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There is an inherent problem with the bushiness of fox tails and Christian was normally quite proud of how thick and soft he kept his. The trouble came after long runs, especially long runs during an out-of-season heat wave in spring, at a university that did not turn the air conditioner on until summer. His tail, usually light and fluffy that practically floats behind him, was flat and heavy, mopping a trail to the locker room door. The white tip, now greyed with grime, twitched feebly as Christian stepped off the synthetic rubber track and on to the equally synthetic wood that covered the floor between the track and the locker room. Normally the gym was packed, but he was able to walk right through the basketball courts. Normally the court would have at least one of the university team members practicing. He was quite thankful the courts were empties so he did not have to walk along the perimeter.

Christian, stumbling the last few feet to the door, slumped against the cold door. For a second he paused, pressing his cheek to the cold metal. He wrapped his fingers around the chrome handle and braced his other paw on the outside of the pinkish tan frame and pulled. Reinforced metal doors in a gym, near playing courts where any number of balls could damage a wooden one, is generally a good idea. However, it meant the door was heavy. With a huff, Christian opened the door a crack, large enough to slip inside. He was hit by the sudden contradiction of cold air and hot, humid steam. "Someone left the showers on again," he groaned.

The door, heavy from the unequal pressure between climate control and the heat box of the indoor gym shut firmly behind Christian, allowing him barely enough time to make it through the gap safely. But he did, not that he had the awareness to realize how close his pride and joy came to losing, or severely damaging, the now graphite gray tip.

Just like the gym, the locker room was quiet. The normal percussive clanging of opening and closing lockers was on break along with most of the students. Christian continued his stiff shuffle down the rows. When he came to the final row of steel blue lockers facing the shower room, his shuffle stopped. He sniffed, his long black muzzle and black ears suddenly at attention. It took a few seconds for his eyes to come into focus. The scent was fresh and strong, smelling of young rabbit. A freshman rabbit, he could only hope. Christian walked slowly, eyes clouded by the thought of a young, fresh rabbit. A rabbit with one of those cute diamond shaped fluff above their ass, perfect for stalking and pouncing.

The sound of metal rattling brought Christian from his realm of imagination and scent. One of the steel blue lockers was open, very close to Christian's own. In front was a shirtless, speckled rabbit. He didn't look up, but Christian took in the sight, from the slight overhang of belly to the full diamond fluff over what looked to be a pleasingly cushioned rear. Christian proceeded toward his locker, losing the shuffle. His tail still hung mostly limp behind him, but was no longer mopping a trail on the floor. He came to a stop beside the rabbit. "What are the chances?" he commented, opening his own locker coincidentally just one over from the rabbit.

The gray splotched shoulders rose and dropped in what Christian decided was a shrug. "I pick this locker 'cause it's the same number as my one from high school," the shirtless rabbit responded, softly with a slight mumble.

'Shy and definitely a freshman,' Christian thought pulling a towel out of the locker.

The fox sat down on the small wooden bench. He eyed the slight curviness of the rabbit's torso, dipping into the black shorts. 'Definite possibilities,' Christian thought, rubbing the towel around his tail. The only problem with dealing with "shy" and "freshman" was getting the conversation to a sweet spot, a spot that produces both results without frightening them off or allowing conversation to just fizzle. He liked to think he was more than good. The year before, despite only being a year above, he managed a number of shy freshmen, male and female. "Seen you around," Christian started, punctuating the lie by pulling his shirt off, "Surprised you didn't run home with all the other first-years."

Christian pulled the plaster orange school t-shirt over his head and caught the rabbit looking at him. "Freshman? Yeah, how'd you know?" the rabbit asked.

The fox tapped his black nose with a finger. "Few years of practice. You also still remember your high school locker," he laughed, leaning back slightly.

A minute passed. Christian sat still until the rabbit shrugged and turned back to his locker. He allowed himself a quick sniff. The rabbit's scent had changed slightly from before they had started their interaction. A distinctive sweet odor of nervousness fanned off his target. He rocked forward and propelled himself off the bench, the towel forgotten and discarded on the cold tile floor. "So, what's your name?" Christian asked, paws dropping to untie his nylon shorts.

The rabbit glanced quickly at Christian's waist and darted quickly up forcing Christian to compose his smirk. "I'm Seth. Couldn't go anywhere because of practice."

"I'm Christian, and I just had too much school work to do."

Christian turned back to his locker and allowed his nylon shorts to fall to the floor. He kicked them off with a swift flick of his ankles. Keeping his eyes on his locker, Christian searched peripherally for any movement from Seth, a flick of ears, the glint of shifting eyes, the snap of a quick move of the neck. He rummaged at the bottom of his locker, bending over slightly, his tail, dried, but still disheveled rising as well. Figuring he'd given the rabbit enough of a chance to look, Christian pulled out his shower towel.

Sitting back down, Christian kicked off his running shoes catching the faint glint of pink in Seth's cheeks and a nervous twitch of one of his nearly foot tall ears. "So, Seth, what are you practicing for?"

"Soccer, intramurals, though," he answered, keeping his body turned away from Christian.

"Ah, for fun, then. I used to run for the team, now I just run for fun. What position do you play?"

"Right, defense. Only really good at getting in the way of the ball," Seth responded, his paws twitching around the waist of his own shorts.

Christian draped his towel in his lap knowing soon enough Seth would realize that he couldn't avoid continuing to undress without appearing awkward. "Well isn't that what they're supposed to do?" Christian replied. He'd played soccer back when he was small, without knowing much about the game.

"That includes accidentally brushing the ball with my ears on the way out of bounds."

Christian allowed a chuckle. Seth's head bent downward and the slight crimson color grew in his cheeks. Then Seth breathed in deeply and Christian leaned back further, knowing what was to come. The short nylon shorts fell and Christian welcomed the close encounter with Seth's puff tail and bare ass. That is not to say that Seth wasn't wearing underwear. Christian could barely see the white waistband that circled the freshman's waist and came up the rounded globes of the rabbit's rear. 'A jockstrap,' Christian thought, brushing a paw over the towel in his lap.

Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, Seth turned, practically trapping Christian muzzle to supported groin. It was pink, with purple polka dots. Christian bit his lip, eyes wide, nose twitching. 'It touched, right?' he wondered. A mix of salty sweat and spicy arousal smacked his nose with a hammer. "Oh, sorry," Seth quickly apologized, backing away from Christian, "I stumbled."

Christian quickly looked down and saw Seth's shorts hanging on to the end of one of his characteristically large rabbit feet. "It's fine, after three years here I've had far worse in front of my muzzle and few better," Christian laughed, trailing off to a whisper, trying to catch Seth's eyes, for a wink or something else just as flirty.

Seth bent down to grab a towel, giving Christian another eye full of rabbit rear. "Quite a choice, a brave choice."

The rabbit quaked violently and quickly turned to the side. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone else to be here and not used to wearing... these... things," Seth's voice trailed off toward the end, turning his face away from Christian.

"You couldn't find something a little less... gay?" Christian laughed.

"So? It's not like there's anything bad about... being gay," Seth's voice trailed off again, and only Christian's highly tuned sense of hearing picked up the end, "Besides! You're one to talk with you black lace panties!"

"Knew you looked," Christian smirked, sliding the towel off his crotch. "They give me the support I like, feel good, and the guys all know anyway."

The black lace highlighted the splashes of white fur and the ruby of Christian's emerging arousal, the dance between them highly affecting him. Spring break always sucked for nailing new or old prey. Christian hoped the display would be enough of an invitation for Seth. He observed the freshman's twitchiness, eyes darting up and down, tall ears swiveling, and the gray furred bridge of his nose wrinkling and unwrinkling. Still, Seth said nothing. "I meant what I said," Christian started experimentally, leaning forward on the bench, "I've seen a great many things here that have led to a great many other things."

Seth turned back to Christian, a blush still reddening his speckled cheeks. Christian grabbed onto either side of Seth's hips and pulled the blushing freshman forward, pressing the jock covered bulge into his muzzle. He was confronted with the musky scent of sweat, a mix of nervousness and fear, and that hot smell of arousal. 'Bingo,' Christian thought as he rubbed Seth's bulge along his muzzle and cheek, slowly snaking his hands around the curve and rise of the rabbit's squishy rump.

"Um, Chris, um," Seth stammered, his ears collapsing like his legs wanted to, but he caught himself on Christian's shoulders.

Christian rose, leaving behind a polka dotted bulge that throbbed and slowly expanded. With the wiggle of a hip, he turned and stripped off his panties giving the rabbit a view of his rear. "I'm going to go take a shower," he said, stepping over the bench and out of the panties.

"Yep, definitely one of the better things," Christian said quietly, but loud enough that Seth could hear.

Seth remained motionless as Christian trotted off with his tail raised high, leaving the pink and purple polka dotted cup grossly tented.

The shower room was one of the things Christian loathed and loved. Rather than the open space with rows of shower heads and no privacy, there were rows of private stalls with two sets of curtains. So rather than an open shower performance leading to shower room orgy, he could still leave the curtain slightly open to show off and maybe entice some private fun from a frustrated student. This time, as he stepped into the mini-changing room, he left the first curtain open, and even the second, betting on Seth following and no one else coming.

He turned the water onto hot and water fizzled then sprayed from the slightly calcified chrome spout. Christian started to go through the motions, rubbing at his fur and then using the dispenser provided shower gel. The soap was nothing special, but good enough to serve Christian's exhibitionist purpose though not even denting his normal bathing routine. He'd need a separate bag for the different soaps and conditioners, but he used the showers at the gym for sweat control and his own voyeuristic and exhibitionistic enjoyment. As his soapy paws dipped to his waist and thighs, Christian's mind went to the squishy rump he had held moments before. Between the memory of the texture and Seth's sudden reveal, Christian had more than enough to see himself behind the younger student, pouncing and hopefully claiming the shy, naive freshman's virginity. Virginity was a bonus, but not a requirement, of course.

"Excuse me," a voice cracked through the rising steam and Christian's fantasy.

Christian heard the sound of a second shower going and saw Seth standing outside the first curtain. "You forgot your towel," Seth said, voice barely above a whisper and barely above the sound of two showers running.

Seth's eyes were focused to the side, clearly averted from Christian who still had a hand wrapped around his erection. "Thanks," Christian said with a nod, removing his hand from his member.

Christian stepped from the shower and reached out a paw. Seth made to hand him the towel, but the fox quickly grabbed him by the wrist. The freshman quickly found himself sitting down hard on the bench with Christian's muzzle pressed into his crotch again. Without a second thought, Christian pulled on down the front of Seth's jock and took the rabbit's member into his muzzle. After a few swipes of his tongue, a few bobs of his head, and a few well-placed gropes Christian was rewarded with the quickened pulse and breathing, the sign of a good quick blowjob. A few seconds later the familiar warmth and unfamiliar taste of the result his skills filled his belly. His muzzle cocked in a satisfied grin, a smirk of success as he stood back up, sliding his still firm member up to Seth's stubby muzzle.

Seth leapt up, bouncing like his namesake out onto the other side of the open curtain. "I got to go," he mumbled quickly, "Seeyouaroundbye."

With that the freshman darted off, not to the other shower, but in the direction of the lockers. Christian sighed and stepped back into the shower. Far from disappointed, Christian licked his lips and proceeded to relieve himself with more than just fantasy. 'Sometimes they just take some work,' Christian reminded himself.

He was quite pleased to find a handwritten note when he got back to his locker, placed delicately on top of his now folded work-out panties.

"Tomorrow, 6PM, soccer field."

Sometimes it took a blow job or two to trap his prey, an acceptable and enjoyable lure.

-

When Christian arrived at the soccer field the next day, the sun was already blocked by the western line of trees that ran the length of the field. He walked right onto the field without breaking stride, toward the lone figure sitting on a black and white ball near one of the net-less goals. Christian stuffed his hands into his jeans as he approach the hunched over rabbit from behind. 'No sense in being shy,' he thought.

As Christian approached Seth from behind, he grabbed onto both of the long ears and ground his crotch into the back of his head. The freshman let out a startled shrill screech and leapt up, the foot long ears running through Christian's loose grip. "I'm not late, am I?" Christian asked as Seth turned around.

"No," Seth said, shaking his head and rapidly rubbing the length of his ears, "We ended practice at 5, I just wanted a little more."

Christian practically leapt the few feet and cupped Seth's groin through the nylon fabric. His eyes lit up as Seth blushed and shivered, but smiled. "You didn't go for a run?" he asked, backing away from Christian's touch.

The fox shrugged, wiggling his digits and processing the information, while it wasn't hard, it wasn't soft. Christian shoved his paws into his pockets and to adjust his own not-yet-hard crotch. "Not really, jogged all the way out here, though. Guess your ears must be real sensitive, like mine," Christian answered, running a finger along his own ear with a shiver, just for emphasis.

This soccer field was just a practice, free to use field, and was a ways away from the gymnasium and locker rooms. "I was hoping to ask you for a bit of a run..." Seth whimpered.

"That's fine," Christian said and started undoing his jeans.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Seth asked, looking around.

"Can't run in these, too confining. Don't worry, I won't be naked or anything."

He let the pants drop to the grass and stepped out of them. Seth's blush deepened. "Those don't look like work out panties."

Christian grinned and ran a finger along the band of a tight Lycra spandex thong. "I keep panties for work outs, unless you'd prefer them," he smirked, catching an additional eye twitch from the freshman. "So what's this run you wanted to do?"

Seth turned away from Christian, paws dropping to his own slowly forming bulge. "Just around the perimeter."

The fox started walking to one of the white perimeter lines. "Race or just a run?"

"Race," Seth stated, jogging to catch up with the upperclassman.

They lined up next to each other, Christian outside the line and Seth inside. "3-2-1 work?" Christian asked, cracking his neck and stretching a bit.

"Yeah."

Christian's tail twitched behind him, Seth's ears followed suit and he brushed his paw over them. "Ready?" Seth asked, looking at the fox beside him.

Christian nodded. "3-2-1-go!"

They both broke out into a run at the same time. When Christian looked up, Seth was already turning the first corner. The fox kept his pace, and by the time he reached the second corner for the next long stretch he was neck and neck with Seth. Seconds later, Seth was behind him, still running, but not with the quick speed of his initial sprint. By the time Christian had reached the mid-field marker, where they had started, Seth was only rounding the third corner. Christian turned and waited, his chest rising and falling from the exertion, but far from out of breath. Seth wasn't quite heaving when he reached the end, but he bent over a bit and spit into the grass. "You okay? Thought you did this regularly."

Seth reoriented himself, standing back up. With a deep breath he replied in a still breathless huff, "No, not... really, intramurals only use... half the field."

Christian jogged over to the soccer ball and picked it up. "Shall we go in?" he asked, slinging his jeans over his shoulder.

"Su... sure," Seth answered, stumbling a bit toward him.

Christian caught the stumbling Seth. Their ears were about the same height, which made Seth, without ears, nearly a foot shorter. This forced Christian to wrap an arm around the freshman's back and hooked his hand under his armpit.

The locker room was again deserted. Seth sat down heavily on the bench by the same place the pair had met the day before. "Sure you okay?" Christian asked, putting the ball on the floor and his jeans on the bench next to Seth.

"I should be, think I pulled something," Seth answered, rubbing his inner thigh.

Christian knelt down, one brow raised, and ran a paw underneath where Seth was rubbing. "Here?"

"Yeah."

"Should've stretched a bit after sitting on the ball, especially before taking off like that."

Seth looked down at the fox between his legs. "It's... the one thing I'm good at. Short distance.

The freshman's breathing had calmed down. Christian palmed Seth's inner thigh and gently applied pressure, clenching and unclenching his fingers. "Here," Christian said, reaching for Seth's waistband, "Let's get these off, you have to shower anyway."

Divulged of the nylon shorts, Christian went back to rubbing the spot on Seth's inner thigh. A glance up, he saw the rabbit's head back and eyes closed. He turned his focus back to the inner thigh, his fingers just out of reach of Seth's crotch. Today, Seth's crotch was covered in rainbow stripes. Christian started to massage the slightly doughy thigh in circles, so he could brush against the colorful package. A few minutes went by and Seth was still bracing himself against the bench, head back, and he decided to drop the pretense. Christian ran his palm up along the inside of Seth's thigh and grabbed the rainbow bulge. Seth shook with a start, whipping his head forward with force enough that Christian felt the long rabbit ears graze his own. "Just trying to take your mind off of things," Christian spoke with a slight giggle, leaning his head closer and closer to Seth's groin.

Like the day before, Christian rubbed the younger student's crotch with his muzzle and his cheek, breathing in the smell of the youthful sweat and musk. Seth gasped when Christian once again pulled down his underwear, barely managing to last as long in Christian's muzzle as yesterday. Christian pulled away, swallowing and licking his lips. Once again, Seth was breathing heavily. "So why'd you want to race?" he asked, rising to his feet.

"I wanted to see how good you were," Seth answered, gradually settling his breathing down.

Christian looked down at the rabbit, cocking his head to the side. Seth met his eyes and answered the unasked question, "Because I want you on the team."

The junior laughed. "I've not played soccer since I learned how to masturbate," Christian smirked, "And that was quite early."

"You'd be good! You can run midfielder, on one of the wings."

"That would be a commitment I don't know if I want," Christian answered, placing his hands on his hips and slightly pressing his tented groin forward a bit.

"You'll think about it, won't you?" Seth asked, quickly standing up, his jockstrap sliding back into place over his sheath.

Christian had to catch Seth as the rabbit's leg gave out. With a sigh, Christian answered, "I'll think about it."

"Then think about it," Seth said, pressing into Christian's tented thong. "Tell me tomorrow night."

Standing on his own, Seth pulled a card and pushed it into Christian's black waistband. Without saying another word the freshman rabbit headed for the showers, with no obvious signs of limp. "Don't need any help?" Christian asked.

"I got it, you must've rubbed it out," Seth replied with a wave over his shoulder.

Christian was left by the locker with a card sticking out of his now damp and tented thong. "Fuck," Christian grunted under his breath, sticking a paw down his front to retrieve the card and adjust himself.

Twice now, he had gotten the younger, smaller rabbit off, and twice now he was left to sort out his own problem. The card had the address of a club on it, about a mile off campus. Christian groped himself firmly, sighing slightly. Still, tomorrow night would be the night, definitely. Even if he had to lie about joining the soccer team to get the action he wanted. A club would be easy enough to get the freshman into bed, with or without a trick or lie.

-

The club was dark, lit with overhead and wall sconces with red bulbs. There was a bar in the center lit in bright incandescent and blue light. It was also fairly quiet. The music, several levels lower than the few other clubs Christian had been in, almost covered up by conversations. Christian idly twirled the wristband around his wrist. He stood with his back against the wall facing the entrance, watching a hulking wolf check IDs and collect the cover. Times like this, he wished he wore a watch, or wore something where he could fit a phone. There were no clocks visible in the club. Apparently this is one of those places where the establishment wanted the patrons to lose track of time in their booze. This was not a place Christian was used to. He looked around at the groups, couples, and singles. There were a lot of sharp teeth near more flat and rounded ones. One surprising lack was foxes. The few thick tails he had seen so far belonged to skunks or squirrels. For some reason, he felt like he was being stared at by more than a couple bigger beasts and not too many of his preferred types, the small and submissive ones.

Christian moved to pull at his collar, only to be reminded that his deep V-neck t-shirt could not possibly be strangling him. This wasn't his scene. Sure, the setting was clearly gay with the number of male couples and lack of females, but he preferred more controllable circumstances. There were too many variables here, too easy to get picked up in less than ideal situations. Far too many of the patrons were bigger than him, stronger than him, with sharper claws, sharper teeth. He didn't like the eyes of other hunters on him.

Someone was coming. Christian saw someone pushing through a crowd of big cats to his right, coming for him, or at least towards him, someone who was not Seth. As casually as he could, Christian straightened up and began to walk toward the center bar, with slow deliberate steps, all his flight instincts egging his legs further apart into a bigger stride. He squeezed in among a crowd of dark, drunk creatures, and pressed up against the counter. It was tight, pressed against the bar, surrounded by strangers, but at least the strangers weren't paying attention to him, not hunting him. He rubbed his neck, unable to shake the feeling of eyes on him, the feeling he grew accustomed to with older brothers at home. Leaning over the counter he caught sight of the bartender, a cacomistle with a striped tail as long as Christian's was bushy. It took several minutes for Christian to catch the bartender's attention, several more minutes before he asked him for an order. "Vodka lemon, please, extra lemon."

Drink in paw, bills in the cacomistle's, Christian slowly sidestepped, keeping his stomach pressed into the bar. He moved this way clear around the bar to the other side of room, brushing around and over many grateful laps. Christian took a couple of sips of the bitter tang of his drink. Ice clinked in the tumbler glass as he snaked through the bodies. "He's giving me that ass tonight," Christian grunted under his breath, taking a spot near the entrance hall.

"And here I was hoping to have yours," a voice replied and a large body appeared between Christian and the entrance.

Christian looked up, he had to, and the voice was a good head or two taller. A panther, as black, or blue, as the shadowy blue edges nearer the bar towered above him. He was probably a whole half fox broader, too. "Don't see many foxes in here, used to be tons, but guess we chased them all away." The panther smiled wide, showing rows of sharp teeth that reflected the red light in the most monstrous way possible.

Black fur shimmered in the light, at least the fur that wasn't covered in the small sleeveless tee or black jeans. Christian wondered if he could even fit his teeth around the panther's upper arm, let alone his hands. "Don't be frightened little guy," the panther laughed.

Christian realized he had shifted into his long forgotten youngest sibling submissive pose, knees locked, tail limp, and ears flat. He shook his ears outs and broadened his stance. "Sorry, I'm waiting for someone," Christian replied, flatly, taking a long drink.

The panther moved a little closer, leaning against the wall with his shoulder completely blocking Christian's view of the semi-steady flow of new clubbers entering with his large, sleek bicep. "You a student? We get a lot of you in here," he said with another wide toothy grin.

Christian's glass gurgled as he sucked the last of the bitter burning drink, punctuating the end of the panther's voice. 'This is a club? What kind of club can you carry a fucking conversation on in anyway?' Christian glowered to himself.

"It was, uh, nice talking to you," Christian replied steadily, eyes closing as he pushed off the wall with a roll of his feet, "but I need a new drink."

The panther slid up beside Christian as the fox started to walk away. "I was on the way to get a drink when I saw you, so I still need one," he explained, keeping easily within Christian's stride, hardly a surprise with the size of his legs.

Christian's eyes drifted nervously down as the, assumedly, well-toned legs of his unwanted companion, and could not miss the bulge of his crotch between the long, well-muscled legs. 'Definitely a top, and likely a great one,' Christian thought, feeling his crotch start to burn. He reacted before his ears had a chance to droop again, forcing the black tipped ears into rigid points. As they approached the rim of bodies circling the ball, Christian felt the unwelcomed weight of the panther's arm and hand drifting down his back. The fox gritted his teeth. 'Where's that bunny,' he thought as they easily moved through the crowd. Strange enough, the crowd appeared almost to part as they approached. Despite Christian's wishes that the crowd would separate them, the crowd only reformed around them, pushing him closer and tighter to the large, muscular panther. Surprisingly, the bartender greeted them, well the panther, almost immediately. "What you having Tret?"

"Give the little guy here what he was having before and give me..." the panther, Tret, paused looking around the various draft beer handles, "Whatever strong ale you have on tap."

The empty glass in Christian's grasp was replaced with a larger one, including a wedge of lemon. Tret delicately drank from a bell glass filled with a dark, muddy amber liquid. No cards or cash were exchanged, and Christian was quickly shuffled back to a corner of the room by the big arm of his companion. Christian observed the look of satisfaction on Tret's muzzle, his attention fixed on his ale. Following the panther's example, Christian sniffed his drink, the bigger glass and lemon wedge was different. He sniffed at it. It smelled different. He dipped his tongue for a taste. It tasted the same, but different. The burn was more warming than burning, the bitterness slightly sweet. Tret laughed loudly, his body fixed between Christian and the rest of the room. "Come here enough, make friendly with the 'tender, you get special treatment," Tret grinned another toothy smile, slowly moving closer to Christian.

Christian sipped more of the drink, it was stronger, too. He glared at where he imagined the bartender would be behind the black bulk of Tret. Stronger, bigger, higher class, everything about this drink was good, except the strings attached. This drink was a dead-end in a maze, and only a miracle would allow him to escape the approaching, hungry panther, and ending in a night bent over, underneath the heavy muscled bulk of Tret. A miracle soon wrapped an arm around Tret's waist. "Been keeping him safe for me?"

Seth appeared from Tret's side, ears shining in the dim light. "Know him?" Tret asked his arm slinking around the comically small rabbit's back.

"That depends on if he's on my team," Seth giggled, reaching up on tiptoes to give Tret's cheek a nibble, his eyes locking on Christian's, the stubby muzzle cocked in a smile.

"You play soccer? I never mess with any of Seth's team members," Tret said, looking down at him as Seth wrapped himself around the side of Tret's large body, "or they'd be unable to run."

They both looked at Christian. The fox just stood there, mouth gaping open. Clearly this rabbit couldn't be Seth. Not the embarrassed, shy freshman who had only just received his first blowjob, and a second! Christian shifted his eyes up and down, from small and boyish rabbit face to the strong, big muscular panther face. He quickly weighed his options. By joining the soccer team he lets Seth win, by not joining he lets Tret win, neither outcome allowed him a win. There was no way he could come out on top. His eyes continued to flick nervously to and fro, ears and tail drooping as they did before and in his early days when he was chastised or picked on by his elder siblings. A soft high pitch rumble came from Seth, almost comfortingly, and he moved from Tret to Christian, embracing the fox. "It'll be a lot of fun," he whispered upward into Christian's collapsed ears.

The shorter rabbit hung off Christian, pulling the fox's head closer and whisper even quieter in his ear, "Besides, you rather I take you in the dark room than Tret."

Seth turned his head, almost knowingly to Tret, who stood there big, bulky, and definitely of equal stature sexually. Christian looked up and almost shrank into Seth's arms his tail drooped even further to twitch in between his legs. The panther grinned widely, showing off the short, white daggers. "What time is practice tomorrow?" Christian asked his voice soft and meek and a little higher pitched.

"We can talk over here," Seth said, pulling Christian along as they stepped around the hulking Tret.

Then they were in a room gleaming in a red ambient light. The room was small with just a leather armchair and a little love seat. Christian found himself sitting on the loveseat, barely managing to land without spilling his drink. He looked up and saw Seth towering over him, long ears wreathed in the red glow of the lights. While the club was unusually quiet, the room was downright silent. "Much easier to talk in here," Seth spoke, his muzzle arching into toothy grin.

"Is it?" Christian asked his ears still flat against his head.

"Sure," Seth answered, sliding closer, "I believe we were talking about your position."

The younger rabbit slid down nearly on top of Christian. "I think you'd make a fine mid-field," Seth continued, placing a firm paw on Christian's knee, "I've already seen you on the offensive, let's see how you do on the defensive."

Christian mewled and closed his eyes. He felt his legs pulled onto Seth's shoulders and fingers fumbling and rubbing around his zipper. Those fingers rounded his rear, hovering slightly by Seth's shoulders and his pants were sliding down his thighs. Just as slowly, Christian's deep purple thong followed, his arousal almost disappearing, camouflaged by the red light. Christian chanced a glance down and saw the rabbit fumbling with something out of sight. Seth pushed up, making the older fox squeak. Christian gritted his teeth and Seth chuckled lightly. Not much was going through Christian's mind, not much could at this point. He was certain, though, were their positions reversed, he would be doing the same thing. Christian shook slightly, feeling the warmth from Seth's arousal near his entrance. Eyes closed so tight they hurt, all he could see flashes of light in his self-imposed darkness.

Warmth flooded his groin, but Seth held firm. Christian just waited immobile, expecting the shocking thrust. Then he felt the warmth move up sliding against his own. "Don't worry, we'll return there tomorrow," Christian heard Seth say with an almost reassuring tone.

Christian opened his eyes, but couldn't move his head to look at Seth. Teeth bit into his neck. The shock, the pain, and the pleasure made Christian wrap his legs and arms around the freshman. Seth sucked and nibbled on his neck. The teeth may not be sharp, but they were still strong. Eventually, Seth pulled away, sliding down the taller fox's body. Christian groaned and gripped the cushion as Seth began to return the pleasure he had received twice over the past few days from the fox.

When it was over, Christian was shaken from his post-orgasm stupor by firm hands and once again he found himself with a muzzle filled with the rabbit. This time he was not in control, Seth guided Christian over his arousal. Seth used his leverage to thrust into Christian's mouth, grunting and grinding his teeth all the while. As Seth reached the edge, he grabbed tight to Christian's ears and buried himself. Christian coughed and gagged, but still swallowed.

Seth rearranged his clothes and took Christian's drink. He swirled a mouthful in his mouth then downed the rest. "See you tomorrow at 3," he said as he turned and left the room, leaving Christian behind to put himself back together.

The fox remained motionless until his mind came back. "At least it was better than that panther," he said, to no one, "Probably."

-

This time, when Christian entered the locker room, it was far from empty, the other team members milled around the rows of lockers loitering and changing. Still, the last row of lockers was untouched except for Seth. When the freshman saw Christian turn the corner he beamed widely. For a second, Christian was taken back to that image of the innocent, naive freshman bunny, until he remembered the night before. Those earlier coincidences were also cast in the red and blue glow of suspicion. Christian approached his regular locker and began changing. "Here," Seth said, handing him a pile of clothing.

There was the yellow team jersey and black nylon shorts. Beneath the shorts was white lace and spandex. Christian examine it closely, it had the lacy crotch of his "work-out" panties, but the straps and support of a jock. "What's this for?"

"I know you like lace, but you really should wear something with support," Seth grinned, reaching a paw between the speechless Christian's legs.

Out on the field with the team, Christian was forced to admit that they did feel real good, kept everything in place, and produced a nice lump in the nylon shorts. The lump was likely a mixture of the supporting cup and a bit of arousal from the fabric. After a couple of practice drills, Christian noticed many of the large canines and cats on the team had similar lumps. For most of practice they spent catching Christian up, getting to fox to the point he could run and dribble, for the most part. He had his fair of spills, tripping over the ball, tripping on his own feet, and once failing to keep balance with his tail. During a break, Christian was approached by a wolf.

"Christian, right?" he asked, standing in front of the fox.

He stood a bit taller than Christian, probably half way between Christian and Tret from last night. "That's right," Christian answered.

"Will, we were in the same bio class," he said.

Christian thought back to his one and only biology class. That had been freshman year and there were only a handful of freshman. Will certainly was not one of them, making him a senior. He looked over at Seth who was discussing something with a lion. Will whispered, "Did Seth make you join?"

Christian turned back to the wolf, blushing heavily. "He's trouble, he caught half the team, probably all the same way," Will continued, "Did it involve a threatening, bigger guy?"

The black tipped ears bobbed with Christian's nod. He turned back to Seth, just in time to see the rabbit quickly grab the lion's crotch and slap his rump. It was then Seth who called everyone to practice. Christian quickly came to realize that Seth, while a freshman, was making all the calls and decisions. They only headed to the showers at Seth's decree, only Christian had to stay behind. "You can keep going, run a lap with the ball," Seth said.

"Please?" he added quickly, putting on that shy, naive facade that had snared Christian.

Christian shrugged and took off on a lap around the field. Seth had Christian run another lap, and another, keeping the fox running and dribbling until he made a lap without tripping. The locker room was empty when they got there, the only remnants of the team was the steam and high humidity. While Christian was toweling off the sweat before his shower, Seth laid out a towel, followed by a tube. When Christian noticed, Seth was already naked, looking expectantly at him. The bottle was lube, Christian realized. Seth crossed his arms, his arousal emerging steadily from his sheath. Christian pulled off his clothes, but was stopped when he only had the lace jockstrap. "Leave that on," was all Seth said.

They were quickly in the same position as last night. This time, when Christian felt the heat of Seth's arousal by his entrance he waited, knowing what was to come. Aided by the lube, Seth slid in and immediately started to pound Christian's rump. All Christian could do was hold onto the rabbit with his legs and the bench with his hands. His own erection pressed into Seth's soft rounded belly. Seth came inside, his orgasmic moan muffled into Christian's shoulder as he bit down. The rabbit then rotated Christian on the bench so he was laid out flat, erection pointing toward the ceiling. He gasped as Seth dribbled some cold lube on his member and then the freshman was riding him. Christian did not last long, and to his surprise Seth did not either. Still, regardless of who was in whom, Seth was on top and in control, the sex all on his terms.

Time past and Christian remained on the bench. Seth's cream dried in his fur. He didn't move until well after Seth had left, showered and dressed. Christian's phone buzzed, startling the fox out of his trance. It was from one of his school playmates, a sophomore mouse he regularly met up with. He smiled, ears perking at the future opportunity to reclaim his dominance. A meetup was quickly scheduled, one that wouldn't interfere with soccer.

The next week, with school resuming, they played their first soccer game. They dominated. The team continued to dominate throughout the semester and narrowly lost the championship game. Seth was disappointed, especially in Christian, who had fumbled with the ball a bit too much in the last game. Of course he made his disappointment known. Not in the locker room that was back to being a highly trafficked area, but in the red-lit backroom of the club. "We'll do better next year," Christian stammered, his legs raised up, "I'm sure you'll find some more strong players."

Seth grinned as he bit and sucked on the fox's neck and continued to hammer the soon-to-be senior.