High School of Clichés: Halloween Madness Part 2
By: Domus Vocis
At last Halloween came, and rowdy pranksters already left their mark on Greenville. Hunter witnessed this walking from school and past the town’s neighborhoods. Toilet paper flung over some houses like jungle vines, several painted in egg yolks, and in Hunter’s next door neighbor’s case, her mailbox was stolen.
“Those Kageville scoundrels must be responsible for this!” Mrs. Burgess ranted as the German shepherd paused by her unkempt sidewalk. “It-It must be that ‘doobsteep’ the city kids are into! That’s it, it’s the devil’s music!”
“Don’t you mean ‘dubstep’?” Holden asked with a folded ear. He instantly regretted saying that as the old she-wolf smacked his leg with her cane. “Ow!”
“Respect your elders, Mr. Thurman!” she scolded while pointing a claw at Hunter. Mrs. Burgess was known to be very cranky in the morning, and the shepherd teenager desperately thought up excuses to get away from her vengeful wrath. “You’re no different than those damned skateboardin’ punks every morning, the ones who make noise and play that awful foreign music.”
“Oh look at the time, I gotta go! Bye!” Hunter hastily ran for it and ignored Mrs. Burgess’ protests for him to stop. “Sorry, I’m gonna be late, Mrs. Burgess!” The last time he got a lecture from the old lady was when he was seven, and he couldn’t get away from almost an hour.
The day dragged on further with Holden, Hunter and Jason smirking back and forth between classes. They had it all planned out so far, and could not wait until the final bell rang and Halloween came.
Following a tedious time skip, Hunter and Holden waited outside the school’s parking lot for the Saturn Outlook to pick them up. After getting in, our main couple texted their parents they’d be out to see a movie and then party with a few friends. It turned out, Jason hadn’t singled Hunter and Holden out at this revenge scheme. The other passengers included a talkative hyena with an explosive personality (who served as the team’s wide receiver) actually called ‘Spud’. Even without the commanding voice of Coach Sampson nearby, Spud didn’t seem bothered by Hunter’s LGBT-ness or Holden, which often made him wonder why. Still, the German shepherd was glad Jason invited him along for the revenge ride to Rukisburg.
Sadly, Hunter wanted to kick the living shit out of the tiger for inviting…
“Oh why did they have to put a stink bomb of all things into the gym, Hunter?” Angela Preacher asked, hugging the shepherd teen’s arm like a plushie. Like everyone else, she wore a sweatshirt in the cold, autumn weather, though hers was pink with a black heart on her chest. “I mean, they think just because we beat them fair and square, they can turn our gym into the uncool bathroom. You know, the one the geeks and poor people use by the science lab? OMG, speaking of nerds, this one snot-nosed loser was looking at me with a toothy smile and…”
In the cramped Saturn Outlook, Jason drove past Greenville’s city limits while Holden took shotgun, unfortunately leaving—
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Angela growled. “Do not interrupt me, buster! I’m telling Hunty here an interesting story, so bug off.” …um, excuse me? I’m the narrator
! It’s my job to talk about the narration
of this story, so you shouldn’t be the one interrupting me. “Can you wait just a minute? I’m telling Hunter here about my heat cycle.” What?
Hunter gawked mentally. Get going with the plot already!
—leaving Hunter stuck in the middle alongside Angela and Spud. Soon as Jason turned onto the road that led to Greenville’s neighboring county, Hunter noticed Angela’s questioning eyes linger at Holden.
In return, Holden meekly waved with that cute smile of his. “Hi.”
Angela raised an eyebrow, a look of disgust/confusion on her face. “Who might you be?” she asked with brutal honesty. “And what’s that hideous thing you’re wearing?”
“Oh this?” he pulled at the vest. Neon with the colors of Halloween and March, it looked like a Monet threw up on some random Van Gough. “Doesn’t it look so tacky?” Holden chuckled, and Holden couldn’t help but wonder what the fox was thinking of speaking with Angela Preacher
“I’m Holden Brewin,” he said, “I’m a…friend of sorts with Hunter here.” With that, Hunter willed himself not to think about all the making out they’d done, lest he get an instant boner.
Thankfully, Angela was distracted. “Say, aren’t you one of the fag kids who hang with the losers club at that one disgusting table?” she asked him.
While Hunter’s fur bristled, Jason stiffly drove and Spud paused at what was said, Holden innocently shrugged. “I’d prefer calling them the ‘alternative popular clique’,” he replied, “to quote the current administration.”
As Spud and Jason chortled at the political joke, Angela’s disgust became clearer. “Why is he here, Hunty?” she asked the German shepherd.
“I wanted to bring him with, Angela,” Hunter spoke honestly. “Is there a problem with bringing more people to help out?”
Hiding her grimace, the golden she-wolf shook her muzzle. “Nope!” she lied. “The more the merrier, if it means getting back at those Reapers for that stupid prank they pulled. I mean, the Bible says ‘an eye for an eye’, so a prank for a prank.”
Holden cleared his throat. “Actually, Angela, that phrase came from the Mesopotamian king Hammurabi,” he corrected her, “not the Bible.”
Hearing the fox’s retort, the golden she-wolf frowned. “You know what does come from the Bible, f—”
“Did anyone ever mention how beautiful you look, Angela?” Hunter blurted, attempting to divert her attention away. He looked from her expensive shoes to the jewelry-encrusted necklace on her neck.
“I mean, those jeans, that sweatshirt, that necklace.”
“Oh, I’ve been waiting for you to mention it!” she giggled. “So, here’s how…” From there, the golden she-wolf gossiped on bad clothes her ‘besties’ wore last week to even—yes—her heat cycle, much to Hunter’s chagrin and Spud’s eager delight.
The entire time, Hunter either tried squirming from Angela or turned to Holden (who gave sympathetic smiles in the mirror) up front. In the end all the German shepherd could do was look at her beautiful, stuck-up smile, and the changing scenery outside the car. With the tiger jock in the driver’s seat, Jason focused on the dark road ahead of them as soft country played on the radio.
“She ain’t your typical preacher’s daughter
,” it sang, “She’ll leave ya dreamin’ yeah there ain’t no doubt. There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes, she’s a—
“Subtle reverence there,” Hunter spoke sarcastically. “How far until Rukisburg, Jason?”
“Forty-five minutes or so,” he began, “but we’re gonna visit the next EZ-Mart and get our supplies. Angela, ya brought the money we’ll need?”
“Of course I did, Jason!” she called. She let go of Hunter’s arm (much to his relief), and squealed with delight, giving everyone fifty dollars each from her purse. “Ooooh, this is so exciting! We’re gonna be breaking the law and trashing those stupid Reaper’s school! Are you excited, Hunty?” Before he could say a thing, Angela clung back onto his arm. “So what’s the plan, Jason?
The Bengal tiger looked at each of them through the front-view mirror. “I’ll buy the toilet paper,” he began, “Spud’ll get the plastic forks, Hunter will get us a few dozen eggs, and Holden will get us some Halloween masks. Angela, you get us some paw warmers. It’s freezing out.”
“Can we get some snacks too?” Holden asked, smirking quickly to Hunter. “I was told there’d be free food.”
“Mind getting some for me too, man?” Spud asked the lithe fox. “I’ll pay for half of it.”
“Me too!” Jason mewed. “It’s been so long since I’d gone out to eat.” The tiger coughed and flicked his ears in disgust. “Tonight my mom made her special ‘veggie meatloaf’ again, and I need some real food!”
Hunter smiled to the fox. “Count me in!” he barked.
“As long as it isn’t too fatty, Harold,” Angela spoke up, still clinging onto Hunter’s arm.
“He’s Holden,” Jason told her while turning the Outlook down a road. As the golden she-wolf scoffed, everyone turned their attention to the sun descending on the horizon, followed by a car full of trick-or-treaters passing by the Outlook. “Welp, it’s officially Halloween Night, guys!”
Minutes later led to the latest exit showcasing a certain superstore for our gang. Parking in the EZ-Mart’s open lot, everyone agreed to split up and meet after getting the supplies. That also meant having to pull from the golden she-wolf’s grasp for Hunter, which Angela did with reluctance.
Seeing how clingy she was becoming, Hunter couldn’t believe what he and Holden got themselves into.
“Or rather what you wrote us into,” he mumbled under his breath. The moment he stepped out of the Outlook and Angela began trotting to the EZ-Mart’s sliding doors, he hissed over to Jason, “Why the fuck did you bring Angela effing Preacher?!”
The tiger held his paws up in defense. “She-She didn’t go away when I told her to, Hunter!” he whispered hastily. “And it’s just for tonight. I’m sorry, it’s not like she’ll-”
Holden suddenly appeared beside them. “She bribed ya didn’t she?” he asked, an amused grin on his muzzle.
The tiger, silently blushing, locked the Outlook. “Yep,” Jason nodded.
Spud laughed and patted his back. “I don’t blame ya, man!” he cackled. “I mean, have ya seen the ass on her?”
“With what?” Hunter asked as they all walked inside. “Sex? One of her silk bras? Because that’d be low even by your standards.”
The tiger grimaced. “She said she’d give us the money for tonight, jackass.”
Beside Hunter, Holden shrugged. “Okay, ya have to admit that’s fair enough, guys.” They all agreed.
Walking inside, everyone split off and acted like casual late-night shoppers. As Hunter headed towards the grocery section, EZ-Mart employees wandered around in dazed states, either with muzzles low, tails drooped to the ground or footpaws dragging along the tiled floors. If it weren’t for their clean-cut uniforms and plastered smiles, the German shepherd would swear their zombie mannerisms were part of a Halloween-themes sale tactic.
“Enough of the social commentary,” Hunter groaned while passing by the clothing section. “We need to get going before Angela takes desperate measures on getting me.” His suspicions were correct as he spotted Angela in the women’s clothing section, flashing him a smile with a pink thong in her paw.
Moments later, the German shepherd hurriedly pushed a shopping cart of several egg cartons to the checkout lines, groaning at how long lines were. For being such a large store, EZ-Mart does like to have as few registers open as possible
, Hunter thought, slightly annoyed. You’re telling me.
It didn’t help either as Angela got in another open line—one thankfully at the other end of the store—with the paw warmers in her cart (along with some perfume and clothes, including the thong), and the golden she-wolf fluttered her eyes at him from across the lanes. As he waited in a long line for the register, Hunter was surprised when a familiar scent caught his nose.
“I’ll give her credit. Angela’s…persistent,” Holden whispered with a grin.
Flinching slight while turning to the shorter canine, Hunter groaned. “What are ya doing here?” he asked, quickly rewording what he just said with, “I mean, I thought we were supposed to be…split up.”
Holden smirked. “Nice save there,” the fox chuckled, leaning against his cart. Inside rested several masks, some for longer muzzles and others short, along with some food and snacks for their voyage. To further surprise the German shepherd, Holden stepped aside the cart and subtly linked his right paw with Hunter’s left paw, whispering, “So how are you handling tonight so far, sweetie?”
Eyes turning to the tired, indifferent customers, Hunter simply shrugged when they didn’t even look. “Um, I’m surviving,” he whispered and squeezed back with his paw. “Sorry to drag you into this, Holden. Jason didn’t have a choice with bringing her along, and…ugh.”
Holden flicked his ears. “How long has she been chasing you again?”
“She’s had a crush on me since the middle of freshman year, and openly after me since I was a sophomore,” the shepherd teen said quietly to the fox. “I was just a tall, dumb jock and she was the preppy cheerleader who liked playing hard to get.” Hunter sighed. “Wonder what she’ll do when she goes to college?” He saw Holden raise an eyebrow. “Oh, she turned eighteen this summer. Angela may look younger, but she’s actually a year older than me.”
Slightly surprised, Holden casually pulled his phone out and texted something with his free paw. Hunter couldn’t see what he was typing with his nimble, manicured paws, until the German shepherd felt a buzzing noise in his pocket.
The text read, “Didn’t know ur into older women
Rolling his eyes as Holden kept his laughter to a blushing chuckle, Hunter replied, “Haha, really funny. Look, the last thing I want is you and Angela fighting over me tonight, or you to get hurt.”
“Hey, forget about it,” Holden reassured the German shepherd. “I’m more worried about you, and what’ll happen when...if tonight causes some trouble.”
Smirking softly down to Holden, Hunter couldn’t help but wag his tail at the fox’s ankles. “Well, our secret won’t be safe forever,” he looked to the moving line, and whispered in the fox’s ear, “I’ll try and let her down easy. Maybe tell her I’m…about us, after tonight. I mean…you’re a part of my life so far. I shouldn’t be with her because she’s demanding we be together. I…already am with…someone.” Wow, even I’m impressed by your maturity. “Let me have my moment, okay?” Fine.
Widening his dreamy eyes, Holden softly smiled and wagged his vulpine tail. “That’s so…nice of you to do,” he said, pecking his soon-to-be-not-so-secret-boyfriend’s cheek. “But by ‘trouble’, I was referring to the school, Hunter.”
Hunter’s ears immediately perked. “Huh—”
“Hey?” the cashier, a middle-aged raccoon with graying fur and lifeless eyes, asked in monotone. “Are you two buying together or what?”
Pulling their paws apart, Hunter croaked, “No, we’re buying separately,” he spoke up, turning to see Holden’s tail wagging and his own cheeks blushing.
Back in the parked Outlook, Holden happily gave everyone their respective snacks, some processed, tasty meals from the EZ-Mart deli (fried chicken, tater tots and potato salad mixed with bacon bits) as well as Halloween-themed chips everyone munched on like kids on their first outing. To top it all off, Hunter actually convinced Angela to take the shotgun seat, leaving the German shepherd between Spud to his right and Holden to his left in the back seat.
“So…” Holden munched between bites, “I hadn’t been aware we had such a rivalry with Rukisburg until junior year started. Mind telling me,” the lithe fox licked potato salad off his nose, “what’s Rukisburg like? It’s been years and I’ve never been there.” Everyone stared at him. “What? I haven’t been back here in years, and with the new school year local politics hasn’t been my thing.”
“What? You’ve seriously never been to Rukisburg?” Angela asked, looking to Hunter beside the fox. “He’s kidding, right Hunty?”
Hunter meekly shrugged and stared at Holden. “You seriously don’t know much about Rukisburg do you?” he asked the fox. When Holden raised a confused eyebrow, the German shepherd chuckled.
“Anybody mind telling him what’s going on there?”
Spud took a quick drink of his Munster soda. “Rukisburg ain’t like Greenville, kid,” he explained to the fox. “Not long after ya left several years ago, some big-shot chick in Rukisburg became mayor and began bashing at neighboring towns for their ‘sinful behavior’ and calling us a ‘sewer’. She even convinced the entire town council to pass local laws that ban everything à la Footloose-style.”
Hearing that caused Holden to choke on his chicken. Hunter quickly patted the fox’s back until he managed to swallow it down and cough. “Ugh, thank ya Hunter,” Holden said with a smile.
Hunter nodded. “No problem,” he replied, blushing lightly as the fox’s tail tickled his back.
“Anyways,” Spud continued between chews, “She’s a lioness named Karen Bauer, and she isn’t a pushover. Ever since she’s been elected, Mayor Buzzkill’s been making sure anyone in her own high school is as miserable as possible. She’s uber-conservative, and knows all the big families there. I hear she’s even thinking about passing new laws banning bringing laptops to school, giving them your phones before school to get ‘em back afterward; even anime merchandise ain’t safe.”
Hunter and Holden gasped. “The monster!” they huffed, followed by the fox asking, “So Rukisburg is basically the Ted Cruz of central Wisconsin then?” He licked up the last of his potato salad.
“Yep,” Jason added while finishing his meal as well, “and much more. I hear they have no prom, a strict dress code for the high school, and no PDA on any grounds between guys and girls. Curfews even go until 9:00 for everyone under eighteen.”
The fox blinked beside Hunter, who didn’t flinch at this. “Wow, and we’re this close to…wait,” Holden paused and looked to his watch. “It’s 6:33 already. Shouldn’t we hurry? Wouldn’t wanna break their curfew, would we?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jason chimed in, gathering everyone’s trash. “It’s only half an hour away until we reach city limits to Rukisburg.” He chuckled before tossing the deli wrappers into a nearby trashcan beside the car. “We should get going though and scope the area around the school to strike.”
“Won’t we stick out like sore thumbs though?” Holden asked Jason and Hunter.
The German shepherd grinned. “That’s why you brought the masks for tonight,” he chuckled while patting the fox’s slender shoulders.
“Correct,” Jason pointed to the mirror. “Rukisburg may be a town fulla quirky, religious nuts, but even some of them celebrate Halloween. Not all, but some.”
The devilish smile on Holden’s muzzle lit up. “Ahhh, I get you!” he giggled.
“So when are we going then?” Spud moaned. “As much as I love our talks, I gotta agree with the fox and get tonight going.”
Jason nodded and grinned. “Okay, I’ll get us going then,” he sighed.
“Oh yeah! Quick question, Jason?” Spud asked as Jason turned the Outlook back on. “Why didn’t Duke come on the ride anyway? I think he’d wanna chance to get revenge on the Reapers, right?”
The Bengal tiger shrugged while the car roared back to life. “Something about stealing some old lady’s mailbox last night. I dunno…” As they drove off, Hunter felt a vague sliver of déjà vu on
The closer they got to the town, the more Hunter grew excited with tonight’s scheme. Unlike the forests surrounding Greenville, Rukisburg was surrounded by tall cornfields and farmland. And unlike Greenville, the local kids of Rukisburg certainly didn’t have much to do. Roughly the same size as its rival town yet denser in population by a few thousand, Rukisburg comprised of one auto repair shop, two family diners east and west, a motel called ‘The Rukisburg Motel’, the town hall/fire department/police station/mayor’s home in the middle of its large suburb, a gas station that also serves as the local pub during nighttime, two small grocery stores called ‘Little Lamb’ and ‘Pick or Save’, one mini-mall along main street, and, I kid you not, the local church called—
“‘Our Lady of Perpetual Guilt’,” Holden read the passing sign, “‘You have one new friend request from Heaven. Confirm? Deny? Don’t wait!’” The teenage fox turned to Hunter. “Really?”
Holden raised an eyebrow higher. “Really???”
Hunter nodded, sighing. “Yes…”
This caused Holden to sigh too. “This is more embarrassing than the presidential election.” Ouch, another political joke.
It was already a quarter past seven and Hunter felt even more cramped inside the Outlook. For several minutes Jason idly passed different homes either giving candy away or pretending to be empty. Such a pity in Hunter’s opinion, since he couldn’t imagine a childhood without trick-or-treating.
Still, the shepherd teen admitted some costumes were neat, like this one preteen tiger carrying an overly-designed spaceship. Another was one bobcat cub who wore Native-American dressing and braided hair, one of her paws clutching a bow and arrow and the other with a bag full of candy.
“I’m Pocahontas! I’m Pocahontas!” she giggled, waving to the passing car.
Everyone chuckled at the cub’s antics and waved back, her parent dragging her off to the next house. “I would’ve gone for Shivah,” Holden muttered to Hunter beside him. The German shepherd didn’t get it at first, until he remembered what the town’s name was.
“Oh well, tonight we’ll be having our own trick to play,” Angela spoke up with devilish intent and a wagging tail. Then, she turned to lean over the seat, beaming at Hunter. “Won’t it be a real treat, Hunty?”
The German shepherd feigned by mirroring her smile. “Yeah…”God in Heaven please make this night end soon, he prayed. Sorry I cannot do that at just 3,400 words so far. Shut up and get the damn plot going already!
Then there was the Rukisburg Public School for Secondary Education, a hodge-podge of a combined middle and high school inside a painted concrete box. It happened to rest out in the middle of suburbia. The plan for tonight involved the classical use of egging at the windows, toilet paper on the school trees and plastic forks embedded into the school’s grassy lawn.
“Don’t forget to get their football field too,” Spud explained while Jason carefully passed through the dark street. The time was now almost eight, and the Outlook had just a couple of blocks to go.
“Alright, we’ll go out one at a time and do our tasks. If things go AWOL, text and run.”
All five of them agreed and grabbed their masks. For himself, Holden got a Japanese kitsune mask (get it?) that perfectly fit his snout, while Hunter went for an Edward Hyde mask over his muzzle.
Jason grabbed Frankenstein and set it aside while tediously driving closer to their destination, followed by Spud happily taking a zombie mask.
“Oh, come on. Why did I have to get the stupid Dracula mask?” Angela complained. “Hayden, why didn’t you get me something cooler?”
“Heh, nice choice there,” Hunter muttered with an amused smile.
You’re welcome, now here comes a plot twist in three…two…one…
Jason abruptly stopped the car. “Hey guys!” he pointed. Hunter and Holden blinked and looked out the windshield to their right, while Spud and Angela stared out their windows. “Check it out.”
It was the Rukisburg Public School for Secondary Education, but covered head-to-footpaws with moonlit toilet paper, from the columns of the school’s entrance to the trees to the bushes and even the flagpole became a maypole of toilet paper.
The Outlook inched beside the school’s entrance to gaze at what lay before them. Underneath a layer of dew and cold autumn air, it wasn’t just the toilet paper or rotten eggs all over the ground. The text on the school’s outdoor letter board had been changed, the bright sign reading,
“‘Happy Analween, Students!’” Angela read, “‘Erections Two Weeks Away!’”
“Okay, that’s creative…” Holden said, peering across Hunter’s warm lap. Then with widened eyes, the fox’s tail flicked while looked at everyone. “Come on then, let’s go see how much masterwork they’ve done here.”
“Somebody has to guard the car,” Jason stated. “Not it!”
Hunter lost and was forced to stay. “I’ll stay too, Hunty,” chirped Angela like a robin. “I’ll stay with Hunty and be lookout, boys. Okay?” Before he could protest, everyone grabbed their masks and hurried out.
Before Holden jumped out the door, he grabbed his phone and put its flashlight on, temporarily blinding Hunter beside him. “Oh, sorry sweetie!” he said, quickly adding, “I’m such a silly klutz, and that mask is hard to look through.”
Hunter chuckled lightly. “That’s okay, take mine then,” the shepherd teen replied. He tossed his Edward Hyde to Holden, who wagged his tail with a smile and bolted around the Outlook.
“Hehehehe. Whoever thought of that shit on the sign deserves a Pulitzer,” Jason chuckled while wagging his tail. “Even I couldn’t’ve thought of these, and I’m one for making terrible puns.” He laughed and wheezed through his mask, jumping from the driver’s seat as Hunter climbed in his place. Keys left in place too. “If anything comes, honk!”
“Aye aye, Captain!” Hunter mock-saluted.
The Outlook became quiet as three figures ran across the littered school grounds, leaving the German shepherd alone in the barely-lit car. Well, almost.
"Screw you," Hunter grumbled, "and all the readers who just want to read porn."
“Oh, this is so daring, Hunty!” Angela squealed beside him. She leaned from her seat and gleefully pulled the larger canine into a side-hug. “I mean, someone beat us to it, but we’re sneaking around like criminals! Oh, we could even get in trouble with the law!”
“Ehehehe, I’d get in trouble to say the least,” Hunter remembered to look out for incoming cars, but glanced to Angela. “All you’d have to do is call your father and he’d just make this disappear, right?”
When it came to the Preacher Family, there was no doubt Angela’s wealthy father would do anything for his little girl. Before high school, the golden she-wolf went to a boarding school (that failed) to mold her into a perfect lady, from what everyone else knew, then by eighth grade got most of what she wanted on a silver platter. The newest phone to come out the following year? Yes.
A trip to Europe for the summer? Done. Fancy new clothes made in third-world countries? Absolutely.
Bribe somebody to shut up about breaking the law? No question about it.
“Hunty,” Angela asked the German shepherd, “would you really think I couldn’t get you outta prison too?” The she-wolf curled her golden tail on her lap and patted it. “If we both got in trouble, Daddy would make sure to help out.” A smile appeared on her muzzle. “He happens to like you, ya know.”
“I know,” he confirmed for her.
Her dad, a tall, firm man in his fifties named Alexander Preacher, worked as a successful lawyer running a firm in downtown Madison. When Hunter began football in his freshman year and Angela began trying to earn his affections then, Alexander met him once after a football game. It was a rare thing for him to even come, as he often went on long trips across the state or even the country, but he came this one time to see his little girl cheerlead. When a party was hosted at the Preacher Family’s mansion later that night, Alexander congratulated everyone for a perfect game.
When Hunter met Alexander during the party, the older canine thought he and Angela were dating, and has continued to say, “I approve,” since then.
Still, he’s a great guy. Too bad he doesn’t know I’m—
Hunter pulled himself from his thoughts, noticing Angela as she slowly pulled her sweater off to reveal a red blouse underneath. “Phew, is it hot in this car,” the golden she-wolf asked, “or is it just me?”
Hunter gulped, turning down the heating. “Um, here you go,” he flustered out, trying his best to ignore how hot she looked in that blouse. Looking away, Hunter couldn’t believe himself. This was the same girl who emotionally tortured people, the same one who liked to toy with other boys.
“Why are you not looking at me, Hunty?” she asked, Angela’s icy eyes now innocent and sweet. “Don’t you find me pretty?”
When he remembered where they were though, the German shepherd sighed. “Angela?” he asked, wanting to get the secret over with.
The she-wolf perked her ears and leaned forward. “Yes?” she asked excitedly, “Something on your mind, hun?”
With cawing crows echoing outside the Outlook, Hunter took a deep breath. “Angela,” he nervously began, “I want to thank you for helping out for tonight.” He glanced at the TPed high school beside the car. “Ugh, I’m sorry we couldn’t get sweet revenge on the Reapers.”
Angela giggled, swishing her tail at her hips. “That’s okay, Hunty!” she told him, then looked at him with a curious grin. “But I feel like that’s not what ya wanna talk about, is it?”
The German shepherd nodded. “Yes, it isn’t,” he sighed. “Listen, I want to tell you something.
It’ll surprise you, but I hope you won’t…be…”
“What is it then?” Angela asked, a sparkle appearing in her eyes. “Hunty, do you wanna ask me something?”
The question made the German shepherd falter. He never thought he could tell anyone outside of Holden this part of himself. It was an element Hunter kept hidden for so long, trying to forget like a surprised memory. After going out with a certain, very forgiving fox though, he couldn’t pretend anymore.
“Angela,” Hunter said, smiling softly at the thought of Holden. “I’m b—”
A knock resonated off the car window, causing the shepherd and the golden she-wolf to jump. Before either knew it, the Outlook’s doors opened and slammed shut, with Jason, Holden and Spud pulling their masks off to reveal sweating, unkempt faces.
“We went…to the school!” Jason wheezed out, half laughing and half panting with his feline tongue hanging out. “Hunter…you won’t…believe…what we…found…” The tiger grinned while Holden (who was especially flustered) held up a pumpkin bucket filled to the brim of what appeared to be candy.
“What’s in them then, Holden?” Hunter asked. “Candy or something?”
That got all three laughing their tails off. “N-Not exactly,” Holden tried saying, “but it is—”
“Who cares about candy?” Angela asked sourly, crossing her arms over his blouse and curling her golden tail at her ankles. “Me and Hunty here were having a moment!”
Jason tried butting in. “But you’re really not gonna believe what’s in—”
Hunter glanced to the mirror, and froze. “Uh hey…”
“I don’t care!” Angela growled with glaring eyes. “I don’t care if fag-boy here got himself a new dildo, or—”
“Hey guys,” Hunter spoke hastily.
Angela swirled to Hunter. “Hunty, I’m trying—”
“Truck!” he interrupted.
Everyone immediately turned to look through the Outlook’s back window. Down the long, dark road came a set of headlights belonging to a truck.
“Floor it!” Jason hissed. Hunter didn’t hesitate and put the Outlook in drive, burning rubber as they drove off down the road. As soon as they turned a street, Hunter noticed the truck still following. “I think I know what they are! I’ve seen one of those trucks before!”
“Who are they, Jason?” Hunter asked, carefully driving along the road while the mystery truck revved closer and closer. “Are they cops or…?
“Reaper jocks,” Holden breathed out, eyes wide as he stared out his window to the incoming vehicle.
“I see their football jersey colors on them. There’s…five guys, and they look absolutely pissed, Hunter!”
“No shit!” Jason said, panicked with raised fur. “We gotta get outta here!” Nice, a car chase in one of these stories! I feel like a kid with a bunch of cool toys. Oh, what shall I do? Make you guys speed on the highway, drive through backyards, or maybe a car crash with burning fire you barely escape?
“No!” everyone shouted. Okay, sheesh.
Meanwhile, music played on the booming radio. “Revvin' up your engine,” it played, “Listen to her howlin' roar…Metal under tension….Beggin' you to touch and go! Highway to the danger zone!”
“Nice choice there!” Spud quipped, laughing his tail off. Thanks.
A muffled voice echoed through the windows. Cracking his side’s open for a moment, Hunter heard someone shout, “Come back here, fuckers! You’re dead! We’ll kill you for this!” The truck started gaining on their tails.
Grabbing onto a roof handle, Angela muttered, “Hey, they think we did that?”
“But we didn’t!” Spud shot out behind her, hanging onto his own handle in the back seat. The hyena cackled shortly and stared out at the truck, its headlights now like the eyes of a vengeful monster. “What are we gonna do?! We’re dead!”
“We’re not dead, guys!” Hunter growled, both paws on the steering wheel. As his eyes glanced to the incoming car and the furious, vengeful grins of its riders inside, the German shepherd saw the Reaper football uniforms.
All of a sudden, a head popped out of the truck’s window.
“You friggin’ cocksuckers!” one passenger, who Hunter could only see as a gruff bear in the school’s traditional red-and-black colored Reaper’s jacket, growled. “You hear me? Show yourselves like ya have balls!”
As the car came up, everyone grabbed their masks on while Hunter pulled his hoodie up. Next thing they knew, a water balloon splashed at the windshield, and the German shepherd turned on the wipers.
“That all ya got, dammit?!” Holden hollered behind his kitsune mask. The fox suddenly ducked as a water balloon flew over him and soaked Jason. “Sorry!”
“Ugh, it’s freezing!” the tiger groaned, growling at his wet fur.
As per the plot, an idea came to Hunter’s mind as he steered the car. “Guys, the toilet paper!” he shouted with a Cheshire grin. “Throw ‘em!”
“How about this?” Jason eagerly called, grabbing some rolls from the back and opting for Holden to roll the window back down. “Five points for hitting the truck, twenty points for getting it inside the truck, and fifty points if it hits one of ‘em!”
“I’m in!” Spud followed eagerly.
Hunter slowed the Outlook down to 25 mph alongside the truck, and war was officially waged. Rolls of toilet paper rained down on the truck, followed by shouts and curses as Holden managed to bonk the shotgun passenger (a smug, tan-furred pug) in the head.
“You’re dead, kid!” he barked.
“Kiss my furry ass, Reapers!” Holden hollered, laughing as he actually mooned the truck. “There, kiss it like ya mean it!” Hunter blushed as he caught a glimpse of the lithe foxy ass in the mirror. Then, a water balloon hit Holden’s rear, much to the fox’s chagrin. “Cold, cold, cold, cold!” He pulled his pants up and resumed tossing toilet rolls in or on the car.
“Fucking faggots!” the pug growled, followed by more barrages of water balloons on the car. He tried throwing our own toilet paper back at us, only for it to bounce off and drag along the truck’s tailgate. “We’ll get ya for the school!”
Turning down another street of dark yet occupied homes, Hunter felt a water balloon splash into the shotgun seat. “Really? That all you got, Reapers?!” Angela snickered under her mask. “Goddamn water balloons?” She threw another roll handed to her by Spud, with Hunter ducking to give her aim as he drove. “What are you, cubs?!” She threw, hitting the shotgun passenger again.
“Nice aim!” Hunter stated while turning down another street, much to the approval of Angela. He got so involved that he shouted too, “She’s right! Come on, try to be imaginative, dammit! Ya stinkbombed our school and shat in urinals; try more than that!” Following his question, the shepherd teen’s eyes widened at what came next. Eggs, splattering the windows. “I said too much, didn’t I?”
“Yep!” Holden laughed, nervous.
“Of course,” Spud added.
Angela nodded. “You did Hunty.”
Oh, the irony. “No, no, no!” Jason growled while eggs splattered the Outlook’s windshield, windows and left side, “Not my car! I just washed it!” The tiger frowned while banging his fist on the ceiling, then to Hunter’s surprise, grabbed one of the egg cartons they bought. “Well, two can play! Holden, Spud, the eggs!”
Everyone eagerly grabbed a couple pawfuls of eggs, throwing them back in and on the truck. “Stop that!” one of the Rukisburg students barked. “Ugh, all over the floor!”
Turning the wipers on and making sure not to crash, Hunter couldn’t believe what was happening.
Here he was, a high school jock on a revenge road trip with friends (and a lovesick cheerleader) along with his secret boyfriend, egging at a truck in the middle of a suburb during a car chase. Thank God, it’s Friday.
Jason laughed behind him. “‘An eye for an eye’, ya damn Reapers!” the tiger threw another egg over
Holden’s ears onto the truck’s doors.
“That’s whatcha get for attacking our school!” Spud barked, throwing his own armful of eggs from his opposite window. Glancing to the truck with his other eye on the wheel, Hunter saw eggs splatter all over the passengers’ fur and clothes. “Ha! Gotcha!”
“Try not to fall off, Spud!” Angela told the hyena, gripping onto his leg, while blushing at an in-control Hunter in the driver’s seat. “We don’t need a trip to a hospital!”
“Oh, we’ll send ya into a hospital, bitch!” the pug shouted while driving a foot from the side of the Outlook. “We’ll make you wish ya hadn’t come ‘ere!”
“We didn’t TP or egg the school!” Hunter steered the car to the right again, this time cursing as they drove into a street with lit-up homes. “We’re totally innocent!”
“Yeah,” Angela added, “Somebody beat us to it!”
“Don’t care!” the pug replied as an egg smacked into Hunter’s left cheek. Losing control for a moment, the German shepherd narrowly steered the car back onto the road. “Hahaha! That’s what ya get for coming into town, Goliath Garbage!”
Suddenly, Hunter skidded to a hazy halt, seeing something down the road.
“Ha, ya cowards—”
Performing a U-turn, Hunter drove the opposite direction as the police car stopped the truck, the German shepherd breathing hard as the red and blue lights disappeared from view. Minutes later, as Hunter drove away from the suburbs onto a stretch of empty Main Street, everyone casually wiped away bits of yolk, discarded water balloons and egg shells off their clothes.
“That was not fun,” Jason said, the tiger keeping his breathing even taking off his sweaty mask, “at all.”
Holden smirked beside him and pulled his mask off too. “You looked like you were having some fun, Jason,” the fox chuckled. “I certainly did. You, Hunter? Spud?”
“Of course!” Spud panted with a wagging tail, now laughing beside him.
Blinking at the ordeal, Hunter couldn’t help but laugh with the two. “Absolutely!”
“Yeah, guess what though: you’re not the one with eggs on your car!” Jason growled, pressing his paw to his forehead. After a moment of inhaling and exhaling, the tiger asked Hunter, “Can we park please?”
Hunter did just that and drove into the town’s gas station, whose attendant was a fox/wolf hybrid of many colors, before getting out to check the damage done to the Outlook. As the car stopped and everyone jumped out, the German shepherd meekly nodded to the hybrid by the window, who—though surprised by the messy car—simply nodded back before getting back to his book.
In the end, Jason didn’t have anything to worry about. Aside from a couple nicks on the left side, yellow yolks painted on the windows, and toilet paper stuck onto the bottom of the windshield, there wasn’t anything permanent.
“Except for what an incredible waste of time tonight was,” Jason complained, grabbing a wiper blade alongside Spud and Hunter. They quickly wiped what was left of the eggs shells and fluids, leaving only some slight dents on the Outlook’s doors as evidence. “I mean, we spent God-knows-how-much on supplies and gas, somebody beat us to it, and—”
“Jason,” Holden interrupted, “ixnay on the P-R-A-N-K, my friend. Even glass has ears.” The fox averted his eyes to the gas station attendant by the window, whose gaze shifted back and forth from his book. “Besides, we had some fun didn’t we? Come on, tell me you weren’t excited? I know you were having fun several minutes ago.”
Hunter smirked alongside Holden. “Admit it, Jason…” he agreed, turning to Angela. A second before he glanced, the golden she-wolf was mumbling to herself while wiping some eggs off her jeans. “Didn’t you have fun Angela?”
Immediately Angela pulled a fast smile with visible fangs. “Yes, I did Hunty!” she giggled, her tail wagging behind. “I actually did, and so did you Jason.”
“Come on, Jason!” Spud came in while chuckling. “Stop pretending and admit you had fun.”
After several more moments of heckling (especially on Spud’s part), the Bengal tiger’s frown turned into a laughing grin. “Okay, it was hilarious, guys,” Jason confessed, looking to Hunter.
“Especially seeing how piss-poor of a driver Hunter was.”
The German shepherd perked his ears. “You liar! I was a damn good driver,” he replied, lightly punching the stockier feline in the shoulder. “For all we know ya would’ve probably crashed this hunk of junk into a tree by now!”
“Maybe,” Jason said, laughing with Hunter and everyone else.
Clutching his constricting stomach, the canid teenager looked curiously inside the Outlook. Stepping into the back seat, Hunter found the spilled trick-or-treating pumpkin bucket tipped over. Spilling out—
“Condoms?” Hunter asked, holding a pawful up to present. There were different brands, different sizes and different names. Magnus, Troy, Adonis, countless others inside. “What the hell? Um, did you guys actually check the area or trick-or-treat at the nearest adult store?”
“You perverts!” Angela spat, her cheeks blushing. “Did you really—”
“We found ‘em there,” Spud interjected, grabbing a wrapper from the bucket. “Believe us, we were looking around the place and found dozens of buckets filled up with these things.”
Hunter was about to ask Holden about it, but saw the fox gone for a moment. Wanting the truth, the shepherd teen turned to his best friend. “It’s true,” Jason said, chuckling as he threw a pawful of egg remains into a garbage bin beside them. “It was like trick-or-treat for contraceptives. There were even a couple of buckets with safe-sex pamphlets.”
“Tacked in the school’s outside bulletin board by the front doors too,” Spud added. “Weird, this reminds me of a rumor I heard once, Jase.”
“Ya mean the ‘Robin Hood of Rukisburg’?” the tiger asked, finished with wiping his Outlook’s precious windshield. “That kid who sneaks condoms and shit to the teenagers?”
“I smell a spin-off!” Spud laughed. “Yeah, that one. You think it was him?”
“I’ve heard about him, and wouldn’t be surprised if the guy took credit,” Jason smirked and looked at the road beside them. “I gotta admit he sure has cojones for doing all that.”
“Really?” Hunter groaned. “The Robin Hood of Rukisburg is just a myth, guys. Something the cops here probably made up along with the mayor.” Okay, now this is just sounding less like a gay romance and more like a thriller a young Kevin Bacon would star in. “Please shut up with the Footloose references.”
“Gay romance?” Angela asked. “Hunty, what’s he talking about?”
All three males froze. Uh oh.
“Hey Hunter!” a giddy Holden ran up to the German shepherd. “I found us a bathroom around the corner, so if ya wanna take a leak…?”
“Yes I do,” Hunter stated, fully realizing the extent of his aching bladder. “Wait up.”
Leaving the lit roof of the gas pump forced Hunter to adjust his eyes to the dark, but Holden guided him behind the main building. When they went around a corner, the German shepherd followed the fox into the male’s room. After a quick leak, Hunter washed his paws next to Holden, turning to the other canine’s reflection.
“Pity we didn’t get to use the forks or anything,” Holden said, trying to break the ice. “So much for that chase being a complete Chekhov’s Gun, eh?” He and Hunter chuckled lightly, the fox’s grin now wider. “I’m glad you invited me, Hunter. Tonight was just…so exciting. I uh, hadn’t had that much fun in a while.”
“Well I wanted you to come tonight,” Hunter replied, the taller canine gingerly rinsing his soapy paws. “I didn’t just bring you here to get revenge on our rivals for keeping us from the dance; you having fun and being…involved meant a lot to me.”
Holden raised an eyebrow and playfully scoffed. “Hfm, don’t patronize me, sweetie,” the fox rolled his eyes.
“I mean it,” Hunter rebutted. “When Jason told me about this, the first thing I thought about was you coming with us. And after tonight’s bat-shit insanity, you kept me together with how much fun we were having.” The German shepherd recalled the view of Holden mooning the Reapers, and blushed.
“I also remember this certain…aspect of the chase.” Emphasis was placed on ‘aspect’.
The lithe fox widened his eyes at the mirror, curling his tail lightly along with his hot ears. “So you saw the full harvest moon then?” he asked, giggling embarrassed.
Hunter grinned. “I sure did,” he replied, drying his paws. “How come I haven’t gotten a good view of it until tonight then?”
“You’ve seen it plenty of times in Gym, Hunter!” Holden told him, leaning up to kiss Hunter’s lips. Pulling back, the fox licked his muzzle and smiled. “But I’ll admit I got a little carried away…”
Blinking, Hunter began to laugh shortly before picking the smaller canine up in his arms. Steadily, he devoured Holden’s lips with his canine tongue and moaned as the fox then nibbled his neck. The smaller fox writhed in Hunter’s bulging arms, and the German shepherd softly huffed at each bite and lick Holden placed on his shoulders.
Then, Hunter gasped as he felt fingers groping his groin, allowing Holden to dive his tongue in. Moaning deeper into his boyfriend’s maw, both canines made out. Soon, both had hardening erections pressing at their pants.
Hot and blind with lust, Hunter panted harder as his arousal grew. He watched as Holden pulled his shirt up, revealing the toned muscles hidden under his tan and black fur. Panting too, the lithe fox’s soft paws tenderly roamed up and down the German shepherd’s pecs and stomach. Holden then knelt down and tickled him with his wet nose, making Hunter’s knees buckle as the fox inhaled the sweat and musk.
“Oh, oh Holden…” Hunter moaned, trying to keep his voice down. He gazed down at the fox’s folding ears, the arousal in Holden’s blue eyes. “Please…Oh…”
Holden giggled softly as he touched and nuzzled his lover’s stomach, then stood up as his paws traced Hunter’s erection. He even went to unzipping his pants. “You like that huh?” he murred, earning an inhaled moan as a reply. “Of course.”
Grinning with sparks in their eyes, Hunter and Holden melted their bodies together, lips entwined in another blissful kiss. Sadly, that bliss ended when…
“Hunty, what are you and that fox taking…so…long…?”
Pulling his lips away from Holden’s, the German shepherd blinked at the familiar voice’s owner. “Oh crap…” he exhaled, disoriented from his actions. With wide, icy eyes, Angela glared between Hunter and Holden, eventually glancing back to the smaller canine.
“Get the fuck away from him, faggot!” she growled, shoving the fox against one of the bathroom stalls. Before Hunter and Holden could react, Angela barred her fangs while slapping at the fox.
“Did you trick him? Drug him? Seduce him, ya goddamn fag?!”
Hunter immediately came to his senses. “Angela, stop it!” he shouted, aware of the situation.
“Angela, stop it!” He watched as the golden she-wolf tried clawing at the smaller fox, his elbows up to block her. Holden stood silent with wide eyes, taking her hits, a blank expression on his red muzzle.
“Hunter’s mine, you filthy—”
He couldn’t stand seeing it. “Angela, I said stop it!” Hunter gripped onto one of the she-wolf’s raised arms, then roughly swung her to the other end of the bathroom. “Don’t you fucking touch my boyfriend!”
Angela’s glare softened into widened eyes. “What did you say, Hunty?” she choked out. “What did you just say…?”
Hunter flared at her. “You heard what I said!” he growled, teeth more visible. “Don’t you lay a paw on him!”
“Guys, what’s going on?” Spud opened the door, eyes wide at the tense hostility in the bathroom.
Jason appeared beside him moments later, and asked, “What the hell’s going on? I can hear you all the way from the car.”
Angela pointed a claw to a curling fox in the corner, his eyes staring up at Hunter and her.
“Holden is a faggot and tried kissing my Hunty!” the golden she-wolf shouted.
“I kissed Holden, dammit!” the shepherd teen told her. “Guys, she attacked him and he…” Hunter glanced at Holden and froze, seeing blood trickle from the fox’s right forearm. Hunter’s anger dissipated right away, now replaced with concern. “Holden, you’re bleeding!” He rushed to kneel by the smaller canine, then yanked a roll of paper towel to cover up the wound.
Jason joined in helping the fox to his footpaws. “Are you okay there?” he asked Holden. “Spud, get the car started. We’re leaving.” The hyena nodded and went to the car.
“I’m…okay Jason,” the lithe fox gulped, attempting to smile, “Tis but a scratch!” He giggled, holding the paper towel to his arm.
“Guys, what the hell?” Angel growled, her eyes wide with what was happening. “Didn’t you hear me? This little faggot was kissing my Hunty!” Angela strode to the taller canine and, desperately, tried grabbing Hunter’s paws. “Hunty, if this is some joke, then you got me—”
“Okay, that’s it!” Hunter pushed her a couple feet away from him. Clenching his fists, the canine growled. “I could handle your yandere-obsessed, Mean Girls, air-headed, clingy jealous valley girl trope bullshit for a while, but no more. Angela, listen very carefully to me: I am not your boyfriend and you are not my girlfriend. We’re not dating, and never have been dating!” Hunter took a deep gulp of air. “Angela. I am bi, Holden is my boyfriend, and we’ve been dating for these last two months!”
Silence filled the bathroom, yet Hunter could not feel any better. “Bi?” Angela asked, her voice now choked up and incredulous. “You’re ‘bi’? Why? Is this some phase you’re going through, Hunty? You probably haven’t even have sex yet!” She tried kissing him as well as reach for his unzipped pants, but Hunter wouldn’t take it.
“Enough!” he said again, holding her away. “Angela, stop this!”
He stepped away from her and turned to Holden and Jason, the tiger now wrapping some bandages on the smaller canine’s forearm. Without word, Hunter pulled his boyfriend and Jason out of the bathroom and towards the car, the latter now finished with patching Holden’s small wound.
The sound of running followed behind them. “But-But Hunty!” Angela shouted several feet back. “How can you like fags but not me? I’ve known you more than he has, and you suddenly decide to switch teams?” The golden she-wolf’s voice became scratchier, almost like nails on a chalkboard. “Hunter Thurman, enough of the stupid jokes, please!”
“You think I’m joking?” Hunter growled, turning to glare at Angela, whose makeup was melting into the fur on her cheeks. “This ‘phase’ you keep talking about has been going on for a long time. It’s been going on since middle school!” The German shepherd cleared his throat, and groaned. “Angela, I’ve liked girls since I was a cub, but boys too! I’ve known about my bisexuality since middle school, but egotistical dicks like George Johnson and girls like you are the reason I was afraid to be out back then, and all because I hated myself and guys like Holden. I…I…”
A massive weight escaped from Hunter’s chest, causing him to stagger and laugh while staring up into the dark, starry night sky. After a couple seconds, he smiled at Holden, who stood in silence with a bewildered Jason and puzzled Spud.
“What’d I miss?” the hyena whispered to Jason.
The tiger replied with a half-smile, “Hunter just told Angela off. He’s out now.”
For some reason, the hyena chuckled with ears folded. “Damn, I lost.”
Meanwhile, Angela comprehended Hunter’s words. “Hunty,” she said, “Just because you think you like him doesn’t mean you’ll get anywhere by crossing me.” A shout-out to all who know that quote. “Shut the fuck up!” Angela’s anger quickly dissipated, replaced by a smile and her icy siren eyes. “Hunty, you can’t do this to me. I love you, and all this time I meant everything I said!”
Hunter was about to say something, berate the very girl that many at their school either worshipped or wanted to be, when a thought crossed his mind. “W-Wait,” he asked, turning to his friends and Holden. “Guys, what time is it?”
Red-and-blue lights shone around them. “Oh crap,” everyone muttered.
The End...of Part 2...of Part..3.