In the men's room, Michael, Richard and Ian (who were a personal trio of best friends, in their own right; not to mention, they all wore green shirts and blue pants, of different shades) were taking a break. The fox and lynx were chatting, but the orange-headed hedgehog was distracted, standing in front of the mirror, at an odd angle. "-Guys?" The other two glanced over. "-What's up, I-man?" Michael asked. Ian flinched, with worry, "-Does my ass really look big?" His friends' faces went blank at this absurd question. "-You're kidding us, right?" Richard blinked. "-I wish I was!" the hedgehog blurted. "But geez!" I mean... what the hell are you supposed to think when you find out that another straight guy stares at your ass?" They all exchanged glances. The lynx responded, "-Err... that I don't know." To be honest, I don't even fully believe that Chislett is well... hetero." He's got this..." "-'Quality'?" Ian suggested. "-Or lack of, yeah," Richard nodded. "Cuz he sure looks like he's about to step out of the closet." At this precise moment, none other than Jacque himself stepped into the men's room, still in drag and all. "-On the other hand-" Michael added, nodding in the feline's direction. The cross-dressed male walked over to the sinks, where the three were lounging. "-Hello boys," he said, chipperly. "Just thought I'd stop by and freshen up." Another random male who happened to be in the room, took an intrigued glance at Jacque, and whooped, "-Hey there little lady!" You seem to have lost your way into the wrong bathroom." Would you like me to help you-" The lynx-caracal simply turned to him, and said, "-Have I now?" He then raised a leg and propped his heel onto the sink counter, so the guy could purposely see up his dress. Predictable, the male took the bait, and did so. Which he immediately regretted. "-Oh my god!" he yelled, and fled for the door. Jacque smiled, serenely. "-Ah, the joy of making other men scream." He flicked back in the others direction, adding, "-I personally find it equally satisfying, whether it's out of pleasure or appallment." The trio managed to give him weak smiles of acknowledgement for the jest. They still weren't totally comfortable with the gay humour quite yet. "-Well then, I'd better touch up these," the feline hybrid said to himself, pulling out a tube of lipstick from his handbag. The others were oddly impressed at how skilled Jacque was with these feminine products, as any female would be. Smacking his lips, with a finish, he pursed, thoughtfully, "-Hmm... I just need a-" He then suddenly looked in Michael's way. "Hey, you're red!" Come here!" The fox was taken aback. "-Me?" "-Yeah, I just need your face for a sec!" Jacque told him. "-Okay-" To further surprise, the lynx-caracal then grabbed Michael's chin and gave him a quick kiss on the check. The fox went very still, in shock. Jacque turned Michael's face a little, so he could see if the kiss had left a mark or not. Approving what he saw, the feline nodded, "-Perfect," and let the fox go. "Thank you!" Michael slowly replied, "-Don't mention it... literally." He rubbed his cheek, from the odd sensation. Jacque continued to preen and adjust himself for a few minutes. Upon standing back, and admiring himself in a mirror, he gave a little pout. "-You know... I just think there's still one little thing." Looking back to the idle three, he inquired, "-Do my boobs look lopsided?" He was greeted with startled looks. He gave a little snort, "-Oh come on, you guys... we're all adults here!" You three are single males, that stare at these things all the time... and I'm a flamboyant female mimic who could use a clue." Work with me here!" Suggestions, anyone?" Finally, Richard dared to speak. "-Uhhh... maybe if you just... that one over a little-" he tried gesturing, but was cut off by Jacque. "-Alright, could you do that?" The lynx stared, dumbfounded. "-Huh?" "-Can you adjust it for me?" the feline hybrid repeated, to him. Richard gulped, "-You... want me to-?" Jacque sighed in exasperation, "-Richard, hun, don't give me the cute-stupid look!" Cuz honestly, it just comes off being not-so-much cute as it is... well, stupid." Just come on; it's not like you're feeling me up, like in some gay porn, you're just adjust my fake boobs!" Pleeease?" The lynx mumbled, "-Okay..." It was an understandably awkward next few seconds for Richard, who wished he'd kept his mouth shut for once. But when his help was met by Jacque's approval, the lynx-caracal thanked him, warmly, "-You're a doll, Richard!" Luv you!" and he happily pranced out. As Michael and Richard were silent, musing over how Jacque had just 'used' them both as 'boy-toys' in the sense, Ian smirked, upon seeing he was no longer alone at being freaked out by male attention. "-So then... you both saying?"

By the time they headed back out to where the gang (more or less) was, Jacque had rejoined the group, and was seated on Goresky's lap, purring seductively. The trio noticed immediately that those of their friends that were not chatting with each other, were staring uncomfortably at the cross-dressed couple. It was one of those things you couldn't look at without wincing, yet couldn't take your eyes off, all the same. Goresky and Jacque appeared to be sweet-talking and flirting with one another, oblivious to anyone gawking at them. Then out of nowhere, without a care of scandulousity, the two started making out, with much fondling and tonsil-hockey. If this wasn't an attention grabber, then what was? The sight pretty much raped the homosexually-virgin viewing eyes of the group. The tension wasn't broken until Tyler said, suddenly, "-Is it wrong that my eyes are telling me this is hot?" The stares were then, needless to say, all on him. Lewis blinked, "-You're kidding, right?" "-I know they're guys, my brain's telling me that!" the lynx spluttered, uneasily. "But my eyes are telling me that I see what looks like two women going at it like lesbians!" Richard sighed, "-Tyler-" "-I'm so confused!" Tyler wailed, freaked by his contradicting senses. Michael, wanting to spare the poor guy anymore, put his hand on Tyler's arm, and suggested, "-Ty, how about we go for a walk?" I think you need some air." "-You guys know what I meant, don't you?" the lynx asked, helplessly, as the fox started pulling him away. No one answered, but yes, they knew exactly what he meant. Naturally, none of them would ever admit it, of course. It was not long after, when Bullseye himself (after calming himself and downing a few drinks) came strolling to the spot. Thinking perhaps his brother should be spared any further embarrassment, of having to see Goresky and Jacque going at it, Chislett jeered to them, "-Hey, hey, guys, wrap it up here!" It was cute for the first few minutes, but now it's just queer!" Let's put the mouse back in the mouse; this is a family room!" They both did so, as Goresky laughed, "-Well, if this is a family room, then tell me why the hell they let you in?" "-Oooh!" Nicely put, brother, nicely put!" the middle Warthogg howled back. Their youngest brother was understandably somber-looking. The others knew why too; Jacque had proudly told them all of his glorious little triumph. Goresky had not been best pleased, considering he'd already told Bullseye to behave; he'd expected Jacque would too, without having to be told. Lucky for the feline hybrid, much coddling and buttering him up had gotten his boyfriend off the topic. Chislett looked to his little brother. "-Hey, bro, what's up?" Bullseye replied, "-Oh, not much really..." His glance peeled over to the transvestite feline. "...With no thanks to you, you sick FUCK," he flourished, at Jacque with a snarl. There were a few catching of breathes and surprise amoung the males, at this sudden anger burst from Bullseye. Those who knew him well enough, knew when he was roused, the end result was never pretty. The feline smiled sweetly, "-Well, if I hadn't told you it was me, I bet I would've had you fondling me like a cheeseburger... teeth and tongue, included." You'd have been loving up to the second you felt the odd bulge pressed against you." Or if you were fingering the danger zone... yes, you so would've, like the little horndog you are." Bullseye shrugged, "-Maybe so... but I'm not the one who was milking the situational 'cow' like a pampered little kitten, overfed on cream." Jacque boredly raised an eyebrow. "-Meaning?" "-Well, the 'cream' part could obviously have double meaning, what with you being your cocksucking little self-" the warthog shot, meanly, "-but metaphorically, I mean that you were having a little TOO much enjoyment back there, yourself, considering you knew it was ME you were with." The lynx-caracal hybrid gave a bewildered look. "-Excuuuse me?" He quickly got off Goresky's lap, to face Bullseye. "'Enjoying' it was I?" "-What can I say; you may be male, Jacque, but I know what lust looks like, and if I daresay so myself, from your face, I could've had you more than willingly, humping me like a rabbit." Jacque's mouth dropped, in appallment, as the warthog continued, "-So I'm a horndog, hmmm?" Gee, pot call the kettle black much?" "-Well you were hitting on your brother's own boyfriend!" the feline shot back. "Hypocrite much, yourself?" Before the furious duo could blurt out another angry word, Goresky, fed up, got between then. "-Alright, that's ENOUGH you two!" Quit it!" They quickly shut up. Goresky, when riled, could instill fear upon others easily enough. And he looked beyond enraged. "-For the love of God, what's gotten into you guys?" I asked you both to not start, and what do I get?" Both of you screaming at each other like spoiled, whiny little three year olds, throwing tantrums!" He broke off, pausing to let the words sink in, before he went on. "All I wanted was my brother and my boyfriend to get along... is that so much to ask?" Am I being unreasonable?" Am I being selfish by asking this?" Huh?" Neither replied obviously; they simply stood there, looking like scolded children. "Right," Goresky said, "Well then, I think we know what's in order here." You two; apologize." Now." They flinched at this. But caved in, for the sake of Goresky. "-Alright... I'm sorry," Jacque supplied. "-Fine... I take back what I said," Bullseye gave. But they both refused to look at one another in the eyes and say it. Goresky, knowing they wouldn't, took it for what it was worth. "-That's better... now then... either only speak when you have something decent to say, otherwise don't at all." Avoid each other if you have to." "-Sounds good to me!" Bullseye snorted. "-Good riddance!" Jacque sniffed, after. The eldest warthog sighed. Those two would NEVER play by the rules, at this rate. "-So anywho then... wanna come dance with me, hun?" his boyfriend asked, locking his arms around the warthog. Goresky switched his attention to this. He didn't know about Bullseye yet, but he sure knew that he couldn't stay mad at this irresistibly adorable boy-toy of his. Those intent green eyes made his insides melt like butter. "-Why, I'd love to, sweet-thang," he grinned. Jacque smiled back, warmly, as they took hands, and walked out to the floor, looking deliciously infatuated with each other. It was quite remarkable how they could switch emotions so effortlessly. Buckthorne broke the silence by inquiring, "-So where were you, man?" Bullseye turned to him. "-Oh, just trying to cool off... not that it helped much, eh?" The wolf gave a tiny smile. "-Meh... not that it matters much, huh?" The warthog shook his head, "-Nyah, guess not." Oh... speaking of... I did however find something interesting, while at the bar." "-That so?" Chislett spoke up, now interested himself. Bullseye gave his roguish grin. "-Yup... two interesting things, in fact... a pretty little thing in a mini-skirt, wearing no bra, and her gal-pal," he told them. "Had a brief little conversation with them... seemed quite intrigued." So in short, it's another one of those 'I've got a girl-friend who needs company' sich's, gentlemen!" Buckthorne rolled his eyes at this, expecting Bullseye to prompt him into being a date for the potential female's friend. After all, he'd done it several times before. He was already prepared to open his mouth and decline, when his friend instead, turned to his heterosexual brother. "-So Chis, up to getting us both potentially lucky?" Even the others were surprised. Chislett grinned widely. "-Am I!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. The wolf's jaw fell, realizing the switch of events. Bullseye had pretty much ignored him completely, and gone straight for his brother. Since when...? He shook his muzzle a little, trying to snap out of it. Why was he fussing over it? So Bullseye hadn't said anything to him; big deal! So now he wasn't being put into awkward situations, yeah! It was a GOOD thing! Still, Buckthorne couldn't shake off the odd feeling he had in his bones... what did it mean?

"-So which is going which?" Chislett questioned, when the females were in sight. "-Well, I already shot-gunned myself, but even so... I think you'll find you like her friend more, anyways," Bullseye told him, gesturing to the other, with a knowing smile. "Note the luscious curves of her 'downunda' region." His brother took immediate notice, and it was soon apparent it meet his liking. "-Have I told you how much I love you lately, bro?" he said, not taking his eyes off the girl's backside. "-That's nice... save it for opposite team pitchers," the younger Warthogg responded, and steered him over. Introductions were made, and everyone seemed satisfied with their dates. They got their own table, to converse amoungst themselves, privately, with many tales and jests, setting a good and comfortable mood. Awhile after, the girls excused themselves to go freshen up, and as soon as they were gone, Bullseye poked Chislett, and told him, "-Listen Chis... when they get back to the table, stand up." His brother was confused, of course. "-What for?" he blinked. Bullseye grinned, slyly. "-You'll see." And so, upon seeing their dates heading back, he prodded Chislett again, to remind him, and they both did so. The girls looked questioningly, then Bullseye saw his cue and proceeded with his plan. "-Me and my brother here were raised to stand when women entered the room." I know it's a rather outdated-used tradition these days, but I say, women haven't gotten any less beautiful, charming and enjoyable to be in the company of, so surely the extra respect isn't out of order?" It was a perfect hit. The females blushed at the charmingness of it, enjoying such attention and respect. Chislett gazed on, much impressed. The sly bastard! What a smooth line... and it worked like gold. He should've known it was a trick up the old dog's sleeve. As they all returned to their seats, he hissed, "-Niiice!" to Bullseye, who modestly nodded and said back, "-Watch and learn, brother, watch and learn!"

About an hour later, the rest of them were headed outside, when they realized that Bullseye was still inside. "-See, now this is why I said we need to get another car for the group!" Charles sighed, leaning against the vehicle. After all, no one else was allowed to even dream of driving the hummer, except Buckthorne, and usually, only when the warthog was in there with him. Bullseye would freak if they even so much as got a scratch on it. Plus, they HAD to wait for him, considering he came with them and all. Michael offered, "-Well we've got some room in our car, Chuck." If you need to get home right away, you and a few others can bum a ride home with us." The hedgehog shook his head. "-It's alright, Mike... no rush." Besides, you know how Bullseye hates it when we ditch him." Just then, the ten males watched as their cross-dressing accompanies came out, all smiles and giggling. "-My GOSH, Jacq, that was so freakin' cute!" Goresky whooped. Jacque looked slightly insulted. "-Cute!" Hello, that was a confrontation!" His boyfriend grinned, "-I know... but just the way you DID it, hun!" It was funny as shit!" "-Well gee, thanks... nice to know my nobility is appreciated SOMEWAY..." the feline snorted. "-Oh come on, Jacq... do it again!" Please?" "-Fiiine..." Propping his hands on his hips, Jacque went into an imposing feminine stance, and snapped in a stereotypical female voice, with the appropriate head bobs and everything, "-Don't row my boat, or I'll hit you with my oar, bitch!" At hearing this a second time, Goresky fell into hysterical laughter, once again. "-Oh GOD, I love you!" He hugged onto Jacque, who merely shook his muzzle, saying, "-You laugh any harder, you'll make your eyeliner run, you fluff." Not caring, the warthog drew him closer, and murmured, "-You are so the sex." "-That so?" the lynx-caracal purred. "Must be the dress..." "-Oh I don't think so-" Goresky insisted, nibbling on Jacque's shoulder strap. "Cuz all I'd like to do is take it off..." Jacque gave a little gasp. "-You are SUCH a horndog!" God... where did I find you, anyways?" "-Does it matter?" It apparently didn't, as the two continued to smooze and flirt. By this time, Richard spoke up, looking rather green around the gills, "-I don't know about you guys, but I've had enough mental castrating by emasculation for one night..." He quickly shut himself into the car. Michael and Ian gave apologetic looks, and got into the car as well. Tyler scowled at them as they drove away. "-Bastards..." "-Ty, you could've gone with them... they offered one of us a ride!" Lewis sighed. "-Yeah, and then Bullseye would wail about it later and kick me in my non-existent appendix," Tyler mumbled, sitting on the gravel. Goresky called out to the remaining seven, "-Hey guys!" Have you seen Chislett?" "-Didn't he come with you two?" Aaron inquired. "-Well he WAS with us, before, but we left him with you guys," Jacque explained. "Didn't we?" "-Yeah, but then he went off with Bullseye," Rockavar added. "Suppose you guys didn't see him either?" They shook their heads. "-Considering what he went off to do, we might not see him for another hour or two at this point," Charles suggested, rolling his eyes. They knew perfectly well that when Bullseye was "at it" with someone, he could take as short as a ten minute quickie in a bathroom stall, or pull an "all night long"-er, depending on the situation. In this case, an all nighter was highly unlikely, but still, they could be waiting for awhile yet. Jacque wrinkled his nose in disgust. "-Well that may explain where Bullseye is... but Chislett?" "-There was another girl; Bullseye set him up with her," Lewis told him. "So for all we know, he's doing the 'deed' as well." Goresky and Jacque blinked in surprise. Most women didn't exactly consider Chislett a consolation prize. They assumed either the female wasn't picky or Bullseye had sugared her over into taking his brother... who knew? Fortunately, they were lucky. After a few minutes, Bullseye and Chislett came strolling out. Bullseye looked the usual, after a successful 'kill'; pleased with himself and thoroughly satisfied. Chislett just looked totally tripped out, like he was on ecstasy. For a minute, Goresky wondered if he was; his brother had been known to try substances... But then he saw a cheeky grin begin to form on his brother's face, Goresky knew it'd actually happened: after all, he'd only seen that look a few times... one being that time he'd shagged his French teacher! Just before they made it to the others, Chislett nudged Bullseye in the arm. "-Bullseye?" His younger brother turned to him. "-Yeah?" Chislett opened his mouth as if to speak, and seemed to be making an arm gesture, but nothing else. Bullseye stared, "-What?" He then suddenly had Chislett clinging onto him, like a vice. "-Thank you man!" he squeaked. "Seriously!" You're so my favourite brother... just don't tell Goresky I said that, okay?" Bullseye, astounded, numbly patted his brother on the back. "-Errr... no problem... bro." Really..." Chislett was still hugging onto him for the next several seconds, which finally broke Bullseye's patience. "Okay... can you... let me go now?" Chis?" Please?" His brother regained sense. "-Oh... right!" He gave a light chuckle and released his grip. "Just... you know... and... you get it-" "-Yeah, pretty much," Bullseye nodded. Some communication skills. Masevar, then shouted, "-Are we done with the brotherly love yet?" Some of us have to be getting HOME, Bullseye, remember?" The warthog stretched, lazily. "-Yeah, yeah... keep your skirt on, 'Princess', the carriage ride awaits," he muttered, tired. The hedgehog smiled wryly at the insult. "-Right... just for that, you're not gettin' gas money from me, Mr.Chauffeur." Bullseye gave an amused scoff. "-Cheap bastard." Or really... stingy would be more like it, Your Highness." You've got more money in the Royal treasury shit safe than every peasant in this city put together... you could dip into it, and no one would notice the stolen loose change." "-Actually they would," Rockavar told him. "They keep tabs on it to the last cent." The warthog looked in surprise. "Sheesh Louise... greedy much, are they?" "-Nyah, they just know that mooching friends like you tend to get people in trouble," Aaron snickered. "Or maybe they're out for you personally... slept with any of the Keepers' daughters lately?" Bullseye gave a smug grin. "-Maaaybe." Lewis cut in, impatiently, "-Can we save the chit-chat for the car ride?" If you don't mind, I'd like to get home t-t-t-TODAY!" "-Well shucks, Lewis, if you don't mind, I could gladly shove you out of the car while in motion," the warthog retorted. "Then you can pick yourself up, dust off and walk back." How's that sound?" The fox gave a scowl, but didn't snap back. Being a bit drowsy, Bullseye had hoped that he could ask Buckthorne to take the wheel for him, but noting that his wolf friend was already in the passenger seat, looking rather dozed out himself, he sighed and resigned himself into walking over to the driver's seat instead.

Once onto the road, Buckthorne remained completely silent, as each friend was dropped off, and when he and Bullseye were the last ones still in the car, finally heading back to the orphanage, the wolf still held his tongue. His friend didn't think much of it; he figured Buckthorne was either tired or had something on his mind. He had an understanding that Buckthorne wasn't much for conversation, at least not often. So naturally, Bullseye minded his own business, and simply concentrated on driving. His comrade took to blankly staring out his window, not really paying attention, letting his mind drift... In the glass, Buckthorne could see his own reflection. No surprise there. He gave a yawn, closing his eyes for a mere instant. When they pulled back into focus, the wolf noticed something odd. His window reflection suddenly began dripping away, like a puddle, and then started to reform, creating a new face, that was not his own. It was a gnarled, twisted face, looking like that of a werewolf demon sort of beast, jet black furred, with gleaming yellow eyes. Its lips curled into a nasty grin, fang-filled and cruel, as it uttered, "-You're fading away-" Buckthorne then gave a sharp gasp and jumped in his seat. Bullseye's gaze snapped over, at the disturbance. "-What's with you?" he asked. The wolf blinked hard, looked back over at the window where the face had been. It was gone. Panting lightly, he fumbled, "-Nothing... I just... thought I saw something..." I must've dozed off." "-Oh-" was his friend's response, as he shrugged and turned back to the road. He hardly seemed concerned. Buckthorne gave a bitter swallow, and stared at his feet. What was with 'him'? What was with BULLSEYE, was more like it! He'd been acting more moody and withdrawn towards everyone else, lately, and the wolf himself, being around the warthog the most, was getting quite alot of the said pent-up rage. Buckthorne sighed to himself. He knew Bullseye was a good guy; he'd been a good best friend for all these years... but at the moment, the warthog was proving to be quite a jerk. It wasn't fair and it didn't make much sense; if Bullseye was so furious, why didn't he just tell the other three that? He was good at telling OTHERS off, anyways. Probably because Goresky and Chislett were his (older) brothers, and his brothers would be annoyed if he told Jacque off. Pffft. Just cuz they shared the same blood, they got special privileges? Sure, they were siblings by blood, but Buckthorne had been Bullseye's self-acclaimed (younger) brother for eleven years, beating their genetical five years together. Didn't that entitle HIM to something? At thinking this, the wolf then thought he was being rather self-centered and selfish. I have to stop thinking like this... he mused. It wasn't helping his moods, either. And after seeing that thing in the window, he was wary of his mind. He had to calm down. It'll all be fine... you'll see! Buckthorne assured himself. This would wear off. Bullseye would adjust and eventually regain his better temper. Either the trio would settle into their group, or move on. And then everything would go back to the way it was. But the question here was... WHEN would this occur?

To Be Continued

I've now decided to make this a trilogy, as this own 'Vol.' is longer than most of my fully done stories XD So a 'Vol. 3' shall be coming up next! So much has occurred and still happening or will... it needed a ficlet of its own to continue :D Well, stay tuned, and until next time, happy reading to you all!