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The anticipation was remorselessly assaulting my sanity. Every second felt like hours. It was like a long-distance car ride with obnoxious children in the backseats constantly yelling "Are we there yet?" When was it going to happen, when was it going to happen, when was it going to happen?

The location for 'Operation; Fake-gay Makeout' (Scott's dumb name, not mine), was going to be right in front of Sean's gym locker in our locker room aisle. To be honest, I was never quite sure why Sean chose his locker so close to me, Scott, Marty and Toru. The only explanation I can come up with was that he was engulfed in delusions of football team comradery, and figured from just that we'd chum just nicely (maybe in Sean's sad twisted world he's still convinced that we do). The only person in our aisle was Aaron Aaronson the Aardvark, who actually wasn't on the football team, and was otherwise almost too plain to comment on (he was aan aabsolutely aaverage Aardvark, with aabsolutely aaverage Aardvark aatributes. He aaclimated aawesomely with Marty, aand had aan aamount of aadmirable hobbies, like aart aapreciation, aastrology, aand aagriculture... ).

Our 'victim' was in position, changing after toweling himself dry. The only oddity was that Sean displayed less of an arrogant flare. He wasn't snooping, not even bothering to butt into Aaron and Marty's conversation about... their favorite ice cream flavors (Aaron's was aalmond). It was weird, but maybe Sean was still upset about being told off by Scott. As if it he wasn't the one who said things completely out of line... fucking tool.

'Agent Toru' looked like he was having an off-day at best: His triangular ears were flicking randomly as he sucked in air loudly through his nostrils. There was a clumsy unevenness in the way he changed his clothes and brushed his fur. Despite his strong frame, the poor Dog looked so tiny and vulnerable, as if he was preparing for his imminent destruction. I had to look away from the Akita because his lack of composure was exacerbating my own stress toward the situation. I had no explanation for why he decided to do something that would cause him to fret so intensely.

So the stage was set; at this point we were just waiting on Scott to make his bold entrance. However, in my anticipation I had changed way too fast, and now needed an excuse to hang around until Scott got here. Normally I'd consider myself lucky that my fur was rigid enough to not need brushing after drying off, but all that time-saved was a detriment today. On the flip side, Toru's post-body drier fluff was a sight to behold: his head looked like a fuzzy potato that just so happened to have facial features. I had decided that I was all-in to stay and see 'Operation; Fake-gay Makeout', so I asked Toru if he wanted help brushing his fur down, but he jittered and responded with a sharp "N-No!", and then went back to struggling with his disobedient fur, head arching downward.

So much for that...

Right about then I was debating between spiking my hair back up, or just messing around on my phone to kill time, when I heard Scott's cheerful laugh to a joking catcall whistle coming from around the corner.

It begins.

When Scott arrived at the locker aisle I was immediately aware of the reason for the catcall: he had slung his towel over his shoulder instead of wearing it around his waist like a normal person would. He was just letting the whole damn world get a glimpse of his fine-ass and big package... uh, not that I snuck a quick peak or anything...

"Ahhh, nothing like a nice freezing-cold shower and fur-dry after a workout", the Polar Bear announced loudly as he sauntered over to his locker between mine and Sean's. Sean, nearly done changing (into his stupid dumb lumberjack-looking flannel outfit), just shook his head and muttered something to himself. We were all basically desensitized to Scott's exhibitionist antics by now. It was strangely affecting Toru though; upon seeing our loveable Polar Bear in the buff, he practically tensed up enough to give himself an ulcer. ...Performance anxiety, maybe?

Wait, Scott isn't going to do this naked, is he? That'd probably be too much for Toru to handle...

Thankfully, no, Scott didn't go that far; he did put on his jockstrap. But that was the extent of his clemency (like he said, his balls wouldn't touch, but I guess everything else was fair game). The moment he put his tight jockstrap on he winked to Toru: the signal. I felt an excited shiver jolt down my spine.

I pretended to be focused on my phone all the while stealing glances at Toru and Scott: I could visibly see Toru's hackles raise. He quickly stowed away his brush and threw on his purple V-neck shirt before timidly nodding back to the nearly naked Polar Bear. Here we go... Now facing Sean, Scott noticeably leaned against his locker with a paw on his waist. That devilish twinkle was back in his eyes, "So Sean, you don't like 'fags', huh?" he said with a shifty inflection, like he could barely contain his laughter. Oh God here it comes here it comes. My molars felt painfully hot from how hard I was clenching my jaw. If anyone bothered to look at me for more than a second it'd probably be incredibly obvious I wasn't just fiddling with my phone.

The Tabby looked at Scott dubiously, but responded in an impassive tone as he put his cap on, "Yeah, no shit. Why?"

Scott's grin grew sharper, a truly evil aura now radiating from the Polar Bear. "Soooooo..." Scott prolonged the word for several seconds, hoarding his anticipation and glee. I gulped down. Fuck, fuck I'm not ready for this! "I'm guessing you wouldn't like it if Toru and I..." dear God, or flying spaghetti monster or whatever deity may exist, please give me the strength to not gawk like a total fruit. "..._did... " _No turning back now! "...this?"

He did it. He straight up did it. No hesitation at all. In fact, it was so fluid that the scene that unfolded caused me to doubt my own eyes. Time seemed to slow down, woah shit.

Scott bounded on over to Toru, who was nervously staring back. Then, he made the fateful move. Both paws clasped on Toru's muzzle, Scott firmly brought their lips together. This was no baby-time make out session; Scott's muzzle was craned sideways and he was getting his tongue in there deep. Toru was struggling to reciprocate as planned. Then, one white paw moved to the back of the Akita's head, the other down to clench his butt. Toru seemed shell-shocked. He couldn't even reciprocate properly anymore.

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It was like receiving a mega-uppercut combo punch to the softest, gayest part of my ego. It was glorious and horrible all at the same time, the shame and pleasure of a secret fantasy hitting me all at once. But the impact made me feel personally ashamed, partly because I felt like I was being unfaithful to Daren, and partly because I felt like such a wuss for chickening out, but at that moment, as I felt pressure piling up in my groin, all I could think was...

Fuck, that could have been me!

"What the fuck Scott?! What the fuck are you doing?!" Sean yelled, as if he had just witnessed someone keying his car or setting his Varsity jacket on fire. His shout pulled me out of my slow-mo trance, and, for better or for worse, killed my developing boner. Still, all I could do was stare blankly at the two hot guys making out (even though it really was just Scott doing all the work). Besides me, Marty's eyes grew big with rapid blinks, as if he wasn't entirely sure what was going on. Aaron was totally unphased. A few other furs in the locker room came over to check out the commotion, their maws gaping wide open in shock at the sudden gayness. No chance of this staying under wraps...

Scott broke the kiss; Toru's muzzle was still gaping open and showed no signs of closing. I have no idea what was going on in the kid's head; he looked like a mannequin with an open mouth he was so stiff! I could practically see swirls in Toru's amber eyes he was so star-struck. What the heck man, why even go through with this if you're just going to react like that? Sean was glaring poisonous daggers at Scott, sharp teeth gritted, hackles raised and his feline claws drawn out. It was an extreme reaction, as if Scott had deeply betrayed him. Scott just turned and countered Sean's glare with a nasty grin. "You know Sean, as fucking stupid as it sounded, you were right, letting Katie play with my cuck-hole, must have totally turned me gay! The desire for dick is strong! Almost as strong as my new desire to listen to Lady Gaga and join the fashion industry!"

Sean slammed his locker viciously, the sound of metal-on-metal filling the locker room. Most everyone in the area jumped back, and the uninvolved students watching took the opportunity to move along to lunch and avoid the querulous aftermath. "You guys are being fucking disgusting!" Sean blasted, truly outraged.

Toru shrunk a bit at the intense comment, ears folded back and a second layer of panic now evident on the Dog's face. Sean's vitriol bounced entirely off Scott though, whose sadistic pleasure seemed to pile up higher and higher. "No turning back now! All aboard the rainbow train to Fagsville, we've got free mohitos and buttplugs Ladies and gents, WOO WOO!" Scott pretended to blow a train whistle before facing Toru again and... oh no.

Time for gay antics round 2: Electric Boogaloo!

Scott pushed Toru against the locker and starting grinding his pelvis up against the surprised, whimpering Dog's lower regions, all the while grinning at Sean's increasingly hateful face. Scott was grinding his crotch up with deep craning motions, his muscular chest and abs occasionally pressing up against Toru's and... wow, this was definitely not part of the original plan. Toru looked as though he was trying to protest, but only vague whining was escaping his muzzle while his eyes were vibrating wildly. At this point I wasn't even paying attention to what passersbys might have been getting a glimpse at this.

Dammit, that also could have been me! Fucking waste, Toru's not even into it!

I shook my head to break away from the thought. I was a bit more grinding grounded for this round though; It was hard to focus on sexah grind time with the elephant in the room (Wait, is that expression racist?); Sean's face was contorting horribly with disgust and betrayal, his eyes sharper than needles, making me feel really, really uncomfortable, like I accidentally was witnessing a malicious domestic dispute. "I can't believe what a fucking fag you're being, Scott! I'm fucking leaving. God, you think you know a person!" You could practically feel evil spirits of hatred radiating from the Tabby as he stomped out of the locker room. At this point I was more inclined to shake my head at Sean's spiteful exit rather than at Scott 'Grinding like it's 1999'. I mean, smeesh, that Cat really doesn't know how to take a joke. Given that Sean was a homophobe, I understood that he was mad, but this much? Did he look up to Scott in particular or something? Or was he really just _that_homophobic? ...Either way, fuck that guy. Still though, have to say I'm glad I wasn't directly involved with that intense anger, Jesus...

Scott stopped grinding up against Toru to cup his paws around his grey muzzle and shout out, "Good thing you don't think being gay is contagious or anything! Oh wait, yes you do! Gimme a call if you start getting a craving for Wieners, I'll let you have a taste of mine!"

All the while poor whimpering Toru was practically frozen in place up against the locker, as if his fluffed fur was stuck to the locker through static electricity. He looked as if he had just escaped from a warzone... I don't get it though, he had the trigger warning that things were going to get really gay, why did he react like that? Was there some other reason? ...Who knows.

There was a brief pause before Scott snorted. "Did you see how mad he was? Oh, that was priceless, hahaha!" Now hooting with laughter, Scott gave his thigh a comedic slap. His body was arching forward, and he even had to wipe a tear away from his cheek fur he was laughing so hard.

'Operation: Fake-gay Makeout' was many things to me, but funny was not one of them. I did my best to let out a few forced laughs, so as not to leave Scott hanging. Between our laughter, it was enough to shift the mood to something less intense after all of Sean's hateful comments. Marty seemed to finally get what this was about; his blank expression shifted to an amused smile, "Hehe, wow that was really funny, you guys!" He lightly clapped his hands together.

"I aam aambivalent toward these aactions," Aaron aaded in.

Toru finally hobbled forward from where he was pinned, ears red as a tomato. "ahbah... abahabhabah", he babbled incoherently, his knees wobbling as if he had just finished a triathlon.

After letting out a few more hearty chuckles, Scott slapped Toru on the back, "Haha, that was awesome, thanks for playing along Toru! ...Toru?" ...Scott accidentally knocked Toru on the ground with the force of his slap. Toru just lay there, face-down on the dirty locker room floor, horrified as if he had been forced to a watch a porno starring his own parents or something. "I think I broke Toru you guys," Scott joked with his paws comically up in the air. The Dog's reaction still seemed like a bit much, but the surprise grinding was a bit much. After all, it went a bit beyond plain old gay-bait teasing...

Actually, this wasn't something straight guys did, was it? This had to be abnormal, right? I mean, Scott hardly had any clothes on! And people are definitely going to talk about this! Did he not care? Was he just that comfortable with his heterosexuality, or could he actually have been enjoying it? What if... What if Scott was actually... Could he be...?

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*Red Alert Lockdown! Red Alert Lockdown! The 'Gay-crush' sector of Rob's Mind has been breached: all hatches and barrier walls will be drawn shut. This is not a drill, I repeat, not a drill! Rob's feeble heart cannot handle the possibility of Scott being bi, neither can his dick! Crush all budding hope before it grows! I repeat, this is not a drill!*

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Naaaaawwwww, that can't be it. Get yourself together Rob, you have Daren now (well, sort of), so don't bother getting your hopes up with Scott. He's straight! He's just being a tease, a huge fucking tease. He's just elevated gay-teasing into a fucking artform, he's so good at it. It's like he's a reoccurring villain in an RPG video game who randomly gets stronger as the game progresses. Except instead of fighting him you have to resist his sexual teasing, and instead of a video game it's my goddamn life. YUP, that's all it is.

...What if this isn't even his final form? What if he starts giving guys handjobs as a joke next?! Nope, can't even entertain that thought! Robbie Outsie!

"Mission: success, I guess? Uh... I'll see you guys at lunch..." I said vaguely, trying hide how terrified/aroused (terrousified?) I was at the whole ordeal.

Scott finger gunned me with a dumb wink, "Yeah dude, I'll catch up in a bit. I think I need to slap Toru awake or something..."

"And... put your clothes on too, right?"

Scott's eyebrows popped up, "Oh, yeah, that too!" he chuckled.

"Yup, see ya in a bit..." I said, trying my best to conceal just how shaken I was at Scott's awesome/terrible prank as I walked out of the locker aisle with measure steps, nerves tingling all over my body. "Oh, wait up, I'll come with!" Marty mentioned as he followed me out, because of course he did.

"I aam aacompanying you aas well," Aaron aaccented.

And that was pretty much it. All in all, 'Operation: Fake-gay Makeout' didn't turn out as bad as it could have, though I did feel bad for Toru. It was an intense experience though... First nearly getting caught fapping in the school bathroom, and now all this gay makeout hullaballoo could not be good for my heart. I felt very mixed about whether this was a good experience or not, but I at the very least, I did hilariously find myself thinking that: 'thank God I already fapped today'.