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The New Man in (Furry) Town

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cario

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Aaron shouldered his last bag, the one that he had brought over from his car, though he was hoping to be able to replace that when things got a bit better for him, once he got his feet under him in the new town. It was a strange down, that much had to be said, but the math teacher was sure that he was going to be able to make his mark there.

Not quite a city, the town was one compromised entirely of anthros – creatures that walked on two legs, whether they had fur, scales, feathers… Well, he hadn't seen anywhere near all of them yet. He smiled sheepishly and waved at a tabby cat anthro who was watering her plants out the front of her house, the garden stretching down to the road without a fence to border it.

“Oh, my…"

Aaron blushed faintly and turned away, pretending to be fiddling with something on his bag, the suburbs not quite as familiar as what he was used to. The thing was… Well… It should not have been that bad, but her robe had fallen open as she'd been bending over to water the plants, the silver tabby exposing rather a lot more of his chest than he intended to.

But that was not for him to gawk at, no! Especially not when he had a meeting to go to, most of his house set up, though he was very glad that the teaching association had been able to cover most of his relocation costs, even to the point that a removal company had done most of the work. All he had to do was unpack things for his bedroom, which were personal effects, and that was it: much less than usual for even Aaron.

He rushed to his meeting in smart slacks and a buttoned-up shirt, though his tie was a shade too loose to be as professional as he would have liked. He felt as if he had barely had a chance to run a damp comb through his blonde hair, which he kept pretty short, but so he could still style it a little if he wanted to go out on an evening, before he was heading down to the school where he was set to teach, all to meet the mayor and the headteacher.

It was all such a rush, but Aaron steeled himself, sitting up a little taller in the car, though the cramped confines seemed as if they were closing in on him, even then. He had spent so much time in the car lately, moving across the country to the town of anthros, though his eyes had an awful lot more to roam over there.

They were all so…normal. But not normal, not to him, both things co-existing with one another. That didn't seem to make as much sense to Aaron as he would have liked, but he marvelled at how easy their lives seemed to be, even though he, as a man, had not delved into very much of them yet. There was just a sense of lightness about them in the way that they walked, enjoying the ease of suburban life, perhaps separate from the cities. Not everyone was smiling, but everyone moved as if they belonged there, as if they were comfortable in their own skins, which was an awful lot more than he could say for most of the people he had known back home.

The flower shop owner picked up her head, the husky's nose twitching as she followed the path of the unfamiliar car down the street. Aaron did not know it then, but the sense of smell of canines was so refined that she already knew that he was the new guy in town, even if she had not quite caught sight of him in the car. And yet he would learn so much more about the furry town than he expected, all for trying to help out at the further education school, to take on a momentous task.

Walking into the school felt like returning to his old days, but the administrator greeted him pleasantly enough, smiling, the fox dialling for the headteacher. He tried not to stare at her, how her brush flicked back and forth under the desk, the clear glass of the reception booth not hiding all that much.

“Ah, Mr Peters!"

He stood and smiled, extending his hand for the paw of the badger headteacher, the wizened anthro with an easy smile on his face, though it was a little hard to see with the shape of his muzzle.

“Thank you for seeing me today, Mr Livestone," Aaron said, unconsciously straightening his tie a little. “I have all the time in the world, everything's set up back home. Thank you for arranging to have everything done so smoothly for me, I appreciate it!"

He winced. He wasn't used the most professional language, but, really, he was a teacher, not a diplomat or anything of that ilk – and that had to be the mayor beside the badger headteacher too! The small mouse was tiny in comparison to him and Aaron had to fight down the urge to come down to her level, one way or the other, for he knew (from his dealings with other people) that that would be considered highly offensive. For a mouse anthro, he could only imagine the scandal if he squatted to talk to her.

“It is a pleasure to have you here, Mr Peters," she said, shaking his hand in turn, though he could not help but note how small and delicate her paw was in his hand, tipped with claws rather than nails. “Your reputation precedes you, though the pursuit of further education, particularly in mathematics, is not something that our students are always all that interested in…"

He faltered, not knowing where to go from there.

“Uh…" Aaron fought for words, already on the back foot as the mayor smiled at him, her glasses poised precisely on her snout. “Well, I want to make sure all students are getting the best that they can, of course, and there were some places in this curriculum where standards could be raised."

“Oh, yes, of course," Mr Livestone said, patting Aaron somewhat sympathetically on the shoulder. “But, you see, our students, once they reach adulthood, go through phases, ah… I think you would understand that. Their attention is elsewhere, poor souls, but everyone ends up happy in the end, don't they, Mayor Penny?"

He spoke to the mayor as if they were old friends and Mayor Penny, even though that was the informal version of her name, giggled like a schoolgirl herself, shaking her finger at him.

“Oh, Frank, you are naughty! Don't tease our Mr Peters so, he just wants to do his best here. I'm so sorry for Mr Livestone," she said, turning her attention back to Aaron, “but our students… They are wonderful, yes, but mathematics is wasted on them. But, we must provide the services to see what they may do, where they may go, of course! Thank you for trying to work some sense into them, Mr Peters."

Mr Livestone stood back, the badger opening his arm in welcome, as if to show off the halls of the school.

“Well! Let me show you around!"

It was not the welcome that Aaron had expected in the slightest, but he smiled pleasantly and tried to go along with everything as if it was all the most normal thing in the world, as if there was nothing at all there that made him feel a bit on edge, as if things weren't all that they seemed. Who would say that mathematics was a waste for their students? That was something that he most certainly was going to have to change their minds on, one way or the other!

It was not going to be as easy as all that, however, not as he was introduced to the students. He would have a few classes, more than enough to occupy his time, and everyone at that school, for further education, was an adult, which, in a way, made things even more difficult. They were not being forced to be there but didn't seem to know where to go otherwise, not ready for the world of work, not quite yet. At least, that was how Aaron understood it to be.

They watched him avidly, from their seats, though it was strange for him to be presented with adult students again. It had been a few years since Aaron had dealt with them, though that was not entirely a bad thing, just another way in which he could broaden his horizons. He smiled at them, greeting the classes, everything fairly normal, perfectly normal. Well, except to him, they had wings and tails and claws and whiskers…

Yeah, perfectly normal. But he wasn't racist, no, just out of place there, even if he wanted to do the best that he could. In time, Aaron was sure that everything would be at ease, especially if he could take on just a little bit of that way of living that anthros seemed to have about them. If they could be simply at home in their own fur, well…it would be surely enough for him to feel at home in his own skin.

He might have been there to teach them, but he had much to learn from them too.

One thing that did not escape Aaron's attention, however, was how their eyes lingered on him, as if they were undressing him with their eyes. It was the sort of look that he had not experienced since his student days, when he had been at university studying for his teaching degree, though he had spent more time studying than with ladies back then. That was perhaps why he was ever so slightly on the inexperienced side, though more in the sense that he hadn't gotten the chance to try out some of the things that others had. Vanilla sex? Hopefully good for her? He could do that.

Yet they were students, even if they were adults, and he had to remind himself of that even though a skunk did catch his attention, the striking black and white contrast of her fur set off by the pink hue of her T-shirt. She smiled at him, her pen sticking out of her mouth as she ran her tongue around it, though he hurriedly cast his eyes around the rest of the class, the dogs and cats and horses and wolves and much, much more.

He didn't want his attention to be swayed, on the spot and out of his element, though Aaron very much hoped that it would all be for the best.

It was arranged for him to start on the next Monday, though he was glad to head home, more exhausted than he had realised when he pulled back into the driveway of his small suburban home, glad that he had somewhere, even in a new town, to call his own. There was no garage and it was really only big enough, at a push, for two people, but he was grateful for it anyway, tucked away in a community that, hopefully, he would get to know soon enough.

Sooner than he thought, in some cases.

“Hey!"

He paused, putting a smile on his face, despite his tiredness, as he was stopped by a black stallion. He was taller than Aaron, by a good head and shoulders, and rippling with muscle. That fact was made even more evident by the fact that he was shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose shorts that had a shockingly large bulge in them, as if there was a monster of “something" lying down his leg.

Gulping, Aaron tried to wipe the blush from his face, looking anywhere but at the equine's crotch. Was everyone in the town trying to make him ogle them? He had barely even seen furries before!

“Hello," he said, smiling softly, though it was a fight to stop his eyes from going to all the wrong places, heat crawling down his neck as if he was taken ill by fever. “I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier – I'm Aaron. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

The stallion grinned.

“I'm Henry. You give a shout if you need anything around here, we're all pretty friendly around here, help one another out."

“That's really kind of you," he said. “It's all so strange being in a new place, the new guy in town all over again."

“Yeah, you could say that people are talking about you already," Henry said with a laugh, though it was not meant in a mean-spirited way at all. “Don't worry about it, they don't mean it. Even your students."

Aaron paused.

“What do you mean?"

The horse shrugged.

“Well, you met them today, didn't you?"

He nodded slowly, agreeing with the horse, Henry.

“Well…" Henry said slowly, as if he was waiting for Aaron to come to the correct conclusion all on his own. “We're a different lot here, I hear, than what you're used to. Everyone's interested in the new guy in town, especially the students. They all want to know what you're doing here, everyone wants to get to know you."

“Oh…" Aaron stalled for time, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifted his weight back. “I didn't know it was all that much of a small place, I'm kind of an introvert. But I'll do my best to say hello to everyone, it's nice that it's all kind of one big community here. It's odd to me how everyone knows everyone else though!"

“Hah!" The stallion slapped his thigh as if Aaron had told a joke, though Aaron supposed that was funny to him. “Yah, you'll get plenty of tail here, don't you worry, they'll all want you, you get what I mean? We'll treat you right, don't worry."

“Oh! No, I didn't mean…"

He rushed to try to set things to rights, but the stallion anthro was already steamrolling over him – not in a bad way, but as if he just had so much to say that he was trotting on, the words pouring from his lips without anything to halt them.

“The students too – it's all good here. No more strict lines or rules or boundaries, they're all adults and can make their own choices, you know. They already have with all the rumours bouncing around!" Henry grinned and winked. “So, don't worry about getting caught with the students, you know, nothing bad going to happen there."

Aaron shook his head, holding his hands up firmly.

“Ah, I think you've got the wrong end of the stick," he said, using an old expression in his haste to clarify. “I'm not interested in anyone…in that way, just want to be friends, be friendly. I'd never do anything like…that with any of my students!"

Henry blinked slowly at him as if he didn't understand what Aaron was saying, licking and chewing thoughtfully, on nothing, for a moment.

“Uh-huh," he said at last. “Alright. Okay, if that's the way you want to take it, who am I to judge?"

Aaron smiled, relaxing a bit as a family of anthro cats stepped out too – not the lady that he had seen exposing a little too much of her breasts earlier though! They were a little easier to talk to, though at least the very strange conversation with Henry had stopped him from looking at what looked like a monster in his shorts. The anthros there were friendly, the family of tortoiseshell cats with different markings, though the wife said that her sister had been born a skunk, so it looked like anthros of different species could have children too, which was pretty interesting. Just something for him to bear in mind, so that he did not make any assumptions about his students and their families, but he hoped that it would not be something that came up in class.

Class and teaching, on the other hand, were both set to be a lot more interesting than even Aaron had given them credit for…

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Class, at first, was pretty normal. There was a lot more in there to distract his eye, as if his senses were trying to take everything in at once. He had to contend with a lot more movement in the classroom, ears twitching and tails flicking, which constantly pulled his attention from the dry-wipe whiteboard, thinking that someone was raising their hand. It was even trickier with the one owl anthro in the class, who seemed to like to lift and preen their wings, which were part of their arms. Would it be rude to ask them if they could fly?

Probably, he decided. So, he would not do it.

However, the students did listen, at least, while he explained equations and even a little more about how to apply mathematics to their lives, what they could do with it. They seemed to pick up a little more at the practical applications, but, for his first classes, he was just trying to find his feet there and give them something to dig into at the very start. Mathematics, even he had to admit, would not be all that interesting to those that were not invested in it.

Maybe some of their attention, however, was due to him being a man, he realised in the end. They stared at him, some not even making notes, though he didn't mind that too much. Their grades were not, in the end, his responsibility, as much as he wanted to set them up well in their lives to succeed – at least where numbers were involved.

The staff were quite friendly too, asking him questions about what was going on back at his home, where he had come from, and he got to know a little about them too, their families. It did not surprise him that everyone had grown up in that town, though what did surprise him was how far some of them had travelled in their lives, going abroad, exploring the world. Maybe it had been him who had been something of a recluse, or not even paying attention to what was going on around him, if he had been around a few anthros in his adult life without really taking them in.

But that was something he could change too, even though he noticed more about his students as he taught. One that he got to know, as a student, despite him keeping his distance from them, was Violet. She caught his eye, another skunk, though she looked older than he thought she was. Maybe nineteen, just having had her birthday? The students he taught were a little older, on the cusp of college as adults or further education, so he didn't worry too much there. He just wanted to make sure that he was respecting them as adults, in a more intermediate sort of teaching that was meant to prepare them for further studies and at least in some way the world too. That was all Aaron could try for.

However, Violet, was a bright purple, a violet shade, with silver-white hair that spilt luxuriously down her back and shoulders. It was amazing that she was always able to keep it in such good condition, though he didn't know why he was always staring at her, taking in her blue eyes, the brightness of her claw polish (well, it couldn't be nail polish!), how she had a different shade every few days.

And the smell… Oh, there were a lot more smells and aromas to be had around furries, apparently, just one of those things that he had never considered. There were some musky aromas, some earthen, others a little lighter, the strange scent of feathers almost coming with a dusty yet pleasant edge to them. But the skunk… She sat up front so he could smell her all up close and personal, her spicy scent captivating him, even though he knew that he should have been focusing on his lessons.

The fact that Violet was rather well-endowed in the chest area too was not something that he missed, considering how her breasts sat on top of her single desk while she took notes. From the results of her tests, however, he didn't think that she was jotting down anything all that much, nor understanding the moderate-level mathematics that he was going through. Perhaps it was time for him to offer some private tutoring…

Yet Aaron wasn't all that sure about how things were going to go if he was alone with any of them, for the guys were not any different, some more interested in him than others, though the wolf in his class, in particular, had a fearsome aura to him. It was as if the grey wolf was staring him down, seeing him as prey – though not quite the kind of prey that one would eat…

Aaron gulped, shook himself, and carried on with his teaching, his hand shaking as he wrote on the board, explaining something as clearly as he could. Thankfully, there were different ways to break down maths so that it could be more understandable.

Yet in another one of his classes, there were a couple in there – well, he had assumed, wrongly, that they were a couple to start with. Doberman Pincher twins, so alike that he had had trouble telling them apart at first, though he had not been taking in their other features, the punk-ish, long fur that showed off their rich, orange-brown markings against the black of the bulk of their coats. In the end, however, he did manage to work out that Jessie, the woman, didn't have green-blue tips to his hair, unlike James. The majority of their hair, standing upright in a student-ish style, one that would never have flown in a normal workplace, was pink, however, which was one reason why he'd thought that they were a couple trying to match before. It suited them, even though the way that Jessie licked her lips and growled at him often had him trying not to turn his back to the room. But there was nothing to worry about, no…

Or was there? They were attractive, he had to admit, but the thing was…he didn't want them. Or did he? He'd been teased about the students before, but had found a way to brush off what others said about him and them, always maintaining a professional boundary. He knew they were his students, but he had never had others, even people like humans and not anthros, look at him like that.

Snap yourself out of it, Aaron, he told himself firmly, after he'd had to take a break in the bathroom to calm himself down after getting flustered with the Doberman Pinscher twins once more. You can't act like this! They're probably just teasing you, doing it to haze the new teacher, to wind you up. Just because they are adults doesn't mean they don't act like students.

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It was their prerogative to do silly things, however, and he had to let that be, understanding that there was not all that much he could do to control that side of things. Regardless, for different reasons than normal, Aaron was quite glad to find himself at the end of the week, heading home for a drink and a chilled-out evening in front of the television, perhaps some of the new show that he had been following along with. He'd head back to see family in a couple of weeks, which was something that he was very much looking forward to.

Things were coming together, though he couldn't have anticipated those that took matters into their own hands. Or paws…

Even though Aaron had a choice, others had already made their own choices.

Jessie and James didn't have much of a problem finding out where their teacher lived, his scent ripe with attraction for them. Jessie's tongue lolled from her mouth contentedly, panting heavily, though she didn't have much to hide, not from her twin. Her paw was between her legs and he rolled his eyes at her, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, peering through the bushes at Aaron's window.

“Come on, Jessie, can't you keep it in your pants so we can get into his?"

“Ohhh…"

The moan was sexual, too sexual, yet that was simply the way things were between them, James having taken and shared her virginity with her when they had both been eighteen. If she was going to lose it to someone, she had reasoned back then, then she'd wanted to make sure that it was to someone that she could trust, someone that deserved it and would look after her. As much as James had teased and fought with her, as siblings did, growing up, things had evened out when they had been in high school together. And they had become even closer still with the awakening of sexual desire in the further education school, though it was more like a college than anything else. Either way, they went there to study while they worked out their next steps in life.

“We've got to get in…" She moaned, shifting her hips back and forth, unable to stop even herself from wriggling. “Mmm, James, I can smell him…"

James groaned. It was hard too for him to ignore his own needs, though he knew that they had to get inside, to see if it was something that Aaron was up for too. His heart pounded in his chest. As much as they were interested in the human, for more reasons, of course, than just the fact that he was a human, they had to make sure that he wanted it too. That was at least one of the things that they had learned back in sex ed…

“Come on, let's just ring the door… Or else I'll bend you over here too, Jessie."

His sister swatted at him, but the canine got what he wanted as he walked her up to the door, quivering with excitement. His heart fluttered in his chest, wondering if they were about to be rejected – but at least he had Jessie with him if something like that happened. He couldn't help it or control that, no, but he could try and see what pleasures were out there.

“Oh!"

Aaron started at the door, dressed in a comfortable pair of loose trousers with an elastic waist, a glass of whisky left on the coffee table of the living room behind him. At least he had been wearing a loose T-shirt too and not answered the door with his chest exposed – to his students, nonetheless!

“Um…" He fumbled, the twins stood there before him expectantly, lips slightly parted. “What are you doing here? How… How did you even know where I lived?"

Jessie gulped down a moan, but at least her brother could bridge the gap for her.

“I wanted to see you," he said, more smoothly than his sister could have done. “And…we wanted to know if you were up for something, sir."

He smirked softly, though he stood on an even height with Aaron, neither one about the other. Aaron coughed into his hand, taking a half-step back, the door opening a little wider even though he was still blocking the way. What the heck were they doing there? He could barely process James' words, his mind grinding and churning, as if the gears and cogs that, figuratively, made it up were just not working the way that they used to anymore.

And there was a tingling in his pants that he really didn't want to address in that moment, not yet, no…

In his confusion, licking his lips and trying to buy time to think up something more eloquent, he repeated himself, blushing as he knowingly fudged his words.

“Er… Guys, are you sure you're meant to be here?" Aaron stumbled over his words, fussing and rubbing the back of his neck. “I… Wait…"

But he couldn't get out any more words, not as they died on his lips, Jessie revealing her chest right there and then. She smirked, tongue hanging out, drooling lightly splattering, only faintly, over her bare breasts as she unzipped her studded jacket, showing off her breasts. Nothing covered them, dark nipples poking through her fur, and she posed there while her brother grunted lightly, rocking his hips against her buttocks.

An obvious bulge pressed into Jessie's backside as her brother ground in closer, though there was nothing either could do about that. Not as they backed Aaron into his house and kicked the door closed behind them, Aaron letting out a low, throaty whimper at the sight of her tits.

Everything flooded forth, a tidal wave that could not be held back by any wave breakers, nor even softened in its intensity. He groaned, cock throbbing, finally slipping down, relinquishing the tight hold that he had had on his arousal in the anthro town. They were all just so…horny! Not only his students, but everyone around, the flirtation in the supermarket, the subtle brush of his arm or hip when he was watching a game at the soccer field, a tail caressing him here – but always gone so quickly that he didn't know if he had imagined it or not.

“Oh… Oh, god…"

Arousal mingled with horror and yet he still did not say no as they managed to back him down to his sofa, his hand shaking terribly as Jessie nipped and licked eagerly at his face and neck.

“Oh, yes…" She groaned against him, as her brother dropped to his knees and worked his trousers down. “Sir… Well, we can call you Aaron now, right? Mm?"

He didn't answer the question, not as he shuddered from them and tried to hold his hands up, but only ended up with Jessie's tits in his hands. If he had been able to stop himself from squeezing them, massaging the soft flesh between his fingers, well…maybe things would have been different. Yet his mind could reel in shock at what was happening, a reel spinning out as if he was a passive player in his own life, though he could have stopped it at any time.

Could he? Aaron groaned as the canine kissed him, his hands still on her breasts, groping, squeezing, tingling at the pressure of her nipples perking up against his hands. God, they were amazing. To be honest with himself, even though his mind wasn't quite in it, they were the most amazing breasts that he had ever seen, though he wouldn't have minded seeing the skunk, Violet, set beside her.

It was hot, too hot, though he knew he shouldn't have been doing it, moaning into her mouth as her tongue dominated him, tangling around his, so much longer and flatter, more flexible than any other tongue that he had had in his mouth before. He wanted it but he didn't want it at the same time, barely able to understand what was going on in the heady swill of lust. Maybe it was his fault, in a way, for repressing it all too much.

“Sorry for being so forward, sir," James said, though the dog didn't sound all that sorry at all. “It's just… We all want to spend some time with you, we thought we'd be hanging around after class forever if we were waiting for you to get the hint."

On his knees, he helped Aaron out of his loose trousers, the elastic waist sliding down easily, though Aaron had not been wearing any socs. Above him, Aaron moaned. The dog continued, emboldened by that noise.

“You let us stop anytime, sir," he said, still polite, despite everything. “If you don't like something… We just want to show our appreciation for you, to spend…mmmph…time with you…"

It was a lot more than that, but all Aaron felt was his hardening cock being clasped by James. The dog seemed to know how to handle him, even as Aaron grunted and shuddered, kissing Jessie back. He didn't know what he was doing, why he was doing it, only that it felt good, that he wanted more, despite his mind telling him, begging him, saying, over and over again, that it was all a bad idea, so very much so.

Sometimes, it was those bad ideas that were the best of all, however, as he grunted and succumbed to the tongue of the canine around his cock, lashing and teasing, pulling at his flesh as it wrapped around. Maybe it was that moment that made him succumb more than anything else, but he was lost in it, dragged down in the musk of them, that doggy smell flooding his nostrils. And yet they were far from that, shown in their fingers, the soft, lustful words murmured to him, all as if they wanted him to have a good time too. He wanted them to take all that they needed, aching and whimpering, moaning and grunting, though Aaron was very much in control.

He didn't need to stop it though, not as the pleasures of his body reached a high, cock hard and throbbing, pulsating within the dog's mouth – or at least that was just how it felt. James expertly sucked at him, his cheeks hollowing very slightly at the pressure – but that was not the natural way for James to give head, not like that. He lapped and curled his tongue around and around, licking the hot length of prick that he had been offered, ears pricked all the while to make sure that Aaron was enjoying it too.

Aaron battled with himself and yet still did not stop anything, not as he kissed Jessie back passionately, his tongue playing with hers back and forth between their mouths. She moaned even more eagerly as they got into it more and more, Aaron's limits and inhibitions well and truly left in the rear-view mirror, though he felt like he was being swept away, one way or the other, with the rising tide anyway.

He could stop it… He just didn't have the will to. Not when his dick throbbed like that, dripping with saliva, letting the dogs, together, lie him back on his living room carpet. It was so thick and plush, the fibres down there, but he'd never thought that he would be naked there, his shirt ripped from him and Jessie hastily disrobing too. Her skirt fell away as her bare pussy was exposed, the dark lips of her sex showing even with the longer fur all around them and he let out a heady groan, even against his better judgement.

Judgement be damned!

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He could let go, grabbing her hips as she slipped over him, her pussy brushing his cock. He groaned out openly, not trusting himself to say anything out loud, but, well, he wanted to be lustful, he wanted to be longing, he wanted to find the pleasure between them, one way or the other. It had to be had, yes, groaning, whimpering, even letting her slide down onto his shaft as she took his hard-on deep into her pussy.

“Ohhhhh…"

He just got a blowjob from a guy. A guy anthro.

But none of that was in his mind as his head swum with ecstasy. He grunted out thickly, again and again, losing himself in a moment that he had never anticipated coming, the wet heat of the Doberman Pinscher's cunt massaging his cock, muscles so tight, the friction perfect.

“Mmmmph…"

It was so wrong, but Aaron could not see, not even then, how it could be wrong when it all felt so right. He moaned aloud, rocking his hips back and forth, trying to thrust up – though he was helped, somewhat by James, now naked, squirming under him. It was not a position that he was used to (hell, he'd never even had a threesome before!) but he managed all the same, heart pounding, not sure what was on his lips, but it wasn't a cry of fear or dismissal.

No… Even then, despite everything, the shock of it all, it was arousal as the canine pressed into him, trapping the man between their bodies, as if he was in the kinkiest sandwich ever. There was fur on all sides of him, his backside straining, and yet the dog took it so easily with him that it made it simple. All they had to do was to feel, revelling in sensation, teasing away even his shock.

“Ah… Yes… Fuck…"

“Nngghh… That's it… Oh, Aaron," Jessie moaned, rocking and bucking her hips as she desperately rode him, rubbing her clit as she slammed down onto him. “You feel…mm…so good…"

His heart surged but he couldn't name what was going on with him. Not with his body aching all over, muscles that he never even had thought about before contracting, pushing and pulling him to do more. And yet he was trapped between them, lusciously pinned, not even able to do anything as his own erection throbbed and demanded more, so very much more.

That first time… It was hazy, something that Aaron would end up looking back on and wondering what, exactly, had happened there. And yet it was perfect just the way it was, bringing him roughly and crudely into something more, the real anthro way of living. For it turned out that so many students checked out of their studies not because they were not capable, but due to their sexual instincts awakening at the heat of adulthood. They were fortunate that they managed to get so much of an education under their belts beforehand, though, in hindsight, it did make sense as to why so many returned to education again afterwards, after they had softened a little from rampant sexual desire.

It would still be there, of course, just not in a way that had them constantly hungry for sex. But that was something that Aaron would later learn. After his cock exploded within the dog's pussy for the very first time, Jessie crying out as she got off repeatedly on his dick, her head through back and the heavy swell of her tits thrust forward.

Though he did whimper when James knotted him, kissing the back of his neck, nibbling at his shoulder, murmuring to him to take it easy, all as the knot swelled inside Aaron. It locked them together, past the point of no return, though the human was still very much left with the notion of wondering if, after all that, he was straight after all.

He had been fucked by a guy…

But he didn't want to think of that. Better to pant in the afterglow, his cock softening inside her, his stamina not all that up to much at that time, the canines pressing in against him, one on either side. They slipped free of his body and cuddled there, though he could not help but be struck by the normalcy of it all, how they nuzzled in and grunted softly, as if it was normal. And they were brother and sister too…

There was so much more to the anthro town than he'd realised and perhaps those public displays of risqué nudity weren't all that strange after all. To them, at least, even if it was out of the ordinary to him.

Amongst his students and neighbours and more, not even coming to terms, not yet, with what he had done, Aaron had a lot to learn.

But how far was he going to go?

*

After that, he tried to keep his distance from everyone, but it was all to no avail. He read the horny looks as what they were, at long last, though he didn't want to – and wanted to follow up on them also, at the same time. Such things should not have conflicted, much less when went around to the gorgeous Violet's place for tutoring one Thursday night, after classes had finished for the day.

Her home was huge – so big that a part of him wondered why she was even trying to get an education at all, though he admired her for trying though, for being so diligent. Her test results were middling, but there was a lot of evidence there that she understood the material, so that was something that he had to go along with too, all to help her.

“Hello, sir…"

Violet grinned widely as she stood by the table, which had to be in some kind of dining room. He didn't know, just knew that it was a big house, a very big house, bigger than any that he felt that he had the right to be in. After what had happened with James and Jessie, he wanted to stand back and make sure that the table was between them at all times.

He should have anticipated that Violet was going to take things into her own paws.

The skunk moved over him, sitting in his lap. And, just like he had with the twins, he was helpless in her paws as he sat back on the dining room chair, as if he was going to get any work done there at all.

“I'm so glad you came by, Mr Peters," she all but purred. “Mm… You don't mind if we study later…do you?"

His lips parted, but he didn't get the chance to say anything, to do anything, not as he grunted deep in the back of her throat, her lips suddenly on his. Her tongue darted into his mouth in a deep kiss and, well…he didn't have the power of will to resist. Aaron moaned, his willpower crumbling. Maybe things would have been different if he had not been eyeing her up in class since, if his mind had not gone from one thing to the other, if he had not slipped up.

There almost felt like there was no point in it, not as she dipped down between his legs, undressing him, and his hands were just as hasty on her. He groaned as her lips brushed the hardening length of his cock, though he wanted to get her clothes off just as much, stripped down and panting heavily right there in the dining room.

It was wrong… Oh, but Aaron could not for a single moment believe it was wrong, not as he picked her up and sat her on the table, peeling her wet panties down her legs. The spice of her aroma intensified, though they swapped positions on a whim, his lips pressing reverently between her thighs, kissing her sex to taste her deeply, sweetly.

“Mmmm, oh… Oh, your tongue!"

There was no time, not for that rushed, hasty spilling over of desires for their first time together. No… But there would be time, eating her out, Aaron lost in her aroma. If he didn't think too much about what he was doing, he could focus on sensation, not sure if it was dubious consent anymore or even full consent, where he stood on the whole thing. All he could think about was her pussy, how his fingers curled into the soft flesh of her thighs.

His hands crept up her body, stroking her so very soft fur, teasing and touching, finding her perky nipples, caressing and teasing, tweaking them ever so lightly. Violet groaned and rocked into his touch, though the skunk still acted as if she knew that he was going to give in to her sooner or later.

It had only been a matter of time for her as he licked his lips and kissed his way back up her body, caressing and cupping her breasts, though there was really only one place for his throbbing hard-on. His cock pressed to her pussy as he laid her right back over the dining room table, not caring about any mess, not caring about anything. Violet cried out his name and grabbed onto him, her legs wrapping around his waist so he couldn't pull back and away from her, dragging his dick deeper.

He wouldn't have been able to pull out anyway, not unless she wanted him to. He was too caught up under her spell, the sweet heat of her silken, wet pussy, how her aroma wound around him, as if that too was trying to pull him deeper. He thrust and thrust, kissing her neck, her breasts, lips tweaking her nipples, yet he ached for more, yearned for more, thrusting deeper and deeper until he was using the full, throbbing length of his cock.

“Ah… Yes! Aaron!"

No more “sir" then… Not that he minded that. He nuzzled into her breast and groaned deeply, head swirling with emotion, too much coming together all at once. He whimpered and shuddered, his back rounding even further, need coursing through, but he had to thrust and thrust, all to sweet completion.

He didn't forget her, however, somehow keeping his senses in the heat of the moment, his hand creeping down between their bodies. He found her clit, the swollen nub begging his attention, and rubbed as he thrust, though it was a move lacking any sort of finesse even as she bucked her hips up ardently to meet him.

“Oh… Yes… Ohhhhh!"

She cried out, though it took a few more thrusts before passion spiked, her pussy squeezing him tightly as her hips bore down against the table, giving him a little more pressure, a little more pleasure. The skunk yanked his hand away, though only to suckle on his finger, glistening with a drop of her arousal, the slickness of her pleasure swamping his cock, making it easier and easier for him to thrust, though there was still a delicious manner of friction there, a tightness that made him want to stay inside her hot pussy forever.

He lost control, howling like an anthro himself as he tipped over the edge. Yet was there ever any real question as to whether Aaron was going to be able to resist her wet pussy? His mouth hung open as he relished in her heat, finally giving in to what every anthro had been telling him to since he had moved there.

And maybe they were right too as he leaned heavily over her, kissing her passionately, tongues swiping and brushing up against one another, the kiss sloppy yet deep. Aaron groaned, thrusting shallowly, though his cock stayed deep inside her, loathe to pull back as he spent his seed inside, bareback and not caring one bit. His load trickled deep inside her, waves of lust pulling him under, though the pair had all that they needed right there. Only in time would the skunk and the man come to see it, come to see the door that they had opened for future lust, future pleasure.

Maybe even love.

“I didn't need tutoring at all," she confessed, lying on one of the large sofas together, after they had fucked their fill. “But I had to have you here, you know? I'm going to university next year. I had to see…"

Aaron shivered. Violet did not finish that sentence, the warmth of a blush tickling the fur of her cheeks. There was more to come there, more to be said between them, though it would have to come at another time.

She kissed away his stumped expression (she told him so later), ready for another round, even if his shaft was still recovering.

The thing was…there would be plenty of time for them to get to know one another as she nuzzled into his neck, grinding back once more on his throbbing hard-on…

*

So was his time in the furry town, though Aaron might well have found, after those first two experiences, that he didn't want to leave at all. The thought of Violet leaving was hard to bear and he found himself torn, seeing those around him in a new light, though his thoughts kept returning, again and again, to those that he had spent time with, one way or the other.

If he hadn't spent time with the twins, he wondered, would he even have gotten to know Violet? Although she lived in the giant house that her parents owned, a couple of friends with her, she came around to his place a couple of times a week by that point, the two of them more familiar with each other than he ever would have anticipated.

Maybe there was more to that story that he only had to open up, only had to take for himself, if he was bold enough to dare…

That was for another time, however, as he opened up to others too, even his neighbours. It was not unusual for Aaron to walk around his house naked after getting off with so many of the anthros around and, well, the black stallion had to find him sooner or later.

It had started with an incident at the window, his cock on show, Henry laughing… But Aaron could not have said quite how it ended up with the two of them sitting on the sofa, side by side, a bottle of whisky nearby and their glasses empty. Yet neither wanted to refill their glasses when the horse loomed over him, Aaron's head falling back against the sofa.

“Oh, god…"

“Yeah, that's right," Henry breathed, the muscular stud horse in complete control as he masturbated Aaron's cock, Aaron's length hard and throbbing, the head even gleaming with a trickle of pre-cum. “Give it all to me…"

Aaron couldn't resist the touch of that paw, no… No, it was too much for him and, like the first time the canine had given him head, he gave himself over wholeheartedly to the horse too. He groaned with an open mouth and Henry claimed his lips in a kiss, though Aaron knew that his length could never match up to the throbbing meat of the equine.

But it didn't have to, not as Henry showed him a little more of the bisexual pleasures that Aaron was only just starting to get into, pushing down between Aaron's legs, even though Henry did not seem to be one that was all that submissive. Maybe he switched, but that was something that Aaron could later explore, if he cared to, grunting thickly as the stallion took his entire length into his mouth.

“Oh, fuuuuck!"

Velvety lips caressed his cock as he tried to hold onto his sense of self, one way or the other, moaning openly, clawing at the sofa for some sense of purchase, though he didn't find any. All he knew was that the horse's mouth was fucking amazing and his sense of purpose and propriety in life, well – both those things were well and truly out the window. Maybe he was bi and maybe he was more than that; the anthros would help him work all of that out, day by day.

“Mmmmph…"

Aaron groaned as the stallion slurped on his cock, cradling his length on his fleshy tongue, head swimming. And yet the stallion drew back, showing off his own throbbing hard-on with whisky on his breath.

“Don't you want to feel a real stud too?" He smirked, brushing the chunky, almost hoof-like tip of his finger across Aaron's lower lip. “Deep inside… Stretching you open…"

“Oh, shut up," Aaron finally grunted, eyes wild with desire, barely able to hold out through the strain of lust aching through him. “Just fuck me!"

Henry laid Aaron back on the carpet with his legs bent up, knees pushed up a little higher towards his chest, though it still took some time and a lot of lube to wedge the flat, fat head of his cock into the man's backside. Aaron gasped and bucked and clung to Henry with all the force he had in his clawing, gripping fingers, but he took the horse like a pro. A pro who needed a lot of time to get used to the equine's thick girth, of course, and the medial ring too, but a pro who could take it all, one way or the other.

He knew that he was where he was meant to be, exploring sexual desires as well as doing the best job that anyone at that school ever had in teaching, all as his orgasm jetted off all over his stomach. Aaron held onto Henry for dear life as his lust throbbed and throbbed, the thick flare of the stallion's cock hitting his prostate over and over again, his shaft leaking, drooling. Lust could not be denied and it was against his nature to ignore it. In teaching the anthros the ways of numbers, he had found far more in their teaching of him, though that was not entirely a bad thing.

In fact, as the horse bellowed and jerked and slammed in deeper, powering into him hard and fast, it was a very good thing. It had opened up so very much more to him, all as the horse thrust and thrust to sweet, explosive completion, seeding him full. For, otherwise, Aaron would never have gotten to feel just how ropes of hot, virile seed splattered up into him, marking his backside, claiming him, in some small way, as one of the stallion's.

He would never fully belong to Henry, of course, yet every anthro that he had slept with had laid a claim on him, one way or another.

His heart brimmed over, moaning as he clung to the stallion, listening to the grunting, heaving breaths, how they came from his nostrils in a fluttering snort, Henry's head dropping alongside his. He needed to be there, yes, even if he had not realised just how much his life had been lacking before. Some things, after all, were simply worth the risk, worth the push. And he knew that to be true especially with the horse's thick fuck stick leaking more and more cum within his backside, a little drooling out of the tight rim of his arse around the thickness of the stallion's prick.

He had to have it, to take that experience. The horse grunted, drawing him in against his chest, even as the horse softened inside him, his cock spilling out, though it did not retreat, not quite yet, back into Henry's sheath. The horse nuzzled his hair softly, his hands roaming Aaron's body, even though he blushed heavily and softly stroked the equine's massive member with the tips of his fingers.

“You're so big…" He murmured, still amazed that he had taken that much. “Wow… Henry…"

“I told you that you were going to have fun here," Henry snorted, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “But you can have all the fun you like with me too, doll."

Henry grinned at him, flicking his tail. Oh, he liked that. To be worshipped… Aaron was alright, really, more than alright. If he was lucky, the horse and the human would spend time together again, enjoying the openness of relationships that thrummed through the furry town. It was the way of their lives, after all.

Resting his head against Henry's chest, pressing his lips briefly to pec, Aaron breathed out a chuckle, Violet in his thoughts.

He could have more, yes, and he would see more… All in the furry town that he should have given a chance long ago.

Even if Aaron was no longer quite the new man in town after all that!