An Apology
~Oliver Danfort, please report to the Office. Oliver to the Office.~
The blaring announcement over the PA shook me rudely from my daydream, and I almost fell out of my desk. Whispers and giggles erupted around me, and it was hard to hide my embarrassment. I was certain my ears were red. "Why?" I asked meekly, to no one in particular as I stood up, almost tripping over my backpack in the process. Only bad kids got called into the office over the PA. I hadn't done something else wrong, had I?
Futilely, I glanced towards Anise's empty chair. My best friend had been sick with the flu for three days now, and since I'd been grounded, I couldn't even check in to see how she was doing. I could really use her help now. Nothing good had happened this whole stupid week.
Grabbing the hall pass, I excused myself from Mrs. K's class and started down the hallway, the echo of my hooves bouncing around. It felt weird, almost ghostly; there wasn't anyone else in the hall when normally there were at least the seniors milling around their free period. I tucked my hands into the pockets of my hoodie and trudged on. The high school was shaped kinda like a giant H, with four wings connected by a central corridor. The office was in the middle of the central hallway while Mrs. K's room was upstairs, all the way at the end of a wing.
My mind started to play tricks on me. What could they possibly want with me? Had something happened? No, they hadn't called G down there, just me. I hadn't done anything wrong that I could remember. I mean, sure, maybe I hadn't turned in a few homework assignments recently, but that wasn't my fault. I swallowed hard as I started down the stairs. Each step got harder and harder to take. I really didn't want to get in trouble again. I tripped on the way down the stairs and had to grab the banister to catch my fall. The last thing I needed was to stumble in with a busted lip, or worse... another broken tusk. Losing the first one sucked enough.
The office had walls of thick glass on the outside with normal cream-colored walls for the counselor's rooms. The principal's office was out of sight, tucked in the far back behind a turn. The fluorescent light had just burnt out, leaving that path dark and foreboding. I paused before the door, my hand quivering, before finally mustering the courage to enter. The receptionist glanced up at me from behind her desk, an aging vixen with thick glasses. "Oliver?" she asked, and I nodded, terrified. She gave me a sweet, reassuring smile that didn't really help, and directed me towards the darkened hallway.
I'd only been to the principal's office once before, last year. Nothing had changed much in that time. Principal Erickson had a huge wooden desk that was always covered in papers and files and junk. In the corners of his office, he had a pair of ficus trees. "D-Dad?" I stammered as I peeked my head into the office. My dad was sitting in one of the two leather chairs opposite of Principal Erickson's desk. The large, imposing tiger was almost as tall sitting as I was standing, and even my dad was a good head taller than me. I sank into the chair, biting my lip nervously.
"Mr. Danfort, did you want to tell your son what we've gone over, or did you want me to?" the principal asked in his deep, rumbling voice, adjusting his thick rimmed glasses.
My father adjusted himself in his chair, uncomfortable. This was bad, and already I knew that somehow I'd managed to screw something up big. My dad rarely spoke, even at home. He was a tall, lanky, almost kinda nerdy man with long tusks, much longer than mine. When we were at home, Mom always did the yelling and the punishing, but we all knew that if Dad got involved, we were in deep trouble. "Son, what's going on with you?"
"W-what do you mean?" I said, though it came out as more of a squeak than anything else.
"You're not turning in your homework, you're not paying attention in class. Your mother tells me that you were vandalizing the gym! Getting into fights?! Do you know how close you are to getting expelled?" I dropped my glance and looked down at my hooves. "This school usually works on a three strike system. You're on your fifth! They've been incredibly lenient with you. What's going on?"
"Nothing...."
"Don't lie to me, Oliver." My dad reached over and rubbed my ear, and I swear, I almost burst out into tears. My dad doesn't yell or hit you or anything, but when you're in trouble, he just gives you this look of disappointment that kills you. I didn't look up at him, but I knew that's the look he was giving me right now. "You're a smart kid. I know this for a fact. I need you to tell me, tell us, what's going on so we can help you."
"We know that having a twin brother can be very stressful," Principal Erickson chimed in, "especially one such as yours."
"What do you know?" I asked, probably more rudely than I should have. Ben's voice echoed through my mind. 'I'd be happier if you didn't always screw everything up. I wish we weren't twins. People would stop thinking I'm like you,' he'd said to me, and my chest started hurting. Every day, I thought about that, and it made me just want to cry. I felt the principal's shoulders rise, so I quickly apologized, burning holes into my hooves with my eyes. "Sorry... I didn't mean it like that."
"Is this about your brother going to college so soon?"
"No... well, I mean, I guess," I muttered. My nose throbbed a bit where Ben's fist had smashed it. When my parents asked how I'd gotten a bloody nose, I just told them that I'd gotten in a fight. I didn't say that Ben did it, but he didn't fess up, either. So I got into even more trouble, and he didn't do a single thing. But still... "I'm gonna miss him, sure. But it sucks. Everyone in my family's a genius." I looked at my dad. "Elizabeth's certified MENSA, and Ben's going to college two years early. Even G's a prodigy with the violin. You and Mom are smart, too."
My father tilted his head. "You think there's nothing special about you?"
"I can't do it, Dad. I'm not like Ben. I don't like being alone, and when he goes to school, I'm not gonna have anyone around."
"You'll have Guinevere," my dad offered.
"No, she's always traveling with her quartet, getting passes from school to go across the country. Plus, she hates video games and going outside. If I beg enough, sometimes I can get Ben to play with me, but I'd never get G to."
"What about your friends?"
"I'm grounded, remember?" I said bitterly.
"Hmm...." My dad thumbed underneath his chin like he usually does when he thinks. He glanced at Principal Erickson. "What is Oliver going to need to do to get his grades up to an acceptable level?"
"It's only the middle of the semester right now, so there's time. I can get with his teachers to come up with an action plan, but the main thing is have Oliver improve on his study practices. He will have to work hard in order to not fail the semester and get held back."
"So, how about this, Oliver?" my dad said, and I met his eyes. "I'll let you hang out with your friends and skateboard, but only if you promise to put more effort into your school work and stick to the skatepark. It doesn't matter if it's boring, and if it's hard, we can help you. I'll also need you to go to the gym to apologize and find a way to make it up to them. Do we have a deal?"
I grinned, if only for the fact that I'd be able to see how Anise was doing. "Deal."
"You can head back to class now, Oliver," the principal said, dismissing me.
"Are you gonna be at home?" I asked as I stood.
My father shook his head. "No, I need to head back into work. I left early to take care of this, but I'll need to make up lost time."
"Oh, okay... I guess I'll see you when I get home then...." I waved at my dad before leaving the office, nodding to the old vixen in passing. The sudden burst of elation was gone as soon as it'd come. How could I get help when no one was ever home to help me in the first place? Twenty minutes until school let out per the LCD clock that was attached to the ceiling of the hallway, and I found myself totally lacking the desire to head back into class. What was the point? Those furs would just giggle and whisper behind my back like they always did.
"Hey, buck, what's up?"
The light hand that landed on my shoulder startled me so badly that I almost fell over when I spun around. "D-dude!" I stammered, my heart racing. Sani grinned, tucking his webbed hands into his windbreaker. The otter's short fur was patched where it had been hastily dried. "What's with the goggles?" I asked, pointing at the pair of swimming goggles around his neck.
"I dunno, what's with the wristband?" Sani countered, and I admitted defeat. My friend always had something around his neck. Used to be, he'd wear some sort of collar, but when the school banned those, he took to wearing his swimming goggles. It was a wonder they hadn't banned my wristband or my jelly bracelets as well. "I hadn't seen you in a few days. Just wanted to apologize for ducking out on you like that."
I sighed and shook my head. "Nah, don't worry about it. It was my fault for being stupid. This week has been... a total... what're you doing?"
Sani had been frowning and looking at me from odd angles. "Dude, what happened to your nose?"
I covered my nose as a reflex and had to force myself to act naturally. "Oh, nothing, I just ran into a pole."
"Um, that looks like someone punched you in the face."
I grinned, in spite of myself. "I think I'd know if I got punched, Sani. I'm not that stupid."
"Uh huh..." Sani looked at me doubtfully, then shrugged. "So, you still grounded, or can you come over? Mom's cooking crabs."
"My dad just ungrounded me, but I gotta go to the gym after school. You know how much they were gonna bill my parents? Eighteen hundred dollars! And my dad wants me to go there and apologize. I'd have to like... freakin' slave labor to get that paid off!"
"Aww, man, that sucks. Did you ever get a phone?"
I sighed. "No, they don't trust me with one. They say the plan only allows four phones, but they gave them to G and Ben instead of me."
"Darn. So I guess we shouldn't make extra?"
"Yeah..." I said, pouting slightly. "Oh, yeah, have you heard from Anise? How's she doing?"
"Her fever's going down, but she's still coughing and wheezing and has that whole bodyache thing going on. She had to go to the hospital, though."
"What, are you serious?"
"Yeah, but she's okay. She kept tweeting from her bed, so I don't think it's something really serious. I told her about some of the stuff that happened." I must've visibly winced, because Sani slung his arm around me. "She says you're hopeless. I agreed. But we're here for you, you know that."
"Yeah, thanks," I said softly, but inside, I was smiling. Even if my parents and teachers wanted me to be like Ben, at least my friends liked me for who I was. At least I could depend on them.
The school bell rang, and Sani pulled away from me. "I gotta get ready for swim practice. Talk to you later?"
"I thought you just had swim practice..." I protested.
"No, I was just swimming for fun. We have a meet this weekend, so we're working on Time Trials. Travis keeps beating me by half a second."
"You're letting an armadillo beat you?" I asked with a smirk, and Sani punched me in the arm, causing me to yelp. Why do my friends always do that?!
"Anyways, talk to you later, Oliver. Hope the rest of the day doesn't suck so badly."
"Yeah, me, too." I watched as Sani darted off and lost him as kids started to fill the hallway. It took me about five minutes of wading between bodies to make my way to Mrs. K's room and grab my stuff, and another 5 just to get back outside again. By that time, all the good seats in the bus were gone, but even taking one of the torn up seats was better than an hour walking home without Anise, plus something about the smell of leather cooking in the sunlight just made me feel fantastic. The bus ride usually lasted around a half an hour, but I got off early at the sixth stop, just before we went down my neighborhood. Getting off here, I was only three or so blocks away from the gym, and I really didn't feel like going to an empty house.
Shouldering my backpack, I started trotting, wishing I'd hid one of my skateboards somewhere close. I had four, all well worn, but with different trucks and bearings, so each one handled totally different. One I'd use just to go places, another for a skatepark, and the other two for different street tricks or whatever. My favorite originally had a water pattern, but the graphic had been stripped off by lots of grinding and sliding. Compared to skating, walking just felt so slow.
When I finally reached the gym, it was almost four. There were a couple of cars in the parking lot, but it just seemed kinda dead. The gym's glass doors were heavy, and I struggled a bit to open one. By the time I'd gotten through to the front desk, I knew my ears were pink. I'm just glad there wasn't anyone paying attention to me. There was a german shepard dog sitting at a reception desk, paws kicked up, reading a muscle building magazine. As I walked up, he cast me a single glance, and kept on reading. I waited for about a minute, totally unsure of what to even do. He pulled down his magazine again. "Need something, kid?"
"Um... I was wondering if I could talk to Allan?" I asked, suddenly very nervous. This guy was built, and Allan was even more muscular. I mean, they weren't body-builders, but they just looked like they could snap me in half without even trying.
"He's busy," the GSD said, and continued reading.
"But... but my dad said I had to come make up with I did to him!"
"What'd you do?"
I swallowed. "I... I was skating in the back, and I guess I did some damage... sorry."
"Oh, yeah, the eighteen hundred dollars that gets pulled out of our paychecks." I gulped hard and loud as the canine stood up. I'm short, but next to this guy, I felt like an ant. "You think we have 2 grand just to spend on dumb shit?"
"N-no, sir," I stammered. If this guy wanted to punch me in the face, I doubt I'd get off as light as when Ben did it. "Th-that's why I came. I could do something to make it better."
"What're you, like, twelve?" Somehow, I got the feeling this guy didn't care how old I was. "The world doesn't work like that."
"Brandon, stop picking on the kid," a female voice said from behind me, and I turned to see a tigress, her arms crossed.
"Jodi," Brandon acknowledged, before sitting down and picking up his magazine. I stole a peek, and he wasn't even frowning. It was like I hadn't even been there at all. "Oh, yeah, take him to see Allan".
"Alright, kid, follow me," the tigress said as she stalked off, and I scampered after her obediently, like a scared puppy. When we left Brandon's line of sight, Jodi slowed, letting me catch up to her. "Don't worry about Brandon. He likes to act big and bad. Gives him purpose."
"He... he wasn't serious?" I asked, trying my best to get my heartbeat under control.
"About that money coming out of our paychecks, no, but it does hurt us. Our gym doesn't have the money to just blow on cleaning up vandalism."
"It wasn't vandalism!" I blurted, but immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry. I was stupid, but I didn't do it to try to hurt you guys. My brother comes here all the time. I don't want to get him in trouble just cause I was stupid."
"You're gonna have to tell Allan that. That wolf pretty much runs this place. His dad's name is on the lease, but Allan's word is pretty much law." Jodi looked back at me. "Word of advice, kid. Do what he tells you to do. Allan's nice, but he has a temper. I'd try to stay on his good side."
"Yeah, his good side. Fat chance." Jodi guided me through a few doors and down a remarkably clean hallway. Everywhere I looked, everything was just about spotless. I didn't see dust or anything, and if it weren't for the workout equipment, I would've thought this was a doctor's office or something. My ears splayed when I thought about how hard they must have worked to keep everything looking so new, and I'd mucked it all up just because I was bored. Yeah, keep on Allan's good side, easy as pie.
There was an office with a thick heavy door, the only room I saw that didn't have glass walls. In fact, I couldn't see through the window blinds at all. Jodi walked up to the door and knocked. "Yo, Allan, you have a visitor!" she shouted, before patting me on the shoulder. "Good luck, kid. Just wait here for him."
I watched as the tigress walked off, that nervous feeling running rampant. A full minute had passed before the door finally opened, and by that time, my nerves had almost gotten the best of me. I'd just taken a step to leave when a gruff voice froze me in my tracks. "What're you doing here?"
"I... um... I came to apologize for what happened a few days ago," I said after I turned to face him. If Brandon was imposing, Allan was just downright frightening. The timber wolf was just absolutely massive, somewhere between six and seven feet. My snout only came up to his chest. The wolf wasn't as bulky as Brandon was, but with the way he held himself, power seemed to just cascade off him. He wore a pair of baggy black shorts and a gray muscle shirt. Keep on his good side, I repeated silently to myself. Allan probably wouldn't like it if I acted as if I were forced to come. "I... I was just wondering if there was anything I could do to make it up to you."
"Can you go back in time?"
"What?"
"Can you go back in time, undo what you did?"
"No?" I frowned slightly. What was he getting at?
"If you can't undo what you did, then what's the point? Because of you, I'm out eighteen hundred. That comes out of my own pocket. Should've just sued your parents and kicked out Ben for it like my dad advised." Allan turned and started to close the door.
"What, no, please don't!" I said, gaining just a moment of foolhardy courage. I pressed up against the door to stop it from closing, peeking in to look at Allan. "Don't make my parents pay just because I f... erm, screwed up! It wasn't Ben's fault, either. It was my fault, so make me pay for it! I'll do anything you want! I'll paint the rails myself if you want! Please don't get them involved!"
"Kid, life's not..." Allan halted on 'fair' and tilted his head a bit. His eyes left mine for a moment, as if he were looking at something else, then a grin crossed his face. "So, you'll do anything, huh?"
"Yeah!"
"Alright, maybe there is something you can do for me." The wolf stepped back, and held the door, ushering me inside, locking the door after I came through. His office contrasted with the rest of the building; it was a lot homier. There was a soft-looking cream sofa on the right wall, and a L-shaped wooden desk with a very plush recliner. But the one thing that the office shared with the gym was that it was impeccably clean. Allan took a seat on the desk and immediately unzipped his shorts, revealing a tight jockstrap covering up an enormous bulge.
"Wh-what're you...?" I stammered, sliding my backpack off my shoulder and letting it fall to the floor. My eyes couldn't leave his crotch.
"My girl's been out of the city for school, so I haven't had any release for a good while. You're a fag, so I know you know how to take care of this," he said, motioning to that bulge. I rolled my ears back in embarrassment and glanced down. Something about how he said that word made me feel weird. It hurt, sorta, but at the same time, something warm stirred within me. "Get on your knees. You do a good job, maybe I'll let you do it again. That might make me forget about suing your parents."
I covered my wristband with my other hand and stumbled forward; for some reason, my hooves just wouldn't work right. Reaching Allan felt like it took forever, but when I finally reached him, my mind felt like it was shutting down. I didn't even know this guy, yet here I was, kneeling down and looking at his crotch. Maybe I'm just dreaming, I wanted to say, but it just came out as a quivering squeak. There was no way this could really be happening. I touched his jock-strap, and my hand recoiled, almost by itself. It was soft and fleshy. There was no cup there. "That.... You're huge!"
Allan must've liked that, cause he placed his hand on my head and ruffled my hair, only to suddenly shove my head down. "Yeah, take a whiff. You know you like it, bitch." I whined as I struggled to breathe. His scent was overpowering, super thick and heavy, and yet I could still smell the faint hint of linen freshness from the jock-strap. Even that was relatively clean. My fingers tugged at the strap with no lack of effort to reveal a thick sheath and a very heavy ballsack. "Watch the fangs and take a lick. You want to."
God, did I ever, but I was way too embarrassed to say anything. My ears were burning up. Tentatively, my tongue slid across the fur along his sheath. This felt too weird, and yet, as I positioned myself more comfortably, I found myself getting more enthusiastic. His fur down there was short and kinda coarse, but he had such a fresh and clean taste that I almost forgot all about that musk.
Allan began to play with my ear, the one that had the industrial in it, and I almost fell into a trance. I tugged lightly at his sheath with two fingers, until I saw the first hint of pink flesh. My heart started racing. This wolf was massive, and in more ways than one. He was way bigger than Ben or my toy, and probably twice as big as I was. I watched his cock swell until the sheath could no longer hold it, giving way to a hunk of meat that filled my vision. That musk returned with a vengeance, but I didn't care. I swear my mouth started watering.
"Heh, having fun down there, faggot?" Allan asked, with a chuckle, and I snapped out of my stupor. I looked at him questioningly, and nodded past me. That could only mean one thing, and I already knew my cheeks were red before I even looked. My tail was a motor, swinging back and forth so much that it caused my rump to shake with it. I wanted so badly to tell him to shut up, but that voice popped into my head again. Keep yourself on his good side. "It's not punishment if you're enjoying yourself too much. Get to sucking."
I obeyed, dragging up tongue across the underside of his length. It felt bigger than my face, I swear. When I reached the tip, I swirled my tongue, teasing his slit, and managing to get a moan out of him. I felt proud and ashamed at the same time; proud that I managed to please him, and ashamed that I was so much of a slut that I was in that place to begin with. Taking that length into my mouth was a bigger challenge; there was no way I was gonna be able to suck on more than a few inches without nicking him with my broken tusk. But I tried my best anyways, bobbing my head and moaning whenever he rubbed the inside of my ear.
Pulling off, I began to lap at his ballsack, his long, thick member starting to dribble pre on my snout. It was so hard to breath with that smell, but I tried my best, and soon, Allan whole crotch was whetted by my tongue. I could hear him breathing heavily as well. "Damn, bitch. Not even my girl was as good at this as you are. You're a natural cocksucker, aren't you?"Another insult that made me blush, as if it were praise. Why did I feel like this? I wasn't even scared anymore, just excited. I wanted more.
As if he were psychic, Allan lifted my head off of him and held it with a firm grip. "Clothes off," he said, and I started trembling, not from fear, but... something else. I didn't want to admit to myself what that was. I stumbled back, my back popping from having been uncomfortably hunched over for like five or six minutes. I unzipped my hoodie and let it fall off before pulling my t-shirt over my head. But before I could finish taking it off, Allan jumped on top of me, grabbing a hold of my shirt and twisting it around while my arms were still in it, tying my wrists together. I whimpered in protest as he bent my arms back behind my head. "That's a good bitch. You got a nice body. Better than my girl's."
Allan wrapped an arm around my waist, his nails digging into my side. If it weren't for my thick fur, they probably could've broken skin. The wolf began to lick at my chest and neck, biting hard enough to make me cry out, but again, not hard enough to draw blood. His other hand snaked towards my shorts, easily tugging both them and my boxers to my knees, letting my malehood, insignificant as it was to him, spring to life. Then he swept my legs out from underneath, scooping me up, and carrying me over to the couch. My heart started beating in my throat. "B-but you said," I started to whine.
His cuff silenced me. "You want me to change my mind?" he threatened
I shook my head. Remain on his good side, the voice said again. "It's just... you're so big."
"And you're a slut, what's your point?" I flattened my ears, and tried to look away, but he grabbed my chin. "No, you're gonna look at me while I fuck you, you got that? I see your tail wagging like a bitch's. Don't even try to act like you don't want me." Allan let go of my chin, then grabbed both of my legs with his arms, pushing them close to my chest. With my arms tied, I was effectively locked down, and I could only watch as his massive cock pressed against my tailhole.
Don't listen to the stories. Spit is a horrible substitute for l found out first hand. Allan pressed hard against me, but my tailhole just wouldn't part for him. But that seemed to only encourage him more, and but the time he stopped pressing against him, he was grinning like a lunatic. "The bitch was a lot looser than you. I would've been in already, but your ass is tight," he said, giving my rump a smack just to see me jump. He reached into one of the folds in the couch and pulled out a small plastic bottle filled with white goo. He dumped a load on his cock, smearing it about before letting some drip onto my hole. It felt cool, almost cold, that the sensation lasted only until Allan positioned himself again, and whatever resistance my tailhole had to offer was gone.
"Nyaahh!" I whined loudly as he drove half his length into me. The sudden stretch brought tears to my ears, and my tailhole burned from the intrusion. Allan paused, and I was thankful, up until he started sliding more of that huge length into me. I tried to push up against him, but Allan let go of my legs and instead pinned my shoulders. I couldn't do anything other than curl my legs back and try to relax for him.
"Damn, I was right. You are a tight bitch," he said with a slur as he started pulling out, only to press in again. His muscles rippled with each thrust, and with each of my squeaks, grunts and moans, he seemed to get a little faster. It took a bit of time, but the pain slowly started to die away, and my squeals of protest turns to squeals of encouragement. His hips were a piston, hammering into me like clockwork, and my body could only tell my mind one thing. I wanted more.
"H-harder," I heard myself say, and I immediately regretted it. Allan was going nowhere his max speed, and he proved it to me when he suddenly slammed the entirety of his cock into me. My legs squeezed against him, and I curled my fingers into fists, but that was all I could do against the machine that pumped into me. My dick bounced with each thrust, dribbling its pre over my torso.
"So, slut," Allan said between breaths, "How much do you want it? You want my cream all of your whore muzzle? Or are you so much of a slut that you want it in you?"
His thrusting was too much. Each push pressed against my prostrate, and it felt like my bowels were going to explode. "I-inside..." I said meekly before he took me over the edge. My balls tightened, and I felt a splash hit my snout. I couldn't even feel myself orgasm, only the massive rod that slammed into me over and over.
"That's a good boy," the wolf said, "but I think it's time you assume the bitch position." I could barely hear him from my daze, but I certain felt it when he pulled out of me, leaving me empty, and I couldn't help but whine. "Don't worry slut, you'll get your feeding soon enough. Just need to make a slight adjustment." He grabbed my hips and twisted, flipping me on to my stomach. I didn't even have enough time to recover before he reposition and plunged back into me, but this time, instead of that horrible pain, I felt amazing pleasure, kinda like that feeling you get when you plug something in and it fits just perfectly. His cock belonged there, fucking my ass.
Allan ground his hips against my rump, each plunge trying to get deeper and deeper into me. His claws sank into my waist, and I moaned and cried, my own cock, already spent, already starting to swell again. I pressed back against him, but with his strength, I might as well have been a rag doll. It didn't matter what I did, Allan was in control. Suddenly, his thrusts started becoming faster, less even, more frantic, and I whined loudly as he drove himself against me, pressing me into the sofa. My tailhole filled with wet fire as he came deep within me, each jerky thrust ending in another jet of hot sticky cum. He wrapped his arms around me as he dragged me onto my side, pressed against him, his huge dick still hot and heavy in my ass.
"Apology accepted."