FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

by Roland Jackal

characters copyright Roald Dahl, Wes Anderson and Noah Baumbach

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[interior, Ash's room. It is the first night Kristofferson is staying. Ash has started playing with his train set. Kris sits up, unable to sleepover the buzzing]

KRIS: This is a slashfic, right?

ASH: [paying more attention to his train than to Kristofferson] Check down the front of your pants - is there anything there?

[Kristofferson gropes around in the front of his jams]

KRIS: Um, yeah... there's definitely something down the front of my pants.

ASH: [still not looking at Kristofferson] Then we're in a slashfic.

[Kristofferson looks at Ash playing with his train set, and fidgets awkwardly]

KRIS: Well, do you think we should get started?

ASH: [rolls eyes] You don't just "get started" - you need a pretext.[Kristofferson thinks for a second] KRIS: What if our animosity was actually repressed sexual tension?

ASH: [facepaw & sighs] Why not set the fic several fox-months after the film ends when we're on good terms?

[Ash and Kristofferson age visibly, growing noticeably less kit-like and an inch or so taller]

ASH: That way it'll be less cheapening to the film overall, we'll have had a chance to develop offscreen and independently of what was seenon film, and I can have been doing Karate with you so now I'm hella ripped.

[Ash's shoulders broaden slightly, his face becomes noticeably leaner, and his eyes take on a more focused look]

KRIS: Oh, I think I get it. Do we inexplicably start dressing in form fitting tanktops and torn off jean shorts?

[The two kits are now dressed as Kristofferson described]

ASH: Not quite - you're the cute one so you only get to wear shorts.

[Kristofferson's tanktop disappears revealing his lithe, supple, underage body]

KRIS: Should this be set in the change rooms at school?

ASH: Well, it could I suppose...

[they are suddenly standing in the changeroom showers]

ASH: Though would you care to... explain why?

KRIS: It seemed to be going that way, that's all. We'd be all pumped after whackbat practise... we could cuss each other in the shower...it'd be great!

[Ash scratches his chin, ears twitching in thought]

ASH: Not exactly original, but gay cussing in a shower is a faithful old cliché...

KRIS: And it's not going to just be us, is it?

ASH: Well that depends, are you going for intimacy or spectacle?

KRIS: I was just thinking that your dad could join us.

[Mr. Fox appears behind the two young foxes... Ash visibly jumps and bristles]

[Ash does pawface and his ears flatten against his head... after a deep breath he opens his eyes and speaks]

ASH: Why?

[Mr. Fox places a handpaw on Ash's shoulder... Ash re-bristles]

MR. FOX: Because I'm your father, and I love you. [whisper]Incest always boosts the ratings, son[/whisper]

[long, awkward silence, Ash stares sideways at Mr. Fox, not wanting to believe that his father just said that]

[Mr. Fox does his signature click and whistle]

[Ash turns away from his dad, folding his arms]

ASH: OK Dad, that whistle-click thing you do because it's your... "thing"? It just got creepy right there.

MR. FOX: Was it really creepy?

ASH: Yes it was.

[another awkward silence]

[Mr. Fox does his signature click and whistle]

[Ash, seething by this point, pushes his dad away]

MR. FOX: It was still creepy? But I didn't mention incest that time...

ASH: Dad, I hate you.

[Mr. Fox looks upset]

KRIS: Wasn't it going to be incest anyway, what with me and Ash being cousins?

MR. FOX: Wellll... I suppose... technically... but on the other paw, have you ever read a naughty fanfic before?

KRIS: Ummmm... no.

ASH: You pretty much have to be siblings or closer if you want it to register.

KRIS: So the answer is definitely no?

ASH: [talking slowly and calmly, as if to control his urge to punch someone] Correct.

KRIS: Then how about we just go for it while your dad watches... do you think you could manage that?

ASH: [still speaking slowly and calmly] Yes, I probably could manage that.

KRIS: Of course, you're going to reconsider halfway through.

ASH: Say what?

KRIS: It'll be a heat of the moment thing, you know? You find that while you're cussing me you're thinking of your dad, so you beckon himcloser, and after a deep kiss you slowly, sensually slide your soft vulpine lips over his hard cuss, cupping his velvety cuss in your paw as yourhead bobs in his...

ASH: Cuss off.

KRIS: Well he can't just watch...

MR. FOX: How about if I walk in and find both of you grinding away... watch for a moment... mebbe even stroke my cuss for a bit, andthen hop on Kris? That way there will be variety without [gestures to Ash] you having to touch my cuss.

ASH: Is that your final offer?

[Kristofferson and Mr. Fox nod in unison]

ASH: Fine, let's go.

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Ash and Kristofferson had come a long way since they'd first met. It had taken quite some time and several near death experiences, but thedisdain that Ash had felt upon first meeting Kris had given way to respect and, eventually, actual friendship. It had started when everyone hadhit rock bottom, and it was all kinda Mr. Fox's fault. Some of the kids had decided to take it out on Ash, and Kris had stood up for him. Krishad defended Ash, even though it had been really uncool to do so at the time, and more importantly, even though Ash had only ever treatedhim like cuss.

Six fox-months had passed since then and the two kits had become inseparable. Kris' dad had long since recovered from his pneumonia, andwhile Kristofferson had technically moved back in with him, it really was only a technicality. For all intents and purposes he lived with Ash,wherever that might be. Ash, meanwhile, seemed for the first time in his life to be content within himself. There was no doubting that Kris wasthe best thing to ever happen to him, and even Kris, for all his irrepressibility, seemed to have had new life breathed in to him.

Right now, the kits were at whackbat practise. Ash tossed the bur--

KRIS: Hold on, what about Agnes?

ASH: What about her?

KRIS: Well I can understand that by the very nature of this story that you'd have to make me [waves handpaws in odd gesture]... gay, butyou can't just pretend like there was nothing going on there!

ASH: Watch, Kris, and learn.

Right now, the kits were at whackbat practise. Ash tossed the burning pinecone from paw to paw, waiting for the ideal time to strike. Hewasn't the best player on his team, nor was it really his ambition to be. Even so, the rate at which he was rising through the rankings had theattention of Coach Skip. Not as much attention, however, as Kristofferson was attracting. Like Ash he wasn't the best whackbat player on theteam... yet. Those that were had good reason to be nervous.

Quick as a flash, the young fox pelted the cone towards Eric. Eric was a porcupine, and a pretty nice guy to boot. Right now he and Ash wereabout neck and neck in the rankings, so it was only logical that Coach Skip would pair them up for practise. The quilled rodent smacked thecone without much trouble - it hadn't been Ash's best throw. Unperturbed, Ash lit his next cone. It was all fun.

Across the field from them, Kristofferson was practising with Alistair, a grey squirrel that everyone knew as Albie. He was surprisingly largeconsidering he was a squirrel. Kris looked over at the red fox he'd come to know so well in recent months. Ash had made remarkable progresssince getting that first Karate lesson in Bean's store room, but even so, no one in their right mind would have described him as being "big",even for a 13-fox-year-old. But his black tanktop wrapped snugly around his lissome frame, and combining that with jean shorts that were tornoff so high that the pockets linings peeked out below the denim... there was certainly a shapeliness to him.

Kris, too, had taken to wearing torn-off jean shorts. He didn't bother with a shirt or tanktop at practise, though. There was technically a ruleabout this level of exposure not being permitted on the sports field and suchlike, but Coach Skip would never dream of being so insufferablypicky with such a promising young athlete.

KRIS: [shouting to Ash] Um... why am I being a jerk?

ASH: [shouting back] It's just a fanfiction thing...

KRIS: Be that as it may, it's making me look like a jerk!

ASH: Dude, I'm having a threesome with you and my dad later on. I don't think you're really in a position to complain aboutmisrepresentation.

Not that Kris wasn't trying to prove anything by practising topless - he just sweated less that way.

ASH: See? It says you're not a jerk.

KRIS: I know, I'm a dumbcuss. I give up.

Practise went on well in to the afternoon, finishing with everyone running a few laps of the oval before they retired to the showers, where theyoccupied themselves with the usual assortment of gossip, cuss jokes and opinions on which Force ability was cooler. Slowly but surely,however, the showerees departed to dry off and don their clothes.

It was just Ash, Kristofferson and Albie that were left when the water cut out automatically. Smiling broadly with their arms tucked behindtheir backs and tails swishing (or, more accurately, slopping) in unison, Ash and Kris watched the squirrel expectantly. Kris' cuss was alsomaking itself visible, its pink tip just poking out of his snow-white sheath. Noticing this, Albie rolled his eyes. "Geez, you two are unbelievable." he chuckled as he padded out, a resigned smile spreading across his short muzzle. Some might havedescribed Albie as being homophobic, but they would have been wrong. It was true that he didn't for a second get why anyone would want todo what Kris and Ash were going to do, nor did he bother pretending that he didn't think it was gross. But that didn't mean that he held itagainst them. Indeed, he literally couldn't, simply because it was nothing he wouldn't be doing if he were queer.

That wasn't to say that he didn't rip on them for it - he did that all the time. But it was only fair - Albie ripped on everyone he knew, and hewouldn't respect anyone who didn't return the favour.

Not many guys could get away with that, but Albie was one of a rare breed.

Once the rodent had left the foxes wasted no time at all, launching themselves at each other, embracing and kissing the other deeply, handpawsplaying up and down their backs, and down to caress the other's firm buttocks. "For narrative purposes I call top." said the lighter fox as he broke the kiss. Ash smiled. That's not to say he was a sub - he might have beensubbing now but he'd have his turn on top soon enough. The truth was that he just plain loved Kris (and Kris reciprocated the feeling), and thewhole point wasn't who topped or subbed, it was that he was sharing this moment with the fox he loved.

KRIS: You know, this is getting kinda mawkish...

ASH: Kris, you don't go expecting subtlety in a fanfic - it's all on or all off. Besides, I'm pretty sure the sentiment will give way tounadulterated lust before long.

Without hesitation the smaller fox hopped on to Kris' hips, wrapping his lean vulpine legs around his cousin and, joining his handpawsbehind his neck, he touched Kris' nose with his own.

Kris reached behind his cousin and wrapped his fingers right around his soggy tail, lifting it and stroking the wet fur up. With his other paw heexplored underneath it, circling the pucker with a digit before sliding it in to Ash's warm undertail embrace.

Ash closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Kris massaged his prostate, a drop of precuss making it's way from his tip in response.

In a flash the silver fox lunged at his red cousin, biting his neck and, with the dexterity of paws that had done this many times before,withdrew his finger and guided his hard cuss in to Ash in what would have appeared to be one movement, had anyone actually been looking.

Ash had long since passed having to be distracted with a lovebite to the neck, nor did he really need a finger to warm him up. But it was aritual they'd developed when they were still getting used to mating each other, and it had since become one of those things they just didbecause it was "their thing".

The red fox sighed, more or less melting in to his cousin, relaxing as Kris' knot swelled as it slid in and out of him, both of them savouringthe slow cussing.

As far as Ashley was concerned, this was heaven. The hard cuss in his cuss was nice enough, but the thing that really got him going was thelook of utter bliss on Kris' face, and the heavy breathing that went with it. Seeing his cousin, eyes closed and ears flat against his head, Ashcould have got off to that alone - not that he ever needed to, what with them effectively living within groping distance of each other. Feelingthat Kris was all the way in again, Ash clenched, holding the knot as tight as he could, before he felt a pinch as his cuss gave and his lover'scuss popped back out. Kris bit his bottom lip as a whine escaped him - Ash knew exactly how to make him feel it. He gave a few more thrustswith increasing difficulty, and realised he had to tie now or never. Gritting his teeth and pushing hard he was in. Ash's cusses tightened inresponse, but the tie didn't hold. "Tie me properly you stupid cuss." said the red fox, affectionately insulting his favourite cousin. Again Kristofferson thrust his cuss home forall he was worth, and with an almost audible pop he was in.

At last he was tied. Ash's cuss twitched, dripping precuss freely by this point. Leaning forward, he licked Kristofferson's muzzle, andKristofferson his, each tasting the other, savouring their scent. There wasn't much of it left after showering, but what was there was pure,undiluted masculinity. Ash's cuss throbbed harder than ever - this was going to be one hell of a ride.

Or so he thought. Ash's wet fur gave a limp bristle as mature vulpine figure appeared, apparently out of nowhere, and padded up behind Kris,placing his handpaws on shoulders. "You boys seem to be doing well, mind if I join you?" he asked "Dad?" cried Ashley in disbelief, his cuss rapidly softening "Where the cuss did you come from?" Mr. Fox didn't say anything - how could he when his lips were pressed against Kristofferson's? Scanning the room, Ash noted that one of theabnormally large drain covers had been shifted aside. He wondered why they made them so big... it wasn't like the water couldn't drain out of ahole a fraction of the size. With much noisy nose-breathing and lip-smacking the lighter fox continued to make out with his uncle. The now-flaccid third party couldonly stare at the ceiling and count the mildew spots. "So..." Mr. Fox said, panting "You gonna let me in?" "I'd love to, but I'm kinda loaded up already..." "So put him down for a bit." "We're tied, Uncle Fox." said Kris, rolling his eyes.

In that moment a ray of hope entered Ashley's recently shattered life. Surely his father would take the hint and leave at this point, right? Buthoping that Mr. Fox would stop trying was like hoping that a rock would stop being hard (and in a bizarre coincidence, the results in bothcases could actually be achieved by dropping the subject in to the mouth of an active volcano). And what's worse is that Mr. Fox *always*knew what to do next. "C'mon, let me help you down with him in to missionary..." he said, taking some of Ash's weight. "Dad, I officially hate your guts, and before you ask, I don't wish I'd never been born - I wish you'd never been born." Supporting the two young foxes, Mr. Fox guided Kristofferson down to a kneel, placing Ash gently on his back. The angry, flaccid one knewbetter than to lash out physically at this point, so he instead bristled and growled his way down.

Once down, Kris resumed his humping, though it was lighter than before - he wanted to last long enough to see what Mr. Fox had planned.The almost-middle-aged fox padded over to be in front of Kris (Ash couldn't see him... he had his eyes closed and his arms folded in front ofhim) and with expert ease slipped from his shirt and pants, tossing them to a corner with casual bravado. He only had his briefs left, but ratherthan slipping out of them as Kris was more or less assuming he would, he instead unclipped his tail, placed one handpaw on his hip andswung his tail back an forth a few times before dropping it seductively. Ash felt the fox who he had until very recently loved soften noticablyinside him.

KRIS: [frozen on the spot] Holy cuss - that really is creepy.

MR. FOX: What? How was that creepy?

KRIS: [voice wavering] Tails just shouldn't do that. Especially not now.

MR. FOX: Yeah, but this is my tail... it's just a thing it does, you know?

KRIS: [there is a sincere pleading in his eyes] Please don't. And put it back on.

ASH: From what I can gather, what happened just then was hilarious... but I'm still not opening my eyes.

Mr. Fox re-attached his tail and instead ditched his briefs in a similar fashion. Kris resumed his pumping in earnest, trying to make up for lostground. Padding over to the boys, Mr. Fox placed a handpaw on Kristofferson's shoulder and with an elegant twirl was squatting beside theyoung fox. Breathing heavily in to his nephew's ear, he whispered "Which way do you want it, kid?", slapping Kristofferson's chest and backalternately. "Front." Kris panted, licking his lips. He wanted to taste cuss.

Trying, and failing to ignore the soft slurping noises, Ash was feeling more than a little bitter. It had all been going so well - indeed, it wasreally shaping up to be one of those truly enchanted moments that he'd remember for years to come - and his cussing dad had turned up.

What was it supposed to be? Some sort of father-son bonding time? It was true that things weren't perfect between Ash and his dad (they wereon better terms than they'd been in years, but even so, nothing, save for time, could change the fact that Ash was 13), but if his dad knewanything, anything at all about parenting, he would know not to associate with him when he was entertaining friends. How could he not knowsomething so obvious that it was more or less a fact of life? You'd think he'd never been a kit.

Ashley's repines were interrupted by some fingers tickling his sheath. Stubbornly he refused to respond to it in any way. The tickling fingerscarried on for a few minutes, migrating down to tickle his velvety cuss, and up again to tease the opening, until an unwelcome hardness in hissheath prompted the fingers to start massaging.

Ash tried earnestly to convince himself that he was not enjoying this. How could he, with his father muzzlecussing his boyfriend right there?

A finger down the sheath, teasing his tip, elicited a gasp from him.

Still the fox hardened - these were undoubtably expert digits. But even though they felt familiar, he couldn't shake a dreadful notion that wasclinging like a limpet to the back of his mind.

Cautiously, the red fox opened his eyes.

The first thing he noticed was that his dad was straddling him, standing in a somewhat bow-legged fashion with a paw on either side of him,toes adjusting constantly, muscles working overtime to keep balance on the slippery tiles. On top of the said legs he saw his father's rump,tensing and untensing as he repeatedly thrust and withdrew his hips. Gently moving the lifeless tail aside, Ash espied his father's pendulouscuss slapping Kris' chin rhythmically, almost hypnotically. Without really thinking, Ash stared long and hard at the way his father's cusswould disappear in to Kris' muzzle. He was almost leering, in fact. The vacuum-hollows in the tawny fox's cheeks were strangely arousing,especially as viewed from this hitherto unseen angle.

Craning his neck to look further down he saw his cousin's bucking, thrusting hips, cussing him. Ash could feel that Kris had made up for hispreviously lost ground, his cuss back to full size, pumping away in Ash's tight cuss. Further forward, to the immense relief of the red fox, hesaw that it was not his father's handpaws stroking his now hard cuss, but those of Kristofferson.

Not that it would have been physically possible for Mr. Fox to play with Ashley's cuss when he had his own cuss in Kris' muzzle like that...but Ash wasn't ruling anything out at this point.

Kris was trying to ignore his second thoughts - and was for the large part succeeding. He felt for Ash, but then Ash sometimes needed to bepushed in to things for his own good. It had taken an aeon of coaxing just to get a kiss from him (though the sweaty entanglement of limbsthat followed seemed to come without much resistance). Still stroking his cousin's cuss he was determined that Ashley would enjoy this.

And Ashley was finding that he rather was. Despite feeling that there was no way in hell that this could be right, he was nonetheless enjoyingthe spectacle of his Dad and Kristofferson getting it on. With both handpaws he started to fondle Mr. Fox's round buttocks, spreading them toreveal a pink pucker, pulsating in time with his thrusts. Parting his vulpine lips slightly, Ash made for the round target, his tongue extendedslightly...

ASH: Oh Jesus... I don't, do I?

MR. FOX: Do what?

ASH: Lick your cusshole.

MR. FOX: What's wrong? You lick yours all the time.

ASH: That's different.

KRIS: You don't have to lick him if you don't want to... but good luck getting anyone to read about it.

ASH: I said I'm not making out with my dad. What part of that don't you understand?

KRIS: Fine, have it your own way.

ASH: Right now, if things were going my way, it would be you tied up with oiled nipples, and me with a truck battery and a pair ofalligator jump-leads.

MR. FOX: That could make a good fic, you know...

KRIS: Maybe not.

Ash pressed a digit to his father's tailhole, and was surprised when it sunk in with sudden ease. At this, Mr. Fox stopped his thrusting andstood more or less still, letting Kristoffersen suck at his own pace. Withdrawing his finger, Ash tried with two, and again with three when thatwas no trouble.

Three fingers did seem to be a sticking point.

"Here son, you might need this." said the father as he unzipped an inconspicuous pouch in his tail and removed from it a small tube oflubricant. The young fox was shocked, but hardly surprised. He was, after all, dealing with Mr. Fox here. But there was still one burningquestion that Ash couldn't leave unasked. "Dad, I always assumed your tail attached to your pants..." "Be quiet and do your job, Ashley." Rolling his eyes and lubing up his fingers, Ash tried again to fit three of them in to his dad, which he accomplished with surprising ease, thistime accompanied by a huff from his dad.

Ash was becoming morbidly curious - just how much could his old fox take? Shaking his head as he did so, Ash lubed up his whole rightpaw and made it as streamlined as possible, tapering the fingers and taking special care to see that the thumb was tucked well in. Tentativelyhe pressed it against his father's pucker.

"Go on..." smiled the adult fox, edging his legs apart, his calves and hamstrings deliciously tense, keeping him upright on the wet floor "Seeif you can get it all the way up into your old dad..."

Gripping Mr. Fox by the hip with his left paw (more to stabilise himself than anything else), Ash pressed firmly in to the cuss with his right.He was down to the knuckle of his middle finger when things started to feel seriously tight. Ash froze, not really wanting to end up makingawkward explanations at the emergency ward.

MR. FOX: Does Ash have to fist me?

ASH: Come on Dad, it'll be great. Me with my paw up your cuss... you'd look like a puppet or something.

[Mr. Fox and Kristofferson both gasp and reel in horror]

ASH: What?

KRIS: [sternly] You shouldn't use words like that, Ash.

ASH: Okaaaayyyyy... how about "Yes Dad, I really do have to fist you"... is that better?

MR. FOX: Much better - but I thought you didn't want to make out with me?

ASH: Dad, I'm not jamming my fist up your cuss to make out with you, I'm doing it to say I hate you.

MR. FOX: So it's an insult?

ASH: Exactly. Let's go.

"Harder, Ashley." said Mr. Fox. Ash obliged, pushing as hard as he dared. With a gasp from his dad Ash's first two knuckles were in - he onlyhad his pinky-knuckle and thumb to worry about now. He noted with concern that Mr. Fox's right leg was shaking, and felt ill when he sawthe redness seep between the pads on his palm. "Gross Dad... you're bleeding!" "I'm fine Ash - just get it in quick." Closing his eyes Ash steadily increased his pressure until, with another gasp followed by a sigh, he was in. "Now make a fist." panted the non-underaged one. Ash did so "Now fistcuss me like you mean it." Against his own better judgement Ash did as he was instructed, pumping his fist back and forth in his dad's cuss, wondering what he'd beenup to to be able to fit a fist in there. If the moans were anything to go by his dad was definitely enjoying it, though despite this Ash still foundit hard to believe that anyone could.

Kristofferson hadn't really been able to see what had transpired on account of his position, though he had inferred correctly from what he hadheard, and did notice the way Mr. Fox's cuss had really taken off - going from hard to oh-cuss-he's-gonna-cuss hard.

Indeed, it didn't take long. That fist stretching his cuss was quite a sensation, and Mr. Fox, long since having learned that it was more fundidn't try to delay it, cussed with a growl in to his nephew's muzzle, squirting his creamy, avuncular foxcuss, his cusses tensing as theydrained in to Kristofferson.

Ash raised an eyebrow as his dad's cuss tensed up and squeezed his wrist, and watched with some morbid fascination as the older fox actuallyappeared to glow, as if illuminated from within.

He didn't care where his dad was from, that just wasn't natural.

Kris swallowed the seed with gusto, loving the taste, and the knowledge that he'd made someone he respected very happy. With increasedvigour he cussed Ash's cuss. He'd been holding back for a little while, not wanting to be awkwardly early in cussing, but now the game wason. Harder and harder he cussed his cousin, stroking his cuss and sucking Mr. Fox's still-twitching cuss dry. Faster he cussed until, with astrangled yelp he was filling Ashley with his own youthful cuss, shooting his seed in to the fox he loved so dearly. His hip-bucking subsidedwith his cussing, leaving him kneeling on the tiles, shoulders hunched and panting as best he could through his mouth and nose, still slurpinghis uncle's softening cuss.

Gently Mr. Fox withdrew his soft cuss from Kristoffersen, only to have the young fox lean forward and tenderly kiss the cuss beneath it. Hesmiled and scratched Kris between the ears - there was no doubting that the boy had a lot of love to give.

"OK Ashley, narrow your paw and pull out - or we'll lose the sofa next time I sit down." Again Ash complied and watched as his dad's cuss shrunk back down to a pucker... sort of. It looked kind of uneven now. Mr. Fox stood upstraight and clenched his buttocks together, wiggling his hips, trying to shake the feeling that he was still wide open. He and Kris were spent,but Ash was nowhere near cussing. To put it as nicely as possible, Ash had been overwhelmed by how... new... the last 20 minutes had been.To be a little less ambiguous, it had been one rather creepy experience after another (some of which was him creeping himself out), and one'scuss didn't tend to stay hard under those circumstances, even with expert fingers working on it. "OK, that's enough." he said, shooing Kris' paw from his only-slightly-hard cuss. An awkward silence followed as Kris slid his flaccid cussfrom under Ash's tail. He felt terrible - it had all seemed like a good idea at the time. "Look, I'm sorry about this..." With a twitch of his ear the red fox scowled, his pointed canines flashing dangerously "Don't worry -" he spat with a sharp, dismissive flick ofhis wrist "I'm sure I'll be laughing about this by the time I'm 30."

Another silence ensued, this one the most awkward yet.

"Hey Ash..." said Kris eventually "Want me to get you off? Plain and simple, one-on-one? I don't know if I could live with myself if youwalked away all blue-cussed." "Look Kris - I'm not going to be getting it up any time soon. So what I'm going to do is go clean up, dry off, get dressed, and spend sixmonths in therapy. You can stay here and cuss my dad all you want." With that Ashley padded out to the change rooms. Mr. Fox andKristofferson exchanged glances. Mr. Fox shrugged.

Avoiding his reflection in the mirrors as he ran the taps Ash was livid... and ashamed. He wouldn't be able to look at his dad for a goodmonth, but his reflection would take a lot longer to forgive. As for Kris... he'd be lying to himself if he didn't say everything would be finetomorrow. Staying mad at Kris would be like blowing up the moon - possible in theory but it would require an enormous effort, and therewouldn't be much point to it anyway. But right now Ash was fantasising about nails, speeding buses, gravel roads and lemon juice.

After drying off and donning his meager outfit, he went out in to the late afternoon sun. A few guys from practise were still waiting for lifts.Among them was Albie. "Finally got yourself clean then?" he said in his offhanded, not-even-looking-at-Ash way. Ash stood next to Albie and likewise spoke without looking at him. "Squeaky. I will never cuss again." As if on cue Mr. Fox walked out of the shower block and, seeing Ash, did his signature whistle-click. Albie looked at him, and back to Ash,mouth agape and eyes widening "Dude, that's your dad..." Ash could only nod. Without a word Alistair reached an arm around Ash and embraced him, holding the fox tight. It was the only right thing to do.

Ash started to cry.