAMN good in all the right places. Well...I wasn't one to deny myself some eye candy, why not, if he provided some so openly, who was I to blame for liking looking at the gym-loving doggie? It was his own fault!

He wasn't Victor, though, whose more heavyset curves offered me a great allure, one that could easily be revisited in my mind, though it might not have been exactly advisable while having my fingers around my cock. I had to hurry myself to finish off my bladder function, before doing it became all too fun, and I wasn't really in a place to have fun, and with the final customary shake, I was done, and stuffed myself back into my pants.

I washed my paws and returned to the now deserted locker room, where only the scent of that awful deodorant reminded me that Alex had been there moments before. I shook my head in dismay at this weird turn to the day, and moved over to my own locker. I didn't waste time getting my own pants and shirt on, and I adjusted my collars and preened my mane a little, watching myself off the small mirror on the door of my locker. I tried a couple of goofy smiles while doing it, just for the fun, and my ears flicked, and my chuff almost fogged up the whole mirror, upon my reaction to my own stupid face. My mane looked nice, though, it was all puffy and really looked thick and attractive, I hoped...at least Victor liked it...Peter liked it, it was something to grab onto in the throes of passion, if nothing else. It felt pretty nice to look pretty, and I smiled to myself, and fiddled a little with my name tag to make sure it was perfectly straight, and I declared myself ready for the day.

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Crystal's laugher filled my ears as soon as I opened the door into the main shop floor. I wandered upstairs through the musty second-hand section, and found out that the rest of the staff had congregated by the sales counter, where Crystal stood, still in her street clothes, while the uniformed Mason stood nearby, looking curiously at the Lab he had only met maybe once or twice before, at least to my knowledge. The doggie at the center of the attention stood behind cash register number two, Marge's usual one, and tapped it with learned efficiency while still chatting up my co-workers. I slinked over as well and planted myself on the corner of the counter, put my paws down over it, and puffed out my chest, so that I wouldn't' be forgotten.

Crystal was all smiles, and her ropey tail flicked rapidly, while her tall ears were in a constant motion, and her big eyes lingered curiously on the dark and handsome and openly smiling Lab. The canine turned his eyes upon me on my arrival, and flashed me that same, familiar smile he often gave to pretty much everyone.

"And there comes the muffin Rory!" the Lab's tongue hung between his leering lips as he watched me.

I cocked an ear at him and thrummed the glass tabletop, idly. Crystal snickered, and Mason's ears flicked, curiously, watching between me and the Lab, as if trying to decide on which older male to defer to.

"That's me," I grumbled, keeping my head up tall and proud.

Alex chuckled ,and wagged his tail.

"Rory here was so eager to see me that he saw ALL of me, in fact," the Lab suggested to his captive audience.

"Oh?" Crystal, the traitorous woman, inquired.

"Ohh yes," Alex smirked, tickling his chin, "I was having a shower, you see, because I went to the gym before coming here and I was in a hurry, and then Rory barged right in when I was drying up!"

Crystal chuckled brightly, and Mason joined in, chuffing and watching me, something that was starting to cause a little bit of heat to creep over my cheeks, just about. I tried to keep a calm face, though, and smiled a little, and let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, talk about bad timing from me," I played the guilty party, knowing that it might be the safest bet for now. "Got an eyeful of Alex."

"A nice eyeful I bet," Crystal's perky eyes were definitely going up and down the all too shipshape canine holding court behind the cash register.

Alex winked at me and then smirked at the mare, his floppy ears flicking as much as they physically could be expected to do.

"Well I hope so, I mean, if you're gonna get busted naked, I'd hope that the other party enjoyed it as well," the outrageous doggie mused, causing me to chuff.

"Ahahah!" Crystal nickered, delighted.

"I feel so envious," I added, hoping that it sounded mischievous enough, and a good enough a response coming from the heterosexual lion who just happened to walk in on a naked dude in a random bathroom while having your pants practically down.

"You should," Alex licked his lips, and his tail seemed to be wagging at a hundred wags per minute.

Thankfully, Crystal chimed in then and spared me any further questioning about whether I liked seeing naked, well-fit Labs naked.

"How're things at Stepford?" the mare spoke curiously. "I was there with the girls last weekend, but we didn't go past the store, though."

The confident doggie just kept on smiling.

"It's busy as ever," the busy-looking male replied, "we really have a top spot there, furs can just walk right in once they enter the mall, and have a browse, and maybe relax a little bit, because it's so nice and quiet in there. It's really like a living room for everyone who wants to have some quality entertainment in a book form. We're really doing really nicely there, and everything's so modern and just fantastic!"

Crystal was spellbound, listening carefully, but I could see that Mason's expression was just a tad more dubious, or so it seemed to me, as we sought each other's eyes across the space between us. I gave him a quick smile and a an ear flick.

"Have you put the day's papers on the rack yet, Mason?" I spoke, loudly.

The wolf looked guilty, momentarily, just a for a second, before he shook his head.

"I'll give you a paw," I smiled, already walking past Crystal to meet up with the wolf, who gave me a look.

"Alright," Mason rumbled.

I slapped my paws together and let my tail speak for myself as I moved over towards the tall, glossy display stand lined with rows of magazines and newspapers, trailed by the wolf right behind me. The delivery boxes were on the floor, already likely opened by Mason, but the arrival of the tight-butt Lab probably had interrupted his work. I didn't mind the menial task at all, for it'd definitely offer a distraction from the Lab's one-dude show. Crystal was left happily chattering Alex for the moment, which was perfectly fine by me, of course. I leaned over to pick a plastic-wrapped bunch of knitting magazines from the topmost box, and got into work. Mason followed suite and first deposited the latest issue of Vogue to the girl's shelf, putting it carefully onto its place.

"Hahahahaa!"

Crystal really sounded happy with her temporary co-worker, and I saw Mason's ears flick with probably annoyance once the Lab's own loud, ringing laughter coursed through the shop floor. I smiled quietly to myself.

"Is he always like that?" Mason whispered to me once we were standing side by side, arranging all too many Selena Gomez and Lady Gaga - themed teen magazines to their proper slots on the display stand.

"Yeah," I returned in the same conspiratorial tone, whispering off the corner of my muzzle. "Always going on full speed ahead."

"How long did you guys work together?" Mason rumbled.

My ears flicked as I contemplated the answer.

"Maybe a year, yeah," I replied, with my back to Mason as I dug through the delivery box.

"Wow," Mason chuffed.

"Yeah," I smiled, using my claws on the plastic wrap that now gave birth to a pile of crispy new hobbies and crafts magazines.

Mason's paws next brought up something more interesting, though, however, for his next pass in his box procured a small stack of miniature magazines, with the big title "GENERAL INTEREST" printed on the top of the half-sized page. The cover featured some age-old actress with a frozen Botox smile, promising to give tips on how to stay young naturally. Other headlines involved video cameras, a heart-warming tale of a mineshaft collapse and an article about thalidomide, which all must have made for some cheerful reading.

Yeah...seeing the produce of my old my employer was almost bittersweet. My current job wasn't so bad, but working for the magazine hadn't been so bad ,even if much of it was composing the next letter to send to our subscribers, promising a wonderful antique-looking plastic table clock as a gift if they'd purchase a leather-bound folder for storing their wonderful General Interest magazines. Mason was currently storing them on the shelf in the hopes of geriatric customers, right next to the Reader's Digest, on the display. I put my crafts magazines to the shelf, and my flicky tail collided with Mason's briefly, his bushy one jumping as a result, and tapping my knees. Mason gave me a look.

"Uhh...so..Rory, have you...thought about Thursday?" the frat wolf asked me curiously, looking at me.

Shit...

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The date...I was supposed to come up with fun things to do in our date and I had no idea...I had spent all weekend worrying about Peter, and now there was...oh crap...

The sound of loud clapping filled my ears.

"Alright, everyone, it's one minute to eight o'clock, let's get ready to get this show on the road, everyone!"

That was Alex, of course, seemingly intent on taking Marge's managerial duties over as well, as he stood behind the counter, bursting with energy to sell a thousand books before the day was over.

...I wished it would already be over.

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