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Jasper exhaled slowly, his eyes closed, smoke leaving his lips in a milky trail of off-white. His cigarette hung loosely from his hand as he rocked languidly on one of the old swings of the old Scarborough playground. It was located behind the school and accessed only by a single door at the end of the arts clubs corridor. Subsequently, it was frequently used for smoking marijuana, drinking beer and other activities not sanctioned by school regulations. It was the perfect place to escape the bustle of academic life and the scrutiny of the more stringent teachers. It was shady and cool, a popular feeding ground for finches and crows, and there was nary a sound but the wind and the gurgling of the old-fashioned stone fountain that still drew life from an underground wellspring, a relic from another time.

Jasper opened his eyes and looked at Taylor who was sitting atop a stone wall cross-legged, staring at him intently.

"You played really well today, Taylor," the wolf said.

"You really think so? Wyatt didn't seem impressed... at all."

Jasper smiled warmly. "Wyatt's a hard worker. He's not satisfied unless everyone else is working as hard as he is. If he gets on your case, it's not because he doesn't like you... or because he thinks you suck. Just the opposite really. When he works you to the bone, it's because he thinks you've got what it takes... you've got the skills to really make it. And he wants you to reach your potential."

Taylor twiddled his thumbs nervously. "When I met Wyatt, he seemed really friendly and helpful. But when I auditioned for the band, he seemed to get angry with me."

The wolf nodded. "Before you joined Affurmation, Wyatt was the guitarist of the band."

"He was?" Taylor said surprised. "Then... who was the vocalist?"

Jasper's expression darkened slightly then. "A boy named Van. Van was the founder of the band."

"Van..." the panda wondered. "That name sounds familiar for some reason but I can't remember why."

"It should," Jasper replied. "If you're very knowledgeable about music, you've probably heard of the indie rock band Hot Step. They were just recently signed to the indie division of the same label that your favorite band Darkchild is signed to."

Taylor's jaw dropped. "Seriously!"

The wolf rose from the swing set. "Yes. The very same. Van asked Wyatt to join Affurmation when he was only fourteen. Over the years, he trained him as a guitarist and a vocalist. Van looked up to him greatly. He admired him with every fiber of his being."

"What happened?"

"When Van graduated high school, rather than continue the band, he took his friend Mark, a former member of Affurmation, with him, and started a new band. He left Wyatt to inherit the mantle of lead vocal of Affurmation. He left him behind and never looked back. Ever since, Wyatt has been hell-bent on proving to Van that he could make it, really make something of the band. That he was good enough to go pro. That's why Wyatt is so sensitive about everything related to our band."

The panda nodded. "I see... so... this band is everything for Wyatt."

"Right."

Taylor looked up to find Jasper standing, hands on hips, directly in front of him, looking down at him, his eyes seemingly unveiling his thoughts layer by layer.

"W...what?" Taylor stammered, blushing.

"I see the way you look at him," the wolf said quietly.

"L-look at him?"

Jasper smirked. "Yeah. At Wyatt. He's a very attractive boy. Don't you think?"

Taylor looked down at the ground and scuffed his feet in the dirt. "Yes..." he admitted.

"I have to warn you," said Jasper, "that Wyatt has suffered terrible heartbreak in the past. I probably shouldn't even be telling you this... but... well I like you, Taylor, and I'd like you to be a part of our band. I don't... I don't want things to become... complicated. Wyatt's my best friend, and I have to protect him, you see. His emotions are still in chaos from... well... from a turbulent past. It's best not to press him to anything."

"Oh I wouldn't do anything like that, honest," the red panda stated. "I... I'm not into boys anyway."

Eyes glowing, the wolf grinned. "Sure, Taylor. But keep it in mind anyway. Not just for his sake, but for yours too."

"I will," Taylor said. "And thanks for looking out for me."

"We're band mates now. We look out for each other." Jasper stamped his cigarette out in the dirt.

We're band mates now. We look out for each other. It was a strange feeling. Jasper's words echoed in Taylor's mind as he walked the final stretch from the bus station to his house. The sun was a languid sphere of nectarine fire, slowly cresting toward the horizon. It bathed the city below in its warm glow. Taylor, who lived in the eastern bluffs surrounding the valley in which the heart of Silverpaw City had been built, gave pause to stare. The Unicorn Bay glittered like a field of diamonds in the distance.

The city was an amazing place, he thought, full of opportunity, people and life. Although initially he had been afraid of moving to the city, he now found it exhilarating in a way he couldn't completely understand. In just a few days, he had reunited with his childhood friend, started a new school, made new friends, and joined a rock band. Things never moved as such a swift and decisive pace back in Eaglebrook.

It was not that Taylor disliked the country. Many of his fondest childhood memories belonged to the wilderness of his youth. But there amongst the forests and the streams, the ideal environment to which his very species, the red panda, was suited, he felt a nagging sense of loneliness, like he was being held back from greater things, from his dreams. He was at once excited and afraid, but this was the start of something new, something good, and he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers.

Taylor arrived home just as the first stars of twilight poked through the darkening veneer of the heavens. He let himself in and kicked off his shoes in the entryway. He was tired from the day's lessons and band practice, so he carefully snuck past the living room where his parents were watching television and headed upstairs. He walked down the hall and opened the door to his bedroom.

"About time you got home," Wyatt said, rolling over on Taylor's bed and tossing aside one of the panda's mangas he'd been reading.

"W..Wyatt!" Taylor exclaimed, shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"Your parents let me in," the other replied matter-of-factly. "I like your room. It's a bit too feminine for my taste, but you decorate nicely."

Taylor stood in the doorway, frozen in shock. "W...what are you...?" the panda repeated.

Wyatt smirked. "We've got some work to do before next weekend so I figured we would get a jump on it before the homework really starts piling up."

"What work?"

"We're doing a photoshoot on Friday after classes. My girlfriend Ermelin designs and sews all of our costumes so I need to brainstorm ideas with you and take your measurements. So if you're ready, I'd like to get started."

Taylor's head began swimming. "Photoshoot? Measurements?"

Wyatt shook his head disdainfully. "You've never been in a band before, right?"

"Well... uh... n-no..."

"It's not all fun and games Tay. There's a serious side. A business side. As the band leader I gotta make sure the band is promoted effectively. Photoshoots and appearance are a large part of it."

"Ok...so what do you want me to do exactly?"

"Well for starters I'll need you to strip."

Taylor blinked. "Huh?"

Wyatt got off the bed and pulled a tape measure out of his pocket. "I need to take all your measurements. Strip."

"N-no way! I'm not gonna get naked in front of you!" protested Taylor, flushing deep maroon.

"Who said anything about you getting naked? Down to your underwear should be enough."

Taylor's heart pounded in his eardrums. He knew beneath his shorts he was wearing girl's panties and if Wyatt found out, his image would doubtlessly be destroyed, not only in the eyes of the mongoose he had taken such a liking to, but his new friends Jasper and the drummer of Affurmation Drew as well. And what if anyone else in the school were to find out? Such rumors, he was sure, would spread like wildfire and he would become an outcast once again.

"C-can't I just tell you my sizes?"

"No, Lin needs very specific numbers to sew together garments. C'mon, don't be a sissy. This won't take long. It's not like I've never seen a boy in his underwear before. So strip. Or I'll strip you myself."

Taylor was suddenly consumed with the urge to flee. To run out of his bedroom, out of his house, and out into the night. Run as far as his feet would carry him. The only thing that kept him rooted in place was the mongoose himself. He wanted so desperately to please him, to be liked and respected in the eyes of Wyatt. He wanted acceptance, and to flee now would more than likely forsake any chances he had of ever befriending the beautiful vocalist he had dreamed about.

"O...okay," Taylor murmured, beginning to undress himself. "Just... just don't look, ok?"

"Well I can't take your measurements blindfolded, can I? Man, you're so shy..."

"I know...I... I c-can't help it, ok?"

His heartbeat erratic, Taylor undressed himself, garment by garment. He pulled his tanktop over his head, exposing a smooth, slender, undefined, girlish abdomen, the sight of which caused Wyatt's lips to purse slightly with subdued admiration. The red panda paused before removing his shorts.

"Is this enough?"

"The shorts too, Taylor. I can't measure your hips and inseam if you don't."

Taylor sighed. There was no escaping it. He braced himself for the humiliation, the mockery, the verbal abuse. He prepared himself for what he was sure was inevitable; the raucous laughter of the mongoose at discovering the panda's secret fetish, his well-guarded secret identity. With a deep breath, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down around his ankles.

Wyatt nodded wordlessly and walked over to the panda who was trembling violently, his eyes vaguely misty with the onset of tears. "You ok?" he asked.

Taylor blinked, his jaw quivering. "Y...yeah..."

"Spread your arms out lengthwise."

Taylor obeyed. The mongoose went about taking measurements without making a single comment about the panda's panties.

"You have a very slim waist... that'll be perfect for what Jasper and Lin were talking about..."

"H...huh?" Taylor stammered.

"Oh, I'm just talking to myself," Taylor replied, measuring the other boy's hips. "I think out loud often."

"Oh..."

As Wyatt's fingers gently brushed the protrusion of his hip bones, Taylor squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to quell the warm feeling in his lower abdomen and his quickened heartbeat. He could barely breathe as he felt the tape measure wrapping around his tight, nubile buttocks, only thin cotton between his flesh and the mongoose's fingers.

"Open your legs just a bit more," said the other.

"W...whatever for?"

"I've got to measure your inseam. Come on, don't waste my time."

Taylor did as he was told. He thanked the stars that he'd worn one of his more concealing pairs of panties that day and that his genitalia fit completely, albeit snugly, in the material. He gasped as he felt Wyatt's hand brush faintly against his testicles.

"You're pretty decent at guitar for being fifteen," Wyatt said idly. "How long have you studied? Did you have any formal instruction?"

"N-no, I... uh...I'm self t-taught... I've been playing since I was... since I was ten."

Wyatt stepped back and walked over to Taylor's desk and began writing down notes in a notebook. "I'm sorry we've had to move so quickly with everything. But the band's on a tough schedule and we can't waste any time. The local rock festival is only a month away and that's where the talent scouts for the indie labels hunt for new prospects."

"Rock festival?" Taylor asked, pulling his shorts back up over his bottom.

"Once a year," the other replied. "If you don't get selected at the festival, it's a lot harder to get into the industry. Last year Affurmation almost had a shot at it... but..." Wyatt stopped writing. His fist gripped the pencil tightly with suppressed anger. "But things changed."

"Van..." Taylor whispered.

Wyatt spun around, his crimson eyes glowing with ire. "Who told you about him?"

"Uh w-well, I mean, uh, I'd heard about the new bands in the indie draft... that Hot Step was formed from in this very city..."

"Jasper..." the mongoose sighed. "What else did that nosey cur tell you?"

"N-nothing, honest!"

Wyatt stared hard at Taylor, but he let the subject drop for the moment. "Can I use your shower? I need to freshen up."

"Oh yeah sure, right through that door," Taylor said pointing.

Wyatt nodded, grabbing his book bag and heading into the bathroom. He slammed the door loudly behind him.

Taylor sighed and collapsed on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling. Things were still very uncomfortable between him and Wyatt. Although the mongoose seemed to be loosening up slowly, the panda felt like he had to walk on egg shells every time he was in the vocalist's company. He remembered what Jasper had told him: Wyatt has suffered terrible heartbreak in the past. His emotions are still in chaos from... well... from a turbulent past. It's best not to press him to anything. Taylor resolved then and there to be more sympathetic to his new friends emotions, to work harder at guitar and help Wyatt's dream come true.

Wyatt emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, his fur damp and shining with water. Taylor blushed profusely and looked away.

"Do you mind if I stay the night? It's kind of late," Wyatt asked.

"S...stay here?"

"No, on your roof. Of course here. Your bed is big enough for the both of us."

The red panda started feeling dizzy. "B...b-but don't you have a girlfriend? I don't think she'd like that very much..."

"I don't give a fuck what she thinks," the mongoose laughed. "Besides, it's not like we're fucking or anything. I just need a place to sleep. I'll give you a ride to school on my bike tomorrow morning so you don't have to ride the bus."

"Well... ok... if that's alright with you."

"It's fine. Anyway, I'm gonna hit the sack then. I'm a bit of an early riser."

"Alright. I'm a bit tired myself."

Wyatt walked over to the bed and let the towel drop to the floor. Taylor squeaked and fiddled with his socks, his heart once more aflutter. Wyatt crawled into bed and pulled the sheet over him. He lay on his back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling serenely.

"G'night," he said softly.

"G...good night!"

Within minutes, Wyatt was snoring softly, lost in dreams. Taylor lay beside him, heart thundering in his ears. He looked at Wyatt, his eyes roaming lecherously over the mongoose's body. The sheet only covered his hips, pelvis, and upper thighs; the rest of him was completely exposed. Taylor started to feel the beginnings of an erection in his panties. He turned on his side and slid his hand down between his legs, his fingers gently prodding the bulge in his underwear. He moaned quietly, his entire body shivering as he tried desperately to curtail his urges.

"W...Wyatt..." he whimpered quietly as his fingers disappeared beneath the waistband of the panties. He found his aching tool and gripped it in his hand and began to rhythmically jerk his staff up and down as he fantasized that the mongoose was taking advantage of him, ravaging him, having his way with the panda's young, hormone-charged body. He gently rocked his hips to and fro, grunting and biting his lower lip, his entire body tingling from head to paw with pleasure. It didn't take long. In just a few minutes, the panda climaxed, his frothy hot seed erupting all over his chest and quivering abdomen. He bit down hard on the blanket to muffle his cries of ecstasy. After a few minutes, when he caught his breath, he cleaned himself off with the box of Kleenex beside his bed, then fell to sleep with a satisfied, toothy grin from ear to ear.