New Boy 1 Shilva strolled into school Monday morning, the pink fox sighing happily as he left the crisp autumn air for the heated comfort of Acronis High. The halls buzzed with excitement- it didn’t take long for Shilva to figure out why. In a small school, news traveled fast. There was a new student from the city, a doberman named Lynch. Everyone seemed to love him- Shilva smiled. As the head of the student body, it was his job to welcome all newcomers to the school, and he was glad that this one would seem easy. Maybe he’d even make a new friend. He smoothed his white polo, made certain his pants were hiked up enough, and pushed his way through the crowd in search of the new dog. Eyes searching the sea of heads, he caught site of two large ears bouncing above the rest, off-white with a hint of green at the top. “Alan!” He called out, and the ears perked, swiveling towards him. They made their way through the hall, finally emerging. They were attached to a short, muscular rabbit, large green eyes complementing his highlights. “Alan! I hear there’s a new guy?” Shilva fell in step with his friend, looking down at the diminutive lagomorph. “A doberman, don’t have too many of those around there. His friend nodded, adjusting his wireframe glasses. “Yep! He’s a nice guy, I saw him over by the fountain. Definitely looks out of place here, though. I think he’s more likely to wear jeans and a wifebeater than he is to wear a polo and khakis.” “You’re one to talk. You know as well as I do there’s no dress code here. Maybe you more than me.” The fox nudged his friend playfully, looking him up and down. Dressed in cargo shorts, a cloth belt, and a vaguely-stained white tee, Alan wasn’t exactly GQ himself. The school was a private one, and as such most of its students dressed well. There was no actual dress code, however, and while the teachers frowned upon it, Alan and his kind were allowed to get away with old jeans and dirty shirts. They reached the end of the hallway, and Alan, after a quick goodbye, rushed off to his homeroom. The crowds began to clear as teens rushed to homeroom, the bell seconds from ringing. Shilva felt no such panic, still searching the corridor for Lynch- it was his job to greet the boy, so he wouldn’t get in trouble for missing first period. As the last pattering of running paws faded away, he turned around- there was one person in the hallway besides him. Lynch stood on the other end, regarding the pink fox with uncomfortably predatory eyes. The honor student blinked a bit, fur bristling, but forced his hackles back down as he approached the doberman. He offered a paw. “Morning! Name’s Shilva Goldwater, I’m the head of the student body here at Acronis! I take it you’re Lynch? Everyone’s been talking about you!” The doberman was dressed like Alan had said, but what the rabbit had forgotten to describe was his body. Lynch was every bit an athletic beast, muscles rippling through his tight jeans, bare arms flexing without trying, but more than that, he was every bit a rebel. His stance, the way he held his head, even the slight sneer on his face screamed low-life. Shilva couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to get accepted into the school, let alone get everyone to like him so much. He realized his paw was hovering in the air, open for a shake that it had never recieved. He let his hand drop to his side, hiding a small grimace. Seriously, where was the charm he’d heard about? “A-Alright, uh, a quiet guy I guess. Do you need help finding your first class?” Lynch simply glared at the fox, crossing his arms. “I mean, uh… well, alright, if you have any questions, feel free to-” “You’re cute.” The fox tipped his head, taken aback by the doberman’s sudden bluntness. “I’m… what?” “You’re cute. You’re going to be mine.” Shilva flushed, a frown finally flirting across his face. “With all due respect, Lynch, I don’t-” “Shut the fuck up, pretty-boy. You’re going to be fucking mine, and you’ll be mine on my terms. Understood?” The fox couldn’t hold back a snarl. “Look, I’ve tried to be polite. Kindly fuck off- I have my life, you have yours. Good luck here at Acronis High, and good riddance as soon as you’re gone.” The lithe fox stalked off angrily, Lynch grinning as he went. The pup had a cute little ass, a spunky attitude, and seemed smart to boot. He was going to enjoy this. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- New Boy 2 Shilva spent the rest of the day in a foul mood, stewing over the new student. What was everyone else getting about him that he didn’t? Everyone else- Alan, even!- had nothing but wonderful things to say about the ratty doberman, but Shilva’s first encounter with him was possibly the worst one he’d had with a new student- and the strangest, too. The faggot had flirted with him, and aggressively! The pink fox was used to being hit on by other guys- his lithe, wispy build, pink fur, and preppy style led many to believe that he batted for the other team. But those were always coy hints, compliments, stuff like that- subtle and mild. This was outright possessive. He was pulled from his stewing seventh hour by a prod on the shoulder. He glanced up, relieved to see Alan there, rather than Lynch. He’d seen no sign of the doberman since the morning, and wanted to keep it that way. The rabbit’s characteristic grin turned into a frown once he saw how his friend was. The rabbit pulled up a chair, plopping his rump down next to the fox. “Hey bud, what’s the matter?” Shilva sighed, looking away. “I don’t get that doberman. Everyone seems to love Lynch, but when I met him, he was an absolute ass. Cold, confrontational, the whole nine yards.” He left out the flirting part. Alan wasn’t as alright with the faggots as Shilva was. Alan nodded a bit, leaning back in the chair, balancing on two legs before falling back to all four. “See, your problem is you’re too stuck up.” The fox’s ears perked, brows furrowing in confusion. The bunny continued. “See, he’s a bit abrasive, but you got to get to know him a bit. He’s got a great sense of humor, despite his demeanor. It comes from being from a poorer area, you know? He’s just… uncouth is all.” The fox nodded- he knew how strange poor people could be. “Try again tomorrow. Keep talking to him past the initial offensiveness. You’ll get to like him- he’s funny, smart, articulate, intelligent, strong…” Shilva’s brows furrowed in confusion. Alan looked almost dreamy as he talked about Lynch! “Alan?” The rabbit blinked, nodding. “W-What? Sorry, was just, uh.” Shilva chuckled a bit. “You sound like you’re in love.” Alan, much to the vulpine’s surprise, didn’t protest as he usually would at insinuations of homosexuality. Instead, he just chuckled, getting up and tousling the pink fox’s head before going back to his chair. Shilva returned to his own paper, pushing the encounter out of his mind. Tomorrow is another day. He’d try again then. The bell rang, and school let out. Shilva walked out into the brisk air, glad to be going home. The walk went rather eventlessly- the leaves crackled as he walked through them as he always did, the air felt cool as it always did, and the neighbors waved, as they always did. He rather liked the two elderly horses, and they rather liked him- usually, they had a sugarcube to toss to him, along with a comment like, ‘Such a nice young man’, or ‘What a bright boy, keep your chin up!’. Not today, though, they just waved and went on with their day. He reached his flat and unlocked the door, entering into the hallway. Flipping the lock behind him, he paused after his first step- something was off. He slowly made his way in the darkened hallway, trying to figure out what was wrong. Nothing seemed out of place… nothing smelled out of place. HIs ears perked up. Nothing sounded out of place. For a minute, he thought it might be because his parents were gone- but his parents had been gone for a long while, they wouldn’t be off business for another month. Then, what..? He slowly made his way through each room of the house, methodically searching every cupboard, behind every curtain and under every bed. But he found nothing. Sighing, he shook his head- he’d lived alone for too long… he should invite a friend over. The fox plopped down on his white couch, flipping on the television. Nothing good on. He sat there, relaxing and unwinding from the stressful day for a few hours before he finally got up, making himself a small bowl of cereal and digging in. The milk tasted slightly off… maybe it had gone-. His thought was interrupted as his phone went off, a little rock ballad droning on- Alan’s tone. He sighed in relief- maybe he wanted to come over, save him from his boredom and loneliness. ‘Hey, wanna see something cool?’ Shilva grinned. ‘Sure’. A minute passed before the phone buzzed again. He opened the attachment, and his heart sank to his stomach, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. The picture was of Alan, grinning his trademark smirk- just a normal selfie. Except for the throbbing, veined dog cock flopped over the rabbit’s head, drooling pre into his ear. Shilva didn’t know what to do. He just put the phone down, sitting back in his chair and staring at the wall. Was Alan secretly gay? Was he coming onto the fox? Wait… was that a dog cock…? Lynch?