N'zaar Plains: Chapter Three: Potential.
#10 of N'zaar Plains
Longest one yet! I had writer block for awhile, but it's posted!
Hope you enjoy.
-Mk14-
Vex finally arives at his destination, the sparing hall located in the Highfall district of the city. He slowly steps in the old wooden building, unsure if he is late or not, at this point he's sweating he's been jogging for a while. He can make out his own musk perminating from his genitles, he then wipes the sweat off of his muzzle, looking down the large rectangular room, steel and iron blades, axes and maces line the walls while the area near the middle of the room being sand, which stretched the entire length of the hall. "You're late Vex!" a powerful voice shouts, being of his tall Equine trainer, Da'kal. Da'kal stands nearly 6'9'', powerful, defined muscles all over his body, he is currently wearing a light version of guard armor, being made of leather and some parts studded with steel. His frame being wide, but powerful. He sports his two warhammers at his belt. Vex flicks his vision immediatly to the imposing figure. "Look I had a rough mor-." His sentence is stopped with a smack to the front of his nose, Vex's furry paws quickly move to cover it, wincing in pain. "I hate your excuses Vex, I figured the son of a mayor would be much more responsible, one more tardy and your father will be involved, and don't be sorry, just fix it." Vex nods painfully and Da'kal points to the classroom of the hall. Vex quickly steps into the class, his classmates staring at him, all six of them. They've clearly heard everything. Vex flips up his leather cowl in embarresment, blushing under his golden fur. Da'kal enters the room, and resumes the lesson over flails, reveiwing the things Vex had missed. "Okay lesson over." Da'kal proudly annonces. "Time for your warm up." Da'kal then motions all of the students out of the class room and into the hall. "Touch your toes." Da'kal commands. The students, used to this completly by now follow along naturaly through a few other stretches. "Jumping-jacks, twenty of them. Ready, begin." Vex begins, however he first one gives a surprise. His sweaty, kiwi-sized gonads give his theighs a hearty slap. The sound is unmistakable. The class stops there jumping and crack up, all of them looking to Vex. Vex spots his crush, the young female golden-retrever, however she only looks to him, feeling sorry for him. This only makes Vex blush more. So red in fact, it's almost visible through his coat. "Okay okay, skip jumping-jacks today." Da'kal interrupts. The rest of the class goes rather normal, hitting wooden dummies with iron flails, etc. Vex, placing his combat-related belongings into his locker, he closes his locker door, reveiling his crush was behinde it. "Hey there." she says an a happy, upbeat tone. Vex looks to her and blushes slightly. "Oh hey..". Vex respondes, being a little flustered. "Hey, what happened today, I'm sorry that happened, especialy to some as nice as you." she states and relaxed manner. "Well, accidents happen I suppose." Vex sighs, still blushing a bit. "What's your name?" she askes while tilting her head slightly. "Vex, Vex Alisé." He quickly mutter out. "I'm Claire Linlee." She skips the handshake and moves straight to the hug, squishing her warm, furry cleveage on Vex's pecs. Vex quickly returns the hug and she releases. "I'll see you tommorw Vex, you won't be late will you? Claire askes, followed by a small giggle. "I'll try." Vex smiles, chuckling a bit himself. She throws her bag over her shoulder, walking out the door. The familar heat filling Vex's groin, he can fell his balls grow to there capacity, growing to baseball sized, his sheath twitches, he can feel his member growing within it. He groans. Da'kal approaching from behinde. "Time to go Vex, I wonder why you show up late and leave late too." Vex quickly turns around, giving him a nod, then quickly openning the door and leaving. Every motion he makes, his balls rub his theighs, he decides to walk bo-legged attempting to avoid attention. He begins his awkward trek through the large city once more, averting attention where he can.