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.

Chapter 9

3pm
Day3

The party house

Hagan (Left) and Saulter (right)

Casey 

       Hagan the otter walked behind the bar with the hand cart ignoring Casey (Pony) as she sat at the bar taking notes of the alcohol he was bringing in...

       “Where's the Hennessy?” She asked.

        “I got it.” Hagan replied as he transferred the beers to the ice chest under the bar counter. “So how well did you tip last night?”

        “Depends on how you'd break that down.” Casey replied. “Tips made for providing excellent service or tips because the “service” was “excellent”

       “She excelled on the second point.” Salter (another otter) said smirking as he passed her by and got a back slap. “How did you do Hage?”

       “I made bank.” Hagan replied. “Enough to make my monthly car payment anyway. I got some negatives though Salty on your “Purple Haze” drinks? You need to cut the liquid peppermint because it's reacting with the absinthe and burning throats.”

       “Honestly?” Saulter asked pursing his lips.

       “I heard that too.” Casey said as she waved a finger. “I saw plenty of Wolves and Tigers looking for water chasers to cut it down. Other than that, the drink was selling out.”

       Saulter scratched his head. “Well....I'll make two small one's and cut both the peppermint and the absinthe and you guys tell me how they taste. I'll cut the cranberry by a third too because it might be the fruit acids too. So tell me about your relationship with Linda Hage?”

      Hagan leaned against the bar. “If you want to call it that? I swear she loves work more than me. I have to compete with cubs for her attention. Maybe I should act like one?”

       Casey snorted...”Maybe you should stop being “fly by night” and commit.”

       “Commit?” Hagan replied. “I'm not ready to get married? What can I offer her? A college Junior with what? A bar tender job? A small apartment?”

       “What excuses.” Casey replied. “My parents started out in a three room apartment with my Dad hauling trucks and my mother waiting tables. You know where I foal'd? Behind the counter at Denny's.”

       “Thanks for the visual girl.” Saulter said shaking his head.

        “Ready or not Hagan?” Casey said pointing. “She loves you to death. So you're not Tom Cruise in “Cock Tail” and I'll repeat it with a wide pause because he is such a flamer “Cock.......Tail” she doesn't shut up about you. If you let her walk away? I personally will stop your stupid ass into the snow.”

        “It's his sweet nature and innocent face.” Saulter said poking Hagan in the chest.

       “Bull shit artist.” Hagan replied. “I'll think about it, that's all I can promise. I just don't want her carrying all the load.”

       “The Munks are here.” Saulter said as he pointed to Alvin, Simon and Theodore as they came through the door with their gear....

       “You guys need help getting stuff set up?” Saulter asked.

       “That would be cool.” Simon said as he set his guitar case down. “We have a French Harpsichord to set up on the stage.”

         Casey waved at Alvin. “Afternoon Alvin!”

         “Yeah.....it's an afternoon.” Alvin replied with a frown as he pulled his hat over his face.

         Casey caught Theodore as he came in with his drums on a cart. “What's up with Alvin? He looks like he got slugged?”

         “Don't mess with him right now. His girlfriend gave him the stiff...as in stiff him in the butt.”

          Alvin turned back and got face to face with Theodore. “You want to get knocked off the air there CNN?”

         “Don't dump on me because you an Britty got into another of your flame sessions bro?” Theodore replied.

          “Oh what does she know?” Alvin snorted as he threw his hands up. “She's always miss know-it-all bossy butt! “Alvin I think, Alvin I think”....well I think she's lame-oh, how's that?”

         “Are you barking again?” Simon asked.

         “Keep your nose out of it Ein-stink!” Alvin yelped.

         Simon walked calmly to the back of the bar, put a glass on the counter and started to select bottles on the big shelf behind it to mix liquids in a shaker....

         Hauger looked at the scientific chipmunk with a cocked head. “What are you doing?”

         “Chemistry.” Simon replied. “Unless everyone wants to suffer the rage of Alvin all night and no music gets played.”

          Simon finished mixing and carried the chameleon color changing drink to where Alvin sat brooding....

          “Drink.” Simon commanded.

          “I'm not in the mood right now Simon.” Alvin frowned.

          Simon snatched Alvin by his shirt and got nose to nose with him. “You're not going to blow our gig by being an inconsolable, unreasonable little prick. You drink this or I'll give it to you as a suppository and trust me Alvin? I'll make it hurt.”

         Alvin took the glass and chugged it....”There. Now get away from me before I hit you.”

        Simon returned to the bar and looked at his watch. “About five minutes.”

        “Five minutes?” Saulter asked.

         “Five minutes.” Simon said....”He will either be more agreeable to live with or he will try to have sexual relations with everything of the female gender in the room. That's if I got the chemical mixture wrong.”

        Saulter and Hagen moved in front of Casey as Simon slowly walked up to Alvin and leaned close to his face....”Alvin?”

       “Yeah?” Alvin replied with a soft smile.

        “Are you feeling better now?” Simon asked.

        “Giggles”.....”Yeah....I'm chilled now.” Alvin gave Simon a soft kiss on the nose and tickled his chin. “Let's play around?”

         Simon handed Alvin his guitar. “You first....I insist.”

        Alvin put his guitar down....”No dude...I mean....play in bed?” Alvin moved behind Simon and slowly nuzzled him on the neck...”Simon? “sniffles” I'm so sorry I call you names all the time...”sniffles”....I love you big bro.”

        Saulter, hagan and Casey were giving Simon strange looks

        “It's the side effects,” Simon said as Alvin pawed at his brother. “They pass in about a minute.”

        And in just a minute....Alvin stood shaking his head and looked around the house with a blank look. “Hey Simon? When did we get here?” He asked.

       “Five minutes ago Alvin.” Simon said as he gave Alvin his guitar. “Go nuts?”

       Alvin gave Simon the mistrust look and slung the guitar over his shoulder. “I'm watching you nerd-oh.”

      “I'm sure you are.” Simon replied as Alvin walked to the stage to practice while Simon walked back to the bar...

      Hagan raised a finger...”Want to teach me that drink?”

      “No.” Simon replied. “If you screw it up? Your penis will suffer a violent raging spasm and then it will explode.....seriously.....that's why I call it a“fat boys and little man.” cocktail.

      “Are.....you guys?” Casey asked with a cocked look.

      “I am.” Simon replied. “Alvin isn't. And no my dear...I don't “d-rape” my siblings and don't ask for the formula? I don't want to have to euthanize you.”

3:45pm
Day3

The Winter Carnival in Lake Crest

     Alex put his hands on his hips and gave Will and scowl...”What the hell was that?”

     “A curve ball.” Will replied.

     Alex snatched a softball and snorted. “Back up? You suck at pitching.” The wolf cub said as he looked into the booth at his target, licked his maw, wound up and fired at the stack of three bottles!

    “Plink!” The top bottle flew off leaving the others untouched.

      “You suck.” Will snapped.

      “Oh shut up and pay for three more balls?!” Alex snapped.

      “The game is obviously rigged.” Foxdayle snorted. “The bottles are weighted.”

     The big Rhino running the game grabbed the bottles and put them on the counter...”You care to face the punishment for insulting me there fur pelt?”

     Foxdayle tested the bottles...”Well? It is a common thought that carny games are rigged. I don't see a problem with the bottles here.”

     The rhino set them back up. “Let the young lady there have a go at it.” He said as he dropped a ball into Asra's hands...

     Asra gave the bottles a deep glance, wound up and sent them flying off the table!

     Alex huffed. “Now I know that's rigged! He's trying to play on Asra!”

     The Rhino gave Asra another ball. “Care to repeat that toss missy?”

     Asra gave the bottles a deep glance, wound up and sent them flying off the table!

      The Rhino gave Asra an enormous teddy bear...”Quite the pitcher.”

      “Oh what bull shit.” Alex yelped as he climbed up Will's back. “Help! I can't get away from the turd-nami!”

      “Stop it Alex! You want to get us beat?!” Will yelped. “I'm sorry Mister Rhino, my little brother gets a bit stupid when he can't win anything.”

      “Well I will admit one thing.” The Rhino replied. “The young lady is absolutely gorgeous.”

       Asra snuggled her teddy bear and blew a kiss as the little group walked away. “I had to win the bear? Will? Your charm points went down.”

       “Ok...so I admit my pitching is sub par.” Will replied as he held onto Alex's legs and let him ride on his back a bit.

       “Your pitching sucks, get it right.” Alex snorted as he pull played with his brother's ears. “I've had enough fun for today Will, how bout you two?”

       “I'm coco'd out.” Foxdayle said. “We should get back so I can get some rest.”

       “I'm cool with that.” Will said as he turned for the exits. “Any ideas for the rest of the evening?”

        Alex turned to Foxdayle...”Foxy? Don't you think Will should take Asra to the party house?” Alex winked. “So you and I can spend time together talking about Biathlon and cleaning your rifle?”

       “Yeah!” Foxdayle replied. “You both should go tonight. The place totally rocks hard. You'll love it!”

       Will thought for a moment....”I need a little time before that to try and find those bucks chasing after Kemper.”

       “You're going to insist on trying to talk to them?” Asra worried.

        “If I don't try, then we'll end up doing what Alex talks about doing and I want to avoid that outcome. After all....Kemper got himself into this mess and rightly he should get his ass kicked for it.” Will said as he put Alex down. “I'm worried that if Alex gets a taste of deer ass, he might not stop.”

       Alex air humped and yelped....”Scream Rudolph bitch!”....he then stopped and shrugged...”Just being figurative ok? I'm hoping to get all feral and teeth, show my big brother how “real wolves” deal out the business!”

      Will smiled and scratched Alex's head tuft...”Real wolves handle their booze and don't still piss their underwear champ.”

     “Oh fuck you.” Alex replied with a snort. “Just go tonight so I can drain Foxy of all his knowledge?”

     “Ok...” Will snickered. “Drain his knowledge...yeah....”

     Alex gave will a rib punch.

4pm
Day3

Nicky Whips and Chesher's hotel room. 

      SEAL played over the room speakers as Nicky winced from the feeling of his anus being stretched out and then closed as the dog knot popped into his love pocket...he then reached for the glass bowl of dog cookies, swirled one of the bone shaped confections in another bowl of ice cream and whip cream and popped it through Chesher's lips as he followed it with his lips to a deep, long loving kiss...

      Chesher moved his hands over the face of his feline love and let go a few tears...”I love you so much Nicky...”

     The teenage cat moved his behind around...swaying and purring with the pleasures and pains of having the Corgi inside him...”You were tailor made for me.” He said as he exchanged tongues and bent to embrace his love...”Will you stop crying?”

     Chesher reached for a bowl of cat treats and popped one into Nicky's mouth... “I'm an emotional wreck.”

     Nicky patted Chesher lightly on his chest...”You don't have to make it public you know? We can get married without a big all too do?”

     “It wouldn't be right.” Chesher huffed. “Keeping you in a box? Having to keep up a stupid act for public consumption?”

      “You're going to go for another Olympics.” Nicky replied as he humped himself slowly over his lover's shaft. “It's just one more and damn...you're in line for 8 golds! Think about that! A corgi with 8 gold medals? Set for all time!” 

      “But keeping you in a closet is so unfair!” Chesher snapped. “What good are medals when you have to hide your boyfriend away? “Oh the cat? Oh he's just one of my roadies....I feel like shit having to pretend that.”

      Nicky took hold of Chesher's cheeks.....”It's for me ok? For us? Four more years and we're set for life. You can sit back on your laurels and then we can let everyone know....stop with the water works and pity plays and fuck the shit out of me you corgi stud.” Nicky swirled another cookie in ice cream and waved it around....”Want your cookie boy? Huh? Does my sweet rocket cock want his cookie?”

        Nicky popped the cookie into Chesher's mouth and played with his nose with a finger....”Mmmmm....come on and fucken ravage me dog? Rape this bitch in heat....”

      As SEAL's “Bring it on” played over the speakers....Nicky bounced and moved himself slowly over his lover's cock...enlisting yips and light yelps from Chesher's mouth as he pulled on the knot and lifted the Corgi's rump a little off the bed from the tightening of his feline muscles....

     “Oh Chilly.....” Nicky sighed and coo'd....”I love you...I love your cock inside me....”Nicky turned himself over the hardness till his back faced Chesher's face and he arched...his arms and fingers extended and contorted as he enjoyed the slow fucking of his tail pussy...gently laying back till Chesher caught him and supported him by shoulders....

     “Mmmmm....prrrrr......come on Chilly.......mmmm.....fuck the shit out of me...”

     Chesher allowed Nicky to come back farther until he held him in a tight embrace and jammed him hard, thrusting with his powerful hips causing his love to screech and hiss until he shot thick hot gobs of cum against Nicky's prostate...

    “Sigh......kiss......I love you so much Nicky Whips....” Chesher said as he felt Nicky go limp in his arms...

4pm
Day3

The party house

“Bring it on ...it on it on it on it on it on it on... ...Bring it on bring it on bring it on bring it on... First I didn't have the will to carry on ...carry on... Illusions in my mind...illusions in my mind...Like that picture when you feel you can't go on
...go on...Like you've been left behind...behind...”

The Chipmunks played through the SEAL song over and over with Simon going between his electric piano and the sound mixer to get the resonance, pitch, flow and other settings to match the size and shape of the room so they'd bounce around clearly over the expected crowd for the night time rave...

“How's that sound Alvin?” Simon asked his brother as he did a lone strumming and crained his head around...

”Still have to work out the “metal twang” in the reverbs...” Alvin replied as he sat on the stage floor playing with the knobs on his guitar as Casey walked up and placed a glass of juice with a long straw and a pair of Castle burgers in front of Alvin...

“There you go.” She said as Alvin pulled out a 50 dollar bill and waved it to her. “And here you go.”

“That's kind of steep Alvin.” Casey said smiling. “Are you being honest or are you trying a pick up?”

“Huh?” Alvin smirked back. “Are you accusing me of trying to sniggle a date?”

Casey leaned on the stage....”Yes I am you little devil.”

“I am immune to such low brow tactics.” Alvin replied turning his head.

“You are so full of cow droppings too.”Simon snickered. “Do you really need a lesson in why Britty's so hostile to you most of the time?”

Alvin snorted back at Simon....”You bring her up again Simon and we're going to tangle.”

  “I am so glad that my relationships are founded on mutually supported interests and not on so called....”Boob culture.” Simon said crossing his arms.

     “Are you trying to be insulting?!” Alvin snapped. “Cheesh Simon? Why don't you just grab a hold of her and claim it's for scientific research you crass moron!”

     As if by cue....Casey walked over to Simon and showed off her breasts without shame....”Do give me a fair scientific hypothesis there Mister Tesla?”

    “I know how to act in the face of adversity.” Simon said turning his head around. “The problem with Alvin is that sometimes fame over rides his better judgment....which sadly hasn't been seen since he left diapers.”

    Theodore laughed hysterically. “He was barely into training pants before he had a police record for mischievous groping!”

     “Does any of this have any bearing on our performance?!” Alvin snapped. “And just where is that cat you invited to our family gig Simon? Do I have to remind you that we're not budgeted for four?”

     “Nicky doesn't have to show up early seeing how accomplished he is Alvin.” Simon said raising a finger. “Besides....we make enough in tips to cover him so stop being a snooty prick?”

      Alvin picked up his guitar and started to strum and pick at it....”We better make bank tonight Simon or the money comes out of “your check” since “you” invited him.” Alvin closed his face with his brother. “Any by the way? Your “hidden agenda” is not covered by expenses.”

     “What hidden agenda?” Simon replied with a shrug.

      Alvin poked a finger in Simon's chest....”Need I elaborate? I'm sure Rolling Stone would be thrilled to hear about it?”

      Simon replied with a calm look....”Remember Alvin? You have to sleep sometime and I am a chemist? If you want to wake up assured of your “male identity”....you'll keep your lips shut and your guitar pick moving.”

     Alvin gulped and stood for a moment with his mouth gaped before he started playing a repeating, rolling rhythm set...it was then that he noticed the piece of paper in his shirt pocket...

     “Text me later?” Casey had written which got Alvin smiling and doing a little skip dance around the stage.

5pm
Day3

The Hotel

      Alex, Foxdayle, Will and Asra walked into the foyer and stood at the free snack bar filling small plates and picking up drinks...

      “So....what about say seven o clock up in your suite Alex?” Foxdayle asked as he nibbled on a chicken finger.

      Alex looked at Will. “Is that ok?”

      “That's fine.” Will replied. “I'll pick up Asra at eight. If you two want to crash in the suite with all your gear, I don't mind at all.” He looked over at Asra. “You fine with that?”

      “Make sure the booze is locked up.” Asra snickered.

       “Very funny Sister.” Foxdayle snorted. “We're not intending to get drunk.”

       “Still.” Asra snorted. “I want the booze locked up in “our” room and you give me “your” key.”

      Alex poked Foxdayle in the side.....”You're so whipped.”

      Will looked at his watch....”That gives me three hours to look for those bucks. I'm sure the front desk isn't going to give me any help. But first things first? I'm gonna go do some laps in the heated pool.”

      Alex looked at his own watch....”Hey Foxy? Bout six or so? I'll come down and help carry the gear up to the suite.”

       “I'm going to go to Kemper's room and try to sway him out of this match but I doubt he's going to listen.” Foxdayle said with a sigh...”I'll call you if he changes his mind or not.”

      The four of them walked into the elevator and separated at their floors with Alex going with Will to the top and soon into their suite where Alex slowly closed the door behind him and while Will was occupied with getting his things together to go down to the heated swimming pool, the Wolf cub shorn off his clothes and sat on their bed naked with his underwear playfully wrapped around his ankles...

      “Will?” Alex said softly and playfully as he grabbed Will's hand and rubbed his shoulder with his chin....”You wanna?”

       “Do I wanna what?” Will replied.

        “You know?” Alex said as he pulled on Will's arm......”One last time for old times sake? Shake the bed a bit?”

        Alex stood up on the mattress, cupped Will's face with his hands and kiss tongued him slowly and softly....”Well? We got time? Wanna wreck me?” The cub sighed as he reached down and rubbed Will's crotch.....”Kiss......come on.....I'm all hot up for a good fuck darling from your hot thick wolf cock.”

       Will slowly reached up for Alex's hands and put them to his chest....holding them together gently....”Do you love Foxy Alex?”

       “Well? That's a silly question?” Alex replied.

       “I'm serious.” Will replied. “Do you love him or not?”

       “Duh.” Alex played back.

        “You said it yourself Alex....it's over remember? No more? The end? Done?” Will replied as he dropped Alex's hands and rubbed his sides....”If you're going to be committed? Then don't ever cheat....not even with me. No more.”

         Will reached down and slowly pulled Alex's underwear up...”Oh? Stupid me.....damn it!” Will said as he stood up and scratched his head....”How stupid of me to leave some booze from last night near the tub in the bathroom. I hope my little brother doesn't find it?”

        Will then pointed a finger into Alex's nose....”And don't you “dare” get hammered, you understand me? Mod.....errrrrrrrrr......ayyyyy......shun!”

        Alex giggled back. “Hard to moderate when your legs are in the air.”

        Will pushed Alex onto his back on the bed then stopped to grab a towel. “You've got all night so don't spoil it by running to quick into the ugly bumps?”

    Will started to walk out but almost tripped over as Alex tackle hugged him from behind and snuggled his back....

        “Thanks big bro....” Alex yelped....”Thanks for being so cool.”

        “Just don't be in a rush to get to home plate on the first night squirt?” Will replied as he rubbed Alex's head tuft. “Take.....your......time. Now let me go before I do something stupid and change my mind?”

       Alex let go and ran to the door! He dropped his underwear again and spread himself in a sexy, toothy grinned bend over with his wolf tail raised stiffly over his back....”Last chance to get in a good pounding bro?!”

       Will snatched a wrist and held Alex on his tip toes until he slipped out the door smiling...”Have fun......”

       Alex watched the door close with a huff....”Be that way...Mister Fur Scout.” Alex said to himself....”Then again? The Fur Scouts are just as perverted. Wonder if there's a jamboree around here?”

5pm
Day 3
Nicky Whips and Chesher's hotel room.  

    Nicky came out of the bathroom brushing himself with a slicker and bristle brush and found Chesher sitting on the bed looking somewhat sullen....

    “What gives? I thought you'd be dressed by now?” Nicky said as he picked up his underwear from the dresser...

     “I want to come out tonight.” Chesher said.

     “Chill? We've been over this like a thousand times...you don't need to do a big “Hi I'm flaming!” production. Not right now?” Nicky said as he sat on the bed.

     “But it all sucks!” Chesher replied waving his arms out. “What good is everything if I can't openly share it with the kitty I love?”

     Nicky smiled with a toothy grin...”You have a flair for the romantic dramatic.”

      “Ugh! You're treating my angst like it's a chew toy!” Chesher yelp as he slipped off the bed.

      “No I'm not!” Nicky said as he stopped Chesher from walking away....”No, I'm not Chilly...sigh....you wanna “come out” and risk everything? I can't really sit on you but I'm begging you to suffer for me....for us....just a little longer Chilly?”

       Nicky gave his love a lick kiss on the lips....”Mmmm....strawberry chap stick?”

       “Dude?.....” Chesher gasped as Nicky feasted on his lips....”Dude, don't...you'll heat me up again...we'll miss.....we'll miss.....”

       Nicky stopped and petted Chesher on the head. “Will you consider waiting some more then?” The tabby cub said as he rubbed his body over Chesher's...”Please?”

       “Mmmfffff....How can I say no to a pussy?” Chesher said softly.

        “You can't....so shut up and shower you hot stud mutt.” Nicky said as he brushed his fingers under Chesher's chin and let him walked to the bathroom.

5:20pm
Day 3
Kemper Reicht's room 

    “Knock....knock.....” “Kemper? Hey? It's Foxy...open the door.” Foxdayle said as he knocked again and suddenly got pulled into the room...

    “Well that was a little abusive?” Foxdayle yelped as he rubbed his wrist and watched his rival walk back to the table where he had his rifle “field stripped”.

    “Sigh....you are hard bound to go through with this match aren't you?” Foxdayle asked as he walked up.

    “Damn right I am.” Kemper snorted. 

     “You Britty foxes are so key'd up on honor. I didn't outright insult you Kemper for great Vixen's sake...at least hold this off till we get this mess your in cleaned up?” Foxdayle begged.

     “And look like a stalling chump to everyone else? Especially your little protege? Oh no Foxy....you asked for it and you're gonna get it.” Kemper snorted as he sat running a brush through his barrel.

     Foxdayle sat and patted his lap with his hands....”Why do you have to be such a prick?”

     “Wanna go over the list you little smug Vike bitch?” Kemper snorted back. “The way you sometimes carry yourself screams pretty loud enough.”

      “Oh come on.....really?” Foxdayle yelped. “What is it Kemper? Am I challenging your “male-ness” or is it that maybe?....you secretly desire to screw me in bed?”

      Kemper pushed on Foxdayle's shoulder. “You know perfectly well what it is!”

     “Gnah! I don't act “superior” to you! Why do you always have this jealously streak? Why do you treat me as an enemy? And I'm not trying to “come on” to you or “hook” you or “seduce” you so cut the homophobic crap! And you don't have to “one up” me to shore up your male-hood! Gawd you're a big fucken douche Kemper Reicht!”

     Kemper slammed his rifle barrel down and stomp walked as Foxdayle started to back away....

         “Kemper?.....” Foxdayle yipped as Kemper took hold of his wrist.

         “I suggest you get a good night's sleep....”if”.....that's possible?” Kemper snorted. “It's going down tomorrow and trust me....you're going to lick a lot of yellow snow in front of that mouthy little Wolf of yours....trust me.”

        Kemper roughly released Foxdayle's arm and walked back to his rifle...”Good night Foxy.”

        Foxdayle stood for a moment massaging his wrist. “Kemper? Please....”

        “I said.....good night Foxy?” Kemper huffed back.

End of chapter 9