Illustrated Scene: HSDays White Rabbit Part 2 (Patreon)

Universe: High School Days

1,147 words, and will be part of Chapter 27, tentatively named "Whose afraid of the little white rabbit?" The artwork features Blake and Rob, and was done by the amazing Cooner

Remember that these scenes are somewhat disconnected, and there is likely going to be additional story between them in the final chapter.

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Blake paused for a moment, paw on the door handle. No matter how many times he did this, he always found himself nervous when he got to the door if it was closed. It was stupid; he was fine just going in if somebody else opened the door first, because then he could just follow them in unnoticed. He always made a point of just being part of the crowd. But he’d timed things wrong today, finishing his routine on the parallel bars after the bell rang, and so it was him in the hallway now, and he had to open the door and… well. He knew it was stupid.

The rabbit took a deep breath, fixed his ears and tail into place, and pulled the locker room door open, walking in with his ears up and his tail neutral, as if nothing were wrong. Several people glanced up at his entrance, and then they hurriedly looked away. The locker room felt jump today, as if everybody was expecting a fight, and the reason was easy to see.

Nick wasn’t changing next to Kyle. He’d taken up a spot right by Coach Townsend, and was talking to the other wolf as he changed out of his football pads. He was pointedly ignoring his best friend. Practice must have gone pretty badly, because the rest of the football team had equally angry looks on their faces. The normally jovial jocks looked ready for a fight, and were stomping around the locker room as if they’d just lost the state championships. All of them were avoiding Kyle, who looked mad enough that Blake was sure the big tiger was going to bite somebody if they so much as jostled him today.

Eager not to make the tiger even madder than he already was, Blake hurriedly grabbed his things out of his locker and made his way into a row of lockers which was reserved for another gym period, hoping to change out of sight of the tiger and the fuming football team.

The row was not; as he’d expected it to be, empty. Apparently, Rob had decided that being out of sight meant being out of mind as well. The palomino horse was in the middle of changing at the end of the row, where he was well hidden from the rest of the locker room. The horse’s expression as Blake set down his bag and pulled off his gymnastics outfit made walking on egg shells all day totally worth it. The equine glanced at Blake, then hurriedly put his nose down, determined not to look at the rabbit at all. He danced on his hooves, big hands shaking as his ears flicked back and forth, listening to the angry mutterings from the football team as he pulled off his football pads.

Once he got the bulky pads off of course, the footballer was left with a dilemma. If the horse pulled the rest of his gear all the way off, he’d expose his ass to the rabbit. And Blake could see that Rob did not want to do that. Oh no, he wanted to do anything but flash his ass to a queer right now, with a veritable hornets nest of angry jocks just around the corner, so instead he sort of half turned, giving the rabbit just a side view of his junk as he pulled everything but his jock strap off. He glanced at Blake a couple of times as he did this, and the rabbit wanted to laugh at how the horse would look at his ass in secret, but when the rabbit met his gaze he made a big show at being disgusted.

The horse was really putting on a show. He snorted and flashed the rabbit angry looks, as if at any moment the whole football team was going to come into this unused row of lockers and see then standing near each other, and Rob was gonna make sure that they knew he didn’t hang out with no queer. It was insulting really, given how every time the rabbit looked away and then looked back, Rob was checking him out. Really though, Blake didn’t care. He’d dealt with worse from other jocks that freaked out after they blew their load. He could ignore the dramatics and angry snorts in between the longing looks at his underwear. Most guys like Rob came around after a while. That’s why he hardly went a day without giving a blowjob to somebody after all.

Blake’s muzzle twitched in a half frown as the horse intentionally pushed the rabbit’s bag to the ground during one of his little ‘I wasn’t looking at your ass fag, don’t look at me’ tantrums.

Well then, if he wanted it that way.

Before the horse could wrap the towel around himself and run off to the showers, Blake calmly straightened his back, stepped towards the palomino, and grabbed the horse by the balls.

Rob jumped as good as Kyle had earlier, prancing backwards until he bumped into the wall of lockers. Pressed into a corner, he began to snort in fear, knees shaking as Blake’s paw cupped and rubbed his nuts. Blake met Rob’s eyes, and the horse looked ready to scream, though he wisely kept his mouth shut.

“Don’t mess with me, pony boy.” Blake said with honey sweet words that only the horse could hear. “Everybody knows I’m a queer. And unless you want your fellow jocks to know you are too, you should be a little nicer to me. Especially since you obviously want me to blow you again.” The rabbit’s paw rubbed up the horse’s bulging jock strap, where it cupped the equine’s rapidly expanding penis. The horse’s jock filled rapidly as Rob popped one hell of a boner in Blake’s paw, and the horse was in serious risk of a blowout.

“Don’t… don’t touch me man,” Rob whickered, sliding along the lockers to get away from the bunny.

“Sure, as soon as you can tell me that without popping a boner. Now run along stud, unless you want me to join you in the showers and take care of this for you,” the rabbit said as he stroked the horse’s dick. Rob gave a shudder, closed his eyes, and then rapidly shook his head. Then he turned and clip clopped off to the showers, furiously hiding his raging boner with his towel.

Blake had to suppress a laugh, and finished getting undressed with a smile on his face. He would have to give the horse at least some time to shower before he headed in there himself. He didn’t want to scare the horse off, and that little moment of hesitation on Rob’s part was a clear sign that he would be coming back to Blake for a little help.

Just like all the others had.