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

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