High School Odds: Struck Down
#1 of Highschool Odds
Warning: Maybe Some Gory Stuff
It was a temperate night and all the jocks of Shiskig high school were walking about the athletic center after receiving their recognitions. One proud brown rodent was busy laughing and tossing jokes around, his pearly white teeth shining across the gymnasium. Of course Jeff couldn't help but notice him; the average built corgi could barely contain himself when the stud mouse showed up anywhere. Sadly, the rest of the weight lifting team was behind him and Jeff cringed, disappointed.
"Hey Binx, that queer corgi...what's his name, Jeff? He's staring at you again man." Conway, a big gray rhino covered in tribal tattoos mentioned, messing up the short brown Mohawk on his head even further.
"Is he?" the mouse asked with an irritated, embarrassed look, turning his head towards the corgi. Jeff had turned his head away, but Binx had caught the glance, the dog trying to act casual by twirling his orange hair with the blond tips or adjusting his glasses. "I can't stand queers like that, why can't he get the hint it will never happen and stare at some other jock?" When the mouse turned his head back towards his gang, he caught sight of Rich with his head lowered. "You okay Rich?" he asked the newest member of their group, the cougar wearing his usual dog tags, white beater, and camo pants.
"Yeah, I'm fine..." Rich muttered, shoving his paws into his pockets. What he said was far from the truth. The guys' words were really hitting him hard. He didn't know which was worse, the fact that he was one of those queers or that he wish he was the jock being gawked at. Binx was one of Rich's... types. He admired the mouse's slim but tight body, the way his brown head fur was short in the back but flowed out over his forehead, and he adored the large patch of tan fur that went from the tip of his maw down to between his thighs... "Son of a bitch!" he muttered, adjusting so that his barbed boner poking out of its sheath was restrained by the band of his underwear.
"Still wishing you could take a swing at Binx Alistair?" said a loud voice behind Jeff.
Jeff jumped and nearly tumbled over the bleachers he was sitting on. Before he crashed to the floor, five large digits tipped with flat, blunt hooves wrapped around his neck and shoulders. When he looked over his shoulder, he realized it was his old buddy Chris. He suddenly freaked when he saw that half his back was showing as the elephant held onto his green V-neck. "Chris! Let me go!"
The elephant noticed Jeff was trying to cover up his back, "Oh yeah! Sorry! So, am I right?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
"No!"
"You're blushing...again."
"So what? Why do you care?" Jeff fussed, crossing his arms.
Chris wrapped his massive arm around the puny little corgi, raising his trunk to tweak at the diamond shaped tanzanite piercing hanging from his large elephant ears. "Because I always care, you know that..." He smiled as the corgi adorably gave in a pressed into his side. "Why don't you go for someone like..." Chris looked around the room for some of the open gays he knew about. He smiled when he finally spotted one of them, he was impossible to miss, "...King?"
"Lionor?!"
"Why not? He likes guys with your build..."
Jeff's eye twitched as he stared at the macro tiger with striped brown head fur and bulging muscles that strained against his clothes. They barely served any purpose, they showed every bulge, and he only wore them because it was illegal to walk around in the nude. "He also likes them gagged and bound! Besides, I'm not into walking mountains with egos that huge!"
As Jeff and Chris argued about Jeff's taste in men, Rich across the room was really getting sick of the word faggot coming out of Con's mouth. "Guys, I'm gonna go..." The cougar didn't hide his irritation, stomping across the gymnasium, nearly ramming through the eastern door. Like everyone else, Binx turned to watch, ignoring the gator he had talking to.
Binx rushed out into the road cluttered with student cars. He rushed after Rich, calling his name as soon as he reached the intersection between the school and the athletic center, "Rich! Hey Rich! Hold up!" Catching up with the cougar at his old pick up, he reached out his hand.
"Don't touch me Binx!"
"What's wrong with you?"
"I just don't think we should hang out anymore!"
Binx was completely caught off guard as Rich popped open his truck. Grabbing the male's shoulder, "Come on, let's talk..."
Rich spun around, putting his paws to Binx's chest and pushed, "I'm just too queer for you Binx!" The mouse jock tried hard to hold onto the truck door, but it didn't help him. The cougar's eyes shot open and he was frozen with fear when he heard the roar of an even bigger truck, struggling to breathe, staring at the blood dripping down the tan coating of his car...