"Take Me Home, Country Roads" Banzuke, Sumo Toshiyori, Part 8

Axel gazed mournfully out of the Train window, he knew from the surrounding buildings and landmarks that he was getting very close to the station, there was a sight grinding noise as the brakes were applied and the locomotive began to slow down. Eventually it stopped and the Racoon got out of his seat, pulled down his bag from the overhead shelf. Letting out a sigh, he hefted it over his shoulder as he made his way down the carriage, out of the door and onto the platform. His parents soon made themselves visible from amongst the passengers that where milling about, and beckoned him over. Both hugged and greeted him warmly, but inside Axel felt a little guilty, his Mother chatted excitedly as they made their way to the family Car

"Right we’re stopping by your Grandma’s place on the way home !" insisted Axel’s Father, once they’d all clambered inside, as he turned the key in the ignition, bringing the old station wagon to life.

"She’s VERY old now !" Axel’s Mother earnestly reminded him, "….And she’s been asking to see you ALL the time……".

Axel drew a deep breath, steadying himself for the tidal wave of guilt, that was no doubt about to engulf him, now they were in the relative, inescapable "Privacy" of the automobile, mentally he counted to three…..one, two…….

"Only you’re practically living in Eng-er-land now !" rasped his Father, pronouncing it’s name, so it sounded like some, backwards, untamed country.

Axel let out a sigh, he KNEW that was coming !. "But my Friend’s live over there, and……." He protested in vain.

"WHAT !, the ‘State’s not good enough for you, Son ?, is that it ?, you’ve got a job at that Kuma Motor’s place haven’t you ?" his father let loose like a machine gun of short, abrupt sentences, each one feeling like an accusing finger being dug in between Axel’s ribs.

"Isn’t that what you’re over here for ?, "Covering" for your "friend’s" while they’re doing whatever they damn well please in Japan ?, SOME FRIENDS !!".

"What happened, honey ?", Axel’s concerned mother, asked him in a soothing tone, eager to quell the escalating row, that her Husband was obviously spoiling for.

"Yeah, you not GOOD enough to train over their ?, I suppose the "Novelty" has worn off now the hard work’s set in ?".

"NO !,……NO IT HASN’T !!", Axel rarely ever raised his voice to his Father, but he’d had enough of biting his lip, counting the seconds until they reached his Grandma’s. "If you MUST know, I practically run and help coach the English team, back over in London…I’d like to go back over their the first chance I get, but for now,…. Yeah, I’m "Covering" for some of my fiends back here, Mr Kuma let me have "Time off" to come and visit, Decker’s "Off" work too, as he hurt his…….."

"I don’t understand ?", interrupted his Mother, "In your last Competition, you were on the AMERICAN team, not the English one ??". Axel winced, he had hoped he’d have been able to "Change the subject" a little.

"Good enough to train ‘em……But they don’t want you on THEIR team, best get yourself an’ English passport……." Cackled his Father, bitterly, before his Son had a chance to respond.

"Oh, believe me, I’m THINKING about it !!" hissed Axel, from between clenched teeth.

"Oh…Toodle pip, what ?!", was the sarcastic reply, delivered in the manner of an English Toff, from a hundred years ago.

Rolling his eyes, Axel just sighed softly and gazed out of the window, he didn’t want to be arguing right now, he missed his friend’s. Part of him wished he’d stayed in Japan like the others, and another wished he was back in that big Victorian Terrace house, in London’s Notting hill gate, together with his beloved Dennis and Rusty, like in the days before the recent Basho. But…..things had "Changed" since then…..

Eventually, they arrived at the creepy old "Retirement" home, where his Grandmother lived, parked in the small car park, and headed up to the entrance. "Oh hello, Mr Preston….." smiled the Female Warden, to Axel’s Father as she met them at the front door, "You must be here to see your Mother, she’s been very excited about you all coming today……"

" You must be her "Sumo Wrestler" Grandcub I’ve heard SO much about !" the Motherly looking Rabbit mused, turning her attention to Axel, adjusting her glasses as she looked him up and down. Axel shuffled nervously on the spot, guessing what she was about to say, "Aren’t you a little…ummm "Small" for a Sumo Wrestler ??".

"They have Light weight classes !" he shrugged his shoulders, and let out a poorly hidden sigh, "You’re probably thinking of Daikonran or Morgan, my team-mates…….".

"Oh that must be it, sorry sweetie…. C’mon, let’s not keep your Grandma waiting……".

"Mrs Preston, you’ve got visitors !" called the Warden as she lightly rapped a knuckle on a numbered door at the end of a long corridor, she’d led them down.

"Please….come in….." called a gentle voice from within, the Female Rabbit twisted the door handle and swung it open, "I’ll leave you too it then", she smiled.

"He-llo Gran’….." Breathed Axel, a little apprehensively as the frail elderly Racoon clambered out of her armchair and wandered slowly over to meet him.

"What do you think of my Grandcub then ?, isn’t he Handsome !", the Elderly Racoon looked to the warden for approval, as she reached the doorway.

"Yes, Mrs Preston !" the Rabbit beamed, as Axel swirmed, "I was just saying, I thought he’d be a bit bigger, what with him being a Wrestler, anyway, I’ve got things to be doing, so I’ll leave you all alone now…", and turning on her heel, headed back down the corridor.

"Hello, Axel…Sweetheart !, give your Gran’ a BIG kiss !" Granny Preston asked expectantly as she usured the three of them into her room, Axel did as she asked, and a joyous expression washed over here elderly face. "Haven’t you GROWN !" she added, with a toothy grin.

"Yeah, Gran…." Replied Axel, she ALWAYS said that, practically out of habit whenever she met any of her grandcub’s, regardless of whether they’d stopped growing or not. She hugged him once again, and holding on to his shoulders, held him at arms length, scrutinising him, as if she was looking at him for the first {or last ?} time.

"Won’t you all sit down ", she chirped, after hugging and greeting her own Son and his wife, and they obediently did as she asked.

"You sit next to ME !" beamed the elderly Racoon, as she affectionately gripped hold of Axel’s arm, and led him towards the old Armchair next to her own. "Now you tell me ALL about what you’ve been upto over in Japan and in England !". Axel shuffled about nervously in the dusty overstuffed armchair, he could tell his parents had obviously told her all that they knew, but like any Grandmother, she wanted to hear it from her Grandcub, first hand !.

"There’s not much to tell really, Gran….." started Axel, modestly. As the elderly Racoon looked at him with wide-eyed interest, and an eager grin.

"I’m still training at Sumo….and I……".

"Oh YES !!" shrilled the old Racoon, "I watched that on the Television when it was on not so long ago…..Didn’t I, Son ?".

"Yes Mother….." sighed Axel’s Father, dryly.

"You made me SO proud, when you where doing your Sumo up in that ring….especially when you "Kicked that Koala’s BUTT !!"…..". everyone laughed nervously, and Axel’s Gran continued, "Some of my friends here at the retirement home, teased me that I had a "New Grandcub", because you wrestle wearing that thing that looks like a diaper……but I think you look quite dapper in it, so it’s a "Dapper diaper" !".

"Umm, actually it’s called a "Mawashi", Gran…." Axel corrected her, gently.

"What ever you call it, I think you look really Handsome in it !, you must have ALL the young lady Racoons chasing after you……!?".

"Yeah……Ri….ght !" breathed Axel, wishing the giant chair would swallow him up.

"I’ve got your picture up there on the wall……" she continued, as if she hadn’t heard his nervous remark, much to Axel’s relief. He politely looked to where she was pointing, it was a photo of him as he had entered the Ring for the first time at the recent Basho. It was surrounded by various other pictures of his Brothers, and the rest of his family.

"T…that’s great, Gran…..".

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"Hiya, Sweetheart …."

"Oh, Hello…. Billy !" Smiled Travis as the Wombat greeted him with a timid wave, as he approached him, as he stood on duty beside the lifeguards hut, it was the early shift, so he only really had a few Surfers to watch over.

"I saw your Sumo Tournament on the Telly….You did really well for a first timer, didn’t you….."

"Yeah, I guess so…" Grinned the Sea Otter, nervously remembering how the Older Wombat once had a bit of crush on him {See "Hit the Drum" + "Yahoo Serious" Parts} "I see your "Mate" the Golden Retriever did quite well as well,……. I imagine he’s your "Mate" in more ways than one?, isn’t he ??" beamed the Wombat with a lecherous grin.

"W..Wh..What do you MEAN !?".

"Oh, come now !" winked Billy, "we both "know the game"……".

"I can’t hide anything from you, can I ?, you ol’ queen….." sighed Travis, cocking a thumb idly in the waistband of his Red Speedo’s, as he lent lazily back against the white painted, wooden Lifeguards hut.

" ‘Guess you could call us an "Item" now….. I guess !" the Chocolate Brown Otter replied with a far away look, as he thought of his lover.

"Ahh…..Young love !" fawned Billy, reminiscing when he was their age, "I’ve found "Someone" now, too…. You know !".

"REALLY !" blurted Travis, going wide eyed with surprise, "I guess there’s "Someone for everyone" out there……".

"You’re wise beyond your years, in saying that…it’s certainly true!…I met him "On the Internet" of all places……anyway, that’s kind of why I came to see you……". Travis swallowed, not sure what the homely Wombat was leading up to.

"Look, Sweetheart…I won’t beat about the bush…… I’m going to go abroad for an indeterminable length of time, to be with him and see how the pair of us "Get on" in R.L…".

"R.L ?" questioned the Otter.

"Real-life, Oh I’m picking up all the ‘Net "Slang", already, I must sound like a real Nerd !" wailed Billy in despair.

"No you don’t !" insisted Travis, kindly "I’m happy for you !".

"Anyway….well…" continued the Wombat, "if the pair of you want to live in my Bungalow while I’m gone……..".

"You mean…… Like "House sitting" ?"

"Yeah, you could call it that…I guess……".

"I’ll have to ask Bowser, to see what he thinks of the idea…..".

"Y..Yes, of course, Sweetie" coughed the Wombat, "I don’t want to "Burn all my bridges", so this way, I can come back, if thing’s don’t work out….".

"Oh, I see……".

"You and your "Mate" can "Test the waters" of "Married life", this way too…." Billy added with a knowing, rye smile. "that way, we’re all happy and….pardon the old fashioned use of the word…..GAY !".

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"Hiya, "Hotshot" !" blustered Marcus as he came out to meet them as the car pulled up in the drive of the Preston family home.

"Alright, ‘Bro’…" replied Axel as he stepped out of the car, clutching at his bag, the abborant look his elder brother was giving him made him feel a little uneasy, "Where’s everyone else?"

" Spencer is still away at university, you know how much of a brainy swot he is…."

"MARCUS!, that’s no way to talk about your oldest brother, you know we’re all VERY proud of him……" snapped his Mother.

"Your Mothers right Son !" added his father, but he half looked at Axel as he said that, rather than who he was meant to be chastising.

"Ummm, so where’s Dale?"

"AXEL !!" cried a voice from behind him, and a sound of running feet.

His youngest brother dropped his school bag, and ran headlong into him.

"Yeah, Dale’s gonna defeat Axel with a "Pushy-outy" technique !" the little Cub shrilled excitedly. Axel pretended to grimace and strain against the young Racoon.

"Not unless….he..counters…with…… NO, it’s TOO LATE !" Axel comically crumpled to the ground as if Dale has just beaten him in a bout, much to the Cub’s amusement.

"Don’t go filling his head with all that Sumo nonsense !" sneered Marcus as he lent lazily back against the family car, "Y’ wanna be doin’ a REAL Sport, like Football, ……".

"NO WAY !" shrieked Dale, " ‘Bunch of guy’s chasing after a ball, that’s WELL DUM, I read about Sumo in a book they’ve got at school about Japan, it says it’s the noble art of……."

"Noble ?, prancing about in a Diaper?, that would suit you, seeing as you’ve not long grown out of them……".

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK !"

"No way, short stuff…besides bet’cha can’t even SPELL "Noble" !"

"CAN TOO !" pouted the youngest Racoon.

"Can…NOT !!"

"CAN TOO !"

"Alright, you two…..knock it off !" snarled their impatient Father, "Now get inside !".

" Ummm, is it Ok, if I have a look around, for a sec’…." Axel asked, "I’ll be "In" in a few minutes….".

"Want to take a look around the back yard an’ stuff eh ?" asked his Father, as they where left alone for the first time, since his arrival, "Don’t worry… the ol’ Tyre swing and tree house are still there !".

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"Jethro……??"

"Oh…Hi……" Puffed the sweating Platypus, who was clad only in a pair of baggy shorts, as he stopped doing his sit ups on the decking outside Ralph’s Surf hire hut, as Bowser jogged towards him.

"What’s with the sit ups ?" the Golden Retriever panted, as he sat down on the edge of the wooden porch.

"Oh, y’know…a guy’s gotta keep in shape !".

"Sudden change of Heart, huh ?", smiled Bowser, "Can’t do any harm !".

"Huh, Listen t’ you Mr SPEEDO’S, if you’re not swannin’ around in those like your mate Travis, you’re in a Mawashi, TRAINING !!".

"That’s WHAT I’m here for……" grinned the Canine, "Trav’ will prob be along in a bit, d’ you want "in" ??….for "Old times sake" ??".

"HHHEEEYYYYY!!!" rasped Jethro, through his Leathery bill, "Ralph an’ Colin……".

"Are back in Japan!" Bowser completed his sentence for him, "Ralph wouldn’t want us to quit and slack off just because he’s not here….How’s it going runnin’ his ‘Hut anyway ??".

"Oh, no worries, he left me a stack of his Old Comic’s to read if I got bored and…..".

"Hi Guys !" interrupted Travis, as he approached them, clad in only his Red Speedo’s as usual.

"Huh, look, it’s your "Twin"…" smirked Jethro, with mild sarcasm.

"Oh I just KNEW I shouldn’t have worn this outfit ! Clash-clash-clash !!" rebuked the Otter, in a really camp manner, that made Bowser wince.

"Room for one more ?" came a voice, as a large muscular figure caught up with Travis.

"Hi, Rory….." Chorused the others, "You here for the Sumo ?".

"Yeah, ‘but only for a bit, I’ve got to go on duty in a while…..", the Lion ran his hand self consciously back over his mane, which was tied in a Pony tail, slicking down any stray hairs as he did so.

"Oh GOOD !" grinned Travis mischievously, " ‘plenty of Mawashi’s out back…..Jethro will show you how to put one on……".

"HEY, I was only going to watch !, not participate….", protested the Lion who was dressed in a White Vest and Red Lifeguard shorts.

"You can keep your Speedo’s on underneath….if you’re "Shy" !" scoffed Travis, as he shooed the reluctant Feline towards the Hut door, Jethro just rolled his eyes and got up to go along with him, to change.

"Aren’t you guys changing ??" wailed Rory, as Jethro shut the door behind them.

"In a minute…..Two’s company, an’ all that…..", the Sea Otter called back, referring to the small amount of space inside, along with the Surf Hire equipment and the like.

"You’ll NEVER guess what !", Travis whispered to Bowser, once he could hear the Platypus and Lion making too much noise to over hear them.

"What ?" hissed the Golden Retriever, eager and surprised.

"Billy’s letting us "House sit" his place, while he goes abroad to check out his Foreign Internet "Love"….What’cha think ??".

"I’ll have to think about it…..", replied Bowser, simply. Travis’s mouth hung open in shock, he thought….

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As Axel wandered around, reminiscing upon part of his childhood spent playing in the back yard, with his older brothers. He was about to climb up to look at the old tree house, when he heard footsteps behind him, and a low voice rumbled, "You’re just as bad as Spencer, you BOTH act like your shit don’t stink !".

"Marcus ?" mouthed Axel with surprise, as his slightly older bother stalked him, moving aggressively, so he could herd him out of sight of the house.

"Spencer’s everyone’s favourite, as he’s at university and all that Bullshit…. Then there’s YOU…I’m just stuck in the middle !".

Axel knew Marcus had a bit of a short temper, so he knew from experience that some fast-talking was his best recourse.

"What do you mean ?, the folk’s giving you a hard time or something ?".

"Yeah, like YOU can’t guess…."Why can’t you apply yourself more like Spencer, take an interest in Sport like Axel, set more of an example to Dale, he’s your little brother…. blah blah blah…it’s like I can’t do soddin’ ANYTHING right !".

"Do they say that, about the Sumo I mean ?".

"Yeah, Dad act’s like he’s not really interested in it, but he’ll sit behind us when you’re on the Telly competing, and he’ll be yelling at the screen like he’s your coach in NO time…..".

"Oh…" mused Axel, lost in thought.

"SMUG BASTARD !" snarled Marcus, and punched him in the stomach. Axel buckled forward, not really expecting the sucker punch, "I can still lay you out, wrestler or NOT !" his Brother spat at him, as Axel reeled around.

"GGGGGRRRAAAAHHHHHH!!!" roared Axel, instinctually he leapt forward at him, as if he was thundering out of the tatchai position in a Sumo bout. Caught unawares, Marcus toppled backwards, his brother landing on top of him. They fought each other where they fell, but then a stern voice stopped them.

"RIGHT, CUT IT OUT !…. THE PAIR OF YOU !!".

"He started it, Dad " protested Marcus, freeing himself from Axel’s grip, "He just laid into me…..".

"Yeah, like I’ve NOT heard THAT one before…..you were just the same as Cub’s, scrappin’ all the time". Muttered his Father, wearily, "Maybe Axel’s got a spare washi-rag thing, the pair of you could have a Sumo comp’ on the front lawn, an’ I could charge the neighbours to watch…..is that WHAT y’ want, SON ?" he glowered at Marcus as he yanked him to his feet.

"N…No…Dad…." Marcus still lived at home {Unlike Spencer and Axel} and was still answerable to his burly Father, like someone almost half his age, the constant threat of getting booted out of the family home was often hung over his head.

"Think I’m JOKING Son ?, y’got one in your bag, Ax’ ?".

Axel stood up, and desperately racked his brain for a reply, it was very hard to tell weather his Father was being serious or not. He decided to gamble on a response, "No, ‘didn’t think I’d need it, but if Mom’s got an old white sheet, I could make us some…..".

"GOOD !" Their Father fixed his steely glaze on Marcus, then he started shaking like he was stifling a laugh, "HAH, the LOOK on Marc’s FACE, did y’ see it, Ax’ ??".

"Yes Dad", replied the confused Racoon, as his Father relished the moment.

"Right, YOU can wash the car, THAT ought to keep you out of mischief", he growled pointedly to Marcus. "An’ if I hear one word of complaint outta you, I’ll have Axel kit you out in one of those Sumo-thingies and you can wear it for the rest of the day, seeing how you seem to act a bigger Cub than Dale most of the time, anyway….".

Marcus just nodded sadly, and hurried to carry out his Fathers orders.

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"Here comes the "Jungle Emperor" !" called an exuberant Rory, with both his arms raised in a victorious gesture, as he emerged from the Hut, dressed in just a Mawashi, closely followed by a similarly dressed short, stocky platypus.

"Your Majesty!" Travis performed a dramatic Shakespearean style sweeping bow, in reverence to him.

"Can WE just get on with it !", insisted Jethro, impatiently.

"OOOHHHH, someone’s taken over from Colin already !", smirked Bowser, "Why don’t you show Rory, how we warm up with Shiko an’ stuff, while Travis an’ me go in the ‘Hut and change….".

"Yeah…..Sorry Mate,….It’s just I always feel a bit of a fool, wearing THIS thing, with my butt cheeks hangin’ out……" apologised the Platypus.

"Oh, I dunno….It’s surprisingly comfortable, I think….." added Rory, "I took my Speedo’s off, ‘don’t thing they really "went" together, an’ you guy’s don’t wear anything underneath yours….Ok then, Jef’…show me how Sumo dudes are supposed to "Warm up"…". As the Platypus and Lion made their way onto the sand, Bowser and Travis made their way into the hut to change, in silence.

"One question……" whispered Travis, as he stepped out of his Skimpy swimming trunks and began wrapping himself in the length of cotton material, as they changed within the confines of the small wooden hut, "Why NOT !".

"I’ll tell you later….." hissed the Canine, gesturing with his eyes, that the others where outside, and might….. With a haughty pout, Travis lent over and jabbed the play button on Ralph’s stereo, Scooters "We bring the noise" album started blaring out. The Otters facial expression changed to a smug "You where saying ??", and he moved in closer to the nervous Canine, and waited expectantly for an explanation.

"Y’know what’ll HAPPEN !" wheezed the Golden retriever, as loud as he dared, not wishing to be heard over the thumping music.

"No, I DON’T !?…..Enlighten me ?" rasped Travis, it was the first time, the Dog had seen the Chocolate Brown Otter not being his usual bubbly exuberant self, and it made him a little uneasy. Bowser swallowed hard, and steeled himself, "You know what EVERYONE will say !, we might as well run up and down the Beach with a ‘Pride flag……..".

"Who’s EVERYONE ?", Travis spat back, as he continued securing his Mawashi around his slender muscular waist.

"Colin, Rev-head…umm, Jethro…..Rory, maybe…." Stammered Bowser, as he stepped out of his own Speedo’s and lifted up his Mawashi, covering his sheath and pulling the length of material back between his legs, before beginning to wrap it around himself.

"You weren’t so SHY about sharing a Hotel room !" Travis reminded him, as he tightened his own Mawashi and began tying the flat knot at the back.

"Oh, THAT was different…you know how that came about…….." pleaded Bowser, as he hurried to catch up, so he’d be "Changed" at the same time, "They practically shoved us in the same room, so…..".

"You didn’t seem to take much coaxing, back then either….." Muttered Travis, cutting him off, as the Dog babbled an explanation.

"Awww, you just act SO, y’know GAY, most of the time…… You know as well as I do, what everyone would think…..it wouldn’t be like we could get away with being "Straight acting".

"Well, you’d better choose then…..", hissed the Otter, as he stormed outside in a huff.

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"Well, I’m about ready to turn in", announced Axel, stifling a yawn, as he sat watching TV in the living room with his parents and Marcus, Dale had gone to bed long ago…..and it was getting late.

"Ok, g’night Son !", muttered his Father, looking up from the TV guide he was scrutinising.

"Good night Dad !"

"Good night, love…your old room’s all made up for you !" called his Mother, from the other side of the room.

"Thanks, ‘night Mom !".

"Good night, sweetie !".

"Marcus ?", Axel looked expectantly to his sour looking brother.

"Good night, Mary-Ellen !", the other Racoon sneered sarcastically back at him, his eyes still fixed intently on the TV screen, even though he was obviously bored of the programme that was on it. His father nudged him with an elbow, from where he was sat. "Heeeyyy!!, quit it !, I was JUST jokin’…Good NIGHT, Axel !" Marcus replied, grudgingly.

" ‘Night Bro’….".

Climbing the stairs, Axel opened the door to his old small Bedroom, it was just as he had left it before he had gone away, his "Power-line" posters still hung on the walls, and the room had a slightly dank smell from not being lived in. It seemed smaller than he remembered it as well, everything did…… Casually, he wandered around, examining his old toys and possessions lovingly as though they where precious Antiques. Carefully he picked a favourite Book from when he was very little, off one of the shelves, it was "Richard Scarry’s, Busy Busy World Storybook". How ironic it seemed now, when he used to read it, he’d dream of visiting all the different Countries in the World, and meeting all the different Furs that populated them. He smiled inwardly, as he idly flipped through the pages and reached the Australian page….. There was a picture of a Baby Koala in a Diaper…. He couldn’t help but think of one of his opponent’s, Colin…….. Feeling himself getting tired, Axel promptly undressed, when he originally lived at home, he’d wear Pyjamas…but he’d long since got used to sleeping in the "All together" [Nude], snuggled up with Dennis and Rusty, back in the massive bed in their Victorian Terrace house, in London.

As he clambered under the Duvet, and shuffled about getting comfortable in his old, now unfamiliar bed, his mind drifted into a fantasy of when he was snuggled up with his beloved Badger and Fox, back in England. Most Sunday morning’s they would make unhurried love together, and in his mind, he could remember one of those many times, like a Video being played back…..

"Y’ awake ?" Dennis would whisper, lovingly leaning over him, to check.

"Y..yeah…" Axel replied, as he nestled back into the Badger’s broad chest, as he’d envelope his muscular Silver Grey arm’s around him.

"Horny, too ?" Rusty would add, as the Fox stirred, and rolled over to face the cuddling couple, reaching up to playfully ruffle the Racoon’s chest fur, while Dennis would grope him to "make sure" he was.

"He’s Horny !" the Badger would confirm, in his deep voice, as he fondled and cupped the Racoon’s ball’s, making him giggle, as he’d continue to tantalisingly tease his erection, by slowly stroking it up and down at an agonising slow pace, "Pass me the "Axel" grease…..would you ?" he’d ask the eagerly watching Fox, as he pointed to the Lube on the Bedside table, next to the Parappa alarm clock.

"But you only fucked me last night……" Axel would whimper, innocently, as if he was "Innocent" and "Inexperienced" as the Fox rummaged around on the bedside table for the ‘Lube.

"Oh SURE you are !" Crooned Rusty, not falling for his false protest in the slightest.

" We don’t want you walking around bandy legged at Sumo practice, do we !?" Dennis would grin, as he’d toss back the giant Duvet, smear his throbbing erection with lube, put a generous dollop to one of his fingers, and apply it to Axel’s tail hole, as he’d get up onto "All fours". Rusty meanwhile would turn around in the opposite direction and shuffle underneath him, so they would be in a "Sixty nine" position. "Ready down here !" he would call out to Dennis, as the Badger would rub Axel’s body all over, teasing him… He would reach underneath, and "Feed" the Racoon’s cock, into the eager Foxes muzzle, on which he would begin to suckle. A hand would draw itself up along Axel’s back, until it reached the back of his head and gently but firmly "remind" him, he was to return the favour, and suck on the Foxes cock in return. He wouldn’t really need to be reminded, and aided by the pressure to the back of his skull, impaled his muzzle down over the Foxes large erection, and sucked hungrily upon it, like it was the straw in a thick shake. Dennis meanwhile, would align his ample Cock with the tailhole in front of him, brushing the bushy Racoon tail carefully up out of the way once more, as his cocktip probed, seeking it’s target. Axel would shudder with anticipation, then….. UUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

Dennis would seize hold of his hips and pull him back onto his throbbing erection the same time as he’d thrust forward just to make doubly sure. Axel had half expected it, and just screwed his eyes tightly shut as he was squewered, making a conscious effort not to bite or dig his teeth into the tender Foxes Cock that filled his muzzle. The Badger would slowly draw back until just the tip remained buried in him, then thrust back forward sharply, another practice thrust, causing Axel to whine at the torturous slow pace, then he’d EXPLODE into action, a sex crazed, rutting, fucking mass of Badger flesh.

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"You’re late !" snapped Travis, as he emerged from the Hut, to be confronted by a familiar Leather jacket clad figure, sat watching Jethro and Rory train, it was Rev – Head!.

"Yeah, well…… I’m kinda jacking it in with th’ Sumo !" announced the Tasmanian Wolf, standing up to confront the bitchy Otter. "I’m gonna ride across Australia, with the "Full Moon Riders", a Biker gang, that I’m kinda "In" with, ‘cos I help fix their Bike’s an’ stuff……".

"Well, we’d be sorry to lose you….. It’s just Bowser an’ Me, and…..", began Travis, realising he’d snapped at him, when it was Bowser he was angry with.

"Yeah, well… ‘ain’t that COZY !" hissed the Tasmanian Wolf, dryly, as he never really liked Travis much, and glared accusingly at Bowser as he wandered out of the hut, still adjusting his Mawashi.

"What’s that…you’re quitting ?" asked the Golden Retriever, as he’d overheard, as he’d made his way to the hut door. But inside he guessed what the insinuating look on the Wolves face, meant.

"Yeah, tell Col’ an’ Ralph why, whenever they decide to come back here……" The Tasmanian Wolf muttered as he turned to go. "Tell ‘em it was fun an’ all that…..I just don’t think I’ve got the commitment for it!".

"Happier up to your elbows in Engine grease ?, or because you got beat ?", sneered Travis, still in a bit of a catty mood.

"Yeah, whatever !" breathed the scruffy Wolf, dismissifully, ignoring the Otter, "Rev –Head’s my name, engine’s my game…..".

"What’s your "Real" name, anyway ?" asked Jethro, innocently, as he wandered over, "I know you got the nick-name "Rev-Head" ‘Cos you’re a Mechanic…."

"Promise you won’t laugh", replied the Wolf, who couldn’t help but think back with a tiny bit of fondness, on the day when he first came here, and ended up starting to train along with the homely Platypus, Golden Retriever, and Otter, as they all nodded their eager agreement. "I guess you’ll be taking my place on the team now, if the others will let you, Jeff’…. ‘you just "Keep the faith", HUH ?".

"Yeah,……I’ll try !" mumbled Jethro looking down at his feet, the Muscular Lion stood along side him, made him feel majorly inferior.

"Yea, well…..going back t’ your original question, y’all might as well know my name, ‘cos I’m gunna be riding my bike off into the sunset tonight….. I’ve had enough of this two-bit town, maybe going to Japan gave me the "Travel Bug", or something…..Anyway the name I was born with is………", he stopped, giving a dramatic pause, taking in the expectant looks on their faces, "Rodney !!!!"

TO BE CONTINUED…….