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"Fan Service"

"You gotta be kidding me, I can't believe it!"

Montgomery growled as his claws shredded through the newspaper before he threw it down and dropped his seat into the recline position, snapping it back so hard that he could almost instantly see the disco ball hanging over his head face-to-face. He slammed his fists against the arms of the chair which sounded like they were on the verge of being broken off the rest of the body. "That damned pirate taking my gig and cramming his one-act, banjo-twanging hillbilly group into it? What in the hell?" He threw his hands back against his eyes and kicked his feet. "GET IN HERE!" He roared loudly.

"Coming sir! Coming!"

A surprisingly meek voice erupted into shouts of urgency as a human ran through the door into Monty's room; the man was miniscule in size compared to the massive gator, he was small even for a human. His short blond hair and rounded glasses accented his rounded face and gangly frame, but Monty found he was surprised at the man's strength despite his weak appearance. Despite this, he thrust the shreds of the paper in his face, angrily barking at him. "WHAT is this?"

"Uhm... it looks like Freddy Fazbear's band booked at the Party Pizza Palace tomorrow night."

"Mmmhmmm and where's the band I'm in gonna be playing tomorrow night?"

"At-the...erm.."

"How am I supposed to rock out with that rag-tag group cramping my style, Owen? How are those kids going to compare them to me?"

"What is it that started your little rivalry anyway?" The human asked, adjusting his glasses. "I mean, you had to take a paycut at the last gig you worked at together but--"

"But?" Monty growled and stood up, towering several feet over the human. "But nothing! Ever since that bear chose Foxy's folksy pirate ass over my rockin' bod, I've had to do everything to keep from being upstaged. Playing at the same place ain't exactly something I'm used to, you know?"

"Well, the owner of the Palace did promise us that the bands would both receive equal billing for your appearance. So..."

"So. Basically what you're tellin' me is to suck it up and take it like a good gator." He seated himself with a lazy flump, his muscled arms draping over the sides of the chair. He let out a long sigh of frustration before lifting one of his arms up, finding his star-shaped sunglasses and putting them over his fiery-red eyes. "Well... I guess the show must go on, then." He said with a sigh. "But this is coming out of your pay."

"You don't pay me, the band does." Owen replied smartly.

Monty growled softly. "Yeah, yeah. I'll just have to make sure that those kids know who's the biggest rockstar, ever since I left Freddy and his party it's been tough to catch a gig. I need to do something better, I need to break out on my own."

"Would you like me to run that by the band?"

"Don't be a smartass."

The human smirked. "Well you guys did want to hire the best, right?"

"Heh."

The evening passed into nightfall as Montgomery and his crew turned in for a good hard rest, but over at Freddy's, another discussion was taking place:

There was a flash of lightning, and the booming crack of thunder that caused Freddy Fazbear to lose his train of thought. The sound of hard rain pouring against the glass of the bay window was helping to drown out much of the sound as he and Foxy discussed their own plans for the next day's events:

"Listen Foxy. I just don't think you bringing an accordion along's going to help. Why don't you play keyboard instead?"

"Because I always be doing the keyboard when me one true instrument passion is the accordion. You know this Freddy." Foxy growled and crossed his arms. "Every gig we get ye promise to let me play the accordion on the next one, then the next one, then the next one...I been getting shafted every performance!"

The bear sighed. "Foxy, when Montgomery left, we've had to fill in some very different shoes, kids these days aren't entertained by accordions or banjos or xylophones. No, they need new, rocking entertainment. Even Chica has considered putting down the maracas and picking up some drumsticks. So please, for the band, stick to what we need okay?"

"We never needed that gator anyway. And he bit my hand off too!"

Freddy sighed and slapped a hand on Foxy's shoulder. "That was Captain Hook, and that was a crocodile. Monty is a gator."

"Oh... right."

Foxy sighed to himself as he parted ways from Freddy; he was consigned to being the keyboard player again, it wasn't like he didn't enjoy it, but he wanted to have more variety. He didn't want to be some two-bit fox that lived fifty miles from the nearest body of water, he wanted to make something of himself. As he made his way along the halls, the lights overhead turned off and made him jump, and then the flash of lightning and rolling rumble of thunder made him pick his pace up to run for his room. He jumped onto the stage with one incredible leap and threw open the curtains, hiding himself back behind where his makeshift pirate ship and bedding were set up. Yawning, he stretched his arms out and climbed into his bed; but he knew he wouldn't sleep, not with the storm going on outside, it would keep him up all night.

Despite this, as soon as his head hit the pillow; Foxy drifted off into a deep sleep, the sound of the storm fading into the darkness.

The next day was still rainy, but less stormy as Monty and his new band arrived at the Pizza Palace; the place was more modern than Freddy's, but with its own unique spin for kids. Monty was dressed in a pair of shiny new electric purple shorts and a tanktop that exposed his musculature; he didn't care much for the costuming that his bandmates wore; he was backup vocals and a guitarist in his own right, and his performance was almost never seen by the audience, but he guaranteed to leave chills and thrills every time he stepped up to his mic. The glimpse of others brought Monty out of his thoughts and prompted him to lower his glasses to observe the approaching party; Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy all approaching with the look of determination across their faces, the females waving at Montgomery as they stepped to the backdoor alongside them.

"Monty! How wonderful to see you again!" Chica exclaimed.

"Head on in guys, I'll be along in a sec." The rest of Monty's bandmates each nodded and all entered through the door, vanishing from sight. "Hey guys. How's things?" He asked.

"Pretty good." Freddy said. "Been a while."

"Yeah, well. I had to find my own place. You know how it is."

"And what be your special talent?" Foxy taunted. "Swab the decks and suck their--" He grunted as Bonnie slapped his shoulder. "Ouch."

"Don't be crass, fox." She said. "Be nice."

"Sure, sure." Fox waved his paws and silenced himself.

Monty crossed his arms. "Not sure what you guys are doing gettin' gigs out this way. You've got your own little place, Freddy."

"Places like this are taking over everywhere." Freddy shrugged. "We don't get out here and entertain, we don't have the money to pay the bills at my... little place." He answered coldly. "If you hadn't cut and run--"

"Oh there we go. The jealous bear comes out to play." Monty groaned in resignation. "You know, there's a reason why I decided to leave your little band and join better ranks and here he is staring in my face."

"Urgh!" Freddy threw his claws up. "Forget it. It's impossible to reason with you!"

And with that, the bear stormed through the stage door, which promptly slammed shut behind him. Foxy and Monty looked at one another before the fox tried the handle, which wouldn't budge.

"Ye think he knows he just locked us out?" Foxy asked.

Monty huffed and jammed his hands into his pockets. "Fuck him." He growled. "I'm going around front. As he stomped off down the alleyway, Foxy shrugged and followed after him.

After a few moments of silence, Foxy spoke up. "We been missin' having you around." He said, that curt pirate accent ending with a choked out "arr".

Monty smirked, he admitted to himself he'd found it pretty interesting to have the pirate fox around. But his smirk soured, there was no way he'd ever admit it to the fox. As the pair turned the corner onto the street in front of the theater, they bumped into someone apparently in a rush to get to the front door. A tiger, about half Monty's height and just a couple inches shorter than Foxy bounced off of them and landed on the pavement. "Eeeyowch!" He howled in surprise.

"Oh, jeez. Sorry 'bout that kid. Guess we were in a rush and didn't see you there."

"No, no. It's all right." The tiger said, finding a pair of wire frame glasses and putting them on. He was a pretty gangly sort of fellow, with seemingly only enough muscle to hold his short sleeved red shirt on his shoulders and his awkwardly baggy bluejeans on his legs. "I'm just--I'm... in a hurry..." His voice faded into an agape expression. "Oh...man I can't believe it! Montgomery Gator and Foxy! Both of you! Oh my gosh! I am your biggest fan!"

"Ye are?" Foxy's eyes widened in surprise.

"But you ain't a kid..."

"I know, I know. I'm twenty-two but gosh...I've been a big fan of Freddy Fazbear's entire show since I was like ten!"

Monty thumbed his chin. "Still feels a little old for me, but it's great to have a fan." He grinned, exposing his razor-sharp teeth to the tiger.

"And what be your name, little tiger?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm Cameron... Cameron Cooper, but most people just call me Cam...and the people that don't like me call me C.C. since that sounds like a girl's name...ugh but I'm rambling, why am I rambling? Sorry. Sorry. I'm just excited to meet you guys."

"Check it out, Foxy. The kid knows his stars, he's already blushing just looking at me."

"Ye better check your ego, Monty. The lad said he was both of our fans."

"That ain't possible. Tell us kid, who do you like more? Me or pirate-boy over here?"

"Well I mean, you're both my favorites out of the entire band. But Montgomery I was positively broken-hearted when I heard you left Freddy's band."

"Haha please. Call me Monty and I'll call you Cam, kid. And it's not like I wanted to, Freddy and I just had some...creative differences."

"Aye. Their egos mesh like oil and vineg-arr" Foxy joked before realizing his accent made the other two laugh. "Oh be quiet." He gestured teasingly. "Ye comin' to the show then, Cam?"

Cameron was positively giddy, so much so that he almost missed the question. "Oh sorry, just getting over the fact two of my icons are calling me Cam. Ahem! Yeah, I was actually headed to the box office now."

"Great! We'll see you inside, after our bands play why not talk to the bouncer and he'll let you backstage. That way you get to meet all of us!"

"That would be a dream come true! Thank you Montg--Monty. And thank you Foxy! Thank you both!"

"Alriiiight." Monty retorted by sticking his tongue out and throwing horns with his index and pinky fingers. "See ya then!"

With a sweep of his tail, Monty brushed his claws through his mohawk and swaggered his way inside. Foxy, a bit simpler in his exit, simply saluted the tiger with his hook before making his way inside.

The concert was a success; Monty and his new band went up first, and they rocked the house to at least one hundred children and their adults, cheering so loudly that their little voices were barely holding their own against the hefty amounts of cake, ice cream and pizza. By the time they were done the children were bouncing off the walls. As their band went to leave, Monty grabbed the freestanding mic and roared into it, getting their attention. "HEEEEY KIDS! Guess what? We got an extra-special treat for you all tonight! Freddy Fazbear and his band are coming up next!"

"YAAAAAAAY!" The children all screamed in unison, as they all rallied in a mob of excitement in a frenzy as Monty dropped the microphone and headed toward the other group getting ready to come on stage.

"This'll teach you for having us as your warmup act, bear boy." Monty snorted as he patted Freddy on the shoulder and he walked backstage. He smirked wider as he heard the children in the audience simply lose it.

Two hours; Monty didn't know how they kept at it for over two hours, but somehow Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy all walked off the stage together after their performance, the bear sweating and leaning on the doorway as he glared at the lounging gator. "You son of a--"

"Ah-ah-ah, not so family friendly, Freddy."

"Fuck you." He growled in frustration. "You set those kids on us on purpose."

"Hey, I knew you could handle it." He kicked his feet back and laughed as Freddy fumed.

"Okay, okay you party animals. I don't know how you do it, but you guys all wrangled in more business in one day than I'd gotten in the last two months! I guess you guys have earned these..." The man walking in was the manager of the Palace, a hulking tall red wolf wearing all black with a red tie and a pair of shades over his blue eyes. He pulled them down and then extracted several slips of paper from the breast pocket, handing them to each one as he walked past until he reached Foxy and Monty near the back and handed him their checks. "You two being the back performers of your respective groups should not be given the right to just invite fans backstage, especially in my place. Got it?"

"Understood, sir."

"Arr!"

Both looked at their checks, then looked at each other before Monty growled in frustration. "Hey! What's the deal? This is at least a hundred dollars less than the bear's getting."

"The bear is the front of the band, gator." The wolf said walking away. "And you're the warmup act. You gotta understand your worth. Your friend is in the green room, by the way."

Monty was so frustrated that he crumpled the check in his claw. Foxy patted his shoulder. "Hey, I got the same. Just guess they don't value us like they should, ay mate?"

Monty grumbled and looked up, the rest of the band had already left the backstage area and were probably headed home. He sighed loudly and got to his feet. "Well, I'm out." He said.

"What about Cameron?" Foxy said. "The guy said he was our biggest fan, shouldn' we--"

Monty groaned and sighed, looking at the fox. "Do we gotta?"

"Us little guys gotta have our fans, man." Foxy said as he strutted past the gator. "Let's go see about payin' him back for believin' in us. Yah?"

"Heh." Monty grunted by putting his arm around the fox's shoulder and the two of them headed back.

Cam was observing a few strange sculptures on one of the tables and screamed aloud as the two burst through the door, causing him to drop one of them onto the floor as he spun around in surprise. "Oh! Holy mo--I mean...hey guys! I didn't expect you guys to actually show up!"

"Why not?" Monty asked as he loomed toward the tiger. "You were invited, weren't you?"

"Ahhhh...ye-yes? I guess?"

"An' you just expected us to forget about ya?" Foxy asked as he locked the door.

Monty, towering over a foot taller than the tiger loomed in and immediately grabbed Cam by the wrists, hoisting them upright and pressing him against the wall with a dominant grunt; if the tiger didn't have fur, the gator would have seen the color drain from it as he was held almost to the tips of his toes, his tail curling behind him and sliding against the wall as he was held helplessly in place. "Wha-what are you--?"

"Oh come on." Monty said with a grin. "A twenty-two year old tiger obsessing over a big beast like me and a kinky little guy like Foxy? In particular, what part of that doesn't strike me as anything else."

Foxy had approached and crouched down in front of Cam, taking up the minimal space between him and Monty as he nosed the tiger's crotch. "Arr, he's already hard'n wet. I can smell it." He said as he unfastened the tiger's jeans and pulled them down to his knees. His fur couldn't hide the red as Cameron began to flush heavily at being exposed.

Cam was wearing a pair of string bikini underwear underneath his pants, red as his shirt and strapped tight around his hips, he produced an unexpectedly large bulge that Foxy bumped his nose up underneath, as he took in a deep, unrelenting breath. His tongue pressed wetly against the base of the tiger's pouch and Cam let out a soft gasp of surprise. "Nice'n musky too." He added as his good hand probed the man's crotch with a more thorough touch, his fingers not once slipping inside except the occasional teaser touch with his fingertips passing over the string and nearly pulling them down."

"Nice underwear you got there kid." Monty boomed. "You wanna see mine?" Cameron's mouth was agape and he gave a weak nod. Monty took advantage of the moment and his muzzle came in touch with the tiger's, his tongue briefly and lewdly invading Cam's mouth. "Gator got your tongue?" He added with a smirk. "Foxy, mind helping our fan with his shirt? It's about to get a little musky in here."

As Monty leaned away to peel his own tanktop off, Foxy rose from the tiger's crotch and dragged his claw and hook up Cam's hips, catching his shirt and pulling it up over his head. He too took a brief moment to slip the tiger a little tongue as Monty dropped his tanktop, revealing the massive body underneath. He unhooked his belt, but didn't bother removing it from the loops as he unfastened his shorts and dropped them down to his knees, revealing a dark purple jockstrap underneath it. It had enough glitz to be considered showing off, but the smell coming off of them told Cam that these weren't just bought for the show. As soon as Cameron's shirt was removed, Monty grabbed him at the back of the head and pulled him head first into his gator crotch. The smell was outstanding, masculine, musky and smelled like sex even. Cam had to use both of his hands to even get a handle of the gator's crotch and even then, he found his fingers tracing the straps around Monty's round, thick butt. Foxy chuckled and crawled in behind the tiger, his hand and his claw going up each of his cheeks and spreading them apart again and again, his hands sliding forward and probing the tiger's throbbing cock as it pressed hard between the strap of his underwear and against his stomach.

Foxy used his hook to catch it under the thin stringy waistband and dragged the back of Cam's underwear down just enough to reveal his crack and his warm ring of flesh within. And then took advantage by dragging his tongue along it. Cameron gasped again and moaned, having no choice but to inhale the musk forced into his face and the mass pound of flesh in the cloth that managed to slip into his mouth.

"You like that, Cam? You're into this kinky underwear, ain't ya?"

"V-very...very much." He replied with a blush, moaning as Foxy's tongue continued to press harder and harder against his ass, briefly darting in and out each time he tugged on the tiger's undies. He moaned loudly, his glasses heating up so much by this point he could hardly see through them.

Quietly, Monty removed the tiger's glasses and stared at him through his own shades. "Where we're goin' I think these'll probably be safer over here." He said with a guttural chuckle, putting them on a nearby table while Foxy began to focus on removing the tiger's shoes and taking his pants off, leaving him almost completely naked now except for--

"Would you look at this? Our friend has a nice pair of socks, cleaner'n a crab eaten out of its shell." Foxy pointed out with a chuckle resembling a pirate's "har har" laughter as he grabbed the tiger's sock.

Foxy had already gotten undressed with the exception of a pair of black socks that directly contrasted the white ones Cameron wore he cackled with more delight as he grabbed the tiger's feet, nearly toppling him in his excitement, but Monty caught him mid-fall, his crotch acting like a momentary pillow. "Nnnf! Careful with that, fox." He warned.

"Sorry, but I got an idea. Why not lay him down for a minute; arr, there ya go..."

Cameron was admittedly a little nervous laying flat on his back under a huge gator while being molested by a wiley fox. He was blushing so hard that his face was burning and just as he was settling in, he realized he was laying away from Foxy, who began to nuzzle and sniff at his socks, his own sock-clad foot climbing up the tiger's body until it reached his own muzzle. They smelled so good, and almost like sniffing the ocean. It was pungent with a hint of a salty stink to it like he'd been walking on the beach. But there was no sand to speak of, only the breathtaking smell. He was so hard now that his cock was already leaking and spilling precum into his soaking underwear as the pair rested half-side-by-side, now with their feet in one another's faces, his undies practically hanging on for dear life as his cock pressed them to their limits.

"Oh, you think that's good, huh? Ain't gonna top my rockin' toes." Monty growled.

Before he knew it, Cam watched the massive gator foot come down toward his face, like a slow-moving green avalanche and squish into his head. Instantly the musky smell jumped through the roof, and Cameron began to lick at Monty's toes, which flexed and curled around his face as he did so. Monty growled deep and curled his toes over the top of the tiger's head, prompting him to start licking halfway down his pad as he was practically smothered underneath, feeling the claw tips touch the back of his head as he turned from sock to bare foot, between Foxy and Monty in a lustful, wet orgy of tongue use.

Foxy upped the stakes a little bit, knowingly wrapping his finger around Cam's big toe and taking hold of the sock, slowly sliding it off his foot. He took one long whiff and tossed it to the side before taking his tongue to the tiger's bare foot and tickling him. Cameron giggled in spite of himself as the tongue crawled along the sensitive skin from heel to toes and Foxy began to slip his tongue, then lips over each toe. Doing so gave Cameron the instinct to do similar to Monty's toes as he went from his heel to his pads. He had to be careful due to the gator's sharp claws, but he managed to work around them just fine, Monty then lowering one foot and replacing it with his other, allowing the tiger to work with the other foot. Foxy did the same and he was now practically dripping all over himself from the ride.

"And now to see if you like cake." Monty laughed.

Cam felt Foxy pull his foot away and he rolled onto his back just as he saw Monty's thick rump falling toward him. Cameron felt the immediate heat of Monty's ass as it covered him, almost directly exposing his hole to him. He didn't flinch, and he didn't skip a beat before grabbing both of the gator's cheeks and spread them out, he dragged his rough, feline tongue along the heavy hide over his head as Monty practically sat on his head. He gasped and tried to escape the musk, but found that he couldn't even move. It was this point where he could feel Foxy's hand and hook tug at his underwear and drag them down and off of his legs, leaving his shaft erect and exposed to the cold air. The air was quickly heated as Foxy wrapped his tongue and then his lips around his shaft and began to move his maw down and back up again, easily ingesting the tiger's thick shaft and all of its associated beads of precum as he began to really work it with a mixture of twisting head and corkscrewing hand as he began to tug at the tiger's balls. The fact he couldn't do anything to stop either one of these guys made the tiger's toes curl, and when Foxy went from sucking his cock to licking his ass he could hardly contain his moans and cries of pleasure. What if someone was watching them? What would they think? The fact they weren't interrupted either meant he was being paranoid, or the one watching them was letting them continue without any interruptions. Soon the grinding of Monty's ass on his head slowed down, and he heard the man growl.

"Alright then, I think we're about ready for the grand finale. I hope you lubed him up real good Foxy 'cause not a lot of fans can take me raw."

Cameron froze for a moment, and before he realized what he was hearing, his body was effortlessly hoisted up and he was tossed over onto his hands and knees as Monty slipped his cock from his jockstrap. He was thick as a soda can, but as he felt Monty's flesh grind against his ass it might as well have been thick as a fire hydrant. Monty spit onto the end of his cock and then pushed it down. The tiger was not a virgin, but he clenched the rug under him with so much vigor it may have killed it. He let out a yowl as Monty penetrated him, and Foxy managed to catch the tiger's mouth and slide his shaft between his lips immediately slipping in all the way to his hilt, allowing the fox's balls to slap against his chin. Foxy moaned and huffed, slowly pulling his way back out almost in time with Monty's thrusting in. The pair were working off of each other to thrust the tiger between them like some sort of game of tug-of-war, and he was the lucky middle.

He felt Monty's claws scratch down his sides and grip his hips before thrusting in again, he could feel the gator's immense girth pressing against his stomach, rearranging his insides and making room for deeper and harder thrusts. He could feel the smooth fabric of the gator's jockstrap as it bounced wetly off his ass again and again as Foxy began to pick up the pace of his long thrusts, each one coming in with a new spit of precum that instantly shot down Cam's throat. Cameron swallowed every bit that the fox gave him, but he was nervous at catching everything, as he watched Foxy's eyes close, and his mouth droop open, he knew it was coming soon and he didn't want to pop like some balloon between them.

"Uuhnnnn...fuck...I'm close, gonna rock your guts, cat..." Monty growled incessantly as he began to tremble with every slap against the tiger's ass. "Nnnnhhh... ahhh.... Fffuck..."

Foxy was wordless, spouting off a few pirate-y sounds and hissing in between each thrust, his breathlessness catching up to him as he growled and began a long moan that started at the back of his throat.

The anticipation was too much for Cam, every trigger was firing off and every kink was going into overdrive for him. He finally gagged out a garbled moan and began to cum, thick, heavy pulses of cum shot up against his stomach and chest, then streams began to jet into the floor as his entire body tightened up and he had a full-body orgasm. This immediately set off Foxy, who howled and began to cum hard and salty ropes deep into Cameron's mouth, which immediately washed down his throat. All of this culminated in a low guttural roar from the gator, whose tail slapped down hard into the ground behind them as he started to pump his thick juices into the tiger's ass. It instantly began to fill his stomach, and Cam instantly felt filled, his stomach felt like it was distending from the heft being delivered by the gator girth, and the pumps just kept coming. Eventually, Cam's ass reached its own breach and cum began spilling out of both ends like he was a party favor. He could hardly say anything, he was swallowing as much as he could from both ends until the mess spilled over his mouth and started pouring onto the floor from both sides. He closed his eyes and hoped he wouldn't simply pop like the balloon he thought he was.

Eventually, with gasps of pleasure from both sides, the pressure finally ejected both gator and fox from the tiger, who collapsed to the floor. Panting and writhing in a pleasured agony of their fluid pools under him.

"Hey!"

The darkness filling Cam's mind felt neverending, he was wet and hot, and cold all at the same time.

"Cam! Speak to us!"

His ass was throbbing, his throat was tight, his body was in ruins, was he in heaven or hell? Did he die to his heroes so easily?

"Wake up!"

Cameron let out a loud gasp as he jolted awake again, both Foxy and Monty grabbed him to steady him and he realized that he was dried off, wrapped in a towel, and the two of them were still naked, wet and practically glistening under the lights provided by the small room. He sat up, and both of them looked at him with a mixture of worry and relief.

"Holy shit! You had us scared, kid!" Monty exclaimed, wrapping a massive, beefy arm around Cam's shoulder. "I thought we'd killed you!"

"Ye alright lad?" Foxy asked.

Cam still felt his body shaking, the pleasure was so intense that he didn't realize what had happened at first. "I... yes I'm fine! I think...I just had some sort of a pleasure coma." He said nervously. "Sorry if I scared you."

Monty groaned in relief. "You better be, I'd hate to think we'd pay our biggest fan back by fucking him to death."

"Heh. Heh." Cameron was trembling to the point where his laugh sounded robotic for a moment. "But what a way to go..." He said.

Monty nudged the tiger. "Okay kid. I gotta admit, you handle yourself pretty well. You've earned yourself a backstage pass to hang with us as often as you want."

"R-really?"

"Aye! We ain't had this much fun in a while. Could be good to shake up the routine with our number one fan, ay?"

Cameron smiled. "Then we'll have to do this again soon... I do have a question though... where are my undies?"

Night had fallen on the city by the time Cameron parted ways from Monty and Foxy near the corner at the end of the street. They would meet again, but as Cam approached the bus stop he was headed toward, he noticed there was something in his pocket, and as he pulled it out, he realized it was a large, thick-strapped jock strap. And not even thinking how strange it looked to the others at the bus stop, he gave it a long, deep whiff.

THE END