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Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains scenes of a SEXUALLY SUGGESTIVE NATURE between TWO MALE CUBS. If this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED!!!

Author's note: The character Chuck in this story is indeed the same Chuck from Summer Camp Adventures. No, this story is not part of that series.

Fhang rolled his eyes as the math teacher scribbled on the blackboard. A few students lowered their ears at the ever-irritating clacking of chalk against board, a sound unique to this particular teacher, and a noise that instilled dread in the hearts of students. It was a sound that indicated some sort of boring concept being thrust down the students' pre-teen throats.

It was, of course, common knowledge that junior high cubs have neither the desire nor the lucidity to comprehend such foreign concepts as "integers," but the education system seemed intent on assaulting students with these inherently useless facts. It was painfully obvious that none of these pre-teens knew nor cared about number lines -- painfully obvious to everyone except the graying dog standing at the blackboard, droning on in his usual monotone.

Fhang let his mind -- and his eyes -- wander about the room. He smiled to himself as he noted that several of his classmates were doing the same. His eyes came to rest on Chuck, a border collie and recent transfer. Chuck was sitting at the front of the room, his face buried in his book, a self-defense mechanism that he had quickly developed upon arriving.

An odd stirring in the wox's chest brought back the vivid image of Chuck's first day at school. The cub's lithe figure would have suggested he was female were it not for his meticulously short, cared-for headfur, and his small size suggested he was perhaps 7 or 8 rather than 12. He couldn't help blushing a bit as he recalled the chorus of mockery the boys in class had greeted him with, ended only by a threat of detention from their homeroom teacher.

Of course, it didn't help that Chuck soon proved himself to be incredibly shy. Fhang, of course, was not one to let such teasing go on under his watch, though he rarely got much more than a 'thanks' from the border collie pup. Not that Fhang minded, though he knew full well how hard it was on a transfer -- such had been his reality not too long ago, and while he had gotten a few jabs for his mixed breed status, it had been a drop in the bucket compared to the torrent of teasing Chuck had faced.

As he continued to stare, an idea started taking shape in Fhang's mind. He glanced up at the clock, rolling his eyes at how little time had passed. It was going to be a long math class.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The final bell rang, bringing the students back to life. The teacher attempted to shout the homework assignment above the din of scraping chairs and chattering cubs, though it was impossible to tell if any of them had heard.

Fhang hung back, watching for the border collie as the other cubs swept from the room. As the last few cubs left, Fhang made his move.

"Hey, Chuck," Fhang said as he grabbed the border collie's shoulder.

Chuck jumped at the sudden paw clasping his shoulder. "Hi," he muttered shyly.

Fhang smiled at Chuck. He seemed small at a distance, and up close, it was obvious. Fhang stood a full head higher than the pup. "You doin' anything this weekend?" he asked.

"I... don't think so... why?" Chuck replied, starting to blush.

"I was wonderin' if maybe you'd like to come over to my house this weekend," Fhang said as he led the border collie pup out into the hall.

Chuck halted suddenly. "W-why?" he asked softly.

Fhang paused and looked at the pup. He hadn't expected this response. "Because I want to be your friend, and that's what friends do," he said after a moment.

Chuck looked away. Fhang watched him, ignoring the steadily thinning mass of cubs around them. "I dunno if my mommy would let me," Chuck whispered.

"If she says 'yes,' would you want to?" Fhang asked.

Chuck remained silent, answering with a quick nod.

"Well, then, let's go find out!" Fhang said, grabbing Chuck's paw and leading him to the doors through the then-empty halls.

It wasn't difficult to find their parents as they emerged. Fhang realized that more time must have passed than he thought, since the school yard was practically deserted. Fhang spotted his mother immediately. She was having a conversation with a border collie that Fhang could only assume was Chuck's mother. He released Chuck's paw and ran right up to his mother.

"Mom, can I have Chuck over this weekend?" he asked as he got close to the two adults.

Fhang's mother smiled. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she said. "What do you think, Mrs. Reid?"

Chuck's mother put on a concerned look. "I don't know," she said.

"Please, mommy?" Chuck said, looking up at his mother.

"Well," she said. "I guess an afternoon is alright."

"Couldn't he sleep over?" Fhang interjected.

Chuck and his mother stared at the wox, stunned at the suggestion.

Chuck recovered first and looked up at his mother. "Please?" he asked.

"We'll take good care of him," Fhang's mother said.

Chuck's mother looked at Fhang's mother. "I don't know about that... Chuckie has... issues... at night."

Chuck blushed deeply. "Mommy," he whined.

"It'll be fine!" Fhang's mother said.

Chuck's mother shook her head. "Maybe some other time," she said.

"Alright," Fhang's mother said. The two mothers made arrangements for the play date and went their separate ways, Fhang waving an enthusiastic goodbye to Chuck.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Saturday came quickly for the excitable wox. His tail wagged excitedly as he sat out on the front steps, waiting for Chuck's mother to drop him off. The clouds threatened rain, but until they opened up, he was determined to sit outside and wait for his friend.

Every car coming down the street had Fhang on his toes, ready to pounce the moment Chuck arrived. The suspense was almost unbearable.

A single rain drop hit Fhang's nose as, at long last, the car pulled up. Fhang could barely contain himself as the little border collie climbed out of the car.

"Chuck!" he cried as he pounced on his friend.

The little pup yelped as the wox pounced him. "H-hi, Fhang," he muttered as he struggled to maintain his footing.

Fhang grinned and grabbed the pup's paw. "C'mon, let's get inside before it starts to rain!" he said, barely containing his giggles as he tugged the smaller pup to the door.

The two pups burst through the door, and Fhang went right for the stairs, pulling the slightly disoriented Chuck along with him.

"Fhang, where are you going?" Fhang's mother asked.

"Taking Chuck upstairs to play!" Fhang replied as he ran up the stairs.

"Don't I get to meet him first?" his mother said, playfully putting her hands on his hips and glaring at her son.

Fhang paused mid-step. "Oh! Right!" he said, quickly turning around and leading Chuck back downstairs. "Mom, this is Chuck."

The vixen grinned and extended her paw to the shivering border collie. "Nice to meet you, Chuck," she said.

"Th-thanks, Mrs... uh..." Chuck began.

Fhang's mom giggled. "Oh, there's no need for formalities. Just call me Kim," she said.

Chuck blushed a bit and nodded. "O... okay."

"C'mon, Chuck!" Fhang said, again tugging the little collie up the stairs.

"Wait!" Chuck's mother called from the door. "Don't I get to kiss my son goodbye before I leave him here?"

Fhang groaned and released Chuck's paw. "Make it quick," he whispered as he started to head upstairs.

Chuck blushed deeply as his mother hugged him and kissed the top of his head, then turned him around and patted his bottom, nudging the little pup towards his friend.

Fhang leapt at the opportunity and grabbed Chuck's arm, and started once again trying to drag him upstairs to his room.

The two mothers exchanged greetings as the two cubs finally reached the top of the stairs and disappeared into Fhang's room.

"This is gonna be so great!" Fhang said as he flopped down on his bed. He quickly sat up and patted the bed next to him. "C'mon, Chuck, sit down. Let's play a video game!"

Chuck stood at the door, his arms crossed in front of him, and stared down at his footpaws. "Umm... I... talked to my mom... about sleeping over..."

Fhang froze while reaching for a game controller. "What'd she say?!" he asked, his tail wagging furiously behind him.

"She... said it'd be ok..." Chuck muttered.

In a flash, Fhang was out the door and bounding down the stairs. "Moooooom!!! Can Chuck stay over tonight?!?" The wox grabbed onto the railing, just barely avoiding a headlong collision with the front door, and stared at his mother, his tail a blur behind him.

Kim grinned from the couch where she was sitting with Chuck's mother. "We were just discussing that possibility," she replied.

Chuck's mother looked uncertainly from the wox to the vixen. "I'm not so sure..." she said, and leaned in and whispered something into Kim's ear that Fhang couldn't hear.

"Oh, that's not a problem," she said with a laugh. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of him."

Chuck's mother nodded, and let out a little sigh. "Alright. We --"

Before she could finish, Fhang whooped and ran back upstairs. "SLEEPOVER!!!" he cried triumphantly.

Chuck peeked his head out of Fhang's room, curiosity piqued by the holler, and was immediately tackled by a flying wox. The pup's momentum propelled the two pups across the room to a soft landing on Fhang's bed.

Fhang pushed himself up on his elbows and grinned at the little border collie under him. "You're gonna be sleepin' over tonight," he said, grinning. "Isn't that great?"

Chuck blushed deeply and nodded a bit. "Uh huh... it's gonna be fun," he said, a little smile forming on his muzzle.

The wox grinned and got up, shutting the door before walking over to the TV and setting up one of his consoles. "Catch!" Fhang said as he tossed a controller to Chuck. The border collie grabbed for it, but ended up fumbling it and dropping it on the bed, earning a little giggle from his friend.

"You're gonna have to work on that," Fhang said as he sat down next to Chuck.

"I... guess so," Chuck muttered, blushing deeply and looking away.

Fhang grinned and put an arm around his friend as the game started up. "Relax, Chuck," he said. "Try to enjoy yourself!"

Chuck smiled a bit and nodded, and Fhang chuckled as he set up the game.

Fhang gave his friend a brief tutorial, and soon the air was filled with the sounds of gunfire as the two cubs started their game. It didn't take long for Fhang to gain a huge lead, flustering the border collie, a situation not lost on the wox.

"Maybe a different game," Fhang said as he finished wiping the floor with Chuck.

"Y-yeah," Chuck muttered. "That sounds good..."

Fhang chuckled nervously, and got up, hastily switching disks.

Chuck groaned as the opening animation played. "Another shooting game," he muttered.

"Yeah, but this one has co-op!" Fhang said. "We can team up and shoot up some terrorists!"

Chuck whimpered a bit. "T-terrorists?"

"Uh huh!" Fhang said cheerily. "We take the role of elite special forces, and shoot up terrorists." He grinned as the main menu popped up. "C'mere, Chuck. Let's make your character look like you!"

"D-do we hafta?" Chuck asked, blushing.

Fhang giggled. "Nah," he said, sitting down next to the border collie. "But you still need to make a character!"

The wox patiently guided his friend through character creation, a process impeded by Chuck's natural hesitance. Finally, they were ready, and Fhang launched them right into a game.

The two pups were soon engrossed in their game. Gunfire, cheers, and curses alternately filled the room as the two pups worked their way through the level hunting down terrorists. It wasn't until Fhang's stomach rumbled that the pups returned to the real world.

Fhang giggled. "Guess that'd be our cue to grab somethin' to eat!" he said, shutting off the game and taking Chuck's paw. "C'mon, let's go to the kitchen!"

Chuck quietly followed as his friend led him downstairs. As they approached the kitchen, their noses were greeted by the smell of meatballs and spaghetti cooking.

"I was wondering when you boys would get here," Kim said as the pups entered the kitchen. "Fhang, would you be a dear and set the table? Dinner should be ready in just a minute."

"Sure, mom!" Fhang said, releasing Chuck's paw and zipping between cabinets to retrieve plates and silverware. "Just sit anywhere, Chuck," he added hastily.

Chuck looked over at the kitchen table, and quietly took a seat in one of the chairs. He watched as Fhang laid out plates, forks, and cups.

"What would ya like to drink, Chuck?" Fhang asked. "We've got apple juice, milk, diet Pepsi, water -- take your pick!"

"Umm... milk, please," Chuck said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fhang grinned at his friend as he snatched up a cup and filled it with milk. He set it at Chuck's spot as he pulled out a two liter bottle of Pepsi and poured himself a glass.

"Help yourselves, boys!" Kim said cheerily.

Fhang snatched up Chuck's plate. "I'll get yours for ya, buddy," he said as he walked over to the stove. "How much ya want?"

Chuck watched as Fhang started scooping spaghetti onto his plate. "Th-that's good," he said, sinking low in his chair.

"And how many meatballs?" Fhang replied as he scooped a few out.

"Just three," Chuck replied.

Fhang nodded and added the meatballs, then set Chuck's plate in front of him before grabbing his mother's plate. "I'll get yours, too, mom," he said.

Kim grinned at her son as she sat down. "Such a helpful cub," she said. "And you're welcome to have more, Chuck, if that's not enough."

"A-alright," Chuck said as he started to eat.

Dinner was a relatively quiet affair. Kim and Fhang pressed Chuck to share details about his life, though the shy cub was unwilling to reveal much more than having moved recently and a willingness to play any games his friend wanted.

"Oh, by the way," Kim said as they finished their meal, "Your mother left a backpack that I assume has your night things in it. I left it on the couch. Be sure to take that with you when you go back upstairs."

"O-ok," Chuck said, pushing his chair back.

Fhang leapt up and gathered up all the plates, dutifully taking them to the sink.

"I'll take care of the dishes tonight," Kim said, getting up and tapping her son's shoulder. "You go have fun with your friend."

"Ok, mom! Thanks for dinner!" Fhang said, giving his mother a quick kiss before grabbing Chuck's paw and starting to drag him off.

"Y-yeah, thanks!" Chuck managed to say before he was dragged out of the kitchen by the excitable wox. He grabbed his backpack in passing, and the two cubs went back up to Fhang's room.

"So, whatcha wanna play now?" Fhang asked.

Chuck shrugged. "I dunno," he said.

Fhang rubbed his chin and grinned. "Wanna play a card game?" he asked.

"S-sure," Chuck said. "I like card games." He smiled a bit, and watched as the wox ran to his bed.

Fhang reached down under his bed and pulled out a deck of cards, and felt around under it for something else. "Hmm... can't find the chips."

Chuck tilted his head. "Chips? What for?"

The wox grinned at his friend. "So we can play poker, of course!"

Chuck blushed deeply. "But... isn't gambling bad?" he asked.

Fhang giggled. "Only if you play for real money! We're just playing for fun," he said, lifting up his sheets and looking around under his bed. "Can't find 'em... oh, well. There're other ways to play."

"O-other ways?" Chuck said. "L-like what?"

Fhang's tail wagged excitedly as he crawled up on his bed and sat down cross-legged. "We could play strip poker," he said with a mischievous grin.

"H-how do you play that?" Chuck asked, standing a little ways away.

"Come sit down on the bed, and I'll tell ya!" Fhang said. Chuck slowly made his way over to the bed and sat down across from Fhang. The wox leaned in close and whispered, "It's basically the same, except whoever loses the hand has to take off an article of clothing."

Chuck blushed deeply. "And... what do ya do if you don't have any clothes left?"

"Then the game's over, and whoever still has clothes on wins!" he said in that same excited whisper. "Wanna?"

"I dunno," Chuck said, looking away.

"It'll be fun, Chuck! Trust me," Fhang said.

Chuck took a deep breath and nodded. "O... okay... if you say so."

Fhang grinned as he pulled the deck of cards from the box and shuffled it. "We'll just do five card draw, since we don't have anything to bid with. You know how to play?"

"N-not really," Chuck said.

Fhang giggled. "No worries. Just watch, we'll do this hand for practice," he said as he dealt them each five cards. "So, first thing you do is look at your hand."

Chuck nodded and picked up his cards, looking at them.

Fhang gave Chuck a quick explanation of which hands beat what. "So, you look for any of those in your cards. Then, you decide whether to keep or draw. You can draw up to three, but for each card you draw, you have to put one of those cards down, and you can't get it back. Ok?"

"Ok," Chuck said. "So if I want one card..."

"You put one down, and ask for one," Fhang said. "But you only get one chance to draw, so make sure you're certain you wanna!"

Chuck nodded, then put down two cards. "I want two," he said.

Fhang nodded and dealt the border collie two more cards, then looked at his own hand. "I think I'll keep this," he said. "So... whatcha got?"

Chuck laid down his hand, revealing two Aces, two Kings, and a three. "T-two pairs," he said.

Fhang grinned and laid down his hand -- three fours, a nine, and a ten. "Pair of three. I win," he said.

Chuck whimpered a bit and started to pull up his shirt.

"This was just a practice round," Fhang said, grabbing the border collie's paw and stopping it. "The next hand is for real," he said as he gathered up the cards and handed them to Chuck. "Your deal."

A few hands later, and both cubs were stripped down to their underwear.

"I like your undies," Fhang said, blushing a bit as Chuck pulled off his pants.

Chuck blushed deeply and tried to cover his briefs with a paw. "Th-thanks," he said. "Y-yours are nice, too."

Fhang grinned as he shuffled the deck. "This'll be the last hand. Whoever loses this one gets naked!"

Chuck gulped. "F-for how long?"

Fhang giggled and grinned. "Until we go to bed!"

Chuck blushed deeply and nodded, picking up his cards as Fhang dealt them. He put down two cards, and watched as Fhang dealt his final two.

"Alrighty... whatcha got?" Fhang asked.

Chuck laid down his hand: the three, five, six, nine, and Queen of hearts. "Flush. You?"

Fhang grinned as he laid out his cards: four Aces, and the seven of diamonds. "Four aces. I win."

Chuck whimpered a bit and blushed deeply. "So... I guess I gotta... take these off," he said, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his red briefs.

"Uh huh!" Fhang said, gathering up the cards. "If it'll make you feel better, I could take mine off, too," he added, noting the hesitant look on Chuck's face.

"Ok," Chuck whispered, sighing as he leaned back and slipped his undies off.

Fhang blushed and smiled as he watched the pup remove his underwear. His eyes rested on the boy's sheath for a few seconds before he leaned back and pulled off his own underwear. "I think my sheath's bigger than yours," he said playfully.

Chuck blushed deeply. "Well... you're bigger than me," Chuck said. "Why would sheaths be different?"

Fhang giggled. "Touché," he said, crawling over to the smaller cub and hugging him. "You're really cute," he whispered in Chuck's ear.

"Boys," Kim said as she knocked on the door. "You might want to start getting ready for bed," she said as she peaked her head in.

Chuck squealed and hid behind Fhang, his face burning from embarrassment.

"Alright, mom!" Fhang said, giggling a bit as he quickly covered his own crotch with his paws.

Kim giggled. "What have you two been up to?" she asked.

"We just finished a game of poker!" Fhang declared proudly.

Kim laughed and shook her head. "Boys will be boys," she said. "Oh, and Chuck? Don't forget your good nites!" she said, withdrawing her head and pulling the door shut.

"'Good nites?'" Fhang asked as his mother closed the door.

Chuck blushed deeply and nodded. "Yeah... I kinda... wet the bed," he muttered, looking away.

Fhang giggled and hugged his friend. "No sweat, Chuck. We all wet the bed once in a while."

Chuck nodded and buried his head in his friend's chestfur. Fhang smiled and lied down on his bed, pulling Chuck down on top of him.

"Hmm... hey, Chuck?" Fhang said.

Chuck looked up at his friend. "Y-yeah?" he said.

Fhang grinned and licked Chuck's nose. "You're still really cute."

Chuck eeped and blushed, but smiled a bit and nuzzled his friend's chest.

"Well... let's go get ready for bed," Fhang said, sliding out of bed.

Chuck nodded and slid out after him, opening up his backpack and pulling out his padded underwear, blushing at the crinkles they made as he pulled them on.

Fhang grinned and took Chuck's paw, not bothering to put on any clothes himself. "C'mon," he said, leading Chuck to the door. "Grab your toothbrush."

Chuck dug his toothbrush from his backpack and followed the nude wox down the hall to the bathroom. Fhang wagged his tail as he led Chuck in and shut the door behind them.

"You wanna pee first, or brush your teeth?" Fhang asked.

Chuck blushed. "Teeth," he said, walking over to the sink.

Fhang giggled and nodded, padding over to the toilet and lifting up the seat.

"Fhang, what are you doin?" Chuck asked, pausing in the middle of putting toothpaste on his brush.

"Peeing!" Fhang said, grinning as he grabbed his sheath and aimed into the toilet. He let out a soft sigh as he started to pee.

Chuck blushed deeply and turned his head away, trying to focus on brushing his teeth and not on the golden stream issuing from his friend's sheath. Despite his efforts, he couldn't help but to watch out of the corner of his eye as his friend did his business.

Fhang grinned as he finished and shook off his sheath, flushing the toilet and standing behind Chuck, waiting patiently for the collie to finish brushing his teeth.

The moment Chuck finished, Fhang stepped in and washed his paws. "You may wanna pee before goin' to bed. It helps ya to not wet it."

Chuck nodded and took a breath, putting the seat down and pulling his good nites to his ankles as he sat down on the toilet. "C-c-cold seat," he muttered.

Fhang giggled as he brushed his teeth, listening to Chuck's grunts and sighs as he strained to relax, not an easy task with an audience. Soon, though, the cubs were finished in the bathroom and back in Fhang's bedroom.

"Umm... where am I gonna sleep?" Chuck asked.

Fhang giggled as he pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and pulled them on. "Well, I could pull out my sleeping bag for you. Ooooor," he said as he crawled into his bed, "You could share my bed with me! What'll it be?"

Chuck blushed as he stood in the middle of the room, considering his options. He took a deep breath, and crawled into bed with his friend.

Fhang grinned and wrapped his arms around the collie, pulling him in close. "G'night, Chuck," he whispered.

"G-good night, Fhang," Chuck replied.

The two pups curled up under the blankets and soon fell asleep.