Grandview High School, Chapter Seven: A Few Friends and a Shower Can Heal All Wounds
#8 of Grandview High School
Before I start I just want to thank my mate Jason for helping me throughout this entire story, Drawinglegend for writing the football game and Spretz for editing! Thanks guys! Without you, I probably still would be stuck... and now I present the next chapter of Grandview High School
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This story is a work of M/M furry sex fiction. Brand names belong to their rightful owners. All the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictitious, and unless mentioned here or previously, are copyrighted to Linkin Monroe 2009.
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Chris © Nathanwolf
Grandview High School, Chapter Seven:
A Few Friends and a Shower Can Heal All Wounds
The month of August went by fairly quickly, and with it, students became involved in many of the extracurricular activities the school offered. With the help of a letter of recommendation from his old coach and some pulled strings, Linkin Monroe found himself as the new quarterback for the varsity football team. Since he was new to the school team, his afternoons were spent on the field, practicing with his new teammates, who hadn't quite warmed up to the 'new guy'.
Practice ended well on the first Thursday in September, the team was pumped up for their first game that season on the following day. Coach Jonson, a puma, gave them permission to hit the showers after a long, hard practice. As they stumbled back into the gym, Linkin fell behind the group and walked in last. He sat down on a bench that was in the middle of a row of lockers and set his duffel beside him. He was still in a sulky mood. His busy afternoons hardly left him any time to think about Lashley, and if he thought about him on the field it would distract him from the game. Nude jocks passed him without a second glance as they headed toward the showers. The Doberman didn't notice them as he held his head in his paws and looked down at the concrete floor.
He wasn't sure how long he was staring at the floor before he noticed someone's shadow in front of him. He glanced up to see a massive seven foot tall lion in front of him, and standing behind him was a German shepherd. He recognized them as the wide receivers on the team, and by the looks on both their muzzles they meant business.
"Uh..." Linkin stammered as he looked at the two jocks. The lion was a living Adonis; tall, handsome, muscular and very cute. The shepherd was almost exactly the same - not quite as tall but what he didn't have in height he made up for in muscle. "What do you want?" he asked as gruffly as he could, shifting uncomfortably on the bench. He knew he wouldn't stand a chance against both of the furs if they decided to take a few swings at his muzzle; but then, why would they be picking a fight with him?
The lion spoke first, and the tone of his voice startled Linkin. "Yeah, I don't think I've properly introduced myself to the QB. Name's Jason," he said as he stuck his paw out to shake Linkin's, "and this is Chris." Linkin glanced over his shoulder to see the German shepherd wave.
"Linkin," he replied curtly, already wishing they would leave him alone.
"Dawg, chill," Chris said coolly behind Linkin as he put his foot on the bench, hardly intimidated by the aggressive Doberman. "We're just trying to get to know you. You haven't been the friendliest dog to get close to. Something bothering you?"
It was true. Something was bothering him. It was the fact that he didn't have as much time to look for Lashley as he would've liked to. Linkin flicked his cropped ears back and glared at the sheppie, his hackles rising higher. "That's none of your business-"
"Actually it is our business," Jason butted in, leaning in closer to Linkin so that their muzzles were inches away from each other. He held Linkin's chin in his paw and raised a brow as his muzzle parted open. His breath was cool and icy and caused Linkin to shiver from the exhale. He looked the lion in the eye. His outer iris was dark brown with a dark gold inlay before it darkening to the pupils. "Your performance out on the field is good, but a bit sloppy at times. Something is distracting you. The entire team wants to win the championship for a fourth straight year, and you're not gonna stop us. That's why Chris and I are. Linkin, you gotta get over whatever's bothering you because it isn't helping you or any of us one bit."
Linkin blinked at the feline's bluntness and stared at him for a second before lowering his head. "It's...it's not that easy. You wouldn't understand..." He put his face into the pads of his paws and sighed. "Just leave me alone."
"Wouldn't understand?" Chris questioned as he stepped around the bench. "What in the world could possibly be so fucked up that it would make you think that? You may think you're some badass, special dog, but you're not. Hundreds of teens all over the world, not just in Grandview, face the same problems each and every day. It's called life, dawg. What did you do? Impregnate some bitch back where you came from?"
Jason waved a paw to silence his friend. "What he means to say is: you'd be surprised what we would understand," the look on his face was completely honest and sincere as the Doberman lifted his muzzle from his paws. A sly smile broke at the corners of the feline's mouth as he patted Linkin on the shoulder softly. Then Jason added, still smiling, "And, we're very, VERY understanding," He stepped back and dried his wet mane out with the towel in his paw. "Oh well... if you're not busy tonight Chris and I are hanging out at my house and we wouldn't mind if you tagged along with us after school."
Linkin flicked one of his ears as the lion offered the invitation. This was the first time someone really tried getting to know him since he moved to Grandview. Usually when someone approached him he would growl and brush them away, and they would stay away from him. As Jason and Chris turned and disappeared behind the row of lockers Linkin clenched his fists, digging his short claws into his pads. 'Why am I being such an ass?!' he questioned in his mind. Was he scared that he would ruin his and Lashley's relationship if he hung out with other guys? How could it possibly ruin it? He got up and tried looking for either Jason or Chris but he couldn't find them. Sighing, Linkin headed for the showers to wash off the sweat on his body.
***
After the final period bell rang, school was dismissed and everyone clamored outside. Grandview High was located on top of a tree covered hill. The leaves on the trees were slowly turning colors, a sign that the fall season was rapidly approaching. Linkin exited out the front entrance and started walking slowly down the steps towards the parking lot where school buses were waiting to pick up the teens who couldn't afford to drive their own vehicle. Linkin still didn't have his own car; Michelle wouldn't hear of it whenever he asked her. Instead he would have to sit for an hour on a stone wall that surrounded the base of the hill and wait to be picked up after she picked up his younger brother Max.
The Doberman watched fellow students get on the yellow buses and disappear behind the hill's bend. He grumbled and reached into his pocket and retrieved his iPod Touch. While he stuck one in-ear headphone into his ear he looked down at the mp3 player to see what song he was going to listen to first. He was about to insert the other headphone when he heard the loud obnoxious sound of a car horn honk. His head snapped up instantly, and he didn't have to look for long to find the one responsible.
The lion that had introduced himself earlier as Jason pulled up to the curb in a black 2009 Nissan Maxima, and the German shepherd, Chris, sat in the front seat. The windows already down, he opened the sunroof allowing the students around that area to hear the loud stereo system. Linkin didn't recognize the happy-go-lucky tune coming from the radio, its performer singing in falsetto.
"Yo, LINK! DAWG!" the German shepherd hollered from the passenger's side seat as the car stopped in front of the Doberman. "C'mon! Hop on in!"
Linkin just stared at the two in surprise. 'What are they doing?!' Linkin panicked, 'Didn't I tell them I wasn't going to hang out with them?' Every student around them looked at Linkin, as if they were expecting him to go along with the two jocks. Time seemed to freeze, although the song could still be heard in the back of his mind. Linkin knew he was trapped; he had to go with them. He hopped off the wall and headed for the car, removing the lone earbud. Putting iPod into his pocket, he wrenched the door open and easily hopped onto the backseat. Chris whooped and hollered, drum rolled with his paws on the dashboard as Jason stepped on the gas pedal and pulled away from the school.
Chris immediately looked back at the Doberman and grinned, "Glad you could join us on our afternoon and evening of devious fun, dawg. I promise you won't regret coming with us."
"I'm starting to regret it already," Linkin mumbled as Jason turned onto the main road and sped up.
Jason glanced back. The aviator-wearing lion grinned and then returned to watching the road. "Yeah, he's gonna have fun. I can tell. It's clearly written all over his pretty red muzzle."
"Mahogany," corrected Linkin quickly. It was common for someone to mistaken his unique color, but it wasn't red.
"Mahogany, my bad." Linkin could see the lion eyes smiling at him through the shades of his glasses in the rearview mirror. Jason just kept grinning and started singing along with the song that was playing, "... head down, swayin' to my own sound, flashes in my face now. All I know is: Everybody loves me! Everybody loves me!" it made Linkin smile because the lion sang like he didn't care what the two canines sitting in the car thought, because it didn't matter. He was good at singing!
"Damn," Linkin laughed as the song ended. "You're a really good singer."
Jason threw his head back and laughed with Linkin, showing off his sharp white teeth. His long auburn mane flowed freely like a field of wheat on a windy day. If Linkin hadn't sat on the right side of the backseat he would've had the mane tickling his muzzle. It looked so soft and beautiful. Linkin guessed that the lion took really special care of it. He wanted to reach out and touch it, run his fingers through it.
The remainder of the car ride was spent laughing and having a fun time singing excitedly as wind rushed into the car. It was a couple of minutes later when Jason pulled up into his neighborhood, full of normal housing developments. He parked in the driveway of a light beige colored house, a beside a white 2008 Honda Civic just to his side. The three teens got out of the car and walked into the house.
"HEY MOM!" Jason shouted as he entered the foyer. Kicking off his shoes on a mat to the side, he walked down the hallway to the kitchen. The smells of something cooking wafted into the three noses of the teens walking in. "We're here!"
'Mom!' Linkin paused and quickly reached into his pocket and sent a quick text to Michelle telling her not to pick him up and that he would be home late. He didn't bother checking the reply.
Jason led them into the small kitchen where his mother was just taking out freshly baked cookies from the stove. She was a lean lioness and had very slim features. She wore a pink apron with sunflowers all over it over the simple maroon blouse and jeans. She kissed her son's cheek as he walked in past her. After smiling at Chris, she looked at Linkin in surprise as he stepped hesitantly into the kitchen.
"Oh," she smiled at the Doberman as he bit his lip. "Who is this, Jason?"
"That's Linkin, the new fur and QB in school. I told you about him remember?" Jason grabbed a chip from a red bowl that was on the counter and popped it into his muzzle. "I invited him over to hang out since he's been a loner at school. You know how it is, leaving all your friends and memories behind when you move? So yeah, did we get the movie rentals in the mail today?"
"We got a couple of them, one of which was that movie that just came out a week or so ago... Umm..." she thought a moment and then said, "I believe it was called, 'Intersteller'."
"You're kidding!" Jason grinned and went through a pile of mail, searching for the mailed-in movies. He found what he was looking for and punched the air. "Sweet...! We're definitely watching this later tonight! But first... who's up for some video games?"
The three of them sat in the family room in front of the massive 40" LED HDTV playing a zombie shooter game on the Xbox 360. Jason only had two controllers so they traded them around and had a good time shooting and decapitating zombie heads, brains and guts. Jason's mom, Mrs. Amora kept bringing all of them snacks and soda which they devoured quickly until 9 o'clock chimed on the grandfather clock in the foyer. That's when she went to bed and told the boys they were on their own. An hour later, Chris gave up playing and gave the controller to Linkin, content to watch them fail on the finale of a campaign.
A couple of hundred zombies later Jason leapt off the couch and loaded the DVD. During the previews, they each popped themselves a bag of microwaveable popcorn and got comfortable on the couch to watch the movie. It was a science-fiction film where the military creates a secret army of super soldier hybrids from aliens and different fur DNA. It was very good and had amazing visual effects. Halfway through it, however, Chris got an interrupting phone call from his mother, telling him to come home for his curfew. The German shepherd said good night to Jason and Linkin before he left.
The two sat on the couch in front of the TV, both too entranced by the movie to notice each other or the time. It was one of the best movies that Linkin had ever seen. The story was thrilling and many times throughout the movie, whether it was an explosion or intense scene, the Doberman would jump and yelp as he curled up on the couch. Every time he did that, Jason would burst out laughing seeing the easily frightened canine. Neither of them noticed that every time the Doberman was startled he would move gradually over the smooth velvety cushions toward the lion. By the end of the movie Linkin was sitting right next to Jason. Jason had seen the Doberman sitting next to him a couple minutes before, but didn't want to say anything to him. He thought that Linkin was the cutest dog he'd ever set his eyes upon and he didn't know why but every time he looked into his blue eyes it made his heart flutter. He enjoyed the closeness of the other male. He bit his lip and tried to think of something to say. If only the Doberman were interested in guys... he might say something flirtatious. 'Hell, even if he's not,' Jason thought. 'I'd still let him fuck my brains out...' He turned his head to the side and whispered in Linkin's cropped ear, "Weren't you on the other side of the couch earlier?"
Flicking his ear at the soft blowing of the lion's breath as he spoke, Linkin turned to face Jason and found himself eye to eye and an inch away from touching noses with the lion. In that long moment he stared into those two brown orbs that reflected the light from the credits on the screen. But that wasn't what attracted his gaze. It was the sparkling brilliant gold flakes in his iris which were visible in the dark. It caused his body temperature to spike and his heart race. Linkin swallowed and breathed in slowly, trying to calm his pounding chest. His mind was fuzzy, and he wasn't sure what to do next.
Just as he was about to look away the garage door opened. Standing there was a feline that Linkin recognized from a school meeting he had attended a week before school had started. It was the principal of Grandview High. Linkin blushed hard, unsure if the older lion had seen them so close to each other. He twiddled his thumbs as Jason jumped up and leaping lithely over the back of the couch, acting all casual as if nothing had happened - which it hadn't.
"Hey dad!" he grinned and leaned against one of the high rise chair around the dinner table. "How was your meeting?"
Mr. Amora didn't say anything, or even acknowledge Linkin was there. Instead he stood there, wearing his brown suit and squinted at his son. He grunted and yawned. "Too long... I'm going to bed... Good night son. Don't be up too much later. You've got a game tomorrow, remember?"
"All right Dad, you get a good night's sleep too!" Jason chuckled softly as he watched his father go up the stairs. Sighing, he turned to face Linkin who was looking over the couch. "Well, that went well, don't you think?" he said laughing. "He probably thinks we're dating now..." Jason smiled to himself, looking at the canine to see his reaction from the corner of his eye as he pushed himself off the chair and headed into the kitchen.
It took Linkin two seconds to realize what Jason had said. He sprang from the couch as if a needle had poked him in his butt, and lost his nerve. "W-wait, what did you just say?!" he nearly shouted.
'Perfect,' Jason's mind clicked as soon as those words slipped from Linkin's muzzle. In a flash the lion was in front of him, almost touching noses again. "Shhh..." he whispered quietly as he stared keenly into the Doberman's eyes. "They won't have to know..."
This time Linkin could smell Jason's scent. It smelled so good... He inhaled through his sensitive nose and found himself getting goosebumps on his arm under his short fur. "Uhh..." he mumbled. What was he to say?
"Because you know... we were this close when he walked in... and you didn't pull away... and I have a bit of hist-" Jason cut himself off and blushed. "But yeah... don't sweat it, pup, I'm just playin' around. He's the biggest hard ass in the world that pretends not to care." He turned around and returned to the kitchen to get a glass of water, his four foot long tail swaying back and forth, as if inviting the Doberman to follow behind.
It was then that Linkin felt his hard on pulsing in his jeans. He blushed hard and looked around for something with which to hide it. Spotting the pillows on the couch he sat back down and plopped one of them over his lap.
Unbeknownst to Linkin, Jason could sense the canine's hormones spike, his musk rise. It was nearly overpowering as he walked into the kitchen. He grinned and gulped the water down in a second. Now all he needed was an ideal location and the privacy. He set the glass down and looked over at the blushing Doberman. "Well, it's getting late and I better get you home."
Linkin nodded and smiled, still trying to contain his throbbing cock. "All right." He got up, expertly shifting his crotch so his hard on wasn't so visible. He followed Jason out the front door and to his car. Outside, the air was cool, and there was a slight breeze.
The ride to Linkin's house was quiet for the most part. Both teens had the same thoughts running through their heads, and it made the atmosphere very awkward. Jason could see the massive bulge in Linkin's crotch and he licked his muzzle nervously. Sure he had seen it in the showers at school, but not when the packaging was buried under clothes! He shifted as his sheath tingled, trying hard not to stare at it. It was too damn hot not too! He fought desperately to think of something to say. Finally he blurted out, "Ready to win your first Grandview game tomorrow big dog?" He cursed himself in his mind for saying that, but secretly hoped that Linkin was a 'big' dog.
"Yeah I am," Linkin managed to say. "We're gonna win for sure. Just be open when I pass the winning catch to you."
Deathly silence once more.
"Well thanks for having me over today," Linkin sputtered out a minute later. "I had a lot of fun getting to know you and Chris. You two are really cool. I wouldn't mind hanging out again if you wouldn't mind... Oh, you turn left here."
Jason turned the steering wheel and smiled. "Yeah, no problem. It was Chris' idea after all. He's a great dog. A little crazy at times, but it's what makes him so cool."
"Hey, what you said earlier..." Linkin bit his lip, should he spill his guts out now? "You said that I'd be surprised about what you'd understand... what did you mean by that?"
Smiling, Jason looked over at Linkin, his eyes twinkling gold. "Sometimes we think we know who someone is, it isn't really who they are, and I'm open minded enough to find out just who they are exactly."
"Hmmm..." Linkin considered what the lion said for a minute and then realized that they were just about to reach his street. "Turn here." He pointed at the street.
Jason made the turn and pulled up into the Monroe's residence. Linkin got out of the car and waved goodbye to the lion as he walked up the front porch. Once inside he looked around. The house was dark and quiet and it appeared that everyone was sleeping. He tiptoed upstairs to his room and turned on his desk lamp. He locked his door, stripped himself of his restraining clothes, flopped down on his chair and grabbed his dick, still hard from the drive. The Doberman grunted and gritted his teeth as he pawed himself off ferociously.
His knot had not yet fully swelled to its bulbous size, yet he growled as pre started spurting out of his slit and onto the carpet. "The lion... so damn fffffuckin'... hot and sexy... what the hell... how did he do that.... Grrrr...." He felt his climax coming. He tugged his sheath down past his knot and fake tied himself. Bucking his hips desperately, he bit his lip as his orgasm peaked and exploded all over the floor in front of him. He collapsed to his knees panting and held up his spunk covered paw. His insides felt like a fiery furnace, his blood quickly flowing through his veins, his chest still heaving. That was one of his fastest orgasms ever, and it felt damn good too. He wrapped the paw around his red cock once more and gave it a few gentle pulls, milking it of cum that didn't quite make it out. Yawning, the tired Doberman climbed into his bed naked, not caring about the drying cum on the floor or in his fur and fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Jason arrived back at his house and, after retiring to his bedroom, removed his clothes and sat down at his desk. Taking his cock in both his paws, he started stroking himself off slowly, purring at the feel of his soft paw pads on his member. He turned his computer monitor on and opened a folder he had updated daily for the past month. Plugging his phone into the program, the lion synced the new photos he had taken that day. He dragged them into the folder and smiled as he browsed though his collection of pictures of Linkin that he had taken in the locker room. Each one was unique and sexy in their own way. The butt shots with his cute stub above that tightly toned ass... his plump sheath and heavy balls... his slim muzzle...
He moaned as his cock jerked and shot pre into the air. Jason moaned and let his head fall back as he stroked faster, tugging on his balls with one paw. He looked down at his cock causing his long mane to fall in front of his face. He brushed it aside behind one ear as he started to squeeze right below his mushroom cock head. That always got him off fast and felt the amazing. Soon he grunted and growled as he thrust his hips forward and shot his load on his desk. Panting, the feline lapped up his cum and purred at the sweet taste of his own seed. His cock slid slowly into the protection of his sheath and pulling on a pair of his favorite boxers, Jason got into his bed and closed his eyes with a smile, two words running through his mind... One day.... One day...
***
That one day happened to be the next day. The school was excited the first game of the football season and it seemed most, if not all of the students would be attending the game that night. Loud cheers and whistling muffled by metal sifted through the shut locker room door next to the field, causing the team of Grandview High to fidget with anticipation. Jason was taller than most the other furs on the team, standing at seven feet tall. His mane was pulled back into a tight, doubled back ponytail so it would fit into his helmet when the time came to put it on. One thing the lion knew was that his mane was considered part of his uniform, and that the other team could use it to pull him to the ground if they wanted. As he looked over the football team, he noticed how segregated they were. The defensive line sat opposite the offense line in the locker room. Even the species congregated together, separated partially from the others not of their type. Things had changed a lot since the previous year. Jason noticed Linkin standing alone in the dark corner of the room, leaning against the wall, staring over the team a t nothing in particular. As his eyes turned and met Jason's gaze, the lion smiled and nodded encouragingly, making the Doberman blush a bit as he nodded back before looking away.
Quiet murmurs wafted around the tight room among the small separated groups of furs. Jason's hearing was exceptional as he picked up bits of each conversation apart, knowing who was saying what and when. A skunk from defense: "Hope this team's as good as everyone thinks it is". A buck from offense: "He'd better have the sense to pass me the ball", motioning his antlers in Linkin's direction. Several other things were being said, each having to do with someone else on the team. The back of Jason's mane bristled at the thought of his team not being a team, and at that thought, he stood up on the bench next to the lockers and roared so loud, most of the team ducked and covered their sensitive ears and glared at the lion.
"Now that's enough!" he growled loudly, quieting the rising voices of protest. Jason was the only lion on the team, and one of only 6 in the whole school. Because of their scarcity of numbers, lions were held in higher regard than most of the other species at the school. Their strikingly beautiful features and strong, yet gentle demeanor also make them an easily respectable species. The team quieted down and stared at the wildness in Jason's eyes, no one daring to cross him.
"What the hell is your problem!?" he asked with piercing ferocity, casting his eyes to the different members of the team. Seeing that they didn't know what he was talking about, he spoke again. "What does it mean to be a team?" He paused, seeing the comprehension settle across the room. "We're supposed to be a family. That's what football is all about. It is not a question of how good we are alone; the question is how well we all work together."
Linkin couldn't believe his ears. Here in this confusing world where no one cared one cent about anybody else, this lion demanded the respect of an entire team. And they gave it to him! The Doberman stared with wonder as Jason spoke with mesmerizing authority and influence to this horde of different furs. He noticed they all had the same look of awe in their faces.
Jason spoke of when he was a young cub; growing up far from anyone he could call a friend. How his family was the only source of strength he had to draw from, and how powerful that source was. Because they worked together, he and his family had overcome more than most furs could ever imagine. He started pacing back and forth across the bench, using his paws and strong arms to accent his words. After drilling into the heads of the jocks the importance of being a family, he asked them to take a knee, which they did without question. He then sat down on the bench and looked over the crowd of inspired eyes.
"This day marks the beginning of our third year of amazing seasons, and amazing seasons to come. We will not quit. We will not lose. We will face whatever they have to throw at us, chew on it, and spit it back a million times more than they can dish. This is our time. OUR moment. We start great, we end great. And we're gonna send those pack of sorry pups squeelin' home! ARE YOU WITH ME!?!" He roared and stood up, throwing his fist in the air.
***
Linkin's ears were still ringing as he took his spot as captain in the middle of the huddle on the field. The roars, barks, squeals, and other cacophony of animal calls after Jason's pep talk had sent shivers down his spine and shook the floor below his feet. 'He sure can talk,' the Doberman thought to himself as he looked around at his team, their eyes focused on him, smirks placed on their faces. They now had the confidence they needed. He only hoped he could lead them to the victory Jason had set on so high a landmark.
"All right, bring it in, bring it in," Jason ushered the furs closer with his beefy arms, pulling the huddle together around their captain. As his muzzle came closer to Linkin, he brushed it against his cheek and whispered in the dog's cropped ear, "Knock 'em dead capt'n." He then winked and nodded, making the dobie blush. Linkin cleared his throat and gathered his nerves as the tight circle of jocks surrounding him quieted to silence.
"I have no fancy words or inspirational speeches to compare with Jason's," he began sheepishly. He paused and looked the lion in the eyes, forcing himself to find strength in them. He was surprised how easily it came to him the moment Jason matched his gaze, smiling almost lovingly back. "But I will say this." He stood up straight and snarled with a smile, "West Ridge High never stood a chance."
The sound that followed mimicked that of the one Jason had stirred in the locker room. Only this time, the noise had a distinctive Dobermans howl added to it. The crowd in the stands quieted for a moment in shock at this display then promptly joined in.
It was then that the crowd grew silent again looking at the Doberman. Their muzzles began to chatter noisely as the word spread of the new quarterback. It seemed pressure swept across Linkin, pressure from the fact that these furs expected Linkin to perform well enough to win the game! Thoughts raced inside his head and Jason's inspiring words soon left Linkin's mind and replaced with worry and doubt. He didn't want to be a failing captain. He didn't want to be a failing fur to Chris and Jason.
Linkin quickly scanned the crowed looking for his dad and little brother. He didn't bother checking to see if his step-mom was in amongst them. He just checked for his real family. He didn't see them, and felt cold inside. He was watched by strangers, strangers that questioned his talent as quarterback. They didn't think twice to say to themselves, let's support our new QB. No... they had their doubts, and low hopes.
He would prove them wrong. Linkin clenched his paw tightly, causing his knuckles to crack.
"Nervous?" a voice said coolly behind Linkin, startling the Doberman. "Yeah, I would be too. The whole crowed is watching, wondering if our new quarterback is good enough for the big leagues. But don't worry pup... I'll be watching out for you."
Linkin turned around and was nose to nose with a seemingly muscular wolf leering back at him. The wolf had his bulky gear on, ready for the first big game of the season. Linkin recognized him from earlier practices and knew underneath his tight jersey, the black Adonis had a sculpted body, with a hard and perfect abdominals plastered on his torso. The wolf's fur bore a raven-black color. His bright, flashing set of yellow eyes that didn't keep off Linkin's frame. The wolf's wasn't fascinated by the Doberman, unlike the other furs at the school. He was instead full of loathing and jealousy and gave a look of abhorrence toward the canine. The wolf's head fur was cut low matching the length of the rest of his fur. Overall, at a glance Linkin thought the wolf was attractive, however, after meeting him, he realized this was not someone he did not want to get to know.
"The name is Devin O'Connor. Defense. I was just wondering... why do you spell your name L-I-N-K-I-N? You that dumb pup, momma dropped you on your head?" Linkin growled hostilely in his throat as his hackles rose quickly, not because of the insult about his name, but because of the comment about his mother. "Bah...no matter," Devin shrugged, "Don't fuck up dumbass." The wolf smirked, brushing past Linkin, giving him a hard encounter as their broad shoulders met. The wolf gave a small chuckle and, walking away to one of the cheerleaders, grabbed her butt, making her squeak and giggle uncontrollably.
Linkin eyed the wolf as anger spread throughout his body. His eyebrows furrowed. He wanted to hurt the wolf, badly. But he had to remain calm. He couldn't be dumb now! He couldn't waste his time and energy on this pup! He had to place his mental energy on the game! Taking a deep breath Linkin closed his eyes, and saw Lashley. He saw them on the yacht, when they slept together, the kangaroo's beautiful green eyes...Then their color shifted to brown and he was looking at Jason, who leaned closer to him as they sat on the couch the night before as his dad walked in.
"You okay, dawg?" a familiar voice said, pulling Linkin out of his thoughts as a firm paw upon his shoulder plate. "Wake up, Link! You gotta flip the coin!"
Linkin snapped out of his day dream, opening his eyes and looked at the German shepherd, Chris' face and muzzle covered by his helmet. "Right..." he mumbled, "The toss."
"So, QB!" another familiar voice made Linkin's ears twitch and his muzzle smile. The Doberman turned to see Jason walking up to him giving a pat on the other side of his back, "You ready to win this?" the lion smiled in return, showing off his teeth.
Linkin blinked, sighed, and looked at the crowed, "You want me to be like you, or totally honest?"
Jason frowned, crossing his arms together as he glared at the Doberman with a concerned look, "Are you saying I'm a liar?"
"I'm saying you're an optimist...same thing basically," Linkin joked. Putting on his helmet, he walked out onto the field as Jason narrowed his eyes and followed the Doberman.
Approaching the fifty yard line, the two met one of the referees as well as the other team's quarterback and player. The referee, a zebra, wore his regular stripped shirt, his whistle hanging from a thing metal chain. The zebra gave a nod to the Doberman and lion as they made their way to the center of the field.
"Ready for the flip?" he asked the players of Grandview. Linkin nodded and Jason gave him a thumbs up.
The QB on the other team walked over towards Linkin with a smile on his muzzle, "Hi!" the bull said. "The name is Balian Lebin. Heard you're the new quarterback! Hope we have a good game!" the bull held out his hoof-hand with a smile.
Linkin shook it. "Monroe. Linkin, Monroe. Nice to meet you."
"I'll let you call first!" Balian said with a smile that seemed to only grow wider every passing second. "Heads or tails?"
"Tails," Linkin said, turning to the zebra. Under the confines of his helmet, Jason smirked.
The Zebra flipped the coin into the air with his hoofed thumb. It free fell to the grass, and landed on heads. The zebra looked up to Balian, "Heads. Your call West Ridge High."
The bull nodded taking the pigskin from the zebra, losing his smile, "Our ball."
The zebra nodded, turned to the Doberman who was staring at the ground, "Monroe, which goal do you want your team to defend? Or where do you want your team to kick?"
"Right," Linkin said.
The Zebra gave a nod, grabbing a microphone from the side and turned it on, he looked at the crowed of chattering furs, "Quite down all!" the Zebra waited, and when the crowd's voices calmed he announced to the crowed of the situation of the teams, "West Ridge High will receive the kick, from Grandview High, where Grandview will defend their goal on the right. All right fellows, shakes hands, and best of luck!"
Jason and Linkin shook paws and hooves with the bull and his lackey before returning to the bench to prepare for the clash.
***
"Linkin, you're sitting this out till we get the ball," the puma barked at the Doberman. Linkin gave a nod as he walked over to the bench, sitting down and glancing at the bleachers behind him to see if he could spot his family supporting him. Unable to find them, Linkin turned and looked at Coach Jonson. The puma wore a black cap, a white sweat stained wife beater, varsity football shorts and a whistle around his neck that he seemed to take everywhere. The puma scratched the fur on his chin looking first at his team and then across the field where the coach from West Ridge stood before shouting, "Listen, they may have the ball and the advantage but our defense is strong!"
Devin and a few of his fellow linemen howled, roared, neighed and moo'ed.
"Quite it down! Quite down! Now... I want our defense strong, push them back! Get us the ball, either by an interception or fumble! Don't let them pass the 10 yard line - ever! When we get the ball, we can see what our new QB is made of in a real game!" After his last words as if seemed all eyes were on Linkin.
Linkin stared back at them, not turning his eyes away until his eyes rested on the coach, who continued, "This is a team boys! Work like one! I know these aren't the works of a football star...or coach, but it means a lot to anyone trying their effort!" He looked at his team as they watched him, "To give anything but your best... is to sacrifice the gift! And by god, you all have gifts, so don't waste it! Make use of it!"
The team cheered pumping their paws and hooves in the air. They then placed their paws in the middle of the circle together and cheered with a sound off. With a loud: "Let's go Grandview!" as if a chain reaction, the crowd went wild standing up clapping and whooping as the players rushed onto the field ready for battle. They put on their helmets, clapping to the beat of the band as they played in the stands.
Linkin frowned looking up at Coach Jonson. "Steve Prefontaine, sir?"
The puma's smile faded and glanced down at the Doberman sitting at the bench. "Aye." He nodded, realizing that the Doberman knew where the quote had come from.
The flag squad walked onto the field waving their flags of light blue and white. They paraded a picture of an eagle, with his face fierce, ready for to fight, just like its army, a team of teenage football players. The squad led the band which flooded off the stands into the field playing the national anthem. Everyone stared at the American flag waving in the wind not so far away, their paws placed on their chests as they stood.
The players of Grandview walked out on the field meeting West Ridge as the referee told them to shake hands, wishing each other good luck, but inside they wanted the other to fail, to mess up, leaving their team with an advantage of winning. Grandview walked to the right with the ball, ready to kick it to kingdom come as West Ridge walked to the left ready to receive the opening kick. Grandview walked to their side placing the ball down, held by a horse. The kicker stood back looking at the ball, focusing on his aim. His mission was to get the ball as far down the field as possible so that the team would use more energy and time to get the ball to their enemies' goal. That was his mission...
The kicker, a rabbit, took a deep breath and, running to the ball, slammed his foot under the football as it soared into the sky, spinning constantly. Gravity took over as the ball slowly fell down towards the field past the 40 yard line, the 30, and bounced off the turf at the 20. The ball finally landed with a thud in the arms of a wolf as the crowd responded with a cheer. It was a good start, and the cheering grew louder as West Ridge made their charge. With a long clash of plastic verses plastic, the furs of both teams met at the 30 yard line. The wolf holding the ball quickly made a sprint, trying to avoid player after player attempting to take him down. His hopes failed as he felt the wind taken from him as a tall lion pounced upon the wolf. The referee blew three sharp whistles as the teams separated back to their sides ready for the second play.
Jason smiled getting up looking at the wolf who moaned quietly holding the ball close to his chest. Jason gave a paw to the canine. The dog smiled accepting it as he hoisted himself up, "Nice tackle! You're really good!"
Jason smiled showing his pearly whites from under his helmet, "Thanks! Just a bunch of practice!"
The two went back to their lines. The quarterback of West Ridge went behind his team ready for the hike, ready for the pass, ready for the touchdown. The two teams met at the thirty yard mark, they slouched down taking their positions, the only sound they heard was from the cheers, encouragement, and yelling of their coaches. Otherwise, the only loud thing they heard was their own heavy breathing and heartbeats. Balin lowered his stance. He stood a little back from the hiker so his horns wouldn't jab right into his butt.
He gave his call, "Hutt, hutt! Hike!"
Grunts and roars were heard in the field and throughout the small stadium, as the two teams collided. They pushed against each other hoping to break the wall so one side could get to the quarterback and take him down as well as the ball. The other so they might make a touchdown - two forces wanting two different things, both refusing what the other wants. Balian looked around and smiled when he spotted a fox on their team who was open. He threw the ball perfectly into the paws of the fox, who froze as he stared at the ball he somehow managed to catch in his paws. A grin came to his muzzle, "I caught it! I can't believe I caught-" His moment was short lived as Devin took him down, snarling at him to stay down. The black wolf got up clenching his paws walking back to the line, ready to continue.
Linkin winced as he watched the fox lay there moaning as paramedics came onto the field to check the injured player. The wolf did a number upon the poor fox, who was taken off the field on a stretcher. The crowed clapped as a new player, a husky, entered wearing crimson and gold, smiling as his team gave him paw-fives.
"Dammit! O'Connor, Marshall, and Jefferson: be on their asses! Defense! Don't let them pass the 10 yard line! They already went half! Push them back! Push them back!" Coach Jonson roared jumping up and down.
O'Connor snarled his pointed black ears flattened against his back, "I got the tail lifter, didn't I, you fat fuck?" the wolf huffed under his breath.
West Ridges last try to get further past the 10 yard line had failed. It was a sign it wasn't the bull's night. Thus, the ball was handed over to Grandview! The crowd cheered again, louder than before. Grandview's defense has always been its advantage, and its recent plays were testament to the team's wall.
"Monroe! You're up!" Jonson yelled. The Doberman grinned, placed on his helmet as he got up from the bench. He was ready to jog out when he felt a paw on his shoulder. He turned staring to stare right back at the Coach. "Listen, Monroe. You got spunk! I've seen your tosses at practice and your last coach had nothing bad to say about you. You got a gift. I don't care what these fucktards say. You came here to win, not take a bunch of bullshit expectations from these rich snobs! Not only are you here to win, but enjoy the game of football! Throw a golden one! Now go! Stop standing, lazy dobie!"
Linkin only stared at his coach and gave a slight nod running into the field. He heard the announcers call out his number and name, causing a spark of chatter from the crowd. It placed pressure on Linkin, pressure he needed to play the game to the fullest. Yet it gave him stress. This time West Ridge kicked the ball. Soaring, making an arch in the sky, the ball returned to the turf, landing halfway between the 30 and 40 yard line. It was quickly picked up by a German shepherd. Chris made a run for it, his breathing matched to his pace. He saw one of West Ridge's larger players charging towards him. He gave a yelp, twisting his body avoiding the fur as he tackled nothing but air. Chris continued to run as fast as his feet would take him. He passed the 50 yard line heading to 40. The crowed stood up trying to get the best view they could possibly get of Chris. Their eyes winced as someone tackled the German shepherd. The crowed "ohh'd," imagining his bones being crushed as another fur joined the pile.
The furs got off the Shepherd, the canine jumped up, grinning as he continued to hold the ball. In response, and what the canine hoped for, the crowed jumped and banged their feet on the stands, a metal echo rining from the stands.
The furs gathered into their positions for the play. Linkin bent down raising his paws up waiting to call the hike, ready to make the pass. Both teams stood in position, the defense and the offense placed their paws on the grass looking at their opponents in the face. A few snarled: a few said nothing, just waiting for the call to begin and finish to start the attack. Linkin began the call. As the players tensed up, he finished it with the word that makes the players attack and kill. "Hike!" Linkin barked.
Both sides charged slamming into each other. Linkin felt and heard only his heard and his own thoughts. He stepped back, watching intently for someone that was open. He bit his lip as he saw an open buck. He was running making his way past the battle and into the open. "Stevens!" Linkin barked to get the buck's attention. He moved his arm meeting the ball with his ear, and, like a catapult, he launched his arm forward, snapping his wrist as the ball flew into the heavens. Linkin watched as the pigskin flew higher and higher.
Slowly the ball declined and Stevens pounded his hooves in the grass sprinting to the end-zone to receive. He had to catch the ball. The cervine lungs begged with him, pleaded for him to slow down, but he couldn't stop. He had to get there. His adrenaline kicked in and he jumped stretching his arms forward as his paws opened wide. With a hard thump the ball landed in his outstretched hands. But it wasn't over; he had to hold on to it. The buck fell, it was as if time slowed down, not wanting to let him hit the ground, before finally he tucked in and hit the turf.
It was a touchdown!
The crowed stood in surprise, before once again cheering and hugging one another as the announcers read the names of Monroe and Stevens, the two who worked together to earn the school 6 points! Linkin ran over to Stevens kneeling down, "Errr...you okay James?"
"Yeah... that was one impressive throw. Keep it up, dog," James panted smiling.
Linkin smirked and helped pull the deer up, still holding the ball. "Can't make any promises."
"Well...start making some!" James laughed.
Grandview lined up at West Ridge's goal, ready to kick a field goal for that extra point. The rabbit smirked looking at the ball ready to make the goal! He charged, kicked, and scored. The game now stood 7-0, Grandview's favor.
The ball went to West Ridge and tension grew in the team. Their performance earlier had been terrible and they knew it not just from the recent score but more importantly from the yelling of their coach. The ball was given to Grandview, and the kick was made. The team only made it to the 40 yard line, when their receiver was tackled by Devin, who gave his usual howl of victory. The two teams met on the line and when the hike was made by Balian, the clash began once more. The bull saw a teammate open and saw an opportunity. He threw the ball but it was caught by a horse in blue and white. The crowd roared as the equine rushed down the field. He didn't make it far before three West Ridge players tackled the bulky interceptor.
The ball went to Grandview for the interception putting Linkin back on the field. The crowed abandoned their whispers on the new quarterback. They cheered for Linkin's success, knowing their leader had talent, and, as sure as hell, he was gonna use it.
Jason walked over giving a pat on Linkin's shoulder, "Ready for another golden toss?"
"Just be open!" Linkin grinned wide as they huddled into a circle. Linkin gave them the play, and they concluded by clapping their paws and moving onto the line. They lined up, Linkin huffed to himself and called it, "Hike!" The ball was hiked and Linkin, almost immediately Jason was open. He arched his arm ready for the toss-BAM! Someone hit him like a semi truck. The Doberman felt his head hit against the ground, the body on top of him crushing him. The dog moaned as he felt the body get off him. For a moment everything was a blur but soon he came around, and saw Devin looming over him.
"Watch out next time, dobie boi," Devin laughed and held out a paw for Linkin. The Doberman hesitated but ended up grabbing it. As he began to lift himself up, Devin smirked and let go, letting Linkin collapsed back to the ground. Devin walked away, ready for the second play. Linkin snarled feeling rage flow through his veins.
Linkin prepared to leap to his feet when he saw a figure stand over him. He looked up seeing a paw. He took it and was soon face to face with Jason. Linkin blushed as he stood back up. "You okay?" Jason asked, the lion's voice sounded full of concern. "That looked like it hurt."
"I'm fine..." Linkin grinned, rubbing the back of his neck as he picked the ball up.
They lined up once more, and again Linkin was sacked, "What the hell is going on out there!" Coach Jonson roared from the sidelines. "Defense, protect your damn QB! Linkin get up! Get up!" the puma jumping up and down, making a few players step away from him. The third time Linkin was prepared, when the ball was hiked, Linkin backed up a few yards and saw Devin loosen his defense, letting the attacker through. He dodged the charging fur and saw someone open. He tossed the ball which was caught by Chris who darted for end zone. The canine, however, was taken down 20 yards away from the goal.
The game continued and Devin kept loosening his defense, giving the other team opportunities to sack Linkin. The Doberman was constantly on guard, constantly trying to avoid the onslaught of defensive players. Both sides made a touchdown in the first quarter, and the crowed knew that somewhere the defense was slipping, but overall they knew that their rumors of Linkin being a terrible quarterback were wrong. Each pass he made was perfect and managed to land in the paws of a receiver. He never stumbled and never missed. West Ridge picked up their game, realizing now that the new quarterback meant business. They picked up their attitude and spirits, bringing the score extremely close. Injuries continued, but spirits grew higher every passing minute. Replacement players were used on both sides. Everyone on both teams got to play this game.
The score at the end of the second quarter was 14-7, and then at the third it was 14-21. But with only ten minutes left in the fourth quarter, the score was left with 26-21, West Ridge's favor.
After eight minutes of both teams attacking each other, no one scored. Both teams were determined to win the first game of the season. With 2 minutes left, the ball was in Linkin's hands. Devin continued to keep his guard down. The black wolf was trying to kill Linkin, and Linkin knew it. He would always jump back far enough to give himself enough time to pass it to one of his teammates who were all busy trying to scurry away from West Ridge. Usually, with usually with such little time, Linkin would be tackled, making his throwing arm and shoulder sorer every time.
The clock still ran with a minute left to go. Grandview was on their 4th down with 60 yards to the end zone. It seemed impossible for the blue and white team to win. Linkin was panting and covered in sweat. He took his plastic pad gear loosening it so he could breathe as the team huddled together in a circle. He coughed and looked up at the sky, trying to get oxygen in his lungs. He let his tongue loll out feeling cold oxygen enter his lungs cooling. He looked back at his team who stared at him in disbelief when he told them they were gonna make this last play. The Doberman looked at Chris and Jason, the wide receivers and told them go wide and be open.
Once again both teams lined up, helmet against helmet as they got into position for the final clash - win or lose. Linkin slouched behind the center, ready to receive the ball. He took another deep breath, but froze as he heard a tiny ting-like sound bounce off his helmet. The Doberman glanced up with the team as the clouds opened and rain came out of nowhere, pouring down on the field and the stands. Linkin held-in his breath and released it, seeing the cloud of breath fade into the night sky. Within seconds, the rain had quickly muddied the fields, making the players soon become more aware of their actions. Linkin gulped as he got ready to play again. He heard Coach Jonson screaming in the distance. The rain thrashing on the players soaking them. Their hearts pounded as Linkin took another breath.
"HIKE!"
The ball was snapped back. The players collided against each other. Mud kicked up from the turf. They pushed together not letting anyone through. Linkin scoped the outfield, looking for someone, but no one was available. Time was running out. Forty seconds ticked down quickly on the scoreboard. Suddenly, Linkin froze as he saw Devin look at him, while holding one of the offense players back. The black wolf smirked a devious grin as he moved his weight and position and let the fur charged through and toward the Doberman. Thirty seconds. A roar echoed across the field and Linkin's head snapped left and saw Jason sprinting to the end zone. This was his only and last chance. Linkin quickly arched his arm snapped his wrist and threw it as hard and far as he could. Not even a second went by after the ball left his paw before he felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs and he felt his back meet the muddied ground.
He heard something pop and a loud howl left his muzzle as he felt a throbbing burning pain in his shoulder. The Doberman winced in pain, his left arm snapping to hold it. Pain spread like wild fire down his right shoulder and arm. A sharp sensation ran down his spine as if his muscle was torn from his flesh with a burning pitchfork.
Jason sprinted as fast as his legs would take him. The lion turned his head slightly, his eyes never taking themselves off from view of the ball. Linkin did his job in throwing the ball, and now it was up to Jason to catch that ball. When it was close enough Jason turned and jumped into the air, the ball landing straight into his chest. He tucked the oval shaped ball into his side and held onto it as he rolled back onto the muddy ground.
The crowed gave a loud cheer and the cheerleaders gave their letters spelling a word. Jason had landed in the end zone, scoring a touchdown at the last second. Grandview won their first game of the season.
Devin snarled and walked up to Linkin who was still rolling on the ground in pain. He spat on the Doberman's bulky armor and walked off the field. No one saw Devin for the rest of the night. It was also after that incident, though, that people actually noticed Linkin was on the ground, injured. Some furs from the crowd stood up and pointed at the canine. The coach ran onto the field, flanked by paramedics to the Doberman who just laid there biting his lip and taking slow deep breaths trying to ignore the burning pain.
"Monroe! I swear to god you're going to be the death of me! What's wrong?" the puma asked, helping Linkin sit up.
"I think I dislocated my shoulder, can't move my arm...." Linkin muttered glancing over to his right shoulder. "Did Jason catch it?"
"Catch it?" the puma grinned. "We won the game! You won us the game!" the puma roared raising his arms up.
Linkin grinned ear to ear and tried to get up. Jason ran up, a grin also on his face as he assisted Coach Jonson in getting Linkin up, "Nice throw," Jason complicated the canine.
"Nice catch...." Linkin chuckled, as the crowd clapped as Linkin walked off the field victorious with Coach Jonson and Jason on both his sides.
Jason smiled at Linkin, "What now, captain?"
"I'm in need of a long shower," Linkin sighed, a half grin on his face, his right arm hung limp to his side as they walked off the field and back into the locker room, where the cheers and uproar from the crowd outside could still be heard. Most of the team was already inside the locker room, peeling their muddied uniforms off their bodies and all of them talking to each other loudly about the game. They all they stripped down and headed for a well deserved shower, either wearing a towel around their waist or just being plain nude, their well hung sheaths and balls completely visible to the naked eye.
Linkin staggered to a bench and sat down; Coach Jonson went off his own way, congratulating players on their game as they went to the showers. Jason remained by the canine's side for a minute before Linkin looked up at him, his face plastered with dried mud. "Uhh... I'd hate to intrude... but could you help me take my pads off? It's kinda hard to do when you've only got one paw to use."
Jason blinked at the Doberman's request but then smiled as he put his helmet down on the bench behind him. "Sure I can do that." The lion reached down and started to tug up on the soiled uniform, pulling it up and off the Doberman, revealing his nicely toned body. Linkin moved so that Jason could get it off his body easier. The collar went up his neck and hid his face. When Jason yanked it off, Linkin's smooshed cropped ears popped back up into place, making Jason laugh silently. He dumped the uniform into a pile on the floor and then stared at the canine's 8-pack. He bit his lip as Linkin stood up, wriggled out of his tight pants, stripped to his jockstrap and then sat back down on the bench.
Jason just stood there behind Linkin, his eyes gazing down at the exposed ass, the stub of a tail at the top of it. This was the closest he'd been to the dobie's butt; it was within paws reach. He felt the urge to just reach out and grab it. His paw shook as he reached down and just brushed against it, causing Linkin to gasp in surprise and look over his limp shoulder and at Jason who played it off as picking his helmet up from the bench.
Neither said anything for a brief moment until Jason backed away. "Well... if you don't need me for anything else Linkin, I'm off to take a shower..." he pointed at his pony-tailed mane and grinned, "Got to take care of my mop of a mane."
Linkin just nodded and lay down on the bench, too exhausted to stand back up and follow the lion to the showers. His right arm throbbed and ached. He tried to pop it back into place, but to no avail. He just lay there, staring up at the ceiling as some teammates left the shower area, their slick, wet bodies all around him as they got dressed and passed him, giving their condolences and congratulations to the Doberman for his well played game.
He wasn't sure how long he was on the bench, but soon it was nearly quiet. A few furs from the team were finishing up with their shower and getting dressed. Feeling a bit rested and courageous, Linkin stood up and wobbled to the lockers next to him. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to do next. It was an old trick his last coach taught him about re-locating dislocated shoulders back at his old school. Lining his right shoulder up to the lockers he took another breath, counted to three and threw himself, shoulder first into the locker. With a précised, calculated motion, his shoulder popped back into place.
The Doberman let out a blood curdling, animal-like scream that echoed through the nearly empty locker room. He fell to his knees, teeth clenched as he clutched his re-located shoulder. He heard the remaining players whispering, watching him as he whimpered like a puppy. They didn't say anything, and soon they left Linkin alone.
A few minutes passed and Linkin stood up. With tears in his eyes, he headed to the showers. The potent smell of male musk hung in the air like fog on an early spring morning, wafting into Linkin's nose and perking his dazed senses. It wasn't enough to awaken the beast hidden inside his sheath, but he admitted it was gratifying to smell and took his mind off his aching shoulder.
The Doberman stepped under one of the shower heads that was still spraying water and felt the water mat down his dark fur, murring at the warm liquid running down his frame. He ran his left paw up his torso, rubbing his abdominals as the water rushed by. He lifted his head and exhaled happily, his body relaxing under the water. His mind was still in a fog as he started to scrub shampoo into his fur. He tried not to move his right arm around too much when out of nowhere his ears snapped to when behind him a voice called out, "Nice ass dobiebutt."
Linkin slowly turned his body to look in the direction the voice had come from, and to his surprise and excitement discovered it was Jason. "Oh hey..." Linkin stuttered as he blushed slightly. He smiled and returned to washing out the mud from his fur.
He heard the lion's shower spigot shut off and the wet footsteps trot over to his. The lion slid under the shower head next to Linkin's and turned it on. He smiled at the canine as he ran his paws through his long wet mane. "It takes forever to wash out," Jason told him, engaging in small talk. "You got here just in time. How's your shoulder doing?"
"I popped it back into place a few minutes ago so it still hurts," Linkin muttered as he tried to concentrate on not getting hard instead of the lion's exposed sheath.
"Here..." Jason said as he stepped away from the shower wall and got behind the Doberman. "Let me see if I can help."
Linkin flicked one of his ears as he sensed the lion behind him, watching him carefully from the corner of his eye. He felt the lion reach out and start rubbing his shoulders carefully, massaging him gently and working the knots out of his back muscles. Linkin gasped in surprise. It felt so good he couldn't help but waggle his stub. He heard the lion giggle under his breath as he saw the stub waggling and it made him blush even harder. Linkin slowly started to feel his back relax under the lion's ministrations provided to his back, but at the same time he could smell a familiar smell to him start to rise. He recognized it as his own musk and glancing down he found that his dick had slipped from his sheath and started to swell. 'Could it have been Jason's motives to get me this way?' Linkin wondered as he felt the lion edge up closer to his backside.
Jason could smell the canine's scent and it made him grin. It seems that his prediction of the Doberman's preference was correct. He continued to massage Linkin's muscular back that made him drool just to gaze upon it. "Does the dobie like?" he asked as he tried glancing over Linkin's shoulder.
"Jason..." Linkin murred as he moved his head to the side, causing his cheek to brush up and rub against the lion's cheek softly. Jason's long whiskers tickled his muzzle but Linkin didn't care. Their lips parted and they pressed into their first kiss. Linkin closed his eyes as he felt the other male's soft lips touch his. The lion's claws ran down Linkin's biceps, his paw feeling for the muscle he desired for so much. Linkin turned his muzzle to the side slightly and parted his mouth, sharing his breath with Jason before they parted.
Jason felt a shiver run down his spine as his lips and Linkin's remained connected for a brief moment before they separated. He opened his eyes and stared at the canine's deep blue eyes. They remained silent for another moment before Jason said, "Wow... that was-"
Linkin cut off the lion with a second kiss as he turned around, his paws holding the lion's cheeks. He pushed his muzzle against Jason's, silencing him with his lips. Linkin's heart was pounding as his canine instincts and hormones kicked in. He felt the sensual desires he'd been deprived of for months building. His mind turned blank as he forgot all the pain in his shoulder and of Lashley. His lips trembled with passion as his lips parted once more and licked the front of Jason's lips. The Doberman's wet muscular body pressed against the lion's. Their fur clung to each other as their slick members rubbed up against each other.
Jason returned the kiss with just as much passion. He never would have figured the canine to be a good kisser. Every second his lips were pressed against Linkin's, it felt as though electricity flowed through and tickled every nerve and sense of his body. The tip of his tongue barely touched Linkin's. His paws traced along the lines of Linkin's muscles that tensed up and hardened under the touch of his paws.
They broke the kiss once more and stared at each other, panting and unsure of what to do next. Jason's paws never took his paws off Linkin's body, rubbing and feeling the groves and muscle under them. Finally they found their way to Linkin's hard cock, the fleshy member throbbing under the teasing squeeze that Jason gave it. "Sooo... I wouldn't understand huh? I think I got you almost all figured out... you finished washing this yet?" Jason whispered teasingly in one of Linkin's cropped ears, causing it to flick from the air tickling it as he cupped Linkin's balls with his other paw.
Linkin just moaned softly, his muzzle low, breathing down on Jason's neck as he held back the lion's wet mane with a paw. His other paw ran up the feline's backside, keeping him close to his body. He opened his muzzle and began to nibble the feline's exposed neck fur. The taste of salty sweat lingered in Jason's musky fur and the smell drove Linkin's senses wild. The lion gasped and squirmed in excitement, his body pushing forward against the Dobermans, feeling his short fur and tense muscles rub against his body. It felt good rubbing their strong bodies together, feeling the muscles slide across each other the way they did under the shower water.
The paw on Jason's back slid up and rested on his shoulder, giving it a bit of a pull, urging Jason to turn around. The lion complied willingly, knowing exactly what Linkin wanted. Linkin took his muzzle out of the lion's mane since the hairs started tickling his nose as he nibbled and kissed the various spots on his neck. His paw holding the mane back left and reached down for his own member, stroking it as he murred in pleasure, staring at the lion's body. Linkin never felt so horny before, and the lion's scent didn't help calm his raging hormones.
Jason grinned to himself as he found himself facing the wall, knowing that he had the Doberman's full attention on his body. He propped himself up against the wall, feeling the shower water spray on his backside, his long tail raised and swaying back and forth in the air like a flag. He heard Linkin pant and scoot forward, his knees nestling between his outspread legs. He could feel the fleshy red cock press against his thigh, right below his ballsac. Jason purred loudly as he felt Linkin wrap his arms around his chest as he slowly rocking his hips back and forth.
Linkin couldn't take his eyes and paws off Jason's body. He had never seen anyone as hot as Jason and with his legs spread apart, showing off his pucker, it was as though the lion was all but begging to be fucked. He growled as began to rub his dick between Jason's ass cheeks. His wet cock head pressed up against the awaiting tailhole and began to spread him open. He shifted closer to Jason's rear end, thrusting his hips forward to push himself into the lion. His pointed cockhead speared at the tight ring that gave way effortlessly. In a brief moment, Linkin grunted and entered Jason's rectum.
His head rolled back as he felt the fleshy walls enclose around his meat. He growled lustfully, pushing down on the lion's back with his paws, moaning in sheer pleasure as his cock effortlessly slid into Jason's ass. Linkin arched his back as every inch was swallowed up but the lion's warm, tight passage. The passage was tight and massaged his aching member on all sides.
Jason just leaned against the wall, his jaw slack as he moaned. He felt the shower water run over his bent over body and the canine's shaft ease inside him, and oh how much he enjoyed it. It had been a while since he had seduced another male into having sex. Linkin's sudden dominance had surprised the lion, but he wasn't going to complain. He let out a gasp as the dog hilted all the way inside him. The sensations tingled and burned inside him. It felt so good. He ran his claws down the wall as he purred loudly in the back of his throat. His tail flicked back and forth as he felt Linkin's paws squeeze both of his ass cheeks.
Slowly, Linkin began fucking Jason, thrusting his cock into the big cat's shaking body slowly, every hilt sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. The lion pushed his ass back to meet the Doberman's thrusts, the stretched tailhole trying to hold the dog's dick deep inside of him. It didn't take long for Linkin's hips to start moving faster and really fuck Jason. The canine satisfied himself in the lion, his hips bucking forward as he fucked him like an animal. Jason could feel the canine's copious amount of precum pulse out of his tip, lubing his tight passage. He moaned as if he were in heat every time the dog's cock plunged inside him, his whole body rammed with pleasure. The lion's tail hole squeezed down on Linkin as he gave short thrusts, his hips hard at work on Jason's bouncing butt.
The sensations grew stronger every passing second. Jason's purring grew louder as Linkin's body rested on his back, his abs rubbing against his back muscles. Linkin could feel his knot beginning to form as the base of his cock swelled slowly. The bulb pushed past the stretched ring with each thrust, causing the lion to mew in submission.
The sensations grew stronger every passing second. Jason's purring grew louder as Linkin's body rested on his back, his abs rubbing against his back muscles. Linkin could feel his knot beginning to form as the base of his cock swelled slowly, the bulb pushed past the stretched ring with each thrust, causing the lion to mew in submission.
Hunched over, Linkin took Jason's shoulder in his muzzle and bit down, holding Jason in a mating bite. The lion gasped and threw his head back, pushing back on the growing knot, which sent thrilling sensations throughout the canine's crotch area. Jason's moans grew louder as Linkin jack hammered his ass, nearly to the point of tying the feline and climax.
Suddenly Jason grunted and his entire body tensed up, shaking underneath Linkin as his orgasm hit. His tail hole spasmed and clamped down on Linkin's dick, causing the Doberman to fuck Jason as hard as he could. His balls ached with the need to cum into Jason's ass, who he knew was climaxing beneath him. Linkin's mind fuzzed for a brief moment as he slammed his knot into the lion's clenched tail hole.
Linkin's arms held the lion close to him and howled as his knot went in as far as it could, spreading Jason open even wider as he came deep inside the lion's bowels. The Doberman's body shook as he clung to Jason, his trapped cock throbbing and pumping his seed into his teammate's passage. Jason gasped for air as Linkin's balls emptied themselves into him. The canine pulled his muzzle off Jason's shoulder and kissed the area he had bitten seconds before. Jason lifted his head and kissed the panting dog, their powerful bodies wet and pressed together. They ignored the water as they shared their first afterglow. Jason's body shook, his knees trembling. It was only a matter of time before his legs gave out.
Neither of them spoke, but both understood each other. Linkin pulled himself off the lion's back and slowly they got up, his knot still firmly planted inside of Jason. The lion stood and with careful movement, they both sat down, Jason sitting on Linkin's lap. Their minds were hazy as they gave feeble kisses back and forth. Linkin wrapped his arms around Jason once more and nuzzled him. The lion's eyes were half open as he rested back against Linkin's warm body, his head in a daze as he drifted off to sleep, surrounded by his dobie's arms. Linkin remained lodged inside Jason, the throbbing dying down as the flesh adjusted to his knot's massive size.
The shower's timer ran out and stopped spurting water. Linkin lay his chin down on Jason's shoulder, using it as a make-shift pillow and closed his eyes.
They fell asleep, still tied, both exhausted and tired from the game as well as the intense shower. Jason purred, Linkin murred and both were utterly and undeniably happy.