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7.

Agh, what the fuck? How could the sex that felt so good leave my ass feeling so sore? I wondered this as I ended up standing the whole bus ride out to the community college. Mores wanted to talk with me about my alleged anger. I respected the lion enough that I didn't blow this off, but I'm pretty sure he was going to kick me out of the activist group. Yeah, that would suck, but maybe it's what I needed. It would give me the chance to start my own group. One based on action, not words and gestures.

I got off the bus at the east side of the sprawling campus, in the shade of the evergreens. It's weird that I knew my way around here better than I did my own high school. I kicked a pinecone, angry that I let myself be reminded I still had my senior year ahead of me. Maybe if Mores kicks me out and I do start my own group, I convince my parents to let me drop out... And maybe hell will freeze over.

I got to the cafeteria and took out my phone. 12:27. That would explain the crowd. This was the default place to socialize on campus, and Mores said he'd meet me here. He was hard to miss, tall, built like a tank and his thick mane always twisted into dreads. Not that I ever thought of Mores in that way! It's just, he's good looking. Not like the way Jody is. Jody... he makes me hard. Furs like Mores don't really do it for me. I'm not sure how this all works yet, but I'm more into the... the Jody type.

"Alex!"

I turned around to find Mores standing by a table next to the row of vending machines. He seemed happy for a guy who was going to kick me out of the only group of real friends I've had since middle school. But whatever.

I pushed my way through the throng, making sure my ears were up and angled forward. If he was going to do it, I wasn't going to show weakness. Hell, I might even call him a poser.

"Alex, bud, thanks for coming down. Can I get you a soda?" he started digging in his pockets for loose change.

I shook my head. Let's get to the point. "Are you kicking me out?"

"No!" he looked surprised. Might have been an act. "No... Is that what you thought? No, Alex, we're brothers in arms, I'd never do that to you." He stepped towards me and threw an arm around my shoulders in a bro-hug. Goddamit. This was one of those emotional sitcom type situations.

"Uh. Cool, dude. So what do want then?" I suck at social interaction.

Mores let go with a pat. "Sorry, Alex. Not trying to make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's fine." I'm always uncomfortable.

We sat down and Mores took out his phone, thumbing through some pics before sliding it to me. I was looking at a llama with a big rack, blowing a kiss at the camera. What the hell was he trying to? "That's nice, Mores, but I'm dating Jody."

The lion gave me another surprised look. "Nothing like that. I'm... Have I ever told you how I got into the environmental movement?"

I shook my head no.

He pointed at the picture. "It was her. Ruth Kappern." He got a distant flashback look in his eyes. "I got involved to impress her. Well, first I sold my car and swore off meat, but she is the reason I am the lion that I am today." He looked at me and my confusion must have been obvious. "I'm saying, I get why you got in Zev's face. You were trying to impress Jody. And I want you to know that it's normal. Don't beat yourself up over it."

"I wasn't."

He raised a knowing eyebrow. I wished I was as good at reading furs as he was. "Did it work?"

I coughed, letting my hair cover my eyes as I felt myself start to blush. I never bragged about this sort of thing before. In fact, I don't think it's the kind of thing a fur should boast about. But this was Mores. "Yes. I, heh, I got some."

Mores laughed. "Right on, Alex!" He stuck out his hand to give me a congratulatory fist bump. He insisted on getting me a soda so we could toast. I would have been an asshole to call him a poser. The lion was genuinely happy for me.

"So, I'm just saying," he said after we finished our drinks, "if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here for you."

I do not deserve a friend like Mores. "Um... ditto."

He smirked and nodded. "I was going to go over to see Zev. No pressure or anything, but did you want to come along."

"Yeah. I really have to tell him I'm sorry. And thank him for not getting the cops involved."

"Oh, did you see the video yet?" his smirk grew wider.

I take it back, he's a kind hearted asshole. "No. And I'd rather not."

"Suit yourself. But it really was a one in a million kinda thing." He swung his arm like I did and then made the sound effects of the raptor getting smacked and hit by a car door. Ha-fucking-ha.

***

We took Mores's van across the city. I was surprised he knew where the raptor lived. I never saw Zev as anything but an obstacle, not someone with his own life.

It turned out that Zev lived in modest ranch style that Mores said the raptor shared with a few housemates. My stomach started to sour with guilt as Mores slowed down to look for the right address.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He's probably pissed at me."

The lion laughed. "Naw. Once he regained consciousness and we explained it all, he was fairly understanding."

"He wasn't too hurt, was he? I mean, I can probably take care of his doctor bill if-"

"Paramedics looked him over. They thought he might have a slight concussion and told him not to sleep for awhile, but beyond that all Zev needs is some R an' R."

I felt like such a prick.

"There it is," Mores smiled and he pulled to a stop in front of Zev's house. It wasn't a big place, but there were two cars in the driveway and another under a blue tarp pulled on to the back lawn. If I wasn't here to apologize for kicking his ass, I'd feel compelled to speak with him about the merits of carpooling. Maybe next time.

"Should I have brought a gift?" I asked. "Like a get-well present or something."

"Nah, we're good." He opened his door and got out before I could stall for more time.

The grass was cut recently. I could smell it. There was no garden to speak of, but a wooden wind chime indicated Zev or one of his roommates took at least some pride in their home's aesthetic appeal. Pointless observations, but I really didn't want to think about how this meeting was going to go.

Mores rang the doorbell. There was barely enough room for both of us on the small stone stoop so I was awkwardly balancing on the edge. After a few seconds the door opened. It was a raptor, but not Zev.

"Hey," Mores smiled in that charming way that I used to practice in the mirror before giving up. "We're here to see Zev. How's he doing?"

The raptor shrugged. "He's on the couch." He wedged past us and I watched him get in one of the cars. Couldn't complain about that, my manners were probably just as bad.

Mores was undeterred. He ushered me in like he lived there himself. We could hear the sounds of a television just around the corner. "Zev?" Mores called out.

"Dek?" came Zev's reply.

"No, it's Mores," the lion turned the corner and motioned me along, "and Alex."

Zev was playing a video game. One look at me and he put down the controller.

"We came to check on you," Mores was great at heading off awkward silences before they began. "To make sure there's no hard feelings."

Zev was in a pair of shorts and a black sleeveless shirt. It was weird to see him out of his mall cop uniform. It made him seem so... normal.

"Hi," Zev said without any warmth.

"How's your head?"

"It hurts." He looked at me when me answered.

I had to say something. "Sorry about that. I really didn't mean to-" he waved me quiet.

"I know. I saw the video."

Fuck. I'm gonna kill Kate for showing that around like it was some kind of sex tape. "Yeah... Still. I shouldn't have let myself get pissed like that."

Zev hummed in agreement. "I guess I should offer you guys a drink or something. There's some soda in the fridge."

I started to decline, not feeling right about inconveniencing the raptor any further. "That's alright, we just had-"

"Sounds great," Mores cut in. "I'll grab a couple. You want one too, Zev?"

I glared at the lion. He was going to leave me alone with the raptor.

"Why not. Take the ones on the second shelf. The other shit's not mine."

I watched my jackass friend leave me to the hell that was social interaction. I put my hands in my pockets and looked at the paused game on Zev's television.

"If you've come to finish me off, now's your chance," Zev snarked.

"Dude."

He laughed. "Just fucking with you. You surprised me, though. I always figured if any of you eco-freaks turned violent, it would have been Mores. Or maybe Kate."

"Seriously?" I thought I did a good job of coming off as militant.

"Yeah. I could have handled you better too. I did sort of antagonize you." He moved his leg off the couch. "You want to sit down?"

"Thanks." Damn it. I really didn't want to like Zev. He was part of the establishment. "It was mostly my fault. I was showing off for a date."

Zev straighten up and brushed back his feathers. "You and Kate?" he asked with disbelief that bordered on insulting. Not that I would have ever made a try for the raccoon. She was like a sister to me.

"No. I was with the fennec."

"Oh," his voice lilting up as he tried not to show his surprise. Mores returned just in time to save me from the inevitable awkward silence.

The lion smiled seeing me next to Zev. The three of us chilled for about an hour, playing video games, drinking soda and talking about trivial shit. It was more fun than I would have expected. While Mores and Zev took a turn on the digital race track, I felt my phone buzz.

It was a text from Jody. Act casual, I told myself and read the message.

Whatcha doin?

I thumbed a reply. Hanging out at Zev's place.

The response was quick. Tell me I don't need to buy a shovel!

Ha. Ha. Not funny. But good to know he was open to helping me hide the body.

"Who's that?" Mores startled me.

"No one!" I was too quick to not seem suspicious.

The lion nodded with a grin. He knew and that made me blush for some reason. Their race was over and Mores shook Zev's hand. "Thanks for the soda. And feel better, ok? It won't be the same protesting without you mocking us."

Zev laughed. "You guys aren't as big of dicks as I thought."

"Maybe if you ever get some time off you could join us. See what it's like on the other side of the line."

My ears perked up. Damn, did I envy Mores charisma.

"Maybe. But I'm not looking to get fired right now."

I jumped in. "You have the right to freely express any beliefs you want. It they're trying to oppress you-"

Zev laughed again. "Alex, you need to get a sense of humor."

"I have one!" I have a great sense of humor. I just choose to reserve it for my leisure time. And, no, I don't count hanging with Mores at Zev's place playing video games as leisure time. This was networking. For the cause.

After saying our goodbyes, we got back in the van. Mores asked where he should drop me off.

"Hold on. I'll see." I pulled out my phone.

Want to do something?

Again the response was almost instantaneous. Yes! Should I come get you?

Mores' van wasn't in the best condition. I couldn't ask him to drive me all the way downtown again. "Drop me off at the college?"

Mores gave me a thumbs up. "Perfect. I'm heading there anyways."

I sent Jody a text to meet me. It occurred to me that I should probably have an idea about what we'd be doing. I'd hate to turn into the kind of douche bag that just calls for sex... I could live with being the kind of douche bag that steers every date in that direction, but I want me and Jody to have a deeper relationship.

***

Jody's red convertible got more than a few looks as it rolled up blaring thudding club music. I jumped in, only moderately embarrassed at the attention. Jody leaned in and gave me a kiss that I'm pretty sure I fucked up by missing his lips and smooching his nose.

"Where to?" he asked, turning down the music.

And that was was a problem. I had nothing. The entire ride back to the campus I tried to come up with something, anything. I don't do parties, we already went to the mall and it's too early to eat. I was going to wing it.

"Let's go... to... um... your place?" Son of a bitch. I am that fur. I just made this into a booty-call. Fuck.

Jody raised a pierced eyebrow and gunned the engine before peeling out in another cry for attention from the students.

"I like it," he chirped. "I've got cool drinks and a lot to say."

He always did. "What about?" No, I wasn't nervous he was breaking up with me. Why would I be? My personality? Alright, maybe I was a little nervous.

He took his eyes off the road. "I am a complicated fennec, Alex. I run deep. And you are going to go snorkeling in the Jody pool."

"Can't we just do anal again?"

He laughed and swerved to miss a biker. "Metaphors! I'm being poetic. But, yeah, you can pound me too."

It was really hard to focus with the way he drives. I think I should have been embarrassed again, but I was too distracted by the clearly red light he sped through.

"I came to a realization," he said while I felt compelled to buckle my seatbelt. "I want to be open with you. And we're too good of friends for you to not know the total Jody."

I did ask him for the full experience the other day. So this should be fun, right?

***

"You can open you eyes now," Jody gleefully informed me.

Normally I like the way he speeds, just not when it's through downtown at rush hour. But he's a good driver anyways. We made it into his building's parking garage alive and that's what counts. Jody was wearing a bright tank top that was more string than fabric and I stared at it in the fuzzy reflection of the elevator doors all the way to his floor. His sandy fur made me think of the beach. That would have been a good place for us to go. But I'm never creative when I need to be.

He opened the door and kicked off his sandals, making him lose a half inch. You don't notice how short Jody is until he's quiet, staring at you with his big eyes. His huge personality always gives furs a false impression.

"Alex, Alex, Alex," he smiled warmly and took my hand. "Where should we start?" His ears flicked forward. "Hobbies!

He took me into the kitchen where he could sit across from me. "I do the vlog thing," he told me like we were in a confessional. "It get's pretty... adult. Like, sometimes I'll give sextoy advice... with demonstrations."

I watched his ears flatten. Was he looking for me to absolve him? "Jody, I kinda knew about your sex drive. This isn't that shocking."

"Oh." Was that disappointment? His ears began to rise again. "Is it alright if I keep doing it?"

"Yeah. You don't need my permission."

And down go his ears. "That brings us to kinks," he said with a blush. "I'm fine with keeping it vanilla, 'cause with us, we've got something deeper." He leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "but if you wanted to get a little weird, I literally have no limits." He winked at me and I gave a cautious nod, pretending I knew what he meant.

He sucked down a long breath and looked into my eyes. "Also, Alex... I love-" he coughed "-I'd love to know what you're into." He got a weird look and his expressive ears seemed to deflate.

Did I do something wrong? Was there a cue that I missed? Fuck. This is why I never get second dates. "I liked what we did yesterday. My ass feels better." Oh my God, do I sound like an idiot.

Jody hummed a response. Even I could see his mind was elsewhere. A sense of desperation washed over me. Apparently this relationship really did mean a lot to me. "But you can do whatever. I, I don't have any limits either."

Jody looked up, the weird expression replaced by a soft smile and a giggle. "Alex, Alex, Alex," he shook his head with another giggle. "Yes you do. But I appreciate your enthusiasm!"

My lips curled back. "How would you know?"

With a mischievous glint in his eye Jody seemed intent on pushing me. "You haven't tried everything yet."

"Is that some kind of a challenge?"

"Maybe."

We stared at each other, me reaching the extent of my game, and Jody being the calculating fennec that he was. His eyes lit up and I knew he had an idea.

"Take my spare laptop and sit on the couch. I'll go in my room and start a webcast."

"Why?"

He rolled his eyes. But it came off as cute, not like he was calling me a dumbass. "Because, Alex, I want you to be part of this. It's super fun and... I wanna make sure you're cool with me doing this."

"I already said I was."

"Then humor me," he said as he jumped up. "Get on the couch. I'll fetch you a laptop." He pranced off to his bedroom.

The evening was taking an interesting, and mildly confusing, turn. Kind of summed up what most furs thought of Jody. Not me though. I knew he was a lot deeper than everyone gave him credit for. I got up and went to the couch.

***

Jody sat next to me and logged me into the streaming site he used. I was another anonymous user.

"Here's how it's going to work," he could barely contain his excitement. "I'll do a request show. Everyone asks me questions or tells me to do something and I obliged. I won't know who you are, so you can ask me anything without feeling shy."

I had to admit this sounded fun. "You mean... if I asked you if you're seeing anyone, you would have to answer?"

Jody nodded.

"And... if I said, show me your ass..."

The fennec spun around and mooned me! My first reaction was to cover my eyes until I reminded myself, heh, I'm dating that. So I stared at his petite bouncing butt and amazingly fluffy tail as he wiggled it in my face.

"Real mature," I huffed, trying not to show just how much I was enjoying this.

"Speaking of mature situations," he spun back around, yanked up his pants and dropped into my lap. "We should have a safeword." He reached up and brushed my hair out of my eyes.

I leaned back and shook the hair back into place. "Why? Are we going to be hooked up to car batteries or something?"

"Not this time," he gave me a sly grin. "But sometimes things get a little... intense. And I want you to be able to pull the plug if it makes you uncomfortable."

"I'm not using a safeword for this."

"But you have to," he whined. "You'll be an anonymous user. I won't know which one you are."

"No." He wasn't getting it. "I'm not some wuss. You don't need to handle me with kid gloves."

Jody's ears drooped. "Sorry..."

Ah, crap. I think I hurt his feelings. I suck at relationships. "I'm sorry. It's just that I want you to be you. Stop holding back."

A corner of his mouth lifted. "Alright." Setting the laptop down on the coffee table, he leaned in and just when I thought I was starting to become smooth, he wraps his arms around me in a hug, leaving me with my eyes closed and lips puckered, looking like an idiot. I'm glad I don't dwell on these things... for more than a month... or two.

"Discount," he whispered.

"What?" Naturally, I jumped to conclusions.

"Your safeword," he laughed and bounded off to his room.

"Jody," I yelled after him, "you are literally in the next room. If things get weird, I could just shout, 'hey, things are getting weird.'"

"Where would be the whimsy in that?" he asked right before the door slammed.

I sighed and wondered if he was going to win all our arguments by being cute? I guess I could live with that. I adjusted the laptop. It's browser was up, showing me a streaming site with a red header and a dark gray background that made me think of some of the porn sites I've looked at. And after looking at some of the stream titles, I was pretty sure it was at least kind of a porn site.

I scrolled through the list of live shows. Some rooms marked private, some promising nudes, a lot of video games, a few nature cams at conservatories (I made a mental note to check those out when I had more time), but nothing that screamed Jody. Just as I was about to yell a question to the fennec a message window popped up with a link and a heart. I clicked it.

Fornication Corner, with Jody.

Oh, God. He was using his real name.

"You find it?" he shouted from his room.

"Yeah. And I'd like to point out again, that I can hear you just fine!"

A new message popped up. It read: remember, Discount. Dick.

I spend a lot of time on the internet, so the layout was pretty familiar even if I've never used this site. A big main window waiting for Jody to turn on his cam. A strip of other users with cams along the bottom... a surprising number in various states of nakedness. Not going to lie, that threw me off a little. But if I just focused on the chat box to the right, I'd be fine.

The blank window flashed a colorful title card, hand drawn in pastel crayons, and there was Jody. So strange to think he was in the other room when he jumped into a breathless explanation of what the show was about. It was like the hyper fennec was turned up to eleven.

I looked closer. His big bright eyes now had a hint of eyeliner. And he had changed into a dark mesh tanktop. He really went all out for this thing. It was nice to see he was passionate about something.

His head bobbed up and down, following the fast moving chat window. Crap! I should have been thinking of a question.

"Let's see, let's see, let's see... 'Can I fuck you?' seems to be a popular question." He leaned back and put a finger to his chin, tapping. "If you can catch me tonight, yes. Yeah, I want it rough and forced. The first fur to shove me down and claim my ass today, gets it. Everyone else, the answer is no." He winked.

Did he just...

"Oooh!" he cooed, "'where do you live?' Hah! Planet Earth is all I'm saying."

My fingers hovered over the keys. I was drawing a blank, witnessing the flood of obscene questions and requests.

"User4269 wants to know if he can see my toes..." Jody squinted. "Garth, I know that's you. But, sure." He contorted himself so that knee was hooked over his elbow, pointing his foot at the webcam like a gun. They wiggled. "Happy now?" he chirped.

"Erotic asphyxiation?" his ears flicked in thought, "I don't recommend it for beginners, and never do it alone, but hell yeah, that's some killer fun right there!" Jody shifted on his bed, jostling the video for a second until he was kneeling forward to give a close up of his neck. "The key is not to crush the windpipe here," he twisted his hands so they were around his throat, thumbs rubbing in illustration. "Instead, cut off the arterial flow of blood to the brain by applying slight pressure here," he demonstrated. His eyes fluttered and he moaned before tipping forward, his face knocked into the camera.

I was on the edge of the couch, ready to call an ambulance, when he popped back up.

"And when you start graying out like that, ease off. You can't prolong the suffering if you're partner's not conscious to feel it."

It went on like this for over an hour, the questions getting more and more extreme. I knew he was more experienced than me, but this was getting so far out of my league, I was getting a stomach ache.

"No, no, no," he shook his head in dismay at a question. "Those bondage swings are fine if you're still into that mainstream vanilla stuff, or if you're short on time I guess. But the way to go is suspension hooks!"

He jumped off his bed and out of frame. My sick feeling grew. He'd just demonstrated how smaller furs like himself should have no problem orally pleasuring some of the more well endowed species through a series of unsettlingly vivid first hand accounts and the use of a rubber equine dildo that left me feeling... less than secure in my own proportions.

He was back, brandishing a large fish hook- no, more like a small meat hook. "Two in the back of the thighs, two above the shoulder blades or breasts -depending on your face up/face down preference, two on the backside of your arms and you're ready for some fun!"

He kept saying 'fun' and I started to wonder if he was thinking of the right word.

"Trust me, even a svelte piece of ass like me has enough mass to support themselves as long as the hooks are spaced right." His eyes flitted over the chat window, I hadn't gotten further than typing the words 'do you'. "No, you can hang bigger furs too. I once had this bear sub that wanted to try this, so I had some friends rig a system of pulleys and counter weights." Again his eyes read. "Just as fun being on the receiving end. I kinda prefer it, myself."

He held his arm out and put the hook against it like he was about to pierce himself. That was all I could take. I slammed the laptop shut. This was my limit. I just couldn't reconcile how much more... intense he was. I freaked out after we had sex, not expecting it to hurt, and here this fennec was piercing himself, talking about orgies he's attended, whipping techniques, and- and-

Fuck it. I jumped up and ran for the door. I didn't stop running until I was several blocks away.

***

What had I done? I leaned against a bus stop and pushed my shaggy hair from my eyes. It was damp with sweat and my pulse was racing like I'd run a marathon.

It wouldn't have worked. Jody would be bored with me in less than a week. I took him on a date to a fucking protest! Who the hell calls that a date? Worse, what if he asked me to do some of that stuff he talked about and I had a mental breakdown right in front of him? And don't tell me it couldn't happen. Last time I couldn't take it any more, I got arrested for vandalizing, trespassing and destruction of private property. I remember very little of all that, and it scares me.

No. This is is for the best. Jody will get emotional for a couple hours, I'll get a little more withdrawn, and we can all pretend this inevitable cluster-fuck of a relationship never happened. Jody deserves someone that can keep up. Not some weird wolf like me.