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The last shower came to a pattering stop with a loud squeak from its tap, and its occupant reached up to the towel hook with a whistle on his lips. Once retrieved from its hanging spot, the white, threadbare cloth in question was soon being scuffed back and forth across sandy, recently soaped canine fur - drying, fluffing, and straightening out until its owner was dry, satisfied, and stepped out from the stall entirely.

A lean but well-built jackal with stately ears and a dark-tipped tail, Chris Roman had just as many things going for him in theory as he did by way of appearances. He was the star of the Waterton Wolves, for one, as well as a pride student, a prodigal son, and a top-shelf scientist to be.

On top of all those other things, however, Chris was also the subject of one different, more personal angle of admiration. The kind that one tries to push down throughout the day, and that is let out only in one's weakest, most instinctual moments.

The only problem was that he didn't know it yet.

The rest of the team had already finished cleaning and drying up, but Chris liked to take his time getting clean, especially when he was going to be going to a social event like the party this evening. Thus, as he came out of the shower expecting to be alone, he was somewhat surprised to see another figure sitting on the bench in front of the stall - a tallish, muscular German Shepherd with ginger rings of fur around the black of his ears, muzzle, and neck that was currently fishing around in his sports bag for something or other.

Chris' face shifted into a smile as he took his towel from over his shoulder and began to rub at his chest fur once more. It's just Julian. "Oh hey, Julian. Didn't see you there. Lemmie just get dry for a second."

Julian smiled in return, finishing with the contents of his bag, and eventually coming to sit straight up in the bench. "Don't worry, was just packing up."

The jackal nodded and lifted both his hands and the towel over his head - moving it back and forth rapidly, and giving the dog sat before him a fully exposed view of the still semi-wet body beneath it. The smaller canine's soft, muscular, but lean chest led down to a patch of scruffier fur that first hugged his belly and then dipped down to the real showstopper between his legs.

Chris' sheath was sandy, compact, but still sizable enough to catch the eye, and when the jackal turned to the side, Julian was confronted by a straight-on glance of his firm, athletic ass and slowly flicking tail as well. Julian couldn't see the pucker up underneath that sandy-colored flag, but in a way he was glad for that slight mercy. This is teasing enough. I think I might explode if I saw any more.

The towel came down, as did Chris' arms, and the jackal shook his head to steady out his fur and ears before glancing down again at Julian. The German Shepherd had taken this time to hastily pull out his phone, and was flicking his thumb on its screen as Chris began to speak to him - trying to conceal the fact that the device was upside-down in his palm. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to Jack's party tonight. Are you coming?"

The dog thought for a moment - too frazzled and aroused to care about answering the question honestly - and then nodded awkwardly. "Sure. Why not."

Chris nodded, smiled, and then was turned about to get dressed, thankfully sparing Justin more torture by doing so behind one of the stall walls. By the time that the jackal was clad in his trademark black shirt and greyish trousers, Justin was biting his tongue, and could hardly keep his expression straight as Chris picked up his bag and made to leave. "See you there, then."

The German Shepard nodded back as the jackal strode away from him towards the locker room door, watching his retreating behind, and feeling his sheath swelling in his underwear with every step that the jackal took away from him. "Yeah, see you."

The door clattered shut, and Justin let out a great sigh. Finally alone. Now I can do what I so urgently need to before I do something stupid.

Heart racing, the German Shepherd stood, tossed his towel onto the seat he had been sitting on, glanced around cautiously, and unzipped his jeans. Next, greeted by the sight of the cloth covered bulge inside, he pulled his underwear down just enough to cause its contents to pop out to where he could see them. His sheath and balls were larger than most - covered in light, beige fur that connected to the colors of his belly, and ringed by the darker stripes - but what they were right now was tingling, teased, and unsatisfied.

At first he simply looked down at the package and the drooling tip slowly emerging from its edge with an air of self-disappointment, but then he reached down to wrap his hand his sheath to squeeze and gauge its blood-filled warmth. It only took one roll of the wrist to cause him to suck in air through his teeth and grunt from an explosion of pleasure. Damnit. I can't keep doing this.

But it was too good for him to stop now, and as his mind wandered into the land of fantasy, he could almost feel it. Chris's huffing breath and gentle paw on his sheath as the jackal knelt in front of him and jerked him off. Chris's orange, seductive eyes looking up at him as he started to lick his balls, his knot, and eventually take his entire cock deep, deep into his muzzle...

"Hi there, sexy. I see you're having fun all alone."

Justin's blood shot cold, his heart jolted, and his head glanced towards the doorway behind him in half a second. Once he took in the figure stood there, however, his shock and embarrassment turned to a frown. Not her.

For it was Stacey; a slim white vixen with a perpetual smirk plastered across her face, a short skirt, and - most importantly - a rather proud reputation as the school slut. Not that there's really a person who isn't a slut at Waterton.

He didn't really care about the fact that she's walked in on him, as he'd seen her doing much worse plenty of times without asking for it, but he she had been trying to get in his pants for months, and her hungry expression now told the dog that she thought she had succeeded. "Stacy. What are you doing here? This is the guys' locker."

Taking slow, gloating steps forwards and running her eyes up and down Justin's body - focusing naturally on his still-exposed sheath - the female chuckled lightly. "I did just come to see if anyone wanted to go to Jack's party with me, but I like what I found better."

The shepherd gritted his teeth and tried to cover his groin with his hands, fighting against the urge to yell at her or just simply walk away to find somewhere else where he could do his business in peace before he went crazy. "I want to be alone. Please go."

Finally close enough to touch, Stacey pouted at this, and leaned in. "If you really want me to, but..." The vixen extended her hand and caused her fingers to graze on Julian's arm. His frown only deepened into a sneer at the touch, but Stacey didn't mind, and stroked the fur there with some erotic intent. "You should know that you can have me, sexy. I'd do anything for a stud like you."

Justin took a deep breath to finally order her away, but as he took that breath, it caught in his throat, and his heart jumped. I'd do anything. On one hand, he wanted nothing to do with this sheath-chasing tail-raiser, but on the other, this was an opportunity to get something for himself. Something that he couldn't get from any other place, and something that he only considered now thanks to the sheer amount of arousal and hormones running in his veins.

Julian slowly huffed, and let out words that he could hardly believe he was saying. "On one condition."

Stacy's face lit up like a beacon of earnest glee, but Julian was too busy in his own mind too notice - tickled and tempted by an idea that made his pulse race, his neck prickle, and his balls tighten. "No. Two."

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Huffing lightly with both eyes closed, Julian shifted his rear a little closer to the edge of the bench and worked his paw up and down his now fully erect canine length at a light, teasing rhythm. Before he would have been worried that someone would come in and discover him, but now the fog of arousal had him in its grip, and he had thrown all care to the side.

After all, Stacey was going to be back from the changing room laundry basket any second. The vixen was going to get what she wanted - which was being bent over by her favorite piece of eye candy and stretched by a fat German Shepherd cock - and in turn he was going to get what he wanted. It was a simple trade, and she didn't even know that it was taking place. Or maybe she did. He just really didn't care.

"How do I look?"

Julian glanced up then - pausing in his stroking as Stacey's figure cleared the wall in front of him, and subsequently feeling his heart drop in awe. Gone was her short skirt and revealing blouse, and replacing it was a jersey. Not just any jersey, however, but Chris', marked with his distinctive number, and - given that it had come from the laundry room - probably unwashed from the jackal's last game. The vixen's bottom half was naked, revealing the shadow of her dipping groin and her swirling tail at the back.

Justin stood at this - eyes wide, and heart pumping even harder than before. I can't control myself for a moment longer. It only took him a few assertive steps forward to approach Stacey, and a single gesture towards the wall beside them "Face the wall."

Smirking just as widely as before, the now bottomless female stroked at the dog's arm one last time before turning about and slowly, seductively placing her hands on the wall - swaying her tail, rocking her hips, and bending over ever so slightly to expose her slim hips and rear to him. "Whatever you say, handsome..."

This wasn't enough for the shepherd, however, who growled lightly in need and stoked his length a few times to sate his need. Hurry up. "Raise your tail."

The vixen complied with a light giggle, and then there it was. Not the moist, eager lips of her vulva - god, she really wants his as much as she makes out - but the tight, pink pucker set right up beneath the base of her tail and partially stretched between it and the plateau of her pussy. Oh my god... such a sexy tailhole...

He could have gotten down on his knees and licked her hole to make this a little easier on them both, but it was too late now. His urges were undeniable, and his need to breed was rising. She's not Chris, but this will definitely do.

The vixen may have agreed to his terms eagerly, but now that he was impatiently shuffling in behind her, placing on hand on her hips, and using the other to guide his canine cock towards her hole, Stacey seemed a little uncertain. "Are you sure you..." She pouted her lips cutely. "I've never had anything up there."

Not to be taken by this display, Julian merely frowned. Not a chance. She agreed, and plus I don't believe her for a second. His heart was racing out of control, and there was no stopping him now. "Yes. Very sure."

The vixen looked over her shoulder needily at him, but the dog refused to meet her eye - instead directing his gaze downwards, pushing forwards slightly, and watching intently as the leaky, pre-dripping tip of his length touched her tailhole for the first time. Stacey gave a light moan at the contact, but Justin blanked that out too - focusing on the scent of the jersey, the look of the raised tail before him, and the sensations of his tip rubbing and lubricating the hole beneath it.

The German Shepherd released his length to grip on with both hands, closed his eyes altogether, took a deep huff of the jersey, and then it happened. His muscular hips pushed forward, his tip began to push through Stacey's tight ring, and he was shifting inside.

Both the dog and the vixen let out a long, satisfied noise at the initial penetration, and Julian's brain swam with the sensation of his length sliding through inch after inch of tight, silken canal. At first he jiggled his body a little in overeager, needy humps, huffing at the intense pleasure of his tip being massaged by the female's now pre-slickened hole, but then his dominant instincts took over, and he was pushing slightly deeper in with each stroke.

The shepherd could feel his sizable, sheath-based length swelling even larger with each push and his knot emerging fully out of his sheath, but no matter how much he stretched the female's hole, he felt no remorse. She wanted dog cock beneath her tail, and now she's going to get it.

Stacey moaned again at his first real thrust, angling her hips back as if to give him better access to penetrate her, and raising her tail even higher. "Oh my god... So big... You're so deep..."

At first Julian growled a little at her shift and gripped her harder against his body and the wall, but then he realized that the change in position allowed him to push even deeper into her rear, and he complied with a rough hump. The vixen whimpered aloud, and his entire length hilted up to the knot in her hole - tip easing past some tight second sphincter that parted reluctantly before wrapping wetly around it like a pneumatic seal.

This new, snugger grip on his canine cock caused Julian to shiver and groan mid-thrust, so caught in his fantasy and the vixen's stretched insides that he felt like he had never experienced a more intense pleasure ever before. "Ah... Chris..."

The words slipped out of his snarling lips before he could even give them a second's thought, and the vixen looked over her shoulder at them to try and let out a retort between huffs and moans. "Ah... but... My name is-"

Julian let out a loud growl and interrupted her sharply before latching his teeth on Stacey's scruff, giving a merciless shove of his knot against her hole, and forcing her even harder against the wall. "Shut up." It doesn't matter. Can't be embarrassed now.

Despite how rough he was being and how little consideration he was giving to Stacy's enjoyment in the midst of his rough rutting, however, she only moaned harder from his brutal thrusts and dominant humping and craned back for more. I don't think she'd care even if she knew what I was doing.

The strange, proxied fucking continued for some time, and had anyone else have been lurking in the locker room, they would have heard what sounded very much like the merciless breeding of two feral beasts. The female fox was tiny when compared to the hulking, dominant shepherd basically mounted on her back, and the sight of her fluffy tail raised high and the massive canine length brutally sliding in and out of the hole beneath it would have been enough to make even a nun blush.

He - she - is so fucking tight. Julian growled at the momentary break in his imagination, and closed his eyes and humped even harder to make up for it. Someday this really will be him. Someday I'll bend Chris over and this will all be real, but for now...

The shepherd could feel himself growing perilously close, and from the intensity of Stacy's moaning, he could tell that she was too - flinching and whimpering from every push of his knot against her entrance. He hadn't made taking the knot part of the agreement they had made earlier, but Stacey didn't seem to be complaining, and he wasn't sure that he would be able to hold back his instincts at this point anyway.

Julian's nose snuffed to frantically draw air as he bit down even harder on the vixen's scruff - filling his head with the male, sweaty scent on the jersey - so entrenched in his memory as Chris' - and the rutting, breeding musk of his own body. Stacey's tailhole was a wet mess by now, and after one particularly brutal shove made him feel the tiniest bit of give around his knot, the dog pounced on the opportunity to finish things like lightning.

In the next second he jutted his hips up like steel, pushed his bulbs right against the last slot of resistance, and then gave one last hump and a loud bark - causing it to slide in with a wet slop, and the vixen to cry out in a mixture of pain and unbelievable pleasure. Julian's thoughts whirred in nonsense. Good boy... good Chris... oh my god, my knot, I'm gonna...

The next moments were spent in orgasmic bliss on Stacey's behalf - pushed firmly against the wall and cumming hard as she whimpered, moaned, and scratched at the surface in front of her with her fingers - and instinct-blinded pleasure on Julian's. Her tight tailhole clenching around his swollen knot didn't exactly help to calm him down from his animalistic peak, but it wasn't like he wanted to calm down anyway.

Snarling once more, the dog came back to his senses and obeyed what his body was screaming at him to do - gripping her hips and biting her neck harder than ever, humping his hips to rub his sheath against her tailhole at a rapid rhythm, and finally erupting deep inside the vixen to fill her rear with jolt after jolt of musky German Shepherd cum.

He could feel Stacey cum again as he coated her insides with semen, shivering in his stone-hard grip and shuddering her canal all around him, but Julian was in another world for the longest time - brain solely focused upon his fantasy, the euphoria of orgasm, and the sensation of his knot being surrounded by wet, sloppy insides.

Once his breathing settled a little and his nose picked up the overwhelming scent of mating musk and canine bodies having sex, however, a noise somewhere nearby in the school called Julian back to the present, and he abruptly remembered where he was. Stacey's smirking glance over her shoulder at him was the last straw to break his reverie, making him realize how disgusted he was by the fact of staying knotted to her for much longer.

Seeming to catch on, the still-panting, jersey-wearing, and now undoubtedly shepherd breeding scent-coated vixen steadied herself from her latest orgasm and gave a light, satisfied chuckle. "You can pull out, handsome, I can take it. Knotting is for bedrooms and second rounds." A wink that turned his stomach.

Justin grunted in response but didn't say anything - instead just pulling his hips back with a rough, merciless jolt, and yanking his knot from the vixen's tailhole with a slight twinge of pain. That hurt, but it's easier than pulling out of a pussy, I'll give her that.

The angle of Stacey's hips thankfully forbade any significant amount of semen to ooze from her hole right away, but and sloppiness was still there, and Justin's length came away with a long string of semen tracing from her rear to his tip as he stepped back. She looks like Chris in this lighting. Sandy, slim, and...

Tail flickered slightly as she remained bent over against the wall to catch her breath, the vixen barely turned her head to pay mind as the shepherd kneeled behind her almost curiously. He couldn't see her female folds from this angle - only her stretched, glistening, and cum-dripping tailhole, nestled right up against the base of her tail. So tempting... I could almost just imagine that...

Acting on a crazy, horny impulse and the very last ebb of his aroused hormones, Julian reached down to the pockets of his pulled-down jeans to retrieve his phone - causing Stacey enough pause for him to be able to open the photo app, and line up the lens. The shutter snapped, and the female smiled chidingly. "You wanna remember this?"

Stacey chuckled and slowly pulled herself up from her slump against the wall, but the German Shepherd was no longer paying a single scrap of attention. He was too busy swiping on his phone - scrolling down on the post-shoot menu to cut out Stacy's face, side, and legs so that all that was captured was her drooling opening and the base of Chris's jersey.

Julian nodded slowly, more and more fantasies blossoming in his mind with every second that he kept his eyes locked on the image. "Yeah. Something like that."