A school bell rang and an empty hallway began to fill up with a collection of high school students. They were of all shapes, sizes, and species. A large group of hippo boys huddled around one in their group, and proceeded to give him money in exchange for lewd comic books. A group of gazelle and cheetah cheerleaders passed and had disgusted looks, but otherwise didn't say anything. Passing them was a group of tiger and horse boys that shot some cat calls in their direction. All of them, along with every other student in the school, were going to their lockers to grab their stuff to go home for the day. Among the hustle and bustle of busy bodies going this way and that was a orange furred fox boy. He was about an average height around six foot, and had on a blue and white striped t shirt and pair of plain blue jeans. He wore a pair of matching blue and white chuckers on his feet. He moved to his locker and grabbed his things quickly so as no one would notice and try to make a scene. Unfortunately, somebody noticed and did as such. , "HEY TRES!" "Tres" stopped fumbling with his locker and turned to face the individual, a gazelle boy that was taller than him. , "It's Davey, NIGEL!" he shot back, his look intending to shoot daggers with his eyes. The gazelle sized him up before scoffing at his response. Clearly he didn't think much of Davey. , "Whatever, short pipe." Nigel replied. He proceeded to close the distance between himself and Davey. One he was within three feet, the gazelle leaned against a locker and leered at him. His uniform told anyone looking that the boy was an athlete, and a cocky one at that. , "What do you want?" Davey replied curtly. The gazelle feigned taking offense. , "Now Davey", Nigel began, "Surely you're not gonna turn down a chance to sleep with the only girl in school you'd even remotely have a chance at satisfying?" This remark caused Davey to go from slow simmer to full blown rolling boil. Upon seeing this, Nigel added, "Or, has she already turned you down too?" and then smirked a great big giant douchebag grin. Davey wanted nothing more in that moment than to make a jigsaw puzzle of Nigel's face that a reconstructive surgeon would have a hell of a time piecing together, but that's when one of the school's teachers poked out into the hallway. Davey knew better than to retaliate now; Anything he did, even a threatening remark, would get him in trouble, and Nigel would get off scot free. That was the biggest problem with zero tolerance bullying polices: They worked on line of sight principle, meaning teachers couldn't do anything unless they actually saw it. And if it didn't always work out that the victims were punished far more often than the bullies. Doing his best to ignore the gazelle, Davey opened his locker and went to grab his stuff. A hand pushed his locker shut before he could grab his bookbag. Nigel stepped in and just smugly stared him down. , "I wasn't done talking to you!", he said, doing his best to intimidate, "Don't you want a chance to fuck Minnie?" Davey curled his fingers into a fist and did everything he could to not throw it into the gazelle's face. Nigel just kept smiling his smug smile before deciding he was satisfied in his needling, leaving with the comment, "Nevermind, she'd probably turn you down anyways." Davey redid his combination and grabbed out his bookbag. Slamming the locker door shut, he rested his forehead on the cold sheetmetal box and did his best not to break down into tears right now. Not only had the gazelle managed to get on his nerves, but he also insulted a girl he considered a good friend, and he had failed to defend himself and her in that moment. Someone passing by made a remark about Davey that tipped him over the edge, and Davey made a beeline for the bathroom. The school bathrooms were decorated in ugly tiles and uglier stall walls. Davey stepped into the stall nearest to the end and locked the door. Once he was sure no one was in there, he let out all the tears he'd been holding back. , "How can I be so damn pathetic?" he choked out. If only he didn't have that horrible nickname. Oh, that's right. We never explained the nickname. The bane of Davey's existence. Let us elaborate then: === It started in his first year of middle school. Davey wasn't a popular kid, but he had friends, and even a girl that had a crush on him. The girl was a tigress named Susan, and had a reputation for being a bit of a bully. She was actually interested in him because he was one of the few she actually couldn't bully or intimidate, as hard as she tried. The two had become friends, and because of the girl's impulsive behavior, lovers. One day during the summer before they were to start middle school, Susan had invited Davey over to her house. Her mom and dad were both at work and wouldn't be home for several hours. She explained to him that middle school was usually the time that everyone started to experiment with sex, and she wanted to go in ahead of the curve. Davey was rather nervous about the topic; Like most kids his age, he was told it wasn't something he should think about. Nevertheless, she had convinced him that they should do it and go in having some experience. What followed in the next hour or so was a blur in Davey's mind. Susan and he stripped nude, played with each others privates, and then proceeded to do the deed. He had laid down on the bed, and she got on top and rode him like a hobby horse. He only lasted about a minute or so before the girl's vagina did its job and coaxed a load of semen from his dick. The two rested for a moment before Davey recovered, at which point they agreed to try a different position. This time, Davey was on top and in full control of the next love making session. He lasted longer, and actually got the tigress off before he shot another load into her. They went through this another two times before Davey had to go home. If you're confused as to how Davey getting lucky has ruined his life up to this point, then I should clarify that this was the part of the roller coaster where you're getting ratcheted up to the top of the first hill. The drop came during the first day of school. His first time had happened about a week before school started, and he had been with the tigress two other days before school started. Davey was the sort to never kiss and tell, but the tigress wasn't. The girl regaled her friends with the stories of her first time with Davey. Her friends, feeling that they'd been left behind, naturally were jealous and wanted to even things up. However, instead of going the usual route of starting the rumors of her being a slut and sleeping with any guy that would ask, they took a different approach. A remark the tigress had made about the size of Davey's equipment provided just the inspiration that they needed. When Davey went to Spanish class on his second day, the teacher got them started on numbers, the teacher counted off to three, and a chihuahua boy pointed at him and said, "Like your verga, gringo!", which earned a laugh from several native spanish-speaking students, and an extremely upset look from the teacher. Davey was upset and confused, and even more upset when another boy felt sorry for him and explained that verga was talking about his "short arm". Davey hoped that everyone would forget about the incident after that day, but this incident seemed to be one that would haunt him the rest of his life. Everyone at school called him Tres from that day forward, and the spanish speaking boys referring to him as "Uno que folla ratones", or "one who fucks mice". He wondered what he had done to earn such a moniker, but was quite upset when he learned that it was Susan who was responsible. Davey confronted Susan after school, accusing her of starting a horrible rumor about him. The tigress defended herself, and said she had only told her friends how great it was having her first time with him. When he informed her of his new nickname, she went as white as an orange tiger possibly could. Cursing her so called friends, she tried to apologize to David for their actions, but the damage was done. Davey didn't see Susan for the rest of the year, avoiding her at every possible chance. Later in the school year, Susan's father got a job in another city, and she moved away. === Davey recalled Susan and the day their friendship ended, and had even more waterworks come to him. He hated his nickname, but he hated himself more for how things went between him and Susan. He vowed to find her and apologize for how he had acted that day. He wiped the tears from his eyes and got out of the stall. With backpack in his hand, Davey made his way to his car. The old sedan was on its last legs, and Davey hoped he could find something to replace it with soon. He got in and switched on the ignition. The engine sputtered for a moment before it finally turned over and came to life. Shifting into drive, he pulled out and made his way to work. The drive to his job was uneventful as always. A few turns, a few traffic lights, and he would be pulling into the parking lot. As he drove, Davey reflected on how his life was currently going. He got decent enough grades that he could get into a community college, but he'd have to go to one for at least a year or two before he could try and get into a bigger and more accredited university. He didn't know what he should go to school for, but there were fields he knew he didn't want to get into. The plain white building with the big A came into view as Davey turned a corner. It was Albie's, a department store that had been in the town since long before Davey was born. It had almost every department a store could have: All the clothes for men, women and children, shoes, cosmetics and fragrances, housewares, outdoor and garden, and the toy section. Davey was assigned to outdoor and garden, which he was not particularly fond of. In the spring and summer, it was for patio furniture and planting soil, and the fall and winter were Christmas decorations. Having worked there for the past two years, Davey was certain that one of the circles of Hell was working a retail counter the day after Christmas with an eternity of Karens. After clocking in, Davey fished out his nametag and started his six hour shift. His boss gave him his list of nightly duties and set off for the night. After he was out of sight, Davey made a beeline for the toy section next to his department. He was a big kid at heart, and like all kids, he couldn't help but want to check out toys when he saw them. His personal favorites were the Build-a-Block sets, though most kids were into whatever the cool new toy advertised on TV was. In truth, Davey thought that he might find out how to go about becoming a toy designer for a career. Once Davey had bored of looking at all the block sets, he went back to his counter for an hour of standing around doing nothing. Fortunately, the store manager Mr. Collias was not on staff for the evening, nor was the assistant manager Mrs. Becker. The on staff manager was the cosmetics manager, Mrs. Feuerman, who was fairly laid back and didn't ride on employees too hard if they didn't look like they were constantly doing something every second. That was the one of many things Davey hated about retail - "If you got time to lean, you got time to clean!". After six hours had passed, Davey counted his till, turned in his cash drawer, and punched out. Walking out to his car, he contemplated not going home right away. His mom wasn't super strict about when he got home; Just as long as he was up and ready to go to school. A yawn quickly quashed his thoughts of prowling around town and led him to driving home for the night. On his way home, Davey thought back to earlier today. Nigel was once again needling him about his "short arm" issue. He knew he shouldn't get pissed off about it, but he did. It wasn't really even about Nigel; It was every girl in school almost. Every time since that rumor had come out, he couldn't get a date to save his life. Every time he would try to talk to a girl, they'd wave him of and simply reply, "Get lost, shrimp dick." It hurt so much after the third or fourth time that he decided not to try anymore while he was in high school. It left such a sour taste in his mouth that when girls would ask if he wanted to hang out, he would always assume they were messing with him and he would become very defensive, to the point where girls would avoid him altogether. All except one. Samantha Billingsly started as a freshman last year. The lab girl had a great smile and a nice figure, but the best part about her was her personality. She was always nice to whoever she met, and her positive energy had an effect on everyone around her. When she had asked Davey if he wanted to hang out sometime, he politely turned her down as opposed to his usual accusatory remarks. While she was disappointed, she left open the door to hanging out in the future. Davey had to admit that Samantha's positive energy led to him crushing on the girl in secret. He had a great many fantasies about the girl, and while he had the fantasies of going on dates and making her laugh, he also had the ones of her naked on his bed letting out moans of absolute delight as he ravaged her most private places with his tongue. No one could blame him for that; Practically every guy in school wanted her, and wanted to do things to her. Interestingly enough though, none of the guys in school had actually dated her yet, with most who had asked her out saying that she wasn't ready to start dating. Naturally, this pissed off a few guys that decided to spread rumors that she was a lesbian, which nobody believed for a second. Davey pulled into his driveway and turned the engine off. Getting out, he stopped to look through the front window and see if his mom was still up. While there wasn't any movement, he did see the light from the TV, which meant she was either still awake, or had passed out on the couch. Davey opened the door quietly and stepped in, looking in the living room. Spread out on the couch was his mother, asleep with an empty glass and half empty bottle of Black Label. His mother wasn't an alcoholic, but he knew that she was having a rather bad day when the scotch found its way out of the kitchen cabinet. Anna Jones was quite attractive for her age. Despite being just a bit north of 40, the vixen still kept in good shape. In one lifetime, she was an up and coming model, hoping to get to the top and strut her stuff for the clothing designers of Milan and Paris. Fate, however, had a different hand of cards for her. An evening with a business man in Rio had resulted in a drunken sexual fling, and two months later came the news that her modeling days were over, because that's when she found out that Davey was on his way. Davey grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. Replacing the bottle in the cabinet and the glass in the sink, he covered his mother with a blanket and went to his bedroom. He wondered to himself how life would've been if his mother hadn't had him. His conception and birth effectively ruined her life, even though she wouldn't say that to his face. Anna was a good mother, using her smarts to get into the administrative parts of the modeling business. While she had the know how to become an agent, she also was front seat to the darker decisions. The worst days were when she'd have to send a girl who "couldn't make the cut" to the "skin section", a term for the adult film industry connections in the modeling world. Those were the days when Johnny found his way out of the kitchen. Davey went into the bathroom and jumped in the shower. As he lathered up the soap and rubbed it in, he thought about what he would do tomorrow. He was off work, so he didn't have to rush home right away. That meant he could hang out with some people at the mall closer to the city. Of course, what people were there to hang out with? The last person Davey felt cool to hang out with moved two years ago. Hopefully he wouldn't see anyone he knew if he did go to the mall. Once he had rinsed completely, he got out, toweled off, and went to his room. The fox boy's room was what you'd expect from a teenage boy: Posters of cars, video games, and women adorned the walls. In a corner sat a six string electric guitar and an amplifier, with a synth keyboard behind them. Another corner had a desk with a laptop sitting closed on it, and the last corner was his bed, the sheers neatly made from after he got up in the morning. The one feature not common to all bedrooms that Davey had was a door that opened to reveal a balcony for him to sit out on. Davey grabbed a pair of briefs and some sweatpants and walked out onto the balcony. It had a decent view of the neighborhood, where he could see into the windows of a few houses. He also got a nice view of the night sky, being for enough away from the city to not suffer from light pollution. He would often look up at the stars when he couldn't sleep. It was his only hobby besides messing around with his guitar and synth. As he watched the night sky, Davey took notice to a white streak briefly passing overhead. He looked at it for a second before he registered what it was. Earlier on in his science class, he'd remembered his teacher saying that there would be a meteor shower tonight, and asked everyone to watch for the falling stars. He continued watching until he remembered something his grandmother had told him when she was still alive: Make a wish on a shooting star, and it will come true. Davey laughed at the suggestion, both then and now, but his grandmother had been serious about the comment. Davey noticed a second streak and thought ,"What the hell? Not like things can get worse, right?" Davey closed his eyes and thought about what wish to make. A million bucks? A supercar? A beautiful woman with an overly sensitive vagina? He had to laugh at that last one, which gave him his idea. , "I want a big dick." he finally said out loud. A moment or two passed, and then he began to laugh. The only way he was going to get a big dick was if the gay stallion Ernesto raped him in gym class, and Davey was sure that wouldn't happen. Still though, there was some sentiment to what he said. , "I just want to be big enough that I can make any woman I'm with happy." Davey decided he'd made his wish and would see just how wrong his grandmother actually was. He turned around and went back inside, moving the covers and jumping into bed. He allowed sleep to overtake him for the night. As he slept, the meteor shower outside continued, and one star had left a bright, rainbow-colored trail in its wake.