"Prom's coming up soon."

"Mm? Oh, yeah." The Shiba Inu looked up and smiled, his eyes huge due to his thick glasses. "Have you got a date?"

The foxcoon across the table shrugged. "Uh, yeah, I got one. Surprisingly."

The dog chuckled. "Oh, what do you mean surprisingly?" He kicked the foxcoon's shin lightly. "You've never been modest before, Desmond. Don't start now, it doesn't suit you."

Desmond grinned. "Shush, ya nerd. Ya know, I can give ya wedgie if ya wanna be a [i]turd,[/i] Bento."

Again Bento laughed. "Oh, no. Bullied by the school twink." He winked. "Anything but that."

They were silent for a few moments. Bento was doing his homework for the weekend: trigonometry and a thousand-word essay on the logistics of the Allied war effort in World War II. Being the son of Japanese immigrants, Bento had a fairly passionate knowledge for the history of his nationality, both good and bad.

Desmond, sitting on the other side of the picnic table, was doodling something in his spiral notebook. The dog glanced at the upside-down sketches and smirked. "Are you plotting a D&D campaign there?"

The foxcoon blushed and closed the book. "Nuh-uh. I ain't a nerd."

Bento snickered. "Sure you aren't. You're too much of a redneck for that, huh?"

The foxcoon huffed. He kicked Bento under the table and the Shiba Inu laughed.

"So who ya goin' with, dweeb?"

The dog blinked. "Huh?"

"The prom!"

Bento smiled. "Oh, ah, I don't really have a date..." He thought of how he had asked Chad - his best friend, a tall blue-eyed bull and the sweetest person he knew. Yet Chad had blushed and looked away and kicked at the dirt, and he never gave a reply. It had hurt Bento's feelings, but their awkward sexual fumbling in their childhood hadn't gone further than that.

For a moment the dog studied, but found he couldn't focus on the formulae in his textbook. He gnawed at his pencil's eraser as he marshaled his thoughts. Eventually he asked Desmond, who was sketching again and also eating out of the bag of Doritos on the table, "Who are [i]you[/i] going with, Desmond?"

"Oh, you know," Desmond mumbled, "no one special."

The dog eyed him. All of his friends had their little tells; none of them would have been good poker players. "Anyone I'd know?" he asked, smiling.

"Look, it's Chad, okay?"

The dog considered this. He said after processing this data, "It doesn't bother me, if you were... concerned, you know? Chad and I aren't dating."

Desmond looked at him guiltily, ears splaying slightly. "Ya aren't mad?"

"No." Bento smiled. "I hope you guys have fun."

"I hope we do, too. Truth is, he just looked so darn sad about somethin' an' he said he didn't have a date. Well, ya know, I didn't either, so I guess I felt sorry for him."

Again the dog stopped to consider this. Before he could say anything else his mother came out bringing two plates, each with half of a sub sandwich. "Lunch time, boys. Bento, you should take a break and eat."

"Yes, mother," said the Shiba Inu obediently. He pulled a handful of Doritos out onto his plate. Desmond tore into his half of the sandwich immediately.

When his mom was inside again, Bento grinned. "You love shoving phallic things in your mouth, don't you?"

Desmond grinned back. He had mustard smeared on his chin. "Ain't never heard [i]you[/i] complainin' about it." Bento kicked him under the table again. They laughed together.

Come prom night, Chad was nervously tying and then re-tying his necktie. His dad had taught him how and he had forced himself to memorize it. He wanted to impress his date - even if his date wasn't exactly the one he wanted. That wasn't to say he didn't like Desmond, and he believed he could have done a lot worse, but things hadn't worked out quite the way he wanted.

"You dumb hamburger," he huffed at his reflection. "Can't even ask him out. Stupid goddamn necktie." He tied it again, immaculately.

He heard the front door open downstairs. His mother said, "Oh, Desmond, come inside!"

"Well thank ya, Mrs. Porterhouse," said the little southern sissy.

Chad checked his tie, pulled his jacket on over his dress shirt and headed downstairs. He was ambushed by his mom, who had out the Polaroid despite owning a cell phone. She made Chad pose for a few pictures - she did love her scrapbook - and then had him pose with Desmond for a few, including an obviously staged kiss.

When they were finally allowed to leave, Desmond surprised Chad: he had his mother's car. "You can drive?" the bull asked as he got into the passenger seat.

"Yup. I'm sixteen, ya know."

Desmond started driving to the school. He asked, "Ya want some music?"

"Oh, nah, that's all right. There's gonna be plenty at the prom, I guess."

"Ah, yeah, yer probably right." The foxcoon stopped at a red light. He glanced over at Chad and asked him, "So-o-o, did Benny ever find a date?"

The bull looked out the window. "Uh, I dunno. Hey, the light's green now."

Desmond let the subject drop. When they reached the school, Chad walked his smaller date inside, and they signed in before entering the gymnasium, where the prom was being held. As they entered, Desmond said, "Ya know, yer tie looks real nice."

"So does yours," Chad said, blushing.

"Clip-on," the foxcoon giggled. "I can't tie a knot to save my life."

Chad grinned. He slid an arm around his slim, short date's shoulders and kissed him on the side of the snout. "So, uh, you want to dance now, or get some punch?"

They passed a few other couples, mostly heterosexual ones, though nobody seemed to mind that Desmond and Chad were same-sex. A few of the bull's jock buddies stopped to say hello - most of them with cheerleader dates.

"Hey, Chad," a tall donkey said, "you aren't with Bento?"

"Uh, nah," the bull muttered. "He around?"

Nobody could say where exactly he has, but most of the jocks thought they'd seen the bespectacled dog somewhere. Desmond and Chad headed on to the punch, and the bull, gentleman that he was, poured out two plastic cups full. He handed one to Desmond but he spilled a few drops on the foxcoon's feet.

"Oh, shit," the bull hissed. "Sorry..."

"Aw, ain't no big deal," Desmond said. "Ya need to quit bein' so tense."

The bull grunted. "It's not easy. I'm not used to, you know, wearing a suit and tie. And I can't dance."

Desmond sipped his punch. It needed a little something extra, but too many other kids were coming and going. He touched the flask in his pocket but let it be for the moment. "Dancin' ain't hard! Heck, half the people here can't dance. Just don't step on my feet." He sipped his punch and he sidled up to Chad. "As fer that suit an' tie, I think ya look real nice in it."

"You're just saying that," the bull murmured, and sipped his own punch. He slid his arm around Desmond and eventually felt his way to the foxcoon's familiar hip. Music was playing, nothing particularly good, and all the profanity was cut out because the songs were radio edits; Chad still found himself moving with the music a little bit, mostly following Desmond's movements.

"I ain't gonna lie to ya," Desmond said. "Ya look fine, ya big dumb hamburger." He stood on his toes and pecked a smooch on the bull's lips. Chad kissed back and smiled. "But, uh, I'm wonderin' where Benny is, too."

"Uh, maybe we shouldn't look for him. I, uh, I think maybe he's upset I didn't ask him out."

Desmond downed his punch and tossed his cup in the trash can nearby. The lights were starting to go down, the music was getting louder, and the couples were moving to the middle of the court. The prom had properly begun.

"What'cha mean?" the foxcoon asked, still lingering with Chad by the punch bowl.

"Well, I mean," he spoke close to Desmond's ears, "I wanted to go with him... but when I tried to ask him, I felt stupid all of a sudden."

"Just all of a sudden?" Desmond grinned.

Chad smacked him on the ass. Desmond yelped but kept grinning. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, yeah." The foxcoon eased away from Chad, pulled the flask from his pocket and spun off the lid. Quickly he poured the contents into the punch bowl, stirred it with the ladle and crept away.

The bull followed closely after him. "Desmond, what the fuck," he laughed, "did you put liquor in the punch?"

"Keep yer voice down," the foxcoon hissed, even though the music drowned out everything but close conversation. "I'm just makin' the prom a lil' more interestin, that's all."

"God, you're the worst." He stayed close to Desmond and asked after a moment, "You wanna dance now...?"

Desmond glanced over at the court. The idea didn't exactly appeal, and he couldn't see the Shiba Inu anywhere. He pulled Chad down and spoke close to his ear, "Actually, I gotta use the lil' boys room."

"Oh. All right. I guess, uh, I'll just-"

"An' I need you to come with me," Desmond growled. "C'mon, Chad."

The bull started to smile. "Ohhh. You mean-, yeah, okay."

Bento, on the sidelines of the dance floor, watched Desmond and Chad head off for the bathroom. He smiled and shook his head. He had known the foxcoon for only five years, and he had always been an incorrigible slut. The Shiba Inu walked over to the punch bowl and poured himself a cup.

The bathroom was surprisingly empty. Desmond led Chad into a stall and said, "I'd let ya fuck my butt, but yer lil' prick wouldn't even get my cheeks, ya know."

Chad frowned and blushed. "Yes it would," he said sourly.

The foxcoon pushed a kiss on Chad. His tongue swabbed over the bull's teeth; Chad moaned and gripped Desmond's hips in his strong fingers. "Uh, what if someone busts us in here?" Chad murmured.

Desmond unbuttoned Chad's dress pants. As he slid them down, he cooed, "Aw, baby, ya never take longer'n a minute when I'm blowin' ya."

True though they were, Desmond's words made Chad pout. He nipped Desmond's cheek and pinched him with his flat, cud-chewing teeth. The foxcoon swatted at his broad head and said, "Quiddit, would ya, I'm tryin' to work here."

He tugged down Chad's dress pants. Underneath, the bull had on tighty-whiteys; Desmond snickered and asked, "What's with these underwear? Yer a jock, why ain'tcha wearin' a jockstrap?"

"I don't wear a jockstrap when I'm not on the field, stupid," Chad huffed. "Just hurry up, would you?"

"Bein' [i]awful[/i] bossy fer someone 'bout to get his lil' pecker sucked on," the foxcoon warned, but he had a smirk on his face. He yanked down Chad's briefs, baring the bull's naked groin. Those who had never seen a micropenis before tended to be shocked and amused, but Desmond was used to it. He kissed the small nub, covering it with just his lips. Like one might suck a nipple, he delicately mouthed it and started to suckle; Chad shuddered and slid his burly fingers through Desmond's long hair.

"Gawd, dude," the bull sighed. "That feels great."

"Mhm," murmured the foxcoon. His paws slid over Chad's buttocks, hard and muscular things with just enough fat to them for a subtle curve.

It sometimes made Chad uncomfortable at times when Desmond played with his ass, but he'd watched the foxcoon work on others; it was just how the foxcoon did things. And he found, as he started to spurt his precum, that he liked the feeling of the foxcoon's soft pads and fur gliding over his ass and thighs. He stroked Desmond's ears and thumbed into their cups a bit. He knew that the foxcoon liked it, and so did Bento; he did it harder, and he listened to the little moan the foxcoon made.

Chad grinned. "I bet if I rubbed your ears hard enough, I could make you cum."

The foxcoon took his mouth off of Chad's cock - this wasn't terribly difficult - and said, "Betcha could. Better odds of that than you fuckin' my butt."

"Shut up," the bull grunted. He cupped Desmond's head and said, "Get back to it, come on..."

"So-o-o needy," the foxcoon giggled. He mouthed Chad's entire groin; the bull's balls fit in his maw. He suckled on the whole package and gripped the bull's thighs.

It wasn't new to Chad but it never stopped feeling good. He groaned and leaned on the stall, stroking over Desmond's head. "Fuck, bro," he shuddered. "That's good..."

Desmond gulped and sucked. His tongue lashed at the bull's groin, slathering over cock and balls, indulging in the flavors of precum and sweat. He hugged onto Chad's legs and the bull held him closer, cupping his head in one big hand, gripping the top of the stall door in the other.

"God, yes," Chad groaned. Although tiny, his penis was incredibly sensitive. The entire thing tingled with pleasure and precum shot constantly from it. He bleated to the foxcoon, "I'm gonna cum, dude. You give the best head. The fucking best."

The bull came with a suppressed groan. The bathroom was still empty but he couldn't help his self-consciousness. He shuddered and bucked against Desmond's snout. Cum shot from his tiny penis, thin ropes but lots of them; it coated the foxcoon's tongue and spattered across the back of his mouth. Desmond suckled the whole of the bull's package as he drank his prize.

The bull shivered as his orgasm hit its peak, then sighed as it passed. Afterglow was beginning to take hold. He ruffled Desmond's hair and he said with some strain, "Thanks, Desmond."

Desmond pulled his lips off of the bull's dripping crotch. He giggled. "No problem, sugar... ain't just fun fer you." Softly he kissed Chad's penis, which was more glans than shaft. Then he kissed the bull's balls, and finally nosed into his pubic mound. "Too bad [i]I[/i] gotta go home an' shove a vibrator up my butt if I wanna cum too."

Chad felt too good to spar with the foxcoon. He said nothing but smirked. After a few more idle kisses to his loins from Desmond, Chad said, "Maybe we ought to get back to the prom."

"Sure, yeah," Desmond agreed. "I wanna see how many kids are fucked up."

The bull snorted a laugh. "God, you're a shit, you know that?"

Refreshed and still buzzing on afterglow, Chad walked with Desmond out into the prom. It was really underway now; plenty of kids were dancing, the punch bowl had become very popular and the music was fairly loud, if still inoffensive. Chad took his date to the dance floor; he wasn't very good at dancing, but Desmond didn't seem to be, either.

Some of Chad's buddies found them on the dance floor. "Hey, bro," one of them, a cheetah, slurred. "Someone spiked the punch!"

Desmond smiled and Chad snickered. "No shit, dude?" the bull asked.

"Yeah man!" The cheetah was leaning hard on his date, a formidable-looking alligator. She shook her head and smiled.

Chad pulled Desmond close. He was a little better at slow dancing, having done it with family members at a few reunions and weddings. He didn't step on Desmond's feet, at least.

"This is actually pretty fun," the bull said over the din of the music.

"Sure is," Desmond agreed. "Hey, c'mon. Over this way."

"I'm leading," Chad chuckled.

"Yeah, real shitty job yer doin, too," the foxcoon sassed. He pulled Chad over to the sidelines and said, "I wanna go see if I kin find Dakota. Jus' stay here a sec."

Chad watched Desmond scurry off into the crowd. A few moments later he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, somewhat dazzled by the bright lights, and saw it was Bento who had touched him. The small, bespectacled dog smiled up at him with uncharacteristic warmth.

"Hey there, handsome," he said. "Looks like your partner ditched you."

"Oh, well, kinda," Chad chuckled. Gesturing at the crowd, he asked, "Um, do you wanna...?"

"Dance? I'd love that." Bento leaned close to Chad. He pecked a kiss on the bull's lips; Chad smelled the booze. "That punch, it has a little something in it," the Shiba Inu giggled. "I don't seem to have full control of my faculties right now."

They danced slowly and gently despite the energy of the music. The dog kept up fairly well for someone who had downed three glasses of spiked punch, and Chad's performance was admirable given his nervousness.

"You dance well," Bento said. He belched and started giggling. "Oh, dear. I think I'm a bit drunk. I'm enjoying myself, though."

"Uh, I am, too," Chad murmured. Bento leaned close to him, seemingly for support, and Chad's blush deepened. When Bento slid his arms around Chad, the bull did the same. Part of him wished Desmond would come back. But mostly he was happy. He said close to Bento's ear, "You, um-, I didn't know you wanted me to take you to the prom..."

"It's okay," the Shiba Inu cooed. He nuzzled up to Chad's chin. His tail was wagging. "It's just a dumb prom, you know. It's not like you have to love someone to take them."

Chad mumbled, "Well, uh, you know-, well, I do like Desmond a lot. He's nice."

"Sure, he's nice." Bento smooched Chad's chin. "Maybe a bit overbearing. Very nice, though. Fun during D&D."

"Yeah."

Bento sighed, but the noise was contented and warm. He squeezed Chad tightly and cooed, "Let's dance some more. I don't get to dance nearly enough."

The bull danced with the Shiba Inu, and finally the music changed to something more downbeat. Before long they had moved to the middle of the court; couples danced all around them and a little kissing was going on. Chad and Bento brushed by Desmond who was hanging off of a tall brown stallion from the football team. The foxcoon glanced at Chad and winked, but said nothing.

Blushing, heart racing, Chad slid his arms around Bento and kissed the dog. Bento smiled and kissed back. It was a shallow kiss, barely a swab of tongues, but the meeting of gazes was electric. Chad murmured to the Shiba Inu he'd known all his life, "Love you."

The words were soft, lost under the music and the shuffle of feet, but Bento's eyes widened behind the big frames. He said nothing, just leaned into Chad. They began to move with the slow music again, and the bull wondered why he had said such a thing.

By the time the prom tapered to a close, Bento had mostly sobered up and the slip Chad had made seemed to be long forgotten. Kids were starting to leave and the lights had come up, but the gymnasium was still busy. Chad and Bento sat on the folding chairs against the rear wall, just holding hands, unsure of what to say.

"Um. I had a nice time," the bull said eventually.

"I did too," Bento concurred with a smile. He was tired, a little bit sweaty from the drinking and dancing, but he appeared content.

The bull leaned down and they shared a brief kiss. Compared to some of the kissing and petting happening here and there, their display was mild. From the corner of his eye, Chad caught sight of Desmond looking particularly disheveled. He waved the foxcoon over. Bento leaned against his side.

"Hey, Desmond. You have a good night?" the bull asked.

Desmond grinned. "Pre-e-etty good... been awful busy."

Bento laughed. "Have you been playing with the jocks' balls again?"

Chad snickered. "When isn't he?"

The foxcoon frowned. "Sure didn't mind when I was playin' with [i]yours,[/i] acorn."

"Yeah, yeah," Chad murmured, waving him off.

Desmond sat down opposite Bento and leaned into Chad. "Hey, you guys need a ride home or somethin?"

The bull and dog conferred for a moment. Bento said, "Actually, I can drive him home. You can go if you want to, Desmond."

"All right." Desmond stood up and pecked Chad on the cheek. "Take care."

"You too," Chad said, watching Desmond go. He turned to Bento and he asked, "Um, so, would you... would you like to see each other more often?"

The dog smiled slyly. "We see each other every day, silly."

"That's not what I mean."

Bento giggled. He nuzzled into Chad's chest and sighed. "I know what you meant. And yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes." The dog smooched the bull on the lips. "I heard what you said."

Chad blinked. "Yeah, I said I want to see-"

"Not that," Bento said, meeting Chad's eyes. He smiled, and the bull smiled back.

They embraced. Chad squeezed the Shiba Inu close. "Maybe we should head home."

"Yeah. Let's go home," Bento agreed, laying his head on the bull's broad chest.