November 24th.


Ryan had been participating in No Nut November for just over three weeks by this point. He'd be lying if he said he was enjoying it, but there was a certain pride he felt in proving to himself that he could control his urges. It wasn't without its inconveniences though; his balls felt full and heavy and none of his pants fit quite right anymore, but he was determined to see the challenge through.

If there was one person who definitely did not appreciate Ryan taking the challenge, it was Cam. The raccoon was not only Ryan’s housemate, but also wholeheartedly his bottom. It wasn't that he didn't have options; the two of them were in a very open relationship, and Ryan had no problem with him getting his needs met elsewhere; he just couldn't seem to fully satisfy his desires without attention from his fox.

Luckily, Cam had a childhood friend that could help him out. Russel was a biochemist, drug enthusiast, and lead technician at a lab that somehow managed to give a negative number of fucks what he did at work. Cam had called him up and commissioned something extra special, and Russel was more than happy to oblige. That was a few days ago; now Cam stood hidden behind Ryan's bedroom door, injector in paw, waiting to ambush the unsuspecting fox.

When Ryan got home from work, he was a bit surprised that Cam wasn't around to greet him like he usually was. It wasn't unheard of for him to lose track of time tinkering in his workshop, but given how oddly he'd been acting lately, Ryan opted to keep his guard up. He loved Cam right to death, but trust the devious little gremlin? Not a chance.

He ended up benefitting from that decision when he stepped through his bedroom door and Cam pounced on him. Unfortunately for Cam, Ryan was a bit less unsuspecting than he’d anticipated and quickly sidestepped the attack. Cam wasn't done though; he whirled around, taking another swing at Ryan with the injector, only to be caught by the wrist. The little white device fell from the raccoon’s paw to the floor. He fought to free himself from the fox’s grip, but he couldn’t.

“Just stop.” Ryan said, his voice betraying mild annoyance.

Cam kept struggling, but there was no way he could overpower the fox. Then an idea struck him; he'd have to be careful, but it might just get him free. He looked at Ryan with a feral glint in his eyes before turning and biting the paw holding him. He didn't bite hard enough to break skin, but it was hard enough to startle Ryan into letting him go.

“Ahhh!” Ryan yelped, swiftly pulling away, “What’s gotten into you?!”

Cam took the opportunity to dive to the floor, scrambling for the injector. Grabbing it, he jammed the end against Ryan’s thigh and slammed his pad down on the end of it. He gasped as a sharp pain shot through his handpaw. The device clattered back down to the hardwood floor as he looked at the source of the pain to see a drop of purple blood where the needle had pierced his skin; he'd been holding it backwards and shot himself by mistake. He looked up at Ryan with what looked like worry in his eyes before his vision went blurry and he collapsed to the floor.

“Cam?” Ryan said, hurriedly reaching down and gently shaking the unconscious coon by the shoulders, “Are you okay?”

But Cam didn't answer, just flopping limply as the panicking fox shook him. Ryan's heart raced; it had all been so fast, and he hadn't really seen what had happened. The bright white of the discarded injector caught his eye; a single word was written on it in bold black letters: Ameden. He knew that word…

“Russel.” he sneered.

He stuck the injector in his pocket and scooped Cam up in his arms, carrying him down the hall to his own room. He laid him down gently on the bed and grabbed the unconscious coon’s phone off the bedside table. Luckily, Ryan knew the code and was quickly able to find Russel in the contacts. He hit the call button and listened to the dial tone for a few seconds before Russel picked up.

“Oh, Cam, my coon, what doth thou need? Let loose thy voice that I may heed.” came a melodic voice.

“Quit fucking around, Russel.” Ryan demanded.

“‘Tis not young Cam’s voice in my ear, for ‘Tis a grumpy fox I hear.” Russel sang, chuckling quietly to himself, “What can I do for you, Ryan?”

Ryan took a deep breath to calm himself.

“I have an empty injector here with your company’s name on it. I need to know what was in it.” Ryan said, trying his best to maintain composure.

“Oh, he actually got you, huh?” Russel asked, sounding incredulous, “I'll be honest, I had my money on-”

“He shot himself.” Ryan interrupted, “Now, what was it?”

“Oh my god…” Russel said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

There was a momentary silence. With every second that passed, Ryan felt closer to having a panic attack. His mind raced; for all he knew, Cam was dying right there in front of him, and if Russel didn't have any answers… He was about to hang up and call an ambulance when Russel finally broke the silence with a chuckle.

“He shot himself?” he laughed, “Sometimes I wonder about that kid.”

“This is not funny!” Ryan snarled.

“Hakuna yo tatas, fox boy. It's not gonna hurt him.” Russel explained, “Cam called a couple days back; he said you were doing the No Nut November thing and he was feeling kinda… attention starved… He asked if I could send him something to ‘encourage’ you, and I obliged.”

“Do you have to talk in fuckin’ riddles?” Ryan asked, clearly losing his patience with Russel, “Tell me what it was, or I swear to god I’ll-”

“Cool off, fire fox,” Russell interrupted, “it’s just a simple cocktail of aphrodisiacs and hormone stimulants. Cam mentioned you’re taking suppressants, so I might have gone a bit heavy pawed, but it’s nothing harmful.”

“If it’s not harmful, then he wouldn't be lying here unconscious!” Ryan shouted, still not sold on Cam’s safety.

“Oh yeah, I threw in a super light dose of a neural inhibitor so the rest of it wouldn't hit your nervous system like a bus.” Russel answered.

“He’s unconscious,” Ryan repeated, “I'm not sure I'd call that a ‘light dose’.” 

“A light dose for you.” Russel said, “Keep in mind, Cam's half your size and not deep as fuck on hormone suppressants.”

“Exactly! What if it's too much and it fucks up his brain? Or stops his heart? Or destroys his liver?” Ryan asked rapidly.

With each new, horrible possibility he considered, Ryan lost more composure to his panic. Russel could practically feel the fear in the fox's voice as he rambled on.

“I mean, what if he's allergic? How would I know? Should I give him something just in case? What if he–”

“Stop!” Russel commanded.

Ryan immediately went silent aside from his uncontrolled breathing. He had never heard Russel raise his voice before.

“Listen to me. As long as you don't give him anything, I promise he'll be fine.” Russel said reassuringly. “Now, take a deep breath.”

Ryan did as he was told, pausing his loud panting to fill his lungs before sighing loudly.

“Feel better?” Russel asked.

Ryan took another deep breath before answering with a simple “Yeah.”

“Good.” Russel said, “Now, don't worry about Cam; He'll be fine. YOU might want to drink some extra fluids though.”

“Why do I need extra fluids?” Ryan asked.

“That shot was meant to put YOU in heat. Do you have any idea what it's gonna do to him?” Russel teased, clearly trying to hold back his laughter. “Cam is going to be the horniest little fuck monster when he wakes up. Trust me, you are in for one hell of a week, buddy.”

“Week?” Ryan whined.

“Oh, yeah. I would expect it to last six to eight days at least.” Russel confirmed. 

“Thanks.” Ryan said distractedly.

“Don't mention it.” Russel said, “Oh, and uh…”

a muffled snort came through the phone, like Russel had turned away to compose himself.

“Good luck with November.” He chuckled.

The call end tone played through the phone's speaker, but Ryan wasn't paying attention anymore. He could feel an ache welling up deep in his pent up balls. On a good day he had to be on heat suppressants to deal with the horny little coon, he wasn't sure how he was going to survive the next week with Cam in super heat.

By the time he'd finished repeatedly replaying the phone call in his mind, the sun had already gone down, and Ryan was pretty exhausted from all the stressing out he had been doing. Maybe he'd figure something out with a good night's rest.