Senior year, it only gets better from here
Okay, this is my first story, so some of you can be overly critical... but be gentle I guess. And note, these characters are ones that basically just popped into my head, if you wanna use them feel free to. Te hehe.
She was on top of him, the most gorgeous skunk he had ever seen. She had a perfect body, and deep blue eyes that looked down at him with nothing but a pure animalistic desire in them. Just as he reached up to embrace her, and force his knot into her, he woke up. He opened his eyes and angrily mumbles, "Fucking alarm clock... always has to happen at the good parts." He looks at the clock, 5am, just in time for a morning run.
He looks in the mirror as he gets up. Rovean slowly examines himself, he's around 5 foot 6, and weighs around 125 pounds. His emerald green eyes slowly scan his body, he never admits it but he takes a little bit of pride in his appearance. He is a metallic gray, with a white torso, and is not what his friends would call totally "ripped", but he gets by. Most noticeable are his pecs and arms, he was a swimmer after all, and constantly made the lame joke that he LOVED the breast stroke. Then his eyes are drawn to his sheath, and he sighs heavily, "I can't go for a run with this thing hanging out now can I." He quietly opens his bedroom door, and looks down the hall, "good... at least James is still asleep." He would absolutely die of embarrassment then and there if his older brother walked out of his room and saw his brother slowly grip his 10 inch cock in his hand and start teasing himself. He shuts the door, and the proceeds to his dresser, opening the top drawer on the left he selects a small bottle, a magazine, and an old rag.
He looks down at the magazine, and flips it open, and there she was. The skunk he had been fantasizing about, and who wouldn't. She was around 5 feet 1 inch tall, and had a gorgeous hourglass figure, not to mention was a firm C cup. He opens the bottle, and lubes himself up; preparing to finish what his sub-conscious mind had started, when his cell phone went off. He panics and reaches for it, in his rush the previous night he had not changed it from loud, so of course his ring tone starts blasting through his room.
"Hello?" he says in a gruff voice, knowing that he won't be able to get any release any time soon. "Hey man, I'm outside. You do remember that we were gonna go lift this morning right?" It had to be his best friend Alex, and Rovean suddenly knew he couldn't blow him off. "Yeah man, don't worry; I'm on my way out." Cursing his bad luck, he quickly glances down the hall again, and runs into the bathroom to wash the lotion off of himself. He then quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. He grabs a water bottle, and sprints down the stairs, at this point no longer caring if he woke up his brother or not, and opening the front door.
Looking out he saw Alex's Jeep, and he gave a quick wave to let him know he was coming. He then turned, closed the door, and sprinted to Alex's car. "Kinda cold this morning right?" Rovean just looked at his friend and started to laugh. Alex saying it was cold was like a fish saying it was thirsty, it just didn't happen. Alex was, to put it simply, a gentle giant. He almost never got mad, and was a great person to hang out with, that and his girlfriend was a very attractive fox, but that had nothing to do with it. It was at this point that Rovean noticed his friend had let his hair grow out, "dude, this is the first time I've ever seen a brown bear with the hair of a woman." He starts to laugh, and starts to choke a little bit because Alex decided at this point to slug him in the arm, to Alex it was a playful one, but to Rovean it hurt like hell. The 7 foot tall brown bear just smiled down at his friend, and they proceeded to go to the high-school.
"Come on, push it dude, come on..." Rovean was doing pull-ups, the one exercise Alex could never seem to do even though he was, by definition, chiseled. Rovean just glares down at his friend in what can only be described as hatred, it was Alex's idea that they should get up early, head to school, and have a quick workout before classes. Rovean would have been content with sleeping until 7:30 am, and doing a mad dash to school.
"Dude, you know you're gonna kill me with this right?" Rovean says after they finish their 3 mile run. Alex just looks down at his "mini" friend and starts laughing his thunderously loud bear laugh. "I think I could still take you though." At this they make eye contact, and seeing that Rovean is dead serious, they both break out into a large fit of laughter. "I'm gonna go hit the showers man, nothing worse than wet dog smell, even when you are a wolf." As he picks up his water bottle, his jaw drops, he sees a drop dead gorgeous girl running on the track. Alex follows his eyes and chuckles, "all bark and no bite wolfy?" At this Rovean snaps back to reality and growls at his friend, he has a bit of a temper. Rovean then glances back at the female Golden Retriever running on the track, and feels himself getting hard.
Taking one final glance at this goddess fallen to earth, he walks up the stairs to the boys locker room thinking, "senior year just got really interesting." As he lathers himself up in the shower, his mind keeps wandering back to the Golden Retriever. He couldn't stop thinking, "She must be new here, I've never seen her before, but man, she's really pretty." Looking down, he saw that his lower head agreed with him. He quickly glanced around, and at the clock, "6:30, I still have a couple of minutes if I make it really fast." So, taking his lathered up paw, he started to rub himself hard yet again. His mind drifted at first to the skunk, she was on her knees giving him a blowjob and staring into his eyes. She slowly took him out of her mouth, and put it between her breasts. He imagined her fur being silky smooth, and those two orbs that now enveloped his cock felt amazing. Starting slowly, and then quickly progressing, he starts to move his hips. He increases his speed until his arm feels as though it will fall off, this is his only real connection with reality at this time, and he can feel his rapidly growing knot. Quickly biting his tongue to keep from howling, he feels his cock empty itself.
Slowly he drifts back to reality, and looks around, "Good, there's still nobody here. Plus it's only 7:00, meaning Alex'll be in here soon." He then lathers himself up again, and washes himself, taking care not to excite himself again. Then walking to his locker, he thought back to the Golden Retriever, "she had about a C cup if I remember, and her body looked pretty fit... I wonder what sport she plays, and what the hell is her name!" Lost in thought he quickly dresses himself, throwing on a pair of blue-jeans stashed in his locker, and a white t-shirt, with a red sweat shirt. Of course before walking out into the hall, he looks in the mirror and has to smile to himself, "best thing about having short hair, it can never be super messy." As he steps out in the hall he bumps into a quickly moving gold shape.
"Geez, I am really sorry about that, are you all right?" As he is picking up the books now strewn across the hall, he looks at the person who had been carrying them. It was the Golden Retriever, he was dumbfounded. There she was, the only detail he had missed earlier had been her hair, it was cut about shoulder length, then he shook his head, "geez, get it together man or this chick's gonna mess with your head." Here he was thinking about her, and she had just magically appeared, "I really hope a case of beer doesn't just fall from the sky," he thinks to himself. After nothing happens he thinks, "It was worth a shot". Turning back to the task at hand, he reaches his paw out to help her up, "I can do it myself asshole." He quickly dropped his hand, but looking extremely confused. He was used to things that people called him, but this girl didn't even know him, what was her problem?
He then sets her books down on the ground and walks away, quickly spinning on his heels, and with a smile says, "I'm Rovean by the way." Clearly taken aback she responds in an almost in-audible whisper, "I'm Rachel." He then turns around, thinking, "You know, I just might start liking school."