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Knothole High: Playing to Win

Lesson One: Be Brave

Keith McGowan was watched the white picket fence houses breeze by the dusty, spit-stained window. Community buses were always disgusting but as a young man of 15 who had dropped out of high school at enrolment, it was as common as any home he could have ever had. Parents were something he did without.

The world was more than eager to fuck him over and you know what?

He would fuck it right back.

Perhaps the only bone the world had ever thrown him was his cousin, Austin McGraw.

When they were but a shout across the yard away, the school called them the 'Double Macs' because they were so alike in many ways. Of course, that was until Keith 'ran with a bad crowd'.

At the age of 11 he got his ear pierced. Hid it behind long, dirty, blonde hair.

At 12, he thought it'd be fun to drink some beer. Had one every night now using a fake ID.

13 was the day he didn't care anymore and got more piercing. Two in his left ear and one in his right. Got a nipple ring too. His mother screamed when she saw.

14 was when he was sent to boarding school. Came back with even longer hair and a craving for cigarettes.

15 he was out on his own. Kicked out and doing odd jobs to support himself. Never touched any narcotics, though. He was rebellious but he wasn't that much of an idiot. Fun was fun but you stopped laughing when you were dead.

Keith grunted and pushed off the window, disgusted at the 'idealistic American households' that rolled in front of him. He didn't understand how or why this community was so goddamn pristine. Summer was rolling in again and he could swear the roads glistened like obsidian. Each blade of grass looked like it had been meticulously polished. Big, buff canines threw footballs absently at one another in the streets, waving cheerily as the bus passed them by.

Hadn't this place ever heard of the world?

"Hey! Driver!" he barked. "How much further?"

The Labrador at the wheel gave him a faint smile over broad shoulders. "Nearly there, son. Just be patient."

"Easy for you to say," Keith grunted, turning back towards the passing scenery. Two big terriers who looked like brothers were rolling on their front yard, laughing over a soccer ball. They stopped long enough to offer him a cheery wave which he returned with a wave of his own consisting of a single finger.

Much to his relief, the bus finally stopped and he could leave the cheery tune the driver was whistling far behind. To his dismay, the world offered him a big, warm, fuzzy hug in the shape of sunshine, singing birds flowers dancing to a merry tune of a beautiful day. He could almost see them all breaking out into song in a Disney-esque serenade.

He pulled his hood over his head and sulked down the street.

The world, however, wasn't going to let him go that easily.

"Hey!" A big wolf came bounding over to him wearing nothing but a pair of running shorts, and his sweat-covered fur. A rank odour wafted out from him. A much as Keith was a badass, he was a smart badass and wasn't about to go insulting the huge, teen muscle god when their weight differences were astronomical. "I haven't seen you around before," the wolf exclaimed, keeping his legs at a jogging pace even when he only moved at Andy's snail snuffle. "Name's Andy Martins!"

"I couldn't give a fuck," Keith grunted. "Leave me alone."

Andy persisted. "Oh hey! You're Austin McGraw's cousin, aren't you?"

Keith snapped the wolf a feral look. "You know Austin?"

"Yeah! Me and him go way back!"

_Like the start of the school year?_Keith thought bitterly. "From school?"

"Yep! He used to go to Knothole High!"

"'Used to'?" Keith repeated, getting a little worried. In his entire family, Austin had been the only one that had been nice to him. Even Austin's dad was a little cold towards him. Hell, it was Austin that got him the very same tongue stud that he wore to this day.

"Yeah, moved away early last year. Had a change of heart."

Keith cursed himself for a fool. Here he was, halfway across the country to drop a surprise visit on his cousin and now he found out Austin 'had a change of heart'. Okay, so it wasn't so much a 'surprise visit' as it was 'I need a place to crash because I'm out of money visit'. Still, he had spent what little he had left on his plane tickets and that crappy bus fare to get here and now he had nowhere to go.

Just what he needed...

But Keith wasn't about to let himself fall into depression.

He was a tough kid and when the world fucked him over, he fucked it right back.

"Any idea where he used to live?"

"Yeah!" Andy exclaimed cheerily. "My house!"

"What?"

"My dad and I moved in when him and his dad moved out! Come on, I'll show you the place!'

Keith could've laughed there and then. The idiot was actually leading him right to his house! If he played his cards right, Keith might actually get to enter the place without having to break in and steal something valuable. Jocks really were dumb. Or at least this one was.

"Sure. Lead the way."

He followed Andy down a few blocks to a typical single storey house. Just another home amidst the sea of bland suburban houses. Nothing really stuck out to Keith. A basketball hoop over the garage door here, a satellite dish there and a football trophies gleaming from the cabinet seen clearly from the window.

From the looks of the other houses, this was pretty much a stock-standard template for the homes in this area. No wonder Austin moved away. While his cousin was always one to conform, he was one to rebel quietly. Always had a fire in him that Keith always admired.

Beaming, Andy opened the door to his home. The blast of male stink that hung in the air nearly knocked Keith onto his ass. It was so strong and so... malodorous that he was almost completely driven unconsciousness. All he could think of was 'wet dog' and 'sex'.

"God! This place stinks!" he cried, taking a few steps back.

Andy let out a barking laugh. He held his nose and waved the air in front of him. "Dude, no offense, but you're no spring rose either! When was the last time you took a bath?"

Keith felt a blush forming on his cheeks but he straightened his back and kept strong. "None of your business."

"I'll take that as 'too long ago'," Andy sniggered. The big jock placed his paws on his hips and gave Keith a sidewards smirk. "So let me guess... You fell out with your family, ran away from home and were hoping to bunk with your cousin?"

Keith forgot about the horrible stench and took a wary step away from the wolf. "How...?"

The big, furry jock rolled his eyes. "Dude, it's no secret. You've got that whole 'badass attitude' about you. I bet some kids would really go for that. Seriously though, what're you going to do now that your cousin moved out?"

He decided to keep the whole, 'I'll steal your stuff and pawn it off somewhere' idea neatly tucked away at the back of his head. It wasn't forgotten just securely tucked away. Chances were, a quiet town like this boasting some of the best students in the country wouldn't have any places that accepted stolen merchandise anyway.

"I've got some money to take me back..."

"No you don't."

He puffed out his chest, ready to challenge the wolf. Whether it was the intimidating size of the seven-foot-plus lupine or that he really had nothing to back up any protests, his chest deflated a second later.

"Fine. You got me." Keith turned his back to the stinky house and the similarly stinky, shirtless wolf. "I'll probably get a job somewhere."

"And where will you stay?"

"Park benches are always good."

"Fuck that." A strong paw seized Keith's shoulder. "Come on, you're staying with us. We've got a spare room anyway. We'll help you along until you get on your feet."

Keith raised a pierced eyebrow at the buff wolf. "You sure? You don't even know me."

"If I'm as close to Austin as I know I am, then I know you plenty," Andy answered with a toothy grin. "Come on, I'll introduce you to my old man."

Andy spun and bounded into the house, tail wagging excitedly.

All Keith could do was smile...

... and mutter...

"Sucker."

Lesson Two: Duty is only Rewarded with Diligence

Harry Osman sighed heavily, his thick, beer gut resting casually against his desk. His light blue shirt peeled slightly at the bottom, revealing his hair-covered belly that flowed over his belt. It was late in the night and he was just putting down his tenth cup of coffee.

Quite the precinct enjoyed law abiding citizens and peaceful days, Harry still had to pull late nighters. Not because he wanted to. No... it was because he was more than willing to put in the hours especially when it concerned missing people.

When he moved here a few months ago, it was to escape ever-constant turmoil of New York City and to be a local policeman whose greatest concern was a teenager being reported as missing because he was making out with his girlfriend and the parents were concerned.

He got exactly that.

None of the boys in town ever gave him trouble and everyone got along swimmingly. It was like everyone seriously knew one another and just went around smiling and working like an actual community. If ever there was an image of idealistic America, Harry had found it.

Until, of course, that image had been shattered several months prior when Bartholomew Delacroix went missing. This was followed up by the departing of the entire Delacroix family without so much as a meeting or a conversation a couple of days after young Bart went missing.

If that wasn't suspicious enough, the precinct barely did anything about it!

All the guys on the force - and there were a lot of them too - just shrugged, turned their tails and went on their merry way. They were always gone at 5:30 PM every night to who knew where and Harry was the only one left in the entire town looking after law and order. Before Bart's disappearance, he was more than content to leave with the rest of the guys and hang out with them, drink a couple of beers and maybe watch the game with them. Sometimes, he even hit the gym and had actually lost several pounds during that time.

But in the months afterwards, as he sat at his desk, eating donuts, drinking coffee and dipping his stubby fingers into a back of cheesy snacks, those pounds came back... with a vengeance. The guys kept urging him to join them again 'just like old times' but Harry... well... Harry's eyes had been opened.

He flicked through the records he had in front of him one more time.

Bart's case wasn't the first of missing persons that remained unsolved. In the last few months, other teenage boys had been reported missing. Some boys actually reported their fathers missing.

And that was another thing he had noted.

The only people who had been reported missing were either boys between the ages of 14 and 15 or their fathers.

The logical conclusion?

There was a goddamn serial killer somewhere in town and no one as doing anything about it!

Harry used all his resources, wracked his brain over and over again and tried to find some pattern in all the disappearances. Nothing seemed conclusive however. Sure there were similarities but they were similarities shared by others who hadn't reported their family members missing.

He rested his head on his desk, sighing softly he hit yet another roadblock.

Whoever this killer was, they were good. They never left any trace of the kidnapped nor did they seem to show any discernable pattern between kidnappings. It seemed utterly random.

Though, Harry was starting to suspect it was some sort of anti-human activist gone wrong.

Human families flocked into town every year around the start of the school year but as the year went on, they would flee as they too began to sense the danger of staying. The kidnappings weren't well hidden either. In a quiet town like this, even the smallest bark would set the whole neighbourhood howling... literally.

As humans left, canines or lupines came flooding in and none of their kids ever went missing.

The serial killer seemed to only target humans...

With the school year drawing to a close and finals over, graduation was just around the corner, heralding summer vacation. Harry had about four days left before the big event at Knothole High and if he didn't catch the culprit by then, the kidnapper would get away... only to start again three months later with a fresh batch of human prey.

Harry was half-tempted to post a sign in front of town stating 'Human keep out'.

A knock came to the door, brining much surprise to the 34 year old police officer. Groaning, he pushed himself off the desk, letting his wheeled chair carry him halfway across the large police station. While the town was pretty small, the station itself was huge. Seemed like there was a huge number of wannabe cops. Canines tended to like law enforcement. Must be the whole 'pack mentality' thing.

With such a big station and such squat legs, Harry found it somewhat difficult to cross the length of the broad office, cross down the hallway lined with perpetually empty cells and reach the reception area. The knocking had become impatient at that point.

"I'm coming!" he barked. "Hold your horses."

He finally reached the door and pulled it open.

The kid standing in front of him instantly spelled 'bad news'.

Long, clearly dyed red hair... pierced eyebrow, pierced ears... pierced almost everything on his face, really. Dark, brooding blue eyes stared back up at him, clearly unimpressed. His clothing stank of days without being washed but it was clear he had been in town for a while. There was a hint of 'wet dog' that you got used to after living in a town filled with canines.

"Can I help you?" the officer grunted.

"Yeah," the youth drawled, clear disrespect in his stance and voice. "I'm looking for my cousin. His name is Austin McGraw. I heard he moved from here. I need to find out where he moved to."

Serial killer?

Maybe.

The kid could be chasing down the 'one that got away'.

"I can't just go giving confidential information out to strangers, kid. What's your name?"

"McGowan."

He said it effortlessly. No lie there.

"Okay. Let's see if your story checks out. Got any ID on you, kid?"

A clearly fake driver's licence flashed in front of his face. No way this kid was 18. Still, he really had no proof except for suspicion and he needed some of the other guys to look at it first before he discerned the truth. He waved McGowan in and led him towards the offices.

He made a show of flicking through the files on his desk, hoping to get some reaction from the kid. If he was the serial killer, maybe some recognition of the missing persons will spark some sort of involuntary twitch on his face. An old interrogation trick. It's why in those cop shows, the interrogators always flashed photos of the victims in front of their suspects.

Unfortunately, McGowan showed the signs of an innocent.

"These are all guys who skipped town?"

Harry wasn't about to give up. "No. They're people who went missing." He rounded towards the punk. "Wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you, kid?"

Those blue eyes flashed. "What? Just 'cuz I'm dressed like this, you automatically think I have to do with something dirty? Fuck you, man. I just got into town! Here's my plane and bus ticket to prove it!"

Two tickets were produced... and sadly, they were legitimate. Harry entertained the idea his killing might have made those trips just to cover his tracks... for about a second. A 15 year old kid being a serial killer? Possible... but really, the kid didn't fit the bill. He was crass, offensive and lacked subtly. McGowan was scratching his balls right in front of Harry as they spoke!

Nope.

Not a serial killer.

Just a misguided teen.

"Sorry. Just asking," Harry answered, shifting through the files. "Here you go... McGraw, right? Yeah, he lived here... For about a month. Then he moved."

"Moved where?"

Harry shook his head and shut the file. "Sorry kid, doesn't say. Not witness protection, you know. It just says in the town records that he up and left."

"Fuck..." Now he looked really distressed.

A flash of desperation entered his eyes and for a second, Harry felt a bit of empathy for the kid. The whole tough-guy attitude absolutely crumbled when Harry told him the truth.

"You going to be okay, kid?"

"Yeah, fine," McGowan grunted, turning around. "Thanks for the help. See you around."

Harry heard a sniffle and immediately chased him down. However, the police station doors burst open just as McGowan stepped through. Harry ground to a halt when a towering, Doberman came stumbling in, carrying an empty bottle of beer in one hand.

"Eeeeey! 'Arry! You still here?" Mike Sanchez asked, one eye half-closed. There was something cute about the big, hulking canine being so vulnerable. Harry indulged himself in a little appraisal of the big Dobie that he knew would go forgotten once Mike Sanchez recovered from his hangover.

Once he got a good eyeball of Mike's package, he rolled his eyes and tried to push past the enormous canine. He lingered a little around those big, plump pecs. "Yeah, I am, Mike. And I'm just about to leave."

"Awww... The party's just getting started!"

Though he was loathed to ask, Harry turned towards the Doberman. "What party? You're at the police station?"

Mike looked utterly confused. "Wuzzat? This ain't my house?"

Multiple scenarios played across Harry's head. Most of which involved him taking advantage of the canine. But he was cop and he had a set of rules to live by. "No, Mike. This isn't your house."

"Oh damn... my son will be pissed if I ain't home..."

"Then you better get home," Harry answered, turning his back to his inebriated co-worker. He glanced out the street and saw McGowan striding down the dimly lit pavement, kicking a rock absently. "Hey -"

Any further words were cut off when a large, sweaty blue shirt thick with man-musk fell on his head, the dank armpits pressing against the sides of his head. He let out a loud 'ew' and tossed it aside.

"Bull, baby! I'm home!"

Mike went striding to the rear of the station, shirt off and quickly fumbling for his pants.

"Oh for the love of..." Harry grumbled. The last thing he wanted was for the Doberman to be found hung over and naked in the morning. "Mike!"

He abandoned his chase for McGowan and bolted after his co-worker. He was intercepted by flying pants. Harry threw them aside and seized Mike's shoulders, turning the big canine around. A wake of heavy musk hit him and he staggered back, head spinning.

"What's wrong, Harry? Feeling a little sick there?"

Harry's stomach was starting to rebel and his feet were starting to sway out from underneath him.

"Here, let me help you there, Hank."

Large, powerful arms scooped him up and he suddenly found himself flying... or at least suspended in midair while being pressed up against a big, furry, wall of muscle... that stank to high heaven.

Mike's smiling face hovering in the swimming colours of his vision.

"You need a drink, Hank."

His lips moved...

Though he wasn't sure what he said...

He just blacked out.

Lesson Three: See with your Eyes but Learn with your Head

"Shit!" Keith cursed, rummaging through the bed sheets. "Fuck!"

He had practically overturned the entire room that was being 'leased' to him for free by the Martins. In his opinion, it was their stupidity to let a total stranger stay with them especially when they knew next to nothing about said stranger but Keith knew that it was more than he deserved. Had had planned to just swipe some cash off the idiots so that he could be on his way the next day but this morning.

In fact, as far as he was concerned that was still the plan.

It just so happens that his plan was delayed... by his sudden awakening in the spare bedroom of the Martins.

He wasn't quite sure what happened the previous night only that after visiting the police station and discovering that the police was just as useless as ever, he had returned to this stinking - literally - household and had dinner. At least, he assumed he had dinner because he was still feeling oddly full since he woke up.

Sleeping in the nude was also something he didn't normally do. When you were sleeping out on the streets, it was a good idea to keep your possessions close to your person or else you might find yourself without pants when you woke up. One of the things that irritated him the most, however, was that in his nude state, he had lost his ear piercings.

"Fucking hell!" he bellowed, rummaging through the assortment of clean sheets. He did a quick personal check.

Nipple piercings.

Check.

Tongue stud.

Check.

Tattoo...

He glanced over his shoulder towards the mirror. The snarling lion that stared back at him was still there.

Double-check.

Everything was still on him.

Except his earrings.

"Shit!"

A knock came to the door and Keith quickly scrambled to look for any clothing. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything around that vaguely resembled a piece of underwear. Thinking fast - something he was very talented at - he seized the blanket and quickly wrapped it around himself, concealing his bony frame.

The door slowly peeled open and a big wolf poked his head in. From memory, the huge, muscular lupine was Dalton Martin, the father of the household.

"Hey there, champ. You sleep well?"

Keith bit back his reflexive sarcastic comments and decided to play the part of the grateful street urchin. "Yes, sir."

"Good. What was all that swearing about?"

"I just lost my earrings," he answered, fingering the holes in his ears.

"I'm sure they'll turn up," Dalton said, waving at him absently with an enormous paw. "Might actually be in your laundry."

He blinked in surprise. "Laundry?"

"Yeah. Your clothes stank. You gave them to me last night to get them washed."

That didn't sound like something he would say... but who was he to argue? He was more likely to find a job if people didn't turn tail because of his odour. Not that these canines would know anything about that. Seriously, it was early in the morning, it looked like Dalton had just taken a shower and Keith could smell sex and dog on him.

Hopefully their idea of 'clean clothes' didn't involve a lot of rolling around in whatever cologne they used.

"Oh... Thanks... I guess my earrings might've been in there, huh?"

"Maybe," Dalton answered with a shrug. He handed the pile of clothes he was carrying over to Keith. "I've got some spare clothes for you. Come on down for breakfast when you're done."

"Thanks, sir."

The big wolf grinned at him broadly. "Hey now, none of this 'sir' stuff, okay? We're pretty loose around here." There was something about his smile that hinted at some sort of hidden joke.

Keith hated secrets. Probably one of the major reasons he got kicked out of his parents' home was because he didn't keep secrets. Brutal honesty, that was his motto.

He got dressed in the ridiculously oversized shirt and shorts. The shorts hung well below his knees even though it would've fit the huge thighs of someone like Andy. The shirt itself hung over his bony thighs and to save embarrassment, he tucked it into his shorts. There was a bit of pride in him as he stuffed it in such a way that it made a rather significant bulge around his crotch. The only thing that actually fit him well was the jockstrap.

At first he laughed it off as some practical joke but then he decided, 'what the hell' and threw it on.

Either these wolves wore jockstraps that were severely too small for them or these guys were used to inviting strangers to their homes and providing jockstraps for them.

Or an underwear fetish... That seemed more plausible.

Once he was dressed, he went to the kitchen, trying to take shallow breaths to avoid sucking in the malodorous scent of wolf in the air. Dalton Martins was busily readying breakfast while Andy was suspiciously missing. A hearty plate of four sausages, five eggs - sunny side up - and about eight slices of bacon landed in front of him the instant he sat down.

Again, Keith bit back a snappy remark and thanked the hospitable wolf for his generosity.

"We know what it's like to be wandering around a little lost," Dalton said, sitting down to his own breakfast. "Trust me, when you find your calling, you can't help but share the experience with everyone else."

"You guys seem really happy here..."

"Never been happier in our entire life." The big wolf grinned. "It's a big community and one with connections all over the world. We take care of our own here. Anyone falls, we pick them up. Even if they're complete strangers. We share what we have here because we're all so lucky to have found this place."

"Lucky you."

"Lucky you," Dalton answered with a big grin. "You can stay with us for as long as you want, champ. We've got the spare room and we wouldn't mind the extra company. Andy and I get along fine with our neighbours and stuff but it's always good to have a fresh face around, you know?"

Keith had the inkling that his face wasn't exactly the 'fresh' either the Martins had in mind.

Andy strode into the dining room, strutting as jocks do and with his tail lifted high. He was dressed in the gold and blue sports uniform of some uniform with the anagram of 'KHH'. A lettered jacket hung over his broad shoulders, straining against the movements of his muscles and his shorts looked like a match for Keith's only his fit.

"Morning," Keith greeted.

"Yo!" Andy replied with a cheery wave. He then strode up to his father, wrapped his arms around the bigger wolf's shoulders and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips. "And hello."

Keith's jaw dropped.

"Uh..."

Andy smirked and sat down beside his father.

"As you can tell, we're not a very ordinary family," Dalton chuckled. "I really love my son."

"Sorry if we woke you with our noise last night," Andy answered, winking at Keith. "It was pretty intense."

For some reason, Keith did remember getting up in the middle of the night because of some noise that kept him up... It felt more like something out of a dream instead of something he actually did. His consciousness argued that he just ate and went straight to bed because he was feeling full from a - what was probably - a heartier meal than the one he was just a quarter of the way through.

He took that as the rule and shrugged everything else off.

"Um... It's alright," he answered, feeling a bit of a blush crawl onto his features. "Just... didn't think you swung that way, that's all..."

"I told you we were pretty loose around here," Dalton chuckled.

Keith surprised himself by actually finishing breakfast but he put that up to trying to ignore the constant flirting the two lupines performed in his presence. At one point, either Andy or Dalton tried to rub the other's leg with their foot but got Keith instead.

As much as it was weird, Keith was actually a little jealous on the closeness of the two.

Andy invited him to Knothole High just for a quick visit to see what the rest of the town was like. While he still had school, Andy had enough time to at least give Keith a good grasp of the surroundings so he didn't get bored. With little else to do, Keith decided 'why the hell not?'

So, he jumped into the car with Keith and was driven to the enormous high school that clearly screamed 'sports'.

The instant he got out of the car, someone threw a football across his field of vision. Huge boys of the canine or lupine variety were playing roughly all over the front courtyard. Balls were being thrown, mock wrestling matches staged and testosterone levels compared. It was clearly an all-boys' school and one that emphasised sports.

Keith wasn't that impressed.

The only thing that impressed him was that everyone was in top physical condition.

Even the teachers were buff.

"I'll see you later, man!" Andy exclaimed, cheerily slapping Keith's back. "Explore the campus if you want! Just don't get into any trouble!"

Keith wondered exactly what kind of 'trouble' he could get into and watched the big, buff wolf march away as the first bell rang. He wandered the courtyard for a few moments as the last few student trickled into the halls for education. Some invisible force was compelling him to get as far away from the school as possible.

It was a future for someone... but not him.

He was a high school dropout.

Not even that.

He never even went to high school.

Still, there was a degree of curiosity in the back of his mind that urged him to at least see what it was like. So with a shrug, he ventured into Knothole High and dared a peek into the multiple classrooms. He expected rowdy, rambunctious behaviour befitting a testosterone-poisoned jock-ocracy.

Instead, he found attentive students, listening to the teachers intently and taking down notes. Even with huge muscles overflowing past desks, every student was sitting up straight, ears perked towards the front of the classroom and eyes intensely focused. Not all classes were so intense, though. Some teachers actually sat on their desks and taught casually, bringing laughs from the rest of the class. But the instant the teacher indicated for silence, it was like someone just switched the 'mute' button and everyone fell silent instantly.

However, as he looked closer, he realised that it wasn't so much that everyone was focused on what the knowledge the teacher was trying to impart...

... it was more like they were focused on trying not to get caught with their 'under-the-desk- antics'

Keith wasn't really that surprised when he spied to guys close to the door with their cocks out, flaccid and rulers in their paws. Two guys not so far away were passing notes to one another discretely and the others were sending text messages. One guy was even taking a picture of his cock.

Okay, typical high school. Maybe a little too much testosterone but a high school none the less.

Comforted that he really wasn't missing out on anything, he wandered the hallways and eventually found his way to what had to be the gymnasium. A large stage was being erected out in the football field which he guessed must have been for the graduation ceremony. He smiled and again felt a back of jealousy for the normality of things in this town.

Some part of him wished he could go back, go to school and actually graduate.

Maybe having a solid future in front of him would actually stop the world from fucking with him.

He fought back the depression that was rapidly threatening to consume him and pulled away from the sight of the stage. The gymnasium embraced him in its chilling darkness and odd, thump-thump-thumping.

Curious to that sound, he walked over to what was an office of some sort. Light streamed in from between the drawn blinds, barring most of the office but he could spy the inhabitants through the small gap between two blinds.

There was a big, buff wolf dressed in typical coach's uniform completely with whistle around his neck and in front of him was a man in a suit. Both were incredibly well built.

"Graduation is going to be big this year," the man in the suit said.

"Not sure how the kids will feel about my retirement," the coach answered, leaning back against his chair, exposing sweaty armpits. The man in the suit took a deep breath and let it out shakily like he was trying to savour every molecule that escaped him.

"You sure you have to go?"

"Yeah. My replacement is already here. You know that."

"Pity. You've been here a while. Made a lot of kids into who they are now. Made a lot of dads happy to have their sons end up as star athletes."

"That wasn't me. That was all in the kids. It's deep in them. Just needed a bit of waking up." The coach leaned forward, lowering his arms. A big grin crossed his features. "Speaking of waking... I seem to recall that you're still eager for your own retirement, correct?"

The man in the suite quickly undid his tie, tossing it to the floor. He took a deep breath and the top button of his shirt popped open. "I'm not leaving the education system, though."

"The thought never crossed my mind." The coach suddenly stood up, exposing his huge, thick, red canine meat.

His distinct lack of pants sent warning bells off in Keith's head but it was when the man in the suit dove for that cock that really horrified him.

That... and what came after...

Lesson Four: Never be afraid to ask for help.

It was the middle of the day and as usual, the entire precinct was busy just lazing about and doing some arbitrary paper work. Harry wasn't exactly sure what kind of paper work the other policemen were doing but really wasn't anything he was interested in. There were stacks and stacks of papers. Apparently, with the new graduating class of the local high school, Knothole High, more than 90% of the students were going to travel abroad either to the rest of the country or all over the world.

It was a tradition apparently. With no universities close to town, everyone attempting to pursue tertiary education had to go outside. Still, there were a large number of the graduates either vying for a job in the town's one auto-shop, the schools and even the police force. There were plenty of jobs in town and Harry assumed that the number of jobs was equivalent to the growing pile of paper work on Max West's desk.

A pile he was just about to add to.

"Here you go, Max," he announced, setting down a large pile of papers and manila folders. "Damn... How'd you get desk duty?"

The German Shepherd looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. "Made a real ass of myself last night," the massive police dog grunted. "Lost a bet."

"Understood," Harry chuckled, slapping his friend's back cheerfully. "Maybe you should get some fresh air. This place doesn't do good when it's hot, the guys are sweaty and everyone just came back from the gym."

Another possible job offering in town. Apparently, some time ago, an enthusiastic graduate of Knothole High had gone off to some big city and started his own chain of gyms. As a tribute to his hometown, he had built a gym right next to the police station. The whole town got discounts.

"Can't," Max grunted, scribbling down something on a piece of paper before rapidly typing it up on screen. "Graduating class and all. Lots of universities want police checks especially for kids going overseas." He shook his head sadly. "A thousand kids, Hank, a thousand kids per year and about nine hundred of them are off travelling somewhere else."

The German Shepherd must be wasted. 'Hank' wasn't that far from 'Harry' but they had been friends for a long time. Well... eight months at least when Max joined the force after his tour of duty with the military.

"If you need any help, I can lend a hand."

Max waved him away. "Nah, I'm good. We got a job to do, right?"

"Sure do."

As he finished, the door to the station burst open.

The breeze of fresh air was a welcome change from the perpetually stinking, sweat-filled offices. Not that Harry really minded. He had gotten used to it since his transfer here. From all the way across the station, he could see that same kid he had met the previous night... McGowan, was it?

Did he ever give a name?

He looked like 'Ken'... No... 'Keith' sounded more right.

Keith - as Harry decided to call him - looked panicked.

One of the police officers - a big St. Bernard - approached him.

Keith looked startled and pushed the guy away - or at least tried too. Sergeant Gordon was the biggest guy on the force and Keith's push barely did anything. The punk did catch sight of Harry from across the station, though, and charged past reception, past the cells and interrogation rooms and straight into the offices.

"Hey!" several officers yelled.

"You can't go in there."

Keith seized Harry's wrist. "You've got to come quick! It's an emergency!"

Harry pulled his wrist free. "Kid, that's why we have '911'."

"It's not something you call 911 for!" He tried tugging Harry away but being overweight had it's advantages. "Come on!"

"Slow down, kid," Max began, rising to his feet. "What's the issue?"

Keith's eyes boggled when he saw the German Shepherd. "God... You're one of them aren't you?"

Okay... Clearly, the kid was high on something.

Or was he...?

His eyes were wide but his pupils were dilated nor did he seem to be showing any signs of being on some sort of drug.

"Kid, take it easy," Harry said. "Why don't we go talk in private?"

Max nodded and grabbed a pair of keys. "We'll go into one of the interrogation rooms so -"

"No!" Keith cried. "Just you and me, old man." He pointed to Harry and then himself. "No one else!"

Harry's mind worked into overtime. He recalled Keith had come to him looking for his cousin, Austin, and subsequently being disappointed when he learned Austin had moved away. As he began to process this information, he remembered that of all those people that moved away, not every one of them had actually informed the police they were moving. Some did but others just dropped off the forms and left.

He was sure something wasn't right about that but he dismissed it.

Knothole High was a very competitive school and he didn't doubt there was some bullying going on behind those walls. More than one kid would've been eager to leave in a rush if they were surrounded by big, burly jocks.

"Okay, okay," Harry replied, easing Keith down. "We'll talk. Just one on one." He picked up the keys from Max and guided Keith to one of the interrogation rooms.

It wasn't as fancy as those ones shown on cop shows or movies. No padded walls or one-way mirror. Just solid, concrete walls, one door, a desk and two chairs. Keith sat down on the farthest chair and Harry sat opposite to him.

"Alright, kid," Harry began. "What's gotten you so spooked?"

"You're not going to believe me..." Keith muttered, clutching his head in his hands.

"You wouldn't have come to me if you really believed that."

He sighed and nodded very hesitantly. "Yeah... Yeah, I know... Just... Promise me you won't go nuts after I tell, you okay?"

Harry mildly made the note that he wasn't the one going nuts.

"I promise."

Keith took a deep breath... and let it out very slowly. "Okay... So if I told you that... I saw the high school's coach fucking some guy in his office... what would you say?"

Harry lifted his eyebrows. "Well... I can't say much for public decency but was it out in public where everyone could see or were the blinds raw, the door closed and what not?"

"It's not the fucking that has me worried!" Keith snapped, slamming his palms on the desk. "It's the fact that the guy turned into a fucking jackal!"

If Harry's eyebrows could rise any further, they would have hit the roof. "Um... Right..."

"I'm serious!" Keith roared. "The guy burst out of his suit, grew fur, a tail, a muzzle and a fucking knot on his cock!"

Harry got up. "Sounds like you've been seeing too many werewolf movies, kid. Go home. Yes, there are a lot of canines around here but that doesn't mean that they go around converting people into others like them by screwing them. Seriously, kid, that's stuff is right out of a horror flick."

"A gay horror flick," Keith grumbled, sitting back down. "Look, think about it this way. Why the hell aren't there any chicks in this place?"

What little credibility Harry was willing to give this young man quickly went out the window at the mention of 'gay'. Even though he was straight, he had learned pretty early on that any form of discrimination was greatly frowned upon especially in the big cities. Now being a gay cop... Well, that was different. Sure the police force put up a whole 'tolerance' facade but you still heard the playful jibes and the jokes rolling around the rumour mill.

Harry kept himself well in the closet and while he was open to the fling here and there, if nobody asked, he didn't tell. He liked to think he had a pretty good measure of control over himself.

"Okay kid," he said patiently. "So what do you want me to do?"

"What do I want you to do!?" Keith exclaimed in a strange, high-pitched voice. "I want you to get the military! Get the fucking CIA or FBI! We've got werewolves here!"

"Uh-huh. And you're saying that everyone here was turned into a gay werewolf."

"Yes!"

Harry got up and let out a soft sigh. "Quick question, kid." He levelled an even, penetrating gaze at Keith. "What do you have against gays?"

The pierced youth suddenly went rigid. "I don't got nothing against gays! It's just that these guys are werewolves and the way they turn people into werewolves... is gay..."

To Harry, it just seemed like this kid was a hater. Not against gays. Just against the world. The more he pressed, the more it seemed that Keith was just some hard-ass kid that just hated everyone. Hating homosexuals was probably something he just expressed now because it was appropriate. Tomorrow, he'd probably hate hair braids or frogs.

"Right..." He turned around and headed for the door.

"Wait! Where are you going!?" Keith demanded.

He sighed and cast a glance over his shoulder. "You just need to cool off, kid. Whatever you're on, whoever you're against, you just need to sit here and get it out of your system. This is a peaceful town. We don't need your kind starting things."

"My kind!?" Keith bolted back to his feet, slamming his palms against the metal table with an audible clang. "You ask me what I've got against gays!? What have you go against me!?"

Harry turned around, levelling is brown eyes hard against the youth. "You tell me. You come into my town looking for some guy that left months ago and then start throwing up fantasy stories about werewolves and gay men. All I can hear from you is 'I hate canines' and 'I hate gays'."

"If this has anything to do with how I look -!"

"How you look isn't part of it," Harry snapped back. "Hell, you even look cuter without those earrings." He faltered as he realised just what he had said. He was about to take it back when he realised that was probably a very poor idea.

"What did you say?" Keith asked, hesitantly.

"You look good without those punk earrings," Harry answered, sticking to his story.

"Dude... are you coming onto me?"

He grunted and turned around again. "Just making an observation."

As he reached for the door, it immediately swung open.

Max poked his head in. "Hey partner, you done here?"

"Just finishing up," Harry muttered.

Keith slammed his hands against the table again and stormed past Harry. He jabbed a finger at Max's chest, his black coloured nails bouncing against those hard pecs. "Are you or are you not a fucking gay werewolf!?"

Max exchanged glances with Harry before turning his eyes back to Keith. The big Doberman stepped into the interrogation room and shut the door behind him. Almost instantly, the entire room filled with his stink. Harry was used to it and just took a step back. Keith gagged visible and staggered back, landing against the table.

"What's the matter kid?" the canine asked. "Too much man for you?"

"Max..." Harry began warily.

Sanchez ignored the human and stalked over to the punk, eyes filled with murder. "Well? You some homophobe or something, kid? 'Cuz let me tell you, this town isn't a place for bigots."

Keith found some courage in him and straightened. "What the fuck is up with this place!? Is every policeman gay!?"

Before Harry could react, Max's huge paw suddenly snatched out and seized the back of Keith's head. The big Doberman pulled their lips together in one, heavy kiss. Harry expected Keith to pull away and for the first second, the punk resisted but his hands slowly crawled up Max's defined muscles pressing out from underneath his uniform.

Harry felt his cock stirring in his pants and as much as he wanted to tell Harry to back off... well...

"Fuck this is hot..." he grunted softly. It was a policeman fetish come to life as Max pulled away from the kiss, lifted his left arm and pressed Keith's nose deep into his sweaty armpit. Keith grunted... and then moaned as he drew two, long gasps. His entire body shuddered.

Harry's cock strained against his pants and reached down, sliding his hairy hands over his pronounced belly to seize the definitive bulge there. His fingers lightly brushed some loose flaps of his shirt...

... which was weird because he was sure he was two sizes too big for his shirt...

Max gave him a lewd grin. "Wanna join in, Hank?"

In reply...

Harry unbuckled his belt...

Lesson Five: Always strive to be better

First it was the earrings... and now it was his tongue stud.

Keith was cursing himself and didn't understand how he could have misplaced something so important... not to mention painful to remove. He stood in front of the Martins' bathroom mirror, sticking out his tongue. Sure enough, the hole was there where the stud should have been but there was not stud.

He tilted his head to the right and then to the left. The holes where his earrings should've been were now almost completely closed up. It would be a bitch to get them pierced again. He also didn't fancy having to get his tongue pierced not when he was already close to being malnourished. The first time, he couldn't eat for a few days because it was just too painful.

Part of him suspected his parents constantly fed him solid food to spite him. It should've been liquids but no, there had to be steak, roast chicken and whatever else that involved a lot of chewing and a lot of tongue action.

Speaking of tongue action...

For a second, Keith remembered the feel of another tongue down his throat...

He missed kissing girls. Unfortunately, the last time he kissed anyone was just as he was leaving middle school and his then 'girlfriend' had become a cheerleader upon entering high school. They kept going out for about two months then she latched onto a jock and dumped him.

Still, he let his right hand slip down to seize his cock as he remembered the feel of her tongue against his lips. That same tongue would slide down his throat, long, flat and flexible as her muzzle wrapped around his, her whiskers tickling him in just the right way.

But... something... just didn't seem right...

Keith's eyes sprang open and in the moment when the morning light blinded him and his eyes adjusted, he didn't see his former girlfriend in the mirror. A tall, red wolf with bulging muscles was reflected in the mirror, huge, valleys and mounds flexing all over his back as he coiled his huge, watermelon-like biceps around Keith's body. That long, broad muzzle pulled away from Keith's lips and smirked at the mirror.

Keith gazed around the bathroom.

No one else was there with him.

"Fuck... I'm losing it..." he muttered. He then glanced down at his, black, denim pants. A definite bulge stared back up at him almost sheepishly. "And what the hell am I going to do with you?"

He grunted and pulled his hand away. The Andy and Dalton Martins had gone off to school and work respectively, leaving Keith with the run of the house. He was half-tempted to break into whatever secret safe they had and steal everything just to teach them a lesson about trusting strangers. But... a feeling of guilt - something he hadn't felt in a long time - crept up against him and stayed his hand.

"Maybe this is my next chance..." he muttered to his reflection. He didn't dare say 'second' chance. That came and went a while ago.

He ran a hand down his face and left the bathroom.

The house was in a bit of a mess. He didn't quite remember what happened the previous night but he knew it was a party. Some subconscious part of him forced his lips to part in a grin. If it was a night he couldn't remember, then it was a wild night. There was a lot of tissue paper scattered around the place and loose bits of clothing, some torn to shreds.

Guess that was what happened when you were house of canines with claws.

Still, Dalton Martins had given him another spare set of clothing and he was getting used to the smell. It really wasn't that bad and hanging around with the Martins, he got used to it.

Resolving to clean up the house, he started picking up the loose bits of clothing and dumping them in a trashcan he carried around. Once everything was done, he began vacuuming. He tried actually sticking the vacuum in the air to see if he could 'clean out the smell'. That didn't work.

There were some weird stains on the carpet like someone had spilled some Gatorade or something. It was sticky and caused the carpet to clump together. He found some carpet cleaner and used that to his advantage.

The party had apparently spilled over from the lounge to the kitchen and even into the bedrooms because that was where the trail of stains and tissues led. Some of the stains were even on the walls and they were a bitch to get out but he was quite happy when he got them all cleaned up.

At about noon, his stomach rumbled but he only had the master bedroom left and he decided to clean up that place first before getting something to eat. He resolved that if they didn't have another party tonight, he'd go looking for a job. He seemed to recall seeing an auto shop somewhere and a gym though he didn't fancy himself to be a gym junkie.

As he passed the hallway mirror carrying a vacuum cleaner, he glanced at his reflection one more time. He didn't look as skinny as he did before but he guessed that was because of the protein heavy meals that Dalton Martins constantly fed him and Andy. He blushed a little as he flexed his bicep. There was a little bump there but being dressed in Andy's oversized muscle shirt just made him look silly.

Face flushed red, he headed into the master bedroom and plugged in the vacuum.

He switched it on -

"Bloody hell!"

Keith let out a cry of shot as the huge lump on the bed stirred and the quilt was thrown away.

That police officer... what was his name...?

Harry... Yeah, that was it. Though when did hear that?

"What the hell are you doing here!?" Keith exclaimed.

Harry stared at him with dumbstruck eyes. "What are you doing in my house!?"

"This isn't your house! This is the Martins' place! And I'm staying with them! You're the one sleeping in Mr. Martins' bed!"

Wow... That was a first. He never called anyone 'Mister' before.

Harry glanced around, horrified. "Shit... Damn it." He rubbed his temples. "How'd I get here?"

"I don't know," Keith answered, hiking his thumb at the door. "But you better get out of here, Harry. It's past noon." He smirked. "Don't want me reporting you to the police, right?"

Harry stared at him, surprised. He was utterly naked and there was no denying his morning - afternoon? - wood. "What did you say?"

"It was a joke, dude," Keith laughed. "You are the police. I'm not going to report you -"

"No," he interrupted. "My name. How did you know my name?"

Keith frowned. "What? You told me. Right after I -"

His jaw dropped.

His memories came rushing back to him.

He had gone to the police station after he had seen that guy get fucked up the ass by Coach Steele and transformed into a canine in the coach's office!

Wait... How did he even know the coach's name was 'Steele'?

Keith shook the thought from his head. "Look, I could get you in a lot of trouble if I report you now, right?"

Harry paled. "Yeah...?"

"So you're going to do me one favour. We're going to go to the school. We're going to talk with the principal. Got it?"

The police officer's eyebrows rose. "Not this again. Kid -"

"You owe me," Keith warned, pointing the vacuum at him.

Harry lifted his hands into the air in surrender. "Fine. Fine. I need some clothes though..."

Keith found some of Mr. Martins' clothes for Harry. The officer was still pretty chunky and the clothes couldn't hide belly but it wasn't strained. His shoulders were still quite broad though and Keith guessed that came from years playing football in high school or policeman training.

To Harry's surprise, his police cruiser was waiting for him on the street. Not willing to look past their fortune, the two got into the unlocked car. They keys were in the ignition adding more to their suspicion.

Harry drove towards Knothole High and parked in the northern car park.

As they got out, Keith couldn't help but noticed the large number of posters encouraging the students to register of graduation. From where he stood, he could see the grandstands and stage being build on the football field for that very event. Another pang of jealousy hit him.

It would be great to graduate.

"Come on, Keith. Let's get this over with."

"Huh?"

Harry stood over him, a hand on his shoulder. "Keith. That's your name, isn't it?"

He nodded numbly... though he couldn't quite remember ever telling Harry his name. His surname, yes, but not his first.

Shrugging, they headed into the administration section of the school. The secretary - a big, burly terrier - asked them to wait for the principal. A few minutes later, the door to Principal Logan Hart opened. A huge, greyhound that easily cleared eight feet tall and was build with long, thick legs ducked under the doorframe and walked past them, dressed in the school's track uniform. He was grinning broadly, thin tail wagging excitedly.

"Hey guys," he greeted, walking up to them with a friendly wave. "You here to see Principal Hart?"

Harry gave the guy a deep frown. "Hart? Isn't the Principal here Liam Heisman?"

The greyhound flashed them both a grin. Keith noticed for the first time the large speck of white goo on tip of his nose. "Hart will explain, dudes. Right now, gotta hit the track!"

"Got a little something there," Keith said, tapping his own nose absently.

The greyhound licked up the goo and gave him some quick thanks in return.

The secretary told them Hart was ready to see them and the duo entered the office. Just like the rest of Knothole High, the place stank of sweat, wet dog and sex. Smelled fresh too. Though Keith wasn't sure how he'd know what 'fresh sex' smelled like. The air was particularly heavy with the stench and he felt his stomach start to rebel.

He froze when he saw Principal Logan Hart. His memory was still fresh with the transformation scene he had witnessed between Coach Steele and the man in the suit. Hart was dressed in a suit as well but he was missing a tie and the top three buttons of his shirt were wide open. The jackal's massive pecs wouldn't allow for further restrictions.

Alarm bells rang deep in Keith's head and he tugged at Harry's shirt sleeve. "Um... Sorry, I don't think I can do this..."

"Nonsense, son!" Hart exclaimed beckoning them to sit down. "I take it you two are interested in enrolment here?"

Harry blinked. "What? No. He's not my son." He pointed at Keith. "He's just... Erm..."

"Forget it," Keith muttered, turning around to leave. "This is stupid..."

Stupid and dangerous...

"Come now," Hart said. "You two both came all this way. Why not have a seat?" The jackal rose and accessed a mini fridge behind his desk. Keith mentally screamed, 'He has a mini fridge!?' and expected the guy to offer them some cold beers.

Instead, he took out a carton of milk and poured three glasses worth, setting them down on his desk.

"Milk?" Harry asked, puzzled. His stomach growled. Sleeping until noon did leave one with a semi-empty stomach. The policeman sat down on the offered chair and took up the glass. Keith was half-tempted to leave him there and see how he liked being a canine but a degree of loyalty had been embedded in him...

Harry was the only other human he knew and... well...

Keith cursed himself for being an idiot and sat down next to Harry, taking up the glass hesitantly.

"So what can I do for you gentlemen?" Hart asked, drinking some of the milk. As he set the glass down, a white splotch was left on his nose. Keith guessed that was what that greyhound had.

"I was wondering what happened to Principal Heisman," Harry answered, draining his glass in one swing. He let out a contended sigh and wiped his lips on the back of his hairy arm. "Last I checked, he was still the principal here."

"Heisman's term ended, unfortunately."

"Three days from graduation?"

"He decided to take up the last of his leave and set off on a better career. Still in education, mind you."

"Where'd he go?"

The jackal shrugged. "I cannot say. He didn't mention anything to me."

Harry had this look in his eyes that clearly said he didn't believe anything the jackal said. Keith had to admit, quitting three days before graduation was probably one of the worst things a principal could do. Unless he was forcefully fired. Either way, Hart had a lot of ass kissing to do in order to get in the good books with the students before the big day.

The last thing the jackal would have wanted was for a hailstorm of rotten tomatoes being flung at him.

Though if Keith were part of the school, he would be the first to throw a tomato.

"That's a shame," Harry said, his voice grave and serious. "Heisman was well-liked. Steele still has him outclassed on the popularity votes, though."

"'Steele'?" Keith repeated.

"Yes," Hart replied with a grin. "He is our school's head of physical education and in charge of the PE for all freshmen. Would you like to meet him?"

"No!" Keith cried, leaping to his feet. "No fucking way!"

Without another word, he bolted out the door, shoving students and teachers alike out of the way. His feet carried him all the way out into the parking lot and back into Harry's cruiser. He tried the doors but, of course, it was locked.

He collapsed against the door, staring at his vague reflection in the intent windows. Was he just going nuts? Was he just paranoid? Maybe all this talk about 'gay werewolves' or whatever was just his own way of trying to push people away?

Had he been alone for too long...?

That red wolf appeared again in his reflection, standing behind him and regarding him with worried, brown eyes.

Keith spun around...

... and only found Harry standing there.

"Okay. What was that about?" the officer demanded.

Keith took a deep breath. "You wouldn't believe me -"

"If you told me, I know," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "We've been through this before, remember?" He placed his hands on Keith's shoulders. "Look, I'm not saying I totally believe your whole 'the place is infected with gay werewolves' theory. It still sounds like bullshit to me. But I do know that quitting a job just before graduation is just stupid. There's something going on here and it might have something to do with the missing people."

Keith's eyes snapped up, locking into Harry's. The officer had broad, watery, green eyes. He had a passing thought that they would look better as brown. A nice chestnut brown.

"Missing people?" he asked.

"Yeah. Come over to the station. I'll show you." Harry offered him a big, stubby hand.

Keith regarded the fat, sausage-like fingers for a moment. With a smile, he slapped the hand away absently. "I'm not for the sappy stuff, old man. Just drive."

Lesson Six: Use both your Eyes and Mind to See

Harry never really had anyone believe him about the whole 'serial killer' thing. Sure Keith sounded pretty crazy but still, it was nice to have someone actually tell him he was doing a good job instead of just calling him crazy and obsessed.

"So the disappearances are irregular, right?" Keith said, sifting through the files on Harry's desk.

They had arrived at the station well past closing hours. That way, they wouldn't be interrupted. A civilian accessing confidential files was a crime on its own. A police officer offering access to said files was even worse.

"Yeah. No discernable pattern. But with our chat with Hart today, I'm starting to think that the people who 'moved away' may not have left as smoothly as I would have liked."

"What if they never left?" Keith offered.

"Your werewolf idea again?"

The punk youth gave him a sidewards smile. "Maybe... But I was thinking they might just be kept hostage. I mean, these are official transfer papers, right? You'd think people from the towns they're moving to would notice, right? I mean, there are schools here that the students are meant to be transferring to. Have you tried giving them a call?"

That, he hadn't.

"I always assumed these papers were legit. Never had cause to doubt them now..."

Keith continued rifling through the papers while Harry hovered over his shoulder, peering at the pages. He remembered how the kid had sort of stank the first night they had met. Keith cleaned up pretty well even if he still looked like a punk. There was a cuteness to his rebellious edge though and he could detect it in the slightly spicy scent that he gave off.

Harry shook the thought from his head... but not before taking a deep breath and inhaling more of that scent. With the station empty save for himself and Keith, he could breathe a little easier and the smell of Keith was more defined. Still had that underlying tones of sweat and dog, though.

"Huh... These are the police checks requests for the seniors graduating this year, right?" Keith asked, reaching into a new pile.

"Oh yeah. You can ignore those."

"Hold on..." Keith sifted through some of the papers he had discarded earlier. He found the profile of a student that had declared he was moving to California to enrol in 'Dogma High School'. Then, from the graduating pile, he plucked a request for a student who was jumping immediately to become a student teacher at Dogma part time while studying for his education degree.

"They're both heading to the same school..." Keith murmured.

Harry narrowed his gaze. "You know..." He began rifling through the other transfers. Multiple schools were listed.

Hound's High.

Cerberus Maximus

Luna's High School for Boys.

For each one, at least one graduating student was going there.

"It doesn't mean anything, though..." Harry conceded. "It's just coincidence... Maybe they heard about it in school and decided to move there..."

"I think it's still weird," Keith said. "Maybe tomorrow you should call up the families of these people that moved. See if they're alright."

"You think that it's all a ruse? For what?"

The punk kid gave him a sidewards smirk. "Hey, do you want me to say the 'w-word' again?"

Harry laughed, patting Keith on the back. "You're alright, kid. If you got a haircut, got rid of that piercing on your eyebrow, I'm willing to bet you'd make an upstanding citizen one day."

A finger poked his belly. "And I think if you lost a couple of pounds, you'd make some lady parts all excited."

He let out a nervous chuckle. "Not interested in getting any woman's 'parts' excited."

For the second time, Harry realised he had said something out of line.

"Why not?" Keith asked, giving him a cocky smirk. He knew the answer but probably just enjoyed tormenting Harry.

Harry wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. "Because I'm gay."

"Damnit. Couldn't you have at least played along for a little while?"

Harry rubbed his eyes and started packing up the papers. "Life isn't a game kid. When you get to my age, life... well, you just have to be sure about who you are, that's all. You don't have much time to regret what you've done and there are no second chances."

"So you regret being gay?"

"No." Harry set the files down in a nice, neat pile. "I regret waiting so long to come to terms with it. Would've looked less like this -" He jiggled his belly - "and had more time finding a boyfriend."

"I'm sure you'll find someone," Keith said encouragingly. "Probably not in this town, though. You might end up a werewolf!"

He jabbed a finger against the punks shoulder. "Not the 'w-word'!"

"Hey, at least it's not 'gay werewolf!" Keith laughed. Before Harry could seize him, the surprisingly nimble youth jumped up and bolted away. As Keith reached the front door of the station, he turned around and gave Harry a pleasant wave.

Harry waved back.

Then he was gone.

Leaving a whole bunch of papers to be filed.

"Crap..." Harry muttered.

Leaving papers out in the open was highly against regulations and it was starting to tick over to 11 at night. Harry wasn't in much of a mood to be sorting but he was a stickler for the rules. Resigning himself to his fate, he began sorting through the papers, putting them in their appropriate folders and hoping that he could get them into the file room before it actually hit 'the next day'.

When he heard the door open, he looked up in surprise.

His eyebrows rose when he saw an all too familiar figure walking down the hallway of cells towards him.

"Steele," Harry said, rising from his chair. "What are you doing here?"

The big, burly wolf gave Harry a gentle smile. "I heard from the Principal you were asking around about where Heisman went." The high school coach sat down on the edge of Harry's desk, spreading his thick, muscular thighs wide. The package between his legs spilled over the edges of the table.

Harry caught himself staring for a little too long and locked gazes with the coach's brown eyes. That smell of sweat and dog was in the air again.

"Yeah..." he said warily.

"I thought I might be able to help," Steele said, his voice turning grave. "You see... I've had this... suspicion... Too many kids have been disappearing and so many people have moved out recently..."

Harry's eyes went wide. "Wait... You've noticed too?"

Steele gave him knowing smirk. "Harry, I'm an educator. I care for my kids. My pack if you want. I get worried when they leave or go missing. It's been happening for years now... before you came here. Heisman..."

"You think it's him?" Harry demanded.

Steele lifted a finger and wagged it at him. "I never said that. I'm thinking Heisman might have gotten close. See, the disappearances haven't just been students. There used to be human teachers and staff too. Now they're all canine."

Harry almost slapped himself on the forehead. How could he have missed that? He had been so focused on the records that he didn't look at cold fact. Student transfers were put down on paper and traceable but if adults moved, they didn't need to file anything.

"Damnit..." he cursed. "Just what's going on in this town...?"

Steele let out a lout yawn and stretched, arching his back and lifting thick, slabs of meat that were his arms over his head. "Sorry... It's late."

Harry almost whimpered when the coach pulled his arms back down. "It's okay. You must be tired. Thanks for coming all the way here to tell me about it."

"Hold on. Got one more thing to tell you."

He lifted his eyebrows. "What's that?"

"Graduation."

Harry's heart began pumping hard in his chest. "What about graduation?"

"There are about a hundred students left that are human in this year's freshman class," Steele said gravely. His arms crossed his chest, thick, corded muscles bulging for Harry to see. "Now, from what I've observed in my years at Knothole High, whoever this guy is, somehow gets rid of all the humans by the end of the school year. Or rather, by the time the new school year comes rolling in, everyone is canine or lupine and there's a fresh roll of humans coming in."

He put two and two together easily.

"Something's going to happen at Graduation."

Steele nodded. "Yeah. That's my gut feeling."

Harry swore. He had about three days to discover what was going to happen. He doubted anyone else would believe him. Well, he'd have Steele's help and Keith's.

But would that be enough.

Steele yawned again, covering his muzzle with one massive paw and turning away. He gave Harry a nice vice of his hilly back.

"You're tired," Harry observed. "Can I give you a lift home?"

Steele smiled at him, an odd glint in his eyes. "Well... You could do give me a little more than that..."

Suddenly, his heart was racing again but for a different reason. "What do you mean...?"

Steele bobbed his head from side to side. "Well, I heard from the grape vine that you prefer the company of men..."

His heart stopped... then redoubled its frantic pace. "Where did you hear that?"

"Sources," Steele answered, spreading his legs out wider. "And let's be honest, Hank... This town has a distinct lack of women. A guy's got needs, right? And I could use some need right now."

For the first time, Harry noticed the distinct tent in Steele's shorts. He swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. His first thought was... 'This is unprofessional' but the second was 'it's after hours'.

The third was 'Fuck, he's hot'

He threw caution into the wind and moved towards Steele, falling to his knees and pressing his nose against that thick bulge. His crotch smelled so musky that it was well past the point of being offensive. It was heavenly. The shorts were wet from a ridiculous amount of precum and Harry was eagerly lapping it up.

Some instinct in him just kicked on. He had never been with a guy before - even if he knew he liked guys - but something just... clicked deep inside his head. His lips found the coach's massive balls through the thin fabric of the shorts and he suckled on them. Salty precum dripped down his throat as he drew it from the coach's shorts.

His hands worked their way up the coach's thick, muscular calves, wending up those huge thighs that were crossed with multiple veins. He grunted in pleasure as his own cock stood erect against his pants.

One of Steele's feet curled to the front of his chest and slowly began running down his chest. Harry broke from his adoration of the coach's groin to yank the sneakers and socks off the wolf's feet. He eagerly lapped at the toes, being careful not to cut himself on those claws. His curled his lips around the coach's little toe, sliding his tongue between each toe and running it under those leathery pads. He rubbed the slick, wet soles of the wolf's feet against his cheek, loving the feeling of the huge appendage.

Steele easily slipped off his shorts, letting the precum-soaked piece of clothing rub against Harry's face. A huge, 14 inch cock stood proudly in front of Harry who stared at it like it was a god. His mouth watered. Hands shaking, he reached for it...

... then froze.

His hands...

"What the...?"

The hair on the back of his hands had grown thicker... so thick in fact that it was almost fur!

"Take it easy, Hank," Steele said, grinning. His bare foot pressed up against Harry's chest. The heat from the contact bypassed Harry's shirt and seemed to flood his chest with power. Harry could feel all the heat colleting in his manboobs, melting away all the fat and firming up the muscle. He groaned as his nipples grew hard, slowly rising up against his shirt as his embarrassing boobs melted back to give him a flat chest... and then push out again as hard, solid pecs.

Steele's foot slid deftly hooked one of the buttons of Harry's shirt in a claw and tore it off.

This pecs instantly burst out, leaving Harry breathless.

"What... I don't..."

Steele made no reply and pressed his feet against Harry's belly. Even as his pecs continued to expand, Harry watched in awe as his belly began bubbling back towards him. The tent in his pants actually became visible like the dawn cresting over the horizon. His breathing grew rapid as the power seeming from Steele's foot rolled all over his body, seeping into his shoulders and pressing them outwards. The buttons on his shirt flung away and his singlet ripped right down the middle. His firm, hairy pecs were clearly visible with a fine set of abs sitting right beneath.

Steele pulled away his foot to admire his work... giving Harry a minute to recollect his thoughts.

"Oh god..." he gasped, his voice significantly deeper. "He was right... Keith... Keith was right!"

Coach Steele gave him a cocky smirk. "You bet he was. Now the question is... What are you going to do about it?"

The wolf seized his cock and angled it towards Harry. A thick spurt of precum splattered all over the human's face, hitting him with a full blow of musky, salty, semi-pure Steele.

And with that...

Harry Osman jumped at that jock.

Lesson Seven: Be smart and know when to run.

Keith knew it was pretty darn late and he wasn't sure how the Martins would take it if he arrived home late especially on a school night. Though he guessed that since graduation was coming up, the Martins wouldn't mind.

Especially not when they apparently had a party the previous night.

Some nagging part of him warned that the Martins could be part of what was happening to this town but he didn't think any of the canine families actually knew about the disappearances and Harry's serial killer. They seemed innocent enough. The killer was probably some canine supremacist who just wanted all the humans out.

If he recalled correctly, the only reasons humans came to this town was because Knothole High had an opening, one of the best high schools in the country and the board of education was on the school's neck for having an overbearing canine population.

Not their fault.

Keith was sure, though, that he'd find and catch whoever was behind this... and hopefully save Austin in the process.

He hadn't forgotten about his cousin.

As he reached the Martins' house, he noted that there was a red sports car out in front. He guessed that was some guest the Martins were having since the family of wolves had a big, black SUV. The lights were on in the house and he knew that they were still up.

Smiling, he approached the house and tried the door.

It was open.

He stepped inside, once again hit by that strong odour of sweat and dog... only this time, the smell of sex was way stronger. There was some sounds coming from the lounge room. A lot of talking. That was probably where everyone was.

He was right.

But he wished he was wrong.

"Oh my god!" he cried.

There on the floor for everyone to see was Andy and Dalton Martins... naked in all their fully, muscled glory. Andy had his cock up Dalton's ass... while Dalton had his cock buried deep into a huge husky. Two slightly slimmer and younger huskies were adoring the bigger one. The first was sucking on the older husky's dick and the other was having his cock sucked.

"H - H - Hey, Ken," Andy stuttered between wild thrusts into his father. "Fuck dad... You're so tight!"

"Why - urf - don't you join us, son?" Dalton grunted. "Shit... Fuck, Andy. That's it! Harder!"

They all bucked their hips at the same time.

Keith's eyes widened and he staggered back. "This can't be happening..."

"Say hi to our friends, Ken," Andy growled, gesturing at the huskies. "They're the Dentons."

The huskies gave him a wave. One even a sly wink.

Keith didn't know what to do...

So, he turned around and ran.

He shot out into the street, hyperventilating.

He wasn't scared about the fact that he had been living with a bunch of gay canines... or even the fact that Andy was fucking his dad...

Not even that this was all adding to the fact that his 'gay werewolf' theory could actually be true.

No... what he was really scared about...Was that he was hard.

He gazed at his hands. They were oddly still.

"Fuck... I'm infected..."

Light spilled out from his left and he gazed straight into the headlights of a rapidly approaching car. The red and blue of a police cruiser brought him some relief especially when he recognised the licence plate.

"Get in!" Harry cried with urgency from where he poked his head out off the side of the car. Keith couldn't see him properly through his own tears and the light of the car but he immediately dove into the car, shut the door and locked it tight.

His breathing was growing painfully rapid.

Even more so when Harry put the car in park.

"What -?"

His jaw dropped.

"No... No!"

A big, muscular, black wolf with beautiful, chestnut brown eyes turned to him, the tattered remains of a torn shirt hanging off his shoulders. He wore no pants and his huge, pink cock with a distinctive mushroom head was tapping the car's horn absently, dripping precum everywhere.

"Harry..."

"It's Hank, kid," the wolf said with a broad grin. "Now come here..."

Lesson Eight: Evolution is the Way Forward

When Ken... no, Keith, awoke... he felt really weird.

He felt sore all over... and like he was missing something... Tried to take in his surroundings... and realised that he was in a car... From the looks of things, it was a police cruiser of some sort... Harry's from how it smelled...

He blinked...

How did he know how Harry smelled like?

The answer?

Because he was in Harry's arms.

"Shit!" he cried, scrambling back. His elbow slammed against the car horn, letting out a blaring honk. Harry instantly woke with a snort, his full, naked body covered in sweat.

"What -?" He grunted as he rubbed his eyes free of the sun's abrupt kiss. He blinked a few times... Then he saw Keith... who was just as naked. "Oh god... What did...?"

As if to answer his question, his left hand brushed against a large puddle of thick, white goo on the seats.

Cum was_everywhere_.

That... and torn and tattered clothing.

"Oh fuck me..." Harry muttered.

"I think I did..." Keith murmured. Memories came rushing back. The flight from the Martins' house... his abduction by Hank... the kissing... the fondling... the rush of power as Keith McGowan faded away and Ken came bubbling to the surface... and his cock deep in Harry's ass.

"Shit!" Harry cried, sitting up. "This is some messed up shit!" He clutched his head in his hands. The curve in his arm showed off some new muscles and his belly was no longer pronounced. He was far from defined but he had a nice set of pecs now.

Keith glanced at himself in the rear view mirror and, to his horror, realised he was ripped. A hard six pack pressed up against his abdomen while his pecs were nice, square and firm. Thick veins crossed his forearms and crawled up his biceps while his thighs were simply huge.

To his dismay, he was missing his nipple piercings and the piercing on his eyebrow.

He didn't even bother looking for them.

"Believe me now?" he asked grimly.

"It's Steele..." Harry grunted. "He... He changed me last night... Turned me into..." He swallowed hard.

"Hank..."

A shudder ran down Harry's spine and his cock jumped in excitement. "Yeah... Something else he said too...Graduation. Something big is going to happen. He said there's still about a hundred students left that are human and by the graduation, he plans on converting everyone."

Keith sat in the front passenger seat and pulled it back up to the upright position. The windows were all fogged up but he could still see the distinctive marks they had left against the glass. There were human hands all over the windscreen and the front windows. But the rear windows were all filled with paws.

"Good. Let's call the FBI or whoever. Let's just get the fuck out of here!"

A hand suddenly seized his wrist. Harry sat himself in the driver's seat, staring at him intently. "No. We can stop this. We can save those kids."

"Are you nuts!?" Keith replied incredulously. "Don't you remember what they turned you into!?"

"And do you want those innocent kids going through the same?"

"Fuck them! What about us!?"

Wham!

Keith was suddenly pinned to the door, Harry's face pressed up against his. "I don't care how you grew up or what sort of ideals were ingrained into you but can you seriously look yourself in the mirror if you let those kids get turned like that!?"

"Why the fuck should I give a crap about them!? The world has never done me any favours. Why the fuck should I do it one by stopping some sort of gay werewolf invasion!?"

Harry had to think about it for a moment... but his reply came out calm and oddly serene. "Because the world may not care for you but there are people that do."

Keith blinked, his lips quivering.

"I know you're not one for the sappy stuff," Harry muttered, pulling back and giving Keith some room. "But we're in this together. We can stop this, right? You got my back and I've got yours." He held out his hand. "Right?"

For a few moments, all Keith did was stare at that hand. Then he took it, squeezing it firmly. "Yeah. We're not fucked yet."

Their touch lingered a little...

"You should probably let go now..." Harry said.

"You first."

They didn't let go.

Keith shrugged. "What the hell." He bent over to Harry, planting a firm kiss on his lips before pulling away. That got Harry to let go and Keith gave the policeman one last squeeze before letting go himself. "So what's the plan?"

"Right..." Harry let out a small cough. "Right... Okay... So there's something going to happen at graduation... We have to crash it. I think every canine might be in on this."

"Ya think?" Keith muttered sarcastically.

"As long as we avoid contact with them, I think we'll be fine. Get lots of air fresheners too, I think. Their scent blurs your mind."

"Okay. So how do we save those kids at the graduation ceremony then?"

The officer mulled it over for a second then nodded. "I'm guessing everyone will have their eyes on stage. While it's going on, we sneak in and look for whatever they're planning. We don't have much time but if we can do that, we can put a stop to them. Worse comes to worse, we drive this puppy right through their stage and hope for the best." He patted the dashboard of the car.

"A suicide run?"

"Would you rather be a gay werewolf?"

"If it's gay with you?" Keith asked. He gave Harry a taunting smirk. "I'd considering it."

Harry rolled his eyes in response. "Okay... First thing is first. Let's grab some clothes and then find a place we can hole up until the graduation ceremony in two days. Until then -"

The car's radio buzzed.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

"Shit," Harry cursed. "It's Max."

"Don't answer it!" Keith warned.

"Not planning to."

"Hank, I know you're there. You're probably with your kid too, right? You there Ken?"

Something stirred in Keith... something inside of him and in his cock. He glanced at Harry who was suddenly wide-eyed. They exchanged glances... then stared at one another's erect cocks.

"Yeah, you're probably feeling it, aren't you guys? Listen to me, Hank, Ken..."

Simultaneously, they moaned and their cocks let out a burst of precum. Keith could feel Ken bagging at the back of his subconscious. His hand instantly went down to his cock as his whole body gave a shudder. The car suddenly felt so hot and stuffy as both their body temperatures rose.

"You're better off this way, guys. Just accept it. Hank, I know you've been feeling alone and lonely. Lasting so long without transforming is pretty admirable. I think that's why Coach Steele chose you. You'll make a real difference, Hank, and you won't be alone anymore."

Harry threat his head back, letting out a fierce growl as his whole body twitched and convulsed. A mixed look of agony and pleasure crossed his face. His pecs pushed out, growing bigger and bigger. All the fat on his body just melted away and seemed to bubble into his ass, giving it a nice, rounded bubble shape. The thick hairs on his chest could do little to hide the massive eight-pack that formed under his delicious pecs.

"Switch it off!" Keith cried.

"I..." Harry gasped, fighting Hank with all his might. He fumbled for the radio...

"And Ken..."

Keith gave a frustrated cry as his bones stretched beneath his muscles. Veins popped all over his body, pumping more and more strength into his muscles. His shoulder pushed out wide, brushing up against Harry's. The contact of their flesh sent his senses reeling and he could do little as Ken wrapped Keith's arm around Harry's shoulder and began forcing Keith to pepper Harry's neck with kisses. His hips rutted into Harry's waist, sending ropes of precum against the hairy officer's chest. Keith's own chest was pushing out to rival the policeman's though his was completely hairless.

"... We know you've been alone, Ken. Andy told us all about it. You know he's Austin, right? He's your cousin, Ken. Can't you see he's happier now?"

Keith threw his head back. "Austin!" he shouted in dismay, his new, deeper voice reverberating from his throat. Thick abs formed, pressing up against Harry's. He couldn't stop himself from rolling over the bigger man's body, pressing as much of his flesh up against Harry's. His cock became compressed against their washboard abdominals and Harry's cock was hovering dangerously close to his abs.

"Got to... shut... it ... off..." Harry grunted, reaching for the radio.

"You'll both be happier this way, guys. Hank... Ken... We're waiting for you..."

"Oh fuck!" Keith cried. Ken contrived against him and pushed his entire body downwards. Harry's thick, pulsing cock slipped into his ass. There was pain and there was pleasure... then there was a sense of rightness like it was always meant to be there. The warmth that filled him spread all over his body.

Keith's fingers twitched and jerked violently as they became covered in reddish fur. Black claws jutted out from the tips of his fingers as leathery pads formed on his paws. Those new claws raked across the thick fur that sprouted all over Harry's back, running down chiselled valleys and firm mounds all over that vast plane of black fur. His own 'V-shaped' body grew to match Harry's, their nipples meeting perfectly and rubbing against one another as their bodies gyrated in perfect unison.

Panting, Keith planted his lips deep against Harry's and he pressed his tongue into Harry's mouth. The officer's own tongue plunged deep into his, bringing back memories of kisses long forgotten. That tongue grew longer and became flat, dexterous. Their lips maintained their contact even as their faces pulled apart into the form of lupine muzzles. Keith had to twisted his head to the side as he locked muzzles with his mate, sucking and slurping.

His tail jolted out from his lower back, spreading fur all over his broad back and massive, corded legs rapidly. He intertwined his legs with Harry's, optimising the contact they had. His mate's paws rolled all over his back, squeezing his as and then slipping into the crack of his glutes and pressing a finger in with his monstrous cock.

"Oh fuck, Hank!" he cried, pulling his head back. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Hank seized the tip of his ponytail, growling lustfully. "Say my name."

"Hank..."

The last vestiges of Harry Osman vanished right beneath him as human ears became pointed and migrated to the top of his head. Dull, green eyes turned into a brilliant chestnut brown, filled with love, lust and ambition. Fur covered all of Hank's body as the cords of his neck vibrated with his growing howl.

"Fuck yeah," Hank growled, thrusting deep into Keith hard. He leaned towards Keith, lips hovering over his ears. "Take it, Ken... Take it all..."

Keith arched his back as his cock began reaching breaking point. Hank's grip on his ponytail began to slip as his long hair began to shrink. What was once a proud, mid-back length quickly became a sharp, severe crew cut to match his mate's.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Hank!" he cried, squeezing down on Hanks' nipples.

"Shit! Ken, I'm gonna... I'm gonna -!"

They climaxed at the same time.

From the outside, if anyone was looking at the car, there was a moment when the steamy windows were shaking and rocking with the sound of lovemaking and lusty voices.

Then... there was just a huge splat and every inch of the windows turned white.

Lesson Nine: Lose Gracefully

Graduation.

It was a day Ken - no Keith... No Ken... Oh what the hell, he was Ken now. Ken had wanted to graduate his entire life... and now, he was going to crash one.

He stared at his paws. They were shaking. He clenched them tightly, feeling the strength in each finger and watching the veins push against his reddish fur on his forearms.

His brown eyes drifted away from his paws and into the rear view mirror.

A wolf stared back.

A wolf... with a human's heart.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked, turned to Hank who sat beside him.

The huge, black wolf was so big that his shoulders rubbed up against Ken's. The contact was so welcoming. The touch gave him strength even in their direst hour. His paw snaked out and seized his mate's firmly.

"Yeah... I'm ready," Hank rumbled. He let out a soft chuckle. "Shit... This new body takes some getting used to, huh?"

Ken gave the black wolf a smile. "Hey, there's still something about us that's the same, right?" With his free paw, he gripped his package. At least that part of them was still human. Bigger but still human. Ken got to keep his tattoo as well which he thought was a plus side since it still appeared against his fur.

"Heh, had a lot of fun figuring that out, didn't we?" Hank laughed nervously. His brown eyes looked to Ken... There was a question there...

Ken squeezed his paw harder. "Hank..."

"Yeah... I know," he answered. "Ken... I mean Keith... Just... Whatever happens... Thanks... Thanks for believing in me..."

"Thanks for trusting me," Ken answered with a smile. "And you know what? Even if we're stuck like this, I'd love it if we... you know..."

"Fucked day in day out?"

Ken sniggered. "Hey, like I always said. If the world fucks you over, you fuck it right back." He leaned in and kissed his mate's lips lightly. "And you're my whole world..."

Their paws mingled and their muzzles meshed in a loving embrace.

A fanfare forced them both apart and they spun.

The football field was full of students and staff.

It was starting.

"This is it," Ken said, pulling away from his mate. "Let's do it."

"For the kids," Hank agreed.

They left the cruiser and bolted for the football field, their new physiques taking them there easily. The thousands of students that attended Knothole High and their parents sat in seats in front of a large stage where an all-canine staff either sat or stood.

Principal Hart stood at the podium, giving his introduction speech.

"At the start of every year," Hart began, "I give a similar speech to every starting year. In your time here in Knothole High, have you bettered yourself? Have you pushed yourself to your limits? Have you become the best you can be and more? To the graduating class of this year, the school has offered you all it can but even as you leave these walls, know that you have left a part of yourself here too not only in your sporting achievements but also in your academic. The friends you've made here, the marks you've left and the connections you've forged will never go away.

"Each of your journeys has been different. Some have been smoother than others while others have been met with hardship. Still, here you all stand now, graduates of Knothole High. The world is now open to you.

"To the rest of the school, your journeys have yet to come to a close but take heart and look at your peers who are leaving us today. Each of them has a story to tell. I can safely and confidently say that each and every one of these students, grown men, have a right to be a proud of themselves and I personally am very proud of them. Learn from them. Learn to better yourselves from their example.

"If you take anything from this school whether it is to go overseas, remain within this town or to come back next school years, it should be this: Always strive to better yourself."

Applause followed.

Awards were about to be handed out but Ken knew he didn't have much time left.

He took a deep breath...

"WAIT!" he shouted, lifting his paw into the air.

The crowd froze... and spun to face him... Him with one paw firmly wrapped around Hank's waist.

Principal Hart remained at the podium, waiting.

The two wolves exchanged glances... and slowly strode down the central aisle towards the stage. They slowly made their way up the stairs and up to Principal Hart.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" the jackal asked mildly.

"Yeah..." Ken answered proudly. "I'd just like to ask one thing..."

"Ask away."

He paused.

Then...

"Why?"

He expected some confused sounds coming from the crowd. At least from the hundred or so students that remained human. But there wasn't a sound. Just silence. He glanced out into the audience... and felt his heart sink.

There were supposed to be a hundred students that were still to be transformed.

But out there in the crowd...

... there were just canines.

"Why you?" Hart asked. "Or why in general?"

"I think we'll find out the general soon enough," Hank grunted. "Why us though?"

Hart glanced to one of the chairs sitting behind him. Coach Steele stood up and strode calmly towards the two wolves. The rest of the teachers also rose and ran their paws over his shoulders and thighs. He felt his cock beginning to stir inside of his pants and he had no reservations over letting the others pull them off.

"The answer is simple, really," Steele answered calmly. "Evolution. Both of you showed exceptional signs of evolution. You both held a strong concentration of the Steele Gene. You, Hank" - he pointed at the former police officer - "have been with us for almost a year and not once did you transform or even waver. You had exceptional willpower. And you, Ken" - he pointed at the other wolf - "showed exceptional strength of character. You, out of everyone here, underwent the most drastic change and willingly too. You both had an incredible sense of smell even in the early stages of transformation and were both resistant to the pheromones. Not to mention you could both control your lust... to an extent.

"That, in my opinion, only justifies why you should be the next Steeles."

His shirt was thrown aside as were his underwear. The entire audience threw aside their graduation robes and uniforms, finding their mates and lovingly catching one another in what was the start of massive orgy.

Ken looked towards his mate, paw still firmly clutching Hanks. Long tongues from the other canines on stage rolled over his fur and muscles, pecking at his cheeks and tantalising his cock.

"So... What's our job...?" he asked between moans.

"You'll be leading the next generation," Steele answered, his own clothes having disappeared. He had his son in his arms, watching the orgy take place. "You'll be screening the new applicants, making sure they have the Steele Gene and that they meet all the prerequisites. Then, once they're enrolled, you'll help them grow to become better men."

Ken was only partially listening now. The scent of male sex and canine musk was everywhere and he wasn't resisting it now. He turned to his mate... and locked his muzzle with Hank. His mind reeled with new information that he already knew was there...

He felt something hot and slick pressed up against his ass cheeks. He pulled away and found Coach Steele's son behind him. He knew what was coming next and he willingly accepted it. He spread his arms wide as those on stage clambered over him, sticking their muzzles into his armpits, kissing his biceps and thighs and suckling his balls.

Right beside him, Hank was getting exactly the same treatment. Some were even rolling their tongue over his cock, covering the delicious piece of 14 inch meat with their saliva. Coach Steele pressed his cock up into Hank's ass, causing the big, black wolf to moan in ecstasy. Their hips gyrated and Hank's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Ken felt the other Steele push deep into him, filling him with a warmth that was comforting but nothing as close to the love he felt from his mate. Still, he groaned in absolute pleasure as he was assaulted by lusty canines on every inch of his body. Lips closed around his nipples, suckling on them as if desperate for some milk he could give. Tongue constantly rolled up and down from his armpits.

His hips were forced forward as a thick cock began rubbing his prostate, causing his cock to spurt precum. There were instantly several muzzles and tongues lapping up the clear goo, kissing the tip of his human cock in the process and sending jolts of pleasure all over his body. He began pushing back on the other Steele, feeling the huge wolf's paws crawling all over his body as they thrust and bucked right there on stage.

Ken moaned deep as he felt that rush of power flood through him again. He groaned and flexed his left bicep, watching as the muscle there began to bulge and grow more and more defined. He sucked in a deep breath as he felt his spine stretch upwards, growing longer and adding a few more inches to his already impressive height. He came level with the younger Steele, giving him leave to turn around and plant his muzzle against his predecessor.

'Thank you' the kiss said.

Then he gasped as he felt another cock start to push deep into his ass.

He looked down...

And saw Andy grinning back up at him and thrusting his hips in tandem with Jessie's.

Andy... Austin...

None of this could've been possible if not for him.

"Fuck..." he grunted, feeling his climax rapidly approaching.

He glanced over at Hank...

Hart was double fucking him with Coach Steel.

Fuck that was hot.

"Oh shit..." he grunted. The tip of his cock felt like it was on fire... a fire that spread pleasurable warmth all the way down his member and boiled down into his balls, churning his cum and begging it to come out.

He glanced down, panting heavily. His bright, red member stretched outwards, growing to its full 14 inch length. The tip lost its mushroom head and became pointed just like a canine's. His knot swelled. Some canines wrapped their tongues around it, begging him for his release.

He heard howls and cries start rippling out from the audience. Cum began spraying out like beautiful, white, pure geysers. On the stage, someone climaxed, splattering the left side of his face with cum. Andy threw his head back and howled. His hot seed seeped into Ken's ass, dripping down his legs where eager tongue licked it up.

"Shit..." Jessie growled. "I'm... I'm gonna...!"

Pure, Steele seed poured into Ken's ass, filling him with molten pleasure. All of his body shuddered as he felt that seed seeping into his entire body, solidifying his position as the next generation Steele. It felt like it flooded in his veins, turning into solid steel just like his namesake.

Ken Steele...

He liked that.

But he wasn't ready yet...

He still needed one thing...

He slowly pulled himself away from Jessie, leaving the wolf panting and engaging in another lovemaking session with Andy. Ken strode over to Hank whose eyes were rolled into the back of his head. His mate was on the verge, he could tell.

Ken grinned and offered up his dripping ass, slowly pushing himself down onto Hank's wolfhood.

And it felt right.

He let out a triumphant roar as the thrusts from Coach Steele and Principal Hart rippled through Hank and into his ass. Hank burst through the walls of Ken's ass, tying with him nice and hard. His thrust became frantic, matching the pace of Ken's heart.

"Fuck..." Hank growled. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... Oh fucking hell!"

The huge, black wolf threw his head back, letting out a tremendous roar. A torrent of cum burst from his ass, flooding deep into Ken's already partially filled anal cavity.

Ken's own limit hit him so suddenly. His cock jerked violently, spraying his own pure brand of Steele seed out into the crowd like a fire hose. A chorus of howls met his own, cum flying everywhere from the seats below and the stage. He became covered in seed, soaking into his very fur and branding him forever... as a Steele.

His entire body shook and shuddered, the pleasure of climax taking him and washing away the punk that had been Keith McGowan. The cum was cleansing... it swept away all his worries, all his doubts, all his hatred...

... and just left... Well...

All that was left... was Ken Steele...

Ken... and his mate... Hank Steele...

Lesson Ten: The Game Never Ends

The new school year had just started and, as usual, the freshmen were lagging behind.

Hank Steele stood in the hot summer sun with clipboard in hand, watching the new kids running around the track to his gruelling pace. Beside him, his son Ken, watched them all eagerly, tail wagging gently.

"See anyone you like?" he asked.

"Dad, they're all fucking hot," Ken answered with a grin. "They'll be sizzling once we're done with them."

Hank chuckled and fingered the whistle around his neck. "We've got to start somewhere, kid. The weakest are always the easiest to convert."

Ken inclined his head to the side. "Hmmm... Well, that kid over there, Corey Paxton... I'd give him one more lap before... Oh... There he goes."

One particularly rotund kid toppled over on the track, causing a large number of those trailing behind him to crash into him and fall over him in a rather humorous pile.

"Yeah, he's first," Hank said, shaking his head. He sniffed the air. "Hmmm... Smells like a soccer player to me... What do you think?"

Ken sniffed the air as well. "Yeah, soccer. Got a bit of tennis in him but there's no harm in doing two sports, right?"

"Not at all," Hank answered, scribbling on his clipboard. "If I recall, he's got two brothers, right? Both are working now. One in the auto shop in town and the other at the gym."

"Easy targets," Ken answered lazily. "They'll be converted within the week."

"Then we have our starting point." Hank blew his whistle. All the students on the track turned to him. "Paxton! Front and centre!"

Corey Paxton stumbled over to him, almost waddling with his stubby legs. "Sorry Coach... I didn't mean it... I... I just..."

Hank rested a paw on the shorter kid's shoulder and smiled. "Don't worry, son. You'll get used to it. You'll get better. But for now, hit the showers. In fact..." He nodded at his son. "Ken, why don't you make sure Conrad here doesn't collapse from exhaustion."

Ken saluted at him. "Sure thing, old man!"

With a pat to Corey's back, Hank Steele straightened and watched the two boys leave for the gymnasium.

He couldn't help but smile a little.

He absolutely loved this school.

End