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"Come on, come on, come on....." Ivorion muttered under his breath, watching the second hand's agonizingly slow progress around the clockface. The nine year old white tiger was lightly bouncing in his seat in anticipation of the end of the school day as it heralded the beginning of the weekend. "Ye know lad," his teacher, Mr. Odhran, said from just behind him, "If ye'd focus more on yer homework and less on the clock, ye'd find that yer weekend would come faster." Ivorion, totally engrossed in his vigil, jumped in his seat at his teacher's words then bent backwards over the back of his chair. The grinning form of Mr. Odhran, amusement at his pupil's reaction sparkling in his eyes, came into view. Though most of his students referred to him as a weasal, he maintained the fact that he was a stoat, and therefore cooler then his smaller brethren. A lithe, athletic man with tawny brown fur and a white underbelly, he was a very laidback teacher who had no qualms about joining in on pranks and jokes, though his students were carefull to listen for the edge that appeared in his irish brogue when things were getting out of hand. "Well, yeah, but school's out in less then ten minutes," Ivorion retorted, "How much can I really get done in ten minutes?" "More then ye'd get done just sitting there, I'd wager," the stoat cast a glance at his pupil's notebook, "Besides, ye'r almost done anyway. But, if it's time ye'r after, I can always hold ye after to make sure that ye finish." "You can't just keep me late on a friday, that's not fair!" "Ye know, ye'r right. Keeping just ye here by ye'r lonesome would be downright cruel. So, what I think I'll do, is give ye some company. Attention class!" The sound of pencil on paper stopped as every kid in the room looked up. "Mr. Kendrick here seems to think that I have not given ye enough time to do yer assignment. To remedy that I have decided to extend the school day, and in the interest of fairness, everybody shall stay until everyone is finished." The classroom erupted in complaints and irritated groaning, and more then a few wadded up pieces of paper sailed acrossed the room to pelt the white tiger. "He's bluffing!" Ivorion called, attempting to forestall his classmate's wrath, "He wouldn't keep us all here." "Oh, but I would, lad," grinned the irish stoat, "Unless of course, ye've changed yer mind about how much ye can accomplish in ten minutes." Glancing around him at the looks he was getting from his peers, Ivorion nodded and bent backwards again to meet the gaze of his teacher. "Maybe I was mistaken." "I thought ye'd see things my way." Mr. Odhran chuckled, placing his hand on the back of the chair before addressing the class as a whole, "Mr. Kendrick has changed his mind, and thus have I as well. Everyone shall leave on time." Relieved sighs filled the room as everybody returned to their work with renewed vigor. Looking back at Ivorion, Mr. Odhran pulled back and down on the back of the chair, causing the fourth grader to yelp and lurch forward, digging his claws into the sides of his desk before turning back to glare at his teacher. "I'll get you back for that, you know." Ivorion gasped, trying to get his heart rate back to normal. "I don't doubt it lad, but for now, get back to work. The clock is ticking, Mr. Kendrick." Settling his chair to rights, pupil put pencil to paper and scribbled with abandon.

Fifteen minutes later, assignment completed just in the nick of time, Ivorion was leaning against his locker with his two best friends; Shayne, a grey wolf, and Mike, a brown bear. "Do you really think that the weasel'd keep us late if you didn't finish?" Mike asked, question slightly muffled as he was buried halfway in his locker. "Doubtfull, but you never can tell with him," Ivorion replied, catching Shayne's gaze and glancing down at their friend's shorts. "True," the wolf added with a nod, a sly smile crossing his muzzle, "Guy's got a hard on for Rio. Probably why he wanted him to stay." "You're just mad he thinks I'm cuter," the tiger retorted, "But speaking of hard ons... Now!" "Boner check!!" Rio and Shayne yelled in unision, each grabbing one leg and tugging downward, revealing a rather tight fitting pair of baby blue undies with pale pink butterflies snuggled up around the bear cub's rump. As he felt his shorts pool around his ankles, Mike jumped and bounced his head off the top of his locker, emerging only to have his annoyed glare met with a pair of highly amused grins and the laughter of the few other students around. "Really, man?" Shayne laughed, "Pink butterflies?" "Pale rose, actually," Mike replied, flicking his little tail at the wolf, "Besides don't get mad at me cause you're little sister has cuter undies then you do." "Dude!" Rio laughed, draping himself acrossed Mike's shoulders to laugh at Shayne, "If you actually had a little sister, that would have been a hell of a burn." "Teacher's coming!" Called a terrier slightly down the hall, cutting off Shayne's retort. "Sorry guys," Mike called to the hall as a whole, "Photo time is over." Rather then dropping to his haunches to retrieve his shorts the brown bear bent at the waist, the satin like material whispering as the bear's rump pushed against Rio's crotch. Mike flicked his tail and gave his hips a wiggle in response to the twitch in his friend's jeans before standing up and looking over his shoulder, giving Rio's muzzle a quick lick before grinning at the raised eyebrow from the bemused tiger. "I keep forgetting that you are absolutely impossible to embarress," Shayne said. Having ducked into Mike's locker to retrieve the bear's backpack he had missed the nonverbal exchange between his friends. "Nobody is impossible," Mike replied, taking his pack after settling his shorts in place, "You just haven't found the right tactic yet." "If standing in the middle of school with your pants down wearing a pair of little girl's panties doesn't even make you blush, I don't know what will." The wolf declared, glancing over his shoulder, "There's a story behind those panties, I'm sure of it. The weasel's nearly here though, so it'll have to wait. I've got him, you two go meet Zac." Turning and jogging down the hall of few feet, he intercepted the approaching teacher. "Mr. Odhran! How are you this fine afternoon?" "Suspicious, Mister Demyan," The stoat replied, attempting to step around the young wolf, "Ye would ne have any idea as to why that lad felt the need to announce my arrival, would ye?" "Not a clue," Shayne replied, stepping taking half a step back and blocking the teacher's path again, "Hey, are you going to the baseball game?" "Yes, I am, just as soon as I find out what's going on here," Placing his hand on Shayne's shoulder, he pushed him lightly out of the way only to have the grey wolf spin around to block him again, "Just what, may I ask, are ye doing, Mister Demyan." "Who, me?" "Yes, lad, you." "Well," the sound of a locker slamming and running footsteps behind him caused the wolf to glance over his shoulder in time to see a familiar striped tail disappearing out the door at the end of the hall. He turned back to his teacher with a grin, "Up until now, I was being a distraction." "Ah, and I guess the reason for yer distraction just escaped." "Yup, so there's no reason for me to be in your way anymore." "I don't suppose ye'd be willing to tell why yer cohorts needed an escape plan, would ye?" "Not really, no. But, look at it this way. At least you-" The cub opened his eyes wide and gasped, pointing over his teacher's shoulder, "Look out! A diversion!" The teacher spun on his heels and dropped into a light crouch to face the threat, standing back up and running his hands over his face, realization dawning to the soundtrack of laughter and retreating footfalls. Turning around, he nodded and chuckled at himself. "Well played, Mister Demyan," He called down the hall after the retreating wolf, "It won't work again, I can promise ye that." "Yeah," Shane replied, pausing at the end of the hallway, "Maybe not, but it only had to work once. See ya at the game!" He waved, and turned, quickly reaching full tilt and bursting out the door in pursuit of his friends. "I assume that none of ye saw anything either?" The weasel asked the few scattered students around him, getting various denials and over the top innocent whistles in response. "Of course not. Alright then, time for toutoring. Anybody that needs extra homework help meet up in my classroom in a half hour. Anybody not wanting said help, I advise scampering home, cause if ye'r in my halls when I come back out, y'er staying for said toutoring, like it or not." He turned and walked back to his room, his proclomation having caused a whirlwind of activity as the cubs around him rushed to escape.

"Are those things as soft as they look?" Rio asked, panting slightly as he jogged to a stop and leaned up against a fence post. "What, my undies?" Replied Mike, stretching out his calves to prevent cramping, "Why, yes, yes they are. Very soft, smooth, and reactive." "Reactive?" "Yup. When they rub up against my shorts they make static electricity." He explained, straightening out of his stretch, "I'll have to show you some time." "Show me- Are you seriously firting with me right now?" The tiger laughed self consciously, blushing slightly. "Maybe," Mike grinned, "Oh, I don't like the body wash you used last night." "Well, I ran out of mine, so- wait, what could you possibly have against bodywash?" "It's different from the stuff you usually use, and it tastes funny." "Ha, well as I said, I ran out so I had to use my dad's. You know, the taste of my bodywash wouldn't bug you if you'd stop licking me." "What can I say, you taste good. Normally, anyway." "Hey guys!" Shayne callled, running up to join them, "Sorry, took a second to ditch the weasel." "Don't worry about it." Rio said, casting one last curious glance at Mike before turning to jog along the fence, "Let's go, don't wanna keep Zac waiting." The trio trotted along the fence for a couple of minutes, coming to a line of huge thorn hedges. Taller then the fence and at least five feet thick, they had been planted last year in an attempt to keep people from climbing the fence and avoiding the 'small' charge for attending school games. Slowing, they kept walking until they found what they were looking for, a nearly imperceptable break in the thorns disguising a path through the thick hedges. Stepping into the coolness under the boughs, they pushed through the branches until Shayne, who was in the lead motioned for them to stop. "Hey, listen," he whispered, "You hear that?" His companions paused briefly then suppressed laughter as they heard it as well. A faint, spattering, trickling noise was floating through the hedgerow. "Probably has something to do with that, don't ya think?" Rio giggled, pointing out a small trickle of liquid snaking it's way through the dust towards their feet. "Dude," Mike said, "I wonder who it is?" "One way to find out..." Shayne pulled out his phone and activated the video app. Carefully moving some of the leaves out of the way, he pushed the lens up agains the branches. After a few seconds of auto focusing, he snorted, repressing more laughter as the image came into focus. Just on the other side of the last line of branches, a smallish orange cat decked out in the school team's baseball uniform stood with his head down, blonde bangs partially obscuring his tawny gold eyes as he focused on the task at hand. Panning down, Shayne brought an end to all doubt about just what that task was. The shadow of the feline combined with those of the gate behind him and the shfting leaves overlapped in such a way that his privates remained that way, but there was no mistaking the glistening amber liquid arcing through the air to spatter into the dirt. "It's Zac!" Rio breathed, incredulously, "I never would have thought he had the guts to pee outside." "Well, live and learn I guess...." Shayne muttered, rustling the leaves a bit as the feline's stream started to peter out. The noise caught the cat's attention and he jumped a few time, shoulders shaking up and down. Having covered himself and fastend his pants back up, he raised his head and gazed directly at the camera, giving Shayne the full face shot he had been angling for. Due to the shadows and shifting leaves, Zac didn't see trio or their phone, and so he called out softly. "Hey guys, is that you?" "Yeah, it's us," Mike responded, amusement barely concealed in his voice. "What took you so long? The coach isn't gonna believe it took me this long to go to the bathroom." "Sorry," Rio answered quickly, covering up snorts from the other two voyeurs, "We had to ditch the weasal." "Huh.. Okay, well, come on then." He turned, revealing a gate held shut with a rusty chain locked in place with shiny new padlock. Pulling the key from his pocket, Zac quickly unlocked the gate and maneuvered the chain free before sliding it the half a foot it would open before butting up against a root. "Come on guys," Shayne said, pushing past the last few branches and through the gate. "Huh." Rio, the last in line, paused just through the gate and feigned innocent confusion, "Hey Zac, do you know why the dirt's wet here? It hasn't rained for a bit." "Oh! Uh, it's not.... well- I mean.. um.." The cat's back stiffened and he froze halfway through getting the gate locked again, blushing deeply, the change in color visible even through his deep orange fur. "That's a great question, actually," Shayne called back, having pushed through the much smaller hedges on the inner side of the fence, "We'll have to review the video evidence." Zac let out a strangled squawk and started pushing past Rio and Mike in an attempt to pursue the grey wolf who was tearing off across the field. He broke through the branches, but only managed to get a few feet before a blue parrot dove down and landed in front of him. His outfit matched Zac's save for the mic and transmitter set up he had strapped around his chest. "Where da heck have you been?" He yelled, running out the last of his momentum and grabbing the distressed feline's shoulders, "Been gone so long coach told me ta come find ya, was worried ya were sick or sometin." "Come on, Toby, you're letting him get away!" Zac yelled, about to break free until Rio and Mike caught up. "Don't worry about it, man, he's bluffing. We couldn't see anything really." Rio said, "Besides, he's not gonna show anybody anyway. Probably already deleted it." "Deleted wat?" The parrot asked, iritation spreading acrossed his face. "Don't worry, Toby, as Rio said, it's nothing." Mike replied, stepping up, "Besides, as you said, the coach is waiting. Gotta go get ready for the game, right?" "Right..." Still uncertain, but feeling the time crunch, Toby glared at Shayne's diminishing form, "We hafta go, but if dat shifty wolf does end up showing whatever it is to anybody, I'll shave him from head to tail..." turning his attention back to Zac, "I promise it. Now, you ready Callidus?" "Yeah," Zac answered, flinching at his friend's use of his first name before stepping behind him and jumping up into a piggy back, "I'm good to go, Tobias." "I still don't see why you hate your name so much," said the avian, crouching and flexing his wings. "Because it's lame." "But latin is such a cool language." Running a few steps for thrust, Toby jumped and flapped his wings, carrying the pair towards the dugouts, Zac's reply lost to the sound. "You think that Shayne's gonna delete the video?" Rio asked, watching the pair fly off. "Not a chance," Mike replied, "In fact, my bet is he's gonna take it home and upload it to his laptop." "What for?" "Why else? To try and get rid of the shadows," with a shove, Mike broke into a sprint, "Race ya!" "Cheater!" Having been caught off guard, Rio had stumbled when he got shoved, giving Mike a headstart that the tiger gamely did his best to overcome. Five minutes later though, it proved insurmountable and he jogged up the last few feet to the grass next to the dugout where Mike had arrived mere seconds before. "That.. doesn't count." He panted, hands on knees. "It does too, and you know it. Which gives me ten wins. That's a free dare, isn't it?" Mike replied, referring to the groups agreement. They kept track of bets and races and the like, and anytime someone had collected a certain number of wins, they could cash it in for favors or dares. "Yeah.. It is." the tiger stepped past his friend and collapsed down on the grass next to him, "You have to cash it in tonight though, no time for planning or anything, cause that was messed up." "Deal," The bear cub replied, hawking a loogie and spitting it into his palm. Rio copied the action, and the two clasped hands, squeezing hard until the combined mixture of their spit and snot oozed out from between their fingers. "That is so gross." Shayne commented from Mike's other side, with a slight shiver of disgust, "I don't see how you guys can stand to do that." "And that, my friend," Mike said pulling his hand from Rio's slowly, shining tendrils of mucus connecting their palms for a split second before breaking, "Is why you never get to cash in any of your wins. Your handshakes are dry so they don't count." He grinned as Shayne shuddered again, and then copied Rio's act of wiping his hand clean in the grass. "That's a bogus rule, and one of these days..." the wolf started, but was interruped as Toby's amplified voice boomed through the field. "GOOOOOOOOD AFTERNOON SPORTS FANS!!!" The parrot called, soaring over head, his voice carried through his mic and blasted throught the field's tannoy system, "IT'S A GREAT DAY FOR A BASEBALL GAME, AND AS DA PLAYERS TAKE DA FIELD, IT'S TIME TO SEE IF OUR GALLANT HOME TEAM CAN KEEP UP DA UNDEFEATED STREAK!!" A roar of approval erupted from the home bleachers, as Zac stepped up to the plate, "FIRST TO BAT, OUR VERY OWN CALLIDUS, BATTING AGAINST DA LEFT HANDED PITCHER FROM THOREEN ELEMENTARY. DA FOX GOES INTO HIS WINDUP, HERE'S DA PITCH..." With a grunt of effort, Zac flexed his legs and torqued his back, putting his entire body into his swind, and was rewarded with an ear splitting crack as he made full contact. The ball rocketed through the air, causing Toby to squawk and drop into a nose dive. "HUGE HIT FROM CALLIDUS! SORRY ABOUT YOUR EARS SPORTS FANS, DAT ONE ALMOST KNOCKED ME OUTTA DA AIR ON IT'S WAY INTA ORBIT!! JUST LIKE DAT IT'S ONE TA ZERO, IT'S GONNA BE A GREAT GAME!

Several hours later, the game having come to a harrowing five to four victory for the home team, Mike and Rio had walked the short distance from the school to Rio's house. "Did we win?" Asked Rio's mom as they came through the door. "Course we did, Mrs. Kendrick," Mike replied, toeing off his sandles and dropping them into the basket by the door, "Zac is on our team, remember?" "That he is," Rio's dad chuckled, "And quite the athlete for somone his age. We've already eaten, boys, but there's sandwich stuff on the counter and cookies in the cupboard for later." "Cool, thanks dad!" The boys bee lined for the kitchen and made a few roast beef and cheddar sandwiches apiece before grabbing a couple sodas and charging up the stairs. "Homework before video games!!" Rio's parents called after them in chorus. "Got it!" "Okay!" Reaching the landing, the two collided off the walls and each other as they made their way down the halls to Rio's room. Mike plopped down on the floor and tore into his first sandwich as Rio closed the door and sat at his desk, moving aside his keyboard to make room for his food. "So..." Mike said, grinning evilly through a mouthfull of half chewed food, "About that dare...."