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*A/N: There will be a discussion of the male anatomy in this chapter. If this content is inappropriate for your age or illegal in your country then leave this webpage immediately *

(Sukura)

I knocked on the dorm room door to make sure that Pengu was decent. "Come in!" was heard from inside so I turned the knob and slipped inside.

"What a night." I said and Pengu nodded from his position on his bed. I jumped into mine and rested against the pillows. Pengu propped up his head on his pillows and I turned to look at him. "So now we have witches on campus. Perhaps it will prove interesting."

I nod and say "We still have class in the morning let us catch some rack time" With that both of us drifted off to sleep.

A blaring alarm clock screamed in my ears and I jumped about ten feet before looking at it groggily and smashing the snooze button. The clock gives a squeal of protest but because it is reinforced, I cannot break it as easily as I could a normal clock. I move over to the dresser and pull out some clothes and start the sleepily get dressed as the water comes on in the bathroom and I assume that Pengu is taking a shower.

I stretch out my tails and flex my paws making my claws come out and then I resheath them before turning my back on the bathroom as Pengu comes out and from the sounds; I hear he is getting dressed. "You can look I'm decent." He says and I do as he says.

The school uniform seems to fit him just right and looking down at myself I see that I chose my brightest sky-blue and pink shirt along with some tie die pants that match. The bell rang signaling breakfast and I reflect that it is too late to change now.

We step outside into the hall to join the melee when something strange happens. Someone in the crowd points to us both and the crowd splits as If Pengu and I had shoved them into the wall. It starts slowly but clapping starts. Then a cheer, then a full-blown roar, which makes Pengu and me nearly deaf.

We stumble down the hall to the cafeteria only to be met with more noise. So many people rush forward to shake our paws and many hands touch us. I begin to feel like a doll that is being passed from hand to hand because everyone must touch the doll they must do it in order to tell their friends about it and those friends tell their friends in succession.

Pengu and I make two circuits around the cafeteria sometimes close enough to touch paws sometimes so far away from each other that we can barely see each other's eyes. Finally, the crowd puts us down and disperses.

I took a deep breath and then smell perfume. I glance behind us to see Marissa smirking. "Couldn't have rescued us with a spell Ms. Witch?" I ask ever so sweetly.

She responds in kind "Oh no my dear it was much more fun watching the show." I laugh and say "Oh but why didn't you give me a script?" she hands us both a thick book with a flourish. On the cover are our names then underneath that the name of the coven written in curly script finally in the center marked by a cherry blossom and a Fox face on mine and shiny canine teeth on Pengu's are the words:

Book of Shadows

I give Marissa a questioning look. "You know I was joking right?" she nodded "Welcome to the Elemental Coven. Every member needs his or her own Book of Shadows. Use it to record your spells or just little bits of lore that you want to remember. Also that book will never run out of paper you can write in it until you die and it will still have plenty of unfilled pages."

"Well thanks then." the bell rang signaling we needed to head to our first class which was English. "See you at lunch Marissa."

We went down the hall to our English class and we both took a deep breath and held it as we stepped inside.

Nothing happened and I released my breath in a whoosh before taking my old seat in the back. Pengu takes the one across from me and the teacher Ms. Livingstone begins to pass out grammar worksheets. Everyone in the classroom groans and looks up at the ceiling as if the worksheets would vanish when they look down.

I peek and every worksheet is still there so I sigh and get to work burying my head in complex comma splices and quotation marks. By the time I finish my tails are lashing back and forth behind me and my head hurts from the effort. I glance over to see that Pengu has just finished his worksheet as well so I hold out my hand for it indicating that I will take it up for him.

Our paws linger a second to long when he hands me the sheet so I am blushing as I head up to the teacher's desk to turn in the worksheet. She draws out her red grading pen ever so slowly as I walk back to my seat and as I turn, I see the vicious slashes and cuts she makes on the paper taking out her displeasure on our hard-earned work.

Each drop of red ink could be a thousand troops on the battlefield each mistake she finds is a quotation or comma splice soldier that died. So many soldiers have fallen in this battle that it is a wonder that the class is not in mourning.

I glanced at the clock and saw that we still had thirty minutes of class left and so I opened my grammar book and flicked through it to pass the time.

Beside me, Pengu seems to be doodling with a few colored pencils and his tail is wagging back and forth so at least he is finding a better way to pass the time.

I returned to my book and as I hear footsteps approaching I retract my tails as I always do so whoever it is can reach their cubbyhole behind us and then leave. I turn a page without noticing the footsteps have stopped and scan down the line of conjunctions. I say them to myself softly as I trace my finger down the list. With a flourish, the teacher slams down my bloody paper and grins toothily at me.

I jump and almost knock the desk over but quickly recover. She seems to take evident pleasure in loudly explaining each mistake on my worksheet. There is no laughter to accompany her monotone only looks of sympathy from my fellow students.

Sadly, my temper ignites and I find myself speaking back to her. "Tell me where these worksheets were when I was being shot at? Would they have deflected bullets? Would they have kept me safe if I would have screamed quotations at the Strike Team? Would possibly knowing these damn things make me stronger when I fought those soldiers in hand to hand combat? No answer Ms. Livingstone; a pity I expected more."

She draws back her hand, a stinging slap sends my head snapping backwards, and my desk tumbles to the floor. Behind me, I hear growling but nothing else. I grow to realize that the growling I hear is my own mixed with Pengu's slightly softer tones.

I ever so slowly raise a paw to my face and access the damage. Then I carefully get to my feet and calmly right the desk. I sit down as if nothing has happened as if I did not get bitch slapped but I was calmly discussing the finer points of grammar with a caring teacher.

Taking his cue from me, Pengu stops growling as well and though I have to bite my tongue before I begin, I manage to say "Thank you Ms. Livingstone for explaining that worksheet. Thanks to your help I will be able to do better in the future." my words echo in the silence and though the teacher has a victorious gleam in her eye as she moves to her desk, she still pauses at my next sentence.

"But I still fail to see how my failings need to be articulated to the entire class." My voice is calm and reasonable as if we are engaged in a friendly debate. I rest my paws on my desk as if it is a throne as she turns back around and gives me the most hideous look I have ever seen. My face is stone, its marble and nothing will crack it I tell myself as I return her gaze coolly.

Then the bell sounds interrupting our silent little standoff and the class lets out a collective breath. I keep an eye on her while I bend down to get my things and wait until the masses of students are between us before using them as a screen to get out into the hall. We lock eyes as I go out in the hall and the door closes between us before I let my facade drop and take a deep breath.

I am sure her hand print is on my muzzle and while where I was hit, radiates with pain and throbs as the cool air touches it.

"She will be gunning for us tomorrow but for the rest of the day I think it's best to become nothing more than smoke and mirrors in our classes. Good thing I didn't bring my flowers along to class or she would be dead." I muttered to Pengu on our way to Science Class.

We still had sometime before the bell so I ducked into the restroom and when I emerged from my stall after flushing the toilet I made my way to the sink to see just how much damage the slap had done.

It was on the right side of my muzzle and there was some discoloration there and some swelling. I moved my jaw experimentally and then with my tongue probed the teeth around the area. My gums were tender around the area of the swelling but my teeth all seemed to be fine. I cupped some water in my paws, took a sip, and swilled it around my mouth. I spit it out and thought that it was nothing that would not heal on its own.

I came out and then started to run to class as the bell rang and the teacher Mr. Burt was closing the door. He held it open for me but I still was marked tardy on his clipboard.

It is of little consequence to me. We were covering the anatomy of the human body and though Pengu and I were decidedly not human, we did find it an interesting study.

Then again, I do not think out science teacher ever intended for us to use this knowledge on anything but the end of the year exams. Though I do not recall using any of the information we covered in this class during the shooting I am sure someone will find an excuse to bring it up.

A girl dressed in blue from head to toe waves at us and when class begins, she shares our lab table. "I am Marie from the Elemental Coven I control the water element." she told us and I shook her hand in my paw before turning my attention to Mr. Burt as he started to lecture after clearing his throat.

"Well today class we are going to split up. Girls you go with Mrs. Elsie into the next room and Guys you will stay with me." he intoned. The class split up and though Pengu and I were males, we still found ourselves looking at the teacher questionably.

On the corner of my paper, I scrawled a short note to Pengu and slid it to him. "Surely he isn't going to discuss their bits?" _ He bit back a giggle stuffing his paws over his muzzle until he had control of himself. He wrote back "_he very well might be. I wonder how different ours are from theirs" I nodded my head and wrote, "Well it can't be that different. Which reminds me what are we going to do about Furry Anatomy Class? The Owl flew the coop." Pengu shrugged indicating that he had no answer.

During out little exchange the teacher was waiting for the class to settle down. A diagram of human male genitals flashed up behind him from the projector and Pengu and I shared a loaded look before I raised my paw into the air. "Sir may we be excused? This doesn't have anything to do with us."

He did not answer but hit the projector two more times causing the human bits to slide into the far right and Fox furry bits to show in the center and wolf bits to show in the far left.

Pengu and I blushed down the roots of our fur. The other boys reacted in surprise then glanced back at me and Pengu so fiercely it felt like we were being eye raped.

The teacher coughed and spoke "We will be covering the genitals of ALL the boys in the class so no you may not be excused. You will be tested on each one. I hope you are well prepared."

The teacher started pointing out this and that on the human anatomy and Pengu and I took notes as fast as we could.

When the teacher reached my picture, I zoned out. An audible gasp came from the other boys when they learned that I had a knot at the base of my cock and that if I tied with a girl (which I never would) I would be stuck inside her for half an hour.

I instead just held Pengu's paw under the table as he endured the same thing. Thankfully, class finishes after he gives the lecture and Pengu and I bolt from the room not wanting to have to deal with the embarrassing situation any longer.

We made it to our next class, which was Math in record time. As a result, we got the most classwork. The rest of the class groaned with us as we finished each new scrap of paper because that meant we had just added to their workload.

The next class was study hall So Pengu and I took our notes from today's Science class and quizzed each other silently. A teacher was making rounds across the room but they never strayed towards us.

The time dragged and soon Pengu and I had memorized our notes and could recite them. We glanced around the room bored. The circling teacher sniffed the air and his nostrils flare almost as if he could scent the boredom in the air and stopped his rounds. He faced the class with a shark like grin. As one, the class recoiled from him and watched him wearily. He seemed to have a bit of a flair for the dramatic so it was funny when with a simple gesture from a girl he was unable to open his mouth.

I laughed with the rest of the class but I turned towards the girl and raised an eyebrow. However, she was too busy giggling to notice. I sighed and turned to Pengu and whispered. "I can't do anything to stop her and this IS funny. Still I might bring it up to Marisa later." He nodded and briefly gave my paw a squeeze before letting go.

"The teacher was busily clawing his face as if he was trying to pull invisible tape off of his face so I bit the very tip of my paw and walked over to him. I held him loosely in my tails, a single drop of blood sizzled in the air before him, and the magic became undone. He shoved me back from him screaming and I flipped over a desk.

Pengu helped me up and I brushed myself off rolling my eyes. "Seriously what is it with everyone wanting to shove me am I that frightening?" I said it loud enough that my question echoed throughout the whole study hall.

I gave Pengu a small smile then gathered my books and stuff as the echoing silence continued. "Caio" I said waving and heading off early to lunch. Pengu broke into a jog and followed me until he was beside me and grabbed my paw. "Seriously this is getting ridiculous." I said to him just before the bell rang.

We both jumped but we did manage to reach the end of the hall as the incoming tide engulfed us. For once I did not struggle against the masses but let them carry me while I kept a good grip on Pengu's paw.

In the lunch line I choose to eat a pork chop and macaroni along with green beans on the side and I grabbed 1% vanilla milk to complete my meal. I followed Pengu to our usal table only to find it occupied by Marrissa and her friends. There were two seats left so I pulled them out for us with my tails as soon as I was close enough.

"Ladies." I said respectfully as I sat.