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With a jerk of his sheets and a tumble, the white hare was abruptly awoken from a deep sleep by a persistent banging on his front door.

"I'm comin'!" He yelled with an annoyed rasp to his sleep addled voice.

The tall male stumbled out of bed, fighting with the sheets to free his trapped legs and large feet, and yelled to whomever it was to hold their horses as he grabbed a pair of shorts, hopped on one leg and then the other as he tried to slide his legs into the clothes to at least be decent when he opened the door.

"If you bang one more time, I swear to..." he muttered as he sped-walked past the mess of paint cans and plastic littering his living room and wrenched the door open to the shock of the male on the other side.

"Sorry about that." The big, broad and surprisingly short Bull Terrier said as he looked up at the rabbit that opened the door he'd been knocking on for the past ten minutes. Both men snorted in amusement as they eyed one another, mostly due to the hare being just that bit taller than the canine and because the canine looked as bewildered as the lapine felt over it.

The lapine chuckled. The dog smiled.

"Right, I'm here about some water pipes, for a Mr. Moore?" The terrier asked in an amused, gruff tone, showing his toolbox to the tenant.

"Yes, thank you. I'm Julian Moore." He sighed and greeted, opening the door fully and allowing the male in. "Did I make you wait long?" He asked.

"About ten minutes, sorry for making sure you were in." The canine replied with a grin. "I'm Marcus by the way."

"Nice to meet you." Julian said, idly scratching at the scar on his left shoulder. "Though I have to say, I asked for help about a week ago..." he started but was quickly interrupted by Marcus.

"Have to apologize for that, this drought has been causing us trouble." The plumber said as he took in the mess of brushes and cans and plastic all over the living room, ignoring the glare from the other. "Did you just move in?" He asked.

"Redecorating actually, had a bit of an accident with the stove when I moved in a month ago." Julian replied. "They only just finished fixing the place a week or so ago, but the water seems to have just gone bust on me too." He explained. "Luckily, the Super has been VERY accommodating."

"Why's that?" The canine asked as he walked towards the open kitchen, wanting to take a look at the sink first.

"Selling me an apartment that almost killed me would make anyone bend over backwards to not get sued." Julian said with a smirk.

The canine chuckled.

"Bunny got bite." He laughed, his words causing Julian to pout. "Do you want me to start here?" He asked the male, pointing to the sink.

"Sure, that's fine. I have no idea where the leak or whatever is, all I know is that I can't shower or wash dishes..." the lapine grumbled, scratching one of his long ears.

"Well, I've checked the lower floors and they're enjoying a good amount of water, I'll figure it out, don't worry." Marcus assured him before his denim overall clad self disappeared under the sink.

With a nod, Julian decided to leave the other male to it, moving back to his disaster zone of a bedroom. He looked around it with a sigh, scratched his arm once more, and decided that three days was enough to make him swallow his pride and go to the local swimming pool to shower.

His fur felt much too coarse. And white fur showed its dirt especially well.

"I'll be back in a bit, I hope I can trust you to work without supervision?" Julian announced to Marcus as he left his room, now wearing a tank top as well as his shorts with a duffel bag slung over his left shoulder.

The canine snorted and popped out from under the sink, a pipe in one paw and a wrench in the other.

"I do believe I'm old enough to stay home alone, Dad." Marcus responded dryly, making his customer chuckle. "Also, your pipes are bone dry here, I'll have to check the bathroom." He added.

Julius snickered at that comment because of course his lewd ass would remind him that he has had his own, personal dry spell for a while now. Marcus' deadpan question of "Really?" made him grin.

"I'm sorry, my pipes HAVE been dry is all." He said with a smirk but nodded. "Go do what you have to, I'm trusting you not to snoop through my things though." He said before walking out of his apartment, leaving the door open behind him.

Marcus simply shook his head and looked for the restroom, hoping to find the problem as soon as possible.

He didn't expect a young pup to pop out of the pile of laundry in the bedroom and attack him an hour into his work however.

~o~

Julian was happy that the swimming arena was only a bus ride away - he didn't want to walk too much or too far in this heat, his poor feet wouldn't appreciate it. So he followed a crowd of children and their parents into the air conditioned lobby, waiting with patient amusement as the many cubs and kids pulled at their guardians to hurry so they could swim.

"You'll be cleaning a lot of fur out of the drains today I bet." Julian commented to the girl currently taking his debit card.

"Oh you have no idea, it's why we really encourage people to get their fur shortened first, and in this weather it's a plus to go short haired." The bubbly female said as she handed Julian a locker key, his card and a Green band to go on his wrist. "You're very lucky in that regard," she added as she eyed his snow white fur and the brown 'gloves and socks' of his fur.

"True, but I don't get a nice, winter coat like you do." He told the female, who was a husky, who replied with a giggle and nod with Julian giving her a wink. "Thanks a lot though, I totally needed a good soak." Julian told her before smiling and walking past the lobby and to the back.

"Have a good swim!" She called after him as he walked off.

As he walked deeper into the complex, he could feel the heat of the showers and the smell of chlorine was getting more and more potent, but, as much as he'd enjoy a good swim and a work out, he simply did not have the time to do so - he didn't know Marcus, for all he knew he'd come home to find the place emptier than it was but he'd also give him the benefit of the doubt.

Hence asking his neighbor's kid to watch the place for him before he left via text message.

"Choices..." he sighed, looking at the two rows in front of him, furs of various types branching out into the Men and Women's section of the baths. The city was quite open about its nudity and sex laws, and furs like Julian, who didn't fit the norm, could move between them as they see fit.

The very many whose bodies simply didn't fit the norm of Male or Female flit around the areas as they saw fit, the colored wristbands they wore marking who or what they were to others around them. Not completely full proof of course, but it did its job well.

However, wanting to avoid the hassle of having to explain himself - to cocky men and curiously cruel kids alike - he strut into the women's showers with a small smile.

"Good morning ladies, up early I see." He called, being as friendly as possible as they stared at him then at the Green band on his wrist; they relaxed quite a bit.

"Julian, finally decided that you're not too good to slum a pool shower?" A rather busty Rottweiler commented, her daughter smiling once she caught sight of the rabbit and running over.

Julian was quick to grab her and place her against his hip.

"Yes Debra, I have. My fur has finally decided that I need a wash." He replied with a put upon sigh while grinning down at the little female mutt tugging on one of his ears. "Yes?" He asked.

"When are you coming to my house to play with me and my dollies again?" She asked and her sweet yet demanding question made some of the females titter and relax further; Julian blushed.

"Soon, I promise. In fact, you can come to my house instead, with your dolls." He told her, the little pup letting out a squeal of delight and then jumping down from her 'cool, uncle' Julian's arms to brag to her friends. "She's getting big." The rabbit says as he watched the pup go.

"And a total handful, always wants different things every day, I'm just glad I can keep up." Debra says with a sigh, her body still on display; bathers and swimmers could be as nude or as covered as they pleased but they would be watched in the pool area for any indecency due to pups being near.

"How's the baby?" He asked as he moved to the locker next to hers, everyone else going about their business, although some pups and kits looked on curiously as Julian unabashedly began to strip.

"Why do you think I got these?" She replied with a look to her engorged breasts. "Hungry as hell and I'm dying for a cocktail." Another female, this one a bit older than Debra hollered a 'hear, hear!' while some others hooted and hollered; they laughed along. "Right, I'll talk to you later, I'd better catch my brat before she drowns. Call me!" She added a tug to a long ear at her insistent words before she dashed off, Julian watching her go with a grin.

The lapine had gathered his fur soap and towel as he'd spoken, had also put his fresh clothes on a shelf separate to his bag so he could stuff his dirty ones in the duffel bag - once he slipped the shorts off however he had to stop from laughing as curious children looked disappointed and surprised at him, Julian snickering at one of the mother's berating her son as he'd openly gaped at the male with the female bits.

Wouldn't be the first or the last after all.

~o~

"You don't have to watch me so intently kid." Marcus said for what feels like the umpteenth time as he felt eyes on him.

The pre-teen pup had jumped out of the pile of clothes and latched onto him like a bad smell; 'I'm Sammy! I'm Julian's neighbor, he asked me to keep you company!' he'd said.

The excitable Dalmatian had asked questions as well: 'who are you?', 'the plumber', 'what's wrong with his pipes?', 'don't know yet', 'why not?' and so on.

Marcus understood the reasoning - he wouldn't leave a stranger in his house for any reason, but damn...

"Looking for this?" Sammy said as he poked the older canine with his wrench. The terrier grunted and took it, unscrewing the shower nozzle and checking it with a finger.

"All bone dry, not a speck of water coming up." He muttered.

"So what can ya do?" The pup asked and the elder had to withhold a growl of annoyance; it was a valid question, as he himself wasn't sure what to do next.

"I'll have to work my way up from the basement, check the apartments directly below this one...something probably came off during that blow up." He replied and began to replace the shower nozzle. "Do you have water, Sammy?" He asked.

"Yeah, we do. But Julian doesn't come to use it despite us having water. He just goes down to the swimming pool." The pup said with a pout.

Marcus chuckled.

"You like Julian then?" He asked with a grin then bellowed out a laugh as the pup blushed.

"He's really nice! And he's always around to keep me company when my Dad isn't here...and, well..." he flushed and blushed further, his long tail giving a way before he fled the room - the front door had opened.

"JULIAN!" Sammy exclaimed as he saw the rabbit walk in, quickly ramming into his stomach for a hug.

"Hi, Sammy." Julian choked out as the air was knocked out of him, patting the over-excited pup on the head while trying to keep his paws on the grocery bags he carried. "Let me breathe kiddo," he grunted.

"Sorry." He apologized with a blush. "Marcus said he couldn't find the problem!" He announced soon after.

"Really?" He asked, looking up at the canine as he walked in.

"All your pipes are bone dry, I'm thinking your room simply isn't connected at the moment." The dog replied. "What did the guys who fixed your place up say?" He asked.

"Nothing, they just fixed what needed fixing and I remodeled what I could. It was only after that I noticed that I didn't have any water, I stayed with Sammy and his Dad for a while..." he trailed off at the pup's giggle and glared. "Don't you have things to do?" He asked the pup, handing him a box of popsicles from the grocery bag.

"Yes sir!" He grinned, then jumped up to kiss Julian on the cheek. "Bye Marcus!" He called before running out.

"Please tell me you only got with his old man?" Marcus asked with an amused grin. "Because that boy looks like he has a crush on a bit of candy he managed to taste once. If he didn't know I could snap him like a twig, he would've tried pissing on me over you." He looked close to laughing, especially as Julian simply got redder and redder in the face.

"I...it... wasn't quite like that..." Julian managed to squeak out.

~o~

It was my second week having moved in - the first person to reach out to me was Sammy's dad, Dalton - this very kind, charming, older male that I can't deny I instantly fell for.

(How old are you? 23, now hush before I lose my nerve. Sorry, sir. Shut up.)

Anyway...

I was seeing Dalton rather casually but Sammy stole my heart (platonically, of course. Of course.) with his outgoing nature and his sweetness, so I gave him my key with permission to come and bother me at any time since his dad worked so much and I didn't have much to do.

It was my own fault really.

I hadn't had sex in a while and Dalton had been too busy for anything beyond heavy petting, so I got my ribbed and dotted toy out, got on my knees and went to town on myself.

(What's that look for? Just wondering where said toy is, might shove it down your mouth for sass._Careful buddy, I'm signing your paycheck! ...don't smirk at me! _Carry on.)

Well, I was really into it...all lubed up, enjoying alone time rather loudly in my own home, so, I didn't hear the door open and experience tells that Sammy enjoys surprising people, so...

All of a sudden, I feel the bed dip behind me and all I see over my shoulder is a spot of black and white, so, I automatically think it's Dalton...

And then he very slowly took the dildo out...and his paws spread me open...and no, I don't know how I didn't notice the smaller paws of a pup, I was dizzy with pleasure!

Especially when he shoved his muzzle into me and just...

(_That good, eh?_You've no idea.)

He lapped me up, and just...let instinct take over...Dalton had never done it before so I couldn't compare it...but he ate me out like a parched dog...and then he shoved his muzzle deeper and...

~o~

Julian shook his reddened face and huffed, staring at the smirking terrier with a small glare; there was a bulge in his overalls as well, he could tell.

"I have no idea why I've told you this..." he muttered.

"Have you told anyone else? Maybe you needed to get it off your chest - I get that a lot." Marcus replied, going behind the kitchen island to discreetly adjust himself.

"Friend of mine...wasn't very helpful to be honest." Julian huffed.

"Well, the kid seems fine..."

"He is, for the most part. I berated the crap out of him, told him never to come in without knocking any more and making sure I'm decent. Took the key as well..." Julian explained, finally moving from his spot to put the water bottles and beer he'd bought into the fridge and freezer respectively. "...I explained to him that what we did was only wrong in the sense that I'm dating his Dad, he's way too young for me and against the law...then the questions came..."

They both chuckled.

"It brought you closer but I bet it's awkward for you." Marcus said and got an opened beer for his troubles. "Thanks."

"It did..." Julian sighed. "How would you feel, knowing you'd gotten the best oral fuck of your life from a pup you could go to jail for?" Marcus laughed at that, nodded then raised his beer before taking a swig. "And he occasionally looks at me like he wants to do it again," he shuddered, then flipped the canine off when he snickered due to his blush.

"He's a growing, hormonal boy with a sexy neighbor whom he clearly adores and trusts, what's not to like?" The canine shrugged. "You're not a pedo though, right?" The Bull Terrier asked and got a resounding No for it. "Then as long as you keep it in your own pants in future and make it clear to him, it's fine...did you tell his Dad?"

"Hell no, I wasn't about to add that to a tentative relationship...despite the fact that I ended up breaking it off anyway," he said and at Marcus' urging he continued. "I found out his wife was still around and quite happily in the picture - she travels for work, and good old Dalton likes to fuck around while she isn't around..." he sighs, the other male wincing at the tale. "She's very nice too, always thanks me for looking after Sammy - what?!" He broke off as Marcus choked and wheezed on his beer, laughing.

"Fucked around with her husband, scarred her kid who's obviously infatuated with you and all she can do is thank you for being a good neighbor!" He laughed, ducking a water bottle to the head being thrown at him. "I need to call the Soap Star, this'll make a great story line!" He crowed, grabbing his toolbox and making a run for it.

"Just make sure to give me credit and to make him older!" Julian called as he chased the canine out into the hall. "And you never fixed anything! Asshole!" He yelled.

"I'll text you later, Casanova!" Marcus winked before running down the steps.

"Jerk..." Julian huffed, then chuckled to himself.

The rabbit walked back to his apartment and closed, and locked, the door behind him. "Are all the guys in this city like this?" He asked himself.

His phone vibrated on the kitchen island and he went to pick it up, finding an unknown number and sender:

From: ###-###-####

Right, you'll be seeing me again tomorrow. Gonna have a chat with your super and your neighbors to see what's going on. We'll talk paycheck later.

With an eye roll, Julian added Marcus to his contacts and replied.

To: Sassy Plumber

You'll have to speak to my super about that - he's paying for most of my repairs. Paint and brushes and the like are my deal, anything else is his.

From: Sassy Plumber

Fair enough ;)

_Guess you'll have to pay me in stories and beer. How about it? I definitely need to hear more about this accident anyhow. _

Julian blinked, then chuckled at his phone. He leaned against the counter and stared at the screen, mulling it over.

From: Sassy Plumber

I'll bring snacks. And maybe something stronger :D

The rabbit snorted.

To: Sassy Plumber

Deal. I work until three tomorrow, I'll be sure to get restocked by then.

From: Sassy Plumber

You plannin' on drinking the rest of that six pack tonight? :o

Julian giggled - why did such a rough guy use emotes so much? That's adorable!

To: Sassy Plumber

After having to retell that story? Hell yeah.

From: Sassy Plumber

Oh, yeah? Probably gonna have a good wank over it you mean?

Julian blushed.

I don't blame ya. Good sex is good sex - just don't do it again. I'll let you know how my wank was, you're a damn good story teller ;)

The lapine choked and coughed on the beer he'd opened, staring with wide eyes at the screen.

Goodnight Mr. Moore ;D

Julian sighed as he walked into his bedroom, pack of beer swinging in one paw while clothes were being taken off and tossed about. He flopped into his bed and brandished his new dildo - the old one having vanished on him - from under his pillow, as well as the lube.

'Goodnight Mr. Plumber...'

He wrote before delving into himself with a moan.

~o~

Marcus sighed as he parked in front of his home - or rather, his inherited home. While not rich by any stretch of the imagination, his elderly parents had been smart enough to ensure he would be comfortable with their passing: they had a beautiful, dual plot in the local cemetery with his Mom's favorite quote written on it.

As their eldest child, he was given their modest two story home, their savings and a trust fund for his younger sister.

"Hi Marc!" Lucy called from her room upstairs, the 12 year old pup almost hanging from her window.

"Luce! Get back in properly, now!" He barked and the pre-teen female sighed, rolled her eyes and did as she was told.

The male shook his head as he watched her, climbing out of his van and trudging towards the front door which was hastily opener by a white, black and brown bullet speeding into his stomach.

"Hi Marc! I missed you! I had tons of fun at the pool today! I'm so glad you got me a pass, I saw Dolly and Susy and..."

"Lucy." Marcus said.

"Yes, big brother?" The young pup asked with a sweet grin.

"Breathe..." he sighed. "And let me in, please." He added before grabbing the little female by the waist and hoisting her up and over his shoulder, smiling as she squealed and laughed in delight.

They made it past the front hallway, the bigger male taking off his specialised boots at the side of the wall, next to the tiny sandals he made his sister wear in the blistering heat of summer, rain coats and umbrellas hanging or put in their respective hangers and pot, right next to a small table with a picture of Randell Senior and his Missus.

Past that, Marcus turned right and threw his kid sister on the sofa in their modest living room and then very quickly catching her before she could get away from his tickling digits.

"Marc! Stop!" She squealed, struggling and wiggling at her brother to let her go.

With a grin, Marcus did stop and sat down on his Father's old recliner, staring at his smiling and panting sibling.

"So how was your day?" He asked and seeing an opening, Lucy sat up and pounced on her brother with a battle cry, the bigger, stockier canine getting the wind knocked out of him by her head smacking his stomach while she tried to simply sit on his lap. "Ugh..." he coughed.

"So, I was saying, I saw Dolly and Susy and Emma at the pool and Mrs. Reid was there and her boobs were HUGE!" She exclaimed, making her paws clench and wiggle in front of her flat chest to show said growth.

Marcus snorted but didn't tell her off for it.

"And then this guy came into the girls room!" She added, her scandalised voice not helping his rising panic.

"A what?" He growled.

"Yeah! This white bunny came in! He was so cute!" She giggled and Marcus would've spat out a drink if he could.

Couldn't be...

"He's like, Emma's uncle or something and, get this Marc..." she leans in to whisper and the bigger canine can't help but lean his ear to her to listen. "He has girl parts like me!" She squealed and laughed.

Holy. Mother. Of. Fuck.

Marcus picked Lucy up as she laughed, tucking her under his arm as he walked into the kitchen/dining room in a daze.

"He had the cutest brown patches too!" She added, unperturbed. "Anyway, Emma said that cuz he's special, he's allowed in the ladies room, Bobby said he has a cousin like that too...but Bobby hates it when his Mom takes him into the girls room when his Dad isn't around. Why is that?" She asked.

"Did he have mismatched eyes?" He asked.

"Huh?"

"The cute bunny, did he have two coloured eyes?" Marcus asked.

"Oh! Yeah! He did, they were so pretty, one green, one blue...I want eyes like that!"

"Sorry kiddo, it's genetic." He told her, ignoring her pout and her resuming chatter.

'_So that's why his place smelled like a female...I just thought he had a girlfriend...he had that fling with that dog though...could have been Bi...explains why he maybe didn't say no to the pup so easily...spring just ended...'_he thought, taking out a pot and the ingredients he'd need for homemade macaroni and cheese.

"Marc!" Lucy whined. "Marc!" She yelled from behind her big brother, a pout on her muzzle.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"You need to put water in the pot or you'll ruin it!" She advised him, her big brother finally noticing the waterless pot.

"Fuck!"

"Swear jar!"

Marcus growled lightly and pushed Julian out of his mind as he tried to salvage the pot and actually start dinner.

He ended up putting about $10 in the jar by the end of it.

~o~

Hours later and Lucy was now in bed, belly having been filled with Mac and cheese and bacon, some video games (get ready to lose Marc!) and a movie (Not Tinkerbell again...) and some pie and ice cream.

Never let it be said that Marcus Randell didn't spoil his little sister.

The clock read 22:00 when he walked into his bedroom from his shower, locking his door behind him. (It was to stop Lucy from coming in when she shouldn't, though it unlocked with a simple latch in a case of urgency)

This room had been a project of his, after his parents had passed. He couldn't bare to use or destroy their room, so he simply left it as it was and redid his bedroom and the second bathroom while he simply added his parents' ensuite to his sister's room.

It's been a year since then.

Marcus laid down on his double bed and let out a gusty sigh - he'd had two troublesome jobs before Julian's this afternoon, and one of them had a leering housewife whose husband seemed to enjoy towering over him and pressing his crotch against his arm while she eye fucked him and made comments behind him..

He shuddered.

'_The shower helped a lot...'_he thought.

The stocky canine grabbed his phone from the nightstand and began to thumb through it, his free paw going down his chest and spotted stomach to stop and stroke his uncovered, uncut, blunt penis - his father had been the runt of his siblings and not been born with the usual sheathed, pointed tip and knotted cock that most canines had.

Instead he'd been born with something more akin to what simians and their ilk had: a blunt head, pink tinged skin with white, fuzzy foreskin and a tuft of pubic fur at the base; though Marcus himself was uncut, unlike his Father.

The medical community and some furs call it 'Common', due to it not having anything extra with it aside from a foreskin that may or may not develop (some assume it's due to the regular cock and sheath forming the common dick and foreskin but sometimes the sheath does not form) unlike canines, felines and horses and others who had sheaths, barbs, etc.

Marcus was quite proud of his tool actually, even if it was different and common looking to what he's supposed to have - there was no way to hide it when it was soft as it swung between his legs and egg sized balls. His bulges weren't liable to lie, unlike sheathed ones. And it was impressive to watch it go to it's full seven inches.

As he thumbed through his mobile collection of porn websites, he couldn't help but recall what his sister had revealed: that Julian was and probably is a man with a vagina...

Before he knew it, he was typing up a text.

To: Blue Green Hare

How's that drinking party coming along?

He blinked.

He wasn't expecting a reply, not even this quickly.

From: Blue Green Hare

I drank two...then got interrupted by Sammy knocking with dinner...then couldn't help but embarrass myself because of our conversation, him being at the door and a dildo in my hand... that boy was red as a tomato when I opened the door...but then I had to have at least two more because reasons...

Why do I keep telling you these things? God. You must think I'm some over-sharing pedo...

To: Blue Green Hare

Like I said, people like to over share with The Help at times. And you've already put your foot down about the he whole thing - I'll be the first to snap your neck if it comes down to it :D

From: Blue Green Hare

_Gee, thanks. _

And I'd like to point out, you've hardly helped me any ;)

To: Blue Green Hare

_This stuff takes time, unless you want to keep using your neighbors toilet? _

From: Blue Green Hare

Ugh, no thanks. I try not to stay there more than I need to... Sammy's Mom just makes me feel guilty whenever she's in.

To: Blue Green Hare

Because you got with her husband AND her kid got his mouth on ya?

From: Blue Green Hare

_Why are you texting me again? _

Marcus snickered.

He could picture the male's face as he teased him - that grumpy, pinched look with a wiggle of his nose even.

To: Blue Green Hare

Your name was near my current fuck buddy ;D

From: Blue Green Hare

And what's the real reason?

Marcus laughed.

To: Blue Green Hare

Just put my little sister to sleep, decided to check on you too - you said you'd be drinking in a house full of paint cans - you rabbits and your big feet, they're trouble.

From: Blue Green Hare

Little Sister? Can't imagine you as a big brother...

And yes, that was a short joke :D

To: Blue Green Hare

_If you were the one paying me, I'd be making a mint. _

There was a lull there and the canine took the time to get himself more comfortable, burrowing further into the covers, letting his paw rest on his crotch and letting his fingers tug and caress at his balls.

From: Blue Green Hare

As long as you sell the rights properly, I won't mind making us both a mint.

Which actually reminds me I have a pint of chocolate and mint ice cream in the freezer.

What's alcohol without ice cream? Blasphemy I tell ya.

Marcus chuckled at the sudden shift in topic. Was the rabbit that much of a lightweight with his beer? Would he be walking around, a bit flushed, bare and free around his apartment, the little pert ass he spied in the shorts from earlier today...

"Fuck..." he growled, paw moving to his already dripping head as he pictured the sassy, opinionated and sexy rabbit leaning over his counter, bare assed and blowing a spoon to hell with his mouth.

From: Blue Green Hare

_Oh my god and it's still good. It's a real expensive brand that I managed to get on sale once! _

Btw I'm sorry to be texting your ear off about all these mundane bits of my life.

Marcus snorted, typing slow going as he used only one paw to type.

To: Blue Green Hare

Hey, I text you first. And there's nothing mundane about getting your muff eaten out by a prepubescent pup.

Marcus smirked as the thought formed in his mind a bit clearer, having faces and bodies to put to the actions; he huffed, tugging on is foreskin, sliding it over his leaking slit, thumb pad pressing over the glans as he pictured Marcus on his back, getting eaten by the over excited pup.

From: Blue Green Hare

How the hell...? Did Sammy tell you?! That little shit...last time i let him play video games here...

To: Blue Green Hare

No. But I'll let you know how I found out for the next time I see you.

From: Blue Green Hare

Hopefully by then my pipes will be working.

Marcus smirked.

And then pressed the Voice Message button.

"I'll make sure your little tight, dry pipes get nice and wet, don't worry. Good night."

The husky message and breathless laugh left behind would haunt the tipsy rabbit until morning.

~o~

Somehow this was not how Julian expected his night to go.

He'd returned from the pool showers feeling more refreshed and energized and set out to finish painting the walls of his still messy sitting room, careful not to trip on the cans as he maneuvered around with two more beers in his belly.

Of course, a round of cleaning is never a good round of cleaning without some music blaring around and so Julian painted to the current Top 10s until That One Song (you know the one, that song you hate you know the lyrics to but it's kind of your jam) started playing.

And of course his ribbed dildo was the best kind of microphone available, because fuck the paint roller, right?

It just so happens that during a rather vigorous dance and song number that was going on, Julian turned and noticed an amused Sammy standing there, grinning, tail wagging and now clapping the minute that the hare stopped to stare at him.

Whatever amused words the pup was going to spit out though were swallowed down by the sight of the ribbed dildo in Julian's paw and he flushed, staring at it, Julian and, well, all of Julian.

"...Sammy!" Julian snapped, tossing the dildo in the general vicinity of his bedroom door.

"I brought Chinese?" The pup offered, showing him the plastic bag.

"How did you get in here?" Julian asked for lack of anything else to say, turning off his stereo and motioning his intruder to the kitchen island.

"You left the door unlocked." Sammy replied with his customary grin and tail wag. The hare sighed. "Again." He cheekily added.

"Let's put aside my tendency to not be as private as I need to be and eat, okay?" Julian wasn't as exasperated as he sounded, The Incident was a sore spot for embarrassment for him but the pup really was a sweet one; he just wished he put his attention to someone his own age.

"Yessir!" Sammy saluted, already taking out all the cartons of food, veggie chow mein for Julian and beef for himself, while the hare got some bottled water for him and what looked like a beer for himself. "Can I...?" he asked, staring at his beer.

"No, you're bad enough with sugar, and your Mother would kill me." Julian replied.

With a shrug the pup dug into his food while his host munched on his vegetables, his face glued to the mess of cans and paints around his sitting room.

"Do you need help?" Sammy found himself asking after a rather undignified slurp of his noodles.

"Not for today. As you clearly caught me goofing off." Julian replied, ignoring the grin he was given. "Maybe this weekend since it's still a week of school." He added, smirking lightly at the groan of dismay as Sammy was reminded of his summer vacation exams still needing to be done.

"Can you at least help me study?" The pup asked with a whine.

"Not after two beers kiddo, sorry." Julian grinned and Sammy huffed, throwing a veggie roll at the hare.

"Fine, I'll just ask my other smart neighbor." Sammy huffed and the hare couldn't help but laugh.

"If you want to make me jealous, you're gonna have to try harder than that." He winked, going back to his food and enjoying the pup's flustered face immensely.

They soon shifted to a comfortable silence as they ate, though Sammy kept starting and stopping himself from saying something though Julian felt he didn't need to prompt him until he was ready.

He should not have taken the sip of his beer when he did.

"ICAMEONAKIDFROMCLASSANDSAIDYOURNAME!." Sammy suddenly verbally diarrhea'd right into Julian's lap, causing the hare to choke, spit and drop his beer all the while his brain roared at what he just heard.

"You..." cough "...said..." inhale "...what?"

Julian managed to ask, but something in his face apparently managed to make the pup clam up because he simply sputtered some apologies and bolted.

The hare wondered if he pissed someone off in a past life.

Deciding he had had enough embarrassing moments for the day, Julian gathered the trash and tossed it, cleaning up the spilled beer and patting himself on the back for getting the plastic bottles instead of glass.

Julian locked up, covered his bay windows with the nice blackout curtains Dalton gave him, grabbed another two beers and plunged himself into bed.

His PawPad was played some comedy show in the background while he lay back on his bed, windows open to let the cool night air caress his bare fur.

The two beers had gone down, his mind was muddy and all he could think of was: i shouldn't have moved to the city.

His luck had only gone his way with his new job and snagging such a nice apartment for a steal. Then it crash dived. Between the repairs, Dalton and Sammy and his own social reclusiveness, he felt a bit drained. His only two friends were Debra and Yven, both coworkers, both busy in their own ways.

"Ugh...I miss home..." he mumbled to no one, his paws idly touching the scar on his right upper forearm which seemed to itch and pulse with his thoughts.

And then, all of a sudden, the texts began.

From Sassy Plumber:

How's that drinking party coming along?

To: Sassy Plumber

I drank two...then got interrupted by Sammy knocking with dinner...then couldn't help but embarrass myself because of our conversation, him being at the door and a dildo in my hand... that boy was red as a tomato when I opened the door...but then I had to have at least two more because reasons...

He didn't know why he replied so casually and openly, but he did. Maybe it was just nice to have a friend with no strings attached for once.

Plus Marcus was funny.

Julian hoped he stuck around.

To Sassy Plumber:

Why do I keep telling you these things? God. You must think I'm some over-sharing pedo...

From: Sassy Plumber

Like I said, people like to over share with The Help at times. And you've already put your foot down about the he whole thing - I'll be the first to snap your neck if it comes down to it :D

Julian snorted in amusement, fingers running over the screen and the sides of his phone as he read the words, an unconscious smile on his face.

To: Sassy Plumber

_Gee, thanks. _

He replied. And then couldn't help but add.

And I'd like to point out, you've hardly helped me any ;)

Which was true, his pipes were still dead and so was his water, he didn't blame him though.

From: Sassy Plumber

_This stuff takes time, unless you want to keep using your neighbors toilet? _

Julian groaned. Just thinking of having to use anyone else's place made him feel weird; especially over at Dalton's.

To: Sassy Plumber

Ugh, no thanks. I try not to stay there more than I need to... Sammy's Mom just makes me feel guilty whenever she's in.

From: Sassy Plumber

Because you got with her husband AND her kid got his mouth on ya?

A laugh/groan left Julian's mouth as he read that message, snickering more than was necessary at the comment he had walked right into. Marcus had no qualms with taking jabs at someone, didn't he?

When he got his bearings back however, he couldn't help but ask, with a mix of annoyed and amused rolling through his breast.

To: Sassy Plumber

_Why are you texting me again? _

He was not expecting the answer he got.

From: Sassy Plumber

Your name was near my current fuck buddy ;D

Julian snorted in amusement. "Oh yeah, sure." He commented to his phone and grinned as he typed out his reply.

To: Sassy Plumber

And what's the real reason?

From: Sassy Plumber

Just put my little sister to sleep, decided to check on you too - you said you'd be drinking in a house full of paint cans - you rabbits and your big feet, they're trouble.

From: Blue Green Hare

Little Sister? Can't imagine you as a big brother...

And yes, that was a short joke :D

To: Blue Green Hare

_If you were the one paying me, I'd be making a mint. _

There was a lull there and the canine took the time to get himself more comfortable, burrowing further into the covers, letting his paw rest on his crotch and letting his fingers tug and caress at his balls.

From: Blue Green Hare

As long as you sell the rights properly, I won't mind making us both a mint.

Which actually reminds me I have a pint of chocolate and mint ice cream in the freezer.

What's alcohol without ice cream? Blasphemy I tell ya.

Marcus chuckled at the sudden shift in topic. Was the rabbit that much of a lightweight with his beer? Would he be walking around, a bit flushed, bare and free around his apartment, the little pert ass he spied in the shorts from earlier today...

"Fuck..." he growled, paw moving to his already dripping head as he pictured the sassy, opinionated and sexy rabbit leaning over his counter, bare assed and blowing a spoon to hell with his mouth.

From: Blue Green Hare

_Oh my god and it's still good. It's a real expensive brand that I managed to get on sale once! _

Btw I'm sorry to be texting your ear off about all these mundane bits of my life.

Marcus snorted, typing slow going as he used only one paw to type.

To: Blue Green Hare

Hey, I text you first. And there's nothing mundane about getting your muff eaten out by a prepubescent pup.

Marcus smirked as the thought formed in his mind a bit clearer, having faces and bodies to put to the actions; he huffed, tugging on is foreskin, sliding it over his leaking slit, thumb pad pressing over the glans as he pictured Marcus on his back, getting eaten by the over excited pup.

From: Blue Green Hare

How the hell...? Did Sammy tell you?! That little shit...last time i let him play video games here...

To: Blue Green Hare

No. But I'll let you know how I found out for the next time I see you.

From: Blue Green Hare

Hopefully by then my pipes will be working.

Marcus smirked.

And then pressed the Voice Message button.

"I'll make sure your little tight, dry pipes get nice and wet, don't worry. Good night."

The husky message and breathless laugh left behind would haunt the tipsy rabbit until morning.