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Fairwood chapter 6

From Spots To Stripes

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It was around five in the morning, when everybody was still asleep. The air was cool; the light, red gleaming of the rising sun played on the edges of the mountains. Soon everything will be bathing in warm, sparkling light....

The asphalt of the roads were wet, just like the flowers in the gardens. Maybe a quick rain has passed at night.

A black wolf was walking on the road, music playing in his ears. If anybody looked out of the window and see the black wolf passing, would say: 'What does such a handsome wolf do this early in the morning?' Then the sleepy neighbor would notice the T-shirt the wolf wore and immediately understand why he was going home this late.

'The Lion's Den'- That was on the front of his shirt. Bill Carson worked in a club, called the Lion'S Den, it was the best place to hang out at night, named after it's owner: Leo McKellen, a lion of course.

The lion's den was the most popular thing in Fairwood. The best culb, with the best DJ-s and service. Bill was a bartender, with other three furs. Three girls as a matter of fact. Stella, a hot vixen with expressive, big blue eyes. Joana, a cute tigeress, and Jessica, a white cat with dangerous claws and teeth that she used expertly if you touch her (without permission).

The four of them worked under the paws of Leo, serviced alcohol or whatever the costumer wanted. The girls lived in the Lair with Lou, the bouncer (the biggest bull in town), Leo and Alex, a black dragon who always wore sunglasses. Bill never actually saw him eye to eye. He always thought the dragon was strange but Alex was kind and worked hard so Bill had no problem with the dragon.

Bill turned his mp3 player off and padded to a big house he called his 'home'. Took out his keys, he didn't feel like going in.... he would rather lay on the porch.

He unlocked the door and walked in.

The black wolf inhaled the scent of his family, the strong, familiar scent of male wolves flodded his senses. Bill closed the door with a small click and Scott Carson stepped into the living room. The younger version of the old wolf turned towards his father, looked into his eyes, then awerted his gaze from the pair of angry brown orbs. Bill put his backpack next to his shoes.

"Welcome home, Bill. Would you at least say hi to your father?" Scott spoke, his anger and frustration radiated in the well furnished room, and his son didn't even look at him.

"Hi." The young wolf said.

"Would you bother to tell me why didn't you come home earlier?" The older wolf asked, pissed as hell. His son attitude just made things worse.

"I was working."

"I called you, why didn't you pick up the damn phone?" Scott didn't start yelling like he would have done two years ago. He kept his voice low, he didn't wan to wake up his other two sons, who happened to be more respectful than Bill.

"I said I was working. I didn't have time to talk." Bill took off his shirt and padded to the bathroom his father followed him. The young wolf threw the cloth into the laundry and stepped to the basin, turned on the water, washed his face.

"This needs to stop, Bill."

"What?" He asked with tiredness in his voice. Bill grabbed a white towel, dried the fur in his muzzle and turned to his fahter.

"You must quit that job." He said, there was no place left for argument in his voice.

"No. I need that job."

"Why? I gave you as much money as you need! I hate the thought that you spend your nights among drunk furs. And look at the clock! A decent teen would have come home at eleven at least. But you? You keep making me bite my claws and tail while I wait for you to come home."

"Leo will let me go at ten from now on. Appriciate that I even came home. I could have slept at the Lair."

"And what about school? I thought this is just a summer job, I never thought you would keep working there." His father said.

"So? What if I keep working there? It's the safest club in town."

"You just work there to make me angry as hell." Scott said, the pair of wolves didn't notice but their voice got louder and louder.

"If I really want to make you that angry, do you know what I would do? I would pack my stuff, and go back."

"How long will you keep punishing me, Bill??? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for parting you from Kevin. But we needed to move. I couldn't help it, if I hadn't got the job at Fairwood memorial than we would sure live in a crappy apartment with a bunch of cockroach now."

"C'mon, the only reason we moved becouse you were homesick and missed your good old football buddies." Bill replied, he looked into his father's eyes.

"I'm really sorry you feel that way. But the next time you take a look at your mp3 player or the car you share with your brothers, just remember that it came from money. It's not something that comes easily.

"Fuck money....." Bill whispered, but his father heared him and the big wolf growled as a warning.

"Really? Than why the hell do you work in that club?"

"Just leave me alone!" Bill yelled, it was like a thunder in the silence.

"Why do you work there? Just to piss me off?" Scott was fed up with his son's lack of interest.... he was fed up with pleading to his son. All summer, worring about Bill when he didn't come home in time......

"You better answer me, Bill, or I swear..." The big, black wolf grabbed the towel from his son's paw and threw it away.

Bill just stared into his father's eyes. He saw caring, love, lots of anger and held back agression....

"I need that job so I won't have time to think. I...." Bill's voice was queit, his ears flattened a little. " ... I need that job, so....I don't have to think about other things, it keeps me distracted. I need that job to get so tired I can't dream at all when I sleep." The younger wolf's eyes held so much sadness that Scott's heart ached.

Scott embraced his son, and nuzzled Bill's ears. The young wolf pulled away immediately and Scott gulped nervously as he saw the cold look on his son's face.

"You dream of Kevin?" He asked softly and his son nodded, then left, Scott heard the small sound of a door closing.

"How long will you punish me?" He asked, his reflection from the mirror stared at him with the same sadness he felt.

Scott Carson regretted his decision of moving away a long time ago. Still his two other sons were so much happy here. He couldn't make things undone but if he had the chance, maybe he would. He loved his sons, like nothing else in the world.

***

"Sam, wake up." Scott gently spoke in the dark room, his son murred tiredly.

"Just one more... minute." He mumbled and tugged on the sheets, trying to sleep back.

"You have twenty minutes to get ready for school, so get your tail out of bed." Scott said and gently shook Sam's shoulders a little.

"Alright, alr...." The wolf yawned, showing off his white teeth. "...right."

The wolf slowly got up, he stretched his arms and back, his muscles bulging and flexing in the morning process and he yawned again.

"Hey, Sam." A sleepy wolf mumbled as Sam walked to the kitchen and grabbed a toaster.

"Morning, Chris. Slept well?"

Chris was stuffing his muzzle with toaster and didn't even bother answering just playfully slapped his brother's shoulder.

"C'mon, Bill, we wanna' use the bathroom!" Sam said loudly and folded his arms.

"Just wait a sec." Sounded Bill's voice from the other side.

"We don't have a sec."

Bill opened the door, a towel wrapped around his waist, he paused for a moment. His eyes met with Sam's and they stared each other down for a second. After a few moments of tension, Bill padded out of the shower, the smell of shampoo hit the other two boys' nose.

Scott just came back from the backyard, holding a football in his paw. He was rubbing his sides, a painful look were on his face.

"Chris, Sam, don't leave the damn ball on the porch, I have almost broken my neck because of it."

"But you didn't." Chris said, chewing on the last bite of toaster.

"Just don't leave it on the porch!" Scott snapped and Chris flattened his ears.

"Sorry, dad."

Scott threw the ball into Chris's room, he peered into his youngest son's bedroom and the well-known sight of chaos greeted him. Posters, Cds, clothes covered the floor, giving it the strange feeling of a battlefield. The older wolf was just about to comment the untidiness but he noticed how tense the atmosphere was.

He watched as Sam gave a half satisfied and angry look to Bill who just turned his back to his brother. They had been like that for more than a year now. Always arguing and fighting each other. And Chris was torn between them. Scott just couldn't understand the reason behind it. He tried to talk to them, but nothing worked.

The Carson boys' schoolmates described it as sibling rivalry: between Sam and Bill. The reason behind it was completely oblivious to Scott. And the reason in the Carson brothers' case was a female: Kate Stevens. The gorgeous wolf was a very close friend of Bill's, she used to have a crush on the handsome black wolf, and she was the second fur in town besides Scott, who knew that Bill was gay.

It's a real mistery of life that after Sarah tried to get together with Bill, rumors began to spread in Fairwood High. Everybody seemed to believe they were a couple and just kept it low. That was the hardest pill to swallow for Sam. He has been trying so hard to go out with Kate, but she ignored him. Sam began playing for the school's football team so Sarah would notice him. Nothing.

Then, even though Sam became one of the most popular jocks in school, it seemed Bill was far more popular than he was. Sam just couldn't understand it. He played magnificently on the field, yet everybody was praising Bill how cool he was.

After ten minutes of rushed packing and dressing, the three Carson boys left the house.

"Shit. I forgot the keys." Sam cursed and padded back.

"Got it." Bill said and jiggled the keys in his paw. His brother just gave him an annoyed glare.

"Bye guys, I'll go with Russ." Chris announced and jogged off to meet his best friend, Russ Weston. The Weston family lived next to the Carsons. They were a kind kangaroo family, Chris and Russ became best friends quickly, they started High School together, but while Chris chose football to play, the young male kangaroo signed up for the school's soccer team. By the end of his sophomore year, Russ beacame the star of the team as a striker.

Chris had hardly said it and Russ jogged out of his home, dressed in a pair of shorts and a tanktop, that made the kangaroo especially good looking, his mother bought him all his clothes, she always had an excellent sense of fashion. He waved to Bill and Sam, and gave a high five to Chris. The kangaroo took his keys out of his pocket and realized he forgot his backpack. Chris watched as the kangaroo jogged back to his house but his mother was already waiting for him with a backpack in her paw, Russ grinned at his mother, who quickly pulled the bag away from the young roo as he tried to grab it.

"Mom?!"

"What? I'm just playing with you."

"Yeah. In front of them!"

"Oh, didn't want to embarrass you." Meg Weston said, and waved to the wolves. "Have a nice day at school." She said and finally gave Russ' bag back to him.

"Like school could be nice." The roo replied and turned back to Chris.

"What about my goodbye kiss?" Meg asked playfully. Fortunately, the wolf was busy staring at his older brothers fighting over something unimportant, so he didn't hear Meg. At least, Russ thought that.

"Mom. Not in front of Chris." The young roo mumbled and turned to check if Chris was listening.

"Well, I guess you're too old to kiss your mother goodbye." She said and made a sad face.

Russ rolled his eyes and padded off the porch to his car. Chris hopped in the passenger seat and was busy fastening his seat belt as Russ ran back and kissed his mother on the cheek. All the way blushing furiously, followed by his mother's chuckling.

"Goodbye kiss done?" Chris asked, smirking and waving to Mrs. Weston.

"Shut up." Russ said and playfully slapped the wolf's shoulder.

***

Fairwood High was a good school. The teachers were 'usually' decent, they didn't screw with you just only when you really pissed them off. Like with throwing rotting eggs on the blackboard, or glueing the teachers on their seats. These little jokes and pranks weren't so typical but more horrible things had been registered in the past. Like an underwear hanging right between the flag of the school and the country, waving to the students.....

A certain leopard had hung the innocent jockstarp in the early morning back then, somebody grassed him on later so Quentin Wright got a week suspension. Not that he minded the extre free time, or regretted his shameful act.

Now, twenty years later, another leopard was tugging on the rope of the flags, a jockstarp was in the right pocket of his jeans. He fumbled with the white ropes for a long time. The tall, strong leopard hissed angrily as the thick knot of the white fabric just wouldn't untie.

Normally he would have done the whole thing in a minute but Roger's current state prevented him from working effeciently.

Not so long ago he has been wearing that jockstrap he was about to hang out proudly....

Not so long ago he was in the locker room with a wrestler. A zebra as a matter of fact.

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Ken Jenkins was a good looking guy. Unlike other jocks, he never thought about himself as anything superior or better. He knew he was cute, and damn well knew his bulging muscles and brilliant blue eyes attracted many furs. Mostly girls but sometimes guys too. So the zebra was the captain of the wrestilng team, a senior just like Roger.

"Do you really want to do this? Again?" Ken asked in his rich, deep voice. The handsome zebra leant on his locker right behind his back. His black striped, milky white fur hugged his body perfectly, his muscles defined, his short fur made them even better looking.

"We did it like hundred times during summer. Why wouldn't we do it here?" Roger asked back, only a white towel hid his dick from the world.

"In school??"

"Yeah." Roger said and took a couple of steps to the wrestler, he stopped right in front of him, spotted arms folded before his perfect pectorals, the leopard waited for permission.

The naked zebra sighed. Somehow he had a bad feeling about this. He had thought that they were just fooling around first.... They never really talked before, just knew the other's name, said hello when they met in the hallways or ran into each other on the streets. Nothing more. But everything changed at the party they would both remember forever.

Ken knew he was gay, he came out to his parents and sister like a year ago. They were cool about it, didn't freak out or call the priest to banish the devil out of their son.

His classmate threw a party.... and there they were, both drunk a little but not too much, they were aware of things and furs around them, decided it was too crowded and went to find a better place to ... talk. It was in the end of the school. They traded blowjobs, jerked off together, made out, they even tried some foot stuff....

They were closer to each other than before, still they weren't friends; just two horny guys who fooled around occasionally and said goodbye when they were done. No small talk or 'was I good, honey?'. They weren't dating and they ceratinly weren't boyfriends in any means.

But Ken Jenkins started to feel bad about their little encounters. Because it was unavoidable not to remain just fuck buddies. They started to share things, thoughts; sometimes they talked whole night, peppered with blowjobs when they ran out of words.

"This is not what you want, Roger." Ken said and ruffled his spiky mane with his black paws.

"What do you mean?" The leopard asked back, put his left arm on the red door of the locker. Roger tried to look intimidating, but the zebra just smiled, took a swift glance at the golden fur next to his ears and folded his own arms as an answer.

"I don't feel like this is what we both need." Ken said than but the leopard kissed him deeply, the shorter feline tongue invaded his muzzle. Roger's scent dominated the zebra's senses, and Ken tilted his head just to kiss back with the same passion.

That was the part he couldn't ignore, and would not deny from his body. Lust and pleasure.

His concience could wait.....

The leopard's towel fell from his hips, revealing eight inches of feline meat, his cock was thick, stood proudly like a pole, pointing right to the zebra's maleness. Ken's erection was jet black and he was bigger than Roger. The equine's big, nine inch long cock throbbed in anticipation as they broke the kiss and the leopard touched Ken in the most intimate way.

It's strange how the brain of males' worked. They would think rationally for some point but after they wandered on the fields of lust, the good old brain that nature created to controll the body, becomes a helpless spectator on the grandstand as the guys' maleness make decisions instead of the brain.

That was happening to the zebra at the moment.

Another heated kiss, more tongues, a golden paw resting on striped shoulders as the other jerked off the zebra.

A deep rumble of pleasure came from Ken's muzzle and he eagerly kissed the leopard.

Soon Roger sat on one of the bench that stood among the many rows of lockers. The zebra followed him and laid on his back, his muscled body resting in front of the leopard. Roger positioned himself in the sixty-nine position, above Ken, beacues the zebra was heavier.

The striped equine knew what was coming, he didn't feel so bad about it now.

Roger took the long cock into his muzzle, his tongue licked the perfect head and slit making Ken moan and squirm under him. The zebra didn't need anything more and started sucking off the leopard like a professional.

The spotted feline began to purr, his deep, vibrating moans seemed to resonate with Ken's groans and grunts as they licked the other to orgasm.

Roger liked this position, it made him feel like he was equal to his partner. He definately liked cocksucking, especially if the piece of meat belonged to a big, buff, handsome guy ..... but when it came to giving head, he felt like the cock in his muzzle had power over him, and Roger didn't like to feel weak or controlled. But now he was recieving and giving pleasure in the same time.

He curled his tongue, making a velvety sleeve around the thick, black cock. He tried to go all way long down on the zebra cock, but the shape of his muzzle just wouldn't let him. So he worked with what he had, a nice, warm, wet muzzle and tonuge, even it was shorter than a canine's. Ken sure seemed to love it....

Then Roger's deep purring died and growls, moans escaped his muzzle. The zebra's paws was doing wonders to his balls, all the while Ken sucked hard, licked, and twisted his tongue to show what's expertism was.

The leopard's breath came in shallow, rapsodic waves. His muscles tensing all way long, his tail twitched, the feline was burning in the undescribeable moments of stillness, his body couldn't decide to give in, or linger on the intense edge...

Ken's tongue pushed him over the peak and the feline's vision blurred for a second as he came.

Roger growled, whined and shook as his erection spilled white leopard spunk right down into Ken's throar, still he kept sucking and pawing at the zebra's cock.

The leopard rode the waves of his orgasm for anothe minute and realized that Ken reached his peak as hot cum flodded his muzzle and trickled from the corner of his mouth. Equines sure came like a waterfall....

And there was the moment of perfection, when Roger collapsed on top of the zebra, their dicks softening somewhat, cum lingered on their tongues, though they swallowed as much as they could. This was the moment when Roger felt complete, but as always, it subsided after a second and there he was, the leopard who couldn't find what he was looking for......

After a minute they both got up, showered and dressed up.

The thoughts that lingered in Ken's head before the leopard kissed him returned. The zebra used to be an inexperienced guy, never fooled around, though wanted it of course; he dreamed of falling in love with a kind guy and live happily. That was before Roger came into the picture, on that special night. Ken knew he wasn't in love with Roger, and there had been nothing wrong with casual sex first. But he was just second. He was a replacement. A back up plan. It became clear to Ken that Roger wanted a certain male to make out with, the leopard wanted another fur to be with, not him.

Ken hated many things in the world, first of all hompohobics, nazis, silly cheerleaders and liars. And there was another thing he didn't like to be: being second. He never wrestled just for the sake if it, no, he wanted to be first; that's how became captain, how he had the colleges on their knees, begging him to choose their institution.

There was another thing that bothered him about the leopard. That Roger was, in any means, a cockslut. Roger confessed that he often went to clubs, just to get some muzzle. He even convinced Ken tag along a couple of times. And the zebra was scared, because he liked it.

Going down on complete strangers then blown in return, it was something he never thought about. As time passed Ken realized he was becoming more and more like Roger.

The zebra didn't want to remain a replacement or become a cockslut...

As Ken was about to leave, (his backpack on his shoulders, the logo of his favourite band decorated it), the leopard called out.

"What did you mean by 'this is not what I need'? How would you know what the hell I need?" Ken knew this part of the leopard: suspicous, angry...

"It's not me who you really want."

"Really? If you haven't noticed we just sucked each other off. It's obvious I want you..." The leopard replied, his baseball cap on his head, Ken raised his brow, kind of surprised, but as he knew from the beginning, his concience interjected.

"Maybe you want the things we do together, yeah we suck each other and mess around, but I doubt that you ever thought about me, when we were together." Ken said and he could see how puzzled and confused Roger was.

"What the fuck do you mean with that?" He asked, really irritated.

"Will, of course. You wish He was with you, not me ...... it's not good for either of us to keep this up. You want to be with Will and I want..." Ken trailed off, "Good bye, Roger." he turned around and padded out from the locker room, with a really angry and pissed off leopard behind his back.

Roger gaped for a second, he wanted to go after the zebra but stopped himself.

He stood ther for a long time with his thoughts and emotions, leaning on a locker. But he had something that needed to be done, for the sake of his heritage....

***

There was Roger Wright, the loepard with his cute black spots, silky fur, green eyes and handsome muzzle.

The knot finally gave in.

It was the perfect day for strange things. The wind soothed and ruffled the fur of the leopard on his way home.

The jockstrap played high above the ground, waved to the students and every fur who looked up to the bright blue sky.

And Ken? You'll see him around.

to be continued

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