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"So you're absolutely sure about this?" She asks, pacing back and forth. "If you make another mistake-"

"Trust me, I don't make mistakes like this. Knew that faggot was up to something right from the start." I say, sneering at the thought of that little worm. To think that I was dropped from sergeant to private over that little fag makes me wanna smash his face in.

"Then you know what we have to do." She says, smiling wickedly.

I smile back at her. "Rule 87, the disciplinary committee has a duty to take in any sexual deviants that pollute these fair halls. It's time to dish out some discipline." When I'm done with the little fag, he won't be anything but a whimpering mess. It's time to remind him that dirt should stay dirt.

* * (Third movement, Wrath) * *

* * (Perspective change, Jake Travis) * *

"Just . . . just put it in. Please." I say, slightly nervous on how this was all going to turn out.

"A-Are you sure? I mean . . . it's pretty big and all . . ." Trenton says, doubting whether or not it would actually fit.

"Trust me, it'll fit. And if not, we'll make it fit." I say, steeling my determination.

"Okay . . . one . . . two . . . three!" he says, pushing it in roughly.

"Gah! S-Slower!" I say, trying to match the force he was putting out.

"C'mon, j-just a little . . . more!" he says, straining.

"Oh god, it's coming out!" I say, starting to pant from the strain. "I don't think I'll be able to hold on much longer!

"Don't worry . . . almost there!" he says, grunting. "Damn it, how hard is it to put a shelf together?!"

The final wooden piece pops in, locking into place. "Yes! It's in! Oh god that feels so good!"

"Yeah . . ." he says, both of us letting go and letting out a tired sigh. Twenty minutes, and finally we were able to put the last pieces of the shelf together. Now we just had to stick it on the wall with the special industrial adhesive and we were set!

"Hey . . . did you notice how we were talking in sexual innuendo the entire time?" I ask, hoping I wasn't just going crazy.

"No, I noticed. I thought it was some joke we were doing, so I played along." He says, chuckling.

"Damn . . . we must be pretty horny to do that." I say. I definitely knew I was horny. Being so close to this walking wet dream of a wolf was a terrible tease in itself. And by walking wet dream, I literally mean walking wet dream. Never had one in my life, but suddenly he comes in and I have one of the dirtiest, sexiest, smuttiest dreams in my life.

Needless to say, I had it pretty damn bad for the wolf.

We take the shelf and stick it to the wall, finishing up after the surprisingly hard labor.

"Looks nice . . . why did we need this again?" Trenton asks.

"I don't know, but it looks nice." I say, smiling at him. "I'm sure we can find something to put on it."

"I guess. So what do you want to do now? The day is still young."

"I don't know. What do you usually do on Thursdays like this?" I ask, totally at a loss.

"Well . . . we have most of our homework done, and we finished most of the necessary paperwork for the whole Romeo and Juliet thing . . . wanna just have a lazy day?"

"Sounds great." I say, jumping up onto the bed. Honestly, I wasn't sure which one was mine, since we usually switched or slept together. It was somewhat comforting to both parties, and had become a sort of traditional thing. It might sound strange, but I suppose that was just the difference in cultures (mini cultures in this case), social boundaries being somewhat thinner between us for one reason or the other.

Honestly, in this place, things like homosexuality and heterosexuality wasn't that big of an issue, except in district 5, the place we were both in right now. People in the other districts honesty just can't give a shit about it. "Oh, so you're into girls? And guys too? I don't give a fuck. But I might fuck you, if that's what you're getting at." That was the mentality of most people everywhere else, and it was nice.

I missed it, being able to try to hit on guys and stuff, but this was for the sake of the mission. Besides, Trenton was definitely a keeper. Look at him! Those chiseled pecs, those defined abs, those biceps, those triceps, and how all those muscles don't bulge out obscenely. Yup, they were all strung tight against him, as if saying "I don't like to show off, but I don't need to, since you know I can beat you to a bloody pulp."

"What should we do~." Trenton groans out, jumping into the bed next to me. "I'm so bored~."

"Watch TV, I guess." I say as I grab the remote that was lazily tossed on my bed earlier. "What do you want to watch?"

"I don't know. Something that's not trashy, preferably." He says, stretching out.

"That narrows it down quite a bit." I say, chuckling at my little joke.

Ring*

Trenton grabs his phone, Turning it ok and looking at the screen. The phone looked futuristic, being totally clear, and even being able to project pictures in order to enlargen them, like an actual projector. Not to mention it's processing capability and resolution.

"Shit." He says, looking at some message.

"What is it?" I ask, crawling over to see what was wrong. I freeze, my blood turning ice cold. On the phone was a picture of a random hall, but a thick red coating the walls. A crimson red, and splattered almost haphazardly. Even through the phone picture, it looked as thick as blood.

"Why . . . why would someone do this?" I ask, nervous.

"Don't worry, it's probably not about you." he says, grabbing my paw and squeezing it reassuringly. Across the wall in large letters was a message, left behind by the dark red spray paint.

"No Faggots will pollute these halls." It said. I knew that homosexuality wasn't taken well here, but . . . this was going a bit far.

"I have to do some investigation." He says as he stands up, his face losing its playful smile and turning stone cold and serious, with just a tinge of anger. "Rule 42, vandalizing school property is grounds for expulsion, as it could damage the doors."

"I'll come with you." I say, standing up with him.

"You know exactly why that's a stupid idea." He says, glancing back at me, concern in his eyes.

". . . It's exactly why I'm coming with you. If someone found out about me and was targeting me specifically, then maybe they've done their homework on me. I'll be able to get some hidden messages that might fly over the disciplinary committee's head."

". . . Fine." He says, relenting. "But you're to stay next to me at all times, no wandering off."

"Will do."

And with that, I see him go to his suitcase, pulling out a trench coat. It was stark black, with a silver wolf stitched on to the sleeve. I recognized it, it was his gear as captain commander of the disciplinary committee, his "symbol" of sorts. I've only seen him wear it once, but I knew that whenever he did . . . he was dead serious.

"Let's go." he says, opening the door into the hallway . . .

* * (Perspective change, Trenton Anael) * *

"What do we got?" I ask the nearest student officer. A Great Dane, rank sergeant.

"Some simple vandalism. We'll clean it up tomorrow, but we wanted you to do an investigation to see if you can catch them . . . although . . ."

"What is it, Daniel?" I ask, examining the paint on the wall.

"Well . . . this guy knew what he was doing. All the security cameras have been disabled in this hall, and the records of door paths have been wiped clean as well."

Standard for this kind of thing. Due to the doors always switching, each door leading to another in the building at random due to spatial condensation and mini dimensional rifts and distortions, among many other variables, the system automatically records which door went where, down to the millisecond. Wiping the records really placed us in a strange situation. Disabling the cameras is self explanatory in why it would continue to make things difficult.

"There's also no finger prints, no fur, no skin cells, nothing." Daniel continues, almost sounding hopeless. "This guy was good."

"Don't worry." I say, placing a paw on his shoulder and smiling at him reassuringly. I could smell the shame on him, as if it was his fault that things were going to badly. "You've done quite a bit, and I'm glad that you went through all that investigation so quickly. It lets me delve further in."

I look at the vandalism, closely investigating every single detail, all soon becoming almost painfully obvious to me. "Do you smell it? Contempt. This wasn't just some act of vandalism for fun."

"Yeah, but that's with most cases. No one would risk doing something like this without a reason, and hate it the easiest justification."

"True, but look closely. They had pretty good timing, so it's hard to see. The edges of the letters are just a bit faded, and it isn't leaking as badly. This person did it fast. The scent of contempt is average for someone who took their time, but it would have been much stronger, had it lingered. This was a calculated crime against someone specifically, and by someone who knew how emotional scents work."

"Wait, if you can smell the hate, then why not their original scent?" Jake points out.

"Well, it's easier to decode the emotional pheromone. The smell of one person is unique, we can't possibly memorize them all, and we definitely can't sniff them out one by one methodically. Oh, and the name's Daniel by the way, may our fate's intertwine."

"Jake, may our fate's intertwine." Aww, my little pup's making friends! Wait, snap out of it. Working time.

"True . . . but Jake has a point. Normally, I would at least get some kind of indication, even if it's just species, but there's nothing." I take another sniff in the air. "This spray paint was specially formulated. It contains scent cover, and antiperspirant, non-scented from the smell of it."

"How can you tell it's non-scented by the smell of it?" Jake asks curiously.

"They may say there's no scent, but they can't conceal the fact that it's slightly numbing the scent of the spray paint."

"Wait, so this spray paint . . ." Daniel starts, rubbing his chin contemplatively.

"Yup, it's homemade." I move forward and touch the paint with a paw pad, not afraid of ruining the evidence. Not like the guy had left finger prints in the paint, and this was a bit more important. "Special acrylic paint found in the art room. This person is either in art, or has the connections to get in there, since the paint is locked away for this exact reason. Furthermore, it's also someone who has access to the tools to successfully mix this with antiperspirant and then convert it into a spray paint. Most likely, access to the science lab was needed."

"Then that's two class rooms. Now we can check the student schedules for someone who is in both art and chemistry, and question them." Daniel says excitedly.

"Don't forget that they were well aware of the theory behind emotional pheromones, as well as the disciplinary committee's scenting ability. People may have a general idea, but only so many are actually willing to delve into the deeper theory."

"That's true . . . but then that would imply that-"

"It was someone in the disciplinary committee." Jake finishes, looking carefully at the vandalism. "But that pokes a lot of holes in this then."

"What do you mean?" Daniel asks, gladly not arrogant enough to refuse the opinion of an outside voice. Daniel was a cool guy like that.

"Well . . . if you think about it, someone on the disciplinary committee doesn't have to have access to these rooms, necessarily. I mean, he's kind of like a bad cop right now, so he could just extort other people to help. And while we're on this, who said it was only one person? Maybe it was one person who committed the crime, but there would be outside accomplices in the preparation."

"That's true. But that's not all. There's a possibility that the secretary or head of general affairs was in on it, since both were given a skeleton key to all the rooms, including the science and art rooms."

"But that means that the student council is involved!" Daniel says, shocked that I would make such an accusation.

"And we cannot dismiss that as a possibility. Besides, I know the members of the student council aren't exactly very fond of homosexuals. And I should know, I've worked with all of them. And don't forget that it could also be the extortion theory."

"Okay, but then what do we investigate?" Daniel asks.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished the investigation yet." I say, smirking. "Don't forget my nickname."

"Wolfie?" Jake says, teasingly.

"Garou. The hungry wolf." Daniel says, smiling determinedly. As a side note, Garou is the Japanese term for hungry wolf. I also got the nick name because I was seen scarfing down my lunch the first day in the disciplinary committee.

I smirk, looking harder for evidence. "The person who did this was very tall. If you look closely at the spray paint, there's actually a small angle. When you spray paint something, you're either angling it down, leveled, or up to compensate for your own height. This person always tried to keep in the middle, but the spray was angled down, so there's a very small inconsistency."

"So how tall do you think they are?" Daniel asks, writing down some notes on his note pad.

"About my height, 6'2''." I say, still looking at the crime scene. "This was done by a horse."

"How did you get that?" Jake asks, skeptical. "I'm sure you're right about the height, but-"

"Did you know that most horses and bulls actually only have three fingers? It's because of the whole hooves into hands thing, but most people tend to think they have five. The work is fast, and shaky, but this is what is normally assumed. I'd have no trouble believing this, except that there were actually very specific mistakes that they made."

I point out the small, almost minuscule inconsistencies, the ones that were overshadowed by the larger ones. "Just like before, whoever did this tried to throw us off by making bigger, obvious mistakes in hopes of looking like an amateur. Of course, the cover up is sloppy, unable to hide all the other smaller ones. Now, if you took off all the big mistakes, I wonder what you would get . . ."

Mentally, I dissect the image, removing all the blotches and mediocre handiwork, leaving only the smaller ones. "Those kinds of mistakes, the ones left are almost unnoticeable with how impeccable it is. Whoever it is, it's a pro. So why would a pro still make those small errors?"

"Well . . . the rush of things?" Daniel suggests.

"Please, they were too good to be affected by a simple time crunch. The reason why they made these mistakes was that they were forced to hold the can at strange angles, being too tall and trying to do it at average height. Not only that . . . the stranger parts of these letters would make it even more difficult, if you didn't have five fingers to help."

"Then couldn't it be a bull?" Jake asks.

"Impossible. There's not a single bull on the disciplinary committee or the student council. And as I recall, there's no bull taking any art and chemistry class together. A bull would lack the necessary skills for this particular crime."

"Then we just need to-"

"Not yet. We don't have the right amount of evidence. Most of the things we learned here are theoretical. What we can do is interrogate the following people on where they were at this time. The suspects in the disciplinary committee will go to me. As head, it's my duty to do so, as well as the fact that I also can't be accused, since I was with Jake the entire time."

"I'm on it." Daniel says, pulling out his phone and pulling up a few contacts. "Let's go over what we have so far."

"Okay." I say, taking a deep breath. "First, there was the fact that this job was done to purposely look as if they did it quickly and sloppily, making it seem like a prank, yet holds undertones of severity, as well as strong scents of contempt at the scene. This was a calculated crime, against one person in particular. This person also has access to the art room's paint, and to the chemistry lab, and possesses knowledge on the theory of emotional pheromones, meaning that they're most likely in the disciplinary committee. The person in question is also most likely working with other people, or at least extorting them; those he's using being either in the student government wing of general affairs, an art student, or a chemistry student. But by the end, the requirement met must be that he had access to the art and chemistry room. Finally, we suspect that the person is skilled, about 6'2'', and is a bovine or equine type werebeast."

"Good." Daniel says, putting his phone away. He was probably recording it for extra measure. Good old reliable Daniel. Someone who you could smoke a pack with, a reliable guy. The only other guy I really trusted in this messed up place.

. . . Strange how this is becoming more and more like one of those black and white mystery movies. I pull the trench coat closer to me, wondering who exactly was stupid enough to do something like this. Especially with a hungry wolf on the prowl . . .

"Let's go, Jake." I say, turning around and heading to one of the doors. "We're going back to the room."

* * * *

Click*

The sound of the door completely shutting echoed through the room that was thick in silence. It wasn't awkward, it just meant that we were both thinking about what we had just seen. I knew what I had to do at this point . . . but I didn't want Jake coming with me anymore. As helpful as he had been, he was in much more danger than I had originally anticipated.

"Jake." I call out to him, snapping him out of his own thoughts. "I need you to call Julie and tell her to meet me somewhere. I need to go out soon." I needed him to stay home, but telling him totally directly wouldn't cut it.

". . . Trenton . . ." he says as he walks forward, head hanging down. He surprises me by hugging me tight, the scent of fear strong on him. "I'm sorry."

It was the first time I had heard something like that from him, but I could understand to an extent. He probably felt guilty, maybe even responsible for what had happened.

I wrap my arms around him, hoping to comfort him. "Don't worry, none of this is your fault." I say softly, pulling me close to him, him cutely sinking into the folds of my black trench coat. I could feel his arms go in, wrapping around my waist. He felt warm and soft, and it just made my whole protective instinct go wild. "I'll protect you, no matter what."

"Thank you . . ." he says, letting go. "I'm gonna go to the restroom for a bit. Be back in a few."

"Okay." I say, giving him a warm smile. He quickly goes in, shutting the door behind him. I think for a bit, wondering what exactly I should do. I mean, there were so many routes I could take. I mean, I already had a good idea of who it was, an instinctual kind of thing.

But that was the problem. It was my policy, a rigid rule that I always stood by. Instinct is not evidence, despite how many times it was correct. Leave no chances, leave no loop holes.

I grip at my trench coat, remembering immediately the meaning behind it. Every student in the disciplinary committee always carried with them a symbol. It was always black, representing out link to each other, what connected us all. Yet it was always different, symbolizing both our individuality, how we weren't just mindless soldiers, as well as the duty we held. We were not special, we were the same as our citizens, but our symbols are the faith that everyone holds in us to retain our morals, our sense of justice.

My symbol was my black trench coat. It was completely covering, just like justice in a way. It left no loop holes, no open spots, no exceptions. That was my ideal justice, anyway. I know that our rules and systems may be a bit flawed, but I'm trying to improve it. But for now, I'll act on my sense of morals, and enforce the rules I found were correct. Most of them were, except for rule 87.

Still, I had to admit it was strange. It looked like just another vandalism act, yet was obviously directed to someone in particular. Yet . . . it still would have gone over most people's heads. The only reason that we had seen that it was more than that was because . . . I was there.

Because I was there.

No, they couldn't have . . . did they really expect me to be there? And to uncover it to that extent?

* * (Perspective change, ???) * *

"We need to make the next move fast, the investigation's gone faster than I thought it would." She says, frantically gathering papers with her little "plans" as she liked to call them. I preferred the name "waste of time".

"Wow, all that planning, and now it's all to shits?"

"Without my planning, do you really think that the plan would have worked so well? We just need to be more careful next time. We still probably got the main point across."

"Yeah, yeah. What's the next target?" I ask, grumbling.

"All in good time. For now, let's think up something that'll really make that mutt's blood curdle. I wanna see him suffer before the final move."

I laugh out loud, loving how this bitch could be so sadistic. Yup, we'll show him real good.

* * (Perspective change, Trenton Anael) * *

Damn it, they might be even better than I originally thought. That, or it could be some coincidence. No, it's basically guaranteed at this point. The person they're targeting is Jake, but the question is . . . how did they find out? I was the only one able to discern the different scents of sexual attraction, and figure out how to tell if someone smelled gay, straight, or even bisexual. It just wasn't possible that someone sniffed him out, and as far as I know, he hadn't been flaunting it or anything.

Unless . . . maybe he hooked up with someone. I feel a burning pit in my stomach, almost making me wrench. No, he would never.

Ring*

The familiar chirp of my cell goes off, making me reach down instinctively to my pocket, where I always kept it. I suppose that it's not too far fetched to say that he was getting with someone else. I mean, a guy got lonely, and he was definitely able to get some if he tried.

Huh? My phone's gone. I look around, spotting it on my bed. Strange, when did it go there? I pick it up, swiping the screen and accepting the call.

"You got Trenton." I say into the phone, using my professional tone.

"My my, the big bad wolf sure sounds serious." Julie's voice rings out from the other end, but more importantly, from behind me. I turn around, seeing her leaned against a wall, wearing blue jeans, a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a sleek black fedora on her head, her long black and white striped hair in a loose pony tail like before.

"And how exactly did you get in here?" I ask, walking up to her and putting away my phone, a playful smirk adorning my face. She was a foxy one for a human, but dangerous too. She was the mind games type of woman, pulled quite a few over me in the last few weeks.

"C'mon wolfie, your roommate's my brother, you don't think that I have my ways?" she asks, walking towards me and pulling out Jake's key card to the room. "You both stick together a lot, so he thought it would be good to give me his card. Nice place you got here, by the way."

"Thanks, but I didn't call you up here for small talk, doll face."

"Whoa, when did this turn into one of those black and white mystery detective movies?"

"No time to explain, but I need you to do something for me." I say, taking her hand in my paw. I could see her blush faintly, making my heart beat just a tiny bit faster. "I need you to convince Jake that he needs to say in the room until the investigation is over and we caught the sleeze ball who did the do in that hall."

She looks offended, and smells even more hurt. "I'm sorry, but I don't think you understand my brother very well. Do you really think he'd just be content to wait here in this cramped up place, tail between his legs?"

"I need him to, for his safety." I say firmly.

"Well maybe he doesn't want to be safe! Maybe he wants to help with the investigation! Maybe he's tired of being some little happy-go-lucky or shy or whatever the fuck side character all the damn time!"

"Julie-"

"Maybe he wants to, for once in his life take his own damn life in his own damn hands and do something worthwhile!" she shouts, trembling with anger.

"Julie!" I shout out, grabbing her with both paws. "I can't take him with me because I don't want anything to happen to him! If anything did, I-I'd . . . I'd never forgive myself."

". . . Who knew such a hungry wolf was also such a coward?" she says. I freeze, taken back by the statement. "Please . . . don't leave him behind. He wants to help in any way he can, he just doesn't want to be alone or . . . away from you."

". . . Sorry, Julz, guess I was being selfish."

"Eh, don't worry about it. You just wanted him safe. But don't worry, the pup can handle himself. You'd be surprised."

"Still, sorry for being such a dick head." I say, leaning closer to her.

"Well, yeah." She says, fidgeting with her hands behind her back, looking down and blushing. "I g-gotta go, but you should probably answer your phone."

"Huh?" I turn around to the bed where I had left my phone, finding it silent.

Ring*

. . . Okay, that was strange. I walk over to pick it up, bringing it up to my ear.

"See you later wolfie." I hear from the small device. That was . . . Julie? I turn around, finding that she had disappeared. Stranger and stranger yet. But she was always like that, mysterious and quirky, the kind of girl that others would say is nothing but trouble, but the kind of girl that every guy would want.

I stuff my hand into my pocket, digging out a pack of cigarettes. Wait, I don't smoke. And these aren't cigarettes, these are tic-tacs.

"Hey, sorry I took so long." Jake says, emerging out from the bathroom. He was wearing baggy jeans and a baggy hoody. "Decided to brush down my fur and cut my claws."

"No problem." I say, sucking on a tic tac. It was obvious that he was lying, but I don't call him out on it. I may be a "hungry wolf", but it doesn't mean that I have to be a douche or anything.

"So, where we headed next?" he asks, holding his paw out as I hand in a tic-tac. They were pretty good. "The art room? Chemistry lab? Student government room?"

"No, those places are probably already crawling with disciplinary committee students, and they're more than capable of finding evidence, given the right amount of time. No, we're going to a much darker part of school."

"Where?"

"The library."

* * (Perspective change, Jake Travis) * *

I inwardly let out a huge sigh. The plan worked perfectly. Hug him, pretending I'm "scared" and snatch his phone, throw it on the bed, and change into the spare outfit I had in the restroom. And getting back into the restroom was a bit trickier, but I handled the "behind the back calling" pretty well.

We walk calmly to the door, him opening it and taking us straight to the library.

"So why's the library the darker side of the school?" I ask, honestly confused at the whole notion.

"A wise man once said that wisdom is sharper than any blade, and knowledge more powerful than even the strongest of man. That's why this place is the most dangerous area on campus, because it contains so much knowledge."

"Yeah, but it's not like we're gonna find any answers in the books, and I doubt that doing research right now would help."

"Who said we were going to look in books for answers? No, I'm talking about the real danger. The people." He says as we work our way through the library, the many shelves of books making the whole place almost maze like, which would honestly go with how everything else in this damn place is. Just a twisted up maze. "This place is the black market for knowledge, where people who know things come here, selling secrets as if they were guns. That's the real danger here. Not guns, not knives, but something far more dangerous."

"Wow, secrets that kill?" I asks.

"Everyone has a little dirt, and these people live on it. The people who usually buy them are either the people who actually _have_the secret, or the people who want to take them down."

We walk the rest of the way in silence, me slowly leaning towards Trenton. I could understand why he wanted to go down here. What he was trying to do was uphold his own sense of justice, not just protect the school. He was even willing to take a little trip to the dark side. I felt like I should have thought he was a bit of a hypocrite, but I could relate. After all, I was part of this dark side.

"Well, well, what do we got here?" I hear a voice ask from the shadows in front of us. We were in the back of the library now, the only books being old and tattered, the books forgotten about. "Looks like our great student president, Trenton Anael, and a little pup."

"The name's-" I start to say, before Trenton places a paw over my muzzle.

"C'mon, prez, that was rude! He was just about to say his name!" out of the shadows comes a hyena. He was skinny, but toned, and he had a fluffy kind of mane, with a brown pelt with darker brown spots. Also, something I found off about him was that he was long, light brown head fur, probably the result of his hyena mane.

"You know why I didn't tell you, Reggie. Everything's fair game here, even a name." Trenton says, smirking.

Reggie lets out a laugh, that was actually quite pleasant to my surprise, not the hyena cackle I was expecting. But it was a fake laugh, hollow and emotionless. "Very clever, but I'm not so desperate that I would want his name. Course, that is unless he's someone interesting. Now, my shop's wide open, so what would you like?"

"I need some info."

"No shit, Einstein." He says, smirking. I could tell that this guy was a pretty shady character, of course, all cliché information brokers were. "The question is what kind of info. Something about, say, I don't know, the recent vandalism in hallway delta, floor 45?"

"You got it Reggie, now tell me what you know."

"Whoa whoa, you know the drill, and I happen to want an 'eye for an eye'." He says, taking out a piece of scrap paper. "We both write a secret, and have an outside party member read them and verify that they don't just have BS on them."

"There's no need, I can smell a lie form a mile away."

"But I can't, now can I?" he says smugly.

"Fine, but don't forget that I can smell if you're lying on the piece of paper." He says as he snatches away a slip of paper and pencil that Reggie had offered him. "Our third party member will be this pup here, got it?"

"Works for me." he says, scribbling something down. "I can tell that he won't try to cheat the deal. Besides, the real problem is if you want him to know."

I see Trenton scribble something down as well, then hands the scrap paper to me, right before Reggie does the same. "Go ahead, pup, read on."

"Don't worry, just verify it." Trenton says reassuringly.

I quickly unfold the scraps, reading them both.

Reggie's secret: "The perpetrators are a male and a female, neither in both chemistry and art at once, and one in neither class. Also, they missed a camera when they disabled them remotely, I thought it'd be a nice gift for you." attached to the slip of paper is a small memory card, most likely the security video."

I go onto Trenton's, gulping.

Trenton's secret: "I'm currently dating a girl named Julie Travis. And I'm in love."

My eyes go wide. My heart starts pounding, my stomach dropping at the same time. It was definitely bitter sweet to hear that.

"Yeah, they're both good." I say, handing each of them the other's secret.

"Well then boys, I guess our deal is done. See ya." He says after reading it, walking away.

"Wait." I say, calling out to him. "What's your name?"

"Reggie."

"No, your real name. I know that you wouldn't risk giving it out to your clients, but I'm curious."

He turns, smiling at me. "You know, I have this policy. If someone calls me out on a lie, I tell them the truth free of charge, and it seems that you've figured it out, or at least was the first who gave an effort to actually ask. The name's Wren, may our fate's intertwine. But I can tell that we'll meet again." He says, turning back around and walking away.

* * * *

* * (Perspective change, Trenton Anael) * *

"This is . . . this is terrible." Jake murmurs as we look at the dripping red wall. Another one, still dripping red in crimson spray paint. "How could this happen again? So soon . . ."

"I'm not sure, but they're probably getting desperate. If this person really is on the disciplinary committee, then they probably know how the investigation is going."

"If they're getting desperate, then we hit some kind of chord." Jake says, examining the message.

"Even the hungry wolf can't spot the dirty fags." I read out loud. On the surface, it was a clear insult to me, questioning my ability and authority. But I knew it had a deeper meaning.

"When he says 'spot' . . ." Jake says, looking down.

"Yeah." I say, feeling the rage bubble up inside me. These messages were meant to torment him in a subtle way, but how they were doing it . . . "These guys might come after you."

"Don't worry about me. This'll just further help the case." He says, steeling his nerves. The other disciplinary committee students walk up, taping off the area and snapping pictures.

"Let's start the investigation." I say, looking at the crime scene. It was the same story. The records were all deleted about the path of the doors, and all the cameras were disabled. "Jake, you still have the memory card, right?"

"Yeah." He says, fishing the note out of his pocket.

"Give it to one of the officers so that they can process it." I say as I look deeper. I can hear him walk off, and I have to say I was a bit nervous. But there were a lot of officers, as well as Daniel here. I could trust them to protect him if anyone were to try anything stupid. Suddenly, a door swings open with a loud slam, from out the door a large canister being thrown in.

" Everybody get down!" I shout out instinctively. They follow my command as the small can starts spewing gas all over the place, making an effective smoke screen. I place my shirt over my muzzle, careful not to breathe in as I run towards the door. I see a tall, shadowing figure stand over Jake, picking him up even as he struggles before running back to the door and slamming it shut.

Damn it! He's gone! I pick up the canister and notice that everyone was starting to go unconscious. It was a sleeping gas. I open the nearest door and throw it out, making a side note that the door lead to the main hall on floor one.

Everyone slowly gets up, some groggily swaying from side to side. "Come on, they just kidnapped Jake, we have to go!"

I try to open a door, but it was locked tight. Damn it! That must mean that they locked this whole hallway down! That means my suspicions were correct. The two people who committed this crime was that horse, Stanley Maron, with student council secretary of general affairs who had access to the doors control and security room, Rachel Young.

"Damn it, I need someone to hack into the school mainframe and forcefully disable the lock down!"

"On it, sir!" Daniel shouts out. Good old, reliable Daniel. But damn it . . . how am I going to do this? I feel my stomach churn, a burning feeling deep inside my gut. If something happened to him . . .

I punch the wall, making a large hole.

Damn it.

* * (Perspective change, Jake Travis) * *

I grunt as I get tossed on the floor like a rag doll, looking up at the horse who captured me.

"Damn it, look what you made me do!" he shouts out, screaming at me. He kicks me hard in the stomach, knocking the air out of my chest. Damn it, it hurts like hell with that fucking hoof of his. "I'm gonna make you go through fucking hell!"

I crawl backwards in the hall that we were in. Damn it, I didn't think that they would go for me so soon. I try to stand, only to have that fucking hoof land hard on my chest, stamping me into the ground.

"Stan, go easier on the kid." Tammy/Rachel says, appearing right behind him. "Go too fast and you'll break him before we get to the _real_fun."

"Whatever do you mean? Tammy?" I ask, trying to provoke her. She walks up to me, stepping on my head and forcing it into the ground.

"Dirt like you should just stay on the ground and keep quiet. Although, you're worse than dirt. You're scum, you're vile, you're toxic. Coming into our school, then tarnishing these halls by walking in them, and then even tarnishing Trenton's reputation by trying to seduce him as some slut named Julie."

"Why, I have no idea what- ahh!" I say, shouting out in pain as Stan the horse stomps on my chest again.

"I'm gonna make sure you hurt." He says, sneering sadistically.

"Actually, Stanley, I have an even better idea!" she says, grounding her nasty foot into the side of my head. "Since he likes to pretend he's a girl so much, why don't we indulge him?"

My eyes widen as I stare at them. Stan just grins manically, silently agreeing with her "wonderful idea". Please . . . someone help me.

* * (Perspective change, Trenton Anael) * *

"Sir, I can only keep the doors unlocked long enough for one person to get through!" Daniel shouts to me.

"Then I'll go through!"

"Sir, it's too dangerous." He says, trying to get me to back out.

"Daniel . . . if I can't even protect my pup, how can I expect to protect everyone else?" I ask him, brimming with determination.

". . . You only have one chance." He says, hitting something on his laptop. I open the door and speed through. "Beat the crap out of them!"

I close the door, bringing silence to everything. I listen closely, hearing murmurs just around the bend. I run fast, my steps not making any noise what-so-ever.

"Dirt like you should just stay on the ground and keep quiet. Although, I'd say you're worse than dirt. You're scum, you're vile, and you're toxic. Coming into our school, then tarnishing these halls by walking in them, and then even tarnishing Trenton's reputation by trying to seduce him as some slut named Julie."

I grit my teeth at Tammy's words, loosing myself in rage so much that I mess the next few seconds. Carefully, I look around the corner and see . . . Stanley and Tammy standing over Jake, stepping on him.

* * (Perspective change, Jake Travis) * *

He looked straight into my eyes, rage filling them. But I snapped him out of it, giving him a confident look, just as him showing up gave me confidence.

When he showed up, I was so happy. He would save me, I knew it . . . but that's not what I wanted, was it? I wanted to do things on my own. And with him here, I felt like I could do anything.

"Now, don't worry. We'll make you feel like the girl you want to be." Tammy says, sneering at me.

I look at her, face expressionless and giving her an icy gaze. My role this time, emotionless killer.

"I truly grow bored of this." I say, letting out a disappointed sigh.

"Huh? What was that, faggot?" Stanley says, pressing down harder.

I stifle a groan of pain, breathing normally. "Wow, can you really not hear me? I said I'm getting bored."

They tense, taking their feet off me. "Bored?" Tammy says, her voice just a little shaky.

"Yeah. I thought you guys would be interesting, but maybe I should just end this. I can't let anybody know my dirty little secret, now can I?" I say, chuckling a little. "You should have figured it out by now, right? I'm a spy sent from central."

"C-Central?" Tammy says, taking a step back.

"Didn't it seem strange that someone was transferring into Tower academy for their second year of college? Why not the first year? No, I was in central, training in the arts of espionage, one of their best agents. Now tell me, do you really think that their best agent wouldn't have some kind of ability that allowed them to defend themselves?"

"Y-You're lying. You can't even walk through the halls!" Stanley shouts out at me.

"An act, you Neanderthal. But can you smell it? That subtle scent that seems to just pass by you?" I ask. Immediately, I see them sniff the air. "It's covered by many other scents, but you should get it soon enough. It's the smell of a poison that I emit."

"A-A poison?"

"Yes, from my personal skill, 'Gospel's Ecstasy'. An ability that lets me secrete a special pheromone that slowly kills people. How? Well, it stops all bodily functions. First, you start feeling wobbly." They start to wobble, their knees threatening to buckle. "That's the first sign before you lose consciousness. The next is that your pulse gets faster and faster, slowly rising." Tammy's paw moves over to her chest, her eyes getting wider. "Can you feel it? That slow, overbearing feeling constricting your breathing, making you take bigger gulps of air, faster? I'm sure it doesn't feel like it's enough, and in fact, it isn't." they start panting, hyperventilating almost. "Now do you feel your vision fading? Slowly into black? Are your thoughts jumbled? Don't worry, soon everything will disappear. Yes . . . just relax . . . let go. Fall into the Gospel's Ecstasy."

They start panicking, bracing themselves against the wall and sitting, weezing from the 'poison'. This is probably the most dangerous thing that someone can have. Control over your fears. With just a few suggestions and my "Actor", they're already freaking out.

"Do you feel it? Everything's spinning." I say as I stand up. "Soon, the poison will affect your muscles. Try standing up and see for yourself, you'll feel shaky and wobbly." They stand up, only to fall back down on their asses, but only because their bodies were taking in so much oxygen. "Yes, I can see it all now. Soon, your heart won't be able to take it, you know. The blood pressure will fluctuate too much, and soon the blood will build up in one place . . . until . . ."

"U-Until wh-wh-what?" Tammy stammers, head spinning.

"Well, until . . . pop." I say, smiling sadistically.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" they shout, letting out blood curdling screams before they both fall unconscious, probably from hyperventilating.

I break character, letting out a long, drawn out breath and falling to the floor. "Trenton . . . I-I did it." I say, tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. This was a victory. "I did it."

He runs up to me, picking me up and hugging me tightly. "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay Trenton, you were here to save me. Heck, you even had enough faith in me to let my save myself. Thank you, Trenton." I say, whispering. "Thank you . . ."

He breaks the hug, looking deep in my eyes. "You can be really scary, you know that? But . . . I'm glad you're safe." He says, leaning in and kissing me firmly on the mouth. I let out a "Mrph!" sound, but he just holds me tight, his lips pressed against my own. "You're safe . . ."

We break the embrace, him looking dreamily at me while I glance away bashfully. I didn't think of all things he would . . . you know. "S-So what do we do with them?" I ask, unable to really cope with the developments.

"Oh . . . I'll handle it." he leans down to both of them, dragging them closer to each other. " This is an order. When you, Stanley Maron and Rachel Young, wake up, you'll have no recollection of Jake Travis, or Julie Travis. Also, you'll confess to the crimes of multiple vandalisms, tampering with security and school data, and trying to sexually abuse an innocent student."

"W-Will that kind of order actually work?" I ask. It seemed rather specific.

"Since they're not awake, yes. It'll register in their subconscious, so they won't recognize the order specifically, but they'll have a deep urge to follow it. I should know, I tried it on- on my dog!"

"You have a dog?" I ask. "You tried using 'Law and Order' on it?"

"Training it to use the rest room, yes." He says, blushing and looking away. It made me smile, but then I remembered about the kiss. I should be happy, right? I mean, it's what I wanted. But it just . . . confused me. "A-Anyway, we should head out. It's all over now, and I'd like to relax for the rest of the day."

"Heh, and to think that you didn't know what to do today." I say, walking to a door. "Hm? It's locked."

". . . Shit, I forgot about the lockdown." Trenton says, groaning. He leans down, searching Tammy's pockets. "She must have done it remotely, so . . . here it is, her phone. Damn, it's locked."

"Fuck, what do we do n-"

"Got it." I look at him, confused. "What? I can get to the exact room I need by opening any door that's connected to about 794 other doors, and that are constantly changing. A simple 7 digit number password is pretty easy."

"Wow, really?" I say, looking him incredulously.

"Well, that, and the numbers spelled out my name. You know, since each number has three letters under it, and . . . yeah."

". . . She_really_ liked you, you know that, right?" I ask, hoping he wasn't that dense.

"Oh, I knew. Tried to tell her gently that I didn't like her. She didn't get the message. Here it is. She was hacking the controls from her phone." He taps a few buttons, before looking satisfied. "Good. Now the security cameras are up again, and the doors are operational."

He walks up to me, taking my paw into his own, making me blush. His hand was still as calloused as ever, and he proved today that he really didn't mind working with his hands.

"Just so you know, I would have done anything to keep you safe. That's all I want." He says. I look into those eyes of his. Such a piercing green. But it was comforting, like having a whole forest envelope you. "C'mon. Let's go home."

* * * *

I lay in my bed, letting out a sigh of content. After the briefing and questioning, as well as the many questions about my well being, I was finally released. Good thing too, I was getting tired of all the attention.

I see Trenton walk over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. "So . . . they didn't do anything to you, right?"

"C'mon , you heard already. I was only kicked a bit. And stepped on. But it's nothing I can't handle. I mean, it'll be bruises at worst, right?" I say, smiling at the thought that he cared about me. Suddenly, I feel his paws working on my body, kneading out all the tension and stress that had built up in my body. "Wh-What are you-"

"Just relax and let me help you." he says, working those god-like paws over my tense body, every move making everything just wash away. "Damn you're tense, but don't worry . . . this big bad wolf will make it all better." I open my eyes. When did I close them? That's not important, unlike Trenton's face, inches away from my own.

He closes the last few inches between us, locking us both in a deep, passionate kiss. I moan, feeling his tongue invade my muzzle, dancing and pressing against my own. I wrap my arms around his neck as he brings his own behind my back, pressing us harder together. I moan slightly as he leans down, biting my lower lip, then my lower muzzle, working his way to my neck.

"T-Trenton." I moan out, paws shaking as I cling onto him. It wasn't the first time I kissed someone, but it was definitely one of the better ones I've had.

"Mmm, been wanting to do that ever since I saw you in that Julie outfit." He says, growling.

Wait . . .

Processing*

I push him off of me. "You knew?!" I shout out at him, shocked.

"Knew what? That you were a spy, that you were Julie, or that you were into me?" he asks casually, as if he was talking about the weather, or dinner plans for tonight.

"How?!" I shout out, crawling backwards.

He crawls after me, a seductive smirk plastered on his muzzle. "Well, I always knew you were a spy. In fact, I was working on a hunch that no one else knew about, and actually arranged our classes to be similar so I could keep track of you. But, I really did fall for you."

"U-Um, okay, and the Julie thing?"

"Honestly, that was just a really pleasant surprise."

"S-So you know what I'm trying to do?"

"Honestly, I don't know, and I don't care." He says, leaning in and nibbling on my neck again. "All I know is that I want you." he huffs, hot breath rolling off my neck. God, I think I came a little.

"W-Wait, so you're g-gay?" I ask, trying to ignore the stimulation. He tenses. Did I hit a chord?

He leans away. "I-I'm not gay." He says.

"But I thought you said he fell for me . . ." I say, a bit disappointed. He quickly picks up on it.

"I did! B-But I'm not gay. I can't be."

"Why not?" I ask, somewhat hurt and confused.

"B-Because, well . . . everyone's counting on me to not be. I mean . . . I have to be a model student, a perfect specimen. If I'm anything but . . . I'll be letting a lot of people down."

"Wait . . . so you can't be gay because you're afraid of what others will think?"

"No, it's because they look up to me!" he says. "I don't want them to, but . . . they do. So . . . if they find something like this out about me . . ."

It was then that I understood something. All his life, he was forced to play the role of a perfect student. Any less and suddenly, he was a disappointment to everyone who looked up to him. So he had tucked away all his emotions and just went with it. He always tried to convince others that he wasn't anything special, but it just made it worse.

Because of all those who worshipped him, he could never be who he truly was, even if it was just a part of him hidden away. He must have been lonely . . . hiding behind that mask of his.

But now I was at a crossroads. My mission was to seduce Trenton and then expose him as a gay in order to show people how it wasn't that bad. But that would definitely trash his reputation. There had to be some other way, I couldn't possibly do this to him! I . . . I loved him. He may be a mission, but . . . damn it, I loved him!

So that's what will decide my next move.

"Trenton . . ." I say, almost whispering as I lock my arms around his neck, hugging him. "You know, nobody's watching you here. There's no reputation you need to keep up in these walls. And if there's one thing you know, it's that I can tell a lie . . ." I whisper to him, right into his ear. "Here's a safe place, where you can do anything you want. Anything."

He snaps, pushing me to the bed and kissing me passionately. I could feel it. All the built up sexual tension and frustrations in him finally being released, and all of it being directed towards me. And for once, I didn't doubt it. I was the luckiest person alive.

We keep making out fervently, undressing each other while in our respective embraces, clothes being too much with the heat that was building up in the room. Once we were naked, he stops his oral attack on my mouth, instead choosing to attack my neck, going slowly down to my collar bone and then working his way to my chest. I could feel him grind against me, a cock that was probably even bigger than I had fantasized about, not that I minded in any way whatsoever.

He takes one of my nipples into his maw, licking and suckling it until it hardened. I blush, feeling awkward about how he was so damn good at it! Did he have practice with other girls? I'm sure they enjoyed it too. I moan out and shiver at the thought of him taking girls before me, leaving them a gaping mess. And now he was giving me the same treatment, if not more.

He leans away from me, standing on his knees and looking at me hungrily. "S-Stop staring . . . it's embarrassing."

"What can I say? I'm a hungry wolf, and I've been wanting to eat you for way too long." He says, growling and taking me in further. He brings a paw down to his member, stroking it. I could see it clearly, that rage red cock of his, longer than I imagined by about an inch, making him about eight inches. But what got me was the thickness. I'm fairly sure he's got a soda can beat, by just a little. And seeing that now . . . "See something you like?"

He snaps me out of my reverence, reminding me that I was painfully naked right now, my normal, unimpressive body, with the only thing going for me my slightly more feminine curves. I bring my paws close to me, trying to cover up.

"Stop, don't you dare cover yourself." He says, growling. I whimper, feeling myself throb at his dominant tone. He wasn't even using his commands, but he didn't need them to make me obey. "Good boy . . . if you continue to be a good boy, I'll give you a treat. That sounds nice, doesn't it, pup?"

I nod slightly, blushing profusely. "Turn around." He orders, and I comply, turning around and lying flat on my stomach. "Mmmm, lift your tail and spread yourself for me. Show your alpha what you can offer him."

I blush, panting a bit. God, I felt like I could cum if he even just said so. I bring my paws to my butt, spreading them open and showing him my tail hole. "That's a good puppy . . . okay, you can let go now." He says, replacing my hands with his own. He lifts his paw, only to bring it down with a loud slap, making me yelp and moan from the sudden and sharp pain. He massages and rubs my rump tenderly, right before slapping it again.

Slap*

Slap*

Slap*

Each strike making me moan. "That was for teasing me so much, you naughty puppy."

"I-I'm so sorry, alpha." I moan out, paws clutching the sheets under me.

"Don't worry, pup. I like being teased, but only by you. But you went just a little too far, so it's only natural to receive punishment."

Slap*

Moan*

"But since you took your punishment so well, here's your reward." He says. I glance back to see him looking at my tail hole hungrily, right before diving in and licking hard. I yelp, shivering from the strange feeling. I could feel him spreading me further, tongue licking and swiping hard against my little tail hole, before forcing his way through my resistant little muscle, his tongue plunging into my most intimate and sensitive depths. I moan loudly, practically_begging_ him for more, to go harder and further these strange, yet oh so enjoyable sensations coming from within me.

"P-Please alpha, deeper! Harder! I need you to wreck me!" I moan out, grabbing the head board and shiver like the submissive omega I was. He growls, slapping my sore rump again, but I feel his tongue delve even deeper into me, rubbing hard against my prostate. I tighten up on his tongue, my whole body convulsing with the electrical pleasure I was getting from my alpha's masterful ministrations.

He immediately see's the reaction, changing his long, hard licks to an even harder, rubbing sensation against my prostate, making me shiver and moan out like a bitch in heat. I feel my dick throb against the now warm sheets, begging to be touched and rubbed, to finally relieve it of the pressure of orgasm that was building faster and faster within me.

I could feel myself sweating, trying to hold off my orgasm for as long as possible, but my mind was so foggy, wanting nothing more to give into the ecstasy that was threatening to overtake my mind at any time.

I could feel every motion of him within me, every twitch of his tongue, how his drool was leaking into me, making my insides squish erotically as his thick, slimy saliva continued to lube me up. I could hear him grunting and growling, loving the taste of his little pup, his little omega.

I tense up, letting out a shaky breath as I feel my whole body tense, finally reaching the point of no return.

Trenton suddenly pulls out, only to stuff two fingers deep within me, hitting my prostate. He takes his other paw, crawling under me and taking my hard dick in his hands and pumping it fast and hard as his fingers thrust in and out of me, fucking my already slick and violated tail hole.

"T-Trenton!" I scream out as I finally let go, my whole body spasming and convulsing, dick throbbing hard as the cum just sprays out of my dick, covering my stomach and chest, a few shots even hitting my chin.

"Mmm, that's right pup, cum for your alpha." He says, still finger fucking me roughly, milking me of everything I could give him at the moment. He nibbles on my exposed neck scruff as my orgasm dies down, my whole body hot and shivering, still locked in the bliss of what had to be the greatest orgasm of my life. Although, something told me that it would be outdone soon enough.

"Did my little pup like that?" he asks, lovingly fingering my hole as I clenched down on him, my whole body feeling sensitive to his every touch, yet craving it even more now. I nod, slowly, feeling spent. "Good, because that's not all that we're gonna do. Nope, I'm gonna wreck that ass of yours. All night."

I shiver at those words. He pulls out of me, gently helping me turn over. "I wanna see your face." He says, stroking my cheeks. "I have to see that sweet face of yours as I fuck the cum right out of you. But first . . ."

He shows his paw to me, how it was soaked in my cum. "Looks like my puppy made a mess, why don't you help me clean up?" I smile dreamily, automatically taking his fingers into my maw, suckling on them hungrily. I take his fingers out of my maw, licking his paw pads clean of my cum, then suckling on them just a little longer. "You're such a good puppy. So good, you deserve another treat. How about a big, fat, juicy bone?"

I start panting, tongue lolling out. He was being so dominant, and I loved it. Who needed a slow, mushy sex scene? This wasn't about just love, this was the truth. We were both horny for each other, and we needed this from one another. Not beauty in the form of sex, but hot, carnal lust.

He moves my legs and lets me wrap them around his waist, and he takes my paws into his own, fingers intertwining above my head. "Ready?"

I nod, wanting nothing more than to get that hot piece of meat to fuck me senseless. He pushes in, his tip sinking in just fine, since his thick, canine werebeast tongue stretched me out just fine, not to mention how werebeast saliva was great lube.

He keeps stretching me, his thick girth pushing me to the limits. I moan out, face contorted into a grimace of ecstasy as pain and pleasure mix to form a symphony of bliss. I wasn't a masochist . . . well, not a big one at least.

"Need some time?"

"N-No, keep going, Trenton! Please, I need you in me!" I moan out, legs trying to push him in as I clench down on him, making him groan and push further. God, feeling that thick cock of his slide in inch by inch was surreal, but so good!

He brings his panting muzzle down, locking it with my own as we passionately make out. I feel the drool form his own muzzle drip into mine as he pushed deeper into me, and I should have found it disgusting, but I couldn't help but moan out at the sensation, gulping it down hungrily as I sucked on his tongue.

Finally, he gives one more, hard thrust and hilts in me, our bodies pressed together in what had to be the most intimate way possible. He looked at me longingly, eyes glazed over by lust. He moves down and bites and nips at my neck, making me shudder and moan as I squeeze down on his hard, throbbing cock.

He pulls out, right before thrusting his length back into me, fucking me fervently as I squirm under his grasp, tongue lolling out as unintelligible moaning and mumbling falls out of my slack muzzle.

He just growls and starts to build up a rhythm, each time he pulls out, thrusting back into me roughly, making a slapping sound, despite the fur muffling it.

I could feel it, those hard thrusts of that thick cock of his rubbing hard against my prostate, grinding it into oblivion. I shiver, my cock throbbing as cum explodes out of me again, my tail hole convulsing and clenching down on Trenton's cock, milking it for everything I had. He growls, fucking me even harder and triggering another orgasm from me, before the last one had even ended.

It felt so good, my mind overwhelmed by every single sensation my alpha was throwing at me, literally fucking me senseless. I could feel his fully formed knot pummeling my tail hole, wanting to get in desperately and tie his newest bitch. I try to relax the best I can, but I tense up again as he makes me cum yet again, his cock really doing a number on my prostate.

He half growls, half barks, taking my shoulder in his maw in a mating bite as he thrusts in wildly, his knot loosening my hole with everything thrust until . . .

Squelch*

I scream in pure ecstasy as his gargantuan knot finally sinks deep within me, stretching me to my absolute limit. He grunts and moans out, jack hammering his now knotted cock into my already beaten up prostate, making me cum again, cum dribbling out of me at this point as my whole body shakes and convulses against his own.

He tenses up, shooting hot, virile lupine cum deep within me, making me shiver as I feel it soon flood me, making my stomach distend ever so slightly.

We both lay there, panting as our orgasms die down. "Th-That was amazing." I moan out, squeezing his paws with my own. "Damn, you weren't kidding when you said you were gonna fuck the cum out of me."

". . . Who said I was done?" he asks, smirking evilly as he thrusts hard into me, making me half yelp, half moan in surprise. He doesn't let up either, fucking me into submission and making me cum again from the suddenness of it all.

I moan out, slurring out random pleas. Whether they were to have him stop, or keep going, even I didn't know. I blush hard as I feel his cum squish around inside of me. As he tries to pull his knot out of me, making me moan uncontrollably, I feel the cum squirt out obscenely, making me blush somehow even harder before he thrusts back into me, that knot of his never leaving my body.

He continues to fuck me senseless, making me cum again and again until I almost lost consciousness, him kissing and nibbling me wherever he could until I felt him go ever harder, his thrusts getting erratic. I clench down on him, making him growl and bite my shoulder again, his hot wolf cum going deep into me and sending me off once again, my stomach now distended almost disgustingly with the sheer amount of cum he put into me with just two loads.

And once he was done, he did it again.

And again.

And again.

Yup, I have to be the luckiest dog alive.