Snow Daze
(Cub/Teen, Incest, Gay sex, strait sex)

A Will and Alex fan fiction by Dan 1966

( c ) Will and Alex from Sheath and Knife fur-rotica by Haramist and Kitaness.
      All rights respected. No monetary gain nor profits desired nor wanted.

Part 7

Noon
Day3

Will, Alex, Asra and Foxdayle driving to the Winter Carnival in Lake Crest

       “Walking on egg shells and patience don't help you when you're horny.” Alex thought as he sat quietly in the back seat of the station wagon carefully plotting between his vocal “P's and Q's” and his quick little subtle shows of affection for Foxdayle. A quick “I really love you” with a batting of the eyes, a suggestive smiled and little feels of the fox teen's hand with paranoid fingers and Alex was about to blow up like a pent up volcano...

      “Alex?” Will asked from the driver's seat. “You alright?” Will turned to Asra. “Why did you scratch your brother's snoot? I said I would handle the problem?”

     “I am still very cross with him.” Asra yelped.

      Alex leaned between the front seats....”I'm the one who got his tail hole ripped up by a belt! Asra, give Foxdayle a break? I decided to get drunk and stupid.”

     “He took you to the party.” Asra replied. “There is no excuse.”

     Alex flopped back into the seat....”Sheesh....you're a bitch.”

     “Alex!” Will snapped.

     Foxdayle suddenly popped a slap on Alex's nose....”Don't you EVER call my sister a bitch!”

     Alex cringed as Foxdayle flashed him a smile...”Play with me ok?” He appeared to say in a whisper.

    “If you ever call my sister that again? You'll regret it, I promise you.” Foxdayle snarled as he sat back in his seat. “I'm sorry Alexander....I value my sister. I'll never let anyone disrespect her and get away with it.”
 
     “I'm sorry....” Alex said sorrowfully.

     “You're just too cute to be angry with.” Asra said smiling.

     “You say it again and I'll spank the shit out of you worse than the last time.” Will snarled.

     “William? I think Alex knows better now?” Asra said as she patted Will's shoulder.

     “Call me Willhelm some more.” Will replied smiling. “I love that name, it sounds hawt.”

      “Sounds like you're a fag.” Alex snickered.

      “You just want to die today, don't you kid?” Will replied waving a finger.

       Foxdayle patted Alex on the shoulder. “Hey? So we can pass the time? Let me show you some things about topographic maps?” He said.

      “Yeah!” Alex replied excited. “I want to know everything so I can become a good Bi-athlete.”

       Foxdayle pulled out a small hand notebook and a pen....”Now I'm going to explain how slope grades and conditions are written on Topo maps. It's very important you know when and how to exert yourself on the courses. A Biath course is designed so no one has an advantage over their competition but not so you end up dead by a stroke before you reach the finish. Different slopes and surface conditions dictate where you need to push and how hard and where to rest and how long you have forth both.”

      “Mmm!” Alex nodded enthusiastically with a wagging happy tail...

      “Hold on for a second Foxy?” Will interrupted. “Alex? I sent texts to both Dad and Uncle Chance about you wanting to do Biathlon? You know Uncle and guns, he's all drool and expert about it. Dad's probably talking to mom...”

      “In between turning her pussy into a river?” Alex snickered.

      “Gawd damn it? What is up with you today Alex? Really?” Will yelped as Asra laughed. “Asra! Don't laugh about it! I keep telling him to stop with his toilet mouth.”

      “My shit filter says “Out of commission”. Alex laughed. “You know Dad's giving her the “repair shop mambo re-calibration special” Will! He probably threw the phone into the silverware draw where he always puts it when he's got Mom all wrapped up on the counter like the Christmas Ham and filling her with wolf gravy.”

     Now everyone was laughing....

     “Text? The only thing we're gonna get back from Dad's gonna sound like this....
“Hi sons.....ugh...ugh....ugh.....really?....ugh....ugh....ugh.....ok fine.....ugh....ugh... spank that ass!......bye.”

     Will was gasping for breath....”Stop it! Stop it you little fucker or so help me!”

     “So couldn't help you get it up if he tried.” Alex snickered back.

      Foxdayle snatched Alex and noogied him on the head....”You are just a lot of fun Alex!”

      “I'm just getting started. Now if I can keep from getting “jilted” and “Frozen” I'll be fine the rest of the week.” Alex replied. “Let's get back to maps Foxy!”

     “Ok...” Foxdayle replied as he started to draw in his notebook....

     “So.....the lines on a topo map when it comes to sloping....uphills and downhills …..can tell you how steep the grade is which is the angle of the slope, the condition of the slope and depending on the degree and length the amount of estimated time you'll have on each slope for resting or exerting...”

    Foxdayle then wrote in the note book....

“How many sex partners have you had?”

    Alex cocked his head at Foxdayle with a smirk and wrote back as Foxdayle kept talking about map lines...

“The whole San Diego Zoo....why?”

    Foxdayle snorted back as he wrote....

“I'm being serious. How many?”

 Alex wrote back with a smirk....

“Just Will....why? I'm not diseased.”

Foxy flipped the paper over and wrote back...

“Because I want a real boyfriend, not a floater. I want to know if you're really serious.”

    Alex looked at Foxy and wrote back....

“I'm not going to let Will “do me” any more.” He then drew a pair of hearts with “Foxy” and “Alex” written on them with a lightening bolt through both of them.

     Alex looked at Foxdayle with a wanting face and said silently....”I'm all yours and only yours.” With his lips....

    Foxdayle shook his head free and quickly flipped the pages over....”Ok. Seems you have a good understanding of the lines...now let me show you how this works...”

Hotel skating rink
Noon
Day3

     Chesher glided slowly over the ice putting one leg ahead and stretching as he dipped low then stretched the other leg and did the same thing as he glided past the bleachers and noticed Kemper Reicht leaning against the wooden sidewall watching him skate around.

      The tan Corgi came to a swooshing stop....”Yo. Where's Foxdayle?”

      “With his sister, her new boy friend and her boyfriend's little brother at the Winter Carnival.” Reicht replied. “Where's Nicky?”

      “Dunno.” Chesher replied. “Didn't come back from breakfast. Probably skulking around, looking for something to do or playing slots in the game room. So? Who was the piece of tail you were smoking up last night?”

      Reicht snorted. “Does everyone know about it now?”

      “Well dude, come on, I mean.....right there on the table.” Chesher snickered. “Not like you could miss the “Oh fuck me” between every deer “bleet”

      Reicht chuckled....”Her name is Fawleen and she's hawt. Soooo easy to bag a white tail doe man, it isn't funny.”

     Chesher saw a pair of bucks walking around the rink. “You bet it wasn't funny.” The Corgi warned as he pointed. “Those two guys don't look enthused this morning at all.”

    Kemper turned to see two white tails walking around the ring. Both were teenagers obviously by their size; the older one had a set of “two blunts” on his head while his companion had bump antlers yet both of them were “Gun stocked” athletic wise with elegantly formed bodies, powerful legs and hips and sinew packed arms. Both of them looked extremely pissed off.

    “Shit.” Kemper said nervously. “She played it man...she urged me into it.”

    “Doesn't matter to them.” Chesher replied. “Girl friend? Sister? All I see is a pair of angry white tails and they look like they drank a gallon of piss and they mean to spit it right down soneone's throat and out their ass.”

    Reicht snorted. “Could you be more sick and descriptive?”

    “They're......going to turn your foxy ass into a trail tunnel?” Chesher replied smirking. “Let me see if I can sway em a few minutes while you find a rat hole to crawl into.”

    “Thanks Chill.” Reicht said as he cowarded.

     “Don't mention it.” Chesher replied as he skated up to where the White tail bucks were leaning over the wood retainer wall and scanning the rink...

     “Morning guys.” Chesher said smiling. “You looking for someone?”

      “Yeah....” The buck with the darker brown head tuft replied. “A miserable fox who needs his head stomped into the dirt.”

      The other buck's face turned into surprise...”Ronny! This is Chesher the Chill dude!”

     “I don't care if he's “Herbie the Love Bug” Bam. Right now all I care about is having a fox tail as a garden flag.”

     “No Rono....this is really Chesher the Chill! Four time gold medalist speed skater? Destroyed Ugani Metskov?”

       “No shit? The Russian Rocket? Yeah......yeah......man, you totally ruined that Bolshevik bull shitting horse dude!” Rono snapped. 

       “Guys really? I took no pleasure in watching him shatter his ankle like he did.” Chesher said waving his arms.

      “But it's how you responded that made you so cool man.” Rono replied. “Class ….act.....lost the race but still you are such the dog dude!”

     “I'm not tooting a horn.” Chesher replied as he put his hands behind his back. “So what's with the rage and fox hate?”

     “There's a red fox we're looking for....” Bambi said. “Who had his way with my kid sister.”

     “Only because “YOU” didn't go with her to that party!” Rono snapped. “That red fur fucken cocksucker....fucked my girl friend! I'm going to do the four hoof four step on his fucken carcus, shove his dick up his ass and then cut that fine bushy tail off his fucken dead body!”

      Bambi snorted as he pointed to his pants....”I'm more quick and less violent.” He said as he pointed to a pistol tucked under the belt...

      Chesher gestured with a hand. “Well it's really not my problem guys and If I got caught in such a mess I would probably lose all my endorsements and never compete again so all I'm going to say is I saw a red fox go into the shower and bathroom over there and he's probably still there if you he's your guy?”

      Rono looked at Bambi and nodded. “Let's see if that's our piece of meat. But before that?” Rono turned to Chesher...”Dude? We must have your autograph, especially for Fawleen. I need something for a make up ice breaker to show her I'm not pissed at her.”

     “Of course.” Chesher replied with a smile as he took slips of paper from Rono as he pilled out his wallet. “Delighted too oblige.” 

     Kemper watched from a distance as Chesher signed the autographs and waved to the two bucks as they walked towards the male fur gym room. He quickly ran to Chesher as he stood leaning against the wall....

     “Why did you send them into the male's room?” Kemper asked.

     “There's a red fur in there all right.” Chesher snickered. “A red furred Tasmanian Devil.”

    Kemper cringed.....”Oh shit.”

    “And right about now? He's probably in the shower.” Chesher said as he played with his speed skate glove.

   Kemper cringed lower.....”Oh shit.”

    “And about now they've thrown open the glass door to a stall.”

    “Damn it Chill! I asked you help me not get me killed!” Kemper yelped with his arms up.

    Suddenly a rash of terrified deer screams and the sound of a seriously ticked off feral beast exploded from the Male bath room!

    Chesher opened the door to the ice and gestured. “And this is where you skid-attle.”

     “Gawd you're a dick!” Kemper yelped as he took on his four legged form and bounded onto the ice rink with his claws digging into the slick surface as he turned his head to see the two screaming and paniced white tail teens all scrambled legs and rumps as they flopped out of the Male's room with a very angry red Tasmanian Devil looking to chew up some prime venison hawks!

     “I'm not a dick, I'm a Corgi.” Chesher said back with a smile!
    
“AAAAAAHHH!” Rono screamed as he reached back to punch the rabidly crazy and angryAustralian marsupial as it bit into his butt....”AHHH! BAMBI! SHOOT THE MOTHER FUCKER!” The screaming deer teen cried out!

“YOUR THE ONE WHO PUNCHED HIM AND DIDN'T BOTHER TO LOOK FIRST!” Bambi yelped as he tried to pull the Devil off, only to have it clamp fast to his leg! OWWWW!!!

   Rono quickly spied Kemper Reicht out on the ice rink...”THERE'S THAT VULPINE FUCKER!”

   Bambi got a hand free to snatch his pistol from his belt and clocked the Devil over the head enough to knock him out....

   “Damn! A foot and he would have bit my prick off dude!” Bambi said to Rono.

   “Like that's any loss there huh Princess?” Rono snickered as he gripped Bambi and dragged him behind him...”YOUR DEAD FOX!”

    “Uh?.....Ronny?” Bambi yelped.

    “WHEN I CATCH YOU! I'M GONNA SHOVE YOUR DICK DOWN YOUR THROAT!” Ronnie screamed.

     “Uh?.....Ronny?” Bambi yelped.

     “WE'RE GONNA RIP YOU TAIL OFF AND USE IT AS TOILET PAPER YOU VULPINE SHIT!” Ronnie screamed.

     “Ronny!” Bambi screamed out.....but it was too late......

      Both teen White Tails crashed onto the ice!

       Rono fought to scramble back to his feet and just as fast he went down hard on his stomach and chin as Chesher glided by.....

     “tsk, tsk, tsk.....sucks to have cloved hooves.” Chesher said as he offered to help Bambi up only to get his pistol before letting him flop back onto the ice...

     “Nice!” Chesher said as he looked at the pistol. “A Beretta? Neat gun dude.” He quickly took it apart and threw the pieces all over the ice. “You're not going to kill someone with a gun...you two guys are athletic as heck, that should be enough?”

     Bambi tried to get up again only to flop back onto his stomach! “OWWW!”

     “You bastard....” Rono snarled. “When we get off this ice rink you little piece of shit dog...”

     Chesher scowled and thumped Rono off the head. “First? You have to “get” off the ice there...”whitey”....and right now? You seem to suck at it.”

     Chesher waved to Kemper as he trotted off the ice then slowly skated around the two unfortunate deer. “If you were a real boy friend Ronny? You would have been there with your girl friend....just saying? Obviously if she liked being so opened to getting screwed at a house party by anyone? That's......a fair indication that as a “boy friend” you really suck ass.”

     Chesher stopped to play “pull the hairs off a White Tail's tail”....

     “Plink!” 

     “OUCH! Cut it out you dick head!” Bambi yelped. “When we get off this ice dude? I swear we're going to....”

     Chesher skated in front of Bambi as he struggled to keep his upper body up off the ice and lip locked with the quivering angry buck...

      “Swear to do what?” Chesher said as he kiss licked Bambi's snoot. “First thing.....Princess?.....You need to get “off” the ice? Have fun with that ok? I gotta go.”

      Chesher skated away leaving Rono and Bambi lying helpless. Rono looked at Bambi's star struck face with a snort....”What the fuck is your problem?”

      Bambi turned his head with a smitten smile...”He's a dick but....but he can sure kiss.”

     “Shut up you silly faggot and crawl?” Rono snorted as he struggled to pull himself over the ice. “Gonna kill that fox one way or another with or without your help....Princess.”

Noon
Day3

The Winter Carnival in Lake Crest     

      Alex, Foxdayle, Will and Asra stood pulling apart a ball of maple fried dough as they looked at the huge snow and ice sculptures of anime and cartoon characters....

       “Sure takes a lot of patience to do these huh?” Will said as he rubbed the nose of the Dragon “Haku” from Spirited Away.

       Alex pulled on Foxdayle's coat....”Look at the wolf from Princess Mono!” He yelped joyfully as he walked up and stepped into the open maw of Moro....

      “Can you imagine this mean set of canines crunching you up Foxy?!” Alex said as he stretched his arms up as if trying to hold back the inevitable death...

      Foxdayle smiled....”You'd make nothing more than a bread ball.”

      Will walked up with Asra...”So what's the plan you two? There's so much here to do?”

     Alex's attention got caught by a tower towards the center of the carnival with a ring dropping from the top and he snickered with delight...

    “Death tower....awesome.” He said and without another word he snatched Foxdayle by a hand and tugged him along....

    “Where are we going Alex?” Foxdayle asked.

    “Death tower.” Alex smiled back.

       Foxdayle saw the ring with seats shooting up the tower and cringed. “Please tell me we're not doing that?” He asked.

      “I am!” Alex yelped. “Come on guys! It's fun!”

      Will looked equally as apprehensive as Foxdayle...”He really takes too much from our Uncle Chance.” He said shaking his head before Asra.

     Alex was almost pee dancing as he got in line. “Come on Foxy! You ski fast and shoot rifles and this scares you?”

    “I don't do ejection seats?” Foxdayle replied. 

    “A brave son of Norway.” Asra snorted.

    “Don't make me bite you Sister?” Foxdayle snapped back.

    Alex pulled Foxdayle with him as they went through the entry gate and jumped into a pair of seats...

    “If you're really going into the Marines Foxy? You gotta get some “gravy gravitas” in your balls.” Alex said as he strapped himself to the seat.

    “You're still a grade schooler big mouth!” Foxdayle yelped as a ride attendant strapped his shoulder harnesses. “I'm only doing this so my sister doesn't call me a pussy.”

     Alex gave him a play slap....”I don't want to think you're a pussy. My opinion of you matters more.”

     Foxy snickered back. “I'm wondering which part of me has your “interest” more?”

     Alex gave him a toothy grin then looked at his brother who had a death grip on the seat arm rests....

     “Oh my gawd Will! Don't embarrass us!” Alex yelped.

     “Shut your trap Alex, I swear I'm going to.......”

ZOOOM!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

     The ring shot skyward like a rocket! Will and Foxdayle letting out terrified high pitched screams before it slowed to a stop at the top of the tower....

“Gasp.....gasp.....AAAAAAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOO!!” Alex let out a howl of glorious excitement as he thumped a leg and stretched his arms out. “Wow! My whole body tingled!”

    Foxdayle's teeth chattered as he looked over at Will who was equally trying to keep his heart in his chest....

    “What the fuck is this kid on?” Foxdayle yelped.

    “You want the honor of my belt?” Will replied as he sat huffing fast....”I swear I am going to destroy......”

ZOOOM!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

    The ring's locks released and it dropped towards the ground with a blur before slowing and coming to a stop...

      Alex leaped from his seat like a jumping bean....”Again! Again! I gotta do it again!”

      Will flopped onto his butt gasping...”Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?”

      Asra came behind him and gave him a hug...”Yes it was....”

     Foxdayle pointed at Asra...”Then you can baby sit little Captain Suicide?” He said before Alex snatched him again by the hand...

     “Just once more Foxy?! Come on?!” Alex yelped.

     Foxdayle snickered back. “I hate those eyes of yours....little scammer.”

     Alex leaned into Foxdayles' ear....”I love you.”

     “Which is the only reason why you're not tied to this torture machine by your tail yet.” Foxdayle snickered back evilly. 

12:45pm
Day3

The Chipmonk's Suite

      Nicky Whips played the French Harpsichord in a solo of “Touch me Babe” by the Doors as Simon, Theodore and Alvin sat listening and then he flowed it into “Love me too Times” which was more rough and course sounding...

      “Sure makes it sound easy.” Theodore said as he played his fingers in the air.

      “Well it's only different from a piano in that you have more foot pedals to select than a grand 88.” Nicky said as he swayed around....”Add to that the tightening dials on the board itself...you have to be fast in moving between keys and dials...

      Nicky looked at Alvin....”Hey....Light my Fire.....give me a guitar cover?”

      Alvin jumped up, grabbed his guitar and quickly went into a repeating cover string as Nicky played Ray Manzarek's Harpsichord piece with Theodore watching over his shoulder....

      “So you do the drums and piano?” Nicky asked.

      “Yeah.” Theodore replied. “I'm not that coordinated for the harpee. Not for out of classical stuff anyway. I'm beat afflicted.”

      “I won't lie to you.” Nicky said as he switched over to “Riders on the Storm” Classic designed “Harps” are difficult to bring up to a modern style of play...I started out like way early under my Dad. He played with Ray Manzarek in Junior High school, I just picked up on the movements and the timing.”

     Alvin leaned in while he picked away on his guitar....”You make it sound sweet. So you and your Dad toured around?”

     “Yeah...” Nicky replied. “And yes....it's true about the Buster Brown get up. My Dad thought it would enhance the cuteness of the performance.”

     Simon snickered lightly...”Don't get angry but that sounds like a cubophile.”

     “Well he wasn't.” Nicky replied. “Not that it didn't make me a target.”

     Alvin pointed to himself. “That's why we wear these long shirts. Trust me Nick, I've punched a few jerks who gave me the “come on” stink eyes.”

    “Don't know what males would see in Alvin anyway...” Simon snickered. “He has no ass.”

    “And you don't have a dick....Simon.” Alvin snorted back. “Sheesh..... everything devolves into......pussy......ass.....and.......ummmm.....pussy.”

   Nicky snickered. “The “ummmmm” was a little long there Alvin?”

   “Having urges again bro?” Theodore snickered and giggled.

   “Shut up and pay attention?” Alvin snapped. “You should play with us tonight Nicky when we go to the party house again.”

    “I second that.” Simon said. 

      “I'm still partied all out from last night guys.” Nicky said. “I need a break.”

      “Well just think it over at least?” Alvin said. Tonight's a pay gig and our cuts are usually good enough for a big dinner or something nice?”

       Nicky nodded. “I will. Thanks guys.”

12:45pm
Day3

Kemper Reicht's room

      “Bump.....bump.....bump....” Kemper? It's Chilly...open the door, I know you're in there man.”

     Chesher stood thumping a foot for a minute before Kemper opened the door and pulled him inside....

     “Where are they?” Kemper asked worried.

      “I'm sure that after their little embarrassment, they probably went into the woods trying to find you. At least that's how they thought after following the yellow trail of piss I left for them with some red hairs I got from Tazzo.” Chesher said as he sat down.

     “Tazzo?” Kemper asked.

     “Yeah....that big red Aussy Devil. It pays to have some fame doesn't it?” Chesher replied.

     “Oh sure...easy for you to say Chilly, I mean....you got the medals and all, what do I have?” Kemper asked.

    “A good eye for screwing females and getting yourself in trouble?” Chesher replied.

    “Shit!” Kemper huffed. “I swear she was coming onto me Chilly!”

    “Hey?....breath?” Chesher said as he held Kemper's trembling hands.... ”Breath?”

     “They're gonna stomp me dead....” Kemper gulped.

      “Kemper?....Nothing's gonna happen to you....stop shaking or you're gonna piss all over me?” Chesher yelped as he looked at the red fox...”And why the hell are you naked?”

      Kemper sighed...”In case I need to bolt and live feral.”

      “Hint dude?” Chesher said smirking. “I'm gay and you're hot as all fuck?”

      “Shit!” Kemper yelped as he grabbed a towel and covered himself. “Nice of you to tell me!”

      “Well....it's not like I have to register with the police.” Chesher said with a shrug. “Don't worry man...I have a boyfriend so you're safe.”

      Kemper pulled on a pair of underwear...”Am I really that hot to you?”

      Chesher gave back a toothy smile....”I would so rape you silly right now.”

      “Sheesh....” Kemper said smirking. “I'm a fucken stud on the gay meter.”

      “Which is why you now how two pissed off White Tails running around wanting to make foxy patte out of your ass.” Chesher snickered. “Don't worry bout a thing ok? I'll tell Foxdayle and those Wolf brothers he's hanging with and I'm certain they'll protect you till you get out of here. No worries?”

     “Only you.” Kemper said as he rubbed his arms.

     “Very funny.” Chesher replied. “I wouldn't wear horse blinders if I were you Man.”

     Kemper snorted. “Very reassuring Chilly.....very reassuring.”

1:39pm
Day3

The Winter Carnival in Lake Crest

       Alex and Foxdayle had separated from Will and Asra with an innocent looking yet somewhat sorrowful parting between Will and his little brother...they separated hand holds a little slow with Alex fighting an urge to want to rush back...it soon faded when he held out something to Foxdayle as they walked through a row of market booths.....

      “For you.” Alex said as he held out a stuffed wolf doll to Foxdayle who took it with a little snuggle...

      “You are so cute.” Foxdayle said as he rubbed Alex's head tuft. “I saw that by the way?”

      “What?” Alex replied.

      “The way you looked at Will when we decided to go apart. I saw your face.” Foxdayle said softly.

      “We'll......” Alex replied as he played with his hands....”Not like I'm going off to war or anything....sheesh....”

      “Admirable self denial.” Foxdayle sighed with a smile.

      “Ok.....ok I admit it.” Alex huffed. “I admit it....I love him. I love being with him, I love holding him, I love romping with him....it's a little hard to say...no more Will....it ends now....no more Kink Bunny, no more bed romping, no more cowboys and Indians....game's done....field goal....score....buzzer.....match.”

       “I mean....” Alex said waving his hands around....”I am really going to miss it. The excitement of having to be secretive? Riding Will's cock while having to look out to avoid getting caught in the act? Those late at night “sessions” going to his room naked and feeling vulnerable as he's taking me on his bed and we're moaning up a storm with our parents sleeping a few doors down? Fuck...what a rush.” 

     Will was my first lover who taught me how to treat the true first fur I might have fallen in love with because Will wanted to make sure I enjoyed every time we spent with each other after I got him to sex me up. It's hard to just tell the one you love that it's all over.

       Alex thought for a while....”What about you Foxy? How many partners have you had? Are you like a hard top or a light switch?”

       “I like it both ways...” Foxdayle said. “And there was only one...which right now I don't feel up to taking about.”

        “Sore spot?” Alex asked. “Hard break up?”

         “Let's just say? Getting back on the horse wasn't easy.” Foxdayle said as he pointed to a ride....”Giggles....Frozen tunnel of love.”

        Alex snickered...”Wanna get on it?”

         “You make me a little worried.” Foxdayle replied twisting his face.

        “Oh.....shut up and come on!” Alex yelped as he pulled Foxy behind him.

End of part 7