Illustrated Scene: HSDays White Rabbit Part 4

Illustrated Scene 2 for February, 2016

Universe: High School Days

1,815 words, and will be part of Chapter 27, tentatively named "Whose afraid of the little white rabbit?"

This is part one of this scene, which ballooned to almost 4k words.

The illustration which goes with this scene will be posted with part two, because man is it a spoiler... also the main story this month will have an illustration to go with it.

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Eventually third period rolled around, and Blake practically leapt out of his chair when the bell rang for them to head for lunch. As the tidal wave of students made their way down to the cafeteria, Blake ducked into the library, cutting across the big room between the stacks so none of the nosy librarians would see him.

With a spring in his step, the rabbit headed towards a small section at the back of the library where a hallway led off to some small rooms with tables. They were supposed to served as a study rooms, but that wasn’t the rabbit’s destination. No, Blake’s objective it was the small door at the end of the hallway which connected the library to some of the school’s back offices where the student counselors and one of the vice principals had their offices. Nobody really went through the door, because why bother sneaking into the school offices?

Unless, like Blake, you knew that right on the other side of that door, where nobody could really see, was a fire escape door whose alarm was broken. That would take him outside, and then it was a quick jog over the hill to the disused parking lot where a certain car waited for him. The rabbit smirked, his cotton tail bouncing as he wiggled his hips, wondering if the old bear would want to go all the way and plow his ass. He’d certainly been eager this morning, and the text messages he’d sent throughout the day certainly told Blake that he should be prepared to be railed by the horny old man.

As the rabbit headed down the disused hallway, and just before he reached the doorway that would lead him to freedom, there was a peel of laughter from the study room to his right, and a half dozen voices burst into raucous guffaws. Blake’s heart leapt and the rest of him jumped enough that his paws left the floor. Once he’d landed, Blake put a paw to his chest and glared in annoyance at the cracked open study room door. He could just make out the six figures inside, and recognized them as a bunch of football jocks who were probably all skipping class.

Heart still pounding, the rabbit was about to push his way through the door into the back offices, when his ears detected a sharp tap tap tap of hooves on linoleum behind him. Knowing that whoever was coming, he did not want them to see his cotton tail disappearing through a door nobody was supposed to be going through, the rabbit ducked into the other, mercifully empty study room across the hall from the jock, hiding behind the door just before the head librarian came stomping around the corner behind him.

The old ewe proceeded to chew out the laughing and rowdy jocks, and after all the trouble the footballers had caused in the halls today, it was nice to hear at least one teacher telling them off. The rabbit even smiled when she made a rather withering comment about Tyler acting respectable like his dear father the congressman. That was really rich, because as awful as Tyler was, Blake knew for certain that the burly bear was better behaved than his dear old dad the congressman. After all, good old DaddyBear was planning to meet Blake in a disused parking lot to get his knob polished by a fag who his own son’s age. It was fucking hilarious really.

But the smile melted off the rabbit’s face when the ewe finished haranguing the jocks and left, leaving the door to the other study room wide open. Blake rolled his eyes and cursed the old bag as she clip clopped away. He could now clearly see the six young men sitting round the conference table in the other room, a lion, a bear, and four huskies.

It was Leon, Tyler, and four of the Hale brothers. If he left now, he would do it in full view of six of the biggest jerks in school, and there was no way they would let him just slink away if they saw him. Even they weren’t dumb enough to miss a white furred rabbit going by. He was effectively trapped until they left or closed their door again.

The rabbit whipped out his phone and started texting Big Daddy, knowing that if he was going to be late even five minutes he had to let the bruin know. As he stared at the glowing screen of his cell phone, waiting for a reply, the footballers went right back to talking loudly and laughing.

“Man, can you believe her? Uptight old biddy,” Leon said in his normal booming voice. “She needs to get fucked and relax.”

“Yah, I bet she hasn’t had any in years,” a jovial canine voice said in reply.

“Yah, She’s always acting like she’s on the rag though bro,” a nearly identical voice replied, which meant that the lion quarterback was holding court with the Hale brothers. Blake could barely tell the huskies apart even when he could see them.

“She should get that stick outta her ass and use it for something more constructive.” Tyler said, and that got another laugh out of the jocks. “Besides, she’s a total dyke for sure.”

“Yah think?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Tyler sneered, “All the queers are coming outta the woodwork now.” The bear grumbled. “We even got some on the team. You’ve seen the rainbow sticker on her car right?”

“Yah but that’s like, a Noah’s Ark thing, ain’t it?” One of the huskies said, uncertainty in his tone.

“Yah,” one of his brothers said, “It’s like a Jesus fish or something, but the queers stole it.”

There was a general round of grumbling as the husky brothers bickered about whether the librarian was a super Christian prude or a lesbian in disguise, and Blake wanted to tie his ears in a bow rather than listen to them yap.

There was a ping as his phone got a text, and he glanced down at it.

“I’m stuck in a meeting. Give me twenty minutes. You better be ready, Daddy needs to bend something over.”

Blake smirked, knowing that he’d made the right call by bringing his silicone lube along. At least he could use this moment of semi privacy to lube up and be ready for the bear, and it amused him to do so while spying on the congressman’s son.

But how long was he going to be stuck here? Blake put his eyes back to the crack between door and frame, watching the footballers. If they were cutting third period completely, he’d not only miss his hook up with his sugar daddy bear, he’d miss class too. And while sure, Blake was all for skipping class because of six dudes he wanted to be at least getting some action out of the deal.

Across the hall there a moment of silence between topics, into which Tyler said, “So Leon dude, are you gonna do about the fag?”

“Huh?” the lion said in reply, which Blake thought must be a pretty common response for the dumb lion.

“Come on dude, you know what he means. Keith man,” one of the husky’s said in a hushed tone.

“Yah bro, what are you gonna do?” One of the huskies asked. Blake could never tell the Hale brothers apart, which had actually caused him to have a couple wet dreams about them double, triple, or gang banging him. A thought that, right now when he should have been unzipping a certain bruin’s fly in the back of his limo, did not help the rabbit’s general mood.

“We can’t keep him on the team. I heard Kyle and Nick got into a fight this morning about him staying on the team. We cannot lose those two, dudes,” another brother barked, and the squad of huskies agreed. Blake crossed his arms, frowning as he listened to them all.

“We can if one of ems a fairy. We don’t need no fags on the team.” Tyler said with a growl that did not sound good to Blake. The bear was in real rage about this, which was all kinds of hilarious to the hidden rabbit. Blake licked his lips slowly, thinking about what he would be doing in another five minutes, and had to force himself not to laugh. Absolutely fucking hilarious indeed.

“Coach isn’t gonna let me just bench Keith dude.” Leon said in what was for him a calming voice. “I’ll need a reason to do it, and you know Coach Townson. Cause he’s a queer ain’t gonna be enough.”

“Well we’ll just give you a reason then. Only a month left in the season, we can put him outta commission for a few weeks.” Tyler said with the same angry growl, and the husky brothers muttered in agreement, though this time they sounded pleased.

“Yah, we can pound his ass the right way,” one of the huskies said with the meaty smack of a fist hitting a paw. His brothers muttered in agreement.

“Look dude, I’m all for a quick round of bash the fag,” Leon said in a placating voice, “but Coach will chuck anybody who does it off the team. And it don’t matter it we got Nick and Kyle working together if they ain’t got an offensive line. We gotta be careful about this dude.”

“Fine, fine, but you’re in right? We’re gonna put all these fags in their place?” Tyler said in reply.

Blake frowned as he watched the lion shrug his shoulders, “Sure, whatever dude.”

That seemed to be enough for Tyler, because the bear didn’t push it again. Blake strained his ears to hear what was said next, but the huskies were talking quietly now, showing each other something on their phones and laughing. The rabbit glanced down at his own phone, but there were no more messages from DaddyBear. Fifteen more minutes till their hookup.

Then, Leon’s words echoing in his ears, the white rabbit pulled another phone out of his backpack, turned it on, and began flicking through files on it. He kept this phone as a backup camera, and it had some interesting things on its little hard drive.

“Hey,” one of the Hale brothers said loudly enough to catch the rabbit’s attention, “You guys wanna skip till practice and help kill this six pack?”

There was a round of laughs and happy agreement, and Blake looked up to see that one of the Hale brothers had pulled a damn six pack of beer cans out of his backpack. The other huskies laughed, and began grabbing their stuff to head out. Well, Blake thought, at least I’ll make my hook up.

Across the hall, Leon didn’t join his fellow jocks as they headed out the door.