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Michael grunted as he fought with his underwear.

“Stupid drug," he muttered under his breath as he covered one testicle but not the other.

“Stupid changes," he growled as he managed to cover both but then made his cock hang out.

“Seriously, what the fuck," he hissed as he did what any warm-blooded male would do and tried to force his underwear to cover it all.

For a single second, he succeeded. For a single second, he stretched the cloth enough that it encompassed his whole junk. Never mind that his package was so compressed that he'd be feeling sore the whole day, he succeeded!

And then, with a long rip, his underwear came undone.

“Fuuuck," he muttered with frustration as he pulled the ruined garment off his legs and threw it in his room trash bin.

Most days, it would be filled with used napkins.

Today it was filled with destroyed underwear.

Michael fished into his closet and pulled a new one out. This was the sixth he had tried on.

“Honey?" the sound his mother sounded through the door just as Michael was grunting with effort, “Are you ok?"

Having the sweet sound of his mother come through the door was the last thing he needed, as his dick swelled up just that bit more and made his sixth attempt at putting underwear on explode.

Literally; the tattered piece of his undergarment went flying out.

“Fuck," Michael sighed as he let go of yet another ruined underwear.

“Honey?" his mother tried again and Michael raised his voice, “I am alright Mom!"

“Oh good," she replied and then went briefly quiet.

“...You know that you are growing boy and that changes are normal, right?" she asked and Michael groaned.

“Not the time Mom!" he said as he looked at his closet.

He still had 3 more underwear to go but, honestly, he didn't think he'd have better luck with those than he had with any of the other ones.

“Right, right," his mother soothingly replied, “Well, if you want to talk about it, I am always here."

“Thanks, Mom." Michael reached out for his pants and, with brief dread, pulled them up.

“Anytime, honey," Yasmine replied, “Also, breakfast is on the table and I am leaving now. Make sure you aren't late for school!"

“Sure thing," Michael called back as his pants managed to bring it over his transformed genitalia, requiring only some strategic shifting to not get it caught on its hems.

He managed to buckle them up, the waistband having no problem locking over his waist, but now came the tricky part.

Using his hand to push his dick and testicles away, Michael slowly zipped his pants up. His breath caught on his throat as he almost caught a bit of the skin off his shaft but, in the end, he managed to close it up without too much trouble.

He sighed with relief as his junk settled in his pants.

The reason why his mother came up to check on him was probably because all of that took entirely too much time. Michael probably needed to call his aunt and inform her of this development, as well as the olfactory one, but he'd at least wait until he was back from school to do so. No need to stress himself out this early in the morning.

He knew that some guys like to go commando, as the term was called. He'd always thought all the movement going on downstairs would chaff after a while but he found himself struck with a greater problem as he walked down his house.

Chaffing? Yeah, maybe that could happen. But more than that, he wasn't able to move a leg without also moving one of his balls.

“Seriously, how do some people do this?" he grumbled as he headed for the dining room.

On the one hand, the thick leather skin in his bad boys cushioned well against the movement. On the other hand, the movement was constant. At least his dick had a sheath to retreat into, fuck!

The spread on his dining table was enough to briefly make him forget about his changed testes, and sitting down proved to not be as horrible as he thought, but another of his transformed biological features chose that moment to make his life…interesting.

He could smell his mother on the food.

Skin oil didn't usually have a smell. Or rather, human beings usually couldn't smell it. Sweat was more obvious to just about every single being alive, but fur also had its own sort of scent. Good hygiene meant keeping all these odors to a minimum, but it was impossible to completely get rid of them. It was why perfume, which he misliked, was so prevalent among many species.

And he liked how his mom smelled. It wasn't something he usually thought of, but not that he was he could confirm that, yes, she smelt quite nicely.

And that smell? It was all over the kitchen. If he were to describe through some other sense, It was like a finger brushing against his skin. Soft and subtle but very much there.

And the food? She had been breathing around it, she had been touching the raw ingredients with her hands, and she had…also been apparently brushing her hair while she cooked. Huh.

And if it smelled like this, how would it taste?

He brought a spoonful of the eggs and meat into his mouth. No sooner had it touched his tongue that his pants all of a sudden felt uncomfortable as his cock sprung.

It tastes fine, He thought as he fought to shift his pole into a viable position while he chewed. Unlike the smell, he really couldn't taste his mom much, if at all.

But just the thought that he was was enough to make him hard.

I want to know what mom tastes like.

That particular hiccup out of the way, the walk to school was slightly way too uncomfortable.

“Hey, so, you dropped a turd or something?" his pig friend asked as Michael shifted his pants for probably the fifth time.

“No, it's just," Michael decided whether or not he could confide with his friend about this, “I am walking without any underwear here."

“Ah, wanted to try it out, heh?" Justine said with a knowing smile, “Well, let me congratulate you on joining a great group of free men. A legionnaire of freedom if you would."

“...you do this too." Michael stopped struggling with his crotch for a second.

“Freedom isn't for everyone," Justine sniffed, “So I figured you'd never go for something so brave."

“It's not…" Michael struggled to reply, but ended up sighing, “Ok, whatever, how do you make this not be uncomfortable?"

“Well, you don't," Justine shrugged.

Michael stared at his friend.

“Look, you just get used to it after a while, ok?" he defended himself, “And don't worry about the chaffing, you'll get used to that too."

“Why does anyone go without underwear?!" Michael demanded.

“Because it's liberating to do so!" Justine argued, “Look, give it some time, like a few days, and if it's really that bad, just go back to wearing underwear, simple!"

Michael wondered if that option was even open to him. It's not like companies didn't make undergarments of all sizes, but they usually scaled to waist size, not dick and testicle size.

Maybe he'd be able to order custom underwear?

Michael shook his head.

“Yeah, ok, fine," he replied because he didn't really have much option at the moment.

“If it's any consolation, you are making the right choice," Justine sagely nodded.

Despite his issues with his reproductive danglers, Michael and his friend got to school early.

Unlike schools in worse-off areas, there were no security guards waiting at the gates of Mintcone High. The people in the area of Michael's home tended towards the affluent, and the school reflected that.

The series of steps leading to the entrance were all carefully maintained, rail guards and potted plants everywhere as he and his friend climbed to the top of the hill that Mintcone was situated on.

Various buildings of different kinds strutted the street as they walked, most of them being different school facilities that held something or other. Scholastic knicks and knacks. There were barracks for school equipment, sports equipment, musical equipment, and much more. The school itself was a brick-and-mortar building composed of two floors. The bottom for administrative rooms and students in younger years.

The top being for the older ones.

Michael and Justine had to head for the top.

“Pink boy and furless monkey," a student said as they climbed the steps.

“Hey Constance," Justine awkwardly said as they went up. Michael's eyes slimmed as he looked around.

Waiting on top of the stairs was one of the “wrong" packs, a collection of students who didn't do much in school except try and have fun. Now, being a bad student wasn't a problem. Well, not to Michael anyway.

The problem was what they considered “fun".

“You guys in a hurry?" Constance, another pig boy who had brown fur covering his body, casually asked.

“Well, you know how class is about to begin?" Justine laughed, trying to brush him off. And no wonder: Constance outweighed him by at least twice as much.

He was that fat.

“Are you saying I am stupid?" the fat bastard asked. His pack, composed of 3 other boys of different species, snickered behind him, “That I don't know when class starts?"

“Not at all," Justine was quick to excuse himself, “We are just pressed for time, see?"

As much as seeing Justine squirm apparently filled the void of the fatter hog's empty heart, his eyes weren't really on him.

They were on Michael.

Because of course, they would be.

“Are you calling me blind?" he asked, walking over to his friend and attempting to loom over him. They were the same height, but Justine shied away anyway, “Or are you trying to look fat and strong in front of your boyfriend?"

Well, that was enough for Michael.

“No, he is just saying you are in the way, you diabetic motherfucker," Michael replied and Justine looked at him with shock.

For most of his life, he'd ignored people like this. Given that he was a human, being called weak and good for nothing except fucking had never offended him because, well, it was true. And he wasn't ashamed of being human as being inferior to other species was just what it was.

He could not claim he didn't hate their disdain or the fact that they were trying to hurt him on some level, but he could hide behind the truth and just act as if they weren't affecting him at all. It didn't stop people from trying to bully him, but it kept things from ever escalating past a certain level.

He'd made people not getting satisfaction from rallying him up an art form.

And here he was fucking all of that up.

“What'd you say to me?" Constance quietly asked.

“I said," Michael replied as he stepped into Constance's personal space, putting his face mere inches away from him, “That you are in the way you massive ball of shit."

“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. The. Way," He goaded the hog, practically begging him to swing at him.

And looking at the way his face got as pink as Justine, he was succeeding.

Just a bit more…

“Hey, what is this?" the voice of Mrs. Hedwig sounded out.

Everyone there turned around and saw her head sticking out of the door of her classroom.

“If you boys don't head to class I am going to have every single one of you given detention," she very seriously told them, “I kid you not."

“...you are lucky that Pinny showed up," Constance whispered at Michael as he turned around, “Watch yourself."

“Suck a dick," Michael replied, but they were already too far away to hear him and his teacher was glowering at him.

Goddamn it, he could have gotten that fat asshole suspended!

Bullying, Michael had found, was a universal constant everywhere. In some form or some way, there would be those who amused themselves by making others suffer. But Mintcone High? They came down hard on fights.

Sure, he'd get in trouble too, but there was absolutely no one who would believe that a weak and frail human being started things with a huge asshole like Constance.

Sure, he'd probably have suffered a black eye or some such, but he had seen Constance move before and he was pretty sure that he could stay out of his range until a teacher came to break things up.

Oh well, he could try that another time.

“Making trouble?" Mrs. Hedwig asked as they stepped into their classroom.

“Trying to not get bullied," Michael easily replied, making Justine choke. It was far too forward a way to talk to a teacher, but Michael still had some of that adrenaline running through his veins.

Unbelievingly, Mrs. Hedwig's face actually softened and she waved them into their seats, “Just let one of us know next time."

“A, t-thanks ma'm," Justine breathed out and mouthed “What the fuck" to Michael.

He was about to sit down to talk to him when he felt a small hand tug at his shirt.

“Actually, Mr. Yokebreaker? I've been told to send you to your counselor," the porcupine woman said.

Michael blinked, “What for?"

“Missing school Mr. Yokebreaker," Mrs. Hedwig sighed and Michael gasped.

Right, he had done that.

…fuck.

“How you doing Michael?" the big horseman who was his Counselor greeted him shortly thereafter.

The office of the man was roomy, but then horse people tended to be rather big. Unlike Minotaurs though, they were mostly lanky big, rather than just all-around big. He still had a big padded chair behind a wide desk, cabinets, and bookshelves lining his walls. There were also degrees lining his wall, certifying him in this and that field, as well as pictures of his family littering his desk.

There was a rather old computer there too, which had always puzzled Michael because the school regularly upgraded their equipment, but he supposed that might just have been how the man liked it. And, on the tip of his desk, facing whoever was sitting on the chair Michael was on, was a plaque that read “Mr. Reed Jack."

“Could be better," Michael shrugged.

“Ah, so you got better?" The horseman asked.

Michale sighed.

“Yeah, you could say that," Michael replied.

“Ah, well, that's, unfortunately, the problem buddy," Reed said, “I can't."

“No call from your mother, not even a text, and no form to confirm otherwise," The horseman tapped his fingers on the table, “And believe me, we tried calling her."

Internally Michael was wincing; His day with his aunt might have been ruined if they had managed to get a hold of his mom. So for once, he was thankful how she got so involved in her job.

“Now, I was hoping you'd have a doctor's note with you, or at least something from Miss Yokebreaker," His counselor went on, “And let you go back to class."

Well, shit.

“I've got nothing," Michael admitted. What was the big idea anyway? Assholes like Constance skipped class all the time.

“I was afraid you'd say that," Reed sighed as he reached down and pulled out a form.

One that read “notice of absence" in it.

“Seriously?" Michael replied, “There are kids that skip class all the time, and you are making me do this?"

“Are you sure we don't have them do the same?" the horse man asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Well…no, Michael wasn't sure.

“Rest assured that even if they didn't, we'd still have good reason to make you do this," the counselor said.

“That doesn't seem fair," Michael replied.

“It's the tragedy of actually having a future Mr. Yokebreaker," the Horseman smiled back.

Michael would have previously flushed and looked away. Now he just looked away.

Damn it, that was a good comeback.

“I know it's hard to believe, but a human boy like you is going to make an actual woman very happy one day," his Councelor went on, making Michael look at him.

“What?" Michael tried to make sure he heard right.

“Oh yes, high-class human boys such as yourself are in high demand," the older male gave him a wink, “Keep your grades up, maintain your looks, and you'll be sure to be the concubine of a very rich and influential female one day."

Like…Michael knew that. He knew that was most likely what was going to happen to him. That this was the space, the spot, that society had developed for humans like him. He'd be fine with that for as long as he could remember.

He was ready for that, even.

But having his counselor just outright tell him that's all he would amount to just felt…infuriating, somehow.

Bah, it was probably some of his long-dormant human sensibilities coming out. He'd just have to get right back to suppressing them…

“But, but," Reed tapped his desk, “We can't help you do that if you start missing school like some thug."

“Yes, then maybe I'd be given to a slob out in the sticks," Michael snorted.

Alright, maybe he'd start suppressing after this conversation.

“You laugh, but the government is doing their utmost to help those communities too," the horseman tutted.

His mother was a medical researcher. Unlike the vast majority of the piss-poor humanity, Michael would get a say in this matter.

…if only that was good enough to let him be with his mother.

“But we know you are a good seed, so I trust you'll make sure this gets to Mrs. Yokebreaker," Reed pushed the document towards him.

It had Michael's name, the date he missed school, and a line requiring a signature from his mother.

“Yeah, sure, whatever," Michael said as he picked it up.

“Wonderful," Reed smiled, “Just make sure to get it back to us tomorrow."

Ah.

“Don't look so surprised Mr. Yokebreaker," the horseman wagged his finger, “We are invested in you. And because of that, we need you to be honest with us."

“What happens if I don't?" Michael asked despite himself.

“We'll go to your house and talk directly to your mother if we must," the horse replied, “And believe me, I hate how coercive that sounds, but we are willing to do that much."

“So I just give this back to you?" Michael asked, the beginning of an idea in mind.

“Well, you can just give it to Mrs. Hedwig," Reed waved his hand, “But sure, you can give it to me if you like."

“Then," Michael said as he stared deep into the horseman's eyes, “Let's compromise."

Despite how it was worded, Michael made sure to make it an order. He felt that same nameless something leave his body, going from him into the horse man. Reed Jack's eyes turned glazed and a slight headache started to pound behind Michael's forehead.

Well, he had to practice anyway, right? And what better way than making sure his mother would not start worrying about him?

“Mr. Jack," Michael said, “Act as if I gave you the document back, signed and all."

Michael waited a few moments as the horse on the other side processed that.

“But you didn't," He replied in monotone, brow furrowing.

…the fuck?

“Believe that I gave you the document back, signed and junk," Michael tried again, just in case his wording was to blame.

Instead of agreeing, the horseman's eyes slightly cleared up as he looked down at the document in his hand.

“But it's not," He said, pointing at the empty line where his mother should sign.

Michael pulled the document away and folded it inside his pants.

“Goddamn it, just assume that this was all done!" Michael almost screamed and, in that moment, the counselor snapped by to reality.

“Now, don't you raise your voice with me Mr. Yokebreaker," Reed seriously warned him, “I know that this isn't a comfortable position for you, but we all take responsibility for ourselves."

Michael grinded his teeth, as he considered bringing his counselor under trance again.

But as he looked at him, at the way the older male was barely keeping a bit of anger in check, he felt that he might not be able to now.

…fuck.

“Whatever," Michael snarled, “Am I dismissed?"

“...be on your way, son," Reed allowed and Michael jumped from his chair.

Fuck, he had gotten a headache for nothing.

And now he would have to tell his mom that he had missed school!

Shit!

“Boy, aren't you cold?" the high-pitched voice of a girl said as Michael stamped up the school stairs.

The first period wasn't over yet, and he might have been able to catch the literal end of it he had not been stopped but, apparently the day wasn't done with him yet.

“Oh geez, is that why you wear a uniform, Jess?" Michael retorted as he looked at the girl who had said it.

There, on the top of the stairs, was monkey girl downing a soda can.

She had gold-yellow fur that ran everywhere, to the point that it was hard to say where her hair began. She had big lips, big eyes, a small nose, white teeth and small ears.

A golden tail was waving from her back, helping her stay upright even as she leaned precariously over the rail.

Most days, Michael would have wished to be on the second floor so that he could gaze at the nice ass that she had. Other days he was happy enough to be where he was, if only so that he could stare at the breasts that she was suspending by leaning over the rail of the stairs.

Today he was not in the mood for her shit.

Hell, by the way she flinched and backed away from the rail, maybe he saved her life!

Seriously, he just wanted a single second of rest. Was that too much?

“You furless piece of shit," Jess growled as Michael finished making his way up, “You think you can talk that way to me?"

Truth be told, Jess had always confused Michael. Bullies like Constance went after him because it was easy to do. What with being human and all.

From the beginning, the blonde monkey girl had always acted as if he had offended her personally.

“Well, I just did," Michael replied. Of all his bullies, Jess was usually the easiest to ignore. The one who sought him out the most, but did the least amount of harm, “So I guess I can."

But if he wasn't having any of Constance's shit when he was in a good mood in the morning, he certainly wasn't about to let this admittedly cute monkey girl walk all over him now that he wasn't.

“Two layers, asshole," Jess got up to his face and pointed a finger at his nose, “That's the minimum anyone should have. A set of clothes and fur."

“So that's all that separates monkeys and humans, fur?" Michael asked. Being compared to a human was not something anyone did lightly, as that was pretty much calling someone worthless. But the way her eyes dilated and snarled, revealing her fetching long canines, more than made it worth it.

“Say that again!" she snarled, actually putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him against a wall, “I fucking dare you!"

Hmm, she was surprisingly strong. Not that big of a surprise though, as she still was a monkey girl while he was a human.

But, well, he was a guy and he was taller than her.

She squawked when he grabbed her by the hands and flipped her into the wall.

“If it's not true," se said as she fought to get out of his grip, “Why are you getting mad?"

A male versus a female was considered pathetic even among humans. But a normal person versus a human was similarly considered equally as sad.

So what about when a female person fought against a male human?

Confusion, that's what.

Jess got out of his grip and pulled him in, making his shoulder touch the wall. Michael did not have much experience with fighting, so he mostly floundered as he switched grips with Jess, but it quickly became apparent that the monkey girl was equally unused to it.

They did not strike each other and Jess did not claw or bite at him, like he had expected her to. But she did grind away at his holds until, after a few moments, his back was once against the wall.

No teacher had come out of their class this time, the soundproofing of the rooms apparently too good for just this much noise.

But the students that were already out were staring at them.

“You fucking human," Jess spat as she held both of his hands over his head with one hand and pushed him against the wall with the other, “We are nothing alike."

Michael had no idea how that happened but, honestly, it was okay.

Because the hand that Jess was pushing him with was in his crotch.

“Then why are you going for my dick?" Michael asked, gesturing towards the position of her hand.

Jess froze and her eyes slowly lowered until she saw where her fingers were.

And then, to Michael's surprise, actually squeezed his package a few times.

“Shit!" Jess let go of him after realizing that, yes, Michael had a beast in his trousers and that, yes, he was going commando.

“This-you-" the monkey girl seemed at a loss for words and Michael gave the most charming smile that he could.

“You should invite me to dinner, first," he said, enjoying how that made the students witnessing this laugh.

Jess actually flushed, turned tail, and fled.

The bell for the class then rang as he saw her back speed away, a deluge of students coming out of their classes making her disappear.

“Oh, hey bud, how did the meeting…went," Justine lamely asked as he came out of the classroom.

Michael then realized that he was breathing hard. His shirt had been pulled out from his pants, and his zipper had, somehow become undone. Thankfully, the former fact hid the latter, but he was also breathing heavily and was sweating profusely.

And he wouldn't be surprised if he was also flushed.

“Oh, as well as you could expect," Michael said, not caring to go into it, “Met Jess on the way up, though."

“Ah, her," Justine winced, “Yeah, she won't even talk to me but she is always on your ass no matter what. Man, she should go get laid or something."

Michael laughed.

“I don't think she'll be bothering me anymore," he said as he tried to make himself more presentable for the next class. Constance and his pack had date with Destiny at some point, but Michael was pretty sure he got his golden monkey off his back.

“For real?" Justine dubiously asked.

“I don't think she wants any of what I've got," he said and left it off at that.

The rumors about their fight would come out soon enough, anyway.

As much as his encounter with his female bully should be said to be unpleasant, Michael spent the rest of his day much more happier than when he left Reed Jack's office. Something about facing Jess had released tension that he didn't even know he had.

School ended without any further problems and Michael managed to leave with his friend without getting into another fight or getting called to the front office.

“Dude, you couldn't have just told me you got into a fight with Jess?" Justine whined as they walked. Rumors had apparently spread faster than he liked.

“We just wrestled around for a bit and then I got her to leave," Michael grunted. Even as a human, he couldn't exactly gloat about fighting a girl.

“Well, yeah, Jess is a bit small," Justine nodded as if the monkey girl couldn't have locked both of Michael's hands with just a single one of her own, “Seriously if she picked up more weight she'd be bothered by so many guys that she wouldn't have time to do any of this shit."

“She looks fine as she is," Michael sighed.

“Yeah, of course, you'd say that," Justine replied, “You got to tussle with her."

“What does that even matter?" Michael frowned.

“Well, between you and me," Justine conspiratorially said, “Did you get to cop a feel?"

“No, of course not," Michael grunted, turning away from him.

“...but she did," he ended up saying because it was the sort of thing that his friend would like to know.

“No," Justine said as if he wanted to believe him, “Tell me what happened!"

And so Michael did precisely anything but that.

Justine was in the process of trying to lock Michael's head under his armpit, to force the truth out of him presumably when they got to the point where they usually split off.

“I am not letting go until you tell me how it went," Justine declared as Michael was prying his fingers off.

“Fine, then I guess I am going to your house today," Michael grunted as he began loosening his hands and started sliding out of it.

Just a bit more…

And then the siren of a cop vehicle sounded.

“Stop what you are doing immediately," a familiar voice barked, and Justine let go of Michael so fast that the human boy almost floundered into the ground.

They both turned around, excuses ready to fly out of their mouths, when they saw who it was.

Well, that was why Michael stopped. Justine just froze underneath the angry stare of Victoria, the wolftaur.

Cynthia was by her side and, unlike her usual amicable disposition, she was also glaring daggers at his friend. They had their clubs in their hands, and they were getting pretty close to them…

“It's fine!" Michael said, pushing his palms out, “This asshole is my friend!"

Both cops stopped at that, giving the pig boy a dubious stare.

“Y-yes, BFF for sure!" he nervously laughed, “Would take a bullet for him any day of the week, no, wait, I'd take it any day!"

They still didn't look convinced but reached behind them to turn their sirens off.

Michael's friend relaxed when they put their clubs away too.

“We were certain we were witnessing some bullying," Victoria stated.

“Hells, we still aren't sure that we didn't," Cynthia added.

“We were just roughing it," Michael replied, “You know like boys do?"

“I can see that," Victoria allowed, “But that is also what a victim of bullying would say to get out of trouble."

Justine groaned.

“Listen, ladies," The pig boy started to say, but stopped as their eyes sharpened, “Officers! I meant to say, officers!"

“Like, what would convince you that me and my bud are, in fact, friends?" Justine groused.

Both of the taurs actually seemed to give that some consideration before they nodded amongst themselves.

“If we could escort the young man home, and talk to him alone, we'd obviously be able to get to the bottom of this," Victoria asserted with a shrug.

So…these cops wanted to walk Michael home?

“He'll do it!" Justine rushed to reply.

“What?" Michael's jaw almost slacked as he turned on his friend.

“Do this for me, man," Justine hissed, “My mom would let me have it if some cops came home to talk to her about me."

Victoria, being the person heading this conversation, was doing a good job of giving an air of indifference. But Cynthia, the centaur, had a slight smug look on her face…

“Fine," Michael replied and Justine gratefully gave his back a slap.

“...that was friendly!" he then shouted pointing at the place in Michael's back that he had slapped, “No bullying going on!"

Victoria hummed as if she were trying to decide whether to believe him.

“Oh, would you look at that, I think my mom is waiting for me," the pig boy rushed to say, “Do you ladies need anything else from me?"

“Hm, I don't think we have any reason to doubt you," the wolf taur allowed, before adding, “Yet."

“Then good luck, bud!" Justine spat out and then quickly turned around to speed walk home, “ And good day, officers!"

The pig boy did an admirable job of looking casual for all of five seconds, at which point he started sprinting home.

“You know, I think I believe him," Cynthia said, smiling down at Michael.

“Do you?" Michael seriously asked.

“He looked like a good boy," Cynthia shrugged, “But we can talk about it on the way to your home."

“...fine," Michael allowed as he continued his walk.

“Ah, it seems you misunderstand Mr. Yokebreaker," The Centaur giggled, “When we said we were going to escort you, we didn't mean to walk you there."

“Then what did you mean?" Michael asked.

That's when Victoria unhooked her harness and passed it on to her friend.

“We mean that it would be improper to have you walk there," the wolftaur said with a wide smile.

“Get on," the centaur added, padding her friend's now naked back.

…he should turn them down.

That is what every single instinct in Michael was saying. From the way they looked at him, to how he had been meeting them. None of it made sense unless they were trying to have something like this happen. They were, ultimately, paying too much attention to him.

But he looked at the wolftaur's fur, at her jet-black follicles and the smooth lines of her spine. He looked at her swishing tail and the way her cloven four legs shifted her weight every so often.

He looked at her new uniform and the way the skirt that covered her genitals and her tits in her rear end looked as if they had been dragged up on purpose.

Previously, Michael would have gone because there was no way he would be able to escape them. It would have been better to just endure what was going to happen.

But now? Well, it wasn't like Michael didn't also like Taurs…

“How is it?" Victoria's husky voice said as Michael stabilized himself on her back.

He had never ridden anyone before, in any sense of the word, but riding a taur like this was all kinds of fetishistic. Taurs like them would usually do it for children and people who could not move on their own.

Or they'd do it as part of getting physically close to someone smaller than them.

There were entire novels written about this exact sort of scenario.

“It's fine," Michael said as he shifted on her back, the last hurdle to his comfort being his oversized testicles and cock.

Just moving his hips wasn't doing it, so he reached down and, pushing up on his pants, made his balls and pole shift into a form that would be comfortably sandwiched between his legs and Victoria's back.

The Wolftau's breath briefly stopped.

“You know," Victoria began in a tone that was slightly unsettling, “I don't think we whisked you for weapons."

“But I literally have nothing," Michael replied.

“Hmm, why don't you let Cynthia check?" She said as she started walking, her stride causing Michael's legs to tighten around her flanks, “We won't even need to stop!"

“I suppose?" he replied as they went on their way.

“Raise your arms," the Centaur said as she started walking alongside them.

When Michael did so, her hands pressed against his armpits and started making circles that went from his chest to his back.

“Is that seriously necessary?" Michael asked.

“Just seeing if you have any guuuns," the Centaur replied as her fingers lingered on his biceps, “Lucky for you, these are legal."

It was flattering, but the Centaur didn't stop as her hands went to his neck.

“Now I am just seeing if you have anything in your collar," the Centaur explained. The problem being that the shirt that Michael wore didn't have a collar.

Her fingers brushed against his skin and briefly moved up to his chin.

But before he could say anything, they pulled away.

“Now I am going to check your sides," Cynthia declared as her digits started poking Michael in parts that almost made him laugh.

That is, until they got to his waist.

“Now, don't feel uncomfortable," the Centaur said as she made him uncomfortable, “This will be a quick check."

Her hands pressed against his ass.

And they pressed against his crotch.

Her finger sunk his pants into his crack.

And they pushed against his cock.

Cynthia's facial features were no longer friendly and calm. They were quickly beginning to devolve into something more excited.

His cock started to stir, too, and her hands were just getting to his testicles when she seemed to shake herself off her stupor and stopped.

“A-all clear," she said, and, in as friendly a manner as she could, padded Michael's ass, “This just one fine boy."

“What I tell you?" Victoria replied.

…Michael was feeling strangely infringed upon.

“You want to get to your house quick?" the wolftaur asked.

“Yeah," Michael said as he fought off the desire to shiver.

“Then I recommend you hold on to something." the wolftaur replied.

Michael looked around him, but there was nothing to grab onto except Victoria's torso.

“Like what?" he asked.

“Reach around my torso," The officer said and Michael did so.

He felt his arms be grabbed as the wolftaur put his hands on top of two soft mounds, “I've got good handles on my chest."

And before he could say anything else, she started running.

His hands squeezed down as he tried hard not to fall off, and the police officers barely restrained a moan as the wind whipped by them. Even through her rough uniform, he found her breasts to be incredibly soft and, yes, easy to hold on to.

And…wait, hadn't he spotted tits behind her crotch?

Her back, the one in her torso not the one he had planted his ass on top of, was muscled with ropes of muscular fiber. Her fur was silky smooth and the muscles of her lower body moved like pistons underneath his thighs.

And her smell…

Michael didn't know if it was because she was a taur, but the wolftaur somehow smelled wilder. More…feral, for lack of a better word.

Gamey, perhaps?

It was a primitive smell. A primeval smell that stirred parts of him that Michael didn't even know existed.

She was a female and he was a man. She was excited and he, he was ready.

Michael shook his head.

They were in his house within minutes, the cops asking him for directions every so often. They really were rather fast when they started trodding.

“Would you look at that," Victoria whistled as they stepped through the gate of his home, “We got us princeling, after all."

“The girls in the station are not gonna believe us," Cynthia replied as they stopped just short of the stairs leading up to his house.

Michael honestly didn't know how he felt.

He felt…dirty. He felt…insulted even, a little bit.

Worse of all, he felt like he lacked control.

This is what human beings were good for, he knew. And he would lie if he said that he had not enjoyed this at some level.

But enough to do so again?

“Say kid," Cynthia started to say as Michael wordlessly got off Victoria's back, “How about some thanks?"

“Thanks," Michael said without much intonation as he started walking up the stairs.

“I was thinking more of a goodbye kiss," the Centaur purred and Michael stopped.

“Just a goodbye kiss?" he asked, even though he knew it wouldn't be.

“Just a goodbye kiss," the Centaur confirmed, even though it was sure to be a lie, “For one of us each."

“What happens if I don't?" Michael, if only to know how much he would have to assuage his sense of self-worth later.

“Nothing of course," Victoria cut in, “But being ungrateful is the sort of thing the law doesn't like. Just saying."

It was a bunch of shit and bollocks, but…Michael couldn't help himself.

“See? What'd I tell you?" Victoria whispered to her partner as Michale walked towards them, “All you need is confidence."

That comment alone was almost enough to make him turn around.

But he couldn't. This whole thing was too…exciting.

He walked up to the wolftaur and waited for her to lean down. He got on his toes and pressed his lips against her cheek and smooched on her fur.

“Oh, what a gent!" she laughed as she pulled up.

Then Cynthia leaned down and Michael went for her cheek. At the last second, the centaur turned, and Michael ended up capturing her lips.

It didn't last long. But the human boy managed to feel the softness of her lips for a brief second as he smooched her.

“Oh, terribly sorry," Cynthia fanned herself in apology, “My mistake, sorry about that."

“...it's fine," Michael replied as he resisted the urge to lick his lips.

There must be something wrong with him. Something not right. Why was he acting like this?

“Then I guess we'll see you around," Victoria said, “Unless…you'd like to keep us cops some company?"

“I am good," Michael forced himself to say and the wolftaur gave him a patronizing smile.

“Then I guess we'll wait until next time." She said and turned around.

“Don't forget about me either, hon," Cynthia added as she walked after her partner.

Michael's mind was trying to puzzle some things out as he entered his home.

“Boy, you got home quick today," Yasmine said from the kitchen, the sound of meats sizzling and liquids being heated up reaching him.

There was also the smell of spices and food, which made his stomach grumble.

“Yeah, well, today was different," Michael replied as he walked to the dining room and put his bag on the table.

“Really?" his mother asked as she turned the stove off and started serving him a platter.

“Yeah, nothing to worry about though," Michael shook his head, trying to make the unpleasant feelings he had been having fall off of him, “The worst was missing school yesterday."

It took him a few moments to realize what he had said.

“What?" his mother gasped, almost letting his tray of food fall into the ground.

Well, it appears not everything about him had changed.