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"What'd she put in here, rocks?" Rio grunted, shifting his grip on the cooler so he could use both hands.

"Milk, eggs, pancake mix, oil, chocolate chips I think....and rocks." Mike replied, getting a chuckle from his friend, "Wanna set it down for a second?"

"Yeah, just for a second though," the tiger nodded, sighing as they set down their burden and rolled his shoulders, "my dad says that taking breaks is fine, but if you rest for too long then getting started again is really hard."

"Makes sense, and we're halfway there, so the last bit should be easy. You actually did a pretty good job on these, by the way."

"Huh?" Rio glanced sideways and saw Mike gazing at his claws, "Oh yeah, did I? Thanks."

"Oh, without a doubt, first couple times I tried to paint my hind claws they were all bumpy and streaky, but you did really good."

"Beginner's luck, I guess. Though, as many times as I've watched my mom paint hers I guess I picked up a few tips. Anyway, let's get going."

While they stood chatting the trickle of people moving around them grew stronger as more people showed up to the event, the stream including a group of boys from the nearby high school that passed them just as Mike started to admire his claws.

"Alright, ready?" Rio asked, grabbing the handle on his side and getting a nod from Mike, "One, two, three, lift! Ungah!!"

Just as the two cubs threw their weight into lifting the cooler, a pair of paws slammed into the lid from behind them and pushed down hard, forcing it back to the ground. His shoulder throbbing from the sudden jerk, Rio turned to glare at the older hedgehog leaning on their cooler.

"Ow, dude, what gives?" Mike growled, rubbing his stinging paw.

"What's the matter?" The hedgehog smirked, "You and you're boyfriend lose your grip?"

"Come on, man." Rio tapped Mike's shoulder and grabbed the handle again, "They're not worth the effort."

The bear cub glanced between his friend and their antagonists before nodding and grabbing his side. They managed to just get it lifted before the hedgehog put his weight forward, pushing it back down.

"Aww... didn't quite get it," he said, voice dripping with fake concern, "Maybe if you tried just a little harder?"

Taking deep breaths and shifting grips, two cubs made another attempt. As before, once the cooler left the ground the hedgehog pushed it back down. Shaking his head, Rio set his feet and gave it everything he had, feeling Mike do the same on the other side. Every muscle in his arms and legs tensed up, involuntarily extending both sets of claws as he grunted under the weight of the older cub and the already heavy cooler. Slowly but surely, the cooler's progress changed course and it started rising again.

"Hey, it looks like they're gonna make it," One of the hedgehog's friends, a coyote in cutoffs and a tank top, noted. As he stepped forward and put his hands on the lid, he glanced down at Rio's paws and laughed, "Check it out, the tiger's are pink. Sparkly pink, too."

"You might be right," Replied another of the group, a black boar in jeans and a faded Slayer shirt. Adding his paws, the three of them easily overpowered the younger cubs.

"Nope," the coyote said, him and his friends straightening to face the younger cubs, "guess I was wrong."

"Looks like you're not strong enough to walk away," the hedgehog smirked again, "Maybe if you spent more time working out and didn't spend all day doing each other's makeup you'd have done a bit better."

"We don't-" Rio started, still trying to resolve the encounter peacefully, but he was immediately interrupted by the coyote.

"Yeah, they don't spend ALL day doing their makeup. They have to leave some time for trying on dresses and playing with their dollies."

"Right," nodded the boar, "To be fair, they probably do get some exercise, it just mostly happens at night, if you know what I mean."

"Looks like you called that one!" The hedgehog high-fived the boar as Rio blushed deeply, "So, I gotta know, which one of you is on top? Guessing from that pretty pink polish of yours," he stepped over the cooler and sat on it's lid, propping his elbows on his knees, "you're the one getting pounded into the mattress every Friday night kitty cat, am I ri-"

"Shut up!!" Rio yelled, patience with the smirking hedgehog running out, and shoved him as hard as he could.

Falling backwards, the hedgehog hit the grass with a breathy grunt as the air was knocked out of him. The coyote, boar, and the four other members of the little gang, a pair of mutts, a horse, and an eagle, immediately stepped around the cooler, the coyote shoving Rio hard with both arms and causing him to stumble back into Mike.

"Wrong move, homo," he said, continuing to advance and grabbing Rio's shirt, pulling him forward out of Mike's stabilizing grasp.

"Let go of me!" The tiger yelled, wild kicks and punches falling short as the coyote held him at arm's length.

"That all you got?" the coyote snorted derisively, reaching past Rio's ineffective swings and slapping him across the muzzle, "Come on, try harder."

"Get off him!" Mike bellowed, jumping forward to aid his boyfriend, but the boar grabbed him by the arm and pulled him off balance, spinning him into the grass.

"If you're smart, you'll stay down there." The boar snarled, baring his teeth.

Ignoring the warning, Mike scrambled to his feet and charged the boar. Taking a quick back-step, the older fur easily dodged Mike's first wild swing before stepping back in and catching him square in the face with a right hook. Stumbling backwards, Mike shook his head to clear his vision and, ignoring the small trickle of blood coming from his left nostril, stepped forward himself and swung again. The boar easily dodged again, this time grabbing the younger boy by the wrist. He twisted the bear's arm, forcing him to take a step forward and bend over to avoid dislocating his wrist, and punched him hard between the shoulder blades. The fourth grader dropped to his knees, his arm still trapped in the boar's grip and torqued up and behind him at a painful angle. He tried to stand up, but his antagonist applied a bit more pressure to his wrist and he dropped back down with a pained whimper, crying out as the coyote kicked him in the ribs.

"I said stay." The boar snarled again.

"Hey guys, leave them alone." The crowd of people at the event had backed up and formed a circle around the confrontation, but a ram wearing the team's baseball uniform had seen enough.

"We'll leave them alone when we're done with them," replied the coyote, slapping Rio harder this time, causing the tiger to see stars and stumble a bit in his grasp, small beads of blood starkly contrasting the tawny fur as his claws grazed his muzzle, "You got something to say about it?"

"Yeah, actually," the ram started forward but was immediately intercepted by the eagle and the horse. Seeing he was outmatched, he stopped and looked around him at the other onlookers, "Come on guys, they can't stop all of us, are you really going to just sit here and watch this?" Every other fur he looked at averted their eyes and shuffled their feet. "Wow... you people are pathetic." Turning, he ran off into the crowd as fast as he could, knocking people out of his way if they didn't move fast enough.

"Well, looks like nobody here likes you enough to help," the hedgehog said, getting back to his feet and beginning to walk towards Rio, "Which means you're all alone. The odds don't look very good for you."

After getting slapped a third time and seeing the hedgehog getting closer, Rio changed his tactics. Instead of trying to hit the coyote, he reached behind his head and grabbed the collar of his shirt. Pulling forward at the same time as he stepped back, his shirt slid easily over his head to dangle in the coyote's hand and the now bare chested tiger ran at the coyote holding his friend. He got three steps before one of the mutt's reached out and tangled his claws in Rio's hair, bringing him to an immediate and painful stop as his head jerked backwards. Reeling in the struggling cub, the mutt stepped forward and let go of Rio's hair to opt for a full nelson, holding the struggling cub's arms useless above his head.

"Not bad kid, but... wait, seriously?" The coyote started laughing and shaking his head, "Is that a pacifier? It is, wow, I can't believe it, pink claws and a binky. That just cinches it. You are definitely the bottom."

Rio had almost forgotten the gift Mike had given him right before leaving the backyard, but as he kicked and bucked against the dog holding him captive, he felt it bouncing on his chest at the end of it's cord, and he blushed again.

"Hey, Lukas," the dog called to the hedgehog, "He's got the pacifier, what are the odds he's got the diaper to go with it?"

"Good question, let's find out. Come on guys, hold his legs," The hedgehog replied, stepping forward. The coyote tucked Rio's shirt into the waistband of his pants before him and the other mutt stepped forward.

"Back off!!" Rio yelled, letting the dog support his weight as he lifted both legs and double mule kicked the coyote in the chest. The bully stumbled back with a pained grunt and lost his feet. The second dog came in from the side and managed to get a hold of one of the tiger's legs, but Rio pulled him forward a step and brought his other leg across to kick him in the face. The angle was awkward, so the kick lacked power, but it was enough to free his foot. A spark of hope began to kindle, as the two bullies hesitated, not wanting to get kicked again, but then the dog holding his arms pulled down on the full nelson with all of his strength. Pain lanced through Rio's neck and shoulders, causing him to cry out and clench his eyes shut as he tried to ride out the pain. When the mutt relaxed his grip and Rio opened his eyes, he found his legs immobilized, rendering the young tiger helpless as the hedgehog reached forward and grabbed the button on his jeans. Rio bucked and thrashed, but his efforts were met with a punch to his short ribs that drove the air out of his lungs, leaving him hanging slightly with tears forming in his eyes.

"Let's see what the little baby's got." Lukas called, popping the button and lowering the zipper of Rio's jeans. Getting a grip on the waistband, he pulled them down to his knees, revealing the boy's boxer briefs.

"Surprising. Oh, wait, I bet they're those Drynite things you see commercials for," the eagle called over, him and the horse having just pushed back a few people that attempted to help, "They look just like normal boxers, but they have the diaper stuff on the inside."

' "You're probably right," Lukas nodded, getting a hold of Rio's boxers, "Any last words, little homo baby?"

"Please don't...." Rio whispered, tears running down his muzzle, staring imploringly into the hedgehog's eyes.

"But look at your audience," Lukas replied, "All these people want to see what you're packing. I would hate to disappoint them. Besides, since that rabbit's little brother went missing we're short a plaything. You and your little boyfriend over there should make great replacements."

Rio's eyes widened as the implications of the hedgehog's words sunk in, and his heart sank as he felt his boxers begin their downward journey. The waistband slowly crept past his hipbones, but before they went further, the eagle and the horse called out a warning.

"Incoming Lukas!!!"

"Now what," the hedgehog let go of Rio's boxers and turned to assess the new development and his eyes widened, "Oh... crap..."

The ram that had ran earlier was back, and this time he had the entirety of the school's baseball team, some twenty five strong, with him. The team broke through the crowd of onlookers and rushed the group of bullies. Seeing the reinforcements, the horse and eagle broke and ran for it, the boar doing the same after finally relinquishing his hold on Mike's arm. The hedgehog turned back to the captive tiger and spit in his face before kneeing him in the crotch.

His captors releasing him, Rio fell to the ground with a strangled gurgle, drawing his knees to his chest and cradling his privates.

"Next time, little homo baby," the hedgehog kneeled next to him and patted him on the rump, "Next time."

With the vengeful baseball team nearly upon them, the rest of the bullies broke and ran, knocking apart the onlookers who made half-hearted attempts at stopping them. The team split, half of them chasing the bullies and the other half standing guard around the fallen cubs.

Mike, having been helped to his feet, immediately ran to Rio's side. The tiger still lay in the fetal position, holding himself with tears leaking from clenched eyes.

"Hey man, I'm so sorry I couldn't help you, I tried so hard, but I couldn't get up-"

"Go get Kody!" Rio rasped, pain tightening his throat and making his voice hoarse.

"No, I'm not gonna leave you, you're-"

"Then tell someone else to do it," the tiger grunted as he uncurled and with the bear's help managed to sit up, "The hedgehog said something about Kody not having been home. We need to make sure he's okay, if they find him..."

"Hey, are you alright?" Zac interrupted coming back into the circle, him and Toby having been part of the group that chased off the bullies.

"Yeah, he should be fine, I think, but can you send some of your guys to make sure those creeps didn't find Kody?"

"On it," the baseball star rounded up several of his team mates and ran off again.

About that time, the circle of onlookers broke again, admitting the lithe form of Mr. Odhran.

"Alright, alright, what's all the commotion then?"

"A group of dude's from the high school jumped me and Rio," Mike responded, kneeling next to his boyfriend who had dropped back to lay on his side in the grass, "We tried to fight them off, but seven to two is a bit one sided."

"Aye, specially since they are at least six years older then ye," the stoat nodded, eyes widening slightly as he noticed that Rio was missing his shirt and his pants were around his knees, "Did they try and take yer clothes off, Mr. Kendrick?"

"Yeah," Rio grunted, "Probably would have done quite a bit more then that if..." scanning the crowd, Rio found the ram that had summoned the team and pointed to him, "he hadn't ran and gotten help."

"It would seem ye'r the hero of the hour, lad."

"Well, I had to do something," the ram nodded, "I couldn't fight them all on my own and nobody else here had the balls to do anything."

"So ye'r tellin' me dat all of dem were just sittin' here watchin'?" Toby asked incredulously, eyes narrowing in fury and turning to yell at the crowd as a whole, "What in da name of da great goddess is da matter wit all of ya? Ya were just gonna watch my friends get da hell kicked out of dem and do nutin?"

"That's enough, Mr. Claren," the stoat said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No, it's not!" The irate parrot yelled, shaking off his teacher's hand, and glaring into his eyes, "What if Kameron hadn't noticed dis? What if dey had managed to get Rio's shorts down? All of dem would have just sat and watched dem as dey-"

"Tobias, stop," the stoat said gently, placing a hand on each of the furious bird's shoulders, "I understand lad, I do, but now is not the time for it. Trust me when I say that the alarming lack of assistance will be addressed, but there are more pressing matters right now."

Taking several deep breaths, Toby managed to curb his fury and with a last withering glare at the crowd, nodded to his teacher before turning to the ram.

"Yer da captain, Kameron," he said, rolling his shoulders, "lead on."

"Right," the ram said, turning to the stoat, "How can we help, Mr. Odhran?"

"Statements," the teacher replied, "The more information we have, the easier this will be."

"We're on it," Kameron nodded, turning to his squad, "Alright guys, round everyone up and start asking questions, as Mr. Odhran said, the more info we get the better."

The team nodded as one and moved to start interviewing people.

"Can ye stand lad?" The stoat inquired, kneeling next to Rio, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I think so," the tiger nodded, sitting up and reaching for his jeans.

"I got you, mate," Mike said, moving behind Rio and grabbing the waistband of his jeans, pulling them up his legs and to his waist as the tiger lifted his hips, wincing slightly as a twinge of pain went down his arm.

"Are you alright, Mr. Hayes?" The ever observant stoat asked, shifting his attention to the bear, "Ye'r bleeding, lad."

"Yeah, I'm fine, idiot just tweaked my shoulder," Mike replied, helping his friend to his feet, "and I was bleeding, I think it's stopped now so no big deal."

"The nurse will be the judge of that, lad."

"Nurse nothing," the bear snorted and scanned the crowd until he spotted his target, "Toby! Come here for a minute!"

"What's up?" The parrot asked, trotting over.

"One of the punks might have messed up my shoulder, you wanna check it out?"

"Yeah, let me see." Grabbing the bear's arm, he moved his sleeve up past his shoulder and pressed his fingers into the joint. Rotating the arm back and forward, up and down, he kept his focus intent on the Mike's face, noting a slight grimace only when his arm was almost fully extended up and behind him.

"Yeah, he's fine, Mr. Odhran. Dere's no bruising or anyting on da shoulder itself, I don't feel any catches or grindin' when it moves, and it only hurts him when it's pulled back. I tink dat he just overextended it and it'll be sore for a bit, but dat's it."

"See? Who needs a nurse when you have a Toby?" Mike said, patting his friend on the shoulder, "Thanks. You can go back to grilling the masses."

"Hey Mike," Rio interrupted, "Can I borrow your shirt for a second, I want to get this mess off my face."

"What mess- aw, dude that's gross." Mike replied, pulling his shirt over his head and handing it to the tiger without a second thought.

"As gross as it is, lad, it's actually a good thing that the miscreant spit at ye." Mr Odhran noted, watching the tiger scrub at his face.

"A good thing?" Rio asked, looking sideways at the stoat, "The heat starting to fry your brain?"

"Not at all, Mr. Kendrick," the teacher replied, taking the shirt from Rio, "He has given us more information then I think he intended. Saliva contains DNA lad. Simple bullying probably would have been handled in house, but the second he pulled yer pants down, he guaranteed police involvement."

"NO!!" Rio and Mike yelled in unison, getting a raised eyebrow from their teacher.

"No? The two of ye have been assaulted, and if assistance hadn't arrived, it may have gone a lot farther. I can see no reason not to involve the authorities."

"It's..." Exchanging glances, the two cubs hesitated.

"Complicated? I think that there is something that ye aren't telling me."

"Yeah, complicated is one way of saying it."

At that point, Zac came running back alone.

"He's fine, Shayne and says that a few people came up and chatted with Kaylie but she knew all of them and since she didn't have any pancakes ready not a lot of people have been bothering them."

"Okay, cool," Rio nodded, "You leave your guys over there?"

"Yeah. I wanted to come let you know so I didn't give Shayne or Kaylie any details, and you know her. If someone doesn't tell her something she's going to come barging in looking for answers."

"Complicated indeed." Mr. Odhran noted, "I think that this isn't an isolated incident, and you cubs had better start talking because ye seem to be in way over ye'r heads."

"It's gonna be hard to explain," Rio started, but at that point Kameron and Toby came back over.

"Hey Mr. Odhran, me and the guys have talked to just about everybody and nobody saw everything, but the story seems to be straight forward."

"Yeah, Rio and Mike were carrying dere cooler when da older guys started makin fun of dem. Dey tried to leave a couple times, but da punks wouldn't let dem. Da ringleader started makin dirty comments and den Rio shoved him. He didn't take dat to kindly, and den dey started beatin up on dem. Dat's da gist, anyway."

"Yeah, we've got more details," Kameron rejoined, "but that's the basics."

"Alright, that will do for now. If ye could get yer team mates to write down what they have gathered, I would appreciate it," Addressing Zac, he continued, "I am not sure who ye went and checked on, but I would like ye to grab them and meet us in my classroom, I'm going to take these two in the school and start calling parents." Turning his attention to the crowd as a whole, the stoat raised his voice, "The show is over, lads and lasses, about yer business."

Kameron and Zac nodded, the former gathering up his team and the latter sprinting off through the crowd.

"Are ye gonna be able to get to the school on yer own, Mr. Kendrick?" The stoat asked, noting Rio's hunched posture as he gained his feet.

"Yeah," grunted the tiger, forcing himself to stand straight, "I'll be fine, just very sore in a very unfortunate spot."

"I see," Mr. Odhran noted, his expression darkening, before turning and walking towards the school, "I know that ye lads don't want to call the police, but I ca'nae say I hold hope that ye'll be able to talk me out of it." Reaching to his hip, the stoat grabbed a radio and fiddled with the frequency before hitting the talk button, "Sorry to bother ye, Alec, but we've got a wee problem. I need ye to come unlock the side door nearest my room."

"I'm on my way, Padraig," their principle's voice came back through a burst of static, "What's going on?"

"To be honest, I don't really know myself, but I've got a few lads in tow that may be able to shed some light if we can convince them to do it. Speaking of, they claim that they're fine, but if ye can wrangle Lara on yer way over..."

"With the wings of angels." At the mention of the nurse's name, the tone of voice on the other end of the walkie gained a surge of urgency.

Several moments later the little group trooped up to the door just as a bull and a doe with a messenger bag came running up from their left.

"What's the situation, Padriag?" The bull asked, unlocking the door and ushering the cubs inside, entering last and locking the door behind him.

"There was an altercation between two of our students and a group of boys from the high school," Mr. Odhran explained, leading the way down the hall to his room and unlocking the door and turning to the ram, "Alright, paper and pencils inside, please have yer lads write down what they gathered and who told them, if possible."

"On it, Mr. Odhran," the ram nodded, leading the way into the room, "You heard him, guys, let's do this."

As soon as they stopped walking Rio dropped down into a crouch to close his eyes and take several shaky deep breaths as he cupped his privates, an action that was immediatly noted by the doe who moved to crouch next to him.

"Come on, darlin'," she said gently placing a paw on the tiger's shoulder, "let me get a look at those pretty eyes of yours."

"Not as pretty as yours, I bet," Rio said, lifting his head with a small smile and shook his hair out of his face.

"Well aren't you a charmer?" The nurse laughed, her smile faltering only briefly as she saw the blood matting Rio's muzzle fur, "And so modest, your eyes are most definately prettier then mine." Reaching into her bag she brought out several sealed antiseptic wipes and slid on a pair of gloves, "Now, you seem to have a few cuts on your muzzle. While I take a look at those, why don't you tell me if there's anything else bother you?"

"Nope," Rio hissed as the doe started wiping the blood from his muzzle, the antiseptic stinging as it trickled into the long but shallow cuts, "Nothing at all."

"Is that so" The nurse smiled, "You haven't moved your paws from your lap the entire time that I've been here. Either there's something you aren't telling me, or I really am as pretty as you claim."

"No, I mean, yes, you are-" Rio, caught completely off guard by the doe's comment, blushed scarlet from his collar bones to the base of his ears, the color only deepening when he blurted out the truth to dissuade her of her implied notion, "My balls hurt!"

"Is that so?" The nurse sat back, Rio having missed the rest of her ministrations in his embarrassment, "Well, the cuts on your muzzle aren't bleeding any more, so unless there are any other issues I suppose we should make sure that there isn't any problem down below."

"NO! I mean, I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with-"

"Come now lad," Mr. Odhran cut in, looking over from his conversation with the bull, "If there is a problem, ye need to have it checked out. Besides, she's a nurse-"

"She's a girl!" Rio interrupted, clamping his knees closed around his hands.

"At his age Padraig, they could be caught in a set of vice grips and he wouldn't let me look," the doe chuckled before turning back to Rio, "I need to make sure that you are okay. Would it be an acceptable compromise if one of the less female people here looked for me?"

"I'll do it," Mike offered, "We've gone skinny dipping more then once, so it's not like I haven't seen him."

"Yeah, that'd be okay," Rio nodded, grunting as he stood back up, then turned his back to the group before looking over his shoulder at the nurse, "Turn around?"

"I saw that request coming," the doe nodded with a smile, "Alec, could you please unlock another room for these two?"

"I sure could," the bull fished a master key from his key ring and unlocked the door opposite the stoat's, "There you go, boys, don''t take to long, we need to get this sorted out."

"Medical before judicial, Alec," the doe reprimanded, before turning to Mike, "Before you check out your friend, let me check out that muzzle of yours. Tilt your head back for me." Mike did as requested and the doe cleaned the blood from around his nostrils before pulling a small flashlight from her bag and examining his muzzle, "Alright, looks like a simple bloody nose. Nothing major, just keep your fingers out of it for a while. Now, go make sure your friend is alright," she finished, shooing the two cubs into the empty room and pulling the door closed behind them.

As the door clicked, Rio reached back and pulled the blinds down on the half window in the door, drawing another laugh from the nurse, before flipping the light on.

"Okay, let's see here," Mike said, crouching and reaching for Rio's jeans. The tiger's paws shot out and grabbed his wrists, eyes widening slightly. "Hey, it's okay, it's me," he whispered, "this isn't the first time we've done this, what's the problem?"

"I'm sorry, Mike, I just saw you reaching for my pants and remembered that stupid hedgehog and-"

"Dude," Mike stood back up and kissed Rio on the nose, careful to avoid the cuts, before lifting the tiger's pacifier "It's okay, you don't have to apologize, you just have to relax."

Smiling, the tiger opened his mouth and his boyfriend plopped the paci onto his tongue. Wrapping his lips around his binky, the tiger drew it deep into his muzzle and closed his eyes. Suckling contently, he let his mind wander as the familiar taste filled his mouth, bringing with it the memories of warm blankets and full diapers. His breathing slowed way down and his knees started to bend before Mike tapped him on his rump. With a slight start, Rio stood straight and opened his eyes to look down at the grinning bear cub.

"I said relax, not fall asleep," Mike chuckled, "You ready?"

The tiger nodded and leaned against the door. With a shake of his head, the bear unfastened the tiger's jeans and dropped them and his boxers to his knees, revealing his boyfriend's semi erect cubhood.

"Well," gently lifting the fuzzy orbs in front of him, moving them this way and that to check for bruises, softly squeezing to check for tenderness, the bear grinned as his actions made Rio fully erect, "You look fine, but there's only one way to be sure." Mike grinned wickedly, drawing his tongue up the entire length of Rio's cocklett before taking it into his muzzle. His groan muffled by the paci in his mouth, Rio tangled his fingers in the Mike's hair and began gently humping into his boyfriend's mouth as the bear's tongue danced around the under side of his dick.

"Been a few minutes boys," The bull called through the door after knocking softly, "Everything, um.... looking okay?"

"Yeah," Mike called back after slowly drawing his lips off of Rio's cock, "We'll be out in a minute, just being..." he paused to give Rio's tip a quick lick, "Thorough, don't want to miss anything."

"Alright, well, wrap it up, okay?"

"Wrap it up?" Mike replied, barely repressing a chuckle as he spat into his palms before wrapping both paws around the slick, twitching member in front of his face, "Will do sir!" Opening his mouth and placing the head of Rio's cocklett on his tongue, Mike rapidly jerked off the tiger, adjusting his aim as Rio's knees went weak. The tiger tightened his grip on his boyfriend's hair and sucked hard on his paci as he painted the back of the bear's throat with his hot cum. Standing and pulling the tiger's pants up with him, Mike pulled Rio's paci from his mouth and brought their muzzles together. Rio ground his hips against his boyfriend's as he willingly took his own jizz into his mouth, happily swallowing the warm cream. Breaking the kiss, Mike pulled Rio away from the door and turned off the light before opening the door and leading the tiger back into the hall.

"Everything looks fine to me," he said in reply to the questioning look from the doe.

"Okay, I'll accept that," turning to the tiger she continued, "If you have any problems at all, go to a doctor. If it hurts to pee or when you get excited, anything at all, get it checked out, okay?"

"Yeah, I got it," Rio blushed, crossing his legs.

"Leave the poor lad alone, Lara," Mr. Odhran came to Rio's defense, turning the tiger, he paused, noting that paci hanging around the fourth grader's neck was now shining wetly under the fluorescent lights, "Everything okay, Mr. Kendrick?"

"Yeah, I'm good, everything is just fine." Rio responded, fidgeting under his teacher's gaze.

"That settles that," the doe cut in brightly, "Seeing as I am no longer needed here, I'll head back to make sure nobody in the throng outside suffers too greatly."

"Yes, very well Lara, thank you for your help," the principal said with a nod, before opening the Mr. Odhran's door, "Everybody in here finished?"

"Yeah," Kameron said, trotting to the door, "We've got everything we remember written down and I had everyone sign their paper in case you needed to ask anymore questions."

"Well done, son," the bull clapped Kameron on the shoulder, "Have your team mates put there reports neatly on Mr. Odhran's desk and then head on out and enjoy the celebration that you so rightfully earned."

"Will do," the ram organized the reports and then led his team to the outer doors, pausing to turn to Rio and Mike, "You two sure your okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine, thanks for the assist." Rio replied, Mike nodding in affirmation.

"My pleasure. See you guys later," he said, closing the door behind him. It opened few seconds later, the ram holding it wide as Zac came trotting up with the rest of the group in tow.

"Hey, are you guys alright? What happened?" Shayne asked, the sentiment being repeated in an incomprehensible rush of voices as everybody started asking questions at once.

"Enough!" Barked the bull, drowing the hall in silence. "Thank you. Now, everybody please head into Mr. Odhran's room and have a seat. As soon as we have everyone's parents here we can start to figure this out."

"Um... Mr. Hastings?" Kaylie said, drawing the bull's attention.

"Yes, miss?" The bull looked towards the terrier and his eyes widened in concern.

Kaylie was standing side by side with Kody, holding his paw. The rabbit stood with his shoulders squared defiantly against the bull, though it was clear through the fear in his eyes and the quivering of his muscles, that were Kaylie not holding his paw he would have ran as far and as fast as he could.

"That might be a bit harder then you think...."