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The sky is clouded, blocking the sun from hitting the smooth pavement and the field of grass. Pollen sweeps throughout the air, tickling and itching the noses of the students of Roadview High as they get in their vehicles to drive home for the evening. Representing the end of the day is the little hand on the three and the big hand facing the twelve. Today, though, marks the beginning of a holiday that's very well appreciated by students and faculty: spring break.

A whole week off school where Freshman could be playing video games, Sophomore might could be lining up at concerts, Juniors are preparing themselves for prom (which is in the next month), and the Seniors are out doing whatever they want, whenever they want. The beauty of it all is the there's never any homework so it means there are no worries.

The last quarter of the school year will begin in two weeks and although it's one of the easiest, it is also the hardest to overcome This is because everyone is waiting for summer break to begin, yet the teachers think it's a good idea to throw in a bunch of major projects to challenge the students. Some students enjoy the challenge, but only the ones with the higher I.Q. Most others find it annoying, some even to the point of wanting to rip their fur out.

What doesn't help is that some students have stuff after school that they tend to do, such as extracurricular activities. Whether it's the chess club, volleyball squad, science club, or the mathletes. As for John McAlister, it is obvious for him: the football team. His large muscles dominate his triceps and biceps. His chest is rock hard with abs lining down his stomach to his sheath. The fox has fur the shade of purple tulips. White covers his abs and stops at his chest. His paws, though, are something people meeting him for the first time would call "cute". Dark blue covers his paws up until his wrists. The paddings are a bright, sky blue. His foot paws mirror his hands. Lastly is the tail; large a fluffy with an aquamarine stripe running around it near the tip and five gold stars lined in his fur throughout the soft, fluffiness.

This is John McAlister. Purple fox, quarterback, and Senior. The only issue, though, is his math grade. His teacher, Mr. York, told him that if he didn't get his grade up soon, then he could fail the class and have to go to summer school. This was something John did not want to go through. He was so close to getting his diploma and going to college on a sports scholarship. Mr. York did, however, give John a few practice worksheets that he may work on during spring break. Math was the last thing he wanted to do during his time off, but he took them anyway, thinking that every bit helps in some way.

He took himself to the bench that sits outside the school on the east wing. It's one of the quietest and serene places in the schoolyard. John thought that he could at least try one of them to see how bad they can be. He takes a seat on top of the bench, feet down on the seats, and unzips his bag to get the worksheets out. The fox digs his favorite pencil out of the side pocket; just a plain one with a football pencil topper. This is going to be hard, he thinks to himself.

Looking at the first problem, it's exactly what they were learning in class: logarithms within functions. The first eight problems deal with graphing them. While the first one was easy, the next couple required some turning gears from John. Come question number five, John was so confused. It was just a bunch of numbers and letters within a math problem. He takes a moment to rub his temples to ease the growing headache. Why can't math be much simpler, he asks himself, like in elementary school? Since when do letters have to do with this stuff?

He tries another crack at it, but it doesn't go so well. By this point, his anger starts to boil. It takes a lot of willpower to not tear up the page and storm off muttering, "Fuck math." John thinks about some of the other confusing parts of Pre-Calculus. Probability is a major one. Why would we ever need to know the odds of picking a blue and red marble out of a bag that has all the colors of the rainbow in it? How is that useful in life? Another thing he has against math is the way is teacher teaches. First off, Mr. York only spend about twenty minutes explaining a subject then dumps a boat load of homework about it that he expects his students to know how to do.

***

The only student that has an A in that class is Cody Blitz, the biggest nerd in school. He's always seen wearing square glasses that rest on his muzzle at the perfect angle. The wolf-slash-husky has milky brown fur with dark chocolate ears and paws. His legs each have a streak of blue running down it and his stomach has blue like blue roses. He's a lot thinner compared to John. Both boys have never really had conversation in the past as there was no reason to. He was a nerd and John was a jock. They don't mix well together in a stereotypical school like Roadview High. They got along though, and that was good.

Cody likes to hang out after school all the time. He's not in a specific club, but he likes to just spend his day in the library whether it's to finish his homework or read something or just to have an excuse to get away from his house. Since his parents recently went through a divorce and mom's a heavy smoker, he doesn't really like to be there when she's fuming. Thus, he always has his head in his school and his grades stay on track.

Today, however, he has plans. He wants to apply to a college in Ohio for a Mathematical degree. His dream in life is to become a math teacher to follow in the footsteps of his favorite teacher and role model, Mr. York. That skunk has been his favorite since Freshman year when he looked after the bowling club before Mrs. Carroway took over.

Cody filled out an application earlier today when he had nothing else better to do. The envelope with all his papers sits in the side of his book bag to be mailed north later today. When all is said and done, he could be going into the next year a college Freshman, which makes him nervous yet excited at the same time.

His phone goes off as he walks out of the building towards the front parking lot. It was a voice mail from his mom. He deletes it. The odds are, it's another one with that strained voice that sounds like she has a frog in her throats. And plus, she's more than likely complaining that he isn't home and how he needs to take care of something for her really quick. Cody puts his phone back in his pocket, letting his ears droop and his tail fall limp towards the ground. The wolf/husky walks slowly southeast, letting his mind ramble around with some random thoughts. Only nine more weeks until the school year is over. He cannot believe that it's almost over. The last four years have been the craziest of his life. Although most of it was spend with his muzzle in the words of a sci-fi novel.

There are a lot of things that Cody has never done that most Seniors might have done. He's never drank alcohol in his life, never put his lips on a cigarette, never overdosed on drugs, and very notably, he's never had sex in his life. Cody has been teased about it before. Other classmates tell him all the time how great intercourse feels and that he needs to get a girlfriend or at least a friend with benefits to get that taken care of pronto. But, he makes excuses. He doesn't want a girlfriend at the moment. If he does, they'll end up getting separated once he goes to college. Most high school relationships don't last very long anyways. On the other hand, he feels a slight pain in his chest sometimes whenever he thinks about the possibility that he could be alone for the rest of his life. That he'll never find that perfect someone to spend his life with.

As Cody turns the corner, the parking lot for the side of the building opens up. Two rows of empty parking spaces sit outside. The wind tossing around shredded blades of grass around from the fresh mowing earlier. By the time Cody sees bits of pollen in the air, it's too late. His sinuses tickle as he accidentally inhales through his nose. "Ah-ah-ahhhchoooo!!!!" he sneezes then sniffles.

"Gesundheit," a foreign voice says. Cody jumps when he hears the masculine voice. On his right is a purple fox with a pencil in his right paw. This fox looks familiar. It's the same pair of bright blue eyes that grow heavy whenever he finishes a football game for the school team.

"Thank you, John," Cody says. "I guess my allergies have been acting up since the snow melted."

"It's fine." John smiles then goes back to whatever he was doing. Cody, being a curious pup, decides to stick around for a second to see what he's doing. Normally, John would be out with his friends drinking booze and dream about getting his fur redone to get more stars on his tail. But for him to be staying after school when it is spring break? Clearly there has to be something on his mind.

Cody sets his bag down when John sighs heavily and bury his eyes in his fists. "Is everything ok?" Cody's voice is barely audible and a bit squeaky.

The fox looks up and says, "Yeah. Yeah, everything's just fine."

"You sure? You seem kind of... frustrated."

"I am. Mr. York said I might fail this semester if I can't get my grades back on track so he gave me these practice worksheets to help me get prepared for the next nine weeks. The only problem is that I have no idea what this stuff is talking about. I'm telling you, Cody, math confuses me. I don't get why they make this stuff harder than it needs to be." John covers his eyes again and rubs them.

Cody takes a look at the sheet the fox was working on. It seems to be mostly consisted of logarithms, probability, and the unit on vectors. This stuff is pretty easy to him. "What if I help you?" Cody proposes. John lifts his head up and perks his ears.

"You would really help me?" The fox's voice is filled with hope. Hope that he could get assistance. John scoots over and pats the spot next to him. Cody climbs up and takes a seat.

"Of course I'll help," Cody says happily. "I don't mind at all. Do you have another pencil?" John reaches into his bag, grabbing a mechanical pencil with a bunch of soccer-balls all over it. "Ok. Let's get started."

***

For the next hour, Cody helps John with the worksheets. For John, it's confusing because he views every problem like some sort of word problem. Then Cody explained a concept that started to make a little sense. "In advanced math, it's basically a bunch of patterns. For example, in the log problems, every single one is the same thing as the base number to the power of the equivalent equals the log number. So for log x of y equals two is another way to say x squared equals y. Make sense?"

John nodded. Then the wolf launches into probability by explaining permutations and combinations and what the difference between the two of them are. All of that topped off with a healthy explanation of how to find the chances of something on something simple such as a wheel.

By the time it is four-thirty, John's legs are getting tired. His feet are beginning to fall asleep. Cody even starts to yawn a little. "Well, it was nice helping you," the little hybrid says. "I should probably get home before my mom freaks out about how I'm not there again." He starts to throw a bag over his shoulder before the fox stops him by placing a paw on his shoulder.

"Hold on," John says. "You just helped me with the most confusing subject in school. I should give you something in return." After all, that's how he was taught to do things: if someone does something for you, you owe them a favor.

"Buy us a meal?" Cody asks.

John smiles. "Sure." The vulpine scrambles to get his stuff back into his bag before he hoists is over his shoulder and the two walk off into the parking lot. John leads Cody to his silver 2016 Chevrolet Corvette where he opens the passenger door for him. Both canines click in their seatbelts before John fires up the engine. He maneuvers his way through the parking lot until he's on Bill Street before turning right towards Main. "So, what sound good to you?"

"Umm... not sure," Cody replies. "Rally's maybe?" John nods. Once he's at the traffic light, he turns right onto Main and heads north towards where most of the fast food places in town are. Cody rolls down his windows a little to let some air in without having to waste gas on the A/C. When John has to stop again because of a red light, he looks over at his study buddy and sees his milky brown fur waving in the wind. His bright smile and shimmering eyes glow in the mid-afternoon sun.

The light changes green, forcing John to stop thinking about Cody for a second so he can focus on the road. At the drive thru, they order a hot dog and soda each. Seeing as how it was going to be a short meal, they decide to eat in the parking lot. John takes the key out of the ignition and lies back, munching on his food and starting out the window. The building next to Rally's is some sort of bank, but he doesn't use that one whatever it is.

Cody sips through his soda fast and sets the empty cup in the cup holder. "Thank you for this," he says as he takes large bite of his hot dog.

"No problem," John answers. He gets his eaten in a few bites, clapping his claws to get any crumbs off of his fur. Putting his paws back on the steering wheel, he asks, "Ready to go back home? I'll gladly take you." When no response comes, he looks over and sees Cody looking out the window with his eyes closed. His head propped up with his right paw and he looks asleep except John can tell he isn't by the way he lets out a sigh. John reaches over when he sees then and carefully rubs Cody's shoulder. "You doing ok?"

The wolf/husky opens his eyes, but keeps them averted from the vulpine. "You ever just... feel afraid?" he asks after a moment of silence.

John returns his paw. "Afraid? Of what?" he calmly asks.

Cody just shrugs. "Being alone for the rest of your life? I mean, sure high school gives us some of the best years of our lives and gives us friends that we could possibly never forget. But... I've never had a significant other once in my entire life. I'm worried one will never happen for me."

John lets go of the steering wheel and lets out a long breath though his nose. "Cody?" The hybrid looks up at the mention of his name. "I understand completely what it's like to be by yourself. When I was in Freshman, things were very tough. Classes were new, the people were different than they were in middle school, and it was much more of a challenge. My mother always told me that I would make it through my first year of high school with no problems because I'm a big boy. However, towards the end of that year..." His eyes grow watery with his chest getting heavier with each word. "... I almost tried to kill myself. You know that bridge off Church Street?" Cody nods. "Well one day, I was walking across it as a shortcut to get home; and I nearly jumped off of it into the river where I was hoping I wouldn't come back."

Cody shifts in his seat and watches as the first of many tears spills out of the fox's eye. Yet John kept going. "Thankfully I didn't do it and I got help from my friend and family. It was that moment that I realized that I'm never truly alone." He reaches out and places both paws on Cody's shoulders. "No matter what, it can feel like you're all by yourself. But deep down, you have tons of people who love you all the way." John slowly pulls his friend towards him. "Even if you don't have an SO, there might be some people out there who are hoping to be yours one day."

"I... I never thought of it like that before." Cody's eyes begin to tear up as well. They even start to twinkle a little which is just enough of a sign to John. The fox pulls his friend in the rest of the way in a tight embrace as their lips touch is a softening way that neither will ever want to forget.

***

All Cody can think about is the heavy breathing that follows along with the fireworks in his chest and John's tongue wrapping around his in a loving gesture. His small paws reach up to caress his friend's arms before slowly crawling them down to lace his fingers around John's. The tears stop on both ends, replacing the sad moment with one of affection, emotion, and tenderness. Cody's heart skips a beat when John kisses deeper. He lets out a soft moan and squeezes his friend's paws.

When the kiss breaks, John's heavy and hot breath warms up his face. "Shall I take you to my place?" he asks.

"Please," Cody breathes. The purple fox starts up the car, his shivering seeming to indicate that he wanted more from Cody, but couldn't because they are not completely alone. As John drives them back down Main Street, the hybrid thinks about nothing but their kiss. The way their lips locked and their tongue wrestled with each other. It was the most beautiful moment in his life. The more he thinks about it, the more he can feel his sheathing starting to get a warm, fuzzy feeling.

He starts to imagine different scenarios of what John might do with him upon the return of his house. Will he kiss him again? Maybe he will but minus the clothes on their backs. Cody knows where that will lead: the bed where John might display his erotic power on him. He closes his eyes and rubs himself through his shorts as he lets his mind go wild with fantasies. The car takes a couple turns before pulling up to an old tan-white.

John quickly opens his door and is at Cody's in a second. He helps get the hybrid out and onto his feet, only to pin him against the door of the car. "Listen," the fox says. "If we do this. I want you to know that you are welcome to do it again at any time. You understand?" Cody nods, unable to think of anything else. The fox picks him up off his feet, digs the key to his house out of his pocket then opens the door to his house.

Inside is what appears to be a living room. A green couch sits in front of a wall with a green rug on the wooden floor. On either side of it is a small table with a photo of either John or some sort of relative. The TV is off with a small sticky note on it. John sets Cody down on the couch before skimming over the note, a smile growing on his muzzle.

"What is it?" Cody asks.

"Mom and dad are at a baseball game," the fox explains. "Which means we have the whole place to ourselves." He walks back over to Cody, towering over him, making him feel small. The two immediately kiss again, tongues wrestling and everything. Cody's sheath swells more and can feel his erection slowly slipping out of the slit. He rubs John's muscular chest, partly trying to get the shirt off. The fox assists by taking it off, showing off his body some before pinning his friend down to the couch with his knees. A noticeable bulge has grown in John's boxers.

Cody reaches for it and gives it a small squeeze. John murrs and shudders some. The hybrid can feel his erection throbbing against the tight fabric. He unbuttons then unzips John's pants and pulls them and his underwear down to reveal his cock. It's beautiful to him; seven inches with a decent size pair of balls hanging beneath it. He uses all ten fingers to reach out and explore the fox's foreskin.

***

"Oh Cody!" John moans. The more this wolf/husky touches him, the more the fox desires him. He can feel him wrap his fingers around his hard shaft. Instinctively, John gives his hips a slight jerk into Cody's paw. When he looks down, he sees the little one looking back with the same look in his eyes: lust, love, craving. "Oh Cody. Please... please let me take you."

The hybrid paws at John a little more, giving his hard-on a couple squeezes and more strokes before letting go to get on the couch in the doggystyle position. This made the fox a little more excited, heart pounding with passion and nervousness. He hops beside of him, hard cock in one paw while the other works to get Cody's pants off. As he slips it down to his knees, the fox can't help but admire his friend's tailhole. It's a perfectly tight pink ring that looks like it has never been penetrated. He licks his lips as he thinks about fucking that hole. About making Cody his permanent lover with just a few thrusts.

John presses his erection against Cody's hole, which makes him gasp and give out a slight moan. "Hush, pup," John coos. "By the time I'm done, I'm gonna make you the happiest fur alive."

What follows is a moment of pure infatuation. As John squeezes into Cody's tight hole, the latter of the two cries out in pain at first. The former growls slightly as Cody's ass warms up his cock. John hilts Cody to let him get used to how large he is. "Calm down, sweetie," the fox hushes. "You're going to be ok. I promise I won't go hard."

The two growl or moan in unison as John pulls out and slams his dick back in. He thrusts hard, feeling the love and lust with each slap of his hips against Cody's ass. He picks up his pace, wanting to be inside of him, needing tie him and prove to him that someone loves him. Because he does. John loves Cody. A lot. He always has, but was afraid to tell him. But he's not afraid to show him.

The wolf/husky starts to bark out in timing with John's caring thrusts. It was music to the fox's ears. Music that just makes him want the hybrid more. He humps him harder, driven by his sexual and passionate desires. The fox's knot begins to swell, his erection becoming more sensitive. It only makes him fuck Cody quicker, wanting to see him bred and loved.

"It's coming," John whispers. "I'm gonna come." He leans down, wrapping his big arms protectively around the still whimpering hybrid. His hips continuing to slam in and out of him. His teeth clench together as another growl begins to build in his throat. Cody pants heavily, reaches out to lace fingers with John again. As they hold paws, John lets his growl out loud into his friend's ear. His load releases into Cody, filling him up with his warm seed.

***

Cody unleashes a howl; his ass burns as John fills him up and ties him down. The larger fox collapses and holds him close to his muscled chest. Panting, the hybrid says, "Wow! That... was amazing!"

John licks his ears "I'm glad you liked it. Now, how about we try to get some rest and then I'll take you home. Sound good?" Cody nods.