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Jon was staring at the lines on the paper of a college bound notebook. His eyes were glazed, and his pawtips were circled around the neck of a pencil. He absently tapped the tip of it against the soft pad, but he wasn't writing anything, even if his act was fooling the teacher.

His mind was miles away from the whiteboard, and the plethora of notes that were being scrawled across it. He wasn't retaining a single thing that his teacher uttered, he wasn't concerned with the quiz that was certainly coming at the end of the week and he didn't have any idea how much time was left in the day.

The only thing crossing his mind was the memory of what had happened to him just last week, as he was trapped in the girl's locker room.

Someone's gonna say something...I just know it. I'm totally screwed.

It wasn't unusual for Jon to drift away in his own thoughts when he was taking down a novel's worth of notes, but this time, he couldn't find the focus to get back on task. A couple of the girls that were in the locker room at the time were in his math class, sitting around him, and the only thing Jon could feel was their eyes on his fur; their gaze was so deep that it felt like holes were burrowing into his fur.

He was smart enough to realize that so much of his concerns were his own creation and given the way that he'd been treated by the kindly women in his hour of discomfort, his secret probably was safe, but the concerns were impossible to shake.

"What's the matter? Do I intimidate your or somethin'?"

It wasn't Jon who was addressed, but the girl sitting behind him. Even before their interactions in the locker room, Jon knew her as Kayla Dorn, the tigress who sat toward the back of the class and distracted the entire rear end of the room with her presence alone.

"No...you annoy me, so stop poking me in the arm!"

Kayla knew what kind of a beauty she was, and as the final days of her high school career drew to an end, she was long since tired of being pestered for a date by the larger jocks and preps that dominated the hallways.

She was getting particularly venomous in her last few weeks of dealing with the attention, and it didn't help that the teacher was now staring at the back of the classroom with a deadpan gaze.

"I could poke you somewhere else, if you'd like that better?"

Kayla rolled her eyes. "Fuck's sake...do you even hear yourself right now? Who talks to someone like that?"

The wolf at the desk next to her was so thick of skin that he didn't even feel the daggers from his teacher's eyes, and his ears were completely deaf to the frustration in Kayla's voice. "The kind of guy who isn't afraid to put it all on the line. If you played a real sport, you might know something about that...but I'd be glad to show you the ropes."

The tigress set her palm against her forehead. She didn't want to erupt at the wolf, but she was rapidly nearing the end of her rope.

The end of it was burned away as the wolf threw her athleticism under the bus. "You're a backup linebacker for a crappy, high school football team! If you meant the bench, I'm sure you could show me that anytime!"

Despite her tactful comeback, Kayla wasn't lucky enough to have shaken the wolf off her tail. "You're right; I mostly play football to keep myself in shape," he claimed, taking a moment to flex his right arm and gently massage his bicep with his left paw. "You soccer girls have some crazy endurance, though. Maybe I can't keep up after all."

The wolf finally looked back to the front of the room, and his ears perked to the powerful SLAM of open palms against a tired desk.

"Excuse me...Mr. Barnes?"

"Uh...y-yes, Ms. Arnold?"

"Would you mind shutting the hell up so I can get back to teaching my class?"

Rolling his eyes and completely missing the point, the wolf went right back to his old ways. "Jeez...everyone has such a fucking attitude today! I think they get it from you," he poked Kayla in the arm once more, and only her infinite patience saved him from a swift blow to the face.

"No, Jed...you're just an asshole," Kayla was forward with him, and disdain wrapped around her voice like a lead apron. Her anger wasn't enough to back him off, but she realized that there was one place she hadn't tried hitting him. "I'd much rather go out with a guy like Jon."

The otter was still so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even know he was being addressed until he felt Kayla's paw against his back. "W...what?"

"Yes, I'm talking about you, cutie," Kayla didn't even give Jed a chance to interact, but she cast a quick glare his way, able to feel the frustration pouring off him. "You're kinda sexy...you're nice, and you're actually _humble..._not to mention that I've got evidence of what a gentleman you are, firsthand."

_This is it. I'm so screwed. Why is she doing this now?! _

Jon had no idea how wrong he was, and the feel of clawtips dragging down along his shirt, teasing the outline of his spine made him stiffen up with unexpected delight. His tail kicked out straight and bumped the inside of Kayla's thigh, but she giggled at the unintentional advance.

The further she went, the less she worried about making Jed envious; she was just enjoying teasing the poor otter, knowing that he couldn't do anything about it without causing a scene.

"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me...that little shrimp?"

"He's an otter," Kayla was just being snippy at that point, but she felt she'd earned the right to be. "Of course, you're dumb enough that you really might not know any better."

Ms. Arnold threw her arms up in the air in frustration and gave up, returning to the board to continue with her notes for the students that were still paying attention. Senioritis was setting in for most of the class, but it was easily worst in the back of the classroom, where Kayla's deadly claws trickled further and further down, until she reached the loose, drooped edge of Jon's waistline.

The otter bit his lower lip to keep from making a squeak as Kayla slipped a single digit around the bulky base of his tail. "You've got such a cute butt, Jon...I'm glad I got a chance to see it up close."

The fur on his cheeks threatened to burst into flames as bashful warmth crept across Jon's face, and yet, he could still feel the ire of the wolf just behind him as Jed watched, his eyes radiating jealousy.

"What, you already fooled around with this loser?" Jed asked, his interest waning by the second. "Dunno what you could have gotten from him...he's a fuckin' twig."

"He's skinny, but he's not a jerk," Kayla argued. Her paw was on a mission anymore, and as her digits crawled across the warm, lightly furred flesh of his rump, she felt an extra, concentrated warmth around her real target. "You see, I don't mind all assholes, Jed..."

She paused, able to feel the gaze of a few other students at the back of the class upon her bodice. Jon was the most concerned, but Kayla was left trying to decide if she could be this bold, especially when she still had a few weeks of school left to finish.

Thanks to their previous encounter, she knew that Jon would love every second of it, and she couldn't think of a better way to prove her point to Jed.

"But this is the kind of asshole I prefer," her palm opened flat against the seat of the otter's backside, but one pawtip dipped through the seam in his curves, with a pad pressing right up to the birth of his pucker. He sucked in a gasp, but kept his teeth gritted to avoid a full, passionate moan when he felt the domineering tigress pressing further still, until the tip of the digit was comfortably seated inside of him, working toward the first knuckle.

Other students were covering their muzzles and trying to hide their gasps as they watched Kayla literally finger another student in the middle of class, the last of her concerns torn up and thrown to the wind.

"You...y-you're a fucking freak," Jed whispered, the confidence fading from his expression as he tried to imagine a woman who was more into penetrating him than vice versa...and his mind didn't like where the thought process was going. "Who the hell would even be into that?"

"More guys than you think," Kayla replied, her voice every bit as nonchalant as her actions. Her pawtip was starting to hook inside of Jon's asshole, reaching deeper than she thought she'd be able to on a whim, but she could feel him clenching up around the narrow digit, and immediately, she looked over his shoulder, to the underside of his desk. "...Well, good morning, handsome."

Jon had no idea how he'd be able to leave the classroom without knocking every single book off every desk that he walked by. His cock was springing to life in his shorts, popping right up against the fabric and tenting it visibly to anyone who was sitting around him.

If Ms. Arnold knew what kind of debauchery was taking place in the back of her classroom, the old cougar might have fainted, but she was every bit as ready for summer as the rest of her senior students. She was carrying on without a clue as Kayla finally set her palm all the way flat, her eager digit buried as deep as it could reach, but it didn't sit idle.

It began pumping and thrusting at his backside, until a visible spot of precum rose against the front of his shorts.

"Don't worry about them," Kayla whispered to Jon, knowing the level of control she held over him, now. She wasn't going to expose their secret encounter in the locker room, but she was creating a much heavier one as her wrist continued to bump forward, trying to reach new depths with utter vanity. "Just worry about enjoying yourself, Jon."

Jed was still annoyed to see another male enjoying himself when he thought he should have been the center of attention, but he was doing with making advances at Kayla, who was revealing herself to be one step past the kind of freak that he preferred to take to bed with him.

"Can't believe you're enjoying that. I always knew you were fuckin' weird," the wolf groaned, turning his head away from the erotic display with feigned disgust. His jeans were better at containing his subtle enjoyment. "You two deserve each other, lemme tell ya..."

Jed's attitude was completely ignored. He was just as distant as the teacher had been before as Jon felt the deep, intimate thrusts piling up, bringing him closer to the edge of climax than he ever thought he'd be in a school.

His pencil was creaking, ready to snap in half as his paw clenched around it, resisting the familiar sensation of fluids bubbling up from the base of his shaft.

"That's probably enough for now," Kayla was completely focused on the desperate otter, but she was giggling with the kind of delight that she felt when she first saw him naked the week before. "But...you should really come back to my place after school."

The tigress was speaking loud enough for anyone in earshot to know exactly what she was asking him to do, and her lips were curled in the most playful grin as the whispers began.

"And bring that throbber with you...I'm not done with it yet."