FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Check mate." The old wolf says, moving his rook in position to block off my king's escape. "Now are you satisfied, Dennis?"

"Come now, I'm sure you love playing with me." I say, offering my hollow smile. You probably can't tell since I'm automatically translating all of it, but we were speaking in Latin, since this guy here just _had_to be unique. "Beside's I got fairly close that time, Barum Anael."

I set the board up once again, looking at him critically. He had gray fur all over his thin, lanky body, and his age showed easily under that pelt of his. "Tell me, why do you keep playing chess with me if you keep losing?"

"Because I find losing fun." I say, moving my pawn forward, as he always gave me the first move. "If I won every game I've played, I'm sure I would simply stop playing. Besides, I like playing chess with you because I hate it."

"And how would that make sense?" he asks as he moves his knight forward. "If you do something you hate, then only half your heart will be in it."

"Oh no, on the contrary. It's because I hate it that I'll try so hard. But yes, chess is utterly boring to me. They say it's the ultimate game, the true game of kings, but it's so restricted."

"And how would you suppose we make it better?" he says as I move yet another pawn forward.

"Easy. Make it a true war game by changing the pieces. Each piece is so set in stone, its limits and capabilities known from the first move. True, you can utilize all the pieces differently, but wouldn't it be interesting if all the pieces were random, with their own unique abilities?"

"My, from the sounds of it, it seems as if you were implying that we should use humans in our little game." He says, his polite smile turning thin and wicked.

"Well, that would be fun I suppose. Too bad the game has already started." I say as we continue moving pieces automatically. I see it, he feels as if he were going to win. He's considered every possibility and made a countermeasure. That is . . . until . . .

"Check mate." I say, moving my queen into position. He looks shocked, almost surprised. "You didn't notice it, did you? It's always the one you never notice that comes to bite you." I place a finger on my pawn, the one I used to place him into this corner. On the pawn, a small black dot. "Remember, in any game, you should never underestimate any of the pieces, Barum. Otherwise . . . I'll have you in check."

"My, you've certainly won this time, District 1's observer, Dennis Hua." He says, grinning widely. "But don't forget. In the game you wish to play, I control the board."

"That's fine." I say, offering a genuine smile this time. "It'll just make it all the better when I take you down, District 5's observer, Barum Anael."

Yes, it was a giant game with this man, but I'll play along. After all . . .

I've already won, ever since sending in my spotted pawn.

* * (Fourth Movement, Language) * *

* * (Perspective change, Jake Travis) * *

I moan out loudly as he presses in further, jamming his fingers into me right up to the knuckle. "T-Trenton, harder." I say as he presses in his third finger. I was still slick on the inside from all the cum he put in me.

"Okay then, just for you, puppy." He says, starting to finger fuck me roughly. I feel him rub hard over my prostate, making my balls ache and my tail hole clench down. After literally a whole night of getting fucked, I was wiped, but not wiped enough that I would ever ask him to stop.

He places his free paw on my cheek, making me look directly at him. I shiver in sinful pleasure as he stops thrusting his fingers and just presses hard against my prostate, as well as from his lustful gaze. He leans down, kissing me hard and pressing his tongue into my muzzle as my dick starts to throb, leaking out weak spurts of cum as orgasm overtakes me for what had to be the fortieth time. It's a good thing werebeasts were so damn productive. Dry cumming isn't as fun as it sounds.

"Mmm, you taste good, puppy." He says, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting us. "I suggest you put on some scent concealer for today, or else everyone will know that I claimed you."

"I'm not sure if I even want to hide it." I pant out as he pulls out his fingers, replacing it with that thick cock of his, sliding it right in. I shiver and hold onto him for dear life. I may have taken that thick slab of meat a lot, but you just don't get used to something like that.

Slap*

I moan as he smacks my ass hard as he thrusts in. "Bad puppy, you know that we have to keep this a secret." He says, going to one of my ears and nibbling on it. He starts thrusting into me roughly, making me moan and squirm in his grasp.

Slap*

I moan out again, cumming from his cock hitting me in all the right places. "Oh, god, harder!" I moan out. He growls, smacking me on the ass and then laying me flat n the bed. He starts bucking into me even harder, making me see stars as his cock rams into my prostate and stretches me to the max. He moves his paws up, raking them through my fur until he gets to one of my nipples, pinching and twisting it gently and making me moan out.

"Don't worry, puppy. After all this, I doubt that you'll want anyone else anyway. But don't worry, I'll be your alpha, Jake." He says as he licks the side of my face. I start cumming again, barely anything coming out this time. "Oh man, looks like we should start getting ready for school." he pulls out with a large schlurping sound, making me whine, feeling empty without him.

"C-Can't we just skip today?" I moan out, paws on his shoulders and giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Nope, now open up." He says. I open my maw, taking in his dick and grabbing his knot and tugging on it. He groans, muzzle fucking me hotly as his cock slips into my throat easily. The first time had a lot of gagging, but it was fairly easy now. I moan as I taste that delicious pre of his. His whole dick was covered in the stuff. I always thought pre tasted salty, but his tasted . . . like his musk. And it was just so thick, coating your whole tongue in its delicious, dominant flavor.

He groans, rubbing my head lovingly as his dick throbs, shooting it's even better cum into my muzzle. He shoots out at least a pint straight down my throat, then moves back, giving me a muzzle full of the stuff before pulling out and cumming all over my face. Even after all the times he came, he still gives me so much.

He pulls me up as I try to lick off the cum. "Hehe, good boy." He says, licking the cum off my face and kissing me, feeding me the cum that way. I shiver, leaning against him. I was fucking putty in his paws, and could you blame me? He was an Adonis in wolf form, from his masculine build, to his dominant yet loving passion in bed.

"C'mon, let's take a shower." He says, picking me up almost effortlessly and bringing me to the bathroom. He places me down and turns the water on before standing behind me and rubbing my cum inflated belly. It was leaking out slowly right now, and I'm sure that I'd be like that until I either forced it out or let it trickle out on its own. "Hey, wanna have my pups, Jake?"

I turn to look at him, seeing a warm smile and bright eyes. "I would if I could." I say, smiling back. He starts fingering me again, making me moan out again. "Wh-What are you-"

"I feel bad for putting so much in you, so I'm helping you get it out." He says, scissoring his fingers and making a larger stream of cum go out as I relax more. "It's an alpha's job to make sure his mate's well taken care of."

M-Mate?!

"Yes, mate. I-If you want!" he says, getting nervous near the end. Damn, he can still read me like a book. A smut book he's cum in many, many times by now. "I mean, I'll have to hide our relationship, and it'll be hard, b-but-"

I turn around and kiss him deeply as his fingers continue to take the cum out of me. "Yes." I say, blushing.

"You sure?" he asks,

"I . . . I want to, but first I should tell you something." I say, clinging onto him. "It's about my mission."

"Shhh, you don't have to talk about it." he says, massaging my back and kneading out any discomfort that may have been there. I open my mouth to try to talk, but he presses against the small of my back, just above my tail, making me moan out in pleasure as a strange tingly sensation streaks through my whole spine, straight to my ass and dick. "I know it's uncomfortable for you right now, so take your time. Besides, I don't care what your mission is, even if it's to kill me. I'm fairly sure you won't now, if that's the case."

"I-I-It's n-n-not!" I say, gasping out as I feel myself cumming again. Damn it, what the hell is with him? Three fingers and a back massage was all he needed to make me cum?!

"Knot? I don't think we have time to tie right now." He says, chuckling. "But don't worry . . . I'll make sure it feels just as good.

Shudder*

* * * *

One would expect that a night of unexpected, yet hot and passionate sex would make things a bit awkward, but it didn't. If anything, it made us closer.

We had gotten most of the cum out of me and had a hearty breakfast, as well as drinking about two gallons of water between us to keep from dehydrating. Note to self, keep water close to the bed.

And I'll admit that putting everything in the washer/drier was awkward since it reminded us on just how much we had did it last night. And it was a lot. But after that we just walked to class like normal, talking about our everyday topics.

"But brunch just isn't a meal!" I say, exasperated.

"How is it not?"

"Because you're supposed to divide your meals evenly, by breakfast, lunch, and dinner, having about 1500 calories in breakfast, and 1000 in the next two, adjusting to your own body. When you add in something like brunch, your body is thrown out of whack and suddenly, you want linner and dineakfast!"

"You're exaggerating." He says, pulling me close with an arm around my shoulder. I blush slightly, but act natural. It wasn't uncommon for us to be seen having physical contact with each other. We were kind of like brothers in a way. At least in everyone else's eyes.

"C'mon, you must follow a strict diet for this" (gesturing to his godly body) "to happen."

"Yes, I watch what I eat as well as doing a training regimen, but what's kept me fit has been the disciplinary committee. You'd be surprised at how fast I have to get things done around here."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, we've been together a lot, right?" he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah."

"Remember all the times I would just run off mysteriously?"

* * (Flash back, Trenton Anael) * *

We walk to a door, me opening it to our next class. "I just don't see why we need a shelf." I say.

"Trust me, it'll tie together the room, perfectly." Jake says, smiling as he clutches the box with what contained a shelf. At least it would be easy to assemble, since it didn't need any nails or screws.

Ring*

My phone goes off. I glance at the vile conversation interrupting contraption, seeing a text that said that three different violations were happening, at once. I grumble. "One sec, I need to take care of something."

"Again?" he asks, looking kind of sad. "Well, come back soon, okay?"

"Don't worry, you know me. I stick to you like glue. Or fleas."

"Eww." He says, giggling. I could feel my sheath thicken a bit as he acted so cute.

"I'm off." I say as I turn around, tapping our room key card to the door and opening it. I close it behind me and quickly put on my trench coat, opening the door to the first place.

"Help me!" a small female dog shouted out as she was dragged by a larger shark into another door leading to what had to be his room.

"Rule 7, there will be no assaulting other students!" I shout out as I run towards them, punching the shark hard on the nose while grabbing the damsel in distress in my arms. "Are you okay?"

"Now that you're here." She says dreamily. I tried my best not to roll my eyes. It was flattering the first time, but now it was kind of old.

"No problem, but you should get to class. Education is important." I say as I open a door and push her through. I run up to the shark, pushing him into the room and taking hand cuffs out of my pocket. He tries to punch me, but I side step, slapping on the first cuff, then circling around in and locking the other on his other arm, locking them both behind his back.

"I'll kill you, you piece of shit!" he shouts out.

" Sit, and stay." I say, walking out the door and slamming it shut. I knew he'd obey me until the cleaners took care of him. I open the next door, jumping to the next violation.

I see a parrot, just about to open a door with a handful of cash. "Rule 24, no stealing." I say as I run up to him. He tries to run, but I kick his knee, making him fall. He wasn't injured, but he was probably hurting pretty bad right now. I grab the wad of bills and open a door, throwing it into a disciplinary committee office. They'd know what to do with it.

I walk through another door, finding the third, and final violation. "No eating in the hall." I say to the tabby.

"Sorry, I couldn't find the lunch room . . ."

"Here." I say, opening the door next to him and revealing the lunch room.

"Thank you, sir!"

"No sir, it's Trenton." I say, turning around and walking through a door that led to my next class. I see Jake, just barely sitting down and run over to him. "Did you miss me?"

"That took longer than usual. And why are you wearing your trench coat?"

"Damn it, I knew I was forgetting something. Oh well, it doesn't matter now." I say. Yup, as long as I'm with him, it doesn't matter now.

* * (Present, Jake Travis) * *

"You did all that?!" I say, surprised by his efficiency.

"Yeah, but I couldn't just let that cat eat in the hall, it's hard on the janitors!" he says.

"Wow, sounds crazy." I say as I bring my attention to the front . . . and then feel my stomach drop.

"Jake? What's wrong? Was it something I did? Did I hurt you?!"

"N-No, it's not that . . . it's just . . ." I say, pointing to the front.

"What? Oh, it's a substitute. Huh, a human. That's rare, these days." He says, looking at our rather lanky substitute teacher.

"N-No, it's not that. That person is-"

"I'd really like it if you quiet down over there, Jake Travis." A snicker from the far side of the room. "This isn't a laughing matter, Wren Reliel." Wren's in this class?

"Damn, he's already gotten our names memorized?" Trenton says, looking impressed. "I wonder who he is."

"I'm about to tell you in a moment, Trenton Anael." The professor says, turning to the digital chalkboard with the writing tablet in his hands. "Class, you can call me Mr. H, since Hua is slightly hard to pronounce. Just think Hu-Ha! Minus the h in the middle. But honestly, I'd prefer it if you called me Dennis."

"Wait . . . Dennis Hua . . . that's the name of-"

"Exactly, Daniel Nalantoth. Central's Observer as well as current student council president, as well as part time teacher and substitute. Pleasure to meet you all." He says, a warm smile on his face.

He get's class started immediately, jumping into the lesson as if he had taught this all his life, and we had always been his students. I'll be honest with you, he scared the shit out of me when I first saw him. It just had to be today of all days, with the whole Trenton situation going on. Other than that, he didn't appear intimidating at all.

He had stark black hair that seemed just a little too long and messy, but not oily or dirty. Of course, this didn't make sense since his werebeast form was a tiger, so he had to have orange and white in his hair somewhere, right? He also had extremely dark brown eyes, almost to the point where they looked as black as his pupils. He was also fairly tall, but he also looked skinny under his loose and baggy clothing, looking rather frail if anything.

Damn it, what could he possibly want now? I know he said he'd check in, but why today of all days?

Squelch*

"Eeegad! Again?!" I scream out as I'm given yet another wet willy.

"Class is over." Trenton says, smiling teasingly at me. I grumble, but smile back, grabbing my stuff to go. "Wait, before we go, Dennis wanted to talk to you."

"R-Really? About what?" I ask, trying to be natural.

"He didn't say." He says, glaring at Dennis who was currently messing with the tablet. "I'll meet you in the next class, okay?"

"Okay." I say, hugging him and then walking rather quickly to the child like professor. "You wanted to talk to me, professor Hua?"

"Yes, it's about your mission." I glance around nervously, noticing that people were still around and definitely in ear shot. "Don't worry, it's one of my personal skills. 'Private Talks'. I speak at an irregular frequency only understandable from this distance. Past it sounds like gibberish due to the sound waves bumping into each other and becoming distorted."

"Oh, good." I say, shifting nervously. "Why are you in your human form?"

"Tigers are fun every now and then, but I decided that here, it would only make things more confusing." He says. "But enough about that, let's discuss your mission." I gulp. "So . . . have you been having fun?"

". . . What?" I ask, taken off guard.

"C'mon, I've seen some pretty cute guys here. Trenton for example. I'm sure you've had some fun here, no?"

"Well . . . I guess so." I say.

"C'mon, you know my policy. Honesty is the simplest way to go." he says, smiling widely, his oddly sharp canines going into view.

"Um . . . to be honest . . . I hate how the halls are so confusing. And the teachers here and so strict about everything. And the people here are such ass holes!"

" . . . But?"

". . . But I've had a lot of fun here. I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world." I say, looking down with a very disheartened aura about me.

"Good. Life is about living through events, be it happy or sad, but happy is far more enjoyable. So, now let's talk about the mission . . . have you gotten anywhere?"

"I . . . yes sir. I've managed to seduce Trenton Anael, and I have enough proof to oust him to the whole school."

"Good, so you can do it and this will all be over with . . . if you want it to be over." He says, giving me a knowing smile.

"Yeah, I guess it will be over." I say, feeling like my heart was being ripped out.

". . . Jake, let me ask you something . . . if you had the chance to stop being a puppet, would you take it?" I look at him, slightly offended. "C'mon, we both know how you've felt about this. Jake, allow me to clarify. Will you be my good puppet and take the easiest, most efficient route? Or will you try to do something insane?"

". . . I remember." I say, looking up at him, suddenly finding my courage and confidence. "I remember when I first went into the school. You said that insanity was your favorite thing."

He smiles widely, almost challenging me to say it. "So you choose insanity?" I nod my head. "Well . . . then it looks like I've made the right choice. I'll always be there if you need me, but I'll look forward to seeing your story unfold, my little black and white lie. Just look for me in the shadows, if you ever need any help."

He turns, messing with his tablet once again, and I'm just left kind of surprised. Was he expecting me to deviate from the original plan? "Wait a second . . . you've always advocated happy endings for everyone, and something like ousting a person for being gay would ruin their reputation, as well as initially spark more violence and anti-gay rules and movements."

"Yes, your point?" he says, not even looking up at me. But he still had that knowing smile smeared across his face.

"You knew all this would happen, didn't you? You knew I would fall for Trenton and he would fall for me, and that I wouldn't be able to bring myself to ruin him. Hell, you probably planned it all out up to this very conversation!"

"Well, call it a guess. I honestly didn't expect you to reek of him so soon, though. It's kind of cute."

"You tricked me!" I say, acting mad.

"Let's cut to the chase. What will make you forgive me?" he asks, looking up and giving me a lopsided smile.

"Hmm . . . I need more actors." I say.

". . . Huh?" Not gonna lie. It felt really good catching him off guard.

* * (Perspective change, Trenton Anael) * *

"So . . . this is our entire cast?" I ask, a bit skeptical. I take a look around. There was Jake, standing with me and examining our other actors. In front of us, were Daniel and Wren (Reggie). Also with them, Dennis.

"Of course it isn't our entire cast. Auditions are today, but I asked them to come in since they both know Romeo and Juliet, as well as being able to act various parts very well. Also, if we show that we have a cast forming, it'll make us look more professional and formal, and knowing the majority of the school, they'll take it as a challenge and try to audition to prove that they could get in."

"You're wicked, you know that? First using me, and then the others."

"C'mon, you know you love me." I say, punching him in the arm. "Oh, but I need a favor from you, Dennis."

"Yes?" he asks.

"I'm gonna need you to make some props for me, do you think you can do that?"

"Well-"

"Actually, no. You're right, I can't trust you with it." he says.

". . . Excuse me?" Dennis says, anger thinly veiled by that smile of his.

"I'll give the job to Trenton. I mean, look at him, strong and reliable. I just don't think I can trust you." oh, I see his game.

"Oh don't worry, I can build a few fucking props." Dennis says, crossing his arms in a challenging kind of way.

"Oh, but these are somewhat difficult." There's the bait.

"Screw that, I can handle it!" he says. And there's the catch. Fish on. "So do you have a list?"

"Yes." Jake says, pulling out a notebook.

Dennis grabs it, opening it to the first page . . . then flipping through the rest of the pages. "I-Is this all?"

"You're right, we should have you do costumes too." Jake says, smiling widely. "You can handle it, right?"

The sly bastard. "O-Of course." Dennis says, finally realizing his mistake. He walks off to the back of the stage, dragging his feet in defeat.

"Okay, Trenton, the people auditioning will be here any minute, so we have to get to that table I set up in the House. Wren, Daniel, sorry to say this, but you two will be the eye candy."

"Sure." Daniel says while Wren looks at him hungrily. Eh, I'm sure he got the gist of it.

"Okay people, let's get ready!"

* * * *

"So, what part are you auditioning for?" Jake asks.

"Juliet." The young vixen says.

"The part's already taken, dear." He replies.

"Oh . . . then Juliet's understudy." She says, smiling widely.

"Wait . . . you're willing to play an understudy role?" He asks.

"Of course. Someone needs to fill the role if something were to happen to the actress playing Juliet. Like, you know, getting sick, or being late, or, I don't know, getting hit by a bus-"

"Next!" I shout out.

* * * *

"I'll be playing Romeo's secret true love, Juliet's twin sister." A cheetah girl says.

"That's not an actual part." I say.

"In my heart it is." She says.

"Please pick an actual part, sweety." Jake says, kindly.

"Well . . . I've always liked the nurse part. She's always been so kind and motherly, and she's a really inspirational character to me."

"Very interesting choice, but a great one at that." Jake says, leaning forward. I could smell that he was relieved that this one didn't want him dead. "Start whenever you feel ready."

"Okay." She says, exhaling and getting into character. "Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone; A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly: 'Yea,' quoth my husband, 'fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'"

Silence. Jake stands up. "Girl, what is your name?"

"Oh, Alice." She says, nervously shuffling.

"Alice . . . send the next person in." Alice's mood immediately drops. "But don't forget to come in after so we can discuss when rehearsal will be."

"Wait . . . I got the part?!" she says, smiling.

"I'd be a fool not to give it to you! That's the best Nurse I've ever seen! Outgoing and kind of spunky, vulgar, almost! And still having that same care for Juliet, the girl you've raised for so long. Alice, welcome to the cast, we'll look forward to working with you."

* * * *

The next few were the same. People trying to get Juliet, then subtly threatening to kill Jake, or at least the person playing Juliet currently. On the bright side, we decided that two of them could be good for lady Capulet and lady Montague.

"Hello, I'll be auditioning for-"

"Next." I say, hiding Jake's face with a folder. It was the horse, Stanley. After the whole incident, he was charged with violation of school property as well as assault on a student. Sadly, all that happened was that he was kicked out of the disciplinary committee.

"Why?!" he says.

"C'mon, Trenton, let's just see what he's got." Jake whispers to me.

"That bitch tried to do things to you!" I whisper-shout venomously.

Moan*

"Please, Trenton, for your sweet omega?" he whispers to me, paw rubbing and groping my cock under the table.

"F-Fine, but just this once."

A slight pause. "Okay, go any time you're ready."

"What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!"

. . . "That actually wasn't half bad." I whisper to Jake.

"Yeah, you could really feel the pent up anger and hatred." He says. "Okay, we'll consider you for the part, please send the next person in."

* * * *

The four of us stand up, stretching. After all the people, we finally found a decent casting, despite the many people wanting to play Juliet and Juliet only.

"By the way, what are you guys going to play?" I ask, gesturing to Wren and Daniel.

"Jake already assigned us roles." Wren says, hands in his pocket and tail wagging happily. "Can't believe how much I'm getting for this."

"What _are_you getting?" Daniel asks. "From what I heard, you're one of the more dangerous information brokers."

"Oh c'mon, stud muffin, you don't have to worry about it." Daniel opens his mouth, probably to respond to the comment, but then snaps it shut, the scent of embarrassment and a little bit of happiness and pride overflowing from him. "I'm just gonna find out why that Stanley and Tammy did all that vandalism in the first place."

I glance to Jake nervously, but he just smiles lopsidedly, so I knew he had it handled. Besides, if anything I could just use the fact that Wren's gay against him. That is, assuming my theory about him being gay is correct.

"Oh god, but thinking about that juicy piece of information, I know people who would kill for that kind of stuff! Even the interrogators couldn't get a clear reason out of those two." He says, slightly drooling. He really liked information. "What could it be? Is it some random crime due to hormonal college students? Or is it an even bigger conspiracy leading to the darkness of the very grounds this building was built upon. Just thinking about the possibilities . . ."

Heavy panting from Wren*

"Well, going away from that topic, I'm playing Benvolio, and Wren is playing Mercutio."

"It makes sense for those two." Jake says, bouncing on his paw pads. "Wren, the playful, slightly dirty minded person, fits Mercutio to the fullest. And Daniel is Trenton's trusted friend, same as Benvolio."

"Hey, what makes you think you got me all figured out?" Wren asks, smirking.

"Was I wrong?" he says, cockily.

"Hmph, can't say you were wrong, I suppose. By the way, where's Dennis?"

"He should be back stage working . . . on the props?" I say as we enter the backstage to a . . . I'm not sure.

"Well? Is this 'good enough' for you guys?" Dennis says, panting from exhaustion. He was in his werebeast form right now, which was a tiger. "I've finished everything on the list that you've given me, using the materials we had on hand, as well as in the budget that was given to us by donation. Of course, I had to convince more people to donate from outside. It's a good thing I'm really convincing."

"How did you . . . all of this?!" Jake says, shocked.

"Hey, you . . . you wanted props *coughing and violent panting* so I gave you props!" he says, falling to the floor, flat on his back. "I'm . . . I'm gonna lie down for a bit . . . I'll meet you guys in the dressing rooms for the measurements for the costumes."

"A-Are you okay?" I ask. "Should we call a doctor?"

"Oh, no, of course not." He says. "It's nothing I've never dealt with before. Don't worry, in werebeast form, we have enhanced regeneration abilities, and I've adjusted my body to produce energy faster, so nothing to worry about."

"Huh, that's right. The scariest thing about Central's observer is the fact that he can alter his genetic make-up for a limited amount of time, but it always snaps right back to the original structure. But the fact that he can do such a thing is just amazing." Daniel mutters.

"You know, that's not the scariest thing about him." I hear Wren whisper to Daniel. "I hear that's just a secondary skill of his. His primary skill is still unknown."

"That it is!" Dennis says, sitting up sharply. "And I intend to keep it that way!"

Suddenly, we were all being pushed along to the dressing rooms. "Now we shouldn't keep the others waiting for the rehearsal times as well as roles, so we're gonna have to do this quick." He pushes us all in and slams the door shut. "Now . . . strip."

". . . What?" we all say in unison.

* * (Perspective change, Jake Travis) * *

I knew there were succubae type werebeasts, from the mythical werebeast generation, but I didn't think he was one of them. I lay there, on top of Trenton as we both cower in fear.

"C'mon, it was just a little measuring." Dennis says, eyes glinting evilly. Wren was on the floor, smiling like an idiot, and Daniel was in the fetal position in the corner, cowering in fear like us.

"You monster! You violated us!" I shout out.

"How so? All I did was take your measurements." He says, smiling wickedly.

"Were our dick measurements really necessary?!" Trenton argues.

"Yes, how else will I do the crotch of the pants? I need to also make sure that the costumes won't rip if you get a little too intimate on stage."

"What kind of shit excuse is that?!" I shout angrily.

"Well, it's done now, and I could have made it a lot worse. You should have seen me in my teenage years. I would literally grope my friends in public. Not that they would mind."

"You're sick." Daniel says, shakily.

"C'mon, he's pretty fun." Wren says, slowly getting up. "Besides, this is just revenge against Jake for earlier, right?"

"Right. Revenge. Let's go with that." Dennis says suspiciously. Is he saying that so we would have doubts about it? Or is he serious? "Now let's go people. I need to go out and buy the cloth, and you guys need to finish deciding the casting. Normally it would take a lot longer, but we're short on time here.

We head out to the stage and find all the people who had auditioned. The ones we hadn't downright turned down, of course. We announce the parts quickly, seeing a few frustrated faces, and many more happier faces as we tell them they had gotten the part. It was a nice feeling over all.

"Now, we also need stage crew, so if anyone would like to volunteer, please sign up on that paper on the door out in the back." I say, getting a few glares in return. "Did I mention that you'll probably see Trenton half naked while changing? He might even ask you for help."

"Give the paper to me!" "No way, bitch! I saw it first!" "Move bitch! Get out of the way!"

Ah, the wonders of female hormones. "And that concludes today's auditions. Rehearsals are after school every day for an hour, for the next week. I'm only giving so much time because I expect you all to know your lines already, so all we need you to do is get fully into character, which shouldn't be too hard. Thank you all for coming today, we really appreciate it."

Everyone who wasn't up gathers their things, preparing to leave.

Slam*

"My oh my, what do we have here?" An elderly wolf says, stepping in. Everyone freezes, not moving even to breathe. This wolf was . . . "It's been a while since I've seen any auditorium put to use. If you can really call this a use, and not some waste of time."

"P-Principle Anael, what are you doing here on this fine day?" Daniel asks nervously.

"I'm just making sure that this play is doing well. After all, Trenton is the lead. Of course, that was the only reason I had approved of this thing in the first place." He says, every word icy and condescending, as if he were the adult in a room full of toddlers.

"Yes, well we were just finishing here, so you should probably go as well." Dennis says, just as icily. Suddenly, the pressure in the room seemed to greatly increase, the tension choking us all except for the bright orange tiger and the elderly grey wolf.

"You know, I have a hard time seeing the merits of all these silly plays that you people host. It's quite ridiculous if you ask me." he says. "All you're doing is playing dress up, nothing more. You can always just read the screen play, and even then, the play writers were mediocre at best. Tell me, little Dalmatian boy, what do you see in these little games?"

I grit my teeth, wanting to just cuss him out, but that would only reinforce his point of it being childish, and him being the superior one. I'll tell him off by giving him all the reasons why plays are so beneficial.

. . . Huh? That's . . . weird. I can't think straight. I rub my paw against my head, suddenly feeling sick to y stomach. Calm down. Just think straight, you can do this.

"What is it? Cat got your tongue? No offense, Dennis." The fact that he pointed it out to Dennis probably means he meant every word. "Well, if you can't justify-"

"Wait." I say, demanding silence from him. I will not be pushed around again by someone who thought they were better than everyone else. "Allow me to educate you, Principle. Plays are not meant for silly dress up games. Plays are meant to not only portray to you the words written by the wonderful play writers, but also the emotions imbued within the words. Every time someone writes a piece of literature, be it short story, novel, or even a play, they always lace the words with emotions. Sadly, those emotions get lost in the storm of words. That's why plays are so important. It's the actor's job to show the world the emotions that may have been left behind."

"True. But isn't it a bit lazy? Why not just search for the emotions yourself?" he smiles wickedly, as if he's got me wrapped around his little finger. "Relying on others is what the weak do. Simply forcing themselves onto the strong, and dragging them down with them."

I grip my head in my paw, feeling it throbbing with pain. I grit my teeth harder, working through it. "That kind of logic . . . is why this school is so messed up! Only the strong should be able to walk around, only the strong should be able to find the emotions, and the weak should just be left to rot? Don't give me that bull crap!"

He smirks at me, as if I've caught his interest. "If the strong help the weak understand, then they'd be strong too. If the weak tried to follow the strong, then they'd be strong too. If one tried to protect the other, if we all just protected each other, do you know what would happen? They would be strong too. All these possibilities and they'd lead to the same outcome. So why is it you advocate leaving the weak behind?!"

"Hmph. You're a mere child. The only wisdom you have is probably from these mediocre plays."

"Mediocre?" I ask, glaring at him. "Then let me tell you this. I'd rather have my mediocre wisdom, rather than be like you. A true wise man knows that no wisdom is bad, and for you to dismiss it like that, it makes you a fool in wise men's clothing."

. . . He smiles. "Very well said, Jake Travis. Say as much as you want, but my way isn't wrong. You haven't changed my opinion in the slightest. But I'll be looking forward to this 'play' of yours." He says, before turning around and walking out the door, leaving nothing behind, except the heavy pressure, and my throbbing headache.

* * * *

I lay flat against the freshly washed sheets on the bed, stretching and slowly unwinding. "Damn, today was stressful."

"Yeah. Sorry about the principle." He says. It didn't escape me that not once had he called him dad, or father, or even pops.

"Well, that asshole can't get us from here. This is our safe place, our sanctuary." I say, rolling onto my back. "Damn it, why did we have to wash the sheets? I miss your scent on them . . . it always calmed me down."

"Well, you know what they say." Trenton says, using that low, baritone voice that made me shiver. "It's always better straight from the tap."

I turn to the side and see a very much shirtless Trenton, much to my immense enjoyment. "I'll have to agree with you on that."

"Now, I know just what will help with that stress of yours. He gently pulls of my shirt over my head, making me growl playfully. "It's actually not exactly what you're thinking." He pushes me back down on my stomach and crawls onto the bed, straddling me from my upper legs. "I was thinking that you could use a massage for now. Besides, I'm pretty sure you're sore from yesterday."

"I can work through the pain." I say.

"C'mon, I'm not gonna torture you by giving you the same treatment as yesterday. Remember what I said? It's an alpha's job to take care of their mate. Your pleasure comes before my own." He brings his paws onto my exposed back, starting at the shoulders and rubbing and kneading them. "Now just sit back and relax."

I moan lightly as I feel his rough paws at work, how the heel of his palms dug into my back, his thumbs hitting every tense spot and kneading it into submission, and his whole paw squeezing and rubbing just the right way. In seconds, I was putty in his paws, once again, weakly kicking as he hit one of my more sensitive spots, but mostly melting as I continue to loosen up for him.

He slowly works his way down my back, claws trailing down until he somehow finds a tense spot, kneading and massaging it just like before. I could feel my eyes drooping, the exhaustion finally taking hold in me.

"T-Trenton . . ."

"Shhh . . . it's ok, Jake. Just relax . . . sleep." he says, continuing with those godly paws of his. At times, it hurt from him digging into an especially tense spot (I think it's called a knot or something?), but he was in full control like always. He knew how much pain I could take before it became too much, and he knew just how to make me shiver, as if it was second nature to him.

I could feel my eyes get heavier with every second that passed, everything turning into just one big blur. I open my eyes weakly, not even noticing that I had closed them . . . but they just shut right back to the more comfortable position.

It felt so nice to be with him. So safe . . . so right . . . so real. Dreams would never be the same again, since I had Trenton with me in real life.

* * * *

I wake up, pressed against the warm body that just had to be Trenton. "Damn, you're awake already?" he says, a paw on my cheek and looking straight at me.

"How long was I out for?"

"About an hour." He says, giving me a light peck.

"Damn, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." I say.

"I did. It gave me time to make some . . . preparations." He says, glancing away and smiling deviously. "Oh, I'm gonna have to leave soon."

"Wait, what? Why?" I ask, pouting.

"Sorry, but I promised Julie I'd take her out on a date." He says, stroking my cheek.

"Oh, I understand." I say, playing along. "I should probably call her then."

"Yeah, and tell her to wear something a bit formal." He says, smiling.

"I'll tell her to wear her sluttiest outfit, then." I say, planting a kiss on his lips before hopping out of bed and into our bathroom, immediately ripping my clothes off. I hadn't forgotten about our date for a second, and I had prepared a very special outfit for tonight.

I open the cabinet under the sink and pull out the carefully folded clothes, hidden away since we had first made these plans. I wonder where he was going to take me? A club? Not his style. A movie? Why formal then? A dinner? Probably.

I slip out of my werebeast form, examining my body for anything that had went wrong in the change. As usual, I was still skinny, with sight feminine curves here and there, with just barely tanned skin so I couldn't be called pale. I pick up a brush and run it through my hair. It was just curly enough to not call flat or straight, but wasn't curly enough to call fuzzy. I glance at the white streaks in my hair, smiling. It always looked nice against the rest of my hair, being a solid black.

Focus, Jake, you have to worry about your outfit too. I carefully take out the first item, my special black lace panties. They worked really well for me, Dalmatian or human form. Plus they felt like heaven on me. I slip them on, shivering at the feeling of them fully setting into place. It was like they were meant for me. Definitely worth every penny.

Next Item on the list was my dress. I slip it on quickly, pulling the one shoulder sleeve on. The dress was a charcoal black, opening up as it got to my legs and turning more skirt like, with dark grey frills on the end, reaching just above my knees. The part that was over my torso was a tight fit, showing off my slim waist and feminine curves, even giving the illusion of small breasts. It also only had one sleeve on the right, wrapping tight to my shoulder and arms, all the way up to my wrist.

It was a strange design, made to place more emphasis on a slim torso, but an open bottom for comfort in moving. It was a kind of a mix of a cocktail dress and a skirt, one that I enjoyed.

I pull out high heels, slipping them on. They had a bit of a jagged design to them, which spoke somewhat of Julie's character.

Okay, I have the outfit, but now I need the makeup. I take out my small makeup kit, deciding to use my strawberry lip gloss, and grey eye shadow, as well as a bit of eyeliner to make it pop. I try to not use too much, honestly. When you put on too much makeup, people get used to that look and register it as who you are, but once you take it off, it's a huge change.

I look at myself in the mirror, doing a once over. I spin around, making the frills flare out momentarily until they settle again. Just one more touch. I brush my bangs out of my eyes, but make it so it almost covers one of them. Perfect.

I step out of the bathroom door confidently to find a very handsome Trenton, all decked out, black suit, tie, and all.

"So you made it. I was beginning to think you forgot." He says, taking all of me in.

I smile. "C'mon, I'd never forget. And get an eyeful while you can, Wolfie. Soon this'll all be off." I say seductively. He bits his lip, growling quietly. "You don't look too bad yourself, Wolfie."

It was true. His suit didn't cover his body like his clothes usually did, but instead accentuated his masculinity. That beautiful body, built not by just some heavy weight equipment, but intense training and rigorous, daily work.

"So are you ready, my lady?" he asks, walking up and holding out a paw.

"Been waiting all this time." I say, looking away and blushing as I give him my hand. I try to keep up the dominant persona that was Julie, but it was hard with Trenton. "So where we headed?"

"To the Commercial center of this building. You're aware of it, right?" he asks.

"Yeah, in The Tower, floors 80 to 100 are filled with stores, restaurants, and other places, all run by the students. But I can't imagine that it would be very comfortable to run any kind of business here."

"You'd be surprised." He says, opening the door directly into a restaurant. We walk in, and I notice that unlike every other damn floor here, the place wasn't lined with doors. There was only the door we came through from the looks of it. "This is my favorite restaurant, La Torre. They serve just about every type of cuisine here, and it's run by some of the best chefs in this school."

"Sounds great." I say, looking around. Everything looked so elegant. From the exotic flowers in their pots, to the beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

"Excuse me, we have a reservation for a table for two, under the name Anael." Trenton says, talking to a receptionist.

"Let's see . . . ah, here we are! Right this way guys!" The cat girl says, being way too perky to be natural. "So just sit here for now, and look over our menu. Can I get you guys something to drink first?"

"I'll take a lemonade." I say.

"I'll have some water."

"Alrighty, a server will be right out with your drinks and to take your orders. Have a wonder-rific time here!" she says. I groan inwardly. Oh god, she's so perky.

We look at each other from our opposite seats, smiling. It was pretty packed, but it was also strangely quiet. It was like everyone was scared of making any noise that would label them as "unrefined".

"This place looks nice, Trenton." I say, glancing around.

"I'm glad you like it." he says, smiling.

"Hey, so I have to ask you, why did you go to the trouble for a fancy place like this?" I ask, gesturing all around us. "It's nice and all, but it seems like it's a lot of trouble to go through."

"Nah, I have a few connections. Besides, you're worth a lot more than just this." He says.

"Hello, people." A familiar voice says, making us both look towards it. "My name is Wren, and I'll be your- Trenton?! And . . . who are you?"

"Reggie? I didn't know you worked here." He says, still smiling. "Oh, and this is Julie."

"Julie, huh? . . . Oh, and I'm majoring in culinary arts, and it was my turn this week to be the waiter." He looks me over for a few seconds. "You know, you look pretty familiar . . ."

I look over to Trenton, and I could tell that he was getting nervous. "Well, you might know my little brother, Jake? About your height, Dalmatian, always hangs around Trenton."

"He has a sister? And one so cute, no less. You got a good one here, Trenton. Don't let her slip away." he says, laughing softly and gently. He pulls out a small tablet. "Now what can I get you guys?"

"Hmm . . . what do you think Trenton?" I ask him as I look at the house specials.

"I recommend the grilled chicken breast. It is to die for, tonight."

"What do you think?" Trenton asks. I simply nod, wanting him to take over. I've never gone anywhere fancier than a Taco Bell. "Then we'll take the grilled chicken breast as our main course, and for an appetizer we'll have your specialty creamy truffle soup. Oh, and for desert we'll have two slices of apple pie."

"Very good choices, Trenton." He quickly types in the order before hitting send, giving it to the kitchen. "Oh, and it's all on the house." He says, walking away before giving him a chance to respond.

"Why is it all on the house?" I ask curiously.

"It's probably referring to how I had helped gotten this place started up. I was the one who started the system in order to train young chefs while using as little of the budget as possible. I actually worked here for a few weeks until they could start paying money to their employees and start up a real business."

"Wow, impressive." I say, looking at him closely. He had these wonderful dark green eyes, ones that would draw you in. Like you were being enveloped in a lush green forest. "Tell me more."

"C'mon, I doubt that you want to hear more about me." he says, ears turning a little pink.

"Actually, I want to know a lot more. I don't know much about you, after all. Like, what's your favorite color, or what are you interested in?"

"Julie, with all due respect, all that cliché crap about knowing someone else is a lot of bs. Yes, it's important to know these kinds of things, but it's like we're brushing up on useless facts for trivia. We know who we are as people, and we know how the other works, and that's a lot already."

"True, but it's still nice to know. It just wouldn't feel right to not know these kinds of things, ya know?"

"I guess. Okay then, let's make it a little fun. Honest Ten questions. We ask each other ten questions, and we have to answer them as truthfully and descriptively as we can. You can go first." He says, smiling innocently at me.

"Okay then. What's your favorite color?"

"White, but my favorite pattern has to be white with black polka dots." He says, lightly nudging his foot against my leg.

"Interesting. How about something a bit harder. What's your erotic fantasy? What do you want to do before you die, sexually?"

"Hmm . . . I'd have to say . . . you, handcuffed and spread out on my bed, with your clothes in tatters." He says, still playing footsie with me.

"Honest, aren't we?" I say, blushing. We continue with the game, and I learned quite a few things about him. If he" ever had to have gay sex", he would never bottom for anybody (which I didn't mind one bit), he had a weakness for sweet things (he hinted that I was one of them), and apparently, he knows how to knit scarves.

"Dream vacation?"

"Going to every historic and national monument in the world, and fucking you right on, or next to it." I shiver, thinking about him taking me on top of the Eiffel Tower.

"Don't you think that Wren and Daniel would be such a cute couple?"

"I guess, but I doubt it would happen." He says, ignoring the irrelevance of the question.

"What's your favorite cheesy pick up line?"

"Did it hurt . . . when you broke through the earth's crust, you deadly succubus?"

"Hahaha! Did that actually pick up any girls?!" I ask, trying to control my laughter.

"Yeah. I wanted to see if I could get them to stop coming onto me if I said something like that. It didn't work, but what can you do?"

"Okay, last question. I hear you were quite the lady's man, elaborate."

"Well, I guess it's not something I'm too proud of, but when I went into high school, I started to have a lot of flings with girls. I was probably trying to fill myself up with something like love, but I didn't really know what it was. So I only did what came to instinct. I stopped at senior year when I realized that it wasn't helping me at all."

"You know, that's pretty mature of you, being able to admit that you weren't in the right and confessing to me like that." I say, smiling.

"Honestly, I wanted to lie about it . . . but you wanted the truth, and how could I say no to a request like that?" he says, gently placing his calloused paw over my hand. "Okay, now it's my turn."

"Sorry, but the game will have to wait." I say as I gesture to our food, which was at the moment two bowls of soup.

"You little bitch, you planned this out, didn't you?" he asks, smiling widely. "All those questions were also to stall for the waiter."

"Sorry, it wasn't intentional at first, but I just couldn't help myself." I say, giggling. He smiles, squeezing my hand firmly, but still gently.

"Let's eat, then. The food here is great, and that's my guarantee." He says.

* * * *

Belch*

"Wow, you call that a belch?" Trenton asks me as we continue with our walk in the special greenhouse garden.

BELCH*

"Wow, I give up." I say, holding my hands up in defeat. "Didn't think anyone could beat me so easily."

"That's cause you're playing with the big dogs now." He says, smirking. I lightly slap the side of his muzzle, giggling. "C'mon, I have a surprise for you."

"I think taking me to the top floor of this giant building was a surprise enough. Then finding out that it was a green house, with a clear view of the night sky and its own generated climate was just below mind blowing."

"Don't ruin it, just follow!" he says, laughing as he pulls me along. I giggle, finding the same excitement that he had kept hidden on the first day of school.

We continue our little trek on the narrow path, surrounded by large trees, leaves touched by dew drops. With the moonlight the only thing illuminating our path. Suddenly, we enter a small clearing, and in the center was a blanket, neatly lain out over the soft grass, and strange, phosphorescent flowers surrounding it.

"This place is all ours during the night time, since I'm the only one who can get in after the gardeners leave for the day. Just a perk of being me, I guess."

We carefully sit down on the blanket, looking around us. I take a deep breath in, finding the aroma of the flowers beautiful. "It smells so sweet."

"Moon Dew Lilies. They only bloom in the moonlight, you know. The flowers respond better to it than the harsh rays of the sun."

I look up, taking in a deep breath as I see it. The full moon, shining down on us in all its glory.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I nod. "Well . . . it'll never be as beautiful as you. The moon may lead the lost through the night, giving its soft light to those who have been left in the darkness, but you're much better. In the dark of my heart, you were able to shine your light deep into me, and save me."

"Wow . . . cheesy." I say, blushing profusely.

"How about we get more comfortable, yeah?" he asks, speaking directly into my ear. His paws work skillfully over my body, slowly taking off every piece of clothing until the both of us were completely naked. "Now . . . shift."

I shiver as I feel myself shift into my werebeast form at his very command. "There, that's better." He says, taking me into his arms and slowly sinking down onto the blanket. We both look up as we lie down on our backs, up to the star filed sky and the moon shining down. "This is my favorite part of this place. Here, it really feels like this tower can reach even the heavens."

"I don't need to reach up to the heavens. Being here with you is what makes this worthwhile." I say, nuzzling up to him. "Why can't we just stay like this, Trenton? There's so much going on, it's like a storm is brewing."

"I guess that's just how life is." He says, stroking my cheek and holding me close to him. "But you know . . . we could try to do what they did in 'A Mid Summer Night's Dream'. We could run away under the moonlight, and leave all of this behind us."

"You know we can't do that Trenton. We have so much we need to do here." I say, stroking his thick chest fur. "Besides, I came here for a reason. I wanted to help everyone, and that's what you want too, right?"

"Yeah . . . but I'm worried about you. I just . . . I just can't get it out of my head, that time when Stanley and Tammy were . . . god, I know you were able to handle it, but what if something else happened? I wasn't lying when I said I could never forgive myself if I couldn't protect you."

"Don't worry. I trust that you will. And besides, I can handle myself, as long as I have you with me." I say, holding him tightly, savoring his warmth. "Hey Trenton, I think I'm ready to tell you . . ."

"I'm all ears." He says, lifting my chin up so that we could look into each other's eyes.

My heart was racing, and I could feel myself freezing up. What would he think? What would he do? "Calm down." Trenton says, kissing me lightly on my forehead. "You don't have to worry about a thing."

"My . . . my mission was to infiltrate Tower academy, and . . . and . . ." I blush, taking in a deep breath. This was a lot more embarrassing than I thought. "And seduce you."

". . . Pfthahahaha!" he says, holding me close as he laughs hard. "W-Well, haha, you did a pretty good job!"

"Shut up! It isn't funny!" I say, laughing a long with him. "There was a rumor of gay and lesbian people getting unfair punishments here, so I was sent to seduce you and oust you as a gay in order to show people that it isn't so bad."

"Oh . . . um, you still gonna do that?" he asks, slightly more nervous than before.

"No, I can't. I know that it'll hurt you if I do, and I just can't."

"Don't worry about me, I'm a big boy. I can handle it." he says, but I knew he was lying. "It's for a better cause, anyway. I can deal with it."

"Trenton, you told me that you were afraid to give into your desires because you'd let everyone down. I'm not going to do that to you. I'll just find some other way."

"No." Trenton says. holding me close and taking my paw. "We'll find another way."

I smile, and he smiles back. We lie there, staring at each other in silence, but we didn't need words. We just needed to take in each other as much as we could. His scent, his eyes, the way his fur felt against my own, it was almost perfect. Almost.

I lean in and close my eyes, kissing him softly. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me onto him, deepening our kiss. I could feel his tongue going into my muzzle, teasing it gently, while he teased my lower lip with his teeth. I moan as I suckle on his tongue, wanting more of him.

I could feel him getting harder between us. I slowly grind myself into his crotch, shivering as I feel him growl into our kiss.

He flips us over, with him on top of me now. "I want you." he growls out as he breaks the kiss, staring at me hungrily.

"Then don't hold back." I whisper to him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He growls and starts attacking my sensitive neck, nipping and suckling on it. I moan loudly, feeling desperate for him. "P-Please, I need you, Trenton."

"Mmm, such a bad puppy. I'll have to punish you later. As much as I want to, you know we can't do it here. But don't worry, I know something that'll calm you down for a while."

He slowly crawls down my body, nipping and suckling on every sensitive spot on me, giving a soft lick to every small spot on my pelt. He finally gets to my cock, fully hard with the knot half formed.

"Now what do we have here?" he asks, slowly stroking it. "Looks like puppy is giving me a sweet treat." He gives a hard lick from the base up to the tip, making me moan loudly. "Sensitive, are me?" Another hard lick.

Right when he gets to the tip, he places it into his lips, sinking down until he got to the knot, taking every inch in. I could feel him struggle a bit as he tries to fit it into his throat comfortable, so I move his head back a bit with my paw.

"S-Slow down, Wolfie, or else you're gonna choke." He looks at me, determinedly, growling and taking all of me in this time, including the knot. I shiver as I feel him suck hard on me, slowly dragging his muzzle up, his tongue licking and teasing as he goes up.

He stays there at the tip, simply choosing to suck and lick at the sensitive tip, tongue teasing the urethra. I feel his finger start to tease my tail hole, slick with what had to be his pre. He smoothly slides his finger in, immediately finding my prostate and jabbing it as he starts to sink lower on my cock again, that warm wet muzzle driving me insane with pleasure. I feel him taking his muzzle off my cock, stroking it hard and fast with his free had and finger fucking me at the same pace.

I shiver and groan as I feel him start to suckle on my balls, pleasuring me in so many ways at once, despite him only having his first time with a guy just yesterday.

He lets my balls fall out of his muzzle, his hand dropping to my knot and firmly squeezing it. "Does my little puppy like this?" he asks in that low baritone voice of his. I shiver, nodding quickly as he slips in a second finger, not slowing down one bit. "Good."

He starts sucking on me again, making me groan and hold the back of his head, pushing it down and making him deep throat me. He growls seductively, making his throat vibrate around my cock. I groan, seeing both the literal and metaphorical starts dancing in my vision. He slips in the third finger, roughly pushing them all into me right up to the knuckle.

I could feel him bobbing his head faster on me, making me spurt thick globs of pre into his greedy muzzle, straight down his throat as he continues to suck me off. I could feel my whole body tightening up, toes curling, ball drawing closer to my body, and a pressure deep down in my stomach that I just had to relieve.

He pulls off of me, making me groan and thrust up into the air, wanting him to keep going. " Cum for me." he orders.

I freeze, my whole body trembling as I feel my balls tighten just like every muscle in my body as pure pleasure shoots through me. He starts sucking on me again, making me scream in ecstasy. I clench down on his finger and shoot my loud into his muzzle, my whole body spasming and trembling as I scream and thrust into his talented muzzle, every single thing he did seeming to intensify by the second. I could feel my dick throbbing as I shot out spurt after spurt of hot, virile cum, my eyes rolling to the back of my head from the intensity of my orgasm.

After about seven hard spurts of cum, I finally stop, panting hotly and shivering as Trenton starts to slowly clean me off with his tongue, teasing my overly sensitive dick. He finally pulls off, feeling satisfied with my spotless, and throbbing member.

"Told you, I have a weakness for sweet things." He says, pulling out his fingers. He crawls up my limp body, locking me in a kiss. I try to kiss back, but he pushes me into the ground dominantly, taking over as he shoves his tongue into my muzzle and deep into my throat. I couldn't do much more than to moan out and weakly grasp his strong arms.

He breaks our kiss and stands up, silently grabbing our clothes and then throwing them at me. I catch them in my paws as I try to stand up, but my legs felt extremely shaky. He smiles at me, and picks me up bridal style, still not saying a word. We walk back down the path, both of us completely naked and exposed, but he was strutting confidently, almost fearlessly. As if he was sure that nothing in this moment could ever go wrong. We walk up to a door, and I pull out our room key card, tapping it onto the door. He practically kicks it open and walks in, kicking it closed almost just as roughly. I toss the clothes off to the corner of the room, knowing that it was probably the only way that I wouldn't get caught in the cum crossfire.

He throws me onto the bed, right before getting right on top of me, kissing me roughly. "Hey, wanna try something interesting?" He says, breaking the kiss. "You know how my 'Law and Order' works, right?"

"Y-Yeah, it makes people follow your command as long as you have some kind of influence over them, right?"

"Yeah, but the interesting part is that 'Law and Order' is an abnormality classed under psychological/hypnosis. So in theory, I can do the same, but I just need your trust. So do you trust me?"

"With my life." I say, leaning up and kissing him again.

"Then this is an order, Relax." He says, growling seductively. I could feel myself going limp, barely holding onto him with every muscle in my body loosing tension. "Now what would be fun . . . This is an order, For the next minute, everything you register as pleasurable, get's twice as intense."

I wait for a few seconds, but don't feel anything really change. He leans down and lightly starts to stroke my cock, making me suddenly jump and spasm at the feeling, as if he was shooting me with liquid pleasure. I feel myself throb, gripping onto him for dear life despite his other order to relax.

He growls, looking straight into my eyes. Guess it really worked. He locks me into a kiss, making me squirm and moan as I feel that thick, hot, slimy tongue invade my own muzzle, roughly tasting the inside of my maw. He continues with his ministrations, his other paw tweaking my nipples, and the one stroking my cock going even faster.

I tense up, not expecting to have all these strong sensations thrown at me. I feel my dick throb and squirt out pre like a fucking hose, lubing up Trenton's large paw. I moan into the kiss, feeling my balls tighten up and shoot out my second load of the night. I grip onto his fur hard, feeling my whole body shake as I shoot out a hard stream of cum, hitting us both square in the chin and splattering onto our chests.

He suddenly grinds hard into me, our bodies pressed against each other, with my cock right in the ridge of his abs. I throw my head back and let out a loud scream of ecstasy as I shoot out the next spurt, effectively gluing us together. He bites down my exposed neck and grinds my dick against him slowly and teasingly, drawing out my orgasm even more.

I let out another scream for the third spurt, followed by the fourth and fifth, until my vision starts fading, but my mind fogged up by raw pleasure to actually be worried about it.

I pant hard, rolling my head and mumbling nonsense as I try to get a hold of myself. It was one of my most intense orgasms, coming extremely close to yesterday when Trenton had knotted me after all that cum seeped out.

"Looks like the five minutes are up. So did you like that, Jake?" he asks, still groping me.

"Mft ah blr y-ya." I say, just managing to get out something that sounded like a yes. What I really wanted to say was that I had never came so fast from just a hand job before, and that I absolutely loved him. But that's kind of a mouthful.

"Good, because we're not done just yet." He says, nipping my neck again. Considering how we literally fucked all night yesterday, I believed him. "Now, for the next order . . . Every time I, and I alone fuck you in the ass, it'll be the best feeling you've ever felt."

I open my maw and loll out my tongue, panting hard. That sounded like an interesting order. I wrap my shaky legs around his waist, urging him closer until I felt his cock brush against my tail hole. I held onto him, wrapping my arms around my neck as he kissed me gently along my muzzle, slowly going towards my lips.

He slowly pushes his dripping wet cock into me, and I immediately go rigid, pleasure shooting through me like electricity. He stops, looking at me with concerned. "You okay?"

"Oh, god, fuck me Trenton! I need you in me so bad!" I say, begging and panting like a bitch in heat. Already he was the best I've ever had, but feeling him stretching me this time just felt like heaven. If it hadn't solidified in my mind before, it definitely did now. I loved him emotionally, and physically, there would never be anyone who could replace him.

I try to push into him, impaling myself on his cock, but he pushes me into the bed with one paw. "That's a bad puppy." He says seductively. "I'm going to go at my own pace, no exceptions."

I groan, wanting him to just fuck me silly.

Slap*

I moan loudly as I feel him smack my ass, making me clench down on that first inch of his thick cock. "No complaining, or else puppy won't get his bone."

"P-Please, Trenton-"

Slap*

I moan again. "While I'm in you, it's Alpha." He says, growling at me, but still smiling. "Damn, I'm gonna have to punish you good, puppy."

Slap*

Slap*

Slap*

I scream out in ecstasy as I feel myself cumming again, legs tightening around Trenton almost instinctively and burying another monstrously thick inch of cock into me. I guess him being in me was even better than I expected.

He waits until I stop cumming, then wipes it all up from our bodies with his hand, before presenting it to me. I open my maw wide before taking in two of his thick fingers, sucking and licking them diligently.

"That's a good puppy." He says, sinking in another inch. I moan, sucking his fingers even harder. He continues to sink himself in, going torturously slow just to make me squirm around. After what seemed like ten minutes, he finally sinks in the last inch before his knot, just as I finish licking off the cum on his hand.

Not that it did much. I look down at my throbbing dick that had just finished letting out another load of hot cum. He growls, thrusting even deeper in, making a hard spurt of cum go out and a bit of his wide knot sink into me.

"Hmm . . . you still need to be punished properly, puppy." He pulls out of me, and I instinctively groan out in displeasure.

Slap*

I whimper softly, my ass stinging in the best way possible. "C'mon, follow me." Trenton says, getting off the bed and heading for the bathroom. I follow obediently, wondering just what he was planning. I stand in the doorway, staring at Trenton in the shower. I smile, feeling a warmth fill inside my chest, as if it finally hit me. This amazing wolf right here was mine. And I was his.

He smiles. "Well? Are you going to stand there looking sexy, or are you going to bring it all over here? I can guarantee it's nicer in here." He says, tail wagging. I walk over to me, my own tail going at 100 miles per hour. He pulls me into a warm embrace, slowly pressing me to the cold shower walls. I shiver.

"Are you cold? Don't worry . . . I'll warm you right up." He says, leaning down and taking an ear into his maw, chewing and licking it sensuously. I bring my hands up and wrap them around his neck, standing on the tips of my toes with him hunching down a little.

He turns the shower on, but makes sure we're safe from the stream of hot water. He grabs my ass and lifts me up, letting me wrap my legs around his waist as well. I could feel his tip positioned right at my tail hole, already slightly sunk in, as if it was itching to get into me as much as we wanted it in there.

He looks at me, deep into my eyes, as if he could see right through me. He smiles. "I love you." he whispers to me, right as he leans in for a kiss while firmly pushing his cock into my well stretched and lubed entrance.

I moan and squirm wildly, tightening my grip on him. It felt even better than before somehow. He gives a hard thrust, suddenly shoving in the rest of his cock and stretching me to my limits. I feel my toes curl in ecstasy as I feel cum slowly spurt out of my dick, throbbing hard in yet another orgasm.

He wastes no more time, pounding me hard into the tiled shower stall wall. I throw my head back, screaming as I feel his cock jab my prostate hard, hitting me in all the right places. He nibbles on my neck, biting lightly on every little spot before sucking on the skin and giving me new ones under the fur.

He growls and I feel him start to really get into it, pistoning in and out of me, each time ramming into my prostate and making each nerve end explode in orgasmic pleasure. I felt him hug me harder, pushing deep into me and making me moan and cry out in bliss as he continues to abuse my very well used and pleasured tail hole.

I try to calm down, but I just can't. I scream out again, sensitive to every little detail. I felt ever vein on his thick wolf dick rubbing my insides just the right way, his knot stretching me little by little each time he rams into me, his tip going to depth I didn't think it was possible to go to while rubbing every sensitive spot in me, even how he was basically pissing pre-cum into me, with how it squirted out of me every time he shoved that delicious cock hard into me.

I tremble and let out a shaky, drawn out moan as I feel my dick throb hard and release another jet of cum onto the both of us, holding on for dear life he literally fucks the cum out of me. I felt hot, incredibly, completely hot. I pant loudly, finding the heat almost unbearable. There was steam from the hot water as it hit the shower floor, and more importantly, our own bodies generating heat. We had left both the shower, and bathroom door open, so the cold air conditioned air seeped in, but it was no match for the hot, humid air that was being generated right now.

I feel him thrust harder as I clench down on him, becoming wild and erratic. I lock us in a passionate kiss as I continue to clench down on him, wanting to do nothing more than to milk him for everything that he had, to feel his hot, virile wolf cum shoot deep into me, marking me as his permanently.

He thrusts hard into me, pounding my tight tail hole faster and faster, his knot slowly slipping deeper and deeper into me, stretching me just a centimeter wider every thrust.

Schlurp*

I grab onto his hard and throw my head back and scream as I'm stretched to the absolute maximum, his knot finally going in and locking into place. "T-Trenton!" I scream out as I cum again, unable to hold back.

He groans, bucking into me faster than he ever had before, throwing me into a sea of wild, lust filled pleasure. "God, I love you so much!" he screams out as I feel his hot seed shoot up into me, filling me up in ways that I had only dreamt about before. He growls and pulls back on my tight tail hole, making me go insane with the intense sensations. The pain of being stretched to fit that monster into me, and the ecstasy that went right along with being stretched beyond what I thought was possible.

"*Growl* I d-don't think I can h-hold b-back for much l-*snarl*longer!" he says, gripping at my body tightly.

I raise a shaky paw up to his head and stroke his fur. "Then don't." I whisper out to him, still seeing stars. The wolf flips, and my stomach churns for just a second before I find myself laid back on the floor of the shower, with Trenton still locked into me.

He pulls roughly at me, making me claw at the shower floor and scream out in bliss as he continues to roughly pull out of me.

Schlurp*

I grip Trenton's arms hard as I feel him pull his knot out of me, groaning in ecstasy as I feel a large stream of cum go out with it. He doesn't leave me much time to recover, however. He starts his thrusting right back up again, piston fucking me with his excess cum as lube. I knew he was able to fuck me again despite how many times he would cum before, but this was different.

He growled and snarled and fucked my loosened hole hard, his knot almost sinking in from time to time. "Grphh, I love you so much!" he growls out, thrusting hard into me with his knot stretching me wide open. "G-Gonna fuck you raw, You're mine now!"

Schlurp*

I scream out as he knots me again, the pressure making me cum all over myself again. He doesn't stop, even when he starts cumming into me all over again, burning hot cum shooting deep into me until it had nowhere else to go. I groan and glance down, seeing my stomach distended by all the cum he put in me.

He pulls me away from the strange sight, taking my muzzle and practically devouring it in a wild and desperate kiss.

God, this was how sex really was. A hot, carnal act of not just love, but ferocity. The time when a human could really let out their wild-

"Ahh, FUCK!" I shout out as I start cumming again, balls tightening against my body as Trenton fucks his knot deep inside of me.

I could feel my whole body tense, my dick throbbing, toes curling, panting like a mutt. And I couldn't feel any happier.

* * * *

We lay in the shower, locked together and a cum. Sweat, and water soaked, heaping mess. "I think *pant* I think we should stop here." Trenton says, smiling dopily. "We both *pant* need a good night's sleep to properly recharge. And I think I've gotten a lot of my repressed sexuality out of me. *pant* Course, it doesn't help that you've been by far the greatest fuck I've ever had. I mean, I've done anal plenty of times, but you've by far got the tightest tail hole. Not to mention how it manages to stay tight with how many goes I've had at it."

He slowly pulls his still hard dick out of me, the only change being that the knot was only half inflated. Immediately, a stream of cum comes gushing out from my distended belly.

"N-No . . ." I moan out, pushing against him. "I feel so empty . . . please Alpha, fill up your little bitch."

He laughs, sitting up and pulling me with him, making us sit on the floor chest to chest. "First of all, you're not a bitch. You're the omega." He says as he swiftly plunges in three fingers into me. I let out a light and happy bark as I feel him fill me up again, even if it wasn't with his dick. I knew firsthand what he could do with a few fingers.

"Is there an actual difference?" I ask, hugging him and nuzzling his matted down neck.

"Yes. Omegas are actually the peace keepers of the pack. They aren't the strongest, but they keep the pack together. Even if it means offering up themselves. But you're special. An alpha mating an omega means that you're the alpha's omega, bringing you up the pyramid over even the beta. Of course, this is according to modern day pack relationships. Not like I want to share you with anyone else."

I groan a bit as he starts spreading my tail hole open, letting the thick cum leak out of me, right before the stream of water washed it away.

"W-Wow, did I hear correctly? Was Trenton Anael actually for once in his life greedy?" I say in mock shock.

"Hey, if you had a chance to fuck your ass, you would see what I mean." He says, growling playfully. "Now c'mon, we have to get clean." He finishes draining the cum out of me until my belly was relatively flat. Of course, he then made me clench down and hold the rest of it in, saying that puppies shouldn't waste their hard earned treats. I nodded in agreement, of course. Not like I wanted _any_of it out of me. But going to class looking pregnant wasn't really an option.

We finish cleaning each other before drying, then immediately jump into the cool refreshing main room and jump into bed with each other. The clean one, of course.

"Mmm." I moan as we lay on our bed, snuggling against each other. "This has been a wonderful night, wolfie. Thank you."

"Anything for my little puppy." He says, kissing me deeply. "I just wish that all our other problems would disappear."

"That's for the morning wolfie. I just want to enjoy this right now." I say, nuzzling close to him. He was so warm, so safe, so kind. I felt my heart flutter. Two lovers, forbidden by not their family, but their world. First there was two endings . . . sacrifice their love for the world, or sacrifice the world for their love. But with him, I knew for a fact that we could do something insane.

We'd change this world and keep our love. We'll give everyone their "happy ending".