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Ferdinand tapped idly his pencil against his desk, creating a soft counterpoint to scratchings of the other students' writing and the droning tone of the instructor standing at the front of the large classroom. He was not sure what he had been expecting from the first week at the academy, but a dry, almost elementarily basic over of gryphon care and protocol had been far down the list. He knew that he should have been attempting to at least look like he was paying attention, but so far the instructor had not said anything he had not read one-hundred times in one of the books on gryphons he had studied religiously for the past few years. And even more distracting were his thoughts that still lingered on what had happened earlier in the showers.

He grunted and looked over toward his left at Reginald sitting attentively and listening to the every word the instructor said. Behind him beams of light filtered in through the wide, high windows set in the stone wall of the room and gave the young fox a faint glimmering on the tips of his hair. Through the hazy morning light Ferdinand could just make out the forms of a few training gryphons swooping and soaring in a training regimen for the upperclassmen. If he could only be out there, instead of sitting restlessly in his seat, bouncing his leg as the instructor-

"Freshman Cadet Ferdinand!"

Ferdinand jumped, to the snickers of a few of the boys around him, and looked back up to where the instructor was tapping the long chalkboard pointer in his left hand against his thigh.

"I do apologize if I am boring you, Cadet. Perhaps you'd like to tell the class the correct process for unharnessing a gryphon mount in my stead?"

"No sir! Sorry sir", Ferdinand stammered. "I can try, sir?" he ventured after clearing his throat.

The instructor wrinkled his nose and sniffed. "I'd rather not hear you embarrass yourself, cadet." He was a portly middle-aged silver fox the boys had not seen previously, dressed in an austere black suit that reminded Ferdinand of a country doctor or preacher man. He started to patrol around the teacher's desk as he inspected the students and spoke, tapping his leg with the pointer for emphasis as he walked.

"That applies to all of you! Back home you might have thought yourselves as impressive, but here none of that matters! Here you start at the very bottom, and it is job of the staff to school you to become something useful--and keep you from mauling yourselves out of stupidity!"

He sat behind his desk. "I will not tolerate slackers! I expect you to commit yourselves fully to your studies, and by god you will learn the material I teach thoroughly! Understood?"

The class yelped "yes sir" in unison and sat even straighter than before.

Ferdinand glanced at Reginald again. The smaller fox beamed, eyes glinting and tail wagging, as if he was participating in fun and games. Ferdinand rolled his eyes when sunlight broke through the cloud covering and made Reginald's fluffy hair glow even more like a golden halo around his head. He was clearly in his element, having found something familiar in this new environment. Meanwhile Ferdinand felt he had already gotten off on the wrong foot with the instructor, and he had not even done anything wrong! He shrugged his shoulders glumly and listened on the lecture.

It was cut short before the lesson could get into the finer points of avian tackle and harness by a knock at the door. A second year cadet entered and spoke with the instructor with hushed tones for a moment, then stood in attention by his side. "Looks like there is an urgent matter that requires my attention. You will stay here until the class is over and engage in independent study." He turned to the messenger and ordered him to get the hall monitor to watch over the students while he was away, then dismissed himself promptly.

Ferdinand leaned back and unbuttoned the collar of his uniform, sighing deeply. All around him, Ferdinand could hear the growing hum of 'independent study'--or, conversation and gossip among the students. He felt a soft prod at his side, and looked over to be met with Reginald's beaming face. "Isn't this just the best, Fern?" The smaller fox practically squealed as he squirmed in his seat.

"Yeah, I guess so." Ferdinand sighed, and began tapping a sharp tattoo on his desk with his pencil once more. "I just wish they would let out get out there with the gryphons, instead of going over what everyone already knows..."

"Well, it's important to learn the basics, first. I mean, safety first, right? I'd hate to think of what might happen to someone who tries to ride their gryphon without knowing what they're doing."

To his annoyance Ferdinand could not detect even a single trace of insincerity in Reginald's voice; the smaller fox was completely earnest as he looked to Ferdinand with his wide, dewy eyes. Ferdinand huffed, trying to come up with some counter argument even though he knew his friend was completely right. Fortunately he was spared from having to think hard by the door swinging open once more. Unfortunately, the figure swaggering in with a razor-toothed grin was all too familiar to Ferdinand and Reginald.

"Alright, you lot, simmer down now!" Szymon took the instructor's chalkboard pointer--left leaning against the old fox's desk in his exit from the room--into one on his clawed hands and began tapping it on his shoulder. His golden eyes scanned the room, taking in the nervous faces of the freshman cadets... and paused as they landed on Ferdinand and Reginald.

"Ugh, what is he doing here...?" The answer to Reginald's question was more than apparent. The lizardman's gold-trimmed collar and coat cuffs, and the pin on his right breast, plainly showed his status as a prefect.

Szymon began to pace along the front of the classroom, his smartly-polished boots clicking on the hardwood floor. "So, your instructor informs me that there are some among you who require a lesson in discipline." There were quite a few students who exchanged nervous glances at the snickering that accompanied those words. "I have an idea; why don't I aid you all in your independent studies with a little game. One that can demonstrate how well you lot can follow a superior's orders." He flicked the pointer in his hand, flourishing it almost like a ceremonial saber, and then gave the class--Reginald and Ferdinand in particular--another toothy grin. "I like to call it 'Szymon Says'."

"Let's see..." Szymon let his gaze wander over the nervous students, making eye contact and nodding when he saw something he liked. "You there, stand up!" He pointed squarely at Reginald.

"Whatever for?" Ferdinand protested and tugged at Reginald's sleeve to keep him sitting.

"Because I said so." The large lizard stomped close and loomed over the two foxes.

Ferdinand continued to glare up at Szymon, but Reginald patted his hand. "Fern it's alright. It's just a game, after all." The other fox spluttered in protest and his friend's naivety, but could do nothing as Reginald stood up from his seat.

"There you go, cadet. That's what I like to see; a fox that knows how to follow orders." Szymon smirked at Ferdinand for a moment, and the gave Reginald a toothy parody of a friendly smile. "Front of the room, chop chop."

"Just what're you trying to pull?" Ferdinand hissed to Szymon in a low voice as Reginald trotted up to the front of the classroom. Both young men watched the jaunty flicking of the younger fox's tail... and the slight bounce of of his swaying hips.

Szymon put a hand on Ferdinand's shoulder, the weight of the strong limb making the fox flinch. "Just demonstrating how a cadet shows proper respect for his superiors." With a soft, sharp thwack, the chalkboard pointer in Szymon's grip slapped Ferdinand's thigh. "You'd do well to take notes, new blood." With that, the lizard sauntered up to join Reginald next to the instructor's desk.

Reginald stood in attention in front of the class, looking preppy and eager like a good student much to Ferdinand's disbelief. Szymon walked around him, eyeing him with hungry, cruel sneer. "I see you have managed to learn good posture at least. Maybe you're not completely hopeless...like others around here." He looked directly at Ferdinand as he spoke. The farm grown fox clenched his fists, but did not want to cause more trouble to his friend and swallowed his words.

Szymon tapped Reginald's chin, then chest with the pointer. "See the angle of neck, chest pulled up", he lectured with his raspy, smoky voice. The pointer hovered over Reginald's crotch, and patted it harder than necessary. The young fox's eyes widened, but he did not flinch. "Good composure too", Szymon noted in almost disappointed tone. "But let's see how well he follows orders!"

The tall, muscular lizard stepped in front of the class, legs spread and firmly planted down, and pushed out his pelvis in a very suggestive manner. Without saying anything he slid his clawed hand under his belt, and groped his crotch with great relish. The entire class could see his fingers move over his crotch in his pants, and he turned his head slowly from student to student to make an eye contact. His tongue blepped between his sharp teeth and he grinned, daring them to avert their eyes. A few did, while most stayed gazing at him uneasily yet intrigued.

Szymon pulled out and turned to Reginald, hovering his hand right in front of Reginald's snout. "Lick it."

The small fox blinked his eyes, surprised, but did not hesitate. He opened his mouth and touched the scaly digits gingerly with his pink tongue. Szymon thrusted more into his mouth, making Reginald gag and buckle at first, but he recovered quickly and started sucking the fingers. They disappeared deep between his lips as he sucked them with great gusto, enjoying their manly aroma and making wet, moaning noises. He placed his hands on Szymon's wrist for support as he started bobbing his head back and forth to deepthroat the intrusion, slipping his tongue between the fingers and slurping up the saliva he was drooling on the lizard's palm.

Szymon sneered and whapped Reginald's ass with the pointer, hard enough to make him yelp in surprise. "I didn't say 'Szymon says lick it', whelp. You fail!"

He grasped the fox from behind, one hand binding his wrists while the other held his throat, and laughed as he displayed his delicate body to the others. The hard bulge in Reginald's pants was clearly visible to everyone by now, as was the blotch of dampness that had seeped through the cloth. "Maybe I should show you what happens to cadets who fail to follow orders from their superiors..." he chuckled darkly, while Reginald waited with baited breath.

He never had the chance to finish his train of thought, before he was interrupted by a screech of a chair thrown back and angry Ferdinand jumping up. "That's enough!"

Szymon looked at Ferdinand, scowling a bit as he held Reginald in his tight grip. "Do you have something to say, cadet?"

"Damn right I do." Ferdinand ignored the quiet gasps and murmurs of the other students as he stalked up to the front of the class. He did not care about any hoity-toity sensibilities, and he did not care that Szymon was older than him, bigger, stronger, and of a higher rank. "What the hell is your ruttin' problem?"

"Fern--" Reginald tried to speak, but was shoved aside as Szymon moved to stand chest to chest with the fox. His glare was just as fiery as Ferdinand's, though it came from behind a toothy, but mirthless smirk.

"My problem is insubordinate whelps that come in here thinking they're too good for the chain of command."

"If that's your 'chain of command'..." He pointed to Reginald, still messy and unkempt from the molestation he'd been receiving from the lizard. "...then you can shove it right in up your ass."

The room fell silent, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Szymon's eyes flashed, and he gripped Ferdinand's collar. "Maybe you'd like to learn what happens to cadets that can't follow orders." Ferdinand grasped Szymon's wrist, trying to break his hold as the lizard pushed his body against the fox's, pinning him to the desk. Szymon's body was strong; Ferdinand could feel the corded muscles flexing underneath the lizard's uniform, and smell his dry, slightly-musky scent. "You damn foxes think you're so high-and-mighty," he hissed, his voice low and venomous. "It's about time someone taught you--"

Ferdinand's fist smashed into the side of Szymon's snout.

"Ferdinand!" Reginald cried out, hands going to cover his mouth, but the smaller fox was quickly drowned out by the chants of 'Fight! Fight!' that broke out among the watching students. Ferdinand shoved himself against Szymon, and the two fell to the floor grappling each other and vying for the upper hand as they exchanged blows, rolling back and forth in what was quickly becoming a real struggle.

"What the devil is going on in here!?" The instructor shouted as he stood at the doorway, looking more displeased than usually.

--

The aftermath had been swift but surprisingly lenient. All three of them had spent the afternoon in the principal's office being yelled at before receiving their slaps on the wrist. Fighting with a senior cadet could have meant expulsion for Ferdinand, but Szymon had an earlier record of getting into trouble for inappropriate behavior, and Reginald spoke passionately in defense of his friend, so no punitive action was taken. As the son of a foreign dignitary and a frequent donator Szymon would not be expelled either, but got his privileges revoked and was told to keep his hands off the duo if he ever wanted to regain them. Facing the prospect of having to do his own laundry and eat at the common table the lizard sulked but agreed, glaring at the two under his brows.

However, disrupting the class was something they would not let slide, and Reginald and Ferdinand found themselves assigned for stable duty for a week. After their regular lessons they would spend their free time cleaning the pens, changing fresh beddings and scraping gryphon droppings off the floor. The worst part was that they were still too inexperienced to handle the beasts themselves, so they rarely saw the majestic creatures whose stalls they had to keep spotless.

Truth to be told Ferdinand did not mind it. Having to do honest work he had gotten used to alleviated his homesickness, and the black eye he had did not even hurt anymore. Reginald had fussed about it and had latched onto his arm to tell him how brave he was with his big eyes filled with awe, and the warm glow it caused in his chest made it all worth it. Reginald, however, kept complaining about all the icky poop and handling shovel and bucket giving him callouses, much to Ferdinand's varying levels of amusement

One afternoon the two had snuck into an unused wing of the stable complex to take a break, sitting on a bale of hay sweaty and with their sleeves rolled up trying their best to avoid the supervisor's notice, when they heard noises from the supposedly empty pen whose wall they had been leaning on. Curious, Reginald peeked through a crack between the wooden boards, and turned to Ferdinand wide-eyed and making a shushing gesture. He motioned for him to take a look too, and what they saw was a complete surprise to both.

Szymon was there, together with the older fox instructor they had met in their first day at the academy, and he was walking in a large, fully grown war gryphon. The gray and slender fox held the massive beast's reins with ease, having them hang slackly in his hand and the fierce creature trotted obediently in his tow, even though breaking free would have been trivially easy for him. The gryphon had eagle-like forepart with white and brown plumage, wide chest and muscular flanks, well developed round hindquarters that resembled snow leopard patterns, and long, thick tail--under which jiggled an impressive display of maleness, a pair of coconut sized testicles . As they watched the arrival of the proud stud Szymon had already set his coat aside and was unbuttoning his shirt...

"You sure about this, boy?" Bertrand seemed completely unfazed by the sight of Szymon pulling his shirt off, the lizard stretching and cracking his neck as he tossed the garment on top of his coat.

"Yeah. I've needed somethin' like this..." Ferdinand and Reginald's eyes widened as the lizard began to undo his belt and slide his trousers down his strong legs. The two hidden foxes shared a look, both of them feeling their faces grow warm as Szymon finished stripping himself. Szymon was definitely an asshole, but that did not mean they could not appreciate how well-kept his body was. Checking out the lizard came easy to them as he made his way over to stand beside Bertrand and the gryphon, one hand rubbing up and down his smooth stomach and idly rubbing the lips of his slit.

"Alright, then. Nice and slow, so he knows you're not a threat." Bertrand shifted his grip on the war beast's reins, keeping him still as Szymon kneeled down next to the gryphon's flank.

"Is... is he doing what I think he's doing...?" Reginald's voice was a soft, barely-audible his in Ferdinand's ear. The larger fox could only gulp, watching as Szymon's hand stroked over the gryphon's hip, down to his inner thigh, and finally made contact with the beast's massive ballsack.

"Mmmff... warm..." The word was a soft murmur as Szymon's fingers traced over the low-hanging, heavy orbs in the gryphon's furry pouch. The beast shifted its hind legs and let out a low squawk at the contact.

"You always say that." Bertrand idly stroked along the gryphon's neck plumage, keeping his hand well away from the beast's dagger-like beak.

Ferdinand looked to Reginald. "Always...?" He mouthed, eyes widening. Did that really mean that he was doing...this at a regular basis?

Szymon let out a noncommittal grunt in answer, shifting forward on his knees while bending his head and neck to bring his face closer to that thick, plump package. The smell between the gryphon's hind legs was thick, heady, and potent, and Ferdinand and Reginald could hear the lizard taking deep breaths of the gryphon's scent even from where they were hiding.

The smell of a gryphon's unwashed asshole was heady, so thick that Szymon felt dizzy after inhaling lungfuls of that raunchy stench and had to pause to steady himself. Bertrand patted the beast's neck affectionately, eliciting a demure coo, and hooked the reins loosely on a peg on the wall. He walked around the gryphon and behind the panting lizard, placed his hands on his shoulders and started to massage Szymon shapely musculature.

"You know how riders bond with their steeds, boy." Bertrand did not sound like he was asking a question.

"Yeah, by getting used to each others' smell." Szymon stretched out his back and enjoyed the older fox's firm touch. He looked over his shoulder and grinned devilishly. "So they fuck again and again until they smell of cock musk inside out."

Bertrand chuckled and slapped the lizard's bare ass. "Looks like at least something has gone through that thick skull of yours." He continued caressing the larger male, amused as he spoke. "You know that you're the worst student by far here? Too heavy to ride the gryphons, spending your days just fucking around instead of learning."

"Guilty as charged." Szymon did not seem to be bothered by the accusation in the least.

"The only reason we haven't kicked you out is because your wealthy and important daddy would raise a fuss, and nobody wants a diplomatic incident."

"The only reason?" It was Szymon's turn to laugh. "Don't lie to me you dirty old man. You love getting destroyed by all of this." He ran his hand across his muscular belly and chest, while maintaining eye contact with the fox behind him and leering.

Bertrand sniffed curtly and took a step back, then produced his riding crop. He touched Szymon's neck with it, just a light tap. "Down. On your knees."

The lizard obeyed, lowering himself to the level of the gryphon's hindquarters, but his smug grin stayed untouched.

Bertrand grasped the back of Szymon's head with his free hand, and held it still. "Now this fine specimen in front of you is an unfortunate case." He had adopted his lecturing tone of voice. "He was well on his way of being trained and getting used to his rider, when unfortunately cadet had to be expelled for unrelated disciplinary reasons." He frowned for a moment. "It just goes to show not even a person of good breeding can be trusted with these majestic beasts." Bertrand lowered his head close to Szymon's and spoke to his ear quietly. "Fortunately for you he has not cum in two weeks by now, and is getting quite ornery to relieve the pressure in his big, aching balls." He pressed Szymon's face again into the gryphon's balls. "Worship them."

The lizard did so eagerly, making a sighing noise as he opened his maw to take those heavy orbs into his mouth. Their soft fur tickled his nose and was quickly moistened by his tongue lapping at them hungrily, jiggling and rolling them around with every lick. The gryphon purred contentedly, and propped up his hindquarters for better access. The beast's ball sweat and ass musk enveloped Szymon's head, making it all he could taste or smell as he sucked on those hefty chick makers.

Bertrand grasped Szymon's neck and stroked it, keeping him in contact with that sublime flesh and not letting him pull back even to draw breath. "Yesss, let it all sink in... Those are the balls of a full grown bull gryphon, can you feel their weight and heft? Imagine how jam packed those must be, throbbing with millions of writhing sperm waiting to gush out in a flood of cum..." He rose up and went to pet the gryphon between his shoulder blades, then touched his beak softly and with loving eyes. "He's a big stud that has been kept bothered by his big orbs, his constant need to mate, thick gooey gryphon cum pooling up inside his ducts until they're swollen and taut..."

Bertrand's words made Szymon even hornier than before, his twin dicks jutting proudly erect from his slit, but when he moved his hand to stroke himself the older fox slapped it sharply with the riding crop and tutted. "No."

Szymon looked up angrily, but Bertrand simply used the crop again to guide his head back to smothering the gryphon's balls with his slurping and kissing. "You're going to be the last person to cum here today--if you perform satisfactorily, that is." He used his impassioned instructor's voice again, but could not help a hint of delight creeping into it.

Ferdinand and Reginald could not follow the muted conversation, but the raw display of sexuality in front of their eyes did not leave much for imagination. Ferdinand felt acutely his own erection straining against his trousers, leaving a damp patch on the cloth where the precum had seeped through. Ashamed of his brazen desire to spy on the sex act he looked at Reginald for guidance, but saw that the other youth watched the events as wide-eyed and in awe as he had been. A quick, embarrassed glance towards his crotch confirmed that Reginald was also a pitching a tent in his pants. Ferdinand gulped, imagining how knowing a gryphon so intimately would feel, and slid his hand in his pants...

Meanwhile Szymon had been guided from behind the gryphon to under him, and was standing on all fours in front of his meaty sheath. The lizard was nuzzling it with his snout and in response a red tip had peeked out as the gryphon's sheath slowly rolled back. Bertrand had ordered him to lift his tail, and was now slapping his ass lazily with the riding crop, aiming at the lizard's exposed pucker but hitting his buttocks and base of his fat tail most of the time. Szymon did not seem to mind the occasional slaps, but continued to huff in the gryphon's piss scented cock musk and licking the hardening member eagerly.

Bertrand tucked away his crop and started loosening his cravat. "Now, to get good quality semen you need to stimulate his prostate gland." He he undid his coat and opened his shirt, revealing his fluffy chest hair. It was long and snow white, framed with red hair that already had gray streaks running in it. "It gives the cum volume, makes it thick and gooey, and gives the sperm energy they need to swim up all the way to the ovaries." He stepped behind the gryphon and snorted at Szymon. "Or in your case, all the way up your ass and in your guts." He crouched to whisper to his student, steadying himself on the gryphon's rump. The beast did not mind his rear being touched at all, but instead lifted his long, poofy tail.

"That's what you dream about, being pumped so full of gryphon cum that your belly swells like a pregnant mare's, boy?"

"Y-yes daddy..." Szymon panted between giving licks at the dark red gryphon cock, lumpy and longer than his mouth.

"Too bad." Bertrand leaned in close. "That's reserved for good students only."

He straightened up and unzipped his pants, then pulled out his long, slender fox cock. He eased it in the gryphon's loose tail hole with practiced ease, like an old lover returning home, and grunted in pleasure as the obedient beast squeezed it tightly in response.

Without pulling out Bertrand kicked Szymon's thigh with his riding boot, leaving a smear of gryphon dung on it. "Suck his cock while daddy fucks his ass, boy."

Szymon gasped, then relaxed and took the gryphon's entire length into his mouth hungrily, wrapping his tongue around that stiff fuck stick and gulping it down. At the same time Bertrand started making slow, deliberate rocking motions, grinding his hips against the beast's soft rear fur. He found quickly the gryphon's sensitive spot, and rubbed his cock head on it with small, persistent back and forth thrusts. The large animal crooned and purred in pleasure, his eyes half closed and head craned low, tongue lolling from his ajar beak. His massive body jiggled in rhythm of the older fox's rocking motion, balls swinging heavy between his legs, and his lumpy, knotted cock thrusting deeper into the lizard's waiting maw.

It did not take long for that double assault to bring the needy beast to climax. The gryphon bellowed, rearing his head and making a sound between roar and shriek. Szymon made a choking noise, and the boys could see his throat swelling up from the massive load that was suddenly forced down his gullet. Cum spurted out of his nostrils, thick and pearly white, and his eyes bulged as he struggled between the need to keep on sucking that luxurious sex organ and the need to draw in life-giving air. The gryphon's cock deposited load after load of rich, fertile seed into the hapless lizard, and just as Szymon was about to pass out, the mighty beast pulled out of him with a wet, shlorping sound. Glistening creamy stands of semen clung from his low-hanging fuck meat, still thick and stiff and swinging between his legs as he trotted proudly around and snorted like a conquering king.

Szymon laid on his back on the filthy stall floor, dizzy and chest heaving, burping up and swallowing again loads of cum that were roiling around his full belly. Salty cum bubbles frothed from his nose as he tried to catch his breath, making him cough and sputter weakly. Bertrand stepped up to him and reached out with his arm. "Get up boy, you did good. You've come a long way!" He helped up the much larger, heavier youth with surprising ease. Szymon's feet were still shaky, but his cocky attitude was already coming back to him.

"Are you proud of me, daddy? Did I do it well?" He patted his taut stomach as he eyed Bertrand lewdly. The instructor's cock was still on display, proudly erect and smelling of raunchy gryphon ass. Bertrand snorted, then smiled. "Oh yes I am, you are making daddy very proud, my strong sexy fuckpig son..."

He turned around and fiddled with his belt until his pants fell to his knees, and steadied himself, gripping the stable's wall with both hands while presenting his cute, slender ass to his student. "I've waited for this for so long, lover boy... Go on, fuck your daddy", he snarled between clenched teeth clearly getting more and more aroused by the situation. "Use both dicks, daddy's been bred loose by big fucking hulking brutes!"

Szymon did not need more encouragement, and grasped Bertrand's hips roughly and smooshed his crotch against his rear. His stubby twin cocks slid between the fox's ass crack and buttocks, seeking entry as the lizard grunted grinded against him. Eventually he hit his target, and slid one cock head into the pink fox hole, followed by the other. The squat, fat members stretched out Bertrand's asshole taut as they burrowed in, making him pant and snarl, switching between swearing and praising under his breath as they worked their way into the tender folds of his rectum.

The gryphon had settled down and was licking his sheath clean, occasionally stopping to glance over the two men fucking loudly in the corner of his stall, then continuing his pleasant task, happy and content. He laid his head on his front legs to take a nap, when suddenly he noticed something that made him snap to attention. He swiveled his feathery ears around and sniffed the air, then got up and started to trot towards Ferdinand's and Reginald's hiding place. The instructor and the student were sating their lusts towards each other, locked in the throes of passionate thrusting and oblivious to the beast who had started to wander around the stable doorway.

"Ohshit" Ferdinand whispered as the large beast approached their hiding place, and grasped Reginald by his arm. The smaller boy yelped in surprise which made the enthusiast lovers stop their rhythmic pounding. Reg and Fern looked at each other wide-eyed and bolted, scampering away without care if they were seen or not.

Reginald leaned against the gymnasium wall and panted as he tried to catch his breath. Ferdinand peeked behind the corner of that massive stone building nervously, but saw no sign of pursuit. The gravel under his boots crunched as he paced back and forth and brushed his clothes, trying to rid himself of an indistinct sense of dirtiness.

"It's horrible!", Reginald piped up, "I had no idea--they should not be allowed to, it's, it's inappropriate!"

Before Ferdinand could reply Reginald carried on, giving the taller fox an accusatory look. "And I can't believe you enjoyed looking at it!" His voice had a whiny edge to it, like a puppy with hurt feelings.

"H-hey! I haven't done anything wrong, I was just--it's not like I liked it, like that way. And speak for yourself, I saw that you had a hard on in your pants too!"

"It's different..." Reginald flushed and looked aside. "I- I liked the daddy part, but a student and instructor...together, that's disrespecting the establishment!" Even as the words left his mouth he realized what he was saying, and felt an intense hope that the ground would open up and swallow. Beet red and flustered he clapped his hands on his face and hid behind them. "Aw jeeze..."

Ferdinand did not know what to say, so he touched Reginald's shoulder gently. "It's okay. Let's not ever bring this up again, alright?"

Reginald hesitated and refused to come out behind his hands, so Ferdinand wrapped his arms around him in a hug. "Shh, it's okay, it's okay..."

Slowly the small fox loosened up, his resistance melting in the farm boy's warmth. His hands fell down and he buried his face in the ruff of Ferdinand's neck. He smelled nice.

"Yeah, it's okay..." He sniffed, determined not to cry and let himself be hemmed in by the other boy's strong arms. After a while he pushed himself apart, but Ferdinand did not let go so easily. They stood facing each other joined at hips. "Yeah, it's okay!" Reginald sounded chipper again. "We had an unusual experience today, and even if I didn't like it it was still something to remember." He grinned slyly. "And I'm okay with talking about certain parts of it a little if you want to..."

The thought made Ferdinand's cock twitch and Reginald smile.