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It seemed like the highlight of the athletic center was the male who tumbled into the locker room. Metin, Vic, and Billy completely forgot what they were arguing about as they joined around the canine with the prosthetic leg. A buck and a collie even kneeled down to touch the black material where flesh and fur use to be. Along the calf was a metal like mesh, specifically melded together for flexibility when he walked. The limb made a loud whirling sound when he pulled his leg back, "Um...excuse me!"

The buck fell on his back, "Holy crap, it actually works!"

Trevor heard the constant footsteps of everyone moving towards the center row in the locker room. Standing up, he slipped his boxers and pants on before making his way around his row of lockers. As soon as his head turned the corner, he was shocked to see a red husky, wearing the school's gym shorts, his right leg made of something like metal. Gasping hard, he watched as all the males around the husky were eagerly trying to touch his replacement limb. Heart pounding in his chest, Trevor had an overwhelming realization...Jake had finally come home!

***

Two or so years ago, Jake's mother was nervously biting her nails, standing over the foot of his bed. The sounds of her pup's life support had her on edge. She was really getting tired of hearing that constant beeping noise. Crossing her arms, she sighed. Her son had gone through two long operations and it was starting to weigh heavily on her. But again, she thought, it was her fault. This was her punishment. She no longer considered the situation that had caused this entire thing to happen. She should have never put her son through that; she shouldn't have acted like that.

Samantha slowly walked up behind Terra, holding out a Styrofoam cup filled half way with tea. She looked from the pup in the bed to his mother, "How is he?"

The husky smiled, "They say he'll be fine. He is adjusting to the prosthetic very well..."

The mare nodded, "Good...good..." After taking a sip from her own cup, "I'm just concerned Terra, so I hope you don't get upset when I ask how are you going to be paying for all this?"

Terra had a bitter look on her face, the truth once again punching her in the stomach and then running away, "Well, I'd be lying if I said the insurance was going to cover it all..."

Sam blinked, "And?"

"They barely covered a quarter of the bills." The husky mom nearly choked on her next words, "Jake's father took care of the rest. Used his... military and political connections..." She reached down and uncovered her pup's foot, revealing the custom painted, black metal limb, "Titanium... he went all out. The doctor says they probably would have gone with something less durable and flexible. And the real kicker is they may have to remold it every few years until he's eighteen..."

Sam was confused, "But isn't that a good thing if his dad is...taking care of it all?"

Terra sighed, lowering her head in defeat before saying bitterly, "He wants another chance at seeing Jake..."

"Is that bad?"

The husky fem rolled her eyes as she rubbed at her pup's extended ankle, "There's a reason why I divorced him..."

***

Trevor watched Jake, eager to just run up and snatch the husky in his arms. But he let the male have his space since so much of it was being taken up by the males around him. He kept a close eye though; making sure it wasn't too overwhelming for Jake. His mom told him that Jake might have another overwhelming anxiety attack if things became too much for him. But as everyone touched his leg and continued asking questions, the dog only smiled, nodding his head and pointing towards the fibers and different metals, even taking the time to wiggle his artificial toes with the silver pads on the bottoms. Trevor's heart fluttered and he disappeared behind the corner before Jake could see him.

On the other side of the room, Vic started to move when he couldn't even see the husky's leg through the crowd of males. But when he turned around, he was face to face with Metin again. Breathing hard, "Metin...I..." He groaned as the canine pressed against him, feeling the crossbreed's huge sheath pushing out against his own through his black pants. With a harsh whimper he sucked through his teeth, feeling Metin's paw reach under his towel, pressing his padded finger against his exposed, pink pucker.

"You know what Vic; I don't think people know who the biggest faggot really is here..." Vic felt himself getting excited as that finger pressed harder and harder against his hole. Just to restrain a moan he had to cover his muzzle with his paw. It made the wolf ache in such a good way; he couldn't build up the strength to push Metin away. His knees buckled when another finger pressed against his hole. The male's stern face made him feel weak as he leaned into whisper, "Maybe I should show everyone how much of a faggot you can be..."

Vic panted, feeling the one finger pressing deeper into his aching hole. Looking back and forth between Metin and the edge of the row of lockers, "Please Metin...please don't do this!"

Metin reached up, running one of his dark claws along Vic's right nipple. The wolf closed his eyes, groaning as he tried to resist the touch. Metin knew him so well. "Why shouldn't I Vic?"

The wolf gave him a pleading face, "Because you're not really like this Metin... I'm sorry." Vic heart raised and fell hard as he writhed against the lockers. "Please Metin, please, not here!"

Metin glared at the twitching wolf, his face strong as it always was. When he suddenly slipped his finger from deep inside the wolf, Vic gasped, his ass tightening, left with an aching feeling inside. Pressing his chest against Vic's, "Not here?" He had a sly grin on his muzzle as he said, "When the old Vic comes back, let me know..."

As Metin grabbed his bag and walked out the door, Vic finally relaxed his body. Panting hard, he looked down to see his seven inch knotted cock hanging out between his towel, dripping on the tile floor. Giving off a loud moan, he turned towards his locker, leaning his head and most of his body into the locker, waiting for his swelling shaft to go back into his sheath. "Metin..."

***

The door loudly creaked open as Vic poked his head in to see if anyone was home. Looking over his shoulder, the driveway was empty, but the garage door was down. Poking his head back into the house, "Mom? Dad? Kyle?" The wolf called for his parents and his little brother, but no one called back. In a rush, he ran up the stairs, his rock hard boner bouncing around in his wrestling shorts. When he was in his room at the end of the hall, he closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked tight.

Pushing his shorts down to his ankles, the wolf kicked of his shorts, letting his thick, throbbing meat dangle in the air. Rolling his eyes, he sighed at the sudden relief. He had been fighting that aching feeling in his crotch all through practice. His shirt was the next thing to come off. Simply dropping it on the floor, he leaned over, grabbing the mouse for his computer. With four quick clicks, loud rock music was blaring throughout his room.

He erotically groaned as he crawled on to the bed, taking his time as the pointed tip of his cock dragged along the sheets, forming a trail of pre behind him. Collapsing on his back into the four white pillows on the bed, losing himself in the music. Thumbing at his cock, he moaned as he slowly stroked up and down his vein covered shaft, all the way to the knot. Closing his eyes, he imagined Metin kneeling there, on his bed, reaching out his pale paws. "Metin!" Crying out the male's name, his voice was muffled by the music. Licking his lips, Vic roughly tweaked his right nipple between his padded fingertips, torturing his already swollen nub, "Oh God!" Squeezing and squeezing, he finally let his cock drop to the bed between his legs, tugging at the other nub, yipping like a kid again.

Curling his toes and pressing them into the bed, Vic bit his lower lip, reaching out and grabbing hold of his dick. Stroking once from the knot all the way to his pointed tip, the wolf jock lifted his legs, lifting his foot-paws above his head, pressing them against the wall. Pointing it towards the ceiling the head of his prick towards the ceiling, he held his breath as he stretched the bit of flesh between his knot and his sheath, his muzzle hanging open in a silent moan. Bending it towards his aching pucker, he felt the sloppy wet feeling of his pre rubbing against his hole. Stretching his cock just made that aching feeling inside him expand throughout his body, his nipples throbbing. Inhaling deep, he pushed with his paw, licking his lips as he cock sank into himself with a loud slurp.

The flexible wolf rocked back and forth, rubbing his paw over the base of his cock to move it in and out of his hole. Closing his eyes again, he imagined Metin climbing on top of him, pounding his hips like jackhammer, the male slamming his huge cock deep into the wolf's butt. "Oh yeah, Metin!" He felt his knot start to swell, pushing and expanding his rim. Fucking himself with his own hot prick like a toy, he struggled to tug his knot. With one hard push of his paw, he cried out, letting his tongue hang from his mouth, drooling down his muzzle as the tip of his cock drove into his prostate. His balls aching from his cock folded over them, his eyes half closed, feeling his warm load shoot throat his shaft, filling his hole with hot dog cum.

With his cock firmly lodged and tied to his own ass, Vic rocked back and forth, enjoying every last bit of his orgasm. When it started to fade, he moaned as he lowered his legs back down to the bed. He could feel his knot tugging at his rim, getting smaller and smaller over the next half hour until it popped out with a loud slurp, his load spilling out onto the bed. Now as his hole ached in a good way, Vic lay his head down into the pillows, stroking his paw over the spot where Metin use to lay his head...

End Ch 4-2