Illustrated Scene: HSDays White Rabbit Part 1

Illustrated Scene for December, 2015

Universe: High School Days

1,853 words, and will be part of Chapter 27, tentatively named "Whose afraid of the little white rabbit?" The artwork features Blake and Kyle, and was done by the amazing Cooner

So this is the first of several (possibly four) scenes illustrated by Cooner, featuring Hadenview's most openly gay guy, the troublemaker rabbit Blake. I hope you like it. And if you spot any errors, let me know so I can fix them before this gets included in chapter 27.

This post was brought to you by the amazing Slylemur

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Ping.

“Where are you?”

Blake's eyebrows rose when he saw the text message from DaddyBear, as his phone displayed the bruin’s contact info, and the rabbit typed out a quick reply.

“Sorry handsome, I'm on the school bus already.”

Ping went the rabbit’s phone again.

“When can you skip class?” came the reply.

The white rabbit's ears twitched as the bus made a turn, and he smirked. Not if, but when, huh? Someone is desperate today. The rabbit felt the happy glow he always got when a man lusted after him, and he bounced on the seat as the school bus bounced over some railroad tracks. He wasn't going to skip class; he'd done that a little too much this term, but maybe over lunch...

The rabbit shifted on the bus seat as he thought about how to reply, one leg bouncing as he thought. Maybe a sexy photo? Blake browsed through a folder of sexy nude photos of himself he kept for just this purpose, totally unworried about somebody looking over his shoulder. He had the bus seat to himself, because after all who was going to sit with the only openly queer kid at school. Well, only openly queer kid, the rabbit thought, and his spade tail flicked up as he thought about how many guys at Hadenview he had naked pictures of. For now though, he had to keep his sugar daddy interested, and it would be hot to hookup over lunch and then sit through the rest of his classes with a butt full of cum. His fingers typed a reply and his hole clenched at the thought.

“Meet you for lunch, normal spot. I need more protein in my diet.”

The phone went ping after only a few moments.

“You just want some sausage in your buns.”

Blake smirked, oh right like he was the one who was begging for it. Well, the bear enjoyed pretending that it was the rabbit who was the one who was addicted to sex, which sure okay he totally was, but so the bruin.

Damn right I do, you better fill me up good. Like you did last time.

And then Blake sent the dirty old bear a picture he’d snapped of cum leaking out of his own butt, the white fur on his cheeks painted with a heavy load. Sure, it wasn’t actually the congressman’s jizz leaking out of the rabbit’s hole, but who cared? Not the two big horses who had donated their sperm to the photo in the back of The Tail Underground, that’s for sure.

Blake glanced up as the bus stopped to let people on, and there was a commotion up at the front. The reason was obvious, as the oversized tiger climbed the short stairs and started to push his way down the aisle, brushing past the younger kids who sat towards the front. The rabbit's ears twitched, his brow creasing slightly. Why was Kyle riding the bus? He never rode the bus, he always got a ride from Nick. Their eye didn’t meet, because Kyle made a point of not meeting Blake’s eyes as he pushed all the way to the back of the bus and forced one of the other jocks, who normally owned the back of the bus and took pride in needing a seat to stretch out on, to share their seat with him.

The rest of the way to school, Blake kept glancing back at the tiger, and he barely paid attention to the bear’s angry replies about not sending him pictures, or his horny comments about how much better he was gonna wreck the rabbit’s ass today.

***

Kyle’s tail twitched back and forth as he walked the mostly empty halls of Hadenview, heading towards his locker to grab a few things before heading to his first class. It was much earlier than he normally arrived at school, but the bus that went through his neighborhood had always been an early one. That had been a big perk of having Nick drive him, he could sleep a whole hour longer than the other kids.

The big tiger twitched his tail and glared as a skinny husky in a real hurry to get someone went barreling past him. Normally, Kyle felt like he owned the halls of Hadenview. He was one of the biggest guys in school, one of the most popular jocks, and he hadn’t had to fear anything about going to school besides getting bad grades for years. But today, he felt like he was being hunted. His fur prickled and his whiskers twitched as he scented the air, nervously glancing around to see if anybody was following him. Or more specifically, if Nick was following him

A growl rolled out of Kyle, and he picked up his pace. Why was he being so stupid about this? Okay, so he’d had a fight with the wolf. They were still friends. Right? Fine, so he’d let Nick blow him again, but it didn’t matter. It had been after a workout. Those always got the tiger worked up. Nick would be cool about it. Right? Kyle’s tail lashed back and forth like a whip as he spun the dial on his locker. He really needed to talk to somebody about this. His call with Sarah had been interrupted by her nosey mother before he could tell her why he’d called in the middle of the night, and he hadn’t gotten a hold of her over the weekend. She’d see him tonight though, but that felt like ages from now, he-

Kyle’s anger turned into a high pitched mrowl of surprise when a hand grabbed his ass and squeezed.

There was a flash of heat in his face, and Kyle felt a jolt run right to his groin as the paw groped his left cheek slowly. In that moment of surprise, his shorts were suddenly three sizes too small.

Then the tiger’s flash of arousal gave way to shame, and his face grew truly hot. He snarled, intending to yell at Nick for touching his ass, and nearly leapt out of his fur when he saw Blake was the one standing behind him.

“What the fuck dude!” the tiger hissed, suppressing the urge to shout as his tail bottle brushed. He glanced back and forth, but nobody seemed to have noticed the rabbit copping a feel, and he didn’t want to alert anyone that something was wrong. Kyle began to look for a way out, because the tiger couldn’t think of anything worse than people seeing him and Blake talking in the hallway. “Don’t you ever touch me,” the tiger hissed.

Blake raised his paws defensively, the fingers spread wide “Hey, sorry sugar, didn’t mean to make you jump.” The white rabbit sounded apologetic, but his eyes twinkled. “Saw you on the bus, which you are never on. Just wanted to see if you were alright is all.”

“Alright?” Kyle snarled for real now, the sound rumbling out of him as the sheer incredulity of what the rabbit had said hit him. Half of his problems were because Blake had poured poison into his ear about how his relationship with Nick looked, and now this? The tiger’s hackles rose, his anger boiled, and he nearly hit the rabbit right then, but he forced himself to stop, to back down, mentally forcing his fur to settle back down. There weren’t many people around, but if he hit Blake, people would see, and they would definitely talk. Coach would throw an absolute fit. So in order to keep things from looking weird, the tiger turned back to his locker and growled, “Are you fucking mental, Blake? All you’ve ever done is try to wreck things for me, what do you really want?”

“I told you.” The rabbit leaned up against the lockers next to Kyle’s locker, all the feminine mannerisms gone as he turned the act off for once. “Are you…” the rabbit jabbed a finger at the tiger, but didn’t touch him. “Alright?”

Kyle flashed a bit of fang as he mumbled, “What do you care?”

The rabbit stared at him for a long second, and Kyle felt tightness in his chest as Blake stared at him with hard eyes. The rabbit did not look at all frightened by him as he said, “I don’t exactly have a lot of people to talk about being gay with, if you haven’t noticed. Most of you ‘straight’ guys avoid me, even if you’ll fuck the hell out of me at a party. But I know how nice it would be to have somebody to talk to, and if you and Nick broke up…”

Kyle slammed a book into his locker, grabbing the books he needed for today and shoving them into his bag, “Nick and I aren’t going out.”

“Fine, keep telling yourself that,” The rabbit pushed himself away from the lockers, snorting derisively. “But don’t ever say I didn’t try to be nice, because I could have kept that picture.”

The rabbit stomped away, and for a moment Kyle wondered if he’d actually made Blake mad, or if it were just another act. Like his femmy walk and limp wrist. The tiger zipped up his bag, chewing on a whisker as his tail flicked back and forth. Or was… that macho voice and pose he’d just used on Kyle the act, and the rabbit’s limp wrist and high voice the real Blake? Was Nick gonna act like that now, or did him being gay have nothing to do with how macho he was?

A hand brushed along Kyle’s back, coming to rest on his hip, and this time as the flush of arousal colored his cheeks, the tiger lashed out. “I said don’t touch me-“

***

“Hey dude, wher-” Nick’s words ended in a huff as Kyle hit him in the chest, sending him staggering back a step.

Time seemed to freeze between the two of them. The wolf’s eyes flickered between confusion, hurt, and anger. The punch hadn’t really hurt him, sure it was Kyle throwing it, but he hadn’t put real power behind the hit. It was a brush back punch, meant to push whoever had touched him back.

There was a flash of fear in the tiger’s eyes, and he looked stunned by what he had done. The crowd around them was stunned. Several people had turned when the tiger had snarled, and they had seen Kyle punch him. They were silent for a second before they began to whisper, and the tiger’s face flushed as his ears twitched and swiveled, tracking the people whispering about him. Before Nick could say anything, Kyle slammed his locker closed and stormed away, tail bottle brushed out and lashing, his ears back and his face burning.

Nick stood there open mouthed for a second, and then the wolf’s churning emotions settled on one thing, rage, and he hit the tiger’s locker door so hard that the cheap metal bent under the blow, the door popping open as the wolf stormed off in the other direction, away from his best friend.