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Zayra was sat on the couch, idely flipping channels as she waited. Monday, Zay had a game but it didn't start until almost five. She tossed the phone down as she pulled her knees up. What could he need at the store? He said it was important but at this rate we'll be late for his game.

Her ears twisted a bit and she fell to the side and laid out on the couch. A heavy groan passed through her throat as she sprawled out. "Where is he, I'm bored and mom and dad are probably already there!"

As if on qeue a car pulled into the drive.

She hopped up and bound into her room. She snatched up her phone and shoved it in her pocket, on her way back to the door she heard the door open and close. At the foot of the stairs she crossed her arms, "Zay! We need to be leaving yer gonna be late."

He snickered, a white plastic bag in hand, "Relax sis, this will be worth it. I promise." He leaned over and kissed her cheek, a paw grasping hers as he pulled on her, "Come on. I'll show you."

With a groan she followed him up the steps and into his room, her arms crossed under her breasts. "Mom and dad are probably already there. Your game starts at five, you need to already be there." She watched him as he tossed the bag on his bed and started for his dresser. A blush darkened her ears as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"I know, chill. We still gotta change," he said as he tossed the cloth on his desk. His paws at his belt that he pulled free. "Look in the bag," he stated.

Zayra huffed and turned her back to him, paws gently opening the bag. Her ears darkened as her eyes widened as she pulled the small hanger out, "Z-Zay..." In her paws was a pair of green and white panties, with a small bow.

The dresser drawers slammed around, "During game season, I got all of my girlfriends this same gift. I asked them to wear them on game days for a... kind of good luck charm." There was a rustle of cloth again and he huffed, "But, you're different, so I'm going one step further."

Zayras ears rose as she turned, "O-one step further?"

He turned and held out a small stack of green clothes, "Put these on." He bore a grin on his face, eyes gleaming with a half worried look. His ears tipped back, nervous.

She looked down at the panties in her hands, "B-but why? It's just clothing..."

"It makes me feel better and helps me game knowing stuff like that. I wanted my girlfriends to support me during my games, some did, some didn't, most didn't after a while. The weather is nice, you'll be in the sun so you won't freeze. Please sis... For me?"

She rose her red eyes to his, Well... I am his girlfriend and I do wanna be supportive. He did go through all the trouble to get the underwear. She let out a heavy sigh, "Fine..." Two steps forward she took the clothes and held them to her chest, "Gimme a minute to change." She carried them to her room and shut her door, quickly shucking off her jeans and shirt. Can't believe I'm being dragged into wearing panties for his game! I better get special treatment for this at some point. We're gonna be so late...

She stepped into the underwear and pulled them up, running her paw over the sides a bit. Then she picked up the shorts, an old pair of Zays soccer shorts. The nylon material was slick but held firmly in place on her hips by the elastic band. Still wearing her blue bra she picked up the jersey.

The big white letters 'NBH' for Northern Brackstard High. The yellow stripes with the black outline of a bobcat. The shirt still looked clean, as she rose it to her nose it smelt similar to detergent and only a little musty from his drawers. Well it's not a bad smell... She pulled it over her head and pet it flat, "Least it fits." She grabbed her phone and put it in her bra before trotting into the hall.

Zay stepped out of the bathroom, mohawk done up neatly, wearing his own uniform that looked just like the one she wore. "I thought it'd fit, looks good on you." He leaned toward her and nuzzled into her neck. His nose twitched and his paw gripped the sleeve of the shirt, "Smells old... I can fix that." He took her hand and lead her into his room.

She sighed and her claws wound into the fur at the base of hear ear, "Zay we're gonna be late..."

"Nah, we'll be fine," he picked up a small glass bottle and shook it a bit. As he turned back and spritzed her a few times. Each shoulder, front and back of the shirt before he set the bottle back down, "It'll air off a bit by the time we get there."

She shook and an itched formed in her nose. Her hands open as her mouth gaped with her inhails. "Eh...Ah...chu," she squeaked quietly. Her ears splayed as she rose a paw to rub her nose, "Smelly stuff."

Zay snickered and ruffled her hair, keys in hand, "Come on sis, lets get moving. Don't wanna be late."

She followed him out of the house and down to his car, careful to insure her tail was tucked neatly at her feet for the drive. "So, who are you going up against?"

"Model," he said as he backed out. "Not too terribly worried about 'em. We've never lost to them, and I don't plan to start now."

"Wasn't it the model guy where you did lose a game?"

"Back in middle school, yeah, the one time. I mean shit, it was awful," his paws spun the wheel as they turned a corner. "Dude sure ruined my reputation for soccer champ that year."

Zayra crammed her paws between her thighs, unable to help but feel a little naked. "How do you wear this all the time..."

"Uh... I put it on," he said, not sure about his answer. "It's clothing Zayra, long as my ass isn't hanging out, I'm good."

"Probably should have grabbed a protein bar for you since you won't get to eat until after the game," she commented softly. "Dad said we'd go out to eat, but I know mom gets snacky."

"I'll probably come up during half time for a quick bite. I know mom loves the nachos."

She smiled a bit and turned out the window to watch the world fly by. An ear twitched as he turned on his music, a paw under her chin while she leaned on the door. I can't believe I'm wearing a pair of panties for him. A tradition he held for his girlfriends, and I'm his sister. At least I know he's serious then, asking me to wear this outfit. His old uniform... That one step further. Panties for them, uniform for me... She felt her ears dip as she realized the heat in her cheeks, burning in her ears and the cotton stuffing in her chest. Is this what it feels like? To feel special? I know Gerald made me feel special but never this much.

Zay reached over and bumped her, "What's got you blushin so much? Your ears are almost the color of your nose."

"N-nothing," she stammered as she turned out the window. "Just... Thinking."

The car fell quiet as he continued to drive, the world rushed by her window in an almost blur. He placed a hand on her lap, "Hey..."

An ear twisted toward him, "Yeah?"

"I love you," he said simply.

She slipped a hand over his and grasped him, her thumb running over his scarred knuckles. "I love you too," her tongue tingled as she spoke, heart thundering behind her ribs. Her eyes rose as they pulled into the parking lot and she turned to look at him as he pulled into a parking spot. With a quick glance around she unbuckled and put her paws on the center console. Her lips pressed against the fur of his cheek.

His paw rose to her arm as he pulled back and turned to her, his other paw lifting to cup her cheek and press his lips to hers. He breathed against her whiskers as he smiled, "Is that a good luck kiss?"

She tipped her ears back as her eyes turned up to his, "Do you need more luck than me in a pair of panties and your old uniform?"

He snickered, "Never hurts right?"

"H...How about a victory kiss," she said. "I mean, if I'm here for a confidence boost, maybe a kiss will make a decent reward."

"Just a kiss," he asked as he tilted his head, "How about... A victory blowjob? May not get around to it tonight, but..."

Heat rushed through her face and she squirmed, sitting back in the seat, "A-a blowjob? Y-you mean...?" She pressed her teeth together, He can't be serious! A blowjob? He wants me to put his dick in my mouth? What if I'm not any good, what if I accidently bite him!?

He kissed her head and smiled, "Don't worry sis. I was tempted to ask in the barn yesterday but I figured it would be a bad time. You and me after school, grinding like we did before and seeing where it leads. I just wanna try, and I can teach you how."

"Y-you can teach mean how.. To.. do that," she rose a brow with a small frown.

His ears darkened but he let a small smile cross his lips, "I uh... Have some practice. I can walk you through it, but a lot of it is just practice."

Zayras eyes blinked a bit, mouth a little open with a brow high, "Uh... W-wait you..."

He rose a hand and rubbed the back of his neck with a soft laugh, "Y-yeah I uh... have had a couple boyfriends and played with a couple guys."

She glanced away as her mind wondered, trying to imagine Zay on his knees with a dick in his mouth. Heat bloomed between her legs and she crammed her paws down between her thighs. Oh... Why is that such a turn on?

His door opened, "Come on sis, we're gonna be late."

She bound out the door and shut it as she trotted up beside him and hugged his arm. Her body shook with a gust of wind that passed through the uniform and into her fur. "You said I wouldn't be cold."

"You'll be fine, once you sit in the sun you'll be toasty warm," he said. "Besides, remember, you're my lucky charm today. You can handle a little cold right? For me?"

She groaned and rolled her eyes, "I guess so..." She felt his arm move and a paw caress her side as he pulled her close and his lips press against her cheek in a rough kiss.

"Best sister ever," he said, then purred and rubbed his nose up by the base of her ear. His voice dropped to the softest whisper, deep and soothing, "And best girlfriend."

A heat rushed through her body as his words shuddered through her. Ears darkening in a blush as she grasped at his jersey.

He snickered and pulled away, "Warmer now?"

Her head bobbed with a nod as he lead her through the parking lot toward the soccer field with two rather large sets of bleachers that took up a good two thirds of the length of the soccer field. Already music was playing from the band on the field, playing 'We are the Champions'.

Zay kept an arm around her as he lead her to the booth, and pulled his wallet out of his pocket to pay the five dollar entrance fee for her and then placed his wallet, phone, and keys in her hands. "Hold these for me, mom can put em in her purse." He lead her over to the gate and rose his head and ears as his name was called behind them.

Zayra turned to see his coach, the large warthog, "Y-you should probably go Zay. I'll go find mom and dad."

He sighed and lowered his ears, "Damn..." He held her arms a bit as they turned to each other, "Do me a solid? Stand or sit on the front line where I can see you?"

"O-okay, if it helps," she replied, her face hot under her fur. Looking up into his eyes that were locked with hers. Her tail swayed behind her as he pecked her cheek and started away, bounding to his coach with his team.

She let out a breath and stepped through the gate to the grass field as the band started to file off. Ears lowered as the principal on the megaphone stood on a large stand to the far end of the field, towering above.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Northern Brackstard High. Today our team, the Northern Bobcats-" He was cut off for a moment as the left hand side roared a cheer, she even picked out a couple 'we love you Zay' from girls. "-will be up against the Jaguars of Model High!"

She looked over and saw Zay and his team bound onto the field, he was on all fours almost skipping across the grass. He always looks so happy on the field... Like he's untouchable and the world can't possibly go wrong. She padded to the grass before the bleachers, back against the wall in view of the right hand side of the field nearest to the opposers goal. Nestled down she put her tail on her lap, and Zays phone, keys and wallet in her pocket, eyes out over the field.

With a short group talk, and then splitting into team groups, the two teams spread over the field, Zay and a human at the middle for the kick off. She watched him take a breath, and at the sharp whistle his foot kicked the ball right between the humans legs to the panther on his own team who began taking it further across the field toward Models goal. Her heart leaped into her throat as Zay took off on all fours.

His lean body bunched and stretched over the grass, head just barely bobbing. Red eyes on the ball as he rose to his hind legs and put a foot on the ball, pulling it to the side as he turned. Taking it from the doberman kid and with a swift kick sent it right into the goal.

Zayras ears lowered as the crowd behind her jumped and cheered. Feet stomping on the metal bleachers foot walk. Her eyes rose and met his gaze, seeing his tail wiggle. Her chest felt full of cotton and her stomach fluttered with butterflies, then she realized her tail was also wiggling by her side.

As she watched them continue the game she put her hands on her ankles, careful to keep him in her sight as best she could. However, something stuck in her mind. Yeah I've had a couple boyfriends. Her eyes blinked a few times and she turned to the grass before her, gazing down at the brownish green blades.

Zay moaned, arms out over a yellow bed sheet as he pushed his hips back, "Ohh god yes." He then rose his head and looked back over his shoulder, almost batting his eyes, "Come on baby harder." His paw stroked up his leg and butt.

In his dark purple pucker was a large human like cock, pumping in with more force. His face couldn't be made out properly, but his hands were the same size as Zays, grabbing her brothers hips and drilling into him. "Fuck yeah, moan yah little slut."

His ears splayed with another moan that heightened in pitch, "Oh fuck, yes, yes! God I'm gonna cum!"

Her ears darkened and she rose her paws to touch her face, Barely sounds like him... He's so... manly... She pulled up her knees and laid her head on them. Her gaze out across the field, He sucks dick though... She did her best to keep her mind from wandering too much, following Zay through the game.

She heard a whistle and perked her ears, noticing the teams bounding off the field to their designated sides. With a sigh she found her feet and dusted off her butt, then brushed some dry brown grass off her tail. Arms wrapped around her and picked her up, her stomach squeezed as she gasped and rose her arms, "Z-zaay!"

He set her down with a chuckle, "Sorry sis." He kept her pulled to his chest as he curled her tail with his, "Geralds been watching you..."

A rush of cold filled her and a lump formed in her throat, "He...He has?"

"Don't worry, looks like he's here with a chick, so I doubt he'll try anything," He whispered in her ear.

She sighed and turned in his grasp to press herself into his heated body. "Don't leave me alone then... I don't want him near me..." She gripped his jersey and felt his hands on her back.

"Relax sis," he whispered against her hair, "You're my girl and that's all that matters." He kissed her head and pulled away, "Come on, I'm starvin, and moms probably got some nachos for me."

She felt him take her hand and trot quickly around the bleachers and up into the stands. Before they reached the steps, Zay jerked and pulled Zayra against his back. As she peeked around she splayed her ears, Girls...

"Ladies," he said as they swarmed in front of him, tail wrapping around Zayras legs.

The maybe eight girls squeed in front of him, "Oh my gosh Zay you were amazing!"

He gave them a slanted smirk, "Well thanks, I try to put on a good show..."

They squealed and started talking all at once, edging closer and pushing past each other as they blocked their way to the stairs.

She gripped his shirt, eyes turning to look up and search for her parents. She swore her heart skipped a beat as she met with the brown eyes of a coyote. Her ribs thumped with the beat of her racing heart as a weight fell over her. "Z-zay," she croaked, broken and weak. Her body vibrated with heat, the pit of her gut wrenching as they held eye contact.

"Ladies, I'd love to ta-" He was cut off with more praise.

She pushed on his back, "Zay..." She watched Gerald stand and start down the steps, arms wrapping around her brothers gut and squeezing.

He gurked and grabbed her paws, "Jesus sis, ease up I like my organs intact." He turned a bit and paused, ears dropping down as he made eye contact with Gerald as well. His lips twitched and he turned to the girls, "Oi!"

They quieted.

"I'd love to talk girls, but later, I need to eat something before the next half. How about after the game?"

They mumbled a bit and nodded, quickly stepping away from him.

Zay grabbed Zayras hand and marched her up the steps, "You'll be fine sis, I'm right here."

She squeezed her eyes shut as she followed, Don't look at him... I didn't matter to him he doesn't deserve my fear and pain. Just... Keep walking... Once she was sure they were past him she opened her eyes and followed Zay to Mary and Henry.

Zay plopped down by Mary and started munching away on the nacho chips, not being very neat in his mannerisms has he shoved the cheese coated chips in his mouth. He was almost finished when he glanced over at Mary, "Ma, got any water? Dyin a thirst."

Zayra was seated by Henry, and could still tell his fur was soaked, the scent of his sweat wafed by Henry. It was heavy, sweet and thick, but not foul. She tucked her paws between her thighs as her stomach growled a bit. Just a little longer, another hour maybe and we'll go eat dinner... Who am I kidding, I won't make it that long without feeling sick. She glanced past Henry to Zay, "Mom I'm hungry."

Without a word Zay offered the last of the nachos, bottle to his lips as he drank the cool water down. She took the cardboard into her hands and crunched away at the soft chips and cool cheese. An ear twisted toward her family as her stomach stopped aching in hunger.

"So, Zay, are you gonna even share the ball with the other team in the next half," Mary asked.

The water bottle crinkled in his hand, "Not until I'm sure this game's in the bag. Least not if I can help it. Especially with their cheetah guy, I swear he's gonna step on my tail one of these times."

Henry chuckled a bit, "The games already seven to two you don't have it 'in the bag' yet?"

"Nah, not with that cheetah always on my tail, I think we'll have to alter strategy. Might be able to get in another five goals..." He put his arms above his head as he stretched, "Another three and I'll consider sharing."

She leaned around Henry a little, purple tongue on her blue finger pads licking away salt and cheese, "Mom, I'm still hungry..."

Zay put his arms down, ears flicked back, "I am too. Ma you got my wallet?"

Mary shook her head, "No, you didn't give it to me."

Zayra blushed a bit, "I've still got it, and you're keys. Do you want em?"

He got up and stepped past Henry, "Nah, lets go raid the food stand." He put his hand out for her, a smile on his lips as he gazed down at her.

She took his hand and followed with a grin on her face, padding down the steps of the bleachers to the grass. Once by his side her tail twisted with his and they started for the school where a small crowd was gathered to purchase from the handful of food stands placed on the parking lot against the side of the school.

They didn't get far before Zay let go of her hand, "Hang on, I gotta take a leak." He trotted for the four port-a-potties, that sat on the grass before the parking lot.

"Okay but hurry up, you've only got like fifteen minutes," she called lightly.

He turned and was walking backwards, an arm outstretched to gesture at her, "Hey, which one of us won the family eating contest? That's right," he pointed his thumbs at himself, "This guy." He turned and opened a door, the green tag switching to red as soon as it slammed shut behind him.

She sighed and put her paws on her pockets, Okay they are still there. Thought I might have dropped them. He'd have been so mad. She crossed her arms under her breasts, weight to one foot as she tapped the other. I wonder if he's ever taken it up the ass... He doesn't seem the type but then again... I never would have guessed my brother could suck dick either.

"Hey Zayra," A voice to her left said.

A chill ran up her back to her ears as they flew up and twisted toward him. Her eyes turned toward him as she clenched her fists on her arms. "G-Gerald..."

He wore a blue tee-shirt and jeans, hands in his pockets and a smirk on his lips, "Whats up?"

"N-nothing..."

"Why are you wearing Zays uniform," he asked, lips pursed and head cocked.

Her ears tipped back, a lump in her throat, "I-it's his old uniform."

"Oh yeah, he did have that weird growth spurt earlier this year. It's also kinda weird how you're the one wearing it. He hasn't replaced Kathy yet? Normally he's not single for more than a few days because some chicks willing to eat out of his hand and lift her tail for him." He stepped around behind her a bit, as his eyes trailed over her body. "Yah know... Some little birdie told me he makes his girlfriends wear a pair of underwear in the school colors to boost his own ego. And here you are in his old uniform... Looks a touch small on you too."

Her ears were dark, a heat on her skin though her body felt frozen inside. She clamped her arms harder, "S-so? I'm just supporting him..."

"Supporting him," he mused, "As... a stand in girlfriend?"

"As his sister," she felt her tail curl around her legs. Geralds onto us... This was a bad idea, Zay hurry up! She gulped on the lump in her throat.

Gerald put a paw on her arm, "Come on Zayra, you don't believe all the crap Zays been sayin' do yah? Yah know it's basically abuse... Telling his poor sister to wear a certain pair of underwear and a certain outfit... Just to stroke his own ego. He's using you Zayra," he stepped closer to her and his breath fell over her cheek. "I love you, in ways no brother can."

Tears welled in her eyes as they closed, her paws twitched and itched to grab him. Is he right though? I can't just... It's not natural for me to do stuff with my brother... But Geralds a monster, he cheated on me and only Zay stepped up to him when I couldn't. I just... I need- She was ripped from her thoughts as arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her firmly to a hard chest.

The thick smell of sweet sweat fell over her, a heavy growl by her ear as a soft tail wrapped over her legs. "I told you to stay away from my sister."

"Well I hope you washed your hands at least," Gerald snickered, teeth bared. "Least you could do is butt out of your sisters relationship business."

Zayra turned and pressed herself to his chest with a heavy breath. "Go away Gerald..." She did not have to see the sneery smirk on Zays lips as he repeated her.

"You heard her Gerald, go away," his hands brushed her back as he held her tightly.

There was a soft growl followed by a snort, "Can't keep love apart Zay, absence just makes the heart grow fonder. I'll be around... ZeeZee."

Zayra felt her brothers body tense up and she cowered against him as a deep growl rolled from his chest and throat, "Don't you ever call her that!"

"Woah, down boy, people are watching. Soccer champ losing his cool?"

"Over my sister, any day of the week," he pulled on her, "Come on sis."

She felt him pull away but keep an arm behind her shoulders as they stepped away. She kept one hand firmly clasped to his jersey, "Thanks Zay..." Her knees trembled as they crossed the grass.

He rose his hand to her head and kissed by her hair, "Any time sis. Whenever you need me I'll be there."

"Promise," she asked.

"You know I'd never lie to you unless it was for your own good," he chuckled, "Or a surprise."

She laid her head on his shoulder as they continued to walk towards the stands and smell of food. With her glued to his side, he ordered three hot dogs, two with everything and the third with just ketchup, then a bottle of water.

With food and drink in hand they started back toward the stand, to take a seat in the grass by the field. Zay took little time as he devoured one of his hot dogs, tongue licking out to catch some relish off his whiskers.

She chewed her second bite and licked a little katchup of her lip, eyes toward him as she watched him eat. The memory of her imagination returned, Still seems off... She scooted closer and put their shoulders together, "Z-zay? Can I ask you somethin?"

He swallowed and his tongue ran over his whiskers, "Sure sis, whats up?"

Zayras eyes glanced around and up before she put her nose closer to his ear, "Um... D-do you um..."

"Do I what," he chuckled.

She pouted as she let out a breath, head turned to the grass, "N-nevermind..." She jumped a bit as he put his forehead to her head by her ear.

"Awe don't be like that, you can ask me anything sis, you know that."

She kept her eyes glued to the red katchup of her hot dog, voice softer than a whisper, "D..Do you take it up the butt?"

He was quiet a moment and then licked the base of her ear, "No, I just suck dick." He put an arm around her and nuzzled into her neck, "An odd question coming from you. Why, think I've got a thing for it?"

"J-just something you said... about having boyfriends..."

He chuckled as he pulled away a bit, "Yeah I had a couple boyfriends, banged a couple other guys. But no, I don't catch, not my thing." He kissed her cheek and then took a bite of his second hot dog.

So I was right, she thought to herself as she took a bite of her own hot dog. It is out of character for him to take it up the butt... She looked up as he took a drink to wash down his snack.

"Gotta go sis," he stated as he took a breath and put the cap back on. "If creep comes back go sit with mom and dad. They'll make him keep his distance." He padded toward the field and bounced on a bench beside a cougar with most of his team, "Hey, we gotta change tactics. I think they're figuring out a pattern."

"Thats what we were thinking, you do tend to steal the ball the most," a panther said.

"Right, and I'm usually open because he hangs back to swipe it. So you guys try to keep the ball, I'll step in where I think I should but I'll be hanging back more to keep cheetah guy off your tails."

Zayra put her tail on her feet as they continued to talk and make plans. She licked crumbs from her fingers while they bound away to the field. With a whistle blow the game was back in play, and she relaxed against the bleachers. Though it did not take long and her attention wainted. She dug through her pockets and pulled out Zays phone, her thumb only required two chances and she unlocked his phones dot connect code.

She scrolled through his phone, quick to note most of the female names but the messages seemed pretty safe. However, a few weeks old, she found a few girls who seemed upset with him. She scrolled through one and her chest began to ache.

The brunette human with pretty hazel eyes was naked, on her knees before a dark purple, knotted cock, a few smears of white fluid along the length of the shaft. Above it she was bent over what looked like a washer, the blue condom on he shaft, and she had a giant smile on her face. He... He had sex with her... and used it against her? He had sex with Britney from my gym class to make her stop picking on me?!

She put the phone down in her lap, heart thundering in her chest as she looked up at Zay on the field. He fucked someone else... to protect me? She swallowed a lump in her throat and looked back down at his phone. What else has he done to protect people... To protect me? Her paws clasped his phone and she took a breath. She selected his gallery and bit her lip hard.

Oh my god...She scrolled through the handful of pictures of her sleeping body. Her form shuddered at the thought of her own brother coming in her room to snap pictures while she was fast asleep. Her pink underwear seemed to be the center of his attention. She stared at them for a while, a tear running down her cheek to the screen.

Her thumb rose to the trash button, He took dirty pictures of me... He took advantage of me... He... He used me... She tapped the icon and it vanished, once the other pictures of her underwear were gone she put his phone aside and hugged her knees. He's going to be so mad at me...

Her stomach twisted in her gut, chest full of sharp rocks. With an arm she wiped her face, and tucked her hands against her chest. She barely noticed the victory goal, the crowd leaping up to scream and cheer. Her eyes rose to Zay who was staring at her, and her ears flicked back.

His team surrounded him and was cheering, and Zay forced a smile but was quick to abandon the group and bound toward her.

No... I don't wanna talk. She shoved his phone in her pocket as she got up and started toward the school. She kept her ears back as she trotted away, around the bleachers and past the foot stands. Though she did not seem to make it too far beyond them before she heard him call for her. She round behind the building ducked behind one of the dumpsters before he turned the corner. With a ragged breath she plopped down and put her face to her knees.

He bound on all fours past the dumpster but paused before getting too far, "Zayra? Whats wrong?" He put a paw on her shoulder and his sweaty scent wafed past her nose as he pet her cheek and lifted her head.

She sniffled and rose her arms to bat his away, wiping her face of tears, "Just lemme alone..."

"Like hell... Is it Gerald? Did he start texting you," he asked, paws on her face and using his thumbs to wipe tears away.

Zayra coughed and pushed his hands away, "No, he hasn't texted me..."

"Then what's wrong," he asked, sitting in front of her on his haunches. "Talk to me sis."

She pulled out his phone and wallet, pushing them to his chest, "Just go away..."

He set them aside and scooted over to her side, "You know I won't." He put his face to the side of her head and held her cheek, "Just tell me what's wrong, I can't fix anything if I don't know what's wrong."

"You had pictures of me..."

He was quiet for a moment then pulled back and lifted her nose, "What pictures?"

"The ones of me sleeping in my underwear," she wiped her tears and pushed him away. "Your promised it wasn't about the sex... But you took dirty pictures of me..."

His ears darkened as they fell and he rubbed the back of his neck, "Oh... Those... Er..."

She put her face to her knees again and coughed through a sob. "A-and the pictures of Britney... Nancy..."

"Those are old," he said quickly. "I had sex with them before the whole Gerald thing."

"And mine?"

He sighed and put his back to the building, knees up to rest his arms on them. "After the mile run... You took a nap and... I was going to curl up with you but..." He turned and pulled her close to him, "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't expect to see you sprawled out in your underwear and I was still nervous about this whole... relationship thing. I had an opportunity to get something that, at the time, I doubted I'd get to see ever again."

She rose her head and rubbed her nose with a sniff, "S-so it is all about the sex?"

He laid his chin on her head, "It was when the feelings first started, I'll admit it. But it's not anymore. I've been good and haven't jerked off in the shower or even thought of banging another girl." He let out a breath that ragged while his body trembled.

Zayra jumped a bit as a drop of water fell on her snout. He's crying?! She pulled her head up and turned to him.

Zays ears were back, red eyes dulled but glistened with tears, a couple droplets streaked down the fur of his cheeks. "I..I didn't mean to hurt you... I just wanted to love you and my imagination wasn't cutting it anymore."

She rose her hands and wiped at his face, "You look awful when you cry..."

He coughed a laugh, a smile blooming just a little on his lips. "Heh... Thanks, I guess..." His paws pet over her cheeks and he pulled their foreheads together. "I love you sis... I'll do anything to make it up to you. Just say it."

She held his fluffy cheeks, fingers wound into the soft fur behind his jawline. "C...Can I have a hug..."

He smiled, "How about we get away from this dumpster first, it smells awful."

"O-okie..." She felt him pull away and took his paw as he got up. With a squeak she was pulled close to his chest, her paws on his shirt as his arms wrapped around her and squeezed. She pressed her face under his head and purred. Then slipped her arms around his ribs. I know part of me is still upset but... God his hugs make everything seem okay. I still feel safe... Right here... She inhaled through her nose, breathing in his thick sweaty musk that bore the softest hint of grape.

He rose a hand and stroked over her head and ears, then his lips pressed to her hair.

Her tail wrapped around to the back of his legs and she rubbed her face on his jersey. The pain and worry in her torso faded into nothing, instead replaced with cotton stuffing and butterflies. "I love you Zay..."

"I love you too Zayra," he said gently with another stroke of her ears, "I'll delete the pictures of you... And the other girls, off my phone."

Zayra gulped and glanced up a bit, "I uh... Deleted... my pictures already..."

"That's fine, less for me to delete then..." he whispered against her head. Then his paws tightened a bit more, "Are... Are we okay then?"

Her paws rose and she picked at her claws, "Y-yeah... Just no more taking pictures of me... Especially while I'm asleep."

He rubbed his face against hers with a grin and a soft laugh, "Alright fine, but maybe you could pose in your panties for me some time? Do a photoshoot..."

She leaned back from him, a soft frown and brows up although her eyes were narrowed.

"Just a thought," he chuckled and licked at her cheek, "Now hold still."

"Eeeww! Zay stop it," she pushed up at his face.

"You can't go out to eat with tear streaks in your fur, mom and dad will know and ask. Hold still!" He grabbed her head and held her face as he licked over her cheek and eye.

"Ugh, your breath still smells like mustard and pickles..." She grumbled.

"Then yah should love it, like deviled eggs," he commented with a lick.

Despite the nose wrinkling smell, she allowed him to tongue bathe her face. Then she licked the salt residue from his tears off his ashy fur, before the two bound playfully for the car. Zayra easily falling behind but laughed all the same with him. Even if he took pictures of me, he seemed to regret it. And he's still a better boyfriend than Gerald. Though... I have to admit...The idea of laying in bed in just my underwear and Zay sneaking in to take pictures of me, sounds kinda kinky.