Caltrop & Cannelure

Important for understanding dialogue

In this story, our lovely protagonist Anon speaks near-exclusively in lowercase, as he's a rather laid-back, casual speaker, no matter the conditions. If you ever find yourself in doubt as to which character is speaking, look to the capitalization, as the first letter of Anon's sentences will almost always be lowercase.

Part 1

the only true moment of peace one can find in high school: the final 10 minutes of the school day
a sacred time when the teacher grants you unspoken permission to relax, (respectfully) talk with friends, get a headstart on your homework, or just simply be alone with your thoughts
you were quite the subscriber to that last one
no, not because you don't have any friends
you do, they all just have different classes this year
its because you always seem to have something that plagues your mind at the end of the day that you want to explore, if just for a short period
and today, this certain something happens to be sitting right in front of you
Avery
the only fox anthro in the neighborhood, and an arctic fox at that
anthros have always been a rarity around these parts, as they typically stick to higher density cities, so seeing one otherwise is always an oddity
he's really short, 5'3'' at best, and coupled with his lithe, trim figure, you wouldn't be surprised if he weighed at most 120 lbs
somewhat narrower shoulders and wider hips for a boy give his form a rather girlish accent
big, spirited eyes that radiate confidence, and his personality can be described similarly
although usually, he's prefers to be gentle and well mannered, never once cursing when he speaks
which is saying something for a high schooler
put all this together, he's naturally a big hit with all the girls
during class, quite a few actually focus their attention on him more than on the teacher, trying to get his attention and pass notes to him
and surprisingly, all the guys like him too, even that one stuck-up know-it-all you unfortunately share most of your classes with
ugh, that guy
always trying to prove something
several times now, you've seen him raise his hand just to hold up the lecture and start up some personal anecdote or whatever that just barely correlates to what the teacher was actually discussing
you didn't think he could be interested in anything other than himself, but here he was, getting along just fine with Avery
sounds like now he's going on about that time he went snorkeling in Australia (again)
and the fox boy is giving him his full attention, tail gently swishing as he listens with seemingly great interest
yeah, seems like Avery is in good graces with pretty much everybody here
well... except for you
despite passing by him in class and through hallways at least a hundred times, you've never even so much as made eye contact with him
and as far as you're concerned, it'll stay that way for the rest of your time here
but that's entirely intentional on your part
because you know exactly what's really going on with him
it's no secret that Avery's family is well off
his dad is a rich motherfucker, some kind of financial analyst, you think, and works directly with his company's CFO
its a Fortune 500 too, MicroDigital or something like that
BIIIIG money, multiple times now we've seen his dad drop him off in that 150k luxury car of his
and when people have that kind of money, you know how they tend to raise their kids
"stay out of the way, tuck in your shirt, don't speak unless spoken to", shit like that
when they're not left at home all day with their replacement mom a.k.a. their nanny, they dutifully trail behind their father as he picks up another 7 figure deal with his venture capital bros
ass kissing and fancy drinks all around, and once that kid grows up and inherits all that wealth, he can form new circlejerks with new 70 year olds about the next flavor of the month market to exploit
you'll be cold and dead before you ever refer to yourself as a commie, but man, it pisses you off to see how easy people can have it without needing to work a day in their life
you know for a fact that anyone that small and effeminate, and an anthro on top of it, would have gotten bullied to hell and back by now if they didn't have it made like him
but because of that, everyone sucks up to him instead
people rush to his aid whenever he needs help, and he's almost always the first pick for group projects
he always has a group of at least 2 chicks by him wherever he walks, and they're always cooing over him too, asking him all kinds of obvious shit
"Woooow, Avery, how do you keep your fur so luxurious all the time?" Bitch, it's shampoo, what the fuck else could he use, battery acid!?
but you know what pisses you off the most?
it seems like you're the only one here who isn't kissing this guy's ass all the time
you've even caught some of your own friends glued to his side, clearly just trying to get on his good side
how is nobody else jealous of what he has? how can they just orbit around this guy and act so fake? just in the hopes of catching a stray dollar?
are you the only person here who actually hates this guy?
the bell decides to sound off just around the end of that particular thought, the dull electronic drone bestowing the blessing you've been waiting so patiently for: the freedom to fuck off
well, what an exciting 10 minutes of introspection that was, but let's get out of here
you waste no time in booking it home, fortunately within walking distance
nobody's here right now, as usual, but the fact makes you happy regardless
looks like you have a busy day of not doing shit to get to
and what better way to start it off than by booting up your desktop and checking what the /v/irgins on 4chan are up to today
yeah, you're browsing 4chan while underage, so what? so is half the fucking website at this point
hmm, let's see if we have any good threads today...
another "Post vidya girls you want to marry" thread, 441 posts, 281 images
meh, not for me
"UMMMMMM, CONSOLESISTERS, OUR RESPONSE?????" with a thumbnail of some e-celeb claiming that the latest Xbox launch was a flop, 6 posts, 2 images
painfully low effort bait, next
"Don't mind me, /v/, I'm just pirating this gas out of your car!", OP apparently just posted this one
c'mon man, spring break just started and THESE are the threads we're getting?
you knew it tended to get bad around this time, but good lord, its nothing but zero effort shitposting today
looks like you'll have to shift gears over to your other favorite pastime: masturbation
being the absolute degenerate you are, both your mind and dick can no longer feel arousal from normal vanilla porn
only the untamed and unorthodox may woo thine cock from its slumber

Oscar Wilde, 1879

fortunately, your handy dandy browser extensions make it so that switching over to /trash/ is just a hotkey away
y'know, what's fun about /trash/ is that there's a little something for everyone
femdom, raceplay, erp, chubby chicks/dudes, you name it
all maintained by their own little cults that bump them day and night, keeping their precious online flames from withering and dying out
its archaic compared to some forums, but it's grown on you
what you're in the market for today is an old favorite: /abg/ - anthro boys general
where anthro admirers (and sometimes the anthros themselves) post lewd photos of homosexual nature
a bit vanilla compared to your usual tastes, but it's usually pretty active
you've always known you had a little sugar in the tank
not enough to be unashamedly into burly, hairy (or in this case, furry) beefcakes, but just enough to be interested in particularly cute dicks
and what cute dicks so many anthros seem to have, all sorts of shapes and sizes
its a shame that due to their low overall population, finding a gay anthro is near impossible, let alone one who would actually be willing to put on a show for the internet
a lot of people already seem them as strange, sometimes even disturbing, so becoming a camboy is just asking for trouble
you've already learned in several of your history classes how hard they had to fight just to have the same basic rights as humans
not wanting to put a target on your head like that makes sense, you guess
sucks man, imagine how many more furry femboys could exist in the world if we could all just get along
and in a cruel twist of fate, the one anthro at your school that could've fit the bill is drowning in pussy 24/7
man, you were just tryna fap, but now your just making yourself sad
let's get back in the groove and see what's in the thread
hmmm, the usual fare so far, a couple of roleplayers, a few guys begging for more variety, that one border collie pic you've seen at least 20 times now
...OH SHIT, a .webm with 16 replies!
new content, baby!
you've been baited with too many "your mother will die in her sleep tonight unless you reply to this post"s to get your hopes up too quickly
but checking some of the replies, it looks like it's legit
a lot of them are even asking if he posts his stuff on a blog or something, so it must be good!
opening the video, it starts with him lying on what must be his bed, camera angled at his crotch in a POV perspective
his jeans were already fully unzipped beforehand, revealing a pair of tight black bikini briefs and the sizable bulge contained within
the taut fabric left little to the imagination, and even in black, you could still clearly see the outline of his stiffened sheath pressing upwards, forming an impressive tent
a hand comes into view now from behind the frame, wearing a... tactical glove? interesting choice, but fuck it, it's his video
he gently rests his hand over that mound of cock, gingerly stroking it with his thumb for just a moment before tracing it over and over again with his gloved fingers, trailing round and round
with each rotation, his cock swelled out further, straining the elastic of his already tight briefs until finally, a hint of hot pink peeks out from underneath the cloth, threatening to escape
you can tell by how shaky and repressed his movements are that he's pretty nervous, and he hesitates for a moment before hooking his thumb under his waistband
he apparently decides to pull it all down, both pants and undies, in one go, letting his fully torqued shaft swing out into the air before slapping against his left thigh
it's hard to get a good approximation of its size, but it looks pretty impressive on his frame
and now that you mention it, his thighs also look kinda big, almost a little too plush and supple for a boy
combined with his soft, light cream colored fur, you'd imagine it makes for a fantastic pillow for his penis... and probably for yours, too
his knot isn't out just yet, still barely trapped in his sheath
but he soon wraps his hand around the enclosed base and gives a couple of gentle pumps to try and coax it out
he's obviously been pent up, as just from that little action you can see how much his shaft is throbbing
you can also see a droplet of precum beading on his canine tip at an alarming fast rate, at risk of spilling along the side of his dick
soon after, his knot finally emerges from his fluffy white sheath, glistening with moisture and ready for action
he wastes no time now, gripping it firmly and beginning to fap in earnest, milking his dick with long, drawn out strokes
he occasionally extends his index finger upward to tease the pointed tip, streaking his glove's leather fingertip with wet pre
this only goes on for ~20 secs before he picks up the pace, also starting to piston his cock into his hand
he awkwardly bucks his hips upward in time with each downward stroke of his cock as he grows further desperate to pleasure himself
the amateur camerawork becomes unsteady as his humping turns increasingly erratic, clearly approaching his climax
because this godforsaken website doesn't allow .webms to have sound, you could only imagine the needy moans and gasps this boy must be making right now while he's getting his rocks off
the camera shifts off-focus for a short moment due to our distracted star, giving us an impromptu tour of the opposite half of his bedroom
you notice a neat bamboo laundry hamper tucked away at the foot of the bed, and what looks like a poster on the wall showing some kind of macho retro game
looks like a cozy spot, you think
he fortunately remembers that he needs to capture his finale, as soon enough, his cock recenters to the screen (albeit now at an off angle)
and what spectacular timing, as right after, he immediately fires off his first rope of cum
and another, and one more, each one rocketing upward past the camera frame before splattering against his legs and belly
the rest of his shots simply trickle out of him and dribble down his shaft
you can see his legs slightly trembling from his powerful orgasm, and his cum-speckled hand almost seems reluctant to let go of his now spent cock
but the video ends before you can get a proper epilogue, bummer
only now you notice the short piece of text that this particular post has
"here, since some of you fags were complaining earlier"

Part 2

it's been two days since that video was uploaded, and since then, it's been your go-to whenever you feel horny
you never thought it would have such a grip on you like this
the way he started out so nervous, teasing himself more and more until he finally lets instinct take over, forcefully gripping his cock and fucking his hand silly
shit, that's gotta be the best piece of media in that general
the only thing that bothers you about it though...
why did he bother to wear those tactical gloves?
it probably would've felt better if it was just his bare hand
you've never heard of anyone having a glove fetish before, but honestly, considering the shit you see on that board, it really isn't so crazy
still, you wonder...
anyway, you have bigger problems right now
you were left to believe that the only homework you had over the break was a week-long calisthenics log for P.E.
don't even need video proof or anything, could just fake some stats on the sheet and get full credit for it
it would've been perfect, but that cock-sucking English teacher apparently assigned us something while you weren't paying attention
sneaky little shit, and you would've never figured out if he didn't send out an email on the details

EWCA 41 - Break Paper - FAQ and suggestions
Johnson Dublepe <dublepejo@plsd.net>

Hello everyone,

I just wanted to clarify some important points on what I expect from your paper on Monday.
1.) What I need from you is five interesting facts about your partner's hobby and some explanation on why each stood out to you. Ideally, this should be around 500 words, but as long as you can get your message across adequately, you can add or omit ~100 words.
2.) Preferably, you should be able to meet with your partner in-person so you can both show and demonstrate your hobbies to each other in a wholesome manner. If conflicts in schedule prohibit this, online conferences may also suffice, so long as you are able to both teach and learn enough about your respective interests.
3.) While I do not expect you to become experts in each other's fields, you should still be able to provide specific, detailed information. A good standard to use is to imagine yourself as a beginner looking to get into their field. After reading your paper, would you know what you need in order to make informed decisions on how to start?
In case it's needed, here's a list of the assigned partners. You should arrange a meeting date, whether online or in person, as soon as you can.

Have a good break,
Mr. Dublepe

fucking damn it
from what you can gather, it seems that this "break paper" involves having to meet with a classmate and talk about a hobby of your choosing
for most people, this wouldn't be a problem... but what the fuck are YOU supposed to talk about?
pirating games? beating your meat? those awkward, clunky chiptunes you made in Audacity a couple years ago?
you don’t have an interesting hobby at all, let alone one that someone could write an essay about
...well, actually, there is something you got into not too long ago, but you’re not sure if it’s a good idea to share it with a school-affiliated party
you started fucking around with tinkering around sophomore year, building stuff out of scrap metal, PVC pipes, explosive materials, shit like that
slingshots, black powder firecrackers, overall questionable goods
you’re actually pretty decent at it, considering that most of the time they worked and that you still have all 10 of your fingers
but it’s been a little while since then
and more importantly, you don’t need to get put on some government watch list over a classmate finding out you apparently make IEDs in your spare time
which is completely ludicrous, the explosive force never exceeds an M-80, they’re essentially harmless
but whatever you say is likely to reach across the whole school in a matter of days, considering that you just figured out who your partner is…

Fwd: EWCA 41 - Break Paper - FAQ and suggestions
Avery Barrere <barrereav@plsd.net>

Hi Anon,
It looks like we’ve been assigned together for this project. I’m looking forward to working with you. What would be a good time to discuss things? I’m available pretty much the entire day haha

you just got this a few minutes ago
looks like there’s no need to check the partner list in that last email now
your break is actually about to be put on hold so that some silver-spoon piece of shit can flaunt his wealth over you while you sputter on about chiptunes or some shit, huh?
...
pfh, as fucking if
you immediately boot up Zoom, like the zoomer you are, and send him an invite to a video chat
no context, no meet time, nothing
immediately after, you rifle under your bed, past the various mismatching socks and cardboard boxes stuffed with old appliances, to recover your hidden masterpiece
you worked hours and hours on it, refining each aspect to near perfection
mom would FREAK if she knew you had it, but you’ve kept it under wraps quite well until now
it’s fine, really. if you have to do this, you’re going to take charge
fuck all these limp-dick school boards and chicken-shit normalfags, you’re tired of holding back
you’re gonna show this guy exactly what your “field of interest” is, and if he or anyone else has a problem with it, then fuck them too
you’re only a few months from graduating, anyway, so realistically, what’s the worst they could do?
there’s only a short delay before he joins your meeting
”Yo? Can you hear me alright?”
his voice resonates crystal clear, likely from an expensive microphone
”yup”, you respond, your scuffed webcam mic just barely getting the wavelengths across
”Ok, nice. So, uh, did you have anything in mind you wanted to talk about?”
”yeah, as a matter of fact, i do. check this out.”
you activate your camera, letting the cheap hardware struggle to focus onto its autodesignated focal point, a.k.a. the masterpiece you hold
an 8’’ shank, meticulously sharpened and polished from a piece of broken bicycle frame that you found lying under a bridge
the blade has a slight curve around its edge, straightening out by the belly, and the tip is pinprick sharp
to serve as a handle, you wrapped some electrical tape around its base, then you carefully tied some leather strips, ripped and fashioned from a belt you found in someone’s trash, flush around that
it looks like something that was confiscated from a brazilian prison, probably from some fat gangster known around his block as “grande sangue” but it’s your magnum opus, and it fills you with pride
it almost feels cathartic finally being able to show it off to someone else, even if he probably thinks that you’re a school threat now
”i made it myself… had to consult all kinds of blacksmithing guides and shit like that to make sure i was doing it right. it works great, too.”
you didn't notice until just now that he apparently also has his camera on (was it on from the start?)
as expected, his room is immaculate
big as all hell, well lit, walls painted a light beige, bed the size of fucking Nevada
but that look on his face… you were expecting to see discomfort, distress, something of that nature
but instead… you see fascination, wide eyes, and a focused gaze
”That looks amazing, man! It almost looks like it’s from a video game… wow, and it’s not, like, cosplay or anything?”
ah, he thinks it's just a toy, huh? you’ll show him…
”nope, this is the real deal, right here. wanna see?”
you hadn’t planned on it, but an impromptu demonstration will require a sacrifice, so you must look for one within the vicinity
a quick intermission is all you need, as you soon spot a suitable target: your old backpack, worn and no longer usable, just sitting in the closet gathering dust
this thing chafed like a motherfucker when it got too heavy. it’ll feel good stabbing this, so bonus points for that
it took some doing hanging it up in a location where both the webcam could see it and it wouldn’t cause any collateral damage if you fuck up somehow
you also stuff it with some junk like old graded papers and flattened soda cans for some added resistance, all within view of the camera so that he knows you’re not bullshitting, of course
you take your blade into your dominant hand and ready yourself
is he still watching? good
having no interest in fanfare, you raise your shank into the air before swiftly bringing it down into the backpack
you hear the crunch of aluminum, confirming your hit, but you wonder how deep it was able to go
and it seems a little difficult to pull out… uh oh, it didn’t get damaged, did it!?
you hurriedly scan around the circumference of the bag, and find the tip of your blade sticking out directly opposite from where you initially stabbed
wow… it actually went all the way through, huh? this really was your magnum opus
you turn back to the camera to find Avery fully leaning into his monitor
even from that little screen on the top-left, you can see his face reading nothing short of pure amazement and admiration
you have to put on your headphones to hear what he’s saying, so you can only make out the second half of his sentence
”-ffesionals could make stuff like that! That’s… woah, you have a real talent, man. So you make knives, then?”
“well, that and other stuff… if you come over, i can show you what i do with black powder”, you reply in a last-ditch attempt to scare him
”Ooh, you have-… no, there’s no way I’m gonna miss that. That sounds sick.”
”Hey, I’m glad I got you as my partner”, he says, before beaming a smile at you from across the screen. “You seem really cool.”
...
hmmm, nope, not good
all of the sudden, you don’t quite feel like yourself
you need to take a little break
”y-yeah, thanks, um, i… gotta toss this stuff. don’t worry, it was all junk anyway, needed to get tossed. just... give me a couple of minutes here.”
you get a trash bag out of the kitchen and bag up your sacrifice, heart pounding all the while
what’s happening to you? your hands… why wont your hands stop fucking shaking?
it feels like a spike of adrenaline is surging through you, but its not out of fear of getting caught
you still have an hour or so before your parents arrive
it’s just… why did he have to say those things to you at the end there?
doesn’t he know that this is the first time you’ve ever told anyone about your secret hobby?
to open up about yourself like that, expecting to be criticized, perhaps even shunned…
but instead received with open arms, genuine interest, and with the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen…
you think you know what you’re feeling right now, and it scares you
everyone at your school, and shit, probably everyone in general thinks that Avery is cute
there must be at least 1000 people with crushes on him at this very moment
you have no chance. he probably doesn’t even swing that way. you need to snap out of it
he was just being polite is all. yeah. just like with mr. know-it-all a couple of days ago
okay, deep breaths, lets get back to it
you hop back onto your computer. Avery went afk for a bit, it seems, but soon returns with a drink in his hand, something with an old-fashioned logo and a lemon on it
probably something imported and fancy
”hey, uh, anyway… the reason i did all that was because… if we have to do this lame ass assignment, i don’t wanna just half-ass it with some made-up pastime or whatever and waste each other’s break, y’know? let’s have some fun with this.”
”so, uh, you got anything going on that’s particularly exciting? …that you’re okay with sharing, of course.”
you’re not expecting much, really. maybe he goes golfing with his pops or something like that
”You know, I actually do have something that’s a little… adventurous. I don’t really talk about it much, but… have you ever been to a range before, Anon?”
”uh, you mean like a ranch?”
”No, man, not a ranch… a firing range, where you shoot at targets and stuff.”
”oh, naw. nothing like that. do they have any around here? that actually sounds fun.”
you must have that same look of curiosity on your face right now, because Avery looks delighted at your response
”Yeah, I go to one over by Peyote Creek. It’s not that far from here. If you want, you could get picked up and I’ll show you how to fire a gun there.”
what the fuck? this guy gets to shoot shit? is that even legal in high school?
”uh, yeah, man, i’ll look forward to it. shit, i’m glad i got to have you as a partner.”
”Hahah, thanks. Glad that worked out so well, huh? Wish I could give you a demonstration, too, but… can’t just pull those out in the house, y’know?”
the meeting ends with each of you confirming the dates of your little exhibitions
tomorrow, you’ll head over to the range to learn how to properly aim and fire a gun from Avery, although you promised your mom that you won’t actually do any shooting yourself
a blatant lie, of course
then, the next day, you’ll show him how to make (legal) firecrackers, along with a little surprise tool, a slingbow
heh, getting to hang out with a cute boy like him, both of you getting to fuck around with dangerous equipment, genuinely excited to discuss and take in each other's guilty pleasures…
you know what, Mr. Dublepe? maybe you’re alright, after all
all and all, it’s been a productive day, but it’s still missing something, isn’t it?
yep, time to spank it
tonight, we’ll send off our trusty /abg/ video to a glorious retirement with one final fap
it’s a nice vid, no doubt about it, but you’ve had your fill, seen all there is to see
let’s pull it up on the archive, there it is…
...hmmm, something’s… interesting here…
why does this video look a little… different than before?
nothing’s actually changed, that much is certain, but… you could swear that you already saw this room layout recently…
the shade of paint on the walls, the bed frame…
you’ve seen this today somewhere else other than this video
...
...oh shit, nigga, was this HIM?

Part 3

full-size, platinum white exterior, a giant, stylized grille, all polished to a mirror finish
even a full inspection would reveal not a dent nor divot anywhere in or on the body
now that… is a nice fucking car
at least, you think so… you’ve never really been a car person, so you can only guess
but that doesn’t matter
what matters is that it’s currently parked in your driveway waiting for your arrival
shit, you don’t really know what to bring to a place like a gun range
you have earplugs, but what the fuck else do you need besides that and the guns themselves?
maybe nothing? guess there’s only one real way to find out
you imagine that Avery’s dad is the one picking you up this lovely sunny afternoon
but an unexpected sight greets you as your exit your front door
”You ready, Anon?”, Avery calls out from the driver’s seat
”uh… yeah, man, sure.”
was this… his car? no fucking way
you step up into the passenger seat, noting the sleek wooden finish adorning the armrests
of course, the rest of the car is pretty
but for some reason, that’s the first thing that jumps out at you
”so, you get to drive this thing around, huh?”
your attempt at stifling your envious tone holds little success
”Only sometimes. My dad lets me borrow it when he’s out of town, but only if it’s necessary.”
”We’re doing a school assignment right now, technically, so it’s okay with him.”
as Avery backs out of the driveway, you notice how many camera angles the driver’s display provides
HD rear view cam, wheel cam… is that a night-vision option?
jesus, imagine if everyone had retard-proof vehicles like this one
maybe then, that stray cat you used to feed wouldn’t have gotten ran over
rest in peace, Killbot, you’ve earned it
”hey, thanks for taking me out like this, man… and sorry if i came off a little… eccentric during that meeting.”
”i realize that i might have freaked you out. my bad.”
the goal was to freak him out, actually, but he doesn’t need to know that
”Hahah, don’t worry about it. I’m actually really glad you showed me that.”
”The truth is… I’ve been hoping that I could bring someone else to the range, show them my gun collection.”
”...collection?”
”Yeah, heh… sounds a little suspect for someone my age, doesn’t it? B-But please don’t get the wrong idea!”
”I just like firing at paper targets, that’s all… well, those and clay pigeons, y’know?”
”yeah, don’t worry, man, i got you. my grandpa liked to shoot at stuff, too, so it’s not too crazy for me.”
”Thanks. I guess you’re also a fan of… ambitious stuff like this, so I had a feeling you’d understand.”
”Anyway, we’re gonna be meeting a friend of mine over there. He taught me almost everything I know.”
”His name’s Bill. Apart from my parents, and maybe a couple of friends, he’s the only one that really knows I get up to stuff like this.”
”is he from a different school?”
”Oh, no, he’s much older than that. Has a wife and kid.”
”He’s a little… undiplomatic sometimes, but I’m sure you’ll like him.”
both of you head into the more rural area of the county now
little herds of livestock begin appearing along the side of the freeway
you’ve always enjoyed counting how many baby cows you could find on a single ride
the rest of the trip is essentially just small talk, rating your teachers, stuff like that
you would’ve liked to say it was relaxing, but your mind kept going back to last night
...was the boy in that video really Avery?
i mean… all they have in common is the same fur color and similar room layouts
it’s incriminating, maybe, but far from proof
and besides, could you really imagine him doing something like that?
the mannerly, almost regal foxboy in the car with you now
posting himself beating his meat and blasting hot cum all over his fuzzy abdomen
his girly legs quivering from the titillation and afterglow
... you had to cross your legs more than once to hide your growing arousal
eventually, you turn off a side road onto an unmarked dirt path
the ride noticeably roughens as it trails over the uneven terrain
you see nothing but grassy hills and empty fields out of your window
...the idea that you’re about to be hunted for sport creeps its way into your head
but you try to dispel the thought as best you can
you told your mom you were going with him today, so she’ll know if something happens to you
probably won’t save you, but at least your body might still be recovered
Avery turns a corner and what seems to be the range comes into view
...it’s not really as glamorous as you were hoping it would be
there’s some standing steel targets planted into the bare, compacted dirt
a good few have been set out in a row, others are arranged in various patterns
nearby, it looks like some old shelving was salvaged for holding practice fodder
glass bottles, stuffed animals… is that a watermelon?
and most notably, you see a man dressed in dark camo leaning on a dusty pick-up
a bit of a heavier-set fellow, but still decently fit by the looks of it
he looks up and provides a brief wave to the incoming car, a.k.a. you and Avery
with no designated parking in sight, Avery stops the car next to this mystery vehicle
”Here, let’s see if it’s all set up.”
he’s rather quick to exit, leaving the driver’s side door open as he makes his way over
and by the time you catch up with him, he’s already wrapped in a hug by mr. camo
the sight strikes a bit of animosity (perhaps jealousy?) within you, but you suppress it
”You got your little protégé with you?”, the man asks Avery
an entirely rhetorical question, as he’s already spotted you beforehand
Bill, as it seems, extends a hands to you
”Hey, buddy. How’s it going?”
his voice is gruff and raspy, yet still pleasant to hear, like a truck tire rolling over dry gravel
”pretty good. it wasn’t too far of a ride.”
”Yeah? That’s good to hear. Uh, listen, I’m not really sure what you're supposed to write about in your little essay.”
”five fun facts, pretty much. whatever you think is interesting enough, i’ll add in, and that’s basically it.”
”What, really? Shit, dude, you could’ve just Googled that stuff, saved yourself some time.”
”It can’t just be generic stuff.” Avery interjects surprisingly quickly, “It needs to demonstrate knowledge in the field.”
”Well, uh, I guess we could try showing him form and function. That’s always important.”
”what’s form and function?”
”I just like to call it that. It’s how to hold onto your gun while you fire it, how you field strip it, shit everybody should know.”
But that’s boring!” Avery melodramatically whines. “Show him how to hipfire like you did that one time.”
”Ahahaha... Ah, nah, not gonna do that.”
”Maybe once you get the hang of it, you could try and teach him, how about that?”
Avery feigns disappointment, but you notice his tail begin to wag from the thought
”Anyway, let’s start with numero uno, here. The number one rule: always protect your hearing.”
"You’re gonna want to put this on.”
Bill hands you a pair of orange earmuffs, made for high-level ear protection
they have a similar look to those cheap, shitty gaming headphones you had back when you were 13
”do i really need these if i already brought my own earplugs?”
”Absolutely. Earplugs aren’t good enough if you’re working with equipment like this. Matter of fact, that reminds me…”
”I got a cousin, lives not too far from here… one time, he thought it would be a great idea to prank his buddy…”
”He loaded in a blank, threw on some earplugs, just like those, and right at the stand here… when he readied his shotgun…”
”He was gonna joke like he shoots his foot by accident, right? But the thing is, well, he tells me now that his earplugs were too loose…”
”So when he fired it… well, let’s put it like this…”
”You wanna know what the first word he responds to you with is, nowadays?”
”...what?”
”Yeah, exactly. Hahahaha!”
you struggle to smile at Bill’s particularly half-baked joke
if anything, his off-kilter, wheezy laughter is more funny
you could see Avery out of the corner of your eye, face reading half amused, half annoyed while he listened in
it seems you’re not the first person to hear this little knee-slapper
and you likely won’t be the last either
”Well, while you help Anon, I’m gonna get changed.” Avery states
he ducks back into his ivory chariot while you fiddle with your earmuffs
you didn’t expect them to be so tight, but you’ll manage
what’s really the issue is how hazy Bill’s words are now that you’re double layered with ear protection
it takes some getting used to, but you think you can still make him out
”...nly 6 bucks, too. Real nice, I tell ya.”
”So anyway… I hear you like to jerry-rig stuff, huh?”
oh god, did Avery already tell him about that?
”uhh, just as a side hobby kinda thing, y’know?”
”That’s fun… you gotta know what you’re doing, though.”
”I actually have a cousin… different cousin this time… yeah, I know, a lot of fucking cousins…”
”He works at a mining company, forgot which one, and he’s in charge of figuring out where the Blastex goes.”
”Like, he’s not the one stringing it up, he tells people where to string it up.”
”One time, he let me detonate the whole thing… let me tell you, man, that was fucking crazy.”
”You’d think the Earth just shit itself the way everything just shifts… and you can feel it too, a mile away.”
”Anyway, there’s job opportunities for shit like that, man, so if that’s what you wanna do, go for it.”
”um, yeah, thanks, Bill.”
is this how small talk is supposed to go with this guy the whole time you’re here? good god
fortunately, you can now hear Avery making his way back to you two
but when you turn to look at him, you’re immediately flabbergasted at what you see
what in the sweet Jesus is this guy wearing!?
the top half of him is decked out in a heavy duty, desert camo plate carrier
a mishmash of pockets, mag holders, and even a walkie-talkie adorn the front side
each aspect pristine and spotless, as if it’s only purpose was for decoration
you also notice the military field jacket he’s wearing under it, the sleeves matching colors with the carrier quite nicely
but what really stands out to you is the bottom half of his outfit
unless your eyes deceive you, he’s wearing nothing down there save a pair of black, athletic striped thigh high socks
the open-toed design allows him to freely walk barefoot, no big deal for a canid
and the curvature of his shapely legs is highlighted by the fabric’s form-fitting outline
you can even see where the fluff of his thighs begins to peek out from the edges of the cloth, making them look slightly more voluptuous
the plate carrier’s groin protection prevents you from getting a good look at what he’s actually wearing to cover himself up
though you’d imagine it would have to be particularly short if it all fits under that flap
oh my… it takes some willpower to stop yourself from staring any further
but of course, nothing can stop you from suppressing the look of pure shock on your face
Avery, as if entirely oblivious to his scandalous outfit until seeing your reaction, bashfully looks away
”Oh, right, uh… this is what I like to wear when I’m at the range.”
”You’re alright with it, right, Anon?”
you try to suppress just how okay with it you are, and offer him a lax “sure”
he gives you a brilliantly bright smile before holding up a black canvas rifle case
”I’m gonna try out my FAL again, it should be fun.”
”you brought an assault rifle with you?” you nearly sputter
you’re still recoiling from your previous shock only to be hit with this new one
”Well, it’s not really an assault rifle. It’s chambered for fully powered cartridges, 7.62 NATO, which are usually around 25 grams each.”
”...”
”That just means it’s more for single-shot accuracy. It’s perfect for us, though.”
”Yeah, I’ve never really been a fan of assault rifles.” Bill adds. “Some guys bring em, but, ehhh…”
”You just haven’t felt the appeal yet.” Avery laughs before grabbing your hand
”Here, let me show you how it’s put together.”
the sudden loss of your handholding virginity nearly makes you faint
but you soldier on, making your way with him to the only flat surface anywhere nearby
the bed of Bill’s truck
”These rifles are pretty simple for the most part” Avery begins before unzipping the case
it’d almost look like a fancy backpack if it wasn’t for what’s inside
you’re amazed at the actual size of the gun once he pulls it out
fucking thing looks like it weighs more than him
it also looks rather beat up, as if he’s just the most recent of many owners of this gun
you expected it to require some assembly, but it already looks pretty put together
”All we have to do is slide the bolt into the bolt carrier, put them into the front here, and we should be good to go.”
”But first… write this one down, Anon… you always check to see if there’s a cartridge loaded.”
Avery slides back a lever on the rail to reveal the rifle’s chamber, fortunately empty
the metallic chuck you hear as he slides it back sounds rather pleasant to you
”Alright, we’re good. Come here, you gotta get a good look for this.”
Avery wraps a hand around your side and pulls you closer to him
the velvety fur from his thighs makes contact with your arm for a moment
you have to fight the instinctual urge to feel them up further
”It can get a little tricky sometimes when you try to put it in… let me see…”
he fidgets with the little steel contraption, looking for where to align each of the grooves
all the while rubbing his soft, bare thigh against your lower half
even with jeans on, you can still feel how warm and plush he is down there
it really doesn’t help that he’s slightly in front of you too
if he shifted just a little more to the right, he’d essentially be grinding his ass on you
and considering how little he’s wearing there…
you willpower beings to fail you as you feel yourself becoming erect
”Sheesh… it’s a little tight… maybe we need lube for this? I didn’t bring any.”
there’s no fucking way he’s doing this on purpose, right?
why do you have to be so horny for anthro femboys all the time!?
you’re about 3 seconds from poking his leg with your raging hard-on
but it seems that he finally locks it into place, giving you an excuse to move
”so t-that’s how it’s done, huh?”
you feign deep interest as you shuffle away from him to inspect the mechanism more closely
”Yep. Sorry, the firing pin is a little long on this one. It’s a common problem.”
once it’s fully assembled, you’re instructed to take it to Bill
Avery stays back for a short while to unpack the ammunition from his trunk
you have to admit, you’re starting to become disappointed with how little private time you two are getting
and it seems that what little you actually get becomes blighted by your horniness
”Yep, looks good.” Bill affirms you
he takes the rifle from your hands, which is indeed probably heavier than Avery
how in god’s name that little foxboy can hold that thing, let alone fire it, is beyond you
”Probably shoulda warned you about his outfit earlier, sorry about that.”
”ah, it’s no big deal, really. it’s just a little… unique is all.”
”Yeah, I don't know why the hell he wears that stuff either.”
”The first time he did it, I looked at him, told him ‘What, are you trying to work as a stripper all of the sudden?’, but he just said it felt more comfortable.”
”Shows up each time like this… I eventually just stopped mentioning it.”
”Kids these days… I used to think I was still young like you guys, but there’s no way in hell I'd wear anything like that.”
”yeah, don’t worry, it’s not becoming a trend or anything.”
he chuckles at that
the majority of your time there is then spent going over “form and function”
again, they just like to call it that
they show you common mistakes, proper shooting stances, how to look down the optics
all that fun stuff
Bill even let you fire the FAL for a moment
albeit not without a great amount of ~~begging~~ convincing from your part
the recoil on that damn gun is insane, even when you’re firing it prone
but that watermelon got fucked up once you finally got the hang of it
they congratulate you after hitting it on your 14th try
they don’t let you try out any of their cool-looking SMGs, though
Avery actually wanted you to test some of his, but Bill strictly forbid it
what a buzzkill
you silently wished throughout the session that he’d be taken out of the equation
just for a moment
you knew it was hopeless, but still, you mentally persisted
until finally, by the grace of Xenu, your prayers were answered
Bill put a new attachment, a muzzle brake, on one of his SMGs to see how it operated
but as he was trying out some automatic fire, you suddenly saw a shower of sparks being sent out
you weren’t all that close, but you could feel some of the singe from them
so imagine what Bill must have felt
you were expecting a flinch reaction, but what he expressed was more akin to disappointment
he sets the weapon down and removes his sunglasses, hands checking for wounds along the side of his face
”Oh hell no. I’m not doing that again. That fucking sucks.”
”C’mon, why would you put a muzzle brake on your shorty like that?”, Avery chastises
”I don’t know, man, I thought it would look cool! I’m taking that shit off! Fuck, burnt my fucking mustache…”
despite Bill’s claims, his mustache appears fine, but the attachment is ridiculed and removed all the same
you suppose there’s an opportunity to put something in your paper about this
”can i ask why that ended up failing?”
”Yeah, uhh… what happened there was that the brake is redirecting gases backwards, cause that’s what they’re supposed to do, right?”
”But it's also igniting all the fucking powder right into my face, so there’s that…”
”The barrel just gets too hot with these little 6.5 ones. Should’ve known better.”
”... That actually fucking sucks, man. That would’ve looked so nice with that brake on it.”
Bill sighs dejectedly before packing up his weapon, mumbling to himself
”No muzzle brakes on the shorties… pfhh… there’s gotta be at least one that works…”
he turns to you two
”Well, I’m gonna take a break for a while… run to the store to get some things… want anything, Anon?”
”uh, no thanks, i’m good.”
”I heard Milk Duds. Good choice, I love those.”
he loads his case into the passenger seat of his truck before hopping in
”Anyway, I’ll be back in around half an hour. Entertain yourselves on your phones or whatever in the meantime.”
”And I swear to God, don’t do anything stupid. I trust you kids not to be idiots, alright?”
”We’re fine, Bill” Avery reassures. ”Go do what you gotta do. I’ll go over Anon’s notes to make sure they’re accurate, that’s all.”
”Alright, then” Bill convinces himself before slamming the door shut and taking off
a bit of an eerie feeling comes over you for a second
the boy always surrounded by groupies at school, now entirely alone with you
it’s exactly what you wanted, your golden opportunity to make an impression
but how do you go about it? how do you make sure not to waste this precious time?
god, you wanted to get over this ridiculous crush, but being with him now only ignites it further
lost in thought, you discover that Avery actually makes the first move
”Hey, Anon, uh, did you wanna have another go with the FAL?”
”... are you sure it’s okay with Bill gone?”
”Yeah, don’t worry about it. He’s just scared about teaching someone underage is all. Doesn’t want to lose his license, y’know?”
”He absolutely refused to let me shoot until I turned 18. Honestly, I’m surprised he let you…”
”But I’m not worried about losing anything… here, I’ll show you how to hold it properly.”
as you fire it together, you get some more in-depth lessons on things like recoil control
Avery also tells you how he built it from some Israeli kit he won off an auction
he’s a beast with that thing, and you show rapid improvement under his guidance
it’s probably the most fun you’ve had all month
even if it’ll likely end up bruising your shoulder like crazy
something interesting you noticed though…
when Avery was adjusting your stance, he seemed a little bit.. touchy-feely with you
maybe that’s just how it’s meant to be done
but he seemed to have a special interest in arm placement
always trying to grab your biceps for some reason
did you really need this much assistance?
eventually, Bill comes back, distributes the snackies, and summarizes your lessons
before he packs up the gear to haul it away
a shame it has to end, but you supposedly got everything you came for
”well, thanks for showing me your collection. it’s pretty impressive.”
“Oh, actually, these are just what I brought from home.” Avery replies
come again?
”Hey, Bill”, Avery shouts from across the field, “You know which guns I have back at your place?”
”Uhh… damn, let me think… there’s your P40… your sugar weasel… the AK-74 is yours, too, right?”
”Yeah, the 74 is mine.”
”...Yeah, that and the Mak, I believe those are all yours.”
...what in the goddamn? he can just have all of that? a teenager?
”Sorry, Anon. I would’ve liked to show you the full thing, but this’ll have to do for now.”
you can only imagine that most of those aren’t legally his
probably his dad’s and he’s just allowed to borrow them
fucking guy gets everything it seems
but while you’d like to revel in the feeling of a job well done…
after all, you got to shoot guns with Avery, get the materials for your essay
and get a box of Milk Duds to bring home
...something just doesn’t sit right with you
about the way those two interacted with each other while you were here
...no... you know exactly what it is
you’ve read too many doujins that’ve ended in surprise NTR for far too long now
you know the warning signs
a big, husky man with a cute boy out in the middle of nowhere
the seemingly friendly affection, the lewd attire right out of the blue
and now how he apparently keeps stuff at Bill’s house
the MC entirely oblivious to it all until it's too late
and discovers his seemingly pure love interest face down taking the FUBpill
you’re not an idiot… but are you perhaps just paranoid?
you think for a moment on what to ask Bill in order to clear this up…
”so, uh, how often do you and Avery come out here together?”
”Around once every two weeks, I’d say… but not really under these circumstances.”
”you mean with someone who’s too young to shoot?”
”Well, actually, it’s usually me, Avery, and his dad, but when he's out of town, none of us typically meet.”
”The only reason we’re here now is because his dad called in a favor…”
”...said his son really wanted to show someone the range for a school project, so I said ‘Fuck it’.”
”I didn’t really have much of anything else going on today, so here I am. I guess you lucked out, huh?”
... yeah, it looks like you did
it seems that he only likes shooting with Avery’s dad, seeing Avery as more of a third wheel
even if your chances with the foxboy are still zilch, this at least gives you some peace of mind
... but hold on, what was that he said about his dad calling in a favor?
did Avery really have to pull some strings just to bring you on a trip with him?
that thought sits with you the whole ride back to your house

Part 4

you’re still an amateur at this, but you’re certainly not an idiot
when dealing with substances like these, you never stray from the fundamental formula
75% potassium nitrate, 15% charcoal, 10% sulfur
the exact ratios needed for making an effective, albeit primitive, gunpowder
anything more or less, and it’ll be rendered useless
the process of making black powder is slow, arduous, messy, and most of all, dangerous
each material needs to be crushed ultra-fine, meaning that you’re at constant risk of breathing it in
and once they’re all mixed together, a single spark or unregulated source of friction is all it takes to ignite it
it must be treated with the utmost respect, as anything less could spell your doom
it’s for these reasons that you’ll be pre-making the batch that you intend to use with Avery
you originally wanted to have him help, but… yeah, maybe not the best idea
besides, you wouldn’t want his pretty white fur to get stained grey with powder
along with that and a set of firework fuses, the ingredients are all set up for tonight’s firecracker assembly
you had also planned for making a slingbow with him, but that, unfortunately, had to be scrapped
apparently, those fucking pansies at walmart don’t sell hard-tipped arrows to minors
once you turn 18 in 5 months, maybe then you’ll finally have enough brainpower to use them responsibly, huh?
what a lame rule, but what can you do?
keep the operation moving, that’s what
this time, instead of your house, you asked him to meet up with you in a subway
no, not the weirdo-infested underground railroad kind of subway
and certainly not the one that Spyro works at, dear god
it’s a road underpass for pedestrians, made so people can cross through overhead traffic
this one’s a nice little spot, a divot the road planners made in order to accommodate for the baby creek that runs through the area
it’s spacious enough for a few bums to take refuge under, but the cars overhead are too noisy for them to stick around
making it a lovely spot for you to test out the various random bullshit you make
Avery shows up a little late, as he apparently stopped along the way to get drinks for the both of you
you can’t help but notice his outfit as he hands you an iced coffee
a light, longline green parka unifies with a charcoal wool turtleneck to highlight his slim figure
while his skinny jeans come in to provide a burst of color, the faded blue denim contrasting well with the dark tones
it’s nice that he seems so well versed with fashion, but you wonder why he bothered to wear all this
all you’re doing is making and throwing a bunch of firecrackers, anyway
once the supplies are out, there’s little talk other than you explaining what to do
cut out the paper, form the tubes, pack the powder, seal it all off, poke the fuse in
you were slightly worried the assembly process would be too monotonous for him, but he doesn’t seem to mind
if anything, he’s keeping pace with you rather nicely
”So, uh… you think anyone will mind if we throw these around here?”
”nah, this place is practically deserted, at least around this time.”
”worst case scenario, someone notices a bunch of burnt hulls, maybe shakes their head, mutters something about ‘kids these days…’, y’know?”
”What, you mean we’re not gonna pick up the shells afterwards?”
”...do we need to?”
”Shouldn’t we? We’re not making all that many, anyway.”
”oh, alright, mom. god, why not tell me i need to start applying for different colleges too…”
”...You haven’t already?”
”oh my fucking god.”
the both of you are able to make a total of 12 firecrackers, just as expected
you pray to your sweet Jesus that you didn’t somehow fuck up the procedure and make a bunch of duds
you really didn’t want to embarrass yourself like that in front of him
but your worries are unfounded, as they light up clean and sound off with a lovely pfoom
it was… almost concerning how Avery’s eyes seemed to glimmer with each explosion
maybe it was just the aluminum strips you added to the powder fizzling into white sparks and reflecting off his eyes
surely…
but at any rate, you both have fun blasting random stuff you find in the underpass
for the assignment, Avery takes notes on your ramblings about hand-screening powder, determining measurements…
things of that autistic nature
honestly, it felt liberating finally having someone to talk about this with in real life and not on a Macanese greyhound racing forum
almost makes you feel like a real professional now…
unfortunately, the last firecracker ends up being no good, the fuse seemingly burning up before it could ignite anything
so instead of a grand finale, you get a grand dissapointment
a shame, but that happens sometimes
Avery tries to trash it, but you stop him in time
”gotta wait 15 minutes before handling it… make sure the fuse burns out completely.”
he writes it down, making it the 5th and final required fact for your hobby
”Got it” he affirms, showing you his completed note sheet
”So, how’s this? Everything look good?”
”yep”, you respond, although you notice something odd
not with his notes, but with your reaction to them
this sight of them is… surprisingly upsetting to you
you almost fail to hold back a grimace
you quickly turn away, pretending to suddenly shift your attention to the creek
”y’know, uh, there’s a snake that shows up sometimes… big one, and it lives right over there.”
you point to a muddy enclave nearby, partially hidden beneath a bramble
”it likes to hiss at anyone close by, and i swear i've seen it try to lunge at me before.”
”although, most of the time, it gets spooked by all the noise and runs off.”
”...Runs?”
”you know what i fucking mean”
he laughs, and you feign a chuckle as well
...you realize what’s bugging you so much
with his notes completed, he technically has everything he needs to finish the assignment
...meaning there’s no more need for him to hang out with you
soon enough, you’ll both go your separate ways, get your grades
maybe you’ll get to wave to each other between classes now, just like everyone else
until you graduate in a few months and never see each other again…
and yeah, you guys clearly have some common interests, you could be friends, but…
with all the attention he seems to get all the time, all the attention he’s expected to give back
realistically, how much time can he allot for some yokel who’s fun to blow shit up with?
you’re going to be forgotten about soon enough, and…
maybe it’s cringe as fuck for you to think this, but… you don’t want to lose him
...
no, you need to stop being a little bitch
this is what you wanted not too long ago
to just get the assignment done and get on with your break
and that’s exactly what you did
mission accomplished, right?
”...sometimes… i see myself in that snake… a fool in the thicket…” you half-mumble
”Bro, what are you talking about?”
”i don’t know, actually… i, uh, must’ve inhaled too much smoke, i guess.”
you try to laugh it off, and he joins you soon enough
but he still seems a tad bit concerned
”Hey, can I ask… what got you interested in this kind of stuff?”
”what, this? uhhh, honestly, i kinda just got bored one day, was looking for something to do…”
”was never really a fan of the school clubs, and other hobbies are all expensive as fuck, so I went with this.”
you sense a hint of disappointment from him, perhaps unsatisfied with that explanation
”...but you know what keeps me interested in it?”
his ears perk up
”it’s a little weird, but… i like it when people can do cool stuff with shitty materials.”
”and i don’t mean, like, melting soda cans into a brittle ass sword or some shit…”
”it’s more like, if some dude locks himself out of his car in the middle of nowhere…”
”and he bends a metal hanger he found off the side of the road into a hook to fish his keys back out.”
”sick, right?”
Avery directs a blank gaze towards you
”nonono, i swear to god, there’s a better way to describe it, hold on…”
”okay, i got it. so in world war 1, german snipers were fucking up the english, right?”
”they shot so well, and were concealed so perfectly, that as soon as anyone, anything peeked its head out, it got shot.”
Avery hasn’t noticed, but his tail begins to slightly wag
looks like your mention of warfare tactics has him interested
”so how the british dealt with it was with mannequin heads. mannequins! with wigs and helmets!”
”the snipers shot at those, they’d pull ‘em in and calculate the trajectory of the bullet from the hole…”
”and from that, they’d figure out where the sniper was and get his bitch ass.”
”or, stay with me here, when the british sent out an aerial raid inside enemy lines, they could’ve just used bombs…”
”but instead, they dropped matchboxes. shitty fucking matchboxes. and guess what was inside of them?”
Avery, the trooper he is, diligently awaits your response
”instructions… on how to fake having shit like typhus so that you could get sent home early.”
”they’d drop these on demoralized troops, those troops would feign illness, get out of the war, and get this…”
”when the generals found out about it, soldiers who claimed to be sick would still be sent to the front…"
”so if they actually were sick, everyone else would get it too and fuck up their whole army.”
”that’s the kinda shit that gets me hype, y’know?”
the dud firecracker, at this moment, finally gets its ignition and ruptures open behind you
but a weakness in its wrapping prevents enough pressure building up for a proper explosion
instead, a cascade of sparks continuously shoots up through its opening, lighting your backdrop with a glittery white shimmer
you don’t need to turn around to know all of this, of course
you’ve witnessed enough dud ignitions for you to identify them through sound alone
but to Avery, it must look like a show of fireworks that someone set off for your speech
you take the opportunity to up your theatrics and transition into a soapbox-esque spiel
”it’s through this innovation… through mannequin and matchbox, caltrop and cannelure…”
”shit that you never hear about since it’s so seemingly insignificant…”
”this is what really writes history, to me. not just in war, but in life as we know it.”
”little things that build up into unstoppable forces…”
ok, maybe your rant was a little too much this time
Avery, while still fascinated, unfortunately couldn’t keep up with your jabber
”Uhhh, sorry… can you repeat that?” he jokes
”...i’m just an autist, i guess.”
”...Well, I mean, knowing a bunch of WW1 trivia doesn’t automatically put you on the spectrum.”
you raise your eyebrows at him
”...Alright, I guess it kinda does, but…”
he gets a genuine laugh out of you from that one
the shower of sparks ended a while ago, allowing you to finally discard the final shell
...damn, you guess this is it, huh?
you suppose the whole experience could be called bittersweet
not too long ago, you hated this guy’s guts
all this time, you assumed he’s just some pompous prick who flaunts his wealth and plays goody two-shoes all day
but getting to know him, at least in the little time you had, turned out to be an amazing experience
he showed you how to shoot, hyped up your weird ass interests
honestly, it was a blast
...from now on, you’ll make it a point to be a little less judgemental towards others
and even if it’s the end of the road for the both of you now
he at least taught you that people can be real cool if you give them the chance
so with your shit packed up into your backpack, it was time to send him off
walking him to his car was honestly a little hard for you
you know that it’s probably just your crush holding you back
you’ll get over him soon enough
”well, hey, thanks for everything, man. it was honestly sick as all hell getting to meet you.”
”Thank you. I know I said it before but… I’m glad I got you as my partner. It made things pretty exciting.”
”glad to hear it. just don’t go telling anyone about my secret hideout, eh?”
”but until next time… au revoir, amigo.”
”Heh, yeah… au revoi-... uh, actually…”
Avery looks conflicted for a moment, his composure uncharacteristically fading
”I, uh, it’s just me at my house for the next two days and…”
he winces a bit at his poor choice of words
”Er, what I mean is… would you like to come with me back to my place?”
”Y-y’know, we should… proofread each other’s essays… make sure we’re not revealing anything too, uh, incriminating.”
to you, it sounds like he’s making up a rather hasty, awkward excuse
and as exciting as the prospect of being alone at his house with him is, you wonder what the real motivation here is
maybe now that you’ve revealed your power level, he’s hoping to get some tutoring with his history homework
not exactly how you wanted to spend your break, but
...oh, fuck it. he’s lucky he’s so cute
”sure, sounds like a plan. just gotta call my momma and we should be good.”
”Hah, gotcha. Thanks for, uh, I mean, I’ll… let you do that.”
your mother is an understanding woman, and she has no issue with you going
other than your dinner possibly getting cold, but, hey, small problem
”we’re gonna try out mongolian beef from this new place that opened up nearby” you tell Avery
”You’ll have to let me know if it’s any good, then.”
”i’m sure it will be… but i swear to god, if they fuck around and put baby corn in there…”
”...What’s wrong with baby corn?”
”nothing, by itself, but only poser chinese places put it in their mongolian beef.”
”you can’t have any of that weird shit added in… just the onions and the thick meat, you feel me?”
Avery tenses up for a second, his fur slightly bristling, before settling back down
”Hahah, uh, yeah, I got you.” he stammers
...jeez, what did you say?

Part 5

surprisingly, Avery’s house didn’t look too impressive from the outside
other than a natural flagstone driveway, nothing gave off a gaudy aesthetic
once you enter, however, that all dramatically changes
a steel fireplace insert that crackles a warm glow across the living room
a TV that almost encompasses the entire wall
a modernized, open design kitchen, nearly each surface adorned with spotless marble
you find it difficult to let your eyes settle in one place for too long
if you were feeling more bold, you’d ask for a tour of the place
but you aren’t here to appraise real estate, so you follow Avery to his room
”I know you have a computer at your house, but.. I thought it would be more fun if we did this in-person.”
”yeah, in a more ‘wholesome manner’ or whatever the fuck the teacher said, right?”
”Oh, right, haha… yeah…”
a feeling of unease begins to spread through you, but you’re unsure why
...what was it about the concept of his room that was so strange to you again? honestly, you kinda forgot
”Alright, check it out.” Avery confidently states before swinging his door open
...oh shit, now you remember
the memories flood through you as you step into his room
everything… fucking everything in here…
the Olympic Queen sized bed, right down to the color of the sheets…
the bamboo hamper, now stuffed with used clothing, right next to it
and on the wall parallel to the bed, right fucking there on the wall…
is that a poster? a retro video game poster!?
...there can be no doubt now, no modicum of uncertainty
this is where that video was filmed
the /abg/ post that lived rent-free in your mind for so long happened right here
...which means that the star of the show must’ve been none other than…
”Sorry about the mess.” Avery picks up a couple of empty bottles next to his desktop computer
”I… wasn’t expecting to have anyone over. I guess I forgot to clean up before inviting you.”
”oh, d-don’t worry about it. i like it… looks like a real cozy spot…”
you can’t believe this is happening
you sit down on the edge of his bed, giving it a prolonged gaze
meanwhile, Avery begins to take off his parka, but immediately notices a pinch of black powder escaping from the collar
”Oh sh-... did I spill some on myself? Ah, damn it…”
Avery looks down the inside of his parka to find it dusted with powder
”Ahh, it got into my fur… uh, sorry, let me take a quick shower. Are you OK here?”
”yeah, i’m good…. did it get on you?”
fuck, you were trying to avoid that
”Yeah, but it’s no big deal. I kind of expected it to happen, haha.”
”I’ll only try to be gone for like… 10 minutes. Help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge, if you want. ”
Avery ducks back out, leaving you alone in his room
...you wonder if this is what it feels like for a normie to sit on the casting couch
you examine each feature of his room, slightly hoping that you’ll notice some kind of discrepancy
logically, it only makes sense that it’s the same room as the video, but you still don’t want to accept it
you’ll never be able to stop thinking about him otherwise
you turn on your phone’s mobile data, since you don’t know this house’s wifi password, and head to the /trash/ desuarchive
navigating back to the video… it makes you nearly dizzy to see how each and every detail matches
this… this is the exact same bed… the same exact mahogany bedframe...
so in this .webm must be Avery’s cock… this is Avery’s cock…
once again, you watch him stroke his meat to completion, ropes cascading into the air before splattering all over himself
you almost reach down to grab your own hardening length, but the door suddenly swings wide open
revealing an ultra-fluffy Avery wearing nothing but a pair of black gym shorts
”Alright, I tried to speedrun it…”
”what the fuck!?”
”W-what!?”
he recoils in shock from your reaction
you could nearly see the swirls forming within his flustered eyes
you would’ve averted your gaze from his body, but… holy shit
instead, you shift yourself to hide your boner
”w-why aren’t you wearing anything?”
”I am, I swear! It’s just that normal clothes don’t fit me when I blowdry my fur.”
his brilliantly luxurious pelt, admittedly, looks straight out of a commercial, gloriously volumptuous
if he was wearing that same pair of skinny jeans from earlier, it would 100% look like two toothpicks sticking out of an apple
”It feels weird if I put on anything else, but… sorry, that was stupid of me. One second.”
”nono, you’re good.” you respond perhaps too quickly. “i just… wasn’t expecting it is all.”
”maybe i’m just not used to what anthros have to deal with sometimes.”
”No, don’t worry, that was my fault. Sorry… I could still put something else on, if you’d like.”
”nah, you’re fine… whatever helps you feel at home.”
”Alright, then.” Avery shifts over to his gaming chair before booting up his PC
although you highly doubt it matters, you look away when he inputs his password
”Let me just check the requirements one more time and make sure we got everything…”
he navigates to his school email, but as he looks through his inbox, you notice that he has quite a few tabs open
and one of them in particular stands out to you… one that sports a familiar green shamrock icon
/k/ - /gq/ - Gea…
the title is just a little snippet, but you already know what’s on that tab
a bunch of guys desperately trying to justify their purchases of completely useless milspec equipment
you’ve browsed those threads once or twice, they were never really your thing…
but you suppose that, since you know he likes that kinda stuff, it’s only natural for him to be in them
”huh, i didn’t know you posted in those…”
you point to the tab in question
”Post- uh, what do you mean?”
”you know, those gear queer threads...”
”wh-How do yo-”
”heh, you 100% check up on them daily, too, don’t you?”
”S-stop!”
Avery rushes to put his hand over your mouth, perhaps afraid of what else you may reveal
seeing him so vulnerable to your teasing is pretty funny
”it’s no big deal, really.” you assure him, your voice slightly muffled by his hand. “i go on that site, too.”
”...Really?”
”yeah, all kinds of boards… /v/, /m/, uh… /a/, you name it. what about you?”
”...Usually just this one. Oh, and the cooking board, too.”
”i like that one, but… what do you even post there?”
”Me? Nothing. I just like to see what the deenzposters are up to sometimes.”
”pffh, what the fuck is a dee-hahaha!”
you couldn’t finish your question before bursting out into laughter
that name just sounds too fucking ridiculous
”They’re sardine enthusiasts! They talk about sardines, and they give sardine recommendations.”
”Like, there’s this one company in… Anon, stop laughing! This is serious!”
Avery, while trying to put on a stern front, begins to crack with his own laughter as you keep giggling
”they’re fu- haha, they’re fucking sardines! what do you mean recommendations!?”
”Some of them are better canned than others! You just don’t get it!”
”oh my god, you’re one of them, aren’t you? you’re a deenzposter!”
eventually, you both settle down and get back to the task at hand
both of your notebooks are laid out side-by-side on the desk
surprisingly, your handwriting seems to be better than his
looking over his essay notes, you notice how… different the regulation standards are between your hobbies
”Always check for a round within the chamber”, “Level the butt of the rifle so that it’s snug against your shoulder”
compare that to…
”Pack in the powder until it feels tight enough”, “Duct tape on a few more endcaps if the ends don’t seem secure”
...the lack of refinement is palpable
”hah, my shit looks so lame compared to yours” you joke
”What, this? No, it doesn’t.”
”but it’s got no… polish to it. it’s all just guesstimations.”
”You know that’s not true, though.” Avery almost looks upset hearing you diminish your favorite pastime
”You need a lot of discipline for it. You study up on history, chemistry, and even blacksmithing, like those guides you told me about.”
”Bill was honestly impressed when I told him about your knife.”
”yeah, but…”
”What you do is genuinely cool. I don’t want you to think otherwise.”
...you’re shocked that he cares so much
you don’t even know what to say
”...thanks.”
”Of course” he responds, flashing you a familiar brilliant smile
...you’re hopelessly in love with him
but you can’t seem to bring yourself to make any moves for one critical reason
you have no idea if he’s even gay or not
or bisexual, or… whatever
ruining what you two have together with the awkward undertone of a rejected romance would devastate you
...but if he really posted that video on the thread with the intention of exposing himself to you guys...
...
you have to know if it was really him or not, and although asking may be difficult...
you knew that you at least had to take a shot at it
you don't want to spend the rest of your life wondering
"hey, uh, Avery?"
"Yeah?"
"i know this is kind of a weird question, but... have you ever, um... went on /trash/ before?"
Avery suddenly freezes, just for a split second, but long enough for you to notice
the smile begins to fade from his face, uncertainty staining his features
"Uh... no, I don't think so... Which one is that?"
"it's an unlisted one, i think. it's just... well, i ask because there was... this video i saw there."
these words must have shot ice directly into Avery's bloodstream, as he instantly went dead still, eyes boring straight ahead into the screen
zero mouse movement, zero movement at all, really
all attempts to play it cool have been completely forsaken, it seems
"and the person filming it... they had this exact same poster right next to their bed here."
you point to said poster, but he doesn't turn his head to look
it's a vacant look he has on his face right now, that's for sure, but far from dead
he must be putting the entirety of his brain power into formulating a response to save himself
if he fucks this up, it could be his entire life and everything that's been lined up for him down the drain
"That... is pretty strange. Huh. W-what was in that video exactly?"
...oh? this is an interesting gambit
perhaps he's hoping that it's all just one big coincidence
that you'll tell him about some completely unrelated piece of media
he could claim that there was a business advertising retro posters on 4chan’s orange boards
whoever was in that video must've seen the same ad, got the same poster, end of story
but maybe, juuuust maybe...
he doesn't think you'll actually say anything at all
you'll just drop it, too embarrassed to state so plainly what you really saw, and never bring it up again
....nah, fuck that
you have the winning hand here
you know it, he knows it
it's time to play your cards on the table
you lower your face to his, your shit eating grin plain to see, and boldly state
"...i saw a cute anthro boy pull out his cock and jerk himself silly."

Part 6

the effects of your words are immediate
his snow white fur bristles hard, shooting straight up as if he instantly grew his winter coat
his eyes go HUGE, pupils shrinking down to the beadiest of black dots
he turns to look at you in a single, sharp motion
all of the emotions he was fighting so hard not to show suddenly being spelled out right on his face
this expression he wears, you've seen it before…
but before this moment, you've only seen it portrayed in art
you can pick out shock, panic, fear, perhaps even terror being conveyed here
but this isn't what surprises you
you can tell, deep within his eyes, that there's a new element at play here
one that he was trying to hide from you, perhaps even from himself, that he can no longer hold back
excitement
the thrill of getting caught doing something naughty
this realization sparks a flame within you that you didn't realize you had the kindling for
you have to keep going
you stroll your way over to his bed before carefully shifting onto his plush mattress
you pull out your phone and get into position, mimicking the exact posture and body placement of the boy in the video
all while Avery is still stunned into silence
"you know, it's funny. he was lying on his bed, just like this...", you smugly declare
"and he had one hand on his phone, right here..."
you mock film yourself with your powered off phone
"and his other hand..."
you slowly reach out between your legs
"was riiiight here."
you plant your hand directly on your crotch and openly fondle yourself through your jeans, groping and kneading your now waking dick
to be honest, it's not as comfortable as you were hoping it would be
but the effect it has on him is everything you were looking for
if poor Avery could visibly blush, the entirety of him would be stained cherry red by now
his heartbeat must have skyrocketed, as even from here, you can see that he's borderline hyperventilating
"heh, he was really getting into it, too", you continue.
"i remember how needy he was, thrusting into the air like a wild animal in rut."
you get lost in your lewd imagery, your words now fully colored by your imagination running wild
"he had such a cute cock. i bet he was thinking about touching dicks with another boy…”
”or better yet, a boy taking him from behind and just fucking pounding his prostate!"
"but that wasn't enough for him, no…”
”he went and posted it on a forum where anyone could see him blasting ropes of cum all over himself!"
”and it was all in a room that looked just like this, with a boy that looked just like you…”
"now isn't that just crazy, Avery?"
to think the richest, prettiest, most popular kid in school is now just a lump of silly putty in front of you
some random faggot waltzses into his house, makes these obscene gestures in front of him, exposes his dirty little secret
the guy that has everyone in his pockets, everyone except for you, getting pulled down to your level
damn, having this kind of power feels so good, you might jus-
"F-Fuck..."
...huh?
"I... I knew I shouldn’t have done that shit."
did… was that him who said that?
his voice is wavering, strained, nothing like you've ever heard from him before
you see him turn away from your gaze, tears forming in his eyes
oh fuck, did you go too far?
you just wanted to get him hot and bothered, but it looks like he thinks you're bullying him instead
you quit your charade and get up from his bed, looking down at him with your arms crossed
he meets your eyes with a pained smile that acknowledges the checkmate you put him in
"Yeah... you got me... heheh...", he surrenders
he looks off into an imaginary distance, trying desperately to keep himself from sobbing
...he really thinks that it's over for him, doesn't he?
that you were going to send that video to everyone at school, everyone he knew
his parents would find out, perhaps even inadvertently watching it themselves
he's completely accepted total defeat and humiliation, all because he got a little too horny one night
"Avery, i'm not gonna tell anyone about that video."
his anguished look softens a bit, but he doesn't appear to be fully convinced
perhaps he's waiting for you to add an 'if...' at any moment now so you could attempt to blackmail him
"actually, uh, the truth is... i wanted to ask you because... i was such a fan of it and..."
Avery regains some composure after hearing that, head tilting quizzically at you
"...what?", he whispers
"yeah, um, to be honest, it's... one of the hottest fucking things i've seen in my life."
such blaring honesty is deeply embarrassing for you
you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks
but this is good for the both of you, really, just to get everything out into the open
”i-i didn’t know for sure, though, if it was you… um… it didn’t get leaked, or anything like that, did it?”
you hadn’t actually considered the possibility of that until now…
oh god, what if you said all those things about a picture that he didn’t even post himself?
”...No, nothing like that. I… go on those threads, sometimes…”
”Usually I just talk with people there, but, um, on occasions, I…”
”I…” Avery starts again, but he can’t seem to wrench the thoughts out of his head to complete his sentence
it feels heartbreaking seeing him like this
such a positive, bright personality reduced to mortified anguish
you have a feeling you know what he’s trying to say, so you try to reassure him
”look, Avery, i like guys too. there’s nothing wrong with that.”
”and posting that video, going in these threads… there’s nothing wrong with that, either.”
”you’re an adult now, and you can decide how you express yourself online.”
”if you think you did anything bad, you’re lying to yourself. you’re exploring your… well, your sexuality in a totally normal way.”
”...honestly, jerking off to anthro dudes in lingerie is… pretty tame compared to what i’ve seen, heheh…”
”but, look, what i’m tryna say is… you’re a cool guy. everyone already thinks so.”
”you’re very sweet… and you’re definitely a very likable person, and i don’t think this changes any of that.”
”i think you’re a wonderful person, Avery, and if you’re scared of showing this side of you, i want you to know that it’s a wonderful part of you, too.”
...hmmm, wait, you might’ve gotten a bit too preachy there
”uh, i got a little carried away there, i guess… i seem to do that a lo-”
you’re swiftly interrupted by Avery wrapping you into a hug
he embraces you with surprising force, the whole of him leaning into you
he’s not crying, but you can feel how his arms tremble as he holds onto you
your support means a lot more to him than you thought, it seems
the hug continues for quite some time before he relents
he gazes into your eyes, double-checking for any scorn within them
but, of course, your words are genuine, and he finds none
you wonder why he would be so ashamed of himself over something like this
he’s such a lovable person, anyone who would think otherwise just because of his sexuality is surely an idiot
”thanks, Anon…”
he holds your gaze for a moment longer before slowly leaning in, his muzzle now inches from your lips
his intentions couldn’t be more obvious, so you lean into the kiss in kind
but unfortunately, it quickly becomes apparent the challenges of kissing someone with a snout
when your lips connect, there’s only a small amount of surface area that can actually make contact straight on
meaning that you have to pucker up to the point of looking silly in order for it to work
you also find yourself needing to shuffle your face around in order to avoid his nose poking you
he can’t help but giggle at the awkwardness of it, likely finding it endearing
but you want this to be memorable, it’s your first kiss after all
so you decide to redouble your efforts
you hold his face in your hands, tilt your head, and plant your lips against his at an angle that lets you work your mouth properly
Avery is surprised at this sudden change in tempo, but quickly accommodates
in fact, as it goes on, he even opens his mouth slightly, tongue prodding your lips for entry
you soon end up lapping at each other’s tongues as you make out, the act quickly taking a lewd turn
the taste of his soft tongue shoved deep inside your mouth stirs you into a fervor
you both pause for a moment to breathe, albeit still burning with passion
for most, this would be the perfect opportunity to begin their first time
they’d gently push him down, cuddling and kissing, slowly exploring each other’s bodies…
but at that moment, something else shot into your stupid brain
something that would completely ruin the moment
a one-liner you just thought of that would be so corny and lame, nobody in their right minds would ever dare to speak it
nobody except for you, of course
”heheh… looks like i put a muzzle brake on this shorty, huh?”
”...”
”g-get it? because… back at the range, that one time… and, y’know… since you have a muzzle… m-my lips are kinda like…”
the more you try to explain it, the more your confidence fades
Avery looks at you with a strange face
brows furrowed as if disturbed, the rest of his features unreadable
crap, did your mouth act too fast for your brain to catch up, blowing your best chance at teenage love?
”...Take off your pants, Anon. We’re fucking until the house stinks.”
HOLY
his vulgar words act as a subatomic bomb, blasting you backwards onto the mattress in shock
Avery quickly seized the opportunity, crawling onto you and straddling your hips with his own
he shoots you a devilish grin as he slides his thumbs under his waistband, slipping off his already loose-fitting gym shorts
you become reacquainted with the feeling of his soft, naked thighs pressed against your crotch
he directs a half-lidded gaze towards you, confirming his lustful intentions
”Y’know, I kinda like those ideas you had earlier… kissing dicks before fucking my ass…heheh…”
“Wanna try it?”
...no need to ask twice
you start fiddling with your zipper, but he steps in to undress you himself, opting to pull your jeans down in their entirety
he seems to consider taking your boxers off, too, but hesitates
perhaps he doesn’t want to step past any boundaries by fully exposing you by himself
fortunately, you can take it from here, and you slip off your final barrier of clothing, revealing your half-hard cock
Avery’s eyes lock directly onto your shaft, almost mesmerized by it
it’s honestly a little embarrassing how intently he seems to be studying it
”Huh… I’ve seen plenty of human dicks on the Internet before, but…”
”...heh… let’s see how it stacks up compared to mine. Come here.”
he nuzzles the base of your cock with his fuzzy sheath, initiating a gentle frot with you
as he slides his peeking sheath along your hardening length, more and more of his dick begins to slip out
you can feel a warm slickness rising up the underside of your shaft with each of his shallow thrusts
it grows firmer and longer with his heightening arousal, gently caressing your cock
once he’s fully out, you can confirm that you’re about the same size as him down there
...although he may be half an inch bigger, if you properly measured
losing that ego check kinda hurts, but it only lasts a moment, as he soon wraps a hand around both members before jerking you off together
the lewd juices dripping from each other’s cocks makes for impressive lubricant
the sudden height in pleasure nearly forces a moan out of you, and fully forces one out of Avery
”Haaahh… damn, this feels… pretty fucking weird, heheh…”
”...you okay?”
”Yeah… actually, as a matter of fact…”
Avery brings his second hand in to pump both shafts, steadily increasing his tempo
a pressure begins to build deep within your loins
you try to buck your hips in time with his stroking, but your efforts are awkward at best
not that he seems to mind, however, as he’s now lost in his lewd ministrations with both of your dicks
his breathing becomes noticeably labored, likely trying his best to control himself from busting too early
his warm, almost slippery length spearing against yours while the squishy paw pads of his hands press the both of them together…
fuck, you’re scared that you might cum early, too
but he stops, suprisingly, a bead of his precum nearly melding into yours
”Hhh-heeeyy...” he forces out, still catching his breath
”I, em… fuck, give me a second…”
”I’ve always wanted to do something, but, heh… please don’t think I'm weird for this…”
”...Could I try sitting on your face?”
this fucking genius is on a roll today
”yeah, dude, go for it”, you enthusiastically reply
as Avery switches up his positioning, you finally get a perfect view of his behind
not exactly big, but incredibly round and bubbly
the kind that would spark jealousy in even the fittest of girls
you hit the fucking jackpot
”I’ve, um, never done anything like this before, so if I do something wrong, just let me know, okay?”
you give him a thumbs up akin to an astronaut signaling his permission to start the launch countdown
although, in this case, of course, it's more of a descent
and an immediate one at that, as Avery gives no further warning before sitting his ass down on you
your cheeks are tickled by dense, luscious fur for just a moment before getting buried beneath his rump
he then shifts his hips back and forth, nestling his ass deeper onto you
the soft fat of his butt is pretty malleable, almost molding to your face
and fortunately, his recent shower gave him an inviting, honey-like scent
likely from the exorbitant amounts of shampoo he must’ve used for all that fur
despite not being able to see (or breathe), it felt surprisingly comfortable
like a warm, fuzzy, weighted pillow that just so happens to make your head spin and your cock swell
”Hah… h-how are you doing down there?”
you’d like to answer, but your mouth is a little occupied at the moment
you tap his thigh to remind him of this
fortunately, he quickly gets the hint and readjusts himself to free you
”ah, i’m good…” you reply. “it’s cozy, actually… might set up a little breakfast nook in there.”
”S-shut the fuck up!” Avery snickers before succumbing to full-on laughter
your unexpected quip has him nearly doubling over in a sudden fit of giggles
it makes you giddy to know how happy you can make him sometimes
”honestly, though, are you even getting anything out of this? i don’t think my face is that comfy.”
”Eheehe…eh, well, I saw it a couple of times online, but… I thought it would feel better, actually.”
”what do you mean?”
”Well, whenever I see them doing it, they look so… I don’t know… so into it.”
”Like they’re feeling something really good… but maybe it’s just porn acting?”
”I mean, am I supposed to just ride your face or something? It doesn’t make sense, now that I think about it. Oh well.”
...does he really not know about what makes facesitting so pleasurable?
will you have to be the one to introduce him to… rimming?
you have to admit, it’s one thing to masturbate to the fantasy of it, but actually performing…
but if it’s what he’s after, you could at least give it a try
”oh, actually, uh… let’s give it another shot. i think i know what’s missing.”
”Really?” Avery smirks. “Heh, I’m starting to think you just like it under there.”
”hush”
Avery once again mounts your face, his rear re-enveloping your entire field of view
you have to admit… snuggling with his fit, girly butt is definitely appealing
you can hear his tail lightly thumping against the pillow next to your head, betraying his own enthusiasm for continuing
you know what you must do… but gathering the courage might take a while… maybe you shou-
”Come on, Anon, I’m waiting…”
Avery’s voice becomes teasing, almost singsong, as he goads you on
”You weren’t lying to me just to get sat on some more, were you?”
...oh hell no, is he trying to get bratty with you?
you know exactly how to deal with that
you steel yourself for just a moment before rolling your tongue over his ass, focusing on swirling and circling around his tight entrance
his ass, unfortunately, tastes like an ass
but your momma didn’t raise no bitch, so you manage to hold your resolve
especially after hearing his response to your efforts
”Hey, what ar- ah! hHAAAAHH!”
his tail shoots upward from the shock of his sudden pleasure
”HOLY FUCK-ghh!”
he immediately presses himself as deep as he can onto your face
as if raw instinct took over his body to try and extract as much of this feeling from you as possible
he shivers as you continue your assault on his ass, overwhelmed by the stimulation
getting a rimjob apparently sends him into a frenzy, huh?... good to know
as you prod him with your tongue, he lets out a series of moans, growls, and whimpers
each one unrestrained, unembellished, and purely carnal
even you’re surprised at how much he seems to love this
...heheheh, how funny
just a week ago, you prided yourself as being the only person at school who wasn’t kissing his ass
but now you’re fucking making out with it
and you couldn’t be happier
once you come back up for air, you can see how drastically his attitude has changed
his eyes are wide, his breathing ragged
something he’s repressed for quite some time has just been awoken, it seems
”...I can’t wait any longer.”
he shifts himself back into a cowgirl position, facing you, except this time…
he’s lining up his rear with the tip of your dick
jesus christ, is he really gonna…
”u-uh… hey, um, i don’t wanna… spoil the mood or anything, but…we kinda don’t have any lube, so…”
it’s not that you aren’t cool with this happening, because you 100% are
but if he really wants to go all the way with you, he shouldn’t hurt himself if he doesn’t have to
spit and precum are slippery and all, but it’s not enough to stop your dick from splitting his ass open
fortunately, your words sober him up a bit from his lust-drunk state
”Huh? O-oh, right… hold on, let me get it…”
”...oh?”
you actually weren’t expecting him to have any
but he quickly shuffles off the mattress over to his dresser, hastily searching through the bottom drawer
it doesn’t take long before he finds what he’s looking for
a tiny plastic bottle, couldn’t be more than 2 fluid oz., still in its packaging
”oh shit, you’re prepared, huh?”
he doesn’t answer, entirely focused on opening the bottle as soon as possible
the lube, admittedly, is a little chilly as it spreads along your cock
and my god, he’s certainly using a lot
you’re forced to wait as he then pours some more onto his fingers before reaching behind and fingering himself with it
he carefully exhales, allowing his body to relax, before a slight whine escapes him once he slips a digit in
...you want to make some kind of joke, something to ease the awkwardness of the moment
but Avery has a determined look in his eyes right now… he’s genuinely on a mission to get fucked
this is no time for joking around
”Alright… I think we’re good to go. Let me know if it gets too much for you, okay?”
”...t-too much for me?”
no further elaboration is given before he lowers himself down, his pink ring making contact with your tip
you can tell, even with his bravado, that he’s still pretty nervous
you reach over and gently stroke his side
”just… try to relax. we'll go as slow as we need to.”
he nods, and you grab him by his waistline to better align yourself
you carefully, very carefully prod his opening before slowly attempting to insert yourself
it's surprising just how much resistance there is, even with all this lube
but after a little angling, you finally find some headway, squeezing your way past
Avery hisses as he feels his sphincter forcefully stretched open
you hesitate from going further upon hearing his pain, but Avery forcefully sinks himself down on you until the tip finally slips through
you can’t help but gasp from the feeling of losing your virginity to him
”It’s… hah, alright… give me a second…”
Avery braces himself before sliding another inch of your dick inside
his ass is surprisingly roomy once you’re able to feel it
although it’s still certainly grippy, his anus especially so
Avery takes a break once you’re around halfway in, his legs beginning to shake
he’s probably never loosened up down there before, not even with toys
so taking an insertion like this must be really laboring for him
fortunately, he’s able to hold his resolve, and in one final motion, plunges the rest of your cock inside
his lip twitches a bit, holding himself back from crying out
his silky walls squeeze your member from all sides as he holds you there
”O-okay, I think… uh, actually… give me a moment, heh…”
he forces himself to relax, taking deep, measured breaths
once he feels more used to the size of you, he gives you the go ahead
”You can m-move now, just… go slowly, okay?”
you nod, gently raising your hips to meet his
with your first thrust into his ass, you officially become a man
...well, actually, the first time you file taxes is when you officially become a man, but…
you shake that intrusive thought away as you begin to work a basic rhythm
inexperience makes you doubt your ability, but Avery’s lustful whimpers reassure you
his hot insides fully envelop your aching cock
you feel it subject to conflicting forces, his ass trying to push you out before slipping you back in
the stimulation is absolutely incredible, far better than anything you’ve experienced from jacking off
Avery, feeling his prostate getting worked for the first time in his life, is also alight with burning passion
he rolls his hips like a machine, his knotted cock bobbing with each cycle
he’s comfortable enough now to ride you with increasing force
the air takes on a spicy scent, now fully clouded with your collective lust
it doesn't take long before he’s clearly ready for the finale, panting from exhaustion but unwilling to stop
...you feel your own passion calling out for you to take the initiative, and so you do
using all the core strength you can muster, you lean upward and wrap both arms around his back
before dragging him down with you onto the bed, switching positions so that he’s now on his back
all while you’re still inserted into him
Avery is surprised by this sudden change of pace
”Ah, what’s thi-”
he quickly finds out when you reach down to stroke his shaft in time with your thrusting
his red, angry cock is fire in your hand, desperate for release
”oOOOoohh…” Avery coos as you work him from both ends
now that you’re doing the work, Avery can focus his efforts on moaning and whimpering into your ear
a trade-off you’re absolutely willing to take
your thrusting becomes jagged, his asshole seemingly milking you for everything you’re worth
Avery himself looks to be caught in total bliss as well
”Aahh, f-fuck… Your- I- I… can’t…”
he’s not gonna be able to last long like this
a naughty idea enters your head, a trick you learned about canid anatomy from one of the /abg/ threads
you release your hold on his shaft, snaking your hand further down before gripping behind his knot
holding his knot root in a wine glass grip, you then press the palm of your hand deep onto the bulbous flesh of his knot, simulating a tie
”fffFUUUCKKkk!”
Avery, as if possessed, utters a beastly, gutteral cry as he’s rocked into an explosive orgasm
the force of his first cumshot is enough to catch the bottom of his muzzle
and each subsequent string that erupts from his cock coats his previously unsoiled fur with strands of milky white
with a scene like this unfolding, it only takes a few final thrusts into his ass to send you over the edge as well
his anal walls clench around your dick as you paint his guts white with baby batter, a tingling sensation shooting down your shaft
soon enough, you're both spent, now recovering from the strains of the best orgasms of your lives
you feel a tightness forming in your chest, your heart rate spiking from the intensity of the moment
panic creeps up for a split second before you manage to control your breathing and calm yourself down
the exertions from your lovemaking, however, are not so easy to dispel, and you slink down to lay atop your lover
he makes for a pretty nice pillow, just as you thought
...even if he’s a little bit sticky
you both take your time catching your breath
”...I’m… I’m gonna need another shower.” Avery croaks out
”...you alright if i join you?”
”...Haha... Why not?”
you can feel his whole body trembling from the afterglow as you cuddle
that seems to be a fun little quirk he has
you’re content to simply lie with him, syncing your breathing up to his, and nap the evening away
but you remember something important
”oh, uh, i almost forgot to ask”
something you’ve always wanted to know…
”...what was up with the glove?”
”Glove?”
”yeah, in the video, you’re stroking it with a tactical glove on. did you need, like, protection or something?”
”...No, it’s, uh…”
he gives you a sheepish smile
”I just… really like wearing combat gear. It makes me feel… confident.”
”you really like it that much?”
”...Yeah.”
”heh, don’t worry about it... to be honest... i kinda got a weird interest, too.”
”Let me hear it… Well, if you’re OK with sharing….”
”of course. i, uh… my grandma lives in a forest up in the mountains, and when it snows, her property is covered in this beautiful white powder.”
”i’ve always wanted to have a snowball fight with someone there… maybe make a snow fort, then come back inside, have some hot chocolate…”
”i know it’s pretty childish for someone my age, but…”
Avery cuts you off with an incredulous look
”You fucking dork! I thought you meant, like, a kink or something!”
”what? i said a weird interest! that’s a weird interest, isn’t it?”
”No, man, that’s… not weird at all… Actually, I’d really like to do that with you.”
you’re taken aback
you thought that would forever remain a silly fantasy you’d never get to indulge
”Um, actually… Anon… I kinda wanted to ask you…”
Avery hesitates for yet another moment, his eyes directly meeting yours
”...Would you like to be my boyfriend?”

“Heeeeyyyy girl! About time you showed up!”
“Ugh, I know, she held us past the bell for, like, 10 minutes. What a bitch.”
“Seriously? What did you even do?”
“Nothing! She said we were too loud, but it was, like, dead fucking silent in there.”
“Tsk, whatever, bitch… mad because you gotta stay back for PTA meetings or something.”
“Soooo… what’s the plan?”
“Well, I thought we were gonna get tea with Avery, but he said he was busy today, so…”
“Yeah… hey, have any of you noticed how he always picks up that one boy after classes now?”
“Ohmygod, yes, girl. I didn’t want to bring it up. What's up with that?”
“I don’t know, he just started doing it like… I wanna say 3 weeks ago? They must hang out, like, every day after school now.”
“Wow… hey, you don’t think that they might be…”
“Oh my God, noooooo! There’s no way.”
“No, but think about it! It makes sense, right? Like…”
“What, are you gonna ask him, then?”
“No! You can’t just ask someone that!”
“Why not? It’s not that big of a deal anymore.”
“Why don’t you ask him, then? You're the one keeping tabs on him, I guess!”
“You know what, don't even tempt me, ‘cause I might!”
“Whatever… I guess we could head over to your house, then, if your parents are okay with that.”
“Yeah, I just gotta clean up a couple of things, it should be fine.”
“Alright, cool… sorry, Avery, maybe next time.”
“...but honestly, if he found someone, good for him. You know, looking at them together… they’d actually make a pretty cute couple.”

Sequel here: https://rentry.org/calandcan2