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For once in his seventeen years of life, Jake Taylor's big brown eyes are bright and awake in his humanities class. Doodles abandoned in the margins of his notebook, the rabbit is focusing, ears and eyes attentively forward on the footage Mr.Anderson is playing on the smart-board. It was from from the point of view of a helicopter, a desert highway was shown, backed up with thousands of cars stretching to the horizon. Furs were abandoning their cars to walk on the side of the road, police cars flashed blue and red as they pulled up on the other side of the congested highway. An unseen woman is saying something about Denver being a safe haven for omega rights but the class is focused on the brutal display.

The class of 2016 watches in horrified silence as violence breaks out. A police rhino chases down a Labrador, he tases him, and when the dog was convulsing on the ground the rhino lays into him, bringing a baton down, over and over again. That rhino drops as a rock strikes him in the side of the head. The camera zoomed out and the road was chaos. Families were huddled together as cars crashed and fled for the side of the road. Civilians were attacking each-other too. A porcupine with a confederate flag baseball cap could be seen choking out a vixen on the pavement for no apparent reason at all. A truck, tricked out with floodlights and massive suspended tires and a Gadsden flag front plate, barrels over a family of five raccoons. The camera zoomed out farther and the madness roiled on.

Mr.Anderson stops the footage, pressing key on his school-issued laptop, with a black nailed paw. Jake was half relieved that he stopped the footage, but he also was morbidly fixed to the events on screen, wanting to see more of the horror unfold. Everybody in the class had been alive for this after all even if they were all no more than 5 at the time.

"I don't need to ya'll that this footage is of the Rout 70 hysteria disaster of 2002." Mr.Anderson was a large tubby boxer and his jowls tended to shake as he spoke. The sight was usually humorous, but the class was shocked silent in a rare moment of solemnity. Indeed the teacher didn't need to clarify the footage. This particular even was only one in many during the time of secession in 2002, put together the secession fallout made 9/11 look like a mere train derailment or church shooting. "I know witnessing this is shocking and it's one of sever moments like these from the triple state succession, however myself and the school curriculum thinks its important for all of you to understand the gravity and consequence of recent events."

Jake glances back awkwardly as he realizes a girl, a yellow lab, in the back of the classroom started crying. Her friends are whispering to comfort her and Mr. Anderson hands a box of tissues to a squirrel in the front row. The squirrel passes the tissue box back without word.

Mr. Anderson continues as the box is passed back student to student. "This can be a lot to take in, but I do emphasize that we will be working on an essay regarding the succession for the next three weeks of class. It will be our final assignment before winter break." On the white board his pawed hand writes: 'Due Monday; come to class prepared with a news source,' and simply; 'Family member.'

The box of tissues made its way to Jake, and he takes one for himself, just in case, before handing it to the black goat, Kyle, seated behind him. Jake doesn't consider himself a crybaby, but there's no denying he can be on the sensitive side, and who wouldn't be shaken after seeing a recording of several people's televised murders.

"Next class I want you to bring in a news source taken from the time of secession, and I also want you to think about family members you know who you can interview about their experience with the succession. Probably a parent or grandparent. Maybe even an older sibling.

"I want you to consider that your status quo is heavily shaped by the events from 19 years ago. Your lives are a direct result of recent events, so it might seem trivial to you, but I want you all leaving my class with an understanding of yourselves as part of a sociological and political system. Consider how your lives might be different If you were living in Texas or The American Colonies."

The tissue box finally makes its way back, and the lab was sniffling into one, seeming to have gotten her tears under control.

"Next week we will be digging into the civil rights tensions that eventual lead to the three state succession. We have 15 minutes to the bell, but I'm letting you all out early. I'll be at me desk if anyone has any questions." Mr. Anderson finished.

There's excited chatter, but not nearly as lout as getting out of class early usually would prompt. Some students, including Tyler, the black goat, head for the door immediately, excited at the prospect of starting the weekend early. Jake takes a moment to just be still and look out the window. It's winter and Christmas is just around the corner, just a month and a half away. The sun hasn't set, quite yet, the parking lot is already dimming.

He writes down his homework, in his agenda, an packs up his bag, tossing his textbook in and putting his writing tools in their own compartment. Several other students are still at their desks or circling around Mr.Anderson. The girl and her friends are still at the back of the classroom chatting and comforting one another.

Jake stands up and pauses a moment to eavesdrop on the conversation around Mr.Anderson. Having ears twice the length of your face has advantages, even if it did attract mean nicknames on occasion. A doberman was going on about some gruesome details and then a cow cut in telling the circle about some tragic story she had heard. Mr.Anderson seemed content to give the students the room to vent and simply listen, only cutting in to elicit sympathy where a student was harsh in their judgements.

Jake considers joining the circle, he likes to chat, and isn't all that shy, but that footage had thrown a wet towel over his usual chatty exuberance. He throws on his parka, and leaves through the door. He is greeted by a quiet hallway. He grabs what he needs from his locker and is plunged into frigid dusk as he walks out the school's front exit.

The cold seeps into his ears and he tucks them uncomfortably under his hood. The school's flagpole flaps proudly with the California Union Republic flag and bright white led lights from the football stadium illuminate a mural that proudly declares, 'GO CHOLLA HIGH TUMBLEWEEDS', in blue and yellow, with depictions of a desert landscape and purple mountains in the background.

Jake is in the front parking lot now and he leans on the chainlink fence that borders the football stadium, to check his phone. Breath forming clouds in front of his face he's disappointed to find nothing. The bus won't be for another 30 minutes and the lack of messages from his parents means that they can't give him a ride tonight. They would be expecting updates from him regardless. 'Hey guys, just waiting for the bus I'll keep ya posted'. Bored and cold he scrolls through reddit and then Tumblr. Grim politics mix with memes and random takes about the new marvel movie.

'Sorry I couldn't give you a ride tonight kiddo. Late night at the office. You got your pepper spay on you?' Pops up on his screen. It's from dad.

'Sure do. See you later. How late will you be?' Jake sends back after patting his coat pocket to make sure it's there.

His mom simply sends a heart emoji. Jake is surprised to get that much out of her as she's on a long shift at the hospital.

'Probably late at 9:30 with traffic, not planning on sneaking out are you? Just joking. We have hot pockets and leftovers in the freezer.' The rabbit sighs and tucks his phone away.

Jake's attention is brought back to the present as the chainlink fence next to him bends back farther as someone else leans into it. "Damnn bro.. you're just standing all here out in the cold, class fuck you up or you miss it that bad?" Tyler nods towards the football field as lacrosse players run drills.

Jake wants to say something snarky but can't find anything. "I guess both man." The sport or the community, he's not sure which. Jake has told the goat that he no longer plays the sport and that he misses it, but not why. He wrinkles his nose. "And yourself? You reek man, you better hope no teachers or security comes by." Jakes words come out as steam because of the cold.

Kyle giggles "m-heh m-heh m-heh" in that kinda nasally way teenagers do when they're stoned out of their minds. "Nah man I'm good. I do this like every day. No teacher here gives a shit anyway." Jake disagrees. Plenty of teachers love punishing students, but he keeps this to himself. Kyle trails off his mouth slightly open, staring at car lights as they go by on the road next to Cholla High school. Jesus fucking christ.

"Dude you're so fucking high." Jake doesn't know if he should be amused or worried.

"Damn straight man. You ever listened to music stoned as fuck. Because fuuuuck." The goat rocks in place to the music evidently playing in his left earbud. The other one hangs down, out of his ear so he can chat with the brown and white rabbit.

"You know I tried weed like once ever. Didn't even do anything."

"Thats because you didn't do it right bro. You gotta hold it in your lungs, if you're not coughing you're doing it wrong."

"Hmmf." Jake leans into the fence and looks ahead, thoughts churning with teenage angst. Maybe he should try something like that again, his teenage and high school years are approaching their end and he feels like he owes himself some of those classic experiences you hear about in movies. His parents are protective though and he can't blame them. He himself often feels fragile and fears what could happen to him. Especially at night. Sure omega rights are secured in California but you hear about rape in the news all the time. Plus they're near the border of The Confederacy of Texas and getting trafficked out of California and into Texas is just about every omega's worst nightmare.

Other students are leaving the building now and heading to the bus stop. Jake won't bother going to the stop until the damn thing finally pulls up.

Kyle is giggling to himself when his phones dings with a notification. "Dude imma dip soon, Nat and one of her friends wants to get some drive through and smoke. You should come with us."

Jake reflexively wants to deny the invitation. His parents would flip if they heard he was getting high, let alone with kids he barely knew. He could already hear the lecture in his mind; 'don't you know what could happen Jakey? There's a hundred alphas out there just waiting to get a sweet boy like you under the influence.' But neither of them would be home until late tonight anyway. Besides, he was like 90% sure that Nat and Kyle were betas, and even so, the rabbit was medicated and its hard to sus out someone's status by sight, or simple interaction alone. One has to get really up close and personal to smell someone's status, if they are medicated. In California, secondary sex wasn't printed on identification for safety purposes, so the only way to find out was if someone told you, or if they started smoking off pheromones from their estrus.

"Fuck it. I hardly get out anyways. You think they'll be cool with me tagging along?" What could happen when he was in a car with four other people? Caution was a good thing but Jake doesn't want to let fear rule his entire life.

Kyle stares and Jake a moment as his stoned brain processed the news. "Helllll yeah bro! Finally I get to kick it with straight lace Jake. Outside of school! Nat is always chill as long as your chill. I can't believe you said yes, I kinda thought you were agoraphobic or cripplingly anxious or something."

The rabbit feels an awkward shame bubble up inside him. "Hey man I talk to people you know that! I'm just not into the party scene."

Kyle waves for Jake to follow him. "I'm not trying to bust your ass, but talking in class is kind of different you know."

"I talk to people outside of class too man, just because we became friends from an English assignment doesn't mean I meet all my friends that way." The two of them make their way to the student parking area where they would presumably meet up with Kyles friends. The rabbit and the goat's friendship is a strange and unlikely thing but a weekend of procrastinating a paired project paper with video games and movies had brought the two together. Jake is usually strait laced as they come, athletic and polite. Kyle is smart ass stoner who sails through school with his smarts rather than work ethic. Regardless of their differences they are loners in their own ways and seem to just get each other.

"Yeah I get that you're chill, it's just that most of the people you hang with seem more like acquaintances. Don't get me wrong, you're kinda popular in a way, but even I don't know allot about you." And it is true. Jake keeps an emotional distance from everyone at school. It wasn't exactly intentional but it was a defense mechanism that seems to serve its purpose well.

Jake doesn't know how to respond. It's not an easy thing to hear about one's self but he likes the stoner goats honesty. "Eh well thanks for understanding me anyway. Sorry too I guess."

Kyle looks surprised. "Heh I understand you? I doubt it man. But thanks for chilling with me too." Amazing how an hour of watching televised extreme violence in class can spark moments of intimacy among friends. Drugs help too.

A car horn honk makes both of the boys jump with shock. Jake's rabbit heart is sent into racing adrenaline fueled terror before he starts to calm himself down. He realizes the the sound came from a green Honda beater with peeling paint and that Kyle is yelling at the laughing wild dog behind the wheel. Nat. Jake remembers her from geometry class last semester. From what he remembers she's know for skipping class and generally doing her own thing. Not surprising then that she and Kyle hang out.

"Fucking bitch.." The goat is muttering. Too high for this shit. Jake patted the stoned guy on his shoulder.

"Scared the shit out you both didn't I?!" Nat rolls down the window and and leans her head out. "Get in its fucking cold." Theres a white stoat riding shotgun and she nods at the boys somewhat aloofly.

"Squeeze in after me." Kyle says. "The left hand door doesn't open from the outside."

"You just about sent me out of my skin." Jake admits as he gets in and closes the door.

"And what's your name rabbit boy?" Nat says. "I didn't know Kyle had any other friends, especially not cute boys" "Jake feels blood rise to his face and he knows his nose is pink. He doesn't even like girls but that was forward.

"Hey!" Kyle snaps at her. "This is Jake. He's a chill dude. Don't fucking try and embarrass him"

"I'm not trying to embarrass him, I'm trying to embarrass you, dumb-fuck."

Jake realizes for a shocked moment that Kyle is actually blushing underneath his dark fur and black nose. "I hope it's okay I'm tagging along." Jake rubes at the back of his head, pulling down his head and letting his ears fall flat, feeling uncomfortable. Maybe he isn't wanted.

"Nat wants everyone to think she's a mean bitch, but really she just fails epically at social cues." The white stoat speaks up. "I guarantee she's more interested in asking you all about yourself than kicking you to the curb."

Nat gasps with offense. "Uncalled for Sarah! I'm not that inept."

"You were embarrassing him and you know it. Like for like girl." Sarah replies.

"Don't listen to her but you're welcome to kick it. If you're hanging with Kyle you're probably chill."

"Thanks, I mean, don't worry about me. Kyles the one who's zonked. Nice to meet you both by the way, Nat, Sarah. I'm Jake."

"Alright you asses, Jake here is kinda strait laced but I've convinced him to live a little tonight, even if he skips his turn on the blunt. Think you could get him home Nat?"

Jake was embarrassed to be asking favors already. Digging a crumpled up five from his bag, he says, "I can pay for gas."

Nat snatches up the bill. "It's a deal then bunny boy. I'm driving these losers home anyway and they're never considerate enough to pay. You guys should be more like cute little Jakey." Jake flushes at the infantilizing name as well as the compliments coming on thick, although he's beginning to think that Nat is like this with everyone.

Sarah swats Nat. "Thats speciesist."

"What! No it's not." It kinda was. Nat is backing out of the parking lot now. "Let's fucking get out of here. I'm hungry." She turns up her pop punk so loud it's hard to hear anyone speak.

"I promise they're cool once you get to know them." Kyle just about shouts at Jake. And Jake just smiles back, he doesn't even care if they're dicks right now, the act of just getting in a car to act like a teen feels electric and thrilling. Their cursing filled banter and rebellious attitude is alluring.

Jake is relieved that conversation is at a minimum with the radio loud as it is. Kyle is still stoned as hell and wouldn't be much help in navigating the conversation with the two girls.

Sarah flicks on the front light and Jake see's she's packing a little blue pipe with weed. She catches his eyes in the reflection and holds it out to him, along with the pipe. "Albuquerque's strongest and finest." She says.

Jake shakes his head with a nervous smile. Sarah doesn't seem offended and she takes a deep hit of the sparking green plant dust, making the bowl glow red. She exhales and wafts of smoke hang under the dim yellow light. Jake realizes that he might end up getting high anyway with all the smoke circulating, but truth be told he doesn't really understand how weed works. He sweats with some apprehension as he thinks about the strong smell seeping into his clothes.

"Can't you guys wait until after we get McDonalds?" Nat complains but Kyle is already taking a hit. Jake guesses he wasn't kidding earlier about how much he's been smoking. Despite her complaints, the wild dog takes her own hit at a stoplight. This worries Jake somewhat but he isn't about to ruin his moment of rebellion.

Nat rolls down the windows and Sarah empties the pipe onto the assault as they pull into the McDonalds drive through line. Jake doubts that they'll really be covering up the smell, but what do McDonald's employees care.

The stoned teenagers struggle to make their order coherently but soon enough they're grabbing bags of fries and burgers from a tired looking raccoon. Jake punches a straw into his sprite when he hears Nat offer the worker a hit. His blood turns cold, imagining police sirens and his parents disappointed faces. Of course that doesn't happen. "

Nah thanks though. my supervisor would have my head haha." And like that Nat puts the beater into drive and they're back drifting the sprawling city. Suburban block turns to mall turns to business block turns to undeveloped asphalt cracked and growing weeds turns to motel blurs to more rundown looking suburbs.

Nat pulls up in a rural looking stretch lined with trees and weeds, the asphalt that was once here, is almost gravel. Apparently this is one of the groups 'smoke spots'. They pass around the pipe again and the car fills up with smoke. Jake is sure he's feeling something from the hotbox. He's just a bit fuzzy headed and he's really enjoying his chicken nuggets. The flavor and texture of every bight assaults his senses and feels like ecstasy. He's focusing on his food a little bit too much when Kyle is about to skip over him again, with the pipe. Suddenly Jake gets a brilliant idea. It hits him like lightning. This must be how Archimedes felt when he had his epiphany and said 'Eureka' in his bathwater, or how Einstein felt uncovering relativity.

"Wait! I wanna try."

Nat seems delighted by the idea and slaps her paws together. "Haha watching a fur's first time is always so fucking fun."

"Heh no way. You sure Jakey?" Jake doesn't get why the goat seems hesitant. Wasn't it only an hour earlier that Kyle was encouraging him to give it a shot? And what's with this pet name? The guy must be way too stoned Jake decides.

Jake plucks the pipe and lighter from the goat's hands and holds it up to his lips like he's seen them do. Then he realizes that he doesn't know what to do from here. Wouldn't striking the lighter at this angle burn his thumb? He stares at it for a long moment wishing that eureka feeling of brilliance would come hit him again.

"Here I'll light if for you man." Kyle grabbed the orange bic and held the bow in place for the rabbit. "You gotta cover this hole on the side." Jake hadn't even realized that was there.

"Do I just uh?.."

"Suck in a breath in like you're swimming laps and just now surfaced for air, and just keep sucking." Turns out Nat could be very helpful when the inspiration stuck her.

It seemed like Kyle was gonna interject but he already had the flame lit. Jake sucks in like his little omega bunny life depended on it. He breaths in like drowning victim. He keeps it up for as long as he can.

All of a sudden he's hunched over ,and hacking coughs rip plumes of smoke from his burning throat. Kyle is touching him and trying to say something but Kyle can't feel anything other than his burning throat and lungs. Kyle is asking if he's okay and Nat is saying he'll be fine in a few moments but Jake can only hear the sound of his own ragged coughs. He can only hear the sound of his coughs and his heartbeat and the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. He kinda feels like he's falling, or spinning.

He opens his eyes, finally his coughing under control, he sees that Kyle is holding his shoulders and talking to him. The words don't seem to mean anything to Jake and he starts to giggle through his raw throat at the sight of the concerned goats mouth moving. How had he never noticed how downright bizarre faces looked before?

Nat and Sarah are saying something too but it's as abstract and meaningless as Kyle's words. Jake smiles dumbly at the warm fuzzy feeling spreading throughout his mind and body. Nat's music rushes over hum in what feels like physical waves, the drum and bass lines hitting through to his bones. He feels every fiber of his jeans has he rubs over them with his paws. Everything looks far away, as if Jake is seeing the world through a dolly zoom. Jake has his second great epiphany of the night: he is very high and it's beginning to freak him the fuck out.

"Ooooah whoooooah.." Jake hardly even realizes he's speaking as he looks around. He feels like he's floating.

Finally Kyle's words are starting to make sense. "Hey Jake, you good? You just took a mad fuckin' toke. Don't worry. What you're feeling is normal." Jake sees that the goat has somehow taken the pipe and lighter back. When did that happen?

"Uuuuuuaugh" Cough Cough. "Fuck."

He looks down at his lap and sees that his lap is covered in ashes. He moves to dust them off but then realized he doesn't want to litter them into Nat's car. New plan of action then: open the car door, stand up, and then brush the ashes off. Jake stares at the car's door handle. How did these things work again?

Before he can act, Kyle brushes the ashes from Jake's lap for him, to the car floor anyway. "Nat treats this thing like a garbage can anyway."

"It's true." Says Sarah although she's totally tuned out, looking at here phone.

"I'm not that bad." Nat says, but she doesn't seem to notice or care about what just happened.

When Kyle brushed Jake's lap, the rabbit had all of a sudden become aware of the fact that their calves and shoes were touching. He also became aware of an entire new spectrum of sensations in his body. He was glad is was dark so nobody would see him blush. High for the first time, and blood rushing, Jake tries to compose his thoughts.

Ever since he had found out he was an omega, the rabbit's relationship with sex as a concept was permanently altered. He was vulnerable, at risk, and sex therefore was something to be feared. Despite his own strong reservations, Jake is still a teenage boy and wants to get laid. He wants to hold hands and kiss someone, but he suppresses those thoughts usually quite successfully. On some level he believes a relationship isn't for him: sex and romance is just too dangerous for an omega.

But now the weed has brought physical sensation to the forefront and has it heightened. The act of sitting next to his friend has the rabbit's heart beating like crazy and breath coming faster. In all honest he hadn't really thought of Kyle in this way before, but all of a sudden being inches away from the goat, in the dark, is exhilarating.

Kyle has told him that he's bi, but Jake, reserved as ever, has completely neglected to tell the goat anything about his own sexuality or status. The rabbit is ashamed of being gay and an omega. To be one or the other is one thing, to be both is downright degenerate. His status as an omega isn't a tightly kept secret or anything, he just never told people. What of those comments Nat made earlier? Is Kyle into him?

Jake shakes his stoned head a little. What has gotten into him? His drugged mind has trouble parsing his thoughts but his flush rises higher as he realizes where he was going with his thinking. How long has it been since he's said anything. Time is much harder to parse for the rabbit after he took the hit. He should really say something. What is something normal people say?

"Fuck I think I'm really high." It wasn't really what Jake was hoping to say, but it would do.

"We noticed." Says nat. "Happens to the best of us."

"When you say the best of us, I hope you don't mean yourself." Jake can't keep himself from giggling. Kyle could be SO witty, sometimes. The rabbit feels the horrifying and alien urge to swat playfully at the goat's arm. Worse still he realized that he wouldn't at all mind hugging the boy.

Nat cranes around to glare at the two of them. "That wasn't THAT funny assholes." She regards the dark figure of Jake, eyebrows raised as if to waggle them in suggestion. Fuck. She's clearly on to him.

He wants to say something witty to impress the goat but he needs to divert the wild dog first. He opens his mouth, but his mind can't find words. He seems to be thinking in an oozing stream of abstraction. Eventually he settles on saying, "Your mom." That seems appropriate.

It takes a moment for Jake to realize that the other three furs in the car have erupted In laughter. It takes another couple moments for him to realize what he said, and suddenly he's laughing too. It wasn't funny. Not even a little bit. His attempt at banter was such a pathetic stoned non-sequitur that it drew the laughter out of their high selves anyway. Their laughter was infectious and for several minutes none of them could stop to catch their breath without breaking out into laughter again.

"This is so stupid." Sarah is saying wiping at her eyes. "I do have to say though, Nat, he got you. Your mom."

The phrase brings another round of laughter from the four.

Kyle raises his hand for a high five like what he said was a really clever dig. "It was not funny." Jake says, but takes the high five weakly anyways, if just to feel their paws touch.

Slowly the four animals get their breathing under control and Nat turns around to like directly at Jake with a serious expression. "My mom is dead."

Theres a moment when Jake's fur stands on end and his blood turns to frigid jelly. "Oh-oh god I'm so so sor-"

Kyle cuts in. "She's fucking with you man, her mother is lovely, alive and well, and made us tea last weekend."

"Way to ruin it Kyle."

"That was plain mean. You gotta be friends with someone before you pull something like that." Jake feels warm at Kyle's defense of him. Suddenly aware of their legs touching again, the rabbit dares to move just an inch closer. Hopefully the goat wouldn't notice.

"We are friends too! We just spent the evening getting Mc.Donalds and smoking in my car. Jake were friends right."

Jake felt a thrill at the prospect. A real out of school friend! "Y-Yes. I mean of course, I think you're cool." He hopes he's not getting fucked with.

"Don't lower your standards of cool Jake." Kyle nudges him, making their proximity more apparent.

Shockingly, Nat ignores that last part. "Told you so. You should come along more often Jake, you're chill." The thrill in his chest rises.

"Great! Sure!"

"I'm lighting up agin." Sarah says. "One more pass for the night." Jake could hardly understand how they could want more. His world still felt like it was spinning around.

Jake let the pipe pass by him by. The car is filled with smoke again and he suddenly feels kinda trapped in. He doesn't want to keep breathing in weed smoke.

"I'm stepping out for a piss." Jake does kind of need to go and it's a good excuse to clear his head with some fresh air.

"Don't die bunny." Nat is encouraging as ever.

"I'm going behind you." Jake is relieved that Kyle will be outside with him.

"I need to buy one of those standing urinals." Sarah says. "Men and alphas have it so easy peeing standing up wherever they like."

Jake and Kyle put some distance from the car and then Jake steps behind a tree to relieve himself. He yanks out his cock and balls and realized how sweaty he was getting down there. His sweat is cold in the frigid night and his junk shrivels up against his body. Trying to get his business done asap he lets go. It seems to take hours for the stream to finally stop, his high brain processing time strangely. He flicks the last of it from his foreskin and packs everything back away in his jeans.

He looked shyly at the goat as they traded places. As he heard Kyle's stream of piss start to hit the ground, Jake lifted his fingers that touched his junk tentatively to his nose. His nose twitched and wrinkled. It was a very omega-y scent. His meds blocked out most of his scent production, unless he was in heat, but it could still get noticeable where sweat gathered. Luckily he bets none of his new friends will notice with the stench of marijuana smoke in the old car.

Jake's hackles rise as he notices glaring white headlights In the distance making their way towards them, on the deserted road. He doesn't know if it's rational, or if it's the weed, but he wants to be back in the safety of Nats beater.

Kyle is making his way over again, seemingly unconcerned. If he wasn't on the verge of panic, he might have taken more interest in the faint smell of the goats musky piss. He would probably have been upset with himself at his interest, he didn't like to think of himself as so submissive and well, omega. But as it was, his natural urges were trumped by the primal urge for safety.

"Let's get back to the car." Jake says to Kyle.

"Okay man, I was just hoping that.." Jake is already going and Kyle scowls slightly as he goes after him. "Wait up for a sec, I wanna make sure you're doing alright."

Jake would be doing better if the car, now an SUV he can see, wasn't slowing down. He's about to urge the goat to get back to the car when red and blue lights start flashing from the top of the car.

Oh fuck. The police cruiser rolls to a stop behind them and Kyle stiffens before actually pulling Jake close by the shoulder. He would have been flushed and aroused given different circumstances. The two boys just stand frozen there. It's what your supposed to do when the cops decide you're under scrutiny, right?

The door opens and a jacked German shepherd gets out. Decked out in full police gear, she lumbers towards the two boys. Jake is breathing heavily and he feels like crying. This entire night had been a huge mistake! She walks up to them and regards them.

"You boys doing alright? It can be dangerous out here at night." She has a slight southern drawl. Jake feels the faint rising hope that maybe she isn't here to bust teenagers for drug use.

"Yeah.. Haha um. Yeah we were just getting a bit of fresh air. Well erm. We needed to use the restroom." Kyle said and Jake is grateful he could be silent. He doesn't know what would come out if he had to speak.

She nods. "Next time try doing that in private boys. I could have you written up for public indecency, among other things." The shepherd taps her nose. She leans in close and sniffs near both of them. She shakes her head, "Mary Jane is no good, you need to be staying sharp for school." She leans in for another sniff.

In a single terrifying moment Jake recognized the unmistakable scent of aloha on her and he notices her nose stop on him taking a great big huff. He watches horrified as her pupils dilate slightly and he swears he can see arousal on her face. He thinks of the diagram of female alpha cocks from sex ed. It's internal until the female gets horny and it slithered and protruded to stick out. Despite the situation and his sole attraction to men, the sent sends his blood rushing furiously. She checks their student IDs and learners permit cards, scanning them carefully.

"Okay Jake and Kyle, follow me." She grabs the boys and marches them back to the cruiser and they yelp and protest as she fucking cuffs their wrists in front of them. She opens the door and motions for them to get inside. Not seeing much of an option Kyle gets inside, but she's still holding Jake's arm. She grabs him by the scruff of his neck. He panics inwardly as the strength drains from his muscles and then he's surrounded by a deafening calm. The cop pulls him up to his tip toes by his neck, letting him go limp, his breathing becoming peaceful.

"HEY WHAT THE FUCK!" Kyle yells. Scrufing someone like that is a huge social taboo even in law enforcement its seen as an abuse similar to sexual harassment. Omegas, betas, and alphas alike can all be scruffed but omegas suffer the greatest effects and are by far the easiest. Scuffing does almost nothing to an alpha. Kyle's protests are a long way off to Jake. Somewhere inside he's terrified but the scruff has him in a state of forced relaxed calm. He just dangles there on his tiptoes, eyes glazing over.

The dog eventually tosses the rabbit into the back with Kyle. "I'm going to go talk to your friends in the car over there." She closes the door behind her.

Jake can finally feel weighted blanket of calm slowly recede. The sting of tears come as they start to drip from his eyes. His ears are pressed flat atop his skull and he's hunching down trying to make himself smaller. That cop was frightening him and he was in so much trouble. Kyle tests the door and, of course, it's locked from the inside. He tries to look out the windows but they're so tinted he can't make out anything.

Jake takes a deep breath to calm himself and Kyle grabs his paw and the rabbit takes it. "Shit." The goat says. "Shit man that's not fucking okay." He scoots in close to the rabbit and they just sit there, silent, high and scared, wondering what was going to happen.

Jake takes out his phone and wonders if he should just come clean to his parents now. It would take the guilt off of his chest at least. He'd be good as grounded until summer, but this night had clearly been a mistake. Right now he's too scared to let his parent know what's going on and decide to just sit in silence with his friend.

Ten minutes or so later the cop comes in and drops into the drivers seat, rocking the cruiser. The boys wonder why she didn't bring Nat and Sarah with her but they are intimidated by the dog's authority and instinctually remain silent until she speaks up. The cop looks directly into Jake's eyes through the rearview mirror when she says. "Alrighty boys, now I can already tell you're sorry. I suppose you both have families who care about ya?"

Jake chews his lip as more tears threaten at the back of his eyes. "Yes I mean. Um. I guess I should call my parents? They were working late and I just.." He says as he fidgets with his phone.

The cop regards him for strange moment and she glances at his phone. "I don't think that will be necessary Jake. Your parents out late often?"

Kyle sits awkwardly, seemingly forgotten for the moment. Why is she asking Jake this? Jake speaks up, yammering on, the talk a release for his terrified tension. "Yes! I mean my dads in IT and mom's a nurse. Their jobs are demanding to they're out most nights-"

"You sound very proud of them Jake. Don't let their absence make you act out okay boy? You better be a good boy in the future." She twisted in her chair to look at his eyes directly through the divider. "Am I understood?"

"Uhm-Yes! Yes Ma'am of course!" The rabbit stammers. Why on earth is she so fixedated on him? Is she focusing on him and not Kyle because she realizes he's an omega? Jake nearly shudders, cops are supposed to be good guys, but he is under no allusion that they aren't corrupt and prone to abuses of power. Don't be ridiculous, he tells himself, its good to be suspicious of cops ,especially in this city, but so far it seems like she only wants to help.

"I'm letting you two off the hook tonight, but I'm following your friend in her car there until I'm sure you're all home safely." She looks at both the boys now, sparing a long glance for Kyle. The boys heart's leap with relief! They can hardly believe their luck. The cop hops out and opens the street side door from the outside. "Behave from now on you two." she says as Kyle and then Jake climb out of the back of the cruiser. She un-cuffs them, Kyle first and then Jake. The rabbit freezes as he swears she covertly comes in for another sniff as she's unlocking his handcuffs.

The boys both exclaim their gratitude and murmur thanks before speed walking away. As they're nearing Nat's green beater Jake spares a glance behind him and is chilled to see the German shepherd looking right at him. He gets in the car and lets out the longest shakiest exhale of his life. He could hardly process the last twenty minutes.

The four of them sit in shocked silence for a moment when Nat cuts in, "Holy shit guys you okay? I can't believe she's letting us off scot-free."

Jake laughs nervously and trails off, not able to find any words. "Yeah. Yeah I guess." Says Kyle. "I guess we're super lucky, but I think she was acting kind of weird"

Sarah speaks up. "Yeah. Dude I asked to see her badge and ID and just she just brushed us off. She hardly even looked at Nat's license." That was odd. Not just odd, but frightening too.

"Not to mention she's letting Nat drive high. Did you manage to convince here you're sober?" Kyle asks and then looks over his shoulder at the bright headlights of the police cruiser.

"No... I didn't but she honestly didn't seem interested in us that much at all. Maybe she's used seeing to this kind of shit."

"Let's just get going guys I really want to go home." Jake says honesty.

Neither Jake nor Kyle mention the scruffing. It was disturbing and has them both shaken. Kyle can tell Jake is deeply ashamed and he doesn't want to embarrass him.

"Yeah, me too." Kyle agrees. Nat and Sarah grunt in agreement and soon they're pulling out onto the road with the police cruiser right behind them.

Nat has Jake's address up on her phone's navigation because as it turns out, he conveniently lives closest to their current location. The car has been silent the entire drive. Nat doesn't even bother to put on music. She's at a stop light when Jake checks his phone. 8:30. It looks like he will have time to get home and sneak in before either of his parents, leaving them none the wiser. Barely.

"Do you guys find it weird that she's still following us?" Sarah asks.

"Not really, she told us she was gonna follow you to make sure we all really home. Didn't she tell you?" Kyle says.

"News to me, but I guess it's not surprising." Nat says.

Jake feels relieved as she pulls onto his road. "This is the one." He says and Nat rolls to a stop in front of a small adobe suburban house with gravel out front where a lawn might go in a wetter climate. Iron filigree bars cover the windows. Jake wants to say something as he leaves but he's still so high and emotionally wrung out. He doesn't know what to say.

He's taken from his thoughts when Kyle gives him and unexpected hug. "I'm sorry tonight turned out like this Jake. Let me walk you to the door."

Where Nat might usually have made a joke at their expense, she instead just say. "Yeah tonight ended up sucking but I did have fun meeting you, see ya around?"

"Usually were more fun." Sarah says.

"Yeah.. See you guys around.. I really did have fun meeting you.. Friends?"

"Of course."

"We were nearly arrested together, how could we not be?"

With that Jake makes his way his way up to his front door and fumbles with the lock and his keyring.

"I really am sorry tonight turned out like this... I hope you had fun before.." Kyle says more shy than Jake is used to seeing him.

"Yeah. I think I did. I've never done anything like that. It's not your fault anyway so don't apologize."

"Mmm." Jake feels the desire hug the goat and kiss him on his mouth. But the police officer is watching from the side of the road and his mind and his mind and emotions are frazzled from the weed and what just happened. He briefly considers giving Kyle a peck on the cheek but settles on squeezing his hand. Jake could feel his stupid nose going all pink.

"Night Kyle."

"G'night Jake. Text me later okay?"

"Yeah you too. When you're home safe, yeah?"

After Jake closes the door he watches from the window as Kyle gets back in the car and they take off down the road. The police cruiser lingers in front of his house for a moment before leaving as well.