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The sound of a bell caught the reindeer's attention. Pushing away from the desk, he stood up. Adjusting his blouse as he walked, he stepped out of the back office and approached the front desk. A friendly smile passed spread across his lips as he approached the waiting individuals.

"Hello and welcome to the 'Wind Tiger' dojo," he spoke with a practiced tone, "My name is Prancer. How can I..." He stopped his speech as he looked over the desk. Two canines stood on the other side. Both of them had short coats of white with black spots and floppy ears. The older one was a female, standing at five foot six, an inch taller than the reindeer. A young male, Prancer would estimate about eleven or twelve, stood beside her. One of his blue eyes squinted from the swelling, and dried blood stuck to muzzle.

"Some kids at school have been beating up my son," the female Dalmatian said, " I was hoping to sign him up for some lessons so he could defend himself better."

"Of course, ma'am." Taking a hold of a clipboard and pen, Prancer walked around the desk. "Here you go. Just fill this out and we'll see about getting him into one of the afternoon classes." As the mother took the clipboard and pen, the reindeer turned to her son, placing a hand on his shoulder. "While she does that, why don't we take you to the break room and see what we can do about those injuries?" Giving a nod, the young canine followed.

Pulling out a seat for the Dalmatian, Prancer went to the refrigerator. Opening the freezer, he pulled out an ice pack to put against the young canine's eye. As the dog held it in place, the reindeer went to the sink to wet some paper towels with warm water. Sitting down, Prancer took a hold of the canine muzzle to wipe away the dried blood.

"So, do you know why those boys wanted to beat you up?" Prancer asked as he gently rubbed the dried blood from the canine's lip.

"Because I'm smaller than them," the young dog said clearly before mumbling, "and I'm gay." He pulled away from the reindeer, looking down at the floor. He felt the Prancer take a hold of the canine muzzle to lift it up once more and continue cleaning the blood from the lips.

"I went through the same thing when I was about your age," Prancer spoke softly as he continued, "I was always kind of the smallest boy, and this was in a town where we were all the same species. So I was teased quite a lot when I was growing up. When puberty started, I started becoming attracted to the other boys. I didn't know about terms like gay or homosexual. I just knew I liked other males. When it was found out, I got beat up a lot too."

"What happened?" the canine asked. He looked at Prancer curiously, the Dalmatian caught up in the reindeer's story. The young male relaxed as he listened, feeling a sense of comfort from the fact what happened to him was not isolated.

"Well, there was only one school," Prancer continued, "And no one taught martial arts, or fighting of any kind really. Luckily I managed to make a friend to help. She was actually taller than some of the boys, and just as tough as most of them. Turns out she was gay too, so she was being shunned by the other girls." Stopping a moment, the reindeer got up to throw the wet paper towels away.

"Did she beat up a bunch of guys for you?" The young canine's voice was very excited at the question. It was easy for Prancer to guess that the enthusiasm came from the idea of seeing bullies get what they deserve.

"No,' he finally replied, "They may not have worried about beating me up, but they still could not bring themselves to hit a girl. Only one had the courage to stand up to her and he ended up losing a few teeth." He grinned widely as he walked back toward the pup. "We each still kept one as a memento." Returning to the canine, Prancer lifted up to look at the canine's face and pull the ice pack away from the eye.

"Well it's as clean as I can get it for now," he said with a gentle pat, "Why don't we go and check to see how your mother is doing?" The young Dalmatian gave a nod and stood up to follow Prancer to the front. Two entered to find the adult female canine sitting in a seat with the clipboard in her lap. Next to her sat a white tiger. The male's eyes were level with the female's muzzle, his paws gripping a cane in front of him as he leaned on it. The tiger's black stripes were more of a dark gray with the white not as bright as it could be. The two stopped talking, turning to face the pup and reindeer that approached.

"It is good to see you well Grandfather Wind." Prancer gave a short bow as he spoke. "Your grandson's class should be over shortly. Is there anything I can get you while you wait?"

"No thank you young buck," the tiger spoke before turning to the Dalmatian boy, "And this must be the same Raphael that I just hearing so much about. Your mother was telling me what happened to you today." Using the cane to stand up, Wind reached out and took a hold of the pup's shoulder. "Do not be mad at those who attack you young one. Anger accomplishes nothing but create more. Instead, give them your understanding and pity." He grinned widely, showing off his bright white teeth. "Come. I will introduce you to my grandson and see about getting you a lesson for today while Prancer and your mother finish up." With that, the tiger turned and started to walk. The pup turned to look at Prancer and his mom a moment before turning back and following. The mother watched her son go then turned to the reindeer.

"I forgot to ask about price. How much is this going to cost?" She held out the clipboard and pen, giving it back to Prancer. The reindeer looked from the mother to the clipboard to check the paperwork as he thought about the question.

"Well Mrs...." he checked the name on the top, "Burk, our price varies according to number of classes per week, day of the week, and time. We also have payment plans and sometimes discounts are available. Depending on the school, we might even be able to get Raphael to come in and take class as a substitute for P.E." The two continued working out details for Raphael Burk to start taking classes at The Wind Tiger School of Martial Arts.

That evening, Prancer sat on the couch, legs tucked up to rest his cheek on his knee. He looked at the screen, the bright colors flashing across reflecting off his eyes without him really seeing them. The huddled form did not respond to the sound of the door opening and shutting.

"Is something wrong?" a masculine voice asked, "Normally you're in your socks and underwear with a cup of tea by now." A paw reached out to stroke across of the reindeer's head. Prancer turned his head, looking at the ferret on the other end. The reindeer uncurled to lie down, resting his head in the ferret's lap.

"Welcome home Zaph," Prancer said gently as he looked up into the masked face. "A young canine was signed out after being beaten up for being gay. I cheered him up a little by sharing what it was like when I was little, but..." He let out a sigh and shifted to rub his cheek against the pants. "Every time something like this happens, I just can't help but feel disappointed. I thought that things like this would no longer be a problem anymore."

Zaphod reached up and rubbed a paw through Prancer's scalp, gently scratching the skin with the sharp claws. The ferret watched the reindeer lying across his lap as the two stayed quiet for a moment. Zaphod's head tilted to one side as he considered what he had just been told.

"I can see why you're upset, Princess," the ferret replied, "but change takes time. Things have gotten better over the years and will keep doing so." He took a hold of Prancer's head and lifted it up gently. "Besides, it may not be as bad as you think. As I remember it, some of those bullies just wanted to beat others up and would use any excuse to do it."

"Yeah," Prancer smiled up at Zaphod. The reindeer was not sure why, but the conversation did make him feel better. Moving closer, Prancer rubbed his muzzle against the underside of Zaphod's chin. The reindeer shifted to sit up and turn around, moving to sit in the ferret's lap. The two pressed their lips together, kissing.

Zaphod let out a churr of pleasure as he felt Prancer's lips pressing against his own. Feeling arms wrap around his neck, the ferret wrapped his own around the reindeer's waist, pulling them closer together. The two mouths opened, tongues slipping out to press against each other.

Breaking the kiss, Prancer pulled back with a wide grin on his face. Reaching down, he took a hold of his shirt and pulled it up, revealing his slender white furred chest, stomach, and pierced nipples. Letting the top fall to the floor, the reindeer leaned forward. Pressing his hands against the couch, He slid off Zaphod's lap to sit onto the floor. Letting the couch go, Prancer took a hold of the ferret's pants, undoing the fly to pull them open.

Lifting his hips, Zaphod allowed his pants and underwear to be pulled down, exposing his sheath. Reaching out, he gripped the top of the reindeer's head, the claws scratching gently at the scalp. The ferret closed his eyes, letting out a moan of pleasure as he felt Prancer kiss the sensitive sac before letting the tip of the tongue stroke up along the length of the sheath.

Wrapping his fingers around the sheath, Prancer pulled it gently to expose the tip of the shaft. The reindeer kissed the tip gently before opening his lips just enough for the head to slip past them. Sealing his mouth tightly around the flesh, he began to suckle, coaxing more of the length from its protective skin. The shaft swelled in his mouth, pushing further into the warm wet muzzle. Slowly, Prancer started to bob his head, sucking up the length to just the tip before pushing down to press his lips against the opening of the sheath. Pressing his tongue against the underside of the shaft, he gave long slow licks along the length.

The warm wetness encompassing his length caused Zaphod to shudder. He kept a grip of the top of the reindeer's head, but did not push down. The ferret kept the feel of control, but let Prancer work at his own pace. It did not take long before Zaphod's shaft was at full arousal and leaking pre from the tip.

Prancer grinned up from around the shaft. He let his grip stroke down over the soft sac before letting go. Keeping his mouth around the ferret's shaft, the reindeer continued to bob up and down the length, sucking gently each time he pulls up. Reaching down, Prancer took a hold of his own pants, undoing the fly to release his own growing length. The reindeer slowly lifted his head up, sucking loudly on the tip of the ferret shaft that slipped free. Standing up, Prancer slipped out of his jeans and underwear, standing naked before the ferret.

The sight of the reindeer's naked form caused a Zaphod to grin widely. He shifted slightly, adjusting how he was sitting, his length twitching with excitement. Reaching out, he took a hold of Prancer's hips, giving a gentle squeeze while trying to pull the reindeer closer.

Prancer let himself be pulled forward, climbing onto the couch to straddle Zaphod's lap. With his legs outside of the ferret's thighs, the reindeer lowered himself down. A small moan escaped as he felt the underside of a shaft, pinning it between them as it pressed against his perineum and the lower curve of his butt. The reindeer's hips started to rock back and forth, stroking back and forth along the sensitive skin pressed against him. His own shaft gave a twitch of excitement, leaking more of the pre from the tip.

The feeling of his shaft pinned against his stomach and the friction of Prancer's movements along the length sent sparks of pleasure through Zaphod. Slowly, he began to rock his own hips, mimicking the reindeer's movements. The ferret released his grip on Prancer's hips, one paw moving to grip the small tail while the other slipped down to grip the reindeer's shaft. Zaphod kept his hold on the length still, letting Prancer's own movements cause the paw to slide up and down the length.

A moan of pleasure escaped Prancer's muzzle as he felt the grip squeezing around his length. Gripping the back of the headrest, He started to rock and grind faster. A thrill of excitement sparked through him each time he felt the cockhead touch the back of his sac, coating it with droplets of pre-cum. His own length twitched as well, releasing the clear fluid each time he pulled backwards.

Zaphod felt himself getting close to release. Moving his paw on the reindeer's rump, the ferret pushed the tip of a finger into the puckered ring. Sitting up and leaning forward, the tongue slipped into the nipple ring, tugging it as the ferret bit down gently on the sensitive skin of Prancer's nipples. Giving one last thrust, Zaphod tensed and froze, spurting the thick cum onto his stomach and Prancer's bottom.

A cry escaped the reindeer's throat as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Sparks went through his body from the feeling of his backside and the tugging on his nipple. The feeling of the warm thickness coating him sent him over the edge. The reindeer clenched around the digit as his own length swelled and throbbed, spurting his own seed onto the ferret's shirt and stomach.

Climaxes coming to an end, the two collapsed onto the couch, panting heavily in pleasure. Letting go of the shaft and pulling free of the backside, Zaphod wrapped his arms around the reindeer's waist, hugging him tightly. Prancer lets go of the couch, wrapping his own arms around the ferret's neck and nuzzling under the chin. A small smile spread across the reindeer's muzzle as he heard Zaphod give a small churr of pleasure. The two cuddled close, enjoying their time together in the aftermath of their pleasure.