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Wolfy stirred in his sleep in the early morning light, groggily opening his eyes to find himself trundling along the back of a grey Land Rover. He rolled his head to the right and spotted his sister, still fast asleep, and his mother in the front, driving in silence.

"Mmh...are we almost there, Mum?" He asked quietly, and saw her gaze flick up to the rear-view mirror.

"Almost, sweetie." She replied pleasantly.

Wolfy nodded and settled back down. They had been driving for a while now. They'd left their grandmother's late last night, much to Wolfy's relief: his grandmother was incredibly smothering, and he didn't want to be constantly reminded of the things they'd gotten up to. He shuddered at the thought.

He had school on Monday, and it was Sunday morning by this point. That brought a grimace to his lips: he wished he could have stayed at home a little longer and got back into the swing of things first, but he supposed there was nothing he could do about it. His mother continued to drive in silence until the start of the afternoon, where they finally starting making their way into their hometown.

It had remained the same since they'd left, of course, and as they pulled up the drive to their house, that was the same, too. Wolfy hadn't expected it to change much over the past week, yet part of him thought it might have, just a little. Wolfy slipped out of his seat and onto the driveway as his mother went around to the back to wake his sister up.

"Let yourself in, Wolfy." His mother tossed him the house keys and he needed, heading up to the porch and slipping the key into the lock. After a brief turn, he let himself inside.

It was true what people said: when you've been away from home for a while, it smells different when you return. He wrinkled his nose as the smell, before he quickly got used to it. He wandered into the living room and slumped down onto the sofa with a tired, relieved sigh. It was good to be home.

He turned his gaze back to the door and spotted his mother making her way inside with a groggy, half-asleep Harley stumbling along behind her. She was steadily waking up, at the very least, and his mother shut the door behind them, sighing herself.

"Who's up for some lunch?" She suggested, and Wolfy eagerly nodded in response. She made her way into the kitchen and Wolfy settled himself down with a sigh.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and he was glad for that. There was no trips out, no humiliating circumstances: just him and his family. Day soon turned to night, and before he knew it, it was already 5pm. He was surprised at how quickly time had gone by, but part of him chalked it down to being half-asleep most of the day due to restless sleep.

"Harley, your friends will be over soon," His mother was speaking to his sister, and he perked up, confused. "So you'd better get ready."

"Wait, what?" Wolfy asked with a frown. "She's having friends over?"

Harley stuck out her tongue at her older brother as she made her way up the stairs, and Wolfy shot his mother a confused look.

"I promised her she could have a sleepover when she got back from her Grandmothers so that she could catch up on what she's missed."

"...Oh." Wolfy frowned. He'd never got things like that before. He felt a pang of jealousy in the pit of his stomach, but he tried not to think about it. He didn't have very many friends that he could invite over, anyway. He changed the channel on the TV just as the phone rang, and his mother went to answer it.

"Hello?" She spoke into the receiver, and was silent for a moment. "Oh my. Yes, of course. I'll be right there."

"Wolfy," She began, putting the phone down and picking it up again, dialling a new number. "There's an emergency at work, so I'm calling over Gladys to take care of you for a while, okay?"

Wolfy grimaced. Gladys was the offspring of Satan, sent to punish him for being a bad boy on so many occasions. She was like his mother, only twice as strict, and twice as brutal. But she was reliable, and whenever they needed a babysitter, she was called. Wolfy didn't like it, but he'd have to put up with it.

He watched his mother move into the other room, speaking into the telephone as the doorbell rang. Forced to answer it, Wolfy got to his feet and headed to the front door, pulling it open. Standing there were 3 of Harley's friends: short little girls of varying species. One was a Hyena, one was a Dragon whelp, and the other was a Lioness. They all grinned up at Wolfy before barging their way past him without so much as a hello. Wolfy soured: this wasn't going to be a fun night.

"She's on her way," His mother said as she re-entered the room, casting her glance over towards the hallway. "Hey girls!"

"Hi, Mrs. Frostpaw." They chimed in unison as they barrelled up the stairs in a fit of giggles and laughter. Wolfy soured again and his mother caught his expression.

"You behave, Wolfy." She pointed a finger at him, and he held up his hands in surrender, making his way back through to the living room.

It was 10 minutes later that Gladys arrived. She was a slightly ageing Wolf woman. Most would say she had more of a likeness to a 'Soccer Mom', and the personality to boot. She was loud-spoken and demanding, yet Wolfy's mother seemed to think she had a kind heart.

"Thanks for coming out Gladys. I do appreciate it." His mother said with a happy smile and Gladys waved her hand, grinning back at her.

"It's nothing, sweetheart. You go do your thing, I got this." She said to her, and Wolfy's mother nodded in response.

"They've already had dinner, they just need to be put to bed at 8 for school tomorrow." She said to the woman, who nodded in response, even giving a mock salute. Wolfy's mother waved her son goodbye, before Gladys closed the door behind her.

"Hm," Gladys sniffed the air. "It smells. When's the last time you had a bath, boy?"

"Two days ago." Wolfy murmured in response, keeping his eyes down. He knew better than to cross her. She scoffed in response.

"It's bath time for you, young man." She told him insistently as Harley and her friends came downstairs. They occupied the sitting room and changed the channel as Gladys made her way up the stairs to run the bath. Wolfy grumbled to himself and kept himself out of the way of the other girls, leaving them to their own devices. He sat on the armchair and waiting with a sigh.

"Alright, young man," Gladys called down the stairs as she made her way into the living room, staring at him. "What're you still dressed for? Come on!"

She crossed the room and he got to his feet, shaking his head and resisting her. She glared down at him and he withered under her gaze, knowing it wasn't wise to say no to her. She put her hands to the hem of his shirt and began pulling it up over his body. He wriggled a little and tried to refuse at first as Harley and her friends giggled to one-another. The girls were watching in earnest as Wolfy was forcibly stripped, which made it all the more worse.

The humiliation was beginning to set in as he felt a stirring in his loins. His cheeks flushed red and he silently begged his body to stop, but that only urged it on. As Gladys's hands went to his trousers to unbutton them, he felt his stiffness swell and push against his underwear.

"Wolfy, you're getting fat!" Harley suddenly blurted out, and the girls erupted into a fit of giggles. Gladys didn't even attempt to stop them and Wolfy hung his head in shame as his trousers came down, falling to his ankles. He was told to step out of them, and he reluctantly did so, shuffling about on his feet. His erection was firmly pressing into his underwear at that point, and Gladys apparently noticed it.

"For god's sake." She shook his head, her own cheeks flushed and she abruptly turned him around to face the wall. He felt her hands digging into the waistline of his briefs, and his hands went instinctively to grab onto them. She went to pull them down and felt resisted, realising it was holding onto them at the front.

"Let go," She told him sternly at first, and he resisted. "I said, let go!"

She forcefully pulled the underwear and it slipped out of her grip, forcing his erection to point downwards before it was freed from the confines of his underwear. His cock pulsed up and bobbed against his stomach, and his breath grew ragged and shaky. He knew this wasn't good. He was fully naked now, and the girls began to giggle and point out his bare ass that was pointed directly at them.

"The bath should be done by now. Stay here." Gladys ordered him, getting to her feet and crossing the room as she made her way upstairs. Wolfy was met with an eerie silence as Harley and the other girls stared at his naked, grey-furred body.

"Harley," One of her friends said with mild curiosity. "Why does your brother have grey fur and you don't?"

"I dunno. 'Coz he's weird!" Harley retorted, and they erupted into giggles against over the most trivial things. Wolfy felt a pang of humiliation and sadness in the pit of his gut. He looked down at his throbbing erection, realising he'd have to cross the room eventually to get to his bath. He'd be a laughing stock if Harley saw his erection. He knew of only one way to get rid of it.

He slowly brought a hand to his twitching boner and slid his fingers over the flesh, peeling the foreskin back before slipping it forwards again. He began a steady rhythm of masturbation, tugging and yanking his cock back and forth as he tried, desperately, to orgasm before he'd have to leave for his bath. Harley and the other girls looked at each other in confusion and tried to move above to see what he was doing, but it was impossible to tell with his back to the girls.

Wolfy could steadily feel the pressure building, and his jerking quickened to speed up the process, but it was too late. Just as he felt the pressure reaching it's peak, he heard Gladys coming down the stairs. He stopped jerking his cock and stood there facing the wall, with a flushed face and trembling hands. He'd put himself in a far worse position than before.

"Bath's ready. Come on." Gladys gestured and stood there, waiting patiently enough. Slowly, Wolfy siddled across the room, keeping his back firmly facing the girls. He slipped between the gap between the coffee table and the TV, and felt something touching the end of his cock. He looked down and watched in horror as his dick slid over the front of th TV, despite his best efforts. He left a few drips of pre-cum on the television as he went, and the heat from the TV made the pressure build again. He had no choice. He was going to orgasm, and he knew it.

"Come on!" Gladys let out a sigh of frustration. Wolfy bit down hard on his lip and stifled a moan as he, regrettably, turned around. He faced the girls with a throbbing erection and stood there on the spot, curling his toes in pleasure. He orgasmed: a thick dollop of cum bubbled from the end of his member, before another convulsion soon followed, shooting out a arc of semen and landing on the coffee table. Gladys put a hand over her head and sighed, stepping forwards before it got any worse. She grasped Wolfy by the arm and dragged him across the room and he dripped the remnants of the orgasm on the floor as he went. He heard a chorus of the girl's saying 'Ewwww!' as he was pulled up the stairs, and he felt shame washing across his body.

Gladys didn't mention the subject as she ushered him into the bathroom. After a moment of hesitation, Wolfy stepped into the bath and sunk down into it. Gladys liked to put a lot of bubbles in the bath, and he felt as if he were drowning in them, his head barely noticeable. Gladys's hands dipped under the water with a sponge, and she slowly began to wash his fur. As much as Wolfy disliked the woman, her silence on the subject of his humiliation was a brief reprieve, at leave.

It didn't last long. The girls appeared minutes later, standing in the entrance-way of the bathroom, still in a fit of giggles from what had just happened. Wolfy glared at them before he tried his best to keep to himself, lest they tease and taunt him any more.

"Can we help?" They asked, and after a moment, Gladys resigned to the idea, gesturing them inside. They giggled to one-another as they came forwards, grabbing various sponges and brushes. Wolfy stared at them in surprise as their small hands started roaming and cleaning his body, a few of them whispering about how 'smelly' he was. He lowered his head and grumbled to himself. The small hands on his body stirred his senses again and he felt himself getting hard again already, mere minutes from his other orgasm. He tried not to think about it, but occasionally, Harley's friends touched his member with a sponge or a brush, which only made him harder and harder.

Soon enough, Gladys wanted him out of the bath, as it was nearing 7pm and he'd need to get ready for bed. Slowly, the hybrid got to his feet, covering his privates as he stepped out of the bath. Gladys gave him a brief pat down, looking tired herself.

"Alright, you girls finish him off. When you're done, go get dressed for bed." She told them, and left the room with a tired sigh. They stood in silence as they heard her descend the stairs, presumably heading to the sofa to relax.

There was a brief moment of silence, before the girls began to giggle and patted the towel all over him, their little hands squirming and drying what they can as he awkwardly shuffled from foot to foot. Eventually, one moved low enough to dry across his palms, and they gripped tightly, prying his hands from his boner. It bobbed into full-hardness rather quickly as their hands squirmed over his cock.

"W-What're you doing?" He demanded, flustered, and his sister and her friends giggled in response, whispering to one-another about the ordeal as their hands continued to rub and press. It was all becoming too much rather quickly. It always felt better when someone else did it, and the rough texture of the towel against his sensitive cock was enough to make the pressure build up rather quickly.

Before he knew what was happening, he was orgasming again. Small drips of cum splattered onto the inside of the towel and his breath came out in hot, laboured pants. He emptied his balls for the second time that night as the girls giggled to one-another, gripping and squeezing his member through the towel. Soon enough he was done, and they began overstimulating him, forcing him to squirm and writhe against their touch.

"G-Get off." He demanded, batting at them, and the finally stopped. The towel dropped from his person and his cock hung, half-limp, in front of them. The girls exchanged a glance and giggled, quickly leaving the room. He heard them head down the hall into Harley's bedroom and shut the door. With a sigh and a shake of his head, Wolfy retireved his towel and made his way through into his own room, covering himself as he went.

Sleeping was the easy part. It was getting through tomorrow that he was dreading. He slipped on his pyjamas and climbed into bed, snuggling up against the pillows. Before he knew it, sleeping was taking him and he closed his eyes, sighing to himself. His dreams were filled with haunting, humiliating nightmares of being naked at school. He hoped to god it would never happen.

He was awoken in the morning by his mother, who gently nudged him away. He groggily rubbed his eyes and began his usual morning routine with a sense of dread forming in the pit of his gut. He got changed and brushed his teeth and used the bathroom, before he devoured his breakfast and got into the car with his sister and her friends. This was the rare occasion that he got to sit in the front when Harley had her friends over. They drove in mostly silence, with Harley's friends chattering the back, before pulling up outside Wolfy's high school.

"Have a great day school honey." His mother planted a kiss on Wolfy's forehead, and he briefly smiled at her, before getting out of the car. He made his way up to the school's entrance and into the lobby.

The first thing that caught his eye as he walked was a large poster on the wall that had been set up in his abscence. He stopped for a moment to admire it. It was about the school's annual talent show that they always put on around Halloween time, boasting talents from great young minds. He'd gone to seen it a few times and it was enjoyable.

"Thinking about signing up this year, Wolfy?" One of the hybrid's teachers came up to him with a small smile. She was a Snow Leopard, and the school's dance teacher, Mrs. Patrokov. She was primarily Russian, but had adopted a british accent since her time at the school. Wolfy nervously rubbed the back of his head.

"I don't know. It's not really my thing." He muttered.

"Are you sure? I think you have a real talent!" She assured him. "Tell you what: I'll sign you up, and you can say no later if you're not up to it, right? Rehearsal's next Tuesday after school. See you there."

"But--" He began, but she was already walking off. Had he just been roped into performing in the talent show? What kind of talent did he supposedly have? He shook his head and sighed. He'd have to think about that one for a little while. He slowly made his way back down the hallway.

Though he was dreading school and the horrors he might have to endure, he found himself rather enjoying it. His lessons were going by relatively quickly, and he was picking up the work quite fast. It pleased him to think that today might actually go swimmingly, and his paranoia about being humiliated again began to fade away as the day swept into lunch time. Today, of all days, they were serving chips. He enjoyed the idea of something unhealthy and began making his way towards the cafeteria. If he was lucky, he might snag a burger.

But his luck was dreadful, as usual. Just as he was about the enter the cafeteria, he felt a hand on his arm, tugging him away from the double doors and down the hall. He was pulled into a side hallway that lead outside into the one of the more secluded parts of the school. He managed to see who was dragging him: it was a tall, leanly built Tiger, with a firm grip and a wicked grin on his face. Wolfy paled at the sight of him.

"W...What're you doing? Let go of me!" Wolfy cried as he was dragged along the tarmac and around the back of the building, into an even more secluded area. Standing there was another Tiger and an ever bulkier Wolf boy. He knew all three of them as the main bullies of the school: Tyler, Jason, and Alexander. They were horrible people, and he feared for his safety if they wanted him. What had he done wrong? Perhaps today wasn't going to be fun after all.

"You know what you did, kid." The first Tiger grunted and grasped him firmly, pushing him towards the other two. They gripped him tightly as well and he wriggled in their grip, tears sparking in his eyes. He shook his head frantically as the other bully drew closer and closer. They were all so big and terrifying.

But he didn't feel a punch, or a scrape. Instead, they were firmly grasping his clothes and pulling at them. His bag slipped from his person and he squirmed against them, beginning to whimper and whine in protest as their hands pulled at his clothes. He heard the faint sound of the fabric ripping under their pulling, and he cried out.

"N-No! Please, stop, please, I...!" He pushed against them, but there was no use. Their hands tugged firmly and his T-Shirt ripped under their grip, leaving him completely topless. Then, his shorts came next. They didn't try to rip them this time: they simply pulled them down, pressing their bodies up against him so he couldn't fight back. His socks and shoes came next. They were all so incredibly close to him, and their proximity and his own fear forced his dick to get harder and harder. Why was he getting an erection in the weirdest of times?

Soon he was down to his underwear, and they pulled that off him as well. It ripped under their grip, left in a heap with his bag. He stared down at his clothes and found them completely in tatters, and he sniffled, beginning to cry a little. They didn't seem to care as they suddenly wrapped his naked arms, dragging him across the tarmac and towards the doors again, towards the school. He paled and his eyes widened, frantically shaking his head. He was naked! He couldn't go back in there!

"N-No, please..." He began to beg, but it was too late. The bullies pushed him through the double doors, and one of them shoved him roughly in the back. The hybrid went stumbling and fell flat on his face, his dick bouncing off the floor below. They stepped over him and one of them crouched them, scooping him up by the ankles. He tired to kick and squirm, but he was unable. They turned him towards, and started dragging him through the school by his legs.

Immediately, his hands went to his crotch and he tried to cover himself as they dragged him through the school. He saw the students faces, staring at him in awe and horror, some even laughing at his predicament as the bullies continued pulling him through, past the cafeteria and other classrooms until they were in the main lobby. They dragged him right into the center and dropped him. His heels bounced off the floor painfully and he stared up at them with a terrified expression, his hands still covering his genitalia.

He looked around him, noticing a large crowd had formed around them, making him and the bullies the center of attention. Tears ran down his cheeks and his face grew flushed. This was utterly humiliating. He was being played for a fool, and he squirmed, trying to get to his feet. One of the bullies put a foot on his chest and forced him down.

"Ladies and gentleman," The main Tiger, obviously the leader, began. "I present to you: a sissy girl, who wears girly panties."

Wolfy paled. They had spotted him changing in P.E weeks ago, and were just now out for his head? He sniffled hard and a small murmur began in the crowd and some of them chuckled to one-another, whilst others covered their mouths, horrified at the way he was treat. He was glad some of them were on his side.

"That's right," The bully continued heartily, staring at them all in turn. "This boy was wearing girl's panties in P.E a couple of weeks ago. We saw him, without own two eyes, and some of you did too. Behold!"

From his pocket, the bully pulled out the shredded panties that had been left on the football pitch a number of days ago. Wolfy stared at them and knew immediately they were his, and he closed his eyes, hoping none of this was happening.

"He thought he could hide this from us. But it gets worse. Throughout the entire lesson, he had a boner. He gets off to this!" The Tiger laughed, and his cronies soon joined in. Eventually, the crowd did the same, giggling to themselves at Wolfy's predicament, as well as the things he was into. He hadn't meant to get an erection, of course, but they didn't see it like that.

He felt a pressure weighing down on his hands, and flicked his eyes open to see the Tiger pressing his boot down against his hands. He squirmed for a moment and the Tiger growled.

"Move your hands, kid." He bellowed out. "Show the student body how turned on you really are right now."

Wolfy refused, initially, pulling a grimace and trying desperately to keep his hands were they were, but the pressure against his knuckles was growing painful. The bully pushed more and more until he was forced to obliged, and slowly, he moved his hands. His erection bobbed up a little and showed itself to the other students, and some gasped. The rest erupted in laughter and Wolfy covered his face, letting out another pained sniffle. This was too much to bear.

He felt the boot pressing down against his erection, and his breath came out in a hot, shaky exhale. It felt nice, but he wish it didn't. He wanted to crawl into a hole and never return. The bully above him snickered and pressed the boot down a little more, before grinding it back and forth over his dick.

"See how aroused he is? He loves this! What a sick freak." The bully teased and humiliated him, and that only made his erection worse. He began to feel a pleasure building up in his crotch like never before, and it came pretty quickly. He trembled and shuddered underneath the bully as he chanted himself to stop, but he couldn't.

Suddenly, he let ou a small whine. Thick globs of cum bubbled out the end of his foreskin and down onto his stomach with little in the way of force behind each convulsion. He dribbled thick glob after glob of cum and the bully pulled his shoe away, disgusting.

"Ugh! You sick freak." He backed off, and the other bullies soon followed. Now free, Wolfy rolled onto his side, feeling the cum seeping into his fur. He curled up into a ball as his ears flattened against his head, feeling utterly humiliated. The crowd had stopped laughing, yet stilled remained, wondering what was going to happen next.

Then, the crowd parted to let two people in. They were from the nurses office, and had heard the commotion. They were a pair of twin Feline sisters, primarily domestic house cats, with a brief streak of Lioness in them. They crouched over the young hybrid with a look of worry on their faces.

"Are you alright?" They asked him quietly, and he sniffled a little, not wanting to answer. After a moment, they slowly began to urge him to his feet. He didn't want to move, not with other students still watching and staring. Nonetheless, he was pulled to his feet, and the nurses held each of his hands, making him unable to hide his now flaccid penis from the staring crowd. They giggled to themselves, and he glanced down see the obvious staining on his stomach. He hung his head in shame as he was lead, naked, through the school and towards the Nurse's office.

The nurses were kind, even if the bullies hadn't been. They made sure he wasn't injured, before they wiped him off and gave him a pat on the head. After that, they fetched some clothes they had lying around, which consisted off sweatpants and a T-Shirt. They just about fit him, and he slipped them on, mumbling his thanks.

"Do you want me to call your Mum?" One of the nurses asked, and he frantically shook his head. He didn't want to make the situation any worse for anyone, be it his mother or the bullies. If he started snitching and telling on people, then the bullies would pick on him more. At least this way they mostly would leave him alone. At least, he hoped so.

"Well, alright, sweetie. Do you think you'll be okay?" She asked, making doubly sure that he'd be alright. He nodded and slipped off the seat.

"Thank you for the clothes." He mumbled quietly, and the two of them smiled in response. He slipped out of the room and shut the door behind him, wiping his head. Slowly, he made his way down the hall barefoot, and headed down the same small hallway from before. He hoped he might find his bag and shoes were they were before.

Thankfully, they were. The bullies must have been too disgusted to return, and everything was still where it was before. He scooped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder as he slipped on his shoes. He didn't bother with his socks; they were all dirty now, so there was no point.

He'd only have to deal with the next two classes, now. Thankfully, one of them was easy, but the other would only make things worse, he feared. He entered his next lesson, Mathematics, with a growling stomach. As he entered the room, every eye was upon him. They had all probably seen what had happened to him. He slipped into his seat and tried to cover his face. He could hear them whispering, some of them giggling and laughing, but they eventually started to ignore him again. He was thankful for that.

The rest of the lesson went by without much of a hitch, and he tried his best to keep to himself, despite the odd stare and chuckle that he got from some of the people in the classroom. The lesson was over after a long, gruelling hour, and he got to his feet, leaving with the rest of the class. It was the next lesson that he was dreading.

Sex education.

It was that time of their lives where they would eventually have to learn about sex and how it all works, including puberty. The rumours around the school were that Puberty would be the first thing they would learn before they got to anything incredibly naughty. As most would expect, the classes were divided: the boys were put into one room, and the girls were put into another, so that they could all learn it without the other gender in the room.

Wolfy moved with the rest of the boys into a small classroom, and took a seat at the back to avoid getting stared at for most of the lesson. He kept his head down, and thankfully, none of the boys craned their necks to have a look at him. It was easy when he was sitting further forwards in the class, but it was too obvious when they had to turn in their seats.

"Okay, class..." A woman stepped into the room: a slenderly built canine, with a wide smile and a collection of dull pink fur all over her body. She looked relatively nice, and was wearing professional clothing that made it seem like she meant business.

"I know you were all expecting Mr. Donalds to be doing this lesson, but he's called in sick today and I have to cover. I'm Miss Clark." She introduced herself and the room fell into a dull murmur of conversation. She cleared her throat loudly, and the class fell into silence once again.

"Now," She moved to the board and wrote 'sex education' on the whiteboard with a black marker. "Sex Education. It's a touchy subject for a lot of boys your age. I know you're going to laugh and to giggle, and that's okay, but don't go overboard. Remember that this is about learning, not about laughing at penises."

There was a small murmur of chuckling, before the room fell silent once more. The lesson began well enough, but soon took a dark, and unexpected turn. As she began discussing the human body and the changed that occured in the body, she stopped.

"You know what?" She began, putting a hand on her chin. "It might be better to have a volunteer come up to help demonstrate the changes."

She looked over the class, and most of them shrank in their seats, not wanting to do anything of the sort. Even Wolfy did the same, but as always, luck wasn't on his side.

"Wolfy," She called his name, and he groaned to himself, knowing he'd be picked. "Come to the front, please."

The entire class turned to stare at him. They knew who he was, what had happened at lunch time. Some were relieved he hadn't been picked. Some were disgusted. He sighed and resigned to his fate, slipping out of his seat and slowly making his way to the front.

"Very good," She began, turning him to face the class. "One of the first oddities you might see is a change in fur colour. Wolfy here used to be blue, but now he's grey, see?"

Perhaps she wouldn't do anything heinous after all. Just when he thought she might stop, her hands went to his shirt, and she pulled it over his head, leaving his chest bare and on show. The class erupted into quiet giggled as she raised his arms over his head.

"Another note is the armpits. As you get older and older, hair will grow from here. Wolfy hasn't quite gotten any yet, but he still soon."

"You'll also grow hair on the chest and around the stomach area." He fingers touched and pressed across his fur, making him squirm a little. Not only did it tickle, but the touch was forcing his dick into life once more. He was getting an erection right in front of everyone again, and his face quickly grew flushed as his sweatpants started to easily tent. Without underwear to hold his dick back, it was obvious.

"I was getting to that, Wolfy." She seemed to know he was getting hard, and she quickly yanked his sweatpants down. They fell around his ankles and his half-hard cock came out in the open. The other students gasped and covered their eyes, and Wolfy covered his own face.

"Now children," Miss Clark began scolding them. "That is no way to behave. Erections in a young man are natural, and should be accepted."

She was starting to sound just like his mother. He looked down and watched as her hand slipped around his twitching cock, and he bit down hard on his lip as his member pulsed against her digits.

"Now. This is the shaft: when you're erect, it'll feel hard and firm to the touch. Underneath is the balls: this is where all your seminal fluid is store and produced for your orgasm." She went on to explain how the semen was created within the prostate, housed behind the bladder. As she did, she began to jerk and stroke his member, causing Wolfy to squirm gently on the spot. The other cubs began to stare in earnest, some of their hands delving beneath their desks to touch themselves. A number of them had erections, but that was down to the woman touching him, not because of Wolfy himself.

"The prostate is used for many things, and it's also pleasurable. It pushes directly upon the taint, and by extension, the bladder." She slipped on some kind of latex glove and Wolfy looked nervous. He watched as she removed her hand from his cock, if only to smear a dollop of some sort of fluid onto her finger. She moved her finger down and slipped it between his ass cheeks, prodding the cool lubricant against his pucker. He daren't ask her what she was doing, and didn't have to. Moments later, she slipped her finger into him.

He had an overwhelming sense of being full as her finger firmly embedded itself into his behind, pushing right up to the knuckle. His mouth hung open as his cock twitched, eager for attention, and the boys blinked in surprise, watching his expression with mild confusion.

"If you slip a finger into another man's rectum," She began. "You can massage the prostate directly. It's meant to be an incredibly good feeling."

To prove her point, she pressed the digit firmly against his prostate from within, sliding her finger across the sensitive spot before pushing against it with reasonable pressure. Wolfy let out a squeak of surprise, and his cock stood on end, twitching violently. She wrapped her spare hand around his cock and slowly began to stroke him again. Amidst her touching and fingering, she explained to the other students what was happening in Wolfy's body at that very moment, and how the pressure would build up inside him. He saw their stunned expressions as spit dribbled down his chin. He felt like he was frozen, feeling a pressure building within his loins, like a burning volcano about to erupt.

Then, it happened. A thick arc of cum spurted from his cock amidst her talking, and she paused to quickly stroke the end of his cock through his foreskin. He let out a strained, pleasured sigh in response as the rest of his balls emptied themselves, dripping thick, viscous goo down his cock and onto her fingers.

"Wolfy," She scolded. "You shouldn't have finished so soon."

He whimpered a little as her finger kept massaging his prostate, with his muscles clamping down around her. Eventually, she pulled her digits back and slipped her finger out of him with a happy smile. She told him to go sit, and he collected his fingers, quickly dressed and moving to his seat. All the other students were too busy staring at her to really notice the hybrid at that point, and he was glad.

The lesson ended soon after, and he was glad to be out of there before it got any worse. He practically sprinted to the lobby and out into the parking lot, finding his mother's gunmetal Land Rover parked just on the curb. He tried his best not to run to it, taking a brisk walk to the car and flinging open the passenger door, climbing in. His mother looked surprised.

"Wolfy, you're meant to sit in the b--" She began, before the pup flung his arms around her, giving her a tight hug. She faltered a little, realising he was upset, and that his clothes weren't his at all. She stroked his head and gently soothed him.

"Shhh, it's okay. Rough day at school?" She asked, and he nodded in response, burying his head against her shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She probed, and he shook his head, sniffling.

"...How about we just get some ice-cream after picking up your sister, then?" She suggested, and after a moment, he nodded.

"Can we just stay like this for a moment?" He asked quietly, and she nodded, pulling him closer. She slipped him over the handbrake and onto her lap, wrapping him in a tight, soothing hug. He cuddled into her warmly.

Despite it all, he always had his mother to fall back on to make things just a little bit better. He remembered, in the back of his mind, that he had the talent show to decline. He needed to do that as soon as possible.

But for now, it was just them.