The rest of the day passed quickly for the fox. He had asked for a pass the moment it really sunk in what had happened, and in what was soon to become a rare display of lenience, the teacher allowed it. He cleaned himself up with little trouble and disposed of the underwear. A little crying, some fur brushing, and a few spritzes of cologne, and the fox was as good as new. Except for the small fact that the whole school knew what he had done by the time he left the bathroom. It was everywhere- on his Facebook, spread through Twitter and Snapchat, and even the few students who didn’t do any of those things knew. After all, rumors spread quickly. 

And so Shilva, for the first time in his school career, left early.

 The walk home was quiet, but his mind was filled with the echoes of mocking laughter. Thank God it’s Friday… I need a few days away after that. The fox struggled to wrap his mind around what had happened, looking for a cause and finding none. He had no clue what to think of any of it- the difficulty of the question, the hostility from his teacher, the… incident. But it has to do with Lynch. Everything was good before he came, everything was normal. Now, things are shit.

His thoughts were interrupted as his vibrated. He paused on the sidewalk, stepping to the side before swiping his paw across the screen to answer. The number was unfamiliar, but the voice that came over the speaker was. It was Alan. 

“Hey, Shilva?” He sounded gentle and concerned, as if speaking to a child.

“Yeah?”

“Are you… I noticed you left school early.” Shilva sighed.

“Yeah. Going home.”

“Is it because..?”

“Yeah.” 

Shilva began to walk in the ensuing silence, each step wearing down on him. His shoulders sagged, his ears pressed against his skull, and soon little tears snaked their way down his cheekbones, splashing onto the concrete. His voice was broken. 

“I-I don’t know what happened! I, I just, I don’t… everyone saw! I, I-”

Alan shushed him gently. “Fox? It’s okay, okay? It’s okay… people will get over it, won’t they? Look, uh… do you want me to come over? After school, to just hang?”

Shilva needed that, but he didn’t know if he wanted to see the rabbit, not since he began to change.. The fox hesitated a moment before quietly assenting. “I’ll leave my door unlocked. Come on in.” He hung up without saying goodbye. As he slipped the phone in his pocket, his brows furrowed. Why did Alan call from a new number? The rest of the walk went without incident,the pink furred fox making his way up to the empty house. 



	It was almost evening before there was a soft knock at the door. Shilva sat up on the livingroom couch, yawning and stretching before tiredly making his way to answer. He’d fallen asleep waiting for Alan. The rabbit opened the door just before he got there, flashing a wide smile at the fox. “Shilva! How you feeling, bud?” Shilva couldn’t help but grin back- this was the Alan he knew, not that simpering, quiet little thing in class. 

	“I’m alright. I’m… not sure what happened today. I think it has to do with Lynch, maybe.” Alan looked doubtful.

	“Lynch seems pretty alright to me, honestly. I like him.”

	“I really don’t get what you see in him! He’s, well…” Shilva trailed off. “I-I don’t like saying it, but he’s trash. He dresses worse than you, he has an attitude, he’s shown nothing but contempt for me. I don’t get what everyone else sees in him, or why he seems to treat everyone else better than me.”

	Alan looked sympathetic, but in the end unconvinced. “Sure… uh, let’s let Lynch be Lynch later. We need to get you on your feet again, yeah?” Shilva nodded. “Yeah. C’mon, let’s go Smash a few rounds.”

	Shilva agreed, and all was normal for just a little while. His spirits began to lift, and by the time twelve hit, he had forgotten all about the day, focused on beating the fuck out of his friend like usual. Finally Alan threw down the controller, laughing good-naturedly. “God, I can never beat you at this.” Shilva paused the game, chuckling, then frowned a bit as his stomach growled hungrily. The rabbit grinned, standing up and cracking his back. “Food time?” Shilva nodded. “Food time it is. Your house, your pick.”

	The two disappeared into the kitchen, the fox pouring glass of pop and turning his back a moment to make a sandwich. Alan looked furtively around, slipping a pill out of his pocket and dissolving it in the drink before Shilva could look back. The fox finally finished the sandwich, taking the pop and pushing it to his lips, draining the tall glass almost in one go. He burped a little, sighing and taking his sandwich back to the livingroom. 

	“Netflix?” Alan asked, following behind. The fox nodded, feeling a little strange as they sat down, turning on the console and bringing up the streaming service. They made idle chatter as they flipped through the different choices, but Shilva’s eyes slowly glazed over as time went on. Alan didn’t even bother to hide the grin growing across his face, sliding next to Shilva, pulling him in for a light cuddle. The fox barely noticed.

	“Hey Shilva?”

	“H-Hrmn?”

	The rabbit slid an arm around his friend’s lithe body, rubbing his lower belly, pushing up his shirt. “We should watch a porno.” Shilva’s eyebrow raise was almost delayed, squirming a bit to a sitting position. The pink fox would never dream of anything like that- he was proper, not a sexual dilinquent! But the rabbit pulled him back down into a warm embrace, nuzzling his chin on Shilva’s neck, nibbling it gently with his buck teeth. “Yeah, c’mon, loosen up! You need to after what happened, you just need to loosen up…”

	Shilva grunted a bit, shaking his head a bit as if to clear his mind. His thoughts were swimming, he wasn’t quite understanding what was going on, or why. A porno? I don’t… but the rabbit said… Alan, Alan said he should loosen up… “Gnf… uh…. Sure, you… you choose?” He whimpered a bit, but then settled down, satisfied he made the choice he was supposed to. 

	Alan chuckled a little, nodding and turning on the cable, to the pay-per-view porn stations. He hesitated a moment… Won’t this get Shilva’s parents angry at him? They’ll get the bill… Almost as quickly as it came, his hesitation melted away as Shilva let out a groan. This is what Shilva needs. Lynch said so. He pressed ‘order’, and in seconds the screen flickered to life, cheesy, overproduced smut gracing the television’s high definition screen. It was something about a male cheetah delivering pizza to a female cougar, but the plot was thrown away as quickly as their clothes were. It didn’t matter anyways- he was more interested in Shilva’s reaction than the disgusting heterosexual fucking. He felt a little twinge of confusion at that thought, but forced it back down. I’ve always felt this way.

	Shilva pressed back into Alan’s body, squirming and blushing as he watched the two on the screen do what would be unspeakable things in his mind. He felt his body react, become more sensitive, he felt his underwear become tight… He knew what he was seeing was wrong, but he didn’t have the mind to voice it, to look away. His jaw slowly became slack, groaning and panting as his pants became more and more uncomfortable. He went to slide them off, but Alan’s hands stopped him, the rabbit’s lips perched near his ear. “Shh, no, leave them on. It’s better this way.” 

	The fox’s hands fell to his sides, drool oozing onto the pillow as the rabbit began to feel his body up, pushing all the way up his shirt and tweaking his nipples, beginning to slide down the front of his pants. He wanted to protest again, but he couldn’t find the voice, and it felt so good… Almost without Shilva noticing, Alan changed the channel to another pay-per-view… a gay one. The pink fox’s mind began to weaken, bombarded with masculine groans and whimpers, the sound of massive balls slapping against an equally massive ass, drool and kissing and ropes of pre soaking the bed. 
	The lagomorph couldn’t help but feel a twinge of joy as he watched his friend melt into a receptive state, taking advantage to explore the lithe vulpine body, grope at the thick, meaty rump. His own cock was hard inside his pants, but now wasn’t the time. Now was the time for something else.

	“Shhh, hey, sweetheart… you need to go to the bathroom, don’t you?” Shilva’s ears perked tiredly. Bathroom..? Do I..? Suddenly, he felt a pressure in his bowels and bladder. Fuck. Shilva began to push himself out of the rabbit’s embrace, but Alan stopped him. “No!” Shilva slid back down in the bed, shocked as Alan began to straddle him, pressing his thick rabbit ass against the fox’s constrained shaft. “No, Shilva. Use your pants. Like a good boy. You use your pants, okay?” Lynch had said this was key- Alan had to guide Shilva into messing himself conciously, as a choice. It’s for the best. 

	Alan continued to gently cajole the drugged fox, peppering him with kisses and nuzzles and little nibbles, but Shilva resisted just as gently, drooling and whimpering and mumbling half-words, protesting and gurgling. Finally, Alan sighed. “Let me show you how it’s done…”

	The rabbit forced himself to relax, feeling a blush beneath his skin as his eyes slowly closed. He breathed in and out, slowly, gently, emptying his mind like Lynch said to… and began to push. A few wet frrrps filled the room, and Shilva paused, staring at Alan in shock as he felt bursts of hot air against his clothed cock. The rabbit groaned a bit, jaw dropping open as he let out one last burst of gas. There was a crackling sound, and his clothed ass began to bulge out, becoming lumpy and sagging down onto the fox’s straining cock, log after log of pasty green shit oozing into his underwear. Alan couldn’t help but feel a little pleasure, surprised on how good it felt. He might as well go the extra mile- tail still lifted, ass still sagging more and more, his crotch began to dampen, a massive wet spot appearing and quickly growing out of control, soaking his entire crotch. 

	Yellow piss poured through his jeans, soaking the fox’s belly and chest and rolling down the sides of his body, making a massive stain on the couch. Shilva laid beneath the rabbit as he defiled himself, vestiges of shock making its way through his muddled, murky mind. Did he… Alan, he just… And his thoughts stopped being his own. A small, goofy grin crept across the fox’s face, and he relaxed entirely, pushing. His ass began to sag and push out, turning brown as he purposely flooded his underwear and pants with greasy, chunky, steaming logs of shit. His cock sprayed piss, soaking his pants and adding to the massive growing stain. 

	The two stayed like this for almost a minute, shit creeping down their pants legs, the couch soaked through and piss puddling onto the floor. Alan finally snapped out of it, shaking his head and turning a deep crimson at his state. He slowly slid off the spaced-out fox, looking at his disgusting clothes with a gag and slowly removing them. He glanced at his friend, then at his shit-smeared ass, and shrugged. He needed to get clean somehow. 

	Alan straddled the boy again, but this time lowered his ass over Shilva’s muzzle, and used it like toilet paper, smearing the chunky, filthy waste across his face, up his nose and into his mouth. The fox obliged, tongue hanging loosely out. After a few minutes he dismounted, idly stroking his hard cock.

	“You’re fucking revolting, you know that?”

	No response. 

	Alan chuckled a little, lifting up his pants with a little effort, and turning them upside down. Pounds of semi-solid, chunky shit poured out with a splat onto the fox’s face, burying it. Shilva quickly ate his way through the pile, breathing through his mouth as the shit oozed further up his nose. His mind was on standby, the rabbit figured- he wouldn’t remember the night. He gathered up his things, preparing to walk home half naked. 

	“Sleep well, Shilva! Hope you’re happy come morning… and don’t forget the Class President’s debate.”