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Hello! After this sitting on my computer forever, I finally finished it after a rather desperate oh-god-I'm-going-to-be-alone-forever fit I had which made me need to live vicariously, which resulted in the continuation of this story! So, hope you enjoy the fruits of my sexual frustration. Warning, this fruit contains small (and big) parts that are easily swallowed, so no one under the age of 18 is allowed to continue. Misuse or theft of the fruit will lead to death.

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Weeds

Chapter 4 - Rinse and repeat

The young female fox stared at the two sitting at the kitchen table, who were watching right back.

"So..." she said, slowly walking over to the table and standing behind a chair. "Is there something I should know?"

Ham opened his mouth.

"Thought you said you weren't going to ask any questions," Jason said before Ham could even make a sound.

Sammy looked at the fox. "Fair enough." Her fingers slid over the chair's edge. "Kind of a lame story you came up with, though."

"What do you want?" Ham asked with the sound of defeat in his voice.

"Nothing," Sammy said. "Yet."

"Blackmail, really?" Jason said. "You don't even know anything."

"Does it matter? " Sammy said, sitting down. "Jack is easy to convince."

Jason glared. "What did we ever do to you?"

"Nothing. Yet," Sammy said again, smirking.

"You're kind of shady for a fifteen year old," Jason said.

"Sixteen," she replied.

"Whatever." Jason leaned forward, looking her hard in the eye. "So, you're going to use something you know nothing about against us if we do something you don't like?"

"Maybe."

"Well, I would think before you do," Jason said, leaning back.

"Why's that?" Sammy said, her fingers starting to fidget with the edge of her shirt under the table.

"Well, miss Samantha," Jason said, looking her in the eyes again. "You may not know much about what's going on here." He circled a finger on the table. "But we're not all like that. I've been here long enough to know."

"Know what?" Sammy asked, rubbing her shirt harder in her paw.

The corner of Jason's mouth lifted up, and his unblinking eyes narrowed.

"You don't know anything. I don't even do anything!" Sammy said, placing her paws on the table.

Jason just leaned back. "I'm not so sure Jack would say that."

Sammy stood up and glared at the fox. "You're lying."

"Just remember, you're not the only one who has eyes here."

Sammy's arm muscles tensed. "It was one time. How could you know?"

Jason grinned. "One time?"

Sammy's face flushed. "Please don't."

"I won't. Just like you won't. Deal?"

Sammy's lips pursed and she nodded.

"Now go," Jason said.

Sammy huffed and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room.

Ham looked over at Jason. "What the heck was that?"

"I had a shady dealer once. You learn to screw someone over before they screw you."

"Oh," Ham said, looking back towards the staircase. "So, what did she do?" he whispered.

Jason shrugged. "She's a sixteen year old girl. There must be something."

"So you're a lying creep," Ham said, glaring at Jason.

"Don't start that," Jason said, gruffly.

"I don't need to, it's already been started," Ham snipped back.

Jason threw the bag of peas from his lap on the table. "I thought we said we would drop this."

"Well, I guess I'm not over it yet."

"Well, I am. I think we need to spend the day alone." He stood up from his chair.

"Sounds good to me," Ham said, turning away from the fox and crossing his arms.

Jason walked out of the kitchen and disappeared down the hall.

Ham gripped his arms tightly. He felt his eyes start to well. He stood up and walked outside wanting to be as far away from Jason as he could be.

The signs of the storm were still all around in the morning light. The damaged corn had wilted and the puddles had dried, leaving messy clumps of leaves and small twigs embedded in the mud. He walked out past the tractor building and kept on going. His feet took him down the fence, through the fields, far from the house. Finally he was in the small grove of aspens.

The cold, wet morning air had started to warm with the sun, and a gentle breeze blew the leaves just like the night before. Ham sat down on a wide rock towards the middle of the trees. As he listened to the birds in the branches, he curled up and tucked his head between his knees. He knew he'd get yelled at for not being home, but he wasn't in the mood to care. He just needed to be alone.

His head popped up when he heard a twig snap behind him. He turned around to see Jason looking at him from the edge of the grove.

"Dammit," Jason said. "I thought you wouldn't want to come back here."

Ham just turned back around, stood up and started walking away from the fox.

"Ham!" Jason yelled, starting to walk further into the grove. "Wait!"

Ham started walking faster. He was almost past the trees when he heard Jason yelp and fall to the ground. He sighed and turned around to see Jason lying face down on the ground. The fox looked up and then back towards his feet to see what he had just tripped over.

Ham thought about making a run for it, but when Jason shifted a pile of leaves to reveal a stone cross, he found himself walking closer instead.

"Who is Harvey?" Jason asked, running his paw over the name carved into the headstone.

"I don't know," Ham said, squatting down next to Jason.

"It doesn't look very old."

Ham shook his head.

"Who would bury someone on your farm?"

"I don't know."

"And why was it covered in leaves?"

Ham shrugged then reached out and felt the letters for himself. "No one's ever mentioned a Harvey. Must not be from my family."

"Weird," Jason said, looking at Ham.

Ham nodded. "Yeah."

"Dude. You have been jerking it on someone's grave. That's kinda fucked up."

"I... I didn't know..." Ham said, looking down at the ground they were standing on and moving over to the side. "Sorry."

"You're going to hell for sure now," Jason said, laughing.

Ham gave a fake chuckle, still looking at the headstone. He leaned forward and covered it back up with leaves, then stood up. Jason joined him.

"So... I... umm," Jason said. "Now that I've had a lot of time to think about it, I'm really sorry how this all went down."

"The grave?" Ham said, looking up from the pile.

"No, last night. I was a real dick."

"Yeah, you were. But, I'm sorry I broke your face... and your balls," Ham said looking down at the fox's crotch.

"That was pretty low. I wasn't lying about how bad I wanted to fap, and you didn't really help."

"Sorry."

"It's ok. Are we still friends?" Jason opened his arms for a hug.

Ham walked in and got a tight hug. "I... I should probably tell you something."

They pulled back from the hug.

"I don't get naked when I masturbate," Ham said, looking away. "I just wanted to see you naked."

"I figured," Jason said, smiling. "It was kinda fun not wearing clothes outside though."

"Yeah," Ham chuckled. "Also, I usually just do it in shower. I really only come out here when I don't want to rush."

"I'm sure he appreciates it." Jason looked down at the grave.

"I'm sure he's just flattered."

They both laughed.

"So," Jason said. "Shall we go back now? Maybe we can still catch breakfast."

Ham nodded, and they both started walking to the farm.

When they got to the house, they managed to get a few leftovers before Jack put them to work. The whole family had to work longer than usual to make up for the lost hours from the storm, and by the time they were done, the sun was just touching the horizon.

The family sat on the patio eating dinner because most of them were too dirty from the muddy work to step foot in the house. But, when the bugs got too bad around the lamps, Sally ordered them to take turns in the shower. They carefully walked up to their bedrooms and peeled out of their dirty clothes, which she took down to be washed, and they sat in their underwear waiting.

Becky was first, and was out as quickly as she could since she hated bathing, the suds barely washed from her fur. Sammy took a while longer, but decided to be courteous and save some hot water for the others.

While they waited, Ham and Jason sat on their beds in their boxers talking.

"Orange," Ham said. "What's your favorite color?"

"Blue," Jason said. "Favorite band?"

"I don't really listen to music much. Maybe the Beatles? You?"

"Arosmith. Favorite food?"

"Gram's green bean casserole. You?"

"Burgers." Jason said. He smirked at the rabbit. "Ok, how about something dirty. Favorite position?"

"Umm..." Ham said, shifting. "Doggy-"

"Hey boys," Sally said, popping her head into the door, making Ham jump and cover up the growing lump in his lap. "Sorry to do this, but do you mind if Pa goes first? He's filthy, but he thinks he's fine, but I'm not letting him into the bed tonight like this, and he said it's now or never."

"That's fine," Ham said, wondering if she had heard their conversation.

"Great. I'm going to go after him, and then it'll be you too. Sorry if the water is a little cold by then." She smiled and closed the door behind her.

Jason smiled at Ham. "Doggy style, huh? Top or bottom?"

Ham blushed and looked at his lap. "I don't know. I've never done it."

"Well, I guess that makes two of us then."

The room was silent for a while.

"You?" Ham asked awkwardly.

"Oh. Hmm, cowgirl."

"Ok." Ham shifted again, sliding the lump down his right boxer leg, but trying to not draw attention to it.

"So, how come you're a virgin if you've got a cock like that?" Jason said, tired of pretending Ham didn't have a massive erection.

"People..." Ham said pulling the edge of his boxers closer to his knee, "don't really like me."

"Why not?"

"It's a really long story that I don't really feel like explaining right now. But it involves my parents."

"Oh," Jason said, remembering what he mom said in the car on the drive up.

Ham looked out the window, seeing his reflection in the dark glass. "That, and the whole... you know... being different.... thing."

"I guess that makes sense." Jason itched his chest, trying to figure out a way out of the conversation he started.

"What about you?" Ham asked, looking back to Jason.

"What about me?"

"Why are you a virgin?"

"I'm not a virgin!" Jason said defensively. "The one chick went down on me, remember?"

"Oh." Ham said, shifting, not realizing that he was peaking past the edge of his underwear. "Didn't know that counted."

"Well, it does," Jason said. "But," he continued, "the reason I haven't got further is because... well... I guess no one really likes me either." His ears folded down and he looked at his feet. "Or, at least it seems like that sometimes."

Ham scratched his feet together.

"But," Jason said, "I don't really have an excuse. I'm just a looser. No job. Bad grades. All I really do is sit around all day and smoke pot and play video games. Even my friends hate me. I'm not very nice. No girl wants to be with that. And I'm not good looking enough to have them lining up even if I did do something better with my life."

"Well," Ham said reluctantly. "I think you're good looking."

Jason looked up at the rabbit who had a smile on. He gave a halfhearted smile back. "Thanks... I guess." He looked back down at his feet. "Ham? Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I... I never did get a blow job. It was just a drunk girl at a party who shoved her paw down my pants and then passed out. And then threw up. So, I'm a virgin too."

"It's ok."

"Also, your dick is hanging out."

Ham blushed and crossed his legs as he tugged on his boxers. "Sorry."

"It's ok. I'm getting used to it by now."

Ham tugged hard enough on his boxers that they were practically sliding down his hips. "It has a mind of its own."

"I bet. At least you can take care of it soon. Want to go first?"

Ham nodded, squeezing down on the hard shaft stuffed against his thigh. "I'll be quick."

They both heard a knock on the door as it opened up and a head wrapped in a towel popped in. "You're all set." Sally disappeared and left the door ajar.

Ham quickly uncrossed his legs and stood up quickly, turning away from Jason, but not quickly enough for the fox to not notice the large wet blotch at the very edge of his boxers. Ham hurried to his dresser, pulled out a fresh pair of boxers and rushed out of the room, trying to cover up with the crumpled wad in his fist.

The rabbit closed the bathroom door behind him and bit his lip.

"Fuck you," he whispered to his cock as it strained against the fabric.

He walked over to the sink and placed his fresh boxers down. He shimmied out of his old underwear and stood in front of the mirror looking at himself. He had a smudge of dirt on his cheek that he rubbed at as he looked down.

His cock was standing straight out in front of him. He lifted it up and rested it on the edge of the sink and sighed. A drip of precum fell from his tip and slid down to the drain. He looked at himself in the mirror again.

He slid his cock off the sink and turned around to the shower. He stepped into the worn, old tub and pulled the frosted clear curtain around him. The warm water spilled over his body. He tried to get it to go hotter, but too many had tired that earlier in the night.

He lathered up his fur quickly, and gave a slow, tight tug along his aching cock, moaning softly into the falling water. He hurried up, and washed the suds from his fur, watching the dirty streaks swirl towards the drain. He squeezed an extra big pile of conditioner into his palm and started rubbing it over his body. His slick paws slid down his stomach and down his shaft. He bit his lip as he pulled back up. He turned around, letting the water run down his back as his fist started moving up and down his cock. He let himself breath only as heavy as he thought could be drown out over the sound of the splashing water. As he worked himself, his free paw moved down to his heavy full balls and gave them a squeeze.

"Yes... just like that..." he whispered to himself. His paw squeezed down on his tip, then slid all the way down to his base as he thrust his hips. "Do you like it?" he said, closing his eyes and imagining Jason in front of him. He started moving his paw quicker as he pictured the fox's paw doing the job.

He heard a creak, and his eyes shot open. Through the frosted curtain he could make out that someone had just opened the door and he spun around, shoving his cock against his thigh. "I'm in here," he said, feeling stupid for stating the obvious, but not knowing what else to say. He peeked over his shoulder at the orange furred blob, not able to tell who it was. Then the figure dropped its boxers and started walking closer. "Uhhh...." Ham said, looking forward again, frozen, not sure what to do. He heard the curtain open and he just stood there, feeling the cold air hit his back. The curtain closed again, and the small area in the shower quickly filled with warmth again.

"You were taking too long," Jason said. "And I want some hot water too, so move over."

Ham just shifted out of the way and saw Jason step into the water stream out of the corner of his eye.

"Could you pass the shampoo?" Jason said.

Ham reached out and grabbed the bottle and handed it to the naked, wet fox standing next to him.

"Thanks" he said, taking the bottle. "You know... it's a little cramped in here with you standing right there," Jason said, pressing his side against Ham's back. "Just saying."

Ham felt the warm body touching him and took a small step over, but not enough to make much of a difference.

Jason sighed and faced Ham. He looked down at the dripping rabbit, still turned away from him with his paw stuffed firmly in his crotch. Jason reached over and cupped the rabbit's ass, which made him jump and loose his grip on his cock, which popped right up and hit the shower curtain.

"Damn," Jason said, leaning over to get a better look. "It's bigger in the light." He grabbed Ham's shoulder and turned him around. "Did you already shoot your load?"

Ham shook his head, making his cock do little circles as it hung in the air.

"Good. I kinda want to see this thing in action. I bet you shoot far."

Ham nodded and he noticed that Jason's cock was half hard.

"Think you could hit me from across the shower?" Jason laughed as he stepped to the far side of the shower.

Ham nodded again, wondering if he actually just asked if he could cum on him.

"Ok, let me get all washed up and then we'll have a race. First to shoot their load on the other wins. Sound fun?"

"Wins what?" Ham said, half lost to the situation that was playing out.

"Uhhh...." Jason looked around. "The last clean towel over there."

Ham hadn't even noticed that there was only one left. Ham nodded his head.

Jason globbed some shampoo in his paw and started soaping up. Ham's eyes were glued to the paws as they ran across the fox's body. He was going to have no trouble winning the contest since he was already about to blow, and Jason wasn't even fully hard yet.

As Jason rinsed off, he turned his back to Ham, and slid his paws down to his ass and spread his cheeks and tail just for a second, flashing to the poor rabbit. As he turned around, his fully hard cock pointed towards Ham's.

"Ok, ready?" Jason said, gripping his shaft.

Ham nodded and did the same.

"Go!" Jason's paw quickly jerked at his cock, making his balls whip against his fist each time he shoved down. He closed his eyes and his other paw moved up along his chest. His hips bucked forward in an awkward little dance.

Ham's paw hadn't even moved. He just watched the fox work in front of him. He couldn't believe this was happening. He looked down at his own cock aimed towards the fox, and squeezed down. A warm flush flowed over him as he threw his head back. His cock pulsed in his paw as he bit his lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Pulse after pulse, the days of teasing released in a flood. He turned his head as it kept going. He felt hot cum slide down his shaft and over his fingers. The warm fuzzy feeling slowed and he remembered to breathe again. He unclenched from his lip and opened his eyes.

Jason was standing there looking at him with wide eyes. There were globs and streaks of cum all over him, all the way from his knees to across his face, with a few that hit the curtain behind him. The stunned fox opened his mouth, let go of his cock and continued to stare.

"Dude..." Jason said, looking down at himself. "You're a beast."

Ham was just as shocked. He looked down at his softening shaft, which was still dripping. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Jason said, still looking down at himself. "That was fucking crazy. You should sell tickets." He wiped some of the cum off.

Ham blushed. "It's not normally like that..."

"Well," Jason said, turning to face the water and trying to scrub the globs off. "Even if it was half that, it's still impressive. I'm going to smell like spunk for the next week!"

Ham gave a nervous chuckle as he watched the fox scrub away at his face.

Once Jason was done, he turned around back to Ham. The rabbit was a little sad to see that Jason wasn't hard anymore.

"Well, you win." Jason laughed, and then yelped as he jumped towards Ham, bumping into him. "And just in time. The hot water's gone." He looked back at the icy stream of water, and then realized he was pressed up against Ham naked. He pulled back. "After you."

Ham reached over and turned off the water, and stepped out. He grabbed the towel and quickly dried off, trying not to get it too wet before he tossed it to Jason.

Ham slid into his new boxers and watched the fox dry off his crotch with the towel out of the corner of his eye.

After Jason slid into his new underwear, they turned off the light and crept down the dark hallway to the bedroom.

Ham turned off the lights and they slid into their beds. The wind rattled the window softly in the quiet room. Ham's eyes were wide open, thinking about the whole event that had just happened, feeling himself get hard against under his sheets. He looked over at Jason, who looked no different than any other night, which confused Ham. Had that whole thing meant nothing to the fox? He turned away from Jason and let his cock slip through the front slit of his boxers. His paw softly pulled as he pictured Jason covered in his cum again. He tried to control his breathing so that the fox wouldn't hear. But, with a crack of a floor board and a creak of a spring, he felt someone lift up his sleets and lay down next to him.

"You know," Jason whispered in his ear, making the rabbit get goose bumps. "I never got to cum in the shower."

Ham felt a paw reach over and pull his arm back. He felt a hot cock slide into his palm. He wrapped his fingers around it and heard a soft sigh in his ear. He turned to face Jason and could see the reflection of the moon from the window in his shiny eye.

He pressed their lips together and felt the fox's breath against his nose. He closed his eyes as he held Jason's cock. Jason gently thrust into his fist, as their kiss continued.

Jason's paw moved down along Ham's side and rested on his hip. The warm piece of flesh slid in the rabbit's grip, the heavy breathing through the fox's nose loud to Ham's ears.

Ham felt the cock shove harder into his paw, and then something hot and wet hit him under the sheets as it ran down his fingers and onto the bed. Jason pulled off from the kiss and panted. He kissed Ham one more time and then slipped out from under the sheets and moved back to his own bed without a word.

Ham slid his paw across the wet pool he was laying in. The smell of fox flowed from under the sheets. There was no way he wouldn't smell like it in the morning.

He slipped out of his boxers and mopped up the mess as best he could before rolling over. Figuring he had nothing left to loose, he slid his cock into the sticky underwear and jerked off, no longer caring if Jason could hear him. When he finished, he dumped the boxers off the side of the bed and rolled over again, sending a whiff of fox right to his face.

It was going to be a long night, and an awkward morning.