Lil’ Damian waited patiently for Maho to finish swim practice. He couldn’t understand the appeal of being immersed in the stinky, chlorinated water. It’s not like it’s a real sport anyway. Seriously, there’s nothing like the feel of the ball between your feet, and you gotta appreciate how good the boys always smell after working up a sweat. When you swim, you just smell like the pool, bleh.
He leaned forward as the coach blew his whistle and the cubs all started getting out of the water. This was one of his favorite parts of these swim meets. Water dripping off the various cub’s bodies and the skimpy swimwear leaves nothing to the imagination. He was rather disappointed to see that Maho decided to stay in the pool to do a few more laps. No perving on the other boys in the shower today, boo.
“Oh well,” he thought as he patted his bag, “at least I have something special planned, and it’ll be easier if no one is in the lockers.”
Whipping out his Gameboy, he passed the time as Maho swam back and forth. He perked up as he heard the locker room start to clear out and laughing cubs stream out of the building. It wouldn’t be long now. Sure enough, a couple of laps later and Maho was panting and pulling himself out of the pool.
Looking up at Damian’s mock impatience, Maho blushed slightly and said, “Sorry. You know how I can get when I’m in the zone.”
“Sorry-schmarry,” Damian replied in mock severity. “Let’s go get you cleaned up pool butt. Oh, and I’ve got a surprise for us!”
Maho sniffed at Damian, “I’m not the only one who needs a shower. You didn’t shower after practice again did you? Wait… Surprise?”
“Nope, I came right here. I know you like how I smell.” Damian wiggled his butt in Maho’s direction. “And I’m not telling you about the surprise until we’re alone in the lockers.”
“Huff. Fine.”
Maho quietly followed the mischievous fox, pondering what he could possibly be up to. He let Damian out pace him slightly, and just after they entered the lockers Maho quickly pulled off his Speedo and tossed it at the unsuspecting kit.
THWAP! The swimsuit hit the side of the fox’s head, but instead of falling to the floor, it gets caught on his ear. Giggling Maho called out, “That’s for keeping secrets.” Without missing a beat, he quickly pulled down Damian’s soccer shorts and undies leaving his bottom bare. “And that’s just because I missed seeing that cute ass of yours.”
The fox never even batted an eye. Instead of pulling off the swim trunks, he simply kicked his shorts to the side and reached into his bag. He deftly pulled out a bong, and small baggy filled with green nuggets, and a lighter. “You said you wanted to try this sometime, so why not now?”
Maho was somewhat shocked. “Here?! We’ll get caught and I’ll get kicked off the team!”
“You don’t know your coach half as well as I do.”
“What!?! No, you didn’t! … Did you?”
“Nah. He doesn’t know I caught him the other day smoking up in the girl’s locker room, and he wasn’t alone.” Damian wiggled his eyebrows and looked incredibly smug at the revelation.
“What were you doing in the girl’s. You know what, never mind. Um… how does this work?”
Damian chuckled at the roo-rats blustering and filled the pipe with water. “Simple concept really, you just…”
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