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Laws were truly a mixed bag.

On the one hand, they kept society in order. Competing self-interests had to be curbed somehow. There had to be some kind of deterrent against exploitation. It was self-evident, certainly to most furs, that murder, robbery, child abuse, rape, fraud, so on, so forth...these were things that needed to be prevented, at least as much as possible. The Purge was a dystopian nightmare, not an instruction manual.

That was the boring part. The fun bits were marked by disagreement. There was nothing particularly special about puffing one's chest out, setting one's jawline, and gazing off proudly over the horizon before courageously proclaiming, "Don't kill your family." It wasn't likely to be the applause line in many stump speeches. But find the right room to drop the right reference to your past with the right drug? Some laws weren't so popular.

There was, of course, a third category. The one about the laws that didn't exist, but should. If the world were just. Most furs had their own opinions about that.

The sound of a dead tree branch scraping against his window - with a decided lack of respect for the slumber he wished to maintain - brought Jamison Wilkes a brief moment of piercing clarity through a semi-lucid haze of half-formed thoughts.

Practice before 7 on Saturdays should be illegal.

Somehow, he'd twisted so much in his sleep that the thin sheets were tangled up between his legs. He let his head flop back onto the pillow. That was a problem for later.

Later came about a minute afterwards when a cheery marimba pinged from his phone, and he groaned.

As he extricated himself from his entanglement, he remembered the thought wasn't so original - he came to that conclusion every Saturday when he woke up for this. Every fall. Every winter, for the past three years. But come on! It was 2016!

It wasn't as though winter had no positives. At least he wasn't waking up into streaming sunlight. The cold, ethereal wind faintly whistling outside his window brought an odd sense of calm on a weekend morning. The leopard mused that the best part came in the evenings, getting into bed. The winter brought a soothing coolness to the sheets, counteracting the natural warmth of his fur as they draped over his nude body.

That body was no less nude now, on this brisk Saturday, stepping out of comfort into the darkness of the bedroom. Jamie knew it was a body to admire, and while he'd never been a cocky cat, he was proud of how hard he worked to maintain it. That meant leaving it uncovered as much as possible. That meant sleeping unclothed.

White fur adorned a well-muscled, hourglass front, framed by the spotted gold of his leopard heritage - a matching hue for his darkened eyes as they shone faintly in the dim morning light. Broad shoulders gave way to a smooth, contoured back, covered in short, golden fur that could gleam on a spring afternoon. At its base, a long and elegant feline tail sprouted, carrying the motif all the way out to a black tip.

Beneath the swaying appendage was a toned rear, white to the inside, just like his chest. The legs attached to it were his most muscular feature - both thighs and shins bore the evidence of hours of squatting, hours of catching.

Despite that, particularly in the mornings, Jamie made sure to keep those sleek thighs reasonably spread, offering room for the heavy, snow-touched sack that hung between them. When asked about his proudest feature, he never chose to give an honest answer - had he, it would have been the large, virile, healthy orbs hanging in that handsome pouch, especially in the context of precisely what they could put out.

The delivery system was no small source of pride either.

A thick, circumcised member hung over his balls - and hung really was the operative word. Smooth pink flesh dangled a full five inches down, soft, almost to the bottom of that full sack. His equipment was more like a human's than it was like his brother's - no barbs, no sheath, just warm, juicy meat. The organ throbbed softly with his slow, awakening heartbeat, thrown off from the usual morning display of its full glory by the incompleteness of his sleep cycle.

But it knew what time it was.

Following his usual routine before Saturday morning conditioning, the boy strolled slowly into his restroom, and then his shower. As he walked, his fingers slid down to caress and squeeze his nuts, eager to mollify his growing, twitching pole before it caused him problems at practice. He didn't need to shower - it was somewhat pointless before a workout - but he needed the drain.

A few minutes later, as Jamie steadied himself on the wall and his churning testicles drew tight under his rhythmically pumping paw, the soft moan that issued from his lips was the final warning the Wilkes' plumbing received that it was about to face its weekend reckoning.

It struggled.

But with all said, done, and released, Jamie's sweatpants had no difficulty concealing his pride.

* * *

By the time the leopard had sequestered himself in the warmth of his garage, occasional flurries were making their way to the earth. He could see them through a small window up above, seemingly confirming the forecast for an afternoon blizzard. Shrug. He wasn't going to be out that long.

The absentminded nature of his banana-munching bore risks, and he bit off slightly more than he could chew - a pair of swallows resolved the problem. It wasn't his preferred breakfast, but it was quiet. The family wasn't going to wake up this early. On the other hand, maybe it didn't matter - his hand-me-down '03 Honda wasn't particularly stealthy in its efforts to warm up to a defrosting level. While he would NEVERask for it, he was somewhat hoping his 18th in January would bring an upgrade on that front.

He tossed the empty banana peel into a trash can he'd moved out here for precisely such mornings and flopped himself unceremoniously into the driver's seat, tongue giving a cleaning swipe around the fangs that matched his chestfur. The fog on the windshield had dissipated enough to remove any excuse for skipping practice. A quick glance into the rearview made him run claws through his headfur, though, straightening the results of a shallow few hours' sleep.

The drive was shorter than he enjoyed on mornings like this, and the walk into the Brennan field house was the opposite. The clock on the wall read 6:05. Ten minutes before they had to be on the track for the pre-drill conditioning; it seemed weird to call it "pre-drill," when it lasted an hour and a half.

"Mornin' Wilkes." A friendly middle-aged bull's head poked around the corner from the office hallway. Well...usually friendly. It was quite an intimidating sight to behold when the team fell short of expectations.

"Hiya Coach."

"Somebody's in the shower, but I think you're second or third here. See anybody pulling in after you?"

"Uhhhh, I think Chris and Carter aren't too far behind."

The coach raised an eyebrow. "Carter early? Somethin' new every day. Well, once the team's all here and changed, come fetch me. Got some updates for this morning."

He vanished too quickly for a response. Jamie shrugged and spun in the combination for his locker as the outside door creaked open behind him.

"So, when you fell out of bed this morning, did you land upright?"

The leopard grinned and rolled his eyes. "Did you get out of bed at all?"

Carter was a sloth, and the resulting jokes about his frequent lateness had prompted him to engage in similar humor with his teammates. All good-natured, of course; he was a shortstop, and anyone who trusted the stereotype was liable to be quite surprised watching him easily run out an infield hit. It wasn't common for sophomores to make varsity.

"Grumpily." The sloth seated himself on the bench, toying with his shoelaces. Jamie grunted in agreement.

The leopard dropped his sweatpants, freeing his now-dormant organ for inspection from anyone wanting to engage in it. Locker room arrangements were different on Saturday mornings, and he realized the rarely-early Carter was doing so for the first time. The resultant whistle made his chest swell with pride, but he pretended to ignore it. Grabbing a stick of deodorant from his locker, he hiked a leg up onto the bench, trying to suppress a grin as he allowed his package to rather aggressively threaten the sloth's personal space.

"Uh...you--"

"So what drills you think we're doing today?" He spoke over Carter's protest, offering a nod of greeting as the wolf, Chris, came through the door. Chris just smirked and shook his head on noticing the situation, plenty familiar with Jamie's brand of introducing himself to new viewers.

"Uh...I...could you--"

The leopard looked down as he swiped his right armpit with the deodorant, giving a sudden look of understanding and a nod. "Oh, my bad. Sure."

He adjusted his position to move beyond threatening personal space and into outright breaching it, his penis dangling mere inches from the stunned sloth. "Better?"

The wolf toying with his combination lock giggled audibly.

"Chris? Ah, shit!" Carter had reflexively turned to look, inadvertently bringing his face into direct contact with the sizeable member, even if only for a moment. He glowed beet-red as the leopard and wolf both burst into laughter. "Yeah, sure, haze the sophomore..."

He said it jokingly, and Jamie raised an eyebrow, grin widening. "Haze you? Sounds fun!"

Before the sloth could respond, a firm feline paw gripped his head and held it in place while both dick and balls took a very relaxed and thorough tour of his face. He squinted his eyes shut and meekly allowed it to happen - attempting to conceal his enjoyment. He needn't have tried, of course - he'd been upfront about his sexuality with his teammates.

Besides, Jamie was the friendliest player on the team. If it hadn't been clear to the leopard that his junk was the opposite of repulsive to the sophomore, he would never have gone so far. He tapped Carter's head with a claw tip, infectious grin spreading to a few more players that had taken note of what was going on - apparently two had arrived and chosen not to interrupt. "Take a nice big sniff and I'll let you go."

Jamie couldn't tell if the ensuing hesitation was an attempt to mask Carter's eagerness or simply to prolong the contact, but it took a few moments before the sloth did so - and the scent was apparently quite pleasant. Carter pulled back when he was released, exhaling heavily before leveling a glance of mock indignation up at the leopard. "Surprised it didn't smell like kitty litter."

Guffaws sounded around the room, including one from Jamie. "Bet it smelled like it could make a litter, though." Groans, this time. His next words were quieter. "Careful about getting here early, slotho. I might have to make that a routine..."

Only Chris was close enough to hear, but he had to admire the captain's sly effort to resolve Carter's tardiness issues. And the look on the sophomore's muzzle was evidence of probable success.

Show over for the morning, the scattered furs resumed their preparations. Jamie slipped into a pair of gym shorts and threw on a recently laundered t-shirt, stretching and doing a mental count on arrivals. Thirteen...eighteen...twenty-four...

When Davis the husky made it inside, Jamie sauntered off to grab the coach, who proceeded to seat himself backwards on a rickety wooden chair in the corner while the team gathered respectfully.

"So! Just conditioning today." A murmur made the rounds. "Not extra conditioning. No drills. We'll be headed home by 8."

A cheer sounded, and the bull smirked. "You fucking nerds are supposed to like the actual baseball part, you know. Anyway, football's got a long drive out for tomorrow's match, so they needed to bump up their practice. They'll be getting the field today."

Jamie rolled his eyes. The sixty-man football team reigned supreme among Brennan High's sports programs. Of course they'd be taking the field. He normally wouldn't mind, but he did like the baseball part, and he was still getting a rhythm down with one of varsity's newer pitchers.

"That's not all - pool inspection is today, so the swim team will be hitting the track with us. They'll get here in about an hour." Bleary-eyed nods. It wasn't as though the massive track couldn't handle fifty joggers. "Good. No bitching, boys! Half the time, twice the effort!"

There was a general groan of dread as the team shuffled to its feet and out the far door.

The snow had picked up by the time they made it outside, a moderate, consistent patchwork of white spreading across the ground. Jamie paused on the track's inner ring, doing a couple final stretches, and then took off at a respectable pace, making sure to manage his breathing for a sustained jog.

He hated it as much as they did, but he could never show it. The leopard was probably the most respected team captain at Brennan, or at least tied with Darren, the orca captain of the swim team's aquatic division. It meant immense trust from his teammates, but it meant he had to work as hard as he wanted them to. And to date, he'd never let them down. He was proud of the progress they'd made over the first two months of practice - in the first week, he'd caught the last jogger in just a couple minutes, but he knew this time he probably wouldn't be catching anybody until the swimmers arrived.

Carter, of course, would have little trouble outspeeding the feline, if he wanted to - but the tone brought to Jamie's legs by the constant squatting of a catcher offered him better endurance. For today, the sloth pulled up alongside, evidently eager to ask something before his heavier breathing made it more difficult. Jamie had a pretty good guess.

"So...that a, uh...serious offer?"

The guess was correct.

Knowing the exact kind of language that would seal the sloth's commitment to punctuality, Jamie didn't mince words.

"If you get here on time, while I'm changing? Yeah. I will smear my cock and my nuts all over your face. Every single day. Long as you can handle some of your teammates seeing it?" It was a genuine question.

"That's not a problem." It was said so hastily that it made the leopard smirk and cock an eyebrow. The sloth didn't appear to be put off by a bit of exhibitionism. All the same, his eyes were darting back and forth a bit. There was clearly something more.

Jamie gave it a few moments to see if the younger boy would let it slip, but then... "Ask."

"I was just wondering if..." The sloth's blush was even hotter than it had been earlier. "There could ever be...more."

The feline grinned, watching the sophomore avoid his eyes. "Pretty brave to ask that. I like brave furs."

He turned forward, mulling it over in his head for a few moments, calculating an appropriate challenge to set for that kind of reward. "Alright, Carter, tell you what. Make every practice on time until the end of the season, and don't let me catch you slacking. Deal?"

The sloth nodded eagerly. "Deal. And...?"

Jamie met his eyes, jogging a bit closer and letting his voice drop. "And I'll fuck your muzzle after the last practice."

Carter's eyes went as wide as dinner plates and he hastily turned away.

The leopard smirked again. "I'll make sure not to beat off for a couple days...gonna get my balls nice and ready..." His tone took on a dominant purr as he prepared to drop the final bomb.

The sophomore gave an almost inaudible gurgling whimper.

"And then I'm gonna bring in the whole team to watch me unload 'em all over you."

The boy stumbled and then tripped, struggling to catch his balance as Jamie pulled ahead with a cheery laugh. "If you make every practice and work hard, remember! Better bring a towel...or two!"

He returned focus to his rhythmic breathing, settling in for the long haul. A few minutes later, the sloth, still blushing hotly, passed him without a word, seemingly running just a little bit harder. He smiled.

The snowfall continued to pick up, practically with each lap. By his third, he had spreading patches of damp fur on his head and legs, but it wasn't a cold dampness. The morning light hadn't really progressed beyond a dim grey, nothing but clouds overhead. The occasional sound of a passing car reached through the lot and the trees, but without it, the world sat in eerie stillness. Even the wind had died down, probably to the fortune of the joggers.

The sound of another approaching vehicle came, but instead of passing by, it turned into the parking lot, headlights piercing the wintry haze. Jamie turned to watch. The passenger door opened and a figure hopped out, making its way toward the field house. The snow had picked up too much for a clear look, and all Jamie could make out was a tail of some length. He frowned. It most certainly hadn't been forty-five minutes. One of the swimmers had arrived early.

Another lap passed uneventfully, but he could see he was soon to catch Rick, the team's bulky first baseman. Before it happened, more cars began turning into the lot. Some parked, some dropped off like the first, but a steady stream of figures of varying heights began making its way towards the lockers.

He was looking for a specific swimmer, but eventually he gave up, realizing he didn't know anything more than a name.

A few minutes passed, and he halved the distance towards Rick, only twenty or so strides behind. But just as he prepared to put on a burst of speed to pass the polar bear and motivate him, a rhythmic swishing sound came from a ways behind.

Glancing over his shoulder, he made out a red fox approaching on his right. The swishing sound came from the nylon of the swim team's loose-fitting uniform, the jacket and sweatpants they wore on deck between races. Jamie had always been a bit jealous of how sharp it looked, black, with a red stripe down the length of the left arm - the colors of Brennan. It fit well on the vulpine, too.

Jamie turned back to his jog, waiting for the swimmer to draw closer. He hadn't noticed the boy coming onto the track, so it must have been just after his recent pass of the field house, but the timing made clear that this was that first arrival.

A couple minutes later, the fox came within earshot, just a few paces behind on the right side. Jamie slowed a little bit to bring himself in line. The boy was just a bit shorter than he was, three or so inches, aside from his ears. Deep green eyes glowed through the falling snow that had left flecks of white on his jacket. The kit's coloration seemed mostly normal, other than a couple black markings near his eyes.

The leopard nodded in greeting. "Not allowed into the pool, huh?"

The swimmer glanced over with a grin. "Something about...checking the pH levels. I guess so we don't, like, die from swallowing the water. Doesn't seem so important to me." His voice had the mix of bass and treble signifying a male in mid to late adolescence. Sophomore, perhaps a young junior.

"Yeah? Do they clean the piss outta there? I've heard swimmers like to, well, multitask in that regard." He shot an amicable side-eye.

The fox put a paw to the small patch of white-furred chest visible through the jacket's unzipped collar. "What? We would never! Someone's been feeding you false information. OR...maybe that's what messes up the pH. I couldn't tell ya."

"Heh. Not much of a denial."

"Well, I'm an honest fox. And you're a leopard. Also a pretty ripped one. Aaaaand, you're jogging faster than pretty much everybody. Which makes you..."

"Jamie."

"'Jamison Wilkes' Jamie? The captain everybody's such a fan of?"

The leopard grinned. "I don't know what my fanbase is like. What have you heard?"

The vulpine brought black-furred paws up in front of himself and spread them as though reading a banner, a rather silly-looking motion as he bobbed up and down with each stride. "Jamie Wilkes! Renaissance cat. Hunter of mice. Swinger of bats. Catcher of balls. Satisfier of ladies."

Jamie cocked an eyebrow, letting a jocular tone enter his voice. "Just ladies? I'll have you know anyone would appreciate what I've got."

The fox made an attempt to nod sagely, but instead his head just bounced slightly more than it already was. "If what I've heard is accurate, I'm sure they would."

"And what have you heard, eh?"

The fox's eyes crossed slightly as he focused on a snowflake resting upon his nose. His tongue made a valiant effort to reach it, but failed. Then he spread his arms to their maximum span, paws oriented inwards in the traditional "big dick" gesture.

Jamie giggled. He never ceased to be delighted about the casual nature of sexual discussions at Brennan. Not that the fox didn't bear any credit for avoiding things becoming awkward. "I think they may be overstating it a little."

"Nonsense, I say! I've heard it's the biggest of the seniors. Maybe the biggest at Brennan!" He winked.

The leopard found himself blushing slightly, both proud and embarrassed. "Not the biggest at Brennan, I don't think."

"Who's bigger?"

"I, uh, figured you would know."

The fox glanced sideways. "Why's that?"

"I heard he's on the swim team. Julian. Apparently a pretty sick swimmer, too."

The vulpine grinned quietly for a moment, their slightly unmatched footfalls the only sound. "Ah. Yeah, he's pretty decent. On both counts."

Jamie peered at the crowd of swimmers emerging in tandem from the field house. Among them was a horse, tall, with an additional accent on his jacket signifying captaincy. He gestured with a nod. "That him?"

The other boy followed his gaze. "Nah, that's Kirk. Captain of the land team."

"Captain Kirk?"

"Don't let him hear you say that..."

"So, if Julian is the fastest in land division, why isn't he captain?"

The fox scratched his head. "I mean, he's a junior like me, so he can't be till next year. Probably wouldn't wanna be captain anyway. He doesn't have those leadership qualities. Kinda shy around big groups too. Don't tell him I said that!"

"How would I tell him if I don't even know which one he is?"

The other boy scanned the group of jacket-clad athletes and grunted. "Looks like he's not with them. He usually arrives at different times, works too hard to change with everybody else. I've only seen it 'cause I'm always the first to arrive and last to leave."

"And?"

The vulpine repeated his "big dick" gesture.

Jamie chuckled. "But he doesn't like showing it off?"

A shrug. "Maybe shy around big groups? 'Sides, at practice, he's all about swimming. Can't be fast otherwise. But I know from experience, once he's comfortable showing it to somebody, he like...never puts it away. I just happen to be one of those private furs. With a...backstage pass, you could say."

"That's sorta unexpected. Damn. I'm usually not a gossip-monger, but I was curious today. Not gonna matter, since I change with everybody else."

The fox smirked. "Why are you so interested in his dick?"

Jamie's voice froze up a bit as he realized he'd just revealed something pretty secret. "I...uh..."

The swimmer's jaw dropped a bit, and he jogged a bit closer, lowering his voice. "Could it be that Jamie Wilkes, Renaissance cat, hunter of mice, swinger of bats, catcher of balls, satisfier of any gender, is also a queen of sizes?" He giggled.

The leopard scowled. That genie wasn't getting put back in the bottle. "Maybe I just...wanna see what beats me out."

A motion caught his eye, and he turned just in time to catch the fox's white-tipped tail flicking sharply from one side to the other. When he looked back, that emerald gaze seemed a bit more focused - but it passed quickly.

The other boy inclined his muzzle and whispered conspiratorially. "Your secret is safe with me, cap. I'm one, too! There. That's, uh..." His eyes wandered off to the side for a moment before lighting up. "Mutually assured destruction! That's the term."

Jamie grinned. Too late to do much more than trust him, at this point. "Well, fine. You must like changing with him."

"Oh, it's great! The look...the size...the taste..."

"The taste?!"

"Oh, yeah. I've sucked it. Quite a bit. Jealous?"

The feline blushed again, choking on his words a little bit. "Well, I...I'm a top, I think." A long pause. "Maybe a little."

The tail. He'd definitely seen it that time.

Jamie spoke again. "He doesn't sound very shy to me."

The fox nodded, as though conceding the point. "Well, once he's at that spot where it's always out, he'll pretty much let you do whatever you want with it. Long as it feels good. In fact..." He giggled. "If he knows you like it, he might not even give you a choice in the matter."

"...Yeah, that's not shy."

"So maybe it was the wrong word, fuck." He threw his paws up in mock exasperation. "He's not...exhibitionist? Usually."

Jamie smirked. "Did you give him tail, too?"

The vulpine shook his head quickly. "That wouldn't really...work. Not that I'd run away from a big one, or anything."

"I'd be the judge of that."

"Would you?" The swimmer grinned. "Maybe I can introduce you. You can see his, if you show me yours."

The leopard blushed. Even if it'd been on its own, private time with the fox would've been quite the offer. "Quite a bargain."

"Settled, then! In the meantime, can we talk about something other than dick? I think by the time today is over you'll be satisfied on that front."

Jamie's blush deepened and he laughed. "I have been a bit one-track, haven't I?"

"Not always a bad thing, you know."

"Well, what would be better?"

"I mean...just tell me about you. How long have you been playing baseball? What do you do when you're not?"

"Three years. I party, I do homework, I play video games."

"Short and to the point. I like it. Wish I was more of a partier, myself. But you can't say 'I play video games' and then not say which ones."

"I'm a jock. So obviously you know there's gonna be sports games in there, MLB for example. What about you? Do you play swimming games?" He giggled.

The fox cast him a baleful glance. "There is, actually, this really sick Olympic Swimming Simulator I play on Xbox."

Jamie raised an eyebrow, feeling like a bit of a dick. "...Oh. Hadn't heard of it."

"Yeah, the gameplay's really deep. You press R to stroke with your right arm and L to stroke with your left. Or, if you're racing butterfly, you have to press both of them at the same time."

Jamie blinked.

"Of course I don't play swimming games, cocknose. I can't believe the look on your face."

The leopard burst out laughing. "Maybe you did. Well, I play pretty much every major sport as a game, for what it's worth."

The fox's eyes lit up, and he grinned. "Maybe we can NHL sometime. I play it a bunch. Just can't skate for shit."

Jamie smiled. "Sure thing. What else you play?"

"Looootta singleplayer stuff, for starters. But those aren't my only multiplayer choices. Plenty of shooters, too. Overwatch, CoD, Battlefield...even PUBG, if you have a PC."

"We'll have plenty of choices then. Should be fun. What's your tag?"

"I'll only answer if you promise not to judge 12-year-old me."

"Why? How old even are you now?"

"Fifteen, for a couple more weeks."

"Hahahah! Fine. What's the tag?"

"BigBoyFoxy69."

"Dude...I'm cringing in my soul."

"You said you wouldn't judge!"

"But that was before I heard what it was."

"Grrrr. Well what's yours?"

"Jamie546219."

"...Seriously?"

"Yup! Judge away. You're not gonna remember that, so I'll add you this afternoon. I'm gonna be shut in from the blizzard and what not, so..."

The vulpine nodded, smiling. "Sweet! Listen, I'm gonna go up and jog with my boys for a bit, since I haven't said hi to 'em yet today. Cool?"

"Yeah, for sure, dude! Thanks for stopping by. Or, running by."

"See you in a bit!"

As the fox was about to speed up, a thought crossed Jamie's mind, and he caught the other boy's shoulder, blushing slightly. The fox turned. "Yeah?"

"Been great meeting you, dude. What's your name?"

"Ah, shit. Have we reached that phase in our relationship?...Oh, don't look at me like that. It's just so fun that you don't know." The only thing sharper than his grin was the whip of his tail. "Name's Julian. Nice to meetcha too!"

BigBoyFoxy69.

The leopard stopped in his tracks, suddenly wondering how he'd failed to piece the puzzle together for so long.

As though Julian had been anticipating the reaction, he'd already stopped, and his muzzle was split wide in a howl of laughter. "Dude! I can't believe you went this whole time without asking my fucking name! Nobody ever thinks it's gonna be the fox!"

Jamie couldn't believe it either, but he knew he should've known. The tag, the deflection on taking it under the tail, the similar changing times, the same grade...

As he reflected, he hadn't noticed his jaw hanging slack, at least until the fox was suddenly very close, whispering in his ear with a tone that made clear things were very serious. "You're gonna have to open wider than that, kitty."

Jamie couldn't tell whether the resultant shiver down his spine was a result of the sinking temperature. He suspected it wasn't.

With no more than a lustful wink, the vulpine was gone, speeding down the track to catch his teammates.

* * *

By the time the leopard had left the track, it was covered in a thin dusting of white powder. The temperature had dropped sharply, and it was a relief to step back into the field house, despite the din of slamming lockers, running showerheads, and cheery conversation. The baseball team, and most of the swimmers, had already come back inside. Julian hadn't. Not that it had stopped Jamie from glancing up quickly every time he heard the door.

Eventually an inquiry from his coach about the track's availability gave him a pretense to swing open the door and glance outside again, shielding his eyes against the whirling snow with a forearm. A small group of four furs were jogging past the field house, beginning another lap. He could make out Julian, a pair of otters, and Captain Kirk - who, to his credit, didn't show the signs of exhaustion visible from the others. Even Julian was panting openly.

Jamie shouted out to them, the snowy blanket muffling any echo that might've occurred. "Almost done?"

The furs glanced over, and Julian flashed a pair of fingers. Kirk shouted back, voice bouncing with each stride. "Two more laps!"

The leopard nodded and went back inside, suppressing his mild nervousness by examining the clientele. Carter was on his way back from the showers, holding a crumpled towel. The young sloth didn't have any cause for embarrassment down below, either; seemed to be a theme for the skinny boys. Darren, the hulking orca, was drying himself near the lockers, sweatpants already on. Chris appeared to have left already. The teams were generally separated, chatting in their own groups.

Jamie took a brief sniff of himself. It was too cold for him to sweat out there, but he still bore the scent of exertion. A shower would be necessary. He shed his clothes and locked them up safely, walking over into the tiled area, the confident bouncing of his large orbs belying the butterflies in his stomach. It wasn't a sensation he was used to feeling; but he was just imagining trying to swallow his entire morning banana in one gulp.

It didn't help, either, that images of the fox sans-nylon were running nonstop through his head. And they weren't of a stuffed muzzle, or a stretched ring slowly oozing white, either. He wouldn't have been disappointed had Julian turned out to be a muscular bull, or a stocky bear, or a tall tiger - but the reality of the situation (at least, if the fox spoke truth), the shocking uniqueness of it, had his organ twitching with particular enthusiasm.

Oh, god, I'm hard in the shower.

Before he could even stop to wonder why he suddenly felt embarrassed about that, he heard a whistle from his right - glancing over, and then up, he saw Kirk. The unmistakable angle of the horse's gaze brought a smile to Jamie's muzzle and a brief respite from the butterflies. The land captain wasn't an unpleasant sight, either - though the flaccidity of his ample shaft suggested their preferences weren't quite well enough aligned to do anything about it. And Jamie could tell he was still bigger; as usual.

Kirk spoke, shooting the leopard a sly grin. "Damn, Jamie. Maybe if we want to keep the stereotype alive, our horsie girls should be getting together with you cat boys a bit more."

Jamie glanced around, more comfortable in a dynamic he was used to, and decided that Julian must still be out on the track. "Or maybe they should be busy with that fox out there, huh...?"

Kirk gave him a seemingly appraising look with the one eye uncovered by his soaked mane. He scanned that eye for any look of confusion, anything that might suggest the fox had stolen the real Julian's thunder - but all he found was amusement and a chuckle. "Ain't that the truth. You know my ex thought I'd prepared her for him?"

"Did...did she leave you for...?"

The horse turned to his shower bag and withdrew some conditioner, working it into that mop of black atop his head. "Oh, no. It was almost a year ago. She was just kind of a bitch. Thought she was the top of the world."

There was a brief silence as he lathered his muscled chest with soap and then rinsed it off. "So it was great seeing her walk funny for a week. And I hear her twins are doing fine, so that's good!"

Holy SHIT. What did I sign up for???

Before the leopard could say anything to reassure himself or respond, the horse took his paw in a firm grip and shook it. "Anyway, nice to meet you, baseball captain. I gotta get outta here for a family reunion, but I'm sure I'll see you around!"

And with that, Kirk was back off into the locker room, tail swishing its way around the corner. The anecdote had made the butterflies multiply, if anything; and the sudden emptiness of the shower room didn't slow them down, either. Jamie took a deep breath, trying to steady the anxious motions of his tail and actually get clean. He turned back to the wall and grabbed his soap, rubbing it first into his armpits and groin area.

He took his sweet time with the latter, too - feeling the weight of his balls in his paw did something to quell the nervousness. He rinsed off and reached for the shampoo. If the girls he'd been with could handle his piece, then -

"Are you actually cleaning yourself off? Dude, I can almost feel my nuts laughing at you."

Well, so much for quelling the nervousness.

The feline turned slowly, and there he was. Leaning one shoulder against the doorway of the tiled shower room, jacket and sweats on, tail swaying lazily. He'd caught his breath from the jog, and the sound of the shower had apparently muffled the rustling of his motion. How long had he been there?

Then the words caught his attention. "What's that supposed to-"

"Means I'm gonna cum all over your face until nobody can recognize you. Then I'm gonna keep cumming." Julian's head was cocked, a smirk decorating his muzzle, fur glistening in the escaping steam. "Any other questions?"

Jamie's heart thumped. His shaft throbbed between his legs. Still, understanding the fox's reasoning, he turned off the shower - the resultant silence made abundantly clear that they were the only two remaining in the field house. "You didn't tell me you knocked up Kirk's ex."

The fox rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Oh, you asked him about my dick? Yeah, he tells that story to everybody who does that. The twin part is some...embellishment. I didn't knock her up." The smirk returned. "But her new boyfriend can probably smell my spunk every time they fuck."

He pushed off the wall and started swishing his way closer. "And I left her walking weird for two weeks. He never gets that part right."

Jamie gave a sharp intake of breath. Every one of the handsome boy's boasts hit him like a punch in the gut. He was more nervous, and more eager, with each step closer - but he still found himself backing away to press against the wall as a black-furred paw gripped his shaft and began exploring it.

"Damn, renaissance cat. Not sure the rumors did you justice." Julian was staring openly at the leopard's dick, grinning at the feel of arousal between his fingers. He gave it a firm stroke, and a long strand of translucent precum oozed from the head before snapping and falling to the tiles below. The fox stepped back slightly, bringing those slicked digits up to his tongue and cleaning them - holding eye contact, of course.

Then he moved in close once more, one paw balancing against the wall next to the taller feline. He leaned in towards Jamie's ear. "Knees."

A hot blush struck the cat's cheeks, and his eyes widened. His heart was beating a mile a minute. If anything, the youthful tenor of adolescence in the vulpine's voice only made the command feel more compelling, only reminded him that he was submitting to a younger boy. A younger, shorter boy of a species with no business dominating a leopard.

But here we are.

The fox's raw confidence extended to his pace. From the moment Jamie's knees met tile, things happened so fast he could barely react. Within a second, Julian had hooked his sweatpants beneath his package. Before Jamie could register anything more than the utterly obscene amount of male genitalia staring him down (quite literally; supported by his sack, the boy's thick serpent aligned perfectly, its slit greeting the leopard's shocked gaze) and the fact that it had a foreskin, that package was against his face, far more aggressively than his own had met Carter's before. He could feel a flaccid penis draping heavily over his nose, up to his forehead and beyond, weighing between his ears. Furred testicles far larger than his own smeared over those nostrils, the smells of potency and youthful exertion marking them for what he assumed would be the rest of the day or longer.

The weight of all that equipment carried more warmth than the shower had before it. He gulped, mouth watering at the intoxicating barrage of scents. It wasn't a position he'd ever found himself in before - but it was one he already knew he'd find himself in many times more.

Maybe only with Julian. But even the well-endowed feline had to acknowledge the prime example of foxhood getting acquainted with his features.

Julian reached down to brace one paw behind Jamie's head for comfort, then arched his hips forward, humping aggressively, pinning the cat against the wall with his crotch. His shaft bent and rubbed over that short, damp headfur. Jamie could just barely make out the organ glistening when its motions left one of his eyes uncovered by vulpine equipment. The light, pink mass was already coated with the water from his fur, and possibly trace amounts of sweat from the jog, though the scents assaulting him could not be described as dirty by any stretch.

"See, now..." The fox drew his hips back, putting some distance between his junk and the older boy's face, before thrusting forward again and repeating the motion, rhythmically slapping his penis and balls against Jamie's muzzle. Slap. Slap. Slap. "When I wreck you online, you'll be able to think about this with every teabag."

He rolled his hips slowly, dragging his enormous testicles up Jamie's chin and over his lips, and then he held them there. The leopard could feel the meat atop his head pulsing, gradually growing warmer, the motion of its swelling ruffling his headfur.

"Clean my balls. Nice and slow."

At another time, maybe in the future, Jamie would be embarrassed about how quickly and eagerly he had complied. Almost before the word "slow" had been uttered, the leopard's lips were open, struggling to wrap around one massive orb. His tongue, hot and rough, lashed against the younger boy's snow-white sackfur, the pleasant taste evidence of Julian's impeccable hygiene; it appeared "clean" had been more of a joke about Jamie's species, perhaps a soft reminder that he was ravenously worshipping a boy most would pin as a bottom without even speaking to.

"Mmmmm, there's a good kitty..." If the soft satisfaction in his voice wasn't enough, the hot, slippery bolt of precum that splattered into his left ear was enough to tell Jamie he was doing an adequate job. That slender paw tightened on the back of his head, pulling him forward, forcing one fat nut into his mouth and making him purr eagerly. The vibration did something for Julian, clearly. Or perhaps it was the texture of the tongue so eagerly bathing his fur; the warmth engulfing that sensitive orb; the soft suckling of those stretched lips as they tried to make more room, urge a little more of his sack into that maw; the slurping sounds of eagerness between his legs. Whatever it was, another rope of precum shot across the top of Jamie's head.

Shortly after the cleaning apparatus had migrated to Julian's other testicle, he was slowly pulling Jamie away from the tiles behind him, making the leopard realize with a thrill, a shiver and a throb of his cock that his head didn't provide enough room between the fox's hardening penis and the wall. Abruptly, Julian pulled back, leaving the feline gasping in surprise.

"Such a good worshipper. I'm gonna baptize you."

Jamie looked up just in time to catch that slit staring back at him - and then it flared, and the largest surge of precum yet erupted squarely into his face. The liquid splattered over his left cheek, stung his eye, shot briefly into one nostril. He coughed in surprise, sputtered, several droplets finding their way between his lips and spreading their sweetly salted flavor over his tongue. There wasn't a moment of respite; Julian idly squeezed his cock as the leopard caught his breath, and another surge shot straight into his mouth, coating his fangs and tongue completely and dribbling from the corners of his parted lips. Glistening trails of the potent fluid stained the fur of his chin.

Jamie closed his eyes, turning his head down slightly and subjecting it to the barrage as he caught his breath. Soon, though, he felt that spongy, pliable cockhead rubbing insistently against his lips. "Suck some fox dick, Jamie."

The organ pumped another burst of precum against his closed lips, the fluid gushing down his chin. The scent of it had engulfed him completely by now - he couldn't smell anything but cock. And so, so much of it. He opened his mouth, sliding his lips forward against the ever-widening head -

The front door of the fieldhouse banged open suddenly, and a cacophony of voices came back towards the showers. The football team had arrived. With a growl, Julian pulled away and stuffed the meaty tube into his sweatpants, a damp trail of precum instantly spurting against the fabric. Jamie looked around frantically, with no cover, nowhere to go. He'd have to turn the shower back on and pretend he was still cleaning.

It was as though Julian could read his mind, and he shook his head with a smirk. "Get the fuck over here."

A paw gripped Jamie's and pulled him to his feet, yanking him swiftly towards the door out to the track. He could have resisted the smaller fox of course, if he'd wanted to - but his cock was controlling his thoughts, and there was no thought of submission. Besides, the football team didn't know him. It wouldn't be so easy to explain his erection in the shower. Or, at least, that was what the rational part of his brain decided made sense.

In a flash, they were out once more, in the increasingly biting cold - if it weren't for his fur, Jamie would have been freezing, especially with his face soaked in vulpine fluids. The pads of his footpaws were the only truly icy part, and that got easier when the fox dragged him off the concrete and onto the yellowed grass, away towards the corner of the building and around back.

They took up position next to a quietly humming air conditioning unit for the fieldhouse, sufficient to block the business parts from the few parking spots that could see beyond one corner; and the track was fully out of sight around the other. Snow powdered their heads, having picked up during Jamie's half-hour or so inside. It was definitely following the forecast. The snowfall was thick enough that Jamie hoped it would hide what was going on from anyone that chanced a glance at the one angle where they were visible - through the dead trees from a road in the middle distance.

Julian, for his part, didn't seem to care if anyone saw his thrusting ass through the woods. He was annoyed at being interrupted, gritting his teeth as he glanced towards the parking lot and the sounds of arriving vehicles. "Get back to work, kitty."

He pressed down firmly on the leopard's shoulder, bringing the warmth of a blush back to Jamie's cheeks, other paw yanking his pants down again and letting his fully hard cock spring back up before its servant. He paused to let Jamie have his first good look at the organ, unzipping his jacket and exposing his white bellyfur to the chill; he had to be sure the cat was against his body when he hilted, not the nylon.

Jamie's jaw seemed to be on strike, dangling stupidly open as his eyes roamed the expanse of vulpine cockflesh before him. Sure enough, it was uncut - the foreskin was rolled back over a head glistening with precum, occasionally spurting more of it over the leopard's chest. He brought his paws up to explore, finding it too thick to encircle with only one.

Well, my jaw's going to be fucking sore.

What fascinated the feline, though, was the retracted sheath around Julian's base, and the telltale bulge of a knot. The fox truly had the best of all worlds in his ancestry. His balls were the size of large plums, and clearly productive. His cock outmatched Jamie's, and it was by a clear margin in both dimensions. The heat filling the enormous penis was enough to warm its observer's paw in the near-blizzard, and the throbbing spurts of precum felt immensely powerful between his fingers.

He glanced up and caught the fox grinning down at him. "I guess I can wait a sec to let you feel what it's like. Bet you've been in my position a bunch before, huh?"

Jamie brought a paw up to weigh the balls he'd thus far only felt on his face and tongue. Their size wasn't just for show - they were heavy, and he swore he could almost feel the life churning within them. He glanced up again, ignoring the teasing comment. "How big?"

"Meh. Guess."

"Nine inches?" The fox's thumb hooked skyward. "Nine and a half?" Again. "Ten?"

"Ten. Metric system's so much better though, you know? Twenty-six? I feel like America stole my size. Technical term, though, is 'choking hazard' I think." Julian flexed his cock in the gripping paw and spat a rope of precum over Jamie's nose again. "Anyway, I got a monster load to get rid of. Get to it."

He slapped his cock against the feline's cheek, and Jamie didn't hesitate, excited to get back to what he'd been doing. He spread his lips once again and sealed them to the precum-slicked slab of foxmeat - then Julian pushed smoothly forward, and the leopard's mouth was, for the first time, full of cock. His eyes widened at the way his jaw had to stretch just to accommodate the head, which filled almost his entire maw, needing only another inch of shaft to do so. He could barely move his tongue, and keeping his fangs away from the invader was the hardest part, though one he was determined to manage.

Why am I so concerned with getting this junior off?

A long sigh came from above him, the vulpine enjoying the warmth of that wet sleeve he was sliding into. With the sheer size pinning Jamie's tongue to the floor of his mouth, Julian simply worked his hips to massage his sensitive underside with its rough texture. Deeper and deeper he went, until another inch of shaft was inside - Jamie wasn't even half down, and it was threatening his throat. The fox looked down, smirking, and gave a slightly deeper thrust, forcing a gag out of the kneeling feline.

"Gonna have to get that thing under control, you know. By the time my nut sludge is squirting out your nose, you're gonna be feelin' my balls twitching against your chin and serving it up."

The matter-of-fact way with which Julian described what would seem like a gargantuan orgasm to even a horse made Jamie nervous. How much could this kid really cum? He realized even swallowing his own release would make him nervous, and he had little doubt Julian would put it to shame. He gave an anxious grunt around the foreskin rolling back and forth on his tongue.

As though amused by the nervous response, Julian continued. "My load's gonna fill up your belly and still leave you so fucking soaked that your dad'll think your mom cheated with a snow leopard. Or at least, he would, if they couldn't smell my cum all over you the second you walk in the door."

It was abundantly clear that the thought of unleashing his orgasm on Jamie was an immense turn-on for the fox, and his cock gave a massive throb in the leopard's mouth, flooding it rapidly with an overflowing salvo of precum. The cat couldn't decide whether he was more nervous or aroused, though he was pretty confident it was the latter - his dick oozing a small sea over the dead grass was proof enough of that.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah! Feline tongues feel so good!" Julian dug his prick against Jamie's gag reflex again, forcing another convulsion, gasping at the rough massage on the rim of his foreskin. Fluid pumped regularly into the stuffed maw, lubricating the shaft, spewing from the corners of the leopard's mouth and gradually engulfing his senses with its heat and taste. "This is gonna be the most fun I've had wrecking somebody with my jizz in a while...haven't gotten off in like four days..."

Jamie glanced up nervously at the increasingly excited fox, who was beginning to close his eyes from time to time to focus on the pleasure. A crescendo was slowly building inside his body, there could be no doubt. He gazed down at the older boy. "Don't look at me like that. You're loving every second of this. Mmmmh...gonna love the big finish, too. Once it's over. In the meantime..."

He gripped the leopard's head in a paw and reprised their position inside, pressing Jamie back against the bricks as he started to stuff his cock deeper. The feline was gagging sharply and regularly now, but Julian didn't let up. Each centimeter forced a new part of the kneeling boy's mouth, and then throat, to acclimate to the enormous invader. And there were 26 of those, after all.

"Fuuuuck yeah, let's get it in there..."

Jamie didn't know how he was taking it, but he was. The thrusts were just slow enough to allow breaths through his nose (it wasn't easy to rabbit-fuck with such a massive cock, he figured), and he was lucky with the timing aside from one unfortunate spurt of precum, cleared after a couple sharp coughs. At least eight inches of cock were now being rhythmically pumped into his throat, and the fox's determination to force in the rest was clear. He hastily removed his jacket and crumpled it up, stuffing it behind the leopard's head as a cushion before placing both paws on the bricks to support himself as he hunched over. He was almost literally nailing Jamie's head into the wall with his penis. The message was clear - it's not coming out again until I'm cumming.

With the increased leverage, he rammed deeper and deeper, spittle flying from Jamie's mouth as he was violently and uncomfortably skullfucked. He didn't feel sick, but he felt decidedly out of breath, and without respite; the sounds emanating from his throat emphasized the struggle of taking such a huge organ.

But there were moans among them.

He didn't know when it had happened, but he'd brought his paw to his twitching shaft, stroking it clumsily between his legs as the young fox used his throat for pleasure. There was something unexplainable about the enjoyment of submitting to Julian; he'd admit the choking was uncomfortable as sure as he'd admit he'd be eagerly awaiting their next meeting. Something about the pleasant surprise, the variety in species and roles. Something about the fox's youth and confidence.

Well, at least, if the orgasm wasn't too hard to deal with. And he was growing increasingly aware that the moment was drawing near.

It was perhaps heralded by the first contact of Julian's firm groin with Jamie's nose. The vulpine gasped with satisfaction, grinding the base of his sheath and his balls around the feline's lips and chin. "Holy shit! Ohhhh, yeah! You're taking it all!"

The leopard knew that - the obscene bulge in his throat was proof enough. He could feel the blazing heat of the steel-hard shaft descending so far back into his throat it seemed to have passed the temperature receptors; he couldn't tell where it ended. And the deeper the fox got, the thicker that cock got. The thicker it got, the harder it pressed down against that rough tongue - the more pleasure it received.

Julian's mouth hung open, eyes closed, panting against the wall. "Guess I better - nngh - warn you...I'm real close..."

Fire burned in the young fox's loins as he resumed slamming Jamie's head into the jacket with the full length of his cock. The sensory assault was almost more overwhelming to Julian than to his effectively-imprisoned cocksleeve. The sharp contrast of snow connecting all over his now-naked body with the unending warmth flowing into his penis and crotch. The rough massage of the leopard's tongue along the entire length of his underside, and the steady rolling of foreskin back and forth along the rim of that swelling cockhead. The frantic squeezing and rippling of Jamie's throat around the visitor it was so laughably untrained to host, and the sounds of gagging and choking reminding Julian just what a weapon it was. The slaps. Heavy, hot, primed testicles against precum-drenched chin. The imminence of showing Jamie exactly what they could do.

And then, finally, the unmistakable, warm, and copious splattering against Julian's footpaw, all the proof needed that Jamie was enjoying every moment. It was too much.

"Here it comes!"

Julian slammed his hips forward and pinned the leopard to the makeshift cushion. Electric surges shot through his body. Balls drew tight against chin and began to twitch, as promised. The massive foxhood bucked violently, making Jamie's watering eyes widen as he urgently sucked in a shallow breath through his nose, air barely even fitting around the cannon. And then, with a loud moan virtually hidden by the rising winds, the fox began to cum.

Jamie couldn't taste it. Not yet. He could feel the heat surging down his throat, could feel the weight of it pooling in his stomach, but the real clue was between his lips. With each pulse, the shaft swelled sharply against them, but they weren't quick pulses, rapid bullets of semen - they were streams. He could tell they were long streams, too, because each swelling of the underside lasted at least a second, and each return to its normal obscene girth was short-lived, immediately followed by another eruption.

In awe, the leopard placed a paw on his belly - and by the fifth straining of that cock against his lips, he could feel it starting to bulge. Another five, and he felt like he'd had too much to eat. Another five, and he knew he wouldn't fit into the shirt he'd worn on his drive. That was also about when he seemed to reach capacity.

Julian ground his churning, pumping balls against Jamie's chin even as his output overwhelmed the cat's oral cavity, splattering messily from the corners of that warm mouth and down onto the ground. The taste was undeniably wonderful - like the precum, but less salty, more sweet, and with a texture too thick to be called slimy, showing off the younger boy's immense potency. The fulfillment of Julian's promise to have his "nut sludge" squirting from the feline's nose came almost as an afterthought soon after, as he withdrew his length from the older boy's maw. Mercifully, it didn't happen much, the uncomfortable burning of Jamie's nostrils not something he enjoyed.

When the incredible organ finally withdrew completely, Jamie didn't bother to look at it. He knew what was coming next, and closed his eyes in preparation.

An instant later, his face was utterly inundated with sperm. One spurt completely drenched his head, with enough force to knock him back against the cushion. Messy trails of it oozed down his cheeks and dribbled onto his chest, until they were washed aside by the next volcanic release.

Julian wasn't even aiming his penis. He wasn't holding it. He remained against the wall, hips drawn a long way back, looking down with a panting, pleasured smile as the reproductive rifle twitched freely and shot with pinpoint accuracy across the leopard's features. Again, and again, and again. There was an audible splurt as each stream emerged from his slit, but a far louder splat as it found its target, and the bricks received no mercy either, gradually developing a coating somewhat reminiscent of that surrounding an unskilled dodger of water balloons.

The fox's enjoyment of facials became more understandable as Jamie realized that he didn't need to aim anywhere else to cover a full body. A growing mass of rich, warm fox spunk was spreading over his chest, abdomen, even his crotch with every excess shot onto a face that couldn't take one drop more. Jamie felt what seemed like it might be another orgasm; he couldn't tell, with so much semen already pouring from his crotch, nor as lightheaded as he felt amidst the overwhelming scent.

Eventually, everything had to end. Jamie wasn't sure when it happened. A few seconds or minutes later, perhaps. All he knew was that he could finally open his eyes and meet the gaze of the grinning fox, emerald eyes alight with pride. Julian had apparently procured his phone between entering the fieldhouse and accosting Jamie in the shower, and he heard the shutter-click of a photo being taken. He giggled.

"Got a bit of video, too, while I was wrecking your face. I'll send it all to you later so you can enjoy yourself tonight." He brought his penis to the soaked feline's lips. "Make it shine."

There was no hesitation, just a tongue bathing each available inch, lovingly and carefully, until the fat, semi-softened head smeared across his cheek, collecting an incredibly thick coating. "Missed a spot."

Jamie was too shell-shocked and satisfied even to roll his eyes at the boyish behavior.

A few minutes later, the fox pulled up his sweatpants, black bearing no more than a few flecks of white; effectively protected from the blast zone by the sheer length of the weapon he proceeded to tuck away. He then collected the somewhat less lucky jacket from behind Jamie's head with a shrug. "Guess I'll wash it later. You have a good time?"

The leopard looked up with raised eyebrows and a grin, seemingly finally acclimated to the smell of foxcum enough to escape his trance. "I think I have a crush on you."

Julian giggled. "You just wanna be my cum dump."

"Hey...I take what I can get."

"Then you're sure gonna get a lotta cum, aren't you?"

"I mean, with you, that could just mean one more time."

Julian zipped up his jacket. "Hmm. Good point. But no, you're gonna suck my dick every time I ask you. Gonna have to bend you over, too. Teach you to be a proper switch like me."

"You? A switch?"

"Hey, I have a trade surplus on jizz. Never gonna balance it, but why not take from time to time?"

Jamie shook his head in amazement. "You're insatiable."

"Oh yeah. I mighta been sucking your dick if you didn't introduce yourself by confessing your undying love for mine. Anyway, I'm gonna head home. Add me on Xbox. We'll plan your next bath while I crush you in NHL."

The leopard smirked. "Wanna bet? You wanna suck my dick?"

"Course I do, renaissance cat. Might wanna be careful about bets with me in that game, though. You don't wanna know what happened to the first guy." He winked, and his tail gave one last whip. "Chat with you in a bit! Might wanna get moving before the football team's off the field. Oh, and before my load freezes all over your face."

With a smirk and a wave, the fox walked off around the front of the building, tapping his phone and probably arranging his ride.

Jamie looked down at himself. He looked left, towards the corner leading to the track. He looked right, towards the corner leading to the front door.

Well...fuck.