PIECE 
A        OF YOU

"You're the best on the team!" 

Cody hung his head in his hands and looked down between his track shorts. He hadn't bothered changing back into his normal clothes before school ended, and had instead decided to stay behind to have exactly this conversation. He knew something like this would happen, but it was still painful to go through. The animated bulldog standing above him threw his plastic water bottle across the locker room, where it clattered loudly against the tile floor. "You can't just quit on me now!"

Taking in a breath, Cody looked up at the man, who was dressed in his traditional track shorts and bulging wife beater. For a football coach, he wasn't exactly the model physique he demanded from his players.  "It's not that I'm quitting, coach. I just want to spend some more time away from the pitch." Cody muttered, almost to himself.

Coach Hoffner scoffed. Placing his fists against his hips, he looked off towards the empty showers and paused for thought. Cody always thought his habit of putting his hands on his hips made him look a bit like an old housewife. The thought made him want to smile, but he knew that it'd only exacerbate the situation. 

"Your grades are fine," Coach said under his breath. "I don't see you getting in much trouble in school. Hell, even your folks show up to more matches than they miss." He turned towards Cody, who had instinctively looked down between his track shorts. "What's this really about?" He asked, his voice lined with genuine concern. "Is there something you gotta tell me?" 

Cody sighed silently. Hoffner was right; his grades were high enough to keep him in school, and his parents were proud that their pure-bred hound son was making the school's team look good. There wasn't anything more for it; he'd have to tell the truth. 

"Is... is it drugs?" The coach whispered, his concern growing further. Cody grimaced up at him and shook his head. "Nothing like that." He muttered. "I'm not THAT dumb." 

"Well, what else could it be?" Hoffner asked aggressively, throwing his arms up in a melodramatic fashion. After a moment, he ran his palms through his short head fur in confusion. "Do you have a problem with someone on the team? I thought we all got on real well!" 

Cody grimaced. "It's... You know me pretty well, coach, right?" The large man nodded, his face still stricken with confusion. "And you know about my... breed." 

Hoffner blinked. "Yeah, yer a hound. One of the best runner hounds I've ever coached, frankly." He huffed outwardly. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"N-no, coach..." Cody stood up, rising to dwarf Hoffner and turning to face away from the coach. He hissed through his teeth. This was a lot harder than he'd have thought. "You know my family. We're... modular, and..."

"...Yeah, and yer can take bits of yourself off." The coach scoffed again. "Bit weird when I first heard of it, but I've since met some others of yer type." He placed a hand roughly on the hound's shoulder, trying to show emotional support that he clearly wasn't used to. Doubtless, most players weren't this evasive about their issues. "So, what? Someone giving you trouble for being a moddy?" 

Cody shook his head again and turned to face the pitbull. His face was flushed with worry, and he couldn't bring himself to look the coach in his eye. Hoffner tilted his head curiously and lowered his voice. "Is someone threatening you, Cody?" 

"Coach, I can't..." The gruff man pulled the hound into his shoulder for a rough hug. It wasn't easy, since the boy was easily a head taller than him, but he did his best all the same. "Nonesense, lad. You've come a long way since you first tried out. You got my full confidence, you know that." 

"...'ve lost it..." Cody muttered quietly. The coach pulled back slowly, looking into the tall boy's eye. "What was that? C'mon, speak up. It's just us here." He said quietly. 

"I've... I can't find part of myself." He whispered. The coach blinked. 

"What? Yer got your arms and legs and your tail is where it belongs, right? What could you have--" 

A deathly silence hung between the two men. Slowly, the coach trailed his eyes down the boy's body, subtly checking each joint he could find, until he finally landed at Cody's shorts. 

"...oh." 

"N-Nobody can know!" Cody whispered harshly, pushing the coach away slightly as he returned to his seated position. "I-I can't have people knowing I've l-lost my..." There was an awkward silence.

"...Well isn't that the dog's boll--" Hoffner whispered to himself, stopping only when he caught Cody glared at him. He slowly trailed off, and muttered a quick apology. A few minutes of silent chin-scratching followed, until Cody broke the silence. 

"I have to find it." He muttered, his voice betraying the defeat he felt already. "I can't go on like this." 

The coach sat down next to him on the bench, making it creak painfully. Both elected to ignore the sound. "Well, how long since... you last had it?" Hoffner asked, trying to choose his words very carefully. 

"Thursday." Cody muttered. Coach nodded solemnly. "Almost a week." He muttered to himself. "Cody, I can't imagine--" 

"No, you can't." The hound returned flatly, cutting the larger man off mid-thought. "I can still... feel it. I just don't know where it could have gone. It was in my bag before the match, and then..."

 The coach turned the words around in his for a moment, his face scrunched up in visible difficulty as he flexed empathetic muscles he hadn't used in a long time. After another minute of thoughtful silence, he sighed. "Take some time off." He muttered, sounding almost as defeated as the dismembered player. "Just make sure you keep me updated, alright?" 

Cody nodded sadly, and stood up to leave. Without a word, he grabbed his sports bag from under the bench and walked out the doorway. After trotting to the showers to retrieve his beat up water bottle, the coach followed him, muttering under his breath about the boy's poor luck. Finally, the locker room was empty. 

Well, from an outwards appearance at least. 

Once I was sure they had both left, I peaked my pointed ears over the top of the 
lockers. Silence, perfect. 

With some effort, I slid my way out from the small gap between the rows of lockers; a space everybody but the janitors seemed to forgot existed. It was far too small for any regular person to get into; at least, any regular football player. Fishing my own rucksack out from the small gap, I threw it over my shoulder, feeling the fleshy weight press against my back as I sauntered my way out of the locker room. Sometimes, it's good to be a cat. 

--=--

Football players at Bark's Academy were dogs. It's not that it was a canine-only school; on the contrary, the school boasted one of the most accepting and tolerant faculty in the county. All of the football players being the same species was simply a coincidence, according to the coach, nutritionist support staff, and alumni principle head, all of whom happened to also be canines of exceptional family legacy. The coach's grandfather was one of the best football players of his time, and had brought the academy into the limelight as the 'place to be' for young athletes back before the laws for open and equal education of species were enforced properly. 

As I stroll through the hallways, I see many species of straggling students bee-lining their way towards their lockers, or towards the exit to go home after a long day of learning. A pair of lizardian twins glared at me as I passed by, but I shoot them a toothy grin. I think they're glaring, at least; it's so hard to tell with those cold-blooded types. It didn't matter, anyway. I can hardly contain my happiness as I trounce my way towards one of the wide exits, my prized possession finally within my grasp. It had taken weeks of planning, days of preparation, note-taking, and watching those ridiculous football matches. I knew I'd succeed, eventually; the moment I heard Cody was a moddy from an overheard whispered rumour, I knew I had to have a piece of him. I could never have dreamed it'd be the piece currently held in my rucksack's soft, cotton-lined interior. 

From what I recall, there was some push back when the school quietly opened its doors to the modular community, a normally fenced-off and highly bred type of family lineage that usually had its own universities, city functions, and colleges. There had been a few whispers about who might be moddy, and a few instances of students attempting to pull one another apart until the principle stepped in and issued severe warnings to all students about species-specific roughhousing. Nobody had known for sure who might have been a modular, and who might not. I was in that camp too, not long ago; I'd set up to spy on different groups between classes, hoping to catch someone in a compromising position. Aside from leaning that the science faculty all seemed to be brewing their own vodka in the secondary supply closets and that the english teacher collected a surprising amount of pet rocks, I'd mostly come up empty. That's when I'd heard the rumour. 

"They say they all put them in buckets before a big match." Someone sitting at a nearby lunch table had said. I paused mid-crunch of the apple I was finishing my meal with. "No way," someone next to them had responded. "The whole team can't be moddies, that's stupid." The first voice shushed them in a panicked tone, piquing my interest further. The apple could wait.

"Lucy said it's because they don't wanna get injured, or something." The first voice said. It sounded female, perhaps one of the raccoon girls I'd noticed gossiping in the hallways occasionally. Rodent families never seemed to appreciate just how sensitive feline ears could be, and at that moment I was more than happy to let them live in that fictitious world. "They'd just wear cups, or whatever they're called. Lucy doesn't know what she's talking about." The second voice responded, another female rodent of some description. It's a shame my ears didn't act as visual periscopes as well, otherwise I could tell for sure. 

"I'm telling you! You know when Cody broke up with her before break?" There was a pause, in which I assumed the other voice's owner nodded. "Well, she said it was because he had intimacy problems--" 

"Big surprise." The second voice muttered. The two girls giggled to themselves for a moment, before the first voice continued on. "No, but like, when she was leaving his house--" 

"Up in the village?" The second voice interrupted again. I rolled my eyes and took another bite of my apple, figuring this probably wasn't going anywhere. 

"Well that's the thing, right? He said that wasn't even his house! He said his uncle 
let him stay there while he was going to school here, so she thought like, he must have lived somewhere else first, right? Well, like, he did, and she said as she was leaving, she spotted a picture on a wall, right, with Cody, and his uncle, and like... some brother or something, I don't remember." With the apple eaten, I moved on to my dessert: Jellied tuna. Delicious. 

"Yeah, so?" The second voice echoed my own thoughts. "Well," The first voice continued, audibly smiling as her voice was reduced to a whisper. If I wasn't a feline, I might not have heard what she said next, and I wouldn't currently be making my way home with a wide grin on my face. 

"In the picture, he didn't have his arms! She confronted him about it and he admitted it!" 

It took all the effort I had in this world not to turn my jellied tuna into a half-chewed projectile. I swallowed it down, barely, but apparently the second girl wasn't quite as easily shocked as I was. "Bullshit." She said loudly. "Lucy's such a liar, and even if she saw what she said she saw, it's probably just like, a photoshop or something." 

The two girls then began to argue about Lucy's truthfulness, but I'd lost interest in their discussion. I had finally acquired my first target. I was going to get a piece of Cody, whoever that turned out to be. Over two weeks of planning, and another hellish week of waiting while I waited to see how Cody would react; I'd stashed it behind the lockers, in a place even the janitors didn't seem to know existed. After all, he could have told the principle, and I might have been caught if I'd tried to take it away on the day it disappeared. I had to wait, and that's just what I did, no matter how painful it may have been to delay my capture of a piece of Cody.

And now, I have one. The best piece, some might say. 

My home wasn't that far away, but it seemed like miles with the precious cargo I was transporting. If anybody looked in my bag, they'd have seen it, and I'd be caught. All that planning and sneaking around while the football match was playing would be for naught. Of course, there was no reason anybody would look into the bag of some random academy student making his way home, but these were the workings of a paranoid mind; every car that crawled past seemed to spell my doom, every civilian crossing my path secretly an agent waiting for my capture. I did eventually make it home unmolested, and I could barely stop myself sprinting into the front door like a maniac. I did manage, but as soon as the door was closed and my jacket was on the hook, I sped as fast as my clawed feet could carry me to my bedroom, where I slammed the bedroom door closed a little harder than intended and slapped the wall switch for my bedroom light.

I took a breath. I had to take a minute, a second, a moment to appreciate what I'd just done. With great care, I set down my rucksack in the middle of my floor, rubbed my paws together, and slowly unzipped it. I wasn't expecting my trophy to be standing proud, and yet part of me was still a little disappointed when I peered into the bag, only to be greeted by Cody's limp member nestled between my lighter academy books and my pencil case. The balls hung closely to the base of the detached sheath, as if hugging closely for warmth. I tilted my head, my smile growing a little less manic and a little more considerate. 

"Well hey there, little guy." I muttered to myself, carefully pushing my black paws into the bag to fish out the stolen member. It was heavier than I remember, but then the last time I was holding this piece I was riding a euphoric high on the thought I might be caught in the act of fishing it out of Cody's tightly strung-shut sports bag. Poor guy should have double-knotted, I suppose. 

I smiled. "Heh. Knotted." 

I shook the double entendre out of my mind and sat on the edge of my bed, cradling Cody's junk like one would an injured animal. I gasped in shock as, just after the fuzzy package brushed against my comparatively stiff wrist fur, it twitched. I smiled at my own foolishness; of course it'd twitch. No doubt Cody was wondering why his junk was being felt up in such a way. I'd heard stories, so naturally I looked up the what biology I could find on the web. There were a lot of conflicting reports and misinformation, but a lot of sources seemed to agree on at least one thing; dismembered parts still sent and received stimuli to and from their respective owners. Then the sources started talking about the tests and trials done in the past, and I quickly lost interest. The past is a dark time, I thought to myself as I stared down at the twitching morsel in my arms. The future will be brighter, oh yes. 

The first thing I did was hold it up to examine it properly. I hadn't really had a chance in the locker room, after all, and until now it'd been far too risky to take it out to have a proper look. It was interesting; the fur around where the sheath and balls would connect to Cody's crotch was shorter than the rest of it, but still the same pale white fur that adorned the rest of the owner's body. There was no patch of skin showing that might indicate where or how it would be reattached, which I found especially curious. But, I shrugged. 

"Alright," I muttered to myself happily, tossing the examined member onto my pillows. "Science through examination can only get us so far. Time for some real empirical testing!" 

I hopped onto the bed more fully, tucking my legs under me like a curious beast as I stalked over to my pillows, finally pouncing upon my prey with both paws. I squeezed it gently, and felt it twitch between my digits. It was a surreal feeling; like pushing my hands into someone else's private bedroom, unseen. I gave his sheath another squeeze, and my eyes lit up as I spotted a moment of pink around the opening. Could it be true that Cody liked being felt up? I rolled my eyes at having thought such a stupid question. Of course he did. He was probably used to it, with all the female attention he gets at the academy. 

"Not that I'm jealous or anything." I muttered to myself. I was suddenly aware that I'd been lost in thought while holding Cody's member, and had mindlessly been palming his heavy testicles; rolling them slowly between my fingers while lost in thought. Without him there to give me audible feedback, I'd barely noticed that his tip had emerged from the safety of its furry sheath. It was peeking out, glistening against the warm orange glow of my ceiling light fixture. "Beautiful..." I whispered, noting how my warm breath against the fleshy skin elicited another subtle twitch. 

Holding the growing trophy in my left hand, I ran the index finger of my right across the stiffening skin. It was harder than I thought it'd be, and totally smooth; my experience with male genitalia, admittedly limited to my own and whatever I could search up online, had robbed me of this tactile experience. I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. As if in response, the member grew another couple of inches, slowly stiffening against my soft touch. I tentatively wrapped my fingers around the exposed flesh, barely long enough to fit four of my fingers around it, and gave it a soft squeeze. It pulsed back in my hand, fighting against my tightening embrace, all the while stiffening further. Inch after inch pushed out of the soft sheath and into my palm, twitching and growing like some kind of mythical creature. I stared at it as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world, because to me it truly was. 

I found myself reflexively swallowing at the spectacle before me. Without even thinking, I felt my tongue slide out from between my lips and inch its way closer to its target. As my warm breath rolled over the exposed flesh and my fingers started rolling up and down the stretched, glistening skin, I felt it twitch again, then again. I barely even noticed my palm getting moist before my tongue made contact, and at that point I was far too far gone to care. I rolled my tongue up the shaft, savouring the taste of the big, strong football player I held the essence of in the palm of my hands. A moment later, I felt a different kind of twitch; not the slow, rhythmic pulse of a long-distant heartbeat, but instead a reflexive pulse of discomfort. The balls in my left palm scrunched up towards the base of the shaft, making it a little unbalanced. It almost tipped itself directly into my open mouth before I caught it with my right hand, turning it a little as to right it in my hands. 

"Oh, right. Barbed tongue." I muttered. "I guess you're not used to that, yet." I added with a smirk. With a shrug, I instead gripped the base of the shaft with my left hand to keep it steady as I wet my right with my tongue, making sure to get as much of the taste of the cock from my fingers before returning them to the stiffening shaft, which pulsed again in response. I smiled, wondering just how much further this guy would grow before the night was out. Again as if to answer a question I hadn't asked out loud, I noticed a small bulge form at the very base of the shaft; a signal it would grow no further. He was still an impressive sight; easily six inches of hardened canine cock, fully standing to attention under my tender loving care. It was almost enough to make a cat cry. 

I continued my massage treatment, running my slickened paw up and down his shining length in rhythm with the pulsing twitches that emanated forth from it in return. I don't know exactly how long I sat there, staring star-struck at the beautiful bounty before me. As I continued pawing him off, I started to imagine what Cody must be going through; perhaps he was home alone, desperately searching for his dismembered member, perhaps wondering who or what could be causing such sensations. The thought of it alone, that I was the one jacking him off and that he may never know who or why it was happening, brought me to giddiness. I couldn't wait any longer, I had to have him inside me one way or another. 

Of course, I'd not exactly planned on what to do with him after I had successfully accomplished my heist. If I had thought ahead a little more, perhaps I'd have gone to one of those online specialty shops that boast a wide range of species-specific silicone toys. I could have trained with one of those, perhaps while envisioning the fun I'd have with my dearly beloved Cody cock. Instead, the spur-of-the-moment cat that I am, I simply shrugged, opened my paw, and clamped it around the first few inches of his pulsating length. I made sure to keep my lips tucked around my teeth, and my tongue heavily salivated before it made contact with his sensitive skin. All of this thoughtfulness seemed to pay off; rather than the panicked twitching my tongue had elicited before, I was treated to a long strain, as if his cock instinctively knew it wanted to go deeper into my warm, moist maw. 

Well, who was I to deny such a request? I pulled his cock upwards with one paw, while the other wrapped around his lower shaft, ensuring I wouldn't catch any teeth should he continue to twitch. My mouth was soon filled with his twitching meat, the musky, salty taste flooding all my senses. I had buried my face into Cody's crotch in all but presence, and it felt... right, somehow. Even though the sensation was based on a theft, it felt like all my life had been leading up to this moment, that each piece of the universe had clicked perfectly into place to have me here, sitting on my bed, with a canine cock twitching against the back of my tongue. I dared myself further, pushing him further in with a heavy sigh until I felt the tip of him against the back of my throat. I almost instinctively gagged, but managed to hold back. Something to try for later, for sure, but I wouldn't want to spoil our first time together. 

Instead of forcing more of his man meat down my gullet, I elected instead to simply run my lips over his shaft, gently sucking him off as I dragged him in and out of my maw. The salty taste was not only ever-present, but also increasing in intensity. I reasoned that he must be leaking precum onto my tongue, and that thought alone almost made me prematurely ruin my boxers. That reminded me that I was still wearing boxers; a mistake I'd quickly remedy. 

"Sorry, one sec." I whispered to my new favourite friend as I pulled him out of my maw and sat him on my pillow. He twitched in moist protest, but was otherwise powerless to do anything about my actions. I quickly stood up and stripped down, removing my trousers and shirt first before moving onto my boxers. They were already starting to moisten at the crotch, where my cock had been leaking in protest of being untouched. I wrapped my paw around it and sighed heavily, happy to have remembered my own needs as well as that of my guest. Without further delay, I slid onto the bed to re-join him. If I didn't know any better, I'd have sworn he reached up to greet me as I scooped him back into my paws. Maybe he just didn't like the cold air against his wet skin; something I could and would quickly fix. I slid him back into my maw as I laid on my back, feeling him twitch and leak more of the delicious precum onto my tongue. I purred instinctively, which only made him twitch and tense up further. I held him with one paw, as the other was occupied southwards on my own cock, stroking it in time with its face-fucking-focused twin. I laid there, enjoying the sensation of Cody's stiff cock sliding past my lips, against my lubricated tongue, and just barely touching the back of my throat. In, out, in... it was heavenly. 

Unfortunately, Cody must have felt much the same way. I started noticing that it was getting harder and harder to get his shaft out of my maw, after every other twitching thrust my left paw facilitated. I ignored it for the most part, far too lost in pleasure to be concerned with something as subtle as a mild case of jaw fatigue. That was a mistake, as I found out less than a minute later when I tried to pull Cody's shaft out of my mouth completely, and found myself unable. 

I blinked in confusion, sitting up a little and pulling a bit more firmly on the shaft. My eyes widened in gradual realisation; I'd been so lost in what I was doing that I hadn't noticed that 'mild' swelling at the base of his cock getting bigger, and due to its almost tear-drop shape, it had become lodged between the roof of my mouth and my lower jaw. I tried to open my maw further to get it out, but found my muscles inadequate. I'd stretched my maw out so gradually that I hadn't noticed I was at my limit until it was far too late. Cody remained firmly lodged, twitching incessantly against the back of my tongue as I pulled again at the sheath, growing increasingly desperate to part myself from this devil's treasure. It quickly became clear that it wasn't going to happen. 

Each time I tugged on the shaft to try and remove it, the bulging knot only seemed to grow more, one centimetre at a time. If it grew any more, I feared my jaw would straight-up fall off entirely. With my growing panic, my breath started to become more rapid, and my tongue danced around the intruder instinctively as if seeking an exit from my mouth. All of this sensation doubtless played a role in exciting him further. I looked down at myself, or at least as much of myself as I could see with a furry mound buried against my panting nose, and noticed that some traitorous part of my mind had told my right paw to continue rubbing myself off. My eyes rolled backwards as I fell against my pillows, the force ramming Cody's cock tip against the back of my throat for a moment. I couldn't help it. Perhaps it was the fact that I had fallen into the classic canine trap of thinking I could innocently give him head without consequence, or maybe it was the overwhelming waves of pleasure that wracked my body into paralysis. Either way, I knew I was close to having one of the strongest orgasms of my life. Some part of my thought that, even if I didn't survive what happened next, I might just be okay with that. 

That was the last thought to go through my head before it came. 'It', in this case, being Cody. 

I felt him pulsating in my maw, but there was a growing urgency to it now. The knot beat like the heart of an athlete between my lips, one of my paws busily sped up and down my own cock as the other helplessly gripped the sheets below my, as if silently begging for the release that was shortly coming. He pulsed, again and again, faster and faster, twitching, bracing against my warm flesh, until he'd finally reached his limit. If I hadn't sat up at exactly the right moment, I may well have drowned; the sheer volume and force with which Cody's cock came against the back of my throat split my choices between swallowing his load or dying in what may well be the MOST compromising position someone can be found in.

I decided on the former, however it wasn't easy. My cheeks bulged as he shot rope after rope of thick, hot cum into my maw. I'd have tried to spit it out if I could part my jaws at all, but his inflated knot forced a vacuum seal around my lips. This forced all the pressure against my throat, which had no such advantage. I felt his hot cum force its way down my throat and into my stomach, pump after pump, each viscous drop promising more to come. I swallowed all I could at first, but he continued cumming even between gulps, which only forced more of his cum up and into my only air source. I felt his seed dribble out of my nostrils as I desperately gasped and gagged around his knotted member. The lack of air combined with the sensation of having my stomach filled with hot canine spunk sent my mind to places I'd only ever heard about. I was in heaven, even though I could barely breath. My vision started to fade, filled with flashing sparks and round orbs as the world around me faded into obscurity. I almost didn't feel my own orgasm as it followed his beastly crescendo, but I recognised the hot liquid feeling splashing against my belly, then my arms, then against my left cheek. I'd cum harder than I ever had before, yet I was paralysed in my bed, staring into the light between worlds as I instinctively gulped down mouthful after mouthful of urgently produced Cody cum. 

Eventually, I did manage to start breathing again. At first it was just the desperate gasps of a dying man barely holding onto life, but as the disembodied member slowly began to slow its production down, it gradually became easier and easier to take in air between gulps. Within a few minutes, my mouth was empty enough to breath normally. My stomach was another story, but the pleasantly warm, full feeling in my belly was almost as good as the orgasm alone. I'd never have expected my first time with a guy to be so utterly brutal, and especially not so surprising. I casually tensed my jaw, and felt his knot twitch in response. I tried to glance down at my sullied body, but his twitching balls resting against my chin stopped me from being able to get a decent look. My body was exhausted, barely able to lift itself, and so I was forced to decide to simply lay there, stewing in my own profane and perverse pleasure. 

--=--

It was almost twenty minutes later before I managed to un-clench my jaw from around Cody's intruding member. I know because every few minutes I'd glance at the clock on my bedside desk and try, and each time he'd deny me my freedom. I'd cleaned up what cum I could from my face and chest with my nearby packet of wet wipes, but it was very difficult without being able to see the real state of my fur. I could normally have checked myself in a nearby mirror, but the sheer force of my orgasm had apparently turned my legs into tuna jelly. Walking wasn't really an option at this point. 

When he did reluctantly reduce his iron grip on my aching jaw, I placed him carefully under my pillow. I spared him a look of gratitude, even while massaging the joint in my jaw that had come under the most strain. I smiled, through slight pain, and thanked him for the new experience. "I'll hahe chu get hused choo haat." I said through my aching. I gently placed my pillow over the twitching, slowly deflating member, and then placed my head slowly on top of that. A satisfied sigh escaped my sticky lips. It wasn't as I'd expected it to be, that's for sure, but on the other hand... I can't imagine Cody had expected it much either. I smiled, though it did make me wince. 

"Some things are worth being surprised for."

To Be Continued, Probably...