Hunter yawned and idly scratched his chest, claws raking over the loose white t-shirt he was wearing, with just a pair of boxers below. The orange vulpine lounged casually in the living room of his shared apartment, happy that Friday night was finally upon him. It had been an exhausting week of classes and he was ready to just shut himself down. He was an average height for his species, roughly six feet, with a couple extra inches thrown on for the ears. Not tiny, but not large either – in almost every way, both physically and personally, he was more than happy just to be average. He liked to be included but was never one to stand out in a crowd.

The TV quietly played in the background, though it was difficult for him to focus much on it. As he ignored the show, he idly scrolled through his favorite social media sites. Mindless updates from friends, some dumb celebrity posts he didn’t care about, ads everywhere…why was he doing this again? Despite the futile nature of it, he couldn’t get himself to stop, unwilling to really get up and do much else with his lazy evening. 

Time flew, and a few minutes turned into a few hours with Hunter nearly falling asleep twice. It wasn’t much, but it was a peaceful evening, and sometimes it was nice to simply bask in the lack of stress by doing absolutely nothing. He enjoyed it as long as he could, but just past midnight, he was disturbed by the sudden, loud opening of their door by his roommate.

“Hey, buddy!” The avian said, slightly slurring his words. Apollo stumbled over to the sofa near the fox’s recliner and crashed down on it, quickly tearing off his shirt and letting out a loud sigh. “Fuck it’s good to be home,” he breathed, leaning back and spreading his legs, tilting his head back as he let his body succumb to gravity’s will. The bird’s plumage was on full display, showing off his bright, royal blue feathers, with some gold mixed in over his chest and stomach. His talons splayed out over the rug covering most of the floor, and his broad, black beak remained partially open as he relaxed.

Hunter looked over curiously at the bird. It wasn’t extremely unusual for them to see each other with clothes off around the house – neither of them had anything the other hadn’t seen – but it was still a bit odd to be in the living room without a shirt on. The fox tried to keep himself from looking too much, but given the bird’s intoxicated state, he managed to steal a few glances without being noticed.

“Hey, Apollo,” Hunter said slowly, still trying to bring himself back to a full state of awareness. “Early night for you,” he noted, glancing at the clock and seeing it was nearly 12:30. “Have fun?”

“Oh yeah,” Apollo replied, still staring at the ceiling. “Scored with this cute little chubby bunny at the bar. Didn’t even have to go back to his place – walked into the bathroom to take a piss, whipped it out at the urinal next to him, caught him peeking, and fifteen minutes later, he was walking out of the stall still dripping cum,” the bird said with absolutely no hint of shame.  

“Ah,” Hunter replied, not sure what else to say to his roommate’s unnecessarily detailed antics. “Lucky bunny, then.”

“I’ll say. There’s tons of big guys out there - wolves, horses, dragons, that kind of thing, but they’re so cliché. It’s unfortunate not a ton of bottoms think of other species when they want some. Nice when I finally get someone to take an interest in it. It’s a special occasion when one of those greedy bottoms gets a sample of this,” Apollo replied, finally looking up and groping his crotch. “Had a few repeat customers too, so I can say they certainly end up satisfied.”

“I’m sure they do,” Hunter said, still almost paralyzed as he looked over at his roommate.

“Still got some in the tank if you’re interested,” the avian replied suggestively.

“I’m okay,” the fox replied, though he had no idea why he did. 

“Yeah yeah, I know. I’ve known you like twelve years or something, never once taken me up on it. Or anyone, as far as I know,” the bird replied.

“Nope…” the fox said quietly. “I touched it once though,” he said, but knew what the response would be.

“Yeah, as part of truth or dare like three years ago. And you pulled your paw back so fast you’d think it burned you. You’re not exactly in the closet though, so what gives?” Apollo asked.

“I dunno…” Hunter trailed off. Truthfully, he’d gladly do things with Apollo. With as long as they’d been friends though, it felt difficult to take the plunge. He was worried that sex would change things, or make it awkward, or he wouldn’t be good enough for the more-experienced avian, or any number of reasons. “Just…don’t want to.”

“Hey, you do you, man,” Apollo replied. “No judgment here, but I know you’d love it. Everyone else does,” he cockily replied. 

“I’m…I’m good,” Hunter stammered.

“Alright man. Fuck, my head’s spinning, I’m gonna lie down…” the bird said, spinning around on the couch and resting his head on the armrest nearest the fox, closing his eyes and resting one of his wings on his chest, letting the other hang off the couch. Even now, as Hunter glanced over, he could see a bulge in the bird’s pants, evidence that what he was saying had at least a decent amount of truth to it. Knowing he couldn’t keep looking without getting himself hard, he tore his gaze away and went back to his computer, trying anything to keep his mind busy. 

The pair remained like that for a little while, though after about fifteen minutes or so, Apollo had fished his phone out of his pocket and was idly flipping through it. Hunter couldn’t quite tell what he was looking at the few times he looked over, but he could see the bulge getting slightly bigger in the bird’s pants. Sensing his own crotch stirring, he used all the resolve he could muster and turned back to his laptop once more. He couldn’t look long though, before he felt something nudging his arm.

“Hey dude, check this out,” the bird said, offering his phone over to the fox. 

Hunter was immediately skeptical, aware of the bird’s arousal at whatever he was looking at, and suspected he was about to be shown porn. What he saw, however, surprised him – it looked like Apollo had managed to click on a somewhat badly made ad. The website he was on had hints of scam all over it, though some of the pictures were quite beautiful. 

“Paradise Island,” Hunter read aloud, scrolling down the page. “Where like-minded individuals can hang out and let their true selves show,” he continued, before turning back toward the bird. “Like-minded meaning…?” He asked.

“Gay, I assume. Was flipping through some porn a friend sent me, one had an ad for this, and fuck it looks fancy. Imagine an island with a fucking castle on it and a ton of gay guys walking around? Not kidding with the name,” Apollo replied. “True paradise.”

Hunter couldn’t deny that the idea was great, but there was no way this was real. He looked at some of the pictures again, and while it wasn’t entirely accurate, Apollo’s description of a castle wasn’t far off. There was a rather nice beach, but a large stone wall encircled most of the island. Some large towers existed in one of the back corners, but the bulk of the center looked quite open to him. It was an extremely odd setup, but the tropical-seeming nature seemed genuine. “Enter for a chance to win the trip of a lifetime, and prizes beyond your wildest dreams,” he said skeptically, scrolling a bit further. “Geez, this thing’s a scam and a half waiting to just steal your info. Let me guess, you need to put your credit card information in to enter?”

“No, man, come on, I looked at the form. It’s just name and email, that’s it. What’s the worst that can happen? We get a few spam things we have to filter out? I don’t wanna do it without you, we can share a laugh about it if it turns out to be horse shit,” Apollo continued, egging the fox on.

“I’m good, dude…there’s no point in stuff like this,” the fox said, handing the phone back to his best friend. 

“Party pooper,” the avian said, sitting back up and taking his phone. “On that note, I’m gonna head back to my room and finish looking at the rest of this stuff. Sorry in advance for the noise,” he said jokingly, before retreating back the hallway. It wasn’t even a minute before Hunter could hear some wet noises coming from Apollo’s room – clearly the bird hadn’t bothered to shut the door before jerking off to the rest of whatever he was sent. 

Hunter sighed, knowing neither his mind nor his crotch was going to leave him in peace for the rest of the night. He closed his laptop, flipped off the TV, and made his way back toward his room. Despite Apollo being the overly sexual one, the fox wasn’t immune to those urges. As he passed the bird’s room, he made sure to look inside, getting an eyeful of the large shaft that Apollo was rapidly pumping up and down. As much as he wanted to stay and watch - or if he were much braver, join in – he was far too shy. Besides, what he saw was more than enough. 

Making sure not to do the same as the bird, Hunter very quickly shut his bedroom door and rapidly discarded his clothing. Before he could even land in bed, his paw was around the half of his cock already protruding from his sheath, urging the thing into its full size. Thinking about Apollo’s nine, maybe ten-inch length quickly got it there, leaving Hunter sliding his black-furred paw up and down over eight inches of fox meat. 

A few select memories rotated through his mind as he felt his paw become sticky with pre. First and foremost was the sight he just got. It wasn’t uncommon for Hunter to see Apollo nude when leaving or getting in the shower, but it was rare to see the avian at full mast. As the sight solidified in his mind, one of his earliest sexual memories with Apollo came back. When they had just moved into their college apartment a couple years ago, they drank that night to celebrate, and Hunter had passed out on the living room floor. He never told Apollo he knew, but he’d woken up briefly and acknowledged that his pants were down, and the drunken bird was feeling up the fox’s sheath. Hunter cursed himself ever since that night, as an involuntary moan spooked Apollo into stopping for fear of being caught. The thoughts of what might have transpired were unfortunately still fantasy, but the idea was enough to keep Hunter going.

Finally, that night of truth or dare came back to him. Most of the group had ended up naked, and one of their friends had dared the fox to touch the bird’s cock. He of course wanted to, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it even when the two were alone, let alone in a group. Peer pressure and a lot of taunting managed to get him to do it though. He slowly reached over and wrapped his fingers around the head of Apollo’s shaft, only to let go mostly in shock when he realized it was already sticky. 

As he lay there fantasizing about that night, the sensations came back to him. The size, the smell, the warmth, everything about Apollo’s dick lit up the pleasure centers of his brain, and that was without even getting to properly play with it. There was one specific point that sent him over the edge though. When no one was looking that night, Hunter had stuck one of his fingers in his muzzle and gotten the smallest taste of the avian’s pre. He’d never forgotten it, and as he dwelled on it once more, he started involuntarily bucking into the air. The whole affair lasted no more than two minutes, but left Hunter breathless and covered in more than few streaks of fox cum up and down his torso.

As he lay there panting, he slowly traced one of his paws through the lines of jizz, collecting a bit on his fingers and putting it in his muzzle. Even in his post-orgasmic bliss, he desperately wished it was Apollo’s he was drinking, and did his best to picture himself wiping up the bird’s cum and slurping it down. He wasn’t perfectly clean when he was done but considered himself good enough. With a sigh as he realized his fantasies stayed just that, he slowly dragged the blanket over himself and turned to his side, closing his eyes and falling asleep for the night.

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Hunter woke up the next day, slowly blinking as the unforgiving sunlight poured in through his windows. He knew it was a fight he wouldn’t win, and groaned as he shifted toward the edge of the bed, shuffling out from under the blanket. As he stretched, memories of the previous night came rushing back to him when the scent of his matted chest fur hit his nostrils. It wasn’t unusual for the fox to wake up like this – at least once a week he’d wake up after having fallen asleep jacking off to thoughts of his best friend, rushing to the shower to remove the evidence, and continuing with his day. 

Today was no different. He grabbed his towel, wrapped it around his waist, and hurried to the bathroom before he could be seen. Apollo still hadn’t shut his door, but Hunter unfortunately couldn’t get any more eye candy as the bird had seemingly managed to end up under his blanket during the night. It was probably a good thing, Hunter thought to himself. He didn’t need that level of distraction this early in the day. 

With a couple quick movements, he shut and locked the bathroom door behind himself. Knowing he was alone, he dropped the towel, and stepped over toward the shower. The refreshing warm liquid soon poured from the showerhead, and the vulpine stepped underneath with a relaxed sigh. He tidied up the last of the evidence from his fun the previous night, as well as the rest of his fur, enjoying the sensation of becoming nice and clean again. Finding his job done, he shut off the shower and stepped out, moving under the full-body fur dryer. He twirled himself around, making sure to lift his arms to get everywhere he could, happy with the light, fluffy feeling he was left with. He used the towel to dab at a couple of the leftover damp spots before securing it back around his waist and started back toward his room. Once he stepped back out of the bathroom though, he saw Apollo standing against the wall, waiting for him to come out. 

“Hey,” the bird said, blinking slowly, clearly still tired.

“Hey…” Hunter said, trailing off a bit. “You know I’m naked right now, right?”

“Yeah yeah, just a second,” the bird said dismissively. “Sorry about last night. I’m not sure I remember everything, but I feel like I got kinda pushy with some stuff, and…sorry,” he finished lamely.

“It’s…it’s fine. Not the first time, and I’m used to you being like that when you’re drunk,” Hunter said. “I appreciate you apologizing though.”

“Of course; you’re my best friend, last thing I want to do is piss you off. You interested in going out with me to grab a few drinks tonight?” he asked. “My treat.”

“I’m not sure I can…I’ve got another exam next week, and don’t know that I can afford to skip studying for it,” Hunter replied.

“Oh, come on, you’re always studying, and you always do just fine,” Apollo rebutted.

“Yeah…because of the studying,” Hunter said pointedly.

“Fine, we can go later, okay? Do your studying, whatever else, and we can end the night with a little fun. Deal?” Apollo countered.

“Ugh…I know you won’t leave me alone unless I agree, so… fine,” Hunter relented.

“Fuck yeah! We’ll have a great time, I promise. Quick hug?” The bird asked.

“Uh…sure,” Hunter said, caught slightly off guard. He made sure to clutch his towel with one of his paws as he awkwardly wrapped the other around his roommate, not wanting to reveal anything.

 Apollo returned the hug, patting Hunter on the back a few times before pulling his wings back. “I’ll come get you tonight when I’m ready – plan for like 11 or so? Anyway, I’ll let you, uh…get dressed,” he said, before shuffling off into the bathroom himself.

Hunter watched the bird walk off, then shook his head for a moment. If only Apollo knew how he actually felt, it would be much easier… but he still didn’t think he could bring himself to say it. A certain part of him certainly knew though, and as Hunter re-entered his bedroom and dropped his towel, he saw a couple inches peeking out of his sheath.

“Yeah… somehow I knew you’d have something to say about me hugging him…” the fox muttered.

The bulk of the day after that was largely uneventful. Hunter quickly took care of his burgeoning erection, his mind going to much the same location as it had last time. Once he’d calmed down and cleaned up again, his mind was finally free for studying. The fox got dressed, grabbed his laptop from where he’d left it last night, and started to hit the books. 

The day flew by, and Hunter had never even noticed the sun go down, despite sitting next to a window. He was hyper-focused on his work, determined to do well. So much so, that when a knock sounded from his door, he jumped and knocked the book he was poring over onto the floor. He glanced over at the clock, shaking his head. “Holy fuck…how is it so late already?” He asked himself, picking up the book and replacing it on the desk. He didn’t want to go, but having agreed to it, he knew he couldn’t back out now. 

Slowly, Hunter dragged his footpaws as he made his way to the door. “Hey, Apollo…” he said as he pulled it open.

“Hey buddy! Ready to go?” The bird asked, clearly more excited than the vulpine.

“Not really,” the fox said honestly, “But I don’t think I have a choice.”

“That’s the spirit!” The bird said jokingly. “Come on, man, just relax, enjoy yourself,” he said, wrapping a wing around behind the fox’s back. “It’s not like I’m torturing you, I know you like it too.”

“Yeah, I’m not denying that, just…ugh. You’re right. It’s hard to pull myself away from my studies. I just…don’t like being behind on anything. You know I like being the best in class,” Hunter said.

“Obviously, why do you think I live with you? You can do my homework in like five seconds,” the bird said, scoffing when Hunter shot him a dirty look. “Oh, you know I’m kidding,” Apollo replied, ruffling Hunter’s headfur. “You’re a great guy, you’re fun to play games with, honest, trustworthy, and if I may say so, very cute. I don’t just keep you around for that big brain of yours.”

“Thanks…” the fox muttered weakly, not sure what else to say. “You’re, uh…you’re okay, I guess.” He said in return, making his own attempt at teasing. 

“Geez, I list off like five things, and all I get is ‘okay’? Wow, maybe I should let you get back to studying,” Apollo replied.

“Oh, shut up, you know you’re awesome too,” Hunter countered.

“That’s more like it,” Apollo replied. “Now, off to the land of drunken men!” He said excitedly, quickly tapping on his phone to get a ride to the bar.

Hunter couldn’t help but chuckle. “You know, most furs would just call it a gay bar or something.”

“Well yeah, but I don’t care about the bar, I want the men,” the avian quipped.

“Didn’t you like just fuck someone yesterday?” Hunter asked.

“So? And since when does a fox ask that kind of a question?” Apollo countered.

“Ugh. Stereotypes…” Hunter said, shaking his head.

“Come on, it’s not even a bad one,” The bird said. “No one’s shaming foxes for being gay sluts, we love you like that. We just need to get you laid, and you’ll be hooked.”

“We’ve tried this before…” Hunter said, rolling his eyes. “It never works out.”

“Doesn’t mean it never will! Look, ride’s here, too late to back out now. Let’s go!” Apollo said excitedly, still doing his best to keep the fox’s spirits up as they climbed into the car.

A few short minutes later they ended up at their destination. Apollo led the way, ushering Hunter inside and to an open booth. He then quickly disappeared and returned with a huge grin on his beak, setting a drink down in front of the fox.

“Okay, I know we’re in a gay bar, but like…really?” Hunter asked, poking at the fruity pink mixture in front of him. “What even is it?”

“I dunno, just asked for the gayest thing they had. Can’t get you hooked up with someone if you don’t advertise it,” Apollo said.

“I’m already in a gay bar with another guy. How is that not advertising enough?” Hunter said.

“Gotta flaunt it! Besides, you’re more open than I am, I know you’ll take it or give it, whatever’s available. I’m mostly just looking for bottoms,” Apollo said. “You just have to say you’re open and anyone who walks up is good.”

Hunter rolled his eyes. “Forgive me if I’m a little bit more selective than that…”

“Maybe to start. Once we get you your first time, you won’t be though. You’ll be begging for more, like a good fox,” Apollo teased.

“Asshole,” Hunter said, sipping the fruity mixture Apollo had brought for him.

“We can get you that if you want,” the bird said happily.

“Ugh. You’re relentless,” the fox replied. 

“You know it. Now let’s see…” the bird said, looking around the room. The pair sat like that for a while, with Apollo repeatedly bringing drinks back to the table every time one of them had emptied one out. Hunter’s head spun at this point, and he wasn’t quite sure just how many of the fruity mixtures he’d downed. Apollo had brought a few potential suitors over to the table, but the fox found a way to turn down each of them in turn. 

Slurring his words slightly, Hunter sighed. “It’sh pointlessh,” he said, head bobbing back and forth a bit. 

“You just…you just…you just gotta lower your standards a bit,” the bird replied, stammering over his words, though still a bit more coherent than Hunter.

“I jussht don’t want to do any of ‘em,” Hunter said, turning and facing out over the floor again. 

“Fine…” Apollo said, pulling out his phone. “If you don’t want any of them…” he said, moving much slower than usual. He stumbled a bit as he typed away, backspacing over and over again until he got it right, finally finding the thing in his search history. “Maybe someone here?” He asked, sliding the phone over to the fox.

Hunter picked up the phone, squinting a bit as he tried to make out what was on the screen. “Oh no…not thish hic again…” 

“Just do it for a laugh, man…what’s the worst that’ll happen?” Apollo offered, showing Hunter the same site as was advertised at their place last night.

“You’ll…you’ll shut up if I do it, right?” Hunter asked, voice getting louder than he intended on the last word.

“Yeah, yeah, totally!” the bird said, excited. “And on the off chance it’s legit, and we get to go…holy fuck, it’ll be…well, paradise!”

“Ugh…I really shouldn’t…do this while I’m drunk…” the fox said slowly, but picked up the phone anyway. It was difficult, with Hunter having to stop multiple times as he entered his name and email, but after a couple minutes, he hit submit. A quick message popped up on the screen, congratulating him on entering. A small animation played, showing the number ninety-eight turning into ninety-nine; Hunter supposed that was how many people had entered so far. It wasn’t surprising the ad didn’t get a lot of traffic, with as badly made as it was.

“There…” he spat, flipping the phone back over toward Apollo.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” The bird teased.

“I guess not…” the fox replied, resting his head on the table surface now, finding it easier than keeping it up.

“Geez, how many have you had?” Apollo asked. “…How many have I had?” He continued, putting a wing to his head and trying to remember. For as eccentric and outgoing as Apollo was, he wasn’t completely irresponsible, and realized it was probably time to stop. An unsuccessful night, but it was still fun for two friends to hang out and chat for a couple hours. Again, struggling a bit, he managed to call the pair a ride home. Apollo supported Hunter as the two of them stumbled out of the car, barely managing to get inside before they collapsed. The fox crashed on the couch, finding it too difficult to make it back to his own room, while Apollo was just coherent enough to get to his bed. 

The following morning, the fox woke up with a massive hangover, cursing his prior judgment. Not just for drinking, but also for falling asleep near a massive window that was currently blinding him with bright sunlight. Groaning in displeasure, he forced himself to stand and retreat back to his room, feeling his way down the hallway, unwilling to open his eyes more than he had to. The one reprieve was when his head hit the fresh, soft pillow he knew so well, and despite not being able to fall asleep easily again, he at least took comfort in the darker environment.

“Fucking hell…” he muttered to himself. It wasn’t the first time he’d been that drunk, but the first time in a while. He did his best to remember what happened, though certain events were fuzzy. He knew they went to their usual hangout spot…he drank quite a few of something he still wasn’t quite sure if he ever learned the name of…Apollo made him talk to a few guys who were average at best…then there was that stupid website or something the bird kept pushing for some reason. 

After another few minutes of debating with himself on whether he was willing to open his eyes, he finally decided to remain awake for a few moments, pulling his phone toward him. He turned the brightness down as far as it would go, then scrolled through a few notifications to make sure he didn’t miss anything important. Seeing he was in the clear, he sighed as he had one more bit of cleanup to do. Whatever that site was, he never got a confirmation email, so it was likely he couldn’t even spell his own name right at the time. It took a bit of googling, but knowing it was related to porn in some way didn’t make it terribly difficult to find. When he landed on the signup page he’d been presented with last night though, there was no form – it simply showed the congratulations message, along with the ninety-nine entrants. 

“Wait…what?” He asked silently, confused by the page. He…he’d definitely signed up with the bird’s phone, and there was no login on the site. How did it know he had already entered? Hunter shook his head, frustrated he was even putting this much thought into it. He knew he wouldn’t have given away anything too personal, even when drunk, and it was only his paranoia keeping him from leaving it alone. “Damn it, Apollo…” he muttered.

For as much fun as he’d had the previous night, it sure as hell made Sunday miserable. Hunter spent most of the day in bed, curtains closed, and was pretty sure he managed to fall back asleep at some point. Apollo likely was in the same situation, though being a heavier drinker than the fox, he probably wasn’t in quite as much discomfort with the immunity he’d built up.

Monday rolled around, and Hunter still found himself unable to let it go that he’d signed up for a scam in his drunken state. Every few hours he’d check the webpage and still see that same blinking 99 entrants message. It became almost a compulsion, and even though the bulk of his brainpower was focused on his studies, a small portion was always wondering. He wasn’t even sure why. The vulpine supposed a tiny bit might be excitement – doing something he didn’t normally do, combined with the extremely unlikely, but possible outcome of ending up on an island with other gay men in a tropical setting. The larger, more obvious part though was simply regret for doing something dumb.

It wasn’t until Wednesday that his compulsions yielded anything. That evening, Hunter idly pulled out his phone and did the same check as always. This time, however, the number was different. 100 was shown on the screen, with a new message stating that the competition would begin soon. “Wait…competition? Not like…drawing or something?” The fox thought. Odd word choice, he supposed. Whoever made the site likely was using an online translator for English. He stood up, still curiously looking at his phone, and wandered down the hall a few steps to knock on the bird’s open bedroom door. 

“Hey Apollo, you remember that paradise thing you made me sign up for?” The fox asked.

“Dude, you’re still on that?” The bird said, turning around at his desk and laughing a bit. “It was just a fucking laugh, a fantasy we can talk about together, ending up in paradise like that. It’s not meant to be taken seriously…”

“It certainly seems like they take it at least a little seriously…for a few days now, it showed 99 entrants, ever since I signed up. But today it says 100. They’re clearly keeping track for something,” the fox explained.

“Or…and hear me out, they just randomly increase the number to make it seem like others are interested too to get more to sign up…” the bird said, shaking his head.

“But it’s still odd, isn’t it? Why wait so long to up it by just one?” Hunter countered.

“Dude, I don’t know. It’s just a fake site talking about some alternate reality. If I’d known you’d focus this much on it instead of enjoying the thought of being in gay paradise I’d have never brought it up. Sorry,” Apollo said, shrugging.

“Ugh. You’re right, I’m taking it too far. Sorry as well,” Hunter said, bowing his head a bit.

“It’s cool dude, just…relax a bit more. Enjoy the fun side of things,” Apollo said. 

“Yeah, I haven’t heard that before,” Hunter said sarcastically, offering a small smile toward the bird.

“And I’ll keep saying it until you do,” Apollo replied.

“Maybe someday…” Hunter said, trailing off and pushing away from the doorframe, heading back toward his bed.

The rest of the night went as planned, with Hunter poring over a textbook and crashing early for classes the next day. It wasn’t until the next morning that anything unusual happened. The fox grumbled softly as he barely started to awaken, shifting his head up and down a bit to get his body moving. He smacked his lips a few times, growing a bit more uncomfortable each time, until finally he managed to regain enough consciousness to spit out whatever grainy substance was on his tongue. Even without opening his eyes, he could tell it was a particularly bright day, as the sunlight was nearly blinding already. Before he had a chance to awaken further on his own terms though, someone else forced it upon him.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?”
