Sometimes I tell people that my third period is Zoology.

Zoology is not my third period.

My third period is Japanese 3... it is my deepest darkest secret. Well I mean, next to my secret gay love for dick and mangina, but it's a pretty close second! After all the class is full of... *shudders* otakus.

Well to be fair, half the students in the class WERE totally normal furs who maybe had a casual interest in Japanese pop culture or otherwise just liked Japan. But some of the kids there were unbelievably annoying shits.

This one brown rabbit girl Jessica Langton is pretty annoying because she always calls me 'Rob-chan' and thinks that adding random Japanese words to English conversations 'spices things up', isn't that just sugoi kawaii desu? Also this greasy cheetah kid Brent Springly can't go five minutes without talking about his favorite anime 'waifus' and you just know the kid's got an *eclectic* body pillow collection.

But this one weaboo in the class, William Poe, was the worst offender. He'd talk nonstop about his favorite anime character pairings (or 'ships' for the initiated), or shitty vocaloid songs, or his horrendously written fanfictions (just like my life) or his original characters he created, which was bad enough, but the icing on the sweaty weeb cake was that he always wore one of those goddamn ninja headbands and did that stupid arms dangling behind your back Naurto run thing to get to his next class. So yeah, Will was the top on my 'avoid at all costs' list.

Our middle-aged Otter teacher Mrs. Sinclair (she's totally not Japanese, in case the name didn't tip you off) had us go over some new Japanese kanji characters and practiced the passive grammar point a few times. Easy Peasy, but in the 10 minutes of homework time at the end of the period, I made sure to have all my papers and writing utensils tidily tucked away in my Ohio State trapper. You see, in order to create distance from myself and the other furs in class I always either exited the classroom the moment the bell rang, or several minutes after, and today I was feeling like the former. I did not want anyone on the football team to catch me in the presence of the anime-nerd otakus. It would be social suicide.

I also had lots to think about before lunch after fourth period. You see, I followed Daren's advice from last weekend to just try to talk to my parents about what being gay is like was. So my parents and I had a conversation about lots of little gay person things, what it's like being in the boy's locker room, how I feel when people joke around about being gay, how I hate when people obsess over whether I'm a bottom or a top, etc., etc. It went well: they told me that they'd keep in mind what I told them and that they supported me even if I did love mangina, and that my other close friends probably would too, if they found out. Despite how long I've dreaded ever talking to my parents about these things, once I finally did it was like a huge mass of heavy shame had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt great afterwards.

So I've been thinking about maybe possibly trying to come out to Scott and the guys... but not all at once! Unless if I felt like it and the timing was good... but then again maybe easing into it by hinting at it for a while would be better... point is that I'm going to do it.... probably, I don't knowwww. For the time being it would probably be a good first step to admit that this imaginary girlfriend of mine that Scott is hung up on is in fact, imaginary. But then I'd have to admit I was spending time with Daren all this time instead of dating some chick, and it'd probably come up that he's gay though, which would make the conversation hella awkward if I'm still trying to be closested for a while longer, unless I lie my balls off WHICH I HAVE NEVER DONE SUCESSFULLY, ugh, why does the coming out process have to be so complicated?!

The school bell rang, which snapped me out of my ruminating. Jessica, who sat to my left, looked as though she wanted to talk about how kawaii desu my gelled hair was, but I didn't have time to deal with that. I was out.

I dashed past the few cramped desks then out of the classroom, leaving the other twenty odd furs in my dust my Japanese textbook cradled between both arms to keep in out of sight. I kept up my brisk pace once I entered the narrow puke-green and white checkered hallways. Distance-wise I had successfully separated myself from the 'otaku zone', but class to class hallways traffic was always a bitch in this crowded, meager two-story school, especially in the hallways with lockers. On top of this, most of the foreign language classroom were in the East wing of Grovedale Highschool, and my locker was on the west end of the central block, where hallway traffic is at its worst.

I reached my locker in a bit under a minute, before the hallway congestion reached its peak. I immediately stored the forbidden tome deep in the confines of my OSU football sticker-adorned locker, sighing in relief now that my shame was back in the closet, I mean, locker.

Something caught my eye in the mirror on my inner-locker door: a few clumps of my gelled hair were limping awkwardly. It was probably just going to get like that again in weight training class next period, but grooming yourself can be therapeutic and good for organizing your thoughts, so I began combing it back into shape.

Before I only sometimes used hair gel, but ever since Daren mentioned on our first date that he liked my hair gelled up, I've been doing it for the past month. I've been using Fuckboy Axe hair gel, it's pretty good... speaking Daren and first dates, when was I going to break the news about my quote unquote girlfriend to the guys? At lunch? That might be best, after all, I doubt Scott, Chris, Jayce, or Marty would have any issues with it. I just hope that Scott doesn't bring his whack girlfriend...

As I was mulling over the situation while combing my hair back up, I felt a sudden, rapid-fire tugging on my jeans. Oh wow, who on earth could that be... I looked down, irked, and lo and behold, is was Scott the Polar Bear, crouched down JUST LIKE A NINJA doing his teasy/sexual joke of the day on me... guess we're back to something as unoriginal as pantsing, how the mighty have fallen...

Ain't nothing like having a straight boy trying to get you out of your pant- Goddammit, no! Despite the hours of contemplation on coming out to my friends, I instinctively reverted back to my 'Straight-boy Football star Rob' persona. "Scott, are you seriously trying to pants me!?" I said with an unamused scowl. I then yanked out my gym clothes, and haphazardly tossed my comb into my locker before sealing it and its forbidden Japanese textbook shut.

Some of the other furs who were passing in the hallway were looking at us with amused looks. I shifted my scowl from to. Scott got off my legs (Yes, I wish it were in a sexy way, too) and soon the onlookers were either cowed out of looking from my glare or lost interest.

Move along you damn rubbernecks...

"Aww..." Scott muttered. He then pursed his lips all pouty as he got back up on his feet, the mischievous twinkle still strong in his blue eyes. "Dammit Robby, of all the days to wear a belt, it had to be on 'Operation Pants Robby Day', didn't it?"

Here he goes with giving titles to his dumb pranks again... "Scott, do you really think with all the time I spend gelling my hair that I'd forget a freaking belt?"

He cupped his lower jaw in an exaggerated contemplative gesture, now leaning against the adjacent locker. "Hmm... Yeah, guess you're right; you have been doing that a lot lately, heh." He looked at my burnt-auburn hair and frowned slightly. "You're so lucky you have different colored head-hair, dude. With my white hair on white fur it'd just look like a dweeb if I grew mine out. I guess you could your gelled hair makes me, heheh, Jelly!"

Did I mention my Dad wasn't the only one who liked excruciatingly bad puns?

Before I could think of a clever way to convey my disgust for Scott's awful puns, I heard a call from behind my back, colored with a faint Mexican accent, "Oh, Scott and Rob, perfect! I wanted to talk to you guys."

A new challenger approaching!

It was our bilingual classmate Felipe Rodriguez, though we all called him 'Flippy', a cute nickname for an admittedly cute Pig. At five foot two he was a good bit shorter than even Chris (and very hard to see in the crowded hallway), with a middling "not fat but not skinny' build and a single-looped tail. He had light pink mottled fur with grey blotches spread across his coat, and a big one that circled his left eye, complementing his soft facial structure and green eyes. Flippy's biggest physical trait was that he somehow managed to dress both conservatively and flamboyantly: he had a penchant for vests, suspenders bowties, and sweaters, which he'd always wear with dress shirts. Today he was wearing a purple button up shirt with a white bowtie and some tight khaki pants, his round butt sticking out prominently. Honestly, I would never be caught wearing the clothes Flippy does, but somehow the Pig managed to pull it off with his bizarre next-level hipster swag. Most the girls in school loved him for his cute style and his cheery demeanor, but just a warning, never get him going about anything sexual... cute as he looks, the kid can get weird.

"'Sup Flippy" Scott said as the bubbly Pig wedged his way through final stretch of furs between us. He scooted on up to the locker left to us, Scott now sandwiched between us (Once again, sadly not in a sexy way.) "I just wanted to congratulate you two!" Flippy announced mirthfully as he pulled out his brand new Eye-phone, covered by a Guadalajara-themed phone-case with a bright sheen. He was opening up some app or the other.

Scott and I looked at each other, unsure of what he was talking about. Flippy turned his phone's screen to us, a list of ten names displayed prominently on the screen. "The popularity chart rankings updated. You both made it with me on the Grovedale Boys Top 10! Rob's at nine and Scott stole my old spot at number four!" he said with a congratulatory smile.

Oh right, that dumb bullshit. Ever since Francesca Buchannan became president of student council, they've been implementing this convoluted 'popularity ranking' system, which nobody REALLY understands how they determine it. It's not school sanctioned, but your score can sometimes be used to determine whether you're invited to parties and where you're tacitly permitted to sit at lunch. I'd mention how utterly disgusted I am by this frivolous, pointless high-society socialite crap, but I made it in the top 10, woooo!

Scott's entire being lit up even more than usual, "Oh shit, really?" he asked, eyes now fixated on Flippy's phone. I smiled despite myself as Scott and I checked out the top 10 list, repressing auditory memories of bad announcers on U-Tube top ten lists.

As sure as I love cock sunshine, Scott's name was in the number four spot, to which Scott beamed as he checked it. It made sense: the Grovedale Chargers were on the fast-track to States this year, and Scott in particular had scored several touchdowns this season. Paired with his good-looks and having the head cheerleader as his girlfriend, it only made sense he'd be that high up. My natural desire to check the full list dug in so I took quick gander, going from lower ranks to higher because I'm not a fucking savage who ruins the suspense of top 10 lists by going from #1 down:

#10 Chris Zwicker. My blonde wolf friend who's part of my circle of friends. Acts feminine, but does a lot: varsity football, track and field, and lead guitarist for one of the better student bands at our school.

#9 Me. Derp. Guess my efforts in hiding my love for Japanese stuff has paid off!

#8 Jayce Lee? I lost to a nerdy Iguana like Jayce? How?! I mean yeah, he is also on varsity football, he's handsome, really tall, one of the smartest guys in school... Oooohhh, and I think I remember something about the student council president wanting to bang him: that might have something to do with it.

#7 - Taro Mizoguchi - a fit and sociable Japanese-American Akita inu who's a star on both the varsity football team and track team as a sophomore. It's a little awkward because he's a twin and his brother Toru didn't make it on the list.

6 Antony Pomazal: a foppish, thin Monkey and Grovedale's theater star who gets the main role in every school play. Openly gay. Gotta love them twinks.

#5 Felipe Rodriguez - well-dressed and downright adorable, can whisper sweet nothings in native Spanish, member of student council and chicks just love guys with slight foreign accents.

#4 Scott Fenton - (see above).

#3 Marcus Van'buren, a well-groomed handsome Lion with slicked back hair and oodles and oodles of cash to spread around thanks to his filthy rich parents. Member of art club.

#2 Lachlan Davies: a somewhat plain looking Rat, but track and field legend who broke Ohio's record time on the 100 meter dash. His popularity must still be riding high from his t&f achievements. Bass player in Chris' band.

#1 Alister Monroe, a drop-dead sexy Doberman and the Star-Quarterback for the Grovedale Chargers. No further explanation needed here.

I gave Scott a congratulatory pat on the shoulder as the Polar Bear put his fists to his hips and grinned proudly. "Wow dude, number four, nice! The top three are all seniors too! If you you'd be a shoo-in to take the number one spot-

"SCOTT FENTON I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU!" A powerful feminine voice roared out from beyond Flippy's shoulders, putting an end to our casual conversation and sending a jolt of panic into Scott's once happy demeanor. Flippy was unperturbed: he just looked on over for a quick second before readressing me and Scott, asking "Oh, is that Katie?" as he put his phone away. Scott and I, however looked on over in fear at the inevitable lipstick-wearing hurricane that was about to make its way over to us.

A new challenger approaching! ...again.

It was Kattie Ludenberg, head cheerleader and Scott's girlfriend, and as far as I could remember, number one on the Grovedale Girls Popularity ranking. She was an orange taller-than average Vixen with the well-endowed body of a super-model, and vibrant blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, currently wearing the school's cheerleader miniskirt, the same hideous puke-green and white colors of the hallway. Her expression was seething, burning, flaming, _nuclear_even!

She was making a beeline for us, a massive swath of open hallway space appearing in front of her path of carnage. Scott's round unpliable Polar bear ears actually folded forward in growing despair. He then looked at me, desperation overflowing in his eyes. "Rob, you calm my girlfriend down before she destroys me!" he said as he totally wimped out on me, circling behind my back, and hiding behind my slightly larger stature.

The thing was, I very much enjoyed staying alive. "Dude, I don't know what you did to her, but I am not getting in the way of THAT" I said, looping behind Scott myself and pushing him back to where he was previously standing.

To my dismay, Flippy was just not getting a read on the situation here; he just kept on talking to us with a bright happy smile. "Oh you're still dating Katie? That's wonderful! Ever since you made out with Stephanie Gensheimer at that party on Saturday, I figured you guys broke up! You know, I've been wanting to ask if you guys if you'd be interested in-"

"Out of my way Flippy!" the vixen roared furiously as she yanked poor Flippy backward by the collar.

"Ack-" was all the poor Pig could manage as he was dragged backwards, lost his balance and fell square on his ass. A passing Taby Cat girl, probably one of Flippy's fangirls, went to go help him back up to his feet, asking if he was okay.

But more importantly, Scott looked like he was cornered and about to be eaten by feral lions in the few moments before Katie reached him. "Uh, hey Katie, what's up- ow!" he blurted out as Katie slapped him hard on the face.

Then she began machine-gun slapping the shit out of Scott.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," she repeated in time with her blows as her boyfriend responded with "ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow" in turn. Katie's ponytail and side hair was swinging around all over the place as she just continued and continued to pulverize her boyfriend like one of those belligerent chicks on trash reality-TV shows. I was shell-shocked by the whole scene, unable and unwilling to help Scott lest I incur the wrath of... THAT.

"Fuck you!" "ow." "Fuck you!" "ow." "Aaaaand FUCK YOU!" with the final blow she kneed Scott right in the balls. The Polar Bear involuntarily jackknifed forward right before he doubled over on the ground. "OW, FUCK!" he cried out in agony.

...Yeah, that's what I meant by 'THAT'.

Katie's fury shifted to a smug look of triumph as she flipped her ponytail from her front left back behind, "There, Scott, my darling. Now you know how I felt when I heard you made out with that floozy Stephanie Gensheimer, who is so not my BFF anymore!"

...cheerleaders, go figure.

She continued, "This can count as the upfront payment, but I expect you to make up the rest with your body. Tonight, we'll be doing the thing with the chocolate syrup, handcuffs and the condom balloons. Then we can talk about what you can do for me to forgive you!" The vixen then huffed in relieved satisfaction to what she must have thought of as a job well done. But she soon blinked in awareness of the terrified to amused looks and silence from other students, and the massive ring of open hallway space her scene created, in what was minutes ago was a hallway clogged worse than my chubby Dad's arteries.

She looked around, a nervous smile slipping up on her muzzle. She turned to me, suddenly demure. "Hi Rob, sorry about that. Just got a little heated there. Gotta keep Scott on a tight leash, literally and figuratively, haha, or else he'll just walk all over little old me! Anyway, I'm off to class now, Toodles! Oh, and don't forget what I said, Scott!" she said with a wave of her fingers as she headed back down the hallway toward the central wing of the school, her intensity going from a hundred to zero just like that.

I just stood there for a few moments, utterly taken aback by the whole scene. I mean really, she just walks up to Scott, beats the shit out of him and then demands kinky sex? Wish I had that kind of confidence. Don't get me wrong, she's still an aggro bitch, but like, wow. I looked down at my poor victimized best friend, who was noodling on the ground it pain. I offered him a paw up, "Damn, talk about a bitch tornado. You okay Scott?"

One paw still cradling his crotch, Scott took my paw and wobbled back up on his feet, quickly regaining his balance. After a few moments more of nursing his crotch-wound, indignant fury was now steaming in his eyes. "What the hell Katie, who even does that?!" He shouted in a suddenly high-pitched voice out toward Katie, to no avail. He gritted his teeth wide open, molars in plain view. He began stomping forward loudly. "That's it, I'm giving her a piece of my mind! It was just one little make out session, and I meant it as a joke! Like hell I'm doing that condom balloon thing again!"

I might have been laughing at Scott's angry yet cutely high pitched voice-over, except that the Polar Bear started strutting angrily down the hallway toward Katie. His hips swaying side by side with his angry hulking posture, his Varsity football jacket riding up a bit, showing off his well-toned muscular ass...

I guess the sheer amount of crazy that just transpired must have lowered my straight-boy guard a little bit... "Yep, that's definitely his ass that I'm staring at..." I muttered quietly, thinking myself alone.

"Yeah, so am I!" I blurted out with a start, backing up a step, noticing a certain short Pig who had appeared out of nowhere on my left.

"Ahh! ...Oh, Flippy... hi didn't see you there, uh..." The pig was looking straight at Scott's well-toned ass, his tail springing in inward and outward in arousal.

"Hate it when he leaves, but love watching him go, am I right or what?" he said cheerily, a big goofy grin wide on his muzzle.

My eyes began darting side to side, scouting in panic to see if anyone was listening in on us. Thankfully all the other students in the hallway seemed too focused on Katie's altercation to notice how suddenly gay my conversation with Flippy had become. I needed to get Flippy to shut up before he started talking about his... alternate hobby. "You know when I said I was staring at... Scott's butt, I uh, didn't mean that in a sexual way. Just a joke, ha."

Flippy giggled a bit. "Oh, well I totally was!" Did I mention that Flippy is openly bi? Because he is. Aggressively so. Like, I know my mind is off in lala-land most the time, but once you flip Flippy's switch (pun not intended, I SWEAR) the shit that comes out of this kid's mouth... is next level.

"That's... good to know," I responded with an uneven intonation.

Flippy began grinning like a dork with his tongue sticking upwards out of the left of his muzzle. He looked up to me, "I gotta say Rob, you're around some really sexy people. Both Katie and Scott? Wow. And the things they're into? It's like, tease me some more, why don't you? Do you know if they're open?"

Oh shit there he goes. I felt another pang of uncomfortable panic, trying my best to skirt around the kink talk. "Uh, 'open'? What do you mean...?"

"You know, open, like, as a couple?"

"Um..."

"I like to see myself as the 3, in threesome, if you catch my drift!"

NOPE NOPE ABORT, ABORT, ABANDON SHIP! THREESOMES ARE NOT WELCOME IN A SCHOOL ENVIRONMENT! "OH. Um, wow, okay, yeah, uh... that's strange that you're into that. I'm not sure if they're into that, but I'll let you know if they say anything... Flippy..."

I soon realized the error of calling his obsession with threesome 'strange', because it was just begging him to try to justify it. So Flippy just shrugged happily to me, digging us deeper down the rabbit hole of depravity. "Yeah you know, I was surprised too when I found out I liked threesomes, but I guess it's nice because you know most times it's just a sex thing instead of like, romance, which I'm not really looking for, but that's really mostly because of something my mom said. Did I ever tell you what she said about that?" I shook my head slowly mouth open in discomfort, though it was entirely lost on Flippy.

"I'll tell you what she said." The Pig cleared his throat and began talking in a high pitched impersonation with a deep Mexican accent, "She said 'Felipe Diego Rodríguez, I don't give no damn if you date a man or a woman, but if you bring one American gringo back to this house I'll beat your ass back to Guadalajara' is what she said."

I wouldn't mind doing things to your ass~

No, bad Mind! Stay focused here! This is school! GAY OUT, GAY OUT!

The traffic of other students slowly but surely getting closer and closer to earshot as the aftermath of Katie and Scott's encounter began to fade, all the while the onslaught of uncomfortable sex-talk continued, with no effort on Flippy's part to control his volume, "So I just kinda got into sex for sex, you know? And threesomes are great for that! And if I could do one with Scott and Katie I'd be so happy."

Something seemed wrong about that. "Hey wait, with Katie? Didn't she just choke you by the collar a while ago?"

...oh fuck no, did I just-

"Yeah, I know! I'm still hard from that!"

C-C-C-C-Combo!

Half terrified, half curious (also half aroused) I Inadvertently gazed at Flippy's crotch. Fanning out to the left pant leg was this sausage shaped tent and YUP THAT'S DEFINTELY AN ERECTION.

Flippy's cock seemed to have standard girth and a length of six inches or so, which is pretty average but on somebody as tiny as Flippy it looked HUGE. I started feeling and erection of my own begin to form as I pulled my gaze away from the big-pig boner. I had built myself a nice mental block around Scott so I didn't get too aroused when he teased me anymore, but I was not prepared for Flippy.

"That's... nice, Flippy..." I said with a pukey smile, bringing my gym clothes down to conceal my crotch. I accidentally stole a glimpse at Flippy's package again. Aaaand now I've also got a full on boner, great!

By the grace of whatever higher deity was looking over me, the three-minutes remaining bell rang at that moment, which caught Flippy's attention. His lips formed a circle in surprise. "Oh, I gotta go because I got Student Council crap to do during A-lunch period, but if you ever think you might be into something like that, let me know! Bye~" He said with an ear-to-ear grin, eyes closed cutely.

I found myself wanting to stare at a second guy's hot ass in the span of, like 5 minutes, but I somehow managed to control my urge. Thing was, I had to asses, I MEAN 'assess' the gay-damage. Scoping the perimited, traffic had returned to its normal hustle and bustle, furs shoving and elbowing each other in a hurry to get to class on time. With that, nobody seemed like they were really listening in on my conversation with Flippy, but you never know what random stuff they might have picked up. I pulled my gym clothes in closer to tighter cover my crotch.

As the Pig got lost in the crowd I sighed in relief. I think I was safe? ...but at the same time, this bizarre encounter really put my fears into perspective. Here I was, embarrassed about my choice in foreign language and being gay, and yet today people were talking openly about condom balloons and threesomes, Jesus...

More importantly, what was I going to do about this erection? Force it down? Maybe but my Mind is an ass a jerk and likes to remind me of sexy things constantly whenever my guard is broken. I'd be damned if I ever chance with a hard-on around Scott or the other bros in Weight training class!

I looked down and the tent below my gym clothes. My erection was still throbbing hard. I looked up at the nearby clock.

Little over 2 minutes till 4th period starts, plus the five minute grace period to put my gym clothes on...

...

...F*ck it, Imma go masturbate.