A New Kind Of Trust: Chapter 1
"Yeah well fuck you too" Deacon called over his should to the accosting duo by the lockers as he waded through the crowds in the hallway. Those two were always making fun of him. The jocks usually did.
"Hey fag" they called back, utterly ignoring him "you going out for some dick tonight?" the taller one of the two yelled over the oppressive murmur of the crowd. It was all Deacon could do to ignore them and continue to walk instead of run back and start yet another fight. But he knew he couldn't get into anymore trouble, last time the police were called and well... he wouldn't admit it, but he loved the thrill, but nonetheless, any more times like that and he would be expelled. He simply shook his head and continued for the door. Just thinking what it would be like to turn around and get into a nice brawl.
"You know what they say" a new voice resonated over the crowd aimed back towards the two jocks, cutting through the thoughts running through Deacons head, stirring him enough to look around. "you are what you eat, and I'd rather be a dick than a pussy any day!" The voice finished, leaving the jocks swishing their tails and cocking their heads.
"Poor puppies, looks like the cats have your tongues, you might want those back, who knows what your little girls are doing behind your back?" Deacon called, adding to the onslaught of insults, eyes scanning for the crowds for the little helper, with his thick tail thumping the ground with the excitement from fighting back, even though his fists were still by his sides.
"Now leave the otter alone and go live your lives in the closet, and when you feel up to it, come back for more, alright?" Deacon could see him now, a german shepherd, just an inch or two shorter than he was. They both smiled as they caught each others eyes, with the shepherd casting a sly wink in the otters direction that caused Deacons toes to curl just a bit. But an even bigger smile crossed his face when he saw the two jocks pushing their way through the crowds, mumbling to themselves as they walked away.
"Well that was fun, names Deacon, call me Deek" he said as he extended a hand toward the shepherd turning his gaze to examine him. All sleek black fur, save for a brown spot on his chest, just poking out of the collar of his shirt, and a small tuft on his chin. Just about his size frame just a bit less muscled.
"Kyoryoku, I'm new here, I have to say though, not exactly the warmest welcome I've had, but I'll take it" he said with a smile, casting his eyes over the otter. Deacon blushed slightly as he realized that Kyoryoku was looking him up and down. He didn't look at all very good, all he had on was a black tank-top and red gym shorts that barely met his knees, he was fresh out of weight training and all sweaty on his way home. One bright side was that his tattoos on his arms were exposed, he gave a slight chuckle as he saw the shepherds eyes fall on them and his smile crack open a bit more.
"Well I have to get on outta here, You stayin?" Deek asked tossing his head back gently.
"Yeah I still got a few classes left, why you ask?" Kyoryoku asked right back, adjusting his backpack slightly.
"Because after you get out, you now have yourself a ride home and coffee with a, much fresher smelling, otter" Deacon said confidently as he brought his head back to look at the broad shouldered dog with a grin plastered across his face. "Sound like a plan?"
"Sounds like a date to me." Kyoryoku said with another toe curling wink as he turned to walk past Deacon, giving his ass a nice smack as he trotted through the quickly dissipating crowds.
Deacon simply shook his head, what was he getting himself into.