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WARNING: M/M furry goodness here, be warned. I am not liable if you are underage, so don't get caught.

AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter takes place five years after chapter 1, in case the head note date wasn't enough of a clue. ENJOY.

1978

The two blindfolded furs faced each other panting from their strenuous sparring session. The otter spat out blood from the side of his muzzle and shook his head gently to throw off the trickles of perspiration that clung to his fur. Over the course of five years, the three young furs were trained diligently and strictly by the Hashtain Saido master, Jali. In fact, the wizened rabbit never let up on Sidney, Avery and Gabe's training. He forced them to practice so much that they became experts in the new martial art's field over the years.

And so today saw the fifteen year old otter, blindfolded and heaving facing down his best friend, Avery Michaels, also blindfolded and struggling for breath. Both were bleeding freely and exhausted, both tuned their bodies into a fighting stance nonetheless. After all, the first tenant of Hashtain Saido was delivering the most amount of damage in the least amount of time, without mercy and with total resolve. The fighting style borrowed from all over the spectrum, incorporating defensive attacks from Tae Kwon Do, Judo and Jujutsu, and offensive attacks from Krav Maga and military hand to hand combat. The art aimed at damaging pressure points, nerve endings, breaking bones and shattering joints. And so Hashtain Saido's destructive capacity was off the chart for a neo-martial art.

Gabe Hawkins, in all his otter glory, concentrated his hearing as he listened for the quiet movements coming from his jackal opponent. Being blindfolded, the otter was able to exchange his sight to exponentially increase his hearing. This was the second tenant of Hashtain Saido, which made it unusual from all the other martial arts. Hashtain Saido focused not only on delivering outward damage, but also increasing the inward senses. With the sacrifice of one sense, the concentration can be directly focused on another area, causing super-beastlike abilities. Each of the three friends chose to focus their inward training on a different ability and Gabe decided to focus on hearing. And with the gentle whoosh of air from the jackal's foot-paws, the otter was already bounding forward to counter Avery's left knee. Gabe collapsed to the ground and lashed a foot paw out at Avery, bringing him down to the dull blue padding that the pair were sparring on. The otter stomped down roughly with a foot-paw, only to have the jackal roll out of the way and catch the smashing appendage with his paws.

With a grin, a twist and a yelp, the otter came plummeting down to the ground as Avery spun around on the mat and brought a foot paw to Gabe's face. Gabe heard the disruption of air and log rolled off to the side, narrowly missing the oncoming kick as he hopped up and pounced upon the jackal. Avery rolled from the pounce and propped his knee up into the sightless otter's dive, and Gabe took the knee into his gut and with an oomph fell to the mat and groaned. The sounds of the jackal's creaking bones and joints informed Gabe that Avery was getting up and with a quick lash of his foot-paws, tripped the jackal who fell back down again. Avery somersaulted backwards and flipped into a crouch while the otter mirrored his movements with a standard Hashtain Saido ground recovery maneuver. The musky smell of sweat mingled with the acrid metal aroma of blood and hovered about the pair like paparazzi around a pair of prize fighters duking it out for the championship.

Gabe's maw broke into a wide grin as he stepped forward and flipped backwards, bicycle kicking Avery with a resounding crack. The jackal flew backwards into the mat with a pounding head as the otter pounced atop the fallen jet black fur. Dazed and confused, it was all the jackal could do to not pass out, focusing on something other than the pain throbbing in his skull. He could barely feel the otter pounce on top of him, pinning his arms and legs to the mat in a victory grapple. He could hardly feel the sweat and blood that dripped off of Gabe

and splash into his midnight fur.

"One, two and...three!" Gabe shouted out in an exhausted but enthusiastic voice. The otter ripped off his blindfold to grin cheerily at his beaten opponent, before assisting his fallen friend with his own blindfold. The otter's hazel eyes met the jackal's warm crimson eyes, and Gabe couldn't help but feel elated as he stared deep into his friend's inviting ocular pools. "I win!" the merry voice cheered as Avery groaned out beneath him. Suddenly a sharp scent flooded into the jackal's muzzle, behind the sweat and musk, an aroma deep, delicious and delectable. Though Gabe might not know it, his musk was surrounding Avery's sensitive nose causing a hidden longing to stir within the jackal's heart and within the jackal's white cotton pants.

The jackal shifted uncomfortably under the otter, who was oblivious to Avery's steaming neediness and growing iron rod as sweat dripped down from him. Gabe panted out through his grin, his arms barely holding himself up and if Avery had wanted to, he could have broken the otter's weal hold. However, the pair just lay there, lost in each other's eyes, as their muzzles drifted closer and closer together, inching their ways towards mutual contact when...

SLAM "Hey y'all! Finish your sparring session yet?" came a mid tenor voice as a blue spotted, pink Mohawk hyena paraded into the training warehouse. Enter Sidney, professional mood killer.

Gabriel caught his breath and twisted his body into a roll off of his best friend, landing on the padded mat next to him, his heart going a mile a minute.

"What the hell just happened?" Gabe thought to himself as his eyes glanced over to Avery as the jackal grinned back at him. "I..I...I was about to kiss him...my best friend!" The otter wished that the thought of making out with the black jackal would make him sick, but it was quite the opposite. Breathing in the jackal's musk and sweat, Gabe visualized what would have happened if the hyena hadn't interrupted. The otter could feel his pants tightening and his libido screaming for release.

Quickly, Gabe climbed to his feet and rushed pass the blue spotted hyena and sprinted out the dojo door, slamming the metal frame as he tried not to reveal the scarlet blush painted across his face.

Avery jumped up and glanced in the direction that Gabriel had fled, eyes confused and misting, afraid that he might have lost his best friend do to his inaction. It just felt so right to the jackal. The timing seemed perfect for Avery to break the news to Gabe about his sexuality and strong longings he had for the otter. Sidney turned to glance at the slammed door as well, and looked back towards the beleaguered jackal.

"Did I...interrupt something...?" the hyena questioned awkwardly, feeling like Gabe's hasty exit was somehow his fault.

Avery shook his head and sighed. He limped over to the hyena and patted him on the shoulder. "Nah...it wasn't you, man. Nothing for you to worry about."

Sidney raised an eyebrow and shrugged as he headed for the far side of the expansive warehouse dojo. Avery watched Sidney walk away, admiring the hyena's fine ass in the process. The jackal made a mental note to himself that when he publicly outed himself he would have to get a piece of his friend's ass. Of the three friends, only Sidney was openly gay. Gabe didn't have a problem with his friend's sexuality and Avery had hoped against hope that Gabe's open-mindedness might lead to a curiosity for tasting the forbidden fruit. Ever since the jackal had met the otter in the tree all those years ago, he had a strong connection to the once shy otter. A little over a year ago, he had confirmed what that connection was as he browsed through the internet and stumbled upon a whole collection of gay porn. He knew that day, that he wanted Gabe in the way that these male furs wanted their partners.

Unfortunately, summoning the courage to tell your best friend that you want to mate them is a hard thing to do, and Avery carried his burden alone for a long time.

Avery took a deep breath and filled his lungs with the air of resolve as he decided that this was the now or never time. The black jackal nodded to himself as he strode towards the dojo door and tried to track down his best friend. Sidney, meanwhile, did what he always did when he's alone. Stripping out of his clothes, the pierced blue-spotted hyena dove into the dojo pool with nary a sound and swam laps in the heated water.

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Gabe sat on the massive oak branch in the grassy park were the two friends first met. Whenever the otter needed to be alone, this was the place that was the most comfortable. "This branch", Gabe thought as he felt the rough sandpapery bark with his paw, "was where my life turned around. This was where everything changed for me and I met...him". The otters mind drifted toward his best friend as he contemplated the new emotions that had surfaced after years of dormancy. Gabriel like Avery; in fact he enjoyed the jackal's company a lot. Whenever he was near the spirited fur, the otter always felt happy, felt content. But Gabriel had never considered those feelings to be any more than friendship.

The more he thought about his relationship with Avery, the more he realized just how much the jackal had affected his life. Avery was always there. Always ready with a smile with bright warm red eyes that never dimmed. The jackal's enthusiasm and positive attitude and rubbed off on both himself and Sidney and they were both the better for it. Gabe was convinced that the jackal was a godsend. Avery had helped him and Sidney and with their training in Hashtain Saido, they could help others out as well.

And again, Gabriel's thoughts returned to the handsome black jackal with the warm red eyes. The otter imagined his paws running through the sleek midnight fur as soft as expensive velvet. He imagined himself drinking in Avery's aroma as he nuzzled his short muzzle into his friend's chest, tracing the toned muscles that the jackal was beginning to develop with his paw. Gabriel murred to himself as he again felt his arousal expand within his shorts. The otter slipped in a paw in an attempt to fix his member which was slipping out of his sheath, but as soon as his paw grazed his cock, he felt a wave of heat flush through his abdomen and he grinned to himself as he glanced around quickly, convinced no one would be able to see him from his hiding spot.

Gabriel turned his back against the trunk of the tree and placed a foot paw on either side of the thick branch that supported him. With a growing need, he inched off his shorts down to his ankles, and he kicked them off and cursed silently as they fell to the ground seven feet below. His fifteen year old cock throbbed painfully against his boxers, a wet spot of pre already plastered to his unmentionables. The otter ran a paw over his imprisoned cock and moaned out in ecstasy as more pleasure pulsed through his loins and he heated his gut with an electric fire. He pulled his cock up and trapped the tip against the elastic waistband of his cerulean boxers, tracing the tip of his hard-on with a claw, sending more cold shivers through his body.

The otter squeezed the tip of his meat and kneaded the exposed part of the shaft in between his fingers, moaning out quietly. His left paw continued down and fondled his nut-sack through the fabric, squeezing and rolling the orbs in his paw as he closed his eyes and imagined it was his friend delivering the administrations of his cock. Gabriel whimpered and pressed back against the tree trunk, as he slipped his right paw inside his boxers to fondle the base of his shaft, sending waves of bliss through his craving body. The otter slipped the boxers off, careful not to let them drift down to join his shorts on the loamy ground as he admired his rigid seven inch pink cock that jutted out in front of him.

Moaning out lightly, Gabriel rubbed his otterhood slowly as he sucked on a couple of his digits, pretending that he was giving head to the jackal's length. He could visualize Avery grabbing him by the back of the head and slamming that juicy spire of flesh down his throat, spraying his stomach with ample amount of cum. The otter moaned around his fingers as he bobbed up and down on them and continued to paw faster and faster, feeling the burning in his loins spread like a wildfire through his lower abdomen as he bucked his hips wildly into his pounding paw. He slipped the fingers from his maw and as he did so a string of saliva connected to them from his lips. He twirled it around his soaked fingers, breaking it free as he slowed down his pawing and slid down the tree trunk, getting better access to his tail hole. He reached down in between his legs with his lubed paw and spread his maw juices around the outside of his pucker, flinching from the foreign feeling that tickled. Slowly, he slid the first knuckle of his index finger into his tailstar, adjusting to the invading digit. "What the hell is all the hype about?" Gabriel pondered as he didn't get any great pleasure from his invading finger.

His question was answered as he accidently slid the majority of his index finger into his ass, striking his prostate rather hard and sending a gush of pre from his hardened member. The otter yipped out in surprise as he tenderly massaged his prostate with his index finger and almost feinted from the constant waves of bliss that pulsed from his loins. It felt like someone had lubed up his ass with a milkshake, the frigid sensation that rushed through his lower body and scaled his spine. Not holding back on his volume, Gabriel whimpered loudly as he slid his second finger in, imagining that Avery's slick member was penetrating his virgin tailhole.

"Oh...oh god..." Gabriel panted as he continued to stroke his shaft with his right paw, and finger himself with his left. "Mmmph," the otter grunted bucking his hips into his paw as he shoved the full length of both fingers into his ass, striking the prostate together. The sudden surge rushed through his balls, tightening them up and then triggered his orgasm. Spooge shot out from his cock in powerful squirts that covered his face and upper chest.

The otter panted and leaned back, pulling out his left paw from his ass as he wiped some of his cum off of his chin and licked it, sampling the flavor.

"Mmmm, salty and a little sweet. Not bad at all." The otter glanced down to the ground searching for where his shorts went to as he pulled up the boxers that were at his ankles. "Where the hell are my shorts?" Gabriel wondered.

The otter twisted back around to discover his missing shorts suspended on a protruding branch, less than a foot away from his face. Gabriel yipped out in surprise and swerved his head this way and that, but didn't see anyone nearby. Gulping down some air to calm down, he pulled on his shorts and hopped down from the oak branch, searching for the fur who had been eavesdropping on his alone time, but again, there was no one in sight. Unnerved, the otter made is way home, hoping that whoever had been present wouldn't spread the secret of what he had been doing.

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Stephen Koontz leaned back precariously in the rickety old bar-chair, not letting his features waver from his stony facade. He glanced down at the Ace of Spades and the King of Diamonds in his paw and smiled inwardly, already preparing a mental marching band for his triumph. The German Shepherd to the right of the table glanced uneasily at the gray mouse, unable to read the expression the rodent was bearing. The canine glanced down at his own cards, uncertain of what suit to lead, less the shark or the mouse trump him and take the lead. James Welles, the German Shepherd, flicked his eyes up across the table at his partner, but the squirrel let no facial sign of acknowledgement either. The canine shook his head and sighed. Sometimes, it felt like he was playing against three opponents instead of two. Stephen, the grey mouse, picked a card from the two in his own paw and laid it on the table, ready to play.

The canine smirked at the rodent's arrogance, thinking he knew what suit that Welles was going to lead with. The dog would show him! He picked a random suit and was about to play it when it occurred to him. If the mouse had only spades left then that would make sense as to why he would get ready to play a card, unaware of the suit. So, the canine figured, the mouse would be playing the highest spade he had. Welles had only one option. He played his other card, the seven of spades, and hoped against hope that his partner, the squirrel Cajin Denia, had the Ace of Spades that had yet to be played. The shark to his right, Dean King, broke his stony façade with a grin as he laid down the Jack of Diamonds. Cajin tossed a rather half-hearted two of spades and started taking out his wallet as Stephen played the winning card, the Ace of Spades. With a groan from Welles and a shrug from the squirrel, the shark stood up.

"That's game, folks! And you know what that means." Dean pointed a webbed finger at the squirrel and the canine. "You two got the tab." The shark turned with a jaunty smile towards the counter and let out a overzealous shout. "Hey, Barkeep! Another round for over here!"

As the shark sat back down to finish the cold draft in front of him, the rodent also broke his façade and grinned merrily at the two losers. "Thanks for the beer, guys. I don't see why we don't just bet blowjobs next time. You'll save on money."

The squirrel yawned and plumped up his bushy tail as he spoke out in a soft voice, "That would be because I'm happily engaged to a beautiful chipmunk and Welles over there doesn't want his cover blown in the Fed." With a nudge of the elbow, the squirrel continued, "however, if you two can get him alone and in secret, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to assist you in your "daily endeavors."

The German Shepherd blushed crimson as he shot back at his longtime friend and former BlackOps squad mate. "Who was it that raised his tail for that frisky little dingo back in Syndey, hmm? Or the threesome with the fox twins in Denver? Or how about..."

"Enough" Cajin hissed as he tried to hide his own blush by downing the newly arrived lager. He pointed the bottle at the chuckling canine as he slurred out, "that was a long time ago, and it was only to get information for our missions. My sexual escapades were necessary to ensure the success of our objective."

Welles snorted some of his nectar out through his noise, causing several heads to turn and look in their direction. "But you can't deny that you liked it right?"

The squirrel buried his head into his tail, knowing that his canine friend knew just how much the engaged fur liked to be topped. There were a lot of lonely nights when they were still in the military. Dean slapped the embarrassed squirrel on the back, letting out a serrated grin.

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Don't worry Cajin. If ever your new lovely wife doesn't put out, you can always drop by our place and help us with our "endeavors". What do ya say, Stevie?"

The mouse leered and dropped his battered seat back into place as he leaned against the table. "Just like old times, Dean. I still remember how wild our canine friend got when he topped, eh?" The rodent flashed Welles a wink, which did nothing to remove the blush from the tan highlight in his fur coat. "Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask ya, Welles. What's the Bureau got you assigned on now?"

The canine glanced across room to make sure none of the other bar patrons was getting a little too friendly with their ears. "Well, actually, its one of the reasons I've wanted to talk to y'all about."

Dean, Stephen and Cajin leaned closer, giving the canine his full attention. Welles had called his three former squad-mates here under the guise of catching up on old times, but they knew better. They knew who he worked for and what his specialty was.

The canine's eyes drifted from one set of riveted eyes to the next. "I'm working a top secret assignment and received permission to bring you all aboard if you so wish. I can't say any more unless you agree to be involved."

Stephen and Dean exchanged glances and nodded and the shark spoke for both of them. "Of course we'll help you. You don't even have to ask."

The squirrel nodded as well. "We're brothers in arms, mate. We stick together, no matter what. Closer than mates, thicker than water and stronger than steel. That was our creed right? We would always look out for each other. You can count me in as well."

Dean and Stephen nodded as well.

Welles closed his eyes and sighed. "Very well. I'm going to have to ask a lot from you, over the next few decades. You will have to sacrifice a lot, but it's for the good of this nation and the protection of the innocent. Okay, listen up...this is my assignment."

As the canine muttered quietly to his brothers in arms, the three furs leaned closer and listened intently, not knowing that the gears of fate were already set in motion, and that all four of them were intricate parts of fate's design, among others.

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Gabriel closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Every part of his body was exhausted and drained from the sparring session earlier that day. Not too mention the new crisis weighing heavily on his soul. He was pretty sure he was gay, and that he had a strong sexual attraction towards his best friend. After the pawing session on the tree branch, the otter kept thinking it over and over and the more he thought, the more he realized just how much he liked the black furred jackal.

With a deep longing sigh the otter rolled onto his side, wrapping his arms around a pillow and wishing he was cuddling with Avery; wishing that the jackal would wrap his arms around the otter and never let him go.

A click came from his window and at first the otter thought nothing of it. Then a repetition of clicks came from the window. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

Gabe slid out of bed and flipped on the light "What is that mysterious clicking noise?" the otter mused to himself as he went to the window. Gabriel fell backwards as his heart nearly burst from his chest, all thanks due to Avery, perched on the roof outside the window.

The otter rushed to the window and pushed it up as the jackal rolled into the room. Gabriel was astounded and voiced his opinion as much. "What are you doing h-mpf" the otter decreed as he was muzzled by a fierce kiss from the jackal. It was small and not very long, but it took the otter's breath away. After a few seconds the jackal broke away and pushed the otter back onto the bed.

"Shut up and listen. There's something I need to tell you and if I don't say it now, I'm afraid I'll lose the courage and never be able to tell you." Gabe watched with bated breath as the jackal began his speech.

"Ever since we first met, I was attracted to you. I didn't know how strong my feelings were unit just over a year ago. But now I can't see myself without you. You're in my dreams, my daydreams and in my mind. I can't see myself without you and if you don't like me the same way I completely understand and if now you don't want anything more to do with me, then I'll leave you alone, but I..."

Gabe stood up and wrapped his arms around Avery, feeling his heartbeat and the softness of his fur. "Shut up," the otter said, "and kiss me."

Avery's heart nearly leapt to his throat and he leaned in awkwardly forward to kiss the otter. Gabriel grabbed the jackal's head in both paws and leant forward, muzzle locking his best friend. For a while, not a sound was made. Silence reigned supreme as the two pining friends found each and initiated an act that would make them more than friends. The otter's paws roamed over Avery's tight green t-shirt, tracing the muscles through the fabric as their kiss continued. Avery's arms went around the otter and pulled him in, deepening their kiss they shared their feelings via a physical outlet. Avery's tongue tapped at the entrance to Gabriel's maw, and the otter was more than happy to open up and let the sly tongue in. The otter could feel the ribbon of flesh explore the moist wet cavern and he met the intrusion with one of his own, letting his tongue caress Avery's. As the two tongues began their waltz, the two furs were also getting into a heated passionate dance.

Avery's paws slipped under Gabriel's shirt and caressed his back fur, exploring the intricate curves of the otter's back as Gabe's paws made their way to jackal's front and began peeling off his best friend's clothing. Their passionate kiss was broken as Avery helped Gabriel to lift off the shirt, exposing the toned definition of the jackal's chest.

With a glint of mischief glinting in the bright red eyes, the jackal let out a growl and pounced the otter, carrying them both to the bed. Gabe giggled as Avery pinned him down to the mattress, huffing along his throat as he let out little licks and nibbles on the otter's neck. The jackal grinded his pants into the otter's hips as he continued to nibble on the otter's throat, causing Gabe to squeak out in helpless bliss. Gabe's paws scritched Avery's back fur, leaving slight furrows as he bucked his hips into the jackal's crotch.

Avery smiled as he looked into Gabe's eyes. "Horny are we?" The otter was breathless so he could only nod. "Didn't get enough at the tree?" the jackal asked.

Gabe cast him a glance that asked, "That was you?"

The jackal grinned again and nodded as he climbed forward and started nibbling on Gabe's right ear, causing the otter to moan out in ecstasy.

"Let's get this shirt off, shall we?" Avery prompted as the otter giggled again. The two furs managed to discard the shirt from the otter's back. Afterwards, the jackal sat back on his haunches and stared at the otter before him.

"What?" Gabriel asked sheepishly.

"Just admiring the view" the jackal replied as he dove back down on top of the otter, silencing him with a passionate kiss. And the two fell asleep together, snuggling and content, the best of friends.