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The banner on the Homewood Senior Highschool read "yaD etisoppO" because it was Opposite Day, one of the many theme days the current Principal had introduced to inject some levity and fun into the otherwise mundane school calendar. Other theme days included, but were not limited to, Sports Day, Pyjama Day, Ugly Holiday Sweater Day, Movie day, Beach Day (weather permitting) and Anything but a Backpack Day.

Not everyone choose to participate, but enough did for the schoolboard to judge it a success so, despite the misgivings of some of the teaching staff, it looked like the practice would continue.

Each theme day had its rules. Today, for example, students could wear their school uniforms backwards, or wear their shoes on the opposite feet, but they could not come to school naked or just in underwear, although one clever young fox did appear wearing his boxers on the outside of his uniform slacks.

To celebrate the day some indoor classes would be held outdoors. In the classes still held indoors the desks may be turned to face the back of the room, or the teacher might have written everything backwards on the blackboard. The History teacher, famous for his demanding homework assignments, wrote that the students 'did NOThave to read pages 12-34 in chapter five and write down six observations on how the Roman Empire united Europe', which meant of course that they did have to do it.

The Principal also encouraged the teachers to dress in an opposite manner. He was distressed to see that none of those on morning assembly assignment appeared to have done so though.

"Mister Wylder, Mister Wylder!" the Principal called as he strode up to the Gym teacher who was on duty that morning, which he did with some difficulty as he was dressed like a circus clown, oversized shoes and all.

"Principal Pagliaccio." The large grey wolf acknowledged.

"Mister Wylder." The marmot said, waving his paw at the tweed three-piece suit Wylder was wearing. "Didn't you get the memo about dressing opposite today? You are wearing exactly what the school code recommends for male teachers."

"Ah, but since I always ignore the code and wear track pants and a Tee-shirt this is dressing opposite for me."

Pagliaccio, rather than concede the point, changed the subject instead. "And where is Ms. Lascif? Isn't she supposed to be on Assembly duty with you today?"

Ms. Lascif was a medium black French poodle on exchange from France. She taught Seniors' French and her compact curvaceous profile combined with her European sense of fashion had captured the attention of every male student, as well as that of several of the teaching staff. So far though, none had had any success in getting to know her better, and the rumour spread by petty, disappointed suitors was that she was obviously a lesbian.

"I haven't seen her around." Wylder answered. He too admired her looks but the single wolf had shown no interest in getting to know her better. He had the same attitude to all the staff and students, female or male, that were attracted by his large, muscular frame and dark good looks. The predominant theory was that he was one of those rare asexuals.

The Principal looked around, and his concerned face brought a giggle from a nearby student.

"But Monsieur, I am right here!"

Both males stared at what they had taken to be a canine student with black curly fur dressed in the white blouse and plaid pleated skirt that the student dress code demanded. The skirt was a little shorter than regulation, Pagliaccio noted, and Wylder observed that the blouse, which was filled to capacity, was opened to the third button, displaying a fair amount of fuzzy black cleavage.

They both blinked and the image resolved itself into that of the French exchange teacher, dressed as a student.

"Opposite Day!" she explained with a toothy white grin that looked insubordinate to the Principal but made several males watching her nearby wet themselves with desire.

"Hrumph." Pagliaccio grunted. "That outfit looks far too provocative on you Ms. Lascif."

"And yet zee school board approved it for all female students, regardless of body type." Lascif responded. She was not a fan of mandatory dress codes.

Pagliaccio turned on his heel, almost tripping himself with the unfamiliar long shoes. "I think it is time we reviewed the dress code. Added something more modest, a loose cardigan perhaps." He mumbled as he strode off.

"I wonder why he dressed like a clown, given that it is opposite day." Wylder commented as the Principal left the Assembly Room.

Ms. Lascif giggled and waved as she headed off to the opposite corner to see about some students that looked to be trading cigarettes or something similar. Wylder watched her backside and her pom-pom tipped tail as they swayed for a moment then got back to the business of getting everyone seated for the morning announcements. His expression never changed.

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The day went as well as could be expected when the student body was distracted by the theme of the day. Some of Wylder's students wanted to wear their street clothes to their gym classes and Wylder permitted it. He had chosen a loose-fitting suit and shoes with rubber soles, so he had no problem running the drills backwards when he demonstrated them while facing the class. Those students wearing inappropriate shoes or too tight clothing that had difficulty keeping up he made do extra laps. One student that split the seams of his designer jeans threatened to get his parents involved but Wylder reminded him that everyone was given the choice of what to wear and regular gym attire had been recommended in the flyer that all parents and guardians had signed the week before. That argument, plus being head and shoulders taller with piercing yellow eyes that seemed on fire when he was upset, convinced the lad to chalk the loss up to experience.

His daily routine had not changed at all though. It was a Thursday, and he had no class in the last period on Thursdays, so he used that time to do his weekly cleaning and inspection of the equipment.

The school had built a large new gym a few years before, but the old one was still used for basketball practice and a few other activities. The back portion had been walled off to create a storage area for seldom used equipment and it was there that Wylder headed. There was a washing machine in there, and the old climbing bars that were still attached to the walls served as drying racks for the red and blue singlets worn during practice as well as the team jerseys after a game.

The door hardly made a sound and Wylder too moved silently despite his bulk on the rubber soled shoes. His hearing was very acute too, especially in a confined space like the storeroom. That was why he was able to hear the faint sounds coming from the dimness at the far end of the room as he pulled the door shut behind him.

Immediately suspecting someone sabotaging or stealing gym equipment he dropped the armload of singlets silently to the floor and moved quickly and quietly toward the source of the sound.

His eyes had not adjusted to the dim light, but he could make out a figure in the back by the climbing bars. It was partially silhouetted by the glow from the screen of a tablet it was holding up in front of it with one paw. As he drew nearer, he could make out dark fur and a white blouse. Had one of the female students come in here to text or chat privately?

His ears swiveled but the only sound he could make out was panting and soft moans. Not chatting then. Sexting maybe? The light from the screen flickered. She was watching a video. He snuck in closer and peered over the unsuspecting student's shoulder.

The image on the tablet was slightly disturbing. It showed a young, naked female canine tied to a rack. Another larger canine, a Timberwolf perhaps, had her by the snout and was forcing her head back with one paw while the other groped at her groin. Then there was a closeup; the leather clad wolf had two digits inside her, they were slick with the juices that dripped from her cunt. The camera pulled back and showed how he had forced her mouth open with his and he heard the moans of pleasure coming from the actress and the sloshing sound of his digits on her twat.

But he could hear two people moaning, and the wolf in the video was not one of them. He also realized that the sound of paw on pussy was coming from somewhere below, not from the tablet. He took a tentative sniff and that's when he realized that the girl with her back to him was rubbing one off to a bondage video, in his gym!

I should leave, he thought. Disturbing a student in this state could cause more problems than it was worth. It would be different if it were one of his male students, but if he was caught alone with a female who was obviously engaged in a sexual act ... even if he was not participating in it, the assumption would be that he had. He began to back away toward the door.

The pile of singlets he had dropped proved to be his undoing though. His heel caught on the pile and he had to throw out his arms to maintain his balance. One arm struck a rack full of basketballs and sent it against the wall. The sound of the rack rolling and slamming into the cinder block was not loud, but it was jarring, and the female with the tablet turned with a gasp when she heard it.

Her blouse was half open and her other paw was up under her skirt. In the flickering light of the video illuminating her face Wylder could now identify the culprit.

"Ms. Lascif!"

The French teacher did not reply. She was frozen in fear, perhaps. Being caught in such a state was grounds to terminate her exchange program and get her kicked out of the French education system.

More confident now that he knew he was not dealing with a student, Wylder approached her again. He pulled the tablet from her grip as she let her other paw drop out from under her skirt. The smell coming from it was intoxicating.

Wylder studied the screen before turning it back towards Ms. Lascif. "Is this the kind of thing that you are into?" He asked as he shut the tablet off and placed it on a stack of exercise mats.

She remained silent, but her rapid breathing and the look in her eyes, along with the odor rising up from under her skirt, confirmed that it was.

"Because if it is," he said in a deep voice, looming over her, "I may be able to help you out."

She was forced to back up against the climbing bars as he pressed forward. Meanwhile his paws dropped to his waist, undid the heavy buckle of his black leather belt and began to pull it free of the loops on his trousers. When it was off he took one of her paws, the one slick with cunt juice, and raised it up over her head. Once it was against the horizontal climbing bar he wound the belt around it and the bar several times until the free end was short. He pulled the belt tight, one, two three holes before he slid the tongue through the buckle and secured it.

She still had not said a word, and he took that as consent as he pulled his tie off, the perfect Windsor knot disintegrating as the short end passed through it. Then he took her other paw and lifted it up to the same level as the other before tying it to one of the bars.

"Do I need to gag you?" He asked, with a note of hope in his voice, pulling his handkerchief from the breast pocket as he did.

She nodded, her eyes wide and eager.

Wylder wound his handkerchief neatly into a tube and placed it in her maw. He tied the free ends behind her head. It would not impede her breathing and would do little to muffle her moans but seeing it on her made his loins stir. He took a half step back and grinned in a way that none of his colleagues had ever seen before,

"You are a very bad dog, Ms. Lascif, and you are going to have to be punished." He said as he pulled off his tweed jacket and began to undo the buttons of his white shirt.

A brief look of worry passed over face, but it vanished as he exposed a chest covered by fur and muscle. Erect nipples stood out on top of solid plates of pectorals that could have been chiseled by one of the old masters.

Wylder moved in closer, close enough for her to feel the heat coming off his body as he undid the last few buttons on her uniform blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. Underneath she had on a black silk bra with delicate lace work on the edges. It was sheer enough for him to see the darker aureoles of her nipples though the material. He brushed his knuckles over the tips, feeling the teats rise to his touch.

Reaching behind with one paw he unsnapped the strap with a flick of his claws, a skill he had mastered at college but rarely used now. Her heavy breasts hardly sagged at all when they were free of their restraints. He pushed the dark material up out of the way as he lowered his head to kiss the hardened nipples, pinching and rubbing whichever one his mouth was not on with one paw.

His ministrations grew rougher as he felt her lean into him. He took a nipple between his sharp incisors and bit down slightly as he pulled his head back.

A small, sharp moan escaped the poodle's lips. Farther down, he hips began to grind against Wylder's thigh.

Continuing to work her breasts with his mouth and one paw he dropped the other to her waist and searched for the button at the back above her tail that would release the skirt. He found it and the pleated plaid material fell to the floor as she took a half step back.

Her backside was right up against the horizontal climbing bars now and she could not retreat farther. Wylder went to put his paw on her thighs, but she clamped them shut, making small noises of protest as he tried to wedge his large paw between them. The sounds were the same as the actress had been making in the video he had interrupted and he took them as part of the role play. He would cease the instant she said "No!" or "Stop!", but she merely gasped as he used his paw and one knee to force her thighs apart and slid his digits along the damp slit of her sex.

She was wet there already, presumably from her earlier activities, but maybe because of him too. Regardless of the cause, he was able to part the lips of her mound and slide two digits along the tender inner flesh right away. He could feel her clit sticking out, hot and hard against the base of his thumb. When he pulled his digits back he made sure to let the rough outer edge of his index finger ride along that sensitive bump.

There was no protest in her moans now as Wylder massaged her cunt and rubbed her clit. She was, in fact, rolling her hips against his paw, an active participant. He took the opportunity to slip first one, then two digits inside her throbbing channel.

He could not get any more in; his digits were as large and thick with muscle as every other part of him. But she was so wet and willing that he could move them around easily, driving them deep, twisting them inside her, tapping on the pad of soft swollen flesh they found there before pulling slowly, teasingly out and doing it all over gain.

He had abandoned her breasts and lifted his head to watch her reaction. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head was whipping back and forth as her shoulders rolled against the wooden climbing bars. Her chest heaved as her breath came short and sharp and her breasts bounced in time with her writhing.

With his free paw he undid his trousers and let them drop to his ankles. He was wearing loose, comfortable boxer shorts with a tight waistband but the front of them looked like a tent now as his erection fought to escape the confines of cotton and elastic. He hooked his thumb into the waistband and began to work it over the bulge.

She opened her eyes to see what he was doing and gasped as a cock as long and thick as her forearm sprang out. It was angry and red and the veins on it stood out just like the ones on his biceps and neck were doing at the moment. She raised one slender leg, the one on the side opposite his paw, and cleverly hooked the material of his boxers with the claws on her toes. Between the two of them they pulled the tight waistband over his hairy hips and rock-hard ass until they could fall to the floor too.

Now her eyes were open, blazing with challenge as they locked onto his. Her mouth was closed and her nostrils flared as she drew in deep breaths through her snout. Wylder leaned down and pressed his snout alongside hers.

She pulled her mouth away, but her hips were still thrusting against his paw. He pinned her head against the bars between her bound paws and forced her mouth open bit by bit with his. She tried to fend him off ineffectively with her elbows, tried to turn away, but millimetre by millimeter he was wining. When the gap was big enough for him to see the makeshift gag at the back of her throat he sealed his lips on hers and drove his tongue in.

She could have tried to bite it off, the gag would not have stopped her, but instead she sucked his tongue in farther and engaged it with her own. Soon what had begun as a battle evolved into a series of deep kissing, lapping and licking as her cunt heated up against his paw and her juices dripped from it to the floor.

She was ready to cum, he knew. Now he had to decide whether to drive hard to the finish or slow down and tease her for a while.

His thoughts were interrupted when his sensitive ears caught the sound of the gym doors bumping shut and the sound of footsteps in the empty basketball court.

"Mister Wylder?" A young male voice called out.

Lascif's eyes went wide and she froze on his paw. The sound of footsteps grew closer to the door to the storage room.

"Mister Wylder?" the voice called again before another student spoke up.

"I thought you said he would be here?"

"He usually is on Thursdays." The first voice answered.

The poodle whispered close to Wylder's ear. "What happens if we get caught."

"We're doomed." He said with an evil grin as his paw began moving against her again.

"Wait ... what ..." she protested, writhing in real panic now.

"There is nowhere to run, nothing to save you now." He breathed as his mouth found hers again. "Give yourself over to it." His digits moved furiously inside her.

She began to shake and gasp as panic and pleasure combined. She fought to keep from crying out as the voices came again from right outside the storage room door.

"He comes in to clean the equipment on Thursdays." The first voice said. "Usually. It's a good time to get advice on training or ask about trying out for a team."

Lascif heard the sound of the handle of the door turning. It went on forever, as if time had slowed down. Still Wyler did not let up on her, and her body was demanding an orgasm where her terrified mind wanted one or not.

The sound of metal sliding on metal ended with a dull 'clunk'. That was followed by several more as whoever was at the door tried to open it again and again.

"Well, he's not here today." The second voice said, slightly peeved.

"Opposite Day." The other replied as the footsteps retreated. A moment later the sound of the gym doors closing could be heard.

The relief was so great it unlocked whatever it was inside that was holding her back and Lascif came with a force she had never experienced before. Hot, sweet fluids gush from around the wolf's digits and she would have howled if he had not clamed his mouth firmly over hers. As it was, she moaned loudly into his mouth as her body was jerked and jolted by a series of orgasmic aftershocks.

His digits gradually wound down until she could deal with the spasms.

"You bastard." she gasped when she could breathe again. "You knew the door was locked."

"It locks automatically against entry unless you flip the little toggle beside the flange." He said as he stepped back and kicked the pile of clothes aside.

She admired his body in the dim light. He had been sweating and his fur was stuck to him, outlining each thick, solid muscle. From sturdy calves her eyes travelled up over thighs that rivalled tree trunks, topped by glutes that looked as hard as hairy coconuts. She saw that his abs were ribbed and divided by a line that bisected his navel before widening into that chiselled chest. His chest was so wide and his arms were so thick that they could not hang straight down along his sides. It was all topped by shoulders that were wide and strong with muscles that extended up his neck to what, in her opinion, was a magnificent head lit by blazing yellow eyes.

She had not failed to notice that his appendage of a cock was still rock hard and sticking out above two fuzzy balls that were also swollen with pent up desire.

She leaned back against the climbing bars she was till tied to and raised both legs until her knees were against her breasts, showing off her own considerably strong abs.

"Take me." She demanded.

His lip curled in that cruel grin again.

"Not yet."

She was puzzled and lowered her legs but otherwise remained still as he reached up and freed one of her arms. Then, without lowering it, he loosened the belt holding the other to the bar and used his belt to tie both of her wrists together. Stepping back, he guided her to the middle of the room where a rope formerly used to suspend a heavy punching bag when the school still had a boxing team hung from the ceiling.

He slipped the hook on the end of the rope though the belt. It was low enough that she could sink to her knees on the gym mat that was positioned below the rope. She licked her lips in anticipation as his cock bounced in the air level with her snout.

But Wylder was not interested in her mouth. He strode to the wall where the rope was attached to a pully and cranked the handle until she was forced to stand, feet flat on the mat at first, then he tightened it a bit more so that she was forced to rise up on the tips of her toes. The wolf gave the handle one last turn so that she was suspended, rotating at the end of the rope with the claws of her toes barely toughing the mat.

"This was ... unexpected." She said as she struggled to relieve the stress on her wrists while slowly rotating at the end of the rope.

The wolf did not reply. He put his paws on her hips and turned her until her back was to him. Then he moved against her, pressing her to him as his paws moved about her body, seeking those points that give pain as well as pleasure.

Lascif relaxed as he poked, prodded, stroked and caressed. His paws had the skills of a master masseuse as they alternately made her muscles tense and loosen, heating them by pressure alone then cooling them with his breath as his mouth followed his paws around her body. Her wrists ceased to hurt as her body responded, gone numb as the blood drained down to fill the parts he was stimulating.

One paw drifted to her groin and began to play with her clit again. Her body responded and lubricating juices began to flow again. He nuzzled her neck as his other paw came up between her thighs and settled between the firm, round mounds of her ass. Its digits joined the others in stroking and teasing her twat, spreading the sweet fluids around and up between those mounds.

She could feel his digits getting closer to the base of her tail. Then his wet thumb was on the puckered hole, and it clenched instinctively. He rubbed it in little circles until it relaxed, returning to the font of her cunt several times to wet it thoroughly before inserting the tip of a tentative digit.

Lascif gasped but did not resist. Previous lovers had licked and stroked her tailhole but none had tried to penetrate her there. After several more trips to relubricate it Wylder was able to insert the thick, questing digit up to the second knuckle. Then he started to rotate it and draw it in and out slowly.

To her surprise she no longer needed the extra lubrication because her anus was now producing its own. The tight ring of muscle and sensitive tissue was also grasping at his digit as it slid in and out, trying to pull it in further as if dissatisfied with what it already had.

As this was going on she felt something warm between her thighs. Wylder was rubbing his stiff cock against her sopping cunt, spreading the warm juices along his considerable length. The feel of it excited her and she would have put a paw down to guide it in if they weren't both tied above her head. She tried to twist and rotate her hips to urge him to enter her, but Wylder had something else in mind.

Stepping away slightly, the big wolf rubbed her slit once more and used his paw to transfer the moisture to his cock. Then he pulled his digit out of her ass and used that paw to do the same to her backside. A moment later he moved in, crouched down and came back up with the tip of his thick cock against her gaping tailhole. She was lifted further off the ground as she balanced on it.

Lascif gasped again, and an involuntary twist and twitch allowed the tip of his cock to slip inside her. It was much thicker than his digit and for a moment she was afraid that she would split open, but it was also warmer, and slicker, and pulsing with life.

"Okay?" Wylder asked her with his mouth against her ear.

"Don't ... don't stop." She managed to gasp.

Wylder wrapped one strong arm around her, under her breasts, and used the other to lift one of her legs up until he could get his paw under her thigh. Then, using both arms, he raised her until his cock popped out before lowering her down on it again.

Now the pressure was gone from her wrists, but she didn't notice as her whole being was focused on the expanding of her anus as he lifted her on and off his cock. With each insertion he went a bit deeper and her hole was stretched a bit wider. Each time it seemed like things had gone as far as they could, but both she and he were slick with sweat and the other juices that leaked from her and from the tip of his cock and each time they managed to go deeper and wider.

She was surprised when she felt his hard pelvis come up against the twin globes of her ass. She could not have imagined having something so long and thick inside her derriere, but there it was, and it felt good.

She could have stayed like that, with his hard cock buried in her poop chute for hours but contact between his hips and her ass signalled the start of the next phase for Wylder.

Holding her in place with his arms he used his hips now, rolling them back and forth to pull his cock almost out before driving it balls deep inside her again. The force of his thrusts excited her tailhole even more, and his pace increased so that it would not get used to the previous level of stimulation. Meanwhile, his paw dropped from her chest to alternate rubbing her clit and plunging deep into her twat again.

She could hear his heavy breathing as he finally began to lose his composure. She could feel his hard body twitching against her as he fought to hold back and keep up a steady rhythm. Then she felt his teeth on her ear, clamping down, hard enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. She remembered what he had said when they started.

"Punish your bad doggie." She moaned as she added the strength of her hips to his thrusts. "Show zees poodle what it is to be taken by zee big, wild wolf. Fuck me ... papa."

Wylder's paws clenched, squeezing her thigh and the mound of her sex hard. It was all that he could do to keep from ripping her ear off, but his hips continued to pound her as his balls seemed to shrink in on themselves before exploding.

He released her ear and buried his face in her neck to muffle the groan of pleasure that came with the release. That groan turned to a gasp as his load fought its way past the constrictive ring of her tailhole and rocketed down his shaft.

She felt the sudden heat and wetness as he fired off several loads of spooge deep inside her. The warm spooge only helped to further lubricate them as he continued to pump her from behind. Combined with the sensation of his frantic digits on her clit it made Lascif cum again, just as hard as she had the first time.

She turned her head and bit down on his thick lip in an effort to stifle the cries that threatened to bring down the walls, tasting blood.

She lapped at his wound, twisting her head uncomfortably, as Wylder slowed down to a halt. He was still holding her up in the air so she was able to lift her wrists free of the hook. The two panting canines were both so sweaty that she was able to and turn around in his arms and put her bound arms around his shoulders with his cock still firm inside her. She was able to raise her legs and wrap them around his waist as he fought to regain his breath. She continued to lick and lap and kiss the blood away.

"Am I forgiven?" she asked after the bleeding stopped.

"Ye- ... yes ... you've suffered enough." He gasped as his cock continued to twitch sporadically inside her.

"Monsieur Pagliaccio will be expecting us to supervise the loading of the school busses."

"Yes. Give me a second." Wylder drew a deep breath and composed himself. He lifted the pretty poodle up off of him and placed her on the mat before him. He unwound the belt, checking her wrists to make sure they had not dislocated anything through their efforts.

"We can use those singlets over there to wipe off." He gestured. "They have to go into the wash anyway."

They began to rub the sweat and other fluids away. Wylder rather tenderly helped her to reach the difficult spots, carefully wiping the spooge that leaked from her tailhole and down her thigh.

"Say, Miss Lascif ..." he began, "I want to apologise for ..."

She turned and planted a kiss on the tip of his mouth before he could finish. "There eez nothing to apologise for, Monsieur." She said before releasing him to pull on her schoolgirl's uniform and heading for the exit. "I have made a mistake and a more senior teacher has corrected me. Zat is all ... although ..." she said turning back to him with that sly grin Principal Pagliaccio hated so much. "I can't promise zat it will be zee last time I make a mistake. I too have a free period end of day every Thursday."

"Will I find you here then?"

She giggled. "Here, or somewhere else in zee school where it eez quiet. A bientot." She said with a smile and a wave as she disappeared through the door.

Wylder stood there, titillating thoughts of what other gym equipment could serve a dual-purpose filling most of his head, except for a small bit that wondered what 'a bee-and-toe' could possibly be, and if it as much fun as what they had just done.

He would have to google it.