Chapter 2: The First Day ~Des-Berfo High~
"Donnie wake up! The bus is at the corner!!!" With that, Donnie's first day at Des-Berfo started.
"Thanks Mom!" Donnie yelled as he zipped straight out of his bed into the bathroom right across the hall.
Donnie didn't realize he was still nude until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Luckily, no one was watching and Donnie closed and locked the door to dissuade any stray looks. In his left paw Donnie had his clothes, while his right paw quickly began to comb his body. He always had bed fur. While his body may have been going through the motions, Donnie's mind was focusing on something besides what he was doing. When he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he had also caught a glimpse of the rampant erection he had. He reluctantly looked down. There was pre still dripping from his engorged member, obviously he had had a very sexual dream.
As Donnie continued to comb and brush his fur, making sure to give his bangs a bit of a twist to the side, he tried to remember the dream. He was focusing so intently on the dream, he didn't even hear his mother shout that the bus was right next door. Slowly, Donnie remembered one thing, one solid fact about the dream, it was just one simple image burned in his mental vision. The only thing he could remember was Derrick playing basketball on that court like the day they had met, a few weeks earlier, only he was playing with Donnie instead of Kenny. As he focused on this, he remembered that he had lost, and Derrick used the phrase 'Let's hit the showers'. Suddenly, Donnie's brain started to crank out the dream.
Derrick and Donnie slowly padded back to Derrick's house, a small one-story with a finished basement. The basement had it's own entrance, which connected to a living room, that living room connected to Derrick's bedroom and a small bathroom, Donnie knew the layout thanks to many long days spent in that basement playing Brawl or Rock Band. As they entered the basement, Derrick told Donnie to take a shower first and that he'd get the 360 set up. As Donnie stood in the shower, massaging aching muscles and rubbing some gel into his fur, he could have sworn he heard the door creak open a bit. Donnie checked the room quickly, then returned to his shower. In the next moment Derrick burst through the shower curtain, embracing Donnie and pulling him into a long kiss. As they stood there and kissed, the hot water splashed down on them and their naked bodies nearly merged. Donnie's crotch heated up as his cock began to emerge from its sheath. Still Derrick and Donnie kissed, and slowly Derrick's paw migrated to Donnie's crotch and grabbed hold firmly of his engorged cock. Derrick pumped slowly, and began to lower to his knees. Donnie watched as his member disappeared into his friend's muzzle. Derrick's tongue was warmer even than the water...
"Donnie! The bus just left!" His mother's shrill voice pulled Donnie out of the memory of that dream. Donnie groaned. He groaned again as he realized there was now pre all over the counter.
Donnie cleaned up quickly and got dressed in a jiffy. Donnie's parents were already out of the house, and walking was out of the question, the school was on the opposite side of town. Donnie ran to the phone, figuring he should call Derrick. As his paw reached the number pad, Donnie realized he wouldn't be able to talk to Derrick after that dream.
(At least not right now...) Donnie thought, as he dialed Kenny's number instead.
"Hello?" A tired voice answered.
"Hey Kenny, it's me Donnie. I was wondering if you could give me a lift to school." Donnie asked. Kenny groaned.
"Sorry man, I'm not feeling so hot today. You'll have to find a ride from someone else." Kenny replied, his voice speaking his misery for him.
"Oh thanks, I guess I'll catch a ride with Derrick then." Donnie was about to hang up the phone when Kenny shouted out.
"Wait! Derrick is probably gone already, he said he had some sort of meeting. I know who can pick you up though, Stephen."
"Stephen? Who's that?"
"Stephen is a junior. A mouse. He actually lives near you, I'll give him a call and let him know he's picking you up. He owes me a favor anyway. He'll be there in a minute. See ya."
"Thanks! See ya." Donnie hung up the phone.
(A mouse huh? I wonder if he's like the rest of the mice I know...) Donnie thought as he watched for someone to pull in.
Sure enough about a minute after he hung up, a large car pulled in. Donnie wasn't sure what kind of car it was exactly, but it was a Muscle Car, but with a little extra something. The car was red with a black stripe running across its middle, it also had black tinted windows. As Donnie inspected the car, he noticed it had some nitro attached to it, upon further inspection he noticed some lights underneath. As Donnie stood admiring the car, the passenger side window opened a crack.
"You Donnie?" A gruff yet somehow melodic voice asked.
"Yeah, are you Stephen?" Donnie asked, knowing the answer full well. The door swung open, and Donnie hurried inside.
The interior was all leather. Donnie could tell both the stereo and speakers were new, and the entire back seat was taken over by a sub woofer-speaker combo. Between the driver and passenger seats, where most cars would have a sort of armrest, there was a turntable with what appeared to Donnie to be controls only a DJ would have.
"Nice car." Donnie breathed, thinking aloud more than actually speaking.
"Thanks, he's my pride and joy." Stephen replied with his oddly gruff and melodic voice.
"He's? Don't you usually refer to cars as girls?" Donnie asked.
"Yeah but," Stephen motioned with one paw, "look around, anything girly in or on this car? Trust me this one's a he." Donnie laughed a little, the car did indeed give off a powerfully masculine vibe. "So, you're Kenny and Derrick's friend." Stephen half-asked half-stated.
"Yes. I moved here about a month ago. I'm afraid I don't know very many people. Are you a friend of their's?" Donnie asked. Stephen chuckled a little.
"You could say that." Stephen replied with a secret grin. Donnie took a moment to take in Stephen's features, his eyes now adjusting to the darker interior of the car.
Stephen was indeed a mouse, though he was larger than most. As far as Donnie could tell, he was tall and lean, built like a runner. Stephen was wearing a shirt with the sleeves cut off, apparently to show off the muscles bulging out mainly near his shoulders. Stephen had several piercings in both ears, and his hair was cut and combed the same way Donnie's was. Stephen's most striking feature, however, was his color. Stephen was an albino, red eyes included. His appearances made him look gruff and menacing, while the slight musical tinge to his voice indicated quite the opposite.
"So, how many people do you know from Des-Berfo?" Stephen asked, unaware that Donnie had been inspecting him.
"Only you, Derrick and Kenny. I'm afraid I don't get out much." Donnie replied shyly.
"Geez, Kenny why'd you throw me a noobie! What am I the welcoming party all of a sudden?!" Stephen yelled, apparently Kenny had done this to him before. "Well fine, if I'm the welcoming party, I'll be the welcoming party. So, what're you in?" Stephen asked, not talking to himself anymore.
"I'm just in Band really. I don't know much of what Des-Berfo offers. I'm not into sports much." Donnie replied.
"Band, so I imagine you'll run into Devon today. Word of warning, watch yourself with Devon. He's got a silver tongue and he knows how to use it." Stephen advised. "Hmm...well I think you'd get along with Lumpy, Const and Bellow."
"Who? Lumpy, Const and Bellow? Are those names?"
"Oh sorry, nick names. They're in band, nice guys, a little nerdy for my taste. They're 'gamers'." Stephen replied. Donnie was about to ask how he'd know them, when they pulled into Des-Berfo, and all of Donnie's thoughts were overridden with anxiety.
Donnie punched his locker again.
"Stupid thing!" Donnie yelled. Donnie looked around, and spotted Derrick. "Hey Derrick! Can you help me with my locker?" Derrick ran over, and opened the locker in one try.
"It's easy, you just kept passing the numbers. So what's your schedule?" Derrick asked.
"I've got...Geometry, Study Hall, History, Study Hall, Band, Lunch, French, Chemistry and English."
"Wow, open schedule. You have second period study hall, you should take Jazz Band instead, it's really fun. And you could take Psychology before Band. Don't worry, it's easy, the teacher usually let's us do whatever we want. Besides those study halls, your schedule lines up perfectly with mine! I'll show you around today then, I guess."
"Great, thanks!" Donnie replied, and they went off to Geometry.
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At lunch, Donnie followed Derrick to a table of furs he recognized from Band.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet Donnie, he's new and a friend." Derrick announced to the table. As they all looked up, Donnie realize they were all guys. "This is Bellow..." Derrick pointed to a large panda munching on PB & J. He continued on to introduce a muscular tiger, a nervous badger, another muscular horse and a wolf, Lumpy, John, Vince and Benny accordingly. Donnie sat and ate as the other furs chatted, he could tell this table was a lively place. After eating quietly for a while, Donnie began to join in and realized that he'd really enjoy it at Des-Berfo.
Besides, he was trying desperately to keep Derrick's naked body out of his mind.
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Donnie crashed into his bed, finishing over two hours of first day homework in one sitting. As Donnie lay there in naught but his fur, his mind ventured back to the dream again and again. Slowly Donnie drifted off to an uneasy sleep, his last thoughts of the day of his newest best friend in the shower...
Donnie stood in the shower, gelling his fur again, insuring not to miss an inch, when the curtain exploded and Derrick shot in. They went into a passionate elongated kiss. As the kiss ended, Donnie this time fell to his knees and took Derrick's cock in his muzzle. As it entered, Donnie marveled at the taste of how arousing the smell of it was and of how great it felt to be pleasuring his friend in this way.
Donnie's head bobbed back and forth, his tongue working along the underside and head of Derrick's cock. Derrick grabbed his head, and Donnie stopped bobbing as Derrick began to thrust into Donnie's warm muzzle. Still Donnie's tongue worked the dobie's head and his paws squeezed tightly around his knot. Derrick's thrusts grew faster, harder, more urgent until suddenly, Donnie's mouth was overflowing with dobie seed.
Donnie sat bolt upright in bed. He had dreamt of Derrick again. He looked down at his own cock, and noticed that it was covered in pre. Donnie slowly wrapped a paw around his knot, and the other started working the shaft gently.
"Well I have been a bit stressed lately..." Donnie thought aloud.
Donnie's fingers traced his shaft slowly, paying careful attention to the head as well. Meanwhile, his left paw squeezed and relaxed around his knot rhythmically. Donnie started to pump his shaft with his right paw, bringing his paw up to rub against the sensitive underside of his head. As he got into it, his left paw appeared to have a mind of its own. Instead of squeezing his knot as it should, it covered itself in ample pre, and slid slyly down to Donnie's warm pucker. His index finger traced the hole five times, before cautiously pushing inward. Before long, Donnie's right paw was pumping his shaft and working his head vigorously while he had two fingers from his left paw probing about inside of him. It wasn't long before Donnie started to moan, being pleased at the two most sexual parts of his body. Donnie pulled his fingers in and out, using his paw to simulate being mounted. Donnie's tail instinctively perked up, Donnie's toes clenched and his moaning grew louder. Donnie moaned more and more still, nearly afraid his parents would hear him from upstairs. Donnie's back arched, his tail stiffened, and his muscles tightened. All at once, they released with his cock spurting his seed all over his belly.
Donnie panted heavily, his body shaking from the sheer lust he had been overcome with a moment before. Then Donnie rolled up into a ball, and fell asleep, happy, warm and sticky.