Illustrated Scene: HSDays White Rabbit Part 3 (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 Chris, and was done by the amazing Cooner

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Chris glanced out of his shower stall nervously as somebody came clip clopping came into the showers, the leopard’s tail twitching as he soaped himself up under the warm water. He saw it was Rob, and jerked his head back behind the curtain before the flustered horse saw him looking. It was stupid, everybody was on edge, and if he accidentally caught an eyeful of somebody’s junk and they were ready to fight, he might get a lot more than he bargained for. But Chris couldn’t help himself, he looked out every time somebody came into the showers, frantically checking to make sure that it wasn’t Kevin coming in after him.

The Dalmatian had basically cornered him out on the soccer field, pretending to ask Chris a question in between plays. The dog had begged the leopard to talk with him, to see him after school so Kevin could explain. Chris had almost said yes, because after what had happened with Sarah he owed the dog an apology. He realized now what a complete asshole he’d by rejecting the dog and asking her out right in front of him, but… the Dalmatian’s worried, nervous eyes had reminded Chris vividly of the night he had pushed Kevin down and made love to the dog.

Fucked the dog, whatever. He’d jammed his dick into the Dalmatian’s ass, it had been fucking amazing, and now it was all he could think about when he jerked off. At least until he’d gotten blown by that hyena, and… Chris huffed, blushing furiously at himself as he stroked his resurgent hardon as the ghost sensation of having a penis in his mouth brought a renewed rush of blood to his groin. The damn thing would just not go down. He was surrounded by a half dozen showering, naked jocks all on a hair trigger, and his damn dick would just not stop getting rock hard.

Chris began panting again, his breath coming in ragged huffs as he washed himself for a third time, hoping to give his erection time to flag enough that nobody would notice it when he slunk off to the fur dryers and back to the locker room to change. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he gay like Kev was? His dick sure seemed to be making that argument, and he hadn’t exactly acquitted himself in a manly fashion with Sarah… god she thought he was gay for sure. But he wasn’t… was he? The leopard’s chest felt tight as for the first time since he’d struck out with Sarah, he was forced to confront what he’d done by his erection. He couldn’t be gay. He couldn’t be. He’d had girlfriends, girls he’d fucked. Okay, only the one time, but still. He was a dude. A jock. He was captain of the soccer team... A team which, apparently, was full of guys who liked to do more than play with balls, since both his best forward and goalie were queer. And he fucked, and he had fucked Kev. Who had sucked off nine other guys and… he had sucked off a guy. He’d had that hyena’s penis in his mouth after just ten minutes and… The leopard growled in frustration as his dick sprang to life again. It would just not go down! And he couldn’t jerk off to make it go down! Not now! Somebody would see, somebody would hear, he…

The sound of footsteps made him look out again, and this time in an effort not to look at their junk he did meet the newcomer’s eyes by accident.

Blake smiled back at him with a sunny expression that brightened when the rabbit pointed looked down, saw the boner the leopard was swinging between his legs, and grinned even wider. “Hey Chris,” The leopard’s eyes widened in fear, jerked his head back, paws furiously washing the soap out of his fur as Blake pointedly took up the stall across from the leopard so he could watch the bigger cat shower.

Chris tried to wash the soap from his fur as if nothing were wrong, but his tail kept twitching, and when he glanced over his shoulder, Blake was standing there under the water, smiling at him. The white rabbit’s wet fur was shiny and slick, and highlighted his lithe athletic body even more than usual, and made his pink erection even easier to see. And the rabbit was definitely sporting an erection, which he started stroking as he met the gaze of the buff leopard across from him. The way the rabbit grinned at him reminded Chris forcibly that the last time he had seen Blake, it had been right after having a dude blow a load across his face.

That alone made sure that the leopard’s erection didn’t flag for even a moment as he hurriedly finished showering, wrapped his towel tightly around his waist so it pressed his erection down against his leg, and hurried off to the fur dryers.

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