>full-size, platinum white exterior, a giant, stylized grille, all polished to a mirror finish
>even a full inspection would reveal not a dent nor divot anywhere in or on the body
>now that… is a nice fucking car
>at least, you think so… you’ve never really been a car person, so you can only guess
>but that doesn’t matter
>what matters is that it’s currently parked in your driveway waiting for your arrival
>shit, you don’t really know what to bring to a place like a gun range
>you have earplugs, but what the fuck else do you need besides that and the guns themselves?
>maybe nothing? guess there’s only one real way to find out
>you imagine that Avery’s dad is the one picking you up this lovely sunny afternoon
>but an unexpected sight greets you as your exit your front door
>”You ready, Anon?”, Avery calls out from the driver’s seat
>”uh… yeah, man, sure.”
>was this… *his* car? no fucking way
>you step up into the passenger seat, noting the sleek wooden finish adorning the armrests
>of course, the rest of the car is pretty
>but for some reason, that’s the first thing that jumps out at you
>”so, you get to drive this thing around, huh?”
>your attempt at stifling your envious tone holds little success
>”Only sometimes. My dad lets me borrow it when he’s out of town, but only if it’s necessary.”
>”We’re doing a school assignment right now, technically, so it’s okay with him.”
>as Avery backs out of the driveway, you notice how many camera angles the driver’s display provides
>HD rear view cam, wheel cam… is that a night-vision option?
>jesus, imagine if everyone had retard-proof vehicles like this one
>maybe then, that stray cat you used to feed wouldn’t have gotten ran over
>rest in peace, Killbot, you’ve earned it
>”hey, thanks for taking me out like this, man… and sorry if i came off a little… eccentric during that meeting.”
>”i realize that i might have freaked you out. my bad.”
>the goal *was* to freak him out, actually, but he doesn’t need to know that
>”Hahah, don’t worry about it. I’m actually really glad you showed me that.”
>”The truth is… I’ve been hoping that I could bring someone else to the range, show them my gun collection.”
>”...collection?”
>”Yeah, heh… sounds a little suspect for someone my age, doesn’t it? B-But please don’t get the wrong idea!”
>”I just like firing at paper targets, that’s all… well, those and clay pigeons, y’know?”
>”yeah, don’t worry, man, i got you. my grandpa liked to shoot at stuff, too, so it’s not too crazy for me.”
>”Thanks. I guess you’re also a fan of… ambitious stuff like this, so I had a feeling you’d understand.”
>”Anyway, we’re gonna be meeting a friend of mine over there. He taught me almost everything I know.”
>”His name’s Bill. Apart from my parents, and maybe a couple of friends, he’s the only one that really knows I get up to stuff like this.”
>”is he from a different school?”
>”Oh, no, he’s much older than that. Has a wife and kid.”
>”He’s a little… undiplomatic sometimes, but I’m sure you’ll like him.”
>both of you head into the more rural area of the county now
>little herds of livestock begin appearing along the side of the freeway
>you’ve always enjoyed counting how many baby cows you could find on a single ride
>the rest of the trip is essentially just small talk, rating your teachers, stuff like that
>you would’ve liked to say it was relaxing, but your mind kept going back to last night
>...was the boy in that video really Avery?
>i mean… all they have in common is the same fur color and similar room layouts
>it’s incriminating, maybe, but far from proof
>and besides, could you really imagine him doing something like that?
>the mannerly, almost regal foxboy in the car with you now
>posting himself beating his meat and blasting hot cum all over his fuzzy abdomen
>his girly legs quivering from the titillation and afterglow
>... you had to cross your legs more than once to hide your growing arousal
>eventually, you turn off a side road onto an unmarked dirt path
>the ride noticeably roughens as it trails over the uneven terrain
>you see nothing but grassy hills and empty fields out of your window
>...the idea that you’re about to be hunted for sport creeps its way into your head
>but you try to dispel the thought as best you can
>you told your mom you were going with him today, so she’ll know if something happens to you
>probably won’t save you, but at least your body might still be recovered
>Avery turns a corner and what seems to be the range comes into view
>...it’s not really as glamorous as you were hoping it would be
>there’s some standing steel targets planted into the bare, compacted dirt
>a good few have been set out in a row, others are arranged in various patterns
>nearby, it looks like some old shelving was salvaged for holding practice fodder
>glass bottles, stuffed animals… is that a watermelon?
>and most notably, you see a man dressed in dark camo leaning on a dusty pick-up
>a bit of a heavier-set fellow, but still decently fit by the looks of it
>he looks up and provides a brief wave to the incoming car, a.k.a. you and Avery
>with no designated parking in sight, Avery stops the car next to this mystery vehicle
>”Here, let’s see if it’s all set up.”
>he’s rather quick to exit, leaving the driver’s side door open as he makes his way over
>and by the time you catch up with him, he’s already wrapped in a hug by mr. camo
>the sight strikes a bit of animosity (perhaps jealousy?) within you, but you suppress it
>”You got your little protégé with you?”, the man asks Avery
>an entirely rhetorical question, as he’s already spotted you beforehand
>Bill, as it seems, extends a hands to you
>”Hey, buddy. How’s it going?”
>his voice is gruff and raspy, yet still pleasant to hear, like a truck tire rolling over dry gravel 
>”pretty good. it wasn’t too far of a ride.”
>”Yeah? That’s good to hear. Uh, listen, I’m not really sure what you're supposed to write about in your little essay.”
>”five fun facts, pretty much. whatever you think is interesting enough, i’ll add in, and that’s basically it.”
>”What, really? Shit, dude, you could’ve just Googled that stuff, saved yourself some time.”
>”It can’t just be generic stuff.” Avery interjects surprisingly quickly, “It needs to demonstrate knowledge in the field.”
>”Well, uh, I guess we could try showing him form and function. That’s always important.”
>”what’s form and function?”
>”I just like to call it that. It’s how to hold onto your gun while you fire it, how you field strip it, shit everybody should know.”
>But that’s boring!” Avery melodramatically whines. “Show him how to hipfire like you did that one time.”
>”Ah*ahaha*... Ah, nah, not gonna do that.”
>”Maybe once *you* get the hang of it, you could try and teach him, how about that?”
>Avery feigns disappointment, but you notice his tail begin to wag from the thought
>”Anyway, let’s start with numero uno, here. The number one rule: always protect your hearing.”
>You’re gonna want to put this on.”
>Bill hands you a pair of orange earmuffs, made for high-level ear protection
>they have a similar look to those cheap, shitty gaming headphones you had back when you were 13
>”do i really need these if i already brought my own earplugs?”
>”Absolutely. Earplugs aren’t good enough if you’re working with equipment like this. Matter of fact, that reminds me…”
>”I got a cousin, lives not too far from here… one time, he thought it would be a *great* idea to prank his buddy…”
>”He loaded in a blank, threw on some earplugs, just like those, and right at the stand here… when he readied his shotgun…”
>”He was gonna joke like he shoots his foot by accident, right? But the thing is, well, he tells me now that his earplugs were too loose…”
>”So when he fired it… well, let’s put it like this…”
>”You wanna know what the first word he responds to you with is, nowadays?”
>”...what?”
>”Yeah, exactly. Hahahaha!”
>you struggle to smile at Bill’s particularly half-baked joke
>if anything, his off-kilter, wheezy laughter is more funny
>you could see Avery out of the corner of your eye, face reading half amused, half annoyed while he listened in
>it seems you’re not the first person to hear this little knee-slapper
>and you likely won’t be the last either
>”Well, while you help Anon, I’m gonna get changed.” Avery states
>he ducks back into his ivory chariot while you fiddle with your earmuffs
>you didn’t expect them to be so tight, but you’ll manage
>what’s really the issue is how hazy Bill’s words are now that you’re double layered with ear protection
>it takes some getting used to, but you think you can still make him out
>”...nly 6 bucks, too. Real nice, I tell ya.”
>”So anyway… I hear you like to jerry-rig stuff, huh?”
>oh god, did Avery already tell him about that?
>”uhh, just as a side hobby kinda thing, y’know?”
>”That’s fun… you gotta know what you’re doing, though.”
>”I actually have a cousin… different cousin this time… yeah, I know, a lot of fucking cousins…”
>”He works at a mining company, forgot which one, and he’s in charge of figuring out where the Blastex goes.”
>”Like, he’s not the one stringing it up, he *tells* people where to string it up.”
>”One time, he let me detonate the whole thing… let me tell you, man, that was fucking crazy.”
>”You’d think the Earth just shit itself the way everything just shifts… and you can feel it too, a mile away.”
>”Anyway, there’s job opportunities for shit like that, man, so if that’s what you wanna do, go for it.”
>”um, yeah, thanks, Bill.”
>is this how small talk is supposed to go with this guy the whole time you’re here? good god
>fortunately, you can now hear Avery making his way back to you two
>but when you turn to look at him, you’re immediately flabbergasted at what you see
>what in the sweet Jesus is this guy wearing!?
>the top half of him is decked out in a heavy duty, desert camo plate carrier
>a mishmash of pockets, mag holders, and even a walkie-talkie adorn the front side
>each aspect pristine and spotless, as if it’s only purpose was for decoration
>you also notice the military field jacket he’s wearing under it, the sleeves matching colors with the carrier quite nicely
>but what really stands out to you is the *bottom* half of his outfit
>unless your eyes deceive you, he’s wearing nothing down there save a pair of black, athletic striped thigh high socks
>the open-toed design allows him to freely walk barefoot, no big deal for a canid
>and the curvature of his shapely legs is highlighted by the fabric’s form-fitting outline
>you can even see where the fluff of his thighs begins to peek out from the edges of the cloth, making them look slightly more voluptuous 
>the plate carrier’s groin protection prevents you from getting a good look at what he’s actually wearing to cover himself up
>though you’d imagine it would have to be particularly short if it all fits under that flap
>oh my… it takes some willpower to stop yourself from staring any further
>but of course, nothing can stop you from suppressing the look of pure shock on your face
>Avery, as if entirely oblivious to his scandalous outfit until seeing your reaction, bashfully looks away
>”Oh, right, uh… this is what I like to wear when I’m at the range.”
>”You’re alright with it, right, Anon?”
>you try to suppress just how okay with it you are, and offer him a lax “sure”
>he gives you a brilliantly bright smile before holding up a black canvas rifle case
>”I’m gonna try out my FAL again, it should be fun.”
>”you brought an assault rifle with you?” you nearly sputter
>you’re still recoiling from your previous shock only to be hit with this new one
>”Well, it’s not really an assault rifle. It’s chambered for fully powered cartridges, 7.62 NATO, which are usually around 25 grams each.”
>”...”
>”That just means it’s more for single-shot accuracy. It’s perfect for us, though.”
>”Yeah, I’ve never really been a fan of assault rifles.” Bill adds. “Some guys bring em, but, ehhh…”
>”You just haven’t felt the appeal yet.” Avery laughs before grabbing your hand
>”Here, let me show you how it’s put together.”
>the sudden loss of your handholding virginity nearly makes you faint
>but you soldier on, making your way with him to the only flat surface anywhere nearby
>the bed of Bill’s truck
>”These rifles are pretty simple for the most part” Avery begins before unzipping the case
>it’d almost look like a fancy backpack if it wasn’t for what’s inside
>you’re amazed at the actual size of the gun once he pulls it out
>fucking thing looks like it weighs more than him
>it also looks rather beat up, as if he’s just the most recent of many owners of this gun
>you expected it to require some assembly, but it already looks pretty put together
>”All we have to do is slide the bolt into the bolt carrier, put them into the front here, and we should be good to go.”
>”But *first*… write this one down, Anon… you always check to see if there’s a cartridge loaded.”
>Avery slides back a lever on the rail to reveal the rifle’s chamber, fortunately empty
>the metallic *chuck* you hear as he slides it back sounds rather pleasant to you
>”Alright, we’re good. Come here, you gotta get a good look for this.”
>Avery wraps a hand around your side and pulls you closer to him
>the velvety fur from his thighs makes contact with your arm for a moment
>you have to fight the instinctual urge to feel them up further
>”It can get a little tricky sometimes when you try to put it in… let me see…”
>he fidgets with the little steel contraption, looking for where to align each of the grooves
>all the while rubbing his soft, bare thigh against your lower half
>even with jeans on, you can still feel how warm and plush he is down there
>it really doesn’t help that he’s slightly in front of you too
>if he shifted just a little more to the right, he’d essentially be grinding his ass on you
>and considering how little he’s wearing there…
>you willpower beings to fail you as you feel yourself becoming erect
>”Sheesh… it’s a little tight… maybe we need lube for this? I didn’t bring any.”
>there’s no fucking way he’s doing this on purpose, right?
>why do you have to be so horny for anthro femboys all the time!?
>you’re about 3 seconds from poking his leg with your raging hard-on
>but it seems that he finally locks it into place, giving you an excuse to move
>”so t-that’s how it’s done, huh?”
>you feign deep interest as you shuffle away from him to inspect the mechanism more closely
>”Yep. Sorry, the firing pin is a little long on this one. It’s a common problem.”
>once it’s fully assembled, you’re instructed to take it to Bill
>Avery stays back for a short while to unpack the ammunition from his trunk
>you have to admit, you’re starting to become disappointed with how little private time you two are getting
>and it seems that what little you actually get becomes blighted by your horniness
>”Yep, looks good.” Bill affirms you
>he takes the rifle from your hands, which is indeed probably heavier than Avery
>how in god’s name that little foxboy can hold that thing, let alone fire it, is beyond you
>”Probably shoulda warned you about his outfit earlier, sorry about that.”
>”ah, it’s no big deal, really. it’s just a little… unique is all.”
>”Yeah, I don't know why the hell he wears that stuff either.”
>”The first time he did it, I looked at him, told him ‘What, are you trying to work as a stripper all of the sudden?’, but he just said it felt more comfortable.”
>”Shows up each time like this… I eventually just stopped mentioning it.”
>”Kids these days… I used to think I was still young like you guys, but there’s no way in hell I'd wear anything like that.”
>”yeah, don’t worry, it’s not becoming a trend or anything.”
>he chuckles at that
>the majority of your time there is then spent going over “form and function”
>again, they just like to call it that
>they show you common mistakes, proper shooting stances, how to look down the optics
>all that fun stuff
>Bill even let you fire the FAL for a moment
>albeit not without a great amount of ~~begging~~ convincing from your part
>the recoil on that damn gun is insane, even when you’re firing it prone
>but that watermelon got fucked up once you finally got the hang of it
>they congratulate you after hitting it on your 14th try
>they don’t let you try out any of their cool-looking SMGs, though
>Avery actually wanted you to test some of his, but Bill strictly forbid it
>what a buzzkill
>you silently wished throughout the session that he’d be taken out of the equation
>just for a moment
>you knew it was hopeless, but still, you mentally persisted
>until finally, by the grace of Xenu, your prayers were answered
>Bill put a new attachment, a muzzle brake, on one of his SMGs to see how it operated 
>but as he was trying out some automatic fire, you suddenly saw a shower of sparks being sent out
>you weren’t all that close, but you could feel some of the singe from them
>so imagine what *Bill* must have felt
>you were expecting a flinch reaction, but what he expressed was more akin to disappointment
>he sets the weapon down and removes his sunglasses, hands checking for wounds along the side of his face
>”Oh hell no. I’m not doing that again. That fucking sucks.”
>”C’mon, why would you put a muzzle brake on your shorty like that?”, Avery chastises
>”I don’t know, man, I thought it would look cool! I’m taking that shit off! Fuck, burnt my fucking mustache…” 
>despite Bill’s claims, his mustache appears fine, but the attachment is ridiculed and removed all the same
>you suppose there’s an opportunity to put something in your paper about this
>”can i ask why that ended up failing?”
>”Yeah, uhh… what happened there was that the brake is redirecting gases backwards, cause that’s what they’re supposed to do, right?”
>”But it's also igniting all the fucking powder right into my face, so there’s that…”
>”The barrel just gets too hot with these little 6.5 ones. Should’ve known better.”
>”... That actually fucking sucks, man. That would’ve looked so nice with that brake on it.”
>Bill sighs dejectedly before packing up his weapon, mumbling to himself
>”No muzzle brakes on the shorties… pfhh… there’s gotta be at least *one* that works…”
>he turns to you two
>”Well, I’m gonna take a break for a while… run to the store to get some things… want anything, Anon?”
>”uh, no thanks, i’m good.”
>”I heard Milk Duds. Good choice, I love those.”
>he loads his case into the passenger seat of his truck before hopping in 
>”Anyway, I’ll be back in around half an hour. Entertain yourselves on your phones or whatever in the meantime.”
>”And I swear to God, don’t do anything stupid. I trust you kids not to be idiots, alright?”
>”We’re fine, Bill” Avery reassures. ”Go do what you gotta do. I’ll go over Anon’s notes to make sure they’re accurate, that’s all.”
>”Alright, then” Bill convinces himself before slamming the door shut and taking off
>a bit of an eerie feeling comes over you for a second
>the boy always surrounded by groupies at school, now entirely alone with you
>it’s exactly what you wanted, your golden opportunity to make an impression
>but how do you go about it? how do you make sure not to waste this precious time?
>god, you wanted to get over this ridiculous crush, but being with him now only ignites it further
>lost in thought, you discover that Avery actually makes the first move
>”Hey, Anon, uh, did you wanna have another go with the FAL?”
>”... are you sure it’s okay with Bill gone?”
>”Yeah, don’t worry about it. He’s just scared about teaching someone underage is all. Doesn’t want to lose his license, y’know?”
>”He absolutely refused to let me shoot until I turned 18. Honestly, I’m surprised he let *you*…”
>”But I’m not worried about losing anything… here, I’ll show you how to hold it properly.”
>as you fire it together, you get some more in-depth lessons on things like recoil control
>Avery also tells you how he built it from some Israeli kit he won off an auction
>he’s a beast with that thing, and you show rapid improvement under his guidance
>it’s probably the most fun you’ve had all month
>even if it’ll likely end up bruising your shoulder like crazy
>something interesting you noticed though…
>when Avery was adjusting your stance, he seemed a little bit.. touchy-feely with you
>maybe that’s just how it’s meant to be done
>but he seemed to have a special interest in arm placement
>always trying to grab your biceps for some reason
>did you really need this much assistance?
>eventually, Bill comes back, distributes the snackies, and summarizes your lessons
>before he packs up the gear to haul it away
>a shame it has to end, but you supposedly got everything you came for
>”well, thanks for showing me your collection. it’s pretty impressive.”
>“Oh, actually, these are just what I brought from home.” Avery replies
>come again?
>”Hey, Bill”, Avery shouts from across the field, “You know which guns I have back at your place?”
>”Uhh… damn, let me think… there’s your P40… your sugar weasel… the AK-74 is yours, too, right?”
>”Yeah, the 74 is mine.”
>”...Yeah, that and the Mak, I *believe* those are all yours.”
>...what in the goddamn? he can just *have* all of that? a teenager?
>”Sorry, Anon. I would’ve liked to show you the full thing, but this’ll have to do for now.”
>you can only imagine that most of those aren’t legally his 
>probably his dad’s and he’s just allowed to borrow them
>fucking guy gets everything it seems
>but while you’d like to revel in the feeling of a job well done…
>after all, you got to shoot guns with Avery, get the materials for your essay
>*and* get a box of Milk Duds to bring home
>...something just doesn’t sit right with you
>about the way those two interacted with each other while you were here
>...no... you know exactly what it is
>you’ve read too many doujins that’ve ended in surprise NTR for far too long now
>you know the warning signs
>a big, husky man with a cute boy out in the middle of nowhere
>the seemingly friendly affection, the lewd attire right out of the blue
>and now how he apparently keeps stuff at Bill’s house
>the MC entirely oblivious to it all until it's too late
>and discovers his seemingly pure love interest face down taking the FUBpill
>you’re not an idiot… but are you perhaps just paranoid?
>you think for a moment on what to ask Bill in order to clear this up…
>”so, uh, how often do you and Avery come out here together?”
>”Around once every two weeks, I’d say… but not really under these circumstances.”
>”you mean with someone who’s too young to shoot?”
>”Well, actually, it’s usually me, Avery, and his dad, but when he's out of town, none of us typically meet.”
>”The only reason we’re here now is because his dad called in a favor…”
>”...said his son really wanted to show someone the range for a school project, so I said ‘Fuck it’.”
>”I didn’t really have much of anything else going on today, so here I am. I guess you lucked out, huh?”
>... yeah, it looks like you did
>it seems that he only likes shooting with Avery’s dad, seeing Avery as more of a third wheel
>even if your chances with the foxboy are still zilch, this at least gives you some peace of mind
>... but hold on, what was that he said about his dad calling in a favor?
>did Avery really have to pull some strings just to bring you on a trip with him?
>that thought sits with you the whole ride back to your house