High School Days Ch 29 Scene 4: Alan's Night Out

Hey guys! I'm writing to you all as I leave MWFF, and if you were at the con too i hope you enjoyed it! If not, I hope you enjoy this next little scene. Alan and JD are heading out to the Mystic Brew club for the band tryouts. Lets see how things go...

Scene #1 for July, 2017 Universe: High School Days

Tags: Rat, Hyena

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High School Days Ch 29 Scene 4: Alan's Night Out

Illustration by KaputOtter

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Alan’s tail flicked as he followed JD into the dark interior of Mystic Brew, the back door of the club swinging closed behind them with a bang. For a moment the big hyena was lost into the darkness until Alan’s eyes soon adjusted, and by then the leather clad hyena was already rounding a corner, heading deeper into the club. The rat hurried to keep up, following JD as the hyena strode though the backstage area of the club as if he knew the place well, and the gray furred rat stuck close to his tail. Alan didn’t want to get lost back here, he was used to coming in the front doors, being harassed by the door guards checking ID, and told sternly that he shouldn’t even think about trying to buy booze from the ‘baristas’.

Mystic Brew’s coffee artists were really more like barkeeps who were coffee snobs, given how much liquor went into some of their specialty brews, but the club was open to eighteen and up during the week in order to keep business up. The club had a real stage, and was big enough to host small concerts, and small time trappers or punk artists would play there almost every weekend, but the management wanted customers during the week too, and so catered to a more hipster, student friendly crowd during the week. Somebody was playing on stage now, and Alan could hear the drummer pounding out one hell of a solo.

“Hey, is… is that somebody doing a tryout?” Alan asked the hyena, keeping his voice down because he didn’t want his words to carry to the stage accidently, since he had no idea where they were in the building.

JD stopped and turned back to the rat. He was still wearing his motorcycle leathers, which brushed against Alan’s leather coat as the hyena leaned down, talking right into Alan’s ear. “Yah, it should be. Some of the Dogs are here to listen to what you hopefuls can do. They’re pretty good too, don’t you think? You’ll have some competition to be base guitar, I’m guessing.” Alan’s ears flicked and his tail curled a little, but his sudden spike of worry was cut short by JD’s paw touching his belly.

At first, the rat had thought JD was standing so close because he keep his voice low, but now his real reason was obvious. As the hyena’s paw brushed up Alan’s belly to his chest, the rat realized JD had led them into a shadowy corridor behind the stage somewhere, where it would be hard for anyone to see what the hyena was doing with his paws. The hyena’s grin flashed in the dim light as Alan’s eyes widened. “Don’t worry, handsome. You got what it takes. Good thing you dressed nice today though, right?” and the rat had to suppress a squeak when the hyena’s fingers pinched his nipple through the tight fitting shirt he wore under his leather jacket.

Alan stepped back and bumped into a wall, looked around frantically to see if anybody had seen that, but nobody back here cared what they were doing. The few people he could see were moving through the gloomy back stage with a sense of purpose, on missions to fix something or get something. Nobody cared if there was some light groping happening in the shadows. This was a club; of course the two people in the dimly lit alcove were feeling each other up.

“Something wrong, handsome?” JD said, his muzzle bobbing closer in the shadows. “I felt those paws of yours going lower than was strictly necessary on our ride here.” Alan wanted to protest, he actually hadn’t been groping the hyena, but now…

Alan’s paws touched the hyena’s chest, sliding up under his open leather coat to rub at the thin cotton over the hyena’s fur. The two of them were so close to each other in the dark hallway, as out on the stage, the drum solo ended and Shane began to sing, his voice distorted and muffled by the walls. Alan blushed, brushing his hair back behind an ear nervously as the song played as the big hyena leaned against him. Shane was singing a power ballad, a love song for rock and roll. It was one of Alan’s songs, and while the drums had been live and it sounded like Shane was really signing, the other tracks were prerecorded. JD certainly was not on stage spinning the electronic sections. No, the hyena’s paws were instead brushing up Alan’s chest as his broad muzzle rubbed against the rat’s thin cheek, and then brushing his lips against Alan’s, who opened his mouth to say something to get out of this, to object, to-

JD’s lips were suddenly on his own, and Alan felt his stomach do a flip. It was like before, when the hyena had cornered him in the kitchen and kissed him, only now they were both wearing a lot more clothes. The kiss was no less passionate though. JD’s lips pushed against Alan’s, caressing the rat’s mouth slowly as his big paws pushed him against the wall. Not hard, just firmly, holding the rat up against the wall in an embrace as they kissed each other slowly.

Alan kissed the big hyena, paws clutching at his chest, and JD leaned into their kiss, tongue pushing into Alan’s muzzle deeply. That went on for a long, slow minutes, Shane’s voice ringing through the shadows for a long time, before the rat turned his head, breaking the kiss. JD pulled his head back, and when Alan pushed JD away a little, the hyena’s grin widened as he stepped back. “Still playing hard to get?”

“Ma-maybe,” Alan muttered, straightening up and adjusting his jacket. Despite the embarrassed flush he felt, Alan forced himself to meet JD’s eyes. “Maybe I want to focus on getting into your band first, rather than your pants.”

The hyena flicked an ear and cocked his head, grinning broadly, “Right you are. Come on then,” and the hyena turned with smirk, tail swishing as he resumed leading Alan through the club’s back hallways.

The rat let out a sigh of relief, adjusted his pants so his dick wouldn’t show, and scurried after the big hyena, staying close despite how embarrassed he felt.