Chapter 3: Sectionals
Donnie sat staring out the window, the trees flicking by.
"So, you nervous?" Called out Stephen's melodic voice from across the car. Donnie turned to face him.
"Why? Should I be?" Donnie asked, slightly worried.
"No not really I suppose. Today's just the first day you'll have been to school without your friends." Stephen replied. Donnie looked directly at him now.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, most of us are going on a field trip. Basically, everyone you sit with at lunch and me. Not to mention a lot of band kids. It's a theatre field trip." Stephen replied.
"Oh. I wonder why Derrick didn't tell me about that..." Donnie trailed off as the car came to a stop.
"All right, I'll see you after school then." Stephen got out of the car without waiting for a reply.
Donnie's first few classes were really easy. It seemed most of the furs in his grade were in theatre, so the teachers just gave them study halls. The only work Donnie did all day, actually, was in his band classes. It wasn't until the real band class that Donnie started to miss his friends. Most of the trombone section, which is what Donnie played, was is theatre, so Donnie had to sit next the the tenor saxes, which consisted of one fur that day. Donnie moved down nearly eight seats from where he usually sat, finally sitting next to a jet black panther with piercing green eyes. For the first period of band they had an ensemble practice, with the entire band playing. When the bell rang indicating the second period of band, the director, a gray-furred old wolf, stopped for an announcement.
"Very good, we'll break down into sectionals now. Considering the amount of absences, we'll arrange the sections a bit differently. Flutes, clarinets and alto saxes to the auditorium. Tubas, bari saxes and trumpets in here with me. Percussion to Storage Room A. Tenors, trombones and french horns to Storage Room B. The rest of you will be in Storage Room C with Assistant Director Alberts. Go to your sectional areas." Most of the band grabbed their stands and chairs and hurried out the door to their respective practice areas. Donnie sighed on his way out the door, sectionals were always so boring.
As Donnie entered Storage Room B, a paw tapped him on the shoulder. It was the jet black panther he'd been sitting next to.
"Hey, I don't think we've met, you are?" The panther asked.
"I'm Donnie Gebbins. I moved here a month or two ago from Texas. And you are?" Donnie asked as he moved into the dark, empty storage room.
"Nice to meet you Donnie, I'm Devon, Devon LaVaughn. I'm the lead sax, specifically tenor." The panther replied. The name set off an alarm in Donnie's head, he had been warned about this guy and there was no one to protect him here. Donnie suppressed a look of fear as Devon began to talk again. "I imagine you don't like sectionals very much do you?"
"No, not at all, they're so boring. On top of that I'm the only trombone here today, so I know I'll be playing a lot." Donnie replied, trying to force the quaver out of his voice and force in some pleasant conversation. Devon laughed.
"Yeah, well I'm the leader of this sectional, and you'll find I run mine a bit different from Bellow." Other furs were funneling into the storage room now, bringing chairs music and instruments with them. Devon turned toward the incomers. "All right everyone, move to the back, there's more room back there. Come on, to the back to the back. Move along guys, we've only got forty-five minutes." Under Devon's direction, the entire french horn section had finally aligned themselves in the back of the storage room, for today the "entire section" was only three furs Donnie didn't recognize.
Donnie followed Devon to the back, upon arrival, Donnie noticed that all of the furs were males. Not to mention they were all handsome, that would make focusing a bit difficult. The back of Storage Room B had no artificial light sources, but had two windows which let in plenty of natural light. Devon motioned for Donnie to sit down.
"Okay, first things first. Shoes may now be removed." Donnie's feet had ached all day, and took this chance to remove his shoes and relax a bit. "Next, anyone have cards?" Devon asked. A lupine french horn player raised his paw. "Good, and who has money?" This time no one raised their paws. "Okay. Strip poker it is."
Donnie was confused, and he couldn't keep a look of surprise from covering his muzzle. Apparently, Devon didn't lead sectionals, he abolished them. Donnie was too caught off guard to tell the dealer he didn't want to play. The worst part was, he had one less article of clothing than the others, he had removed his shoes. Donnie reluctantly looked down at his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief. He had gotten extremely lucky, a full house with three kings and two aces.
"You want to trade out any cards Donnie?" Devon offered.
"I'm fine." The whole group groaned. All of the other furs traded out some cards for new ones, except for a fox who folded outright. For folding, the fox was penalized one article of clothing, he chose his shoes.
"Now we show our hands." Devon announced. Devon had three of a kind, queens, and the wolf had been hoping for better cards. The whole group turned to face Donnie.
"Full house, kings and aces." The whole group groaned again. Now everyone was in their socks, and Donnie's screw up beforehand didn't seem to matter so much. Hand after hand of poker played on, until all the furs were left in their underclothes, some in boxers, others in boxers and an undershirt.
"Okay, this may be the last hand." Devon announced, dealing once more. Donnie scanned the room as the cards were being dealt.
The fox was in just his boxers, he wasn't muscled, but he was sleek. The supplier of the cards, a wolf, was in his boxers as well, he had big muscles being a member of the football team as well as band. The last french horn player was another sheppie with black tips on his ears, he had an undershirt on as well as his boxers. Donnie turned to look Devon over. Devon was in boxers and an undershirt as well, but some faint muscles still slightly showed through the thin fabric, other than that he was also quite thin and trim. Donnie was in only his boxers, a bad position, he looked at his hand cautiously. Donnie's insides fell to pieces. He had nothing, nada. He couldn't fold, or else he'd have to lose his last article of clothing, his only choice was to try to play it off. Donnie got the max number of cards he could trade out. He got extremely lucky again. When he traded out, he kept a queen and king in his hand, and received two more queens, making three of a kind.
"Okay, here are the rules, since most of us only have boxers left, even if we still have undershirts, if we lose we lose the boxers. Give them something to look at, you know." Donnie could tell Devon was just being cocky, but still his breath caught in his throat. "Let's show them."
The fox had nothing, the wolf had nothing also, the other sheppie had a pair of sixes.
"Three of a kind, queens." Donnie announced triumphantly, certain Devon couldn't beat it.
"Flush." Devon replied, smacking the cards down on the table forcefully. "Okay, let's see them boxers come off." Everyone turned to face the fox, his cue to remove his boxers.
The fox's sheath and balls hung limp, but still everyone stared for a second before turning to face the wolf. The wolf stood bashfully, pulling the boxers down quickly. The wolf's sheath wasn't quite limp, with a hint of pink poking out of it. Suddenly something struck Donnie.
(They're all gay!) Donnie thought suddenly, and his thought was reassured as he watched the fox's sheath start to pull back at the sight of the nude wolf. They all stared at the wolf for a second before turning to face the unlucky sheppie. Donnie was almost glad he wasn't in the sheppie's place, but realized that he'd be going last, and therefore be turned on the most.
(This must be why Derrick told me to stay away from Devon.) Donnie thought. The other sheppie stood up, a bulge already showing through his boxers. The sheppie removed his undershirt first, revealing some faint muscles then removed his boxers. The sheppie's head was fully out, stabbing into the air in a peculiar way, a little bit of his shaft could be seen following it. They all stared at the sheppie for a second, then turned their hungry gaze upon Donnie.
Donnie stood up reluctantly, and removed his boxers slowly. His shaft was protruding quite a bit, he was nearly fully erect, his knot was even slightly hinted at. They all stared at his crotch for a moment, but to Donnie it felt like an eternity. Finally, they turned away and he sat back down.
"I suppose to be fair..." Devon trailed off, everyone turned to face Devon as he pulled off his undershirt.
A long ago formed knot in Donnie's stomach tightened suddenly as Devon hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his boxers, and let them slide down. Devon was fully erect, he was even dripping pre, and as Donnie looked around he realized most of them were now. Devon sat back down.
"Now the game changes." Devon announced, solely for Donnie's benefit. "We play the same way, except the winner of each hand selects one of the losers to perform a task." Donnie didn't need for him to elaborate. Now Donnie's breath caught even more, and he was nearly panting to keep from passing out, it was all too surreal. When no one was looking, he pinched himself.
Donnie was determined to win, however Lady Luck wouldn't let him. Devon won the first hand. Everyone swallowed and held their breath.
"Hmmm, since Donnie is new to this game, I'll choose the regular, Tyson." The fox rose from his chair, and sauntered slowly over to Devon's side. Devon beckoned for Tyson to come closer, and then whispered something into his ear. Tyson walked over to the wolf, and dropped to his knees. Donnie closed his eyes, unable to figure out what exactly he'd gotten himself into. When Donnie opened his eyes, Tyson was sitting down, wiping his muzzle.
Tyson won the next hand. This time, the wolf laid his paw in the fox's lap and began to stroke his member. They continued with the next hand while the wolf pursued his task. Devon won again, this time beckoning for the other sheppie, who was apparently nicknamed Frisk. Devon turned to face Donnie after he had finished telling Frisk what to do.
"Enjoy." Was all that Devon said. Frisk fell to his knees before Donnie's lap, and before Donnie knew what was happening, had his whole member in his muzzle.
It felt far better than in Donnie's dream. Frisk's tongue moved with knowledge and skill, sending shivers up Donnie's spine, and causing his tail flick and the hair to stand up on the end. Frisk's muzzle bobbed up and down, and his paws moved to grasp at Donnie's knot. Donnie had never had a blow job before, but he loved every second of it. Before he knew it, Donnie was thrusting into Frisk's muzzle, while Frisk kept his hold tightly on Donnie's knot. Donnie felt his member pushing back into Frisk's throat, and was surprised at his ability to not gag. Donnie felt tension growing in his balls, building and building until he felt he was going to explode, until finally he felt his seed flow into Frisk's muzzle, in several long spurts. To his amazement, Frisk swallowed every drop, and when he pulled off, he licked up and down the length of Donnie's shaft until it was free of cum. Donnie was panting as he watched Frisk saunter slowly back to his seat, purposely wagging his tail to show off his tight pucker.
Devon won the next hand again, and had Tyson come to him again. This time, Tyson bent over the table, and Donnie wondered what Devon was going to do. Devon turned to a nearby cupboard and pulled out a small white bottle. Devon squeezed some clear liquid from the bottle into his paw, and smeared it on his member.
(They're...they're going to fuck!) Donnie thought suddenly. And sure enough, Devon leaned into Tyson's pucker, fucking him hard and fast. Donnie was determined to not lose another hand, he wouldn't be fucked this way.
Donnie lost the next hand. This time it was Devon fucking the wolf. After finishing, Devon announced, "Whoever wins gets to fuck whoever they want, from here on out." Donnie felt powerless and little at this, worried he'd be the next one. "That being said, we're short on time and the next hand will be the last, so make it count."
Donnie won, finally. Now, he had to fuck someone, to lose his virginity. He looked them over carefully. If he chose Devon, he might not be invited back due to lack of respect for him, he acted like the alpha male of the group. He turned to Tyson, who's pucker was dripping, he decided no on that. The wolf was quite large, and frightened Donnie somewhat, and he turned finally to Frisk.
"Frisk." Was all the Donnie said. Frisk walked over and bent over the table.
"Good choice." Devon replied. "A virgin is always the best fuck." Donnie spread some lube on his cock, and some onto Frisk's pucker. Donnie pressed his head to the opening lightly. Frisk moaned slightly.
Donnie pushed into him, Frisk cried out, his virginity disappearing. Donnie pushed in all the way, his cock enveloped by Frisk's being. The feeling was intense, and it was all Donnie could do to keep from moaning. Donnie pulled out, and pushed in, soon thrusting faster and faster. All the while Frisk was moaning. Donnie looked around the room, and saw that the wolf was fucking Tyson and Devon was fucking him, a sandwich. Donnie closed his eyes as he fucked Frisk harder and faster. Frisk moaned and moaned, and soon so was Donnie, and Tyson and the unnamed wolf. Donnie thrust faster and faster yet, and felt all of his muscles tense, and his tail twinge. Finally his load exploded into Frisk's ass, and he slipped out of him and fell to the ground panting. Frisk joined him a moment later, and turned over to lick him on the cheek. Just then the bell rang.
"Well guys, I think we made a lot of progress in sectionals today." Devon announced as they pulled on their clothes swiftly.