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"Good morning gentlemen. I presume you were not followed here?" Scott asked as his two friends, Chris and Jayce, entered the dimly-lit stank cesspool that was their school's old abandoned janitor's closet. It was so jam-packed that when the iguana and wolf entered the space, they could barely stand without bumping shoulders.

Chris looked goofy as always; over his beltless pair of jeans, the grey wolf proudly wore a varsity jacket(a sign of true manliness), despite his small five-foot-five frame, crazy blonde hair and fo-diamond earring. As for the much taller iguana, Jayce was wearing a red sweater over a white collared shirt matched with a pair of khakis. The iguana rarely wore his varsity jacked to school because he always liked to dress like a hipsterhe thought he was better than everyone else. As for the buff yet lean polar bear, he was sporting a pair of tight jeans, two hundred dollar black tennis shoes, unbuttoned varsity jack and white T-shirt as was normal for him, but today he also wore his favorite pair of sunglasses which he only put on for special occasions, oh dear.

"Scott, what the fuck are we doing in the old janitor's closet? This place smells like piss and cat litter," Chris said as he started waving his paw by his nostrils to exemplify the awful stench; the young wolf was not particularly fond of uncleanly places, or anything uncleanly, really.

"Yeah, and formaldehyde. What the fuck is this even doing here?" Jayce chimed in, as he picked up and eyed a suspicious-looking chemical bottle off the closet's dusty study metal shelf.

Chris instinctively nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, and formaldehyde, whatever that is, so exactly why are we meeting here?"

Scott rolled his eyes and huffed at his friends' lack of imagination. "Because it's dramatic, duh. Plus, I need to make sure nobody can eavesdrop when I reveal my evil plan..." the polar bear said as he started rubbing his paws together and grinning maniacally.

Chris and Jayce simultaneously shot each other mutual uncertainty before returning their gazes to their polar bear friend.

Scott's grin deepened as he revealed his scheme, displaying his pearly-white (yet still very menacing) fangs. "So anyway, as we all know, our dear Robby has finally found himself a lady and become a man. I'm personally very proud of my little Robby, and I've always wanted to know what sort of a girl he'd swing for." Scott then gripped his paws tightly together in a fit of frustration. "Only problem is, he won't fucking tell me who she is, so I can't judge how well he's done! So I need you two to find out who she is for me!" he said with a finger dramatically pointed at the wolf and iguana.

Jay squinted at his energetic friend dubiously. "You brought us here to a stinky old abandoned janitor's closet at six forty five A.M, to tell us to spy on your best friend for you?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

The iguana gripped his brow in exasperation. "This is so freaking stupid, why can't you just do it yourself?"

"Well A: it's classy to have people do your dirty work for you and B: I have a life, so I need you two bimbos-"

"Bimbos?!"

"-to do it for me!"

Chris didn't appear too turned off by the notion, but it seemed that Jayce wasn't in the mood to have any of Scott's boyish shenanigans today. "Rob's obviously keeping it a secret because he doesn't want us to know who she is! Shouldn't we respect that? What could you possibly do to convince me to go against our friend?"

Scott cracked a quick smile. "Well Jaycee, I figured you'd try to flake out with your logic and morals and bullshit," the polar bear said as he slumped his backpack off his shoulder, then taking about a strange pink and light blue rectangular box out of it. "So that's why I got this to sweeten the pot..."

Jayce's jaw immediately dropped. "Oh. My. God. Is that an original unopened 1996 first edition Sailor Mewn figurine with schoolgirl accessories and real live action moon-prism tiara throw?! How did you even get that?! Give that here!" Jayce said as he tried to snatch the florally packaged catgirl figurine from Scott's grubby little mitts, only to be held back at his chest by Scott's right paw, as the polar bear concealed the box behind his back.

"Uh-uh-uh, you're not getting this until after you find out who Rob's girlfriend is!"

Jayce scowled furiously at Scott. "You son of a bitch! You don't fully appreciate the value of what you have there! It'll get ruined and lose its value in your grimy paws!"

"Jayce calm down, it's just a stupid doll..." Chris said as he placed a shoulder on the disgruntled Iguana's shoulder, which looked kind of strange considering the iguana was nearly a foot taller than the wolf.

But as Chris spoke those words, his muzzle darkened and grew serious; it was his bargaining face. "Okay, so you got some crazy-rare anime figurine for Jayce, cool whatever, but if I'm gonna do this, I expect something just as valuable for me. And I'm sure you know that I'm not so easily impressed..."

Scott's continuous smug smile indicated that he wasn't intimidated in the least. "See, I knew you'd try to drive a hard bargain, blondie, so that's why I got this," the polar bear said with a sly grin as he began to rummaged through his backpack, eventually pulling out a singular DVD set.

"Oh please, you think I'm going to settle for a..." Chris said before he processed exactly what he was looking at. Once he did, it was his turn to have his muzzle gape open. "HOLY CHEESE BALLS IS THAT THE LIMITED EDITION DVD SET OF THE FIRST THREE SEASONS OF GLEEE WITH THE DIRECTOR'S CUT PILOT EPISODE IN IT!? I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET A HOLD OF ONE OF THOSE FOR SO LONG! GIMME THAT SHIT!" Just as Jayce did, Chris tried to swipe the object of his desires from Scott's evil paws, only to have it denied from him behind Scott's equally evil backside.

"Woah-ho there pup! First you give me what I want, then quid pro quo, there's some French for your ass, I give you the DVD set for your gay-ass singing show," the polar bear said as he casually tossed both boxes back into his backpack, zipping it up. He then tossed his backpack back on, having it hang off of one shoulder like a total rebel and extended his paw outward for a group handshake. "Deal?"

Chris was bursting with excitement, tail wagging and all. "Hell yeah I'm in!" the wolf replied almost immediately before placing his paw on top of Scott's. The wolf and polar bear gave Jayce an expecting look, and as we all know, peer-pressure is a powerful force.

Jayce let out a long drawn-out sigh before placing his claw with the other two paws.

"I'm in."

*

AP world history: possibly the best class AP class in the school for students to goof off and throw paper airplanes at each other like little hooligans. It was all because Mr. Irving, the class' walrus teacher, always lectured incredibly fast and handed out a routine homework assignment in the second half of class so he could spend the remaining class time going on Muzzle Book (like old people were actually into that sort of thing), and pay so little attention to the students once he was on that it would probably take an earthquake, nuclear strike, or maybe a nuclear earthquake to get his attention away from the screen. That would be hardcore.

But it was all in all a good class for Jayce and Chris; they got to sit next to each other by the back wall, and the class was an easy A for both the iguana and wolf, but it annoyed Chris to no end that Jayce always seemed to do just a little bit better on his tests than he did. And now that today's lecture was done with twenty-five minutes to spare, it gave the rest of the class time to socialize or flirt with each other or to go on their phones and check their Muzzle Book or Twatter accounts (those crazy kids), and gave a certain wolf and iguana plenty of time to talk about a certain nefarious scheme...

"Aaand false, the Pearl harbor bombing was not done as a result of America threatening Japan's fishing industry... God, it's like Irving doesn't even try on these true and false questions..." Jayce said humorlessly as he turned around in his desk to address Chris, who was busy trying to balance his pencil on the tip of his muzzle.

"So now that we're done with..." As Jayce saw Chris' unanswered homework assignment filled in with nothing other than doodles, it came to the studious iguana's attention that Chris hadn't even bothered to start the homework assignment. With a quick sigh, he corrected himself. "So now that I'm done with the assignment, maybe we should talk about our plans for... what did you call it?"

"Reconnaissance Operation Delta," Chris said, his attention still focused on keeping the pencil balanced on his muzzle and safe from the evil evil desk it wanted to fall down to.

"Yeah, Reconnaissance Operation Delta, sure, whatever, so about how we're going to be doing this... Are we actually going to be spying on Rob? Like, trailing him? I mean, someone of your stature might be good at doing that, but I'd be caught in a second," Jayce said with an exaggerated frown, his dewlap contracting inward.

Only once the wolf heard the little 'short' comment he let the pencil fall to the ground and growled. "Shut up. I'm not short; you're just way too freaking tall," Chris declared accusingly to his friend, only to then begin playing with his single earring contemplatively, the distraction of the pencil now terminated. "But you have a point. That sounds like way too much work..." And then... an idea! "Ohoh, I have an idea! We could just ask Allie. Rob's been going out with this mystery girl for like, three weeks now so Allie definitely knows by now."

Jayce's head recoiled skeptically. "Allie?!" he announced, bewildered as he directed his gaze to the squirrel who sat three seats away from his, texting on her phone with lightning speed. Jayce had always been skeptical of that squirrel; something about her just rubbed him the wrong way, possibly the way she always dressed like she was in a kid-friendly 90's high school show. Overalls over a pink shirt... it was like her parents still dressed her thinking she was three. "Why would she possibly know that?"

Chris gave his hater of a friend a look of disbelief, shaking his head as if he were talking to somebody who said they didn't know who his idol Adele was. "Are you kidding me? Allie has like a fucking Shamrock Holmes-style network of secret informants going on in this school, only it's desperate staff members and the occasional blackmailed student instead of homeless people... I'm telling you, if anyone knows random information about Rob's love life, it's her."

"As much as I enjoy a good conspiracy theory, Chris, I don't think she actually has a network of spies planted in a high school, that's ridiculous," Jayce commented with a snarky chuckle.

"Not spies, informants," Chris said assuredly with a sassy little flick of his wrist. "And come on Jayce, think about it. Haven't you wondered how so many insane and incompetent people got jobs as staff here?"

"I'm not really seeing the connection here, but, well..." Jayce said as he began to mull over the notion, rubbing his chin as he thought of a certain lazy-eyed dementia-struck parrot librarian who was employed at the school, a librarian who for whatever reason liked to yell at kids for doing homework in the library instead of reading. His eyes grew wide in sudden realization. "Oh, woah, you're right! The staff here totally sucks!"

A big fat grin found its way to Chris' muzzle as he heard the acknowledgment. "Half of them only landed their jobs here because Allie planted them here, to be her gossip informants slash drones for her!" Chris said with a few declaring wags of his index finger.

Of course Jayce was one of those lame-o logical types, so he still wasn't completely sold. "But how would she even have the power to do something like that?" he asked as he began scratching his head. "You can't just assimilate an entire school's employment paradigm to your own devices."

"It's because she's part of the student council, mister uses-a-lot-of-big-words," Chris responded with an 'of course' look on his face and little shrug of his shoulders. "You think it's the principal, but behind the scenes it's really the student council that runs everything. How else could you explain how this shitshow of a school actually managed do get stuff done with a brain-dead cantaloupe like principal Falsty?"

Jayce huffed in frustrated uncertainty, drooping his head slightly. Not satisfied with the explanation, but not able to really rebuttal it either, his attention redirecting itself to Allie. "Okay whatever, ridiculous theory aside, let's just see what she knows. We've only got a few minutes before class ends anyway..." Jayce said with a sigh as he got up from his desk and made his way to Allie's front-of-the-class desk, Chis right behind him.

When the two approached the side of the squirrel's desk, she was still incredibly engrossed in her phone, only now she was tapping her phone's screen instead of texting.

"Uh, hey Allie, you have a min-"

"NOO!!! Fucking sewer pipe! I was so close to a new high score!"

Jayce sighed. "Oh christ, she's playing that stupid Flappy Berd game..." the iguana mumbled to Chris, who just shrugged in response, evidently unfamiliar with the game.

Allie muttered something spiteful to herself as she exited out from the game UI, and only then did she seem to notice that somebody was attempting to communicate with her. "Ooh, hey there Jayce, hey blondie."

"Why does everyone keep calling me that today?" Chris sighed to himself.

"Need something?"

Jayce cleared his throat, and a very slight flush made its way to his check scales. "This might sound a bit silly, but uh... we need to know the identity of Rob's clandestine girlfriend, and since you seem to know a lot about that sort of thing, we figured we'd ask you."

"Interesting..." Allie commented with a few interested nods of her head, then picking up her pencil and nibbling lightly on the eraser. "And why do you guys want to know that one?"

Chris beat Jayce to the response. "Oh, Rob just won't tell us who she is, so we're just trying to make sure he's not dating anyone scandalous," the wolf said quite convincingly.

Only Jayce, ever the literal one, didn't quite seem to get what his friend was going for there. "Uh, no, it's because Scott bribed us to do it for him, remember?"

Chris facepalmed himself and let out a frustrated grunt. "Dammit Jayce, I was trying to withhold that information..." the blonde wolf said in a low grumble. "You never know what little details she can use against you!" Allie let off a soft chuckle when she heard the explanation.

Jayce rolled his eyes upward, as he opened his palms upward indifferently. "It doesn't matter; it's not like her knowing why really changes anything. Look Allie, can you help us or not?"

Allie let out a sharp tsk. "Of course. Just who do think I am? Not the greatest high school gossip who ever lived?" she said, taking her pencil out of her muzzle and waving it around somewhat theatrically.

"What's your price?" Jayce countered firmly.

"Hmm..." Allie said, beginning to once more nibble on her pencil's eraser as she contemplated her position. And then, a wicked grin appeared on her muzzle. Ru-roh-Raggy. "You two making out with each other," she stated decisively. "_That's_my price."

Chris and Jayce's jaws dropped harder than an anvil on an unsuspecting old lady as their reaction was spoken in perfect unison. "Wut." While Jayce looked like he just been told that his five hundred dollar Magic: The Collective deck had just been flushed down the crapper, Chris started blushing slightly at the idea, and started nervously fidgeting with his earring.

Allie snorted light-heartedly at their dumbfounded reaction. "Well it doesn't have to be here or anything. You guys can do it somewhere private, just as long as I still see it. 'Cause you know, there hasn't been nearly enough hot man on man action in my life lately, or this series for that matter."

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Jayce blurted out, his left eye twitching. "There's no way I'd do something like that," forming a big fat X with his arms to signal his strong levels of 'Do not want'.

It was then that a mischievous thought entered Chris' mind, and the wolf had to force himself to stop a smile from curling up on his lips. "Wait a minute Jayce, " Chris said as turned Jayce around and huddled with him for a private talk. "I think you should put this into perspective. For every minute Scott holds on to that doll-"

"Figurine."

"Figurine, whatever. For every minute Scott holds on to it there's a chance he might deface it! And it's the same with my DVD set! This is the fastest surefire way to get them away from him! It'll only take a few seconds!"

"Goddammit..." Jayce muttered through gritted teeth, huffing loudly in frustration. "If we do this thing, will you promise never to speak of this ever again?"

Chris' expression entirely collected and serious. "I swear it on Cory Manolith's untimely early grave, may he rest in peace."

This time Jayce was the one who wasn't quite sure what his friend was talking about. The iguana gave a few confused blinks, and with an uncomfortable frown he finally nodded. "Uh, okay fine. I'll do it... for Sailor Mewn."

Chris returned the nod. "For sailor Mewn."

The two turned around from their huddle, and faced the devilish squirrel who probably read way too much slash fanfiction, their expressions dead serious. "Alright we'll do it."

*

"You boys ready to show me the good stuff?"

"Allie, why did you bring a lawn chair and popcorn?" Jayce asked with a typical sigh. It was just like Allie to add her own eccentric spin everything.

"Because that's what anybody does when they're looking forward to a good show. Now start sucking each other's faces off, manslaves!" Allie demanded as she reclined back onto her inexplicably procured lawn chair and threw a few flakes of popcorn (the term for popped popcorn is 'flakes'! Isn't that interesting? The more you KNOOOOOW!) into her muzzle.

Their rendezvous point for doing "the thing" (as Jayce called it, being too much of a pussy to say it explicitly) was decided to be the school's roof, right once classes end for the day. Grovedale High was only two stories tall, but since the upper stairway structure protruded up several feet, and the "in case anyone is stupid enough to fall off the school's roof" fences further obscured any vision of the roof, they would be out of sight as long as they did "the thing" behind the stairway structure they should be fine, in theory.

Chris seemed a tad nervous but anyone who was paying attention to him at all would have realized he was eager to get started. "Sure, I mean, let's get this over with!" the wolf said with a bit of an embarrassed smile on his muzzle.

Jayce wasn't quite as willing however, because when Chris looked up at his much taller friend, the iguana tensed up, nervousness evident in his orange eyes. "Wait, uh..." Jayce stammered, clearly trying to buy time. "Before we start, uh Chris, should I like, get a stool for you or something? There's kind of a height disparity here."

Enter an irritated twitch of Chris' muzzle. "Shut up you goddamn stringbean! Just bend down, it'll be fine."

"Yeah, Jayce BEND DOWN! Heheh, innuendoes," Allie chimed in before tossing a flake upward and catching it into her muzzle.

"Oh jeez, that just made it worse," Jayce mumbled to himself, fidgeting and readjusting his glasses nervously. Chris then raised his eyebrows expectantly at his friend, which just caused the iguana to panic further. "Wait!" Jayce interjected, the desperation thick in his voice. "I, um... I think I left a turkey in the oven."

Allie became visibly irritated with her recalcitrant 'manslave' and his unoriginal excuses. "No more stalling!" She pointed at Chris. "Chris, you make the first move since Jimmy Neutron over here seems to be getting cold feet."

The strange nickname for Jayce seemed to distract the iguana from his nervous state. "Jimmy Neutron? What?"

Chris took in a deep breath and huffed out. "It's because you're a nerd, Jayce. That's as deep as the joke goes. Now bend down so we can just do this already!"

"But the weather's so nice up here!"

"Dammit Jayce, looks like we're gonna have to do this the hard way..." Chris said before delivering a swift knee his friend's groin.

However, not in accordance to the wolf's 100% full proof super special awesome plan, Jayce seemed hardly affected by the blow. "Ow, what the heck did you do that for?"

Having retracted his knee, Chris blinked a few times at the unexpected result, 'cause you know, when anybody comes up with a plan in this series it ALWAYS works out. "Oh, I thought if I kicked you in the balls it'd make you bend down in pain..."

Jayce held his claws out in irritation, making a deeply constipated (hehehhe) frown. "I have INTERNAL genitalia, you dumbass! I'm a reptile-kin!"

"You can pull off his pants to double check if you want Chris!" commented the peanut gallery Allie.

"NO THAT'S QUITE OKAY!" Jayce declared to the eager squirrel in a near roar, only to retract and cover his muzzle, realizing that he might have brought outside attention to their position.

By this point, Chris was more than fed up with Jayce's endearing reluctance. "Look Jayce, you're just making this worse by dragging it out. It's only for fifteen seconds. Let's just do this thing, find out what we need to know, and get our stuff, okay?" he said giving his friend a few assuring slaps on the back.

The nervous iguana took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. After a few moments he finally seemed to have his bearings straight. "Alright fine, I'm just glad this isn't my first kiss..." he said with a yielding sigh.

"You're not convincing anybody, Jayce." Chris commented dryly. "Now just bend down already so we can do this..."

What came next was a really awkward sight. Jayce, ever the nervous wreck, had his eyes closed and was inching his head down painfully slowly like he was a twelve year old boy trying to get his first kiss from the girl he liked, his entire being quivering as he did so.

Chris was clearly unimpressed. "Oh, goddammit," the wolf muttered before placing both his paws behind Jayce's head, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Allie gasped at Chris' sudden move, and then leaned forward, clearly engrossed in the sexy, somewhat consensual make-out session. "Oh yeah baby, that's it. Work that mouth!"

Jayce's surprise and discomfort at the sudden contact were more than obvious, but he was able to hold the kiss for a few good seconds, that is, until a certain something caused his eyes to pop open in disgust as he forcefully broke the kiss. "What the hell Chris? Why are you using tongue?"

After staggering a step backward, Chris let out a few awkward chuckles as he rubbed the back of his head. "Well Allie said to 'make out' so I just figured that meant... Look, she's just going to make us do it again if she doesn't find it satisfactory, so it's no big," he commented with a shy shrug.

Allie scowled at Jayce, who shuddered at the ferocious sight of 'How dare you get in the way of my man-on-man action' Allie. "Yeah, he's right, so get back to it! That was like, four seconds top! I'll make you do it for even longer if you finish early again! And don't you even dare try to make a 'that's what she said' joke with that!"

Jayce groaned, not because he couldn't make a really sweet 'that's what she said' joke, but because he was stuck in a position more awkward than that time his grandmother asked him to get her a pack of condoms. "I don't know if I can do this..."

"Freaking flake..." Chris muttered to himself with a roll of his intensely blue eyes. "Come on Jayce, it's a little late to start pussying out now. Just think about your figurine, pretend it's Sailor Mewn you're making out with and not me."

"That doesn't really help considering how she's supposed to be like thirteen, but okay..."

So with a little more courage than the last time, Jayce attempted to initiate the kiss, only to have Chris reel him in. Jayce let Chris' long wet tongue into his own muzzle without any struggle, but didn't have the courage to do much with his own tongue, but it seemed that Chris' tongue was more than willing to make up for that.

They went at it successfully for five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen!

Chris expected Jayce to suddenly break the kiss again, but instead he just stopped moving his lips, a look of abject horror on his muzzle as he slowly raised his arm and pointed a shaking finger in Allie's direction.

"Uh, something wrong Jayce? What are you pointing at..."

Chris froze up when he looked behind his back; Allie was not so subtly taking pictures of them making out on her phone.

"What? Oh, don't worry about me. Just keep going," Allie said giddily, holding her phone up with one paw and pinching her nose with one other as a small trickle of blood slowly rolled down her muzzle (This is just like one of my Japanese Ani-mays!).

Chris relinquished his grip of Jayce who just sort of slumped down listlessly to his knees. "You unbelievable bitch... you tricked us!" he snarled, his expression a fierce glower.

"Yep," announced Allie happily, taking a tissue out from her purse and wiping her nose. "And now you two are going to do this for me every day after school unless you want pictures of you two making out to show up in the school newspaper."

"But... you said it was going to be kept private..." Jayce said hardly above a whisper, the expression on his muzzle growing ever more pathetic and terrified.

"Yeah, the kiss was private, WHEN YOU DID IT. But I never said anything about not taking pictures. In fact, it was so obvious that I was going to pull something like this, I can't believe you didn't see it coming!"

And then, the gears started turning in Chris' head. All Allie's blackmail entailed was for him to make out with Jayce more... a lot more. This was basically a ticket to make out with his straight friend every school day. "Oh yeah, that's uh... awful. What a tragedy. Really sucks right now," Chris said plainly. He wasn't trying very hard to make his anguish sound convincing, which was fine because Jayce's reaction was more than making up for that.

"Ahuhhuhhuhh," sobbed Jayce melodramatically, claws covering his eyes, though considering how ridiculous everything was turning out to be, it seemed appropriate.

"Don't feel so bad about it Jayce, it's only until you graduate! So as a junior that's like, what, only three hundred more make-out session?"

At this point Jayce collapsed to the ground and curled up into a fetal position. "AHUHHUHHUHH"

Allie couldn't help but chortle at Jayce's pathetic... everything. "Your tears please me, manslave... but don't worry, I'm sure when I tell you about Rob's girlfriend you'll feel better."

Chris' tail started wagging excitedly, completely indifferent to his friend's wallowing. "Is she a movie star? O-or a princess?" Chris added in, wondering if his ridiculous theory had any bearing with reality.

"Nope, She's nonexistent! Rob never had a girlfriend; I don't know where you two dorks got that idea from."

Jayce's sobbing suddenly stopped. For a few moments, his expression was blank. "YOU MEAN THIS WAS ALL FOR NOTHING!?!??!?!!?!?" As this point, Jayce's shit wasn't so much lost as launched into outer space, sent through a wormhole and spewed into another dimension.

"But then who has he been texting all this time?!" Chris asked in agitated disbelief. He was really hoping Rob's girlfriend would have turned out to be a princess. Her being not real was just laaaaaame.

"You want to know _that_one, it's going to cost you some more-"

"NO THANK YOU!" Jayce blurted out, getting back onto his feet in a surge of sudden indignity. With the sad scowl on his muzzle that was slick with tears, he looked as if he had just been sexually abused, which he had, poor Jayce. "Come on Chris, we're leaving; there's nothing but abuse and humiliation to be had here," he said as he grabbed Chris' wrist.

"Later boys! I'm looking forward to you to slobbering over each other every day for me!" Allie called out to the duo with a happy little wave of her paw and a big fat grin on her muzzle.

As Jayce dragged his friend back down to the stairway, Chris looked at Allie, a faint smile impressed on his lips. Before the wolf walked out of sight he mouthed the words "thank you", which only made her shit-eating grin even more shit-eatingy... Shit-eatinger? Eh whatever, you get the picture.

Once the two had left, Allie gave herself a few self-satisfied nods and reclined farther back on her lawn chair. With both paws behind her head, she began basking in her victory that would bring her many more days of hot guy-on-guy action at the expense of Jayce's sanity, while at the same time helping Chris deal with his pent up homosexual urges. Everything was perfect.

But then after a few moments, Allie felt like she had to do something dramatic to end the story on, so she took her phone out again and scrolled a few pics back to look at particular picture....

It was a picture of a certain hot panther making out with an equally hot muscular Rottweiler at a dim movie theater. Usually Allie tricked people into giving her dirt or got other people to take it for her, but not this one. This one was just good luck. Another small stream of blood began to roll down Allie's muzzle as she grinned at her treasured picture; she sure was glad she went to go see Cannibal Onslaught that Saturday.

"Don't worry Rob, you and your hot boytoy's secret is safe with me! Well, for now anyway..."