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Student Affairs of the Hopelessly Elite

By: BeaverReturn

Part 10:

"Mom, Dad." Clyde came skulking into the living room. Dressed in a suit, the drake's piercings were all removed. "We need to talk."

Shocked to see their adoptive son in such a state, Clyde's parents shared a concerned look. The father quickly turned off the TV, while his mother dropped her crochet hooks into her lap. The two leaned in, attentive. In a low voice his father, an otter no taller than Alexi, spoke, "Yes, son?"

"I guess I wanted to say I'm sorry." The drake confessed, dropping his claws into his pockets. "I've been a real trouble and I'm just sorry. I know you won't believe me. I don't deserve your forgiveness."

"Of course you deserve our forgiveness, son," the mother said in a soft voice. "You broke our hearts. I hope you know that. But we love you and we are always ready to forgive you. But, are you ready to be honest with us?"

Clyde sulked over to a seat and curled his tail over his lap. Keeping his eyes down, he stroked the tail softly. "I've really let you guys down. The breaking of curfew, the violence, the anger, and the drugs. I'm just so out of control, you know? " Clyde lifted his eyes towards his dad.

Proudly the father interjected, speaking textbook to his wife, "Hmm, psychologically, an emerging sense of individuality during adolescents can often effect decision making, especially in reaction against any perceived authority. I could only imagine that this would be magnified by Clyde's case of being adopted. Is that right, son? Do you feel," he paused, "rebellious?"

"Sam!" The mother hissed.

"What? In trying to be positive role models to our son I think it's beneficial to have a full and honest forum of understanding between us all."

The mother responded by shaking her head. "Leave the academics for your work, dear. This is OUR son here..."

The father hotly responded, "And what exactly is that suppose to mean?"

"MOM! DAD!" Clyde lashed his teeth. "Please. Stop fighting. Haven't we done enough fighting? I'm tired of fighting. I just want peace." Clyde threw his claws over his eyes and began sobbing dry tears.

"Clyde, I'm so sorry. It's just your father you know he's..."

"Now, now that's not fair--"

"Sam! Not now," The mother snapped causing the father to sink into his seat. "Please son, go on."

"I want to make it up to you, both of you. But I'm scared to come clean. The truth is just too hard to say. You'll never believe me. But please, try."

Both the mother and father shot their son a concerned look. "You can tell us."

"It's about my sister." Clyde looked over to his father specifically. "About getting her help, a counsellor, I mean. I think she needs it. I've been reading a lot about depression and drug addiction and..."

The mother interrupted her son, raising a paw in the air, "Clyde! Stop it right now."

The father intercepted, "Now, now isn't it fair we hear his side?"

Clyde spoke fast, "I know it's hard to hear. But it's the pressure that got to her. I'm sure of it. I don't know how to make you believe me but this whole drug thing." Clyde paused. "It's not just me. I'm only her mule, a peon. She's the one running the game. Think about it. I'm not smart enough, not smart like her. But She is! She's been selling prescription drugs. Sometimes it's to make money, other times to gain support in her campaigns. Sometimes she even uses them to sabotage others. She's been taking them too. I think she's addicted because she's getting out of hand. It became too much. I tried to talk to her out of the drug game, but then she threatened me, said she'd get me kicked out of the house. She said because I was adopted it would be easy. Because you guys didn't really love me." Clyde sniffed, with wide eyes he looked to his dad specifically. "It's not true, is it?"

"That's very brave of you to admit this," the father said with a quizzical look on his face.

"So you believe me?" Clyde said, darting his eyes between his parents.

"No. Not exactly. But we are listening." The father gave a look of approval to the drake. The mother only sighed.

Clyde grew agitated. "But the evidence is there. The drugs in my possession were the same prescription drugs that multiple students have been suspended for using. Case in point, our last student body president was among these students. That's not coincidence. She planted them there! Look at the pressure she is under. Is it so hard to think that she would take drugs to help control her stress? Oh you'll never believe me! What does it matter? If only you would look in her room. You would find them for sure! But you just don't care, do you?"

The parents shared an uneasy look as Clyde dismissed himself, running upstairs, passing his sister as she came down. Alexi tried to grab her brother's attention but he was already gone, stowed away in his room.

"Alexi." Alexi turned towards the living room. Her father was calling, "You and I need to talk. Now!"

From within his room, Clyde lay on his bed. With a devilish smile he then brought out his phone. He sent a text:

>It's done. Pay up.

From downstairs an argument had broken out. Alexi reacted as any overly-stressed teenager would do, with vigor, which did little to support her innocence. Soon the parents would be coming upstairs, soon the parents would find the drugs stowed away behind the vent in her room. The plan had worked. It had been all too easy for Clyde to sell out his sister.

As the yelling continued Clyde took note of one particular tragedy he found amusing: it was the pride of their father that would damn Alexi in the end. As an overly-zealous social worker he would rather believe in a Clyde redeemed than a continuously perfect Alexi. After all, Clyde had always been the special one, the one who needed salvation. Alexi never needed her parents. She was always too busy for family time. Really, she only spoke when it served to maintain her perfect image. Clyde rolled his eyes as memories of Alexi holding award after award flittered through his mind. Always bragging, she is always bragging. All she does is brag, reflected Clyde_._ Maybe that was it. Maybe that's why Dad found Alexi to be so boring... From beyond his door, Alexi and their parents came storming upstairs. Alexi and her father were shouting back and forth.

"Stop fighting, please!" Clyde screamed in a distressed tone, sobbing loud and fake as he rolled onto his back.

"This is ridiculous. Stay out of my room." Alexi barked from behind the closed door. "Clyde I'm going to murder you!"

"Don't talk to your brother that way. He has been through enough," the father commanded. "Stand down Alexi, we need to get to the bottom of this."

"But Dad, he's playing you! It's a trick."

"Let me be the judge of that! Now let us in your room," said the father. Clyde pictured his sister throwing herself in front of the door, using her entire body to block her father. If only Clyde hadn't been such a punk during the years before Alexi was born. Maybe then their father would have believed in giving his kids locks on their door. Maybe then he would believe in trusting his kids, in giving his kids privacy. Clyde stifled a laugh, amusing himself tremendously within his own thoughts.

Clyde kept his phone close as he waited for a reply. Even if the cat didn't pay up (but he better pay up!), he found tremendous joy in seeing the plan work. Manipulating others was comparable to fine theatre; he had never thought himself capable of such acting. That cat sure lives in a fantastic world, the drake thought, the kind of person I could be living like that...

His phone vibrated moments later. The message contained only a phone number, a gift from Leonard. Clyde excitedly dialed the number only to hear a familiar voice pick-up.

"Leonard said you would call. So how much do you need?"

"Mr. S!?" Clyde shrieked with disbelief, almost dropping the phone. "You're the supplier?"

The teacher merely chuckled, hissing as he did so. "Teaching doesn't pay as well as it used to."

In response, Clyde started to laugh. Finally, things were starting to feel as though they were making sense.

Part 11:

Staring out a bedroom window, Leonard shoved his phone back into his pocket as he turned around to face Benedict who waited patiently on his bed. Benedict looked at Leonard with caution. The cat remained pensive, unspeaking. Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes. He was going to miss his little drug empire.

"So what happens now?" Benedict spoke up, grabbing Leonard's attention.

"It begins," Leonard replied lowly.

"I don't like it. I don't like any of it." The dog decided, speaking with conviction. "It's manipulative and wrong. I can't be any part of it. "

The cat groaned, pulling his face down. "We've been over this. He likes you. He said so himself."

"Only sort of," the dog corrected.

Leonard shifted himself, joining the dog on the bed. Benedict avoided eye contact, fearing his friend's devious gaze. Leonard leaned in closer, drawing the dog's face to his own. The two made eye contact. "Right, right," he soothed, "but you have to admit that there's something there, something for you, for both of you. You just got to get out and grab it."

"Quit pretending like any of this for anyone's benefit aside your own."

"You've got it all wrong! I may be selfish, yes. But what's the expression? The enemy of my enemy? Well consider it like that."

"But I'm not your enemy." Benedict whimpered, grabbing the cat by the shoulders. "You don't think that, do you?" Benedict shot a concerned glance at the black cat.

"You could be in a matter of perspective." The cat deflected the glance, grasping Benedict's paws and pulling them down.

Benedict drew away, curling his lips. "Tell me this honestly. Do you even consider me a friend?"

"Honestly? You know the answer," the cat said, leaning forward. "But you can trust me."

"Don't," the dog warned, turning away from Leonard, "don't do this again."

The cat responded by pulling a pawfinger under the Benedict's chin. Their lips met. The two kissed. Benedict seemed to melt, his restraint faltering. Leonard repeated himself, "You can trust me."

Benedict hated how much he liked how the cat tasted. It was like chaos in a kiss, a taste of danger. It felt empowering to kiss Leonard. Benedict broke himself from his own delirium, pushing Leonard lightly on the chest. He let out a hot breath. "You're bad. This is wrong. I've never even..."

Leonard grabbed the dog's shirt, lifting it up. Benedict did not resist. He started to feel hot and stupid. After years of careful academics he found that he rather enjoyed this new feeling of spontaneity. The cat's claws came to glide up the dog's naked and rounded belly, over his chest before wrapping around his neck. The two kissed again as Leonard pushed him backwards, laying him down. Benedict let out a soft moan as Leonard broke the kiss. "It's okay." Leonard shuffled upwards, grinding his crotch into Benedict's. "Let me show you."

Without thinking, Benedict wrapped his paws around Leonard's back as Leonard continued to dry hump him. They kissed again, this time with increased fervor. Benedict could feel his thoughts sway between lust and responsibility, his pendulum ideas swinging increasingly heavier towards carnal needs. Leonard continued grinding, his hips sliding up and down the dog's erection. Benedict continued to swell, his pants beginning to feel less like clothing and more like a prison. There was a slight nervous quake within Benedict's body, but no more was the dog resisting. Feeling Benedict's arousal, Leonard broke the kiss and moved down to his fly.

"What are you doing?" Benedict questioned, panicking as Leonard undid his pants and pulled them down. The dog had Mario themed tights on, a thick erection sprouting up from a warp-pipe. Leonard put his mouth around the large tool, struggling once again to get around it. Benedict became silenced by pleasure. With a free paw, Leonard tugged at the dog's balls, teasing them before lifting his head up. When Leonard descended down again, Benedict's head fell back during an involuntary breath of ecstasy. Leonard's pleasuring was undeniably heavenly. Leonard continued further, going a little faster. Benedict's cock began to twitch in his mouth, he was nearing completion. Benedict's virgin stamina was catching up to him. Leonard pulled away from the excited dick, giving it a long lick from base to tip. Such a sensation sent shivers down Benedict's spine.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I know you are enjoying this." The cat chuckled with a greedy smile before placing his mouth back over the dog. Benedict attempt to shift away but the cat remained persistent in his need to pleasure the dog. Benedict tried to resist but he couldn't help it, he was nearing the end.

"My intentions in this are honest..." the dog trailed off, caught by a sudden surge of nerves. "Oh no, oh god..."

The cat eyes widened as the dog released in his mouth. Leonard pulled away as strings of white liquid erupted from the dog's pulsating rocket, its sticky mess now easing down its side. Leonard wiped his chin, and swallowed. "Honest?"

"Yes." The dog hastily shifted his body back, his erection sliding away from Leonard's mouth. "I mean..." His sense of prior ecstasy fizzled into regret as he sat up on his bed.

"I'm sorry?"

With head still rushing from the orgasm, the dog's words came with difficulty. "You may think that I am just a tool. I mean, I know what you are trying to do here." Benedict grabbed a pillow as he attempted to conceal his shame. "You think everyone is just your tool." The dog then softly added, "It's pathetic."

"How dare you." The cat looked back at the dog, his eyes narrowed. Benedict's tone reminded him of his discussion with Alexi prior. "I am trying to help you. You need me."

Benedict looked towards the pillow in his lap. He could feel himself softening and yet his dick remained sensitive. "Help me? This isn't what I wanted... "

"Sure you did, you wanted to get off. You were pent up, I could tell. You don't jack off much do you?" the cat teased.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately." The dog confessed before pausing. When he spoke again his stare had become distant, "You don't even care, do you?"

Leonard thought a second. He looked the dog over. The dog had a cute face, bright eyes, and there was a certain something to the way his belly stuck out. Even though as he tried hard to consider himself attracted, there was nothing, same as always, nothing. "It's isn't like that. I do like you."

The dog turned away. In a low voice, he said, "No you don't. You don't like anyone."

"I'm sorry." Leonard frowned. "I don't find trust to be an easy concept."

"I can't tell when you're being honest, you know that?" the dog commented. "I mean who are you? This whole thing doesn't feel right. None of it does. I don't want to strive to be a bad person and yet, I just easily went with you as I could have with anyone. I'm a romantic. I want to believe I am. I dream of love. Yet, I'm also this thing of urges, just like anyone else. Because of this, and because of what just happened or what will happen...," Benedict paused, taking a moment to recapture his thoughts, "can I say if I really am a good or true person?"

The cat shrugged, his answer coming quickly. "It's okay to be bad if you are bad for the right reasons."

Leonard's disposition remained unchanged. Shrugging he replied, "I hope you're right."

"So where does this leave us then? Are you with me?" Leonard pecked Benedict on the cheek, his eyes remaining intently onto the dog.

Benedict turned from the kiss as though it burned him. "I don't know Leonard. Tonight was too much, okay? You went too far. I just don't know. You need to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

Leonard's face twisted into a look of confusion. He meant to speak but then something wrenched in his chest. With the dog's back still turned, Leonard instead slipped out the window. Benedict felt surprised to see Leonard leave so suddenly. He looked behind him just as the cat's dark fur blended perfectly into the night. Like a phantom he was gone, leaving the dog alone to consider all. His head was spinning. One more year, the dog reminded himself as he lay down to stare at his ceiling. The dog then closed his eyes. He tried his best to calm himself by imagining what a night with Bill would truly be like but then Leonard's face kept fading into view. From the open window a cold breeze burst through. As Leonard shivered he began to think about curses, and of the phantom beings that cause nightmares at night.

Part 12:

Bill's morning had been a busy one. It had begun during morning practise when one of his teammates had brought up rumours concerning his girlfriend. As it turned out his girlfriend had been accused of being both a drug dealer and addict. The rumours spoke of a large quantity of prescription pills found in her office by Mr. S. Though Bill tried to defend Alexi, saying that it could have been planted there, a second point was brought up, interrupting him. Apparently the teachers had contacted the previous student body president, who had to transfer schools after a similar incident ("didn't you know?"). The teammate's story explained that the previous president had fully and quite scornfully confessed to accepting drugs from Alexi, telling a long, convincing tale about Alexi's scandalous operations. Bill tried to remain unconvinced, stating that the previous student body president wasn't exactly the most reliable resource, but then why, since the incident had no one been able to contact Alexi?

Bill had left practise early.

>Babe, what's going on? Are you okay?

Bill messaged from his phone while changing in the locker room. Patiently he waited for a reply. After a few minutes he decided to send another text.

>People are saying some crazy things. Are you selling drugs? Is that how you afforded my last birthday present? Babe? What's going on?

After some further deliberation Bill put his phone away. There was a perfectly reasonable explanation to any of this, he thought. He had been with her for over a year. She had never mentioned anything about drugs since that time. Then again, he thought, he wasn't always able to be around her. Then there were all those times she complained about stress, about being overworked and tired. Within certain consideration such excuses could imply certain side-effects.

He had grown angry by the time he left the locker-room. Drugs? He thought to himself, How could she get mixed up in drugs? This didn't just have the potential to ruin Alexi, but Bill as well. He was a major spotlight in this school. As a star athlete people really looked up to him and now that his girlfriend was a full fledge druggie his reputation would surely be under attack. But what was he to do?

"Bill! Bill!" A voice came to interrupt the bull as he marched through the hallway on his way to class. He turned sharply, addressing it.

"Leonard here, member of the Student Press, I have a few questions."

"I know who you are." Bill waved off the shorter black cat. He recognized the reported as one of the higher ranked nerds that worked for his Girlfriend's press but didn't know much else about him. "I don't have any comments."

"Are you sure you know nothing about Miss Alexi's drug allegations?" Leonard had a small notepad in his paw to which he occasionally jotted notes on. The bull became irritated every time the pencil moved.

Bill blew air out of his nostrils. "Those allegations aren't true!"

Leonard was unfazed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Bill quickly replied, but then his uncertainness began to show.

"Any kind of comment you can provide would certainly help the investigation against Alexi, even if it's defending her innocence. I'm sure with some kind of statement we could stop all rumours concerning Alexi and your possible involvement in the manner."

Bill was shocked. "My involvement?"

"Why of course, you were dating her..." Leonard paused. "Sorry, you're right. That's aside the matter." Leonard scratched a line across his notepad. "Now, are you worried that these allegations will affect any possible future scholarships?"

"Yes. I mean, no. I mean, those allegations are hogwash." Bill wiped an arm across his head, he was sweating.

Leonard pressed forward, "And what about any recent allegations concerning you and a certain summer affair? Are they related to the story at all?"

"You need to piss off, now!" Bill swatted at Leonard but the cat skillfully dodged his blow.

"I'm sorry. I'm just looking for a comment, any comment which could help the story."

Bill slapped his head. "I don't know. I just found out about this. I need time to think."

Leonard placed the notepad into his back pocket. "I'm sorry to bother you. If it means anything, no one really believes that you were involved. It's just a possibility, a very slight possibility. People around this school believe in you. Alexi on the other hand, well support for her is draining fast. Hour by hour we're finding out more about her darker past and well, I'll tell you, it's not looking good."

Bill's was shaking involuntarily by the time the reporter left. Continuing his way to class, Bill considered all that the nosy reporter had said. He knew what he had to do. Though it pained him to admit it, he had to distance himself from her. Sure he loved her, but he also loved his future scholarship prospects. Besides, Bill reasoned, with the rumour mill now pointed to his girlfriend any gossip concerning him and any recent affairs would easily be overshadowed. Bill knew that this meant betraying his girlfriend, but in the end she had lied to him first. After all, she had secretly been the school's most notorious pill pusher.

By the afternoon Bill met again with Leonard, ready to tell his story. Bill started by confessing that he always had some idea that his girlfriend was involved in the recent surge of drug activity around the school. Perhaps, Bill speculated, that this is why she always remained so distant towards her adoptive brother. "You know, to remove the line of suspicion." Bill strengthened his opinion by stating, "Clyde may be a true thug but Alexi was always the gang leader." In his notepad, Leonard underlined that particular quote.

Leonard greedily ate the story up and then went in search of a computer. Even though he was prior removed from the school press, Leonard was able to access the school blog through a ghost access account he had created many months ago. It only took an hour after the interview for Leonard to release the story on the school's blog. He posted the article anonymously and it lasted a total of 30 seconds before being taken down by the school. However, all Leonard needed was 30 seconds. His little tabloid piece had spread. Alexi was ruined before the school had even finalized its investigation. At this point, even if the investigation ran through and they weren't able to actually prove Alexi's involvement, there would still be no way for Alexi to escape the rumours. Hard as she could try, Leonard would remain one step ahead, citing conspiracy and foul play from his eventual new seat as the replacement Chief Editor.

Part 13:

Benedict found Bill hidden within a study booth in the library. The copied blog article had been forwarded to Bill by every single one of his teammates. Each email was empathetic but only as much as their machismo personas would allow. Fuck her, she's a bitch anyways. One email said. At least she sucked good dick. Read the next one after. Should have stayed with her - could of scored us all something for finals. Wink, wink. The emails continued on...

Bill eyes were glued to the screen of the computer. As Benedict peered over his shoulder, looking at the long list of emails, he felt somewhat responsible even though he had no connection to any drugs. Still within the scandal Bill had become among the harassed. The school had exploded in frenzy because of what Leonard had done. Yet, the cat suffered no justice. None of this was right. Benedict would go as far as even to find it detestable, if not for the fact that he was still continuing with the rest of Leonard's plan.

The truth, as Benedict saw it, was that he still didn't know_why_. Why was Leonard willing to help him with this particular crush? The optimist in Benedict wanted to believe it was because Leonard was a good friend, that deep down inside he actually did care. However, Benedict knew that in reality such a hope was frivolous.

"Bill?" Benedict asked, tapping the large bull on the shoulder.

The bull turned around with a jolt. "What? Benedict? What are you doing here?"

"Hey you remembered my name." Benedict smiled warmly.

"Yea, what of it?" the grumpy bull said, turning his back.

Benedict went around the booth, poking his head over the opposite booth's divider. "I thought you could use a friend."

Bill considered Benedict. There was a brief pause and then Bill smiled. Benedict smiled in return. The bull then pulled himself out of the booth, making room for Benedict who sat on the desk. In this secluded part of the library the two spoke in low volume.

"Sorry for being grumpy," the bull apologized. "Sorry for everything."

Benedict shook his head, laying a paw under his own chin. "I understand, you must be going through a lot."

"It's just, you think you know someone. Then it turns out all to be a ruse. I want to be mad at her, you know? But I still love her. I mean, as gay as that sounds..."

Benedict tried not to be offended by the bull's choice in wording. "You guys sure had something special."

"That's just thing, we didn't. She was just the first girl who let me have sex with her." Bill looked to the computer, another email had come in. He didn't bother reading it once he saw the subject line. "We actually didn't have that much in common, you know? I don't really get why she wanted to be with me in the first place."

Bill's words caused Benedict to turn flush. "At least it's over now," Benedict mumbled, shifting his eyes away.

"Yea, I guess so." Despite his words, Bill remained unconvinced.

Benedict studied the bull. He truly did feel sorry for the older male. "Hey! I think I've got something that could help you."

"What's that?" Bill replied, giving Benedict a curious look.

Benedict took a deep breath. "My friend managed to score some beer," he whispered as low as he could.

"No shit? How?"

Benedict shushed the bull before continuing, "He has a friend who's of age."

"Fuck off." The bull became excited. "I haven't drunk anything since dating Alexi."

"Well sure, if you want to meet after school..." Benedict found himself feeling incredibly nervous. There was a storm in his gut.

"In the locker-room? I have the key. Once the janitor cleans it no one will disturb us. I know. I often go to the gym after hours to lift weights when I have time. Coach says he trusts me."

"Yeas sure," Benedict replied, scratching the back of his neck. "Sounds great..."

"Sure, so meet outside the locker room? 7:00? Sound good?"

Benedict agreed, though his words came with difficulty. "I guess I will see you later." Benedict tried to let out a chuckle but it ended up being a cough. His throat was tight, he was sweating. Bill remained smiling, much cheerier then person he had been before.

Part 13:

"You again!" Bill shouted at the drake waiting for him in the locker room. The voice echoed through the empty hall of lockers and into the shower stalls. Clyde sat on a wooden bench, a case of beer beside him. Bill continued, "You druggie son of a bitch!"

Clyde smiled a toothy grin at the bull. "Hello Bill. Sorry about all the trouble." Clyde moved a claw to the case of beer. Opening the case, he grabbed one of the brown bottles and gestured it towards the bull. "Beer?"

"I'm not taking anything from you!"

Benedict caught Leonard casually leaning against a metal locker door. He appeared to be completely uninvolved towards the escalating conflict. "Why would you invite him!?"

Leonard shrugged. "He's the one who bought the beer. He insisted that he come along."

The bull snatched Clyde by the shirt, lifting him up. Clyde's feet were lifted off the tiled floor but Clyde's tight grip on his bottle remained. With his claw he popped open the top, and brought the beer to his lips. He took a single swig before Bill began to shake him. "I'll kill you," he shouted, as foam spurted out of the bottle and onto the floor.

"Hey man, you're not the only one who was involved with my sister. I have every right to be here."

"We all do," Leonard interjected, "We were all connected to her in some way. She was my chief-editor," Leonard pointed to himself and then to the other two, "your girlfriend and his sister. So relax. No more conflict. Let's just take it easy, yeah?"

The bull narrowed his eyes. Clyde shrugged, passing his beer to the bull. With a large hand the bull snatched the beer, took a swig, and then let Clyde go. Reluctantly he took his seat on the bench beside the case. Clyde was going to protest losing his spot but then after eyeing the bull it was clear that he wasn't going to move. Clyde went elsewhere, leaning on the locker beside Leonard. Leonard sneered at him, but Clyde ignored it. Benedict was the final member to join the group, taking a seat on the other side of the case. Bill didn't seem to notice Benedict sitting there.

"I'm only here for the beer." Bill grumbled.

"That's fine. We're all here to drink." Leonard said, grabbing a beer as Benedict distributed the bottles.

For awhile there was no conversation. Leonard took this time to study each person. Clyde drank easily, without difficulty. He had drunk many times before. Benedict struggled during his first and second beer, but managed to get down a third. He wasn't used to alcohol and found the taste repulsive. It was obvious that he was drinking merely to fit in. Otherwise, Bill drank similar to Clyde while showing little interest in addressing the crowd. Meanwhile, Leonard remained on his first, sipping his beer as his mind churned.

As the beers continued to be emptied, and the case became lighter, conversations began to finally arise. They talked about Alexi at first, sharing stories about her. The mood remained sombre however; a funeral like tension tainted the air. To get anywhere, Leonard knew he would have to direct the conversation,

"I can't believe you got to have sex with Alexi." He said bluntly.

"Didn't you use to date her?" Benedict interrupted. His inebriated state caused him to act oblivious. Bill gave the cat a suspicious eye.

"Briefly, "Leonard coolly responded. "I dated her, sure. But she wasn't much into sex at the time."

"Sure did it with me, though. She was good at it too," the proud bull blurted out after a telling hiccup.

Clyde interjected. There was a twinkle in his eye as he leaned forward. "She the best sex you've had?"

"Best sex with a woman, sure!"

The group went silent. The bull's eyes widened when he realized what he had said.

It was now Benedict's turn to speak. He looked directly at the bull. "What do you mean?"

The bull became defensive. "Shut up." He then pointed a direct finger on Leonard. "Fuck you. You better not write about me."

Leonard shrugged, showing his empty paws. "Wasn't planning on it."

Clyde finished his beer before checking the case. It was completely empty. He slyly studied the pile beneath each person and saw that Bill had drank the most. He also noticed that Leonard had barely drunk any. This caused him to smirk. Straightening his back, he returned to his previous position. From this posture Clyde spoke up, "Gay is a matter of perspective, anyways."

"What?" Bill snapped his head at Clyde. "Watch yourself!"

"Woah." Leonard raised his paws defensively as Bill stood, puffing his chest towards Clyde. He and Clyde met eyes but Clyde remained undisturbed. Leonard cut in between the two. "Relax. He's not calling you gay. Nobody here is gay." From behind the bull, Benedict cocked an eyebrow at Leonard. "Okay, most of us are not gay. What he's trying to say is that some things aren't gay."

"What do you mean?" Bill's tone remained aggressive.

Leonard pushed Clyde away, moving the drake back against the locker. Leonard then addressed the bull. With a raised pawfinger he offered his first example. "Slapping your teammate's ass, not gay right?"

Bill considered for a moment and then shook his head. "That's different."

Leonard showed a second pawfinger. "Okay. Showering together, still not gay?"

"No, it's not!"

A third pawfinger. "Checking other dudes out? A curious glance to compare size maybe?"

"I don't like where this is going." Benedict commented.

"Shut up." Clyde snapped at the dog.

"Don't tell him to shut up! He's my friend" Bill said with a slur.

"Easy guys." Leonard came between the two, continuing to speak. Keeping control of the situation, he alternated eye contact between the pair. "Look, maybe we can demonstrate what we mean. I've got a game. Ever heard of chicken?"

Clyde shot upright. His eyes began to glow.

"No?" Bill fell back onto the bench as his tremendous weight caused the wood to shift. In response, Benedict gripped tightly the wooden planks beneath him.

"It's easy to play. I'm going to give you a challenge. I will then ask if you are chicken. If you say yes, you lose. If you say no, we continue on towards the next step."

Bill said nothing.

"Look, it's easy and no one but us will know. Now with Benedict, he's your friend right? He can be the other player."

The rest of the group turned to Benedict at once. "Me!?"

Bill studied the dog. "What kind of challenges, then?"

"Can't say. It's part of the game. But the game stops when you claim your chicken, remember?"

"Okay, I get it." Bill turned to face Benedict. The dog's heart began to race as the bull gave him a teasing smile. There was challenge in his eyes. "You tell anyone and you're dead." Benedict couldn't believe it. Was he actually going to play?

"We'll begin nice and easy. Benedict move closer to Bill," Leonard commanded

Benedict remained stiff but after some deliberation was able to scoot himself closer to the bull. "Now Bill, are you chicken?"

"Fuck no."

"Benedict?"

"Heh, heh. No."

"Okay. A little more closer then."

Benedict moved himself forward until their noses touched. The dog's increasing heart palpitation started to feel painful. He could feel the bull's hot breath splash across his face. They were eye to eye, his lips only a coin's width away.

Leonard continued the game. "Chicken? No? Okay, forward again."

"What? I don't get it." Benedict protested, breaking the game.

"He means kiss him, you nut." Clyde interjected.

"I don't think..." Benedict tried to protest but then a large hoofhand pulled him in. Suddenly the bull's lips were on his as a thick tongue slid into his own mouth. For a moment he was shocked with surprised but then slowly, as the kiss continued, he eased into the moment. He returned the kiss, enjoying the taste of the bull as they swapped tongues between each other. After a moment the kiss was broken.

"You fags enjoy that? That's nothing but a party trick." Bill laughed, wiping his lip with a wide finger. Across from him Benedict was dumbfounded, still seeing stars in his vision.

Leonard had never expected his plan to work so well. Watching Benedict and Bill kiss caused Leonard to feel a surge of pride. It was a sensation close to arousal. Within himself he felt a devious hunger, a need to see more. Leonard adjusted his glasses as he tried to suppress the anxious trembling which threatened to break his character.

Clyde, who had been watching Leonard carefully, shifted closer to Leonard, his claw slowly sliding behind Leonard. Leonard moved to protest but Bill cut him off.

"Do I win, then?" Bill asked.

Leonard felt his rump get squeezed, but remained composed. He had to keep his focus on the game. "Not yet. Stand up."

The bull did as he was told. Benedict in seeing this turned away, blushing. The air began to feel heavy with desire. The intoxicated bull swayed as he waited for his next command. The once stale air of the locker room seemed to heat up. As wrong as the moment felt, Benedict could not turn himself away.

"Unzip your fly," Leonard commanded. "Or are you chicken?"

"Not at all." The bull laughed and unzipped his fly. He then went a step further by unfastening his jeans, pulling them down, and exposing his half-erect cock. Benedict's eyes widened as he gazed at the bull's exposed, brown flesh. It was an impressive size, almost exactly as he imagined it. It indeed had a purple tip and large balls that hung low. Benedict could feel his underwear getting wet. In his excitement he had already begun to pre. He found himself sinking once again into desire.

"Fair enough," Leonard said as Clyde yanked on his tail. Leonard shot upright. Clyde could no longer be ignored, he had latched onto the cat. Lowly Clyde hissed into Leonard's ear before inhaling deeply along the cat's neck. Leonard shifted away from the reptile, distancing himself away from the embrace. Clyde allowed him to escape, but followed him over. His challenging gaze was set permanently onto the cat. Leonard tensed as he prepared to flip the reptile over his shoulder if he came close again. Leonard turned his attention back towards the game.

"Benedict, time to show yours."

Benedict anxiety finally erupted. Loudly he protested, "No. I don't have to. It's over. I'm chicken. Can we stop this?" Leonard could see that his wet eyes threatened to show tears. Leonard feared that he had pushed him too far.

The bull laughed. He was completely ignorant to Benedict's dismay as he rotated his hips with dick in hand, making his impressive length spin like a helicopter, "Come on now! Don't be shy. Show me mine, show me yours. It's only fair." The bull then let out another bellowing laugh.

Benedict's attention shot back towards the bull. Bill nodded his head, inviting the dog to look lower. Benedict did just that, raising a cautious paw towards the inviting flesh. Bill's dick responded to Benedict's nervousness. It started to swell.

"Come on you're not chicken. You know you want this." Bill said in a low grunt. "Go ahead, touch it. I don't mind."

The bull's cock felt warm and heavy. Across its topside a thick vein ran. It seemed to pulsate with eagerness the harder the bull became. Benedict gave it a testing stroke, feeling the weight of the dick from bottom to top. Bill grunted, enjoying the touch as he pulled the dog in closer. They kissed again as a large hand dove into the dog's pants. Benedict shivered, turning away.

"Still chicken?" The bull murmured, unfastening the dog's pants.

"No." The dog replied, as his pants fell. Next came the underwear and then both dog and bull were naked and exposed from waist down. They bull held the dog in his embrace as the two grinded their hips, their hard erections rubbing together.

"Let's just do it. You want to suck me?" The bull offered, pushing the dog down with a heavy hand.

The dog thought to protest, afraid that the whole ordeal had become too public but as he looked towards Clyde and Leonard he saw that they had both become pre-occupied with each other. Clyde had Leonard's neck in his mouth, his hands deeply engaged into Leonard's pants. Leonard eye's was closed, his head was twisted away, his chest rising and falling. Clyde's own pants had already been removed, his strange reptilian dick coming to be at full mast.

_This is crazy._Benedict thought.

Benedict succumbed to his desire. Kneeling down, he greedily took the larger male in his mouth. The bull approved as he grasped the head of the dog and began to control his movements, grunting as he did so. Bill's dick was hard to take at once. The size strained Benedict's mouth. It felt a bit rough, but Benedict also felt that he was enjoying it.

As Benedict pleasured the bull he nearly lost himself completely to lust before a loud slam distracted him. It had come from the lockers. Looking over he saw that Clyde had pushed Leonard against the metal doors. He was now holding Leonard with one arm behind him, preventing the cat from escaping. They were both naked now, their clothes strewn randomly across the locker floor. Clyde's own dick lay between Leonard's cheeks, its massaging spines rubbing up and down the exposed pink hole of the black hat. Leonard was moaning loudly, but it seemed no longer to be in protest.

"God, you're horny. I've never seen you like this," Clyde said, without consideration to any other in the room.

"Shut-up. I'm giving you what you want, aren't I?" Leonard snapped.

"Mmm, yeah," Clyde moaned as a wet claw-finger found its way into Leonard's rump. The cat moaned, wincing in both pain and pleasure as the Lizard began to finger him with one, then later two fingers. "Yea, you're as tight as I imagined."

Both Bill and Benedict watched them as they gave into each other. Bill's desire escalated as he watched the drake dominate the more slender cat. It reminded him of the kind of porn he had only recently started enjoying. In remembering that porn now, new ideas began to emerge within the bull's mind. Licking his lips, he turned his attention towards the naked behind of Benedict. It was a rather nice ass, plump and full, fuller than Alexi's had ever been.

"Enough," The bull grunted, pulling the dog away from his dick. "I want to try something."

Benedict yelped as strong hands grabbed the dog and turned him around. With a strong hoofhand he then pushed Benedict's head down while rising his ass up. The bull licked his lips as he inspected the dog's puckered opening. With a wet finger he played with the Benedict's behind, rubbing slow circles around its hole. He then inched his mouth forward, drawing his tongue up from Benedict's balls all the way across his crack. The dog's spine stiffed with surprise, but then relaxed as the Bull continued to taste the hole of the dog.

"Fuck, this is great," the bull exclaimed, moving his mouth away so that he could push a finger inside the dog. The wide finger caused Benedict to wince but he was able to take it to its base. The finger was removed and the bull returned to licking Benedict's ass. He gasped as he experienced a kind of pleasure never imaginable. The bull was a rough lover, yet gentle when necessary. As he inserted his fingers, he did so slowly, with intent of only exploring the dog's limits. No matter how far the bull went, Benedict refused to falter. He was grateful for this dream come true, and he refused to let anything ruin it.

As Bill pleasured Benedict from behind, Benedict looked towards the other two who were now engaged in each other fully. Clyde had Leonard pinned on the ground and was now riding his rump with great vigour. Leonard was jacking himself off, his eyes tightly closed. Occasionally Clyde would bite Leonard on the neck, causing Leonard to straighten up. The pain caused Leonard to wince, but never enough to stop Clyde. Benedict had never thought he would see Leonard so lost within pleasure and yet he was like completely a different cat.

"Shit, I think you can take me." Bill pulled his fingers out of Benedict. "Can I?"

Benedict was too nervous to speak, so he responded instead by pushing his rump backwards until he felt himself align against Bill's erection. Bill got the message, and began to push his hips forward as Benedict's insides expanded. Benedict let out a cry as he felt his body protest, but willed himself steady. He knew that this moment would be painful, but he also knew that there would be greater pleasure later.

Once he was fully in Bill began thrusting, his thick meat coming to fill the dog completely. Benedict compared the sensation to having a baseball bat inside him. Still, if he steadied his breathing, he could feel the pressure gradually turn to pleasure within him. Despite the pain of the event, he found himself still hard, still wanting more.

As Bill drove into the dog, he found that the tightness of Benedict was better than anything he had ever had with Alexi. Any prior confusion about his feeling towards the same gender was rendered obsolete as he surrendered himself to the carnal pleasures the moment had offered him.

He was surprised when the dog was able to take all of him, all at once, straight to the base. The dog really wanted him, all of him. The bull enjoyed feeling how inviting, warm, and tight the dog's rump was. As he increased the speed of his thrusts, his balls began to smack against the dog. Both of them enjoyed that sensation. Pulling forward, he wrapped a large arm across the dog's chest. From this position he could push deeper, as well as feel the dog's building orgasm shake through his body.

Benedict gasped when Bill changed position, his dick reaching even deeper inside him. As he did this, he felt something slide into his mouth. Opening his eyes he saw that Leonard had let himself in while Clyde thrust behind him. He did not protest, but rather relished the sensation of being used at both ends. All reason had abandoned during that moment. What remained in its place was nothing but pure carnal chaos, a mixture of driven desires that wanted only more.

An escalation of moans and grunts erupted from all four members. Clyde became the first to shoot, his final bucking thrusts forcing Leonard deeper into Benedict's throat. Leonard was next to cum, ejaculating just as Clyde exited him. The two fell on top of each other as panting breaths brought them back into reality. They immediately separated. Benedict however swallowed the load given to him as he felt the Bull begin to pulsate within him. The bull quickly pulled out, giving a few more strokes over the opened hole before erupting his heavy and warm load all over Benedict's back. Finally, Benedict rolled himself over, giving himself a few more strokes before becoming the last one to ejaculate all over his own chest.

Benedict found himself out of breath, sore, and covered in sticky cum, only some of which was his. He had been well used and yet it had been worth it. As the four went into the showers, Leonard and Clyde remained apart while Benedict and Bill remained together. From within the shower they held each other tight, in wanting embrace, kissing more and laughing together at all that had happened. None of it seemed real. In the haze of the steamy shower, it was hard to escape the feeling of dreaming. What had happened seemed ridiculous, impossible, and yet so perfect.

After the shower, Leonard and Clyde were quick to leave while Bill and Benedict stayed behind. They talked a long while about what all of it had meant. It didn't take long for Bill to confess feelings for Benedict. Benedict after some deliberation accepted Bill's proposal and they kissed again. Even though deep in his heart he felt wrong, and he felt bad, he remembered the words of his friend, "It's okay to be bad if you are bad for the right reasons."

Epilogue

Benedict leaned on a set of metal railing as he looked out from the boardwalk. The sun was setting, leaving a rather picturesque view of the beach in its wake. Behind him, various shops closed up early, turning off neon advertisements as the stars above began to show. The night would be a quiet as the boardwalk shut down early. With each night growing darker and colder there wasn't much business left along the boardwalk after summer had finished.

Benedict let in a breath of sea air, giving himself the moment to relax. However, this moment of serenity was soon betrayed by the obstructive blaring of cheap synthpop. Benedict turned to see that it was coming from Leonard's car that had just pulled up behind the dog.

_Real human being and a real hero..._The music played.

The music cut out as Leonard exited his car. "Thanks for coming."

"Well, I had a few questions myself." Benedict responded, giving Leonard a hug.

Leonard heartily returned the hug, unafraid of the dog's affections. "I suppose you would."

The two leaned against the railing as a cold breeze washed by. Each bided their time, trying to find the right words to speak. It was Benedict who eventually spoke first, "I guess, I just don't get why? Why did you do it? Why take down Alexi? Why set me up with Bill?"

"We needed change."

"During our final year?"

"During your final year you mean." Leonard turned his attention towards the sea.

"Shit. Sorry." Benedict caught himself. "You're still on probation, then?"

"Until the inspection is finalized, yes. I've lost my position with the press, all extra-curricular credits, and could even face full expulsion. On the other side, they may also just have me graduate and slide this entire manner under the rug. I did after all give them the idea that this whole thing could potentially blow-up in the school's face if not treated with discretion." Leonard winked at the dog causing him to laugh. Leonard joined. For a moment the two seemed like friends.

The laughter died out, fading into a silence that lasted until Benedict spoke again, "I've been thinking it over. I have this theory. You want me to run for replacement Student Body president, don't you?" Benedict examined his paws, he studied his nails. "With my grades I certainly could be a likely candidate, all that's missing is enough popularity to win the election. That's why you set me up with Bill. People follow him, right?"

"Sort of like that. Politics is a strange game," Leonard admitted, shrugging. "Are you thinking of running, then?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure I will."

Leonard became upset. "Why not? Everything is set in place. You have it all. You have me, you have the press, and you even have Bill. With a bit of bravery, you could do it.

It was Benedict's turn to become upset. "But I won't. For one, I don't even know if I like Bill and if I do like him, how can I know if it's for the right reasons? Especially with your involvement. You see it's all muddled now." Benedict threw a disgruntled paw into the air. "Because of you it's become some game."

"In this final year our school needs you. Think of what you could do for the other gay students. Think about how a gay and out Bullington Steel could help your cause."

"I have a cause now?" Benedict cut Leonard off, raising his tone of voice. A hard paw came to shove Leonard on the chest. "You know what I think? You regret taking Alexi out, because in taking her out, you've also taken yourself out. Haven't you? As strategic as you seem, that's a big misstep. You wanted chaos, well you've got it. You over-threw Alex, you ruined her life, but in doing so you've also self-destructed and you can't face that fact. You just can't face the fact that without me your game is over."

"Benedict, please." Leonard whimpered, looking at Benedict softly. Benedict cooled giving Leonard the chance to speak again, "So, what happens with you and Bill then?"

"He wants our relationship to remain on the down low. I thought I wanted more, but I've since decided to just enjoy the sex. This is my final year after all. After this year, none of this will matter. There are better guys than Bill out there."

"There's someone else..." Leonard dropped his head, he couldn't believe it.

"A crush," Benedict confessed, nodding. He then placed a hand on Leonard's shoulder, speaking with honesty, "Don't worry I know it will never be." Benedict smiled. Turning away from the beach he looked over at Leonard's car. "It doesn't matter."

"It's not in my nature." Leonard's own words caused him to think about Alexi, about their spoiled relationship. In doing so, he began to question his own motives. It was a tiring thought as he silently wondered to himself, will I ever see Alexi again?

Benedict placed a paw on Leonard's. Leonard broke from his spell, turning to the dog. Beyond them ocean waves crashed into the beach. "I'm not so sure of that. There's another reason why I'm not running. Consider it a parting gift, an opportunity to escape."

"What?"

"I don't think you are as bad of a person as you think you are, you just are stuck in a bad cycle. You destroy others to feel powerful, but actually only end up destroying yourself. Think about it. This is our final year. What you do next year is up to you."

Leonard considered the dog's kindness but found that he could not yet accept it. He pulled his paw away, turning from the railing. He took a heavy sigh. Benedict tried to speak again, but the cat remained turned away. Benedict knew he could say nothing more, and so he didn't. For awhile he instead enjoyed the ocean, contemplating it before the night grew too cold. He bid Leonard farewell and goodnight, leaving the unmoving cat behind. Lonesome the cat stayed, watching as the night's tide rolled in. He wondered to himself: Was it truly all over? Was it finally time to try and become a better person? Leonard shook his head, laughing at the notion. His world, or rather, the world he lived in, didn't need better people. It needed smarter people. Benedict would never understand this, Leonard decided. Benedict would never understand him.

Time passed as the tide came in, as the dark ocean grew deep again. Across black sands a trail of discarded clothing lay scattered. Into the waves a lone dark figure suddenly dived, sinking into depths of eternal black. Sinking deeper until he was gone. Vanishing like a phantom of the night.