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((This Story contains graphic content between underage anthros and adults, animals, etc. If you are not one whom is into this manner of thing...well then leave, ya, leave that's what I said, you want to fight about it! Bring it, FAT BOY!! Well...now that that unpleasantness is out of the way, for those interested in reading, go on enjoy. Sorry about the grammatical error, I have yet to find anyone willing to edit my adult works.))

Trena's tail wavered behind her as she walked down the long halls of Treeline Heights Elementary. She giggled to herself at the groups of boys loitering in the halls near a classroom that kept casting shy glances at her passing. At eleven years of age, she was already a good bit taller than any of the boys in her sixth grade classes. Part of the attention she got was from her long, silky brunette hair that complimented the subtle brown in her gray and black fur patterns of wolfen heritage. The other was because of that heritage, thou canine anthros in general were fairly common, it was the wolfs in particular that in large seemed to stand apart from the 'civilized' world. Her amusement was cut short as the warning bell rang for the start of homeroom. With haste, Trena quickly made it to her classroom before the second bell.

"Hey, Rachel!", Trena hollered as she skidded to a stop and gracefully slid into her assigned chair.

"Are you going to come over after school today?"

"No...," the girl said with a sigh, "I have to help my mom with the laundry today."

The young vixen was about the same height and age as Trena, though probably half the weight. Her slim build gave her an almost frail appearance, though she made up for that with her already well developed breasts and beautiful fur common among other foxes.

"Though my mom said I could come over tomorrow. And if its ok with your mom, I could even stay the night!" she added, a smile forming on her face.

"Really!?" Trena replied, "Sleep Over!"

The girls giggled happily at the thought just as the second bell rang to signal the start of classes.

"Attention." came the mono toned voice of Mr. Covington as he walked into the class closing the door behind him.

"Today we are going to be covering the Civil War. Whom can tell me what date the Confederates officially broke off from the Union?"

The rest of the day passed rather slowly for Trena. History was followed by Math, Math by English and so on, but it was towards the end of the day that she dreaded, Physical Education. She disliked the class every day, not that she was not physically fit or had a dislike of exercising. It was the P.E. teacher, Mr. Worian, who was a lecherous creep! She could not figure out how the man became a teacher, much less kept his job with his repulsive demeanor. As far as she knew there was not a single girl in her class that liked the man.

Opening her locker in the girls locker room, a scowl formed on her face as she pulled out the white single piece leotard emblazoned with the school letters. The boys however, were allowed to wear shorts and loose shirts, but all the girls were required to wear the skin tight garment that barely spared room for her panties. There was an uncomfortable sheerness to the material once on and then drenched in sweat or water for that matter. They were little more than a swimsuit save for the half thigh leggings and sleeves. But it was a required school uniform that the board of education approved of, Trena could only wonder what kind of people were on that board.

Hastily, Trena changing and immediately made for the gym passing by the classroom where they watch health films on occasion. The young girl paused right outside the doorway to the classroom when she heard a slight squeak. She glanced into the classroom and took a deep breath at the sight before her. It was Mr. Worian and Tona, her raccoon friend from Science class. Mr. Worian was holding her upper arm, making her petite nature very prominent to his bulky frame. Tona seemed to be breathing heavily like she had been running, her friends back was towards her and Mr. Worian's hand seemed to be on her belly. Trena could not tell what was happening exactly but it was odd and she knew if it involved Mr. Worian, it couldn't be good. Rushing in she grasped Tona's hand, giving Mr. Worian a start as he jerked his hands way.

"Hurry up, we'll be late for class!" she said pulling her friend away from their teacher.

"You better hurry too, Mr. Worian, or you'll be late for your own class.", she added rushing off, Tona in tow.

"Thank you..." Tona weakly said, as the pair entered the gym.

"Assigned places!", came Mr. Worian's voice as he entered the gym, a finger of his hand leaving his mouth.

"We will start with the standard stretching routine."

Mr. Worian was a badger anthro, short and stocky with thick uncared for brown fur. He stank of a musk that was all too pungent and obviously more than sweat. The man hardly did anything during the class other than watch the students. Trena scowled as she turned from Mr. Worian and took her place with the other girls in the first row. All the students faced away from the teacher, girls than boys. They were in a staggered line giving the teacher a clear view of everyone from behind. It was to allow him a better view to asses everyone's form he had said but Trena had her doubts. More of an ability to ogle the first row without getting caught, the boys behind them probably enjoying the view as well.

The standard stretching routine was what both the boys and girls did before they moved on to the routine that was specific for the girls. 'Girls and boys are built differently.', Mr. Worian would always say when a girl spoke out about boys not having anything to do during the latter part of the class. Empty words in her eye but there was little she could really say on the matter. For some reason, Trena felt a bit more self conscious than usual as the girls continued on with the more strenuous routine. Though she had gotten use to the routine, it felt as if she was being watched even more than usual. Dismissing the thought as her imagination, Trena continued the leg stretches lifting her leg as high as she could get it. Nothing close to what some the feline anthro's could but she was quite nimble that they would jokingly say she would one day be able to pat her head with her foot like they could.

Trena winched slightly as the skin tight garment would pull and tighten at her groin. It was an uncomfortable feeling, especially when they had to hold that position as Mr. Worian would walk in front of them counting the time for them to hold that position. Much of the sweat was starting to make the fabric sheerer in places, like almost wearing nothing when she could make out the color of her fur. Mr. Worian stopped in front of her a moment still counting before he walked up to her and moved her legs position slightly. There was a tightness at her groin again that caused her to flinch slightly, he looked her leg over his eyes lingering at her groin before he walked on.

Sweat dripping down her brow the final school bell was always a welcome reprieve. Trena could not shake the feeling she was having of discomfort and not willing to leave any of her classmates alone with Mr. Worian, she took her time walking to the locker room to make sure all the girls were accounted for. Thou they were allowed the opportunity to shower, many of the girls changed and left as quickly as possible. Getting changed herself Trena, was relived to be heading home, netting up her skirt she hastily made for the front of the school. Rachel would be waiting for her, they always walked home together for at least half of the way for her. She lived a fair bit further away than Rachel. A squeal escaped the girls mouth as a firm hand came to rest on her shoulder not far from the school exit.

"Sorry to startle you," came the voice of Mr. Worian, "that was some good work out there, I don't see to many with such passion as yourself"

The gym teacher started to pull her closer to him, which made her feel a great deal of discomfort. Trena tried to pull from his grasp but he tightened his grip on her forcing her to remain still.

"I need to get home, my mother is waiting for..."

She squealed slightly as Mr. Worians free hand slipped under her skirt and began rub at the damp spot in her panties from her sweat. Her mind was frozen at what was going on even thou she wanted to scream out. The situation left her paralyzed for a moment before she found her voice.

"Ple... Please, stop...", Trena managed to mutter.

"Stop?" Mr. Worian asked, a smirk forming on his face, "Are you sure?"

He glanced around as his grip tighten more on her shoulder before he looked back at her and pulled the crotch of her panties out of the way of her young mound. His middle finger began to work the slit of her entrance in long restrained strokes. Trena gasped as he pressed his finger between the folds and dragged them forceful along the sensitive nub at the top. Her muzzle hung agape as against her will she spread her legs and raised her rump at the sensation.

"Please...", she stated a the edge of tears.

"Please? Please what?", Mr. Worian asked, "Ohhh, I think I know what your asking."

In a single motion he plunged his middle finger in-between her young girl folds. Instinctively leaning forward, she tried to escape the invading digit but only succeeded in giving it better access. Biting at her bottom lip she tried with all her might to scream out, but still she found herself powerless. A moan escaped her muzzle as Mr. Worian's finger started to move inside her, pushing in to his knuckle, then pulling all but out, then right back in.

"What a naughty girl, so wet! I guess that is why you were asking please.", Worian stated with a chuckle.

"Hey Trena!" Rachel's shouted from afar as herself and Tona approached.

Trena cringed as she heard a pop as Worian's finger pulled free from her moist entrance. She wasn't sure what to think, part of her should have felt relieved that she had been saved from Mr. Worian's actions. But another part of her found this frustrating itch had formed between her legs, and now there was nothing there to scratch it.

"You have a good day girls." Mr. Worian stated as he promptly made his way down to a intersecting hall.

Trena watched as he rubbed the finger that had so recently invaded her along the tip of his nose casually before sticking it into his mouth as he turned the corner. Mr. Worian suckled on his very wet middle, licking clean every trace of the heavenly nectar.

"What was that about, you looked flushed, did he do anything to you?" Rachel asked in a flurry not sure what was going on.

Trena took a long moment to answer, 'What had happened?'

Trena looked at Rachel and Tona for a moment unsure how to answer her, she felt embarrassed and could think of nothing else but to lie. "No... it was nothing... he just wanted to... complement me."

"Ok..." Rachel replied, not sure whether or not to believe her friend, but unwilling to push the subject in such a public place. She simply grasped the hands of her friends and pulled them toward the exit. Once they had gotten outside of the schools grounds Rachel gave Tona a hug before they went their separate ways.

"Later Tona!"

"Yea, later guys.", Tona spoke softly before she gave Trena a tight hug.

Trena was caught off guard by the hug, it was not uncommon for them all to hug on occasion but this felt different. Tona broke off from the hug and they looked into each others eyes a moment, the dark circles of her friends raccoon eyes showed a sadness at some knowledge that they shared. It was then that she realized what may have been happening before the start of class. It made her feel slightly queasy at what kind of person Mr. Worian truly was and what he has been doing. She watched as Tona gave a wave and began to walk towards her home which was a block and a half away.

It took Trena awhile to take notice that her panty's were still pulled to the side, hooked to the cleft between her leg and mound. A cool sensation flowed over her now wet slit being a constant reminder of what had just happened. Her skirt protected her modesty, but she still could not help but fill a bit self conscious, the thought that someone might notice! She found herself confused, the thought of someone finding out she was not covered, sent a bolt of excitement though her. Feeling a bead of moisture dipping down her leg only seemed to fuel the growing fire inside her. Trena had never felt anything like this.

"What do you think?", Rachel asked.

"What?" Trena replied in a confused tone.

"You haven't been listening to a word I've said, have you..." Rachel stated turning to face Trena, "What happened before me and Tona showed up?! No lies"

Trena paused, biting at her bottom lip as she tried to sort out her thoughts. She trusted Rachel more than any other, but still, what happened...

"I'll tell you...", she said in a subdued voice, very much out of character for herself.

"But not here... Tomorrow at my house.", she finished, her voice regaining her normal confidence.

Rachel eyed Trena for a long moment.

"Ok...Tomorrow!" she said forcefully putting a finger right at Trena's muzzle, "No excuses then"

"Tomorrow" Trena repeated, a smile forming on her face.

"Well... this is where we part way, I'll see you at school tomorrow." Rachel stated as she took her turn and made for home.

Trena let out a long sigh trying to think of what she was going to tell Rachel tomorrow? She wasn't even sure what exactly had happened. Thinking back on it, the sensation of Mr. Worian's finger between her legs, she could feel herself getting even more wet. Turning off the road Trena started though an old construction site, she wasn't sure as to why but it had been abandoned years before. All she really knew about it was a group from the neighborhood was trying to get the city to clear it out, something about it being dangerous. But to Trena it was just a good shortcut, more than halving the time home.

Treeline had a unique schedule compared to other schools but they were very much praised for their academic prowess due to their timeframes. Her mother really liked how it looked and despite Trena's protests about losing summer vacation she was enrolled. Despite her last class she really enjoyed the school and the friends she had made. She would not change anything about except for Mr. Worian and the school uniforms. Trena felt hotter than usually in the uniform, it was mid summer and the sun was beating down on her relentlessly. Typically she could handle the temperate environments without to much issue but something felt different. Sweating profusely, she found a bit of shade under a near by tree.

Letting her pack fall to the ground, Trena sat down leaning against oak tree with a deep sigh. She could feel that itch from earlier had not gone away despite her best efforts to ignore it. The matting of fur with her own moisture only made it ever more present as she glanced around the area. Pondering her situation only made the itch worse and Trena shifted herself around to sit sidesaddle on the ground.

"No one ever comes through here...", Trena stated, thinking out loud.

She took a moment to adjust herself before pulling her skirt up and running a finger tentatively along her swollen mound. Trena bit at her bottom lip as she started to rub in-between the folds, the sensations that began to form there making her arch her back. Pressing a finger into the very spot that had been invaded earlier she quickly found that she needed to add more as she began to feel an approaching unknown. Moaning and whimpering she bucked her hips against her fingers moving with great vigor to try and reach that approaching peak that seemed to be the answer to her itch. It was almost there and she moved her fingers faster to compensate for what her hips could not seem to accomplish without help.

Though before she could finish a scream escaped her muzzle as something large and wet came in contact with her check. Defensively, she raised her hands and pushed at the presence that had suddenly appeared, trying to push herself away but blocked by the tree to her back. The presences began to lick at her fingers before she opened her eye, seeing the large Shiloh Shepherd was rather a surprise. He licked quite fervently at her hand as she collected herself looking around the area before returning her focus to the dog.

"Elo...You scared me...", Trena said breathing heavily, both due to the shook as well as her previous endeavors.

Petting the large animal with her free hand, Trena wiped her hand from the dog slobber to go back between her legs. The shepherd watch intently at the hand he had just been licking. She could not help but chuckle at what thoughts were running in his simple little head. It's not like Elo was going to be able to tell anyone. Again closing her eyes she took little mind as Elo left her side, though a sequel quickly came from her muzzle as a Elo's tongue took a broad lick at her mound.

"No! Bad dog..." Trena stated trying to close her legs.

But Elo was adamant, using his bulk of being at least twenty pounds heavier than Trena and all that muscle. His head stayed firmly between the girls thighs.

"No..." she added but her resistance faltered as the dogs tongue pushed into her, the sensation was far different than her own finger, even Worian's.

Elo's tongue was so broad...long...and hot! Opening her legs as far as she could she no long cared if Elo was a dog, all that mattered was the sensation between her legs. He licked rapidly, the steady rhythm of his menstruations made her reach out to him and grip his shaggy fur tightly. Trena held onto him moaning as she let the dog explore her, his cold wet nose pushing against her sensitive nub. It was almost to hard to think as she felt that rising sensation return again seeming ever more potent and obtainable. Letting go of the dog she gripped her still developing breast hard and rubbed them.

Much to her dismay though, Elo soon stopped and began to paw at her side. Trena breathed raggedly wondering what on earth he was doing. Pondering this, Trena rolled over onto all fours and was rewarded when Elo plunged his tongue back into the young girl. The change in the angle of his tongue pushing into her made her gasp as his tongue seemed to get much more deeper within her. She bit her lip again as the dog delved the new depths with a renewed vigor. Her tail almost a mind of its own, wagging erratically from this new sensation, lifting out of Elo's way.

Once again, Elo stopped much to Trena's dismay as she is denied the release her body seeks once again. She takes a moment to catch her breath to look back at the dog, but is taken off guard as a weight falls upon her back and Elo fore paws grip her hips tightly.

"No, Bad Dog!!" Trena shouted, her mind returning to her for a moment.

Trena didn't know anything about mating, but she had seen when the family dogs breed, and she had no intention of being Elo's bitch. Trying forward Trena made no headway as Elo's grip was to strong. Thankfully he seemed to be struggling to make his mark, Trena being a bit different than any normal bitch. She could feel his member slapping around her groin region as he began to try and hump her. She knew he would not be able to keep his grip virtually if she were to stand up, but half way up a sudden pain formed between the her legs. Gasping out in a mix of shook and pain, Trena fell back to her hands and knees. She couldn't believe it, but she could feel the hot fire that now pushed into her body.

Looking down between her legs, Trena pulled her skirt out of the way to see that Elo was truly inside her. His thrusting pushed her off balance causing her to fall forward onto her upper body to the ground, pinning her arms under her. She whimpered in pain at the penetration of the dog relentlessly thrust into her virgin entrance. A slight trickle of blood joined in the other various fluids that seeped down her leg. Trena could find no purchase to try and escape, her sobbing fell onto the ears of a creature of primal drives. Elo rapid fire pace though began to hurt less as he continued. Before long a deep moan escaped Trena muzzle.

"No...Stop..." she sobbed.

Against her will, she found herself bucking her hips into the dogs thrusts, now moaning with every thrust. One such thrust allowed her to unpin her arms from beneath herself and Trena rose back onto her hands using them as extra purchase to push back against Elo. Her jaw hug agape, tongue hanging freely as she felt Elo's member expanding, arching her back she howled as her insides being filled to the brim. Then she felt it, a sudden heat filling her insides, closing her eyes she imagined it as ink blotting a piece of paper, expanding out. With one of her hands she reached back, examining herself, much to her surprise her entrance was swollen to nearly the size of a softball. 'How could I have fit that?', She thought. Her mind was soon brought back to the warmth inside her, so much warmth that rubbing her belly she could swear it was bulging from whatever was filling her. Then the pressure was gone, the warmth flooded deeper inside, the situation pushed Trena over the edge, howling out once again and whimpering as her passage milked Elo for every drop of his life giving seed.

Coming down from her orgasms, Trena heaved for breath. Elo it seemed was also sated as he began to try and turn around. She gave a squeal as Elo's knot pulled at her sensitive opening to stand rump to rump. 'I'm stuck?', was her first thought before panic began to swim into her thoughts. She was almost on the verge of panicking then she took note of another spurt of heat inside her.

"More...?" she mused, feeling a spurt of heat every few seconds from Elo's large member buried within her. Trena soon found herself rocking her hips, moaning and grinding she quickly found herself to another orgasm. Basking in the after glow Elo finally pulled out with a notable wet 'pop'. Impudently going about cleaning himself he put no more thought to Trena, she had served her purpose.

Trena fell to the ground, her body completely exhausted by the afternoon. Rolling onto her back she took a moment to catch her breath and take stock in her bodies condition. Leaning up, she looked between her legs as a rather notable puddle of fluids began to flow from her abused passage. It was like a mix clear egg yoke and coconut milk but had a thicker quality to it and traces of red that could only be blood. Dipping a finger into the fluid she brought it to her nose, the scent hinted at her own but it was mostly very male...without a thought she brought the finger into her mouth. Her assessment was about the same, it was very...male. She looked at Elo as he licked his still swollen member that had just released itself within her body. It was very, very large and she wondered still how she had managed to accommodate something that almost looked twice the length of her hand.

The beeping of her watch brought her back to her senses. Jumping to her feet, looking to her watch her eyes opened wide. Five PM read the digital display.

"Mom is going to kill me!", she said on the edge of panic.

Trena bit at her bottom lip as a notable amount of fluid dripped down her thighs and to the ground from between her legs. Using a kerchief she had she was able to dry some of her leg before resituating her panties. The fabric was instantly soaked, but it held the majority of the fluids that still seemed to trickle from her body. Straightening her skirt, she cringed how wet the back and front was.

Running home she prayed that her mother wasn't there yet, once in a while she was delayed at work... once in a while...