Game night. A sacred tradition among dudley dudes everywhere. Long has it been a pillar of highschool-aged male bonding in the 21st century. Nothing but the guys, a mountain of snacks, and a brand new copy of the latest hit videogame: bodacious zombie slayers 13: atomic samurai army. It was the perfect weekend. The master plan came together perfectly. Except for one small hiccup…

Four teen guys sat together in the cafeteria of Roarington academy. Judging eyes glared at them as they shared a meal, not that they cared. The reason for their glares was absurd in their minds, hardly worth noting. All those other losers were worked up over one tiny detail: each member of their little group happened to be a different species. Brock, a cheetah. Alex, a raccoon. meeko, a skunk. And Toki, a vampire bat.

Though far from a crime, interspecies friendships were rather uncommon in their area. And there was more than enough social stigma to ensure anyone caught hanging “outside of their own kind” would quickly become somewhat of a pariah in the school. “Kind”, in this instance, moreso referred to classification than specific sub-species. Cheetahs should hang with felines, skunks with mustelids, etcetera. such was the natural order, and disturbing it was a fast-track to much public ire. Fine by them. Hell, it may very well have been part of the reason they got along in the first place. The ruffians of the school, so to speak, the others knew well by now there was little point in bothering to actually directly voice their judgements to them. Lest they end up looking like they’d dove through a wood-chipper and smelling like a skunk’s ass for weeks. 

So there they sat, totally oblivious and laughing amongst each other. Plenty of space between their end of the table and the rest of the lunchtime losers thanks to meeko’s, err…unique aroma. Ok, Brock admitted to himself. The dude reeks. Ya kinda got used to it. A little bit. Eventually. Sorta. The mustelids generally had their own table, but it would be super illegal to make it an actual school policy. Plus, they were all huge soybeans. Or so meeko had informed the guys. He’d long since abandoned the mustelied table to hang with his actual friends, and they all no doubt preferred it that way. Or at least Brock hoped. He had to admit it was a little hard to eat around meeko, But he’d never say that to him. Because it doesn’t actually matter, at all. Those fucking losers. It’s not like meeko woke up this morning and decided-bah! It didn’t matter. Thinking about it too much was just gonna make him slice somebody. The lads, as brock liked to call them, didn’t care at least. He hoped their joking was usually raucous enough to mostly drown out the whispered off-comments and occasional over-dramatic gag from passersby. 

“So then I told him, listen dude, I might eat trash but even I have standards. Keep waving that nasty girlfriend of yours around and I’m gonna have to puke!” 

The group erupts as alex finishes his story, brock taking the following break in conversation to reveal the news.

“Awww, go easy on her dude! After all, I bet even stacy is less hopeless than you on…bodacious zombie slayers.”

A hush falls over the group, as brock looks about with a satisfied smirk.
“No way. You don’t, you can’t. It’s not even out until next week!” a high-pitched, absolutely ador-erm, ahem! A high-pitched voice proclaims. Perhaps the finest zombie-slayer among them, toki. Perhaps…the main reason brock had gone to such trouble to get ahold of an early copy. Maybe. Kinda. Sorta. Not that he’d ever say it out loud.

“Oh yes way. I can, and I do. Told you my dad’s friend’s cousin’s uncle works for distractivision. One quick mowed lawn, cheetah-speed later…and wham! Zombie-crushing extraordinaire brock is prepared to reclaim his title!”

“This weekend! It’s 4-player co-op just like the last one yeah?” proclaimed an excitable skunk, tail now flagged high in the air behind him, much to the dismay of the opposing table back there. Not that anyone but brock noticed, of course. The lads were quite dense most times, sometimes he was thankful for that.

“I’m down if you ladies are! My place. Parents are off on one of their dumb business trips all week again. 3 days! Friday to sunday. Zombie-crusher brock wants plenty of time to drill this defeat into your minds.”

Almost in uniscent, the lads seal their fate.

“You’re on!”

One painfully uneventful school week later, the time has finally come. A yellow blur zips around the house, making the final preparations for the ultimate gaming marathon. Tok-err, the lads will be over any minute, and everything has to be perfect. 

The house was a bit cluttered. intentionally so, actually. Alex always seemed a bit uncomfortable in an overly clean environment. Practically every room had one of those dumb plug-in air fresheners in it, though stopping the entire house from smelling like meeko for days after their marathons had thusfar proven a mostly futile effort. The fridge was packed with snacks, and there’d be plenty of delicious pizza ordered later. 

Included in the bountiful snacks which brock had stocked the fridge full of was something a bit less appetizing, at least to his eyes. On the bottomost of the fridge’s various glass shelves were several sealed packets stacked atop each other. packets of…blood. Something he was sure to always have in bountiful supply.

Toki was a vampire bat. As such, he could derive little nutrients from anything else. Though some more intricate, and presumably tasty blood-based delicacies existed, the majority of toki’s species didn’t bother with them. Such dishes were a novelty more than anything, as vampire bats apparently found raw blood itself more than delicious enough. 

With them all being from quite different species, discussions centering around one of the lad’s unique biology would occasionally come up. Toki and meeko were most often the center of these conversations, as their species were comparatively less common in the area.

During one such conversation, Brock recalled, Toki had described the experience of drinking blood as “like seeing color for the first time, every time. And when you’re done…everything is gray again, for just a second. And you kinda wanna go back.” 

He recalled a brief pause after this answer. A bit of an awkward silence even, but only for a moment before he’d broken it with some sort of joke. He guessed the rest of the lads had agreed that that answer was a little…more intense than they’d been expecting. It had been delivered as casually as anything on toki’s part though, so they didn’t linger on it for long.

He’d even recalled toki mentioning that the blood of different species tasted different, and he had his own personal tier list…

His wandering thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Toki! 

Sniff, sniff…on second thought, it was probably meeko. He was the most punctual of the lads for sure, usually arriving to their various meetups first. Why had-eh, it didn’t matter. Slamming the fridge door a bit carelessly, he raced to the door to greet him. Dammit! A concerning crash sound had come from inside the fridge as he did so. He’d check it out after bringing meeko in.

“Well well, if it isn’t-holy yarnball in the sky! It’s coming down out there!”

Brock’s well-rehearsed introductory taunt was interrupted by the sight of a mighty blizzard starting up. The forecast had been for a light sprinkle! Meeko had become more white than black in the brief walk from his mom’s car to the door. He ushered the small ball of fluff and stink inside, before the poor lad froze solid.

“Oh? What’s this? Is the zombie-crusher extraordinaire scared of a little snow?”
The skunk replied, his tail giving a few self-satisfied flickers for emphasis.

“That’s it little lady, it’s time I add skunk-crusher extraordinaire to my list of titles!”

With that, brock pulled him deeper into the house, the pair starting up match number six hundred twenty-two of their routine mock-wrestling bouts. Of course, brock would always win if he gave much effort, but he let meeko take him down on occasion just to humor the little guy. In the midst of their tussle, He wondered briefly who’d win in a real fight. Before his nose reminded him that was a foolish question. For all the fo-macho posturing the lads enjoyed, a jokingly raised tail from meeko could still make brock’s ears fold flat like he’d just stared down the barrel of a cannon. Though he’d deny any actual nervousness, laughing and quickly moving on.

The lads had been a crew for years. Brock had once been in a fist fight with some football loser in middle school that…wasn’t really going in his favor. Until a certain angry skunk showed up, tail raised like a battle flag. If only that wolf could run that fast at playoffs, he’d be an all-star. For his ego’s sake, brock didn’t like to re-visit that memory too often. What a strange thing to pop into his mind while he had said skunk in quite an impressive headlock, he thought.

Ding-dong!

“Heh! Saved by the bell!”
Commented brock, as he released his fragrant friend and made for the door.

Alex. the newest member of “the crew”, so to speak. Brock, meeko and toki had known each other since elementary school. They’d only run into alex in highschool, but he’d already brought a very welcome dose of culture to the group. It was alex who introduced the lads to bodacious zombie slayers, and to several more passions outside of violence and vandalism. They were fortunate to have met him, brock thought. They’d gotten into a lot less trouble since then. He wondered who’s week they might be ruining tonight had he not enlightened them about the fine arts of game night.

Though if brock were to rank the lads, alex would probably be at the bottom of the tier list. Not by far, he’s a fine lad and all. Just a bit…normal, perhaps? A bit like vanilla ice cream. Reliable, but not particularly exciting. Regardless, the lads were better off for knowing him. He was thankful to him for that. 

Ushering him in, the trio looked at each other with mischievous eyes. Wordlessly, they’d all reached the same conclusion. one perk of hanging around a skunk so often? Nobody would question if you smelled a bit off. There wasn’t enough weed in the world to overpower the signature…eau de meeko, so to speak, that was practically branded into all the lads’ fur at this point.

And so, they indulged. Toki didn’t partake, and had turned them down immediately when they’d begun their illicit little hobby some months ago. Something about vampire bats being particularly prone to addiction. Brock wondered if that was true, or just some bullshit bigots in lab coats had fed him. In any case, they needn’t wait for him, so it’d be a good way to pass the time until he arrives. A bit of laughably fake wrestling on the television and a few joints was never a bad plan of action.

Toki. toki, toki. What could better describe toki than…adorable. His squeaky little batty voice, his fragile, small little frame, easily the smallest among the group. His perpetual energy, always giggling and making a joke of the world. Those smooth wings that made for the BEST hugs, of which he gave often and with none of the trying-way-too-hard-to-be-cool reservation of any other guy brock knew. Referring back to his tier list, toki was easily his favorite lad. In truth, toki was…well, his favorite person in general. Though the thought of telling him that terrified him.

Ok…so maybe he had a little tiny bit of a…crush…on toki. But toki had no idea of course. You can’t just…talk about feelings, and junk. That’s awkward, that kills the vibe. It’s better to just go with the flow, not mess anything up. What was he supposed to do, make a big girly confession of love in the middle of zombie-slaying? Dude, nice headshot! Be with me forever please. Pffffttt…

Still, it’d almost be worth it just to see his reaction. brock imagined it’d be hilariously cute, if only for a second. But after the little dude had calmed down, what would he say? There was no telling. To his memory, none of the lads had ever been in a relationship. Come to think of it, brock wasn’t even sure of toki’s orientation, or any of the lads for that matter. Brock himself was bi. He imagined that of all the lads, toki definitely seemed the least…straight? 

Toki was by far the most physically affectionate of them. Hugs were practically banished by the unspoken sacred bro-code at their age. But that rule seemingly didn’t apply to toki. Perhaps it was simply that none of the lads could bring themselves to say something quite as brash as “don’t hug me” to that cute face. And so while the rest of the lads greeted each other with a fist-bump, or casual taunt of some sort, perhaps even a surprise suplex if they were feeling particularly generous…toki greeted with a hug. And not some quick little side-hug, nah. The full soap-opera experience. A pouncing hug, tight and long. He’d even give meeko a few sniffs when it was his turn. God that was so cute.

All that to say, in essence, if toki had suddenly confessed he was gay to the lads, he’d hardly get a reaction. Save for maybe a few poorly-suppressed purrs from a certain cheetah…

Maybe brock could just-

Ding-dong!

Toki! Brock hoped the lads hadn’t noticed the involuntary flickers the tip of his tail had begun as he hopped off the couch and headed towards the door.

“Heh! I was beginning to think you’d chickened out! Of course, i can’t blame ya. After all, these RIPPLING muscles can be a bit-mrrrp!”

An embarrassing chirp escaped him as his taunt was cut off by the sudden embrace of one chilly bat boy. Those smooth membrane-like wings wrapping around his back and dispersing an even chill throughout him, the tickly sensation of toki’s cold nose rubbing against his chest through his shirt…it took all of brock’s resolve to not start purring like an idiot right then and there.

“Fweh! warm~”
Squeaked out the little mammal, squeezing his friend tightly in the doorway.

“Eheh, y-yeah…ahem! G-good to see ya too, bro.”

Brock’s tail coiled his own leg as if it were trying to strangle it, before toki released him already. You didn’t have to let go so soon…if only he had the confidence to say something like that.

At last, the dream team was assembled. There they sat around brock’s weird half-circle couch his mother insisted upon getting in lue of a normal couch. At the time he’d thought she was being extra, but it’d actually proven quite handy when one had such a large group of lads.

In truth, brock always felt a bit awkward when the lads first gathered on the couch. It may have been a large group, but in a literal sense, brock was the only lad you could really consider “large”. He towered over the smaller species he spent so much time around. He couldn’t help but imagine himself as a housewife or something, watching over the little ones. The mental image never failed to draw a silent chuckle from him. From largest to smallest, it would have been brock, alex, meeko, and then toki. Brock was 6’3 tall, and 210 pounds. Though he’d never actually asked, none of the other lads could’ve been much above 5 feet. Toki was smaller yet, barely 4 feet tall. The cute little guy probably wasn’t even a hundred pounds. When he hugged brock, his head barely made it up to his chest. That wasn’t a bad thing though. his excitable little nuzzles there felt pretty nice…

Not all species were built the same. Though whether or not there were truly “smarter” species was a topic of much debate, there were definitely physical differences. For a full-on carnivore like brock, hurting any one of the lads accidentally was a real risk. He held back a lot in him and meeko’s little wrestling bouts. This risk was most serious in toki. Toki did not partake in roughhousing, nor would any of the lads consider it with him. It was sorta an unspoken thing that everyone understood. Even brock was not likely to seriously injure alex or meeko, a few bruises and sprains at worst. but this was not the case with toki. The gift of flight did not come without a cost, hollow bones could be broken easily. Protective muscles weighed a lot, and thus he had little. This was common sense. stories of bat and avian kids dying from playful roughhousing were not rare. Honestly, this knowledge filled brock with perhaps a bit too much paranoia. He was always just a touch too careful around the lads in this regard, and alex had even playfully grilled him on it a few times when it was just them alone.

The lads, in essence, treated toki as if he were made of paper. In all reality, most guys their age were needlessly cautious around flighted species. The overwhelming majority of accidental injuries were from huge carnivore dudes, but even so. it was better than the alternative of an awkward and embarrassing trip to the hospital. When you’re a highschooler, even the chance of awkwardness is to be avoided at all costs. That said, while they were all prone to banter, as any dudley dudes should be, species-specific jokes were never made. Just as they would pretend they didn’t have noses for meeko, toki’s physical frailness would never be directly mentioned. In a world were a lot of people genuinely thought the things one might incorporate into banter, it just didn’t seem appropriate.  

Brock guessed it was sorta the same for the few occasions where he’d catch himself purring at an awkward time…usually around toki. It wasn’t fair though! Even if they said nothing, brock was the only one who’s body would openly declare his thoughts without his say-so. Honestly they probably all suspected he had a thing for toki…well, at least he could run to the gas station for a fountain drink in ten minutes tops. They really ought to carry blood products, it’s ridiculous that a vampire bat living in brock’s area would have to go all the way across town for them.

“And here we see the wild brock, een es natural ‘abitat…his brain. Receding into his thoughts, much like me sheath straight back into me balls when me date mentions she’s into crystal healing, he sizes up his prey…a delicious-looking ba-”

Realizing he’d been staring at toki the entire time he’d been lost in thought, Brock nervously scrambled to cut off alex from letting anyone else in on that little detail.

“Ahem! Thank you steve ircoon, that’ll be all. I was just trying to figure out the best way to break it to ya…your mother and I are getting a divorce. Ahahahahahah!”

“Hah! Joke’s on you! I already knew, she’s leaving you for the milkman! And I’m the one who introduced them! bwehehehehehe!”

With that, alex pounced the larger male, who pretended to be knocked back by the impact so that they could begin a tussle on the floor. Toki cheered them both on, seemingly changing his mind on who he was rooting for every few seconds while he adorably bounced up and down and clapped his little wings together. Meeko, meanwhile, was busy going about the task of stacking every pillow in the house atop each other behind the couch, forming a sort of pillow-tower he dubbed the fluffspire.

Such antics continued on for some time. It was important to set the mood, so to speak. One doesn’t simply dive head-first into the zombie slaying immediately. But eventually, indeed, the time had come. As if psychically linked, the whole crew suddenly stopped their unfocused shenanigans to turn to each other. Whiskers twitched, tails flicked, toki whistled some cheesy western-standoff theme…and the games were on!

Tiddies. Violence. Manly metal riffs. Scoreboards. Brock, at the top of said scoreboards. All was as it should be. It was glorious. Hours passed, the sun beginning to dip below the horizon. With the grumbling of alex’s stomach, the call was made to pause. It was time to feast!

“Oi, all this team-carrying makes a zombie-crusher extraordinaire hungry! I’ll order some mama chungus’s. The usual?”

After much deliberation, the bro-council had finally decided on an order. Four pizzas, breadsticks, garlic twists, and a couple two liters of mountain don’t. Midway through the great siege of the fluffspire, it had finally arrived. The lads gathered ‘round, drooling in anticipation. All but toki, naturally. Brock hurried to correct his oversight.

“Oh! Got your slaying-fuel in the bottom shelf here toki. Lemme-ffffffuck…”

Opening the fridge, brocks ears fell flat immediately as his form shrunk back a bit. The crash from earlier! Apparently brock’s ever-impressive muscles had closed that door a bit too excitedly. Before him was a mess of a scene. Blood and soda splattered everywhere. It seemed the shelf right above toki’s meal had shattered, dropping a 12-pack box of soda cans right atop the blood packs…and bursting them all. The lads gathered around to stare awkwardly at the scene. Alex being the first to speak up.

“Damn shelves, they just ain’t made for mighty lads such as ourselves aye? Heh!”

Ever the mediator, he’d broken the awkward silence with a bit of a nervous chuckle before continuing.

“I don’t suppose you err…had any extras anywhere?

“Nah…those were uh…those were it.”

Shit. As the situation dawned on them, the crew stood silent for a moment. Vampire bats had very fast metabolisms. Simply going without for the night and figuring something out in the morning wasn’t an option. Toki would quite literally starve before then. Brock lived out in the country. Way out. There were of course emergency services for situations such as these, but that was a whole big awkward thing. And a pricey thing. A nervous little thing like toki, he’d hate that. He could call his parents? That wasn’t really much better, though. Mommy, save me! Nah. The lads, fresh out of ideas, all seemed to turn to address toki in uniscent. Meeko chimed in.

“So, err…what…do we do?”

Toki’s expression made brock want to crawl into a hole. He looked…guilty. Like this little scene was all his fault or something. He spoke up, voice a bit shaky. Just a bit, though.

“I’ll erm, c-call my mom. Yeah, no sweat bros. I’ll…shi-...shoot. No service. Anyone?” 

Hurriedly checking their phones, they all responded to the negative. A common occurance out in the country, and the blizzard wasn’t helping things. The situation had just gotten worse. Brock felt himself beginning to panic a little. They had no cars, not that any of them could drive anyways. Toki looked around the room nervously, before commenting again.

“Well…we uh…t-there…there is still blood here. Technically. You know…”

It seemed to take the lads a second to catch on. The three exchanged a few glances.

“Oh.” said a shy skunk, tail rather stiff behind him. Realization hitting the rest of the room at the same time. With a bit of a forced cough, brock replied in the affirmative.

“Y-yeah.” 

Claws fully deployed, his shorts received some minor tears as his paws nervously fidgeted at his sides. Alex was the first to break the awkward mood.

“Pfftt, scared of some ‘lil toki-fangs oh zombie crusher? Hah!” 
He taunted, putting brock in a headlock. That seemed to work, the weighty air had lightened for the time being.

“In your dreams little lady! Now hold still while I tie that smug tail into a pretzel!”

And like that, they were off. Crashing into the fluffspire and leaving just toki and meeko in the kitchen. Hugging his tail like a safety blanket, meeko knew he’d been relegated to inquire further.

“Soooo…how’s it…work?”

“Oh. erm, well. It doesn’t hurt. That much. It’s uh…better than a needle, actually. In terms of…not hurting. Doctors actually model certain kinds of equipment after-err, well, that’s besides the point. My err…spit…stops it from clotting. So i can…ya know.”

Alex and brock, despite their act, were listening intently in between taunts and suplexes.

“Mm. mmm…Not gonna lie that’s pretty bitchin’! Magic spit bro! I-oh! H-hi.”

 The fluffiest of the bunch was cut off by a sudden hug, and a few accompanying sniffs. One of these days he’s gonna ask toki what’s up with those…he didn’t think for a second he was making fun of him. He just wasn’t that type.

“Thanks.”

“Ahem! Err, yeah.” gently wrapping the small bat with his tail, he felt toki trembling a bit. Damn…it was no big deal, really.

Somewhat to meeko’s relief, they were cut off by alex, having emerged “victorious” from his duel with brock.

“Alright ladies, since you’re clearly in need of my wise leadership once more, how’s about this. One more round of bubblicious beach before we dig in. bottom of the scoreboard gets…the succ”

Alex really hoped his turn of phrase didn’t come off derogatory or something. Banter was really the only way he, or indeed any of the lads, knew to break tension. He stole a quick glance at toki, who seemed to be taking it in stride. He’d calmed down by now. Alex had hoped as much.

Down in brockville, however, it was a different story. Not that any of the lads could tell, master of machismo that he was. Ever since he’d realized what would need to happen, he couldn’t get the mental image out of his head. Toki…feeding on him. Cute little fangs buried in his fur…probably latched onto him, wings wrapped around his manly chest…woah! Code p! Code p! Think boring thoughts! Math class! Presidential debates! Brock, you listen to yourself right now! This is no time to start purring! Phew…maybe they didn’t hear. Say something you lug!

“Ahem! Makes sense to me. Meager noob-blood is better off fueling our second finest zombie slayer anyways.”

Noob-blood? Pfffttt! Toki couldn’t help but burst out into a series of high-pitched giggles. Brock always knew how to make him laugh. 

“Fwehehehe! Second best half-starved ya mean! Once i’ve feasted, yer goin’ down kitty!”

Kitty. Kitty, kitty…the word always sent a tingle up brock’s spine when it came from toki. Gods…he wanted to be his kitty. Although he was a bit ashamed of it, he’d seen more than his fair share of…vampire bat…porn. Feeding was a pretty common theme among the inter-species pairs he’d seen. A nibble here and there…it never even seemed to hurt…he made up his mind. he had to lose this competition. 

They can’t know. What kind of creep gets off on their friend biting them? No, it simply won’t do. As far as anyone needs to know, this is just the luck of the draw. A tiny quick thing that a dear friend needs. No biggie. He’ll just reel in his raw zombie-slaying talent a bit more this game. He’ll lose by just a little.

“We’ll see about that! Let the games begin in threetwoonenow!” 

zipping over to the couch, brock takes the initiative and starts the game before the lads are even prepared. That’ll show he wants to win, surely.

“H-hey!”

“No fair!”

“Oh, and you think atomic zombie samurais would play fair? Hah! What would you noobs do without papa brock?”

And so it began. Brock took an early lead with his surprise tactic, but slowly let it slip away. A missed headshot here, an unfondled tiddy there, slowly but surely he fell behind. Until he’d done it. The final scoreboard displayed, with him at the bottom of the three.

“Bwahahahaha! Classic brock, food-motivated as ever aye? Can’t focus without your yummynummies?”

Meeko concurred with alex’s ribbing, and the pair began to poke brock’s belly as they roast his gaming skills. The banter died down quickly, however, as they all turned toward toki. He’d been rather silent during the match, watching intently.

“Welp, the zombies have already made a snack outta him! May as well join in toki!”

“Eep! Erm, y-yeah, might as well, heh. Err…brock?”

Brock, naturally, was the only one in the room who didn’t notice the dopey grin spread across his face ever since losing.

“Ahem! Yeah bro, fair’s fair! So…uh…where do you…do it?”

“Your back is good. Um…kinda like the lower neck-shoulder area…ish? If that’s ok…”

Before toki could even finish, brock had removed his shirt. Partial nudity was actually a surprisingly common occurrence amongst the lads, as alex and brock worked out together in the garage pretty often.

“Yeah yeah ladies, drink it all in…i know it’s not every day ya get to be in the presence of such rock-solid pectorals. Hah!”

His bragging was met with the appropriate jabs and laughs. The thought perhaps being that enough banter could erase the awkwardness of the situation. And in brock’s mind, at least, it was mostly working.

“So erm…will there be a mess or?”

“Oh! No. the punctures will be pretty…small…”

“Ah. yeah. I’ll just…”

With that, brock assumed what he thought to be an appropriate position. Remaining on the couch, he presented his back to toki. he balled up a pillow against his stomach and hunched over a bit.

“Come on, i’m starved! We’ll leave these ladies to their makeout sesh.” With that, alex and meeko elected to get up and head to the kitchen a few feet away.

Sure enough, he eventually felt toki approach and…position himself. He meekly reached out, and wrapped brock in a gentle grip from behind. It was exactly the position brock had imagined!

“I’ll just sorta erm, hold on here for balance.”

“Y-yeah.”
Brock’s response was more a dazed whisper than a proper response.

“So, it’ll just take uh, a minute or two to get enough. Ready?”

“Y-yeah…”

Brock could suddenly feel a slightly chilly sensation just above his shoulder blade. At first, he thought toki had just been parting his fur or something. Until the sensation got colder, and then warm? He felt his fur dampen with a trickling warmth, and only then did he realize toki had already bitten him. his shoulder felt even warmer when toki started…lapping at it. Is that how it worked? Well, duh…how did he think it worked? It tickled a bit! He became more acutely aware of the two punctures in his shoulder. They stung for just a second. After a few licks to the region, however, the stinging seemed to dull. It morphed into more of a…tingle. A good tingle…

Oh shit. Code p. Don’t start-fff…that spit really is magic…he could feel toki’s saliva working it’s way into his wounds with each lick. Like a calming medicine, it cooled the area. numbed the burn, and left only more cool tingles in it’s place. Little rewards for staying still, for being a good kitty…

seems toki’s getting a free massage with his meal as well, as the low rumbling now escaping brock no longer cares for his opinion on the matter. He could feel toki’s heartbeat against him. It raced in response to his purrs. Shit. that’s either a bad thing or…a good thing? Either way, brock didn’t know if he could handle finding out. 

His purring picked up as those addictive tingles spread deeper. He was basically a fuzzy motor at this point…there’s no way the guys can’t hear…

With his tiny frame, brock’s purring reverberated throughout his whole body. It was awesome! It was like a hug for his insides! Toki had caught onto his feline friend a long time ago, but this confirmed it to just about anyone. What should he say? Should he say anything at all? Brock didn’t choose to purr…he can’t act as if he’s confessed something. He hasn’t. Wait…did he choose to purr? As toki understood it, it was not always a voluntary thing. But did that mean he couldn’t intentionally do so if he wanted? He’d never seen brock miss a headshot from point-blank before…

Brock eventually felt toki’s lapping subside. With it, the pleasant numbness slowly began to fade, and he was left with very mild discomfort. They were clean, tiny punctures. Virtually painless indeed. He felt a little bit dizzy. Docile. Calm. He could get used to that feeling…

toki broke the silence first.

“S-so, erm…think you’ll lose tomorrow’s contest too?”

“Eheh…yeah, probably. maybe i’m uh…not as good at this game as i think, huh?”

“Heh! You could say that again.”

With that, the pair fell into high-pitched, decidedly un-manly laughter.