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Ohman stood beside his open locker, he leaned against the cold metal "Do you want to come or not? What else are you going to do?" The serval was trying to get a straight answer out of his indecisive friend.

Tody's whiskers twitched in frustration as he fiddled with his camera, "I'm going to start coming, I swear. I just need to get some photos, today!"

Ohman's shoulders sunk, his response was glum, "Maybe, you know, you shouldn't be taking photos of people. You might get caught one day."

Tody felt the cat's judgment weigh down on him. In defence of his integrity the annoyed muskrat snapped back, "I'm not being a pervert!" He looked around realizing what he'd yelled, bringing both their attention to the students milling about.

"I'm not being a pervert," he said again, this time under his breath. He spoke up as he explained, "I'm working for The Press Club, I'm taking photos for the yearbook and I just think it's kind of lame. I know Roland runs The Homework Club but everyone already knows he's an uncool nerd. I just don't want people to make fun of me." He took a breath, "I'm taking photos of the netball team later. I'm just trying...to do something more interesting."

The lifelong friends stood there uncomfortably with a shared sense of self loathing. Since the wealthy, exotic new kid had publicly berated them, they couldn't ignore the shame they felt about their own deficiencies and worse, those of each other. Ohman's foray into weightlifting was his way of self-improvement. He'd already been to the gym a couple times and was surprised at how strong he actually was. Whereas Tody was trying to shift his photographic portfolio from lewd, unsolicited photos of classmates to something a bit more socially acceptable.

Zavvy, a rare white lion and heir to one of the world's richest families, had also convinced them that their station at the bottom of the school hierarchy was very much related to their insular relationship. Instead of growing, they wallowed in each other's company stuck with now seemingly inane interests and goals. This was starkly contrasted by the lion himself who decided to insert himself in their circle of friends and whose confidence and guile were slowly becoming a problem for everyone.

And then Ohman saw him, the serval averted his eyes in the hopes they'd be missed, a ludicrous thought given the extent the lubberly feline extended into the hallway as well as the muskrat's lingering and unmissable odour.

The white lion casually strolled up to the pair and opened his locker. He smiled, the fogginess of his light blue eyes hid his intentions as always. "Hi, guys. Anyone seen Roland?" He spoke to them as if nothing was amiss.

Ohman stood their awkwardly leaving Tody to answer the question, "No, he's been sick all week," the rodent said, though none of them really believed their absent friend was actually ill - just terribly upset.

Zavvy opened his locker and efficiently swapped out his things, "He's been here, been skipping class though and studying in private."

Ohman and Tody exchanged skeptical glances.

"How do you know?" Ohman asked, again feeling betrayed.

"I know," Zavvy said as he finished packing his bag. "If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him. He isn't responding to my messages."

As the white lion swung his leather bag strap over his shoulder he said, "I expect I'll see you tomorrow night, for some field training?"

"Yes," Ohman replied obediently.

"Good," Zavvy said. "Sue Mare's at 7."

"That's where-" Tody tried to interject.

"Girls and gay men go? Exactly." Zavvy said. "Be on time and dress nicely. Like, actually nice. Not what you might think of as nice. And did I say be on time? There will be a lot to go over before the evening begins."

Zavvy spoke as he zipped up his bag, "Anyway, there's a mink that wants to see the backseat of my car. I should be on time. And if you see me parked somewhere, don't come knocking."

The lion put his sunglasses on, smiled again and walked away, leaving the two boys with lowered morale idling in his wake.

Tour De Force

He darted between students down half-occupied hallways. Moving with purpose he had a clear objective in mind. He was in enemy territory and had to move quickly. Hesitation could be fatal. He'd acquired his objective, an advanced calculus textbook, and had to escape. Once off school grounds he'd be free but while in the depths of the fortress the danger was real.

Roland took a sharp turn then swiftly darted through a doorway. The white-tailed deer made his way down one of the school's staircases and was almost home free. As he passed through the double doors out into the open in air his heart stopped. Standing there was Marcus, the big buffalo bull and bully along with a few of his friends. It was an ambush.

"There he is," Roland heard one of them say.

Marcus slowly approached. Snickers fired Roland's way.

"There you are," Marcus said with contempt. "Where've ya been? I've missed kicking your ass in gym,faggot."

"Faggot," another one of the boys repeated.

It was a word Roland heard thrown around regularly - Tody being a particular culprit - but never had it felt so harsh as now. He looked into Marcus' eyes and saw an anger he'd never seen before. The bull had a ritual cruelty when it came to Roland and his friends but today was different, there was hate in the bull's eyes and Roland was scared.

"Marcus," Roland tried to speak casually. "I just want to go home." His tone didn't even convince himself.

Marcus advanced and closed in on the terrified cervine. Roland backed away but he knew his fate was sealed. He could see the rage lingering behind the bull's stare and he knew there would be no reasoning with him.

"You make me sick," Marcus explained. "You and your friends, are so pathetic. You're cowards.Pussies. It makes sense you're a little fairy faggot, you're not a real man. Just a snivelling little cock sucker. So I'm going to beat your ass."

Marcus' logic was lost on the deer but none of that mattered. The white-tail didn't have much time to consider it. Marcus lashed out with strong hands and shoved him. He fell backwards, his bag anchored him down. Marcus' friends laughed.

"So weak," Roland heard.

"Get up," Marcus ordered, his lips curled in a menacing sneer.

Roland did as he was told, it was awkward with the weight of his knapsack. He got the soles of his feet back down on the concrete, balanced his weight and straightened his legs. He didn't have much time upright when Marcus grabbed him and pulled him in, he pulled the deer close in, face to face.

The water buffalo spat each word with intent, "I hate you so fucking much."

Marcus pushed Roland away, lifted an open hand, then with a powerful force slapped down across the deer's face. Roland recoiled, the slap was hard and sent reverberations through his skull. He had little time to adjust when another, this time a fist from the side hit him squarely on the side of his head and sent him stumbling. The hits were hard, Marcus was strong, Roland's vision spun. Cheers of encouragement came from Marcus' posse. Roland was alone. Marcus grabbed Roland by his blazer, the deer didn't struggle. There was no use. Marcus threw Roland against the wall, he would have hit head first had it not been for his antlers. The whiplash was still painful as he hit the brickwork, he slumped down the wall. He felt a crack then an antler horn bounced on the ground beside him.

The bull was in full swing, Roland only had a moments to recognize the fist coming straight at his face. The hit was dead on, Roland bleated in pain as the hard bull fist met his face. Whatever noise he made, it was funny enough to elicit a laugh from the crowd.

"Well, this looks like fun!"

Marcus stopped suddenly, Roland tried to focus on the new voice but his vision was blurry. Zavvy stood in the doorway, watching the show.

"So, six of you are ganging up on literally one of the weakest kids in school?" the lion asked incredulously, his eyebrows arrogantly raised in obvious disgust.

Roland winced at the remark but the others didn't receive it well, either.

"Fuck off, Xavier," Marcus said. "This doesn't involve you."

"I think I'll stay, actually. Maybe even the odds a little."

Marcus was so charged he wasn't capable of backing down.

Roland could see that Zavvy, too, was ready for a fight. The lion's eyes were narrowed and lines of tension ran across his muzzle. "Come on, Marcus. We both know why you're doing this. Beating up the wimpy kid? Really? If you want to act like a bitch you're never going to make captain!"

Zavvy effortlessly goaded the bull. Marcus snorted and charged, he curled his hand into a fist and swung at the lion. Zavvy lunged and deflected the incoming punch, using the momentum of the large athlete he swiped the back of his hand with speed and strength along the bull's side body. It winded the bull who promptly doubled over. Everyone had heard the crack.

Looking back to Marcus, the lion said, "Sounds like you fractured a rIB:How long does it take heal? I think at least a month, no?" Zavvy looked to Roland as if he was asking for input. The deer was still cowering against the wall, his head ached. "It looks like you won't be playing rugby for a while. It's dangerous to play with a fractured rib, you might impale yourself!"

Zavvy stepped away from the water buffalo and surveyed the rest of the posse. The lion's confidence disturbed them.

Marcus looked shell shocked, the rest of the bullies held a mix of anger, confusion and apprehension.

"You fucking psycho," a wolverine yelled as he charged the lion.

As expected, there was always one brave idiot who needed to stand up for his brother-in-arms in the face of futility. The wolverine was all force but he lacked grace and strategy. Zavvy evaded the charge, dug his claws into the boys forearm and then effortlessly tossed him to the ground. The wolverine hit the ground with a smack, he clutched his arm where the skin had been torn.

Marcus stayed hunched over holding the spot Zavvy smacked him, a dull pain slowly building. But the pain in his side wasn't as bad as the dread he felt in his heart. It was the beginning of the season and now he would be benched. It was the only way for him to move on to college and was now at a severe disadvantage.

The rest of the boys held back apprehensively, all waiting for one another to approach the lion first. But no one did.

Content it was over, Zavvy walked over to Roland and held out a hand. Roland tentatively took it and pulled himself back onto his feet. The hits he'd endured still lingered on his skin and in his skull. He felt an eye swelling closed and small cuts across his head stung. Zavvy gathered his and Roland's things and led the shaken white-tail away leaving the horn of his antler lying outside the door.

"Thanks for the fun!" Zavvy said jovially to the rugby players as he led Roland away. The team was regrouping around their incapacitated star player.

"I didn't need your help," Roland said defiantly as he discovered his bloody nose.

"Yeah? What was your plan then?" Zavvy responded.

Roland didn't respond. His plan was to get the shit kicked out of him. Part of him felt he deserved it.

"I'm driving you home," Zavvy told the deer.

"I'm fine," replied Roland. "I'll take the bus."

"I said I'm driving you home."

Roland stayed silent.

The two walked to Zavvy's car, the sleek black recognizable sedan, and got in. Zavvy started the engine and pulled out of the school parking lot. The lion reached over and opened his glove compartment to reveal a pack of wipes that he tossed into Roland's lap.

"Here," he said, "clean yourself up."

Roland pulled out a wet towelette and started dabbing at the bloodied spots on his face. The cuts were small and concealable, his broken horn was more obvious but particularly so was his swollen eye.

As they got onto the highway Roland spoke up, "You shouldn't have done that to Marcus."

Zavvy looked curiously at Roland out of the corner of his eye. "He was about to really fuck you up."

"If he can't play Rugby he has no chance at university," said Roland.

"With the beating he was about to give you he was at least getting expelled, possibly criminally charged. You saw his eyes. He wasn't thinking straight. You_both_ should be thanking me."

"This never would have happened had you not told everyone I was gay."

"Well, I did and you are," Zavvy showed no remorse.

They drove in silence once more. The smooth hum of the car eased the tension.

"I didn't know you knew how to fight," Roland finally said. "How did you learn that? And what was it?"

"It's Tai Chi. My mother taught me."

"Your mom taught you how to break ribs?"

"It sounds crazy when you put it like that."

"I thought Tai Chi was slow."

"When done slowly," Zavvy responded.

The car kept its barely audible, even hum. It took them off the highway and into Roland's quiet suburb, "Tody, Ohman and I are going out to Sue Mare's, tonight."

"Sue Mare's? Isn't that-"

"Yes. Enemy territory! The best place to teach those two how to be men. We'll stop at yours to change, then grab something to eat."

"I'm busy tonight," Roland said.

"No, you're not. I'm taking you home, we're getting changed and we're going out."

"So, I don't get a say in how I live my life?" Roland asked.

"Nope," said Zavvy. "Not today."

They pulled up in front of Roland's house, a small duplex in a long line of like houses, like a line of soldiers all in uniform and standing at attention. The boys got out of the vehicle, Zavvy made his way around the car to the trunk and pulled out a black duffle bag.

Roland led the way, as he opened the door he called out, "Mom? I'm home! I have a friend with me!"

Proceeding the shuffle of slippered hooves, a doe rushed to greet the boys.

"Hello, dear!" said the doe, she grabbed Roland's head to pull him in to plant a kiss on his forehead when she noticed Roland's swollen eye and broken antler, "Roland! What happened?"

"I- Uh..." the injured boy had not prepared his lie.

"He took a tumble in gym after getting hit with a ball. I made sure he was okay," Zavvy spoke up. "Roland's not very coordinated, sometimes!"

"I told you to be careful in gym, Roland!" The doe released her son and turned towards the lion and with a slight change of expression, acknowledging his elegant demeanour, "And who might you be?"

"Call me Zavvy!" The white lion held his hand out to Roland's mother.

"Well, Hello, Zavvy! I'm Aileen! Roland has never mentioned you!" The doe shook the lions hand and looked accusingly at her son. Zavvy shot him a similar look.

"Nice to meet you, Aileen! Roland has only ever said lovely things about you!" Zavvy said as he gave Aileen a bright smile. Roland cringed but his mother was incensed!

He kept up the flattery, "I'm new this year and Roland has been helping me get settled into school. He's been really helpful and I don't know what I'd have done without him!"

Her accusatory look turned to that of adoration, "How did I raise such a sweet boy? Put your things down, both of you. Your father's still at work, Roland."

"Thanks, mom. We're going out tonight we just need to get changed." He had accepted his fate.

The Emerson's house was laid with area carpets, off-white walls and a faux-wood trim. Simple yet effective. Their footsteps were muffled as they went up the stairs. Zavvy stepped inline with Roland as the white-tail lead their ascent. Roland half-whispered under his breath, "Do_not_ flirt with my mom."

Zavvy just grinned.

Roland stopped as they got to the doorway of his bedroom, "the bathroom's further down the hall."

Zavvy walked right by him into Roland's room, "Here's fine."

Roland sighed and walked in after the lion. Evidently, arguing with him was futile and physical combat was clearly not an option. The deer closed the door behind them.

Zavvy wasted no time, he took off his blazer and folded it efficiently and neatly. His tie was next, he folded it and laid it delicately on his blazer. Then he started on the buttons of his shirt.

Roland walked towards his bed but kept his eyes on the presumptuous feline, he shrugged off his own blazer. "You could have just changed in the bathroom," he said.

Zavvy opened his shirt and shrugged it off to reveal his bare chest and abdomen, leaving Roland suddenly feeling self-conscious. The deer admired his physique, Zavvy was well defined, he wasn't bulky but his body was layered with taught muscle. Roland imagined running his hands over his body, feeling every roll, every dip, every...

"You, okay?" Zavvy asked the deer, bringing him back.

Zavvy took off and folded his shirt,without missing a beat he undid his belt, unzipped his fly and opened his pants. Roland couldn't shake off the distraction as he watched the lion delicately undress in front of him. His pants went down, Zavvy's snug briefs held him gently.

As he folded his clothes he explained to Roland, "I'm here to make sure you dress properly."

"I know how to dress myself," Roland said as blood redirected to his groin, the white-tail was trying to look away from the undressed lion.

Zavvy smiled, "You know what I like about you, Roland? You see through everyone's bullshit," the lion paused, "everyone's bullshit except for your own. Take that off."

Taken aback by Zavvy's austerity, Roland started undressing obediently, he tried to will his penis under control. He threw his blazer on the bed, then his tie, and after - button by button - his shirt. He hesitated a moment before looping a thumb into his belt. It was awkward with Zavvy watching him but he did it anyway. He threw off his pants then stood up. He saw his reflection in the mirror, he felt so scrawny. And it only made it worse by the muscular, confident lion he could see in the reflection standing across the room.

"What now?" asked the bewildered white-tail.

Zavvy stood there patiently, "Open your closet and show me what you've got."

Roland obediently opened the closet door, Zavvy looked from afar but didn't move. "You said you can dress yourself, show me."

Roland looked at the clothes hanging from a bar across the closet. He couldn't remember the last time he actually considered what to wear. Enervated, he looked at everything that hung then did what he always did, grabbed a drab t-shirt and pulled it out.

"No," Zavvy said immediately.

Roland raised his eyebrows in defiance but didn't complain. He threw the shirt onto the bed and went in to grab something else, a sweater this time.

"No," Zavvy said again.

Roland stood there now visibly frustrated, "Come on, Zavvy."

"What are those pants?" Zavvy asked, pointing with a nod of his head.

Roland turned, "What? These? Really?" He pulled out a pair of brown slacks, clothing he only ever wore on holidays with family.

"I like them," the lion said. "And what about that shirt?"

Roland turned again, "No! Seriously?" Roland pulled out a dark green button-up shirt. "You want me to go out in this?"

Zavvy beamed with a wide smile, "Yes! But first, remove your boxers."

"What?"

"Yeah, those will not do. Where do you keep your underwear?"

"In that," Roland motioned to the dresser Zavvy had been folding his clothing on.

The lion opened the top drawer to find all of Roland's undergarments. "Great," Zavvy said. "Now take them off."

Roland watched in horror as Zavvy went through his underwear drawer, he stood there like an idiot, wondering if he would remove the last article of clothing lazily hanging off his waist. He did. He lowered the waistband of his boxers down to his thighs and let gravity do the rest. He felt the sudden change of temperature on his inertness and took a deep breath in. It also brought his attention to the fact he was now completely naked in his bedroom in front of the cutest guy in school, his cock twitched and he pleaded with a higher power to keep it from involving itself any further in the situation.

Zavvy came up from his hunt with a pair of briefs Roland hadn't seen in ages. "Here we go, these will do."

They were briefs Roland's mom had bought. Roland hated briefs, they exposed too much of a part of him he was so self-conscious about. Zavvy held them out on the tip of an extended claw.

"No. Come on, Zavvy. Why does that matter?"

"Because it does! I said I'd help you guys get laid, didn't I?"

"But, I'm-"

The lion cut him off, "Gay? You still want to fuck, right?"

The words were a bit of a shock. He still did want that. He wanted the almost nude lion in front of him in fact but Zavvy had made his position on the matter quite clear. Roland didn't have much time to contemplate his potential love life, the bedroom door opened revealing a tall buck standing in the doorway.

Roland's hands moved at lightning speed to cover his family jewels. Zavvy froze holding Roland's underwear out on the tip of his claw.

"Oh!" Like a deer in headlights the older buck froze.

"Dad!" Roland yelled. "Knock first!"

The older cervine immediately stepped backwards and closed the door uttering, "Sorry, son!" before the door latched.

Zavvy though embarrassed slid a smile across his face and began to laugh. He threw the briefs onto the bed, "Get changed!" he ordered the still mortified deer.

Roland, again, resigned to his fate. He pulled up the briefs and immediately felt their protective embrace. It felt almost...good. He looked at himself in the mirror and appreciated the way they shaped him. He tried not to stare and started with the clothing Zavvy picked out for him. Meanwhile the white lion pulled his own outfit out of the duffle bag he had brought in with him. It didn't take long for the lion to overtake the white-tail, he donned his outfit with practised efficiency where Roland struggled with the stiff buttons of a shirt he never wore.

When Roland finally finished Zavvy looked at him and said, "And now for the finishing touches! Do you have a vest?"

Roland without protest went into his closet to find the final piece of an outfit he despised, another item his mother had gotten him.

"Excellent," continued the lion. "And this!" He held up a black and white spotted bow-tie. "I brought it just for you!"

Roland sighed but did as he was expected. When all was said and done Zavvy ordered the cervine to do a full turn. Zavvy was content with his work. Roland looked sharp, his outfit highlighted his tall, narrow physique without making him look skinny. As he turned his white tail sat decoratively atop his butt like a hood ornament, contrasted against the dark, earthy tones. A head turner.

Zavvy grinned wide and admired his work, "You look like a prince!" he proudly exclaimed.

And Roland knew who was king. The lion certainly looked the part, he wore a black button up shirt with off-white stitching to match his fur, and black pants to suit. His mane flowed freely around the collar of his shirt, and the dark contrast of white on black accented his foggy blue eyes. He carried with him a rather regal demeanour.

The two headed downstairs, Zavvy led the way, Roland in tow. They were stopped at the bottom by an enthusiastic doe.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "Don't you two look spectacular!" Her gaze lingered on Zavvy before she placed her hands on Roland's shoulders. "What's the occasion?"

"Friday night!" Zavvy joked.

"Well, I've just started on dinner, you two eat should eat something before you go!"

"Mom!" Roland protested, "Zavvy's a carnivore! What are you going to feed him?"

"Oh, I know I have some synthesized protein in the freezer somewhere! Let me look."

Roland's mother about-faced and walked into the kitchen.

"It's alright, Mrs. Emerson," Zavvy called after her. "Roland and I already have plans for dinner!"

"We do?" Roland asked under his breath only to receive an elbow in his side. The cervine improvised, "With Tody and Ohman!" he added.

"Here we go!" Aileen yelled from the kitchen. "Suitable for all carnivores," she read off the packet.

The boys kept their momentum and headed towards the door.

As they were about to head out Roland's father stopped them in the foyer. "Roland." he said. The older cervine looked over his son's face, the swollen eye, the few cuts and up to his broken antler horn. "I want you boys to have fun, tonight. And stay safe, okay? I want you to take this with you." As he said the last few words he slipped something into his son's vest pocket and then gave him a heartfelt hug. He released Roland and then courteously shook Zavvy's hand.

The two boys walked out the door and made their way back to Zavvy's car. As they did Roland retrieved the mysterious parting gift from his father. Between two fingers the white-tail held a single, lubricated condom. His heart stopped for a minute and his blood ran cold.

Zavvy looked it over and laughed! "What's that for?"

"For us, I think," Roland replied morosely.

Zavvy laughed some more as he opened the car door and got in. "It looks like your dad's on to you! It's not a bad thing, really! Your parents will find out sooner or later."

"He thinks you're gay, too, you know..."

Zavvy raised an eyebrow, "But the difference is...I'm not!" He held a cheeky smile, he could tell Roland was still a bit flustered.

"I need a drink," the deer replied.

***

Zavvy and Roland arrived behind schedule. The sun was beginning its descent and the bar's lights had dimmed in response. Like a submarine, the establishment itself was much longer than it was wide, the bar tread the depth of the venue eventually leading to the double swinging doors of the kitchen. On one side of the bar a handful of staff were busy serving the few patrons as well as preparing for a lively night ahead. Tody and Ohman were already there, seated awkwardly guarding untouched glasses of water.

"Zavvy!" Tody exclaimed, the muskrat looked relieved. "I thought you'd ghosted us!"

"I told you he was coming," Ohman said but looking equally relieved.

Roland's presence was a rather unexpected surprise for the rodent and feline. Though their tall, lanky friend had disappeared for just a short period of time, the abrupt nature of his absence had seemed somewhat infinite. Tody and Ohman realized how much they relied on him in their day to day life and his unapproved hiatus had come as a burden.

There was a lingering discomfort reuniting with their lost friend but it was lifted when the muskrat uncharacteristically moved in for an embrace, he wrapped his arms around Roland and squeezed. Zavvy let the two reacquaint. Ohman waited patiently, when the muskrat let the white-tail go the serval moved in to do the same. Roland felt himself soften as he hugged his friends, it was a dramatic contrast to his encounter with Marcus - he was glad he came.

"You guys look amazing," Ohman pointed out, feeling a bit self-conscious as he released the deer. His idea of dressing up was a polo with short sleeves, full length pants and a baseball cap. Tody had put in a bit more effort, he wore a plain white button up shirt that could have done with a few more buttons done up, a silver chain around his neck, and a conspicuously large measure of cologne...but it was a compromise the rest of the group was willing to make for the otherwise odorous muskrat.

Zavvy ushered them into the depths of the bar and lead them to a wide, central table with a_Reserved_ placard sentineled upon it. Zavvy sat himself in the centre, the boys filled in around him. They immediately encountered a hostile force.

The server, a tall skinny ferret, who Tody and Ohman had annoyed with their impoverished drink choices arrived to interrupt before the boys got too comfortable, "This table is reserved," he said armed with an upward inflection and a moderate degree of contempt.

"It is, I reserved it." Zavvy relished the assault but showed frustration all the same.

"Well, I'll confirm that!" the ferret snapped back. "But first you're going to show me some ID!"

It was a formality Zavvy couldn't charm his way out of so he followed standard procedure. The three others also in turn showed their IDs, no casualties yet. The ferret looked annoyed.

"My name is Xavier Inosi and I made a booking for ten people. Go and check if you must otherwise let us get settled and come back when we're ready to order," the lion said with practised gusto.

The ferret clenched his jaw, he promptly stepped away to verify the booking - he didn't return.

The three friends sat around Zavvy and waited apprehensively like they were about to witness the oration of the newest gospel. The lion waited until he had their undivided attention.

"Tonight," Zavvy started, "you crawl out of your basements and become men. You want sex? Well, I can provide, provided you listen, learn and most importantly, don't act like fucking idiots," he glanced at Tody. "But follow my lead," his voice softened, "and I'll get your cocks wet, balls deep in hungry cunny!"

Tody bit his lip.

"The first thing you need to learn is how to shut the fuck up. Everyone loves talking; girls; teachers; dumb ass rugby players; you!" he glanced again at Tody. "So shut the fuck up and_listen._ They want your attention as much as you want theirs. Let them talk. Ask questions. Engage in conversation. Talk about something_they_ want to talk about. You'll be surprised how effective a simple approach like that is. It's a particularly great strategy for you guys because, let's face it, you're kind of uninteresting."

Ohman and Tody followed as best they could, the virginal boys struggled between mentally noting Zavvy's instructions and images of themselves in the midst of sexual acts. Zavvy's confidence had even pulled Roland in who until now had always believed copulating was something only other people did.

"Should I tell them how big my dick is!" Tody laughed, his giddiness impaired his judgment.

Zavvy shot him a murderous glare, his eyes said it all. The muskrat backed off apologetically and remained silent for the rest of the address. Zavvy went on to explain appropriate topics of conversation, how to sit and move. He explained when and how to make physical contact; how to bump their feet and brush their hands. And he made abundantly clear that eyes, not breasts, were in fact the windows to the soul.

"Second, don't commit. None of you are getting laid tonight. We're setting the ground work. So, loosen up and try to have a little fun - not too much fun - tonight is not about you. Don't get shitfaced, it's not flattering. I'll cut you off before the bar does. Keep in mind," his voice lowered, "my reputation is also on the line."

They understood the thinly veiled threat.

The server returned with the same ornery attitude he'd left with, sarcastically he asked, "Are you ready to order, now?"

Zavvy rubbed his chin, showing off the white gold rings that adorned his fingers. "What vodkas do you have?"

"We don't sell shots," the server twisted his lips in disgust.

"What vodkas do you have?" Zavvy repeated himself more sternly.

The ferret was clearly unimpressed, this was a bar the boys from school had learned to avoid. Still, he started listing the vodkas from least expensive to most. Zavvy arrogantly flipped through them in his mind, uttering a curt no to each that was not to his satisfaction until he heard one he fancied and interrupted, "That one! We'll take the bottle, and with it with soda, bitters, and tamarind and lime juice. And for myself I'll have a chilled Riesling, a glass,something nice."

"And how will you be paying for this?" the ferret asked suspiciously.

The lion pulled out a credit card, matte black with silver writing, rare for even this establishment. It was the kind of card one didn't refuse. He handed it to the ferret for safe keeping whose tone changed instantly, "Yes, Sir! I'll start a tab!"

Zavvy waved him off.

"There's like, no one here..." Ohman spoke up.

Ohman wasn't entirely incorrect in his observation - the bar had patrons but they were an older crowd - closer to his parents' age he noticed - many of whom were enjoying a bottle of wine likely after a dinner out and were to soon expire. Only about a third of the tables were occupied and it looked as if the crowd was about to dwindle even further. However, there was one patron who Zavvy had kept his eye on since arriving, she looked over at him but quickly looked away.

"It's still early," Zavvy explained. "Be patient."

The vodka arrived in a bucket of ice accompanied by two petite pitchers of juice and a bottle of carbonated water. The server with a crack twisted the wine cap and poured Zavvy a taste. The lion picked up the glass, looked over the vintage, swirled it, brought it to his nose and inhaled.

"That'll do," he said, knowing full well the waiter wouldn't be ordering that kind of wine on his own night out.

Roland, Ohman and Tody stared at the bucket of ice as if it contained a mammalian organ. Zavvy took the initiative to get the night started by pouring the first round, for everyone but himself.

"Cheers," said the lion, lifting his wine and toasting his disciples.

The bar slowly filled, they recognized a few of the seniors from school, but many of the girls they expected to see weren't there. Zavvy eyed the tall, female fossa sitting on her own nursing ice cubes that were desperately clinging to life. She was still scrolling on her phone at the other end of the bar. Zavvy got up and walked over.

"Is this your usual Friday night?" he asked as he approached her from behind.

"I- Oh! Zavvy! Hi!" She stilled herself not expecting the lion to actually walk over, then managed to ask, "What are you doing...here?"

Zavvy smiled, "Well, I don't know Verseres very well and I heard this place was alright. I saw you sitting here on your own and wondered if you'd like to join us. We bought a bottle of Grey Moose, you're more than welcome to come share."

Eva's ears perked up, her night was not going according to plan. She was the vice-president on the council and some of the other council members had agreed to meet tonight to let loose, yet it had been hours and she was still alone. "Yeah, why not? I was supposed the others but Sierra's boyfriend came to town last minute and the other girls are always late. I'm sure they'll show up eventually...but if you don't mind, for now?"

"Of course!"

Zavvy escorted Eva back to the table, they sat and Zavvy poured her a drink. Tody and Ohman greeted her awkwardly, Roland was beyond caring what people thought and with the help of a bit of alcohol was feeling rather comfortable in his fur. The fossa took a big first gulp, grateful she wouldn't drink alone.

It wasn't long before the bar began to fill, including with some faces the boys recognized from school. Eva greeted those she knew, including a squirrel and an otter who in turn greeted those they knew and degrees of separation began to decrease. In due time the boys were surrounded by many of their fellow students, well exceeding the capacity of the table. Tody and Ohman felt a bit overwhelmed by all the feminine energy.

As the drinks went down the group relaxed into conversation. Zavvy was charming as usual, Tody and Ohman went off his lead, trying not to make fools of themselves as per the lion's instructions, instructions they found to be surprisingly effective. The boys watched as Zavvy mercilessly flirted with the fossa, occasionally brushing her hand with his. Her blushes, giggles and suspended eye contact showed his advances were working.

Laughter, chatter and drinks abounded. The server was now doting on them like they were royalty, even bringing them some complimentary nuts and assorted snacks. And no one questioned how the bottle of vodka never seemed to empty or how it managed to be in two places at once.

The group fell into a natural flow of conversation, the words poured liberally. Zavvy conducted the ebb and flow, prompting conversation where it waned. Roland found much to his surprise that simple conversation was rather easy, he received sympathy in abundance much to Tody and Ohman's disadvantage. His war wounds only fermented the unfriendly sentiment towards the rugby team. Tody was busy learning about shampoos and Ohman was suddenly interested jazz.

The night went on long and strong. The group kept going until the inevitable dawn of the house lights. Ushered out by exhausted servers, they poured out onto the street, the incessant chatter echoed around the still, dark night. Spirits were high.

Zavvy escorted Roland to his car, the deer required a bit of assistance. He'd had a long day and had drunk his fill. After getting the inebriated boy into the passenger's seat Eva approached. "Hey, Zavvy. That was really fun, tonight."

Zavvy moved in to hug and planted a light but lingering kiss on her cheek. "It was fun, we should hang out again."

"I'd like that," Eva said. "Though..." She hesitated a second. "I know you and Sierra don't get along too well, but would you be okay if I invited her next time?"

Zavvy smiled, "I have no interest in getting in between you and your friends, of course you can invite her. But I was thinking just you and I should hang out sometime, if you're interested?"

Eva was taken off guard but was flattered nonetheless, "Oh! Yeah, I'd like that, too!"

Zavvy gave her one last affectionate look then walked around to the driver's seat. He got into the car and drove off.

***

The weekend gave rumours free reign before the school week began. Roland stayed on the lookout for Marcus, but after last Friday's events he felt much more at ease. The white-tail was still uneasy about the social goings on at the school, but he figured he would more than happily accept Zavvy's protection if the lion was offering it.

Roland, Tody, Zavvy and Ohman made their way into the change rooms to change for gym class, Roland caught Marcus entering the lockers. This time, the bull paid him no mind, he looked sad and broken. As they got changed Roland kept his eyes on the bull, who sat idly with his friends and didn't bother changing. Roland noted the marked lack of harassment. Maybe the bully just needed to lose a fight.

At lunch the boys decided to eat at the cafeteria, and without the fear of assault after class they were able to shower and get in line outside the kitchen efficiently. They took their seats and the chatter was instant. Roland watched Tody's general state of elation, that Friday night the muskrat had managed to strike up a functional conversation with a couple of Eva's friends and his feelings of validation carried through the weekend. Overall, morale was high.

Then like a dark cloud on a sunny day, a shadow fell over their table. Looming over them like a monolith was a massive, black wolf. "May I eat with you?" he asked politely.

His name was Step, he was the captain of the rugby team and everyone in town knew who he was. He was a giant. He had a thick, muscular body and arms to match. But his softly spoken voice and gentle features muted his scariness. He was well known around the school and the rugby circuit, an incredible player on the field and a capable captain. He had earned much of the respect he was revered for.

The boys looked up, eyes wide and intimidated, except Zavvy who gave no hint as to how he was actually feeling. Silence spread across the table, Roland, Tody and Ohman unsure of what to say. Meanwhile, Zavvy chewed thoughtfully as if he were considering the wolf's request.

"Of course," he finally said.

The lion looked to Ohman giving the serval an unspoken command to shuffle over. The wolf placed his lunch tray on the table, sat, and dug in as if nothing was amiss.

After a few moments of awkward mastication the wolf spoke up, "I think you and I need to talk," Step said to Zavvy, with a mouth full of food. "You've taken out three of my players in two weeks and it's starting to become a big problem."

Zavvy in the decorum of diplomacy forced himself from smirking, "It doesn't sound like my problem."

Zavvy took a bite, Step swallowed his food. The unnatural calm between the two had the others on edge.

The black wolf sat there still, silent and thoughtfully meditating on his own composure, "Xavier, I'm here to solve our problems like men. I'm not really interested in getting caught up in the bullshit but I have a championship to win and I have one player suspended, another with broken ribs and a third with stitches in his throwing arm so I'm_asking_ you, what can I do to prevent any further incidents."

"Well," Zavvy started, "since day one a number of your athletes have taken issue with me for reasons beyond my understanding. I don't want to be here any more than they want me here but I will hardly stand for any of their abuse. And I'm sure you heard what happened to Roland. In my opinion, your entire team should be suspended. But I'll make you a deal, I'll stay away from you and your team if they stay away from me and my friends. And if they don't, well, you've already seen what will happen. So, my advice to you, Step, is get your pack in line."

The other boys ate their lunch silently, pretending not to be there. No one at school talked back to Step, not that anyone ever needed to. He was composed, smart, and kind to all the other students. And though there were members of the rugby team that were bullies, Step never engaged in nor condoned that kind of behaviour.

The wolf was annoyed. He sat there thinking as he ate. He couldn't quite hide his frustration like the lion across from him, but unlike Marcus, Step knew when and where to pick a fight.

"Alright," the wolf agreed. He had no other solution to this problem but if he could get his team in line he would expect Zavvy to uphold his end of the bargain. He held out his hand to the lion. "Then we have a deal?"

Zavvy took the wolf's hand in his, "Deal," he replied. A truce had been made.

The other three looked on cautiously. It was the first time Step had ever paid any real attention to them. They were merely bystanders in a war of words between two of the school's most notable students. They ate their food cautiously.

Zavvy and Step on the other hand chowed down as if there was nothing was amiss.

It was Step who spoke up, "You guys should try out for the rugby team. We could use some new players."

Roland nearly choked and Tody raised his eyebrows. Ohman was the only one who was seriously considering the offer.

The intercom interrupted them with a torrent of crackling and popping, "Attention, students! Xavier Inosi and Roland Emerson please report to the principle's office."

Roland looked to Zavvy but the lion finished his lunch as if nothing had happened. No one noticed the subtle smirk on Step's face.

Zavvy looked up and pragmatically said, "It looks like Mr. Thundurik would like to see us. We'll see you guys later!"

Zavvy got up and Roland followed leaving Tody and Ohman sitting with the monolithic lupine.

Step ate silently, it was Tody who broke the silence, "So, it's humid out, huh?"

Even Ohman ignored him.

***

Adero Thundurik sat across from the two students, contemplating his first words. Roland he had sympathy for, Zavvy not so much. He studied them intently, stewing the silence of the moderately sized office.

"You're going to tell me what happened," the big moose commanded in his deep booming voice. "I have two students with serious injuries and they're blaming you two."

Roland shifted uncomfortably, Zavvy stared back at the principal contentiously.

It was the lion that spoke up, "Well, Mr. Thundurik. It seems you have a bullying problem at this school and it's getting out of control. You've seen first hand racist acts committed against me and it was the same culprits who were picking on Roland for being gay. I would hate to think you're tolerating homophobia in addition to racism and specism."

The last thing Roland wanted was for his sexuality to be brought into the conversation. He would have been content with being pushed around and having that be the end of it. But he feared Zavvy had been right, that Marcus might have really hurt him. Instead the bull walked off with broken ribs and a broken ego.

Adero Thundurik clenched his fists underneath the table. Marcus' parents had contacted him over the weekend. It turned out Zavvy had fractured the bull's ribs, guaranteeing at least six weeks off the field. The sad truth was the bull didn't have much else going for him, his grades were poor and he wasn't involved in any other school activity. On the other hand, Luin the wolverine had to get stitches where Zavvy had scratched up his arm. While the lacerations healed he too had been benched.

Adero looked to Zavvy, "Mr. Inosi, do you know what the Soft Paws Act is?"

Zavvy cocked his head, "I think I do. It prohibits the use of natural weaponry in any kind of physical confrontation, adding additional sentencing time to anyone convicted of a violent offence."

"What you did to Marcus was dirty but scratching up Luin could not only have you expelled but put in jail. You're not kids anymore, you'll be tried as adults."

Zavvy laughed as if the principal had told a moderately funny joke. "As far as I'm concerned I was preventing a hate crime. One of your students was about to get beaten up because of his sexuality. I think the school is failing in its responsibility to prevent these incidents. Personally, I think Roland should be pressing charges."

The principal sat there silently, glancing over at Roland's broken antler and healing eye. He knew he could punish Xavier but he also knew the pompous lion could retaliate. It would be even worse if the boy got his father involved. He also knew the lion was right, Roland could press charges too, much like the parents of Marcus and Luin. And in the middle was Roland, the innocent white-tail who was like a leaf being tossed around by the winds of war.

Adero contemplated momentarily in silence, he would take Xavier's advice and leverage the transgressions of the rugby players against their parents. He could involve the police and have everyone involved expelled or solve the situation in house. Parents too often had blind spots for their idiot children, they'd fall in line when their precious progeny are threatened with jail time.

"Roland, how do you feel about this?" the principal asked.

Roland shifted uncomfortably in his seat just wanting this to be over, he expressed as much, "I think Zavvy made his points, both to you and to the rugby team. I don't think there will be any more problems and I just want to put this all behind me."

The moose felt the same. "Roland, if you experience any kind of harassment, I want to know immediately. I'll be having a word with Step later today about the conduct of his team. And_Xavier_," Adero said the boy's name as if it tasted bitter, "If I find you're involved in any more altercations, I will throw you off school grounds myself."

The principal was grateful he was able to keep his calm...for now, "You're dismissed," he said.

The lion and the deer left the office and made their way through the secretary's lobby and into the school hallway and headed towards their lockers.

"So, I guess that's it, then," Roland said to Zavvy.

The lion was surreptitiously quiet.

"Right?" Roland asked.

"Not quite," Zavvy said. "When all this cools over and Marcus with his gold fish brain forgets the consequences of his actions he's just going to go back to being the same old fuckhead."

"But Thundurik said-,"

"He talks a lot, doesn't he?" Zavvy interrupted.

"You don't know that Marcus will just go back to being an asshole."

"I'd rather not take the chance."

"What are you going to do?" Roland asked, unsure he wanted to know.

Zavvy looked at his friend, put a hand on his shoulder and smiled, "Nothing you wouldn't do!"

Roland knew Zavvy's intentions weren't benevolent but the white-tail had little recourse...so he just let it go.

***

It was the end of the day and Zavvy walked into the locker room as the rugby team cleaned up from practice. Some of boys noticed him but just averted their eyes. Everyone knew what he did to Marcus and that he did it with impunity. All the athletes feared he would take them out of the game, too.

Zavvy found some space along the bench and began to undress. It was Step who approached him looking rather annoyed.

"Xavier-" he started.

"Call me Zavvy," Zavvy said.

"Zavvy... What are you doing here?" the big wolf growled.

"I'm having a shower! It's been a muggy day and all and I'm_meeting_someone after school," he spoke loud enough for others to hear.

The lion stared the wolf down. Zavvy knew full well students could use the facilities whenever they pleased. Never the less there was an unspoken custom that the practising team got priority. But Step knew any further altercation with the lion would only cause more problems.

"Okay," Step said taking a step backwards. "Go ahead," granting the lion safe passage.

Zavvy had the locker room under a microscope. He made note of where everyone was, what everyone was doing. He undressed completely, this time locking his clothing away. Most of the other boys had their towels around their waist, he threw his over his shoulder and walked through the middle of the crowd to the shower bank. His flaccid lionhood bobbed confidently as he walked to the showers. He knew which stall he wanted.

He casually opened the door, walked in and closed it behind him. Marcus stopped and stared. The water poured openly from the tap. Together they left very little space.

Zavvy spoke underneath the running water, "I just want to talk."

Naked in a shower cubicle is not where the bull would have chosen a conversation. Marcus stumbled through his response, "Ugh...about what?"

"About how you're as much of a faggot as Roland is," Zavvy eagerly awaited the bull's response.

Marcus looked nervous, "What?" he said. He stepped as far away from the lion as he could. It wasn't far.

"Come on, Marcus. I know your type. The way you went after Roland the other day, that wasn't normal. You're mad that he finally gets to have what you so desperately want, to suck cock and fuck men."

"No-" Marcus tried to respond. The water was the only thing separating his nude body from the lion's.

"I can tell from a mile away, Marcus. You can't lie to me and you should stop lying to yourself. Come on, you seem like the kind of guy who'd love to hold another man by the hips, press your cock just underneath his tail and enter his body. Have him moan underneath you as you slowly pump your meat into him. And by the looks of it, you got a lot of meat, too. You seriously trying to tell me you don't want another boy moaning underneath you as you pump him full?"

Zavvy was so matter of fact, Marcus tried to stop the lion's words from penetrating his mind but there was little he could do. His words went into his ears, into his blood and into his cock. He felt himself swell between his legs, Zavvy noticed too.

"You can imagine it, can't you. Sliding your thick bull meat in and out of some whimpering boy, stretching him around your swollen girth, having him goad you on as he contracts around you. It would make you feel powerful, wouldn't it? To feel another man cum around your cock?" Zavvy turned around, leaned against the shower stall wall, stretched his lithe feline body and hiked his tail ever so slightly, watching the bull out of the corner of his eye.

Marcus stared voraciously. He looked over Zavvy's well toned ass and got a glimpse of his little pink asshole hiding underneath his tail and in between his athletic butt cheeks and lower down, peeking out from between his legs, his cream coloured scrotum. Marcus continued to harden, his cock swelled and lifted forward and up. He marvelled at Zavvy's backside, how beautiful the white lion actually was, and how willingly he posed for him as the water slowly soaked into his fur only accentuating the feline's musculature.

Zavvy kept his eye on Marcus' increasing arousal. The water continued to pour around them, the rest of the goings on in the locker room seemed to fade behind the sound of rushing water. Marcus, entranced, placed a hand on Zavvy's hip.

The white lion turned around and pressed his hand into Marcus' fracture. The bull winced and moved back a step. Zavvy followed and stepped under the water, it quickly soaked through his mane and platted the rest of his fur to his toned body. Marcus, though larger in size, felt small in the presence of the assertive predator.

"Come on, Marcus! Or maybe you'd rather wrap your mouth around another man's rock hard dick, huh? Move your lips up and down his shaft, have him hold onto your horns, call you dirty names? Would you like that, instead?" The lion looked down at the bull's erection now at full attention and pulsing impatiently. "Let's be honest, between the two of us, you're the one that's fully ready to fuck."

Marcus' erection was getting painful as Zavvy's words were playing havoc with his mind. The lion, too, was showing arousal, his member was swelling but still flaccid and fully encased in his sheath.

"I'll tell you what, use your mouth, make me cum and I'll let you do whatever you want with me," Zavvy said slyly.

The lion let the bull consider his proposition. Marcus's gaze flitted between the tiled floor and Zavvy's engorging manhood. The bull didn't trust the white lion for a second but his heart and cock were pounding at the thought his fantasy was about to become very real.

Zavvy was intent on breaking him and he knew he was almost there. Marcus' aching cock had already made it's decision and Zavvy knew the rest was soon to follow. Marcus stood there in disbelief, torn between his nervousness and his lust. He wanted to run but too afraid to push past the lion.

"Come on, Marcus. Get on your knees," Zavvy ordered.

The bull had no other choice. If he couldn't escape he'd have to comply. Slowly and careful of his injury he bent his knees and lowered himself onto the ground, lowering one knee to the wet tiles then the other. Zavvy smiled maliciously, aroused by his power as much as the imminent sexual act.

"Give me your hands," Zavvy told the bull, the bull complied.

Zavvy placed the bull's dark brown hands on his white hips. Marcus just let it happen, when Zavvy released his hands the bull just held them there on his own, staring at the lion's perfect white sheath nestled above his smooth, cream scrotum.

"Go on," the lion said. "Give it a nudge."

Marcus just went for it, he stuck his nose in the crease between Zavvy's swelling penis and plump testicles. He inhaled deeply and his hands quivered.

"Good boy," he encouraged.

Marcus slowly came to terms with the situation, he pressed his tongue out where the lion's testes met his sheath and tasted him - it was just what he imagined. He moved in for another lick, and another. The stimulation encouraged Zavvy's cock out of it's sheathe and in turn encouraged Marcus. The fleshy part of Zavvy's cock was pushing forward growing larger in size than Marcus would have thought. Marcus licked up the lion's shaft, his tongue flicked off the lion's tip. Zavvy watched as erection grew thicker and harder until he was sporting his pride in its fullest.

Marcus dragged his tongue up the barbed shaft one last time before he slowly moved up to position the lion's growing shaft directly in front of his mouth. He looked down the barrel of Zavvy's manhood then thrust his head forward and fully enveloped the lion's hard and assertive shaft into his mouth. The water buffalo let out a subtle grunt as he quietly sucked on the lion, he pressed his tongue upwards and closed his eyes. Slowly he dragged himself off the lion coaxing an audible exhale from the dominant cat. He leaned his head in and again slowly pulled it back. Between his own legs his bull cock was rock hard and pulsing.

Zavvy let out a pleasured exhale and let the bull do his work. "Damn, Marcus, so far so good."

The lion could feel his stiffness twitch in the buffalo's mouth as Marcus suckled on him. The water falling from the shower tap kept the two awash, Marcus closed his eyes to keep the water out.

The feline spire was proudly erect, Marcus braced himself and worked his head backward and forward. His strong hands gripped the lions hips then slid them around to feel the lion's firm buttocks, pulling Zavvy's groin towards him. If he hadn't been sucking dick then, he was now. His eyes stayed closed, the odd slurp escaping his wet lips as his head bobbed enthusiastically. Saliva began to build up on the bottom of Zavvy's shaft and drip down the sides of Marcus' jowls.

Zavvy was beginning to fall victim to the bull's ministrations. He rested his hands on the bulls horns and wrapped his fingers around them, relaxing into it, his lower abdomen undulated gently in time with the bull as he started to fuck his mouth, "Fuck, you're better at this than I expected."

Zavvy could feel his pleasure building, his cock was rock hard and the bull was having a field day. Marcus had disappeared to another world that consisted only of his mouth and the lions meaty erection.

Zavvy leaned back against the shower panel, in his pleasure knocking the tap and turning the water off. The raucous sound of showers and athletes filled the air. But down in the stall, Marcus kept his hands firmly attached to the lion's ass as he worked the feline cock with his mouth, sucking and slurping with no regard for the world around him. Zavvy watched the bull work, his strong and thick bovine tongue made an incredible tool for fellatio.

The lion lifted a hand and grabbed the top of the door, slipping away into the pleasure from the bull whose mouth he was fucking. Marcus never missed a beat, his eyes were half closed but what did show was completely glazed over. Every time he enveloped the lion's shaft he rotated his muzzle so slightly giving the lion a bit of extra pleasure, he felt every individual feline barb with his muscular oral appendage.

Zavvy's breathing intensified, his mouth fell open as Marcus kept his pace up.

"Ugh, Marcus. If rugby doesn't work out for you you've got something to fall back on. Too bad cock sucking's not a class you can take 'cause you'd definitely get an A."

Marcus' ears flattened submissively against his head but he kept up pace like a good soldier. Zavvy couldn't lie, it was the best blowjob he'd ever had. The bull was a natural and the lion wasn't going to keep that to himself.

"Fuck, your mouth was meant for this, you suck cock like a champ. Does this run in your family? You should teach the girls how to do this!"

Zavvy felt the pleasure building, his attention was fully fixed on his cock. The bull's natural talent was paying off. Zavvy gave in to the pleasure, his chest heaved and his hips rocked as pleasure invaded his mind. Marcus kept up the pace, the lion was slowly losing control. Zavvy bit his lip and let out the quietest of moans and came.

He felt it on the roof of his mouth, Marcus moaned around the lion's thick, hard erection as it fired seed into him. He kept his lips moving forward and back along the lion's shaft as thick lion cum, jet after jet, filled his mouth. The bull kept his momentum and took each load as it came, swallowing all the evidence of the act.

Zavvy kept the gentle rhythm with his hips, his jaw opened slightly as he the athlete swallowed his orgasm. As the lion's pleasure started to subside and Marcus finally begin to slow, eventually letting Zavvy's cock slide out of his mouth leaving a small globule of cum sitting on his bottom lower lip. The lion spoke up in a ragged breath, "Fuck, Marcus! You finished me off clean like a professional! You know how many girls' noses I've seen my cum come out of? You were cut out for this, I can tell you that! You should show the rest of your team what you can do!"

The bull opened his eyes and looked up right into the camera of Zavvy's cellphone. The lion had been recording, since when Marcus didn't know, but he knew Zavvy definitely captured the moment when the bull swallowed another man's cum.

And then the bell rang.

"Oh, well, that's terrible timing, Marcus. I'm supposed to meet someone after the last bell." Zavvy tapped his phone and ended the recording. "I guess you won't get any of this lion ass after all! Oh, and if you even look at Roland again I will show this video to everyone."

Zavvy swiftly opened the stall door and backed out, Marcus attempted to pursue but couldn't due to the rock hard impediment between his legs. He sat back down on the wet tiles, the full extent of his experience was crashing down on him. He just sucked off another guy... And loved it. And here was, with a belly full of cum and his cock uncontrollably jutting out in front of him. He licked up the last droplet of cum, wrapped his fingers around his girth and began to stroke.

***

"Can I drive you home?" That familiar voice struck Roland hard across his ears.

"Do I have a choice this time?" the cervine replied.

Zavvy wrapped his arm around his friend, "Yeah, you do! But I really would love the company if you'd be so kind to oblige."

"Yeah," Roland said. The white lion's damp, matted mane signalled to Roland that something was awry.

The two walked to Zavvy's car, the sleek sedan stood out amongst all the other vehicles. Whenever it arrived or departed it always drew eyes. Zavvy jumped in the driver's seat and Roland took the passenger's. Zavvy started the car and let the engine hum while he tapped away on his phone for a few seconds, Roland waited patiently.

Right before putting the car in reverse and pulling out of the lot, Zavvy held his phone out to Roland, "Here," he said, "take a look at this."

"What?" Roland said as he took the phone, a video cued - he just needed to tap the play chevron in the middle of the screen.

"Watch it," Zavvy said.

The white-tail tapped the phone. The raucousness of the showers immediately blasted through the phone's speakers. Shouts and the like jumped around the car as Zavvy pulled out onto the road. But the real eye catcher was the very familiar looking bull suckling on sizable feline spire like a starving calf. Roland stared at the screen blank faced, he held an expression even Zavvy couldn't read. The lion furtively kept an eye on his friend out of the corner of his eye.

Roland just watched as Marcus sucked with a special kind of enthusiasm. He finally spoke up, "Is that you?" But he knew that, already.

"It is," Zavvy replied.

Roland assumed his silence and continued to watch. A torrent of emotions coursed through him. Anger at the fact Marcus had the gull to abuse him for his sexuality. Jealousy at the fact the bull got to suck off the lion that routinely taunted his erotic dreams. Arousal at the fact he was watching a sexual act he wanted to be both a giver and receiver of. He watched to the very end when he heard Zavvy gently announce his climax and Marcus swallow it down without missing a beat - then the video abruptly ended.

Roland just stared at the final frozen frame before saying, "They really shouldn't allow phones in school."

Zavvy chuckled at the response. "Suffice to say you can expect Marcus to leave you alone from now on. And you're welcome."

Roland was still bewildered by the situation. "You said you weren't into guys."

"I'm not, but a blowjob's a blowjob. Besides, it was fun to take that bitch down notch!"

Roland measured every word. "You think maybe-"

"No," Zavvy said. His tone softened, "Roland, I wouldn't want things to get weird between us. I like what we have."

Roland wasn't quite sure what it was they did have. The white-tail had been charged with the lion's induction and now he was standing by, complicit, as Zavvy toyed with everyone's lives.

They arrived at Roland's, Zavvy parked and cut the engine. He turned his head, he had a look of compassion that Roland didn't think was possible. "Just know, Roland, that you're not the only one. And not only will Marcus not bother you anymore, he's going to make sure the rest of the team doesn't either."

Roland sat there slightly aroused but also with a heavy heart. He finally spoke up, "Yeah. Thanks, Zavvy."

The lion patted the deer's thigh before he got out and shut the door. Zavvy restarted his car with a quiet thrum and drove off.

Epilogue

Marcus walked sullenly down the school hallway, his gaze stayed on the floor a couple steps ahead, he wished he was invisible. His team was practising but he still had a few more weeks before he was permitted to play again. By now, word had spread about his abuse of his classmate and it seemed he'd finally fallen from grace in the eyes of the student body. On top of that, the whole team was losing practice time to attend anti-bullying and non-discrimination workshops as ordered by Principal Thundurik. And if that weren't punishment enough, it was made worse by the fact that if his academic performance didn't improve by then he'd be kicked off the team.

His sister had laughed off his request to help him with his school work, likely a combination of her already busy schedule and not believing he was actual serious, which left him with but one option. Never in his life did the bull think he'd finding himself in this situation but never in his life had he felt so desperate. His life was on the cusp of collapse, all because of one stupid lion.

He arrived at the door, a sign had been placed above the room placard, shame washed over him.The Homework Club, it said. Marcus turned the handle and opened the door. His day just got worse.

The room was empty, except for one student, Roland Emerson, who looked up in as much shock as the bull felt. The two stared at each other for a moment, Marcus standing in the doorway, Roland sitting at a desk with his books. Roland should have felt a pang of fear but the water buffalo just looked so pathetic that any sense of potential danger blew away with the breeze.

Marcus took a step into the classroom, moving through Roland's permissive silence. The bull had hoped beyond hope that it was someone else running the club today but given his recent luck of course it had to be the white-tail he'd beaten up the week before. He wondered if his presence here today would spark a retaliation from the white lion.

He sat down, Roland still staring at him. Half in amazement, half in contempt.

Marcus painfully broke the silence, "I need help with my homework," he said with voice of a small boy.

Roland was too polite to burst out laughing, he even felt a little bad for him. Nevertheless, as head of the homework club it was up to him to help students that needed help, and this one needed a lot.

Roland got up and took a chair adjacent to Marcus. Marcus felt even more humiliated with the cervine sitting right next to him. The two shared another moment of silence.

"I saw the video," Roland said.

Marcus didn't react, he just let the words press on his soul until he finally muttered, "But he said wouldn't show anyone."

Roland responded quickly, "Well, he showed me."

The two boys sat there in another moment of awkward silence attempting to analyze their emotions. Roland surprised them both, he placed a hand on Marcus', his long fingers wrapped daintily around the bull's thicker hand. He felt Marcus soften ever so slightly. The two sat there for a moment, their hands touching and suddenly feeling safe in each other's company.

"Get your books and show me what you need help with," Roland said.

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