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High School of Clichés: Halloween Madness Part 1

By: Domus Vocis

October: an autumn month dedicated to the macabre, the dark, and a convenient excuse for people to get sick like Holden did.

"Are u feeling bettet?" Hunter texted back, carefully avoiding his history teacher's gaze. Minutes flew by until he got a reply.

"Much. And there's two t's in 'better', sweetie ;)"

"XP. So Mr. Macintyre wanted me to give u homework," Hunter chuckled while sending the text, his backpack hiding his phone from view. "Nothing much."

"What about the pop quiz u mentioned?" Holden replied. "Am I out?"

"Yep, since Macintyre isn't fond of me telling the surprise, ur out."

"Yes! I've been wanting to get outta one of his damned quizzes for forever! Yippeeee!!!!1!!!" the smaller fox texted back, causing his boyfriend to smirk soft. "<3"

"If only I could c ur face," Hunter chuckled again, replying just as the bell rang, allowing the flooded room to disperse out. "I gotta go. I'll come by later?" He got a quick 'yes', and the canid jock shoved his phone into his pocket before departing for lunch.

It was October 27th, and Hunter's foxy boyfriend caught the flu days prior. He'd gotten so sick that several days of bedrest sufficed. Of course, Hunter gladly helped out and dropped off homework, but not before talking a bit and (very unfortunately), not being able to get close due to how catchy the flu was. Yep, Hunter couldn't grope, fondle, kiss, make out with, nor even try to get erect and fuck-

"Do the damned exposition," Hunter growled while covering his groin, then whispered, "You're making me hard. Literally." Sorry, I couldn't resist.

October had been a very interesting month for Hunter (to say the least). Ever since the homecoming game with the Rukisburg Reapers, the school had been hectic and unlucky. Monday morning following the football game, it was revealed that an anonymous Reapers fan not only placed a stink bomb in the gym, but also spray painted its walls and took dumps in some of the school's urinals. The gym was now off-limits until repairs could be done, so students in P.E. did class on the running track. The later it got into the month, the louder everyone complained. Hunter didn't mind the chillier weather, and neither did Holden, especially if they could see each other in jogging pants.

Speaking of which, the entire team (per Coach Sampson's request) shocked Hunter Monday and kept quiet on his gay relationship with Holden. George still gave him the evil eye in every hallway they passed, but the wolf didn't bother singling himself out. It got old after the first several days, but George eventually grew out of it to focus on either school, girls, practice or all three."

When it came to the team's silence, Hunter didn't blame them. He remembered the glare that befell on the team when Coach Sampson demanded they keep it a secret. "Thurman's private life is his own," he barked at them, especially a cowering George. "So if you have any problems you ladies wanna bring up, bring them to me and spend the next game with your sorry asses on the bench. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Coach Sampson!" they answered, followed by the Coach saying, "Good."

Dumbfounded by it all, Hunter thanked the Coach once again, but all the bear did was grunt and read his magazine again while everyone else got dressed for practice. However, Hunter swore he spotted a soft smile on the Coach's usually rigid snout.

Besides that, classes had been okay. Trigonometry kept him on his heels, Gym made him blush whenever he changed next to Holden, and he excelled in History the only class he had with a slipping C was in Chemistry at fourth period. To Hunter's credit though, every student in the class was doing worse due to Mr. Smith teaching college level.

After eating the meatloaf sludge the lunch ladies served, Hunter decided to keep to himself while his teammates and the background characters ate the 'food'. He then decided listen between "Two Steps from Hell" and "Poets of the Fall" on his earbuds. The first was a soundtrack band Holden introduced to him on one of their secret dates, and "Poets of the Fall" was a band the shepherd teen discovered by accident on the Internet. Among...other things.

"Will ya keep that down?" Hunter muttered as he listened to "War". "It ain't any of your business." Sorry to burst your little angsty bubble, but it is when you're the protagonist. "Thanks Mr. Perverted Omniscient Narrator." I aim to please.

Suddenly, the German shepherd's thoughts turned back to Holden. It'd been almost a whole month. Damn, things have changed since that fox and I ran into each other again; I wonder if he's doing okay? Hunter smiled at the thought of getting to talk alone with Holden again. Hopefully, this story won't get too complicated again--

"Hunter, it's me!" someone shouted into his earbud-less lobe. "Whatcha listening to darling?!" Hunter fell off his chair, nearly hitting his muzzle to the ground. "Oh my God, are you okay dear???"

I spoke to soon on story complications didn't I? Hunter asked. Just wait until later on. What the hell does that mean? Then he felt the pain, causing the German shepherd to groan and writhe away from whoever scared him.

He sat up and turned around fast about to scream and rant at him, but Hunter paused when he saw a familiar golden she-wolf. "I am so sorry about that Hunter!" she wrapped her arms around him tight, her fingers feeling his biceps on 'accident'. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, are you hurt?"

"Hello Angela," Hunter sighed with a plastered smile. If there was one thing he hated more than anything about October, it was that Angela's efforts to court him became more...insistent. "Don't worry, I've got main character immunity." He chuckled at his own joke, pushing Angela off of him. Pausing, she laughed aloud while flicking her blonde headfur.

"Of course you do," she smiled while patting Hunter's shoulders. "Hello, Hunter. Boy this week's been busy hasn't it?" Just then, the school bell rang and caused everyone to tiredly stand up. Before he could reply or run, Angela spoke, "Anyway, I was hoping if you could escort me to class. Your homeroom is a couple classes away from mine." Angela suddenly seized onto his left arm, flashing a canid smile.

Think dry thoughts, think dry thoughts, think dry thoughts...

Everyone from the jock table whistled and teased the German shepherd, stopping only when Angela gave a nasty glare Hunter gladly didn't see. "Lucky bastard," Jason catcalled behind him alongside his teammates. "Well, have fun!"

"Hey Jason," Hunter quipped, "care to escort-"

"Okay, let's get going then Hunty!" Angela pulled him into the tide of students. Hehehe. 'Hunty'.

Bite my tail, you fictionalizing pervert! Hunter growled, then relented a sigh.

As much as Hunter hated admitting it, Angela was a hot classmate. Her cerulean gaze, her finely brushed fur (which probably took hours to groom into a golden shine) that swept from her golden hair down her swishing and ticklish tail. He could see the way her smile shone like the sun, and her physique especially showed herself off. Besides the white miniskirt, the expensive shirt in a colorful pattern, and the dabs of makeup on her lips and eyebrows, Angela's biggest asset was her chest, which everyone (especially Jason) guessed to be no smaller than a D cup.

Not helping! Hunter whined in his thoughts as he reluctantly walked a talkative Angela to her class. I may be attracted to Holden, but Angela's still pushing...

After a few awkward moments, it finally ended as he dropped Angela off and hastily disappeared into his nearby classroom. "Eek, time to deal with Mr. Jones' stupid lesson on suffrage shit. God, when's he gonna get to the good stuff about women's history?" she waved as Hunter meekly mirrored her wave. "See you later Hunty!"

_Good Lord, how did I ever find girls like her attractive?_Hunter asked himself.

Later that day in Trigonometry, Mr. Starker was showing a slideshow on ratios and complex equations, grilling on about the importance of trig in life beyond high school, and possibly college. Then, Hunter was texted by Jason.

"Trigonometric identities are what help with what we use in everyday life, from something simple as the wheel to massive processors in factory machines," he bantered with attentive ears. "Hey, learning this helps anyone, even the narrator to get into college. Trigonometry is essential to passing in a university." That's not untrue.

Meanwhile. "Busy afterschool?" Jason texted the canid junior.

"No. Why u ask?" Hunter asked back.

"I've got something to tell you."

"What?"

"Not here; 2 complicated. Meet me in my car alone."

"Sure creepy stranger."

Jason beside him rolled his eyes and texted, "XD" followed by a turd emoji.

Hunter chuckled and replied, "Alright. Your car?"

The tiger jock nodded slightly and added, "Yep."

"Now students, this upcoming test will count for a large portion of your grade, so if you are interested in talking to me after class about your worst subjects, I will happily-" the bell suddenly run, and Hunter joined everybody in running out the door. "Good day, Mr. Thurman. You as well, Mr. Williams."

"See ya," both replied, tiredly.

Grabbing his things in his locker, Hunter walked out with to the car hidden in a packed parking lot. A blue Saturn Outlook, he guessed it to be several years old and forward-wheel drive. However, what caught the shepherd's attention was the driver, a familiar tiger dressed in dark clothing who wore a devilish grin of mischief.

"Hey Hunter, how was class for you?" Jason asked smug. "Let's hurry up before-" He turned and growled at seeing all of the student's cars clogging the exit of the parking lot, their impatient drivers eager to get out of school. "-before that happens?"

Chuckling, Hunter folded his ears and slipped into the Outlook, leaving them to talk in privacy as they waited for the line of cars to go. "What is it you wanted to talk about Jason?"

"Remember how the Reapers burned us good after the game?" Hunter nodded, and listened as they drove out. "I've got a plan."

Driving down Main Street's idyllic shops and past Greenville's population of mostly canines, Jason explained to Hunter his plan. At first, the German shepherd felt heavy skepticism, especially coming from a tiger whose best ideas for revenge involved a toilet seat and ketchup during his freshman year (and other things). However, the more he went into detail, the more Hunter started to like it. Love it even.

"So how is it?" Jason paused at a stoplight, curling his stripped tail and grinning with his feline teeth. "Are you in?"

Hunter devilishly laughed and stared out the window. "Oh yeah, this is just beyond perfect," he spoke while wagging his black-and-tan tail to his leg. As the thought of a revenge road trip crossed the shepherd teen's mind, he asked, "Holden, can he come with us? As in help out?"

The tiger beside him blinked. "Uh, why Holden?" he asked.

"I'll have to talk to him, but Holden will absolutely love this," Hunter replied with a mischievous smile. "I know the fox, and to get back at 'em for ruining our planned date would be fun."

Jason thought for a moment while turning a corner, and smiled at his best friend. "The more the merrier, Hunter," he nodded with a wagging tail. Then, the tiger asked, "Speaking of a certain fox, how...how have you and Holden being doing? It must be difficult, I mean with George mad as hell at you, Angela Preacher pining for you, and all while trying to secretly date him in a small town like this. How is that?"

Hunter nodded. "As good as it gets, that is if we're in a bad romance novel," he sighed, listlessly looking out the window. From the car, he saw the sights of Greenville, and it barely caught his attention wherever he went. Despite being quaint and having personality, Hunter's hometown didn't have it all. "The way things have gone, I'm surprised rumors haven't spread around so fast."

"Me too," Jason spoke as the red light turned green, "Normally, it'd take a couple weeks for vicious rumors to spread. Between that hard-on you got in gym, the outburst, George harassing you, those few and far in-between dates you two have in public, Coach Sampson swearing the team to secrecy, and the fact that Holden and you keep as far away from each other as possible in school while having the same classes...Holy Mary that's such a miracle!" He laughed and shrugged with Hunter. "Either you've got someone quelling the rumors, there aren't any to begin with, or..."

Hunter pointed a dramatic paw in the air. "Or maybe...just maybe...nobody gives a single fuck?" he asked, then shook his muzzle as he smelled a bag of fresh beef jerky he hadn't noticed before. Grabbing a piece, he chewed vigorously. Bad idea. "What do you mean, narrator-?"

"You popped Holden's cherry yet?"

Hunter choked the beef jerky down, ears flushing and throat burning.

"How about tickle his-"

"No!" the German shepherd huffed, covering his muzzle. "We haven't done anything that much. Not even...Mind dropping me off at his home before you ask more embarrassing questions?"

The tiger jock sighed, a smug look across his feline muzzle. "Sure, the author's been having me drive around town for no reason anyway," Jason nodded, now turning to the direction of Holden's duplex.

~*~*~*~*~

The duplex still hadn't changed, though Hunter did notice a bundle of fines poking out of his Aunt's mailbox. He could barely even see it through the bog of hip-high grass, while the neighbor's side stood kempt without glamor. As soon as he knocked on the neighbor's door, Holden's younger sister answered the door, her black eyeliner invisible over the black makeup covering her red and white vixen fur.

God, what's with thirteen year-olds wanting to put on makeup? "Hey Mary," Hunter greeted, thankful a certain otaku wasn't in sight. "Your mom home?"

"Can't tell from the car outside, Jock?" she quipped, smirking as she held the door open for the elder shepherd. "Mom, Holden's boyfriend is here!" Hunter forgot to cringe, and smiled as Holden's little sister closed the door. "Mom?"

Mrs. Brewin sat on the living room's couch, smiling at the sight of the German shepherd. "Hello Hunter! How have you been?" she waved, her eyes cast on the TV as it played the evening news. From the elder vixen's relaxed eyes and wearing her work uniform, it looked like she'd just gotten home.

"I'm good, Mrs. Brewin. I'm here to drop some of his homework off," he greeted back, his tail wagging in the presence of Holden's mother. "Is he sleeping, or-"

"Oh no, he's just studying in his bedroom," she shrugged off, giving a quick smile to Hunter. "He's much better now, so you can go in. Nice to see you again."

"Thanks," the shepherd teen nodded, then shifted his backpack up the nearby stairs. The duplex led up to two bedrooms, one being Mrs. Brewin's and the other Holden's. When Hunter walked over to the fox's room, he opened the door a wider crack. "Holden, it's me."

Walking casually in, the German shepherd surveyed how neat and organized the colorful room was. A single bed by the window overlooking the street, posters of Eli Lieb and other musicians everywhere, and a desk beside a lone bookshelf. Placing his backpack aside, he wrinkled his nose at the smell of soap and misty steam.

Before the German shepherd fully realized it, he turned to find Holden half-naked in a white towel. "Oh, hello there," the surprised fox greeted.

Hunter widened his eyes and turned away, his cheeks blushing as he tried covering his crotch with his backpack. "Hey uh...Holden," he greeted back, ears folding at the embarrassment on his brownish muzzle.

The shepherd teen kept his eyes away as Holden dressed. He heard swishing sounds combined with the fox's clean scent, making Hunter blush further. As his mind ran wild at picturing the lithe fox, the German shepherd curled his tail, feeling his tent growing against his pants. Boy was he erect as a--

Not helping! Hunter growled.

"You can look around if you want," Holden cheekily told him.

Giving a deep sigh, Hunter turned to the lithe fox. "Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to--" He froze and blinked widely at seeing Holden wearing a pair of blue undies, the type that was skin-tight and left little to the imagination.

Grinning proud, Holden chuckled. "Something caught your eye, sweetie?" he smirked and set a towel by the hamper before turning back to Hunter. "Hey, something on your mind?" He gasped and giggled. "Something happen at school I missed today?"

The German shepherd flushed and forced himself to think back to Jason's proposal, a slight smirk aimed at the fox. "I uh, not much actually," Hunter groaned slightly. "Angela's still going after me like a perky Anna Nishikinomiya--a shout-out to everyone reading who knows even without Google--and classes are going well." Subtle reference there, 'Hunty'. Hehehe. "Shaddup!"

"She's still after you?" Holden gawked while bouncing onto the bed, his tail curling around the shepherd teen's wrist. "I don't know how long it'll be 'til she figures out you like a short, slender fox like Yours Truly."

"Ugh, don't joke about it," Hunter replied, fighting hard to hide his tent from the almost-naked teenage boy sitting beside him. "You weren't there when Angela dumped this one dog so badly he kept eating since the end of middle school, or when she spread rumors about Lisa being pregnant to all the boys." Hunter sighed. "Poor Wendy, she had to take homeschool after that."

"Who is she, a high schooler or some Mean Girls fan?" he asked. "What's next? She walks around in golden slippers? Takes vacations to Mars? Convince the entire football team to carry her into the school during last year's homecoming like a princess who can't touch the filthy ground?" The fox spoke like that final one in a Victorian English falsetto, then laughed.

Hunter smirked. "Actually the last one is true," he chuckled, much to Holden's surprise. "I ain't joking! Angela even got me to help out until the principal make us stop." The shepherd teen turned to the fox, who gave this 'what are you saying?' look. "Hey, I said she got me to; I didn't say I _wanted_to."

The fox smirked. "Good answer sweetie," he spoke in a sing-song, then smiled before looking curious. "To be fair, you weren't into men back then, so I'm not to judge." As Hunter was about to correct him on that, Holden giddily sat up on his knees and swished his orange-and-black tail behind him. His undies on him were now tighter as his fur dried and revealed the fox's slender, toned limbs. "Now enough about me; what was it you wanted to tell me?"

The German shepherd gulped at how hot and adorable Holden was, immediately forgetting for a moment before explaining everything to the fox. "Me and some of the team are gonna go and get some Halloween revenge on the Reapers at their school," Hunter spoke while eyeing the fox's eyes and his bulge with shyness. "I was wondering if you wanna join and get back at them for ruining our date."

Holden frowned (to his shock), and crossed his arms all of a sudden, taking the shepherd teen aback. "Hunter, are you asking me if I want to go with you to some random school out of town, break in to vandalize it, and make this story go on for no reason than revenge?" he asked. Before the German shepherd could fully understand, the fox slyly shook his muzzle. "Do I get free food?"

Laughing and nodding, Hunter gently wrapped an arm around his smirking fox. "I can get you another case of McDonalds's--again, no direct advertisement, dear audience--before we leave that day," Hunter replied, then smiled before pulling the lithe fox into a hug. "I love you." Widening his eyes, Hunter gulped at what he said.

"'Love' you say?" Holden gasped, then wagged his tail before nuzzling the taller canine's neck, nose wet and shoulders hot. "I love you too, Hunter."

Before they both knew it, Hunter and Holden lifted their muzzles into a deepening kiss, their tongues pleasuring their wet lips.

Blushing and gasping, Hunter felt the fox nip and lick at his neck. "T-This is...so gay," the German shepherd chuckled, ears flushing hotly.

Holden giggled. "Says the guy pressing his rod against my leg?" he whispered slyly, causing the shepherd teenager's 'rod' to transform into fleshy steel. And as soon as Holden's paw grope that region, all Hunter could do was moan loudly. "That's the music I like to hear, Sugah."

Like melting chocolate, Hunter's lips intermingled into the fox's slippery tongue, sucking and moaning as each of their paws traveled along their backs, their sides and everywhere. Hesitantly though, the German shepherd didn't let his fingers linger to Holden's tail or near the adorably tight undies he wore. However, that didn't stop the fox from pinching the base of his tail, or tickling his groin with a pinkie.

Now, the German shepherd whined as his hard-on stretched at his tight jeans, pressing harder at each action Holden did to him. God, he could feel the fox's erection against his own now, an anatomy only separated by a couple pieces of cloth, and one of them thinner than the others. As Hunter neared to lowering his paw at the lithe fox's rump, his breathe ragged and heart beating at the thought, a voice interrupted them.

"Really?" Mary asked from the door. "He's here for only fifteen minutes and you're already at it like horny, yaoi-loving school boys?"

"Hey!" Hunter pulled from her brother's grasp. Out of all the moments to be embarrassed today, this one took the cake for the shepherd teen. "Don't you knock?!"

"Ugh," Holden groaned while flashing a blushing grin at Hunter. "We are horny schoolboys, Mary. And yes, don't you knock? For all we know, you could've walked in on us fu--"

Mary squealed, "TMI! TMI!" before running downstairs.

To Hunter's surprise, Holden turned and gave a naïve shrug, then leaned forward to kiss the German shepherd's cheek. Standing up to put on some jeans while clearly showing off the boner in his undies, the lithe fox gave a quick kiss. "It's a date," he whispered, smiling while wagging his foxy tail.

Shocked by what transpired (and what almost did), Hunter simply nodded.

"And to the audience, don't worry about not getting some more smut!" Holden spoke confidently. "There's still Part 2 of this story to go, after all!"

Hearing that, Hunter blinked in shock. "Wait," he gasped, "what's gonna happen in Part 2, guys?!"

The End...of Part 1...of Part 3.