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Zayra woke to his alarm, eyes blinking open as she realized a heavy form on her back. His stiff morning wood pressed against her left butt cheek, and an arm thrown over her. Laid on his front against her, breathing against her ears and hair. With a yawn she stroked his forearm and smiled, I don't wanna get up...

He inhaled and groaned a bit, pressing his back harder against her, "Zayra turn it off..."

"I can't reach it," she giggled.

With another groan he wrapped around her tighter, "I don't wanna get up..." His face pressed into her shoulder, arms squeezing her middle.

The beeping continued for a short while and his bedroom door opened. His bed shifted as someone sat on the edge, the alarm stopping, and a soft paw touched Zayras face, then Zays. "Come on, up and at'em. I'm making an omelette this morning."

Zayra rolled a bit, "Are you gonna make bacon?"

Mary smiled gently, petting Zays arm, "I thought about it, I know your fathers going to want sausage."

Zays body shuddered, "Ugh, please don't make it in the same pan, it's so gross... It gets all over my meat candy and spoils it..."

Mary giggled and leaned over, kissing his head, "Then maybe you should come make the bacon how you like it."

Zayra squeaked as he hugged her tighter, an arm on her left breast. Her paws shoved at his arm, "Ow! Zay they're tender!"

He popped up and rolled away a bit, "Oh, sorry sis."

She sat up and rubbed on her face, a hand rubbing her sore boob as well. With a yawn she flopped back down and pulled on the sheets, huffing with her ears back.

"Aren't you two getting a little old to sleep together," Henry's voice asked from the door.

She glanced over and noticed him fixing his tie, standing in the wide open doorway. A flush of embarrassment ran through her, fear in her stomach. But his bed is more comfortable... Will they think we're dating? God Zay say something!

Zay leaned back on his elbows with a twisted frown, "Better than some random chick I snuck through my window."

Mary smacked his arm playfully, "You wouldn't dare."

He snickered and sat up, throwing his feet over the side of the bed and tossing the blankets back over her own head. "Dare what? Sneak a chick in? We both know that's impossible."

Zayra sat up and watched Zay stretch, shirtless with the elastic of his boxers sticking out the top of his sleep shorts. Quick to avert her eyes away from his toned frame and climb out of his bed, "I'm gonna take my shower." She abandoned his room, slipping past their father and into her own room where she gathered some school clothes.

"Mary they really shouldn't be sleeping together, they're almost sixteen," Henry whispered none too quietly as their parents trotted down the hall toward the kitchen.

"They're twins Henry, they slept in the same crib until they were three, and you know we always had an issue keeping them in separate beds once they figured out the doors," Mary replied with a clang as she sought out a skillet. "Zayra gets lonely at night, you really want her crawling into bed with us?"

There was a gruff as Zayra stepped from her room and to the bathroom. After her quick shower she pad past Zay who headed for his own shower, the savory scent of bacon in the air. At the table she cut into the cheesy eggs and stuffed her mouth, flicking an ear when Zay came down the steps after his shower.

In the car, Zayra was looking out the window at the morning skyline past the buildings. Chin resting in her hand as she stared blankly.

"Here," Zay said.

She looked over at him with her ears up, eyes dropping to his phone that he held out for her. "W-what do you want me to do?"

"Well you were looking through it yesterday, I figured you wanted to finish," he said, eyes not adverting off the road. "We agreed to date, and I'm not afraid of you looking through my phone. You just have to ask. Password four six seven ten. The pictures you're worried about are in the locked album under Pretty Girls and the password is eight four three six. It's all the pictures I've taken with girls, or guys, to hold over their head to make them do what I want. So... If you don't want to see em, don't open it." He turned a corner and stopped in a line of other cars on the highway.

Zayras ears lowered as the phone weighed in her hand, thumb gently pushing in his password. A lump formed in her throat as she scrolled through his albums, opening the window to enter the password. "And they're all old right? Like... None after Britney and them?"

"Nope, haven't done anything with anyone else since Britney and her friends," he had his arm up on his door, hand stroking at his chin.

He seems so relaxed... She took a breath and entered the code but didn't hit enter.

"Go ahead sis..."

She looked up, meeting his eyes and mild worried expression. Her thumb tapped the button and she looked down with her teeth on her lip. Holy shit... there's one hundred and thirty pictures in here! No wonder he has half a clue on sex! With a gulp she turned toward him a little, "Y-you've had sex with all of em?"

"No, some are just nudes they were dumb enough to send me when I asked. Or ones I took of them flirting with someone else. I think the newest one in there is Jason with Orea from Anthony's chemistry class. She's been giving Anthony a hard time so I've gotta shut her up."

She scrolled back up and clicked the first one. Sure enough it was a human girl with bottle dyed hair with her lips wrapped around an uncovered red cock. Wrong color, it's not Zays... God is that Jason?! Is everyone as hung as Zay?! Backing out of the album she sighed, "Th-thanks Zay... I needed to know... Gerald got to me."

His hand reached over and stroked her head and ears, "I know sis. It's only fair if I get to snoop around your phone, you get to check mine. Just ask for it, though I'm not exactly keen about giving it over while at school."

She smiled a little, "I'll keep that in mind." Her attention returned to his phone, checking other odd galleries. Finding more lewd selfies of himself, and some of ex girlfriends. She was about to give his phone back when she entered the password he'd given her and an album rejected it. With knit brows she tried again, "Zay?"

"Yeah," he turned into the school parking lot.

"This album isn't opening," she turned to him, expecting the password.

His ears were back, eyes ahead as he pulled into a spot. His paws firm on the wheel, lip moving a bit as if he was chewing on it. After a couple breaths he turned off the car and turned to her, ears back, "Do you trust me?"

Her head bobbed, "Yeah..."

Slowly his paws fell into his lap, fists on his legs as he looked down, "I don't want you to see what's in that one yet... Someday, but... I'm..." His ears darkened with a blush, eyes starting to glisten with tears, "I promise I'll show you, I just don't want you to see it yet. I don't think you're ready for it. ... Hell I don't know if I'm ready for it yet."

She looked back down at his phone, "But... it's no one you've had sex with recently? No one you're seeing behind me?"

"What? No," he faced her, "I mean..." His paws rose to his face, head leaning back with a soft groan. "Her name's Cassandra, but we're not dating, and I haven't had any contact with her in months. She's a friend, a really good friend, and one I wouldn't mind introducing to you... Just... not now." His paws fell back to his lap, turning to her, "Is... that okay?"

A really good friend... Well, everything so far has been fine... She backed out of his gallery with a sigh, "Okay... Someday though." She held the phone in both hands, looking at his basic home screen. "Britneys friends mentioned a rumor that you're dating. I thought we agreed to stay single..."

"Too many girls kept bugging me, sending me nudes and pics... They wouldn't have stopped until I said I was taken." He reached over and touched his messenger app, "There's a few girls in there who have been pushing it, spend enough time scrolling and you'll find like ten... They were adamant and I was getting tired of it. Sorry, I should have told you earlier."

She clicked a nameless number, scrolling up through the messages and confirming his story. A sigh left her chest, hand unbuckling her as she leaned over the center console and kissed his lips, "I forgive you."

His tongue licked at his lips and nose, "Yah know if we weren't twins, that'd have been questionable."

"But we are twins," she tilted her head with a tiny smile, "Even you said, half the stuff we do in public we can just pull the twin excuse."

"Yeah, but don't make those kisses too steamy in public. I don't think we can twin our way out of tongue swapping," he chuckled, opening his door. "Come on, don't wanna be late."

Zay stood in the hall just before social studies, leaning against a locker across the hall from a ceramics room. The smell of clay was even in the hallway, powder worn into the carpet outside the doors. Girl better show up soon... At this rate I'll be late for class... His ear twisted as he heard his name.

"Oh my gosh, Zays at your locker," a girl urgently whispered.

He noticed three girls approaching, Orea with a poodle girl, and another human. A smile crossed his whiskers as he stood from her locker, hands in his pockets. Playing a little awkward and shy as he rocked on his heels. Eyeing the bottle redhead with brown eyes, skinny jeans with slits cut into the legs. His eyes locked on her low cut shirt, black bra peeking out the shade greyer shirt.

She giggled a bit as she stepped over, "Hey Zay, haven't seen you in the art hall before."

"Heh," he turned away a bit, shoulders up, "Usually I'm not, didn't bother with any creative classes this year. But uh..." His eyes turned to meet hers, "I was wondering if you had a minute to talk?" With a glance at her friends he added, "Alone?"

A giant smile bloomed on her face, turning on a heel, "I'll meet you guys in class."

Her poodle friend snickered and wove a hand, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

As her friends turned and walked down the hall into the small crowd, she turned back and breathed a laugh, "S-so what did you wanna talk about?"

He took a step back and gestured to her locker, "Nothing too specific. Call it a... curious request."

She opened her locker, picking up a chemistry book and hugging it to her chest. Shutting her locker gently with a beaming smile, "Request?"

His hands rested on either side of her, blocking her path. Standing close as he hovered over the shorter human, "It's simple, I promise."

A reddish blush crossed over her nose and lightly freckled cheeks, eyes up on his with a glimmer of fear and excitement. The heavy scent of arousal wafed off her body mixed with a fading cheap perfume.

He lowered his nose by her cheek, purring playfully, "I've heard you're pretty good with that mouth of yours." His right hand dropped and dug in his pocket, pulling out his phone and unlocking it. Already his gallery was open, and he tilted the phone toward her, "I was wondering if you'd keep it shut for me."

Her eyes wandered down and the blush darkened, excitement and arousal drowned in fear, "W-where did you get that?!"

"Shhh hun, you'll attract attention," he glanced over at a teacher that was watching them from a few doors down. "You've been running that mouth of yours about Anthony... I get he's a nerd, and dresses the part, but... Unless you want this to start floating around... I suggest you keep that pretty mouth shut."

Tears started to form in her eyes, hands on her book, "Y-you're friends with that little dweeb?"

He straightened, sliding his left hand over her cheek to hold her jaw, smirking down at her. "Does it matter? He just wants you to quit teasing him, that's not so hard is it?" He dropped his hand, pushing his phone back in his pocket, "Anyway, I've gotta get to class, be a good girl." His tail flicked as he turned, starting down the hall of fewer people.

He didn't make it far before he heard her yell, "You're an asshole Zay!"

With a smile he turned, looking at her trembling fists and teary face, "You should watch your language, you're in a school." Then he put his arms up, hands behind his neck as he continued walking, "Don't be late for chemistry Orea."

On down the hall and up a flight of stairs he slid into his seat in social studies beside Zayra, just before the final bell rang. Curling his tail with hers with a smile.

"Where did you go," she asked quietly during attendance.

"Had to deal with Orea, after school I'm gonna talk to Anthony personally. He's a sensitive guy, and isn't usually targeted so bad because he's a teachers pet."

"What did Orea do?"

"Aside from calling him names, nearly depantsing him in the middle of class, and having a habit of making fun of the way he eats?"

She rose her brows, "She tried to depants him?"

"He wears those goofy suspenders for a reason, he doesn't have enough butt to keep his pants up." He pulled out a notebook and sighed a bit, "Really wishing we get to go camping this year, I'm ready for the beach."

"We go camping every year, why would that change this year?"

"Dad," he said with a pout, "You know how much he hates camping. Now that we're older he might make an excuse that we're too old for it."

Her ears flipped back, "He wouldn't dare... Mom would just take us to uncle Xanders to camp wouldn't she?"

"Maybe," he looked up as the teacher started writing on the board.

After class Zay stood and shouldered his bag, tail curling with Zayras as they started out the door padding down the hall toward the door where buses waited outside. Sure enough Anthony, with his bow tie a little lopsided and old leather backpack on his back, trotted down from the second floor.

The giant anteater folded his claws together, "Hey Zay."

He smiled and let go fo Zayras hand, fixing the nerds bow tie, "So how was chemistry?"

"Quiet, and easy," he replied, ears flicking back as his nose and lips scrunched. His feet turned inward and he held still.

Zay released the tie with a soft smile, "Good, if you start having issues again make sure I know about it." His eyes trailed down, noticing the anteaters zipper undone. With a breath he stepped closer, stooping over just a bit to lean in close. His left gripped the cloth of the dress pants and his right yanked up the zipper, "I swear Anthony, you do that on purpose, just because you know I'd handle it."

He snickered shyly and his right foot squashed at the ground, "Maybe. You are always looking out for me."

Zay took a step back and put his hands on his hips, "So, don't' be late for the bus. Oh and... Take your inhaler, I can hear you wheezing already and you're not even out in that pollen yet."

Anthony smiled, "You're the best Zay. Talk to you later." He turned and started away.

"Later Anthony," Zay replied, watching the brown and gold anteater walk out the door and down across the courtyard. Watching him closely, Take your inhaler damn it... With a sigh he saw him lift an inhaler to his mouth. "Alright sis, ready to head home? I'm starving."

She rose a brow, "You have practice today... It's tuesday remember?"

"Yeah and? I still got time to take you home," he turned to her and took her hand, starting for the main doors. "Unless you'd be happier sat in the bleachers watching me practice?" His ears perked a bit, Honestly that sounds like a great idea... I'd save on gas and I could have her watching me practice! None of my girlfriends have stayed for practice... Granted they're not really allowed to... but! Zayras my sister! I could totally use the sibling card for this!

"Well... I dunno, I guess I could go home."

He turned rather abruptly, grinning with a wiggle of his tail, "No, you should stay and watch me practice. Please?"

Her head tilted, lips in a soft confused frown, "Zay if you don't wanna take me home, I don't have much of an option but to stay. ... I wouldn't mind staying... Might be able to get some homework done, and I can get started earlier since we won't be on the road."

He let out a sigh, putting an arm around her, "Perfect! I save on gas and you get to watch me practice." He squeezed her close as they started into the locker rooms by the auxiliary gym, a few of his teammates already there waiting for Mr Krizler to come and unlock the door for them.

Noah rose a hand, "Hey Zay, you're early. Not going home first?"

"Nah not feeling it today, and I could use the extra practice," he laughed a bit. Arm falling to put his hand on her ribs and pull her tight to his side, "Hope you boys don't mind if she watches. She'll probably have her nose in a book anyway."

She flicked her ears a bit and grabbed the straps of her bag. Body tense as he presented her to not only his friends, but his team mates. Gently she rose a paw and waved back, "Hi..."

Noah smiled brightly, "Can't remember the last time you brought a girl to the field. Beside that trio under the bleachers. I swear those girls have no life."

Michael perked his floppy ears and turned up from the bench, "Girls under the bleachers? You mean Feara Collens and her little awkward fan club?"

"Yeah, Zays fangirls," Noah snickered.

Zay leaned on Zayra, "Last I saw Katy had eyes on Walter."

Noah laughed, "Poor thing, she ain't Walters type."

"You would know," Michael asked, leaning forward toward the human.

"Well yeah, I dated his sister, Walter likes the super nerdy awkward girls. Like... Braces, slurring, glasses, and pocket protectors... With big tits."

Zayra tilted an ear and glanced at Zay, "I've never even seen anyone like that in school..."

Zay patted her head, "Thats because girls like that are stereotypical nerds in porn vids."

Her right brow rose high, "You would know?"

"What me? No... I'm totally innocent and pure, I don't watch weird... Satanic videos that go against my religion..." He splayed his ears looking away with his nose in the air.

Silence fell in the small hallway, followed by a sharp thwack and Zay flinching, "Ow!"

"Yer about as religious as Jesus was a satanist," their boar coach stated as he clopped past. "Get dressed boys. Next game is Friday, and your up against The Pine Hill Sabers. Less you wanna ruin your winning streak I suggest you get on that field pronto and practice."

Zay turned to her and kissed her forehead, "Love you sis, go sit up on the bleachers and get comfortable. Soon as we're dressed out we'll be out there.

Thursday at lunch Zayra laid her head down on the table, having already eaten her lunch. The table bustled with Zays friends, girls from one of his classes if she had heard correctly. However, she didn't pay them much mind, her stomach twisted and churned despite it being full. The minor urge to just throw up hovered in the back of her throat.

Zay was also finished, idly listening to the girls talk while he held Zayras hand. Thumb brushing over her knuckles while his other hand wove while he talked.

His words drifted past her, her mind idle and foggy. Something's wrong... Something's going to happen. This is worse than when we found a snake in Zays locker... I wanna throw up... Something bad is going to happen. Her hand left his , gripping her stomach as she squeezed her eyes closed.

His warm paw stroked her shoulder and back, "Sis? You alright?"

With a breath she turned to him, sitting up, "No... My stomach hurts." Tears burned her eyes, spilling over down her cheeks as she tried to blink them away.

He leaned toward her and rubbed his face against hers, tongue licking at the wet streaks, "It's okay sis, lets get you to the nurse then." Standing he took her hand again, grabbing their backpacks as he lead her away from the cafeteria into the hall.

She leaned on him, sniffling a bit as she wiped her eyes, "I'm scared Zay..."

"Scared? About what," he questioned lightly.

"I don't know, like something bad is going to happen..." She flattened her ears as he stroked over them.

"You and your sixth sense for danger. Just be more careful around school today. I'm sure everything is fine. I'll text mom and dad to check on them and make sure they're okay." He pushed open the nurses office door and sat her on one of the beds. "Lay down."

She obeyed, curling into a ball with her hands on her stomach, "Zay... Please be careful today. Last time it wasn't about me, it was you..."

He sat on the bed by her side, leaning over to kiss her temple, "Relax sis, maybe dads... whatever it was for breakfast, upset your stomach. Or maybe you're constipated," he chuckled.

She swatted his arm, "Jerk."

"Oh come on sis, I'm sure it's nothing too much. It's Thursday, and next week is all review, anyone with half a brain will focus on review to be ready for finals. No one wants to be that kid and get left behind."

She sighed heavily, "If you say so... Just... Try to be careful? You know I worry..." Her ears darkened with a blush as he leaned over and kissed her whiskers.

"I will sis," he stated. An ear lifting as the bell rang, "I've gotta get to class, you be good. Love you sis."

"Love you too Zay," She stated gently as she cuddled herself.

Zay tapped his chewed on pencil on his lips, eyes down on the test that lay before him. Tail curled with Zayras, who still clutched her stomach. Might be her period... That should be starting soon. Dunno why she'd be worried about it, she always carries extra pads in her bag. If she was worried about starting she'd just put one on...

He scribbled on the paper before him, ear twisting as a pencil led snapped behind him, then turned back forward. I know she's one to worry about little things, but I've seen her like this before... She's got a sixth sense for danger... But hers is more drawn out. I sense danger when its imminent, she senses it before stepping into the danger...

Writing another answer he rose his pencil to his lips again, musing silently. What could it be? Moms fine, Dads fine... Haven't heard of anyone in the family being sick...

Zayra put her pencil down and stood, picking up her paper to turn it in. Returning she laid her head down, arms around her stomach. Red eyes a little irritated from tears, tiredly blinking.

I'll be more careful driving home... Until it goes away at least... He sighed, reaching over with his left to grasp her hand, thumb brushing over her knuckles. A smile crossed his lips as she did the same.

Once home safe and sound he ran water in the kitchen sink. The piled dishes on the counter bore an unpleasant rotten smell, though only if one sniffed them. Wearing elbow high flowery gloves he dumped in plastic containers, using a pom pom like net ball to gently scrub dried food off.

His phone sat by the stove playing some rock music a little loudly. With a flick of an ear he could hear Zayra in the shower, her own music playing that was more popish. Despite his irritation with dishes, he swayed his tail to the beat.

After her shower Zayra padded down and opened the fridge. "Nothing from mom about dinner yet... I'm hungry"

"There's some pickles in there if yah want a snack," he chuckled. Not needing to see her disgusted face in the fridge. "Probably fend for yourself," he stated, grabbing a handful of silverware.

While she rummaged he heard his phone go off, music interrupted. She reached up and swiped his screen, "Hey mom."

His ear flicked, listening to his mother on the phone. "We're going to go out to eat and do a little shopping before we come home. Your father tore his pants at work today, and I'm running out of junk shirts. Do you kids need anything?"

"No, I think we're fine, just hunting for dinner..."

"Don't forget there's pizza in the freezer. We should be home before nine, but you know how your father is about his pants... I swear he takes longer to decide than I do when it comes to dressy clothes."

Zayra leaned on the fridge door, "Yeah... We need milk, there's only half a gallon. And can we have some apple juice?"

"Yes dear, I'll put it on the list, you two just don't let the house burn down before we get home," Mary said, then hung up.

Zayra set his phone back down on the counter, "Nothing sounds good... But I'm hungry."

With a chuckle the silverware clattered into the other sink, "How about some cereal? Or you could fire up the oven and make some fried chicken."

She mused quietly, "Maybe cereal..."

He reached back into the water, grasping at more silverware, "So what do you wanna do while home alone this evening?"

She stuck her tongue out, setting the milk on the table, "I dunno, watch TV? Could watch a movie..." She climbed up on the counter to grab the cereal.

"Hows your stomach," he asked gently.

"Still bothering me, it's even got a little worse... Probably why I'm not all that hungry..." Her cereal rang into her bowl. "I wonder if it's mom and dad... Maybe they'll wreck or something... I wish they'd come home...."

"They'll be fine sis," he stated calmly. "Moms got good instincts and it's a drive they've made hundreds of times. Mom knows how dangerous the roads are, she always drives as safely as possible." He picked up a large pan and started scrubbing it.

Once he finished he drained the sink, scrubbing a few remaining silverware before taking off the girly gloves. As he did he noticed the fur of his fingers were wet, "Well shit..."

"What," Zayra looked up from her bowl.

"Holes in the gloves... again..." He ran water in one of the gloves and held it up, water trickling out of the palm. "Must've cut it doing silverware again. I always do... why I hate dishes..." He tossed the gloves by the sink and dried his hands before picking up his phone. Typing with his thumbs as he spoke, "Need new gloves... These ones have holes in them."

"Least it's only your hands and fingers, without em it goes all the way up your arms," Zayra commented lightly.

"Yeah... Then I start scratching my fur off," he walked up the steps and into the bathroom. Rummaging around for a moment before he found a small bottle of cream. God this stuff smells awful... Also means until it clears up I can't jerk off. Or finger Zayra... That would be bad, she'd never let me stick my paw in her panties again. Popping open the lid he smeared the off white cream on his palm, then rubbed it in. Careful to get it around the edges of his paw pad.

"Do you wanna watch a movie Zay," Zayra called from the kitchen.

"Sure, how about in the living room?"

"Anything sound good?"

His red eyes were on his paws, whiskers twitching as he stared at his dark damp fur, and bright blue paw pad. "Not really, why don't you pick." He flicked off the light, stepping into his room to change into his sleep shorts, tossing his shirt in his hamper. "Yo Zee make some popcorn too."

"Okay," she called back. "Do you want me to turn on the oven for pizza or anything?"

"Sure," he replied, plugging in his phone on his nightstand.

Back downstairs he plopped on the couch by Zayra, purring as she leaned against his arm. Cheek on her head as they tuned out everything to focus on the B-rated horror movie. Zay however dozed in and out of it, inhaling her sweet scent and comforted by her soft body.

About half way through the movie he heard a soft ring, ear flicking back. It was dark out, moon clouded over. He gently got up, "Think my phones going off."

"So late? Maybe it's mom..."

He trotted up the steps, "It's probably Jason." Yawning it stepped into his room, plopping on his bed as he picked up his phone. Ears shooting up at the six messages.

"<Could you come get me? Some guys followed me to the gas station on fifth street and I'm afraid to walk home. Please Zay I'm so scared!>"

Tossing his phone on his bed he yanked his shirt from the hamper over his head, then threw his shorts off, dancing into his jeans. "Zayra, I gotta leave real quick."

"Is something wrong?"

"Verris got some creeps following her, I'm gonna take her home," he buckled his belt and grabbed his wallet and keys, sweeping up his phone. Down the steps he went, "I'll be back as soon as I can, I'm just going to the gas station in town."

She stood and started to round the couch, "Wait a minute, you shouldn't go alone, what if something bad happens?!"

"I'll be fine, it's a public area, if they give me any trouble someone will call the police. I'm just going to take Verri home and I'll be right back." He stepped out onto the porch, looking back at her as she stood in the doorway. "I'll call you once I've got Verri."

"I'll go with!"

"No," he stepped down to the first step, "If shit gets ugly I don't wanna have to try and defend both of you. Stay here and finish your movie."

"But-"

"Stay Zayra, I'll be fine," he turned and hurried down the steps to his car. Tires squealing as he backed out of the drive and down the street. I just hope she's okay... Can't imagine anyone would start stalking her... Then again she is pretty... Maybe some creeps from school? No... maybe older, anyone from school would be stupid to go after her, she'd recognize them. He pulled out his phone while sitting at a stop light.

"<Zay? Please answer, I'm so scared, they won't leave!>"

"<I'm on my way, stay inside, I'll pick you up.>"

"<What if they come inside!?>"

He pressed on the gas, "<You're safer inside where someone else is likely to call the police if they get physical and protect you. I'll be there in like two minutes.>" He tossed his phone into the small center console and took a deep breath. Please be okay...

At the gas station he pulled into a parking spot out front, leaving it running as he stepped out and into the building. Ears up and eyes looking around, I don't hear her... She should have been near the windows... He trotted down a few isles, ears flicking as he searched. She'd have seen me by now... Something's wrong...

Back outside he turned around a corner, heart racing with adrenaline as a level of fear filled him. Zayras probably a mess at home... Verri where are you... Stepping around the side of the building the light started to fade, the shadow cast across the back of the building into the nearby woods of a park.

He could smell something, but the putrid scent of the dumpster made it difficult to tell exactly what it was. Damn... Forgot my phone in the car... Check back here then see if she's messaged me again. As he rounded the dumpster, ears up he found it hard to hear anything aside from the rush of cars on the other side of the building and constant hum of the air conditioner on top.

Searching be stepped around a dumpster, eyes out across the open space toward the woods, looking for movement. Suddenly a shot of fear raced up his spine, tail puffing as a rock slammed into the pit of his stomach. Oh shit... As he spun on his heel he was thrown down by a boar, toppling over to the ground with a snarl.

Zay threw a knee up into the hogs groin, dislodging a hand and connecting a fist to his face. A cold tremble running over his hide with a hot vibration rattling through his body. Before he could find his feet two more figures lunged at him, pressing him to the ground.

"Pin his hands," a rather familiar voice ordered.

He thrashed, "Get off me!" With alittle wrestling he was slammed into the back of the gas station, a husky wolf boy holding his left, and the boar switched with the guy on his right. With his ears back he growled, "Can't even play fair can you Gerald."

The coyote sneered, "Don't act like you do Zay. We both know you play even dirtier." He rose a hand, knuckles colliding with the foxes cheek. "Tired of waiting for that bitch Kathy to figure out some stupid plan."

He grit his teeth, turning with them bared, "So you are just another pawn... Always knew you didn't have any balls." He yelped as he took another strike to the mouth, already sore from the first. He's not holding back.... Pretty good hits though... He means business. Shaking his head he pulled at his arms, "Couldn't even come fight me one on one? Whos yer buddies, some back up to stroke your ego?" He rose a knee with a cough as one of Geralds fists hit his gut.

"I know better than to fight you on my own. I'm not that stupid," he growled, hand shoving Zays head back against the wall.

"Really? I thought you were," he chuckled a bit. He kicked his foot out, nailing him between his legs with his shin.

Gerald stumbled back, hands on his groin, "You won't be talkin so big when I'm done with you!"

He yanked on his right, pulling the boar closer, heads colliding before his now free arm crossed, turning and decking the husky. "There aren't any teachers to save you this time Gerald."

The coyote growled in return, "Good, let's settle this then asshole."

His ears flicked, back to the wall as the two others stood up. Fists balled as he rose them to ready himself. Okay... Boars the tank, but he's big so he'll be slower. Take out husky boy first, then boar... Might have to knock back Gerald... I gotta get more room... His eyes darted around, jerking forward as the husky lunged, ducking under his arm. Claws gripping the boys shirt as he spun, throwing him into the dumpster.

The boar charged, fist high as he did.

He threw up an arm to shield himself a bit, his own right hand throwing out a hit on the rough hide. Stumbling back against the wall out of the way. Eyes flashing toward Gerald who advanced, "You fight like a bunch of girls."

"Big talk coming from the one outnumbered," lunging he swung right, left, and right again.

Zay blocked, surging forward to tackle the boy to the ground, sitting on his thighs, "You think I got where I am because I had back up?!" His claws wound into Geralds shirt, rolling left to doge the husky, sticking a foot out to trip him just so he landed on Gerald.

Sitting up Zay swiped at the boar who went after his tail, "You two on the other hand can just fuck off." Finding his feet he blocked a few punches from the husky, pushing his fists aside and took a couple steps back before throwing a hit in. Ducking out of the way of the boar, landing a few blows into his hard gut before backing off, turning to throw an elbow into Geralds face.

Gerald cried as he hit the ground, "Damn it Zay!"

His chest ached, heart racing while his lungs worked. "Get up Gerald... You wanted to finish this, get up! I'm right here!"

The coyote growled, spitting a little on the ground. His brown eyes wild and angry as he snarled, claws scraping the concrete as he whirled around and rushed him. Teeth bared open.

Zay danced to the side, throwing a leg over and shoving him to the ground by his neck. Ears flicking back as he heard the other two let out battle cries as they advanced. He stumbled off Gerald, snarling in return as he grabbed the husky mutt and threw him into the boar, "I said you two can fuck off!"

Dragging the mutt he slammed his head into the dumpster, then picked him up by his belt and threw him in it. "Now stay there." He side stepped to doge Gerald, landing a blow to his face to knock the coyote back down. Eyes up on the boar as he lowered his head to charge, but slammed a fist into the pigs flat snout so he squealed.

The husky lunged out of the dumpster, tackling him to the ground with flashing teeth, draggin Zay into a headlock.

With the mutt on his back he stumbled aside, landing on top of the husky with a hand on his arm. His throat clenched he threw his head back, but yelped as a hoofed foot kicked him in the side. Rolling he took another to the gut from Gerald. With his teeth grit he pulled up his feet, wrapping his legs around Geralds to trip him. Then rolled, coiling up with a twist of his head to wiggle free of the huskys grasp, feet on his gut as he slid across the ground. Sitting up he grabbed the boars tusks and tilted to throw the tank to the ground.

There wasn't time to cry about the pain in his body, he found his feet, going right for the husky who was just as quick to get up. Fists flying as the two boys dished and took blows. Zay finally landing a hard blow and the husky hit the ground with force. Turning at the boar and Gerald who seethed in anger.

The boar charged first, but Zay ducked around him, shouldering him off balance so he rammed into a dumpster. Gerald aimed low, catching Zay around the waist and throwing him back into the wall. Opening himself up as Zay grabbed at his shirt and pushed, knee up into his gut a few times before his right grabbed Geralds ear and pulled.

Crying aloud he turned free, the sensitive flesh released before his scruff was grabbed and thrown headlong into the side of another dumpster.

The boar, having recovered, stared him down, nose bleeding even in the poor light. Fists up as he advanced more slowly. The two rounding each other until Zay charged, throwing an arm down as he ducked under a blow, folding the boar over with his fist to his abdomen. Growling he stood and shoved the boar forward to the concrete.

Gerald was still picking himself up, the husky on the other hand had barely moved, hands trembling.

Zay could feel the aches of his body try and come forth in his mind, a hand on his side where he'd been kicked. Not yet... They're not done yet. His hands felt stiff and warm, a stinging burn along his knuckles. With a shake of his head the thoughts were pushed aside, eyes up on the boar as he found his feet.

"Whats wrong fox, you don't look so good," he sneered.

"Better lookin than you," he responded with half a smile. The metallic taste of blood on his tongue. He lunged, whirling with a leg raised and slammed his foot into the boars side.

The kid grabbed his leg, grinning.

Zay completed the roll, pushing himself up off the ground completely. His right foot kicking him right in the head, sending both down to the ground where Zay caught himself with his paws. Groaning he pushed himself up, slowly finding his feet as he looked over to Gerald. Ears lifting at the coyotes expression.

He was crying, not just a little bit, but sobbing. His cheeks soaked, eyes bloodshot from tears, nose even running, but he was growling. "We're not finished Zay..."

Zay rose a hand and wiped his mouth of blood, "Didn't think we were... But I think your friends are." He grit his teeth as he straightened, fists up and ready. "Answer me this... Why listen to Kathy to start with?"

Gerald charged, "Shut up!" His swings were quick, but sloppy. Zay ducking down around his arm, grabbing him in a head lock. He struggled, and growled, "Let go of me!"

"What did I do to make you so pissed off at me," Zay asked. "I didn't even know you until you started cozying up to my sister. Why did you start talking to Kathy?"

"I ain't tellin you shit! Let go and fight me damn it!"

Zay squeezed harder, "Answer me Gerald. Why did you start talking to Kathy? Why start dating my sister to get at me?! We could have handled this any other time, why listen to Kathy?!"

The coyote pushed back, slamming Zay into the wall, "Get off me!"

"Answer the fucking question Gerald, what did I do!?"

"You broke up with Kathy!"

"Why do you care who I break up with," Zay demanded, left arm around his gut to trap his arms.

He sniffled, coughing as his air was cut off, "Because of you my girlfriend dumped me! She dumped me to date an asshole like you! We were two days from our one year anniversary and she ditched me for you!"

There was a soft pang in his chest, ears back as he continued to hold Gerald, feeling him weaken before finally letting go.

He stumbled forward and fell to the ground, sniffling between coughs.

Zay leaned back against the wall with a sigh, "All this over a girl... God we guys are almost as dramatic as girls..." With a hand on his side he approached Gerald, gently pushing him over to his back and patting at his pockets. "So, Kathy found out and convinced you getting back at me would help you win your girl back?"

Gerald weakly rose a hand, coughing before roughly swallowing, "She's Kathy's cousin... But they don't get along... I asked Kathy for help to get her back..."

Zay pulled out a touchscreen phone in a pink case, swiping the screen up, then dug in again. "Whats her name..."

"Debra..." He raggedly snorted in with a jerk.

"Last name?"

"Martin..." His hands trembled at his sides, eyes up on the cloudy sky.

He pulled out a small flip phone, crouched beside him as he clicked through it. "Debra Martian... Never heard of her, but I bet my nerd boy could find her for me." He clicked Jackson letting it ring.

"What are you doing," Gerald asked weakly.

"Calling you a ride, you boys aren't in any shape to walk home, and I sure as hell ain't taking you." He set it on speaker phone and heard it click as it picked up.

"Ger what are you doin callin me this late at night?"

"Sorry for the wake up call, but you should come pick Gerald up. Behind the gas station on fifth street. Him and his friends ain't in any shape to be walkin."

"Who is this," Jackson demanded.

"A concerned citizen... they'll be fine, but they might need an ice pack." He flipped the phone closed and laid it in Geralds hand, "He'll probably call back, make sure you answer. If you start having any lasting pain or serious pain, I'd suggest a doctor. I tried to avoid bad spots on you guys but yah didn't make it easy."

"W-why," he whimpered.

"Why what? Why did I go easy on you, or why did I call your brother?"

"Why are you even being nice to me... After everything I've done..."

Zay looked down at him, "I'm bad... but I'm not evil." He flicked his tail as he turned away, holding his side as he stepped back into the light. Stumbling a bit over to his car that was still running. As he stepped around a man paused to look at him.

The big grey muzzled wolf looked like a trucker, "Hey kid you alright? You look like you need a doctor."

He opened the car door with a breath, "I'm fine, just a few scrapes." With a wince he sat and shut the door. Backing out of the gas station before turning back homeward. During the drive the aches and pains enveloped his body, bruises along his face and sides.

His lip was busted, dripping blood down his chin. His knuckles cracked open and bleeding quite a bit over his hands, soaking into the fur. The whole way home his body was settling, the pain growing, but becoming cold. I need to get home... I'm so tired... He heard his phone go off, reaching over and swiping. "Hey mom..."

"Where are you? Zayras worried sick about you and she said you haven't answered her calls."

"Sorry... I'm just around the corner from the house," he replied.

"What happened, it sounds like you're talking with a lisp..."

He sighed heavily, ears back, "It's nothing..." His hand spun the wheel, teeth grit as his side throbbed. "I'm about to pull into the drive, gotta go mom." He hung up, laying his phone by Verris as he parked. Slowly he regathered the phones and started up the steps. He didn't make it too far before he looked up.

Zayra threw open the door and ran to him, "What happened?! You said you were going after Verri!" She reached for him but hesitated, eyes spasticity looking over him.

He reached up and took her paw as it trembled, "I'm fine sis... Nothing's broken." He stumbled a bit as a muscle in his leg cramped, "Ow..." He leaned on her a bit as she walked toward the house, though the living room.

She pushed out a chair so it faced the open floor an sat him down, "Oh god Zay..." Her panic was in full bloom, eyes wide, hands shaking as she seemed to rush away toward the bathroom.

He let out a heavy breath, elbows on his knees as he slumped. His eyes dropped as he noticed blood dripping onto the floor from his busted knuckles. The red splattering into a small puddle on the off yellow linoleum floor. His ear flicked, hearing her rummaging around in the bathroom, then into the spare bedroom across from their parents bedroom.

Typical Zayra... She's not even sure what to do, but she'll do anything to help... With his eyes down his small smile faded and the floor blurred. Tears dripping down his cheeks as he let out a ragged breath. Not that she's clueless... She's the family nurse... Bandaging boo boos and applying ice to bumps... I know it's said mothers kisses make it all better, but it was always better when Zayra told me off for being stupid... She was always right.

A bunch of seven year olds playing soccer in the street with only frisbees and other balls to mark the goals. Zay kicking the ball around, weaving between his playmates and throwing it through the goal. His small fists in the air with a cheer, "Goal!" He wore a basic red shirt with a pair of cut off jean shorts.

The boys gathered around, there were only eight of them in total, two goalies and the rest on the field, three per team. Zay stepped back, ear flicking as he heard Zayra speaking from the front of the house.

"Mooom I'm hungry," she whined loudly.

"In a bit honey, daddys finishing hot dogs and bratwursts," Mary said from the small rocking chair as she read her magazine with a glass of tea at her side. "Why don't you go play for a little Zayra."

"Zay look out!"

His eyes shifted up and he took the ball to his head, falling back on his butt, "Oof!"

"Are you okay Zay," they asked.

He got up and dusted himself off, "I'm okay." He kicked the ball back to the goalie, a human boy from a few houses down. "Throw it again, I wasn't paying attention."

The boy picked up the ball and threw it, the rest of the boys running along to try and snag it out of the sky.

Zay wove between them and stole the ball. He laughed as he started kicking it the other way, but then it happened. His foot landed on the ball funny and it send him toward the ground, with a scream he hit the pavement and sat up, sniffling before letting out a long cry.

The other boys covered their ears as he screamed in pain, "Uh oh... Mrs Reynolds!"

Mary scooped him up off his knees, brushing him off, "Lemme see." Her large delicate paws brushed a few rocks away, "They aren't that bad, lets get you inside and clean you up."

He limped a bit and coughed, putting his arms in the air, "Mommaaa!"

Mary picked him up, cuddling him close as she carried him on her hip, "Hush, not so close to mommys ears. You boys keep playing, he'll be back out in a bit."

Zay sobbed into her neck as he was taken into the house, looking down at Zayra who followed closely. He rubbed his eyes and was sat in a chair in the kitchen.

Zayra was wearing a pink shirt with jean shorts, her little earring studs were baby blue flowers, "Momma..."

Mary pat her head, "Not now honey, I've gotta clean up your brother."

She watched Mary walk up the steps toward the bathroom, then looked down at Zays bleeding knees. She walked over to the sink and ran some cool water on a clean rag, then returned to him and held it on one of his knees.

He hissed through his teeth, forcing his waterworks back to try and act more like a big brother. "Ow..."

Her small paws were gentle, wiping away the dirt and blood on both knees. Sitting on the floor she looked back as Mary came down the steps, holding the rag to Zays knee. She reached her paw up, "Peroxide."

With a smile the vixen handed the bottle over to her daughter and supervised for a moment. Zayra placed the rag under Zays leg, dumping some peroxide out onto his knee. While it bubbled and fizzed she turned and did the other one. Her ears lifting as Mary stroked her head, "I'll leave you to it ZeeZee."

Zayra took the bandaids and triple antibiotic cream, setting them on the floor. Using a clean edge of the rag she wiped the wounds again, then picked up the cream and applied it with her finger. "Does that feel better?"

"Yeah," he sniffed.

She picked up one of the bandaids and opened it, peeling the paper off and using her fingers to lift some of his fur and stick it on. Picking up the other one she scooted closer, doing the same. As she pressed on the sticky sides he squeaked.

"Ow ow ow! Zayra it hurts!"

She didn't look up at him, "You'll be fine Zay, next time play soccer in the grass." Her eyes rose to his, "Unless you want scrapes again..."

His head shook, "Nono no, I get the point..." He stepped down as she stood, being almost the same height he smiled at her, leaning forward to peck her on the cheek. "Love ya sis, yer the best!"

She smiled back, giving an almost toothless grin from the three front teeth she had missing.

Zays head jerked as he heard Zayras voice. Looking up from the blood on the floor as she rounded him.

"I found some wraps in the spare bedroom where mom kept it..." She looked down at the blood on the ground and her fur stood on end. With a shaky breath she stepped over to the sink and wet a clean rag. She then began to wipe away blood from his hands, trembling as she did her best.

His ears tipped back, right hand falling onto hers as she worked at his left hand. The movement making her gasp and look up at him.

Her cherry red eyes glistening with tears, whiskers twitching with her purple nose that flared with every sniffle. Her lips trembled, trying to stay strong as she bit her lip.

Zay leaned toward her, right hand stroking along her face. His thumb traced her lips, then over her whiskers as he pressed their lips together. Letting out a breath the room fell away and the pain seemed to numb, even the sharp pangs of his busted lip against her silky fur faded. His skin crawled with cotton as she rose her hands from his to run up his arms to his biceps.

After a couple moments she pulled away, sniffling as she looked up at him again.

He smiled and pet her cheek, "I love you sis."

A small smile cracked on her lips, tears pouring from her eyes as she tried to wipe them with her already wet paws. "I love you too Zay." Her paws didn't tremble as much as she returned to washing his hands, using a little peroxide to clean them. Laying squares of gauze over his knuckles and wrapped them. "There..." she stated, ears laying back.

He picked up her rag and dropped it on the floor over the puddle of drying blood. "Thanks sis... Mom probably would have flipped out and dragged me to the hospital or something."

She wiped up the blood and got up to rinse the rag, "You make it sound like thats a bad thing..."

"Well no... but it's expensive, and dad would have thrown a fit too. I'm fine, nothing feels broken, just... sore." He stood and stumbled a bit, legs a little shakey. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth and change... I'm exhausted." He stepped over to the stairs, hand on the wall as he took a step up.

"Zay..."

His ears turned toward her, "Yeah?"

"Did you... Did you just... leave him there?" Her eyes sad and scared as she looked at him. "Gerald... Did you just..."

"No... I called his brother to come get him," he stated, hearing a sigh of relief from her. "Movie in my room?"

"Ice cream," she asked with a much brighter tone.

"Just don't give me any sprinkles," he said with a soft chuckle.

Later that night the two laid curled up in his bed, holding hands between their chests as Zay breathed into her hair. I don't deserve someone like you sis... You're so damn perfect. His ear flicked as the front door opened, eyes shifting as his mother rounded the door frame into his room.

"Oh, you're up, why does the kitchen smell like a slaughterhouse?"

He yawned, "I got kinda jumped goin' to pick up a friend to take her home. Got back and Zayra patched me up. I'm fine, and tired, and I've been coddling Zayra since I got back so she's asleep with me."

Mary slumped a bit with a breath, "Details in the morning?"

"Sure," he yawned again, laying his head back down. Scooting closer to Zayras sleeping body with a purr.