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"Boy ain't right." Jerry said to his wife, Mary. "Something goin' on."

"Jerry, I swear to God, you sound like a fucking sitcom character." Mary replied, shaking her head. "I mean, yes, there's something up, but I'm not about to start poking my nose in it. He's a teenage boy, this is the height of normal, and hell, you should know that." The husky sighed aloud and poured herself another drink. Jerry had been on this absurd kick lately that their son, Ransom, was so severely messed up, and that something was very, very wrong.

"He comes home, clearly beat to shit, and you don't question why, at all?" The bison asked incredulously. "Ain't that our job?"

"No, Jerry, it's not. Not anymore. He's eighteen now. Legal. We shouldn't be lording over him like he's a guilty twelve-year-old just because you disapprove of what he's doing in his free time."

"Hell! I'd like to even have a clue what he's doing in his free time!" The husband shouted, earning him a glare from his mate, telling him to tone it down a step or two. "I'm just worried, Mary. I don't want our boy getting hurt. He might be legal, but that don't mean he knows what's good for him yet. I ain't saying I _know_either, but I was eighteen once too, so were you. We're supposed to help him not make mistakes that we did."

"Then go talk to him." Mary said, exasperated. "Telling me won't do a lick of good, Jerry. You're so worried about what he's doing, go ask. Else, drop it. For Christ's sake, this is what, the fourth, fifth time we've had this stupid argument? I'm getting really sick of it." Jerry put his head in his hand and groaned. He was very much hoping that she could be conned into doing it, but he saw that there wasn't much hope of that past now, if he valued his marriage much at all.

"Alright." He said, much to Mary's surprise. Before she had a chance to reply, he cut her off. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna scare him or anything. Just going to talk, like adults. I mean that." Jerry looked her in the eyes as the last words left his mouth, telling her he was dead serious about what he'd just said.

"O-okay, Jerry." Mary stuttered out, still confused about what just happened. "I'll be in the bedroom when you're done." Jerry nodded and stalked off sullenly, knowing this was a trainwreck in the making. Mary was surprised for a reason: Jerry wasn't much of an emotional talker, especially not when it came to things that were even the least bit heated. His little outburst a moment before was evidence enough of that, and even he knew it. It wasn't so much a flaw he hid, but one he worked around. He had no interest, saw no reason in trying to change that about himself so late in life. Time would tell if that was foolish or not, he supposed, but more value would come from sticking with a bet either way.

When he arrived at his son's door, he took a deep breath, rocking his shoulders up, and back down again from the inhale, then stared at the door in front of him in the dark hallway. This was going to be really, really bad.

"Ransom?" He called through the door, knocking on it as he did. "Wanna talk about something. Nothing bad." A straight lie, doubtless not the first he'd tell tonight.

"Oh... okay, you can come in." Came the young voice from the other side. Jerry took another breath for bravery's sake and opened the door, finding the room behind it was indeed his son's room, and not the visage of hell's torment that his anxiety had conjured up. He found his son sitting in his desk chair at his computer, a lamp next to him the sole light in the room, save for the monitor on the desk itself. Jerry stepped in and sat down on his son's bed, giving the young husky a lookover. He'd somehow not picked up a bit of the bison's heft, instead maintaining the lithe form that his mother bore very elegantly. Not much of a look for a man though, Jerry thought.

"So..." Jerry started, his eyes going everywhere but where Ransom's lay. He groaned once more. "...fuck it, I told your mother we'd do this like adults, so we will. Where have you been going in the evenings? And please don't bullshit me, I know better than that." Ransom's eyes became dinner plates as he now started dodging his father's gaze.

"Um... well..." The husky started, tracing a line on the floor with his foot. "Meeting with girls. Different ones. Not from school though." Jerry eyed him skeptically, still very unconvinced.

"Yeah? And you come in looking like you got in a bar fight every time because...?" The bison was more comfortable now, on the offensive end of things, but he paid mind to not be too rough with his son, at least not until he started avoiding questions.

"They're um... kinda kinky girls." Ransom said with a blush, hidden deep under his fur. He wasn't exactly lying, and he hoped that would be enough to throw his father off the trail. "Like I said, not from school. Year or two older than me."

"Uh-huh." Jerry eyed his son up and down, checking for any of the various tells he'd picked up over the years. "They do any drugs?" Ransom's throat jerked, as if he choked on the simple act of swallowing.

"N-no! No, nothing like that. I swear, you can test me if you want proof!" The pup stammered out quickly. "I swear it's nothing like that." Jerry shook his head and stood. The boy was clean, but there was definitely something more going on. He wasn't about to burn money on getting a drug test done, and he didn't actually care much to either. He'd known junkies, and his son was very far away from that. The question was mostly just to shake the roots a little, see if anything came loose.

"Alright, son." He said, putting his hand on the canine's shoulder. "I'm not gonna keep interrogating you. I trust you enough to let this lie. But keep your head on straight, please. You're way too smart, way too close to being set up with a good life. Don't throw it away. And if you could, think about dialing back the crazy sex parties or whatever the fuck you're doing, alright? It makes me think you're gonna come back missing a limb, or something." Jerry smiled a bit, and met his son's eyes again. Ransom smiled back, relaxing a bit. His dad may be the more old-school, distant type, but he did mean well.

"Alright, thanks, Dad." Jerry nodded down at the boy and stepped over to the door, taking the handle as he looked back into the room.

"Goodnight, Ransom. I'll see you in the morning." Ransom nodded back to him and smiled again.

"G'night, Dad, sleep well." With that, Jerry shut the door and wandered off to his bedroom, his mind easing and shifting over to ways to convince Mary into letting him give her a good railing before bed. Ransom, on a similar note, turned back to his computer and pulled up his web browser, looking back over the various fetish sites he had open on different tabs. A few of them were profiles for sites he used to find people around Colson, a necessity with the way the mountain town kept an air of sexual conservatism that was rampant when his dad was his age. As much as he thought it was a different time and that things should be more progressive and open, Ransom was also not so idealistic.

After checking over his profiles to see if he got any messages, of which there were no more for the night, he clicked back over to his other tabs, a variety of domination porn and erotica. After his encounter with a local dominatrix a few weeks before, Ransom had undergone something of a sexual awakening, with several fetishes coming to light all at once. The one of most concern to himself was the way that he felt very attracted, no, lustful towards dicks now. He was tempted to look around for another guy to hook up with, just to see if he liked it, but the act of setting up all these profiles and the few outings he'd had were at the limits of what he felt he could make himself do right now. But maybe, maybe, was always prodding in the back of his mind.

The husky shook himself and tried to force the thoughts away for now, going back to what he was doing. He sighed, remembering that he was checking his messages, and realized he was fresh out of new meetups for a while. He began closing out of the tabs, a bit frustrated, then reached for his phone. Surprisingly, he had a text message.

"Hey, got something for you, if you're interested." It read, sent by one of his friends who helped get him into domination, who had a much vaster social network from a few years of being around. "Hit me back if you want details, but it's gonna be blind." Ransom checked the receive time, which was only about half an hour before. Marco, the friend in question, would definitely still be awake, as it was only about ten 'o clock.

"Why blind?" He replied. "You really expecting me to bite on that?" Marco, the quick little hare that he was, shot back right away, typing almost faster than Ransom thought was possible.

"It's a Thursday night and you saw fit to reply with anything but a no. You have no plans for the weekend, don't bullshit me man." Ransom groaned, knowing Marco wasn't bluffing, he'd seen right through him again. That tended to be a trend, and the canine chalked it up to being inexperienced and falling into what was probably very typical behavior.

"Fine, you got me, but that doesn't mean I'm going to bite on something that sounds so dangerous."

"They're not looking to dom." The hare sent back. "Just a hookup, better than nothing, and you both are into kinda similar shit, thought I'd help a brother out. You want in on this, you gotta just trust me. You know I won't fuck you over." Ransom read over the text a few times, letting it simmer on his mind. Marco wasn't wrong, they'd been tight friends for a few years, and Marco took these things pretty serious after he had a few friends end up in bad situations, most of them not even by his direction. Still, the husky was apprehensive, but he caved to his hormones before logic could set in once more.

"Alright, just send me the details in the morning." With that, Ransom tossed his phone aside crawled into bed, not to sleep, but to relax for a bit. He didn't need to really sleep for another hour or so, but he had class the next morning so he did still need to wake up. So, with little else to do, the young canine let his mind drift. As one might expect from an eighteen-year-old, these idle thoughts quickly led to sex, as he thought back on the past couple months, how he'd been inducted into having a submission fetish by his closest friend. Marco was a matchmaker for a lot of people around Colson, since he had the reputation of knowing almost everyone in town who was single and being familiar enough with most of them to play a decent dating service. Similarly, after finding that Ransom hadn't dated at all, he was determined to get him laid pretty steady and teach him how to do it on his own before the end of senior year. "You won't have me to babysit you after this Spring." He'd said when trying to convince the pup to branch out. After some rather interrogative questioning, the pair had come up with a list of fetishes and interests, of which a tendency towards submission topped the list. Ransom, completely clueless to dating, let alone searching for someone so specific, opted to let Marco continue helping him.

As his thoughts drifted closer to the present, Ransom yet again remembered the run in with the dominatrix over at the Black Box. Her body had been nice, and the dominance she showed was great, especially for a first timer, but those things weren't where his memory laid at all. No, all he could remember was seeing her bright red, slick, enticing cocks. Marco had recommended this girl because she was close by and knew her shit, but Ransom realized in retrospect that he had to have been joking about asking for the special, and calling her "forktongue". It was strange though, as Ransom felt himself completely fall into the routine once he realized what the special was, which was why he even asked for it in the first place. He never told Marco about that part, and figured he never would, since every girl after that had been cis.

Even still, the husky's mind relapsed to the sight of those cocks over his muzzle as his hand dipped down to his own cock, towering up and tenting his shorts as he lay in bed. Pushing the waistband down, the canine sighed in relief as he felt the tension come off of his cock and move instead to below his balls, where the waistband sat now. Pre dribbled out of his tip, tracing slick lines down his length, only to be interrupted by his hand curling around it and squeezing gently. Ransom took his sheet and stuffed some of it into his mouth to stifle himself, and set to work on his own cock, his other hand kneading at his balls. He didn't quite need the sheet, it was more of a precaution, and he found his orgasm building steadily as he pumped his cherry red dick. Something felt a bit slow this time though, and he felt himself starting to plateau as his mind drifted, now picturing several of the many dicks he'd seen in porn over the years. He growled through the sheet, knowing he'd need something a bit more.

His mind had long since clouded with arousal, and he was getting more and more desperate to cum with every moment that passed. Normally, this took him only a few minutes, but a check of the clock would have told him he'd been stroking his meat for fifteen, and to no avail, his orgasm still very much out of his reach, and slowly starting to fade away from him. The husky's hands grew anxious and he started groping himself more furiously, hoping to recapture his edge. His fingers dug in under his balls, and he found that it felt... pretty good, actually. Curious and undeterred from the drive of his lust, he started prodding around as he kept pumping, trying to find a sweet spot if there was one. Bit by bit, his fingers gradually inched towards his tailhole.

At first, he felt a tinge of disgust. That was... gay, right? He was straight, after all, no need to do anything like that, he thought for a moment, until his orgasm began to slip again. He grunted, frustrated at his body, and decided to take a leap of faith, slowly pushing one of his fingers inside his ass. He went slow, letting the initial tightness ease away before pressing further. Each prod went progressively deeper and he sighed softly, enjoying the sensation of his smooth, warm walls gripping the digit. His cock started to feel much harder than usual, almost starting to ache, and he began pumping at it as fast as he could manage, feeling himself quickly nearing his edge. Spurred on by this, he kept pushing deeper and deeper, until his second knuckle was worked inside of him. Ransom curled his finger out of instinct and gasped as the tip drug over a firm, smooth patch. Incredibly curious, he started prodding it, rubbing and stroking it, much to his body's delight. His cock pulsed hard, throbbing and swollen to its absolute limit, his balls tight to his body and ready to burst. His knot slid free from his sheath and made the pulse much clearer, the big, vibrant bulge beating faster and faster as he felt the cum welling up inside him. The husky stabbed his finger against his prostate and felt his body break, his knot swelling up as cum surged from his tip in thick, ropey globs, spattering all over his chest and stomach.

Exhausted, he dropped his cock, letting it fall as seed continued to flow from it. A look down at it made his whole body twitch and one last rope shot out, streaking over his snout. Instinct then overcame the pup; he slung his tongue out and cleaned his snout swallowing his own load without a thought, then realized what he'd just done. Shame started to fill him, until he brushed some of the cum on his stomach, finding he enjoyed the feeling. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought, getting up to clean himself off. Everything felt weird, especially the new slight looseness of his tailhole. Ransom sighed as he wiped the seed off of himself, opting to push the thoughts out of his mind and just get some sleep, hoping the odd thoughts would fade over the course of the night. He crawled back into bed after outing the light in his room, then pulled the sheets over himself, drifting off to sleep.

***

School the next day was slow, especially with the prospect of getting some tail later in the evening, but Ransom powered through, distracting himself with his work when he could. Since it was the Spring semester, and given his senior status, that was a bit harder to do than one might expect, since it was almost strictly coasting for him until the summer. His grades were already in good places, and despite his attempts to remain focused, he just couldn't help the gradual onset of "senioritis". His final class for the day was one of his few challenges, which he somewhat relished, if only to give him something to think about that didn't involve getting his dick wet.

"Ransom." His teacher, an overweight tiger by the name of Mr. Harris, began. "I'm sure you've read the material, unlike some of us here. What is linearization?" Ransom gave a faint smile. He liked Harris, even if he was an asshole a lot of the time.

"Linear representation of a function at a given point A, sir."

"Very good, Mr. Clark." The feline replied. "And how does one find this line?"

"F prime of A times F of A times X minus A." Ransom said, not doubtful for a moment. Although it might have been his hardest class, his high school wasn't one to really challenge their seniors with this class, since most of them would just retake it as freshmen anyways. The school didn't offer it as a college credit class, but Ransom hadn't known that when he started off in Geometry instead of Algebra. Oh well, he thought as he eased back in his seat, at least it looked good for colleges. Ambition sells.

"Correct. Now, some of you are probably wondering what this could be used for." The tiger then took off into an explanation about applications of linearization in economics and statistical analysis, and Ransom found himself drifting back into his thoughts again, much to his own dismay. It wouldn't normally bother him, but his mind kept running back to last night, and as per usual lately, cocks. After seeing his own dick shoot a thick load at his face, the husky found that it was incredibly hard to scrub the image from his mind, and even harder to find a reason why he'd want to. His shame was mostly mechanical, forced out of an odd sense of decency, but he felt an unfettered attraction to the image. He wanted more, even though his mind was telling him that he shouldn't. The bell to end class soon rang, breaking him away from questioning his preferences further, but the thought was proving very sticky.

The canine made his way to his locker and chucked his books inside before walking to the back exit to the school and waiting by the door. Marco would be there soon to catch his ride home. Marco didn't have a car, as his immediate family was comprised solely of his mother, his father having passed away when he was very young, only a couple years old. Other than the lower income, Marco never seemed to mind not having a father around, and his mother wasn't much for dating. At times though, Ransom could tell that it was a bit more troublesome than he let on. Of course, he'd never say anything, that would be way out of line for him, but he hoped that his silent support was enough to keep his friend going when times were rough.

A tap on the back of the head shook him from his thoughts and alerted Ransom that his friend was ready to go. He gave Marco a quick look over before saying anything, noting some definite fatigue in his posture and face.

"You look tired, man, you doing alright?" The husky asked with concern as he opened the door, letting the hare go first.

"Long night and shit, no big deal." He replied with a handwave. "You shouldn't be worried about that, anyways, you've got a long night ahead of you." Ransom cracked a smile as he saw one creep over Marco's face.

"Yeah, guess I do. So you gonna give me any details?" A quick shake of the head from the lapine gave him his answer. They were coming up on his car, and Ransom unlocked it, walking to the driver's side.

"Nah, gotta be a secret. I promised."

"Promised who?" Ransom asked as they got into his car. "My date?"

"Quick on the stick today." Marco said with a smirk. "Keep that up and you should be a real happy dude by the end of the night." Ransom smiled back and rolled his eyes as he started the car and engaged the drive.

"Man, you just get off on this shit, don't you?"

"Gotta have something to do with my time, Ransom, let me have this, alright?" The hare quipped, laughing as he stretched his legs in the cab.

"Alright, alright, I'll let you have your fun." Ransom pulled the car out and set out onto the road. "I trust your judgment enough to let you play around a little bit."

"Good boy." The husky groaned.

"Don't make me regret saying that." He shot back. "Where are we going anyways? You said the meet up time would be around 5, and it's 3:45 now."

"Swing by my place first, gotta drop my shit off, then to yours, I need to help you pick out clothes." Ransom eyed his friend suspiciously.

"And just what the hell is wrong with what I've got on?" The canine asked, turning off the highway down to where Marco lived.

"Don't worry, this ain't a formal meeting or anything." Marco said dismissively. "If anything, it's the other way. Need to rough your image up a bit, make you a little more intimidating." Ransom gave him a direct, strange look as they pulled into Marco's driveway.

"Did you forget what I'm into or something?" Marco shook his head and sighed as he got out of the car. Ransom rolled his window down to hear Marco, expecting to get an earful for doubting him.

"You gonna trust me or what?" He said, his tone bearing the slightest taste of irritation as he started walking towards the house. "I know what I'm doing, and you damn well know that. Just roll with it and stop asking questions, you'll have more fun. Now, I'll be back in a minute." Ransom acquiesced, closing his eyes for a moment as he sat in the car. Fine, if Marco was going to be so persistent, he'd submit to the madness. He'd figure out the answers to his questions sooner or later. After a little bit, Marco re-emerged from his home, carrying a travel bag. He chucked it carelessly into the back seat as he got in, looking over to Ransom expectantly as the husky started the car once more. After pulling back out onto the road and driving for a bit, Ransom found he was still holding Marco's gaze.

"What?"

"You not gonna ask about the bag?" Marco asked, leaning up and pointing back at it.

"You told me to trust you and roll with it, so I am." Ransom said with nonchalance. "I'm guessing I'll find out here before too long." Marco laughed a bit.

"Wasn't expecting you to cave on it that easy, but alright, good on you." Marco said, relaxing back in his seat again. "I'll tell you about this one now then, I suppose. They're just clothes for you. We share pretty similar sizes, but they'll hang a little loose on you, which is what I want."

"Clothes from your closet, so it must be some edgy shit." Ransom said with a smirk, slowing down as they neared his house. A quick look at Marco's annoyed expression confirmed his statement for him. After parking outside his house, Ransom walked to the front door and unlocked it. Neither of his parents would be home for at least an hour and a half, since they both got off around five o' clock and it was only just turning four. The pair walked directly to Ransom's room, Marco knowing the way just as well as Ransom. He'd spent many a night over here, both from necessity and pleasure. It helped his mother a lot to have a place to stash him when things started getting strained monetarily, so she could cut down on bills for a bit. As a result, their families were more than just a little globbed together like most friends' families were, rather, it was more like they were fused. Jerry was an old friend of Marco's mother and Mary was very onboard with him helping her out when she needed it, since it didn't take much looking to see how hard she worked to make ends meet. A little help here and there eased the stress more than they could comprehend.

The hare leapt from the doorway, landing gracefully on Ransom's bed and opening up the bag, tugging shirts and jackets out of it, as well as a dark pair of jeans. Ransom picked over the clothes a bit, taking note of the general style that Marco seemed to have in mind, but didn't do much more than that, as the hare was already quickly matching shirts to jackets in order to make up potential outfits. Once done, he positioned Ransom in front a mirror, posing him just so, then handing him the clothes.

"Uh... you gonna step out?" Ransom said, holding the clothes and staring at his friend, who wasn't even taking the decency to turn away. Marco looked down at his watch and looked a bit irritated again.

"No time for that, just hurry up and try them on, this'll be quick." Ransom rolled his eyes and stripped down, pulling the jeans on first since they would be the persistent element. They slowly worked through the outfits, all of which seemed ludicrous to Ransom, definitely out of his usual style. He tended to be a thick coat or heavy hoodie type of guy, which suited him since they lived near the mountains and the windshear could get pretty harsh in the winter, but this was something altogether different. All of the outfits were composed of tight shirts; not skin tight, but very close. They must have felt like second skin to Marco, he thought as he pulled the last one on. After the shirt came the jackets, all of which were thin zip-ups that didn't quite reach his waist. Again, he wondered how the hell these things even fit on Marco.

"Hmmmm." Marco said after a thought. "The grey and light blue. Grey cuts between your black and white fur, and the blue adds a nice splash of color."

"Whatever you say." Ransom said, switching back to that set of clothes. Although definitely not extravagant, Marco was always pretty well dressed despite not having much, so Ransom trusted him to know what he was talking about. Once the clothes were on, Marco hurried the husky to the front door and slipped him a piece of paper.

"You're pretty good on time, but don't fuck around. That's the address, be punctual." Marco said seriously. Ransom was surprised, as he was almost never this formal about it in the past. "I'll be here when you get done, don't worry about taking a while."

"Alright." Ransom tucked the paper away, having already noted the place he needed to be, which wasn't far and was in an area he knew. "I'll see you later then."

He waved and tried to shake away the awkward feeling that always arose when he left the hare at his house like this. It felt strange, and more than a little unorthodox, and it never got less weird to him. The drive proved as short as expected and he found he was about five minutes early. Convenient, he thought, turning off the car and taking a deep breath to stave off his nerves. This part was getting easier, very slowly, but the blind part of this date was still bugging him a bit. He hadn't gotten anywhere near as much out of Marco before leaving as he thought he would. The canine shook himself again and stepped out of the car, walking up to the door of the apartment number that was on the sheet. He steeled himself and knocked firmly, making sure that whoever was in there would hear. After a moment of no reply, he looked over the door again, noticing a sticky note above the handle. "Unlocked until 5:10" was all it said. Ransom was even more nervous about this than before, but hardened his resolve and opened the door, stepping in quietly and taking the note off of the door. Wouldn't want to get disturbed by intruders, after all.

"I'm here." Ransom called out into the dim apartment. Again, no reply. Despite rising suspicions, Ransom found the potential of sating his hormones was still winning the day, so he pressed into the apartment, following anything that had a light on. The place wasn't that big, so it wasn't like he was going to get lost, but the dead silence was still making him more and more wary. Only one of the doors past the main room was open, and only slightly, but the husky assumed that to be the right one. He stepped up to the door and announced, possibly to no one, that he was coming in. To his surprise, in the dimly lit room, there was a bed, and on the bed was a large raccoon, a fair bit bigger than Ransom himself, not that that was a huge feat. More surprising, was that the raccoon was completely nude save for a sheet that was draped over one of his legs. The other male was looking over his phone idly and perked up once he heard Ransom's call.

"Took you a bit to get in here, you get lost on the way from the front door?" The raccoon teased. Ransom's incredibly confused look reminded the male that he had more than one job this evening. "Oh, right, you have no idea why I'm here."

"Not a one." Ransom said, his eyes narrowing. "Give me a good reason not to just walk out the door?" The raccoon laughed and his cock stirred, starting to stand up and harden. Ransom's eyes widened and he shut the door behind him.

"Ha, seems like I don't have to. I'm Luther, by the way, and I'm a friend of Marco's." He said, still smiling. "Why don't you come sit down with me?" The husky nodded and walked over to the bed sitting down on the free side of it after kicking off his shoes.

"So, why are you here? Marco should know that I'm straight." Luther laughed again, louder this time.

"Alright, two things, since you don't seem to be joking. Firstly, that's why I'm here, to show you the other side of the fence. Marco wanted that for you, for some reason. You'd have to ask him why, he wouldn't tell me." Luther paused and cocked an eyebrow, noticing that Ransom's eyes were directed solely at the hard cock in front of him. "Secondly, you're clearly not straight, which makes my job a lot easier."

"He wanted you to... convert me?" Ransom said, cocking his head curiously, but not taking his eyes off of the smooth, long raccoon dick in front of him. It wasn't unlike any of the horse cocks he'd seen in porn, but was a fair bit thinner and had a natural S-curve to it.

"Well... yeah. That's kind of my thing." Luther said with a blush as he rubbed the back of his head. "So play it up a little for me, alright?" Ransom's eyes went wide and shot back to the raccoon's face.

"Wait, you're expecting me to fuck you?"

"There's the spirit!" Luther said excitedly, looking the husky up and down. "Nice clothes, by the way, I like the style." Ransom was caught further off-guard by the seemingly random comment, then was shaken back to reality as the raccoon rolled on top of him.

"Wait, stop!"

"If you really want me to stop, say red. If you need me to slow down, but not stop, say yellow, otherwise I'm assuming green." Luther said with a serious even tone. "So, pick a color." Ransom hesitated for a moment, then looked down to see the raccoon's long, heavy cock hanging down between them.

"...yellow." The canine said shyly, his voice very quiet. "I want to see where this goes, but slow, please?" Luther smiled genuinely and nodded.

"No problem, kid. We all have a first time. Some of us just have it more than once." Ransom didn't have time to wonder about the odd phrasing, as Luther started gently stroking over his chest, feeling him through the thin, tight shirt. "Can this come off?"

"Y-yeah..." Ransom said as his face grew hot, and his jeans grew even tighter than before. Luther noticed the bulge in the husky's tight black jeans as he leaned back and eased the shirt up over his stomach, but decided not to be too forward. He could take his time here, play around with this one.

"So, Ransom, what do you like about me?" Luther asked, carefully pulling the jacket and shirt off of Ransom, exposing his flat, untoned chest. "Clearly something, since you decided to stay." Ransom mumbled something in response, but Luther had no chance in hell of clearly understanding it. In response, he reached down and tipped the pup's chin up and looked him in the eyes, prompting him to speak up.

"I... think I like cocks." He answered bashfully. "I've been thinking about them a lot lately... and I was thinking about them last night."

"Oh, really?" Luther said as he leaned back down, coming face to face with Ransom. "And what were you doing last night?" Ransom's heart pounded, not from fear anymore, but from pure adrenaline and excitement. Luther smirked, seeing the energy in his eyes, and pecked him on the lips. Ransom looked as if a bomb had just gone off in his head, taking a second to recover and accept what had just happened. After a second of watching the raccoon stare at him, he realized he never answered the question.

"Oh! Sorry, um... I was... well, I was..." He looked around, seeming a bit shameful at the thought. "Playing with my ass." Luther smiled warmly at the pup's innocence, then kissed him again, feeling the younger male press back a bit this time.

"Would you like me to help you try it again?" Ransom nodded and blushed, unsure of how else to respond. "Mmmm, in that case, these have to come off, is that alright?" Luther patted Ransom's thigh gently, indicating his jeans. The husky nodded quickly, slowly abandoning his shame in favor of his lust and curiosity. The raccoon undid the tight black jeans and peeled them away from the canine's fur, then fluffed it up to make him look nice and cute. It wasn't hard to do that, he noticed. The kid had a natural twink body, not enough natural muscle to ruin it, but also slim and a little on the feminine side. Just how Luther liked them.

"Mnnnn..." The pup moaned softly as Luther brushed over his crotch. He instantly realized what he'd just done and one of his hands shot to his mouth.

"Wow, that easy, huh?" Luther said with a toothy smirk. "Well, let's just get those off for you..." He hooked a finger into Ransom's briefs and tugged them down roughly, letting the husky's cock spring up, hard and already getting slick from pre running down it. The raccoon was quick, his hand leaping to Ransom's cock before it had time to bounce twice. His grip was firm, but not too tight. He didn't want to bruise a fresh toy, after all.

"Um... I... uh..." Ransom stammered on for a moment before Luther started pumping, making soft moans spill out of him instead. The older male smiled, pleased with the reaction, then set to stripping the pup once more. Once all his clothes were finally off, Luther rolled him onto his stomach, tugging his cock back between his thighs and sliding his chest down Ransom's dark, thick back fur. It was soft, clean, and very nice to bury his face in, something Luther hoped to do a lot of. He started gently kisses down the husky's back as he slid, completely unsure if it was even being felt, but the thought was there, at least. Once he was down to the pup's soft ass, he smiled once more. Ransom groaned softly as Luther spread his ass apart, revealing his tight tailhole. The kid had definitely not experimented much, Luther could tell that much from just a prod with his finger. It would take a bit to loosen him up, but hell, fresh asses like this didn't walk in every day. It would be well worth it.

"What are you doing back theeERRrrrrrrrre..." Ransom cut himself off with as deep groan as Luther started dragging his tongue over his asshole, pressing with it and trying to slip it inside. The feeling was ten times as intense as what Ransom had felt the night before, and fully convinced him that he wanted more of this. He wanted that long, curvy cock inside him, right now.

"Fuuuuuuck meeeeee." He moaned softly into the pillow. Luther gave his ass a squeeze and pulled away from the husky's ass for a moment.

"You're not quite ready, kid, give me a little bit to work my magic down here, then I'll give you a good railing. Sound good?" Ransom nodded hastily against the pillow, making Luther chuckle a bit. The enthusiasm in new converts was always funny to him, and very appreciated. Returning to the tight asshole beneath him, Luther became more forceful, trying hard to work his tongue inside the canine, and hugged Ransom's thighs tightly when he finally slipped it in. Ransom bucked his hips, but the raccoon had seen this coming, bracing him against the bed as he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper. Ransom squirmed harder as he felt the long tongue start pumping in and out, forcing his walls open gradually and slicking them over. After a bit more licking, the raccoon was satisfied with his job and pulled his tongue from the now much looser ass with a wet plop.

"Noooow?" Ransom asked eagerly, slipping into his role easily. It was starting to feel very natural, especially given his already submissive nature. Luther looked down at him and nodded, smiling as he brought his cock to bear and aimed it carefully. The husky arched his ass up in response, wanting to do whatever he could to feel full again faster. Luther slipped a finger into the canine's ass and tugged firmly, just to make sure he was still fairly loose, then laid his tip to the small gape and eased it inside. Ransom cheered him on with a chorus of light moans and grunts, making it hard for the raccoon to not just rail into him. He kept his pace as even as he could though, sliding down into Ransom slowly and carefully so as not to hurt him. The husky's ass pulsed and squeezed, as if trying to massage Luther's cock. The raccoon groaned low, finally hilting inside of his toy. This was going to be hard to do for long, he could tell. It had been way too long since he'd been in someone this fucking tight.

"Now." Luther said with a chuckle as he slid back out, much faster now, and started to thrust at a nice, even tempo. Ransom wriggled noisily under him, burying his face down into the pillow harder and rougher with each pump. The raccoon found his tempo hard to keep, just from watching the canine beneath him enjoying himself so much. Trying hard to maintain control, Luther decided to grant himself the privilege to bend down over the husky, which he did, pressing himself back into the soft, fluffy black fur and gently biting into Ransom's neck. His lust undeterred by this admittance, Luther's hips began to pound hard against Ransom's soft, fluffy ass, which cushioned him nicely. Ransom responded by thrusting his hips back roughly whenever he felt the raccoon's cock stop sliding, meeting him on every stroke. Luther, embarrassingly, felt his edge coming close, partly a product of Ransom being just that tight, and caressing his cock in the most amazing way. The canine, on the other hand, was going mad at the way that the raccoon's sinuous cock worked its way deep into his body, stroking places he never thought he could even feel.

"Kid, I-ungh, fuck, I'm gonna cum soon, are you read-ah, ready for that?" The husky growled loudly, feeling his wet, hard cock flopping around between his thighs and his knot starting to peek out. Luther felt the hard length bobbing around between them as he thrusted, smacking his thighs lightly and coating them with sweet, sticky precum.

"I neeeeeed it, Luther." Ransom said greedily. He didn't much care how much of a slut he sounded like, howling out a stranger's name like that, all he knew was that he wanted all of that load inside him. His fetishes were coming out as if they'd been under extreme pressure, which was fairly accurate to say, so he was ready for almost anything at the moment. Luther growled back at him, picking up his pace and abandoning any semblance of a tempo, instead thrusting wildly against the canine's ass.

"FUCK." Luther cried as he hilted in Ransom's ass, feeling his seed spill out inside of the husky in thick, heavy globs, working their way deep inside him. Ransom howled out in pleasure, feeling the heat fill his body and his own cum surge out of his twitching cock in viscous, pearly ropes. All the muscles in Ransom's body tensed for a moment, harder than they ever had before, then released, making him collapse into the bed, his pulsing cock lying in the pool of his own cum. The raccoon too crumpled, feeling exhausted like it was his first time all over again. The canine recovered a bit after a moment and reached back, cupping Luther's balls gently and rolling them in his palm, giving him a soothing feeling. Luther sighed aloud.

"You have no reason to be this good to me, kid." Luther said, a bit jaded. "And you're way too damn good at this for a first timer. Makes me think... there's something you should probably know." Luther slid off of the top of him and rolled Ransom over to face him. Ransom was looking just as sweet and innocent as when he'd walked in, and it made what the raccoon was about to mention that much of a rougher pill to swallow.

"Yeah?" Ransom asked, dropping Luther's balls and instead starting to smooth out his own fluffed up fur. Luther chuckled a bit at how unusual the whole situation was.

"Your buddy, Marco." The raccoon started. "He sends me mostly people who want to try things out. You ain't that. Or, rather, you weren't. You wondered about why yet?" Ransom's face contorted a bit with curiosity. The thought had been there before, but after getting lost in the heat of the moment, it had failed to return on its own.

"A bit, yeah. Why, do you think you know?" Luther rubbed the back of his head and sighed again. Kid wasn't connecting the dots.

"He wanted you gay." The raccoon said plainly. "I have an idea why, but frankly, you should ask him directly. Ain't my place to say, regardless of whether I'm right or wrong." Ransom thought for a moment and nodded, then perked up.

"Hey, what time is it?" He asked, starting to look around for his clothes.

"How the actual fuck should I know, kid?" Luther said with an eye roll. "Not like I have a clock in here. Why, you in a rush or something?" Ransom nodded in response and got up from the bed.

"Marco's waiting for me back at my house, and I don't want to keep him waiting there all night." Ransom said as he found his pants, and more importantly, his phone. He'd been there an hour, which wasn't much longer than usual, but long enough that he figured he should be heading home. He started dressing himself, prompting a response from the raccoon.

"So, heading out, I suppose?" Ransom jolted slightly, realizing how rude he was being.

"Yeah, sorry." He said bashfully. "I'll call you after that though, I'd definitely love to do this again." Luther shook his head and rolled onto his back, stretching out and relaxing.

"Don't bother." He said, although his tone wasn't cold like one might expect. Ransom looked at him curiously. "If I'm right like I think I am, you won't be calling me back. Don't worry about it though, I'm used to it. Most of these are one-offs anyways. No big deal." Despite was would normally be a cry for attention, Ransom felt none of that in the raccoon's tone. He seemed genuinely okay with what he'd just said, which was more than a bit odd. Regardless, Ransom was nearly dressed and not looking to sit around making small talk.

"Okay, if you're sure. I'm going to go now." Ransom said as he finished putting his jacket back on. "I had a really good time, Luther. Thank you for that." Luther smiled a bit.

"No worries, kid. Just pass on what you learned, that's all I want."

Ransom nodded and waved at him as he walked through the door, closing it behind him and leaving the apartment. He got into his car and took off back to his house, his mind buzzing. Now that he was out of there, his logical mind had woken back up and really set to wondering: why had Marco arranged this? In the context of tonight alone, it was extremely odd, but when taken with the dominatrix he'd been sent to, a trend was definitely emerging. Luther was clearly right, Marco was trying to turn him gay for one reason or another, but, at first, Ransom couldn't fathom a good reason why. His mind stirred and stirred as he ran the usual roads home, getting there quickly as his foot on the gas matched the intensity of his whirling brain. Just before he reached his home, a thought struck, and a plan of attack began to form. He slid into the driveway smoothly and hopped out of the car, his body on autopilot as he walked into the house and through it all the way to his room, where he opened the door and found Marco casually laying on his bed. The hare looked up at Ransom, who walked in and sat down on the edge of his bed after closing his door.

"So, Marco, what's the deal with trying to make me gay?" Ransom started, his tone incredibly inquisitive. Marco arched an eyebrow, but was otherwise straightfaced. "It worked, if you're wondering."

"Oh, did it?" Marco said, his guise starting to crack a bit.

"Yeah, and the whole way home, I was wondering why you'd set this up. What you stood to gain, since you had no other real reason to do this."

"Couldn't just be a friend trying to make another friend happy?" Marco said, his face softening with a bit of hurt.

"Maybe." Ransom said, his tone becoming increasingly irate. "But you seemed really fucking keen on keeping me in the dark. So maybe, you can come clean and stop dodging me?" Marco frowned, more hurt than before.

"You... you don't think I was trying to hurt you, do you?" He asked, sadness starting to shine through with the hurt.

"I don't know, I'd hope not." The husky said cynically. "I was under the impression that we cared about each other." Marco sighed, feeling his eyes starting to grow a bit wet.

"I care, goddamn it." Marco said quietly, catching Ransom offguard. "Way too damn much, probably." The canine went from shocked to confused, unsure of everything now.

"What... what do you mean?" Marco put his face in his hands for a moment, trying to collect himself.

"I've been helping you this whole time for a reason." He said, his voice quavering heavily as he spoke. "I wanted you to be more open sexually, for a reason. I wanted you to see you liked guys, for a reason." Ransom remained quiet, starting to piece the puzzle together. Marco let the dead air hang for a few moments before it grew too uncomfortable.

"I wanted to be with you, Ransom. For a long time now." Marco confessed, his voice shaking harder still. "And when I saw you starting to open up to things, I took my chance. Maybe it was manipulative, maybe I'm an asshole, and maybe I shouldn't have tried what I tried, but I couldn't make myself sit back when I saw an opportunity. I love you, Ransom. I have for a long, long time." Despite being so close to realizing it on his own, the statement still hit Ransom like a 10 ton boulder, making him physically recoil a bit from the shock.

"Fuck." He said before spacing out for a few moments. Marco shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what was going to happen now, but didn't move. After a few more moments, Ransom spoke again.

"Do you... do you want to try?" He said, deeply uncertain of what he was saying.

"Try?" Marco asked, unable to let himself believe that it meant what he thought it did.

"Being together." Ransom said, still fumbling the words as the spilled from his mouth. "More than what I just had with that guy. Like... really together." Marco shook his head in disbelief.

"You mean that?"

"I'm not sure yet." The husky admitted. "It's been a big day for me, but... I think I want to try this. Is that okay with you?" Marco sighed, hiding his face for a moment, before looking back up to the canine, tears streaming from his eyes.

"A try is all I've ever wanted, Ransom." Ransom nodded and kicked his shoes off, then turned back to Marco, who looked confused again.

Ransom let his mind rest for a moment, instead opting to act off of pure instinct, crawling across the bed until he was hovering over Marco. He looked down at the hare, feeling his heart starting to pound against his ribcage as their muzzles drew close. The husky closed his eyes and pressed in for a kiss, and Marco let him, unsure of how to respond at first. Once the reality set in, Marco pressed back, letting Ransom pin him by the shoulders and press their hips together, the bulges of their pants starting to fight for the little space between them. The hare forced his hands up the back of Ransom's shirt and jacket, pushing them up as he weaved his fingered deep into the thick fur over the canine's shoulder blades. The two broke their kiss and Marco pulled the shirt and jacket off of Ransom, who did the same to the hare's shirt. Content for the moment with their new expansions, their lips met again, harder now, parting and letting their tongues start to dance with one another.

Ransom pressed his chest down against Marco's, feeling his muscles shifting and tightening as the hare's hand roamed across the canine's back once more, his fingers sifting through the thick, soft fur and exploring the smooth contours of his shoulders. The husky broke the kiss yet again, deciding to dive down to the Marco's neck, just above the collarbone, and start kissing it softly. The hare felt his mind start to flood with passion, lust, and a thousand other intense sensations, but foremost of all of them being a deep happiness to finally have what he'd wanted for so long. The whole thing didn't feel real, but he wasn't about to let that stop him from indulging in it.

"Ransom," Marco said softly, trying to press down his gentle moans as the husky starting to suck gently at his collarbone. "Take my jeans off, please." Ransom grunted affirmatively against Marco's neck and set to undoing the hare's jeans as he simultaneously kept working at his neck. Once they were loose, Ransom dug his hands down into the sides of the jeans, forcing them down and firmly stroking over the hare's thighs, feeling them tense against his touch. Marco abandoned any hope of suppressing himself, letting his moans roll off his tongue in a steady drip as the canine's hands ran back up his legs, stopping at his waist once more then breaking away from him again.

"Again?" The husky asked breathlessly as he worked his fingers into the hare's briefs. His eyes met Marco's, both seeing the heat in the other's eyes, stirring both of them even more. The lagomorph broke the staring match, only to nod, then attacked his new mate's neck just like what had happened to him. Ransom didn't moan so much as he growled, his touches growing rougher and needier, forcing the briefs off of Marco's thick, smooth thighs and down his legs, letting the hare kick them free. The canine's hand leapt to Marco's now free cock, feeling it trying desperately to force itself up right. The husky couldn't look at Marco's cock, so he decided to explore by feel, splaying his fingers across his mate's length, feeling the girth, the curve, and the shape. It was a wonderful weight in his hand, just what he'd always wanted in his fantasies. Ransom started losing himself in the moment, beginning to unconsciously pump Marco's hard cock, drawing further soft cries from him. In retaliation, the lagomorph hooked his legs around the husky's hips and pulled down on Ransom's jeans with the friction of their contact.

"Mmmmm, my turn now?" Ransom asked through his blissful delirium. "Okay, okay. Give me a second, Marco, we have all the time in the world, no rush." Ransom undid his jeans and hooked his thumb around into his briefs as well, pushing them down as his other hand kept steadily quickening pace on the hare's throbbing length. Feeling their fur blend together at his hips, Marco began firmly grinding against the canine, as if searching for his mate's cock with his own. Ransom smiled to himself, loving his mate's enthusiasm, and took both of their cocks loosely in his hand, pressing them together and gently pumping them. Marco felt his mind starting to flood from the heat against his length, if only from knowing the heat was Ransom. It still didn't feel fully real to him yet, but every new touch grounded him more and more, bringing his mind away from lust and closer to love. The husky, on the other hand, was already lost in deep waves of emotion, his confidence strengthening with every passing moment.

The canine braced Marco's thighs with his hands, pushing them carefully up and out, forcing him to reveal his tailhole to the husky. Ransom smirked and slid down Marco's slim body, forcing him to finally break away from his mate's neck. The husky laid gentle kisses down Marco's chest as the hare's hand drifted down to his own cock and curled around it. He had just started to pump when a sudden lick from his mate gave him a hard jolt. Ransom was rimming him. This final act tore down the last bit of suspension he had, fully immersing him in the fact that Ransom was here, and was his, just as he was Ransom's. A gleeful smile overtook his face as groans poured from his maw and his hand started to dart up and down his cock. Ransom tried to adapt what he'd learned just earlier in the day, pressing his tongue firmly against the hare's tailhole, trying hard to slip it inside. Marco's tight muscles fought him and fought him as he moaned and squirmed, rolling his hips from side to side. A weak moment was all it took though, and Ransom slipped through his defenses, forcing his tongue deep into Marco's ass and pressing it in any direction he felt like. The lagomorph's ass slowly loosened, the muscles giving up bit by bit in anticipation for Ransom's hard dick to fill the void. Ransom soon pulled away and crawled up his mate's body, keeping the hare's legs pinned back to make his access easy and smooth.

Marco closed his eyes and threw his head back with aching impatience as the husky prodded around with his cock, blindly but gently thrusting his hips to search for the hare's loose ass. When the suspense grew too much for him to bear, Marco finally thrust his hand down and took the canine's warm, pulsing cock and guided it home, lining the tip up with his waiting tailhole. Ransom smiled wide and leaned in for a kiss, letting his body follow through and push his cock smoothly into the hare, hilting into him with little trouble. Seemed Marco was more used to this than he was. After breaking the kiss, Ransom gently held Marco's head by the chin, locking eyes with him.

"I'm sure now." He said as he watched the hare's eyes quiver and start to tear up. Both of the males smiled warmly and Ransom started slowly, fluidly pumping his hips in and out, his cock dragging in all the right ways against Marco's walls, driving each of them to a series of grunts and sighs. Rain started coming in, rattling softly against Ransom's window, bringing white noise to the inky black beyond the window. Their moans were hushed, blending in nicely with the pattering rainfall.

"It's been a beautiful night." Marco said with a faint whimper. "I'm so glad I could spend it with you, Ransom." The husky glowed down at him, pressing against his mate's chest and rolling his hips steadily faster.

"I want to spend every night with you, Marco." Ransom said quietly. "I've held you close for a long, long time, but I never knew how much I needed this, with you." Tears returned to Marco's eyes and rolled down to damp his cheeks once more as he moaned into the husky's ear. His hand kept a firm grip and even pace at his cock, slowly working his urges out as his mate worked his out inside the hare, filling him with a special, passionate heat. Marco bit down hard onto Ransom's shoulder, closing his eyes tight as he felt his stomach start to tense up, deep inside of him. The husky felt a similar tension, but never slowed his pace, determined to press on.

Needing a distraction to keep himself going, Ransom slid his hand between them, exploring the smooth surface of Marco's chest, his cock still pumping deep into the hare, his precum starting to drip out and spatter all over the warm, soft walls within him. Marco's chest was not just firm and flat, but nicely toned, unlike Ransom's. A bit of vanity proved good foresight as Ransom explored further down, growling lustfully as he felt the hare's stomach tensing and rolling, his muscles hard and pronounced under the canine's touch. Unable to resist a little roughness, Ransom pressed his palm firmly against Marco's stomach, feeling him press back with equal force as the husky's claws dug into the soft fur. The hare clenched his core tightly, surprised, and squeezes down hard on the canine's cock as it hilted in him at the end of a thrust.

"More!" Ransom cried out, feeling his orgasm edge an inch closer from the sensation. "Squeeze me harder, Marco, please." The hare complied wordlessly, only responding in grunts and whispers as his core fluttered, rolling his muscles along the hot rod of husky cock as it thrust in and out of him, the pace growing faster and faster with every pump. Marco knew the end was near when he felt Ransom's knot slip out, but he was deadset on making this last a little longer. He wanted to remember this for a long time.

Loosening himself as much as he could manage, Marco began rocking his body back and forth, still fluttering his stomach to keep Ransom going just as fast as he had been. Marco's smile grew into a grin as the knot battered away at him, chipping deeper into his rim with every pump, until it was wetly popping in and out, cresting at the thick of the hard, swollen bulb. The hare felt his climax at the ends of his fingertips and he knew that it was time to finish his mate off. His partner's pace grew wild and erratic, and before he had a chance to realize that he didn't have to do a thing, Marco felt his mate slot perfectly inside him.

"Fuck!" Ransom cried out in unison with Marco as his knot popped inside, biting against the hare's walls as they tightened, then swelled up even further, stretching the lagomorph to his limit and tying them together. This feeling, combined with the first hints of Ransom's load bursting into him sent waves of euphoria through the hare as his own cum surged out of his throbbing member, squishing in between their chests as they crashed back together. While Marco's cum arced over his stomach in ropey strands, hot, heavy globs of seed worked deep into his ass, filling him with the heat of the canine's cum. Marco flexed hard, his muscles squeezing and milking the husky for every drop he had, working a few more drips of precious seed out into him as the last bits of his own dribbled out onto his insanely taut stomach.

With the last bits of his energy, the hare wrapped his arms around the husky, holding his mate close as he went limp on top of him. Ransom kissed his mate, soft and briefly, then rested his head into the crook of the hare's neck, letting himself be held as he drew his arms up close on either side of his best friend. Neither of the two could stay conscious much longer, instead falling in a silent, serene sleep as the moon began to rise outside, the night beginning just as theirs had ended.

After an hour or so, the door to the room had a rap and a quiet call from beyond it. The pair were much too exhausted to rouse from their slumber, and stayed peacefully and blissfully unaware as the door opened. Jerry peeked his head around the door, about to call his son's name once more before he caught sight of the couple on the bed, silencing him instantly. The bison closed his eyes and shook his head, sighing deeply as he stepped back and closed the door, then wandering off to his bedroom. Mary was sitting on the bed, watching the television and leaning back into a stack of fluffy pillows.

"You were right." Jerry said as he fell into his side of the bed, rolling to his side and closing his eyes.

"Yep." Mary said, not much caring what he meant by it. It would come up in the morning, she was sure, but she decided that her clearly upset lover could use some care, so she outed the light, turned off the television, and spooned herself against her much larger husband. Jerry decided to take the kindness for what it was, letting her curl her arm around his waist and holding him securely as he pulled the sheets up over them and drifted off to sleep, feeling safer with her close to him, and putting the sight he'd just taken in out of mind. Whatever made them happy, he decided as his mind began to blur, he was no one to judge.