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A Summer to Forget

By Komatose © 2008

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Silence, it was all Blake could hear. He was lying in his bed, alone, in his room. His back was a bit achy from gardening he had done earlier that day, but he did get an allowance boost. It was past nine, he was sure there were things he could find to do...play some games, surf the internet, catch up on reading for classes the next day, but there was only one thing he wanted.

Wes.

He and Wes had been dating for about four months now, and every time he was with Wes he felt as warm and happy as he did the first day they kissed. He truly did love Wes, but always things would come into his mind.

Would he ever fall out of love? He had always heard stories from the girls at school about how their relationships ended because they got sick of seeing each other. What kind of love is that? Blake could not; he did not want to believe that. There was nothing Wes did that irritated him, Wes was the perfect mate, but was he...too perfect? No, Blake had to take his mind off of that, how could he think that he was not good enough for Wes, that Wes deserved better?

Blake started to think about things Wes did...things that might be embarrassing. Wes did quite a few things that most would see as bad manners. He liked to belch out loud, even in public; Blake loved it when he did that. He would cuss like a sailor, and come up with some really sick jokes, Blake loved it. He would often flash Blake, either by letting his ass hang out or sticking his sheath or whole cock out of the fly of his pants, Blake really loved that.

Blake could not stand it, he put his paws on his head and pulled his head fur. He needed Wes, NOW.

Blake ripped his cell phone out and had it ringing by his ear. When he head the ringing stop, his heart jumped and warmth surged though his body.

"Howdy, Blake"

"Hey, big guy...what are you up to." Blake wanted to stick his tongue though the phone and lick Wes's face.

"Oh, nothin' much, I was just watchin' some T.V., what're yuh doin'?" Blake licked his cell phone.

"Oh Wes, I know we live right next to each other, but I can't stand being that far from you, I miss you already."

There was a pause, no answer. Blake felt hesitant; he didn't know if Wes was thinking of something to say or...tired of talking to him? Blake pulled the phone from his ear...Call Ended...did Wes just hang up on him?

Blake didn't know what to do, call him again? Maybe the call got dropped. He hit re-dial...ring...ring....ring...voicemail.

Blake could feel tears well up, this was the first time Wes did something like this, maybe his premonitions were correct, maybe this was the beginning of the end, maybe Wes wanted to be left alone. Blake let his phone slip from his paw and land on the carpet with a dull, yet earsplitting, thud.

Moments after that, he heard something, someone walking up the stairs. Probably his brother, the last person he would want to see right at this moment.

He could tell it wasn't Scott because he heard his door handle turn, Scott never entered without knocking.

The door flew open, almost being ripped off of its hinges.

Standing in the doorway was a seven-foot tall beast; its thick, muscled body covered in short white hair as it panted heavily.

"I missed yuh too, love."

Blake's tears of fear became joy as they released themselves and slid down his face as he sat up on his bed.

Wes lunged at the bed, making it scream under the sudden increase of weight, he wrapped his arms around his pup and smothered him with affection, kissing and licking all over his face.

Wes stopped and gazed deeply into Blake's hazel eyes, he tasted his tears. "Why yuh cryin', sugar?"

Blake chocked his answer, "Because I love you so much."

Wes smiled. "I love yuh too, mind if I stay the night?"

Blake smiled as the one thing he wanted the most promised to stay close to him. "Will you please?"

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, the thoughts Blake had earlier about falling out of love were completely dissolved as he slid one of his nimble paws into Wes's tight jeans.

At the same time, another was resting in their bed, their heart much lonelier. The hyena was staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles. The day was replaying over and over in his head; the emotions he had felt were still burning inside of him. He finally showed his true self to someone, someone who he did not intentionally want to share with, but still felt good getting to. He wanted to see that someone again, but there was something blocking him, his father.

Drew's father, Pastor Gregory Lewis, was his only hindrance in being able to fully awaken himself. Gregory despised homosexuals; the day he made this clear to his son was burned in his mind.

It was almost exactly three years ago, every detail was still crystal clear. The otter's battered body tied to the oak tree outside of the church, the scene, the blood, the reaction.

He was standing next to his father, his dead classmate being taken from the tree and placed into a body bag. His father's words came out like ice cold daggers, stabbing his son in the side of the head.

"Why did it have to be my church, why couldn't whoever did this just kill the faggot out in the countryside so the wild animals could feast on its tainted flesh...I better not lose any patronage."

Drew winced at the memory. How could someone who claims they work for the Lord say something so hateful? Pastor Gregory did not care about the fact that a young life was ended so tragically, but that his church's reputation might be marred.

Now that Drew was able to share his true feelings, and hopefully have a relationship with Bill, these words filled him with anger. He saw Bill in his mind, his father labeling he and his boyfriend as "faggots," "its," worthless," it made his blood boil with anger.

Drew looked up and saw his Bible on his headboard. He snatched the holy book and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall and landed with a flutter of pages on the floor, Drew had wanted the wall to be his father's face.

He lay back onto his bed, his eyes became watery, and he cried himself to sleep.

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Monday was just one of those normal days. Classes passed by at their usual pace, but to Blake, they felt like they took forever. He wanted lunch to come faster, not only for the delicious nacho supreme to be served that day, but to see Wes again.

Fourth period ended, and Blake literally ran to the cafeteria to sit at his usual table. There was Wes, and when their eyes met, Blake felt the rush of comfort and love he had always felt whenever they looked each other in the face. Blake had started sitting next to Wes at the table rather than across like he did at the beginning of the semester.

The same girls were there, Amy texting, Laura laughing, Haley daydreaming, Adriana and Heather giggling, and Carla; she still never was her self anymore. Blake really was worried about her, he was angry that her boyfriend would actually take out his anger on her. He wanted to get her away from him, no matter how mad one can be; they should never take it out on someone they claim they love.

Bill sat at the table as he always did, but this time, something was drastically different. Drew joined him, and when Blake saw their eyes meet, he knew something had changed. Bill and Drew were gazing into each other's face, smiles wide across. Bill had actually done it, but how? Blake would have to find out when there weren't as many ears around.

The school day was over, and Blake was waiting for Bill by his car, as he had told him he would in their computer class. Wes was with Blake, leaning against Bill's mini van with his thick arms crossed over his chest.

"Do yuh really think that Bill 'n' Drew are together? Drew's the preacher's son, right? That sure is gonna stir up a hornet's nest, I tell yuh what."

Blake leaned next to Wes. "Yeah, I'm completely shocked, I never knew that Drew was gay, I mean, I never had any suspicions."

Wes smiled and placed a paw on Blake's shoulder. "Yuh need to get yur gaydar checked, pup."

Blake rolled his eyes and placed his paw on top of Wes's. "Bah, whatever, oh, here comes Bill, and look! Drew is with him!"

Bill and Drew were walking side-by-side; both were smiling as brightly as they were during lunch. They approached Blake and Wes.

Blake pushed himself from the van and greeted them. "Hey guys, sorry to seem to...interrogative, but I just need to know the facts. Drew...are you...?"

Before Blake could finish, Drew wrapped his arms around him and gave him a tight hug. Wes squinted at Drew, even though it was a friendship hug, he still felt...unnerved.

Drew released Blake. "That's right, buddy, I'm a fag, and...I'm happy!" Drew stepped back to Bill's side and put his arm around him. Bill did the same.

Blake smiled. "Well, I never would have imagined you of all people."

Drew smiled back. "I never would have guessed you either, but I'll tell you a secret, I knew for a while that you and Wes were together."

Blake's eyes widened, Wes joined Blake and stood at his side, wanting to hear the conversation better.

"How did you know?" Blake asked.

Drew smiled. "It was so...adorable! I witnessed you and Wes kiss in the park that one day in December, I saw you from the Subway across the street."

Blake blushed a bit and then felt his paw be taken by Wes's. Wes looked at him and smiled, his gentle emerald eyes focused on his love.

"That day I saw you, I wanted to be just like you two, I was so...jealous. I thought I would never find love, not until I got away from this town...and my father...but I found that someone, right here." Drew leaned into Bill and kissed his cheek, Bill giggled.

Blake felt comfortable again, he now knew that he and Wes were not the only two alone in the town that had the same feelings, but he also felt even more fearful for Drew, knowing who his father was, and how he might eventually find out.

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Tuesday, April 29th. The halls of Juniper Hill's were adorned with posters, decorations, and information about the upcoming prom. Prom was the one day of the school year in which the anti-romance rule could be broken.

Blake had never gone to prom his first three years; he just could not go without someone he didn't love. He had that now, but that was the problem this time. No same-sex couples were allowed to sign up, even if it was just for fun to get in, you had to have a partner of the opposite gender. Blake really wanted to go this year, his last opportunity. He did not care if the whole school saw him and Wes dancing, hugging, kissing, he was not afraid anymore, his love for Wes was stronger than his fear of the town.

During lunch, Drew personally revealed to the girls that he and Bill were gay. Amy and Laura both smiled, Haley finally understood why Bill did not want to go out with her, Adriana and Heather's dreams of the two hunky guy were crushed again, but Carla, the one person who Blake would figure would be the most supportive, kept silent. Blake imagined the Carla was still afraid that the same thing might happen to them that happened to Troy, especially since Drew was the pastor's son.

After the revelation, some prom talk began stirring up.

"So...what is everyone going to do for prom? It's going to be "Island getaway" themed, ooh, sexy time!" Laura's buck teeth poked out of her mouth when she smiled.

Amy began. "I'm going with Vinney, we get to be one of the rare human couples."

Laura added. "Well, I, of course, am going with my dream squirrel, Justin." Laura held her paws together and batted her lashes.

Laura turned to Carla. "Hey boo, are you going with Stan? Oh, how is he doing by the way? He sure looks depressed, and it must be rubbing off on you, you need to smile more!"

Carla forced a smile. "Sorry, I guess I haven't been myself lately...Stan won't be going, he would rather go to a friends party and drink than go to prom with me."

Haley slammed her feline paws on the table. "Bullshit! Fuck that asshole!" Haley then looked at the four guys, realizing that was not the best choice of words in front of them.

"Oh God, sorry!" her face tensed up with a nervous smile, everyone laughed, except Carla.

Haley went on, "Seriously, Carla, you need to find someone better! Sure, Stan is going through some family problems, but he should not dump you for prom like that!"

Blake added, "Yeah, princess, there are much nicer guys for you, you just need to keep looking."

Carla looked at the table, she wanted to cry, but held it in. Maybe Blake was right, she needed to move on from Stan, but she didn't want to completely abandon him in his rough times, what would be the right thing to do?

Laura laughed. "Oh come on, Blake, the only nice guy is a gay one, and that's why I like you all so much."

Bill giggled. "Laura, you sure have a strange way to flatter a queer, can I braid your hair?

The whole table laughed, and for the first time, Carla laughed too.

Lunch was nearing its end, but an important conversation was begun by Heather.

"Hey you guys, are you going to go to prom?" She was looking at the four males at the table.

Adriana shook her Corgi friend. "Duh, boba, they won't be able to go, remember the no same-gender sign up?"

Heather frowned, "Oh yeah, sorry."

Haley was struck with inspiration. "Hey! The can go with us!"

The whole table was listening. "Yeah, it will be perfect! I, Adriana, Heather, and Carla can all take one of you each, and after we are in, we can go about our own business! Jackpot!"

Bill looked at Drew, and Blake at Wes. After a short whisper moment, they all smiled and turned their attention to Haley again.

"I like that idea; Haley, Wes and I are in!" Blake announced.

Drew was still shy about the idea, Bill loved it. Drew was afraid that someone would see him and tell his father, but Drew made his mind up, he didn't want to live the last year of high school in fear.

"Well...I...but..." He felt his paw get warm, Bill put his hand on top of Drew's, he was no longer afraid.

"Yeah, we will go with that plan, sounds good!"

Haley was giddy, now was her moment to pick who to go with, she screamed out her false date before the other three got to pick.

"I get Bill!" she yelled.

"Aye! I get Wes!" Adriana squealed.

"I'll take Drew!" Heather said as she threw her paw into the air.

Carla smiled. "And that leaves me with Blakey."

After lunch, they hurried to the sign-up booth set up in the foyer and had all of their names written on the list. This was going to be one interesting prom.

After school, Drew met Bill by his van. They hugged.

"Are you excited, Drew? We get to go to prom together! Oh, this is going to be so nice."

Drew hesitantly smiled. "Yeah, I just...hope we aren't, you know...rushing things."

Bill smiled and embraced Drew again. "Not at all, hyena boy, though, I would like some alone time with you, you know?"

Drew rested his head on Drew's chest. "We could never at my house, but believe me, I want to be alone with you, just us, together."

Bill smiled. "We will eventually, the time will come, don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

Drew smiled back. "I can't wait. I'll call you later, take care" He turned his head up and gave Bill a smooch before they parted ways.

They did not know that they were being watched. A pair of spectacled eyes witnessed them from the school building. The large bull smiled and gathered his paperwork.

"William, you better make sure he loves you this time."

The teacher put the papers into a briefcase, shut the lights off, locked the door, and headed back to the same place Bill was heading, home.

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April 30th, the last day of the month, and a Wednesday. Prom was going to be on May 23rd, so Blake and the others had three weeks to prepare. Most of the females in the school had already purchased their dresses months before prom, some girls just love to shop. Most guys rented a tux a week before, typical males.

After school, Blake came over to Wes's after dinner to help him with some homework, and to talk about the prom.

"I think this is going to be fun, Wes, this is actually the first prom I've been to. Have you been to your schools down south?"

Wes looked up at Blake as he was lying on his belly in his bed. "I've been tuh muh sophomore one, with muh ex. It was not as fun as I hoped."

Blake pushed himself from Wes's desk, the rolley chair squeaking as he did so. "Not so fun? Why was that?"

Wes sighed. "I was hopin' he and I would do some dancin', just be with each other the whole night, bein' real close, ya'know? We danced one time, that was it, then he said he had tuh go tuh the washroom, I didn't see him for like half an hour after that. I just sat in a chair and waited. I'm not sure what he did, but it really ruined muh night."

Blake got out of the chair, kneeled by Wes's bed, and nuzzled the big dog. "I promise that I will never do that. This is going to be our night, and I want nothing more than to be as close as I can get to you the whole night."

Wes smiled and put an arm around his pup. "That sounds good to meh, sugar. I love yuh."

Blake smiled back. "I love you too."

They kissed, and it is best to say that they forgot about Wes's homework that night.

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The next week sped by like a blur. The girls had all gotten their dresses, and were constantly showing pictures of them to each other, including Blake and the other guys. Bill was the only one who actually had something to say about them, it seemed like he was really into fashion, Adriana and Heather instantly became best gal-pals with him when they realized his deep knowledge of the fashion scene.

Drew was really getting restless, he wanted to have his first experience with Bill, but he could never find a good time. He could never have Bill over at his house; his father was there every day, and it was just too awkward to be at Bill's, Bill had two younger sisters, Ashley and Heidi, and Bill's dad was always home as well, since he and his son shared the same time schedule.

Bill was much more patient that Drew, he really wanted to get to know Drew a lot more before having sex for the first time, he figured this way there would be less of a chance of Drew running away after it, like others had done to him before. It was not that Bill was bad at sex; he just made bad choices in guys. He would often mistakenly choose the bi-curious guy that was horny and wanted some ass. These kinds of guys were common in Chacigo. Bill wanted love, he wanted passion, he wanted romance, and he was hoping that there were more of the loving types away from the city.

What Drew did not know is that Bill had plans for them; something that Bill thought would be romantic.

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May 9th, Friday, this would be the day that Bill would surprise Drew.

Over the past week, Bill had been going on drives around the county, getting a good idea of the lay of the land, until he had found exactly what he was looking for.

After school, Drew met Bill by his van, as he had done every day.

"Hey, Billy, how was your last class?"

Bill giggled; he loved it when Drew called him 'Billy.' "Oh, boring, as usual, but I'm glad I get to see you again."

Drew smiled and then frowned, his round ears drooping. "Yeah...that's all we get to do is see each other. I...damn it Billy, I want to be close to you! I want to be closer than just a chat here or there or going out to eat, I want you..."

Bill could not have asked for a more perfect moment. "Want it to be tonight?"

Drew's eyes flew open, his ears perking back up. "You...tonight? Oh Billy, I do, but how? Do you have a plan?"

A smirk grew across the bovine's snout. "I found just the place, away from any eyes; it will be just the two of us, my little hyena"

Drew embraced the bull, almost sobbing. "Awesome, I can't wait; tell me what you have planned."

Bill told Drew he would pick him up around eight; it had to be dark outside for the moment to be just perfect.

It was seven fifty-five. Drew was standing by the door, pacing back and forth and looking out the window ever ten seconds. He was wearing his typical green t-shirt and jean shorts with belt, the t-shirt was a bit too small for him, so it clung to him well and showed off his nice chest, Bill told him that it was his favorite shirt. He kept looking at his watch, every ticking second felt like an eternity.

Drew's father walked down the stairs to see his son looking anxious.

"Drew, what in the Father's holy name are you waiting for?" Pastor Lewis squinted over his spectacles.

Drew thought of what to say, 'I'm waiting to go have sex with my boyfriend' was not the best choice words. "Oh, um, I'm going to a movie with some friends, ya'know, guys from the football team."

The pastor bought the lie. "Very well, just make sure you are home before midnight."

Right as Pastor Lewis walked into the kitchen, Drew heard a car horn.

He quickly ran out of the house, bounded across the yard, and jumped through the open window of the mini van. Bill giggled insanely.

"Someone is happy to see me!" He was blushing under his dark fur.

Drew leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "You have no idea how happy."

Drew put on his belt and the van sped off into the dark.

The drive was about twenty minuets, Drew kept looking out the window, watching the town pass by and then it turning into fields and spotted farmhouses, then into forest. The road began to incline as they drove further up in elevation. Drew realized were they were going, the tallest hill in the county, 'Davis Hill.' Drew had forgotten why it was called that, it was taught in one of his history classes, but at this moment, he didn't care about school, he was with Bill, and that was all that mattered.

The van turned off of the paved road and onto a gravel back road, and after five minuets or so, it came to a halt at a clearing at the top. Bill put the van into park and turned the engine off, the only thing illuminating the area was the moon and stars.

They exited the van and stood next to each other, gazing into the sky, a gentle breeze blowing past them, cooling them from the warmth of the May air. Down below, the land was spotted with lights from farmhouses, and a large conglomerate of lights from Juniper Hills, and further, a huge span of lights from Freeton, the largest city in the county.

"Wow, Billy, I'm surprised you found this place, since you haven't been living here that long.

Bill cuddled close to Drew, laying his chin on top of Drew's shoulder. "I just wanted to find the best spot, isn't this a beautiful sight?"

Drew put an arm around Bill. "It is very beautiful, but...I think you are more beautiful than the view."

Bill blushed again. "Oh, Drew, you flatter me, you really think that I am?"

Drew looked into Bill's eyes, the sky blue color being lit up only by the light of the moon. "Yes, I do, I may not seem the romantic type, but...you bring out the real me."

Bill had never been so admired, he moved his head closer to Drew's, Drew did the same, and their lips met. This kiss was better than their first, they felt as though the gentle breeze would lift them into the air and they could fly away. Their kiss became more passionate as Drew slid his tongue into Bill's mouth, exploring the bovine maw, rubbing against the flat teeth and the wide tongue. Bill did the same; his tongue scraping against Drew's sharp teeth, the gentle scratching was entrancing.

Drew could feel his sheath stir, he was ready for tonight. Bill was also feeling the same sensations as his pink cock started to awaken from its own sheath.

Bill's hand made its way into Drew's shirt. He gently traced his fingertips over Drew's solid pectorals and slowly gliding down his six-pack, coming to a rest near his navel. Drew had such a nice body, something that Bill was often a sap for.

Drew loved the feeling of having his body touched, it made his cock awaken and poke out of its light tan sheath. Drew stood back a little and removed his shirt, tossing it onto the hood of the van. They rejoined lips as Bill ran his fingers up and down Drew's body again.

Drew began to explore Bill now, his paws sliding from his shoulders to his thick arms. Bill's arms weren't very defined, but they were big. Drew's paws moved onto Bill's midriff, Bill did have bigger muscles, but not nearly as much definition as Drew. Bill had a large chest, not solid, but it was nice and tight. Bill had a belly too, much like Wes, but not nearly as firm. Drew's hands moved to Bill's back, and rested on the bull's large rump. Drew gave it a squeeze. Their lips parted as Bill gasped.

"You naughty little hyena, it looks like I'm gonna have to play dirty." Bill smiled as he took his own shirt off, making sure not to get it caught on his horns.

Drew finally got to see Bill's exposed midriff, it made his cock stiffen even harder. Drew bent closer to Bill's big, pink nipples and gave the left one a lick. Bill threw his head up and moo-oaned. Drew moved to the right have gave it its share of licks.

Bill pushed Drew back. "My turn."

Bill stuck his snout onto Drew's right pec, his cold snout making Drew jump as his nose pressed against his chest. Bill began to suck on the brown hyena nipple, making his as hard as Drew's cock. Bill moved to the left and gave it the attention it deserved.

Bill could easily notice the tent formed in Drew's jeans, he couldn't ignore it anymore. Bill undid the belt, pulled it off and threw it onto the grass. He looked Drew in the eyes.

"You ready?" Drew smiled.

"I was born ready." Bill rolled his eyes at the cheesy reply and giggled.

Bill's thick fingers gracefully undid the button and the zipper, and the jeans fell to the grass around Drew's ankles. Drew was wearing a pair of blue briefs, and Bill got a good waft of Drew's musk. It was amazing, this was actually the second canine he was going to be with, but the familiar canine musk was still very enchanting to his bovine nose.

"Oh my, your underwear is so cute, I like it." Drew smirked.

"Take 'em off and see if you think it's still cute." Bill liked his frisky talk.

Bill placed two kneeled and placed his hands into the elastic lining and pulled down. Drew's seven and a half inch cock met him face-to-glans, illuminated slightly by the moon. More musk filled Bill's snout as a drop of pre gathered at the end of the fat, red cock. Bill loved what he was seeing, Drew had a very thick cock, it was almost as thick as Drew's wrist, Bill had always preferred girth to length.

"It's not cute, it's more like delicious." Bill wrapped his tongue around the base of Drew's cock and gave it a long lick, collecting the pre as it oozed out of the cumslit.

Drew's body shuddred as his cock was touched by something other than his hand for the first time. That one lick was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. Drew leaned his head back and howled as Bill began to suck the fat cock, taking the whole thing into his wide mouth, his tongue rolling all around it.

Bill released the cock with a wet 'pop.' "My god, you taste amazing." Bill pushed his snout into Drew's dark brown pubic fur, taking a deep smell.

Drew spoke. *pant* "Bill, I want to see yours....I...I want to taste it too, please?"

Bill smiled. Bill usually played the submissive role, despite being bigger than some of his partners, but he figured it would be good to let Drew experience it.

"Ok, hun, but take it slow, ok, I'm a bull, size is something we are good at."

Bill stood back up, his own cock tightly fitting inside of his cargo pants. Drew could see the outline gently light up by the moon. It made him nervous just from the outline.

Bill undid his button and zipper and let the pants fall. He easily stepped out of them since he did not have to wear shoes. Bill was wearing a pair of purple boxer-briefs under his pants; his cock was hardly contained by them as it was almost touching the seam on his thigh.

Drew gulped as Bill removed his undergarments. This was the first time he had seen an erect penis, in person, that is, and boy it was a whopper.

Bill's cock was ten inches long, pink in color with a splotch of black skin at the head, and dripping pre like a leaky faucet as it hang downwards. It was not as thick as Drew's, but it had a nice girth to it. Behind the cock was a set of tennis-ball sized testicles that hang halfway to the knees in-between the thighs, covered in black velvet-like fur.

"Shit...it's...huge." This was the only thing Drew could say, his own cock still rock hard at the sight of the bovine genitals.

Bill put a hand on his hips. "He he he, its actually average for a bull my size, believe me, there are much bigger cocks out there, but lets get back to you and me."

Drew gulped and got closer to the bovine cock. He could smell Bill's musk, it was the first time he had smelled another male's musk, and it was intoxicating to him. It made him hornier, his mouth started to water a bit, he wrapped a paw around the middle of Bill's cock, making him moo-oan. He began to stroke the piece of meat, making pre ooze out as his paw reached the head.

Some pre dibbled onto his paw-finger, he lifted it to his nose and smelled it. It was very pungent, not a bad smell at all, but a new one, another male's smell. He licked it off of his paw. It was such a new flavor, so interesting, he wanted more.

Drew grabbed Bill's cock again and brought his tongue to the head and gave it a rough lick. Bill mooed again; he forgot how good it did feel to have another guy play with his cock. After a few more licks, Drew wrapped his maw around the massive cock, slowly sucking on the tip. He began to move his head back and forth, his teeth gently brushing against the sides of the meat. Bill threw his head back grabbed his nipples, giving them a satisfying twist.

Drew tried to go down as far as he could on the cock. His cock-sucking ability was not that great, but Bill did not mind about how good his partner was at it, Bill himself was a blow-job master.

Drew took one last draw on the bovine meat, savoring the flavor as the pre dripped into his mouth, he pulled back and let the cock flop back down as he gasped for air.

"Are you ok, hun?" Bill asked with concerned eyes.

Drew wiped his chin with his paw. "I'm great, I always wondered what cock tasted like, and I love it. Tastes like steak." He looked up and Bill and winked.

Bill leaned down toward the hyena and kissed him on the nose. "Are you ready to saddle up, cowboy?"

Drew licked Bill's broad nose in return. "I'm ready"

Bill stood back up and pointed to the van. "I folded down the seats in the back; it's almost like a bed in there."

Drew stood up as well and followed Bill into the van, their clothes still idly tossed about in the grass outside. Bill had everything set up perfectly; he had a couple blankets and some pillows laying over the retracted seats in his van.

Bill threw himself onto the blankets and pulled Drew onto him, their faces meeting in a hungry kiss. "Mmm...let me get myself ready, cowboy."

Drew moved to the side and sat on his knees as Bill grabbed a bottle of lube he had stashed in one of the cup holders. Bill got on all fours and gave his hole an ample helping of the lubricant.

Bill gave his ass a shake while he hoisted it into the air. "Go ahead, take me."

Drew scooted behind the bull, his back leaning against the driver's seat. He looked at Bill's ass; it was as he had said, voluptuous. He placed one paw on each cheek and squeezed hard, making Bill moo-oan.

"Damn, your ass is so big, but it's nice and firm at the same time." Drew rubbed the cheeks in a circular motion.

Bill looked back at him. "It's quite a fine rump roast, I must say..." *gasp*

Drew made the bull gasp by grabbing the massive dangling ball sac from behind; he pulled towards himself and bathed it with saliva.

Bill moo-oaned as his balls were cleaned by his 'caddy,'

Drew let go of the heavy sac and it flopped back to its dangling position from gravity, he then scooted closer to the massive rump. He lifted Bill's tail up and got a look at the pink pucker, glistening from the lube that had been applied.

Drew felt his sexual instincts come in, and without hesitating, he shoved his fat cock head into the hungry pucker. Bill let out a gasp.

"Moooohh....give it to me, cowboy, give me all you got, I like it rough." This was Drew's invitation; he shoved his cock forward into the bovine pucker hole, making Bill moo in delight.

Drew's cock was now embedded in the bovine's ass, the warmth and pressure around his cock felt beyond amazing. His instincts kicked in again as he began to rock back and forth, making his fat red cock slide in the same motion as his hips.

Bill was enjoying himself greatly, this was not the longest cock to ever be inside of him, but it was one of the thickest. The pressure from its thickness made his insides stretch and gently massage his prostate. He pushed back on Drew and started to gently grind his rump into the hyena's pelvis.

"Mooooh...you feel so nice, go faster, use my horns if you need to....oooh."

Drew looked up at Bill's horns, the perfect handlebars. He reached up and took one in each paw; he could feel Bill's thick neck tense up as he prepared for them to be pulled. Drew pulled back hard on them; keeping his torso steady as his hips did all the movement, jack hammering his cock into Bill's ass.

The sensation was overwhelming, Drew's knot began to for and his orgasm was nearing.

"Ngh...Billy...have you ever been tied before?"

Bill didn't really understand why he asked that. "Ughh...you want to tie me up? I didn't bring any....Oooh...rope or bungee cords...Uhmf."

Drew slowed his humping to chuckle. "No, silly, I mean, have you ever had a canine's knot in your ass?"

Bill got it now. "Heh, no, I was with a canine once, but he didn't want to...'tie'...us"

Drew kissed the back of Bill's neck. "Well I do."

With that sentence, Drew shoved his fat knot into Bill's ass; the bull let loose a bovine roar.

"OH GOD...wasn't expecting that...ooh....it feels so good..." Drew let go of Bill's horns and wrapped his arms around Bill's thick chest, he then started to grind his hips into Bill's ass since the knot prevented any movement.

The next thing Drew felt was pure ecstasy. His fat cock began to throb deep within Bill's bowels, hyena seed gushed out of the cock and coated the bull's interior. Drew howled and fell limp on top of Bill, exhausted.

Bill was almost on the verge of cumming, and when Drew stopped grinding, he grabbed his own cock and began pumping it. After a quick jerking, his balls tensed up and his bovine penis erupted in a volcano of spooge, splattering all over the blankets, his abdomen, his chin, and some hitting the van's rear hatch door.

Bill fell onto his left side, Drew still clinging to his back, both breathing heavily as they delighted in the experienced they had just shared. Drew his head on Bill's right shoulder, he could smell the cum on the bovine's chin. He started licking the right side of Bill's face, cleaning up any semen he could reach on the bull's face.

So many different smells were dancing through Drew's nose, Bill's cum, the outside air from the open windows, the van's pine air freshener, the clean blankets, it was so soothing.

Bill placed his right hand on the side of Drew's face. "How do you feel?"

Drew smiled. "I feel...Amazing. I just want to lie here with you for a while; I just want to be close to you, you feel so warm, Billy."

Bill stroked Drew's cheek. "We can stay here for as long as you want to, hyena boy, as long as you want."

With that, Drew's eyelids began to get heavy, he closed them and drifted off, feeling the most content he had ever felt in his life. Bill did the same as the gentle breeze caressed them through the open windows of the van.

*******

Drew began to stir again; he opened his eyes and could hear the deep breathing of Bill. He smiled, but then realized something, something very important. What time was it?

Drew lifted his head and looked for the green illumination on the dashboard to reveal the time. His eyes filled with fear when he saw the time. One forty-seven in the morning.

He was supposed to be home before midnight! His father should have called by now, but then he then realized he did not have his cell phone on him, it was outside along with his pants.

He shook Bill, waking him up.

"Mmm...what is it, sweetie? I was having such a nice dream about us..."

Drew was too worried at this point. "I...I'm sorry Bill, but I slept too late, I didn't tell you this, but I needed to be home by midnight, and now its almost two hours past that!"

Bill could sense his fear, so he got into action. They both exited the van, the breeze had died down, and all that could be felt was the warm, extremely early morning air. They both began to pick up their clothes, Drew found his phone. His face cringed.

His father had called him twelve times, leaving four voice mails and one text message. He listened to the messages, his father was not happy, and with each new message, his father's tone got angrier. The last message sealed his fate, when he returned home, he was to be grounded and help clean the church ever Sunday for a month.

"God dammit!" he yelled as he swiftly closed the flip-phone.

"What's wrong, hun?" Bill had his clothes back on and came over to Drew.

"It's my fucking dad, he is really pissed that I'm late, I'm going to get grounded."

Bill tilted his head to the side. "Grounded? You are nineteen years old, why does he treat you like you are thirteen?"

Drew growled. "Because he is a stupid asshole, that's why! I hope he burns in Hell! FUCK HIM!!!"

Drew picked up a stone from the gravel path and threw it in anger; wishing it would make it to Juniper Hill's and break through the front window of his house to hit his father in the forehead.

Bill stepped back, even though he was bigger, he was frightened of Drew's anger.

Drew looked at Bill, his dark brown eyes focusing right into the bull's sky blue orbs. He then dropped his arms to side and lowered his head. He looked back up and rushed at the bovine, wrapping his arms around him and sobbing into his chest.

*sniff* "I'm sorry I got so emotional, it's just...Billy...I...I love you, and I don't want him to take you away from me!"

Bill's eyes widened. He quickly embraced Drew back, lowering his snout onto the hyena's shoulder. Bill could feel his own tears coming. This was the first time someone had told him that they had loved him and that they had wanted to stay with him.

"Drew...you...love me? Oh Drew...I will never let him take you away from me, I will always be here for you, I will always love you, no matter what anyone, including your father may say."

They stood in their embrace for a good ten minuets, crying with each other.

Drew wiped his last tear; it was time for a plan. He had to start by calling his father, he had a good lie in mind and he just hoped the pastor would buy it.

Ring...ring...ring..."ANDREW EZEKIAL LEWIS!!! WHERE ARE YOU?" Drew pulled his ear from the phone; his father's yelling was piercing.

"Father! I am so sorry, I just got out of the theater and I had to keep my phone off during the movie. I was going to call you when the movie started; we had to go to the midnight show you see..."

"ENOUGH! Listen here, young man, your mother has been worried sick and my patience is strained, you get yourself home right now, we will talk about your punishment later, we are going to bed, so keep QUIET and DO NOT wake us, my sleeping is going to be the only thing holding me back. Click"

Drew closed his phone, his face full of fear, anger, and sadness. "Not good, he is really pissed. Looks like I'm in trouble again, but he is just going to have to get over it."

Drew pressed his body against Bill's. "He is just going to have to get used to us, I can't wait to see the look on his stupid face when I tell him I'm gay, revenge is sweet."

Bill smiled, but felt horrible on the inside. Drew was getting into all this trouble, just for him, but at the same time, he felt comforted, Drew really did love him, enough to possibly even destroy his family.

"Drew...let's get going, I think it would be best for now if you get home."

Drew nodded. "Yeah, they will be asleep when I get home, everything will be fine for now. I don't care what they do, all I need is you...I love you, Billy."

Bill put his hands on Drew's shoulders and kissed him. "I love you too, Drew"

Later that Saturday, after Bill took Drew home and went back to his house in Maple Grove for a good nights rest, he got a phone call around noon. It was Drew.

"Hey Billy, I'm...sorry I had to leave like that...I wanted to stay with you all night..."

Bill smiled as he listened to the comforting words. "It's ok, we will get another chance. Anyway, how are things? What did your parents do to you?"

There was a pause. "I've been grounded until the prom, I'm just thankful they are still letting me go. They heard that I am going with Heather; they think that we are dating now. He gave me the whole 'premarital sex' talk...heh...too bad I ruined that already, right?"

Bill giggled. "I'm glad you did, it was some of the best sex I have ever had, you were really good for your first time."

Drew blushed on the other end. "Yeah...it was amazing...I can't wait to do it again, and this time, I just want to be with you the whole night and not have to worry about being grounded again."

A wave of warmth cycled through Bill, Drew really did want to be with him, not just for the sex, but for the company.

Later that day, at the Fausten house, Wes was over to help Blake find something to wear for the prom.

Blake's room was covered in old clothes and memories that he had stored away in his closet. It looked like his closet had vomited.

"Dammit, I know it is in here!" Blake growled as he rummaged through a Rubbermaid container.

Wes was sitting on Blake's bed, just watching him spelunk the cavernous closet and smiling.

Wes got startled when Blake found what he was looking for. "YES!!" the German Shepherd yelled in triumph.

Blake produced a black square box in his paws. "What yuh got in there?" Wes asked, puzzled.

Blake opened the box and pulled out a fedora, the hat looked in good shape, despite being as old as Blake had described.

"My uncle Duncan always collected stuff like this, mobster clothes, army uniforms, guns, stuff like that. He gave me this fedora freshman year, he figured I would go to the prom that year, but I didn't, but I just kept it in case..."

Blake slipped the hat onto his head, it fit perfectly in-between his ears.

"And now I have a use for it." He looked at Wes and smiled.

Wes chuckled. "That hat is a perfect fit for yuh, sugar, yuh look damn cute in it, too."

Blake blushed. "Well, I'm glad you like it, this will go perfect with my clothes. I'm not going to wear a tuxedo, I don't like they way they look, so I'm going to wear a suit instead."

Wes rolled onto his back in Blake's bed, his head and arms dangling over the side. "Yuh could wear nothin', I like the way that looks on yuh, too."

Blake smiled and crawled across the floor and around the closet vomit over to the bed and gave Wes an upside-down kiss. "Why are you so horny all the time?"

Wes gave that sly smile. "I jus' can't help muhself when I see yuh, pup."

Blake smiled and took the fedora off and placed it over Wes's muzzle. They both laughed.

*******

Sunday, May 11th.

Pastor Lewis made sure that his son understood the consequences of not listening to his parents by adding a special part to his sermon. He added the responsibilities of children and how they should always respect their elders; his eyes would always focus on his son every so often. Drew knew this was all for him, and he wanted to just get up and walk out of the church, but he remained seated next to his mother and endured the sermon.

Aside from his father's ranting, his mind was focused on Bill, he could not wait for the next day to come and see him at school.

*******

Monday had arrived, and it would not leave easily.

The prom couple's list was posted up in the foyer, all the students names printed in big, bold letters. Blake was on his way to lunch when he saw it, he saw his name next to Carla's and smiled, knowing his true motives.

He then continued on his way when he was stopped. A very angry cat was blocking his path. It was Stan.

"So, Fausten, I see you are taking Carla to the prom...mind telling me what this is about?"

Blake hesitated, he knew that Stan was very on edge these days, and he might snap. Where was Carla when he needed her?

"Well, Stan, I can explain this...Umm...I was talking about the prom to Carla and she said she didn't have anyone to go with...I mean...that you would not be going...and she and I both wanted to go this year, so she asked me. You know that we are good friends, right? I could not say no."

Stan sneered and inched closer to Blake. "Oh, so you can try to make a move on her behind my back? You've planned this out, haven't you?"

The cougar balled his fists and inched even closer to Blake. "I admit, I'm not going to this retarded prom, I don't give a shit about it, but if you so much as try anything with Carla, I'll..."

"Yuh'll what?" Stan was interrupted as a huge white paw grabbed his right shoulder. Stan quickly turned to see who it was, his fist was ready to punch, but it halted when he realized who it was.

"Maybe yuh should treat yur lady with some respect and kindness and she would not have tuh ask other people out tuh do things yuh should be doin'." Blake felt a rush of safety come over him, Wes was here now and he was out of harm's way.

Stan growled and moved away from Wes. "Whatever, Turner, I see you are going with that wetback Alvarado, you apparently have good taste. You know what..."

"What did you just say, Stanly?" A shrill voice called out from behind them all, a five foot Pomeranian dressed in black was standing there, her eyes burning with anger.

"Shit, Carla, I..." Carla stepped up to him and slapped him across his feline face.

"Don't you ever talk about my friends like that! How dare you call Adriana a wetback, you racist fuck! You and I are done...I've tried to help you though your tough time, but now I see you for what you are..."

Carla balled her little fists and her body started to shiver.

"A racist motherfucker who only cares about himself! FUCK YOU!!"

Carla grabbed Blake and Wes's paws, and pulled them both away from the shocked cougar, who just stood there, dumbfounded.

They all were seated at their table; no one was saying a word. Everyone expected Carla to break down and start crying at any moment...but something unexpected happened.

She laughed. Carla bust out and started cackling like a Tickle-me-Elmo. No one joined her, fearing she was going insane.

She stopped for a second. "Why are you all looking at me like that? I've never felt better! I feel alive again! I am so glad that I did that."

The table started to lighten up, Blake could see her eyes, they were almost sparkling, she was back to herself again.

Carla then started to tell personal things she never told anyone about their relationship, everyone started to join in her enjoyment.

"Seriously, he is the worst lay ever, O-M-G, I mean, he had no idea how to use his tiny four-inch dick!" Heather almost spit her milk all over.

"It's that small? You'd expect someone his size to have a matching love tool," Bill proclaimed.

Bill quickly leaned to Drew's ear. "I know someone who does," he whispered. Drew blushed.

"Aye, he seriously called me a wetback? Pendejo! I want to slap him!" Adriana was furious now.

Carla smiled. "Don't worry, chica, I smacked him for you."

Adriana giggled. "Dios Mio! Too bad I missed it, honey!"

After some serious chatting, eating, and laughing, lunch ended. Blake was happy. Carla did not deserve be treated so bad by a jerk like Stan, there were other guys out there for her, hopefully she would choose wisely.

*******

Another week passed by in the blink of an eye.

Carla had received some very hateful voicemails and texts from Stan, but she ignored him completely. As long as he never approached her at the school, she was fine. Wes told her he would keep a watchful eye on her, he told her he would never let one of his friends get hurt by someone like that.

Prom was not the only thing to get anxious about; the last day of school would be on June 6th, two weeks after prom. It did really did stink, getting to have so much fun at prom and then have cram study sessions the next weeks for finals. Blake did not care if he had to take twenty finals, as long as it would be over soon, no matter what the cost. He could then be free from the school and be with Wes whenever he wanted.

Drew only got to see Bill at school, since he was still grounded. The only other closeness they could share was over the phone, which Drew was surprised his father did not confiscate. The weekend was very lonely, but he thought he was ready to come out to his father; he wanted to wait a bit though, maybe after graduation, or even prom.

Bill had told his dad all about his relationship with Drew. Mr. Kellogg, whose first name is Mark, was a bit nervous, hearing that he was the pastor's son and all, but when Bill told him that Drew said that he loved him, that was all that mattered. Mark only wanted his son to be happy, since they had already lost so much...

Bill's mom, Jodie, died a few years after their youngest daughter, Heidi, was born. Bill was only eight at the time, but he remembers it well. Jodie was returning to her car from a long day at the office, when she was mugged by two men at gunpoint. The details are unsure, but she must have tried to fight back but they shot her in the abdomen. They ran off with her purse, stole her car, and left her to bleed to death in the parking garage.

Bill hated the city after that, he desperately wanted his father to move them away, to get away from it, but it would be a while for this to happen. Mark had only recently started classes at the university to become a teacher, something he had always wanted to do. There was already a lot of money invested in the classes he was taking; they were not financially stable enough to move.

Mark had to dig into their savings to pay the bills, he had to work two jobs and still take classes to support the family. He worked hard, and Bill always appreciated all he had done. Jodie did have life insurance, but it would take eight years for them to receive all of the money, and they would need all of it to move since it was not a large amount they would be getting.

Bill revealed to his dad that he was gay when he was fifteen, and Mark told him that whatever he did, he would always love him. Bill always went looking for love in all the wrong places, never finding the right one, he was just like his dad, who dated many, many women until he found the right one, and that was Jodie. After her death, he could not find someone to love again, and gave up searching.

Bill now hoped that Drew would be the right one, and he did not want to let this one get away.

*******

Thursday, May 22nd, it was the day before prom. The gym was being set up already, slowing, but surely being transformed into an island paradise. Fake palm trees, a tiki-hut DJ booth, big inflatable fish, anything that was island themed could be found covering the floors and walls of the gymnasium.

At lunch, Carla invited everyone at the table to her after-prom party. She was ecstatic about it; she was talking more about her party than the prom. Everyone agreed to come to her house after, since the privacy would be nice, not to mention the snacks and alcohol promised.

Blake still had no idea what Wes would be wearing, since he was told it would be a 'surprise.' After the super sexy Valentine's Day gift, Blake was tingling with anticipation to see what Wes would be wearing tomorrow.

Drew had plenty of formal clothes; he had to take a picture of them to show Bill, since he could not have anyone over at his house. Bill was going to wear a tuxedo his grandparents bought it for him a few years ago for a wedding.

Bill did miss his grandparents; they lived in a nice suburb of Chacigo and always were there to help him and his family when they needed it. Bill was now reduced to seeing them during holidays and other special occasions since they lived quite a distance away now.

That night, Blake lied in his bed and stared at the ceiling. It was past eleven, but he could not sleep. It was too late for Wes to come over and cuddle with him; he was probably already asleep by now.

Thoughts ran through Blake's cluttered mind....Wes's attire, fear of having the whole school seeing him and Wes dancing, would he kiss Wes in front of everyone, was he that daring? School would be over in two weeks, he did not care if everyone knew by now. Blake was actually surprised no one had found out already. He remembered his brother was going to his prom as well, would Scott stick up for him is something happened?

Blake sighed loudly...only one thing could help him sleep...and that was Wes.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his bedroom door. Blake quickly sat up, not expecting it. He knew his parents were asleep, must be Scott...

"Scott, what do you want?" Blake asked the closed door.

The knob turned and the door opened, it was not Scott.

"Muh name ain't Scott, sugar."

Blake felt like a pup on Christmas day, he got what he wanted.

"Wes! What are you doing here?" Blake happily asked.

Wes chuckled, "I can't sleep...I need somthin' tuh hold, somthin' warm and comfy. Yuh."

Blake beckoned Wes over to his bed, the big dog scooped him out into his arms, lay in the bed, and set Blake on top of him, they were lying face-to-face.

Blake licked Wes's nose. "You know, you need to be careful just walking into my house like that, especially in nothing but your underwear."

Wes returned the lick. "Well, hide the key yuh have placed in yur porch light."

Blake kissed him. "I would never do that."

Wes licked Blake's neck. "I didn't think yuh would."

Wes wrapped his arms around Blake's midriff and Blake put his around Wes's neck. After all the time Blake had spent trying to sleep, he drifted off within minuets.

*******

Friday May 23rd, prom day. All the students in the school were all chatting about it, and all gym classes cancelled and turned into study halls because it was completely decorated now.

The lunch table was overly chatty that day. The girls all talking about their dresses, Carla's party, what songs they hoped were played, who would be prom king and queen, all sorts of things of the sort.

The school day ended, and all there was to do now was wait until the prom began at six. The town was loud with the honking of car horns and loud cheers. There were already some pre-prom parties going on, most of people attending those were people not going to the prom, people like Stan.

Everyone was their own houses getting ready. The four 'couples' agreed to meet in front of the Jr. High across the street ten minuets before the prom began, so they could match up with their fake partners.

It was five, Blake started getting ready. He put on a dark brown suit with white pinstripes, it had a cream colored undershirt, and he added suspenders to give it an authentic mobster feel with the matching fedora. The suit was completed with black leather dress shoes, cufflinks, and a dark red tie. He looked himself over in the mirror; all he needed to do was fix his hair and fluff up his tail and he would be perfect.

He saw Scott's suit, the pudgy Sheppie had rented a baby blue tux with matching top hat, gloves, and cane.

"Good God, you look like you came out of 'Dumb and Dumber.'" Blake said with amusement.

Scott smiled. "I know! Casey loves that movie! She told me I looked handsome in it."

Casey and Scott had been dating for about a month now, she was a Doberman with super long blonde hair that almost touched her tail. She was a bit on the heavy side, not as bad as Scott, but it wasn't really that noticeable. She had a similar personality as Scoot, loving the same movies, music, food, jokes; it was like she was made for him.

Blake looked at the clock. "Our dates should be here soon. Let's get ready."

They headed downstairs, then Scott asked, "I see how you got to go with Wes, you faked you and Carla being a couple, I saw your names in the foyer, pretty clever!"

Blake smiled. "Yeah, it really was a good idea; no one will suspect a thing now."

Scott reassured his brother. "Don't worry, bro, if anyone harasses you, ill poke their eyes out with my cane!" Scott then began to fence an imaginary foe, stabbing the air rapidly.

Blake laughed. "I'm glad you got my back, Scotty."

There was a knock at the door. Blake ran to it, hoping to see Wes, but it was only Casey.

"Oh hey, Blake, is Scotty there?" She looked like a perfect match for Scott; she had on a long baby blue dress with lots of ruffles, frills, and poofy shoulders. Scott pushed Blake out of the doorway and let his date in.

The two sat on the sofa, Blake still stood, waiting for the door to be knocked on again.

Sure enough, the door was knocked on.

Blake stood in front of it for a moment, anticipating to see what Wes was wearing. Secretly, he hoped he was wearing nothing but a smile, but that was for later.

He opened the door and was pleasantly surprised.

Wes looked like a formal cowboy. He was wearing a light brown tweed suit with matching blazer. The blazer was opened, revealing a light blue undershirt with a bola tie on top of it. He had on brown cowboy boots with gold buckles in front, his leather belt also had a buckle, naturally oversized and gold plated. To top it off, he had a blue bandana around his neck and a brown felt cowboy hat on his head.

Blake just stood there, smiling, eyeing Wes all over.

"Howdy."

Blake threw his arms around Wes and kissed him, Wes's signature cologne invading his nostrils.

There was a light 'aww' from across the room, Casey had known Scott's brother was gay, she did not mind at all, she thought they looked cute together.

Their lips parted and Wes looked down at his lover, their eyes caught in each other's gaze.

Scott broke the silence. "Hey everyone, we gotta get going! Prom starts in twenty minuets!"

The four piled into Blake's car and it sped off toward the high school. Juniper Hills High was busier than it was the first day of school, its parking lot packed and forcing people to park on the street or down the road in the elementary school's lot.

Blake was forced to park in the elementary lot; all four piled back out and met everyone else in the designated spot. The girls were all wearing their dresses, Carla having the gothic look about her again. Amy's date Vinney was wearing a tux, and Laura's date Justin was wearing a casual suit, both of them had their arms around their girls.

Bill was there in his tuxedo, it looked very formal complete with bow tie, coat tails, and cufflinks. Drew was standing beside him, and it looked like he was ready for church. He had on a pure white suit; the only parts standing out were the black buttons, belt, tie, shoes, and jacket lapels.

Bill smiled. "Wow, you guys look fantastic! I'm loving your choices of clothing. Scott, you look...comical"

Scott crossed his arms; Casey comforted him with a kiss on the cheek.

Drew grabbed Bill's hand. "I feel so awkward in this, are you sure white was a good pick?"

Bill gave Drew a peck on the muzzle. "You look dashing; I love a guy in white, that's why I made you wear that." Drew smiled and blushed a little.

Carla spoke up. "Anyway, let's get partnered up and cross the street, hold paws now!"

Blake took Carla's paw; they looked at each other and beamed a smile.

Adriana wrapped her arms around Wes's, "Aye, que fuerte! You are so strong, honey!" Wes looked down at the not-even five foot Chihuahua and smiled.

Haley put her paw in Bill's large hand, she blushed a little and he giggled at her.

Heather took Drew's paw. "Oh Drew, you look so handsome, I wish it really was you and me going together." She giggled, and he chuckled back.

The other three couples followed behind as they all crossed the street and entered the busy high school.

The music was blaring, people had to yell to talk to each other, and the gym was packed. The seven groups came to the check booth, their names being checked off of the list and they each received a plastic lei as a key to get in and out of the prom if they needed to step out.

Once they got into the gym, the first four groups separated paws and split up, Heather and Adriana running to the drink stand, Haley and Carla went to the bathroom to check their make-up.

Everyone else split up do their own thing, leaving Blake and Wes near the entrance.

Blake then overheard Laura. "O-M-G! I forgot my camera! Ill be right back, Justin, I need to go grab it."

Blake then remembered he had also left his own camera back in his car, he told Wes he was going to go get and he caught up to Laura and the both walked to the parking lot.

"O-M-F-G, I can't believe I forgot it, I'm glad I got you to escort me to the lot, It's getting kinda dark now." Blake nodded at her.

"Yeah, it's a good thing we parked in the same lot and that you reminded me that I left mine too!" Laura giggled.

Blake's car was on the other side of the lot, Laura's closer to the exit, they split up to get their cameras. Blake got to his car and retrieved it, slipping it into his interior coat pocket. He then heard screeching tires, he hated it when people tried to burnout their tires, thinking it was cool, it was so stupid.

He was walking back to Laura's car when he heard a female voice yell, "NO!"

It was Laura, what was going on?

He stopped behind a van with a clear vantage of Laura; a casually dressed skunk was approaching her. He listened closely.

"Laura...why do you have to be so SHTOOpid." said an unfamiliar voice.

Laura scoffed. "Charley! How many times do I have to tell you! We are done! You had your chance!"

Blake then realized who the other fur was, it was Charley, Laura's ex, he was a bit drunk because he was slurring his words.

The skunk started to bawl. "LAW-RA...I need you! Come 'ere!" Charley grabbed her by the wrist and she tried to pull away from him, but his grip was stronger than the delicate rabbit's

"God dammit, Charley, let go of me! HELP!" Her scream was Blake's call to action.

He rushed from behind the van, grabbed Charley by the arm and pulled him away from Laura. He added shove, sending the skunk to the pavement.

Charley stammered as he tried to get back up. "Whootha fuck...bah! Stay out of my shit...ya fucker!"

Laura wrapped her arm around Blake's, she was terrified. The truck that Charley had gotten out of opened, and out of the drivers seat came a face he did not want to see. Stan.

"Fausten! What the fuck, stay out of our business! Why don't you go back to that stupid bitch Carla and her damn wetback friend!" He helped the drunken skunk back up.

Laura's fear disappeared and her anger came forward. "Go fuck yourself with your tiny cock, Stan! You have no room to talk about my friends like that, take this drunken piece of shit with you or I'll call the police!"

Stan growled. "You two ain't even worth my time, let's get the fuck out of here, Charley, and fuck these stupid bitches!" Laura and Blake moved to the sidewalk as the two got back into the truck and it sped away.

Laura sighed. "Blake, thank you for saving me, Charley is such an asshole, that's why I left him, but he keeps bothering me wanting me back."

Blake took her paw. "You're welcome; did he hurt your wrist?" Laura looked her arm over.

"Nope, I'm good, let's hurry and get back, God forbid, before they return." Blake nodded and they went back to the prom.

The night was going by perfectly, minus the rough start. Blake stuck very close to Wes the whole time, not leaving his side for a minuet. He didn't want to leave him because he remembered how Wes was treated at his last prom at his old school; this was going to be prom he would not forget.

A slow dance song came on, and all the couples started dancing to the romantic beat. Blake and Wes danced, holding each other real close; they didn't care if anyone saw them dancing together, they were happy, and no one could ruin it.

The same was for Bill and Drew; they spent the whole night embracing each other, sneaking kisses here and there. They knew people saw them do it, but their love was too strong for them to hide.

Blake noticed that Carla was sitting by herself for a while. He couldn't stand to see her alone like that, even if she did seem happy, he had to do something. He was going to ask to dance with her, but he knew just the song. He knew it would end up embarrassing the Hell out of him, but there was only one song that could bring Carla out of any bad mood and get her moving. One song so fast paced, so happy sounding, so foreign...

The Caramelldansen.

Blake went to the DJ, and to his surprise, the DJ had it, and told him it would play next. Blake quickly went to Carla and held out a paw in front of her.

"Care to dance, princess?"

Carla's eyes lit up. "Really? Oh Blakey, you are too sweet, you know?"

Blake smiled and took her paw. "I know, that's why I picked out the next song for you."

Carla got excited; she wondered what song it was. Blake took her to the center of the gym, and they danced a little to the song already playing. It ended, and the whole gym had no idea what was in store.

The hypnotic techno beat began, everyone at the prom was dumbfounded by the sound, but Carla smiled wider than she had ever smiled before. Immediately, she started dancing to it right in the middle of every single person at the prom, her hips swaying right to left and her paws by her ears opening and closing with each sway.

Apparently, she was the only person who knew the dance, and everyone around her backed away so she was dancing by herself. She didn't care if she was alone, this was the greatest ever. As the high-pitched Swedish lyrics began, Blake joined in, following her movements. Furs around were just watching, most laughing at them.

They weren't alone for long. Adriana and Heather jumped in, followed by Haley. Wes came in next to Blake, his huge body swaying to the beat. Laura pulled Justin in, and they joined, followed by Amy and Vinney. Bill and Drew joined the dance, even Scott and Casey joined. The group was just doing the same move over and over, their tails swinging each sway, they were all smiling and laughing.

The dance caught on, the laughs from the onlookers stopped as they joined it. The only people not dancing were the preps, jocks, and other furs who figured they were too good to embarrass themselves like that.

The song reached its end, and everyone that was dancing started clapping and laughing, not embarrassed at what they had just done. Carla gave Blake a tight hug. "Thanks for making my night, sweetie."

Blake hugged her back, "Anything for you, princess."

It was nearing nine, and the prom was coming to an end. Blake's camera was loaded with pictures, and there was still a party to go to. The group of friends, Scott and Casey included, got into their cars and made their way to Carla's house for a more private party session.

Carla's mom had prepared quite a spread of tasty snacks, and there was music that they all could enjoy. It seemed they were all having more fun at her party than they did at the prom.

Blake and Wes were out on Carla's back porch, reminiscing the night.

"That sure was nice what yuh did for Carla, that song sure got her dancin'!" Blake smiled as he hugged Wes.

"I knew she would like it, it always does the trick." Blake rested his head on Wes's chest.

They were silent for a bit. "Blake, I just want to thank yuh for tonight, yuh gave meh the best prom I've ever had."

Blake nuzzed Wes's chin, "You're welcome, big guy, you mean so much to me, I'm glad I was able to go with someone I love."

Wes licked Blake's face. "I love yuh too, sugar."

Meanwhile, in Carla's basement, Bill and Drew were sitting on a sofa watching the others dance. They were sitting close, arms around each other.

"Billy, I think I'm going to do it Sunday." Bill looked at his love.

"Tell your father?" Drew nodded.

Bill hugged Drew close. "Don't worry, what ever happens, I will always be here for you, do you want me to be there with you?"

Drew shook his head. "I think that might be a bad idea, he could do something drastic." Bill nodded.

"I just hope he doesn't disown me, or try to send me to a 'cleansing camp,' or try to suffocate me in my sleep, but no matter what, I'm always going to love you, no matter what he may try, I'm not letting him take you from me." Bill placed a hand on Drew's cheek and turned his face toward his.

"If he tries any of that, just forgive and forget his hatred, if he wants to hate his only son, he must answer to a higher power some day, right?"

Drew smiled. "Yeah, I'll make sure he won't forget this, all right"

Their lips met with a kiss as the night's hours ticked away, the weekend was just beginning.

*******

Sunday the 25th had arrived, and it would be a day that would be forever engraved into Drew's memory.

After another harsh church sermon from Pastor Gregory, this time condemning the prom and proclaiming that is supported pre-marital sex and whatnot, Drew had spent the rest of the day in his room, contemplating his actions and talking to his boyfriend on the phone for support.

Drew almost knew what his father's reaction would be, but he was worried about his mother's. Drew's mother, Ophelia, was always quiet, she never really voiced her opinions in front of her husband, it was as if she was afraid of him. She dearly loved her son, he was their only child after all, Drew figured that she would be the loving, supportive mother she had always been, but he was fearful that she might side with his father if something bad were to happen.

Drew looked at the clock; it was four thirty after he had gotten off the phone with Bill. It was go time.

As Drew walked down the stairs, he could feel his heart racing, not with anxiety, but with resolve. This was going to be his biggest step, this was going to change his family, this was it.

Drew came to the bottom of the stairwell; his father was in the living room at his desk. Pastor Lewis was sitting there, head in his hands, breathing heavily, angrily, Drew had no idea what was about to happen.

"Andrew...come...here..." Each word had a growl-like tone to it. Whenever his dad talked like this, he knew something was very wrong, but how so already? He had not said anything yet.

Andrew slowly walked over to his father's desk. He didn't walk with fear, he walked with confidence. He stopped in front of his ominous father.

"What's up, dad?" One of the pastors eyes shot up from behind his glasses and gazed Drew down, Drew could almost feel it piercing his very soul.

The pastor was silent. "Care to explain this?" The older hyena produced a photograph printed on white paper. It was Drew and Bill, their arms around each other as theirs lips were touching in a gentle kiss. It was from the prom.

Drew smiled. "Yeah, that happened Friday, it was a good prom, I guess someone took my picture and gave it to you at church, right?"

Gregory crumpled the photograph in his paws; he was enraged that his son was being so calm. "I received this from Jared Walsh; he took this picture of you at the prom..."

The pastor was interrupted with a scoff from Drew. "Walsh...that guy, no, their whole family is nothing but self-absorbed bigots."

Pastor Gregory jumped out of his desk, the oak chair falling over with a thud. "You have no room to talk about my best patrons like that, you...you...you...FAGGOT!!!"

Drew crossed his arms; he could see beads of sweat gathering around his father's hairline. "Ok, dad, I guess the secret is out, I'm gay, what are you going to do about it? Cast out your only son? I don't think the Lord would look very highly on that..."

Greg jumped at Drew. "SILENCE!!! How dare you mention the Lord's name, you piece of filth! You better change your mind about this if you want to reach the Kingdom of Heaven, God will overlook this if you ask for forgiveness."

Drew started laughing, and while he did, Ophelia entered the room. "What is the matter? Why are you shouting, Gregory?"

Gregory's face was turning red, more sweat started dripping. "Ophelia, your son is a worthless faggot; he just admitted it to me. Can you believe he would betray us like this? Andrew, if you don't get on your knees right now and plead for forgiveness in front of me, I will disown you."

Right at that moment, something changed. Ophelia's personality completely reversed from the quite Pastor's wife she had been for many years, she became a supporting mother.

The female hyena clenched her fists at her sides. "...The Hell you will, Gregory."

The pastor froze, his eyes full of betrayal, anger, hate. "What did you just say to me, woman?! Are you going to betray me as well, taking the side of this...damnation!"

Ophelia took her son by the arm. "No, he is not damnation, he is not a demon, he is not a sinner, he is my son, and I will always love him like a mother should. Are you honestly going to hate your only son for who he chooses to love? Gregory, I have known you for so long, where is the man I married?"

Gregory started growling, foam gathering at the sides of his mouth. "That man is gone! He left when he saw the world for what is was! A world full of impurity, full of non-believers, full of sin, and I refuse to let this...blunder stay in my house, I'll just have the law remove you."

Ophelia had enough; she walked over to her husband and slapped him hard across his sweat-covered face. "How dare you, Gregory! How dare you! When I married you, I did it for the kind hearted fur you used to be, but now you have become...a monster!"

Gregory growled deeply, drool and sweat dripping down his face. "I'll show you a monster, bitch!" A raised his hand to strike his wife, but it was stopped by Drew as he grabbed his father's wrist.

Drew pushed his father back, making the pastor trip over a coffee table; he fell to the floor, crushing the oak table and his glasses flying from his face.

Pastor Gregory growled and got back to his feet, more sweat and foam covering his now dark-red face. "I'll show you! I'll show you all! God does not make mistakes!"

Drew sternly pointed at his father. "I am NOT a mistake!!! No one is! God loves all of his children; I figured you would know that of all people!"

The pastor's eyes were bulging from his head, his shirt collar drenched with sweat and spittle, his paws were feverishly shaking.

Pastor Gregory raised his hands into the air, and roared. "THE LORD DOES NOT LOVE IMPURITIES! If the Lord lets mistakes like you into Heaven, MAY HE STRIKE ME DOWN!"

Just then, the pastor inhaled deeply. His whole body started to tremble; foam was flying from his maw. His paw reached for his chest and he grabbed the flesh over his heart.

Ophelia was terrified, Drew just watched. Gregory fell to his knees, his body twisting and contorting as he screamed out in agony. He fell over on his side. Ophelia ran to him, she placed a paw on his cheek, the other on his neck. The pastor took one last breath.

Ophelia saw something, for one moment, she saw the eyes of the man she married, the real Gregory Lewis, and with his last breath, he said,

"Forgive me..."

With that, the light fled his eyes as his body stopped trembling, now completely limp. Ophelia began to weep, not from losing her husband, but for only getting to see the one she truly loved for only a split second.

Drew stood there, completely frozen, his fur standing on end. Not for the fact that his father just died, but what he said before he died, "May He strike me down...Forgive me..."

Ophelia called 9-1-1 and told them her husband was having a heart attack, even though he was already dead. It would be ten minuets for them to arrive. Ophelia sat her son down on the sofa.

"Andrew, my son, I never wanted it to end like this for him, I saw him change over the years, becoming the hateful person he was today. I just wish I could have changed his mind, but he was a very stubborn man. He always did have high blood pressure, he never watched his cholesterol, I told him his heart was a ticking time bomb, but he didn't take positive action. When he challenged the Lord Himself...that was the final straw for him. Andrew...dear...can you forgive your father?" Ophelia had her arms around her son.

So many things were running through his mind...His father was dead, he did not have to worry about the way he lived anymore, but Gregory's last words will forever haunt him...'forgive me.'

Drew looked to his mother. "Yeah, I forgive him. I feel that when he said his last words, those were the only words he had ever really meant to say in a long time. What's going to happen now?"

Ophelia whimpered a bit. "The ambulance should arrive soon; they will take him with them, even though he is dead. I'll travel along to the hospital, so I can be by his side even in death. Those were our vows, after all, 'Till death to us part'. As for you, I want you to go be with your boyfriend, if there is anyone you need comfort from, it is the one you love."

Drew felt tears coming, his mother always knew, always cared, and always loved.

Drew didn't even need to call Bill; he just drove straight to Maple Grove and arrived at the Kellogg house. Bill was waiting, reluctantly; Drew told him if something bad happened he would come to Bill's house after.

Drew arrived at the old farmhouse and knocked on the door. Bill opened it.

"Drew...what happened? Come in, please." Drew walked in, and immediately embraced his love, tears streamed down his face. They were not just tears of sorrow, but tears of joy.

Drew told the list of events to Bill, Mark was there as well, listening to the whole conversation.

Mark was stunned. "Pastor Lewis is dead...and those were his last words? My God, this has to be an omen of sorts, this cannot be coincidence."

Drew agreed. "You are right Mr. Kellogg, this proves, for me at least, that God does love all of his creations, no matter how 'impure' society may see them."

They were silent for a bit, and then Bill asked, "Drew, what are you going to do now?"

Drew looked at his love and smiled. "I am going to take life one day at a time, deep down, I really am going to miss him, but I cannot mourn him forever. I guess...I just want to be close to you, I want to spend my life with you, through the good and the bad."

Bill started sobbing. "Drew...that is what I've always wanted. I promise that I will always be right by your side, loving you no matter what"

The two embraced each other, crying into each other's shoulders.

A tear rolled down Mr. Kellogg's cheek, his son was truly happy again, something he had wanted his son to be for so many years.

*******

Juniper Hill's was in complete shock and denial over the death of Pastor Lewis. Rumors ran fast, that Mrs. Lewis poisoned him, that his son murdered him, other preposterous stories. In reality, he suffered a massive heart attack, one so bad that it stopped his heart instantly.

However, the truth was that he challenged God, and lost.

School was very somber. The avid church-going students and teachers were all disheartened; it was like a dark cloud loomed over the town the whole day.

The one person they expected to take it the hardest was taking it just fine. All of the teachers gave their comfort to Drew, expressing their sorrow, even the principle told Drew that he could take the whole week off.

He did not need it, as long as he had Bill, he was happy.

Lunch was very solemn. The whole table was quiet, no one talked about prom, or anything in general. No one could understand the circumstances, only Drew. He tried to tell everyone that he was fine, but they were still afraid to bring it up.

*******

The rest of the week went by, like Drew said, one day at a time. For Blake, however, things were definatly different.

He noticed he was getting strange looks from people. He could feel them talking about him behind his back, giving him ice cold stares that stabbed him in the back like daggers.

He figured the whole school knew the truth after prom. People saw him dancing with Wes, saw them embracing, saw them holding paws, but Blake did not care about them. Wes was the only thing that mattered to him.

School was almost over; anyway, if they wanted to hate him, go ahead, he would never have to see them again in a few days.

On Friday, he did something that he was not afraid to do. He walked paw-in-paw with Wes down the hall multiple times that day. The students sneers, their stares, their shocked faces, Blake brushed them off of his shoulder, only focusing on Wes, Wes only focusing on Blake.

Nothing could get in their way...or so it seemed.

*******

Sunday, June 2nd. It was a sunny summer day, the weather was perfect. The climate was a complete opposite of the town, it was in full mourn as it was the day of Pastor Lewis's funeral.

Nearly half of the town attended the funeral, it was the biggest memorial service the town had seen in a long time. Drew agreed to be one of the pall bearers; he held the casket along with two uncles, two close family friends and members of the church, and Juniper Hill's mayor, who was also a church member. The line of cars was massive; it completely cut the town in half from the church to the cemetery.

At Juniper Hill's memorial cemetery, there was a large monument made for the pastor, donations and church fund helped create it. In big, limestone letters it wrote 'Gregory Jeremiah Lewis, Teacher of God's Word.'

Drew thought the title 'Selfless Bigot' would be more fitting, but he hid back his disgust, even though his father lived his entire life hating others, deep down, his true self was alive in him, and only in death was he able to show it.

Blake, Wes, Bill, and Carla attended the funeral. Not for the pastor, but for Drew, they never left his side; he was glad that they were there for him.

Later that day, they all met at Drew's house to comfort him and his mother. Ophelia was more distraught than her son, but she still had the same mentality toward her husband's death, he messed with the wrong being.

They spent the rest of the night studying, despite the mourning, they had finals coming. The next week would be the last, after graduation, they would be free to do as they pleased. Free from the hateful looks at school, free from people they didn't want to see again, free to love freely.

Little did they know, someone out there was planning something drastic.

*******

The last week of school went by class by class, each one ending with a test. Decorations came down in classrooms, lockers got cleaned out, the school year was basically over.

On Wednesday, the seniors had graduation practice, getting their spots right in line and receiving their gowns and caps. The graduation clothes were heavy and black, hopefully it would not be to hot on graduation day and turn the gymnasium into a giant oven. Graduation would be on June 9th, the Monday after the weekend. Everything seemed perfect...

until Friday, the last day.

The last finals were taken; everything was done, over, past. Students began filing out of the school, eager to get home and enjoy the beginning of summer break. Blake, Wes, Drew, Bill, Scott and Carla were some of the last to leave that day. Wes and Bill had to go over some extra paperwork and back checking, since they were new students that year. Bill's sister Ashley was there too, she was a sophomore that year and also had to go through the same deal to make sure she was ready for next year.

The group exited the school, the five seniors turning their back on it until graduation. Bill's other sister Heidi joined them after she was done with her Jr. High classes, he had to take his sisters home that day since Mr. Kellogg had to stay late.

As they walked to the lot, they noticed something wrong. A group of guys were waiting in the lot, near Blake's car. Blake, Carla, and Drew instantly knew who they were. There was Charley, the skunk that harassed Laura, Jared Walsh; the deer who showed Pastor Lewis the photograph of Drew and Bill at prom, three other furs, Kyle, Brian and Ethan, a moose, badger, and raccoon, all three were friends of Jared, and, lastly, Stan.

They immediately sensed danger as the group began to approach them.

Drew pulled Bill to the side. "Billy, listen to me, take your sisters and get out of here, it is not safe for you right now, trust me, ok?"

Bill did not want to leave him. "I'm not leaving you Drew."

Bill looked at his sisters and tossed the car keys to Ashley. "Ashley, take Heidi home, don't worry about me, nothing bad will happen."

Ashley really was worried. "Billy, I'm going to hold you to your word, I don't know what is going on, but don't let anything bad happen."

The two younger cows quickly got into Bill's van, the engine started and it sped off down the road.

Blake looked at Scott. "Scott, you get out of here too."

Scott crossed his arms. "No way, I'm not leaving."

Blake smiled. "Thanks, bro."

Blake then turned his attention to Carla. "Princess, wait back here by the entrance, if anything starts to happen, I want you to call the police."

Carla nodded. "I got your back, Blakey."

The group, now made of Blake and his brother, Wes, Drew, and Bill met the others in the middle of the lot.

Stan was in front of the other five, he clearly was leading them.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like a bunch of faggots to me, right guys? The group laughed.

Scott spoke up. "Why don't you all go to Hell!" Stan sneered at him.

"Little Fausten, this don't concern you, we just want to talk with your dear, homo brother, that's all."

Scott growled. "If you can talk to him, you can talk to me."

Stan hissed back. "Suit yourself, kiddo."

Stan continued. "So you fairies think you could just get away, like that? Wait until the last days to act like fags, and think it would be just fine? No, no, no, you see here is the problem; me and my friends here don't take kindly to your 'type.'"

Blake growled. "Shut up! The only reason you are here right now is because you are mad that Carla broke up with you, and you somehow think hurting me is going to get revenge."

Stan threw his head back and laughed. "Carla? I could care less about that stupid bitch. The reason me and my friends are here is because...we want to give you a fond farewell you will not forget." And with that, the group of six charged the other five.

Carla saw them begin, got out her cell phone, and dialed for the police.

Even though Stan figured he had outnumbered them by one, he greatly underestimated his competition.

Jared charged Drew with his antlers down, hoping to rake Drew's flesh with them, but Drew simply dodged his attempt. Jared quickly spun around, and punched at Drew, grazing the side of his face. Drew ducked a bit and elbowed Jared in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, Drew's other first came up and landed square in the deer's face, making him stumble a bit. Drew took another shot; upper cutting the deer and making him fall over.

Kyle the moose charged Bill in the same manner, his large antlers ready to pummel the bull. Bill tipped his head down so that his own horns were pointing outwards and braced himself for impact. The two's headpieces collided with a loud clunk, their hands grappled one another as they fought for a sturdy foothold, the stronger would be able to knock the other over. What Kyle did not expect, however, was a nimble hoof to come in-between them and nail him right in the snout. Bill may be bulky, but he could kick very high and hard. Kyle let go and stumbled back, his hands covering his nose. Bill kicked again, landing his hoof right into the moose's abdomen. Kyle bent over, grabbing his stomach, blood poured from his nose onto the pavement. Bill delivered the final kick, hitting Kyle in the side as the moose fell over, writhing in pain.

Charley ran at Scott, firsts ready to punch, but a wall of canine muscle blocked his path. Charley hesitated a bit, but went for it, punching Wes in the stomach. Wes didn't budge. Charley retracted his fist; it actually hurt him pretty bad. Wes smiled, grabbed Charley by the shirt collar and belt, picked him up, and threw him a good ten feet. Charley hit the pavement and rolled, his exposed fur scraping against the pavement, big fluffy tail flailing about.

Wes stood there and looked at Stan, Brian, and Ethan. "Who's next?" If any of y'all wanna try tuh hurt Scott or Blake, yuh gotta go through me.

Brian and Ethan stepped back, seeing Charley, Jared, and Kyle all taken out within moments.

Brian looked at Stan. "Fuck this! It ain't worth it no more. You sure a fuckin' moron Stan, you actually thought we could take them on?"

With that, the badger and raccoon ran to a nearby car, got in, and sped off, not caring if Stan was pissed at them; it was not worth having any bones broken.

Stan just stood there, his goodbye surprise was ruined.

Blake smiled at Stan. "Some goodbye that was, Stan, looks like your friends are afraid of a bunch of fags."

Stan's eyes changed, they burned with more hatred and he started to growl madly. "FUCKING FAGS! Too bad for you I got a back-up present!"

With that, Stan pulled something from his back pocket, it was something no one planned on him bringing, a gun.

Stan pointed the gun at the group.

Charley coughed and looked up at the cougar. "What the fuck, man, you didn't say anything about that! I'm not taking part in this."

Charley quickly got up and limped away to his car, Kyle and Jared did the same, their blood still stained on the parking lot pavement.

Stan was all alone, his gun pointing at the group of five. Carla saw this, and to her luck, Stan's back was facing her. She hesitated, but then remembered she had something that could stop him.

Blake, Wes, Scott, Bill, and Drew all stood their, petrified.

Blake spoke up. "Stan, you don't want to do this, murdering someone in revenge is not worth spending your whole life in jail for. "

Stan was not listening, he was fueled by negative emotions, Carla leaving him, his parent's recent divorce, the fact that his friends turned their backs on him, he wanted to end someone.

Stan replied. "You know, Fausten, I've always hated you."

Time slowed down. Blake swore he could hear the click of the gun, but he did not see Stan, all he saw was someone else move in front of him. When he realized who it was, he yelled.

BANG.

The echo of the gunfire was deafening, but after that, he heard a shrill "NO!"

It was Carla, after the gun fired, she ran at Stan and threw her purse at him, hitting him in the back of the head, and when he turned around, he was met by a jet of pepper spray. Stan dropped the gun and his paws went to his eyes, he fell to his knees, screaming in pain.

He was not the only one screaming.

Blake ran around to face the figure in front of him, he knew who it was, and was calling out his name. When Blake faced him, his expression changed to horror.

Wes was standing there, paw over the left side of his chest, blood trickling from the wound. Wes felt weak, he started to stumble, but Blake, Drew, and Scott stopped his fall and eased him down to the pavement, he was lying on his back.

Bill went to subdue Stan, making sure he would not get a hold of the gun again, but Blake, Scott and Drew were frantic, panicking.

Blake looked over Wes's face, staring into his emerald eyes, cradling the sides of Wes's face with his paws.

Wes coughed and chuckled. "Damn, I ne'er though gettin' shot would hurt so bad, yuh ok, sugar?"

Tears started to pour from Blake's eyes. "I'm fine, Wes, but you...you're...he shot you in the heart...Wes...why?"

Wes smiled, knowing that his love was safe. "Well, partner, *cough* it's because I love yuh...*cough*...Blake, if I dun make it...tell muh maw 'n' paw I love 'em, too."

More blood started to pour out of the wound, staining Wes's shirt crimson red.

Wes looked up, content that the last thing he would be seeing was Blake's face, he closed his eyes, and passed out.

Blake was full on bawling now; Scott had his face buried into Drew's shoulder, both crying as well. In the distance, sirens could be heard getting louder as a police car barreled down the street.

Blake called out to his love, hoping he would hear him.

"Wes! Please don't leave me! I need you! I love you! Wes...Wes?...WES!!!"

*******

Tuesday, June 17th, it was a sunny day, something that definitely did not suit the mood the cemetery gave off. Carla's lime green Volkswagen slowly drove down the path that ran though the grave yard and came to a stop.

The engine was turned off, and the driver's door opened. Carla stepped out; she had a veil over her face and was wearing the same black clothes she had worn to Pastor Lewis's funeral.

The passenger's door opened, and out stepped Blake. They came together outside of the car, paw-in-paw, and walked over to a marble headstone. Carla had a bouquet of black roses, and when they arrived at the grave, she placed them in an urn near the headstone.

Carla could feel a tear coming on, but Blake remained calm. She pulled out a delicately folded piece of paper, and read the poem she had writing in perfect calligraphy.

"anyone lived in a pretty how town

with up so floating many bells down

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men, both little and small

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed there isn't they reaped their same

sun moon stars rain."

She folded the piece of paper, placed it in an envelope, and laid it in front of the tombstone.

A tear ran down her face as her finger's traced the still-fresh lettering on the stone...

It read "Troy Nicholas Donavan, Born June 17, 1990, Died April 6, 2006"

Carla stood back up and looked at Blake. "Thank you for coming to Troy's grave with me, I do it every year on his birthday."

Just then, a large paw was placed on both Blake and Carla's shoulders, and a deep voice said,

"That sure was a nice poem yuh wrote, Carla."

Carla quickly turned around and smiled a little at the huge Bull Terrier. "No, I didn't write it, it's E.E. Cummings, Troy's favorite poet."

The big dog got close to Blake and wrapped its muscular arms around the smaller German Shepherd. "Cummings, heh, funny last name..."

Carla sighed. "Blake, Wes, I would like to be alone with Troy for a minuet, is that ok?"

Blake nodded and took Wes by the paw. "C'mon, let's take a walk."

The air was warm as the walked down the pathway, they could see the mausoleum in the center, headstone both big and small dotting the grass, and finally decided to visit Pastor Lewis's grave.

As they walked, Blake started the conversation. "It's sad, Troy would have graduated this year, along with us, as for you, I'm just glad you were able to make it..."

Wes smiled. "Yeah, the doctors did a real good job; they were shocked at how fast muh wound healed."

Blake grabbed Wes's paw. "They were also shocked at how close the bullet came to your heart; it was an inch away they said."

Wes squeezed Blake's paw in return. Blake continued, "Wes, if you would have died...I don't think I could have gone on..."

Wes stopped him. "Blake, the bullet hit meh in the chest right where yur noggin would've been, if I didn't protect yuh, yuh would've been killed, and I would not have been able tuh go on."

They both stopped; Pastor Lewis's grave was in eye sight. "Wes...my love...I don't want anything to happen to you, I want to move away from here, far away, to a place where no one knows us, where we can be together and have no on bother us...just you and me."

Wes put his paws on Blake's shoulders and looked into his hazel eyes. "Blake, sugar, it don't matter where we go, there are always gunna be bad people, there is no way tuh hide from the bad things in life an' all we can do is live our lives out and hope for the best. I just want yuh tuh know that I will protect yuh, always."

Wes leaned down and kissed Blake; Blake wrapped his arms around Wes's large frame and held tightly.

Their lips parted. "Wes...I love you."

Wes smiled. "An' I love yuh too, Blake. Now, let's get back to Carla and get out of this graveyard, this place ain't very romantic."

Blake took Wes's paw. "Yeah, be better get to Drew's house soon, he and Bill are waiting for us to see that movie with them tonight."

They turned around and walked back to Carla who was waiting for them, the sun casting their image onto the cement pathway, two shadows, one larger than the other, paw-in-paw.

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THE END....???

Wow! I hope you didn't think I really killed of Wes, did you?

Anyway, thanks for reading the last part of I Will Protect You...maybe.

There might be a fourth part, an epilogue of sorts, or just a bridge between a second volume taking place in College...I am not sure of what to do.

Regardless, I hope you liked this part of my story, if not, quoting Pastor Lewis...forgive me.

Special thanks to E.E. Cummings for the lovely poem "anyone lived in a pretty how town"

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