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Here's part 2 of the series. It is M/M focused and features scenes of cub molestation, crossdressing, incest, and bondage. If you find any of the above mentioned subjects offensive, or you are under 18 years of age, please do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Ashton hurried through the doorway and into the warm, empty classroom. Nervous and frightened, the wolf pup bumped into several desks on his way to his seat in the middle of the front row. Ashton was trembling, trying frantically to cover himself, several spread-out paper towels clutched against his thighs.

Mr. Lawrence followed casually, closing the door behind him. The tall hyena flipped the lights and walked over to his desk, scratching lightly at the collar of his button-down work shirt. He pulled his chair out and sat at his desk, pausing for a moment afterwards to close his eyes and massage the bridge of his nose, pushing his frameless glasses a bit farther up. Several moments of tense silence followed, as Ashton continued to tremble.

"Mr. Bartley," the hyena said, breaking the silence as the musculature about his shoulders relaxed. "You want to explain to me exactly what was going on in that restroom?" The teacher reached to the side of his desk, grabbing the base of a corded telephone and sliding it in within easier reach.

"I..." the wolf cub stammered, looking around nervously. Blushing, he cast a glance at the floor. "Well, I..."

"What's wrong with your legs?" Mr. Lawrence asked, raising his voice slightly and interrupting the wolf cub. Ashton simply sat silent, looking down, and clutched the paper towels even tighter against his thighs and waist. The tall hyena stood up abruptly, his chair sliding backwards into the wall. The teacher rounded his desk and moved next to Ashton, all in four strong, measured strides. He dropped to one knee and slowly put a broad, strong paw upon his student's slender forearm, closing in with a strong but reserved grip and pulling Ashton's arm away from his body. Ashton's paw slowed its trembling and relaxed its grip; half the paper towels fell to the floor.

"'The hell?" the teacher blurted out, his blue eyes fixed upon the gray plaid skirt that clung tenderly to the student's waist. Shocked, the hyena quickly moved his paw to the hem of the skirt, lifting it up, and caught a glance of Ashton's small erection, confined behind the fabric of a pair of pink, floral printed panties. Mr. Lawrence withdrew his paw immediately, stood up, and backed away slowly, a startled expression on his face. The articles on the hyena's desk shook as he absently backed his rear into the front of the furniture. Several moments passed in silence before the hyena relaxed his expression, drawing and exhaling a deep breath.

"I think I'm starting to get the picture," he said calmly. Ashton was no longer shaking in fear; he simply sat with an embarrassed gaze and a lightly twitching nose, a look of acute anxiety slowly creeping into his expression. The teacher approached Ashton, bent over a bit, and examined the crumpled sleeves of his disheveled button-down shirt. The teacher pulled the sleeve up gently, revealing the pink fabric of the snug pink sweater Ashton had pilfered from his sister.

"Stay right there," he commanded, holding up a single claw and shooting Ashton a dominant look. The teacher turned and walked away from Ashton. Mr. Lawrence opened the door to the classroom and stepped outside, leaving the door ajar behind him.

"Kent!" he called out raising a paw in sudden recognition. A tall, middle aged tiger walked up to the teacher, returning the signaled greeting. "Listen," Mr. Lawrence started, leaning towards the tiger, "do you, by any chance, happen to have a loner pair of gym shorts you can let me borrow?

"Why?" the tiger questioned dryly. Mr Lawrence leaned in closer, lowering his voice.

"There's a bit of a... situation. It's sort of an emergency."

"What size?" the feline replied, a look of understanding springing into his expression.

"Medium," Mr. Lawrence replied. "No, wait..." he added abruptly, his tone shifting. "Better make that a small."

"I'll see what I got. There's plenty of mediums, but I can't guarantee a small."

"Either would be fine," the hyena responded.

"I'll go get them now," the tiger stated, moving away.

"Thanks, Kent," Mr. Lawrence replied. "Just knock when you have them, please."

Mr. Lawrence stepped back into the class room, shutting the door behind him. He calmly walked between Ashton's desk and his own. Turning to face the student, he lightly hopped up into a seated position on the edge of his own desk. He crossed his arms and cocked his head slightly, staring at Ashton.

"Am I in trouble?" the student inquired spontaneously, in a nervous tone.

"The way I see it," the hyena replied calmly, "we can do one of two things. Either we can end this conversation, and I can call your parents," he continued, pausing to note the look of shock and horror that came over the young wolf's expression. "Or," he went on, pausing to adjust his glasses, "you can stay here in detention, and we can work something out." The cub's expression and posture relaxed at the mention of the second option. "Can you take the late bus home today?" the teacher asked.

"Yes," the student replied, his ears perking up. The hyena rounded his desk, sat down in his chair, and began to rummage through some papers. After several minutes of awkward silence, he paused and looked up. Mr. Lawrence opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"That was fast," he muttered, getting up and heading to the door. Ashton fidgeted in his seat as his teacher had a few words with the tiger. Ashton's heart was racing once more, and he swallowed hard. The weariness in his muscles and the dull ache in his groin had gradually resided, and he felt a familiar tingle in his lap. His mind raced, shuffling through images of the apple, his sister, his comatose father...

A quiet click awoke him from his introspection as Mr. Lawrence gently locked the door. The teacher returned to his chair and swiveled towards the blackboard, picking up a sizeable piece of chalk. He held it out over the desk and looked into Ashton's eyes.

"Come to the board," he ordered softly. The student got up from his desk and walked up to the teacher. He stopped as he came close, glancing downwards. The hyena assertively extended his arm, holding out the chalk within Ashton's reach. The cub, without raising his eyes, bashfully reached up and gripped the chalk with a diminutive paw. Ashton gave a mild tug, but the chalk did not move at all. Slowly, he looked up into his teacher's deep, blue eyes. Mr. Lawrence smiled warmly and released his grip, leaving the chalk in his student's paw.

"I want you to write on the board," the teacher remarked. Ashton approached the blackboard and stood there nervously, fiddling with the chalk and looking to his teacher for further instruction. He shifted his legs uncomfortably as the erection beneath his panties stiffened further. Mr. Lawrence leaned back in his chair, stretching his muscles as he extended his arms. He interlaced his paws, first stretching them forward, and then holding them behind his head. He leaned back into his paws, looking up at the ceiling.

"How about," he continued, engaged in thought, "I, Ashton, will not masturbate in the bathroom stalls." Leaning forward, Mr. Lawrence resumed his gaze towards the student and crossed his arms in front of himself, his musculature slightly stretching the fabric of his shirt sleeves. Ashton timidly approached the board, holding the chalk in his right paw, and reached as far up as he could manage. He was a diminutive little pup, and his small stature limited his reach. He placed the tip of the chalk against the board.

"Whoa, whoa," the teacher started, shifting to an upright in his chair. "Hold on there," he commanded. "You've got a lot of writing to do. It would be best if you started from the top." With this, Ashton's teacher got up from his chair and walked to a back corner of the room. The hyena reached down, grabbing a small, solid wooden chair from a stack in the corner. Ashton looked on with a glint of desire in his eyes, admiring the hyena's toned rump through the seat of his pants. The teacher easily picked up the chair, lifting it up about his shoulders as if it were weightless, and carried it over to his student.

"Here," he said, lightly brushing Ashton aside and setting the chair on the ground. Mr. Lawrence rotated the chair so that its backside faced away to the right. The hyena then backed up and looked to Ashton, motioning for him to climb atop. As Ashton approached the chair, the teacher reached forward and firmly wrapped his large, strong paws firmly around the cub's slender waist. The teacher's gentle but firm grip completely encircled Ashton's abdomen. Mr. Lawrence's paws felt strong and warm, and Ashton's body shuddered slightly beneath his tender touch.

With a single effortless motion, Ashton's teacher lifted him into the air, placing his feet upon the chair. The hyena held steady for a moment to ensure that Ashton had a solid balance atop the chair. It was broad and sturdy, but Mr. Lawrence did not want to take any chances with the cub's safety.

"Careful," the teacher said concernedly as he slowly released his grip, walking away and seating himself in his chair. He rolled the chair forward a bit, finding an optimal vantage point before settling in and leaning back in the seat.

Ashton felt flushed all over, his heart pounding, mind racing, cock throbbing. He swallowed nervously before bringing the chalk up to the corner of the board. He began to write... I, Ashley, will

"Who the hell is Ashley?" the hyena barked, confused. The student froze, the realization of his mistake slowly setting in. The student cast a guilty glance towards the teacher, whose eyes were filled with what he perceived to be anger.

Several moments passed as the two maintained eye contact. After several seconds, Mr. Lawrence's expression changed drastically, obvious signs of understanding rushing to his features.

"Ohhh..." he mused, grinning wide as he scanned Ashton's body, focusing on the rump. Ashton's tail was wagging slowly through a hole in the back of the short skirt. "You mean..." he continued, bringing a paw to his muzzle. The situation tickled him greatly.

Mr. Lawrence began to chuckle loudly. Ashton blushed profusely, casting his eyes once more to the floor. He felt as though he were an inch tall. The hyena's laughter continued, building, until he threw back his head and belted out a hideous cackle that pierced mercilessly through the room. Mr. Lawrence immediately brought his paws up to his muzzle to stifle the laugh. His laughter died down to a chuckle, and then a snicker, and then, silence. He wiped a bit of moisture from the corner of his eye, and drew a heavy breath, gathering his composure.

"Okay, 'Ashley,'" he said at length. "That's fine. Please, continue." Ashton turned his eyes back to the board, raising the chalk to continue his sentence. I, Ashley, will not...

The cub froze when he reached the fifth word. His lips moved slightly as he tried to silently sound out the new word.

"Um... Mr. Lawrence?"

"Yes?"

"How do you spell... mast... mast..."

"Masturbate," the teacher interrupted in a paternal tone that sent a flash of heat through Ashton's groin.

"Masturbate..." Ashton said, paying attention to the syllables as he formed them slowly.

"Do you even know what the word means?" the teacher inquired, shifting in his seat. Ashton shook his head slowly, embarrassed. "Well," the instructor continued, "if you don't know what the word means, then you're not going to learn anything from this exercise, now are you?" Ashton dropped his head and rolled his eyes upwards, glancing at his teacher sheepishly. Rising from his chair, Mr. Lawrence rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and approached Ashton from the rear.

The adult hyena gently grasped the student's right arm, guiding the chalk to the board. He placed his other paw on Ashton's left arm, gripping lightly. He tenderly ran his hand down Ashton's forearm, eventually grasping the backside of the student's paw, interlacing his claws with Ashton's. Slowly, the teacher guided the student's arm downwards, placing the tiny paw up against Ashton's abdomen. The teacher slowly guided the paw downwards, past the stomach, past the waist, and underneath the shirt.

Ashton was shaking all over. He shut his eyes hard, wondering whether or not this was all a dream. Ashton's earlier experience had given the day an incredibly surreal flavor, and his thoughts ran scrambled as his hand was eased up and down along his bare tummy, and finally towards the waistline of his panties.

Mr. Lawrence stepped forward a bit, his broad chest grazing Ashton's back. The hyena rested his muzzle on the student's right shoulder from behind. Ashton's ear twitched as he felt the warmth of his teacher's breath against his fur. The teacher tightened his grip on Ashton's paw and swiftly guided it down, underneath the waistline of the panties, bringing it to rest atop Ashton's erection.

"M... a..." the teacher spoke the letters softly into the cub's ear, glancing up at the board as he maneuvered Ashton's claws beneath his undergarment, spreading the modest paw out over the white-furred balls and small erection. The teacher then applied slow, tender motions, upwards and down atop the cub's package. Mr. Lawrence loosened his grip on the back of the cub's paw, holding on loosely for a few moments before removing his paw from Ashton's completely. Ashton continued the motion his teacher had started, playing with himself and moaning softly as he struggled to write the letters legibly on the board.

"S... t..." the teacher continued, with that paternal tone creeping back into his voice. He playfully nipped at the student's ear, breathing hotly. Ashton groaned, convulsing slightly as he began to fondle himself more tenaciously. Ashton shut his eyes impulsively. The "s" he was writing on the board was jagged and barely legible. His chalk having reached the tail end of the letter, Ashton's grip on the chalk tensed in reaction to the pleasure he was deriving from the affection.

As Ashton struggled to begin writing the "t," his teacher reached his muscular arms around his student, bringing his large paws to rest upon the cub's collar. Gently, he began unbuttoning Ashton's soiled shirt. Ashton had scarcely finished the letter he was on when Mr. Lawrence, having undone the final button, let out a low growl that sent a shiver down Ashton's spine. The wolf cub felt his teacher's sharp teeth graze his shoulder slowly as they made their way towards the back of his neck, where they clamped down upon the collar of his shirt.

Mr. Lawrence gently pulled the somewhat over-sized shirt backwards. Ashton dropped his arms, the chalk still gripped in his paw, as the hyena eased the shoulders of the shirt down, back, and over the pup's slender arms.

The teacher stepped back, admiring Ashton's feminine ensemble. The sweater clung to his slender frame, and the short skirt provided a generous view of the wolf's pantied rump. Ashton's arms remained at his sides as Mr. Lawrence closed in once again, snuggling in behind the cub, feeling the warmth of his body through the clothing. The hyena briskly slapped his paw against Ashton's tender bottom. An impassioned sigh escaped the student's lips as the adult's strong, large paw easily gripped an entire ass-cheek.

"Keep writing," the hyena instructed, squeezing gently. Ashton hesitantly raised the chalk back to its previous position. "U..." the teacher continued, gently massaging the pup's rump. Ashton continued his efforts, trying desperately to hold the chalk completely still as he wrote. As Ashton continued to write, Mr. Lawrence placed his free paw on Ashton's other cheek.

Ashton shuddered as he felt the teacher's strong paws slowly spread his ass-cheeks apart. A gust of cold air assaulted his warm bottom as the teacher maneuvered a claw up towards his student's tailhole.

A baffled look played out over the instructor's face as he felt the paper towels, wadded up and plugged deeply into the student's anus. Slowly, Mr. Lawrence pulled the outermost towel from the child's rump. The cub moaned as the moist paper towel slid out of him, inch by inch. Once the first paper towel was completely removed, Mr. Lawrence leaned in for a closer look. Ashton felt the teacher's moist nose graze against the circumference of his tailhole. The hyena sniffed about, his nose twitching.

"Ugh," the teacher blurted out, recoiling and quickly bringing a paw to his nose. Several moments passed, as Ashton continued to struggle with the chalk, his left paw still fondling his private parts. The teacher reached in deeply, pulling out another wad of paper. Ashton could feel the stale fluids oozing dryly downwards through his bowels.

"Oh, that is just wrong," the teacher remarked as he shook his head. As the teacher drew his muzzle towards the student's rump once more, he heard a clattering sound from above him. Glancing upwards, he found that Ashton had finished writing the "u," and was now gripping the chalk hesitantly, unsure of how to continue. The shuddering of the pup's body was causing his hand to shake, the terminal end of the chalk tapping rapidly against the board.

"R..." the teacher continued. Ashton began to write further. What little concentration Ashton could muster, however, was shattered when he felt his teacher's muzzle bury itself into his ass, the hyena's broad, strong tongue sliding forcefully into the cub's anus. The teacher alternated between relentless, almost violent tongue-penetration and soft, loving licks upon the outside of the student's rump.

"Unnh..." the student groaned, sliding the chalk vertically up the board, slowly forming the sixth letter. The invasive tongue bath continued, sending the young student's heart aflutter. It felt so very right, so very perfect... the cub felt happier than he ever had before, his tail wagging eagerly, his face deeply flushed.

After several seconds that seemed like minutes, the teacher removed his tongue and proceeded to playfully nip at Ashton's bottom. The student quivered as the teacher's teeth pressed down tenderly, over and over again, his breath saturating the pup's fur with welcome warmth. Ashton lost all focus upon his work, his writing halting abruptly. Absently, the student's grip intensified as his arm dropped, the chalk tracing a jagged, errant line down the blackboard.

Ashton's eyes widened as he felt his teacher withdraw completely. The student whimpered softly in protest. Moments later, Ashton felt the denim of his teacher's jeans as the hyena closed in, wedging the bulge of his crotch between the student's ass-cheeks. The student's left paw ceased its fondling as his body convulsed. A loud snapping sound resounded through the room as the chalk in Ashton's paw broke in two, unable to withstand further pressure against the board. Ashton felt the strong paws of his teacher gently wrap themselves around his slender waist.

Ashton dropped the chalk to the floor as he was lifted up off the chair by his teacher, who proceeded towards his desk with the cub in his grasp. Mr. Lawrence seated the pup on the edge of the broad desk, pulling up his own rolling chair and taking a seat. The teacher rolled his seat forward, placing his paws on Ashton's exposed thighs. The student shifted nervously.

"So, Miss Bartley," the teacher murmured playfully, gently massaging one of the student's thighs as he spoke. "Tell me," he continued, smiling warmly, "what does it feel like, having a boy touch you... down there," he finished, with a small nod towards Ashton's crotch.

"Well," the student started, blushing. Ashton had initially felt pangs of fear as he was lifted away from the board, but the gentle massaging motions of Mr. Lawrence's strong paw against the pup's tender thigh had melted all apprehension away from his mind. "It felt good," he admitted, gaining confidence as he gazed into his teacher's understanding eyes.

"Has a grown man ever touched you? Down there, I mean," the teacher inquired. Ashton bashfully shook his head in response. The teacher's smile widened. The hyena slid his strong paw, still massaging the student's leg, up further and further along the thigh, towards the crotch area.

"Ashton," the teacher continued calmly, dropping his tone and growing more serious. "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at me in class." Ashton blushed profusely, dropping his eyes away from his teacher's. "Look at me, Ashton," the teacher commanded paternally, the motion of his paw halting. Ashton slowly brought his eyes back up, returning his teacher's gaze. The adult hyena resumed his massaging, sliding his palm further in along the student's fur, finally bringing his paw to rest over the student's balls. As he kept his palm over the student's genitals, he began to massage the cub's erection with his middle claw.

Ashton moaned in ecstasy, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes. The teacher continued fondling the pup with his strong, steady paw. The student began to pant lightly, his heart racing. He opened his eyes, his gaze upon the ceiling.

"Do you like me, Ashton?" the teacher asked in a tender tone.

"Yes," the student responded instantly, practically cutting his teacher off.

"Tell me," the hyena continued, dropping his eyes and gazing lovingly at the pup's package as he continued his fondling. "What is it about me that you like?"

"I... I like the way you smell," the young wolf stammered breathlessly.

"Is that why you sit so close to my desk?" the teacher asked with a chuckle, his voice full of amusement. Ashton nodded frantically, blushing harder. It was true; every morning, Ashton would eagerly rush to get to class early, so that he might preempt his teacher's arrival. In doing so, he guaranteed himself an audience to the teacher's morning entrance. It was often the high point of his day... the door swinging open, Mr. Lawrence sauntering in, the soft musk and the mild scent of his grooming products blending into the breeze that followed, finding their way into the pup's sensitive nostrils, flooding him with warm, pleasurable sensations. "What else," the teacher continued, taking his free paw and playfully gliding one of his claws up the student's quivering thigh.

"Your eyes," the student added quickly, dropping his muzzle and resuming eye contact with his instructor. Mr. Lawrence casually removed his classes, setting them aside. He smiled, gazing warmly into Ashton's eyes. Ashton smiled in response.

"And what is it," the teacher continued, rising slightly from his chair and bringing his muzzle up to Ashton's, "that you like about my eyes?" The hyena had brought himself face to face with the cub, whose pulse quickened further as he gazed longingly into his teacher's deep, sapphire eyes. Ashton had never seen his teacher without his glasses before... it was absolutely breathtaking.

"They... they're pretty," the cub started softly, trying to catch his breath. "They..." the pup continued.

Mr. Lawrence stole the words from the pup's mouth as he leaned in and wrapped his lips around Ashton's. Ashton's eyes opened wide, the soft murmur of his muffled words buzzing mutely behind the teacher's cheeks. The kiss was unexpected, but not unwelcome. The student gradually relaxed, slowly closing his eyes before returning the kiss. Student and teacher playfully wrestled each other with their tongues, moaning softly. After several passionate moments, the adult withdrew from the kiss, leaving Ashton hungrily lapping at the air.

"What else?" Mr. Lawrence whispered into the student's ear, before maneuvering his muzzle downwards and nipping at the cub's neck. The student tilted his muzzle back slightly, granting his teacher easier access to his tender throat. The teacher continued to fondle Ashton with his right paw as he brought his left up to the student's tummy, wrapping his grip around Ashton's waist and playfully thumbing the cub's naval with his terminal claw.

"Your paws," the cub added impulsively. A devilish grin crept over the teacher's expression.

"Anything..." the teacher started in a hushed, lustful tone as he drew in closer, breathing warmly upon the student's face. "...Else?" he inquired, ending his sentence in a tone fully saturated with desire. The hyena's eyelids relaxed as he smoothly scanned Ashton's childish curvature with hungry eyes. The instructor gently grasped the student's wrists, pulling his arms into the air. Ashton's heart skipped a beat as he felt his paws being pressed up against the teacher's firm, clothed pectorals.

Ashton trembled visibly, withdrawing his gaze. He was overwhelmed by sensation. Slowly, hesitantly, he rotated his wrists from within the teacher's firm grasp, massaging the teacher's muscular chest with the palms of his paws. The Ashton's paws gradually slowed their motions as the cub meekly looked up into his teacher's eyes, terrified of what he might find there.

Mr. Lawrence set Ashton at ease with a warm glance of absolute approval. The adult hyena smiled softly, his eyes impregnated with tender affection towards the young cub. Slowly, Mr. Lawrence nodded to the pup, assuring Ashton that it was okay to proceed. As Ashton resumed his gentle circular massaging, his teacher released the student's wrists, allowing the pup to explore on his own.

Ashton's paws gradually made their way up to the button on the collar of Mr. Lawrence's shirt. As he ran a claw overtop the button, he froze, throwing his teacher an uneasy glance. The hyena responded by gently nudging his muzzle up against Ashton's. The young wolf was filled with gratification and confidence as he slowly undid the button on the garment. He slid his claw down to the next button, pausing. Mr. Lawrence rewarded him once more, giving the cub a brisk, gentle lapping. Ashton moved further and further down, each singular button providing him with a small victory which flooded his every orifice with excitement.

As the pup undid the final button, his teacher gave a relieved sigh, swiftly pulling the shirt down from his muscled shoulders before discarding it on the floor nearby. Mr. Lawrence then loosened, but did not remove, his necktie. After all, he still had business to attend to.

Ashton ran the palms of his paws tenderly up and down the rock-hard ridges of his teacher's abdominal musculature. The pup's body trembled.

"You like that?" the teacher inquired softly, smiling at the pup. Ashton nodded excitedly, his eyes lit with joy. As the cub's paws slid further up, his palms gradually came to rest upon the teacher's nipples. Mr. Lawrence began to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. Ashton quivered in anticipation as he heard the sound of the zipper being undone, followed by the soft sound of clothing falling to the floor. Once more, the hyena gripped the student's wrists tenderly, this time guiding his paws down to the panties about his waist. Ashton complied with the unspoken request, slowly pulling his underwear down.

Ashton's paws halted abruptly as he had the panties down half-way. He tugged, but to no avail; the soft cotton material of his panties had become caught on his diminutive erection. Ashton moaned as he felt the teacher's strong paws softly move in, gently easing the waistband outwards and down past his erection . As Mr. Lawrence slid the panties down his student's legs, he looked to cub inquisitively, a cheshire grin spreading across his expression.

"They call you names?" the teacher asked calmly, pulling down his boxers and allowing his thick, six inch member and large, brown-furred balls to bounce free.

"Bitch," the pup replied, a tone of triumph buried in his trembling voice. He wagged his tail happily.

"Bitch," the teacher responded in a tone of mock curiosity. "Tell me, Ashton," he continued, "do you know what that word means?" The pup's expression grew uncertain, his tail-wagging slowing considerably.

"Well..." the student started nervously.

"But you like the sound of it?" the teacher interrupted, drawing an excited nod from the student. Mr. Lawrence playfully brushed a paw across Ashton's balls, causing them to shake gently. Ashton's flesh trembled in response. "Come here," the teacher instructed firmly, lifting Ashton off of the desk and carrying him back by the chair near the blackboard. Setting the student down gingerly, the teacher rotated the chair so that its back was up against the blackboard. He then scooted the chair away from the board a bit. The grinding of the chair legs along the tiled floor made Ashton cringe.

"Bend over the chair," the teacher commanded firmly. The pup complied, getting down on his knees and bending over. His chest came to rest on the seat of the chair. Shaking visibly, Ashton rested his head upon his paws, staring directly at the wall before him. A touch of fear found its way into Ashton's core then, as he was forced into a position that provided him absolutely no visual contact with his teacher. Unable to see what was going on, he whimpered softly, his bottom trembling.

Mr. Lawrence placed a reassuring paw upon the small of the prone student's back. Ashton's muscles tensed initially in response to the touch, but then gradually relaxed as the teacher began to massage them softly. Ashton felt another broad, strong paw then, as Mr. Lawrence coolly wrapped his grip around the side of Ashton's waist. The teacher got down on his knees behind Ashton, positioning himself much in the same manner as Bradley had the previous night, in Taylor's bedroom. Ashton shut his eyes tightly, recalling the image from the night before, when he had walked in on his sister and her boyfriend. Slowly, the adult hyena leaned in, positioning his muzzle within inches of Ashton's ear. The warmth of the teacher's measured breaths made Ashton moan softly.

"A Bitch," the teacher explained, placing strong emphasis on that second word, "is... 'one who willingly raises her rump.'" The hyena massaged the pup's back lovingly as he spoke. " A Bitch," he continued, "is someone who wants, very badly, to be..." the teacher paused, removing his right paw from Ashton's waist and gripping his own thick shaft. "...Fucked," he snapped in a fierce whisper, shoving the head of his dick up against Ashton's tailhole. Ashton gasped, his body convulsing, causing the chair to shudder on its legs. Ashton's tail slowly raised up into the air, twitching excitedly, the fabric of his flared skirt swaying about. "Are you familiar with the term?"

"Fuck..." the student whispered hesitantly, expecting to be reprimanded. Ashton raised his bottom slightly, pressing his tailhole up against his teacher's member. Mr. Lawrence responded by rubbing Ashley's rump gently with his left paw, his right guiding his cock as he proceeded to 'grind the corn' around the rim of the pup's sphincter, stretching it ever so slightly. Several moments of silence passed before the adult hyena, satisfied with the cub's response, withdrew his cock, pulling it an inch or so away from the student's rear. Ashton quivered, his muscles going limp. Spitting into his palm, Mr. Lawrence began to lubricate his dick.

"Tell me, Ashley," he whispered, leaning in. "Are you a bitch?"

"Y...yes," the student whispered softly, through a shudder.

"Speak up," Mr. Lawrence instructed in a stern tone. "Articulate," he continued, articulating the word itself as he spoke it.

"I'm a bitch," the student responded, slowly and clearly. The pup then arched his slender back, raising his rump upwards until his sphincter came once again into contact with the head of his teacher's dick.

"We're on your time now, Ashton," the teacher said calmly into the pup's ear. As he spoke, the muscular hyena gently placed a broad paw atop Ashton's head, petting him softly. "Instruct me." The cub trembled, unsure of how to respond. Mr. Lawrence leaned in closer. "Tell your teacher how you want it."

"Inside," Ashton asserted impatiently, his voice remaining steady. The teacher began to apply pressure. The pup moaned as his tailhole was spread open slowly. "Unnh," the pup shuddered, wincing lightly as the teacher pushed deeper in, stopping after he had inserted himself two inches into the young wolf.

"More," the student insisted, the volume of his voice rising a bit. Grinning, the teacher brought both paws down along Ashton's back, resting them on his ass-cheeks. The hyena spread the cheeks apart as he pushed deeper in. "Ohh..." the student moaned in delight. He clutched the edge of the chair seat tightly, his claws digging into the wood. Mr. Lawrence inserted himself further, inch by inch, until his entire throbbing member was buried deeply inside the cub's rump.

"Goddam," the teacher muttered, impressed at the small student's ability to take his length. Ashton's anal muscles tightened around the teacher's cock, causing the hyena to grunt in pleasure. "You ARE a bitch," the teacher continued with a chuckle. "Shit," he grunted, pulling back, one inch at a time. The puppy was very tight, but the hyena increased his efforts, slowly beginning to pump his member rhythmically, causing Ashton to squeal with glee.

"Harder!" Ashton barked desperately. The wood splintered beneath his grip as his teacher began to pound him vigorously. Ashton's cock throbbed as he felt the teacher's six glorious inches slide in and out, caressing every nook with his thick, throbbing cock. "Fuck..." the pup whimpered, panting.

"You got a dirty fuckin' mouth, Miss Bartley," the teacher replied, breathing heavily. He slapped a paw against Ashton's ass as he continued to fuck the cub. Ashton swiveled his hips, eager to join in the motion, grinding himself against his teacher's musculature. The teacher's large balls bounced across Ashton's underside, brushing by the back of his own small genitals with each impact.

"Fuck..." the student muttered softly, exhausted. "Fuh..." He was sweating lightly. Mr. Lawrence placed his paw tenderly upon Ashton's package, causing the pup to shudder breathlessly. The adult hyena gripped the student's tiny shaft between his strong forefinger and thumbclaw. Ashton sighed out in pleasure as the teacher slid his two claws gently up to the small wolf's tip, where they found a generous coating of pre-cum. The teacher rubbed forefinger and thumb together rapidly, moistening his grip while simultaneously massaging the wolf's tiny dickhole.

The wolf cub cried out, overwhelmed with passion. The hyena, still maintaining his lustful thrusts in and out of his prey, began jacking off the cub's prick rapidly, occasionally slowing his motion on the way down, extending his thumb for a moment to massage Ashton's balls. "Mr. Lawrence," the student groveled longingly. He was in love.

"Fuck!" The teacher cried out as he fucked the cub mercilessly, approaching climax. "Goddam... ugh..." he moaned as he continued to jack the cub off.

"Fuck," the student replied in whispered agreement.

Mr. Lawrence grunted heavily, rapidly, and finally cried out in a dominant, victorious fashion. "Yes! Yes..." the teacher declared triumphantly as he blew his load, shooting a generous volume of hot hyena seed deep into the cub's rump.

"Fuck," the student whispered once more, trembling, as he was wracked with an earth-shattering orgasm, cumming generously into his teacher's paw.

"Got a dirty FUCKIN' mouth," the teacher barked. "Come here!" The hyena forcefully grabbed Ashton by the neck with his left paw and drew him close in, so that the back of the pup's head was braced up against his teacher's chest. Mr. Lawrence placed a thumbclaw under Ashton's muzzle and tilted it upwards. He then maneuvered his paw to the underside of the cub's lower jaw, gently pulling it down and opening Ashton's mouth. Mr. Lawrence brought Ashton's warm load, still pooled in his large, cupped right paw, up above the student's hungry mouth. The adult hyena tipped his paw over, causing the pool of cum to slide into the pup's mouth and down his throat. Ashton's mouth closed, his tongue lapping as he gladly swallowed his teacher's load.

"Gotta wash out that filthy fuckin' mouth," the teacher snapped in an abrasive tone, grabbing Ashton by the shoulders. The teacher withdrew his hips, leaking the last of his load out of his semi-firm cock as he slid it slowly out of the cub's rump. Ashton shuddered as the head of his teacher's dick popped out of the cub's tailhole. Ashton smiled contently at the feel of the warm seed inside of him. Mr. Lawrence quickly spun the student around and then, placing a strong paw atop the cub's head, forced him downwards.

Backing up a step, the hyena successfully guided Ashton to his knees. Ashton opened wide, gazing upwards submissively into his teacher's big beautiful eyes. Mr. Lawrence forcefully thrust Ashton's head back and forth on his dick, forcing the student to deepthroat him. Ashton wrapped his lips around the member, suckling at it greedily. The cub's tongue danced about his teacher's meat, licking off the remainder of the hyena's cum. Mr. Lawrence continued maneuvering the pup's head back and forth, gradually slowing as he panted and moaned softly. The student made several suckling noises, his big brown eyes sparkling with submissive adoration for his instructor as his gaze remained fixed on his teacher's.

"Good," the hyena panted, breathing heavily and wiping sweat from his brow. "Good. Now get dressed," he continued in a casual tone, reaching across the desk and grabbing the loner shorts. Ashton bowed his head wistfully, bending down to collect his button-down shirt. The teacher tossed the student the shorts.

The two got dressed, still breathing heavily. The smell of musk hung thickly about the air. Ashton meekly slid the gym shorts up and over his skirt, concealing his transvestitism. He continued, buttoning up his shirt overtop the soft sweater.

"Ashton," the teacher said sternly, grabbing the student's attention. Ashton turned to look at his teacher, who was once again wearing his jeans and belt, and was in the process of buttoning up his own shirt. "Listen... you cannot tell anybody about what we've just done here," he instructed firmly. "If you do talk about it to someone... then Mr. Lawrence is going to have to go away. Permanently. We wouldn't want that now, would we?" The cub blushed, shaking his head emphatically. "Good," the hyena continued, just as the last bell rung.

"The buses," Ashton stammered. His mind racing; the overpowering strength of his orgasm had sent him into a powerful daze.

"You'd better get going, Mr. Bartley," the teacher said, opening the door. "Don't want to miss the bus." The student gathered up his backpack, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as the realization set in that he had to leave. The wolf cub quickly scampered through the exit and into the hall. "Ashton!" he heard his teacher call after him. "Do you have your math homework?" Ashton's face lit up as he halted in his tracks and slowly turned around. He nodded, running back over to his teacher. He fumbled through his pack for a few moments before producing the homework.

"Great," the teacher said approvingly. "You're a good student," he added with a smile. Ashton's eyes went wide as he remembered the present that was hidden deep down in the side pocket of his pack. He knelt down and retrieved the object.

"This is for you," he said, blushing, as he handed the teacher the green apple. The teacher smiled, amused by the cute gesture.

"Why thank you, Ashton," he said approvingly, ruffling the pup's head fur playfully as he surreptitiously glanced left and right. He breathed a sigh of relief... the hallway was empty and quiet.

"Bye," the student said bashfully, turning and scampering away, his cheeks flushed. He was confused and very embarrassed. It's such a stupid gift, he thought to himself.

After the wolf cub was out of view, the Hyena stepped back into the classroom, closing the door behind him. Whistling joyfully, he tossed the apple up into the air sportively, snatching it back once it had fallen back down to its original altitude. He had definitely worked up an appetite. He bit crisply into the tart, juicy fruit.

"Ugh," he muttered through a full mouth as he chewed, a look of mild dissatisfaction appearing on his face. "It's warm," he declared critically, tossing it aside.

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Ashton walked up to his driveway... no car, he thought to himself. Dad's not home.

The pup slowly turned the knob to his front door and shuffled in, setting his backpack down beside the inside of the doorway. His ears were assaulted by horrible, off-key singing from a bubbly girlish voice, underscored by the rustling sound of a broom being swept across linoleum.

His sister danced awkwardly into view across the hall, sweeping the kitchen floor and listening to headphones, her eyes closed. The young female wolf was voluptuous; she was covered in well maintained white fur, and her large, firm breasts bounced about slightly in her halter top as she swiveled her hips, shaking a shapely rump through a pair of snug capri pants. Her waist was slender, her toned tummy exposed. She was a bit short, measuring five feet tall... but to many (including a certain, particular cheetah), this physical feature only served to add to her feminine, picturesque beauty. As the rhythmless canine hit a high note, Her blue eyes opened, and she caught sight of her brother, who was glancing down at his feet and gnawing on one of his claws.

"Yipe!" she yelped, jumping into the air and dropping the broom to the floor. Blushing, she removed the headphones, sliding them down around her neck where they hung casually above the girl's ample cleavage. "Ashton... you're home late," she observed.

"Hey Taylor," he said without raising his eyes. Still chewing at his claw, he turned to head towards the stairs.

"Dad's not coming home tonight," his sister declared somberly, freezing the cub in his tracks. "Gonna be out late and in early. That leaves me in charge," she added playfully, hoping to cushion the blow she knew her news would deliver to the cub's mood. Taylor knew what her father was going out to do, and she tried not to think about it. His wife... the cubs' mother... had passed away nearly a year ago, and the father had never recovered; he simply drowned his sorrows in alcohol and spent many of his nights away from his children. Taylor was a good three years older than Ashton; she was nearly a high school student, and she didn't mind watching over the cub while her father was away. She knew, however, that she had been neglecting her little brother as of late, in preference of her more carnal desires.

"Where's Bradley," Ashton asked with venom in his voice. His fists were clenched tightly. It was always the same with them... like clockwork. The minute dad left the house, Bradley would come over, and he and Taylor would rush off into the young girl's room, leaving Ashton all alone.

"I told him to take a hike," she joked. Bradley had indeed asserted, insisted that he come over, but Taylor had decided that Ashton was more in need of her attention today. The awkward run-in the previous night, what with the collar and the leash... it made her feel guilty.

"I figured it could be just you and me tonight," she said with a smile. "We could maybe order a pizza, watch a dvd?"

Ashton's features lit up as he spun to face his sister. He tried to stifle his excitement somewhat, composing himself as his gaze met his sister's.

"Yeah," he replied, feigning a casual tone to mask his jubilation. "I guess so."

"You don't have plans, do you?" she asked playfully. He shook his head, smiling as he went upstairs to change.

Taylor put the broom away and went into the living room, where she hopped up onto the couch, laying on her side. She reached over and grabbed the dvd she had in mind, examining the back cover. After several moments, she turned on the television and began to flip through the channels.

Ashton came down the stairs hurriedly, wiping his face with a towel. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a basic t-shirt. He heard his sister around the corner, clicking the remote.

Taylor stopped her button-clicking, bringing the television to rest on a station that displayed a weathered, aged canine with a clueless look on his face. He was at a podium, and several flashbulbs were going off. Ashton laid the towel out on the kitchen counter and shuffled into the living room. He stood and fixed his eyes on the television alongside Taylor as the two listened to the canine on television speak.

"Shoot me once," the dog explained, wagging a claw assuredly... "shame on you." Several flashbulbs went off. "Shoot me twice," he continued, raising his intonation and thrusting his claw confidently into the air. "Well..." he continued, confusion creeping across his features. "You can't shoot the shooter," he concluded victoriously, smiling in content.

"I hate the news," Ashton remarked. "And I'm tired of this guy."

"He'll be off the air soon," Taylor assured him. She clicked the remote once more, and the channel changed to an educational show where two doofy puppets with sticks attached to their arms were waving their hands frantically about, apparently involved in a major crisis, presumably due to a complication concerning the pair of apples that sat beside them.

"...But if we have two apples, and we take away one," one of the puppets puzzled frantically, his panicked face turned towards the other puppet as he motioned to the nearby fruit in an overly animated fashion. Taylor muted the television, turning her attention to her brother.

"You gonna sit down?" she asked with a smile. Ashton began to walk over. "Oh!" his sister blurted out, sitting up abruptly. "We need to order the pizza."

"Can we order from Paizanno's?" the cub inquired excitedly. Taylor paused to think; she recognized the name of the pizzaria. It was a local joint, and a favorite of their mother's several years ago.

"You know they don't deliver," she remarked, getting up and walking over the the phone. "But if you'll walk with me to pick it up, I think it can be arranged." Ashton smiled happily and ran to get his shoes as Taylor dialed the nearby restaurant, placing an order for a large pepperoni, with extra cheese. Ashton's favorite, she thought. She loved nothing more than seeing her brother happy... it seemed an all too rare occurrence these days.

It was a warm, sunny day, and the two siblings strolled up the sidewalk in silence. Ashton didn't feel compelled to speak... he simply enjoyed the safety and security he felt when he with his big sister.

Several minutes into the trip, Taylor's cell phone rang. She fumbled through her purse for a moment before locating the phone, opening it up and bringing it to her ear.

"Hello?" she said. A few moments passed in silence. "Bradley." She rolled her eyes. "No, Bradley. How many times do I have to tell you?... Yeah, well, I'm sure you'll live." Ashton listened closely to his sister's end of the conversation, his ears perked up in interest. "Getting pizza," she continued, instantly wincing as she regretted the remark. "Asshole," she spat angrily. "Bradley, are you drunk?" she asked, her cheeks colored in anger. "I do have a life outside of you, you know," she asserted sternly. Moments later, she sighed, shaking her head. "Goodbye, Bradley," she concluded sternly, shutting off the cell phone. She increased her pace, flustered. Ashton hurried to keep up.

The cell phone rang again, prompting Taylor to check the caller identification. Bradley again. Disgusted, she shut the phone off and dropped it into her purse. The young wolf drew a breath, collecting herself.

"Sorry about that," she said, apologetically, tossing her brother an embarrassed glance.

"Taylor?" the pup inquired, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Yes hon?" She returned in a warm voice, slowing down.

"Do you love Bradley?" Ashton's question caught his sister off guard, causing her to halt completely. She stood still a minute, thinking.

"Why do you ask?"

"I dunno," Ashton replied, shrugging. "Just curious."

"Well," Taylor started, tilting her head and gazing far into the distance. A few seconds of silents passed. "...I like the way he makes me feel," she said at length, in an optimistic tone of voice.

"Yeah, but do you love him," her brother quickly retorted, placing heavy emphasis on the final word of his sentence.

"Ashton," she replied, "it's not that simple. Sometimes... sometimes it's hard to tell the difference."

The rest of the walk proceeded in silence. Soon, roughly ten minutes from the time of their departure, the hungry cubs arrived at their destination. Rummaging through her purse, Taylor located her wallet and headed through the door. The carryout pickup counter was just inside the entrance. Ashton peeked into the pizzaria. The smell of the melted cheese, marinara, and sizzled meats wafted into his nostrils, causing his mouth to water. He wagged his tail excitedly.

"Hey," came a strong male voice that struck terror into Ashton's very core. The cub quickly backed out of the pizzaria, ducking around the corner and dropping to one knee. He recognized that voice.

The well-built donkey leaned up against the counter flirting aggressively with Taylor as she was paying the bill. Something he said made Taylor laugh.

"What I tell you bout disturbin' my customers, Donnie," came a strong paternal voice from behind the counter. The large donkey behind the counter did not bother to glance up from the transaction as he spoke, his tone conveying his annoyance.

"Well, if you'd just give me a job already..." the younger donkey whined.

"Yeah," the donkey behind the counter chuckled. "Ask me that again in a couple years."

The young, muscular donkey whispered something into Taylor's ear and handed her a card. She nodded towards the donkey with an incredulous look as she giggled, taking the pizza and scampering away.

"There you are!" she said, spotting Ashton. "Everything okay?"

"Let's go home."

Taylor cracked open the large pizza box as she and her brother walked up the sidewalk. Taylor inhaled deeply.

"Smell that?" she asked playfully, grinning at her brother.

"Smells good," Ashton responded absently. His sister did not seem to notice the subtle shift in his demeanor.

"Here," she said, lifting up a large slice, taking care to support it with a widely spread paw. She handed Ashton the slice of pizza. "Careful," she added, maternally, noting the mild heat. She took out a piece for herself, closing the box and propping it against her stomach to free up a paw for eating.

"Hmm," she muttered as she bit into the pizza. She leaned her head back chewing, a concentrated look in her eye. "Dee-lish!" she exclaimed, throwing Ashton a happy glance. She turned her eyes back to the pizza. "Little dry," she muttered, inaudibly, under her breath. "We'll have to crack open some cold sodas when we get home," she said aloud.

Upon arriving home, the young wolves finished their meal in the kitchen, sipping soda between bites. Taylor absent-mindedly spilled some of the soda onto her top.

"Damn," she muttered, setting the can down and reaching for a paper towel. Ashton stood nearby, chewing on the last few bites of his third slice as he admired his sister. Something about having her there, in the kitchen, eating Paizanno's pizza, made him very happy. She reminded Ashton of their mother. Ashton remembered how much his mother had despised cussing; she used to have a swear jar set up by the front door, and she saw to it that anyone who broke the rules paid up in spades.

"You shouldn't swear," he said in a modest tone. The cussing reminded the pup of the incident in the bathroom earlier. He grew uneasy.

"Oh, grow up, Ashton," his sister replied, somewhat sarcastically.

"What are we watching?"

"Lion King!" Taylor ejaculated with glee. Ashton rolled his eyes. "What?" his sister inquired, wiping at her shirt with the paper towel. "It's grown up... in fact, there are several violent scenes, I will have you know. You might have to cover your eyes," she warned playfully, wagging a claw in his direction. Ashton felt sick to his stomach.

Taylor and Ashton watched the movie in a relatively quiet fashion. Taylor was extremely involved in the plot, as this particular movie made her quite emotional every time she watched it. And she watched it a lot. Engrossed in the movie, Taylor failed to notice the tears welling up in her brother's eyes. He felt absolutely miserable... every scene reminded him, in some way, of the feelings of joy and emptiness that had plagued him throughout this, the most surreal day of his life.

About an hour or so in, a scene came up featuring several hyenas, one of which was laughing obnoxiously. Taylor's smiled, her eyes lighting up.

"Ashton," she called to him, absently tugging his shirt, her gaze never leaving the screen. Feeling no response, she removed her paw, still watching the television intently. She continued despite the lack of response. "If you're ever bored in class, and need some entertainment..." she went on, smiling wide, "try and make Mr. Lawrence laugh. It's not easy," she asserted, motioning with her paw, "but it's a friggin' riot! It makes him so mad, too. You should see how red he gets. Back when I had him, this one kid in the back made him laugh..." she recalled the humorous scene, chuckling. Mr. Lawrence had indeed belted out a signature laugh when Taylor was a student of his... the room had grown eerily quiet in response to the piercing sound, and after several moments, the entire roomful of students had broken into a laughter that had made the teacher furious.

"Made him so mad..." she went on. "I think he held that kid in detention for it, actually." she concluded, her mind returning to the present. "Have you ever heard Mr. Lawrence laugh, Ashton?" she asked, her eyes still locked on the screen. No response. "Ashton?" she repeated, turning her head towards him. He was practically catatonic, the fur about his eyes matted with tears.

"Ashton," she inquired, her tone shifting drastically. She turned off the television, got up, and knelt down in front of her brother. She looked up into his blank expression; he did not return her stare. "Ashton, what's wrong?" she asked, growing very concerned. She placed her slender paws upon his shoulders, jarring him lightly. This seemed to wake him from his stupor.

"Taylor?" he murmured meekly, making eye contact with her. He sniffled.

"What is it?" she asked again, her eyes pleading with him desperately to unburden whatever it was that was troubling him so deeply. His face contorted in sobs as he fell forward into her arms, his muzzle coming to rest upon her shoulder.

"Hey," she said softly, awkwardly returning the embrace. She was not used to being in such close physical contact with her brother, and she had never seen Ashton break down quite like this. She wasn't exactly sure what she was supposed to do. She patted him on the back as he sobbed upon her shoulder.

Ashton told her everything. Well, everything except the part about his encounter with Mr. Lawrence; the hyena's sober declaration at the end of detention had sealed the cub's lips on that matter. It was the incident in the bathroom that tore the cub so deeply. After he finished, he sniffled, his head still upon her shoulder. He withdrew, looking into her eyes. Her expression was blank... she had brought a paw up to her mouth.

"You were wearing my clothes?" she asked, puzzled, maintaining her blank expression. Ashton buried his face in his paws. "You can't tell dad," was her firm reply, delivered in a stern tone that made Ashton feel miserable.

"Listen," she said, turning her gaze towards her weeping brother. "I want the kid's name." Ashton shook his head sadly. He had not gotten any names. A look of realization came across his sister's face as she processed the details she had been given; the shock that had previously possessed her faded quickly.

"The jackoff that cruised me at Paizanno's?" she asked, surprised. "There's no way that guy's a fifth grader," she returned incredulously.

"Sixth grader," Ashton corrected, through his tears.

"Really? No shit..." she continued, her voice trailing off. "Wait a minute," she said, getting up and walking into the kitchen. She fumbled through her purse until her claws came to rest on the object she was searching for. She pulled the card out and read it; the name 'Donovan' was scrawled down, next to a cell phone number. Taylor stood frozen, staring into space, locked in thought.

"You can't shoot the shooter," she muttered to herself. "Ashton!" she called out, in a commanding tone that caused her brother to bolt upright in his seat. "I want you to go into my room and pull out the second drawer to the left of the bed. There's a jewelry box in that drawer; it should have a small silver key inside. Go get that key for me, would you?" Ashton got up, drying his tears. He did not know what was going through his sister's mind, but he was eager to comply with her demands. After all, anything that made her happy, made him happy too.

"Okay," the cub replied. Infused with a sense of purpose, He climbed the stairs.

"I've got a phone call to make," she said quietly to herself, flipping open her cell phone.

Ashton flipped on the lights in his sister's bedroom. Slowly, he made his way up to the dresser to the left of the bed. He reached forward, sliding open the third drawer down. Upon peeking his head into the drawer, his nostrils were assaulted by the smell of latex and lubricant. His eyes went wide as he slammed the drawer shut.

"Wrong drawer," he noted, sliding his paw up towards the shelf above it. Ashton had to stand on his toes to freely rummage through the drawer, but he found the jewelry box, and popped it open. There was the silver key, glinting from underneath a pair of earrings. The cub took the key, replacing the jewelry box and shutting the drawer. He eagerly made his way back downstairs to the kitchen, where Taylor was finishing her phone conversation.

"Sounds great!" she exclaimed with girlish glee. "See you in a few..." she mused playfully, smiling innocently. She snapped the phone shut.

"Key," she demanded softly, her expression shifting to one of muted anger. She stormed off into another room. "Ashton," she called out.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to go up to your room and pull the door to. Don't come out until I call you," she warned, her voice growing faint as she passed farther away from the cub.

"Okay," the cub muttered quietly. He made his way back upstairs, trying to figure out what his sister was up to. What was that key for, again?

Pulling the door to behind him as he entered his room, Ashton breathed a comforted sigh. This was his room, and he had many good memories here. He hopped up on the bed, grabbing his portable video game system. He played it for several minutes, keeping the volume low. He wanted to be ready when his sister called him; his ears eagerly awaited the sound of her voice.

Ashton heard his sister ascend the stairs. His curiosity getting the better of him, he shut his game off and crept up to his door, opening it up a crack and peeking out.

"What is that?" the cub said, startled. Taylor, who was standing at the top of the stairs, glanced up in surprise. She looked over at Ashton, gripping the pistol in her hand. The key went to their father's gun cabinet, Ashton realized slowly. Terror crept into the pit of his stomach.

"Relax," she said calmly, waving the pistol about nonchalantly. The cub ducked nervously as the pistol's line of fire whipped across him. "It's just a BB gun. Looks real, don't it?" she mused, smiling. Ashton remained frozen at the entrance of his room, still obviously unsettled. "It's not even loaded, Ashton," she continued, growing slightly annoyed. The doorbell rang, interrupting the cubs' conversation. Taylor's tone grew serious as she commanded the cub sternly; "Get back in your room." Ashton quietly complied, pulling the door to.

Taylor hurried into her room, stashing the BB pistol. She then took a deep breath, brushed herself off, and put on her best valley-girl expression as she pranced down the stairs. She opened the door.

"Hey," came Donovan's smooth voice. He handed her a red rose with a small plastic globe of water rooted to the terminal end of its stem.

"Aww," Taylor said in a flattered tone. She bashfully held a paw behind her back as she reached forward with the other, accepting the gift. "How sweet," she added, smiling warmly. "Come on in." She backed up, motioning for him to enter. He bowed lightly and entered the house. He looked about, sniffing, and picked up on the faded smell of his uncle's pizza.

"How was the pizza?" he inquired nervously. Taylor shut the door behind the donkey, turning to face him. Holding the rose behind her back, she crept up to him, standing on her tip-toes and bringing her muzzle as close as she could manage to the tall donkey's ear.

"Fantastic," she answered in an excited, hushed tone. "Nice and hot." She gently clasped his hand in hers and led him up the stairs. "Got plenty of room for dessert, though," she assured him lustfully, licking her chops. He swallowed hard. He wasn't used to such immediate response to his advances... especially not from girls as attractive as Taylor. But he was not one to question his good fortune.

As Donovan was led into the room, his eyes fell upon the bed, which had been stripped of all but its sheets and a couple of pillows. There was a leash set on a nearby end table, along with several lengths of thin, strong white rope. The donkey let out a startled gasp. He felt tailor's claws tickle his sides as she slowly began to lift up his shirt.

"You like it rough, huh?" he inquired with a grin as she slid the shirt off.

"Very," she assured him with a wink. "Put this on," she continued, handing him a black blindfold. He started to protest, but she stood up on her toes and extended her paw to his lips, silencing him. She sauntered over to the bed, swaying her rump as she approached the mattress. She hopped up onto the bed, scooted over, and patted the vacant spot beside her, motioning for the donkey to join her.

Donovan hopped up onto the bed. Taylor took the blindfold from him and scooted around behind him. Donovan felt Taylor's breasts brush up against his back as she secured the blindfold, effectively blinding the donkey . She tenderly grasped his wrists and maneuvered his hands behind his back. He cringed when he felt the sharp twine of the rope dig into his flesh.

"Hey," he said nervously, fidgeting.

"Shh," Taylor replied, cutting the donkey's speech short. "Trust me." she proceeded to tie the donkey's wrists together. She chuckled as she worked further, tying those bonds to the bedpost. Finally, she bound his feet together for good measure.

"Let's see those tennis balls," she whispered mischievously, referencing the bawdy claim the donkey had whispered into her ear at Paizanno's. She slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He moaned slightly, shifting uncomfortably as he stretched his legs out. Taylor eased the jeans off of his muscled legs slowly, bringing them down around his ankles. She proceeded to pull down the Donkey's briefs, exposing the somewhat limp, thick, seven inches of cock. She brushed a paw lightly across his member, causing him to shudder. His body responded, his dick slowly stiffening somewhat. Pulling the briefs down further, she released his genitals. "Tennis balls," she confirmed, nodding. She was genuinely impressed. She found herself wondering just how much pain she could inflict by pummeling one of them like a speed-training punching bag.

Donovan shuddered. He expected to feel her lips wrap around his dick at any moment. He felt a shift in the mattress's weight as the shapely young female wolf slipped off the bed and walked around, to her dresser. She pulled a drawer open. Donovan's pulse quickened.

"What did you say your name was again?" he asked.

"I didn't," she replied, pulling the BB pistol from the drawer. She aimed it carefully at the donkey's head, feeling the weight of its heft in her grip. Gripping the weapon with her left paw, she reached out with her right, gently grasping one of the blindfold's tail ends.

"Ashton!" she yelled out, undoing the blindfold with a quick tug. Donovan squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light. Glancing around the room, he came face to face with the pistol, aimed directly at him. Terror possessed his features.

"Wait a minute," he started, panicking. His heart raced, tears rushing into his eyes. His sizeable testicles recoiled slightly.

Ashton entered the room, still wearing his jeans and a t-shirt. He froze as he caught side of Donovan. The wolf cub bit his lower lip nervously, bringing a claw up to his muzzle. He gnawed on it as Taylor took a step towards the bed, keeping her aim centered on her target.

"Look," the donkey started, his voice cracking as he struggled with his bonds to no avail. "I don't know what he told you, but I..."

"Shut up!" she barked, silencing him. The donkey was shaking visibly. He lost his composure and started to cry. "Take a look," she instructed calmly as she approached him, tilting his muzzle upwards with the barrel of the gun that his gaze met Ashton's. "See anything you like?"

"Please let me go," he pleaded pathetically.

"No, no," Taylor replied calmly. "We're going to get to the bottom of this." Donovan sniffled as he kept his eyes locked on Ashton, who was nervously glancing at the floor, gnawing the claw of one paw while he rubbed the other absently over his crotch. The donkey shuddered, sobbing harder.

"Please don't kill me," he begged. Taylor rolled her eyes, set the BB pistol down atop her dresser, and raised her hands in the air sarcastically.

"There," she stated calmly. "Nobody's going to shoot you. Now tell me," she continued, inching closer to the donkey. She placed a paw atop his head and petted him gently. "What is it that gets your blood pumping?" she asked playfully, running her free paw down her tummy and towards the waistline of her capris. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, sliding her paw into her panties. The fragrance of her womanhood filled the air as she began to play with herself.

"Because," she continued, "I have a theory about cowardly little fucks like yourself... little boys with undersized brains and oversized dicks." She removed her paw from the donkey's head, sliding it gently down between his shoulder blades, where she massaged him tenderly. He continued to cry, staring downwards into the mattress. She slid her paw down further, further... finally reaching the boy's rump. She placed her thumbclaw against the donkey's sphincter, causing him to shudder. Taylor massaged Donovan's sensitive opening as she continued to speak.

"Now, I'm no expert," she stated calmly, "But that doesn't feel like a virgin cornhole to me." The donkey's orifice opened easily, its elasticity providing little resistance.

"Please let me go," he begged once more, almost incoherently, through his tears. Taylor ignored the request.

Taylor removed her paw from the donkey's tailhole. She backed away a few steps, still fingering her cunt. With her free paw, she dug into the third draw, pulling out a six-inch latex dildo. She walked over to the donkey and brushed the head of the imitation dick against his back. His body trembled.

"Yeah," Taylor whispered. She chuckled as she brought the dildo forward and around, brushing it up against Donovan's dick, which was growing rapidly. "I think we have a winner." Donovan continued to sob quietly.

"Back to my theory," she continued, resuming a casual tone of voice as she continued to bat the donkey's dick around playfully with the dildo. "The best thing about having such a long dick," she went on, "is... well, bend over just enough, and you might be able to get a couple inches into your mouth. Does that sound like something that might appeal to you?" She brought her muzzle in close against the donkey's directing his glance back upwards towards Ashton. "Taking..." she continued whispering sensually into the donkey's ear, "a couple of inches into your mouth?" The donkey sniffled through his tears. His trembling lessened as he hungrily eyed the diminutive lump beneath the crotch of Ashton's jeans. Donovan's cock was rock hard.

"You're pretty well cut," Taylor continued, still playing with herself. Having absolute power over this asshole was turning her own immensely. "I bet you work out." The donkey nodded, his cheeks flushing. "Bet you're pretty flexible," she continued, rubbing Donovan gently between the shoulder blades. She applied a small amount of pressure to his back... it was all the motivation the donkey required. He bent down swiftly hungrily taking his own cock into his mouth. He was able to get a good four inches into his maw as he spiraled his tongue skillfully around the circumference of his dick. He licked his dickhole playfully before sliding his tongue up and down along the underside of his shaft.

"Oh," Taylor said, amused. "Someone's been practicing." She moaned lightly, finger-fucking herself frantically. The donkey suckled greedily at his own member, his body trembling. He rolled his eyes upwards, gazing into Ashton's eyes as he sucked himself off. Tears were rolling down Donovan's face.

"Turn over," she instructed, cutting loose the rope that had tethered the donkey to the bed post. Donovan slowly rotated until he was face down in the pillow, his hands still bound behind his back. His feet remained bound as well, his pants and underwear at his ankles. He raised his rump into the air expectantly. She grasped the dildo and brushed it against the donkey's sphincter, causing him to shudder.

"Ashton," Taylor called out lustfully. "He's waiting for you."

The cub breathed deep. His heart was pounding, his meager member erect and leaking pre-cum into his briefs. He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Slowly, he made his way up towards the edge of the bed, blushing.

"I won't look," the girl promised. She glanced away, towards the head of the bed, keeping the donkey in her peripheral vision. She wasn't worried... from what she could tell, Donovan wasn't about to offer any resistance.

Ashton slid down his briefs as he approached the donkey's rear. He stood up on his tip toes as he gripped his diminutive shaft in his paw, bringing it to rest across the donkey's tailhole. Donovan's tail twitched excitedly as he sobbed quietly into the pillow. Ashton hesitated.

"Do it," Donovan whimpered, his words becoming somewhat muffled as he pleaded through his pillow. "Please..." he pleaded weakly, his body trembling. He needed the pup inside of him desperately.

"Taylor," the cub cried out, his cheeks growing flushed. His sister barely heard him; she was moaning softly as she pleasured herself. The muffled sobbing was making her horny.

"Come on, Ashton," Taylor continued, breaking her promise as she glanced back at Ashton's package. She moaned passionately. "He's waiting for you."

"Let him go," the cub stammered meekly, holding back tears of his own.

"Please..." the donkey pleaded, unsure of what it was he was pleading for, exactly. Taylor continued her moaning, her eyes fixed on Ashton. She nodded for him to continue.

"I said let him go!" the cub cried out in a voice so loud, strong and sharp that it cut through the room like a knife. All motion and noise ceased immediately.

Ashton's dominant decree sent a chill through Taylor's blood, shocking out of her lustful torpor. She gasped in utter disbelief; Never in her life had she heard the cub speak out so confidently and forcefully. She stared at him blankly.

"Please," Ashton added, softening his tone. Taylor, ashamed, cast her glance to the floor as she removed her paw from her pussy. She turned towards Donovan, who was shaking silently upon the matress.

"You sure as hell better thank this cub," she said.

"Th... thank you," the donkey stammered through sniffles as Taylor began to cut him free of his bonds.

"By name," Taylor added forcefully. The donkey, freed from his restraints, cowered against the headboard, his body still trembling. He wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Thank you, Ashton," he spoke meagerly in a cracking voice. Ashton looked away. As Donovan pulled up his pants, Taylor balled his shirt up and threw it at him, before walking over to a desk across the room and picking up a camcorder.

"You see this?" Taylor inquired sharply, holding up the video camera which had been running on record, videotaping the entire encounter. "Leverage," she continued. "Tell anyone about this, and I will plaster this goddam video all over the internet... you got that?!" Donovan nodded, sobbing

"Now get the hell out of our house," she ordered angrily. The donkey, still in a state of shock, shuffled blankly towards the door as he put his shirt back on. Taylor set the camcorder down, briskly crossing the room and gripping the pistol. The donkey, snapped back into reality by this action, began to frantically scamper away. He ran down the stairs and to the front door. His hands fumbled uselessly against the lock. Taylor scooted past him, pulling away the donkey's trembling hands. With a slow and steady paw, the young female unlatched the door. Donovan ran out into the night, still crying. When he got several feet away he turned back, his face contorted in rage.

"You people are fucking crazy!" He shouted angrily, spittle flying from his maw. He turned and ran, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"Oh yeah?" Taylor called out after him. She froze for a moment, trying to think of an appropriate comeback. "Well..." she continued, "...there wasn't nearly enough sauce on that pizza!" she cried out, shaking her fist angrily. Flustered, she slammed the door behind her. Hearing the refrigerator open, she moved into the kitchen, where she found Ashton casually retrieving a soda before heading to sit down on the living room couch. She followed her little brother hesitantly.

The pup sat down, placing the can before him on the living room table. He stared at it for several moments, Taylor looking on concernedly nearby. Ashton broke down into sobs, burying his face once more into his paws. Taylor rushed instinctively to his side.

"Hey," she said softly, sitting down beside him and throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he apologized through tears.

"For what?"

"I didn't do what I was supposed to," he replied, casting his eyes to the floor.

"Ashton," his sister replied calmly, "you did what you felt was right. I'm proud of you." The cub laid his head down gently upon his sister's shoulder as the girl's slender paw massaged his arm. "I'll admit I got a bit," the young white wolf continued, choosing her words carefully, "...carried away. It's just that, well," she went on, hugging her little brother tightly with her right arm. "The thought of someone hurting you makes me absolutely furious."

"I miss you," the pup interrupted. His sister stumbled upon her words.

"Ashton," she returned, dropping her tone. Her little brother turned his body to face Taylor's, burying his muzzle deep into his sister's cleavage. He wept softly, the moisture of his nose causing his sister to shudder. She dropped her head down, resting her muzzle overtop the crown of Ashton's head as he wept. She held him tightly in a protective embrace.

"You smell so nice," Ashton moaned, sniffing his sister. Taylor blushed.

"It's just the strawberry shampoo, Ashton..."

"No," he responded sternly. "It's more than that," he continued, inhaling deeply. His sensitive nostrils, pointed downwards through his sister's cleavage, picked up the scent of her cunt, still moist under her panties. Taylor's pants were still unbuttoned and unzipped from the encounter upstairs, and her underwear was exposed.

"Ashton," she repeated, this time in a worried tone of voice. She put her paws upon the pup's shoulder's, gently trying to push him off.

"Your boobs are bigger than mom's," he noted, nipping at his sister's bosom. Taylor started to shift, preparing to get up from the couch. Her efforts were halted, however, when her little brother swiftly buried his muzzle down into her crotch, slipping easily underneath the waistband of her panties.

"Ashton!" she squealed. "Stop it... stop!" Her brother's tongue extended, burying itself into her quivering snatch. She moaned deeply. "Ashton, don't! Stop! Ashton!" she grew flustered as her brother refused to cease. Suddenly, she quivered violently as the firm tip Ashton's tongue brushed up against her most sensitive spot. "Ashton..." she continued, dropping her tone. She tilted her head back, shut her eyes, and groaned. "Ashton... don't stop!" she cried out. "Don't stop..." Ashton gradually slowed his tongue thrusts, gazing up innocently at his sister, his muzzle still buried in her crotch.

"You're in heat," he noted. She blushed profusely. "What's it like?" He inquired. Ashton's eyes bore deeply into his sister's, eagerly awaiting a response.

"It's..." she responded, stammering. Ashton lapped at her pussy lightly as he held her gaze. "Ugh..." she continued. "It's... it's not as wonderful as you might think. It's..."

"Strong?" the cub interrupted in a tone that sounded surprisingly assertive. Taylor nodded. Lowering his eyes back downwards, Ashton continued. "And you turned Bradley away..." he puzzled.

"I wanted," she replied breathlessly as he resumed the oral penetration, seeking out that special spot once more. "To spend some time with... you...ohhhh..." she moaned, unable to maintain her demeanor as the waves of pleasure spread through her body. She leaned back, surrendering.

The young cub continued to lap and penetrate his sister's cunt with his tongue for a good ten minutes, building her slowly towards climax. Finally, She cried out in a girlish yelp, her entire body shuddering violently as her eyes rolled back into her skull. Panting, she let her body go limp. Ashton withdrew his muzzle. He looked into his sister's exhausted countenance, licking the feminine juices from his chops. She smiled at him, trying to catch her breath. He gently laid his head down in her lap, snuggling against the warmth of her fur. He yawned drowsily.

"It's late," Taylor remarked, petting her brother's head lightly. "Let's get you tucked in."

The two rose from the couch, hand in hand. As they moved into the kitchen, Taylor's face flushed with color. She withdrew her paw from Ashton's and buttoned up her pants before proceeding. They went upstairs, where Taylor watched Ashton brush his teeth.

"Don't forget to floss," she instructed in a maternal tone. Ashton spat into the sink before reaching for the dental floss.

Minutes later, the siblings went into Ashton's room. Taylor cleared the action figures and video game system off of the bed, prompting Ashton to hop up under the covers. Fidgeting, he slid off his jeans and dropped them over the side of the bed. Taylor picked them up and folded them over a nearby chair before seating herself at the edge of her brother's bed. She ran her paw through the fur on the cub's head. He smiled warmly, cuddling up against the warmth of her body.

"It's been a long day," she remarked. Ashton closed his eyes. Taylor began to hum, causing Ashton to smile warmly, his eyes still closed. She continued to pet him as she lulled him to sleep with their mother's old lullaby. When he finally drifted off, his breathing steady and gentle, she quietly arose from the bed and began to make her way towards the exit. Taylor flipped the lights off, reaching for the knob. A meek, tender voice broke the silence in the dark.

"Taylor?" the cub whispered softly.

"Yes, hon?

"Please don't leave," he pleaded softly.

"Ashton..."

"Just for tonight?" he whimpered. She turned and approached the bed.

"Ashton... what we did back there... on the couch... we can never do that, ever again." she stated firmly.

Ashton sobbed softly into his pillow." Taylor stood there for a moment, but was ultimately unable to resist her brother's tender cries; losing his mother had imbued Ashton with an unhealthy separation anxiety that he had not yet overcome. Lying there, feeling the warm, soothing presence of his sister in the room, he was not sure he ever wanted to.

"Scoot over, shrimp," she whispered playfully. He eagerly scooted in towards the wall, smiling. Taylor crawled in underneath the covers and slid off her capris, dropping them off over the edge of the bed. She turned towards Ashton, who was facing away from her, lying on his side. She hugged him from behind, resting her muzzle on his shoulder. Her sweet breath made him feel warm all over.

"I love you," Ashton whispered softly.

"I know, Ashton... I know," Taylor responded tenderly. Her brother turned about, coming face to face with his sister before snuggling in close and cushioning his head against her cleavage. The steady rhythms of her breath made him feel safe and secure.

"Taylor, would you promise me something?"

"Name it," she replied softly, eager to make her brother happy.

"Promise me you won't stay with a guy unless... unless you really love him," he finished, glancing up towards his sister in the dark.

"I... think that's a promise I can make," she stammered, smiling softly.

Ashton cooed quietly from beneath the cozy covers, all stress and fears from the day falling away under his sister's gentle touch.

"Good," he replied in a drowsy voice. He snuggled up against her, bathing in her body heat. Ashton's big sister began to hum the lullaby once more, in a much softer tone, directly into the pup's ear. She stroked Ashton's head gently as he began to drift off. Taylor's humming gradually faded as the two cubs fell asleep together, exhausted, in each other's arms.

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I have two more parts planned for this series, but they take place a good ten years later along the chronology of the plotline, so this is basically the conclusion of the first overall portion of the series. Thanks everyone for the constructive feedback!