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Ferdinand's face grew even hotter as he glowered upwards toward the source of that voice. "Yeah, I bet you would really like that, don't you?" he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. There was no answer from above, and after a few moments Ferdinand felt one brow quirking up. "Reg?"

The bed above squeaked once as the other fox shifted, but other than that Reginald did not make a peep.

A slightly-uncomfortable silence spread through the room as Ferdinand continued gazing upward. He grunted softly, if only to break soured mood, and shifted a little bit under the covers. He could feel the slow, steady burn of his rising libido spreading through his crotch as he mulled over Reginald's proposition.

"You... really listened to your brothers jacking off...?"

There was a soft, almost non-committal murmur from above, and Ferdinand let out a low huh of his own as he felt his cock twitch in his drawers. He reached downward, giving his bulge a rub with the palm of his hand, and winced as he felt it almost immediately jump to full hardness. He bit his lip, and finally whispered out.

"Used to do the the same back home."

"What?" Ferdinand could practically hear Reginald's ears perking up.

"I..." Ferdinand cleared his throat nervously. Well, his roommate had already offered an embarrassing factoid about himself, so what did he have to lose? "I used to do the same back home. With the guy who worked the stables on the farm." Ferdinand could feel his cheeks heat up once more at the memory, and heard another sound from above. A moan of arousal.

"What... what was he like?"

Ferdinand heard more shifting from above, and cloth rustling. "You gonna jack off if I tell you?" The larger fox grinned at the reversal of the teasing Reginald had given him earlier, and reached into his drawers to grip his erection.

"Maybe." Again, there was a shifting from above, and then Reginald's voice came again, much softer and almost shy. "Do... do you mind?"

Ferdinand pulled out his cock from his boxers and started stroking with slow, deliberate motions as he reminisced.

"It was back when I was in my late teens, and starting to get interested in you know, sex stuff. That summer we had a seasonal worker helping us to run the farm, a real buff fox guy." He rolled his thumb over his glans, feeling it already getting slick from his precum. "Looking back he couldn't have been more than five years older than me, but back then that gap felt like it made all the difference in the world. He was a real man, you know?"

Reginald had been listening silently, but Ferdinand could hear his breathing turning into soft panting. He picked up his own pace, starting to really get into his memory. His rock hard cock twitched as he slid his hand up and down along its shaft.

"I had noticed that he liked to go to the barn alone, when no-one was watching. I...think I could guess what he was up to in there, but still wanted to see it with my own eyes. So, I used a ladder to climb up to the rafters, and got a real good view what was happening..."

Reginald made a tiny moan quickly muffled by his own hand. Ferdinand's hips started making a rocking motion as his body reacted to the pleasure he was inflicting upon himself. His cock slid between his grasping fingers, its skin getting deliciously stretched out when a thrust coincided with a particularly long downward stroke.

"He was behind some bales of hay, but I could see him clearly from up there. He had undid his overalls down to his waist so his muscular upper body and thick arms were completely bare." Ferdinand paused to gulp and breathe in harder. "And was cupping his balls in one hand and stroking his big, fat cock with his other. Looking at it gave me a hard-on and made me worried that I was... a faggot or something, but the truth was that I wanted to feel his naked body against mine really bad."

Ferdinand stilled his stroking and listened, keeping himself edged with just a small motion of his hand. The fox on the top bunk was holding his breath to control his panting, and only occasional shlicking sound of his hand gliding over his member glistening with precum hinted at his activities. Looking back how he had been terrified of being called a homosexual made a pang of guilt in his chest, but it was soon swept away by his growing arousal.

"Soon he shot his load," Ferdinand continued his story, "a big wad on the floor and over his knuckles. He sat there for a while looking really satisfied, and I couldn't resist jacking off when I saw him lick his hand clean next."

Reginald made a pleading moan and the bed shook a little, then he laid still again. The little fox had creamed his pants.

It did not take long for Ferdinand to follow suit. Just two strokes were enough to make him climax and jet his fox cum on his white, fluffy belly hair. The two boys laid in the darkness panting. Ferdinand realized that he should have been weirded out by jacking off with another guy, but he felt only a natural, comfy sensation like sharing a secret between two friends.

Reginald was the first to speak up.

"Fuck that gryphon earlier today made me horny," he said matter-of-factly and in soft voice in direct opposition to the crassness of his words. Hearing that well groomed fox say something base like that surprised Ferdinand, and he could manage only a non-committal uh-huh.

"I would've let him breed my ass as many times he wanted, that big sexy stud," the small fox continued with a dreamy note to his voice.

"Y-yeah, it would've been something to see..." Ferdinand started to blush furiously, unsure whether his roommate was genuinely confessing his dirty desires or just toying with him.

"I wanted to feel the weight of his big, meaty sheath in my paws, and slide my tiny dick in his greasy, cheesy cock pussy if I could, you know?"

Ferdinand laid back wide-eyed and mortified, burning red up to the tips of his ears. Not even his mutual masturbation session just a moment ago had made him feel as embarrassed as these filthy deviant sexual fantasies the little, good-natured fox was now taunting him with.

Ferdinand gulped softly, staring upward at the top bunk as he listened to Reginald begin to pant softly once more. Was he really going again? "Yeah...?"

"Yeah..." Reginald moaned out and the soft creaking of the bed above confirmed Ferdinand's suspicions. "If Bertrand had allowed me, I would have licked every single, stinky bit of filth from Nightingales big, fat cock... mmmmfff..."

"While.... Bertrand fucked you with his?" Ferdinand let out a soft grunt, feeling his own cock pulse with arousal. He was starting to get into whatever game Reginald had started, and shifted in his bed to let the sheets slide down his overheating body.

"Oh, goodness, yes!" There was long, low moan from above as Reginald stroked himself once more. "Oh, he was so large... so handsome... mmmn, I wanted to bury my face in that sweaty puff of fur on his chest..." Reginald gulped, and then... "Was he... as sexy as the stable-hand?"

"Yeah..." Ferdinand grinned, and reached into his boxers once more to grip his returned erection as an idea to turn the tables on the smaller fox bloomed in his mind. "Is he as sexy as your big brothers?"

A long, high-pitched, needy whine was all the answer that Ferdinand needed.

Ferdinand gritted his teeth as his cock throbbed. He was too hot, too horny. He usually slept naked, but with another male in the room, he had decided against it when he had turned in for the night. But with everything that Reginald--and he--had confessed it was probably a moot point. He pushed his drawers down with one hand, the other continuing its long, slow, even stroking. The feeling of the light fabric sliding against his snug balls and the fur of his thighs sent a soft thrill up Ferdinand's spine, especially with the other male's panting voice reminding him of his presence.

"Yeah... your big, sexy brothers with their big, sexy... cocks..." He murmured the word as if it was a forbidden blasphemy, ears burning. "You ever...?"

"Oh heavens no... They would likely cave my skull in at the suggestion." That put a slight damper on the mood, and the two boys fell silent for a moment as they pleasured themselves. "However... that doesn't mean I haven't looked, and... thought about it..."

There was a sharp, masculine smell lingering in the room as Ferdinand's and Reginald's loads had had time to seep through clothing and started to dry on fur. Ferdinand felt more aroused and confused than ever in his life, the strange turn his friendship with this boy had taken both frightening and thrilling him, egging him on to ride the wave of breathless excitement wherever it might crash. He licked his dry lips and spoke with a giddy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Hey, do you wanna, you know, watch me? Like, do it together..."

There was a heavy pause, then the top bunk whispered a hoarse "oh yes." Reginald clambered down but Ferdinand could not make out his shape more than as a darker blotch in the blackness. He could hear him pad softly to the other side of the room, then make scratching noises near their writing desk. Reginald had lit the oil lamp they had been given and set it on the desk next to him. Its dim, yellowish light gave his fur a warm sheen, and Ferdinand felt his heart skip a beat as he watched the most beautiful creature he had seen. Reginald was short and slim, his lithe body having little muscle tone to it. He was all boyish, lean lines framed with fluffy brightly colored fur as delicate as angel's braids. His belly fur was as white as bright snow, and Ferdinand's gaze followed its smoothness down to his small, cute cock and the snug coin purse of balls dangling below it. His floofy tail whisked excitedly behind his back, and his eyes had the glint of a mischievous imp.

Withot saying anything he tiptoed back and got into bed with Ferdinand. Both boys sat spreadeagled on the bed, facing each other, Reginald's ankles resting on top of Ferdinand's, their nakedness hiding nothing from the other.

"Oh my, what a big meaty fuck stick you were hiding in your pants!" Reginald cooed, and touched Ferdinand's rock hard erection while stroking his own.

Ferdinand flinched at the contact, the feeling of another person--let alone another male--touching his package both alien and yet exhilarating. He felt his cheeks burn at the compliment; the fox had always considered himself to be about average, but the truth was that he was quite gifted in that department. His cock was long, reaching up past his navel as he sat up, and about as thick as three of his own fingers together. He watched, trying to keep his thighs from closing in embarrassment, as Reginald stroked his fingers up and down the larger boy's length.

"You like it...?" Ferdinand spoke with a wary voice.

"Indeed, I do." Reginald gave Ferdinand a soft grin as his hand moved down to cup the other boy's ballsack. Full and hanging down from his crotch with a bit of a heft. "I love your big, fat cock, Fern. It's as big as my big brothers'..."

"Mmmfff..." Ferdinand tried to keep his breathing even as Reginald gently took his hand with the one not occupied exploring the larger boy. With a soft, comforting murmur, the smaller fox brought Ferdinand's hand down to his crotch. Ferdinand could feel the heat of Reginald's arousal, and the softness of the fluffy fur surrounding his pert package. Finally, his fingers made contact with the other boy's cock. Reginald gasped and cooed as the short spike jumped at the contact. He spread his legs open, leaving Ferdinand free to explore him as he liked.

"What did you... think about?"

"What didn't I think about..." Reginald moaned softly as Ferdinand experimentally rolled the smaller fox's balls in their silky pouch, and gripped Ferdinand's cock to give it a slow pump in return. "Sucking my brothers' cocks... jerking them off... feeling their thick, hot cum on my face and cock and deep in my slutty ass..."

"You wanted them to fuck you?" Ferdinand panted as rocked his hips into Reginald's grip. His own fist closed around the smaller boy's erection, hiding the shaft completely and only letting the skin-coated head poke out. He tried to match Reginald's rhythm as he began to stroke the other fox in turn, but it was a little bit difficult with the disparity between their two lengths. In addition, Reginald's foreskin seemed to hug his glans tighter than Ferdinand's did, the cherry-red, pre-soaked head popping out of the small opening at the tip with every downward stroke.

"Yeah..." Reginald hissed softly, eyes slipping closed as his own hips began to rock. "Fuck me hard... breed me taking turns until I'm full of their seed..." His voice began to grow breathless, and he leaned forward a bit to rest his forehead against Ferdinand's shoulder. "I even... stole their underwear to sniff while jacked off..." The confession was a low, needy whine as he nuzzled Ferdinand's neck. "Smelling their balls and their cocks and their... and even their holes... mmmnn... s-so good..."

Ferdinand imagined how it would feel to have that forehead slide down his toned chest, feel the small fox's breath against his navel, on his cock, to feel his warm mouth close around his throbbing member... But he could not speak up, his voice getting caught in his trembling chest. He was too aroused to form a complete sentence, instead being whisked away on currents of pleasure he and his friend were giving each other. In how many ways their scene was played out in the dormitory that night? Students both new and old touching each other, twining their bodies together in amorous passion, kissing, licking, huffing in the throes of lust as hard members probed their pink, tight holes...

Ferdinand leaned his back against the wall and its rough white plaster. Were their neighbors next door fucking each other right this very moment? It would be impossible to tell, the thick stone walls keeping their private secret to themselves alone. He was close to cumming and so was Reginald too, based on his moans and heavy breathing, yet he wanted to try something new. He burned with the urge to turn Reginald around and make him present his bright pink fox hole, to penetrate that angelic being and make him squeal... like he would present himself to big dicked gryphons waiting in line to mount him.

The mental image was too much for Ferdinand's hyper aroused mind and he could not hold back any longer. He yelped as he shot his load again, more watery yet as copious as before. Reginald closed his fist around Ferdinand's cock head, trapping the cum until it squeezed out between his fingers, then pried Ferdinand's hand off his own cock. He stood upright on his knees, body arched, and fucked his own cum filled fist. Just two thrusts enough to make him reach climax too, spattering his fox seed all over Ferdinand's cock and belly. He collapsed on top of Ferdinand and for a long while the two of them just laid there, panting and savoring the afterglow.

Ferdinand lay underneath Reginald feeling the softness of the other fox's fur, smelling the mingled scents of their sweaty bodies and the cum that stained them both. He gulped, trying to find the words that had been lost between the tempest of arousal he'd been swept up in with Reginald. "Fuck..." He shifted his hips a little bit, getting Reginald to settle into a slightly more comfortable position on top of him. "Reg... that was..."

He was answered by a soft, delicate snore from his roommate.

"Reg?" He looked down to the other fox. Reginald's face was nestled into the fluff of Ferdinand's chest, his cum-soaked hand raised up and slightly closed in a loose fist under his chin. There was a slight smile on the smaller boy's face, his sleeping expression a portrait of peace and contentment that belied the intensity of what had just happened between them. However, Ferdinand felt a soft smile stretching his own lips as his head fell back onto the pillow. He hesitated, and then wrapped an arm around the smaller boy. Hazily, the thought of how well they fit together drifted through his mind as it began to sink beneath the fog of sleep. "Night, Reg'," he murmured, and soon enough his snoring joined Reginald's in a quiet symphony of slumber.

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Ferdinand woke up to a bustling, cheerful humming, and a beam of sunlight shining right into his eyes. He groaned, reaching up to rub at his face, and slowly cracked open his sleep-caked eyes. For a moment, he stared up at the unfamiliar sight of the slats of the bunk above him in sleepy confusion, and then the events of the previous day finally rose back up to the surface of his clouded mind. The Academy. The gryphons. Reginald, his roommate.

What they had done together the night before.

"Good morning, Fern~"

"Guh! Reg!" In his surprise, Ferdinand gripped the sheets in a white-knuckled grip and tugged them up over his nude body.

Reginald let out a soft giggle. "It's about time you woke up, sleepy-head. Come on, we need to shower up before our first class."

The following morning Reginald acted like nothing had happened between them. Ferdinand tried to make blushing and stammering confessions to him that he had not intended to take things so far the last night, but he would have none of it. Instead Reginald brushed blithely away Ferdinand's attempts at heart to heart and skipped ahead in his usual cheery jaunt, babbling about the day's activities and his choice of hair conditioner--they were heading to the showers, after all. Not knowing what to do Ferdinand followed glumly behind. For a moment he wondered if what they had done had just been a particularly vivid dream, but then he realized that his belly fur was still tangled into clumps, the hairs glued together by the smaller fox's semen. He scratched at it looking confused and hapless.

They arrived to the locker room a bit later than others, Reginald having insisted on taking a detour to 'show all the cool things' like the library and armoury. The place was tall but narrow, with wooden cabinets and pegs for hanging clothes. Steam and whooping of raucous younger cadets billowed in from the adjacent white-tiled area, and the duo started to undress in silence. For some reason getting naked in front of Reginald again made Ferdinand blush furiously, and he fiddled with his towel to cover his body as much as possible. Reginald however had no trouble to just toss away his school uniform and stand there buck naked, hands on his hips and continue prattling on about the finer points of gryphon tack and harness.

In his efforts to avoid making eye contact Ferdinand noticed another latecomer. A tall lizard boy walked in with some first year students in tow. Noticing the two he made a beeline towards them, sauntering across the room with a confident almost insolent stride. Ferdinand wasn't short himself either, but even then his head reached just up to the lizard's pectoral muscles. He was well built and muscular, his hide green on his back and pale yellow on his front, with a thick tail drooping under the towel wrapped around his waist. His physiology and weight would make it impossible for him to ride a gryphon, so this exchange student must have come to the Academy for some other reason. Perhaps the place's reputation for academic excellence had attracted him?

"Hello boys," he said, his impressive row of fangs giving his smile a cruel edge. "I'm senior cadet Szymon, and you better remember that name." His voice was low and raspy, a deep dark whisky-burnt bass rumble. He did not offer a hand to shake. "I like to make a habit out of teaching the house rules to the first year students. Break them in, so to speak."

Ferdinand tensed. If this guy was looking for an easy target to bully he would be sorely mistaken. Reginald stood in attention like a perky puppy, waiting to see if something fun would happen.

Szymon did not seem to notice their reactions, or care about them. "Those three I made feel very welcome the last night...and this morning," he pointed over his back with his thumb towards the group of first year students he had arrived with, who looked timid and very eager to mind their own business now that they were mentioned, "but I'm always keen to see if there's... big boys among the newcomers." He smiled again like a piranha and chuckled at his own private joke.

Without further explanations he brushed past the two and put his towel on the rack, then stretched and flexed pretending he was not being very conspicuous. His back was smooth muscle covered in very fine, slippery-looking scales, tapering into perfectly sculpted buttocks and a thick, fat tail. His feet had only three toes, ones that ended in raptor-like claws. Ferdinand gasped when his eyes wandered on the area of lizard's inner thigh. An unmistakable line of fresh cum was slowly dribbling along it, coming from somewhere under is tail! Ferdinand's suspicions were confirmed when the lizard let out a low grunt, his tail lifting up as he stretched. Through the parting mounds of Szymon's firm buttcheeks, the fox could see the reddened, cum-smeared flesh of the lizard's pucker.

"See something you like?" Szymon looked over his shoulder with a razor grin, making Ferdinand flush and look down to his shifting feet. "Hey, I asked you a question, new blood. Pretty rude to just ignore me, isn't it?" Ferdinand felt more than saw the lizard approach, Szymon looming over the young fox and quickly moving in a little too close for comfort. "You like seeing me lift my tail for you, fox? Bet you want to just shove your snout right on into my dirty, cum-filled ass, don't you?"

Ferdinand gulped, staying silent. His hands clenched in the towel wrapped around his waist, and he gritted his teeth. However, he could not stop his eyes from lifting up to catch a glimpse of Szymon's crotch. He blinked when he saw that it was completely smooth and bare, a pronounced mound crowned with a tight-lipped slit the only thing between the lizard's legs.

He was jerked out of his examination of the larger boy--man, really-- when Szymon reached out at tugged Ferdinand's towel off. "Hey! Give that back!" He swiped for it as Szymon held the cloth just out of his reach, and the lizard stepped back with a smirk.

"Come on, not like you really need it, new blood. I don't know if you noticed, but no one really cares if you walk around buck-ass naked. In fact, there are some here that prefer it." Szymon's cruelly-laughing eyes dropped down between Ferdinand's legs, and his smirk widened. "I know I wouldn't mind seeing more of that thing swinging around."

Ferdinand felt his cheeks burn as his hands shot down to cover his crotch. He searched for something sufficiently witty and contemptuous to say, but could only sputter in indignation as he alternating glaring into Szymon's eyes and dropping his gaze down to their feet.

"Eh, you'll learn how things work around here soon enough." Szymon made a show of sniffing Ferdinand's stolen towel, and then gave the fox a cheeky wink as he slung it over his shoulders. "See you around, new blood." With that, the lizard disappeared into the steam of the shower room.

"Huh. He seemed pretty friendly," Reginald chirped. Ferdinand could only give the smaller fox a sullen glare as he continued to hide his shame.

The shower room billowed with steamy wisps of hot water, moisture beading on its tiled walls and rendering the air thick and humid to breathe. Venerable copper plumbing snaked along its ceiling and brought hot water to the dozen or so young fox cadets (and one large lizard) bathing inside. They were enjoying the water flowing freely on their lithe, supple bodies, rippling on their fur and manes in glistening waves, and laughter and yelps ringed in the air as they played and joked. There was some horseplay as some of the boys tried grabbing their new friends' butts, who in turn dodged and chased each other on the slippery floor sending sprays of water and laughter flying in their wake. Other pairs helped washing each other by lathering soap on those hard-to-reach places of their toned bodies, which soon turned into mutual full body massages. As Ferdinand and Reginald watched one pair spread soap on each others' chest ruffs with sensual motions, squeezing pec muscles and pinching nipples with their slippery fingers, and eventually leaned in for a kiss. No one else seemed to pay them attention though.

Ferdinand was about to say something when Reginald nudged him. "Look, there's one spot free! We'll share it together!"

The excitable small fox pointed at the other end of the room where one shower was still unused--and right next to it Szymon scrubbed himself unhurriedly. The large lizardman looked over his shoulder and made a calling gesture to them with his fingers like to a pet animal. Having no other choice the duo started walking towards him as he watched, leering at them with a knowing look in his eyes and the corners of his reptilian maw curling into a cruel smile.

"Couldn't resist my lure, then?" he rumbled at them with his smoky baritone and snorted. Ferdinand didn't look at him but fiddled with the knobs, yelping and cursing when he got first too hot, then too cold water out of the showerhead. Reginald pushed him aside and showed that you had to let it run for a while before adjusting temperature, leaving Ferdinand standing aside feeling like a stupid country bumpkin about himself.

"Hey kid, you're going to need this." Szymon reached out and held a bar of soap in his clawed hand in front of Ferdinand's face. The tall fox did not want anything to do with him at that moment, as a mixture of anger and embarrassment and ill-conceived sexual tension bubbled in his chest, and just turned a cold shoulder towards him. The lizard, however, did not relent. "Come on kid, can't you take a joke? I'm sorry I upset you earlier, you can have my bar of soap as a gesture of goodwill okay? Think of it as starting over." He tried looking over Ferdinand's left shoulder, then right while prodding that pink lump of soap towards the fox.

"Fine, I'll take it if you stop pestering me." He huffed and held out his palm.

Szymon smiled and let the soap fall through his fingers. It made a clattering sound as it hit the tiled floor, then laid in rest between the two.

Fern looked from the fallen soap to Szymon's shit-eating grin and back again, feeling his teeth gritting again. He did not know what the lizard's game exactly was, but he was already sick of playing.

"Well, what are you waiting for, kid?" Szymon leaned back a little, puffing his chest out as he crossed his arms over it. Fern had to drop his gaze when he noticed the well-built lizard flexing and popping the muscles of his pecs with a toothy grin. "The soap isn't gonna pick itself up." Ferdinand could hear a few chuckles from the nearby boys, and felt the tips of his ears begin to grow hot.

"Oh, I've got it, Fern!" Reginald moved between the two, bending over at the waist and swishing his tail jauntily as he reached down to pick up the dropped soap. Fern couldn't help letting his eyes run over his friend's pert, perky buttocks. And, of course, neither did Szymon.

"Fern, huh?" The lizard reached out to give Reginald's ass a squeeze, making the younger fox let out a high-pitched noise of surprise and straighten up. He clutched the soap in his hand, turning to look at Szymon with a hot blush. "Thanks for the introduction, little fox. And just what's your name, if I may ask?"

"Reginald, but dear Fern just calls me Reg," the smaller fox replied before Ferdinand could stop him.

Szymon let out a loud guffaw. "Oh, it's dear Fern now, is it?" His laughing eyes looked between the two foxes as his grin grew far more provocative. Ferdinand felt his own face growing warm at the way the lizard was looking between him and his roommate.

"Yeah. What's it to you?" Fern puffed out his own chest, moving between Szymon and Reginald. His eyes narrowed as glared up at the lizard, holding the older boy's gaze as their chests bumped together. Szymon, for his part, sneered down at Fern as he pushed himself back against the fox. The two stayed like that for a long moment, neither one wanting to yield in the sudden dominance display they had found themselves in.

Reginald cleared his throat, looking the two up and down with warmth in his face and a tingling pulse in his slowly-plumping cock. "Ah, excuse me, but you two do realize your penises are almost touching...?"

Both of them glanced down, but only Ferdinand took a second look to stare. Out of Szymon's engorged slit emerged two pale blue cocks. They were joined at base, but soon split apart into chubby, fiercely curving sausage rolls with tapering, almost leaf-shaped heads. They were not particularly long, but the considerable girth of even one of them made Ferdinand gulp and Reginald raise his eyebrows. Szymon grinned with the tip of his tongue peeking out between his teeth, and slid his middle finger along his belly and into the tight space between the his fat dicks, rubbing their base slowly and affectionately. The sight was more than enough to make Ferdinand's own cock jump into full attention. It brushed against Szymon's thigh as his entire length rose up, and he panicked.

Ferdinand pushed against Szymon, but the lizard did not even budge. The only thing the fox managed was to get himself off balance and slip on the watery tiles, landing on his butt with a dull thump. Szymon guffawed and held his sides, his cocks shaking stiff and firm along his laughter. The loud noise echoing in the cramped space made everyone stop and look what was happening much to Ferdinand's chagrin. As the others started to join the laughter he felt acutely like he was reliving one of his nightmares, and just wanted to disappear from the face of the earth. Tears started to well on his eyes, and he hated it and himself more than anything right then.

"Hey, quit it you big jerk! What's so funny about this!?" Reginald spoke up visibly angry, ignoring completely that the lizard he was standing up to was nearly twice his size. He turned to help Ferdinand pick up himself and the shreds of his dignity. "Ferdinand is a good person, and if you got to know him you'd see how nice he is," he continued to speak to the bystanders who had gathered to enjoy the show. Something in that small fox's sincere look made them lose their smiles, and one by one they muttered their apologies and started shuffling to the locker room.

Szymon looked at them coolly, his arms crossed, his erection wilting and slowly receding back inside his body. "Tch, whatever." He started to leave but then turned around and leaned close to Ferdinand who was just standing there rubbing his smarting butt. "Don't think this is over yet. I saw that you have something I want," his breath felt hot and stale on Ferdinand's face, "and I'm going to get it one way or another." He snapped his fingers in front of Ferdinand's nose, startling him, then sauntered away laughing, his perky, muscular ass and tail swaying lazily as he walked.

"...Thanks" Ferdinand said without looking at Reginald as he dabbed his eyes.

Reginald hugged him, squeezing his midriff a little too hard for comfort, but suddenly he did not mind it at all. "I was so scared!" he said, laughing, and Ferdinand could not help but to join him.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)