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The bell's hollow ring warned Ian that it was time to go. The changing-room was still littered with his classmates, all of them hurrying to avoid the wrath of their Phys. Ed teacher and all of them glancing towards the door nervously as the ringing bell faded into silence.

Ian pulled on the blue briefs that were standard issue gym wear for all boys attending the school, his cock hard as the soft cotton of the briefs slid against it. A simple white shirt with St. Gregory High School emblazoned on the right breast did little to hide the ruff of white bellyfur that peeked from beneath its hem when the fox stretched.

"Hurry the hell up, boys!" The shout came from outside of the room and all of the boys re-doubled their efforts to finish dressing. Ian was out almost before their teacher had finished and he offered the tall husky a sheepish smile. Red canvas sneakers squeaked on the glossy wood of the gymnasium as the boy hurried towards his classmates, all of them huddled around the benches which lined the far wall.

"Anyone know what we're doing today?" A cheetah, arms crossed over his chest, asked the question to no-one in particular. He grinned as Ian trotted up to the crowd, "Late again, fox?"

"Any late you can walk away from, right Louis?" The fox answered with a grin of his own. He nudged a larger boy beside him, a bat. The bat just snorted at the answer, trying his best to look disinterested even as the hint of a flush crept into his cheeks.

"Aw shit, I'd almost forgotten about that! We thought we were going to have to drag you out of here on y'er ass after what he had you do, Louis." The cheetah's tease finally prompted the bat to speak but as his mouth opened, so did the door.

Girls!

Only a few trickled in at first, their sheepish looks into the gym leaving it clear they were unsure if this was where they were supposed to be.

"Come on in, ladies." It was the teacher again. The husky waved them in as he approached the group of staring boys. The girls wore outfits similar to the boys but with pink briefs and slightly higher-cut tops, more of their trim bellies and soft fur left exposed to the yearning stares of Ian and his classmates. "Alright, hustle up girls, lets get going." The girls responded promptly, a few beginning to move at a jog which jostled the mounds of their breasts beneath those thin shirts.

"Shit" thought Ian, unable to help but watch as a collie girl sauntered past him, his gaze following her, or at least her ass, as she passed; the fox could feel his dick grow a little bit harder in his uniform. None of the boys moved, though a few were muttering to each other before the teacher spoke again.

"Gentlemen?" Raising a brow the husky held an arm out towards the assembled girls, as if inviting his students to hurry their asses up and join them. The boys obliged and hurried, a few walking at a slower pace as they tried to draw the gaze of whichever girl they fancied out of the group. Some of the girls played along and were leering just as lewdly as their male counterparts, while others looked as uncomfortable as Ian felt. One or two even giggled as they sized up their soon-to-be opponents; everyone knew what was coming.

"Alright ladies, and ladies..." the husky's words drawing a few catcalls of protest from the boys, though he continued unfazed, "Lets get this started, shall we? The game is dodgeball. You know the rules; I don't think I need to explain the teams and I certainly don't want to hear any complaining." As the husky spoke he had begun to move through the crowd to a number of balls which had been piled up near the door to this office, seven or eight red rubber projectiles just waiting to be hurled. "So..." he turned to look expectantly at the gathered students, some of whom were already beginning to backpedal slowly would keep the sharp-eyed husky from noticing them, "Get to it!" he concluded at last, punctuating his short explanation of the activity by kicking the balls in random directions; the game was on.

Ian fell back immediately; he wasn't the largest in his class, or the fastest and certainly not the strongest, but dodgeball wasn't only about those things. Normally it was a game the fox loved, but today? Today there were girls on the other side of the gym and the boy needed to show them his best. Balls had begun to fly within seconds of the initial rush of cries which had marked the start of the game. The echoing sound of taunts, girls shrieking in surprise at each close call, and rubber impacting against the wood floors filled the gymnasium; Ian's ears pinned back at the racket.

The boy was focused, however. When a ball came his way he dodged it easily, ducking beneath the shot and turning on his heel to scoop it up as it came bouncing off the wall behind him. Even as he found himself with his first shot of the game, a whistle filled the air in a short blast.

"Mary, Eliminated!" Cried the husky as a lynx on the other team stomped her foot in frustration and trudged to the benches along the side. The game didn't pause for a second as the first player to fall made her exit, the lynx ducking around several shots aimed for other players before she took her seat with a huff. Ian hadn't paused either, hurling his ball at that collie who had caught his eye earlier; the girl dodged it with a shuffling slide to the left and a roll of her hips, her eyes catching Ian's and a smirk crossing her lips.

"Tyler, Eliminated!" The husky was as focused as Ian, looking for any hits so he could call the boy or girl who had been struck, out. "Nita, Eliminated!" the calls came fast and furious as Ian scrambled to avoid a shot that hit the bat behind him right in the chest, "Louis, Eliminated!" Again the whistle blew and Ian spared a short glance for the stiff-dicked bat, the look of disbelief on Louis' face turning to one of resentful acceptance as he made the march to the sidelines.

The benches were beginning to fill slowly, a number of both boys and girls knocked out already and watching almost bashfully as the game continued. Ian's cock ached as the teams began to thin out and he began to receive more attention. Ducking under a shot the fox scrambled towards the relative safety of the back wall, giving himself that extra second before a projectile reached him. More came swiftly, and one headed right for his face was grabbed out of the air by the fox.

"Tina, Eliminated!" cried the teacher. Ian couldn't help but grin, HE had done that. The squirrel whose toss he'd caught just pinned her ears back and slunk from the playing area, another girl gone! The fox almost got caught as he watched her- his kill- leave the game: the way her hips swayed slightly as she walked, the little ripples in the fabric of her briefs with each step and the way that same fabric hugged her curves so tautly; Ian could feel his dick throb as it shared his interest in the girl. A ball impacting right beside his head brought him back out of the clouds quickly, however.

Seven or eight players had been culled from each team, both sides relatively even in both number and skill with each other but the boys, being boys, had more to lose in this game and that fact wasn't lost on any of them. Determination flared in the young fox's mind as he gripped his weapon firmly, dick still aching but the feeling relegated to the back of his mind as he looked for a second 'kill'. The collie girl was still in the game, he didn't see her on the bench yet but the girls had begun to clump up and she was lost in the mass of pink-clad hips and poorly supported breasts.

Ian rushed the line as a ball zipped past his hip, missing him by an inch at most. When he reached it, he hurled the ball as though it were a flaming boulder, hot to the touch and anxious to be released. Ian realized he probably should have aimed it as it flew, but luck was a factor that played as much a role in these games as skill and it seemed to be on Ian's side today. A leopardess, who had picked an awful time to turn around to pick up a ball, squealed as Ian's ball struck her square in her ass. The girl jumped as a paw flew to her ass even as the whistle blew.

"Samantha, Eliminated!" The girl spun on her heels when the call was made and Ian couldn't help but notice the hard nipples pricking against her shirt while she looked wide-eyed for the one who had hit her. The fox retreated, cock jostling as he relished the satisfying strike. Samantha, her role in the game ended by the lucky foxboy, frowned as she turned to stroll from the court with as much dignity as she could maintain; the tomato red of her cheeks easy to see beneath her white facial fur no matter how hard she tried to keep her head high.

That's right, you're finished" thought the boy almost sadistically as a cocky grin spread across his lips. The cheetah standing beside Ian reminded the fox of his own mortality in the game however, a ball striking the feline square in the belly drawing a grunt from the feline. The fox was only a foot or two away and got a clear view of the strike, his ears pricking when the whistle came.

"Nathan, Eliminated!" The call left Ian shaken as Nathan left to join the others on the bench, the cheetah's hard cock still jutting up proudly into his briefs despite his unceremonious elimination. Ian was left standing alone as the feline left.

"Another two feet to the left and..." The thought left Ian weak in the knees inwardly, but he maintained the composure of an experienced player. He thought he was going to pop and cream his briefs as the thought continued to niggle in the back of his head, however.

When that collie girl scooped up a ball Ian was far too distracted to notice.

When she threw it, Ian was too busy to see it coming towards him.

When it hit his hip, Ian was too pent up to do anything but yelp loudly.

"Ian, Eliminated!" The call was almost instantaneous, only the sharp blast of the whistle preluding the humiliation that swept through the fox. He saw the collie grinning as she backed up quickly, escaping the danger that came with being too close to the centre line. Ian knew it had been her who had thrown it, though he hadn't seen it, and when her tongue poked out from between her lips teasingly the fox was certain.

Balls continued to zip back and forth as the battle continued, but for the fox it was the walk of shame. His cock ready to burst, warm flesh grinding against soft cotton, the boy made his way from the court, ducking around a mouse who didn't seem to even notice the fox's passing. When Ian took his spot on the bench he could feel his heart racing and was acutely aware of the way his dick was standing up straight, matching the swollen tents of the other vanquished boys who sat in a row beside him. With a sigh the boy resigned himself to his fate, blushing still as he squirmed on his rump. Watching the game continue from the sidelines Ian's attention stole over to the girl's side, watching her play... waiting for her turn to make the walk.

She watched her ball strike that fox in the hip and had to stifle the girlish giggle that bubbled up in her throat, got him! As she backpedalled she saw his gaze turn to her, the look on his face as priceless as that cute tent in his uniform; she had aimed for that, but would take any hit she could get. Sticking her tongue out as the boy turned to leave the game the girl felt a warmth in her briefs that seemed to flare as her stiff-dicked victim headed out.

"That's what you get for trying to take me out, boy" she thought before letting her attention drift back to the game. There were plenty of other boys to pick off, the fox not the first nor the last to fall to her today.