Elyas chewed on a piece of caramel candy, given to him by Feisal, and kicked his legs in the air. Now that the pain in the side of his head had died down to a dull throb, he was bored. There wasn’t much to do in the nurse’s office and Feisal said he needed to “work on a report”.


Elyas’ eyes scanned the room and came to rest on Feisal, watching him write. He had not been here nearly as many times as his best friend, Nikhil. He wondered what the Principal would do to him. Elyas worried about how much trouble Nikhil was in for helping him. Maybe he could go talk to the Principal and tell him not to punish his friend?


“Hey? Fei...Mr. Wydra?” Elyas asked.


“Talking with food in your mouth makes you sound pretty silly.”


Elyas giggled and swallowed. “What’s Mr. Whitelaw going to do to Nikhil?”


“If he wanted to see Nikhil, it must have been for a good reason. I don’t know what happened on the playground, outside of what you two told me, so I cannot say I know what will happen.”


“I don’t want him to get in trouble! He was helping me!”


“Do you know why the Principal would want to talk to him?”


“Umm. I dunno.” Elyas looked away as he spoke. Feisal turned and looked directly at Elyas; he didn’t say anything, but the boy still squirmed.


“You don’t have to lie to me. I won’t be mad at Nikhil.”


“You promise?”


“Cross my heart.” Feisal made a crossing motion over his heart.


“Nikhil said a naughty word to Kit and I saw him try to kick him in the peepee.”


“He tried to kick Kit?”


“Uh-huh, but he fell on his butt instead.”


“Oh, pup, what am I going to do with you?” Feisal spoke softly and shook his head.


“Huh?”


“Nothing. Just talking to myself.”


The door opened to admit Ulrich Souris, the teacher of Elyas’ 3rd grade class. Even seated, Feisal matched the 5’4” mouse teacher. Ulrich had recently turned 21, but he had the face of someone five years younger. Between that and being the youngest member of the school’s faculty, he often found visitors mistaking him as an older brother to some of the students. It frustrated him sometimes, but the childish appearance did help his students think of him as closer to their own age.


“Hi, Mr. Souris!” Elyas called and waved to his teacher.


“Hello, Elyas. How is your head?” Ulrich smiled at Elyas. While the school’s usual protocol was to have teachers and students address each other by their last names, Ulrich had never liked it when teachers called him “Mr. Souris” when he was a cub, so he decided to do things differently. Besides, it was much easier to remember students by their first names.


“Its okay. Mr. Wydra is sending me home.”


“I heard. I brought your backpack and all of the homework assignments for today.” Ulrich walked over to Elyas and set the backpack down next to him.


“Thank you!”


“You’re welcome. I hope you feel better by tomorrow.”


“Me too!” Elyas said.


Ulrich smiled at Elyas, gave Feisal a friendly wave, and left the room. Elyas opened his backpack, took out a sheet of paper with homework assignments written on it, and read through them. He looked over at Feisal when he was done. “When will my mom get here?”


“She should be here soon. You should start on your homework. It will keep you from getting too bored and will make the time go by faster.” Feisal would’ve liked to talk to Elyas more, but there was a lot of work he needed to get done.


Feisal was right, Elyas felt like he had just got into a reading assignment when the door opened to admit his mother. Elyas leapt from the bed and ran to her. “Mom!” Elyas yelled when he reached the door and wrapped his arms around his mother’s waist.


Elyas looked almost exactly like a short, male, version of his mother. Valerie Tikaani’s fur had the same pattern as her son’s and she was also long limbed. The biggest difference between the two was the eyes. Valerie had heterochromia, one eye matched her son’s bright blue while the other was silver. Valerie reached down, picked up Elyas, and kissed him on the forehead.


“Well, hello there. Someone is eager to see me.” Valerie shifted Elyas a bit, to make him easier to hold.


“I was waiting for you.” Elyas wrapped his arms around Valerie’s neck and held on.


“I was waiting for you too.” Feisal grinned and stood up from his desk..


“I’m not picking you up,” Valerie smiled at Feisal and walked around the desk to give him a one-armed hug.


Feisal returned the hug and rustled Elyas’ hair. “How are you doing, Val?”


“I was having a pretty good day until I was called about someone bullying my son.” a note of anger entered Valerie’s voice.


“I’m sure Weylin is handling it.”


“I will make sure of that. This is the last time I want to hear about someone hurting my boy.”


“You know the way to the office, I won’t stand in your way. I do have one request though.”


“What is that?”


“Make sure to record video of you laying into Weylin. Seeing someone able to make him back down is a pretty rare sight.”


“You really like to antagonize him, don’t you?”


“I have absolutely no idea what you mean.”


“I’m sure you don’t.” Valerie smirked at Feisal, then headed for the door.


“Bye-bye Mr. Wydra!” Elyas called out, looking and waving over his mother’s shoulder.


“Have a good day, Elyas.” Feisal returned the wave, then went back to work.


Outside of the room, Valerie set Elyas down and took his hand. “I think you get bigger every time I pick you up.” Elyas giggled.


On the way to the Principal's office, the two of them passed Nikhil. He was walking towards Feisal’s office, tail limp and eyes aimed squarely at the floor. The ice pack for his eye was held in one hand and a few tears rolled down his cheeks.


Elyas pouted when he saw Nikhil and wanted to rush over and give him a hug. He looked up at his mother, who shook her head, then back at his best friend. Elyas wanted to cry too; he hated that Nikhil got punished for helping him. He was going to yell at Mr. Whitelaw and tell him it was wrong to do. Well...Maybe not yell, but he was going to complain.


Lost in his own little world, Nikhil didn't even notice Elyas or his mother as he walked back to Feisal's office. It was the only place he wanted to be, and Feisal was the only person he wanted to be near right now. He moved slowly, not wanting to get in trouble for running, but his pace increased as his desire to see him also rose. Tears, hot and wet, trickled through his fur towards his chin, and he stopped to wipe them away before he reached his destination.   


The door opened, and Feisal looked up from his desk to see Nikhil enter. He slid his chair back from the desk, rushed over to him, and picked him up. He returned to his seat with Nikhil in his lap. He wrapped his arms around him and held him close in a silent embrace.


Nikhil put his face against Feisal’s chest and let out his tears, forgetting that he was trying to hide them. His face still hurt, his butt hurt, his pride hurt, he’d been embarrassed several times today and, worst of all, he felt responsible for Elyas getting hurt. But today had just sucked and being in Feisal’s embrace felt so warm and comforting that he couldn’t help but let it all out.


Feisal held Nikhil tightly, letting him cry out his pain and frustration. He kissed one of Nikhil’s ears and whispered comforting words. This was not the first time Nikhil had cried in his arms, but this was the first time the cries were for more than just receiving a spanking.


“It’s okay, Pup. Everything is alright. It wasn’t your fault. Elyas will be just fine.”


Nikhil closed his eyes, and fought against the tears. He listened to Feisal’s words; the older male was probably right. But it did not make the pain go away. He took deep breaths, and slowly regained control over himself. When the tears stopped, he did not move his head. He could feel that he made Feisal’s shirt wet; somehow, that did not embarrass him. Instead, all he could feel was affection for him.


With his head stuffed against Feisal, Nikhil could smell his scent. He smelled like one of those “spring rain” scented candles his mother bought sometimes. He liked that smell. He wanted to spend the rest of the day in this embrace, with that fragrance filling his nose. The longer he thought on how much he liked being held by Feisal, about how much he liked him in general, the more his pants would tighten. He shifted in an attempt to move the tent in his pants to a more comfortable position and to hide it.


Feisal smiled down at Nikhil, feeling his erection pressing against him even as he tried to hide it. He brought one paw down to rest on Nikhil’s thigh and moved it inwards, making no attempt to hide his intentions. Nikhil blushed, his quickening breath telling him that he wanted what was about to happen.


“You were brave today, Pup.” Feisal’s voice was soft and filled with love.


“I was?” Nikhil leaned back and craned his head up to look at Feisal.


“Of course. You ran to protect your friend.”


“But...But it was my fault.” Nikhil felt himself on the verge of tears again.


“No. No, it was not. You are not responsible for Kit’s actions.”


“But if I had played with Elyas when he asked…”


“Does this happen every day?”


“No.”


“Then, you had no idea it would happen today?”


“Well...No. He left us alone for weeks.”


“Nothing that happened was your fault.”


“But I feel like it was”


“You feel like that because you are a good kid.”


“Do good kids get spanked a lot?”


“Sometimes they do.”  Feisal said, his fingers sliding around the front of Nikhil’s shorts.


 The button clasp came undone easily, and Feisal pulled the zipper down. He moved his fingers against the bulge in Nikhil’s underwear, tracing the outline of the erection trapped within. His hand slipped into the front opening, wrapped around the cocklet, and carefully pulled it out. The fur on Feisal’s fingers against Nikhil’s canine member sent shivers along his body.


Feisal rubbed his fingers along Nikhil’s dick. He listened to the sound of his excited breathing and watched him squirm under his touch. He controlled his own breathing, keeping his thoughts away from his desire to do more with Nikhil. All Feisal wanted to do, right now, was make him feel good.


Nikhil gripped Feisal’s shirt. His hips moved of their own accord, humping into his paw. A knot had already formed at the base of his cubhood.


A paw caressed Nikhil’s face, then lifted his head up higher. The feeling of Feisal’s fingers rubbing against his cock were plain on his face. His muzzle opened wide, letting out a constant stream of moans. Pressure built inside of his member.  His hips moved erratically. He was so close it hurt.


“A-AAAHH!” Nikhil yelled out when the pressure became too much. His cubhood spasmed, but nothing came out. He tried to catch his breath,his head lulled, and fell against Feisal’s chest . It felt like he had run a mile; his body was slick with sweat. His eyes closed, and he drifted off to sleep.








Weylin sat at his desk, his gaze afixed to Mr. and Mrs. Reynard. They had stormed into the office. So far, he had listened quietly as they both ranted about his “unfair” treatment of their child. This was not his first rodeo with angry parents and he doubted it would be his last.


“Your job, that our taxes pay for, is to teach these children! Not to tell them they can’t come to school anymore!” Mrs. Reynard ranted.


Weylin slammed his paws against his desk. The resulting SMACK echoed throughout the room and silenced them. Weylin stood from his seat and walked around the desk. He raised his hackles, just enough to reveal his teeth.


 Weylin raised his voice enough to show his frustration. “My job is to provide a safe environment to learn. To do this I have to punish unruly students.”


Weylin stepped towards the Reynard and they step back towards the door. Neither of them were able to work up the nerve to say anything. “I have used every method at my disposal to make Kit behave. I informed you after the last suspension, if he maliciously harmed another student again, he would be expelled. He threw a basketball at the head of an eight-year-old!” 


Mr. Reynard opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. Weylin glared silently at him. He swallowed and closed his mouth again.


“I will not tolerate this behaviour any further. My decision is final.  You already have the school board’s number. I will gladly provide them the reports of Kit’s bullying.”


“But… He likes it here.” Mrs. Reynard spoke, meekly.


“He should have thought of that before hurting my students. And your negligence at home in correcting your cubs behavior is reprehensible, and is to blame.”


“How dare you!”


“When was the last time you confronted Kit about his behavior? I know neither of you do anything when I send him home with reports. If you won’t make him listen at home, we cannot make him listen at school.”


Mr. Reynard put a paw on his wife’s arm. He took several breaths to calm himself before speaking. “But he needs to finish the 5th grade. We would need to move to send him to another school. Is there any way you will reconsider?”


Weylin glared down at them again. He let them squirm under his gaze before he walked back to his desk. He opened a drawer, pulled out a pamphlet, walked back over to them, and shoved it into Mr. Reynard’s hands.


Mr. Reynard took the pamphlet and looked at it. “What is this?”


“It is a camp where unruly cubs like Kit can spend the summer. It is run by the Or-Wa-Terra. It’s purpose is to teach the values of discipline, hard work, integrity and honesty. They have different methods than I, maybe they can reach him before it’s too late.”


Mr. Reynard winced, as if Weylin had hit him, and his eyes narrowed in anger. Mrs. Reynad snarled. Weylin stood uphased, while he waited for them to regain their composure. Many angry glares were passed around before Mr. Reynard spoke again.


“So, you want us to send our son there and you will let him stay?”


“No. He is still expelled.”


“Then why are you giving us this?”


“I am giving you an option. Send Kit there for the summer. Have them send me regular reports on how Kit is doing. IF he has shown improvement by the end of summer, I will agree to meet with the three of you again and discuss allowing him to retake the 5th grade. There will be no free pass.”


The Reynards looked at each other then at the pamphlet, concern clear on their faces. Mrs. Reynard looked up at Weylin. “We could still complain.” Her words were soft, but there was no bite to them.


“We can go to war, or you can do what is best for Kit. Now, get out of my office. Call me when you have decided.”


The Reynards scurried out the door. They looked at each other again then turned their attention to Kit, still standing in the corner. Out of the corner of her eye, Mrs. Reynard saw the Tikaanis’  sitting outside the office. She looked over at them. The look in Valerie’s eyes spoke volumes. Mrs. Reynard moved across the room to her son and grabbed one of his ears, and pulled on it until he turned around. His hands flew to his head and he tried to pull his ear free.


“Owowow! Mommy! Wh-what are you doing!? That hurts!” Kit cried out.


“Something I should have done a long time ago. We’re going home and your father and I are going to have a very long talk with you about your behavior.” Mrs. Reynard pulled her son out of the office, never letting go of his ear.


Mr. Reynard stood in place for a couple seconds, stunned by his wife's actions. He watched her drag their son from the office, and saw the Tikaanis.  He turned and spoke the mother. “I am sorry for what my son did to yours.”


“I am not the one you should be apologizing to.” Valerie said stiffly.


“Right.” Mr. Reynard said, and turned to look down at Elyas. “Young man.”


Elyas looked up at Kit's dad.  “Elyas, sir,” he said.


“Elyas. I am sorry for what Kit did. It won’t happen again. When my wife makes up her mind about something there is no force on this planet that can stop her.”


“My mom is like that too.”


“I know. I should catch up with them.” Mr. Reynard hurried out, following the sounds of his wife loudly scolding their son.


Weylin watched the exchange from his door. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, getting ready for the next onslaught. “Come.”


Valerie stood and took Elyas’ hand. The two of them walked in and took a seat. Elyas’ legs swung back and forth.


Weylin resumed his seat, placed his hands on top of the desk, and looked at the two for a moment. “I can assure you that Kit will not harm your son again, Valerie.”


“I saw the pamphlet in Mr. Reynard’s hand.  How can you let that bully stay in school?  He’s a menace.” Valerie’s voice was soft but the anger had not left it.


“He has been expelled, Valerie.  I only agreed to consider letting him back in if, and only if, he proves himself over the summer.” Weylin moderated his tone. He knew there was no chance of intimidating the woman before him.


“You want him to go to the camp. Do you really think his parents will go for it?” 


“I hope so, for Kits’ sake.”


“I wouldn’t trust them not to try and get you fired.”


“I wouldn’t trust them any further than I could throw them, and I would be interested to find out exactly how far that is. However, Kit is still a cub. I do not like giving up on children, no matter how much I dislike their parents. My hope is that I shocked some sense into them with Kit’s expulsion.”


“Don’t they care about Kit?” Elyas spoke up.


“Of course they do,” Valerie said, looking down at Elyas as she spoke. “But, they like to pretend he doesn’t get in trouble, and want other people to ‘handle him’ when he misbehaves. They’ll praise him and buy him things when he does what they want and ignore everything else he does.”


“Oh.” Elyas tried to imagine how that worked.


“Until they take those first steps, he is going to keep acting up. Sending him to this camp is a suitable first step.” Weylin leaned back in his seat.


“If you decide he still hasn’t changed enough after this summer they’re going to fight you.”


“So be it. I should have done this sooner, but I wanted to give him one more chance.”


“If he hurts Elyas again, his parents won’t be the only people you have to worry about.”


“Noted.”


“Mr. Whitelaw? Sir?” Elyas asked into the momentary silence.


“Yes, Mr. Tikaani?” Weylin turned his attention to the younger wolf, trying to soften his expression. Elyas sat upright in his seat and leaned as far into the chair as he could.


“Why did you spank Nikhil for helping me?”


“I did not spank him for helping you. I-”


“But I saw him in the hall. You spanked him!” Elyas cut in.


Weylin stared at him for a moment, then cleared his throat. “I did. I spanked Mr. Kutya for fighting.” Weylin held up a finger when Elyas opened his mouth to retort. “While Mr. Kutya did right to try and protect you, he did wrong in how he went about it. He chose to fight, rather than ask a teacher for help.”


“Would you have spanked him if he didn’t try to kick Kit?”


“No. I would have given him detention for his language.”


Elyas kicked his feet in the air and thought about the Principal’s words. He didn’t like it, but it did make sense. He still wanted to go find Nikhil and give him a hug. He looked up at his mother and she smiled down at him.


“You can call him after he gets home from school.” Valerie said.


“Okay!”


Valerie stood and looked at Weylin again. “I hope your plan works out as well as you hope, Weylin. For Kit’s sake as much as your own. I am going to take Elyas home now.”


Weylin inclined his head towards the pair and watched them leave his office. He sat behind his desk until he was sure they were gone, got up, and walked out.


“I will return shortly, Gretchen.” Weylin said, and walked out of the room.






Feisal set his pen down and sighed. He had finally found time to finish up his paperwork. The last stretch was made more challenging due to only being able to use one paw. His other paw was cradled around the sleeping form of Nikhil. He had wormed his paw under his shirt and was gently rubbing against soft belly fur.


“With you jerking him off and cuddling him every time I punish him, I am not sure we are sending the right message.” Weylin spoke and walked into the office, closing the door behind him.


“I don’t do it every time. Besides, you keep sending him to me after you spank him. Almost like you want me to make him feel good.” Feisal looked up.


 Weylin gave a noncommittal response.


“Uh-huh. I heard Mrs. Reynard loudly scolding Kit. I assume you finally decided to kick him out?”


“Yes. But I provided them with an opportunity for reentry.”


“An ‘opportunity’ for them to pretend all is better, so that little monster to come back to this school and hurt more cubs.” Feisal’s voice was filled with anger and disgust.


“And, what, exactly, should I do? Foist them off on some other school? You want me to just give up?”


Feisal shrugged. “Not all battles can be won.”


Weylin walked up to the desk and leaned over it. He stared Feisal dead in the eyes. Feisal rolled his chair back until it hit the wall.


“Not four months ago YOU begged me not to suspend Nikhil when he started a fight in the lunchroom. Begged me to give him another chance, to not give up.”


“That’s different.”


“Yes. Because Nikhil has a best friend that tries to keep him out of trouble, parents that aren’t neglectful, and you.”


“Nikhil still wasn’t anything like Kit, not even close.”


Weylin walked around the desk and stood in front of Feisal. “No. You think he’s like you.”


“What?”


“You fool yourself into thinking Nikhil is like you. He is not. The reason you dislike Kit so much is because he reminds you too much of yourself.” Weylin raised a paw to forstall Feisal’s retort. “Don’t. I have been told what you were like back then. You were more like Kit than you want to admit. If he is not able to course correct, immediately, he will become like your brother.”


Feisal winced and let out a small grunt at the last sentence. His eyes fell from Weylin’s face and looked at the Principal’s scarred arms. All the fight drained out of him.


Weylin took Feisal’s free paw and cupped it in his own. “Fei. Your strong sense of right and wrong is one reason why I love you, but your feelings are clouding your judgement. Kit can still be saved. Personal feelings about Kit, and his parents, aside; I need you to stand beside me on this.”


Feisal took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I’m sorry. You’re right. Kit’s actions trigger memories I’d rather forget and I shouldn’t take it out on him.”


Placing his free paw under Feisal’s chin, Weylin lifted his head. He leaned down and placed a kiss upon his muzzle.


Feisal gazed up at Weylin after the kiss. He pulled his paw from Nikhil’s shirt and placed it on Weylin’s cheek. He guided him back down to resume the kiss. This time, it was far more passionate. Feisal’s lips parted for Weylin’s tongue. 


They kissed until Weylin saw something out of the corner of his eye and pulled back. “He is awake.”


In truth, Nikhil had been awoken by Mr. Whitelaw’s first words. The Principal’s voice cut through his soft slumber like a hot knife through butter. He had not stirred, in fear of being told he would have to return to class. He wanted to stay in Feisal’s lap a little longer. The argument had piqued his interest and he had to try really, really, hard to not ask questions about the things the adults were saying.


What really got Nikhil to stir was the Principal saying he loved Mr. Wydra. He opened his eyes just in time to see them kiss the first time. He stared transfixed when they kissed the second. He did not know what to think. On one paw, it made him feel upset. But it wasn’t the usual kind of upset, it felt weird. On the other paw, it excited him. His cubhood stirred and grew while he watched them.


“H-Hi, Mr. Whitelaw.” Nikhil blushed.


“Hello, Mr. Kutya. Did you have a good nap?”


“Yes sir. Um, Mr. Wydra.”


“Yes, pup?” Feisal smiled softly at Nikhil.


“Your, uhh... ‘you know’ is poking me in the butt.”


Feisal chuckled. “That tends to happen when you kiss someone like that. See? Even Mr. Whitelaw is sporting an erection.”


Nikhil’s eyes drifted down the Principal’s body. He couldn’t resist looking. The bulge in Mr. Whitelaw’s pants was easy to spot. Nikhil had no idea how big the Principal was, but he seemed huge to his eyes.


“Fei. That is not appropriate.”


“Love, it is going to happen eventually. We can’t pretend to not be lovers forever.”


“That is not what I mean.”


“His parents gave me permission.”


“What did mom and dad give you permission to do?”


“Take your virginity.”


“What’s that?”


“I’ll show you.” Feisal kissed the top of Nikhil’s head then looked up at Weylin. “We could use an experienced teacher.”


Weylin looked over the two of them. He could not deny how attractive the offer was. His cock expressed it’s desire to join them. And, it would be a good idea to stay and make sure Feisal did not get too excited. He moved back around the desk and locked the office door.