The badger and bulldog cruised through town.
Felix had insisted on going to ‘see the sights’. Jack told him there weren’t any, the place was squaresville. Still, the badger had insisted.
Up ahead, there was a sign for a bowling alley.
“Look boss,” Jack said excitedly, his little tail thumping against the leather seat, “Bowling alley! You wanna go bowl?”
Jack looked up at the sign and blinked. “It’s called ‘The Bowling Alley’.”
“Yeah, not very inventive,” Jack pulled into the gravel parking lot outside the big building.
“’The Bowling Alley’.” Felix repeated, eyes still on the sign, wide in disbelief, “The FUCKIN’ BOWLING ALLEY?!”
Felix gnashed his teeth, eyes not leaving the sign.
Jack waited, wondering what was going on.
“Boss, you got a screw loose or something?” Jack asked, curiously, not sure if this was a joke or not, “Yeah, it’s lame, but…”
“The Bowling Alley,” Felix muttered, eyes transfixed on the sign. Blood trickled from his nostrils, “Bowling…”
Felix’s face started twitch, muzzle lifting and exposing teeth.
“Boss?” Jack leaned over, waving a paw in front of Felix’s twitching muzzle.
Felix’s eyes stared unblinkingly at the sign, the drip of blood from one nostril the only movement he made.
“Baby?” Jack asked, frantically running his paws over the badger’s face, “Come back to me!”
Jack turned to the sign and concentrated on it. He’d seen Felix do this a couple of times. All he seemed to need to do was focus… his… will…
Jack ground his teeth, staring at the sign, willing it to change. It flickered.
Felix jerked in his seat and blinked rapidly. Then he looked around, a look of pure startlement on his face. Jack turned Felix’s muzzle away from the sign, staring into his eyes.
“It’s okay, babydoll,” Jack said reassuringly, stroking his boyfrien’ds-err, best friend’s muzzle. “You’re fine. It’s just a dumb sign.”
Felix nodded, the confusion clearing from his face.
“Yeah. Yeah, I got it Jacky-boy.” The badger said finally, then leaned in.
They kissed, Jack pulling the handsome badger’s muzzle tightly to his own.
He rolled his tongue in Felix muzzle, tasting him. Felix’s paw crept over the muscular bulldog’s leg before rubbing the raging hard-on straining Jack’s jeans. The bulge swelled, Jack’s cock extending down the side of his leg. Jack grunted into the kiss, his cock twitching needily as Felix’s paw stroked it.
Felix broke the kiss, pulling away, face scrunched up in disgust.
“God, yer breath stinks!” Felix grumbled, waving a paw in front of his nose and sneezing. “You taste like onions. Here, have some gum.”
The badger pulled out a stick of cinnamon and handed it to the bulldog with a wink, taking a stick for himself. Jack rolled his eyes and accepted it, popping it into his mouth. They sat together in Jack’s souped-up wheels and chewed their gum, paws entwined.
Jack looked up and noticed the sign no longer read ‘Bowling Alley’.
It now said: Bowl-O-Rama, with a stylized bowling ball knocking over pins.
The bowling ball was bright pink, the pins white. Instead of a plain white board, it was now neon, the image switching from full pins to the ball crashing into them, sending them flying.
The bulldog budged Felix and pointed at the sign.
“What?” Felix asked, looking up at it in confusion.
“Sign changed.” Jack grinned.
“What?” Felix raised a furry brow.
Jack stared at him. “Uh, nothing boss.”
“Okay, then. Anyways, it does look like a cool place,” Felix said, muzzle stretching into a grin. “Let’s check it out!”