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The Unnamed Feeling - I Will Protect You - Part 8

By Komatose © 2009

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"What...time is it?"

Malcolm groggily reached over for his glasses, his paws fumbled at the end table and knocked a book to the floor as he tried to find the one object to allow him to see again. After finding them, he realized it was eleven twenty-one, approximately twenty minuets past his class was supposed to start for that day.

"...Oh shit!"

He threw the covers off of his bed and jumped to his feet, the sleep immediately washing away from his mind as adrenaline started pumping into his system, he had never been late for class before, this was going to be so embarrassing! Should he even go? This class was important, if he missed one day, he would be so far behind! He ripped open the dresser drawer and dug through to find something to wear, panic washing though him as he was beating himself up in his mind.

"Damn it, how could you forget to set your alarm..."

As he pulled the bedroom door open, his shoulders were grabbed by the other occupant of the apartment who happened to be going into that room at the same time, Malcolm let out a loud yelp in shock.

"NATE! You scared me! Oh no, I'm in so much trouble! I'm late for class!"

Malcolm's voice was shaky as he whimpered. Nate just shook his head.

"Babe...it's Sunday."

The Dalmatian just froze, his body relaxing and falling into Nate's, he let out a deep sigh of relief mixed with embarrassment.

"You're right...it is Sunday."

Nate just shook his head and chuckled as he hugged Malcolm close to his body.

Christmas and New Year's were in the past and January was almost over, new classes had begun, new books purchased, new faces met, the only thing that did not change was the temperature as it was still damn cold outside.

Blake was excited to have a class with Carla this semester, Calculus was not an easy class, and surprisingly, Carla was a pro at the subject, always getting high grades on her homework, leaving Blake dumbfounded and scratching his head. Wes coincidently had a class with Nate and Malcolm again, the second part of the class they shared the last semester.

Tim did not get any familiar faces in any of his new classes, just faces he had seen on an off through the year and a half he had attended the University. Steph, Garrett, Carla, even Buttercup tried their best to cheer him up, it worked sometimes, but he just could not get out of the rut he was stuck in, it was already hard enough to get him to smile.

Up north, Drew got to attend a class with Gabriel, the two were starting to get very close, and the roo managed to get Bill to come to church every so often. No one had seen Victor, they doubted if he even attended classes at Addison, but he was there, alright. Bill enrolled in an art class and was surprised to get Gabriel's dashingly handsome boyfriend Klayton and Drew's lifting buddy Jason in his class, Jason was actually very talented with art, he put Bill's work to shame as everyone came over to watch the big wolf paint during free time.

Malcolm had been acting different since the night he lost his virginity to Nate, he was more forgetful, seemed on edge, like something was bothering him even though he tried to deny it, he did not talk as much as he did, however, he certainly was not as shy as he was, it was as if sexual tension no longer bothered him at all. Nate could not figure out what the problem was, he tried his best to talk to Malcolm, but could never find the right words to say, leaving them in silence.

Marcos was very busy, his band had a few concerts lined up and trying to get his schoolwork done was often trivial, fortunately, he had the best help, a black stallion would end up coming to his rescue to tutor him with the things he had difficulty grasping, Ben was very bright, it made the hyena feel a bit embarrassed sometimes, he had a tendency to overlook the simple things.

It was so cold outside, setting record lows and icing up anything that used to be liquid, it seemed as if there was nothing that could warm things up...until...

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Gabriel was in the mood for visiting the gym, staring at his boyfriend's body all day did make him feel a bit jealous at times, he was very lean but not too muscular, agility and flexibility where his strong points.

He felt in the mood to play a game, the gym did have an indoor tennis, basketball, and volleyball court, maybe he could find someone to play a friendly game with. Flashing a brilliant smile, he made his way over to the tennis area, there were four courts and three of them were in use, the people playing let out loud grunts as they pummeled the small green ball from one side to the other.

Gabe looked around the area to see if there was someone that wanted to play, he noticed a small crowd near the empty court, he walked over, smile on muzzle, to see what the hubbub was about.

About five people were surrounding the one in the center, he was talking very charismatically it seemed, the furs around him were just glued to the story he was telling. Not caring about interrupting, he strolled over and asked politely in a charming tone.

"Pardon me, may I use this court?"

The figure in the center went silent, stepped out from the crowed and looked over the kangaroo. A small smile curled upon his lips, a sharp-claws paw came to his face to brush his mane from his vision and press his glasses up.

"I was just about to use this court, sir, unless you would like to play a round with me."

The challenger glinted his sharp teeth and spun the racquet in his paws and pointed it at the kangaroo, his tail thumped the floor in an irritated manner.

Gabe just smiled and nodded.

"Sure, I might be a bit rusty, but I am sure we could have a good game, oh, may I get your name?"

The lion just chuckled a bit, how could this simpleton not know who he was?

"I, sir, am Victor Robertson, chairman of the Christian Crusader Club, I am sure you have heard of it."

Gabriel just smiled ever wider.

"Sorry, never heard of it, shall we play, then?"

Victor sneered as he took his spot on the court, he was going to wipe the floor with this smug prick.

The game began, Victor figured this would be an easy win since he was so good at tennis in his public high school, having attended the team and being one of the star players, but what he did not expect was the ball to fly past him after he served. 15-Love

Ok, this was just a fluke, he needed to pay better attention, his guy was better than he thought, he served, prepared, dove, missed. 30-Love

Now he was getting mad, this was ridiculous! How could he be doing this bad, he needed to focus! He was ready, he was set, he was not going to lose! 40-Love.

Victor's claws dug into the racquet handle. The people in his little crowd watched the whole thing happen in just a matter of minuets, maybe he would pick up, there were two more rounds to go.

...And he lost both of them. He managed to score one point against this unnamed foe, he was panting heavily, his fur was in his eyes, he angrily brushed it away, wanting to throw his racquet in anger. The group that was taking to him had all left in displeasure, as he was telling them all about his trophy he had at home. He was outraged! He wanted to choke this guy for humiliating him!

Gabriel chuckled and wiped his brow.

"That was a good match! Have not played in a while, didn't think I was that good, nice playing with you, Victor!"

Gabriel simply hung up the racquet and made his way back to the locker room, satisfied with his work out and tennis game and ready to go home to Klay's arms. What he did not know was that the lion followed him to the locker room.

Gabe idly started unchanging, setting his street clothes onto the bench just as Victor came up beside him.

"Oh, good sir, we meet again, I just could not let you leave without getting your name as well..."

Oh, he was going to get it alright, he was going to find out about this guy, no one embarrasses Victor and gets away with it. Gabriel just flashed a brilliant smile.

"Oh, my name is Gabriel, I hope you are not upset about losing, your friends left during the last round."

Victor bit his lower lip as he forced a smile.

"Oh, no, no, no, quite alright. Please, I think it would be nice if you came to my club one night, I am sure you have heard about it, are you religious yourself?"

Gabriel knew exactly how to show his religious side, he reached into his shirt and pulled out the symbol of who he was, the rainbow crucifix.

Victor's eyes almost popped out of his skull when he saw it, he was speechless...then disgusted and just horrified! His paws balled into firsts, he reached for the golden cross around his neck to protect it from the sinful one in front of him. He gritted his teeth and bore his fangs.

"You...you you you you..."

Gabriel calmly ran a paw through his hair and chuckled.

"What's wrong, Victor? See something upsetting?"

Victor growled a bit, this guy was mocking him, making him look like a fool! And worst of all, he was a...

"FAGGOT!!!"

A dead silence hit the room after Victor shouted. Gabe just shook his head.

"My goodness, someone so high and mighty is also so hateful? Let me guess, you are going to tell me that I am going to Hell if I don't repent, right? I've heard it plenty of times; I don't need to hear it from you."

Victor growled and leaned in.

"Listen here, scum, I don't know who you think you are embarrassing me in front of people, interrupting me while I am speaking, you rude piece of filth!"

Gabriel just shook his head.

"Oh, you poor man, you need to come to my church, we can open your eyes from this hatred clouding your vision."

Victor wanted to dig this guys heart out and eat it, he was now insulting his church? He stepped forward and got in his face, his hot breath fogging onto Gabe's face.

"Now you insult the foundations of my faith? How...DARE you! This is not over, not by a long shot, I am going to bring down justice on you and your faggot friends! I am going..."

Before Victor could finish, he felt himself get grabbed by the collar and lifted into the air, he flailed a bit and tried to gain balance as he hissed under his breath. His paws grabbed the arm that had a hold of him, he followed them up to a large, very muscular form, coated in grey-ish blue fur, a pair of amber eyes met his, a snarl from the muzzle under them.

"...Leave him alone..."

His voice was very deep and forceful, Victor pried himself out of the huge wolf's grasp and landed on his foot paws, huffing and snarling.

"Enough of this! You will see me again, you and your...damned bodyguard!"

With that, he quickly exited the locker room, not caring about changing because he would never want to be seen changing in a disgusting place like that.

Gabriel let out a sigh and shook his head, and turned to the large wolf that broke up the confrontation.

"Thank you for subduing him, hmm, I have seen you around before, are you one of Drew's friends?"

The wolf's face lit up as his thick lips curled to a smile and he nodded, his deep voice echoing from his large chest.

"...Yup, my name is Jason, he told me about you...and that guy. He is bad news."

Gabe nodded, his long ears perking up as he smiled brightly.

"Nice to meet you, Jason. That Victor really gives me the creeps, can someone who claims to be a Christian really be so hateful? He has been seriously misled, I wonder if he can be helped."

Jason's chest rumbled as he cracked his knuckles.

"...Or some force can be used to persuade him."

The roo just chuckled and patted the wolf on the shoulder, giving him a wink.

"Only as a last resort, friend. Where there is a will, there is a way, no one is born as hateful as he is, it had to have been...learned."

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February was just around the corner, soon it would be Valentines' day and Cupid would be shooting his arrow around and bringing young couples together...yeah right.

It was a nice weekend to go to the mall, spring would be approaching and Carla wanted to see all the spring fashion the clothing stores had out for all to see, of course her idea of spring fashion would be getting a pink and black Lolita dress at Hot Topic.

Carla naturally dragged her two boys along with her to the mall, all of her other friends were busy, she did try to get Tim to come along, he seemed really down and maybe a trip to a public place would help, but he just declined the invitation.

Naturally, hunger struck them all and it was time for a stop at the food court, a table for four was taken, the fourth seat being occupied by Carla's bags.

She giggled as she kicked her legs under the chair and blew bubbles into her soda.

"Do you remember coming here a little over a year ago? I was so shocked that you got Wes to come along, Blake, I knew you had a thing for him by then!"

Blake just shook his head, trying to deny it.

"Nuh uh, princess, I was just trying to be a nice neighbor!"

This made Carla laugh even louder, her poofy tail wagging through the hole in the back of the chair.

"I saw this coming like a stomach ache to a fat kid on Halloween, when Wes came out to us, it was soooo clear!"

Blake blushed a bit as he remembered that moment, ok, she was right, he just wanted to give her a hard time.

"Oh yeah? I have a question, how come you have not dated another guy since your last loser?"

Blake reached over to Wes's knee under the table and squeezed it, remembering what had happened that summer.

Carla just sighed and rested her chin on her paw and slurped her soda through the straw.

"I don't want what happened to happen again..."

Wes reached out and patted her on the head.

"Don't be 'fraid to be courtin' again, just cuz yuh had one bad egg don't mean they'll are. Yuh gotta jus' find yurself Mr. Right, he ain't gonna just land in yur lap."

Carla nodded a bit rubber her shoulder.

"But that's what happened with you two..."

Blake tilted his head a bit, she was right, after all, he had thought about this over and over, someone as perfect to him as Wes just moving in next door one day...the love of his life...He reached out and held Carla's soft paw in his.

"I guess I am just lucky, you know? You could say I won the dating lottery."

Carla smiled a bit and tilter her head to the side so he would not see, Wes just chuckled and shoved his slice of pizza into his muzzle.

"I suppose I do need to start dating again sometime, but I am very picky now after my last loser! I need to make an application form!"

Blake just shook his head and laughed, Wes would have done the same, but he was chewing and did not want to spit his food out at her by accident.

"You are so crazy, princess, but seriously, what kind of guy are you really into?"

Carla placed a fingertip on her lower lip to ponder for a moment.

"Well, I just want them to have a good taste for music, they need to be fun and the life of any party, I like guys that with a dark side. They can be hateful, but to the right things, hate is a good motive to fashion and music. Bodywise, I like thin to athletic, but I am a small girl, I don't want to be dwarfed compared to them. Lets see...money is good so they can take me shopping, good sense of humor, responsible and trustworthy, nice hair...oh! And a big frickin' dick!"

Blake almost choked on his own tongue when she said that, lurching forward and covering his muzzle to keep himself from coughing and gagging on his saliva.

"Whoa, princess, I hade no idea you were into checking down there."

Carla scoffed and raised her paws in exclamation.

"Are you kidding? Us girls are after the big ones, we are just too proud to admit we are, I feel sad for the girls who abstain from sex till marriage to find out their hubby has a stub of a wiener."

Wes could not help but start chuckling loudly, his ears flopping and huge chest heaving heavily as he slammed his fist on the table in amusement. Blake just started to blush and keep his muzzle shut with his paw.

After a stop at the rest of the stores in the mall, it was time to depart. Carla was dropped off at her place, leaving plenty of hugs and kisses with the two as they came back to the warm comfort of their apartment, Wes collapsing onto the sofa and Blake happily hopping on top and getting embraced by two strong arms and kissed on his lips.

"Do yuh think we should help 'er out, sugar?"

Blake just shook his head, his ears flopping as he rested his head on Wes's chest.

"Nah, I know her too well, she is good at doing things herself and will definitely find herself the right guy. To be honest, I think there is someone else we should help, her friend, Tim. That bear has been through a lot...but then again...maybe we should let him find his way too...I am not really good at playing Cupid."

Wes chuckled and rubbed his wide paw over Blake's back and rested it on his rump to give it a gentle squeeze.

"I dunno, Cupid sure know what he's doin', afterall, he shot us in the asses with his arrows o' love, right?"

Blake sighed happily, yes, that little diaper-wearing deity sure did.

"Yeah, but you know me, I can't help but worry about things..."

Wes murred deeply as both of his paws cupped Blake's ass and kneaded it, making him yip and blush.

"Yuh should be worrin' about me getting all hot'n'bothered and wantin' some sugar."

Blake smirked and gave the terrier a kiss on his chin, the short goatee ticking his lips.

"You are so naughty, babe."

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Tim sighed as he stared blankly at Mr. Jenkins, this computer teacher was so uninteresting and had the most monotonous voice of any teacher he had that year. It was like listening to Microsoft Sam read him a document on his computer, which he did a few times out of boredom to mainly hear the computer mispronounce words. It was nice to have some new faces in his class, however, he did not have Malcolm, and ever since the new semester started, he barely even heard from him anymore. He had moved on and left Tim behind, it had seemed.

"And that was how ASCII was dreamed up...any questions?"

No one bothered to raise a hand, they did not want to here the anteater talk anymore.

"God...I miss Riley...she would do something fun."

Tim just blanked Jenkins out and started to play around on his laptop, the internet or even a book would be more entertaining. The bear would not have much time to enjoy the internet, though, he slowly felt as though someone was watching him, his paws rested on the keys as his eyes slowly looked over to the right. Sure enough, some raccoon has his neck tilted over and was looking right at Tim's screen. Tim grunted and started to turn his computer away from the uninvited guest. The raccoon let out a haughty chuckle and leaned in closer to Tim.

"Windows Vista? Your machine is garbage, you know?"

Tim did not need this right now, he turned his head a bit, the coon was wearing a Macintosh shirt, a big, blue crystal apple with Mac written under it on the black t-shirt.

"...okay. Um, who exactly are you?"

The raccoon smirked and sat back in his own chair, rubbing his paws together, then running them over the sleek form of his Macintosh laptop computer.

"I am Rick, but you can call me the Mac Master, heh, I like that term."

Tim just stared blankly, this guy was an idiot, and the bear was already in a bad enough move, the slightest irritation could set him off.

"...okay. I don't...really care. Please leave me alone, I'm trying to learn."

Rick just chuckled again, placing his paws behind his head.

"Oh, I should teach this class, I know more than this old guy, he probably will never get into the detail about the superiority of the Mac, the God of all operating systems, yup, in a perfect world, every machine will run on Linux."

Tim rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Um, the only thing good to come from Apple is the iPod...that's about it."

Rick just grunted and plugged his ears.

"You non-believer, one day, I will get you to see and convert you too, to see the superiority and compatibility of the one and only Apple!"

Tim came up with a perfect nickname for this guy already, "Rick the dick."

"No thanks, I'll pass...Now please leave me alone."

Rick just shook his head in a disappointed manner, muttering something under his breath as Tim tried to ignore it.

When the next class period came around the other day, Tim knew things were going to get very frustrating. He came to the table in the computer lab to see a Mac brochure sitting at his seat, he looked over to see Rick smiling and nodding at him. Tim frowned and simply reached forward, flicking the piece of paper off of the table and sent it fluttering to the floor, where it landed under the table and after taking his seat, made sure he stepped on it and ground it into the tiled floor.

This was really getting onto Tim's nerves, the semester had freshly begun, and already there was a big nuisance buzzing around him, this guy had to have been over a foot shorter than he, but had an ego far greater than anything the bear could every possibly ascertain.

They didn't even know each other, first impressions are the one remembered the best, and clearly, Rick was trying to set as negative as one as he could try. This was not what Tim needed now, what he needed was someone to at least be his friend, someone to place his trust in, not many people could achieve that, someone like Malcolm.

After class, Tim went to work on his computer somewhere no one would bother him, outside. The snow had all been cleared and it was a blindingly sunny day, he made sure he brought his laptop heating pad to prevent it from chilling, and he was a bear, the cold did not bother him too much.

He paid no attention to the people who passed by the picnic table he was seated in, he was the only one sitting there, the seven other tables completely abandoned. The campus had a powerful wi-fi network, allowing him to do anything he wanted from anywhere. He was mainly focused in checking his e-mail, a small smile came to his muzzle as he clicked on a new message from one of his friends he had met in the past, at a place he is not proud of meeting him at. But as the message loaded, something unexpected happened.

Before Tim's very eyes, his laptop was snatched and ripped out of his paws, the bear just froze, shocked that he had just been robbed before his very eyes. He looked up quickly to see who it was. A lone raccoon turned to face him, having gained enough distance to make a quick escaped if he was to be perused. He simply smirked and closed Tim's laptop in his paws, the click probably going to be the last sound Tim ever heard from it.

"Now, I thank you for your donation. This machine will be reborn as a full blown Mac, and will be part of my army. Goodbye!"

With a shrill, maniacal laugh, Rick turned and started to run again, Tim tried to get up, but he knew he was not fast enough to catch him. He was just joking, he would return the laptop, right? Tim would just have to go to the police about it...but then, he felt his eyes start to well up with water, he wanted to just start crying, not in the mental state to get angry, he slumped into the now bare picnic bench.

But something caught his attention, the sound of struggling and low growl, Tim quickly looked up, blinking his eyes tightly to get the tears out as he focused ahead. He saw Rick and...someone else. This other person was very tall, he was holding Rick in the air, his little legs and tail flopping and kicking beneath him, all Tim could see of the other guy were two ears sticking out of a baseball cap and a fluffy, curly tail sticking out behind him.

Tim just watched as the stranger yanked the laptop from Rick's shaky paw, he said something, his lips moved and he gave Rick a good shake, the raccoon simply nodded. Tim then felt his heart jump as the larger figure gave Rick a toss, throwing him to the side, the coon flailed and shrieked as he landed in a nearby snow bank, sinking in and struggling to get himself to his feet. The tall figure made his way over in Tim's direction, apparently, he had seen the whole thing unfold, and as he neared closer, Tim could feel his heart start to pound.

The bear could make out more detail, he was wearing a simple grey winter coat with a fuzzy hood on top of a red undershirt, it was fitting quite snugly as he had the coat open, Tim noticed the lines of his pectorals and abs, he was clearly quite strong, the snug jeans he wore clung close to his thighs and crotch, a pair of brown hiking boots at his foot paws.

Time seemed to pause as the figure was standing right in front of him, he lifted his head and Tim finally saw what was under the hat, an thick neck held a handsome face on top, the bear figured he was either a Malamute or a Husky by his fur pattern on his face, making a sort of mask with the black contrasting with the white, a patch of facial fur ran from his bottom lip to his chin, and when Tim locked onto his eyes...his ice blue eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine, and it was not from the cold.

The figure reached out and handed him the computer.

"I believe this is yours. If he, or anyone else, bothers you again, come see me. I'll take care of them."

Tim could not reply, he just reached out and took his laptop back into his paws, his eyes locked into the other's, he choked up a word.

"T-thank you...where...would I be able to find you?"

The mystery dog just smirked and gave the corner of his lip a lick, almost winking at him with the captivatingly blue eyes. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a piece of scrap paper and a pencil, and after a quick scribble, he handed Tim a phone number.

"Call me, my name is Justin. I'll be around."

With an affirmative smile, he just walked by, patting Tim on the shoulder and off down the campus walkway, disappearing into a building. The bear was still frozen, unable to think, his cheeks red. Was he...maybe Tim would have to call this number, maybe tonight.

Tim could feel his paw tremble as he held the cell phone, his mouth was already dry, his fingertips felt as cold as ice as he dialed the number into the phone, knowing after he hit the call button that he would be put through to the fur that he has just met that day. Tim brought the phone to his rounded ear, listening intently, hoping he had the right number, he cleared his parched throat so that he could speak. It rang a few times, Tim could feel his heart pound, then a booming voice came in through the speaker.

"Hey."

That was all Tim needed to hear as he recognized the voice, gasping a bit.

"I-is this Justin?"

The voice on the other side chuckled a bit.

"Yup, is this the laptop owner?"

Tim nodded, even though he knew the one on the other side would not see it.

"Yeah, umm...My name is Tim, guess I should have told you back then...so...what's up?"

Tim bit his lower lip, he had not felt this nervous in a long time, not even around Malcolm or anyone he had seen at the college. Justin chuckled heartily, giving his lips a slow lick on the other side of the phone line.

"I'll tell you what's up, my big, fat cock is what's up, ever since I saw you, my dick's been throbbing in my tight pants."

Tim's eyes dilated and his cheeks burned red, making his sheath tingle at the very sentence. Whoa...that was powerful.

"Y-you, really? You've been thinking about me all day?"

Justin laid back in his bed, oh, how he loved to tease, it was so fun to make others blush.

"Oh yeah, babe, I love dudes with your body type, huge and thick, I bet you got a monster cock on you, don't you, big bear?"

Tim's mouth ran dry again, he started to breathe heavily and his heart flushed hot blood through his system.

"Uh...I...suppose. Um...Do you want to maybe, hang out sometime?"

Justin scratched his chin, of course he did, he just needed to find something irresistible to say.

"You bet I do, I hope we can hang out in your bed, if you know what I mean. I like to chat online, how about you meet me there? And we can get to know each other a lot butter. My MSN is JusinOnxyMute-at-hotmail-dot-com, I'll be waiting for you, stud."

Tim nodded and reached over to his laptop, quickly entering the username into his MSN and getting the profile saved.

"Alright, J-justin, I guess I will see you online, umm, see you!"

Justin ended the call and tossed his phone to the side. He turned to his computer screen and waited for the chat invitation to be sent.

"Damn, I wish I could have seen his cheeks, blushing is so damn cute."

Justin leaned back in the chair, his arms back behind his head repositioning the cap on his head, the wide ears sticking out on either side as a grin came to his face as Tim's username caught his ice blue gaze.

*******

"Hey big brother!"

Blake smiled wide as he answered his phone to see it was Scotty.

"Hey Scott! How are things going back home? I hope you did not break the present I got you."

Scott just sighed.

"No, duh. How are things going at college? Failing any classes?"

Blake scoffed onto the phone.

"No, I am not like you, Scotty. Classes are going good, got some accounting, an English class, Carla is in my Calculus class, I had no idea how smart she was with math, dude, she is genius!"

Scott just laughed, thinking that statement was a lie.

"She is too crazy and jumpy to be smart! Have you made any new friends and stuff?"

Blake rolled his eyes, Scott did not really like Carla, she was too happy for his tastes.

"Yeah, got a few new friends, there are some really nice people down here, nothing bad yet. Wes is doing really good, you want to talk to him?"

Scotty wagged his fluffy tail a bit at hearing that.

"Yeah! But there are some things I need to tell you, first of all, Casey has that H2N2 disease, she has been at home and I can't even visit her! She is getting better, though. Remember Charlie? That skunk that was there when Wes got shot, he is dead!"

Blake's eyes widened and he gasped.

"Dead? How did that happen?"

"Apparently he was drunk driving and ran off of an icy road, he was the only one who died, he didn't hit anyone, just by himself, the car knocked over an electrical pole and took the power out of Maple Grove, where Mr. Kellogg lives. It was kind of cool though, he lost the progress on making a test for us that night, so it was postponed!"

Blake was still in shock.

"Scott, that's not cool at all! He died, even if he was a scumbag, still, he is gone forever now. He never had an opportunity to ask for forgiveness."

Scott grumbled a bit, but yeah, his brother was right.

"Yeah...I guess you are right, bro. Let me talk to Wes!"

Blake shook his head and got the attention of his boyfriend, who he was actually laying on top of during the whole conversation, both of them sprawled out on the sofa in the living room.

As Wes engaged in conversation, Blake's mind starting thinking, wow, Charlie was dead, and the last time he saw him was at the parking lot when Wes got shot almost a year ago...Sure, he was a drunk, abusive, and stupid, but no one really deserves to die. The Shepherd just hoped that all of his friends would be safe, too, he was not sure what he would do if he learned someone close to him got hurt.

Malcolm was curled up on his bed, reading a book as he tried to study for a test he had the next day, it was mid-February and he knew that he was not doing as well as he normally had done in his classes, a deep sigh came from his muzzle as he closed the book, unable to concentrate. The Dalmatian threw himself back onto his bed and looked at the door, Nate was out in the living room watching television. Malcolm had developed this silence with him ever since they had sex, something had been eating away at him horribly, and it made him feel awful, so much so that he could not face Nate much anymore.

The one who had been really feeling awful was Nate. He had no idea what he had done, and he feared talking to Malcolm because he thought he had hurt him someone, Nate was not the best at talking out his problems, so it was not easy for him to talk about relationships and feelings.

Wes had even noticed they were kind of quiet with each other in class, they rarely spoke to each other, even though he thought they were a couple now. Since he did not know much about their personal life, he was left confused figured it was best to let them sort things out, being a new couple and all.

Malcolm sniffed loudly, so many things he wanted to say...but did Nate want to listen or was he avoiding him too? Was there something wrong with him? Maybe Malcolm figured he was not good enough for Nate, someone as charming, good looking, and athletic as Nate should not be stuck with some bookworm, skinny, computer nerd like himself.

What was he going to do...he knew his mother would not know what to say, this was out of her league, but...maybe she did know. He had not talked to her in a while.

"Mom?"

Darlene set down her laptop as she focused on her phone.

"Hello, baby boy. It's nice to hear that you decided to call your mother for once!"

Malcolm gulped, this was something new to talk about...

"Yeah, I'm sorry, mom, but...I've been busy with school and I kind of...umm...have something I want to talk to you about."

Darlene crossed her legs, running a paw through her long, black, head fur and pushing up her glasses.

"What do you want to talk about, honey?"

Malcolm sighed and looked around the room.

"I...have this...boy I like, but...I'm not sure how to tell him, I guess that sounds right."

Darlene smiled, her son had never talked about relationships, this was new, and honestly, very interesting!"

"Well, sonny, tell me about him!"

Malcolm smiled a bit.

"Let's see, he is a Doberman, he is really good at sports, mainly boxing, his parents own a realtor agency in the city, so they have a lot of money. He is not smart like me, but he tries really hard and is willing to learn new things. He is very sweet...caring...protective...charming...and, just a great guy. The thing is...I don't think I deserve him."

Darlene just shook her head.

"Have you told him any of those things?"

Malcolm's ears perked.

"What do you mean?"

Darlene sighed.

"Have you told him any of those things you like about him to his face?"

Malcolm looked to this side.

"Umm, I think I have..."

Darlene scoffed, this was too easy of a problem, honestly! She figured her son could do better.

"Tell him what you like about him, tell him every single thing that makes you happy about him, don't go thinking you don't deserve him, you can't think for him! Every person thinks for themselves, or should, at least, he has a mind and to him, you might be all he could ever want! But if you feel that way, you are just going to be pushed farther and farther apart until you lose that bond and just end up wishing you would have said something! Stop waiting and tell him! You find him, and you tell him to his face what you like about him and if he does nothing, than he really does not care about you."

Malcolm just lowered his head, his mom...was right. He never really did tell him why he liked him, he was just too shy to talk like that, but he knew what he had to do now. He opened his eyes and looked forward out of the snowy window, this silence had to end.

"Thank you, mom, I feel better already."

Darlene tilted her head.

"Already? That's it? Come on, there has to be more!"

Malcolm shook his head.

"Nope, I know that to do now, thank you mom, I love you."

His mom sighed, nodding to him.

"Alright, baby boy, just do what I said! Mom always knows, and if it does not work, then forget him! Love you too!"

Malcolm closed his phone and hugged it.

"Nate..."

Malcolm jumped from his bed, ripped open the door, there was the Doberman, he was there the whole time, but he felt so far away, no more, it was time to bring him back.

Malcolm jumped onto the sofa, ripped the remote out of Nate's paws, flipped off the television, and placed his paws in the larger pair that belonged to Nate, who looked at him quizzically.

"Hey, are you...ok?

Malcolm grinned and nodded.

"I'm more than ok, listen, Nate...there are a lot of things I need to tell you.

Nate tilted his head, his ears perking high to listen.

"Go on, babe, tell me."

Malcolm took a deep gulp.

"Nathan, there are so many things that I like about you...You are just so handsome, I love to look at your body and it sends chills down my spine when you flex for me. You are so caring, I can't believe your brother would hurt you like that when you are so sweet and try your best to make people comfortable and happy."

Nate's cheeks turned a little red, he could feel his docked tail start to waggle a bit.

"You are so talented, I love the pictures you draw for me, every time I see them, I am just amazed by how you did that with just a pencil and paper, each drawing is one of a kind, something no one else can own, and no one can have them but me! Every poem and story, brilliant works of art with no comparison. You are so protective, like when you cradled me during that thunderstorm long ago, I am not afraid of them anymore because of you, and I have gotten over a lot of my fears because of you, because you showed me to meet them head on, something my father never got to teach me."

Nate was grinning wider, he turned to face Malcolm on the soft, holding his paws tightly, his tail in a full waggle as his heart felt as if it were getting bigger.

"You always remember the important things, the things I like, the things I don't, my favorite foods and candy and jokes that make me laugh and games we play. You are so responsible, always meeting challenges head on and finding a way to fix them, never letting anyone down and finishing what you started. You make me laugh, smile, feel warm inside, something no one has been able to do, I've always been shy and just unable to express myself, but Nathan, I know what I am about to say now."

Nate held the paws tightly; all of this was happening so fast, and blood rushed through his veins, his heart pounded, as he looked into Malcolm's gorgeous eyes.

"Tell me, Malcolm."

Malcolm took a deep breath.

"Nathan, that night we had sex, I felt horrible after it because I did not share the right feelings for you, the person I imagined losing my virginity to was to be very special to my heart, the one who means everything to me...and back then...I was not ready for it...but that's in the past..."

Malcolm looked into Nate's eyes, he felt a wave of confidence as he was about to say something he should have said a long time ago.

"Nathan Corey Meyers, I love you! I love you with all of my heart, and, I want to be with you!"

Nate's muzzle hang open as he words hit him, making him whimper softly and pull Nate into a tight hug, his lips kissing over the Dalmatian's cheeks, as he held him close to his body, his calming scent overtaking his sensitive nose.

"Oh God, Malcolm...I've been waiting for you to say that for so long, I thought you did not like me...I'm not really good at talking, but...I love you too, you are really something special, not another curious guy wanting to play with my dick, but...you love me for me, who I am, and...it makes me feel really good."

Malcolm felt a tear come to his eye, this was what he wanted so long, this moment, it was missing after the sex they had so long ago, and now, it was complete. Their lives would be intertwined from this moment on, together, and it felt really good, for both of them.

*******

"...What is this supposed to be?"

Drew muttered to himself as he stood outside of the duplex, having just arrived home from class, he noticed a big 'For Sale' sign standing outside in the snow. A bit curious, he started walking up to the porch only to see Travis exit the other side of the house, he waved him down to ask about the sign.

"Hey Trav! What is with the for sale sign there? What's that all about?"

Travis looked to the sign and back to the hyena, then he remembered.

"Oh yeah, didn't you get a call from the landlord? She is selling the house because of the shitty economy and she can't afford to stay in the landlord-ing business anymore, tough times, yeah? Anyway, after someone else buys it, nothing should happen, unless they want to do something else with this place, y'know?"

Drew rubbed his chin and nodded, he just hoped someone cool would buy the house and not want to kick them out or anything, this was way out of his control and there was nothing he could say or do if something bad happened.

Marcos was busy in his room, writing away at some new songs. Lately, he had been in a love-themed kind of mood for music, including writing a very special song indeed for a certain horse he had just met. But why he wrote it he was not sure, he did not even know if he was eligible to date or anything, he would have to ask, but what if he really offended him and lost a new friend already? That would truly suck.

However, Marcos did invite Ben to a party he was hosting next week, it was to be on the first of March, right after a concert his band would be performing. There was sure to be lots of alcohol, food, friends, and girls, well, for the other band mates, that is. He checked over the guitar calendar on the wall, that was only a week away! He had to hurry and get some new songs down for a fresh performance.

Little did anyone know, a Camaro with a very suspicious opossum slowly drove by the house. The unsavory figure smiled as he quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket and quickly came into contact with his superior. He held the phone to his ear and waited for his voice.

"...Yes, Famine?"

The possum checked the rearview mirror, this discovery would be perfect.

"Victor, I have some interesting news."

The lion closed his Bible, the gold bookmark holding the place of the page he had read probably dozens of times.

"Yes, please tell me."

"You know the house Lewis lives at, the one you tell me to check every so often. It's up for sale now."

Victor sat forward, the words ringing in his mind and conjuring up a delightful idea.

"Thank you, Famine, this is good news indeed. Tell me the number and the realtor company, I know just how to shine some swift justice onto that heathen, oh yes, this will be very fun."

Victor grinned, the information written down and in his grasp as he ran a paw through his mane, adjusting his glasses and slipping the phone back into his pocket to go back to his Bible reading.

Bill gleefully sat down a bit plate of spaghetti with meatballs in front of his beloved boyfriend, giving him a kiss on the forehead before clopping over to his own seat across from him to join his own plate, giggling as he lifted his fork.

"God, I love your spaghetti, Billy, you are such a damn good cook!"

As Drew started to dig in, Bill could only help but giggle.

"And I love balls, Drew! I mean...meatballs...well, your balls, too...Oh my!"

Bill slapped himself on the forehead as he grunted, Drew simply chuckled and licked his lips clean.

"You are such a goof, Bill, you always know how to make me smile, and yes, you will get some nice balls tonight, I can guarantee that."

Bill perked up, his wide ears wiggling as he clapped his hands playfully.

"Oh boy! Looks like I am getting dessert tonight! I am such a lucky bull to have such a perfect man in my life...I love you, Drew."

Bill tilted his head happily and smiled, Drew just winked at him and smiled back.

"And I love you too, chef Billy, I guess they way to my heart is through my stomach, cuz this stuff is so good!"

Meanwhile, things were not as delightful at the Kellogg household

"....This looks like POOP!!!"

Heidi covered her snout and turned away from the meatloaf her father had made for dinner.

"Now, now! This is really good, trust me, looks aren't everything!"

Ashley slowly turned to him, her face twisted in a repulsed manner.

"Uhh...Yeah they are, dad. This kinda looks like a piece of wood..."

Mr. Kellogg just snorted as he crossed his arms at his disrespectful daughters.

"Fine! I would love to see you two cook something! Then I can make fun of it! Ha!"

The girls sighed as their papa cut into the loaf, distributing it...and sure enough, it did not taste bad at all, but they were too proud to admit it.

*******

Tim was so nervous as he waited at his apartment, Justin was going to be there soon for a first date with the malamute. They had done a lot of chatting online and on campus, but this was the first time they would actually be on a real date.

The bear had learned quite a few things about Justin, one was that he was very horny, the dog claimed he had never gone a day without pawing off. Two was that he is very big, down there, not afraid to show Tim pictures online and tell him how big he was right off of the bat. Three was that he was not afraid to push boundaries, he was bisexual and loved to push the buttons of both genders, getting people to blush was something he enjoyed seeing.

Tim almost fell off of his bed when he heard the knocking at his door, he quickly composed himself and made his way to the door, his paw shakily reached out and grabbed it, undoing the lock with the other paw then swinging the door wide open.

Justin was leaned against the frame, as if he had been waiting for him the whole time, he simply lifted his head, the ice blue orbs meeting Tim's and freezing him with that gaze as he nodded approvingly.

"Damn you look good, Tim. Ready to bounce?"

Tim nodded and shyly walked out of the door, locking it behind him and joining Justin's side as they made their way to the parking lot. Justin was wearing another tight tank top that evening, another pair of snugly fitting jeans, and a thick coat with a fuzzy hood that was up over his head, and under that, his signature baseball cap.

As they exited the building, Tim felt something grab his butt, naturally, it was Justin, it got a little blush out of him, but wow, this malamute sure was frisky! Then again, he knew this, Justin had proclaimed many times on how he wanted Tim inside of him and vice-a-verse-a. Justin was going to do the driving, Tim could not believe as they made their way to his ice blue Chevrolet Corvette, it was beautiful.

"I-is this really your car, Justin?"

The malamute nodded as he opened the door for the bear.

"Hell yeah, stud, got it for my eighteenth birthday, I am my parents' only kid, so I get spoiled."

Tim got into the car, it still had the newer smell, it was amazing, something he could have never of imagined having. Justin clearly had it made, the only child, rich parents, great body, he just seemed...perfect.

The V8 engine roared as it tore out of the parking lot, the cold February streets of Quincy were busy with traffic as they made their way to Justin's favorite restaurant, Outback Steakhouse. Tim had never been there, but he always heard how good it was, but pricey, and he was really excited to finally get to try the place out.

Tim was on cloud nine, the steak was one of the best he had ever had, not to mention the appetizer Justin picked out, the meal was more than he had ever expected to have, and best of all, Justin told him he would pick up the bill.

As they waited for dessert, they got into some more conversation.

"Timmy, has that 'coon been giving you any more trouble?"

Justin asked with his elbows on the table, his chin resting on his paws, eyes focused on the Kodiak. Tim shook his head.

"Nah, he has been afraid to talk to me ever since. I really can't thank you enough for helping me that day, I would probably be without my laptop now."

The malamute chuckled and leaned back, putting his arms behind his head, giving his chest a good flex for the bear to see, the tightly mounded pectorals dancing for him.

"Good, and through that little shit, I got to meet this big bear...Damn, I should take you into the bathroom and have you fuck me right now..."

Tim lurched forward, almost spilling his soda, once again, cheeks turning red, damn, this guy was not afraid to speak his mind, but Tim wondered which head was doing all of the thinking.

"Uhh, yeah, that would be kind of hot...but it's our first date...and I don't want to get caught and go to jail."

Justin just chuckled again.

"I've done it lots of times...shit, I've fucked a bitch in a church bathroom, been sucked off by a dude in a photo booth, took a cock in the ass at a movie theater, doin' stuff in public really gets me off, big bear."

Tim was trying to keep his ears from getting red, sure, he had thought about it, but now was not the time to be doing something in public, and on the first date, he would rather be at home to do something like that.

The dessert, which was just as amazing as the appetizer and main course, left both of their stomachs contented and Justin's credit card even more full than the both of them. As they made their way to the car, the frisky malamute slipped his paw into Tim's back pocket, the bear looked at him to see him smirk and felt his rump get pinched, he grinned and did the same, giving the 'mute's curly tail a tug and lightly slapping his firm ass.

The car ride back home was very friendly, Justin would always reach over to Tim's crotch and give it a friendly grope at every stop like, the bear would just smiled and lean back and let him go at it, it did feel good, after all. Tim was a little apprehensive about having sex on the first date, but he could tell that Justin really wanted it, and he was sure how it was going to happen, as well.

The door was almost busted down as they entered the dark apartment, Justin was all over Tim, his strong arms wrapped around him, his muzzle at his neck, kissing and licking as he murred deeply, his tuft of chin fur rubbing against the bear's cheek, Tim could feel the malamute's throbbing erection in his pants, making quite the noticeable bulge as he was assaulted by his date.

Right now, Tim was not in the state of mind to stop him, he wanted something like this, he wanted the attention at the moment, and this stud was surely enough to give it to him, Tim was blushing and felt really good, why stop now?

The Kodiak new that Justin liked roughness, time to impress him, he wrapped his strong paws around the malamute's thickly muscled neck and squeezed it slowly, Justin's muzzle let out a stifled moan as Tim leaned in close.

"Get your ass into my room...bitch."

Justin, this time, felt himself a bit, as he was led by the neck into Tim's dark bedroom, the two tripping over items and knocking an unnamed object from a shelf, Tim released Justin by shoving him by the upper torso onto his bed, the 'mute falling back with a grunt and Tim could hear him taking his pants off, the room was almost pitch black, minus the dim lights coming in through the curtained window.

Tim took the time to undo his pants, he knew Justin wanted to bottom, he dog had practically been begging him to be taken by him. He felt his pants be pulled down from him, the hungry dog wanted his bone, now, and sure enough, the bear's eight inch pole was freed from his boxers, sticking out into the darkness ready for attention.

Justin quickly dropped to his knees, easily scenting the location of the bear's penis in the darkened room, and latching on, wasting no time in greedily sucking it, murring loudly as he relentlessly sucked on it, his rough tongue torturing the sensitive tip inside of his muzzle.

Tim's chest rumbled deeply as he grabbed the malamute's head and thrusted slowly and powerfully into his warm muzzle, Tim's six inch girth was no match for the skilled muzzle, Justin took in the whole thing, his nose burying into the tuft of the bears pubic fur. Tim stepped out of his black baggy jeans and kicked them to the side, sitting on the bed and holding Justin's face as they moved as one, he leaned back a bit and let out a loud, stifled moan as the malamute assaulted his cock with heavy sucking and hungry tongue laps, a warm paw grasped Tim's plum sized balls and gave them a rough tug and squeeze, making him grunt and growl deep in his chest.

Justin pulled his muzzle away, licking his lips hungrily, and then lifting Tim's shirt to lick his big bear tummy, his coarse fur sticking to his tongue, the bear huffed deeply as he pulled his shirt off.

"God, you are such a sexy bear...I want you inside of me now..."

Tim gulped, he had not had sex in quite some time, and it was sure to feel it again, but this just felt like it was going too fast. He watched Justin's faint outline stand, his white fur much easier to see, Tim got a good view of his chest, his abs, a solid eight back chiseled into his torso, and finally, Tim was looking at something he had seen only in pictures Justin had shown him, his swollen canine cock, standing a little over ten inches, the smell of musk slapping Tim's nose as he shook his head.

"Damn...you are huge, Justin..."

Tim was not the dominate type, he preferred to be the bottom, but he was ok to top this guy since he had been greatly encouraged too in the week they had known each other. The malamute stroked his cock in front of Tim, murring loudly and rubbing over his abs with the free paw.

"Don't worry, I'll let you have your chance, big bear...but tonight, my ass is yours..."

Justin grabbed the pants he had tossed to the floor and reached into the back pocket and pulled out a condom, something he always had with him.

"Time to get suited up, big bear..."

Justin opened the latex safety device, tossing the wrap to the floor and applying it onto Tim's cock for him, a snug fit. Without warning, Justin pounced, pinning Tim to his bed and the big, heavy dog on top of him, the bed squealed as both of their weight was added to it.

"D-damn...you really want it, don't you...pup..."

Justin just leaned in and licked over Tim's face, Tim could feel his protected dick press against the malamute's willing ass.

"Fuck yeah, big bear...I'm going with no lube, either...I love how it feels..."

Tim grunted and growled a bit as he felt his tip start to push against Justin's pucker, it was easily sliding in the with the condom, it had to have been one of those pre-slicked kinds. Tim was still not sure if this was right, this is too soon...but it felt so good! Before he knew it, he was hilted inside of Justin, the big dog sitting right on his cock, rubbing over his body for the bear to hardly see into dark room.

"Mmm...you feel so nice inside of me, Timmy...Ooooh...Ready to fuck me nice and hard?"

Tim nodded, breathing heavily trying to focus, his strong paws grabbing onto Justin's waste and he started to thrust into the malamute on top of him, already the bed was clanging against the wall, and overly-noisily, too.

Justin loved topping and bottoming equally, Tim definitely not the biggest he had taken, but it always felt good to have something in there assaulting his prostate, making a long strand of pre drip down onto Tim's belly fur, the long canine cock bobbing in the air as waves of pleasure shot up and down his spine, Justin's paws coming to his nipples to pinch them roughly, making him moan loudly and pant for air.

Tim felt something happen inside of, him, this...sudden rage of sorts started to build up, some sort of unnamed feeling, not pleasure or lust or love or anything, he just wanted to ravage Justin's warm pucker.

Justin felt himself get pulled to the bed, he was spun around, no longer facing Tim as they both now laid on their sides on his bed, he felt the cock remove from his hungry pucker.

"Whoa, big bear...whatcha...WHOA!! ARG!!!"

Tim wrapped his arms around Justin's pinning them to his sides and lifting a leg over the other pair to keep them from moving, and he slammed his cock into Justin's ass, hilting and pulling back over and over, loud rumbles and growls escaping from his chest as a surge of pleasure took over him from fucking the malamute's precious pucker. Tim was relentless, making Justin holler in pleasure and pain as he fucked him roughly, the bed threatening to fall apart under them as his large body thrusted hard into Justin, of course, the dog was really starting to love it now, moaning and whimpering loudly as he managed to grap his hard cock, the knot already formed, and start pawing himself off.

"Oooh FUCK! Fuck me, big bear, slam into me with all you got! Fuck yes! Uuugh!!"

Justin was screaming in pleasure, his hat feel off of his head, his body was shaking in pleasure, and surely enough, his fuzzy white balls pulled into his body as he leaned back, his head resting on Tim's shoulder, and a fresh load of hot dog seemed shooting forth and hosing down Tim's bed sheets, Tim inhaled the musky sperm and bit down onto Justin's shoulder, making him howl as he unrelentlessly took him.

Tim growled and let go of the shoulder he had bitten in, throwing his head back this time and letting out a deep roar, Justin felt the condom get warm was Tim filled it deep inside of his anal passage, continuing to grunt and thrust in short slams as he pounded the tight passage, letting it milk his balls into the latex balloon.

Time passed, and it allowed the two to catch their breaths and let their pulses return to normal, enjoying the afterglow as Tim's arms slowly wrapped around Justin's warm body, holding him close.

"Did...I hurt you, Justin?"

The malamute chuckled and shook his head, running a paw over his chest then to Tim's arm.

"Not at all, that was really good, big bear, you did it just how I wanted to...Can't wait to do it again..."

Tim grunted and rested his head on Justin's shoulder, enjoying the company after being alone for such a long time. He closed his eyes and though to himself...he never got that rough before, and was having sex on the first date really a good thing to do? What happened to the shy Tim that he was...Maybe he grew up a bit and figured being shy was the reason he was getting nowhere, but...this still did not feel like the right thing to do, he just grumbled as his conscience battled with his logic.

*******

March was almost ready to begin, and this month was to usher in the beginning of the spring sports teams, like track, basketball, and wrestling. Cherryvale was mostly known for its basketball team, the Warriors, and their near-perfect reputation. The wrestling them was not the greatest, but Wes did not care, as he had joined it anyhow.

It was the first day the team would be getting together, they were all gathered at the gymnasium, its walls echoed with loud, masculine chatter. The officials were very shocked with Wes's size for his age, as well as his record for the matches he had participated in during High School; Coach Zappia could already tell he was a pro.

"Alright! Y'all gather 'round over here!"

The zebra coach blew his whistle and all of the students made their way over to him.

"Nice of y'all to join on the first day of practice, again, I congratulate y'all for bein' qualified to be on Cherryvale's wrestling team. Now, I want y'all to make your way into the locker room and get geared up, we got some sortin' to do today."

The zebra blew the whistle again and pointed to the locker rooms as the guys made their way inside to receive and try on their gear.

Wes was really excited to get to wrestle again, he looked around the locker room to see the other students, these guys were a lot bigger than the ones he had known down south, then again, they were older, too. He was glad he was not one of the smaller lightweight wrestlers, though they may appeared big for their size, they were still dwarfed by the heavyweight wrestlers, which Wes was a part of.

Wes took the singlet out of his duffle bag, Cherryvale's colors were blue and gold, the main part of the uniform being blue and surrounded in gold trim, the name on the back done in orange lettering, and his read 'Turner' in big capital letters. He simply smiled as he began to strip down, as others were as well, he took a quick moment to see who he was next to. The locker room was divided into three rows of lockers, a bench sitting between the rows for people to sit on when needed, the white and grey tiled showers in the back and the coach's and medical offices in the front.

Wes noticed a large tiger to his right, almost as tall as him, who seemed to be having trouble getting out of his shirt, as it appeared quite tight on him, Wes decided to use some humor.

"Need some help, partner?"

The tiger looked over at him, squinting a bit and then managing the shirt over his head, showing off his incredibly ripped torso, his fur coloration of orange, black, and white was, to be honest, beautiful.

"Nnnnah...Just...mind yer business, big guy."

He seemed to be slurring a bit, like he was a bit disorientated, Wes looked down at his singlet he had sat on the bench, 'Yates' in big letters written on the backside. Wes just looked back to his face as the tiger rubbed his forehead.

"Jus' tryin' to be friendly, ain't no harm."

The tiger shook his head a bit and sighed.

"Alright, you can call me By, that's all you need to know."

Wes already knew his last name, that was kind of a give in, might as well leave him be for now.

Everyone finally changed and was out of the locker room and seated and standing around the bleachers in the gym, waiting for the coach to come out and instruct them on their next move. Coach Zappia clopped out onto the wrestling mat, clipboard in hand, and that darn whistle around his neck as he gave it a peep to get everyone's attention.

"Now listen up! I want all lightweight wrestlers to meet down at the far mat to my right and meet my assistant, Tony."

He gave a demanding point to his right and all of the smaller competitors made their way to the second wrestling mat.

"All of you big guys are sticking with me today at this mat. First thing's first, I'm going to designate you a partner today to practice with, and no trading!"

The coach went down the list and called everyone's partner, Wes saw the tiger he had met get paired up with a gorilla whom he did not know. Wes's last name was called, followed by a last name that sounded familiar, Meyer. He looked around and saw the name on the back of someone's singlet, he sure was big, and a canine too, a Doberman, in fact. Wes made an effort to meet him, coming right up to him and getting his attention, the Dobie looked him over and made a half-smile.

"I guess you are Turner, I'm Phil, I suppose you are a freshman, right?"

Wes smiled and nodded to this new acquaintance, though he swear he knew him from somewhere.

"Yup, this is muh first year here, I like this place, it's real nice. What year are yuh, Phil?"

Phil could not help but have his eyes wander to Wes's bulge...damn...

"Uuh...I'm a Junior...you are really huge for a freshman..."

Wes chuckled and patted Phil on the shoulder, making Phil a little more uncomfortable because he was almost knocked down, this kid was strong!

"Yup, I guess I am kinda big."

Wes lifted his arm and gave Phil a flex, the massive bicep bulging forth for the Doberman to see. Phil rubbed the back of his neck, he was pretty big himself, but he did not have as much mass as the bull terrier, and...damn...thoughts were running through his mind right now...

Phil had not spoken much to Nate since the day his little brother moved out, and each day that went by, he still wished he was there, but his stupid mind hated him for being able to be so different and still receive as much praise as Phil, who always worked harder for things.

But Phil was certain of one thing, all of these guys were starting to turn him on. He was not sure if he was fully gay or straight, but he would settle with being bisexual. He just put on a 'straight' face to keep his parents from rejecting him, but sure enough, when his little brother tells them how he is, they accept him with no issues at all, something Phil was afraid to do, so now here he was, locked away in himself and insanely jealous of Nate.

There were only two types he liked, really big ones like himself, or really small ones with effeminate body types, but not cross dressing. Overweight, nerdy, hairy, too old, too young, feminine, he did his best to keep away from ones like that. Needless to say, Wes was definitely on Phil's list, now, he just could not keep his eyes off of him, especially his bulge.

A peep of the whistle caught everyone's attention again.

"Listen up! Y'all are going to get into the ring for some friendly matches to see if you still remember the rules and test to see who is stronger, getting to know how your powerful your opponent is by his size is important!"

Wes and Phil sat down on the bleachers, watching each team get into the ring for a friendly match, Wes could feel Phil stare at him every so often, then again, it was not uncommon for guys to get curious of each other, Phil was pretty handsome in Wes's eyes, but he already had the most handsome dog he could ever want.

They watched By wrestle the gorilla, and it did not last long, the tiger was quickly pinned, he seemed really lost, like he left his mind at home. Phil leaned over to Wes.

"See that tiger? That is Yates's son, you know, one of the Deans of the University, his family is really powerful, I hear that his dad hates him because he is a drunk and a real asshole."

Wes tilted his head and looked at Phil, then back over to the tiger as he was helped up, holding his head and roaring a bit as he stomped off of the mat, slamming his muscled ass down onto the bleachers. First impressions are the ones remembered the most, and this guy didn't seem to be the nicest or that much of a team player.

Coach Zappia called for Wes and Phil to enter the ring, and after a bit of encouragement from coach, they got into position and were ready to face each other, making sure all of their gear was properly attached so there would be no injuries. With a shriek of the whistle they began

Phil could feel himself being pushed back as they grappled each other, Wes was so damn strong! They went down to the floor, fighting over control and trying not to get pinned down to the floor and lose the match, Wes grunted very loud, and it was so guttural, it was really turning Phil on now.

Wes managed to get on top of Phil, his armpit getting shoved into the Doberman's cheek, he could smell Wes's cologne and his masculine scent, more of a turn on, oh shit! He was starting to get hard now! He could feel his sheath grow, Wes strong body pushing into him was no help. Phil managed to get out of the pin and had his arms around Wes's waist, but his paw slipped and he grabbed his ass, he quickly let go, the touch of the firm rump made him start to blush and get harder, hoping no one would notice the growing erection he had in his singlet.

The scuffled some more, this match seemed like it was taking forever! Phil was now fully hard beyond his control as he tried his best not to get pinned still, but then, he felt Wes's strong paw accidentally grab his throbbing erection, this really made things hot. Wes felt it and just shrugged it off, this had happened lots of times in high school, people often got erections from the close combat, but he knew this could be an advantage!

Wes managed to get on top, both of them were getting pretty sweaty from the intense action, Wes used Phil's boner to his advantage, grinding his crotch into it as he tried to pin him, this was it for Phil, feeling his stiff cock being ground into was enough and he let out a loud grunt and gave up, the coach declaring Was as the winner of the practice match.

As Coach stepped in to pat Wes on the back, Phil quickly made his way to the bathroom, running as if he was about to have an accident in his singlet. Wes just watched him run and grinned, knowing why he was in such a hurry to get there, his tail wagged a bit with satisfaction from getting the upper hand as he sat down on the bleachers again, next to the tiger, who looked over in his direction.

"What did you do to that guy..."

Wes simply shrugged.

"Dunno, guess he's gotta go."

The tiger just grunted and leaned back, placing his paws behind his head and closing his eyes tightly as the rest of the teams met in the ring to practice.

Phil, on the other paw, was doing something much different. He locked himself into one of the stalls in the bathroom, his singlet down at his ankles, his rock hard erection in his paw, stroking it furiously as his other paw gripped behind his knot, holding himself in a false tie.

"Ffffuck...Damn...he just had to...be so...damn...big...and...UGH!!!"

With a loud grunt and a clamping of his lips shut to not draw attention, his throbbing seven inches of Doberman cock shot forth into the toilet, splashing into the bowl as he bucked his powerful hips forward, getting into the orgasm and panting heavily after, his huge chest heaving up and down as he gave his cock on last squeeze to let the remaining drops of his seed ooze down into the toilet.

He leaned his heavy body against the stall wall, panting and catching his breath, running a paw over his swollen abs as he felt sapped from strength.

"Damn...I need to...hook up with that guy..."

After practice, everyone was back into the locker room, changing into their street clothes and ready to head home or to other classes for the rest of the day. The tiger said nothing to Wes, just staggered out of the place to do who knows what, but Wes noticed that Phil stayed around.

Wes could hear and feel Phil behind him as he walked down one of the hallways to exit the gym, it was empty for the moment, so Phil used this to his advantage this time.

"Hey! Big guy!"

Wes slowly turned to him, giving him a smile at first.

"Hey...Phil, was it? How yuh doin'?"

Phil caught up to him and stood right in front of Wes, his smile was wide, and was utterly confident now.

"Oh, I'm doing really good after today...You know...you really are...something else, big guy. Really strong...powerful...handsome..."

Wes cocked an eyebrow at this statement, Phil was talking to him in a slow, kind of lusty tone, things were getting pretty interesting now.

"Oh, well, shucks, thanks, Phil. Yur not too bad've a guy yurself."

Phil could not take it anymore, Wes's goatee, his strong lips, those deep emerald eyes, his scent, he wanted it! The big Doberman pursed his lips and leaned in, getting them close to Wes for a full blown kiss to the muzzle, but what he did not anticipate was to be shoved back. Phil let out a growl as he regained his composure.

"What the hell! Don't you want a kiss?"

Wes just shook his head.

"Yur really need to learn yur manners, first of all, I already got muhself a man, second of all, I dun kiss people I barely know."

Phil felt crushed, damn it! He found a hot gay guy that just set off every sense of attraction in his mind, and now it was all gone. He just mumbled and growled, crossing his arms as Wes walked away.

"Fine! Whatever! I don't care!"

But really, he did, a whole bunch of emotions flooded into his mind, he wanted to cry, to break someone's skull, to scream, but he just stormed off in the other direction, leaving through another exit in the huge building and going straight home to pump some iron in his garage and blare his music. It was a good think Nate no longer lived with him, because he probably would have ended up a punching bag.

*******

"So...mind telling us what the big fuss is about?"

Steph asked as she was sitting with her legs crossed on the Victorian sofa, Garrett seated next to her, naturally, in Buttercup's Gothic grand estate.

"Yes, Timothy, I must say, you have been more cheerful than usual, not that it is a bad thing, chap."

Carla kicked her legs in the big armchair as she sipped some of the tea Buttercup had made.

"I bet I know! Timmy found a nice boyfriend!"

Tim pursed his lips and blushed a bit, his surprise ruined already.

"Umm...yeah, actually, you are right."

Almost as if she had won the lottery, Steph leaped from the sofa and wrapped her arms around Tim, hugging him tightly and giving him a crimson lipstick kiss on the cheek.

"About time! Tell us all about him."

Tim fumbled with his paws a bit as he looked around at his friends, wondering where to start.

"Well, lets see...he is a malamute, really...big bodied, like Garrett, just...he is so...incredibly handsome and passionate...just a great guy. He is on a lot or sport teams, like football and basketball, he has a really nice car and he has a lot of money."

Garrett chuckled.

"Oh Timothy, you sound like a gold-digger! Never talk about the amount of money your significant other has, how rude!"

Tim rubbed his chin and nodded.

"Yeah, you are right, anyway, he is just so great to me, always takes me out to places, he kind of spoils me."

Steph tilted her head and waved a paw at him, her bracelets clinking together.

"Hello, Timmy! Does he have a name?"

Tim snapped out of his daze.

"Oh...oh yeah! Justin Moore, he is a junior."

Buttercup's ears perked at the sound of this name, as she was in the same class as him. She squinted her eyes, the gothic gears in her mind clicking and bringing up familiar images of that malamute, was this really who Tim was dating now?

Carla bounced in her chair.

"I am so happy you have a boy now, Timmy! Too bad that cute little guy slipped through your paws, what was his name...Malcolm? Yeah! Him!"

Tim looked down at the floor, yeah, Malcolm was adorable, but...he chose a different guy, that was all water under the bridge now, they could still be friends, or at least, he hoped.

Garrett rubbed his paws together.

"How long have you been an item, Timothy?"

Tim just smiled, remembering that first date.

"About a week now, he already tells me plans about having me move in with him."

Steph laid her head on Garrett's shoulder and purred slightly.

"Well, Timmy-bear, I really hope for the best with you two! I can't believe I don't recall his face, goes to show how many people go to this crazy college, eh?"

Carla could not help but nod and giggle.

"Oh yeah! There are so many students here, my old high school only equals a fraction of the alumni here, its crazy!"

Buttercup was still locked away in her mind, thoughts running though a mile a minute as she pondered deeply, should she voice her opinion, or remain in the shadows as she normally does?

Carla sprang from her chair and gave Tim one last hug.

"Well, I need to get going, I have to help my aunt paint her house, I better not get any in my fur, or I will be mad! Goodbye everyone! I can't wait to meet Justin, Timmy!"

Buttercup took this moment to get from her seat and show Carla to the door, as she made her way to the living room, she passed her chatty friends and made her way to her studio, her crimson heels clopping on the wood floor and echoing in the hallway.

The collie got to work, getting onto her computer and searching though her vast collection of photographs and videos she had captured over the years, her finger was madly clicking through the vast labyrinth of filenames.

"...Moore..."

She had arrived at what she was looking for, many, many photographs she had captured of that malamute, she knew it was him because he had that ridiculous hat on all of the time. There he was...over and over...a new person around his arm in every photograph. Girls with large breasts, guys his size or bigger, that is what he preferred, and he had plenty of different options, clearly, from these photographs. Justin was not just any fun, sweet guy with a huge wallet and loads of sweet nothings to whisper into the ears of people...he was a...

"...Whore..."

*******

The first of March was a fairly warm day, the snow was melting and making rivers the streets as streams of melted ice disappeared into the gutters. Spiteful Redemption made another great performance at a local venue in Addison, performing for a large crowd of college students and anyone else who desired to hear them play along with the other bands they performed with.

At looked like there was an evening garage sale on the street Marcos and Drew lived on, plenty of cars lined up on the curb and taking up a lot of the space. Marcos's side of the duplex was packed with bodies, the back yard turned into a drunken battleground of sorts as a last-minute snowball fight broke out with the remaining snow before it would vanish with the unusually warm weather.

Marcos was seated on the sofa, by himself, listening to the music blare from the stereo across from him in the living room, people occasionally passing by him as he lost himself in his thoughts, about the cheering crowd he had performed for, he had never imagined his lyrics to capture so many people and get them moving and screaming with him.

"Marcos!!"

The hyena snorted as he snapped out of his thoughts, looking up to Travis, his roommate and drummer, his arm around the waist of a very giggly female ocelot.

"Oh, hey, Trav, what's up?"

Travis just smirked and took a sip of his beer.

"You look like you are doped up on some powerful shit, man! Come on, enjoy the party!"

Marcos sighed and leaned back on his sofa.

"Sorry, dude, I just got a lot of things running through my mind right now, go ahead and enjoy yourself."

Travis just shrugged and gave the ocelot a tickle, making her squeal and slap his paw.

"Haha! Me and Anita are going to my room for a little private drumming lesson...you need to enjoy yourself too, dude, you earned it."

Marcos rolled his eyes and watched them go upstairs, Travis was such a horn dog sometimes, even worse than his cousin and his boyfriend. Someone caught his attention as he saw a figure come out of the doorway leading to the kitchen, he smiled and looked up to him as he came over.

"Hey Ben, how are you doing?"

Ben smiled and rubbed his shoulder as he sat next to him on the sofa.

"Good, heh, just had to chuck a couple snowballs at the drunks in the backyard, your bassist flew up to the roof and is making out with some vampire bat chick, I guess that is the only place for some privacy."

Marcos rubbed his cheek and snickered.

"That would be Lester, yeah, it seems all of my band mates are getting some sort of tail tonight."

Ben smirked and scooted a little closer.

"What about you? See any tail you like?"

Marcos bit his bottom lip and huffed a breath of air, how he wanted to say some horse tail, but what if he offended Ben because he was not that kind of guy? He really did not like losing friends, the hyena wanted to have as many as possible, he always made sure not to let anyone down.

"Umm...kind of, I guess, I don't know why I don't feel in a party mood, guess I have too much on my mind right now, you know?"

Ben nodded, placing a hand on the hyena's knee and patting it.

"Don't worry, you should let loose and have some fun. How about I go get you something to drink and a snack or something?"

Marcos looked to Ben's hand on his knee, it felt very nice there, how he wanted to be so much closer, but...he knew he would just remain silent.

"Yeah, sounds good, thanks Ben, you are a nice guy."

Ben smiled wide and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling and standing from the sofa, Marcos could not help but stare right as his crotch which was eye-level, knowing what could possibly be inside.

"No problem, Marcos, I'll be right back."

The hyena just watched him walk away, staring right as his ass as it swished back and forth the whole distance. Marcos did not care if he was to be the top or bottom, as long as he got to be close with someone, he would be happy.

Just as Ben entered the kitchen, the guitarist of the band, Gavin, walked past him, the tall dragon took a sip of his brew and spotted Marcos, making his way over and sitting next to him, letting out a loud sight and grunt as he sunk into the sofa.

"Gavin, you look like you are having a good time. We sure kicked some ass on stage, didn't we?"

Gavin burped a bit and chuckled, putting a large, clawed hand on Marcos shoulder and giving him a friendly shake.

"Hell yeah, Marcos Mayhem! I though I was gonna fuck up playin' that riff on 'Angel's Bones', but I got it! 'Nother good song you wrote, buddy."

Marcos chuckled and patted Gavin's knee.

"Yeah, I can always rely on you to get those notes down. You seem to be having a good time, Les and Trav are scoring some already, what about you? I'm kinda surprised you don't have your scaly dick out waiting for someone to suck it."

Gavin grinned wide, his green eyes glinting with a flash of inspiration as he grabbed Marcos's hand and placed it on his crotch, grinding it lustfully into him.

"I always got you, Marcos. You know, I never told you 'cuz I never figured it was big deal, but I would definitely tap you, babe."

Marcos was stunned, he could not move, he just felt the warmth of the dragon's crotch on his paw, he stuttered to talk, not sure what to do as his muzzle gaped open.

"Uhh Ga-gavin...I...uh..."

The dragon leaned in closer, his free hand coming to Marcos's face and holding his cheek and turning it to his own scaled face.

"C'mon, babe, don't leave this dragon hanging...which is pretty low, I gotta add, I know you are curious...I swing both ways, and I wanna swing you with for once, I wanna hear that damn nice voice of yours scream my name!"

Marcos could feel his heart start to run, his breathing picked up as he felt his cheeks turn red, these feelings were so new, so thrilling, he and Gavin had known each other so long, and damn was that dragon so attractive...but was it just the alcohol talking?

Before Marcos could decipher that, Gavin leaned in and hungrily pressed his scaled lips against Marcos's, kissing him roughly as his hand held the hyena's face still, his long, forked tongue pressed its way into Marcos's mouth as he whimpered softly, wanting this and at the same time just not feeling ready. Marcos's paw, as if it had a mind of its own, let itself into Gavin's pants to fondle around...damn...so this is what it felt like to grab another guys cock...Marcos just smacked his lips against Gavin's as they kissed over and over.

Unknown to them, someone was watching. Two beers in one hand and a burger in the other that was supposed to go to Marcos. Ben just stared at the dragon making out with the hyena, he saw the paw in the scaled behemoth's shorts, and...he felt his heart sink.

Little did Marcos know, Ben was still trying to figure out what Marcos was, the hyena was a tough puzzle to solve, but right at this moment, he had found the answer, and at the same time, the pieces of the puzzle were kicked and scattered all over as any hopes of trying to get closer to him were now over. Ben just lowered his head, setting the food and drinks on a nearby table and sighing to himself, he...wanted to cry. Ben was not the crying type, even once when a refrigerator fell off of a truck and broke his collar bone, he did not shed a single tear, but now, this kind of pain was so different.

Marcos opened his eyes, his mind still lost in the clouds and his tongue in the dragon's mouth as he looked up to see a very depressed looking Ben make his way to the front door. A split second passed where their eyes met, Marcos could see nothing but the feeling of betrayal and sadness, this was all he needed to know the truth about Ben.

The hyena quickly pushed the dragon off of him, the bewildered beast left there now along in his state of heated passion, just watching Marcos run to the front door and out into the darkness. He slumped back on the sofa and sighed deeply.

"...What the fuck, Marcos..."

Ben quickly fumbled for the keys to his car, his hooves now soaked from the wet snow as he avoided the sidewalk to get to his truck as fast as he could, his lips pursed and his nostrils flared as he sniffled, he tried to stop the tears, but he just felt so hurt...but...why? He should have acted quicker! He never knew anything about their relationship, and he was too late.

As he gabbed the handle, he heard something.

"Ben! Wait!"

The voice called to him like it did in the music he had heard him sing, he actually chased him? He turned around to see Macros come around from behind his truck.

"Marcos...I..."

Ben was not sure how to explain himself now, maybe he could make something up, yeah."

"Ben, where are you going?"

Ben avoided eye contact with him as he looked for something to say.

"Uhh, I have to get home, there is an emergency."

Marcos grabbed Ben's hand and took it into his own.

"Bullshit, you don't have to lie to me, Ben. I hate being lied to."

Ben sighed deeply and crossed his thick arms in front of him, his ebony fur seemed to shine from the lamp post overhead.

"Alright...I saw you making out with that dragon...and..."

Marcos nodded, time to put him up to a test.

"Didn't know? I guess you hate me now that you know what I am."

Ben gasped and shook his head.

"No, no! It's not that! Not at all!"

Marcos smiled, what he was about to do was something he wanted to do for a long time. He closed the gap between the two, his paws coming to Ben's waist and slowly sliding around, coming together behind him, his body coming together to the other as he embraced the horse tightly, resting his head on Ben's chest and nuzzling into it. Ben felt so warm...his scent was very calming and alluring, this felt right, unlike having a paw in Gavin's pants.

"Is this what you mean, Ben?"

Ben was just as shocked as Marcos was moments ago when Gavin advanced on him, he inhaled deeply and wrapped his arms around Marcos, holding him tightly and burying his nose into the hyena's head fur, giving his forehead a gentle kiss.

"This is exactly what I mean, Marcos...I have been wanting to be close like this for so long, You just...amaze me with your talent...your voice...it soothes me..."

Marcos smiled and listened to Ben's heart beat under his shirt, his own cheeks starting to flush red as he could not help but blush.

"And I just can't keep my eyes off of you, Ben, you are so handsome and you have golden fingers."

Ben's lips quivered as he smiled wide.

"Thank you, Marcos, thank you for finally telling me how you feel and how I feel for you..."

Marcos smiled too, comforted by the horse's larger frame.

"No problem, so, I think we should go on a date, sometime soon, that sound like a good plan to you?"

Ben nodded as he ran his hand through Marcos's spiked head fur.

"I like how that sounds a whole lot."

Marcos stepped back, his paws in Ben's hands and his eyes focused up at his.

"Come on, it's still kinda cold out here and there is a party going on, time to really enjoy it."

Gavin just stared out of the window at them, his horny disposition would have to go unsatisfied tonight as his tail thumped against the ground, arms crossed, his fangs hanging out of frowned lips.

"Well shit, what the hell am I supposed to do now?"

Gavin turned his attention to a bottle of wine left open on the coffee table, he snatched it and started to swig from it, sighing and moving back to the porch to see what was going on outside.

*******

Blake proudly garnished the big plate of chicken carbonara with a little bit of parmesan cheese and basil, arranging four breadsticks around the plate to form a perfect pasta dish, the ominous mound of chicken, bacon, and pasta looked about to topple as he shakily lifted it and presented it to the dining table in the next room, a very large hound had his untensils in paws as he watched the plate hover and land in front of him, a hungry tongue coming out to lick across his lips and eager nostrils sniffing the delightful dish.

"Damn, sugar...I love yur s'ghetti and meatballs..."

Blake chuckled and gave the big dog a kiss on the cheek.

"And I love to feed my big, strong pup."

Carla could not help but giggle as she sat across from Wes, waiting for her hopefully much smaller plate to arrive.

"Wes! How can you eat so much? You might pop!"

Wes chuckled and stabbed a chuck of chicken, giving it a deep sniff and sighing happily.

"This ain't nothin', cowgirl, yuh shoulda been there when we went to one of them all yuh can eat buffets, almost closed the place down.

The Pomeranian could not help but giggle, her eyes lit up with enthusiasm.

"Oh, I can believe that...Thank you, Blakey! This looks scrum-diddly-umptious!"

Blake ruffled her head fur and snickered as he made his way to the kitchen one last time to get his own plate, bringing it and his glass of milk to the table and sitting between the two people closest to him, besides his own family, of course.

"Mmm! This is good, thanks for inviting me over for dinner!"

Blake smiled as he wiped his muzzle off with a paper napkin.

"You're welcome, princess, I can't wait until there are four of us at this table."

Carla tilter her head, slurping a noodle into her muzzle with a puzzled expression.

"Four?..."

Blake chuckled and shook his head.

"Your boyfriend, princess! I really can't wait to meet him, but first, you need to meet him!"

Wes chuckled and winked at Carla.

"Him an' his big dick, right, cowgirl?"

Carla shrilly giggled and stomped her feed on the floor.

"Yep! And I am going to make extra sure he is tolerant of other people, and not an asshole like Stan! I hope he is getting raped in jail right now!"

Wes chuckled, but Blake remained silent, the shooting still all too vivid in his mind.

"So how're your little dark friends doin', cowgirl? They bein' all cryptic an' spooky still?"

Carla took a sip of her glass, forgetting all of the details about them and now suddenly remembering.

"Well let's see, Buttercup is still as mysterious as ever, Garrett and Steph will be graduating this year and sadly moving on, I think the are moving out to the west coast, San Siscofran is such a beautiful place, minus the earthquakes. Things are going well for Timmy, he has a boyfriend, I think, they are still just starting off but things seem to be going well! I have not met his boy yet, but I hear he is quite wealthy and very attractive!"

Blake pondered a moment about Tim's relationships.

"I could have sworn Tim and that little Malcolm guy were going to end up dating, but look what happens! Can't predict it all, right?"

Wes was already half done with his dinner as he let out a little belch to make more room.

"Yup, gotta tell yuh, sugar, that lil' Malcolm is cute as hell, too bad yuh're much cuter."

Blake felt his cheeks get red, he swore Wes complimented him in front of others on purpose to get him to blush!

"Thanks, babe. Oh, tell us how wresting is going."

Wes knew not to even mention the whole Phil experience.

"Well, met a whole lotta nice guys, they come in three sizes, big, really big, an' huge, guess yuh can tell where I place. Coach Zappia is real nice an' I hope to get even closer to some of the guys on the team."

Wes knew all too well how close he got on the first day to someone...yikes!

Carla looked at Wes's plate and pondered something.

"Wes, how much do you weigh now? I swear you are a little bigger."

Wes gave one of his arms a pump for her as he looked over to his mate, the one responsible for feeding him and making him grow.

"Bout three-sixty now, still can bench more than that, heh. Gotta thank Blake for helpin' me get big, gotta be big if yuh wanna wrassle with these college boys."

Carla calculated a bit in her head and gasped.

"Wow! You weigh more than three of me! You are so big, Wesley! Such a gentle giant!"

Wes smiled wide at her, feeling flattered at her kind words.

"Why thank yuh, cowgirl, an' you are quite a petite, delicate lil' Bluebonnet"

Carla slammed her paw on the table.

"Oh, I am far from delicate! I am a black rose with sharp thorns what will tear you up and make you bleed!"

Blake could not help but laugh loudly and almost tear up from what she said.

"Oh, princess! That is so true! I believe you one hundred percent!"

The group could not help but laugh in unison and then continue on with dinner.

Not too far away, it was cuddle time on a big sofa in a small living room. Malcolm yanwed wide as he had his head resting on Nate's lap, the Doberman scritching behind his big floppy ears and making him kick his legs and murr in delight.

"Ooooh...a little to the left...Yes! Right there!"

Malcolm's tongue lolled out as he kicked his leg from the gentle scritching, Nate could not help but smile wide at the little guy.

"You are so damn cute..."

Malcolm snapped out of it and giggled, covering his muzzle with one paw and reached up with the other to stroke Nate's cheek.

"I am so glad I told you my feelings...ever since I did, I have been able to think freely again, my grades are up once again and I just feel...so happy!"

Nate tilted his head to the side and looked deep into the other's eyes.

"And I am happy too, cutie. I got myself a really sweet guy, I don't care if he thinks he is a nerd, in a way, we both are, I mean, I draw fantasy porn and you play fantasy games, we are kind of alike."

Malcolm stuck his tongue out a bit and traced a fingertip over Nate's lips.

"Just a little different...down there..."

Nate smirked and cocked an eyebrow.

"You wanna go for a ride, babe?"

Malcolm blushed a little behind his freckled cheeks, twirling Nate's male symbol necklace in his paw.

"Actually...I do feel like showing you some...appreciation..."

Nate grinned even wider, looking down at the small dog and licking across his lips.

"You know that I love the attention...I'm going to sit back and let you do whatever you want to me...Go head..."

Nate leaned back, spreading his arms wide across the back of the sofa and watching Malcolm sit up, his whip like tail wagging with anticipation as he giggled mischievously.

"Let's see what we have here...

Nate was wearing a pair of dark green Hollister sweatpants, just making access all to easy as Malcolm slipped his small fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled it back, like a curious child looking into a cookie jar to see how many were left. He also too the moment to lift up Nate's shirt, exposing his lean, chiseled abs and rubbing over them with a soft paw, tracing the valleys with a fingertip, Nate's chest rumbled with a low murr as his abs were explored.

"Such solid washboard abs...I could never achieve something like this...so I will just admire yours, Nathan."

Malcolm leaned into kiss each abdominal, giving the Doberman six kisses to his abdomen, Malcolm could already tell there was some excitement going on under the sweatpants. The Dalmatian could not stand it anymore, he wanted to see his mate in all of his glory.

"Lift your rump for me, Nathan, time to release the beast."

Nate chuckled and used the back of the sofa as a brace as he lifted up, Malcolm placed a paw at the sides of Nate's waistline and slowly shimmied the sweatpants and designer boxer-briefs off of his body, the already semi-hardened cock flopping out against Nate's abs with a heavy slap, Malcolm letting the pants just sit at his knees, that would be all the room he needed.

"It still has some room to grow...better help it..."

Malcolm's skilled paws wrapped around the hardening penis as Nate planted himself back on the sofa, spreading his legs wider and letting his balls have some room to flop out and await to spill their pent-up load.

"Make it big, cutie."

Malcolm just was amazed at its size as he played with it in his paws, wiggling it and stroking it softly, just listening to the grunts and murrs come out of Nate's muzzle as he felt it grow and throb in his paws, getting bigger and bigger the more he played. He grinned and let his tongue flop out and leaned in, smacking the tip of the almost completely stiff erection slap his tongue, briefly tasting its musky flavor.

"Mmm...it's so good...Let's see what I can get it to do..."

With both paws around the base of the thirteen-inch Doberman sausage, he kneaded into his hot, throbbing flesh, the veins thick and bulging from all of the blood rushing to it. He let his tongue start to work, softly lapping the tapered tip, the flavor and scent hitting his nose making him blush and murr softly. Malcolm picked up his lapping, licking it like a giant cock shaped lollipop , squeezing the around the sheath and watching a bead of pre ooze out, quickly lapping it away and moaning from the taste.

"Oh Nathan...it's so big..."

Nate leaned his head back, grunting and just enjoying the treatment.

"And it's all yours, babe, so whatever...Mmph...You want to it..."

Malcolm made sure the tip was completely slicked with his saliva, then he pushed it against Nate's torso, amazed that it completely lined up with his abs, almost touching the base of his pectorals.

"It's so long...have you ever, umm...sucked yourself?"

Nate smirked and brought his one paw to the base of his cock, squeezing it confidently.

"Watch this..."

Nate leaned forward and gave his own cock a lick, it was so effortless since he was so flexible and so long, then he wrapped his lips around the top and bobbed his head a couple of times, murring from the taste of his own cock as he self-sucked himself effortlessly, Malcolm watching with wide, curious eyes, and blushing hard.

"Thats...so hot..."

Nate let his cock pop out of his muzzle, his own pre running down his lip, licking it away and turning to the Dalmatian.

"Your turn, make me cum, babe, I know you can, the tip is so sensitive...just focus on that...and my balls, make sure to play with them...it gets me off so hard..."

Malcolm nodded and leaned in, wasting to time in taking the tapered tip into his muzzle, clenching his lips together and starting to bob and suck, drinking back his saliva and the pre-cum as he moaned onto the tip from its flavor, his cheeks so red as he sucked his mate off. Nate leaned back again, his head resting on the back of the sofa and loudly sucking in air in satisfaction, his chest rising and lowering quicker as Malcolm bobbed faster.

The Dalmatian knew there was no way he could take the whole thing, but he wanted to see how far he could get, he took a deep breath and shoved his head down, he felt it in the back of his throat and it blocked off his esophagus, and when it went between his tonsils, he quickly pulled off, feeling himself gag, then just continuing to bob with what he was comfortable with. His paws went down to the balls and grabbed them with both paws, holding the heavy sac in his paws as he rolled them around, then squeezing them above the testicles and tugging the sac, this made Nate jump and moan loudly in satisfaction.

"Oooh FUCK...just like that...Mmm..."

Malcolm slowly tugged once again, listening to his mate compliment his actions with moans and words of joy as he continued to bob, this time using his tongue to tickle the tip and push into the cumslit at the top, smearing the pre around in his muzzle and suck it back.

Nate felt his knot start to swell, he wanted to buck his hips so badly, but he might impale his cock on Malcolm's skull, he should just let him work at his own pace until he got better. Malcolm felt the knot swell and moved a paw to the base, massaging the swelling flesh above the sheath and squeezing it, making Nate moan loudly and his body tremble in pleasure, his thighs and abs flexing in delight.

"Oooh...ooh babe...fuck yes...Mmmph...you are going to get a muzzle full soon..."

Malcolm wanted it, so he kept bobbing, quickly this time, sucking as hard as he could and feeling all of the saliva and pre gush to his stomach, giving the heavy balls another tug and feeling the knot swell to its full size, his paw unable to wrap around it, but his fingers massaging the hot, throbbing flesh.

"Oh God...GOD...like that...Yes...getting close..."

Malcolm was ready to catch as he felt the balls pull up and get close to Nate's sheath, meaning they were ready to spill their load, he let the balls go and grabbed the knot with both pulls, tugging on it and putting his mate into a false tie, squeezing tightly and sucking with all of the might his little muzzle could muster, Nate's entire body trembled and he gasped loudly.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Ooooh baby!!! Yyyesss!!!

Malcolm felt the tip of the cock throb in his muzzle and the next thing he felt was a warm jet shoot down his throat, making his gag reflex come in as he pulled off a bit, the second jet splashing against his lips, and the third hitting him in the face, smearing his glasses as he yelped, then regained his composure and wrapped his lips around to let the Doberman empty the rest of his load into his hungry muzzle, taking the rest like a pro and doing his best to drink the rest back, Nate letting out a heavy moan and panting loudly as his orgasm wracked his body, making his head spin with euphoria as his body slumped back, his balls drained and his chest heaving.

"Daaaamn...that felt...so good...whew...shiiiiit..."

Malcolm licked his lips hungrily, using his fingers to scoop the cum from his cheeks and collect it back into his muzzle to clean himself off, murring loudly from his flavor, enjoying ever drop and actually wanting more, he grabbed the softening cock again and licked any signs of seed off, then giving it one more hard suck, getting as much out as he could, making Nate gasp loudly as the now extremely-sensitive tip was sucked again.

After the Dalmatian had his fill, he let it drop, the cock retreated back to his warm sheath, spent and needing rest, Nate wrapped an arm around his mate and held him close, enjoying his afterglow and panting heavily, his long tongue hanging to the side.

"Did you...enjoy yourself, cutie?"

Malcolm smiled and looked up at Nate, his glasses having a big spot of cum smeared on the lens, Nate smiled and grabbed them, taking them to his own muzzle and licking his seed from them, enjoying his own flavor and then giving them back to Malcolm, who just set them aside because now they were really dirty and he would be unable to see with Doberman cum and saliva covering them.

"That was so awesome, Nathan...you are like a cum cannon! Just so amazing...I can't wait to do it again!"

Nate smiled wide and blushed a little, leaning in and giving Malcolm a deep kiss on his lips, forcing his tongue in to lick around and taste his seed, Malcolm happily letting him in and wresting with the intruding tongue to keep the seed for himself as he giggled into the kiss. Nate broke this kiss, looking deep into the Dalmatian's eyes.

"I love you so much, Malcolm..."

Malcolm leaned in and snuggled closely, wrapping his arms around and feeling so very contented and happy.

"You took the words right out of my muzzle, Nathan..."

Nate smirked.

"Along with some of my seed, heh.

They both smiled and chuckled, Nate laid himself down and pulled Malcolm onto his still half-naked body as the two cuddled into the Doberman's afterglow.

Across town, Tim had Justin over at his apartment, wondering what to do with his new man.

"Justin, do you want to watch a movie?"

Tim was looking at his entertainment center, flipping through DVD's, most of them pirated copies since it was just so convenient to get them free online, who cares if it was illegal, it was easy. Justin was reclining on the sofa, rubbing his own chest and grinning.

"How about some porn, you have any good ones?"

Tim shook his head and looked back at him.

"You horn dog, heh. I do, but I don't copy them and put them on my shelf for all to see."

Justin groaned and let out a fake whimper.

"Then how about you strip for me?"

Tim chuckled and felt his cheeks get red.

"In a bit, ok? I promise. I just have to finish up a paper that's due tomorrow. I'll be in my room for a little bit, go ahead and watch TV or play video games, it won't take too long."

Justin smirked and took the opportunity to pull his sweatpants down, letting his fuzzy sheath and balls come into Tim's view, gripping the heavy sac and moaning softly.

"Hurry, big bear, all of this is waiting for you..."

Tim was even redder now, he quickly ran to the doorway of his room, the invitation was something he could not refuse.

"I'll hurry! Be done soon!"

Justin just let himself hang out in the open, it was warm enough in the apartment anyway.

Tim quickly got his laptop running and had his assignment open and was looking through it, but naturally, he opened up his instant messengers to see who was on. His eyes lit up and he let out a shallow gasp, clicking on the name he rarely ever saw online.

"Hey! He is on! About time."

Tim quickly opened up a window and started to converse with the person he rarely got to see.

"Hey Leo! Nice to see you online! What's going on with you, mate?"

"Oh hey Tim, my dad finally let me use the computer to get some research done. I am actually glad you are on, I have something to ask."

Tim tilted his head, wondering what his friend from the past could need.

"Sure, 'sup?"

"I...can't stand living with my step-dad anymore. He restricts me, treats me like a kid. I am an adult, I need to get out of here. I was wondering if there is a chance I can move in with you?"

Tim's eyes widened at the question, his heart almost skipped.

"Are you sure about that? Why with me? Don't you know anyone where you live you can move in with?"

Tim was really surprised, this was so sudden.

"No one, I don't trust anyone but you, Tim. Ever since we met at the hospital here in St. Soilu, I just felt this connection to you. Do you think it would be alright.

Tim's memories kicked into gear. He remembered the day he met Leo five years ago at a mental hospital in the city of St. Soilu, the closest major city to his home town of Hagartec. After the horrifying murder of his first boyfriend, Michael, it sent him into a suicidal state and he was sent to Saint James's Medical Center for a psychic evaluation and some aid. It was there he met Leo, he will never for get what he looked like, the bull was big for fifteen years old, he stood about as tall as Tim was at his present age. His velveteen fur was a shade of chocolate brown, his black licorice colored horns short and curved upwards, his eyes a shade of green, almost like that of Wes's, which reminded him of Leo's when they first met. The bull rarely ever smiled, he was in the hospital for planning on bringing a gun to his school and opening fire on the students who caused him so much emotional pain.

They just felt this connection to each other, Tim was not sure if it was attraction, but it felt like trust, they stuck around together for the two weeks they stayed there. Unfortunately, when it was time to leave, it was illegal to retain any information about the other patients, so they had to remember each other's email by memory, and when they got back home, Tim's memory got him closer to Leo and they stayed somewhat digital pen pals.

They did not get to talk too much, only once or twice a week, relying on email since Leo did not have a computer at his home at the time, having to use the school's or a library's computer to communicate. Tim had not seen a photo of Leo in years, he could still remember what he looked like, but he was actually so curious to see what he looked like now.

Tim sat back in his chair, St. Soilu was not too far from Quincy, about eight hours, he would be fine with having a roommate, finding a new place would not be a big deal at all, since he knew people that could help him move and his current place was not on a lease. Why not, he figured, it would be kind of exciting and would be really great to have an old friend be there to rely on.

"I think this could work, Leo. I would be fine with it, just how do you plan on getting here?"

"My grandfather got me an old truck for my birthday this year, I am going to load it up and get the hell out of here as soon as this semester is over, I need to get away from all of this and start over at a new college."

"Sounds good, mate, I know we will have a good time together, it will be really nice to have you here so we can keep an eye out for each other."

"I know, I really need someone like you, Tim, you understand me more than anyone, you are probably the only one who cares right now."

Tim just wanted to hug him right now, they both know what depression is like and it is best to have someone near who knows what it is like and has been through it.

"No worries, mate, everything will get better when you are away from your step-dad. Just make sure to keep in touch so we can share more details."

"Absolutely. Shit...he is yelling at me, I gotta go. Thanks, Tim, this means a lot to me and I can't wait to see you up close again."

Tim watched as Leo went offline and sighed, leaning onto his desk and smiling a bit.

"Wow, Leo is going to be my roommate now...I really can't wait to see how he has changed, this might be really, really cool."

Tim sat back up and started to finish his paper, smiling happily and knowing Justin was in the other room waiting for him.

He had not been this happy in a long time.

*******

"DREW!!! Hurry!!!"

Drew turned quickly as he pulled his book bag from his car, jogging up the porch to see a horrified Billy, it looked as if he had been crying, a piece of paper in his hand.

"What's wrong, Billy? What is it?"

He pulled Bill into and embrace and Bill squeezed him tightly, sniffling and grunting.

"Read this, my love! I can't believe this is happening! It's a nightmare!"

Drew took the letter from Bill and started to read it, his eyes widening and his teeth slowly clenching, his fist balling and his muscles flexing in response.

"Dear tenant:

This house has been purchased and is henceforth planned for reconstruction into a home for battered housewives and their children. All renters on the current date, March 11th, are hereby given thirty days to relocate and remove all of their possessions before the time is up, after that date, they will be removed by law and their possessions seized. Failure to comply result in criminal sentencing and other fines.

Have a good day and God bless.

Signed,

Trent Roberts, Voice of the Lord. "

Drew could not contain his rage, he crumpled the piece of paper and growled, ripping it to shreds and throwing it on the porch.

"Fucking Robert's! This is all Victor's doing! I know it! That fucking piece of garbage! Raaah!!!"

Drew could barely contain his anger, he wanted to destroy something, he looked at Billy, balled his fists, and just wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly and holding him close.

"Don't worry, babe, I won't let anything happen to you, I will make sure things get taken care of. We will get through this."

Bill began to sob uncontrollably, already about to lose the house he had just moved in to and having nowhere to go, Drew just wanted to find Roberts and tear his heart out, the lion had no soul and was just using the Lord as a way to cause misery for his own personal gain.

Victor smiled as he looked over the paperwork, he did not have to beg his father much to buy that house, it was going to such a good use, after all.

"Yeah right...I should start it on fire when they are asleep..."

Victor smirked and stared at a painting of Jesus hanging above the desk in his spacious bedroom, his lips curled in a maniacal grin, the image of Christ reflecting from his glasses.

"Amen..."

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TO BE CONTINUED...

Will Victor's plan work?

Will Marcos and Ben maintain a steady relationship?

Will Carla find a boyfriend with a large, pendulous, throbbing member?

Will Heidi or Ashley ever learn how to cook?

Is Justin just in it for the sex?

Will Wes dominate the wrestling ring?

Is Gavin ever going to get some?

Will Nate and Phil ever get along again?

Will Gabriel be the next target?

Will Rick return to seek vengeance on Tim?

Find out next time on the next issue of I Will Protect You - Part 9!

Whew! Sorry that took so long to write, hehe, I hope you all enjoy it and remain patient for part 9 to get written and come out for you all to enjoy!

Thank you so much for reading and please stay tuned, thanks for being patient!