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Wolf let his head hit the desk. It was probably the most interesting sound anyone in the class had heard for the past thirty minutes as their professor droned on and on about this style of artwork that was used in the 1940's. God, this class was just so boring.

The character in question was average in all regards. Average height, average build, and average grades. His one passion had been art. Then he had come to college to get a degree in the field and lo and behold, his passion was slowly dying. Each class killed his creative spirit a little more than the last.

One professor had told him that his cross-hatching was sloppy and needed to be tighter. Another said that he had too much cross-hatching. One had dared to say his art was too cluttered and needed to be more free and liberal, whatever that meant.

In the end, most of his art was critiqued, day after day. He missed the days of just drawing for fun. These days, 'fun' was opening a bottle of whiskey on the weekend when he wasn't working two jobs to pay for his textbooks. Of course, he had to take out student loans to pay for his tuition. Who hadn't in these wonderful days of college and degrees?

Wolf gave a sigh and scratched his left ear. He hadn't really gone and done anything wild for about six months. The parties on campus seemed to be full of 'kids' who just wanted to get drunk. While drinking was fun, he also enjoyed remembering what he had done. So he avoided those.

He wondered if it was too late to drop out of college and go get some blue collar job somewhere in the country. He heard New Jersey needed more manual labor. Then he remembered the loans he had taken out and his soul dipped a little further into hell. This was his life. Go to college, get a degree, get a good job. That's what they had said. Well, they hadn't told him that college sucked, the job market was crap, and he was going to be crippled by debt for the next 4-5 years of his life if not more.

Cheery thoughts, he sighed as the professor kept saying nothing important. He lifted his head and glanced at the clock. Five more minutes. Another class done. Another point in the rubric for attending a class he wished he didn't have to.

"Humph, would you look at the time? Class, I will be out for tomorrow's lecture. My teaching assistant, Ms. Lynx, will take over for the day. She has an excellent grasp of the feminist art movement. Please read chapters 9 and 10 in your textbooks to prepare."

Wolf moaned. Two more chapters of reading. That was seven chapters from his five classes that needed to be done in the next two days. That would go perfectly with his job as a night security guard at a local office building. He just loved college. The professor waved his hand, "Class dismissed."

By the time the next day had rolled around, Wolf was a zombie. He had read the chapters for the class, but didn't recall a single word of it. It was not going to be a good day.

He reached up to open the class door and noticed someone was walking up. He didn't recognize the woman from his class, but she seemed to be heading his direction. He politely held the door open for her. "Oh my," she drawled slightly. "A gentleman. What an utter delight!" She reached forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Ta-ta!"

It may have been the kiss that woke Wolf out of his stupor. It may have been the way she leaned forward and her bosom, rather prodigious, had swung heavily forward, rocking back and forth like a pendulum. It may have even been the way she sashayed her way into the classroom, her tiny black and gray tail staying remarkably still while her rump jiggled.

He wasn't quite sure, but Wolf suddenly found that his entire body was very awake. "Um, uh...you're...welcome?" She didn't seem to hear him, but that didn't matter. He followed her in like a lost puppy. For the first time since he had come to this class, he found a seat in the front.

She hadn't taken a seat. She had walked right up to the lecture stand. "Good morning, class," she hollered at them with a slight twang to her voice.

Everyone in the entire room perked up. Some in more ways than one. Wolf blushed furiously as he moved his backpack to his lap. The lady lynx in the front of the class leaned forward, then leaned back. She wasn't particularly tall, so her head barely came over the podium. "This just ain't gonna do."

Without another word, she grabbed both sides of the wooden structure and pulled herself on top of it. Her short skirt slid up as she did so, showing two very well-toned legs. She quickly adjusted, leaving Wolf feeling slighty dirty. This young woman wasn't an object, he realized. How dare he objectify her so quickly?

Maybe this was why the professor wanted her to teach the feminism art movement, Wolf realized. "I'm Miss Lisa Lynx and it sure is a pleasure to be here, teaching ya. Did everyone do the reading last night?" Everyone nodded their heads, like good little school adults.

"Now, I remember when I was a student, so don't lie to me." She brushed the hair away from one side of her face. "Did ya do the reading last night?" Half the class, looking slightly abashed, shook their heads side-to-side this time.

"Excellent, cause I didn't either," she giggled. "I know I was supposed tah, but it just got so darn boring after..." Her voice trailed as she considered, "Chapter nine, page one." This got a good laugh from everyone.

"So, what was the last thing ya drew in here?" Her eyes twinkled, Wolf noticed. No one answered. They just weren't used to it. The professor had never asked them a single question. In fact, Wolf felt like he had been talking like they weren't even here. Lisa, on the other hand, was quickly establishing herself as a personable gal. So he raised his paw hesitantly.

She pointed at him, "The gentle canine in the front?"

"Uh... Well, Ms. Lynx, we did an example of abstract expressionism from the 1950's about a week ago?"

She leaned back, her head pointing to the ceiling and shouted, "Boooooring!" This time, the class burst into real laughter. It was the most noise they had made since the start of the school year in this class.

Lisa tilted her head back forward, "Instead, let's do some figure studies. Everyone got your sketch books or some kind of white paper? If not, please share." She paused as everyone hesitated. They hadn't drawn a thing in class yet. It seemed so new and profound in an actual art class that they didn't know what to do. "Well, get to it! I want everyone with paper right now if ya want credit for today!"

Wolf ripped open his backpack and pulled out his treasured sketchbook. He threw it onto his desk and flipped past a series of lines and shapes that didn't have any passion behind them. Once he found a blank page, he sat up straight and cracked his neck back and forth. Lisa waited a few moments for everyone else to get settled in.

Feeling a little bolder, Wolf decided to raise his hand again. "Yes," she asked, pointing at him.

"Will you call out a figure for us to attempt to draw or give us a reference?" It was an honest question with a lot of excitement behind it.

"Huh, guess I hadn't thought of that yet. Well, y'all... Guess ya need a figure to reference, huh?" Wolf started to nod, then froze. The teacher's assistant reached up and grabbed her polo shirt and stripped it off her body. She wore nary a thing underneath. Wolf felt like his nose should explode in a shower of blood. Instead, his whole body froze up as he stared at the lynx sitting on the podium, suddenly topless.

"Now. Get tah drawing! I'm about a 34M in bra size, if you need that for reference. Draw me as you see me, not as I am. I'll collect all art afterwards and review it."

The classroom filled with scratching sounds. Wolf glanced around him, as both male and females started to draw. He glanced back at the two breasts that hung so freely off of the TA's body. It would be so easy to draw those as they were. They were full and looked so inviting. Except...

He couldn't do it. His eyes moved over the rest of her. Her grey fur and fiery hair stood out the most. He noticed a small pair of glasses nestled on the edge of her muzzle. He could just draw those. No, it wouldn't be enough. "Draw me as you see me," she had said. Suddenly, he had an epiphany and got to work. The hour went by quickly.

When it was over, she grabbed her shirt and put it back on, then asked for everyone's art to be passed to the front. The stack landed on Wolf's desk, but he wasn't done. He kept working as students came up to talk to the TA, most of them men. Some of the girls complimented her on her body and confidence. The guys flirted. Wolf just kept sketching.

He stopped only when a feminine paw rested on his, "You have tah stop now. I gotta collect and grade these."

Wolf looked up, desperate, "But...but...I'm not done."

The lynx woman glanced down at his art. He hadn't drawn any nipples or breasts like most of the other students. Instead, he had drawn a beautiful flower, bright red petals with streaks of grey and black on the stalk, like her fur. Around it, a field of plants grew, each dark, no color to them.

"That's very sweet of you, mister, uh...?"

"Kidd. My name is Wolf Kidd."

"Oh, that's a beautiful rendition of me. I really like it. It captures me in a most creative light."

Wolf nodded, "I...well, I wanted to draw you. Not just those." He pointed as politely as he could muster to her chest. She laughed, sweet and loud, like bells ringing.

"That is just the best! You get an 'A' for today, I swear. I'm teaching next week too. Will you be around then?"

He smiled, "If you want, I could just take you out sometime before then?"

Lisa tapped the side of her muzzle, "I'm sorry, Wolf, but I'm actually seeing someone else." He felt his heart crack a little bit. So much for that chance. "But... There's this gal I know. She's a beauty, but no one knows her for who she really is. I'd like to have her model next week. Maybe afterwards, you two can talk?"

"Of...of course! I'd love that. I'd jump at a chance to be able... I mean, uh, yes. Thank you. I'll be here."

She picked up the drawing of a flower and held it for a moment, "Why all the dark plants around me?"

He shrugged as he packed up his bag and threw it on his back, "Because...you're the first person to let me draw what I wanted. So you let me live in a world of darkness. Um. Thank you."

She looked up at him, "Never lose that, Wolf. College ain't gonna be able to take it from ya if you don't let it."

He blushed awkwardly and rubbed his head, "Th-thanks. I gotta get going. Look forward to next week. Oh! What's her name? This lady friend of yours?"

Lisa glanced up, "Jenna. Her name is Jenna. I have a feeling the two of you will get along, right as rain." She winked, picked up the stack of paper, and walked away.

Wolf started to jog to his next class. A name was enough. A name gave him hope for something. Maybe it would be nothing, but hope...that was more than he had had for months. He held it close, like a warm light inside his chest. The rest of the day suddenly didn't seem so depressing.