Route 70
It was a day just like any other day; exactly how these types of days begin.
The alarm clock screamed and hollered before being thoroughly shut up, only to continue its incessant wailing 9 minutes after the snooze button was engaged. Pre-sun darkness flooded the teenaged coyote's dismal sleeping quarters in a futile attempt to wake him up. A loud yawn, a loud stretch-induced growl, and a string of incomprehensible grumbling marked that the boy had finally awoken.
6:00am. Friday. It seemed a crime, one he was obliged to commit every week for the past 2 years, and will continuing committing for the next 5. As Rain (the aforementioned coyote) drudged through bleak inkiness to his door clad only in briefs and a shirt, he dreamt of happier days back in elementary school; he would wake up at least an hour before he needed to head to class, simply because he wasn't tired anymore and Mr. Sun gave such a cheery disposition for the day. Alas, Middle School a.k.a. Junior High a.k.a. Educational Purgatory spoke of darker morns. He was already in 7th grade and starting 2nd semester, and was thankful for such a gracious halfway point, and that this chapter of his life was only 3 grades long.
This was a time of bullies of the most malicious kind. Back in grade school his foes did only things to annoy, and looking back it was a laughable occasion (despite the rupturing of his young mind, but that healed); but grades 6-8.... there was nothing funny about this. One individual made for a particularly difficult experience: a badger named Rude (short for Rudolph). An 8th grader that stood nearly 6'2" and covered in an intimidating suit of toned muscle, and felt no shame in displaying his horrific strength and confidence in whichever way possible. If he could find something to pick on you about, he would do it (the real problem is he's not a complete moron, so his bark and his bite are equally deadly).
After remembering that awful place he was to arrive at in 45 minutes - and who would be waiting there for him - Rain sighed and stepped into a full blast of steaming hot water to cover his young golden body (it's not uncommon for his thoughts to escape the physical, thus letting it run on automatic whilst he ponders, it's led to many shocking outcomes in the past). He was only 13 and had a problem with severe self-consciousness, but his body had a tendency to shine and strut when not covered. His short-furred coat shone brilliantly, topped with a ash-blonde head fur that swung to his shoulders and a bit further in the back (he greatly enjoyed braiding it with his sisters when he could). His body was slightly slender, but thanks to the vast adventuring he would do in the canyon in his backyard he could boast a proud muscular build, just right for someone his age. A paw reached down to cradle his newly formed ballsac, nestled right beneath a sheath that had grown plumper through the year. He'd never been able to compare himself to others, since he was the baby boy of the family (his brothers having already left for college and what not) and simply became more conscious of himself to not change or bathe with his father like when he was tyke.
He only had a few moments to enjoy the warmth of the shower before called upon to get out by a sister only a year younger than he (and recently attending the same school). He grumbled and relinquished the heavenly spray to his more youthful sibling, quickly wrapping a towel about his waist and hastening to his room for clothes. A fantasy-pictured t-shirt over a dark-colored turtleneck, and for pants he grabbed some cargo jeans and his favorite hiking boots. In a matter of minutes he was downstairs and idly gulping down cereal as a mother placed a 2 paper bag lunches on the table, one for Rain and the other for the sister soon to join in hip-hugging blue jeans, sandals, and a sweater 2 sizes to big over a foresty turtleneck (let's name her.... Dawn).
Continually silent, continually pondering, Rain walked with his little sister to the bus stop amidst few remaining wisps of morning mist along the ground. Bright brown eyes framed in ash blonde bangs looked up at her older brother, frowning and glaze-eyed as always. Dark chocolate irises soon shifted to reply to the peppy ones, and not a single word was spoken or sound made, but Rain gave a faint smile to her, as Dawn returned the cheeriness 10 fold. Rain looked up a bit; smiling softly as he awaits the bus, grateful for the empathy he and his sister share, it certainly made for easier conversations and fewer squabbles.
It appeared around the corner of the suburbs, the short urine yellow bus made from a mold that had outlived its usefulness many a year ago (and yet it remained in use). It came to a squeaky stop in front of their house (so oddly placed that it'd be a waste to use a full sized bus) and the door gave way to allow them entrance. Inside a chubby polar bear worked the steering wheel, his belly poking out from between the hem of his uniform and waist of his trousers. This was one of those large, fat people that made the extra weight look beautiful (for not all of it was blubberous lard), and kept the stereotype of plump, cheerful blokes alive, many just appropriately called him "Papa Bear". The top of his head showed signs of balding, but from the ears down he had sleek bushy hair, formed to a beard that reached the middle of his chest, all donned in a delightful sugary white. Pleasant blue eyes welcomed them aboard to join the other 3 children on Route 70.
One was a kitsune (Japanese fox, for those that don't know, whom is deaf), another was a massive crocodile that couldn't speak all too well (word has it he's from Australia, so it's another exchange student), and finally there sat a cougar from the opposite end of the street that the coyotes lived on (he was blind). Rain and Dawn took their seats, the brother resting his head against the window as the sun began to peak above the eastern horizon.
A half hour passed and the school came in sight, a classic box-like building that nothing more noteworthy about it the school before it or the next. It was a purely public place of education, so it was comprised of teachers from all sorts of species and backgrounds, all paid to teach a strict curriculum regardless their objections or ambitions. All the large buses had swept through already, and a few students who walked from home showed up. Rain stepped out right after Dawn, the younger coyote dashing off immediately (as she bid her big brother a farewell) to meet with her small gaggle of friends, leaving him to be alone with his thoughts once more.
His locker looked like it was covered in some type of thin moss, and had a strange rust smell to it, but it suited his few needs adequately. A flick of the wrist to the right, to the left, and to the right again gained admittance through his combination lock, opening the tall green hatch and retrieving a textbook from within. Nary a warning prepared him for his locker to close, but it did, and as he glanced up there was Rude, his elbow leaning against the closed door.
"Hello Rude," Rain said passively, pretty sure nothing was going to happen in the few minutes before 1st class began.
"Hello indeed," smirked the badger, one paw on his hip, his t-shirt stretched by ghastly muscles beneath, even so much as to show the very bottom of his abdomen and nipples, showing well defined muscles trailing into his pants (which were low-cut, by the way), "Beautiful day, isn't it? Although it's a damn shame: I was so distracted by how beautiful a day it was that I completely forgot to eat breakfast. I do say, Rain, would you be so kind as to offer up a meager trifle for your terrestrial brethren?"
The coyote stared at his locker the entire time, pulling his leather satchel in front of him and drawing out his sacked lunch, Rude 'politely' snatching it. "Thanks, good chum, you're an inspiration to us all." Rain said nothing, merely closing his sack and walking away without a word; he knew that should he deny any "donation" he'd have to eat his lunch from a straw. The passerby in the hall gave him hardly a glance, like shadows merely drifting along; or maybe he was the drifting shadow? He rolled this about in his mind a bit on his way to class, along with the plan to use his allowance to purchase some lunch when it became needed.
1st period: History. A hateful class indeed. He enjoyed tales and histories of subjects and cultures that interested him, but not a faltered, biased view that only sought to pit on political/ethnic party/group against one another. 2nd period: math. Easy stuff, he'd ace the class if he wasn't marked down for not showing his work, not keeping his binder in the expected order, and not turning in take-home assignments (a disturbed teacher whom thought that the 4 hours of class and 8 hours of homework he went through in college should reflect on his teenaged students). 3rd period: English. One of his favorite teachers, an exuberant elderly dolphin from Hawai'i, half a century old, filled with wisdom, and the ambitious force of a radical from the 60's; he knew her spirit would never die (the only problem was having to read the books that depicted a country on war and poverty, not the most enticing literature to read, but the teacher's fins were tied). At long last: lunch, that slightly uplifting part of the day where the prospect of sugary goodness came into mind.
The lines for the cafeteria grew like weeds on Miracle-Grow. Rain kept his distant for the time being, allowing for the time of feasting to carry on until the lines seemed to dwindle down far enough for waiting in it to see reasonable. It really didn't take that long, just needed patience with a growling stomach. Time went on and Rain sat down beneath one of the trees outside to enjoy the 2 corndogs, cookie, and soda he purchased. One of the benefits to being in a public school was that there were a number of brand name foods to choose from, so it made for some decent lunches. But as stated earlier, this was a day that begun like every other day, meaning it won't end the same.
A large, hulking shadow towered over him, he felt a slight pang of annoyance while staring at the first half-eaten corndog in his paw. He then glanced up, and found that instead of the figure being black, gray, and white, it was rather green. There stood the crocodile on the bus, holding a (proportionally) small sack lunch in his large scaled paw, hooded sweater stretching across his massive frame and faded jeans belted to his waist. He was easily bigger than Rude and was just as intimidating...until you saw his face, which had an almost naive look to it. He pointed to the spot next to Rain with a curious claw; the coyote seemed slightly confused, but nodded and scooted over. The croc's entire face smiled as he turned his massive body, a tail the size of a tree trunk gracefully swinging about and tucking around his lap whilst he sat. It felt hard to really be scared of him; he had such a warm aura for a cold-blooded giant.
They remained in silence for a minute or two, Rain pulling the remains of the hotdog off of the stick while the croc chomped into a foot long sub, making Rain jump a foot in the air at the sudden display of teeth ripping off a quarter of the sandwich. The coyote was jarred from his seat and leaning off to the side a bit; the croc quickly realized he'd spooked one of the few people who actually let him be close. He frowned slightly, trying to keep his mouth closed while taking small nibbles of his sandwich. Rain, for the first time in a long while, felt foolish for being so easily scared, thusly bringing unneeded guilt to his lunching associate. He took his second corndog and opened his maw wide, baring sharp canine teeth and snapping his jaws shut around he corndog, tearing it in half and ripping it from the stick. The croc looked on in curiosity as Rain then smiled up to him, chewing on the bulk of food in his mouth. The Australian grinned, receiving the friendly signal from the coyote; in an impressive show of dagger like teeth, his muzzle opened like a hatch, taking in the remainder of the sub sandwich, and with a single chomp it was gone, left to be chewed and ground up inside his maw. Rain smiled big and gave a silent applaud, the croc's cheeks showing just the faintest sign of blush as he took a sip from his juice.
Their lunched thoroughly ingested and in the process to be digested for nutrients and sugars, Rain and the crocodile settled down from their excitement of exaggerated eating. Rain then, in an amazing feat of self-confidence and extroversion (both of which very uncommon for him) he held out a paw to the crocodile. "Name's Rain," he said simply. The crocodile peered on in astonishment, then smiling (he looked on the verge of tears) as his massive clawed paw took such care in shaking the coyote's. After doing so he reached into a pocket on his belt and pulled out what looked like a Palm Pilot; Rain perked his ears as the reptile began writing on it using a claw, then an electronic voice spoke softly. "My name's Graham," said the small handheld device, "My vocal cords don't work, so I use this to speak." Rain seemed awed to some extend, then smiling softly, "Cool," he replied simply.
Then the bell rang to tell the student body that it was time to return to class. At this Rain and Graham stood, the coyote scooping up his belongings and giving a wave to the croc, whom suddenly wrapped his tree-branch sized arms around the small canine and brought him into a tight hug. Rain's eyes went wide; not so much that he was being crushed to death - in fact the reptile had great control of his strength and the hug was quite tender - it's the undeniable fact that someone other than a family member was hugging him (not so much someone outside his family, but another guy). He gave the croc a half-hug and a pat on the back (as far as he could reach, that is) in return, unsure exactly how to react to this. Graham let go, and acted like this was a normal occurrence to hug another guy in plain sight everyone. Rain then smiled wearily back to him and waved again, turning to retreat to his science class.
Throughout the lecturing the teacher gave Rain continued thinking about Graham, how it had been a year and a half of riding on the same route and never interacting with him once. Their first encounter and he'd already shot across the emotional spectrum and back again, and finally ending in severe confusion at the hug. It felt nice, being completely surrounded by all those muscles, he felt safe. It was also nice knowing he wasn't the only loner throughout the whole school (even his sister had more friends than he). Class ended and it was off to art, something he actually enjoyed.
There sat the kitsune from the bus, right where she always was, wearing a deep purple t-shirt and khaki capris. They hardly ever spoke to each other, both being introverted to a fault. He came to his seat and she looked up acknowledging that he was there, moving her backpack so he would have a place to sit. In the center of the table (one of 3) there posed a still life of an orange, apples, grapes, and a pineapple (why the teacher chose a pineapple is anyone's guess). At the front of the class stood the petite wolf, with a voice as caring as a mother bear and just as strong (Rain was certain that she and his English teacher had to be related in some way, even though they obviously weren't).
The class began in mediocrity, Rain taking out a large sheet of drawing paper and some charcoal to begin his sketching. The kitsune next to him took up pencils and quickly made outlines of the fruit. Today being the peculiar day that it was, Rain's attention slid to her nimble wrists and fingers, lines silhouetting the still life so elegantly. He found himself staring just slightly as she worked, his charcoal resting between his index and thumb. She then stopped and glanced up; the corners of their eyes meeting and they both looked away, both blushing for having been spotted. Rain focused more on his art and she on hers, sketching in silence as classmates around them chattered and gossiped. Her sketch finished before Rain's, and as such she rose to get paints and brushes (he kept to his charcoals).
He just shaded the orange, so was time to continue to the grapes (the pineapple is what he feared). Unbeknownst to him, the kitsune had a small pallet of paint and a few brushes in her grasp as she watched silently whilst he created the charcoal still life. He perked his ears and looked over his shoulder, and soon the corner of his eye caught the full of hers. She blushed brightly (for this time only she was peeking) and sat quickly, readying her paints for the task ahead. A somewhat awkward silence befell them both, completely tuned out from the ruckus encompassing their bubble. He then turned to her, and gave a warm reserved smile. She looked up, her cheeks rosy, unsure why he was smiling at her. He knew she was deaf, and knew maybe 2 or 3 viable words in sign language aside from the alphabet. So he turned to her, feeling oddly extroverted once again and pointed to himself (Me/I), then tapped the crossed edges of his index and middle fingers held together (name), then spelled out his name, R-A-I-N.
The kitsune simply looked at him, then held a paw to her muzzle and giggle quietly. She held up her paws and spoke in a soft voice, "Your sign is atrocious," every word signed out with her nimble fingers, and ended with a warm smile, "You can talk normally if you like, I can read lips." Rain blushed and rubbed the back of his head, so easily foiled in his attempt to be friendly...but it was alright, she seemed to find it cute rather than offensive. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Rain, my name is Sakura," she spoke-sign. The teacher called it time to clean up, so they did so, and smiled to each other once more before heading out the door. Now was time for gym, something Rain felt no immediate hate nor immediate passion for. It hurt to run as often as they did, but there was no homework, so it evened out pretty well.
The locker room smelt eternally of a sweat potpourri and "ass", the latter at least one boy always called out so the whole room could hear. Rain kept his eyes to himself as he changed from his casual attire to the ugly shorts and shirt that was mandatory to wear to every class. The lockers were aligned so that it was similar to the arrangement in halls, 'cept closer together and a single bench running down the center. One more wash-aspect of P.E. was that it was the last period of the day (and the prospect of the weekend made it a lighter burden to bear), but he shared it with Rude. The coach bellowed out for everyone to get their scrawny asses out on the field, for they were running that day.
The sky was checkered with clouds, a cool, gentle breeze on occasion, and some 40 boys (a rough estimate, probably more) treading at their own paces around the football field a few times. Rude lead the entirety of the group, and finished at the quickest time (the coach's personal favorite; come to think of it, he was a bit of a golden boy, ironically enough); Rain finished after the fastest and before the slowest, and felt exhausted afterwards. The coach bellowed to "hit the showers", letting the ones that ran their laps to leave early, and the stragglers to stay behind.
Rain took his time to return to the locker room, his muzzle pointed to the sky as he watched clouds drift, replaying memories of the day. First, there was Graham at lunch, then Sakura during art; he'd made more friends in this one day then he had throughout his previous 7 and a half years of school (and not just 1, but 2!). He smiled warmly, looking up to the trees and sky, his pace becoming lighter, thanking whatever deity that smiled upon he that so desperately sought friends, but never had the courage to look for. He wasn't sure why this day was so special, though. Graham was a bit of a surprise, but Sakura just blew him away, since he had sat next to her for a whole semester and they never so much looked at each other. Could it have been chance alone that Graham came to sit with Rain, which gave him a bit more confidence to befriend Sakura? He would never know the reason, but in all honesty, does it really matter?
Boys began to exit the locker room fully clothed as Rain walked to his own locker to retrieve a towel (he didn't bother using shampoo or whatever, seemed easier to just get a nice rinse down). He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it into storage and pulled out a white regulation towel, wrapping it around his waist and carefully slipping both shorts and undies off his legs, getting that familiar self-conscious feeling back, even though he couldn't be seen. He tread over to the showers and look in warily, finding only a handful of remaining boys, some of which were already leaving, and some - like him - were trying to hide themselves.
A single shower stall was all he needed, turning the hot and cold to get a spray of water, so unlike the delightful sanctuary of the shower back home. A minute or two was all he dared before turning it off and returning to his locker. He only touched the combination lock before a shocking draft blew over his spontaneously naked haunches. His face burned bright red as his paws covered his crotch and he hunched over with his tail tucked between his legs, ears splayed.
"I seem to have forgotten my towel, may I borrow yours?" came the dark, foreboding voice of Rude. Rain glanced over his shoulder fearfully as he crouched low to the ground, trying to shrink away from the villainous smirk. Rude reached down and looped his paws quickly under the coyote's arms and locked him in a half-nelson, lifting him from the ground with ease, the coyote exposed as his legs give a slight kick as he give a slight whimper. Rude tossed him up a bit and caught him under the armpits and looked at him, Rain petrified in fear as he was held with such ease by the badger; it was at this time that he realized he wasn't the only one without clothes. Rain forced his curious eyes to not wander past the towel-slung shoulders of the badger, but found it a futile effort. He looked, and discovered a towel wrapped around his waist after all; he sighed relief in his mind, until Rude spoke again, that is.
"If I didn't know better, I could've sworn you were going to peek at my junk," the bully teased with a coy tone and matching smile. Rain could only gaze back at the badger, his head already in the clouds in hopes that he could oppress enough of this to remain sane. Rude simply grinned, kicking at a nearby locker that had been jammed shut some time ago, apparently all it needed was a good smack to open it. "I do hope you enjoy your stay," Rude mused before quickly stuffing Rain into the locker; before the coyote had a chance to respond, the door slammed on his nose (the coyote yipping in pain). The only light left was whatever slipped through the slits on the door, but soon even that was gone, and Rain was left in total darkness and a sore schnoz. His mind went into an idle panic, pushing against the door to open, but alas it didn't budge.
What to do now? No one would be around until Monday, he'd be stuck all weekend! He sniffed and stared through the darkness, feeling small tears well up in the corners of his eyes; his mind began to wander, his only defense against anything unpleasant. His body began to go limp, but remained standing. This lasted a second or two before he was snapped back to his senses by a paw tracing along his side that was not his own. His heart began to beat faster, for someone else had been trapped in this locker!
He dared not speak, only gasp as the paw cupped around his sheath, causing a severe shiver to shoot through his body. A hot breath was on his ear, speaking softly, soothingly. "I'm hear to help," was all it said, a voice he did not recognize, even his sense of scent was faltered by the mix of stronger odors and musks than his assailant, the only thing he could distinguish was that this was a feline of some kind.
A moan escaped his lips as his sheath began to swell, the paw worked so diligently, fondling and rolling his adolescent balls about, his own paws against the door for support. He spread his legs, giving into the sensations he felt, panting softly as his young, pink pecker slid from its fuzzy confines, sticking erect in the air, about 5.5 inches and throbbing.
The cat behind him whispered again, "My name's Night. What's yours?" His paw groped and squeezed the coyote's sheath, slowly sliding from the fur and over his pulsing length. "Rah-Rain..." he moaned, thrusting his hips into the wonderful paw pleasuring him so. His mind was all a flutter, his body tingling with ecstasy, having never been pleasured like this before. He tried to lean back against the cat, pre dribbling from his erection and onto the cat's paw, but was then bent forward, his tail - wagging the whole time - lifted for the cat. He then gasp as he spread his legs, feeling something hard and slick press against his tailhole. He was completely unaware of what was happening, only that whatever this was, it felt good.
Soon the feline's rigid member, causing Rain to muffle a scream, spread his virgin pucker wide. He felt helpless in the sensations, and yet didn't want it to stop. The cat loosened his grip on the now knotted coyote cock, thrusting his hips quickly into Rain's backend. He gave out a yelp as he was hilted, his bowels skewered and pinned by the cat-boy's barbs, sending new confusing emotions through him. He held inside of him for a short while, hips bucking back and forth as hot barbs tugged at his insides. Rain felt ready to blow his first load ever, but held back for reasons he couldn't understand. The coyote pressed his body against the door, moaning as his virgin anus received such a thorough pounding. The feline's lithe chest held close to Rain's back, both paws reaching around in front as one paw grasped the shaft, and the other squeezed around the knot at the base.
Pre spilled over the cat's paws and from the coyote's tailhole; their combined musks so powerful, so potent. He'd sat through Sex-Ed in science class before, but didn't think his young body was capable of producing this much pre-semen. His young ballsac clenched and twitched, like his orgasm peaked but didn't, as if it skipped the climax completely and went right into rebuilding it. Bellowing moans escaped both their maws, echoing within the confines of the locker. The cat's barbs tugged so painfully it felt good pulled quickly from his tailhole, leaving it to ache and close up.
Rain whimpered from the sudden lack of meat inside him, and the soft air on his exposed back after the feline let go of him; but then felt Night crawl through his spread legs, turning around as he sat beneath the coyote. Looking down through the darkness, he could only see a very faint outline of the cat's muzzle only an inch from his throbbing boy-hood, whiskers tickling it as the length and knot throbbed, plucking exciting trills from his throat. Suddenly, a rough tongue began licking up the pre, oh, what a sensation!
Rain's knees buckled as he braced against the back wall, keeping himself up as the feline's talented tongue lashed around the tip, hot breath bathing the quivering meat. His ballsac screamed for release, but both he and cat somehow knew that the tension would be relieved soon, but patience must be practiced first. What now? The cat opened his mouth and begins to swallow the coyote's rigid length! The tongue grinding against it, the fangs raking so lovingly over it, the steamy wetness bathing it; all almost too much to handle, his hips thrust, gulping and biting his lower lip. His 'orgasm' 'peaks' again, his throat opening up for a soft howl as the cat's muzzle bobbed quickly on the swollen pillar of young meat. He pants and gasps each time Night's lips touch his knot, that delightful combed tongue sending shivers up his spine.
Night rises to his feet, his paws on the canine's shoulders, slowly lifting himself up and pushing the canine lower. Rain feels a paw aiming his knotted erection straight up, what's happening? The cat's body is pressed close to his, the throbbing erection pulsing against soft tummy fur as he slides down, sitting himself on the very tip of Rain's hardon.
A gasp escapes the lips of both as the coyote thrusts up, spreading the fellow virgin's puckered flesh in a single movement, quickly sliding into him until his knot sits at the feline's anal ring. A paw slides down Night's chest, taking hold of his barbed stick and squeezing it as he did before. His fingers coax across it, knowing this needs to be done, invoking a loud gasp from the feline's lips. He pulls back and thrusts up again, this time his young knot spreads the anus wider and ties into it, but no climax peaked from either. Night whines as he's opened to his limit, leaning back against the locker door, the coyote pressing closer with one paw pumping his rigid kitty-cock; his legs spread and wedge his ankles into the wall behind Rain, gasping for air with every thrust. Their hips slap together each time Rain hilts, pre spilling over his paw with combined sounds of erotic ecstasy.
They sit there in the darkness, Rain making quick jabs into the cat as he's tied, as was done before to his own tailhole, the cat groaning as his spiky hardon throbs and leaks into the coyote's paw. Both are racked with intense pleasure, feeling their awarenesses melding as Rain quickly pulls his knot and length completely from the cat, setting him back down on his feet. The coyote is not finished yet; he crouches and licks with a velvety tongue across the barbed length (any pain in his nose long forgotten), causing the cat to mew in need, stroking his thighs as the musk intoxicates them both. Rain opens his maw and swallows he dripping cock, suckling upon it as it presses into his mouth, lavishing the hot meat in smooth licks. He bobs his muzzle softly, feeling Night's orgasm grow nearer and nearer. The cushion of his canine tongue caresses about the feline's hot barbs, drinking down the pre as his lips keep a tight seal around his young girth. Night thrusts his hips with intensity, his paws on the back of the coyote's head. The very tip of his length tapping the edge of Rain's throat at every hilt.
The coyote pulls from Night's shaft as he kneels in front of the coyote; they bring their muzzles together in a passionate kiss, chests close as they stood on their knees. Both sets of paws grab hold of the other's throbbing adolscent penis, stroking and squeezing it, pointing it at their owns chests as they hump into the other's paws. Their bodies press tightly together, tongues wrestling and locked. This was the moment they awaited; this was the finalization of what they worked to. Teenaged bodies racked in unbelievable pleasure, long ago having given up control of their actions to sensations they couldn't hope to comprehend. Every touch, every thrust, none of it their own doing; but such a concern was trivial.
The climax is reached, both releasing at the exact instant, spewing forth their first orgasms onto one another. Lithe builds spasmed and humped, barbs and knot grinding heatedly together in the amateur eroticism. They hug tightly, cocks spasming into the stomach fur of the other, coating tummies in young cream. Rain suddenly sees a world thought only existed in his imagination, and there stood Night - the cougar that shared Bus Route 70 - looking back. It only happened for a split second before the twilight of the afterglow settled, sending both to sit apart from each other, panting deeply. Neither was sure what just happened, or for how long they were doing this. They remained silent, and in darkness, trying to decipher if this was a dream or not.
Suddenly, a light! It's coming from beyond the door, someone must be outside! Dazed and confused, the coyote perks his ears and looks up, groaning as he mustered what little traces of energy remained to pound on the door. Night perked his ears as well, reaching a fist behind him and joining in the noise making as best he could. Then it went dark again as the remaining energy left him, but this time silence came with it.
A soft light shone on the other side of his eyelids, familiarity rushed up and comforted him as he sank into the pillow of his own bed, covers pulled up to his chin. For a second, Rain thought it another day, and suddenly realized that he was late for school! He jolted awake, gasping loud into the sunlit room, his sister standing just off to the side of his bed. He smile wide and set the bowl of water and towel on a nightstand.
"Rain! You're awake!" she squealed in delight. He could only look on in bewilderment, then finally spoke out, "What day is it?" Dawn giggled again sat on the edge of the bed.
"Saturday. Papa Bear found you in the boy's shower knocked out with a nasty bruise on your nose. He told Mom and Dad that a bully had punched you out after everyone else left gym, then left you laying on the floor with a shower on," she then stood and clapped her hands once, "I'm gonna go get Mom, she'll want to know you're awake!" She spun and bound out of the room. But he hadn't been punch out...
He rubbed his eyes and looked about, then found a folded piece of paper sitting on his night stand, "Rain" was written in script on the front. His stared at it, and picked it up, tearing the small sticker on it and flipping it open.
"Rain-
Night is okay, I brought him home after you and gave his parents the same story about a bully and the showers. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret safe, and I'm sure Night will, too. This is something I haven't seen since I was a cub, but it's a ritual that natives used among young men to create a spiritual link, or so the legend goes. I can't say exactly the reason why this has happened, but it's got to be important. Anyway, have a nice weekend, I look forward to seeing you on Monday.
-Papa Bear"
He set the letter down as his mother walked in, throwing her arms around him, as any worried mother might. He hugged her back, assuring that he was alright. He tossed about what the old bear had written to him, reading the letter again when he got the chance. He looked out the window, the canyon outside seemed to beckon to him for a day of hiking and exploring. He smiled, tossing the covers and pulling on some clothes to go outside to feel this new, brighter day.