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The High School of Clichés

By Domus Vocis

Stripping down to his birthday suit and tossing the undies aside, Hunter Thurman waltzed to the bathroom door and leaned forward to turn the shower on. As he waited a second for the water to turn from cold to decently nice, the German shepherd's paw lingered down to his stomach and felt the curving muscles bulging through his coating, his golden black fur bristling at the feeling of a warm touch. Hunter stepped inside the shower quickly, and murred a moan at the feeling of cold water flowing down his firm neck, down his tall, well-defined abs and bulging muscles of tan and golden black fur. He felt the warm water trickle and soak down his legs, curving up his furry butt and down his-

"Hey, do you mind!?" he asked firmly with a frown across his muzzle. "This is starting to get REALLY creepy."

How's this in any way creepy?

The German shepherd replied by covering himself with one paw. "Well, you're describing my abs in amazing detail and I'm a teenager," Hunter asked with annoyance.

Fine then.

Five minutes later, Hunter got dressed in a fresh pair of black jeans and a T-shirt for American Horror Story that said, "Normal people scare me", and followed by his green and blue football jacket he wore as a linebacker in the school's team. He then quickly made his bed and tossed a few dirty clothes in his hamper. However, something caught the shepherd's mind all of a sudden.

Why am I hating the idea of gym all of a sudden? Hunter asked himself.

"Hunter! You ready yet?!" his mother shouted from below the bedroom stairs. "You'll be late for school, and I'm not going to explain your laziness to Coach Sampson!"

"You heard your mother, Hunter!" Dad called after her. He sounded amused; probably got his cup of coffee already. "Now get your ass downstairs before we leave for work!"

"Oh yeah, it's so important for you to get on time at Samson's Bar and Grill!" he muttered while hurrying downstairs into the kitchen. "And even more important for Dad at the electric plant."

After that pointless exposition, the German shepherd waltzed from the stairs to the right, passing by the decently clean living room before passing the kitchen. Mom wore her black-and-white bartender's uniform with her greying eyebrows always creasing at Hunter, while Dad mindlessly watched the news on the corner wall as he wolfed down breakfast.

"Hunty, don't forget your backpack, and Greg, please remember to pick up milk on your way back from work," Mom spoke fast before pushing Hunter out the door with backpack in paw. "Have fun at school sweetie!

"Kick ass at practice, Hunter!" Dad commented while still watching the news. "Love you."

"Love you too!" Hunter called with a wagging tail. As the shepherd hurried to his car in the autumn morning, he mused, "They're always eager to get rid of me."

The car Hunter got for his birthday wasn't too bad, a tan-colored Saturn ion with only about 13,000 miles on the odometer. Hell, the interior seemed bigger than on the outside. After taking it into drive, the shepherd sighed before driving to school. As he thought more of today, the more his thoughts went to a red fox.

"Please be sick today, please be sick today, please be sick today..."

Soon as he rolled into the packed parking lot outside of school, Hunter grabbed his iPhone outta his backpack and place earbuds in his flicking ears. He searched for the perfect song, and smiled as the music flowed through him.

As always, the parking lot smelled like clogged car exhaust and rotting fast food along with the sight of young students slumped and tired for another long Monday. Compared to the other several hundred students in Hunter's small Wisconsin town, there weren't many juniors like him, maybe a couple hundred or so. It didn't seem weird, since half the population in town were either newlyweds sick of each other already or senile elders everyone knew and loved. The rest were a few thirty-somethings.

Suddenly, as he walked down the stone steps of the parking lot to the school, someone pulled his ear bud away, causing Hunter to jump a bit and nearly trip into the ground. Thankfully, he caught his balance and didn't fall flat on his muzzle. He turned angered and paused at who did it.

Standing by the steps was a muscular tiger of his height named Jason Williams, with black and orange stripes along with two piercing blue eyes that looked more distant than charismatic. If he weren't on the football team with Hunter, Jason would probably be the rebellious student in 'Breakfast Club'.

"Motherfucker!" he growled in annoyance, glaring at the tiger cheekily holding his paws up in defense. "You could've killed me!"

Jason shook his muzzle and patted the angered Hunter on the shoulder. "Don't worry man, you have main character immunity. Besides, I couldn't resist!" he laughed, then perked his ears at the German shepherd curiously. "What the hell were you listening to anyway?"

Hunter widened his brown eyes and lied, "Foo Fighters." In truth, the embarrassed young dog was listening to some Rihanna songs, and earlier an Eli Lieb song called 'Young Love', which carried a catchy tune into his dumb jock, canine brain.

As always school groaned and moaned as students slumped themselves to their home rooms, and Hunter kept his ears and eyes wary, hoping not to run into him. It was a Monday, and Hunter wasn't in the mood.

"Maybe he's sick or something..." the German shepherd hoped.

As if God Himself were playing jokes on him though, a slender fox waltzed in behind him with a wagging tail and him shaking his muzzle. Today, he wore a pair of bright brown trousers, along with a blue vest over a white T-shirt. If he had glasses and a beard, the fox would look like a young hipster, but he made up for that by not wearing anything stupid other than the vest. Looking at him, Hunter stared intently without realizing he ran into a pole.

Bang!

A couple of students laughed, one of them a pudgy bear who chuckled, "Ha. Onomatopoeia."

"Fuck!" Hunter growled a groan, folding his ears as he sensed a familiar presence behind him. "Oh crap."

"Watch that mouth of yours Mr. Thurman," came the huskily strict voice of Principal Lennart, a female cougar a foot taller than Hunter and a...promising chest.

Oh come on, you have no problem talking about my body but you get embarrassed the moment an older woman with big knockers walks into the story? Hunter thought while nervously smiling. "O-Okay Principal, I'm sorry."

Ms. Lennart sighed before pointing to a nearly couple by the bathroom. "Hey, you two! Stop that!" she called in annoyance, much to the amusement of everyone around.

"Damn, ya okay man?" Jason asked before looking in the shepherd's direction. The tiger chuckled shortly and turned to Hunter as they started walking again, with the shepherd rubbing his nose. "Well isn't Holden in a happy mood?"

Hunter laughed shortly. "Y-yeah," he said, then changed the topic quickly by asking, "So who did you go out with last night again?"

As Jason went onto comparing girls such as the cheerleaders and the cliques, Hunter glanced back to Holden behind them. The fox's eyes were closed as he listened to music on his iPhone, seeming happy while everyone else wondered the same thing: "How the hell is he in a perky mood?" However, he didn't seem to care that others looked at him weird, and smiled toward the shepherd's direction before he turned back to Jason slightly blushed.

Hunter couldn't believe it hadn't been long since school started, and the shepherd didn't expect his junior year to begin with seeing the fox in his English 101 class second period. It began with the raccoon teacher Mrs. Phillips telling all the students to start the year by introducing themselves. Of course, everyone knew each other (probably too much) since preschool, kindergarten, and middle school, but all the students shrugged and formed the desks into a circle.

That's when Hunter first saw the fox. Wearing a black vest and blue jeans, the fox's clothes contrasted with his naturally orange and black fur, with traces of creamy white on his muzzle and a dip of snow on his swishing tail. With green emerald eyes, he looked so familiar, but the German shepherd couldn't put a paw on it. Was he a member of the glee club? Mathematics Club? Something nerdy perhaps for someone wearing something that ridiculous.

Soon, the classroom was formed into a circle of desks, with everyone either talking to each other or waiting for the period bell to miraculously ring them free. "Okay settle down class, we'll start off alphabetically," Mrs. Phillips announced from her desks. "First off will be...Holden Brewin."

That's when Hunter remembered the fox as he stood up.

He remembered the first days of middle school. Him and other buff guys bullying students, some of them scrawny raccoons, others nerds with lisps, and a few others smaller than them. Back then, the German shepherd didn't care about feelings or being in trouble; only following his friends' actions.

And one of those acts involved humiliating a small fox with orange and black fur, with piercing green eyes and a bit of a butter belly. Hunter remembered pulling the fox's pants down, scaring him into giving lunch money, and the fear on his white cheeks as he and his 'friends' then spread rumors of him looking at boys in the locker room. Then one day, the fox moved away after a divorce between his mom and dad. Hunter only recalled his name one time. It was...

"Hello everyone, my name is Holden Brewin, and I'm seventeen years old. I just moved back to town a week ago, so some of you may not recognize me. I uh my favorite music artists are Eli Lieb, Foo Fighters, and Green Day. However, the music I like to listen to most are the choruses on film soundtracks. My favorite movie is a tie between 'Corpse Bride' and anything made by Disney. As for a favorite book, I have to go with either a Marie Lu novel or 'Great Gatsby, and..."

As the fox told the class his hobbies such as graphics design and reading fiction, Holden didn't realize the soft smile he had across his muzzle. It had been so long since middle school, and it made the German shepherd wonder if the fox remembered him. Hopefully not.

However, when it got to his turn, Hunter was surprised that Holden didn't run out in disgust when announcing his name, but instead he wagged his tail and clapped with the rest of the class. Unlike the others however, he smiled at him, as if remembering something earlier.

That was a few weeks ago. And Hunter couldn't stop thinking about him.

"Nice flashback there." Hunter hummed with a smile as the bell rang. Jason was nowhere to be seen either. "Well fuck me!" He ran to his class, and earned a few snickers and inane glances before sitting down in his desk.

An hour later, Hunter found himself in English 11 again, with the slender fox sitting a desk to his right. Mrs. Phillips began class by having everyone take turns reading chapter five of 'David Copperfield', and all Hunter could do was listen to Holden as he volunteered more than once. His voice had changed the last time he saw him, with the high pitch now carrying a sense of being very mello. However, the German shepherd had to glance away with slightly folded ears whenever the fox turned to his left.

And the worst part (in Hunter's case)? Aside from homeroom and final period Trigonometry with Jason, all of the other classes given to the German shepherd were also given to Holden, which meant he was forced to walk in the same direction with the damn red fox. Sometimes, they'd glance in each other's directions and he'd smile at Hunter before awkwardly walking into the next classroom.

By the time lunch rolled in today, the weather outside went from slightly cloudy to a chance of showers and thunderstorms, but Hunter thankfully got to forget about the fox for a moment. After getting a tray of the crap food they served, he sat down next to his teammates along with Jason. Somehow, he convinced a cheerleader and her girlfriends to skip class and visit them.

"Like oh my God, have you seen the weather outside?" a husky named Veronica exclaimed in annoyance. "I heard Coach Sampson tell the PA speaker between classes that practice is canceled."

Hunter perked his ears and groaned with all my teammates. "Really?" I asked in unison with Jason and a pit bull nicknamed Duke. "Damn it all..."

"I know right?" Veronica shook her muzzle in a whimper. "I had to drag my uniform to school in my backpack for nothing!" Her tail curled around her toilet paper-thin skirt, and she caught Duke's panting attention next to her by pulling her girlfriend into a very close hug, then showing her something on her phone with giddy composure.

Hunter's attention was on the limber fox in a hipster vest in the corner of the lunch room, sitting by himself. Over the mindless chatter of his friends, the German shepherd flicked his tail and watched the fox take a lunch bag outta his backpack, and he couldn't help but smile in awe at how handsome he looked.

Stop this! Hunter shook his muzzle. You're a jock, and he's a nerd you used to beat up years ago! How can we be together?

As everyone at the table went to grab lunch, Hunter sat alone with Veronica as she waved at her girlfriends and blowing kisses to either Jason or another player.

"Feminism at its finest," Hunter shrugged amused.

"What's that?" Veronica asked cynical. She flicked her tail and slugged Hunter's shoulder, actually making the large German shepherd almost whimper. "I am so totally a feminist, since I have a right to wear whatever I want whenever I want." The husky slyly scooted over to Hunter's left side and whispered, "By the way, that fox you're staring at is so cute!"

Hunter immediately folded his ears and felt blood rush to his cheeks. "I-I-What are you talking about?" he asked when turning to a smug Veronica.

"Honey, I may dress like an air-headed cheerleader off of 'Glee', but I'm not written like one," she spoke with a canid whisper, her eyes looking around for anyone listening. "If you're gay, I won't tell a soul. My uncle over in Milwaukee has a fiancé that's a guy, and they're both adorable together!" She smiled and looked back to Holden solemnly eating without a care in the world. "This Holden kid sounds like a sweet guy, so why not go talk to him afterschool?

Hunter wanted to tell Veronica that he wanted to talk to Holden, kiss him like all the other girls he's fantasized about in the past. He wanted to ask the fox how he's been, why he dresses that way and if he could forgive him. However, the German shepherd's words were drowned out by his friends and teammates' chatter coming back to the table. Much like the weather outside, Hunter felt depressed as hell.

Speaking of bad weather, gym came around with Hunter now remembering why he hated gym this year. It can be best defined by the following paragraph below.

After spending the last hour playing dodgeball and avoiding eye contact with the smiling fox, the German shepherd got to his locker in the locker room quickly. Busy smelling of sweat and adrenaline like everyone else, he flustered white at the sight of Holden standing by the locker a few rows from him. He tried to look away, and entered the combination before opening to grab his gym clothes and run into the gym. For a moment however, Hunter felt hypnotized by the slender fox undressing, his fingers brushing the waistband of his underwear before pulling it down in one swoop.

"Not helping," Hunter mumbled angrily.

He quickly grabbed a towel and headed to the showers, tail curling as he went to the farthest faucet and turn it on cold. He basked in the cool feeling of water running down his back and chest again, and grabbed his bar of soap to foam his fur all over. However, as the German shepherd got to the shampoo in his headfur, he heard footsteps and froze solid at seeing an all-too familiar fox naked and unafraid behind him.

Why do you have to do this to me? Hunter thought angrily.

Much like earlier, Hunter tried his best to ignore the musk and scent of fresh shampoo, yet the growling lust in his chest and cheeks burned like fire on cold ice. He forced himself to look toward the white-tiled wall as he shampooed himself and felt the heated water run down his prickling fur, but the lingering thought of seeing Holden Brewin without any clothing pulled too much. One peek, and that'd be it.

Slowly, Hunter looked to his left and right with a flickering tail before turning around to glance at the slender fox across the showers. His eyes were clothes while running soap all over his wet chest, and the relaxing, crescent smile made butterflies flutter in Hunter's stomach. He looked so handsome, it hurt.

Without the vest on, the red fox's orange and black fur looked more colorful, with drops and inklings of white fur trickling with the water from his muzzle down his chest all the way to his well-endowed crotch. The German shepherd gulped, and felt himself stir a bit at realizing he never knew Holden had such a big-

"Okay, okay!" Holden suddenly chuckled embarrassed, "We get it: Hunter's hot for me!" That made the German shepherd turn red as everyone present in the showers stopped to see Hunter run out to his locker (while hiding his erection) and dry off quickly. He put his boxers and jeans up as a familiar voice pierced the chatter of the locker room.

"Hunter, I'm sorry-" Hunter, without warning or control, grabbed the scrawny fox to push him against the lockers, creating a loud bang to cover Holden's grunt.

Hunter hadn't felt this angry in a long time, and it grew visible on his face and in his eyes as he glared at the puny fox's quivering expression. In an instant, it came and went, and all the German shepherd saw was a small fox looking genuinely afraid instead of a punching bag.

Inane to everyone stares around them, the German shepherd looked into the red fox's ocean eyes. They looked confused, relieved, hypnotized, apologetic, and back to confused again. Hunter even felt Holden's cool breath from the distance their muzzle were.

They didn't even notice that George, a fellow football teammate of the German shepherd's and a wolf with no filter, walked behind them sneering. "Faggots," he announced behind Hunter, causing everyone in the locker room to either look at them with frowns or mostly uncomfortable dressing.

"Aaron Rogers reject," Holden suddenly said without looking away.

Ironically, the egotistic wolf wore a green and yellow Packers jersey with the #12 on his chest as his regular clothing, and that caused an uproar or laughter in the locker room. George gave a pathetic evil eye to Holden, but the fox smirked and smiled to the confused German shepherd.

To break the tension, the PA speaker announced that all clubs would be canceled due to showers and potential thunderstorms, and all the students, nerds and jocks alike, groaned. As everyone finally got dressed and the bell rang for the last period, Holden further surprised the German shepherd by placing a piece of paper into his right paw before disappearing into the crowd with a hopeful glance.

Meet me by the library entrance soon as school ends. I know you like me, and I like you too. If you don't want to talk, I'll understand, Hunter.

-Holden

For the rest of the school day all the way to eighth period, Hunter read the note and reread it enough for him to memorize. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it.

Not until Trigonometry class, when Jason wrote something down in his notebook and slid it over to me as Mr. Starker, the Trigonometry teacher who made the Principal look like a liberal, bantered on about hypothetical equations and crap.

Hunter looked down at the notebook, and folded his black ears. "I saw what happened in gym. Are you gay, Hunter? Yes or no?" it asked, causing the shepherd to nervously look up to a silent but kindly smiling Jason.

Unsure, Hunter took a pen out and wrote down, "Maybe? I don't know. Why do YOU care???"

"What about that fox you've been googling over for the past month?" Jason silently replied in letters. The tiger then added, "You like him, am I right?"

If Hunter felt as embarrassed as before when Veronica outed me at lunch, this was ten times worse, since everyone was trying to focus on Mr. Starker's lesson and the German shepherd didn't need their attention.

"Yes, I do."

For a moment, we stared forward and listened to the older teacher's raccoonish monotone voice, with Hunter trying to grasp the concept of Trigonometry. He hated stuff like this, only preferring classes that either made his muscles ache or ones that involved fiction. He loved to read, but only if it had a story, and learning stuff like this really made the shepherd's brain go numb.

Suddenly, Hunter's ears turned to Jason as he wrote something down.

"I don't care. Your secret's safe with me Hunter," he notebook read. Disbelievingly, Hunter looked at the tiger as he cheekily smiled and wagged his orange tail behind him with friendly composure.

"What happened to the stereotyped jock friend on TV that sees the main character as a disgusting fag?" Hunter wrote back sarcastically.

Jason just laughed and put an arm around his friend. "Hunter this is a short story, not a Kyell Gold novel," he wrote back with a smirk. "Go see him."

At last, the bell rang and everyone except Hunter hurried outside. True to the school PA's word, the weather outside was a good excuse to cancel football practice. Instead of being a little foggy and sunny that morning, it hailed and showered in raindrops the size of quarters, and students hastily ran for their cars and the bus stops while screaming like the witch in 'Wizard of Oz'.

Shaking his muzzle amused, Hunter made a decision. He'd go. Sending a quick text to his mom and dad he'd be late for home, Hunter shoved his phone in his coat pocket and went to the library entrance.

While the school was set up like a maze, with the main hall running through the center and the gym in the back, the library wasn't hard to find by the front entrance. However, everyone was already attempting to flee or getting soaked outside, leaving only him and a cute red fox in a bad-looking blue vest outside the mob.

Folding his ears, the shepherd stood next to him. "Uh...hi," Hunter said in a low voice.

Holden flicked his ears and turned to see the towering dog, his tail then wagging in excitement. "Hi there," he smiled up at Hunter, and it made the German shepherd's legs turn to jelly. "So uh...it looks pretty bad...out there."

Hunter cleared his throat and turned to the entrance, now compact with students waiting for better weather. Have they never heard of an umbrella? Hunter thought to himself. Speaking of which...

Searching through his backpack, Holden pulled out a black umbrella and happily handed it over to the taller canine. "You wanna go somewhere other than here?" he asked with a grin. "Your car maybe?"

Smiling with a rumbling stomach, Hunter took the umbrella and followed the fox as they both cut through the mob. Soon as they got to the glass doors, the shepherd opened the umbrella up and placed it under him and Holden before running for it.

Feeling his footpaws get soaked and hearing raindrops bash at the umbrella, Hunter couldn't help but laugh with Holden. Thankfully, he happened to be a linebacker, and managed to get them both to his Saturn with only soaked pants.

"Whoa! Hehehe, I forgot how fast you can run there!" Holden chuckled while reveling in the car's heater.

Hunter shot his ears up and looked at Holden surprised. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "I started football freshman year, so how the hell can you know about my speed?"

The fox widened his eyes and blushed lightly. "Well...I kinda watch you at practice, and you can be really fast, like a cheetah," he said nervously, his tail curling in both fear and embarrassment. "I never talked to you that much because I still thought...you know, that you still..."

Hunter felt that same pang in his chest as he did in the locker room. At that moment, he didn't feel like he were in a car in the middle of the empty school parking lot. Hunter felt like he and Holden were in their own bubble.

"Listen Holden...I..." the German shepherd tried forming the words. "When I was young, I didn't..." He sighed, and softly groaned while palming his paws into his eyes. "I'm sorry for doing all that shit to you, for...pantsing you, calling you gay, and teasing; I was a fucking idiot back them." Pausing, Hunter finished with, "I'm sorry for making your life a living hell."

It is true.

For a long time into the rainstorm, Holden stared at him silently with an expressionless gaze, slowly clenching his right paw into a fist. At first, the German shepherd expected the worst, but flinched as the small fox laughed and punched him on the shoulder.

"Apology accepted, big guy," Holden grinned while leaning against the seat. "To be honest, you weren't wrong about me liking boys. To be honest, I was...kinda glad you got it out for me. I told my mom and dad the next day, and expected the worst. Mom and my older brother were okay, but...Daddy Dearest didn't take it well."

Hunter looked at Holden dumbfounded and guiltily. "I...I'm so sorry Holden," he said with a curled shepherd tail.

The fox smirked and shook his head. "Don't be. The prick's now living in Texas with his new wife now," Holden sighed before smiling at Hunter. "It wasn't your fault, since I was going to tell them anyway. After me, my mom and siblings moved, we went to Minneapolis for a while. Mom decided to move back after Alex, my older brother, graduated with honors and got a job as a lawyer, and is now working all the time for me and my little sister. You?"

Hunter perked his ears and cleared his throat. "Well, Mom and Dad are still working, but I haven't told them yet about my...bisexuality."

As Hunter sat silently in his car, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the fox. However, Holden did tell him everything worked out okay. All the shepherd could do was nervously smile and stare into the red fox's cute eyes, the ones that seemed like an endless ocean.

Soon, Hunter checked the time to see almost half an hour had gone by, and the downpour from earlier shortened down to a drizzle. Holden saw this too, and awed at the sight of a rainbow over the town. He then turned to the German shepherd next to him and asked, "Wanna go get fast food before dropping me off at home, Hunter?"

He turned to Holden and smiled. "I-I'd love something to eat," Hunter said, his paws turning the ignition and turning the Saturn to drive.

A few minutes later, both canines drove to a local McDonald's drive-thru not far from Main Street, with Holden ordering a nutritious Grilled McWrap and the testosterone-filled Hunter ordering a double burger.

"It's been a while since I've had one of these things," he happily gobbled a bite and wagged his tail at the taste. "By the way, this is in no way an advertisement for McDonald's, readers."

Holden laughed and took a bite into his chicken wrap, chewing bit by bit while glancing nervously to the German shepherd. He watched Hunter wolf down the burger and lick his lips, wondering what he saw in the other canine. Was it his looks (obviously)? His charm (haha)? Or was it this sense of kindness and yearning of forgiveness that made the fox have a crush on Hunter? Maybe.

As it continued to drizzle outside in the parking lot and soak the car windows, the shepherd looked to the fox curiously. "Hey Holden," Hunter asked while chewing on the burger. "What's with the ridiculous vests you've been wearing?"

"You don't like them?" Holden pretended to be hurt (much to Hunter's horror of thinking he insulted him), but instead laughed before curling his tail onto his lap. "Well, before the schoolyear began, my mom and I got into a stupid dare on who'd win against the Packers in August. And to make a long story short, she's making me wear these damn vests for a whole month." Holden pulled his vest's neck a bit and made a disgusted frown. "Ugh, at least it's over tomorrow."

Hunter chuckled and took another bite. "You seem happy when you're wearing them at school, Holden," he suggested with a canid smirk.

The fox stuck his tongue out and laughed shortly. "I'm always happy..." he paused, and folded his ears with slight blushing. "...especially with you."

Silence clung to the air for a long while. The fox and the shepherd glanced back and forth to each other, and all both of them could hear were their own chewing and beating hearts.

"So uh...is the moral of this short story to forgive and forget or that people who mercilessly bully you are gay?" Hunter asked both the Narrator and Holden.

"I dunno, sounds too corny to be true," the red fox bit again into his wrap, and licked his lips of crumbs. "But maybe the comments section will tell us?"

"If there are any comments," Hunter chuckled out loud next to the fox.

Ouch, that hurt you guys. By the way, please stop making so many fourth-wall jokes; this is supposed to be a typical gay romance story set in high school, not a 'Deadpool' movie.

Holden looked up and frowned. "Then why have us be furry animals in the first place?" he asked skeptically. "I mean it seems very pointless, since we could easily be human guys in a human world. Right, sweetie?"

That got the German shepherd to blush like a ripe tomato, and he finished the rest of the burger before crumpling the wrappers into his backseat. Hunter just heard his crush call him 'sweetie', and it caused a stirring below his belt.

"Oh hey, uh...Hunter?" the fox lifted a paw and pointed to his muzzle. "You got some ketchup on your cheek." Hunter lifted his finger and followed Holden's direction, but was soon surprised when the red fox stopped him and said, "Here, let me."

Placing his McWrap's remains onto the dashboard, Holden knelt on his seat and leaned forward to Hunter's muzzle. Without even thinking, he licked the ketchup off, and felt heat run to his cheeks as he stared into the German shepherd's eyes. For a moment, they were locked in silence, feeling each other's breath on their own lips. Then, Hunter made the move, and placed his paws on the fox's slender shoulder.

They kissed, and everything melted away like candle wax.

The taste in Holden's lips felt warm, addictive to Hunter. Without caring or knowing, his tongue felt the other canine's, and a deep murr escaped both their throats as their paws roamed each other's backs.

As Holden and Hunter pulled their musky lips apart for quick air and locked lips close again, their bodies pressed close under the misty rain. After a full minute of tasting their maws and lips, the fox and German shepherd gasped apart for breath, flustered beyond comprehension and paws shaking as their fingers entwined.

"Whew!" Holden gasped while breathing heavily. He flicked his ears at

Hunter on the other paw, felt speechless. "It's getting very date- uh I mean late!" he corrected himself with flustering blushes. In response, the red fox giggled and wagged his tail. "Hey uh...Holden, I'm not doing anything this Saturday, so...you wanna go grab a coffee and lunch sometime?"

In response, Holden nodded. "I'd love to sweetie," he replied while checking the time. "Oh fuck me, I gotta get home soon!"

Hunter glimpsed at his watch and perked his ears. "Me too!" he said while turning the car on. "Mind guiding me to your house?"

For several minutes, both canines sat in silence like shy schoolboys in a boarding house, and glanced at each other while still tasting the other's tongue. Hunter wanted to hold the fox again, feel Holden's arms wrapping around him like a soft teddy bear with a tender heartbeat.

A few blocks later, the German shepherd pulled up to an apartment complex recently built a few years ago. Holden next to him unbuckled and grabbed his backpack, then smiled at Hunter. "Thanks for the food, Hunter," he said while leaning on the door. "See you in school tomorrow!"

He closed the door, and Hunter was about to leave the driveway when Holden suddenly opened the door and jumped inside to plant a kiss on his larger lips. Hunter gasped, but melted into the embrace, and parted with a goofy grin and a glowing grin across the cute fox's muzzle.

In the blink of an eye, Holden jumped back outside, and skipped inside to his apartment before Hunter drove back home, humming the tune of an Eli Lieb song.

"To all the perverts reading this on the internet right now," he spoke one final time with an amused grin, "sorry for there being no sex scene."

The End!