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Hello all, and thank you for checking out my 5th chapter of the Mere Trifles storyline. This installment brings Jake ever closer to Brandon, though he is running out of time. Jake's plans start to have their consequences, though the crafty little vulpine isn't affected.....yet. Stress is building, stay tuned.

This story contains sex between two or more male anthropomorphic animals. If such a thing does not appeal to you, what are you doing here in the first place? If you are offended or too young to be viewing this material, turn back now or don't get caught. Everyone else, enjoy.

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Mere Trifles Chapter 5 - The Plot Thickens

The Easter break was fast approaching, and the whole campus was busy with preparations. Most everyone would be leaving for the long weekend. Jake had work to do if he was going to get Brandon in bed before the semester was over, and he was a long way from breaking up the two little lovey-dovey dogs. The fox sighed as he thought about how much he had to do before he could go home. He picked up his phone and dialed in a quick text message, a grin spreading across his muzzle. He was finally getting somewhere with his plans. He stretched as he decided to get out of bed. The fuzzy fox climbed out of his comfortable bed after having blown off pretty much all his classes for the day. Before a holiday, there wasn't much happening in classes anyway. The red fur headed for the shower. It seemed as if no one else was home at the moment, they must be in class.

After finally getting dressed, the small mammal went out on campus, just wandering around. It was the first time in weeks that he didn't actually have to be actively working on his schemes. Right now, all he had to do was sit back and wait for the others to do their jobs. Jake made his way to the cafeteria, where his favorite young dobie was likely working. Sure enough, the young male dog was standing at one of the cashier stations, taking care of students' lunch orders. The fox made his way inside, still not interested in trying any of the food. He stalked up quietly behind the doberman and murred in the canine's pointed ear.

"Well hello there handsome, fancy meeting you here" the small male whispered.

A slight yelp erupted from the surprised young dog. "Oh, goodness, hello Jake. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing well. Took a pass on my classes for the day, so I'm looking for something to do." He looked over at the canine slyly.

"Well, I'm available in about twenty minutes. I would like to talk to you too, if that's okay."

Jake grinned at the pup before stepping away from Chris. "I'll meet you outside sexy, then we can go back to my dorm to talk if you want."

"That would be great. My dad is probably home right now anyway, and he would bug us constantly if we went there." The dog was clearly still in the dark as to what happened between Jake and his father, which suited Jake just fine.

The vulpine stepped outside the cafeteria, huffing a couple of times to clear the smell of very low-quality food from his nose. The sun felt great on his ruddy fur, so Jake just sat on a bench enjoying the warmth until Chris finally came out.

The dobie wandered over to where the fox was sitting. "Alrighty, I'm all done. You ready to go?"

The vulpine looked up and smiled. "Yeah, I'm good."

The two furs walked across the campus to the boys' dorm. When they entered, Chris's eyes got real big. "Wow, this place is a palace. I've never seen a dorm like this."

"I had some work done on it" Jake said matter-of-factly, sitting down on the couch and patting the place next to him for Chris to join him.

The dog stopped looking around and nodded, sitting beside the slender vulpine. He looked kinda sheepish as he sat down, most avoiding Jake's eyes. His paws shifted over and over and he clearly looked like he had something on his mind.

"I wanted to talk to you first about Roland. We are getting along great. He really seemed to need the friend. And apparently so did I, so thank you."

Jake just nodded as the dobie went on. "No problem, thank you for helping me to get him feeling better."

Chris nodded and moved on to the next, much less comfortable subject. "Uh...I also wanted to tell you, um... that I've really enjoyed our time together the last few weeks." The doberman felt like an idiot child as he tried to confess his feelings to the other male. "I was wondering if.... maybe... you might want to be my mate?" He breathed a sigh of relief now that he finally had the question out.

Jake took the query in stride, his face almost completely unchanged. He closed his eyes, looked down, his muzzle pointed at his legs, and sighed. "Chris, it has been absolutely wonderful with you the last few weeks, but I'm sorry to say that I'm not looking for a mate right now. You are very sweet, and one of the most amazing males that I've met in awhile. I'm sorry, but no."

The dobie looked like his heart was breaking for a moment, but he straightened up and sniffed only once. He made no move to leave, but just sighed heavily a few times and looked up at Jake, a few tears in his eyes. "Okay, I guess I understand. Nothing is going to change between us because I asked this, is it?"

The fox smiled a genuine smile. "Of course not. I'm sorry I couldn't be who you wanted." The genuine tone was still there, but he didn't mean it anymore. Of course he didn't want to be mated to anyone, he was having far too much fun this way.

At that moment, the apartment phone rang. Jake grumbled a bit, but he got up and answered it. "Hello?"

To his surprise, on the other end of the phone was Roger, the young dobie's father, and a male the fox had slept with just this last week.

"I got your text, I can't do that Jake, it isn't fair." The older male's voice sounded hurt and somewhat scared.

The vulpine looked over to his guest. "I really need to take this call. Would you mind showing yourself out? And don't worry, nothing has changed."

Chris stood and nodded, walking towards the door and leaving the apartment. He walked from the door on the other side, briefly looking back at it with a tear falling down his muzzle. Before he started sobbing, the hurt doberman ran from the building and back towards his home.

Back on the phone, Jake growled in frustration. "Roger, I need you to do this. If you can't handle it just let me know, and I'll tell the Board of Directors of the school that you seduced me."

The fox didn't like being this heavy-handed, but he really needed the help of an administrator, and Roger was the perfect one to do it. He knew he was probably ending his chance of ever sleeping with the quite experienced older male again, but there were more important things to do without thinking about whose cock was in his tailhole or vice-versa.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line, the old dog sifting through his thoughts as quickly as possible. "I don't want to hurt anyone, Jake. This could ruin someone's life." There was a clear panic to the dobie's voice, a fear that the young male was not used to hearing in a strong male figure.

The fox was almost turned by the older male's pathetic cries. However, he had business to take care of, and Roger was one of his best pieces to use. "I'm sorry Roger, but I need this done. Get to it please." The please came off with a tiny bit of a threatening tone, which he truly regretted. He could hear the old dog whimper, then hang up the phone. "Well, I'm not winning a mention in the new copy of How to Win Friends and Influence People." He sighed as he put the phone down. It was getting late and he had other things he needed to be doing, school things actually. At least it would allow his tortured mind to forget about the previous conversations he had had today.

The next day brought the vulpine a wake up call in the form of a loud girly cry coming from the common room. Jake dragged himself out of bed and slinked lazily into the room. Roland was standing by the phone, apparently having just put it down and receiving bad news. Timothy flew from the two canines' room as quickly as he heard his lover's cry, wrapping his beefy arms around the slimmer male and nuzzling his neck, clearly knowing the ways to relieve the dalmatian of his tension.

"What is it baby? What's wrong?" the large black wolf asked concernedly.

"That was the Office of the Registrar. They say that my financial aid has been cut off, but they weren't able to explain why. If I can't figure out what to do, I won't be able to keep going to school here." The queeny dog sobbed into his mate's shoulder. The lupine held him close, nuzzling and cooing to try to soothe him, but Timothy's face revealed how terrified he was as well. Jake could see the expression on the wolf's face, and it nearly broke his heart. However, the seeds of his plan were now planted and would move forward with only some gentle nudging from him. He turned away from the heart-wrenching scene before him and went back to his own room to get dressed.

Roland continued to cry against the black fur of his lover's shoulder, his arms tightly gripping the other male's body. "What am I going to do sweetie?" he asked in his typical high-pitched voice.

"I don't know Rollie, but we'll come up with something. We should try talking to the Dean of Students. Maybe he can help." The strong wolf rubbed gently up and down the dalmatian's back and shoulders, trying to help comfort his dog the only way he knew how.

The smaller male canine perked up for a moment and sniffed for a second. "Oh yes, I know his son Chris. He's that doberman I have been helping in art class. I can try to talk to him, once I've calmed down some. I can turn into such a nervous wreck sometimes. I'm glad I have you to keep me grounded Timothy."

"Anything for my sweet dog." Timothy grabbed Roland tightly again, squeezing him and murring deeply.

Jake heard part of the conversation between the two lovers. It was hard for him to hold his grin in check, there was still a lion in the room that didn't need to see his elation. Roland crawling to Chris was exactly what he had in mind. Speaking of a certain studly feline... the fox looked over to Brandon, who apparently hadn't even budged when the feminine pup exclaimed so loudly. The vulpine shook his head and sighed, though took an extra moment to gaze at the mostly uncovered body before him. He had to try hard not to lick his lips lewdly, and then twice as hard to keep from jumping on the cat's body. Jake remembered the heated touch of the lion's member when he kept him up all night, even though Brandon was sound asleep.

The crafty red male had classes to attend to that day unfortunately, so his plot would have to move more or less on its own. Jake dressed himself, grabbed his book-bag, and headed out the door of both his room, and the apartment, leaving those inside to their respective days.

ROLAND

The spotted dog released his love and looked up into Timothy's eyes. "I have to go see Chris right away. I need to deal with this problem before I get forced to leave school." He practically flounced out of the room, a look of determination on his muzzle.

Timothy simply nodded and smiled as he watched Roland walk away, taking his large bulk and seating it on the sofa. He sighed and placed his muzzle in his paws. The large wolf was never one to cry, but he was about as close as he was going to get at this moment. The lupine didn't even look up when he heard the door slam as Jake left, lost as he was in his own sorrow.

In the room the two canines shared, the spotty-hided male was choosing his outfit and thinking as positively as he could. Once he had donned his clothing for the day, a tight pair of rather feminine jeans and a shirt that showed off his rather tight little abs, Roland located his cell phone and dialed Chris's number. The other end was picked up quickly, and the young dobie answered.

"Roland? Is that you?"

"Yeah Chris. I was just wondering if you would be up for getting a cup of coffee with me this morning. I have something I need to ask you."

"Oh... of course. I have to work at lunch time, but we have plenty of time before that. Is something wrong?" Chris's voice sounded concerned.

"Yes, but I don't want to get into it now. I'll see you in a few minutes at the coffee cart?"

"Sure thing Roland. See ya in a minute."

The dalmatian hung up and sighed, still feeling quite bad, but also feeling a glimmer of hope. He skipped out of his room, Timothy having moved from his spot on the couch. Roland headed out the door and straight to the coffee cart that usually sat in the quad. The young dog that he had recently befriended was already there waiting, a concerned furrow on his brow.

"Roland, what's going on? I am so worried about you."

"Oh Chris, it's awful. I got a call this morning that the school was revoking my financial aid. I may have to leave school. Bu..but they didn't say why or what happened or anything. Just that it had been revoked." The spotted male's ears drooped, and his tail hung quietly behind him. He looked about as pathetic as possible.

Chris's ears went back against his head and he whimpered. "Well... I can try to talk to my dad and see if there is anything he can do. He is the Dean of Students, he should have some power over that stuff." The dobie wagged his tail to try and give some hope and comfort to the other.

His companion perked up a little, the tip of his tail moving a little. It was a good thing that he had become friends with Chris. He idly wondered how the two had crossed orbits in the first place.

TIMOTHY

After the door closed and Jake left, Timothy jumped up from the couch and ran to the bathroom. He was nearly in tears, and didn't want anyone to see the possibility that he might cry. Inside the well-decorated bathroom, the black wolf sat on the toilet and rocked back and forth. Things had been seeming to go very well recently. Why would it all fall apart now? How could the universe and all the gods hate him so much that they would tear away the only love he had felt in a long time? His mind flashed briefly to his previous boyfriend, a little bossy otter who was the pushiest and unfriendliest male he had ever met.

From somewhere inside his emotional prison, Timothy barely heard the front door close yet again. It must have been Roland leaving to meet the Dean's son. The lupine spent a little time putting himself together before emerging and preparing for his day. While he was intensely worried about Roland's state of affairs, he couldn't well afford to flunk out of school over it. He had an exam to take today, and this one he was actually prepared for.

Timothy threw on a pair of cargo shorts and a muscle tee, one of his favorite and most comfortable looks, then he too headed out onto campus. The only class he had for the day was the one with the exam. The massive canine joined the hustle and bustle with the rest of the furs scurrying to class.

As usual, class was a bore, and the happy lupine thought that he had aced the exam. He bounded out of the class and out into the quad, the weight of his emotional burden from earlier temporarily forgotten. He glanced around the quad, and say Jake sitting on one of the benches enjoying the late morning sun and air.

"Hey Jake, mind if I sit with you for a few moments?"

The smaller male looked up and smiled behind his sunglasses. "Join me" he said simply, patting the seat next to him. Truthfully, there was hardly the room for the humongous bulk of the lupine to fit, but Timothy made do and sat down rather gingerly next to the vulpine.

"You okay?" Jake asked, sounding as concerned as he could. He actually was, though, for his plans hinged on it.

Timothy sighed and closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head. "This business with Roland has gotten me all screwed up in the head."

The fox nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is a strange thing to come flying out of the blue. You guys figured anything out yet?" He truly wanted to know what they had decided on doing, if only to guide them down the path he needed them to take.

"Well, Roland is meeting with Chris, the son of the Dean of Students. He seems to think that the Dean might be able to do something about this whole mess. I still can't understand what happened. There is no reason why the school should want to cancel Roland's financial aid. He is a good student, he has never gotten in trouble, his professors all love him." He whimpered as he thought about it again. "Do you think it is because he is rather... um... you know.."

"Flamboyant?" the vulpine added.

Timothy just nodded and smiled a bit, though it was forced.

"I wouldn't think so. There are plenty of gay people at this campus, trust me."

"Well, that was the only other thing I could imagine it was. I can't see any reason at all that his financial aid would be denied."

"I know Timothy, it has stumped me all day. I don't know what could be happening" he lied. The little red fur reached over and pat the larger male on the back, trying to comfort him at least a little bit. Sex was the last thing on his mind with Timothy, that would just complicate things too much. But he had to be there for the big male, it was all part of his plan. "I'm sure we can all figure something out. I don't want to see Roland, or you, in pain."

The larger male sighed deeply, his massive chest heaving with the enormous breath. "I certainly hope so. I don't know what I would do without him here. He may be... flamboyant, yes... but he always makes me laugh when we are together. He makes my everyday so much better, especially when I am stressed out." A tear formed at the corner of the wolf's eye, though once again, he never allowed it to fall.

Jake noticed the drop of liquid and a sudden pang of guilt and pain passed over him. It was hard to keep it from showing on his face. It was hard to do this to the males he lived with, ones he was sort of willing to call friends. "He has his moments, doesn't he?"

BRANDON

The lion groaned, not wanting to wake up when the feminine voice howled out in anguish from the living room. One of the many pillows on his bed ended up over his head, helping to drown out the noise. Roland, and it had to be Roland based on the pitch, was having some sort of crisis. The dalmatian was always having some crisis or another. This one did seem more serious that any previous ones, but the feline was so tired there was no way he was getting up. The rest of his housemates would take of the poor dog.

Brandon heard the door slam several times, first when Jake left after briefly stopping in the room to get ready, then Roland, and finally Timothy. Once he was left alone in the dorm, the giant feline kicked off his covers, revealing his well-muscled, tawny-furred body. It also revealed the cat's well-endowed member jutting up from his equally beautiful groin. "Damn, I thought they'd never leave" he said out loud to himself. Immediately, his paw reached down and gripped his throbbing member, a soft moan coming from his lips the moment his paw touched his flesh. The paw slowly began to move up and down, Brandon looking at it to watch his large paw pleasure his cock so readily. Soon though, he closed his eyes and let his mind give way to pleasurable fantasies. At first, the huge lion's member was being slavered over by one, then two beautiful females. Both girls had previously occupied the stud's bed, and were two of his most favorite fantasy subjects ever since. A heavy purr issued forth from him as his pleasure grew, his meat throbbing in his paw, moving a bit faster over his length.

The images in his mind continued, getting hotter and more erotic as the hormones increased in his blood. Now his inner view was of one of the girls riding on his thick male-hood while the other sat on his muzzle. Brandon was moaning loudly at the combined pleasure of his visions and the paw flying over his lion barbs. Suddenly, his paw stopped, eyes still closed. Confusion rang on the leonine's face as the pictures in his head changed. Instead of the gorgeous lioness riding his thick meat, a tight-holed red fur was now in her place. As Brandon focused on the image, he realized that the fur bouncing on his hips was male, his member bobbing up and down as he rode the lion hard. The male's face came into view slowly, and to the lion's surprise it was his roommate Jake.

New pleasure shot through the feline as he began stroking over his member again, the forbidden and uncalled images in his head making the event more interesting than usual. His vision moaned as they coupled, a deep rumbling growl of a moan that would never come from a female. The voice didn't quite match Jake's, but Brandon hadn't heard much of Jake moaning, just his own name. The lion was close to his peak, as was the Jake in his fantasy. The smaller male's cock twitched, spewing forth his white hot seed to cover the feline's ample chest and abs. The smell of that seed was still etched in Brandon's mind from a couple months ago, and that memory triggered itself now, making the big cat think that he was covered with the fox's seed. This pushed the large cat over the edge, a loud thundering roar echoing throughout the empty dorm as his own semen flew from his tip and landed on his chest and stomach.

After coming down from his amazing orgasm, the feline's ears pressed back against his head. "What the hell did I just do?" he blurted in his outrage. He felt dirty, but more satisfied than he had from his own paw in a long time. These thoughts plagued him as he made his way to the shower, not bothering to clean himself up or cover up, being that he was the only one home. Brandon tried to push the memories of his own visions away, but they persisted. "Why am I thinking about him so much?" he wondered. He cleaned off his fur, purring unintentionally when he remembered just how good this orgasm had felt over many of his others. He denied the desire that was starting to creep up on him, the one that told him to give in and try the real thing as soon as possible.

ROGER

The older canine groaned unhappily as he signed the paperwork to cancel Roland's financial aid and handed it to his secretary. The fat badger took the paperwork and went back to her desk to make the unfortunate phone call. Roger sat back in his chair, cursing his loins for getting him into this much trouble. Now, because of his cock, he had to ruin a poor student's life for reasons he didn't understand, all for fear of his own job. The little fox had done him in but good, as well as doing him good. His fat assistant came in, letting him know that the call had been made. The dobie could almost hear the wails of pain coming from the student he had just devastated.

About an hour later, Roger put on his more business face, hiding the guilty emotions that were raging around inside his head and heart. He went down to the cafeteria to get some lunch. As he walked out of the administration building, the dobie looked across the quad. In the middle of the large square, the doberman saw the fox that was causing him all this trouble sitting with a very large black wolf. The two were obviously friends. Upon entering the cafeteria, Roger noticed his son sitting at a corner table with a young dalmatian who seemed somewhat distressed. The Dean kept his head down, grabbing his food and heading back to his office as quickly as possible. Apparently, the young canine was the one he had inadvertently destroyed.

The older male made his way home, telling his staff that he was not feeling well. He climbed into his shower and curled in on himself, sobbing for allowing himself to get into such a mess in the first place. After pity was done moving through the male, anger took hold. He would not allow the vulpine to control him into hurting anyone else.

Later that evening, most all of the inhabitants of the dorm had returned. Brandon had disappeared into his and Jake's room, not speaking to anyone. Timothy and Roland were on the sofa, holding each other and talking of the day. The dalmatian seemed to be feeling a little better, and Timothy seemed to be a little more relieved than he was earlier. Jake was quickly cooking up a meal for the whole lot. He offered the two sitting males their food, which they gratefully accepted. Then he moved to the room he shared with the lion and knocked on the door before opening it. The feline sat at his computer, apparently not doing anything at all, but thinking. When the fox approached, he jumped up from his reverie. Brandon looked away from Jake, but took the food with a near silent "thank you".

The fox's ears perked, picking up the sounds of soft giggles coming from the common room. He arrived just in time to see the empty plates on the coffee table and the door to the other bedroom shut. Jake shook his head and sighed. He had placed a small rift between the two, but their need for comfort from each other was greater now than it had been in awhile. He gathered up his own food and ate in silence. His finely honed ears picked up the noises coming from the bedroom belonging to the two canines every once in awhile, and it got his own pants stirring somewhat. Perhaps tonight he would go a little farther with the sleeping form of his roommate to help relieve himself.

In the bedroom, the two males were lying next to each other, their clothes having already been shed in various places around the room. The lovers were engaging in one of their favorite activities, each one using a single paw to touch and tease each others' bodies. Both of the males were moaning slightly as the other one's paw moved through his fur. Roland was writhing at Timothy's touch, the wolf only using one pawfinger to tease his spotted mate. The black wolf knew all of the other dog's magic places, the secret spots to make him moan and squirm. The dalmatian knew the same spots on Timothy's body and was taking full advantage of that fact. After only a few minutes of this play, both canines' members were engorged and pulsing with their desire. But the two kept up their game, each only using one pawfinger to touch and caress the other.

They both avoided the other one's member, letting the phalluses throb, pre leaking onto the bedsheets below. Their breathing increased over time, their excitement growing as shaking pawfingers still titillated goosebump covered flesh. Sometimes this little dance would go on for hours, but after the emotional turmoil both had been through today, the need for a positive release was ever-increasing. With a lust-filled growl, Timothy rolled on top of his mate, pinning the dalmatian beneath him, his jaws quickly snapping closed around Roland's throat in a claiming embrace. Roland, used to this behavior from his alpha wolf mate, lowered his ears and spread his legs in submission.

Timothy loved when Roland got super submissive to him. His alpha urges surged through him, clouding his mind with lust. The cock jutting between his legs pulsed as his heart thumped loudly in his chest, his lungs heaving with soft growls, eyeing his lover hungrily. The lupine wasted no time placing his raging hard-on at the other dog's tailhole. Roland whimpered in need, pulling his legs apart wide, inviting his wolf into him. The black wolf was more than willing to oblige his loving dog. The tip of his rather large cock splits the dalmy and begins to penetrate him. Roland winces and whines at first, but both of them know it is just a game. The subby canine was a pro at taking Timothy's tapered member, having done it many times over the course of their relationship.

The lupine pressed forward slowly and steadily until he was fully buried inside Roland's tight tailhole. "Oh gods Rollie, I love the feel of your tight body wrapped around my cock." The wolf panted as he hilted his lover. Roland's head thrashed back and forth, the pleasure flowing through his body as the most favorite member he had ever known pierced his tailhole, making him feel like it belonged there all the time.

Timothy began to thrust in a rhythm that was slow, but powerful. Each thrust made the dalmatian groan loudly, his prostate being battered by the long thick wolfcock. When Roland would reach for his cock, a deep growl would issue from the black fur, letting him know that it was not allowed. The subby dog whimpered in resistance to the order, but obeyed. The massive canine adjusted his position just slightly and began to drill into the other dog with abandon. The smaller male had no choice but to hold onto the sheets of the bed for dear life. He felt as if his insides were being brutalized by the monstrous member. It wasn't long before the familiar tingling built up in his sac. He whined, his body squirming underneath the relentless onslaught of his powerful mate.

"Timothy, Timothy I'm going to cum!" he shrieked, the pleasure from his nearing pawless orgasm coming close to making him pass out.

Timothy growled deeply in response, lost in his own gaining release, driving his cock home into Roland's tailhole over and over, the bed groaning with the pressure imposed upon it. Roland panted and writhed before howling out, his cock jerking between himself and his lover, his seed spreading over their stomachs and chests. The dalmatian's tailhole spasmed around the invading phallus, causing Timothy to moan and thrust just a bit harder, the renewed tightness sending him careening over the edge. With a loud growl he bent down and bit Roland's neck in a mating bite as he had many times before. Roland adored being taken in this way, the feral side of his wolf being quite a turn-on for him. The seed started to flow from Timothy's tip, his thrusting getting shorter and more erratic, though no less powerful. He shoved forward once or twice really hard, his knot popping inside the dalmatian, making him scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. The lupine emptied his balls into the other male, as he had on other occasions. This one seemed more desperate for both of them, however, as they clung to one another like their lives would end if they let go.

The lovers came down from their frenzied high, curling up together, letting the comfort of their afterglows carry them off to sleep, still tied together by the black fur's knot. The rest of the apartment fell to silence as well, indicating that all members within the small household had gone to bed for the evening. All except one that is. It was time for another sexual torture session for a well-muscled feline provided by a crafty little fox.

The next morning found two canines with all smiles on their muzzles, a little fox with some dreary looking eyes, and a big cat with a rather large case of the grumbles. Brandon wore some baggy clothes to try to hide his unending erection this morning. Jake had to try to hide his smile. Last night he took an added approach to the torture of the poor feline. He whispered in the cat's ears, scintillating things to tease and excite Brandon even more than other times he had kept the lion up all night, so to speak. These things he whispered seductively were, of course, of a homosexual variety. He presented the sleeping giant with images of little red foxes bouncing up and down of his magnificent manmeat. Brandon growled and snarled in his sleep, but Jake couldn't tell if it was from some sort of anger or animalistic lust.

Jake's reverie was broken by the phone ringing. Being the closest to it, the sharp-eared male picked it up. "Hello?"

"So.... did you bone him yet?" the squeaky voice of Ryan lilted from the other side of the phone.

"Geez... a little decorum please you slut. And no, not yet."

"Awwww... poor Jakie can get one muscled sex toy to give it to him." The otter teased, making Jake's fur stand on end. "You are running out of time. That pretty car of yours is almost mine, and my tailhole will remain untouched... by the likes of you anyway."

The vulpine growled and shook his head. "Oh, I'll have you Ryan, and you'll wish that I was inside you all the time."

"Promises, promises. Tick tick tick Jakie. You better hurry. I find myself actually wanting it pretty badly. Ever since you stopped the bear from being with me, I've found myself with fewer playthings. Maybe I'll make a play for the new horse Reggie has working with him. You think Reg has tried him out yet."

"You sick little perv..."

"Ah ah ah... name-calling is for unintelligent slobs Jakie. You know better than that. Anyway, I should get going, I have a pool to swim naked in right now. Bye bro, until next time."

"Goodbye Ryan." Jake replaced the receiver and sighed, looking back at his bedroom door where the lion was located right this second.