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Disenchanted - I Will Protect You - Part 9

By Komatose © 2010

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"Home sweet home...again..."

Drew turned the knob to the second establishment they would be living in during the first year at college, and with a push, the door swung open to reveal the mess most new residents often came home too, boxes and containers and furniture all cluttered about.

It had been two weeks since Drew and Bill, including his cousin Marcos and his roommate Travis, from the duplex they had been renting for the year.

"You know, Drew, I have to say, this place actually is a bit bigger than the other one, and for the same price! The only headache of course is having to re-arrange and decorate all over again."

Bill stepped into the center of the new living room, a large bay window facing the street and the patchy snow-grass mix that the front yard was made out of. Drew walked over next to him, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him from behind.

"Everyone was so pissed...my mom, your dad, especially Marcos, he had had been living in that place for almost two years, it's too bad the law was not on our side."

With a deep sigh he made his way to the sofa and plopped down onto it, looking around at the new mess that needed to be cleaned up.

Bill turned to him and placed his hands on his hips.

"It's too bad we could not find another duplex so we could live next to Marcos again, but I am so glad his new boyfriend managed to help him find a new place, and help move all of our furniture! He is a really nice guy, I like him!"

Drew smiled and rubbed his chin, pondering too many thoughts to count.

"Yeah, what I don't understand is how we found this place..."

Bill chuckled and took a spot next to the hyena on to sofa, leaning against him and giving his cheek a lick with his long, bovine tongue.

"I told you, someone is watching over us! That envelope left in the mailbox with the advertisement, map, and all of the other information to lead us to our new place is not just some coincidence!"

Drew nodded, he knew all of this, except who had done it.

"He sighed the envelope..."The Dark Angel"...Who could that be?"

The hyena was too tangled in though trying to solve the mystery, while Bill kept trying to throw ideas out to him.

"Maybe it was one of Marcos's band members? It had to have been that bat! What's his name? Chester? Or maybe it was that incredibly handsome dragon! Ooooh!!! Maybe it was his ex-girlfriend, Umm...Sandy? No...Sammy! Yeah, could have been her!"

Drew just smiled and placed his lips upon Bills, sealing them with a kiss.

"Calm down, babe, I think in time we will figure this all out, but in the mean time, we need to get to unpacking and getting our new place put together right?"

Bill melted into the tender kiss like butter melting into a baked potato.

"Ooh...yes...we do."

Drew chuckled as he took a look out of the large window in the front of the house they were renting, the location was so convenient, it was a whole ten minute drive closer to the college, making this location an even better spot than the last, and it was actually located only a few blocks from Gabriel's house, he wondered if they had something to do with finding the new residence.

All he knew was that someone was watching out for them, and he really wished he could meet this mystery person and give them his gratitude.

Meanwhile, a not to distant drive away, Marcos was settling into his new pad.

"Fuck you!"

Marcos slammed his cell phone against an armchair and let out a deep growl, Travis came up behind him and grabbed his shoulder.

"Dude, what's wrong? Something up?"

Marcos balled his fists and bit his lower lip.

"If one more fucking thing goes wrong, someone is gonna die! That mother fucker Lester wants to quit the band!"

Travis's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"What!? What did that dumbass tell you?"

Marcos grabbed his phone and sat down in the chair.

"He said he is 'uncomfortable' being in the band since Gavin revealed his sexuality...On top of that, there is another band that offered him a gig and will pay better, ex-fucking-scuses! I knew that got damn rat with wings would pull this shit!"

Travis grumbled and crossed his arms.

"You know I ain't ditchin' for nothing, looks like we need a new bassist if Spiteful Redemption wants to stay strong. Your guy know how to play bass?"

Marcos lowered his head, and felt a little comforted seeing Ben his mind.

"I'm sure he could, but not professionally. Goddamn shit, first we lose the damn house, now we lose our damn bassist. What's next."

Travis just smirked.

"Your sanity it seems, I've never seen you this pissed before, bud."

Marcos took a deep breath and tried to keep a level head.

"Yeah...just need to calm down...focus..."

Travis patted him on the shoulder.

"Look at the good things, we managed to find a new place, I mean, this is a pretty descent house, yeah, a little more expensive than the old place, but its all separated from any other building and we can practice all we want now."

The black wolf nodded and rubbed Marcos's shoulder.

"There you go! You know me, I don't really get bothered by things like moving around and shit, this is like the twentieth place I've lived in, but yeah, Lester is a big problem, what should be the next course of action, Marcos Mayhem?"

The hyena just shook his head and finally let out a smile.

"We need to hold some auditions."

Across the way and back at the old, now empty duplex, a large, luxurious SUV pulled up to the curb.

"...What a filthy pigsty...suits the rubbish that lived in it..."

Victor sighed as he placed his fingertips on his gold-plated crucifix, not letting the image of Christ out of his grasp.

"What was the purpose of buying this place anyway, Sir?"

A deep voice from the back, coming from the massive rhinoceros, or War, boomed through the vehicle. Victor turned to him.

"To get a taste of revenge, the trash that lived in his house thought it would be cheeky to make a fool out of me..."

He turned a wicked gaze to the empty house.

"But who is laughing now..."

Victor reached his paw out of the window and gave a wave of his paw. A large excavator roared to life, smoke billowing from its exhaust pipes as the bucket reached forward and dug into the bedroom window of the right side, glass shattering, wood splitting, wires snapping, and dust flying as the house was slowly torn down by the huge piece of demolition equipment in the front yard. Victor's smile could not be any wider.

"I cleanse this property...in the name of the Lord..."

The second passenger in the back seat watched behind shaded eyes, his arms crossed, War to his left enjoyed the show, and Pestilence in the front seat typed away at his laptop.

The ominous gryphon leaned forward.

"Victor...was this necessary?"

The lion leaned back to look at him.

"Hmm, first words you've spoken all day. Yes, Death, this is. I cannot have battered housewives living in a house tainted by homosexuals, did you see the interior of the right side? It was as if a rainbow vomited on the interior. I had Pestilence here fake a habitation violation of sorts deeming the house inhabitable due to...mmm...what was it?

The human took his eyes from his laptop and pressed his glasses up.

"Cockroach infestation, improper wiring, gas leak, mold, all of that good stuff! Yeah yeah! No way no one can live there."

Victor grinned and nodded at him.

"Yes, all of that. Oh, poor father was so disappointed, this was going to be such a nice project since the house was so cheap, God bless the poor housing market, looks like we are going to have to build a new house of worship here, God will love having another house, this area could use one."

Victor leaned back in his seat and watched the house get ripped apart by the demolition crew, regretting that the did not burn the house down himself with the occupants in it, but he did not want to have any blood on his paws, he would break the first commandment and not get into Heaven, he just resorted to striking fear into those he hated, since in this modern age, doing away with sin was seen as murder.

The gryphon in the back seat kept his eyes focused on Victor, his shades hiding his gaze, not looking upon the house at all, not saying another word.

*******

"YATES!!! God damn it! Get your ass to the locker room!"

The tiger was kneeling over the nearest trash can he could find and unloading the contents of his stomach into it, oh, he had no illness, just bad case of a hangover. Coach Zappia was tired of having to yell at him every time the wrestling team practiced, he did not care if the overgrown cat was the dean's son, he was a bad egg.

The tiger picked himself up and wiped his maw with his wrist, letting out a grunt.

"Nah, coach, I'm fine now..."

The Zebra trotted over to him and pointed into his large, muscled chest.

"Listen here, Yates, you need to clean up your act, you are THIS close from being cut from the team, you need to seriously seek some damn help! Now get into the locker room and clean yourself up!"

The tiger pursed his lips, his mouth still sour with the taste of vomit, and simply turned around and did what he was told. Coach just lowered his head and rubbed his temples, going back over to the team to address them.

"Sorry about that, all, now, we are playing against Sterling tomorrow and you know what that means, more practice today! You know the routine, so get ready!"

With a sharp blow of the whistle, the first pair made their way to the ring.

Wes leaned back against the bleachers, rubbing his shoulder and taking a quick peek to the locker room, then turning to his wrestling partner for that day.

"Hmm, that tiger fella sure ain't the best team player, I rekon, he ain't been sober cept one time since we started the wrasslin' season..."

The other player, a Beauceron named Darren, shrugged his broad shoulders and tilted his head.

"Dunno, dude. I had a class with him last semester, when he did show up, he would usually end up sleeping or some shit, not paying attention and hung over a lot, he is a big embarrassment to his dad, I don't know why he pays so much money to keep that loser enrolled, shit! I wish I had some of that money!"

Wes chuckled and patted the Beaucey on his back.

"Yup, would be nice."

Wes also noticed someone else in the gym, it was none other than Phil, sitting along on the other side of the bleachers and not daring to look Wes in the eye.

"Say Darren, what else yuh know 'bout that fella Phil? 'Sides the fact he's gotta major anger problem."

Darren cocked his brow at the hulking Doberman, sneering and giving his eyes a little roll.

"Well, that dude, like you said, 'sgot some anger issues, saw him punch a locker door, broke them damn thing! I'm thinking he's got some demons fighting in his mind, and he has trouble expressing himself and talking about his problems. He also has some sexual identity issue going on, I catch him checking out dudes often, but he constantly denies it, hell, he grabbed my ass once! Didn't mind, though, wish he woulda grabbed the other side! Coulda had some fun!"

The Beauceron flashed a cheeky smile and Wes chuckled and shook his head.

"Damn, partner, he really is confused, can tell yuh ain't, though! You got a boyfriend?"

Darren waved a paw at him and shook his head.

"Naaaaah, got nobody, last one was a girl, but dumb bitch figured it would be a good idea to get drunk and end up cheating on me, with three guys in one night! Heh! Cant wait for when the game of "Who's the Daddy?" ends with the pup's birth, glad it won't be me! Only had sex once I used a rubber, still could've failed, but whatever, I'm sure the dumb whore will end up getting an abortion."

Wes nodded and gave Darren's shoulder a rub.

"Maybe me'n'my boy can hook yuh up with someone, since yuh're open tuh both genders."

Darren smiled and took a look into Wes's eyes.

"Naaaaaah, I don't want a relationship till I get done with college, till then, I figure I'm just gonna fool around, so if you know some pussy or ass, send them my way!"

With a mischievous smirk, he gave Wes wink, making the big dog chuckle.

"Gotcha, partner! Jus' dun be catchin' anything now, dun want a case of the ichies or the drippies or the bumpies or knot rot."

Darren threw his head back and let out a loud guffaw.

"I gotcha, big dog! Damn, I would NOT want knot rot, makes me sick just thinkin' about it!"

The Beauceron grabbed his crotch as if to protect it from the STDs floating in the air. Wes just shook his head and looked back to the door, Phil, who was starting at him, turned his head away, and at the same time, the tiger, or as he had been known as simply By, made his way back out of the locker room and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and sighing loudly. Wes could not help but keep his eyes on him, he seemed so sad, maybe all the guy needed was someone to talk to, his father was probably not the most loving it seemed, but who knows.

Practice came to an end and everyone was now pumped for the match against Sterling the next day, Phil, on the other paw, working on a different method of pumping, having made his way to the college's gym after practice to work on his legs and abdomen, his mind racing with different thoughts.

"Why can't I get hooked up with anyone...Why can't anyone just accept me for who I am...Why I work so hard but get nothing in return...Why, damn it!"

These words were merely muttered under his breath, his conflicting interests struggled in his mind, he was so different in high school, always participating and achieving and just excelling at things, after college began, he was just a wreck now that he had his own freedom, no parents to impress, most of his old friends gone to different places, old romances down the drain, he could start over as new person and it ended up playing with his mind. This conflict just ended up leading to anger because he could not handle it properly.

With a loud clank, he dropped the seventy-five pound dumbbells on the rack. Phil checked himself out in the mirror as he panted heavily, he was bigger than he had ever had been in high school or even last year, his veins bulging under his onyx fur, his arms, chest, thighs, all swollen with muscles, but he still could not attract someone. Where was he going wrong?

He looked down at his tight fitting tank top, it was drenched in sweat, he grunted and lifted it up and over his head, his cropped ears flopping back into their upright position as he looked into the mirror again, he and Nate were the two most athletic of his siblings, Owen had a beer gut, Larry was chunky for a police officer, and Marsha, heh, such a twig.

He placed his paw on his chest and felt how damp his velvety black fur was with sweat, flexing his pectorals and making them bounce for his own entertainment and then rubbing downwards over his solid abdominals, then heaving another sigh, as no one was even around to look at him.

"...What's wrong with me..."

Just then, a dull thud caught his cropped ears, making them perk and stand up tall, the noise sounding like something fell down. He turned his head to his sides, trying to figure out where it came from and how, and then he saw it, across the weight room and to the exit of the hallway that lead to the track and basketball courts, it looked like a group of at least three furs standing around someone, maybe he fell down and they were helping him up, but when he heard laughing, he felt something was up.

Turning his attention off of his sculpted self and tossing his damn shirt to the bench he used earlier, he slowly padded over for a better listen.

"What's the matter! Can't get back up?"

One of the three larger furs, a boar, blurted out as he and the two others looked down upon a smaller fur laying on his back on the padded weight room floor.

"What do you say, boys? What do you think we should do to him, he was eyeing us, after all."

The ripped Boxer gave a malicious chuckler as he cracked his knuckles. He turned to the Orc who was rubbing a green thumb over one of his fangs and snickering.

"We outta show 'im that his kind ain't welcome 'round this gym! Worthless little faggot!"

He gave the fur on the ground a swift kick with his ugly hairy foot and make him help, the boar kneeled down and grabbed him by the neck and held him back up.

"Listen here, queer, we don't appreciate it when fairies like you run around and check us normal heterosexuals out..."

With a swift yank, the boar ripped something off of the smaller fur's neck and looked at it, snickering and snorting.

"Nice rainbow necklace! Looks like I broke it, oops!"

The trio chuckled, but it was suddenly interrupted as the boar let out a deep holler, his knees bucking inwards and his hands going to his crotch, the fur on the had swiftly delivered a kick to his crotch, making the big pig fall to his side and writhe in pain. The boxer growled, his cropped ears peeling back and the Orc reached down and picked up the smaller guy by his neck, his paws gripping the big green hands as his air supply was getting cut off.

"We're gonna murder you, faggot!!!"

The Orc, holding his neck with one hand, leaned back his free arm to get ready a punch, but he was suddenly and strongly tapped on the shoulder, he paused and turned around to see who was interrupting him, all he saw was a large, angry Doberman Pinscher.

"If anyone is going to die...it's you!"

With that, Phil delivered a jaw-shattering uppercut to the Orc's green, toothy chin, making him scream and pain fall down, dropping the fur he had in his grasp. The boxer growled loudly, his boar friend was still in tears from the crotch blow, leaving him all alone to deal with this guy.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Phil bared his sharp white teeth and cracked his neck, making it pop.

"I'm the guy that's gonna send you to the hospital if you don't back the fuck off!"

The other dog saw that Phil was a lot bigger than he was, and how he took out his buddy in one shot, he knew there was no way he could take him on one-on-one, he slowly started to back up, pinning his ears back submissively.

"You worthless fuckin' fag-lover! This ain't the last of it!"

As quickly as he could, the canine help his injured companions up and to their feet as best as he could and they disappeared down the hall, grunting and cursing the whole way.

Phil looked down the smaller fur, now that he had a good look at him, he was clearly an otter, had to be only a little over five feet tall, very slim, lithe body, he was sitting with his back against the wall, holding his necklace in his webbed paws and his head drooped, his long whiskers sagging.

"I was fine...you didn't have to come help me, now those guys are going to hate you too."

Phil slowly padded closer and kneeled down to him.

"Are you alright?"

The otter looked up at him and nodded, clutching his pride necklace close to his chest.

"Yeah, I'm used to that, I get that often, it's nothing new. What I want to know is why you helped me."

Phil just shook his head.

"It was not very fair, three against one...And I don't like seeing people...bash someone..."

The Doberman started to think now...the things that he did to his little brother...was that fair? He really had messed up...

The otter ran a paw through his light brown head fur and slowly looked up at him.

"I guess that makes sense..."

He slowly stood up, using his strong tail to help him to his foot paws, dusting off his tank top and making sure his clothes were not torn.

"I suppose I should thank you, um, what's your name?"

Phil now had a good view of the otter...he was...really cute. He had just a perfect slim body, cute whiskers, and really pretty green eyes.

"Umm...my name is Phil, Phil Meyers. I don't really come here too often, I like to work out at home...and...well yeah, I just hope you are...ok."

Phil scratched the back of his neck, but suddenly, the otter reached out and placed his paws on Phil's abs and gave them a rub, pressing his fingertips into them, Phil actually felt a rush from that touch, and it made his sheath tingle.

"You get this big from working out at home? Damn...Well, anyway, my name is Connor Naughton, pleasure to meet you, right?"

The otter let out a smile and took Phil's paw and shook it.

"Yeah, nice to meet you, Connor. I, um...don't know what to do now."

Connor just tilted his head and gave the much taller Doberman a goofy smile.

"How about you give me your phone number? I can't just let you go now and never see you again, right?"

Phil slowly smiled, this guy was...really nice to him.

"Sure, that...sounds really good."

A few moments later, they had each other's numbers, Phil grabbed his duffel back and slipped a different, clean shirt on over his ripped torso.

"Well, I think I am going to head home now. Listen...if you ever get trouble like that again, you tell me, ok?"

Conner chuckled and let out a small sigh.

"You're gonna get a lot of calls, pal, I am a pretty big target around these parts, but I like your bravery, well, be seeing you around, right?"

Phil nodded and slowly made his way to the exit.

"Yeah, stay safe, Connor."

Connor just watched as he trotted off and out of sight.

"Great day, that's for sure. I wonder what's up with him, shyer than a lass on a first date, gonna have to crack that shell he's got around him like a clam on my tummy. Hmm...now I feel like some seafood."

Phil's mind was swimming with thoughts now, some confusion remaining, but now other things.

"What if...he likes me someday? No...I just met him...and...damn it, I want to see Nate now...but I know he won't want to see me...damn it...I really fucked up..."

*******

"Justin, are you pawing off again?"

The malamute just smirked as he rummaged around in his pants, lounging on Tim's sofa and watching the television as the bear re-entered the living room with a couple of sodas.

"Nah, just got an itch, heh, though pawing off does sound good right now."

Tim just shook his head and walked over to the sofa, handing him the pop and trying to give him a kiss on the cheek, to which the big dog turned his head to make the kiss land on his lips.

"Mmm, thanks, babe."

Tim chuckled and licked his nose.

"You're welcome, stud."

Tim took his seat in the armchair in the corner of the room and watched the program with him, some show about celebrity propaganda and blackmail, something Tim never really cared to watch at all. He and Justin were dating for a solid month now, Tim was very satisfied, he just hoped that nothing would happen like with his last relationships, no crazy fathers or beatings or cheatings or anything to ruin it this time, but there was always that feeling in the back of his mind that this was all just good to be true.

"Damn! Angelina Jolie is so fucking hot, I would muzzle fuck that vixen's big ass lips."

Tim shook his head again, Justin always said something like that, he could have sex with anything that moves, he saw it as cute, but Justin was dead serious. Another dead serious issue was the fact that Tim's old friend Leo would soon be living with him, Tim was not worried about him having space, he would just turn the smaller side room he used as his computer lab into a bedroom for him and move his equipment into his own room, or try to since he had so much stuff. Justin did not really care much about how computers worked, as long as they gave him porn, that's all he cared about.

Tim got a few messages here and there from Leo, he could tell his old friend was stressed, he was glad he could help him out, since he knew his past, it would be good for the both of them to be around to help each other in case a breakdown happened.

It seemed like things were going just fine, however, some of Tim's dear friends smelled something amiss.

"...I do not trust him..."

Buttercup's stern glare was looking Carla dead in the eyes as she slowly sipped her jet black tea cup, pinky out.

"Oh, come on! They seem really happy together! I don't think that anything bad could happen!"

Carla nibbled on a cookie and turned to Garrett and Steph.

"Timothy is being set up for a major let-down, this unsavory charlatan is going to use him as if he were some sexual toy and toss him into the rubbish bin."

Steph finished chewing her tea sandwich and added to the comment.

"Yeah! They guy is a total man-slut, I am sure he has pups out there he does not know of, he has a new guy every month and Tim is just the flavor of this one! He is going to run off for some new tail and Tim is going to seriously lose it! I am afraid this might do him in!"

Steph leaned against her white tiger's chest and he held her tight. Buttercup slammer her cup on the table.

"...disgusting...if something happens to the bear I shall not be benevolent to this whore, I shall cut him into small pieces and grind them down, only to use it in recipes so that we may feast upon him..."

Everyone just stared at her, blinking a few times.

"Yeah...but, we just need to keep an eye on Timtim, I don't want to see something bad happen to him...or end up eating a Justin burger!"

Carla covered her muzzle and shook her head in disgust, Steph rubbed over his chin with a long-clawed thumb, unable to figure out a solution.

"We can't just show Timmy the evidence, he is too stubborn, he wont believe it...I'm out of idea, guys, lets just pray that if there is a God out there that he does not let Tim's heart get ripped to shreds again, because he can't take much more.

Meanwhile, things were pretty joyous on the other side of town.

"Happy birthday, babe!"

Nate leaned in and held Malcolm's cheeks as he gave him a quick kiss on the lips, as his mother was sitting in the room, she just smiled and giggled.

"You two are so adorable! I am so glad my little boy found such a handsome young man to take care of him."

Malcolm blushed a little an bit his lower lip, it was so embarrassing, but he didn't want to admit that, Nate just smiled at her.

"Thanks, Ms. Keeney, I'm glad I came across such a nice guy, funny how things just end up working out like that."

Nate sliced into Malcolm's birthday cake, first serving his boyfriend's mother, then Malcolm, then the other male Dalmatian in the room, Rob.

"So I finally get to meet Rob, your brother was right, you are pretty big for being three, well, now four years younger than him."

Rob just idly poked the cake, it was kind of uncomfortable for him to be around his brother's boyfriend, not used to being around things like this, and quite intimidated by the Doberman.

"Uh...yeah, I like to play sports...and stuff...this cake is good..."

Malcolm just rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Rob, you really can talk some more, Nate is not going to bite you."

Rob just sneered and snorted a bit.

"Whatever..."

Darlene just peered over through her thin framed glasses, she was pretty sure Rob was not curious, she already found a good stash of pornography in his room, all female, this son was a breeder all right, he was just shy like his older brother, maybe he was jealous that his brother was able to overcome that shyness and have a real relationship? Looks like her mother-to-son relationship skills would come in hand again some day.

"Malcolm, how are your classes going this semester?"

Malcolm licked the frosting from his lips and smiled.

"Really good, mom. I'm getting in A in every class, well, except art, I'm not as skilled as Nate, but I am having fun in the class."

Darlene tilted her head and smiled.

"You are an artist, Nate? I would love to see some work!"

Malcolm almost choked on his cake, his eyes bulging out, all of Nate's art was pornographic and adult rated, he would hope he would say no.

"Sure! Let my get my sketchbook."

Malcolm froze, his cheeks slowly turning red as he watched his boyfriend go get a sketchbook and hand it over to Darlene.

"Umm...uhh..mom, you should...uhh...uhh!!!"

Malcolm was starting to shiver as he watched his mom open the sketchbook and take a look inside, her eyes opening wide and letting out a very loud, shocked gasp.

"Oh my GOD!!! What is this supposed to be?"

Nate smiled and pointed into the book.

"It's a skyline of New Royk City, I found a postcard of it and wanted to re-create it."

Darlene tilted her head and smiled.

"Ooh! I am so terrible with geography, but it is quite brilliant! You have some talent, young man! Impressive!"

Nate beamed a perfect smile and took the book back to the room and sat next to Malcolm on the sofa, the rest of them enjoying more cake.

Eventually, it came time for a nice gift.

"This is from grandma and grandpa."

Malcolm took the simple envelope and opened it, taking the card out and opening it to find a crisp one-hundred dollar bill inside.

"That's so nice of granny and gramps! I will have to give them a call tonight and thank them."

Rob smirked, a perfect time to come up with a smart comment.

"Don't buy a dildo with it!"

Nate and Malcolm both looked at him, knowing he already had one, and Nate was better than any dildo."

"Uhh...I have Nate, I don't a dildo...you want my old one?"

Rob felt as if a truck hit him, slamming back into the chair, just feeling creeped out and wanting to die, Darlene just sighed at her youngest son's stupidity.

"Anyway...here is my gift, honey."

Malcolm looked over the small gift and opened it, smiling wide and his little tail wagging as he leaned forward, his ears perking.

"No way! An iPod Touch? I've been wanting one of these for so long! This is so great! Thanks mom!"

He could not stay seated as he jumped off of the sofa and ran over to give his mother a hug and whisper how much he loved her into her ear.

"You're welcome, babe, it was actually Rob's idea, he helped pay for it too."

Malcolm turned to his brother, Rob crossed his arms and turned his head.

"It's not that big of a deal..."

Malcolm smiled and chuckled.

"Thank, little brother, you always find a way to redeem yourself."

Rob pursed his lips and smiled just a little bit. Nate smiled at the whole spectacle and got his gift out next.

"I got you something too, babe, how could I not? Heh."

Malcolm felt a little nervous, he was not sure what Nate would get him, what could it possibly be? He hoped it was not something sexual to cause even more tension for his dimwitted little brother.

Nate reached down between the sofa and end table and pulled out a thin package, wrapped in brilliant blue wrapping paper and a simple tag on it with the Dalmatian's name on it. Malcolm tilted his head as he accepted his gift, giving it a little shake in curiosity.

"What is it?"

Nate just snorted and gave a hearty chuckle.

"Open it, silly!"

Malcolm shook his head and smiled as he carefully tore the paper away, not wanting to harm what was inside. When the paper was gone and he could see what he had, he gasped in shock, just gazing into the object he was holding, speechless.

"Nate...did you...do this?"

The Doberman smiled and confidently nodded.

"Took me a long time, lots of penciling and work, but worth every second."

Malcolm was looking into an image of himself, but he had never been in that pose...he was reclining on a luxurious looking sofa, his lithe body draped over its blush surface, nothing but his fur shown as he was tastefully nude. It looked so life-like an real, but all in black and white, not that it mattered since those where is colors anyway, but it was all pencil, and just...beautiful.

"Oh Nate...it's...just so...I don't know what to say! Well, yes, I do, thank you! This...truly is something that no one else can have..."

Nate reached out and caressed his cheek.

"It's just as unique as you, cutie."

Malcolm turned to him, his eyes aglow and his heart beating with passion.

"Thank you Nathan...I love it...and I love you, too."

Nate smiled and leaned in to give him a small kiss, Rob turned his head and winced, Darlene just batted her lashes, it was such a sweet moment! No man was able to sweet her off of her foot paws like that.

Malcolm looked back to his mom and chuckled.

"Sorry, mom, but I this is a little personal, don't worry, it's amazing."

She nodded and smiled so very wide.

"I understand, and thank you, Nate, for being such a good young man for my little boy."

Nate looked over to her and smiled right back.

"And thank you for approving of my dating your son, Ma'am."

Darlene just smiled at him, she was so glad to see her son matched up with such a gentleman, she wondered that if her daughter was still alive, if she would have found someone as charming as the young man she was talking to....But that was all in the past, nothing could bring her back and she knew that she only wanted to see her sons happiness, that was the most important thing, despite her husband's differences which eventually led to their divorce, his son being a homosexual was crossing the line, and when she defended her son, he saw her as betraying him...ending all they had worked on.

But now...things were really starting to turn around and become a little brighter, and she hoped it would stay that way for years to come.

*******

April was dwindling away, the grass was now a vibrant green, signaling that no amount of snow could kill it off, the trees getting thick buds and their leaves starting to open wide and embrace the kiss of the Sun, the world was alive once again, Winter was a memory.

Marcos tapped his pencil on the notebook he was staring in, only three people had applied to try out to become the new bassist for Spiteful Redemption, the auditions were to be held at the hyena's house, the drummer Travis and guitarist Gavin seated at the sofa, a large area cleared out in front of the big window that opened to show a view of the small front yard.

Gavin scratched under his arm and sighed.

"...Those first two sucked...when is this last guy coming? This seriously sucks."

Marcos leaned forward to sneer at him.

"I think the first guy was decent, but yeah, the second guy was just not talented enough...Just relax, they will be here soon."

Travis let out a stretch, but then his ears perked and he looked to the door.

"I heard a car door, I think he is here."

Marcos looked to the door and stood up, padding over and peering through the window and smiling, then turning to the rest of the group and giving them a thumbs up.

"Good ears, Trav, she is here."

Gavin leaned forward, his face in a puzzled grimace.

"Did you say...she? The last dude is a chick?"

Before Marcos could answer, he opened the door wide and greeted the mystery bassist, stepping back to let her in, Travis and Gavin's eyes fixed intently on who they were about to meet.

Their jaws almost hit the floor when they saw the stout gal enter the doorway, she just smiled at them.

"Sup, boys?"

Standing before in the doorway was a female Red Panda, she was a little over five feet tall and had an average build do her, but what really offset her from her reddish brown fur was her head fur, dyed jet black with hot pink highlights, her large ears pierced many times with different colors and types of earrings and a labret below her lower lip. She was dressed in a black tank top with a big red lipstick kiss mark over the front, black leather pants hugging her hips firmly and her forearms clad in long, fingerless pink and black striped gloves, her dainty foot paws covered with black and white Converse sneakers.

Marcos showed her to the center of the room and to where she could plug in her bass, she took the instrument off the case the had around her back and began to set up as Marcos took his seat.

"Guys, this is Rachel Modica, she was actually the first to sign up for the audition, but I had her go last today."

Rachel turned to the sofa and smirked.

"Saving the best for last? That's so charming, fellas."

Travis smiled as he leaned back, waiting for her to get ready.

"I like her already. So, how long you been playing the bass?"

The red panda plugged in her instrument and gave it a pluck to hear if it was nice and loud, the note echoing through the room and sinking deep into the bodies of the couch-dwellers.

"Well, about six years, used to play in an all girl band, but, heh, women are bitches."

The trio could not help but chuckle, all too true sometimes. Rachel got into position, her fingers gliding across the surface of her hot pink and black flame bass, the strings poised and ready to play, she took a deep breath, remembering in her mind the notes of the song she was about to play to try to impress them.

And then she began, the amp was turned to a point in which it was so loud the notes vibrated into the trio's chest, every object in the house rattled from the deep, booming notes that the gal strummed with her instrument, the way they notes melted together in a deep, potent symphony was absolutely flawless, her fingers never missing a beat as they flew across the stings.

Marcos was leaning in close, a smile on his muzzle, Travis's arms crossed and nodding contently, and Gavin showing his white fangs in satisfaction. She was good, a lot better than the two previous players that tried out for the position, as far as Marcos was concerned, she was perfect, hell, they way her fingers moved and how well she was playing with only just entering the house a few minutes ago, she was better than Lester.

As Rachel came to her last note, it echoed off the walls and back into the chests of the three guys, leaving them hallow because they wanted to hear more. Marcos stood from his sofa, padded over to Rachel, and shook her paw.

"So far so good, I think you got the position."

She nodded and gave Marcos a smug smirk.

"Well, I didn't think I was just going to walk away without getting the part, I didn't come here to play patty-cake or ass-grab."

Travis let out a guffaw, slapping his knee at the comment.

"She gets my vote! You're in, missy."

She glared at the wolf and shook a finger at him.

"You can call me whatever you want, but do NOT call me princess, I will cut your balls off, microwave them, and then force them down your throat."

Gavin let out a whistle and patted Travis's crotch, making him squirm and slap the dragon's hand.

"I like that spice, I think you got it made, sister."

It was as if she knew they were going to let her into the band, it did not matter if she was filling a guys shoes, she had the talent, the personality, and the looks to make the bad even more unique and possible a lot better than with Lester.

"Well, Rachel, all we need now is for you to start coming to meet us at the college at our practice times, and well, get more into the social groove, as I described them to you, Travis is the drummer and Gavin is our guitarist, and our only rule is no drugs, I don't wanna put up with that shit."

Rachel set down her bass and leaned it against her side, looking over her new band and nodding.

"A lot nicer than my last bad...God damn, our drummer was the biggest bitch I have ever met, she was the reason we split up last year, some shit about money and recognition...I don't care! As long as I get to get up on that stage and play, I don't give a shit how much I get paid, these fingers are my life and intend on using them."

Travis snickered a bit, taking her words not too seriously as perverted imagines came into his mind. Gavin wanted to know more.

"So are you single?"

She scoffed and let out a good laugh.

"Oh, don't even go there, just ended a relationship with a douche bag and don't feel like another one yet."

Gavin blinked and tilted his head.

"Wait...you don't want another relationship or a douche bag?"

Everyone let out a good laugh, already, Rachel seemed like a perfect fit, like a missing piece to the puzzle. They conversed for little while longer, just the basic get-to-know chit chat until Rachel shot up from the chair she had claimed.

"Oh crap! My little brother is in the car, I forgot about him!"

She made her way to the door.

"Do you mind if I bring him in? I promise he won't be any trouble."

Marcos nodded to her after setting his soda down.

"Sure, no problem at all."

She turned and ran out of the door, her huge, bushy tail swishing behind her as she made her way outside.

Travis tilted his head.

"Little brother? Is she babysitting? I bet she is going to bring in a five-year-old or something...damn it, I'm not good with kids."

After a moment of fidgeting and fearing having to deal with a toddler, the door was opened again, and there was actually a very large shadow on its way inside...

Rachel had her paw wrapped around the one she was dragging in's wrist, pulling him through the doorway, he almost didn't fit. The three just were dumbfounded when a huge red panda, a good foot taller than Rachel, came through the door.

"Sorry about that, I didn't want him to get bored sitting around in my car, heh, guys, this is my little brother, Russell.

"Little?" Gavin said out loud as he looked upon the large male in the doorway.

Russell was by no means little, his arms and chest were thick with muscle, having the body frame of a football player or perhaps a weightlifter, a tight orange t-shirt clung to his torso and simple tan shorts around his thighs, running shoes at his foot paws. What set him off were his pierced ears, a simple ring on each ear and then a necklace around his neck, a pendant in the form of a crescent moon. He did not make eye contact with them, he did not say a word, his body looked very tense, his pectorals flexed under his shirt as he huffed a bit.

"Russ, you don't need to be so shy...Oh fine, just sit down and we can go in a little bit."

The large red panda made his way over to a chair next to the window, sitting in it and looking out, running a big paw through the orange head fur on his scalp.

Rachel made her way back to the group.

"Sorry about him, he is kind of shy."

The trip was dumbfounded, Marcos leaned in very close to whisper.

"Umm...does he have Down syndrome or Autism or something?"

Rachel just giggled and waved her paws.

"Everyone says that, but no, he is just really shy and kind of a loner, he likes solitude and does not like big groups of people, that would make him really nervous."

Marcos nodded and rubbed his chin, he was not bad looking, and he clearly must work out a lot with how muscular he is, maybe he does that to make people afraid of him so that the don't approach him. Well, whatever the reason, he figured best to not try to talk to him at all, best to not make him even more uncomfortable than he already is.

*******

"Pencils down, everyone."

Wes let out a deep, heavy sigh, looking down at the math test he had just completed, barely. Math was never his best subject, and these college level mathematics classes were really taking a toll on his brain. Blake tried his best to help him with it, spending plenty of time tutoring him over and over, but the big guy still could not grasp it.

Darren nudged him from his right, giving him a thumbs up. He knew the Beauceron cheated at tests, but he had never been caught. Wes tried to tell him how bad of an idea it was, and he was just waiting for the one time he would get caught and end up feeling the wrath of an angry teacher. Darren could cheat all he wanted, Wes was not dumb enough to do something like that.

Across the room, Wes noticed that Byron, even when sober, never did well at his tests, rarely turned in homework, and spent more time sleeping in class than anything else. Though he heard nothing but bad things about him, Wes never saw him act out against any other students, mostly just teachers and other managerial staff. Now, the big guy always believed that one should never judge a book by its cover, maybe this guy was just lost somehow and all he needed was a friend. Wes knew a few guys like that years back living in Winrey, they all turned out to be misunderstood when one really got to know them.

Wes gave a little smile as the mathematics professor dismissed the class, he knew that today he was going to try to crack that hard shell that most people saw at first glance. Confidently, the large canine walked up behind the staggering tiger and stood beside him, standing only a couple inches taller.

"Hey Byron, I could'nt help but notice yuh were strugglin' in class back there."

The tiger just glanced over at Wes and away again, not wanting to pay much attention.

"I just don't care about that shit."

Wes sighed inside, what a callous answer that was.

"Well, yuh wanna graduate and get outta here, right? Yuh'r here for a reason, everyone here is."

Byron just sneered and started to move away from Wes.

"You sound like my old man, I already get enough of that so I don't need to hear anymore."

Shoot, this was not turning out as planned.

"Does yur pop force you to go here or somethin'? Yuh should be able tuh choose what you wanna do."

Byron just glanced at him once more, just wanting to go to his next class and sleep.

"Yeah, he forces me to go to this fuckin' place because he is in charge around here and I can waste as many years here as I would like trying to do the same fuckin' classes over and over again."

Wes understood a bit more, that made sense since Byron's dad was the dean that he could keep him here in college since the tiger clearly lived with his parents and was practically at their mercy.

"Don'tcha jus' wanna break away from it all? Finish it and move on with yur life?"

Byron closed his eyes and growled, his headache was getting worse.

"What life? I don't have one of those and I would be damn lucky to find one."

With that, the hulking tiger staggered off and disappeared into another classroom, leaving Wes in the hallway with his head slightly hanging down. The last words his said...it sounded like no one cared about what he wanted but only what was expected of him. Wes knew he could not just pass this up, he had to try to get to know him better.

Wes knew that his next, and last class of the day was in the big building where all the automotive trainings and lessons were taught. He loved his automotive class, for some reason, he could easily grasp how the components of a car worked together, but algebra, that was a whole different story. As he strode across the breezy, shaded walkways he saw a fluffy poof of caramel fluff bounding towards him, only to greet it with open arms.

"WES!" Screamed little Carla as she did her best to climb him like a jungle gym, cling to him with a hug that not even the jaws of life could separate.

"Well howdy 'lil gal. Where you headed today?"

Carla dropped off from him and put her paws behind her back, looking up at him with big, attentive eyes.

"I am going to chemistry with Blakey! Do you want me tell him a message?"

Wes smiled as he wondered how far she would go to deliver the message he was thinking...nah, it would not sound right coming from her.

"Just give 'im a big ol' hug for me. Yuh two have lots'o fun and don't think too hard!"

Carla giggled and nodded.

"Sure thing! See you soon!"

He just smiled as she quickly bounced off to the building he just exited and continued on his way. He wondered if that girl was ever going to find a good man...He was just waiting for the day she was going to introduce her new man to himself and Blake, also hoping that this guy did not have homicidal tendencies.

Wes arrived at the changing room of the garage that was part of the huge automotive/mechanical engineering building, also called the ME building. The changing room was no gym locker room by any means, just a few lockers to store clothes and tools and books and other things people would need to do their classes that took place here. Wes's attire was just a pair of overalls and old t-shirt, since he did not want to get a nice shirt covered in oil stains.

Mr. Tucker was in charge of the automotive department, the black bear knew cars inside and out, he could dismantle one and put it back together and have it run perfectly.

"Alright everyone! Gather around now."

He whistled loudly and the dozen or so students came over to him, listening for their instructions for the day.

"As you know the year is winding down. Today we will be going over the last project of the year. Now, since you are all on the first step this year, I will put you in four groups of three. Each group is going to be given a problem with a pretty basic problem, and its up to you to pull your weight and get it fixed and running by the time the year is over. Now, I want full documentation of how you found the problem, what you are going to do to solve it, and how you fixed it. No documentation gets a zero!"

Wes was excited, he wondered what kind of car he would get to work on, and who he would have to work with.

"Alright, starting with group one, who I determined will be Wesley, Eli, and Josie."

Wes looked over at his two partners for the final project. Eli was a weasel, a bit scatterbrained but good at detecting the source of any problem. Josie was the only female in this semesters class, but the tabby cat was not afraid to get her paws dirty to get any cars engine purring again.

"Group one will be repairing Betsy, the good old '92 Ford Tempo, what a beauty she is."

Wes grumbled, what a boring car, not to mention so small he could barely fit inside of the damn thing...he could probably lift the front end and not need a jack.

Halfway through the class, Josie approached Wes.

"Hey big guy! Good thing I get to work with you. I may know what I am doing, but I don't got the muscles to lift some of those heavy parts. I think we can tackle this and get it done weeks before the final day."

Wes smiled wide and nodded to her before wiping some sweat from his brow.

"Yuh know it, Josie. Mr. Tucker's gonna be real impressed with us. Not sure 'bout Eli, he seems like he could lose his patience and end up makin' a little problem bigger."

She giggled and leaned against a work bench.

"I ain't worried about him, we can keep him in line."

Mr. Tucker walked over, holding a couple spark plugs.

"Here's those plugs you needed, Wesley. Good job with pointing that out so fast, I think you are really going to do good next year. And you too, Josie, never seen someone change a muffler so quickly."

The two students felt pretty good about themselves as they just beamed.

"Thanks Mr. Tucker! Well, we could not have had the opportunity without you."

The bear chuckled and patted Josie on the shoulder and moved on to the next student. Wes was having a lot of fun, it was those hard classes like math that made him not enjoy the whole college experience so much...but thankfully there was an amazing guy waiting for him back at home to help him with anything he needed.

******

"Hey guys! I am glad you could make it!"

Gabriel flashed a brilliant smile to Drew and Bill as they walked inside of the house, it was Sunday and there was after-service get-together party at Gabe's house. Bill held onto a big crock-pot of piping hot cocktail weenies, marinated in his own special sauce.

"I brought the weenies! I am sure everyone is going to gobble them up."

Gabriel's bright smile vanished as he closed his lips in a confused expression.

"Oh! Thats...wonderful. Thank you for bringing a dish, please bring it in and set it on the table."

Drew looked around inside, there were about twenty or so people, most of them were from the church as he saw familiar faces. Bill plopped his weenies onto the table with the other food, noticing some tasty looking cookies and grabbed one, just to take a bite and then spit it into a nearby napkin.

"Snickerdoodle! Ugh!"

Brenda giggled as she came up to the table and saw the half-eaten cookie in his hand.

"Oh hello Bill! Did you like the cookies I baked?"

Bill's eyes widened as he smiled and forced the rest into his mouth, chewing with tears almost forming his eyes.

"Oh Brenda...it is magnificent."

She smiled at him and plucked out a couple of weenies and waked away long enough for him to spit it out and dispose of it.

Klayton started up the stereo, choosing some Skillet to play for all to enjoy some Christian Rock.

Gabe walked up behind Klay and hugged him from behind.

"You remembered that Comatose is my favorite album, didn't you?"

The dingo smiled and held his paws.

"I know everything about you, my angel."

The roo blushed being called that in public and gave him a simple kiss on the cheek.

"You know just how to make me blush."

The party was very calm for having to many teens over. Lots of gospel talk and idle chatting about the Lord, however, all of it was making Bill feel uncomfortable since he never grey up around this much faith.

"Dreeeeeew..."

The bull said with a monotonic moo as he tugged on the stout hyenas tail, making him snap back quickly.

"...Yes Billy?"

Bill smiled cutely and looked from side to side.

"I got you some of my weeeeeenies."

Bill handed him a plate of cocktail sausages and other things, making the hyena sigh happily and take it.

"Thanks, Billy. You are so sweet to me."

Bill giggled happily and felt as light a cloud as he floated to the kitchen, noticing the emaciated looking coyote Xavier talking to someone behind the closed door. He was chatting with an opossum...reddish hair and sunglasses on his forehead. He seemed really cute! Bill took a soda from the fridge to give to his boyfriend, not thinking anything of the two.

The party went on perfectly until it was time for the big prayer ring in the center of the living room, all joining hands, paws, and flippers, including this opossum as he held Xavier's shaky paw.

"...Amen. I just want to thank you all for joining us today for the get-together. And I also want to introduce our newest member to the church! Everyone please welcome Martin into our little group and treat him with the same respect we give everyone else."

The opossum smiled as his eyes scanned the room, stopping on Drew and Bill for a moment before moving on.

"Thank you everyone, you made me feel very welcome."

Drew had a strange feeling about this guy...his eyes seemed too shifty as if he was scanning everything. Then again, he could have just been nervous.

One by one, the guests left the house and it was slowly emptied down to just the original inhabitants.

"Drew, Bill, I cant thank you enough for coming. Have a good evening, God bless, and thanks for bringing the food!"

They smiled and thanked the host and made the way to their car, Bill looking at his crock-pot.

"My goodness! It's like they licked the thing clean...its spotless!"

Drew just snickered.

"Brenda cleaned it, I saw her washing it in the kitchen.

Bill stared back at the container before setting it in the backseat.

"Oooh that explains it! I hope they like my sauce!"

As they got back inside, Drew saw Martin walking down the street.

"Hey Bill, look, its that Martin guy."

Bill brushed his blonde locks away and took a gander at the opossum.

"Oh yeah! I think he and Xavi have something going on, I saw them talking in private on the porch. Ooooh! Some one is getting some action!"

Drew just rolled his eyes, but as he pulled away, he saw Martin get into an older Camaro.

"Wow...his parents must have some money..."

Martin confidently took off his shades and tossed them onto the driver's seat, pulling out his cell phone as he started the engine and drove off to his all well-to-known destination.

"Hey boss...I got some good dirt dug up for you. You are going to love what you will find out..."

Bill let out a shallow sigh as he rinsed out his dirty crock-pot in the sink of the kitchen they were still getting used to. As he ran a sponge over the stuck on goop, he recalled the party in his mind. Those people...he just felt like he did not belong around them. Bill was not used to being around people of faith, and he knew that Drew used to be a pastors son...he was hoping that he would just abandon the faith as well so they could move on with their lives. Bill liked being around Marcos and the other band members, they were a lot of fun and always entertaining. This group of gay Christians was just like any other group of church-going people, he felt like he had to watch his words and not get wild and have fun.

Drew entered the kitchen, his nice button down shirt taken off to show off his thick arms and powerful torso. He smiled and slowly approached the bull and wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on the others back.

"Hey baby, are you alright? You seemed pretty nervous at the gathering today."

Bill pursed his lips as he finished cleaning his dishes and turned the water off. The feeling of Drew's muscular arms around him...and the hint of his scent was calming but this was something he just was not comfortable talking about.

"Oh Drew! I was just a bit shy, I'm still growing onto these people, you know? Getting to know them all!"

Drew squeezes his arms tighter and pulled the bull away from the sink.

"Aww, my shy bull. Don't worry, you're gonna get used to them in no time."

Bill wished that was true, but this was just not his crowd and he did not want to get used to them. Bill grabbed a towel before being pulled away by the hyena and dried his hands off.

"Drew I...need to ask you something."

Drew's rounded ears perked as he let go of Bill and allowed him to sit down at the kitchen table, sitting next to him and paying close attention.

"You can ask me anything, because I know I got an answer."

Bill brushed his blonde bangs from his eyes and looked into Drew's.

"...Do you have fun going to church?"

Drew chuckled slightly and smiled.

"Well, going to church is not really supposed to be fun. It's just visiting God's house to say hello once a week and worship. It's also nice to see friends there and help people out."

Bill grumbled to himself as he ran his thick fingers through his blonde head fur.

"But what if...I don't believe in God?"

Drew froze for a moment, starting to understand these questions he was being asked.

"Billy, are you saying you don't believe in God or anything about religion?"

Bill gulped deeply, feeling like what he was about to say was going to start to break down their relationship. He shook his head slightly.

"I just don't...I stopped thinking about God or anything after my mom...died..."

Drew's ears slowly drooped as he looked down at the table, seeing Bill hold his own hands together to himself. Slowly, he reached across the table and grasped Bill's, making the bull look back up to him and meet his eyes.

"I understand what you mean...but...think about it this way...what if your mom was still alive? Would you be here right now if your family stayed happy and secure and living in Chacigo still? We would never know each other and be here together..."

Bill gasped slightly, Drew was right about that all...but still. The pain was still there.

"But he didn't have to take her away like that...Even if he is real and watching over us all and...weaving our lives into what they are today. I don't think I should worship him...as I see it...he is just the guy in the sky holding a magnifying glass and looking at us like a curious scientist. Why should I thank him for looking at me and everything I do?"

Drew closed his eyes and nodded.

"You don't have to. Religion and believing in God is all up to you and if you don't want to do it. I am not going to force you to, Billy. I...grew up around it and I still believe, afterall..."

Drew stood from the table and looked down at his closed paw.

"...I saw him kill my father after he challenged the Lord. That is why I know he is there."

Bill's got as wide as dinner plates as the memories flooded his mind again. When Pastor Lewis had his heart attack right then and there...the last words he said...Could that really just be a coincidence. Bill quickly stood from the table and embraced his shorter boyfriend.

"Oh God Drewby I'm being such a ninny! I keep thinking about myself and not about you..."

Drew just wrapped his arms around the other and patted his back.

"It's alright, Bill. We grew up two completely different ways. Thinking things like this is kinda expected, you know? I mean...think about how that asshole Victor grew up! Wouldn't that be a story to hear?"

Bill wiped his near-teary eye as he smiled and nodded.

"I couldn't even imagine, Drewby. And...well, I will still go to church with you. But you need to come to one of my friend's crazy parties sometime!"

Drew shook his head with a confused expression.

"...You never invited me, silly. I would have gone, you know. Wait...come to think of it...have your friends ever thrown one?"

Bill's jaw dropped as he tried to recall the last year.

"Ummm...Oh! I guess not..."

Bill felt like complete fool now...how was he every going to recover from this showmanship of ridiculousness. Drew, however, just started snickering.

"Just make sure there is a party and I will go, alright? I enjoy a good, fun time. Especially when there are a whole bunch of hot guys like me around, right?"

Bill sighed happily leaned against Drew, the stout hyena able to hold him up even though they had quite a size difference.

"Absolutely, my love...Abso-fricken-lutely."

******

"Ooooh Timmy..."

The bear's rounded ears perked as he lifted his head up from the open refrigerator, looking for the source of the sound.

"Justin? Was that you? I thought you were asleep."

The extra-large malamute just smirked, his hat the only thing he was wearing, a smile included as he leaned against the doorway in the kitchen.

"I'm horny, big bear."

Tim looked down between the dog's legs, his sheath's contents fully expelled and dangling down between his muscular thighs, just begging for attention.

"But...we just had sex in bed an hour ago..."

Justin's chest rumbled as he approached the bear, padding into the linoleum floor of the kitchen, his cock swaying left and right with each landing of his foot paw.

"I know...I thought you would have figured out by know I am a horny dog...and I need you to get on your knees and suck my cock...right now..."

Could Tim really resist an offer like that? Justin sure was more than most could handle, the dog needed sex almost every hour it seemed and it was painfully obvious that he thought with the head that was concealed by his pants. Tim shut the fridge door, even though his stomach was hungry for some breakfast, he figured a big, thick sausage would be a filling treat, especially when it is filled with special gravy. He slowly made his way over, the muscular malamute was just looking at him with a big, hungry grin, waiting to be touched and have his endless sex drive sated until the next time it would arise.

Tim stopped in front of Justin and looked him over...damn...he was just so huge, no, that was an understatement, more like gargantuan. The bear's large paw reached out and slowly wrapped around the tapered tip of the massive schlong and squeezed tightly, making the dog growl in agreement, a large glob of precum oozing out onto Tim's paw.

"Go on, Timmy...wrap your lips around it...I know you want it...you want it so fucking bad, don't you..."

Tim blinked once and slowly kneeled before Justin, leaning in he could smell the pre hitting his big nose and traveling down his nostrils, the scent making his salivary glands kick into action as if he got a whiff some tantalizing breakfast. Wordlessly, his long tongue came out to lap at the cock head, his cheeks turning red just from the taste alone as the dog growled louder and placed his paws upon Tim's broad shoulders.

"Stop teasing me, big bear...Get that fuckin' cock in your muzzle..."

Tim opened his thick lips only to have that massive cock slammed into his muzzle, making him gag in reaction but he did not pull back, he just kept his throat open as best he could and took it, feeling the dog's claws dig into his shoulders and the powerful his thrust into his muzzle, large testicles slapping his chin while the throbbing shaft was pushed past his lips, loud slapping sounds echoing around the walls of the kitchen.

"Oh you love my cock, don't you, Timmy? Fuck yeah you do...suck that dick..."

Tim clenched his eyes tightly and pursed his lips, starting to suck on the long length of the Malamute, taking in as much cock as he could without choking in it, his kneed and body starting to shake now as his face was steadily fucked by the larger dog. As Tim listened to the growls and slapping of furry balls against his face, something in the back of his mind just made this all feel wrong...for as long as they had been dating the main thing they had done was have sex, every single day. Justin was so very sexual...Tim didn't want to believe that was all their relationship was about...but he recalled how long it had been since their last date...How Justin did not want to hold his hand in public...How Justin often did not sleep in Tim's bed unless he knew he was going to get some sex.

Justin looked down and realized how boring Tim was, he reached behind himself, holding the bear's shoulder with one paw and finding his muscular ass, spreading himself a bit and roughly shoving an index finger into his tight ring. He let out a shaky moan, his hips bucking erratically, his curly tail bobbing behind him.

"Fuck! FUCK! Open wide, I'm going to feed your face, big bear...Oooh eat my fuckin' load!"

Tim gulped down the last bit of precum, his round ears pinning to his head as he heard Justin howl and moan in ecstasy, the next thing being a hot rush of dog cum flooding down his throat and into his esophagus...Justin was so damn potent, he had plenty of cum to go around and Tim found it hard to take it all as he pulled back quickly, coughing and a few last spurts of cum hitting him on the face, long white streaks covering his brown muzzle.

Justin looked down at him and chuckled, slapping his cock against Tim's muzzle and pulling his own finger from his ass.

"That was fun, wasn't it? Heh, not everyone can take a good load from me, don't be disappointed big bear. I will have some more for you later."

Tim gulped deeply, getting the semen out of his mouth and gulped back as he looked at the floor and into the tiles of the floor...his own cock was not even hard even after giving oral sex to someone as sexy, well hung, and potent as the Malamute he just blew off. His wordless lips just panted softly as he sat in thought. Was this really how an ideal relationship should be?

Justin sat over at the table, not caring of his wet cock dribbled some cum into the chair as he leaned back and stretched.

"Mmm, gonna make some breakfast now? God damn it I am hungry."

Tim slowly stood and went back to the fridge, his head hanging down low as he reached for the eggs.

"Yeah...I hope you like eggs."

Tim thought about something else...Leo...The only person who could probably understand and be able to talk with him about anything and not just want to fuck him constantly. He wished that the big bull was there right now, unfortunately, summer was still a good month away, not to mention finals would be coming up in a couple weeks. He just hoped he could be able to focus this time around and not let Justin ruin study nights with his raging hormones.

*******

"Hey! Open the door already! It's hot in the hallway!"

Carla banged on the door once more, wishing her friends would be a little quicker. As the apartment door finally cracked open, she wasted no time in pushing it open, only to hear a yelp and the sound of something falling to the ground. Letting the door swing open the rest of the way, she looked down to see Blake laying on the floor with a basket of laundry knocked over beside him. She rushed in and immediately started to shake his shoulders.

"Blakey! Oh my GOD! I am so sorry! I should have been more patient! This is all my fault! Let me help you!"

She jumped off of him and started to put the clothes back into the basket as the Shepherd sat back up and re-adjusted his glasses, only letting out a sigh a chuckle watching his friend try to fold the clothes all over again.

"Just don't worry about it, princess, those are dirty anyway."

She instantly froze and realized she was holding a pair of Wes's red boxer briefs, throwing them down and shaking her paws as if she had just stuck them into raw meat or something not to fun to be touching.

"Eww eww eww!!! Well no wonder they smell dirty. Doing some laundry? You should do mine too, I have soooo many clothes!"

She giggled and plopped herself onto the sofa in the living room, tilting her head just to look cute and innocent. Blake smiled as he set the basket down and just looked at her, paws on his waist.

"Well, are you ready for finals next week? I can't believe how fast things have gone...soon the first year of college is going to be over...seems like it went by so fast and nothing got done."

She began to kick her legs as they just barely touched the floor, swaying her poofy hair from side to side.

"I know! It is so crazy. I am not worried about finals at all, I know I will do fine. The only thing I am worried about is summer vacation, my mom wants to take the family to Selegna Sol and see all the movie stars and singers and glitz and glam and that stuff. My dad wants to go to Segav Sal and see the casinos and shows and Elvis impersonators.

Blake crossed his arms and shook his head.

"Segav is not a good idea...I mean...you and your brother won't even be able to go into the casinos or anything. That will be boring. He should plan that for you when you turn twenty-one."

Carla nodded and giggled.

"Well that's why we are probably going to go Selegna, I think it will be great! I promise I will snap lots of pictures, I might see Lady Gaga! I want to push her in front of a bus!"

Blake tilted his head a bit puzzled.

"You really don't like her, don't you?"

Carla let out a girly growl and slammer her fists onto the sofa.

"No! She is retarded and a whore and she dresses in the most stupid things I have ever seen!"

Blake looked over Carla, she was wearing stockings and a frilly black skirt in summer, he knew not to say what he wanted to or else she would probably get a little miffed. Time to change the subject!

"Well, I still don't know what Wes has in mind for our vacation. I think we are going to head back home to Juniper Hills and just relax the entire time, let our worn out minds gets some rest, you know?"

Carla frowned and sighed sadly.

"That's it? No fun vacation ideas or something really super awesome cool to do? How disappointing!"

The next thing that caught her attention was the lack of Wes, which made her swing her head around and look through the room, Blake knew who she was looking for and smiled.

"He is at wresting practice right now, but he should be coming home any moment. He has met some really nice guys on the team, and some real assholes too. They know better than to mess with him, though."

Carla nodded and leaned back into the sofa, if only she had known some of the things that happen on it she might want to choose another spot to sit.

"Well most of the guys on that team are dumb meatheads anyway, no offence to Wes or any of the good guys that wrestle. The football team is like that too, wait, what the Hell am I saying? Every sport team is like that!"

Blake closed his eyes and shook his head. Most of the guys that were on those teams were extremely attractive in his own eyes, but certainly not in Carla's. Blake was so glad to have one of the biggest guys out there.

"It may be true but you just might need to get to know some of the guys on the teams, I am sure not all of them are stupid and ignorant. They could turn out to be big and gently like my guy."

Blake smiled softly and hugged himself as Carla just giggled and watched him do so. Suddenly, the moment was disrupted by the sound of the front door's knob being turned and the lock being undone as it swung open, and sure enough, in walked Wes, dressed in nothing but a white tank top and jean shorts and smelling quite nice after just coming back from practice, Blake instantly jumped into his arms and hugged him, making Carla giggle at the adorable sight.

"Well look who is here! Now both of my favorite guys are finally home."

Wes chuckled and set Blake back down onto his footpaws, also tossing his duffel bag to the floor and letting out a sigh.

"Whew, hot one today ain't it? Whtacha doin' here, Carla? Study time tuhday?"

She nodded and pointed to Blake.

"I am going to help him out with some math. I can help you too if you want to!"

Wes chuckled and leaned in to kiss Blake right between the ears, making him blush because he did it in front of Carla for her to see it, knowing how she it makes him when he shows affection when she is around.

"Well, if yuh wanna help me with muh dumb math, I s'pose yuh could."

Blake leaned in to Wes, making him bend down a bit since he was still a foot taller than the Shepherd.

"You smell nice, babe, did you take a shower after practice and see some naked studs?"

Wes smiled and placed a paw on Blake's back and rubbed down to pat him on the butt and make him jump a bit.

"Yuh know it, sugar. Real hot today...I smelled like a damn sweat sock, the wrasslin' mat was soaked. Damn gross, I tell yuh."

Blake cringed a bit imagining a sweaty wrestling mat to have to practice on and shook his head.

"Really gross...Oh! Carla was talking about how she was going to go to Selegna Sol for her vacation with her family and kill Lady Gaga. Which reminds me, are we going to do anything this summer besides hang out back home and do nothing?"

Wes smirked a bit then moved into the room and sat down onto the sofa, making Carla bounce as his weight made her side of the couch jump up a bit.

"Well...muh ma and pa actually had a plan fur the two of us...I s'pose now is a good time tuh tell yuh since Carla is here to learn about it all. The three of us wanna take you down south to Winrey and treat you to a real summer vacation."

Blake's eyes widened as he heard the news. Wow! He had never been so far south, and to Wes's hometown! He started to get excited, so many images already going through his mind as he drowned out Carla's happy cheers. Cowboys...rodeos...ranches...this was going to be awesome! Then he also thought about the heat...the rednecks...the country music...but none of the bad mattered as long as he was with Wes and his parents. This was going to be a real good time, he already knew it would be. He jumped into Wes's lap and wrapped his arms around the Bull Terrier's thick, corded neck and kissed his cheek.

"Giddyup, partner. I am ready for a rootin' tootin' good time down south. This is going to be awesome! Will I get a cowboy hat?"

Wes just chuckled as Carla started to pout, she wished she could go with them too but her family already had something planned. Drat!

"I rekon, sugar. We're gonna make sure yuh get the whole cowboy look and a taste of real southern comfort. Gonna take you to a rodeo and see the rest of muh family."

Blake paused for a moment, thinking about meeting the rest of Wes's family...were they all going to be big like him? Oh shoot...how was he could to be able to keep his eyes off a huge cousin or two that he might have? No, there was only one Wes for his eyes and he had him, no time to think like that!

"Well I sure can't wait to meet them, babe. I bet they are a lot more interesting than my family, pretty boring when you look back at our history."

Carla kicked her legs and looked over at them.

"I have a crazy ancestry! Lots of Germans...Dutch...and Swedes! My mom looked at our genealogy and said we go back to the Vikings, even."

The two males could not help but get a good laugh at that, because it was definitely believable. Carla just waved a paw at them as she reached into her book bag and pulled out the first of many textbooks.

"Ok, enough chit chat, it's time to study!"

As the trio dove into the books, another study session was going on not too far away from them.

"Oh man I can't wait for this all to be over with..."

Nate sighed loudly as he reclined on the bed that he and Malcolm had been sharing now, clad in nothing but a snug pair of designer underwear, it was far too warm to be dressed, especially since the air conditioning in the complex was still being worked on and would not be ready until next week. Malcolm offered to buy a window unit, but Nate knew that would be a bad investment since all they would have to do is suffer a little while in the May heat. Nate's cropped ears perked with attention upon hearing the door to the room being opened and Malcolm coming in, wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, a smile coming to his muzzle when his eyes caught the impressive body lying on the bed.

"Well you look comfy, Nathan. I can't believe how hot it is getting this year! It normally never gets this hot until June at least...what a freak heat wave."

The lithe Dalmatian set a bottle of water onto his computer desk and took the seat, giving it a spin before stopping and focusing on his well-built Doberman boyfriend. Nate gave him a wink and closed his book and tossed it to the side like last weeks news.

"I never liked the heat, makes me sweat and smell bad, and I hate smelling bad. Gross."

Malcolm giggled and gave the air a sniff.

"Well you smell pretty good right now. Are you going to be alright with finals next week? I am always here to help you out with anything."

Nate smiled wide and rolled onto his back, looking up at Malcolm with a silly upside down grin.

"Well I know something you can help me out with..."

Malcolm watched the dog reach for the extra-large bulge in his underwear and give it a good grasp and a tug, making his mate feel a little red in the cheeks.

"Oh Nathan...only you. Hey! I forgot to tell you. I saw something that kind of caught my attention the other day. You know your stupid brother Phil? I saw him in the library. No! Stop laughing, that's not the funny part. He was sitting next to someone...I know his name is Connor but that's not the only thing, he is gay! You don't think your brother is bi-curious, do you?"

Nate's grin faded as he rolled back onto his front side and crossed his arms, resting his head on them and letting out a deep sigh.

"I have no idea. I really don't care anyway. Phil is a loser and that is that. He does not deserve to be with anyone because he is just going to lose his temper and end up hurting them or even worse."

Malcolm slumped a bit in his seat and gave one of his floppy black ears a scritch.

"He is such an abusive guy...so easy to lose temper and fly off the deep end...What would you do if he came up to you and asked you to forgive him?"

Nate sat there for a good moment, wordless and contemplative. What would he do? Would he be able to forgive someone who had done so many bad things to him or would he be able to forgive his own brother and realize that he does have a mental instability and did not mean to cause the harm he has done.

"I really don't know what I would do...if it happens, well, I guess we will find out."

*******

"Ben! You are early! Oh wow...you look really nice..."

Marcos and Bed had been on a few dates from time to time, both of them were pretty busy with their own agendas and happenings with school so getting to hook up with each other was not something they could do to often. Tonight was just going to be a simple dinner date, Marcos invited Ben over and he had made a nice dinner, well, he tried to. Travis was the only one to know the secret that Marcos had purchased some take out Italian food and dolled it up to look like he had made it himself. It was pretty convincing since he made sure to leave some fake dirty pans in the kitchen.

Travis locked himself in his room that evening, he was pretty sure he knew what was going to happen that evening from what Marcos had in mind.

"Thanks Marcos, I always make sure I look good for someone equally as good looking."

Marcos just laughed and invited the horse inside, Ben really did look good...a nice black button down shirt, brown shorts with a belt and a silver necklace around his thick neck. Not to mention he had a very interesting smell, almost like oatmeal and honey, kind of intoxicating and breakfasty.

"I made a really nice dinner tonight, worked my ass off to get this done, it was not easy but I think it turned out alright, I hope you like lasagna and breadsticks."

Ben's nostrils flared upon entering the kitchen, taking in the good smell and seeing the romantic scene that had been set up. Two candles in the center of the table and two plates on both sides of the circular table, the lights dimmed and making it feel just perfect.

"Wow Marcos...I am so impressed with you. This looks really nice, I think it might be too beautiful to eat."

The hyena just showed Ben to his seat and tried to push him in, realizing the horse weighed a bit more than he had figured he would. Ben just chuckled and pulled himself up to the table, taking a fork and knife and waiting for Marcos to seat himself.

"Thanks, babe. I really think I outdid myself with this one."

Marcos bit his lip as he noticed the plastic bag that said "Angelo's" in big red letters sticking out of the trash can, he was sure Ben would not notice...hopefully. As they continued with dinner and got to talking, the topic of the next show came up.

"So Marcos, your next big show is going to be after class is out, right? Is Rachel ready for it?"

The hyena wiped his lips clean of garlicy tomato sauce and nodded.

"Oh yeah, she knows what she is doing and she is going to probably be a big improvement from Lester, I still am really burned as to what he did."

Ben nodded and sipped his glass of water.

"Yeah, that was pretty bogus. Though I am sure you guys are going to go pretty far, it's really interesting when a rock band has a female member playing in it, always cool. Oh, I have some music written if you wanted to take a look at it later, it has no words to it but I liked how it came out on the keys."

Marcos smiled, he loved it when Ben made new sheet music, he just had the ability to make anything sound good on the piano, not to mention be able to convert guitar and drum sheets into piano sheets. He was just really skilled when it came to tickling the ivory. Many times he had considered adding piano or keyboard to the band and Ben would be the stallion to do that, but first they had to make sure Rachel was right for the bassist position.

The dinner was finished and bellies full of Marcos's...er, Angelo's finest lasagna. The hyena had something special in store tonight, he wanted tonight to be kind of special and not just a normal hang around and watch a movie and talk all night kind of them. He wanted Ben and he wanted to finally have that special moment with him. Ben did not seem like the king of guy that was always after sex, Marcos himself didn't place that very high on his needs scale but it was still something he wanted to do and he hoped that Ben was ready for it tonight as well. Marcos was just curious as to what Ben was packing, after all, he was a horse and everything, and the hyena knew that his rear end was not ready to take something that big so he was prepared to be the giver, not that there was anything wrong in that. The very thought of Ben's large posterior was already making his heart beat a little faster and his sheath tingle between his legs.

"Ben, what was it you were doing this summer? Your family doesn't have any plans right? You already know what I am doing, heh."

They stood from the table and took the dirty dishes to leave them in the sink as that was normally done by Marcos and Travis, dishes could wait for another time to be cleaned. Ben rubbed the back of his neck as they strode into the living room.

"Well, pretty much just work for the family business to make some money. Believe it or not a lot of people have been moving to Addison so we have been getting some good business with people needing new furniture. I plan on getting some good money and a good workout, also get lots more music written since I will be able to focus more on the keys and not on the books."

Marcos crossed his arms and nodded, almost as if he was no listening to what the horse had to say but just rather focusing on his pants and just so curious as to what was inside. They stopped in the living room, Ben was curious as to what they were going to do next but Marcos knew what he wanted to do.

"That sounds pretty good. So, what did you want to do tonight? Last time we hung out we just played around with some music writing and instruments, how about we do something else?"

Ben pondered to himself, his long, brushy tail swishing behind him as he looked around the room and to the television sitting there relatively unused.

"Well we could watch something, maybe a movie? We could ask Travis if we could use his PS3 and maybe play some games. How does that sound?"

Marcos just smiled as he slowly stepped closer to Ben, a little smirk on his hyena lips as he looked up to the equine who stood taller than he did.

"I think I have an idea, Ben...I just hope you will be willing to go along with it."

Ben's eyes got a little bigger as he noticed that Marcos was acting a bit different...there was something slightly flirtatious in his manner and body language. He was about to say something when suddenly Marcos wrapped his arms around Ben's waist and moved his paws low right to the horses rather large rear end and giving it a tight squeeze, making Ben whinny and gasp in response.

"M-Marcos! What are you doing?"

The hyena could not stop smiling, Ben did have such a nice ass, big and round and always offering a good pawful of butt to grab.

"Ben...I think I want to do something with you we have not done...I want to do something fun with you..."

Ben's heart started to race upon hearing Marcos's words and intentions. This was starting to make him a bit excited but he did not know if this was right...they had only been dating a little more than a month, and if you call dating seeing each other once a week that really should not count.

"Marcos...I...are you sure? I mean...I...have been curious myself but I don't know if this is right?"

The horse let out a shallow, shaky sigh, the hyena's paws till firmly grasping his ass and rubbing it softly.

"I am sure, Ben. Let me show you..."

Marcos gave his own lips a quick lick and pushed them against Bens, the big horse almost melting into the kiss and falling on top of the hyena, catching his balance and starting to blush softly under his short black fur. Their lips smacked a few times, gentle grunts coming from the horse's nostrils as Marcos's paws worked the large rear end, massaging and gripping the juicy posterior. After a good few moments of kissing, their lips broke, both gasping and panting just from the kiss, Marcos's excitement a bit more relevant in his pants, yet Ben was not showing as much, maybe still a little nervous.

Marcos took Ben by the hand and tugged on him to snap him back into reality.

"My room, come on."

The horse nodded wordlessly and followed him, almost tripping up the stairs as he did, his heart pounding faster than Travis does on the drums, his tail nervously swishing to and fro. Marcos pushed open his door and pulled Ben inside and slammed it behind him, backing against the door with a very seductive grin while Ben backed up to the bed, sitting down on it and trying to collect himself.

"Marcos, baby, I-I don't know if this is the right t-time..."

The hyena just approached, his paws moving to the hem of his black band t-shirt and lifting it, showing off his trim form and spotted fur, a nice tuft of pubic fur showing right above where the bulge was located in his jeans.

"Ben, I think we should enjoy each other and explore...after all, you do have such a damn gorgeous body."

The horse bit his lower lip and looked down at himself, sure, he had a pretty nice muscle structure going on, thick arms, chest, legs, but there was something about his body he was ashamed of. He held his head low and brought his large hands to his eyes and rubbed them, his cheeks still red. He might as well explore with Marcos...He was such a sweet guy and they shared so many of the same interests and almost thought alike.

"A-alright, Marcos...just...don't be shocked, ok?"

Marcos's eyes instantly came between the legs of Ben, ready to see what was inside, his paws itching to play with a huge horse cock, he was thinking Ben had to be at least two feet long, maybe more.

"Oh Benny boy, I know that whatever you have is going to impressive...Here...I will go first..."

The hyena was pretty proud of what he had, he was sure Ben would enjoy it, not to mention it was really strained in his jeans and needed to be let out. Marcos undid the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down, Ben just watching and neighing softly, his big chest rising and lowering quite tensely. With a drop of the pants, Marcos was standing there in just his black boxers, a large tent protruding forth and a potent musk changing the scent of the room, a black tip poking from the hole in his undergarments and a drop of salty precum slowly beading at the tip. He reached down and slid a paw into his own boxers, gripping himself and stroking his length softly, a low murr coming from his chest, Ben getting a bit more fidgety at the sight.

"Marcos you are...pretty big..."

The hyena just gave a smirk as he let his boxers drop to his knees, showing off his eight-inch jet black cock, rock hard and standing tall above a pair of furry golf ball sized orbs. Though he was not as thick as his cousin, his length was about five around, a very nice girth and just perfect for his own paw to wrap around.

"Thanks, Ben...I bet you want to play with it, don't you? Go ahead, I want you to."

Marcos stepped out of his pants and stopped in front of the bed just in front of Ben, his cock throbbing hard with anticipation and desire to be handled by the horses strong hands. Ben's teeth chattered as one of his shaky hands reached out for the shaft, his fingertips gently brushing against it and feeling just how hot it was, the hyena's musk already entering his flared nostrils and making him blush even redder. The outstretched hand wrapped itself around the cock about the base and made a slow stroke forward, tugging its owner along with it and making a nice drop of pre smear onto his palm.

The horse let out a whinny as he watched his hand stroke front to back over a few times, he now admitted that he wanted a bit more...the lour murrs and gentle moans that escaped Marcos's muzzle just egged him on, making him lean in, his large head getting closer, ears perked up high and alert upon his head. Marcos watched as Ben's wide tongue slowly came out from behind his white teeth and strong lips and slowly gave the tip of his cock a lick, the sensation got a shaky gasp from him, his thighs shaking just from the contact that he had not had in some time. Wordlessly, Ben's lips closes around the dripping cock head and offered a few gentle suckles, Marcos placed his paws onto Ben's strong shoulders and used them to keep himself upright and avoid falling over, the soft sucking made his chest rumble and moans softly flow past his lips like lyrics of a song.

"That's right Ben...suck on my cock...it feels so fucking good...Mmm, baby..."

Ben's eyes shut for a moment as he delighted in the taste of Marcos, his precum was quite potent upon his tongue and very flavorful. Marcos gasped loudly and let out another deep moan as Ben surprised him by instantly taking all inches into his long equine mouth, his entire cock vanishing and being sucked on like a colt on a bottle, the hyena's shaky paws gripping the horses shoulders rightly, claws digging into the shirt that still covered his muscular body.

"Ooooh fuck, Ben...You are going to make me cum if you keep doing that...I want to see what you have, please let me see it."

Ben's eyes snapped back open as he let Marcos's cock out from his lips, looking at its glistening surface as he gulped hard and nodded, worried about this part happening.

"A-alright, Marcos...Just a sec..."

Ben stood from the bed in front of the hyena and undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, slowly allowing his shallow abs and powerful chest to come into view, Marcos's curious paws instantly reached forward and placing upon the horse's large body and touch his muscles.

"Damn Ben, who would have thought moving furniture would be such a good workout routine for you..."

The horse chuckled nervously and undid his belt and the zipper to his pants, ready to drop them.

"I do more than just that, silly...Well...here you go..."

He gulped deeply and with a swift motion, he dropped them. Marcos's eyes quickly dropped them to finally see what the horse was packing but...something seemed not right. Jutting out from Ben's thighs was a cock, alright, but it was nowhere near what Marcos had in mind. Ben was fully erect, the equine shaft completely exposed from his sheath and the flat head, however, he sure did not have the length that most horses do, his shaft being about the same as Marcos's but a bit thicker. Ben's cheeks were deep red with fear and anxiety for rejection.

"I...am sorry I am not as big as you probably imagined I would be..."

Ben sighed, it was so embarrassing that he only grew to nine inches by six, though it was considered big by most, in horse terms, it was small. The average equine length was at least a foot or more, some of the longest recording three feet or more. Ben was considered a pony when it came to horse cock length. Marcos looked down at it, it actually looked nice the way it was. Besides...how was he supposed to take something that may reach at least two feet long? This was perfect, however, the hyena knew that it was still a bit big to take for his untrained hole, he wanted Ben's that big ass just calling him from behind.

"It's fine, Ben. After all, you are still bigger than I am..."

Marcos reached out and caressed the horses throbbing member, making him knicker and snort from the touches upon his black with pink splotched shaft. Ben was a bit relieved, his cheeks getting even redder to see that Marcos did not mind that he was not even average, however, he still did have good sized balls, being the size of about an apple each, precum gently dripping from the large urethra of the flat equine cock head.

"R-really...Oooh...that feels good, Marcos...I'm so embarrassed sometimes...a big horse like me should have a dick to match but I don't..."

The hyena chuckled and rubbed the flat head with a thumb, collecting some of the pre and bringing it to his muzzle to sniff and give it a lick...it was strangely sweet to the taste.

"It's all good, Benny. I wanted to see something else on you still...Show me that big ass you got, babe."

Ben blushed even harder, he knew that he did have a very nice read end, as most horses did tend to have. He took a gulp and slowly spun around, his long tail swishing nervously, his large body bending down, his thick thighs rippling as his as became exposed. Marcos pushed the ebon tail to the side and took a pawful of horses ass, spreading them apart to see that huge black pucker the horse had, what a sight it was. Marcos's cock throbbed harder upon seeing it, pushing Ben forward so that his knees fell upon the bed and putting him on all fours, grunts and snorts coming from his nostrils as he could not see what Marcos was doing back there. The hyena gave his lips a lick, that was the nicest ass he had ever seen in a long time. Ben's chest heaved with anticipation, suddenly feeling a fingertip press into his hole, slowly sinking inside and a loud whinny escape his lips.

"Oh God, Marcos...that does feel good...p-please play some more..."

The hyena did not intend on stopping anyway, his curious finger pressing against the tight muscular ring and sinking inside, feeling how hot it was, his digit easily pushing in to his knuckle, giving a nice little wiggle just to make the horse shudder.

"You have such a nice fuckin' ass, Ben, I think I am going to take it tonight."

Marcos pulled his finger out, just to shove it in roughly and make Ben jump, the bed shaking and knock against the wall, until soon a second finger made the hole spread open a bit wider, still room for more. Ben's eyes clenched tightly and his teeth chattered as Marcos began to finger-fuck his ass, shoving at least three fingers in now and jabbing roughly, the large equine ass trembling with feelings of pleasure and slight pain since he had not had this kind of action in a while.

The hyena had enough play, his solid erection wanted to be inside of that warm orifice now and experience fucking a male for the first time. Marcos got into position, grabbing onto Ben's waist and holding tightly as he neared, his drippy tip pushing against the pucker and spreading it slowly, Ben letting out a neigh in delight, his cheeks red under his black, coarse fur.

"Marcos, fuck me nice and hard...Please, I really need it now...I want you to take me."

Marcos grinned, happy to see that Ben finally accepted this and wanted it bad enough. With a rough push of his hips, Marcos slammed his shaft deep into the horse's huge ass, slamming so hard that Ben's head hit the wall and a loud moan coming from his mouth, his ass cheeks jiggling from the force. The sex-craved hyena did not relent on Ben, he figured he could handle it and he wanted to show the horse just how good he was, his hips bucked quickly, his shaft sliding in and out from the pre-cum he was producing, wet slaps starting to echo the room, along with Ben's moans and his own grunting.

Ben's equine cock dangled between his legs, almost completely masked by the huge ball sack that dangled in front from behind, the genitals swinging back and forth and trails of pre getting onto the sheets, much more coming out as the stallion could produce much more than Marcos's testicles did. Marcos's entire body tingled from his round ears to his curled toes, his lower lip bit down to conceal the loud grunts and pants uttering from his lips, Ben letting himself be loud and moaning, balancing himself on one strong arm to grab his shaft and stroke it easily and quickly, a tendril of drool rolling down from the corner of his lips.

"Fuck, Ben, I think I'm gonna burst soon...You want it inside of you?"

Ben paused a moment to look back, his head hitting the wall once more as he shook his head a bit.

"N-no, cum all over my big ass...paint it nice and white for me..."

Marcos figured that was a good idea, he gave the horse a few good thrusts to poke his prostate and get him to the edge, pulling out in time and grabbing his cock with a tight grip and stroking it hard, his chest heaving and lips panting. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, his trim body shaking and hips still bucking, focusing on the head of his pointed cock and pushing it against the meat of Ben's big cheeks, his balls releasing their pent up content of seed, shooting out in a few thick ropes then small spurts, nice streaks soaking into the horse's fur and slowly smearing down as a few last drops were squeezed out just to add to the mess, the hyena's powerful musk floating into the air, his pants loud and heavy.

Ben felt that hot seed touch his ass and he wanted to cum next, just to show what his below-average sized horse cock was capable of. He did not have the size of most horses but he had the potency. He quickly spun over onto his back, the bed shaking and almost collapsing from his large bodies transition, stroking his shaft hard and grunting and neighing. Marcos watched as the flat head of his cock seemed to expand and grow out, this must have been his flare, and not long after that, the wide urethra spurt forth a steam of equine cum all over Ben's shallow abs and chest, his own seed coming out in white, sticky ropes and making an even bigger mess all over his front, the large testicles emptying their load completely.

The two remained still and panted a bit, stroking their cocks a bit after their orgasms and then letting them go to let their shafts slowly return to a flaccid state, Ben covered with cum all over his ass and torso.

"Damn, Ben...that was a lot of cum...you are a painted horse now, heh."

Ben gasped and rubbed his forehead, looking down at the mess he had made.

"Yeah...I may be undersized for a horse but I still can make the same loads...Damn, Marcos that was hot...I am kinda glad you encouraged me."

The hyena let out a smile and sat down next to him on the bed and leaned next to him, both of their hearts starting to slow down to a normal rate.

"I am glad you agreed, I think we both needed this. Maybe next time we can try something more..."

With a smirk he gave Ben a quick kiss on his lips, making the horse chuckle a bit, returning the kiss and smiling wide, his cheeks still red under his cheeks. Ben's heart was feeling a little more complete, maybe this would really lead to something, Marcos was alright with his body and accepted it, even though he thought he was so unlucky not to have a penis proud to whip out like most of the big horses did. Having a pony cock was alright.

*******

"C'mon big bear, come sit with me and feel me up like you always do."

Tim just looked at Justin lounging on the sofa and rolled his eyes.

"Justin, my friend Leo is going to be here soon, I need to be ready to greet him and I don't think him walking in with my paws around your cock will make him feel too comfortable."

The malamute just sighed and adjusted his hat, his body clad in a simple tank top and mesh athletic shorts.

"Alright, alright. He is a bull, right? You said he was chocolate brown? Well, if he is that color I am guessing he is going to be really fat. Probably smells like a damn port-o-potty, too."

Tim grunted and rubbed his tired eyes, he really was losing sleep with Justin wanting to fuck every night, not to mention it was pretty painful to sit down now.

"Oh no, whenever we talk he always tells me about how he has really changed body-wise, not to mention he is just over eight feet tall, he really hit a growth spurt in high school."

Justin perked a brow, over eight feet tall? Damn, he knew some huge guys in the gym but this Leo guy was about to be a read rival to them.

Suddenly, the anxious bear jumped as there was a deep, loud knock on the door of his apartment, his paws shook a bit as he went over to the door, taking a deep, shaky breath and ready to meet Leo face to face, it had been a few years since he had last seen him.

"Well, here goes nothing...just don't make an idiot of yourself, Tim..."

Justin yawned wide as Tim opened the door, but it would be both of their jaws that dropped after the door was opened. Standing in the doorway was literally a wall of solid bovine muscle. Eight foot six was what he measured out to, and that's not including the horns that made him at least nine feet all. His legs were as thick as tree trunks, as well as his arms, his chest puffed out like two boulders under his shirt with perked, obviously pierced nipples underneath. The black tank top he had on really did not hide his body, a deeply cut washboard set of eight-pack abs was visible through them, and to cover up whatever was between his legs was a simple tan pair of baggy shorts. The bull was holding a few duffle bags and suitcases in his massive arms, his expression was so calm, a soft smile on his face, his eyes a strange, yet beautiful carmine color. He had many piercings, giving him that very dangerous look, his nose, lip, eyebrows, and ears all having gold rings accenting them.

"Hey Tim, long time no see."

Tim was about to fall over seeing how big his friend of years past got, and all Justin got was a raging hard-on that showed through his shorts, his paw instantly going inside not sure whether to calm it down or stroke it off.

"W-welcome to Quincy, Leo...Wow...you got big..."

Justin was panting softly as he gritted his teeth.

"I'll say, God DAMN!"

Leo blinked softly and leaned down to look into the room.

"Hey Tim, is your friend over there going to be ok? I think he is masturbating..."

Tim looked back for a moment, quickly snapping his head back to ignore Justin's actions and his mind firing off signals about what the dog would try. But needed to be set aside for now, Leo was going to start his life here, and needless to say, things were never going to be the same.

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TO BE CONTINUED!!!

Will Justin try to get into Leo's pants?

What will Blake discover in the south?

Will Carla find a man yet?

Why is Byron such a drunk and a never-do-good?

What the hell is Phil doing?

Is it really love between Ben and Marcos?

What does that bastard Victor have planned?

Whew, I know it has been a LONG as time since I continued but HERE it IS!

I want to thank you for your patience and hopefully I can get these out faster, lol.

Please enjoy the story!