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I used to hate my high school with a passion. I mean, utterly despised it. No other fennec fox living in the Midwest despised it as much as me.

Nothing personal against the hardworking teachers who helped kindle my passion for filmmaking or the few friends I made that didn't call me 'Steven Gay-Berg'. Thanks in part to me sharing the same first name as my idol. I just had no time for the pointless politics. Especially going into my senior year. The classes were much more asinine and so were my classmates. Rather than be concerned about their future like I was, they felt it prudent to either party all night or get laid by the prom queen. Whatever helped them ignore the existential dread of growing up with bills and responsibilities.

Meanwhile, my parents didn't want me to skip senior year. It didn't matter if I had enough credits to graduate already. Dad in particular wanted me to experience senior year for all it was worth. And at first, I completely disagreed with him...until my path connected with high school linebacker Chad Witherston.

We had known each other since freshman year. We were acquaintances at worst and regular classmates at best, but it would be weird not to call him a friend. I often helped tutor the tiger in subjects he struggled with while he sometimes sat with me when he wanted to get away from the jock's table in the cafeteria. It often required so much strength not to get caught staring at his chiseled jaw and piercing yellow eyes. He even made me laugh with his funny stories.

Coincidence of all coincidence, the handsome Siberian tiger and I shared multiple classes together during senior year, with our last one being gym on the final period. This meant the locker room was mostly empty by the time the final bell rang.

This suited mammals like me who didn't like showering with other classmates. Not when I could likely get a surprise boner among other jocks and consequentially spend months being relentlessly teased for it.

Well, the coach had it out for me during track and field. After making me run another lap, I patiently waited until the last of my classmates finished showering. The minute that Jacob Marcus strolled out of the linoleum box with rusted metal pipes on the ceiling, I decided to storm in and rinse off the grime and sweat clinging to my fur. The bell rang but I didn't care.

Neither did the lone figure showering near the room's entrance. It was Chad. Blushing and filled with horrified panic, I dared not to turn around. Not as he whistled a cheerful tune or when I heard him drop the soap. I couldn't risk getting an erection, not in there of all places.

I pretended to keep sudsing my fur. I went through three cycles of filling my fur with shampoo. When I heard the shower turn off, a meek eye gazed behind me to find Chad disappeared. Relief filled my veins.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I forgot that Siberian tigers needed to dry their thick pelts of fur. Not like fennec foxes.

There he stood, wearing not a stitch of clothing as he let the locker room's single, cheap fur dryers blow across the orange striped fur of his magnificent body. His muscles seemingly rippled from each gust of wind. I felt like a statue petrified in place.

In hindsight, the greatest thing I ever learned in that stupid hick high school was this: testing your own luck isn't always a bad thing, not when you're certain that life has dealt you a good paw. Here, I certainly got an eye full I couldn't pass up.

With Chad's muscular back turned to me, I stood frozen with my paws gripping the towel around my waist, and my eyes mindlessly did their best to memorize each masculine curve. I blindly drooled at witnessing the drips of water on his stripes evaporate, from the ones etched across his back muscles to the stripes teasingly curled around his posterior. Hidden by a tiger tail that swayed against the dryer's constant air flow. Almost like a hypnotist's watch.

At some point my towel dropped. It likely didn't help my stealth.

"I know you're watching, dude," he suddenly turned to grin at me. "Also, nice boner you got there."

The spell broke into a trillion shards.

Squeaking in shock and horror, I covered my crotch. Then, I fled from the shower room to my locker. I shook all over as my fingers struggled to turn the right combination. When it worked the third time, I tried rifling my clothes on, only to slow down when I heard a hulking tiger stand behind me.

I flinched when one of his muddy paws tapped my shoulder.

"Steven, it's alright," he reassured me. "I'm not mad. Actually...i'm happy."

Testing my luck, I didn't just turn around. I also glanced downward to not only find the himbo of a Siberian tiger just as naked as me, with a beautiful, hardening cock and a pair of full balls dangling between his spread glutes.

"Never thought I'd say it," Chad chuckled, "but my eyes are up here."

Instinct compelled me to glance upward, and I suddenly found myself pulled into a surprise kiss. My ears barely reached his nipples regarding height, but Chad didn't let my height discourage me. He partly knelt to keep my muzzle level with his. My wilting cock hardened back into steel as our lips drifted apart, and I gasped out a moan in blushing embarrassment.

"Do you wanna come over to my place?" Chad asked as if we did not just make out in the middle of what used to be a populated locker room. Instead, he smiled brightly with Hungry fangs. "I've got some calculus homework that's killing me, and the guys are all busy with stuff this weekend. Maybe you could spend the night, watch some movies, maybe just...hang out?"

How could I honestly resist after such revelations? "S...Sure thing, Chad." I nodded meekly. "I...I'd love to!"

That was how I ended up getting my first boyfriend. To this day, I couldn't understand what he saw in me. Chad claimed he liked how well spoken and smart I was on top of being 'adorable as sin'. Maybe we were just two kindred souls? Maybe he just wanted to explore his sexuality? Maybe he genuinely liked me?

For now, we didn't worry about our destinations in life. Later that night, after teaching him about the inner workings of sine, cosine, and tangent, as well as watching an old action movie, we did more than just hang out that night. We eagerly explored a whole new world of male sexuality...together.