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Savanaah Blues part 3 By Roofles the otter

The bagel shop was another guilty pleasure the hyena had. His lust for food was only ever quelled with a donut in paw. There was something about that glazed, chocolate sprinkled, deep fried, batter dipped, butter soaked, heart stopping, artery clogging pastry that could silence the rumble of his stomach. Isaac took a large bite of the donut, ending up shoving the rest of it into his muzzle the next second with a massive grin on his face. His ears perked up as the tip of his tail wagged, subconsciously, but happily. The wild dog watched him with great amusement. If you ever wanted to make a hyena happy, he learned, just put a plate of fresh donuts in front of them. A cup of fresh, steam rising, bowel expelling coffee helped he had to admit. Drenched with thick irish cream of course. Something so simple could make the man across from him in the highest of spirits. And in turn the room itself seemed to light up with it. The two hadn't drawn a crowd coming in. In fact their presence was washed away by the cats next to them who sung in high spirits about a test they passed and the congradulations that were in order because of it. But as the hyena bit into that donut Jack could've sworn the whole room lit up as if the dull, stale, lifeless color in it before was swept away with a new coat. The sun coming out from the gray clouds shining a single ray on them through the window brightening the room itself. The clerk behind the counter, a thin ringtail, seemed to take notice as well as the giggling Caracel's in the booth next to them looked over. That or it was all in Jack's head, either way he was glad he joined the hyena after all. Isaac was blissfully unaware as he picked up another donut, sticking a chubby finger into the hole and twirling it around in the air as he leaned agaisnt the table. "So, what brings you out here today?" He asked with a goofy grin playing at the game they always seemed to. "Well." Jack adjusted his collar of his coat again. "I saw this dashing 'dog' in the window and had to come in to ask how much he was." Isaac attention was focused on the donut on his finger. Licking the glazed outside slowly with (what he always assumed to be) an oversized tongue. "I'm not a dog. We've been over this countless times." "Yes, yes. I'm well aware that your 'supposeable' related to the ferrets." "Distance cousins last I recalled." Isaac opening his muzzle slowly, inching it forward just enough for his teeth to peel a then slice of the donut off. Clamping his muzzle shut he chewed the piece giving a loud swallow and a silly grin to the wild dog watching him. "Can't you eat like a normal man for once?" Jack shook his head tossing up his paws in defeat. "I always play with it before I eat it," Isaac stuck his tongue out after giving him a wink. Jack leaned forward on the table taking the cup of coffee in paw and feeling the warmth against his pink paw pad, watched it with a keen fascination. "Do tell," he inquired. "Well!" Isaac spun the donut again on his finger before taking a large bite out of it, speaking with a full muzzle crumbs falling to the table. "I like to make sure I got a good grip on it." He swallowed licking his lips, continueing. "Then that's when you taste it. Just slobbering it up nice and good, making sure every taste bud gets a good long taste," he murred devilishly with another wink. "Before opening up wide and slowly taking it in, all the way to the back sealing your muzzle around it and," he grabbed the table side with both paws giving a powerful hip thrust shaking the whole booth before bursting into a fit of giggils again. His laugh echoing around them making his ears fold back and a blush fill his cheeks. "Well you get the picture." Isaac cleared his throat picking up his cup and downing half of it well aware of the eyes on him. This was why he tried not to laugh. Genetics could be such a bitch sometimes. Jack adjusted himself, shifting his weight back to the side before clearing his throat as well. "Yes, I think that's usually how it goes." The dog folded his large ears back unable to look at him. Why was he getting so flustered over something like this? The two joked about this stuff all the time. But as a paw brushed his leg he felt a jolt of electricity shoot up his spine. He bumped the paw casually, as if it was by accident. Isaac didn't pull away or even seem to notice. Or maybe he simple didn't care. Did he enjoy it? What if he just pressed a bit more. Pushing his paw against his again the hyena looked at him. Those amber eyes burning like fire. Isaac looked away pressing a paw back in return. The hyena paws were larger than his and in the end Jack easily lost as his foot was 'stomped' on. Isaac didn't pull back leaving his foot where it was and Jack found his other paw resting on his. Isaac returned the favor and put his other paw on his. The 'jinga' they formed toppled over as Isaac didn't feel like keeping his heavy paws up. The crumbled mess grouping together in the middle again. No words were exchanged in the action and Isaac didn't even seem aware of the encounter transpiring at all. Jack scratched his arm looking away from him staring down at that cup of coffee, steam rising from its frothy brew. Black fur, stained with brown splotches. It wasn't perfect or trimmed. He wasn't a show dog or one of those "german shepards." Jack couldn't compete with that lot. His eye catching the pair of dogs coming in. He could feel the sting of tears in his eyes as the dalmations strode by in their prime. White fur with perfect, neat, tiding dots all over them. Jack blinked away the tears looking back at his cup of coffee. "I love what you've done with your fur." Isaac spoke evenly, his voice rich and warm like the frothy brew. "It looks much better than before." The turning point. Something that always seemed to pass in any friendship. One gives a compliment trying to cheer up the other even if they both knew it was without much merrit. But it was the act itself that mattered. Some would disagree, just stamp out the fire they were burning for them. Just say it wasn't true and destroy the conversation leaving a bitter taste in both their mouths. Jack wasn't going to be like that. Even if he hadn't done anything with his fur in months he was going to take that compliment, not be a "fag" about it as Isaac would so delicately put. Be an optimistic person for a change. He returned the smile. "They have a new catalog with some more 'exotic' tastes and one of them had tips for us." He refered to his species as was common for most furs to do. The tone of how it was said was the key to understand if they were talking about the 'family' or 'subfamily'. It took a careful ear to understand which was meant. He could have been refering to dogs in general or to the African wild dogs. In this case he meant the later, an easy tell. There was a brief silence that followed a common ground was set between the two and Isaac was glad that he took the compliment without being a 'fag' about it. "I hate foxes." He spoke evenly looking out the window. It was beginning to rain again, something that was always common in the northwest. "They're such prissy little things, thinking they're on top of the world. Everyone likes 'em." "Only 'cause everyone knows they're a bunch of sluts." Jack laughed taking a sip of his drink. "Society likes sluts. Perfect furred, well bodied sluts." He muttered his eyes drifting back down to the plate of donuts. He still had one on his finger but it was thoroughly licked clean. He picked up another one holding it up in front of his face inspecting every sprinkle on it. "They're fun for a while but no one can respect them." "Does anyone ever respect a slut?" Jack laughed a bit but his voice died off. "What defines a slut?" Isaac looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. "Well I guess that changes for each person. Someone that just 'whores' themselves out to others is a slut to me. And I don't mean a 'ho either! Someone that needs that physical attention and contact from others, even from friends." The hyena spoke not really putting much thought into it as he licked the donut. "Like when friends fuck around?" Jack ears drooped and he looked down at the table. "Exactly! Don't get me wrong I want nothing more than to grab a good bud, fool around and get our rocks off. Heck even just cuddling on the couch would be awesome. But what is that really if not being a slut? Just using someone for the physical need of it all." "Yeah, that is rather slutty." Jack mumbled losing his appetite pushing the plate away. "It's on me." He muttered looking out the window watching the rain beginning to fall. It suited the situation he figured letting out a sigh. "Do you hate sluts?" The words came out of his muzzle more as a plea than a question. "Not particularly, I just don't want to be one or be with one is all. I mean Richy is kind of a perfect example of a slut." Isaac shrugged thinking of the merkat. "What if, say..." Jack tapped his chin trying to make sure he worded it correctly. "It's been a real long time sense your last 'joining.'" Isaac smiled at the word, holding back a snicker. "And you were just with a friend and it was the same kind of thing but with a friend. Would you do something if the mood struck and something just happened to happen." "I am only a man." Isaac shrugged not even needing to think about it. "But I would feel like shit afterwards." He clarified taking another sip of coffee dashing any hopes Jack had as he swallowed. "I like to have some pride. I mean even with Colin," The name shattered Jack psyche. "And me didn't do anything." The dogs hope rose. "It was the first date. I'm not going to put out on the first date no matter how good a tongueing I get," he started to laugh clapping his paws around his muzzle to silencing himself. Jack smirked at him. "You really got to control that." "Control your ears." Isaac shot back making the dog wince. He folded his ears covering them with his paws. "Low blow, dude!" The both stopped and looked at each other before laughing heartily. "I miss this, its been too long since we've hung out." Isaac nodded rolling his shoulders and giving a mighty stretch. "If I ever did do anything, with a bud." Isaac said breaking out into a long yawn, smacking his chops. "It'd be with someone like you." "Oh really now?" The dog smiled his big micky mouse like ears poppy up. "And what, pray tell, would we do? Hm?" "Well..." Isaac stretched again looking up at the ceiling scratching under his chin. "I think it'd have to strike up with the mood." "I don't got to get you drunk first?" Jack mumbled. "That'd feel wrong," though the thought did come to mind in the first place. Isaac mock laughed. "I'm part irish, dude! It'd take a lot to get this belly drunk." He grabbed his belly and shook it. "I'm sure there's other things I could do for that belly." Jack smirked. "Protein shakes don't count." Isaac winked sticking out his tongue again. "But I give such good ones." The dog laughed, feeling his face grow warm as that large hyena paw touched his own again. "Your a good friend but I'm not sure if your 'that' good of one." The hyena teased sitting back in his seat taking another donut. "Well I'd return the favor," Jack said a little too eargerly. Glad that the donut had pulled most of his attention away from him, "any day of the week." He grumbled more to himself. Isaac dipped the donut in his coffee, rolling his tongue out of his muzzle about to take a bite when the sight of his friend caught him. He closed his muzzle offering the donut to him. "I dipped it, you got to eat it." The hyena pressed waving it in front of the dogs snout. Jack rolled his eyes, sticking out his tongue enough to give his finger a good lick. "Happy, now?" Issac pulled it back inspecting the donut. "You didn't even lick it." "I licked what I wanted to lick." The dog grumbled looking out the window again. It was really coming down now. "Like I haven't heard that before." Isaac smiled waving the donut in front of him again. The smile must've been infectious 'cause soon enough Jack had the same smile. "How about we pack these up and store 'em for later. I don't want it to start hailing or snowing on us!" The dog said shivering at the thought. Isaac looked out the window, his paw slowly dipping away from his muzzle. His amber eyes scanning the scene in front of him. Watching as a car sped by sending up a wave of water onto the window. He shivered. The two defiantly weren't made for this kind of weather. "We come all the way out here just to get rained out...again." Isaac pouted looking at the plate in front of him. He waved over to the clerk who was already packing up a box for them. It wasn't the first time this had happened. "It's like a five minute walk, if that." Jack rolled his eyes but jumped as another wave of water hit the window. The drain outside the shop was always plugged up leaving a giant puddle in front of it that people always seemed to aim for. The two bickered about the time deciding it was best to just time it. And so the two, using Jack's phone as Isaac had forgotten his, timed them walking back. The walking turned into a quick jog that in the end became a sprint for dear life. Neither of the two happened to enjoy the rain. Jack beat him to the door, the wild dog having been on the track team. Bursting forth he stripped down not even bothering that the door was still opened. Isaac soon followed him in, shutting the door behind him. "T-time?" Isaac panted keeling over against his locker kicking off his sandals. He began following the dog peeling off the layers of wet cloths he had on forming a small wet growing pile on the floor. Jack looked at his phone. "Seven minutes. Hm, it was a bit longer than i thought." "And we ran." Isaac panted holding onto his locker for dear support. "I'm never listening to you again." "Well I'm freezing," Jack wrapped his arms around himself shivering from the tip of his tail all the way up to his big ears. "You know, not to sound slutty or anything. But your bed does have three blankets on it..." Isaac looked over at him. "I'm keeping my unders on." He turned his back dropping his damp underwear taking a new pair and slipping them on. Without another word the hyena walked past him and climbed into his own bed, leaving the covers partially open. He turned towards the wall grumbling a bit, muttering curses about the weather. Jack mimiced his roommate switching his underwear, having half a mind just to keep them off. He hopped over setting his phone next to Isaac's and got behind him. Slipping a paw under the blankets and along behind Isaac's. The hyena shifted at the touch as he slid in pulling the covers over them. "Your only borrowing the blankets." Isaac said looking over at his friend. He lifted his arm in order to get a better view but Jack must've misconstrued it wronged and scooted closer. Slipping under his arm and resting his slightly damp muzzle against his chest. The wild dog put a paw on his stomach making the hyena blush. He brought his arm down and wrapped it around him. "Set your alarm clock. I want to make sure I'm up and showered before we head out tonight." "Sure," Jack mumbled nuzzling his chest. A minute passed by as the wild dog just rested against his friend, breathing softly and soaking in that warmth. He groaned pushing himself up with tired eyes. Reaching blindly behind him on the desk he grabbed the phone. Turning around so he was facing the room he rested back to look over it. "New message," it read. He blinked a few times before popping it open. "Hey, It's Colin-," Jack's ears fell down. He looked over to Isaac he was rubbing his muzzle against one of his pillows drool trickling out of the side of his muzzle as he mumbled something about donuts. He turned his focus back to the phone. Rubbing a finger across the keypad. "Message deleted." And with that Jack put the phone back, taking his own and setting an alarm in a couple of hours and tossed it back onto the nightstand cuddling back up with his friend...