The city kindergarten was large and spacious, containing more than a hundred children inside. The structure, dyed a pure white, was juxtaposed with a middle school, this one was orange and even larger than the other.
A distinctly intense din could generally be heard from the former.
Separating the two schools was a rather large garden, where the grass was always kept sparse, and only a few bushes and a few lusher corners impeded the overall view.
Rides for children of all ages were placed in this garden. 
When the Sun beat high, on a day seemingly identical to all others, the kindergarten children were allowed to go out into that yard to enjoy themselves, taking advantage of the fine weather and the Summer breeze.
Among all the children, one stood out for a unique characteristic of his own. The thick coat that covered his little body was the color of honey, with some scattered regions where the hair turned white, almost silvery.  
Endowed with a slender physique and a smile still devoid of mature teeth, little Alex was looking forward to enjoying his favorite hobby: ant watching.
The bell vibrated, sending out the signal the toddlers had been waiting for so long.
A colorful stream permeated with the smell of talcum powder poured down the kindergarten steps, bordering the beginning of that playground.
Alex, scampering along, was one of the first to reach the green. The smell of flowers and freshly cut grass intoxicated him, to the point that his crimson eyes glowed with a vivid flame.
Armed with his very faithful magnifying glass, he spotted a corner just past the kindergarten exit. The only place where other children avoided stepping on the ground and endangering the colony of ants that inhabited that space.
Wearing only a pair of briefs with his favorite superheroes embroidered on them( a gift from his mother) and a T-shirt as white as his fur, Alex walked away from the others, leaving them to compete for a spot on the swing.
Quietly, in a Sherlock Holmes pose, he reached the longed-for spot. 
He clutched the magnifying glass tightly in the little right paw. The most valuable object he possessed had been a gift from his father, given to him the month before, on his fifth birthday.
He reached in front of a shady bush. The sun's rays there were blocked by the roof of the kindergarten. 
Feeling the warmth on his back, Alex squatted down and pointed the lens at the loam there in front.
He watched the industrious ants struggle to bring as much food to the nest as possible.
"Ants..." He syllable, stammering in fits and starts, having not yet achieved good oratorical skills.
All was proceeding quietly, the hubbub of his companions behind him, combined with the warmth of the air and the pleasant feeling of watching the ants at work gave him absolute security and a sense of bliss.
Suddenly, a rustling, hiss-like sound caught his attention.
He raised his head. Coruscating, he tried to locate the origin of the sound.
He looked behind, then around. "Who's there?" He asked and involuntarily swallowed.
He felt sweat trickle down his forehead. 
Again the rustling, again that hissing sound.
Then a sound was added. A barely audible whistle.
It came from the bush. Alex stared at the grass and the twigs that made it up. He had seen them move this time.
"Hey" Whispered the bush.
The child drew back. "Huh?" He asked instinctively in his high-pitched, innocent little voice.
"Hey, buddy, there are some beautiful ants back here, come and see them, hurry up!"
Alex hesitated for a moment, something in his instincts had kicked in. "Who are you?" He asked.
"I'm your friend, but quick, come or you'll miss all the ants! Hurry!"
The child waited again, then, looking back one last time, took courage. 
As he approached the bush, a strong gray paw clung to the flap of his shirt, drawing him in firmly.
Alex groaned and squinted the eyes. When he opened them fully again, he saw a giant figure less than a step away. "You hurt me" was the first thing that came to his mind, and he said it.
The other snorted, sneering. He was a raccoon with silvery black fur and two hypnotic amber eyes. "My name is Oliver, you little sucker..." 
The boy began to fiddle with the blue jeans he was wearing.
Alex's heart, meanwhile, began to beat with monstrous force and at a frantic pace, so much so that a sense of deep nausea gripped his stomach.
Clutching his tummy, the puppy tried to back away. "There are no ants..." He stammered with his gaze fixed on the raccoon.
This stretched out a paw and placed him back in his original place. "Stay here and shut the hell up!" He thundered under his breath, gritting the teeth.
He, too, was nervous.
"Are you in elementary school?" Alex asked, as if that would help him.
Oliver merely nodded. "Get ready baby," he said then. "Get your tongue ready."
Alex looked at him attically. "What does that mean? What are you doing to your pants?" 
In response, Oliver unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped them in a flash. He dropped down pants and boxers to the ankles, uncovering his intimate parts.
Alex turned red with shame. "What are you doing? What are you doing?" He began to demand repeatedly.
"Shut up!" 
Oliver took the unripe phallus between his fingers. The semi-mature cock dangled between his thighs. It was small, but still growing. Five inches, Oliver measured it constantly and rejoiced at every millimeter gained.
Bright pink, the shaft with the glans protruded from the leather pouch. It pulsed vividly.
"Come here!" He intimated toward the child, drawing him to himself with a tug.
Alex fell to the knees, the grass in contact with the skin tickling his body. He stood before his eyes that scarlet appendage that gave off a musk-like smell.
"Open your mouth, as if you were going to make a gruel!" Oliver ordered him, and Alex, softly, obeyed like a good puppy.
His lips blossomed, with a trickle of clear saliva between them glistening for a moment. 
"Good puppy, good puppy" Oliver stroked his forehead and cheeks, meanwhile taking aim, bringing the glans ever closer to the baby's little mouth.
Thrusting forward with his pelvis, the tip of his cock ended up rubbing against his lips, adage, in no apparent hurry.
The rest happened in a rougher, almost bestial way.
Oliver pushed it into his mouth without hesitation. He slid the turgid glans along the saliva-wrapped palate, down deep, all the way to the push of the epiglottis. 
Alex reacted with a gasp, groaning and moaning under his breath. On instinct, he pushed with paws against the raccoon's thighs. But to no avail.
Panic, terror, gagging, all sensations assailed him instantly, without his immature brain being able to comprehend them.
He felt his breath catch. His throat was obstructed by that little snake of flesh.
No matter how hard he tried to react or take in air, everything then ended up being ephemeral.
Oliver, on the contrary, was enjoying and moaning. He tightened his hands around the cub's face as the latter sucked him off.
He felt the mouth squeeze his glans, and the tongue, packed with saliva, cling against his frenulum. Everything was so warm and moist that he felt shivers.
The best blowjob he had ever received was being consummated at that very moment.
Back and forth, he fucked his mouth, thrusting the baby teeth, which barely pinched his outermost layer of skin, sending small but jubilant jolts of pleasure through him.
"Oh yes, suck it, suck it all!" He groaned, panting.
Alex yelped, but his little voice was muffled by the pounding that was taking place inside his throat.
Every breath he took turned into a fearful hiss. 
Suddenly he felt the thing in his mouth begin to pulse against his throat. An acrid, brackish taste, meanwhile, spread all over his palate.
"I'm cumming!" Gasped the raccoon suddenly, and the fingers he held tightly on the child's temples tightened to their fullest.
Inside Oliver's little cock, a thick, viscous liquid flowed with great rapidity.
"Ah, ah! AH! Ah yes!" He groaned again, panting as if after an interminable marathon.
Drops of hot, sticky semen spurted from the pertus on his glans, which crashed onto the child's oral walls, clinging to them, and flowing downward toward the stomach.
"Oh yes, I'm cumming down your throat! I'm filling your whole belly!" Whispered the perverted boy with a note of enjoyment in the voice.
Alex merely swallowed, following his instinct, as he felt that searing liquid sliding down his throat. The raccoon trembled as if afraid, while Alex, inwardly, hoped that that torture had come to an end.
Emptying his balls, Oliver released his grip on Alex, who fell backward like a lifeless puppet.
A whitish trickle ran down his cheek, streaking his golden fur. The red eyes appeared vacant.
He tried to speak, but nothing came out of his mouth.
He coughed hard as Oliver, standing in front of him, stared at him smugly. "Wow..." He wheezed, still not recovering his lost oxygen.
Alex continued coughing, turning his gaze to the dirt. At the edges of his eyes, tears pooled, ready to slide down his entire cheek.
"You hurt me... so badly," he said in a low voice, still prey to uncontrollable shivers. 
His newly violated little body vibrated restlessly like a thin twig ravaged by a storm.
"You know, sucker..." Oliver began in a real buddy tone. "After I expel that liquid from my dick, I feel a great need to pee! I really need it, and you are just what I need!" 
He grabbed his little pistol with thumb and forefinger and with a kick pushed Alex backward, knocking him onto the back.
He took aim, concentrating not to miss. 
He groaned, gaping upward, an expression of enjoyment on his face. Suddenly, a golden jet gushed out of his urethra, slicing through the air, forming a sickle that rose upward before falling back and shattering on Alex's briefs. 
The fabric instantly soaked through and darkened as an acrid, pungent odor wafted through the air.
The rush was similar to a hissing sound, but more serious. Piss gushed from the raccoon's prick to the panties of poor little Alex, who, horrified, stood motionless to endure that liquid torture.
He felt the hot piss sticking to his pubis, soaking his fur, as yellowish squirts bounced from side to side, untamed.
"Ahhh" Oliver emitted another very long moan. The stream, accordingly, diminished as it went, like a faucet left running that loses its intensity at some point.
The stream became weak and intermittent, no longer firm and steady. 
Alex took short, numerous breaths, his lean chest heaving continuously. Terror and panic had overwhelmed him. 
Adrenaline coursed through his arteries in inordinate amounts, and his temples throbbed painfully, so much so that he felt the instinct to pound his head with his fists in a desperate attempt to do something.
But instead he remained motionless, catatonic, aware that he had to do something, but likewise too afraid to act.
Fear, nothing but fear, with an important note of bewilderment.
Oliver sighed, and the flow ended. All was silent except for the distant cries of the other children.
For once, Alex would have liked to be with them playing rather than looking for ants. 
He looked down at his underwear, his lips vibrating.
He felt wet. And his thighs, he felt them sticking against each other -- and his groin, under the briefs... everything was so soaked that it caused him further distress.
The raccoon pointed at him, calling attention to himself. With his other hand, he put the jeans back on rather awkwardly. "Okay baby, if you say anything to anyone about what happened..." He shifted his chin forward, revealing the first sharp canines. "You'll regret it!"
Alex stared at him with a dumbfounded expression.
"Do you know what that means?" Oliver assured himself. "Do you understand what I said?"
The child merely nodded. It was pathetic, in every way.
"Good" Said the raccoon and walked away with hands in pockets and whistling a cheerful tune. 
Alex was left alone, to face the silence after the storm.
He hid his face in his arms and burst into tears as a stench of piss invaded his nostrils.






When a few minutes later he found the strength to get up, he knew he had to call for help. So at least, he had been advised by his parents in the event that something bad happened.
With each step he took, a muddy noise propagated from Alex, caused by the rubbing of his wet thighs.
Avoiding the rest of the classmates, who were too busy having fun instead of looking out for him, he managed to climb the stairs and sneak inside the building.
There, as luck would have it, he saw Teacher Johnatan sitting at his desk, immersed in reading some papers.
For a moment, and indeed much more than a moment, Alex stood still. 
He began to shake from head to toe again, and the taste of musk savored just before came back, as did a cough that he could not contain.
It was the coughing fit that attracted the master's attention.
Jhonatan was a fox, tall in stature, athletic in physique, with a face as handsome as it was hopeful. He had the classic features proper to sweet and understanding creatures, able to listen to you and solve your every problem.
It was precisely this that allowed little Alex to take a step forward, just after the professor had asked him what was wrong.
The child rubbed the floor with the tip of his paw, looking in that same direction.
The teacher, a connoisseur of facial and bodily expressions, and feelings closely related to them, interpreted that picture with extreme accuracy.
The wet panties, then, were the most important detail.
"Alex, sweet little darling," he exclaimed with a volley as sweet as honey. "With me, your dear master, you can talk quietly..."
"Master Jho... Jho..." Alex stammered.
"Alex, you can call me John, I am your friend after all. You want me to be your friend?"
The child nodded.
"Good, very very good" The fox smiled, uncovering his maniacally manicured teeth.
"So," he continued, "Friends tell each other everything, even secrets, right?"
The child assented with a nod.
"Perfect..." John rose from his chair, and with slow, cautious steps, approached. "Okay Alex, come on, tell me in my ear what happened..."
Kneeling beside him, he brought himself to his height. Bending down, turned his head, he turned his ear to him.
Alex departed, "My panties are wet..." But the fox rose suddenly, shaking his head, and in a tone of dissent said, "Oh no no, Alex, dear sweet pup, this is unacceptable" He continued to nod his head no. "At your age, pissing your pants is a very serious matter...I didn't expect this from you, young man, you let me down quite a lot, you know?"
The child began to shake even harder, sure that at any moment he would whimper with all the energy in his body. 
It was all so wrong, he was sure, sort of, maybe. The fact was, he felt bad, really really bad, and those words, the master's words, had hurt him even more than what had happened just before beside the bush.
But Jhonatan acted quite unexpectedly. He crouched beside him, and was so tall that he surpassed him even in that pose, if only by a few inches. "Darling," he whispered, caressing his white hair. Alex felt his heart warmed by that sudden kindness. More tears, comforting ones at that, were about to flow. 
"You did very well to come to me, I'll take it from here, okay?" He stroked him even harder. With the back of the paw he touched his cheek, and then with his index finger and thumb he gently pinched his chin. "You know Alex, you're beautiful, and I can't ignore this..."
"Do you still love me?" It was the question Alex could not keep inside himself.
"Oh yes, honey, I love you more than anyone else..."
"My legs...I feel all wet...discomfort, so much discomfort!" Claimed the cub.
Then the fox, barely moving away, spread his arms wide. "Come on dear, come here." 
Alex did not hesitate and jumped on him. Jhonatan, the admirable teacher of the city kindergarten, a fox of rare as well as fascinating charm and acumen, lifted him up without struggling.
Squeezing him in a strong embrace, he sniffed his fur. The scent of talcum powder ... the infant scent ... the essence of fear disappearing to replace an even more infamous sentiment, which is fidelity.
"Do you trust me?" Whispered the fox in the child's ear.
The latter was shot through with a shudder when he sensed the master's tongue so close to his eardrums. "What does that mean?" He would have liked to ask him, for he did not know the meaning of that word, but instead he said yes.
If I tell him yes, he will love me more, he thought.
John grinned, beaming, and squeezed him even tighter. "Perfect," he said. "Then we can go..."
Alex tried, "Go where?"
The fox was already on his way. "Come on silly, let's go change those panties..."






They entered a dark room, dislocated from the hall where Alex and the other children used to spend time together.
The fox squinted the door behind him, meanwhile holding up the little cub with his outstretched, muscular arm.
It was dark there. The light switch was on the right. The master pressed it and everything became clearer.
Then, in an automatic gesture, Jhonatan slid the pin into the lock. The resulting metallic click marked the preamble to everything.
The air was permeated with a nauseating stench, so much so that Alex reconnected that odor to something familiar to him.
He did not investigate further, because the fox laid him down on a changing table.
It had been a long time, the child thought, since an adult had changed him on one of those. It had been a really long time since the last time.
Now he had learned to change himself, without anyone's help.
But the thought of the teacher's gentle, experienced paws helping him change his underwear was enough to silence him.
"Okay okay," Jhonatan said after positioning himself in front of the baby. "First, let's take off the underpants slowly so you don't get all wet."
Alex nodded with a smirk.
Also on the fox's face, there was a smile, which was more like a grin, and the origin of which totally differed from the one present on the baby's face.
He grabbed the flaps of the underpants, just below the hips, and began to pull. He bit his lower lip as he denuded the little one with Olympian maniacality and calm.
In that place, he was very certain, no one would ever come. And even then, he would know what to do to avoid making a mess.
He slid the fabric over the urine-soaked fur. He uncovered the puppy's groin, brimming with grayish hairs ... and among them, once the panties were moved even further downward, sprouted the tiny infant phallus.
An insignificant little cock, with the tip barely visible, above which a tuft of fine hairs were erect upward. Just below, the testicles were gathered in a small scrotum attached to the skin.
Jhonatan hissed hot air passed through clenched jaws. It was the only sound to break the silence. 
Alex, in response, breathed out taking long puffs. He didn't know why, but he was afraid again.
"It won't hurt me, will it?" He asked, more innocent than ever.
The fox snapped his tongue against the teeth four times and added nothing more.
Along the legs, then on the thin ankles, and finally the paws ... and there the master held the underpants by the flaps from which he had pulled them off. 
He rejoined the two sides, then folded again, this time vertically.
He stared at the child, lapping his lips vehemently. "Come here" He said only, and grabbed Alex by the back of the neck, pulling him closer to himself.
He clutched the soggy underpants in his free paw, the superheroes embroidered on them warped, turning into abnormal, undefined creatures. A meaningless mass of colors, with limbs and heads poking out of the folds.
Cowering, he shoved those underpants straight into Alex's mouth, forcing their entrance, pushing mercilessly, pressing with his other paw behind the back of the neck.
The baby squirmed. He kicked and flailed his arms, whimpering. His first cry for help was muffled by the piss-soaked ball that found itself in his mouth so suddenly.
A salty, pungent aftertaste invaded his palate, sending an intense burning all the way down his throat.
It was horrible and annoying.
What's more, the master threw him head back, forcing him into supine pose.
Quickly, he unbuttoned the high-waisted dress pants he had decided to wear that day, as he had all that week.
First he unfastened the belt from the belt loops.
Having lowered the breeches, he lowered his underwear as well.
Although his view was limited from that angle, Alex could see something that robbed him of the strength to move.
He continued to yelp, though this, without understanding what was happening. 
Between Jhonatan's nerveless thighs, snaked his big dick. Covered with copper-colored hairs, some with more intense hues, like the dawning Sun.
The shaft, fleshy and thick with veins, culminated in a purple, pulsating glans, dripping with a clear liquid, which glistened barely under the direct rays of the light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
The scrotum, ripe and with two testicles inside it the size of tennis balls, hung downward, with a dense layer of flesh covering each side.
"Okay Alex, now, as promised, I'll handle you..." Whispered the fox, even more radiant than before.
He squeezed first the thighs, then the baby's ankles, applying enough force to trigger a few stifled moans in the baby.
Spreading the legs, in turn the buttocks did the same, so that the anal loophole gradually began to dilate more and more.
The little pouch, so small and well concealed by hair, caused the fox to shudder with immeasurable pleasure.
"Uhhh, what a nice little hole you have there, Alex..." He whispered, still lapping his lips, and panting, barely perceptibly.
His cock swelled, giantizing beside the child's little snake: Jhon's penis was five times longer.
The fox moved his pelvis forward, in a light flick, and the glans went to rest on the rim of his anus, at the edge of the latter.
"Hmmpff!" Shouted the little boy, his panties soaked in still-warm urine pushed between his palate and gums.
"Oh Alex, it's no use fretting, very soon it will all be over..."
The master charged some saliva, the spit came a moment later, hitting the glans, where it began to slide in transparent rivulets.
With the tip well lubricated, the cock continued a few inches.
The first obstacle, namely the baby's tight, virgin perturbum, slowly dilated, making room for the newcomer.
The throbbing glans made its way in, widening and dilating. 
Alex clenched his hands on the changing table, paralyzed by the sudden pain.
"Even deeper, huh Alex?" The fox asked him wryly, before executing another thrust.
This time the chapel was sucked out of the rectum, as if the latter were a vacuum cleaner.
The sucking took place in an instant, and the glans disappeared inside the puppy's ass.
"Ahhh" Jhon let out a groan, squinting his eyes and shoveling his jaws. He intensified the grip on the ankles, where the first bruises were forming.
The puppy, sensing that foreign body inside him, clenched his baby teeth on his underpants, and particularly brackish drops fell down his throat. It appeared as a gesture of retaliation.
Swallowing with difficulty, he noticed how happy the teacher was, and how a very similar expression to that of the bully from a few minutes earlier had materialized on his face.
Jhon leaned forward with his pelvis, slowly sinking his sword of flesh into the little one's tight, dry rectum.
The walls of the rectum tore from the dialation effort, but that did not stop the fox from continuing.
Harpooning the baby to the changing table, he felt its heat and terror, which turned him on even more.
Not only that, but also the rectum, which had turned out to be tight beyond belief. 
Sinking in there meant continually opposing a pressing force exerted on the glans and shaft.
Ignoring that discomfort and continuing, however, meant enjoying immensely.
"Oh yes Alex, you are so tight, so nice and tight...you are my favorite puppy, you are my favorite!"
John went so far as to totally plunge his cock in, until it touched the edge of the crevice with his groin. For a moment the idea of sticking his balls in there, too, tantalized him.
But then he realized how miraculous his entrance had been in there.
He saw the hole fully enlarged in an impressive way. And he saw the veins of his cock pulsing at a frightening rate as they were pressed by the baby's skin and pinched by the hairs.
For more effective penetration, he lay down on Alex so that he could encircle him to himself and fuck him more powerfully.
Once he was hooked by crossing his arms over the back, Jhon increased the pace suddenly, without warning.
He started pounding that tiny anus, stroke after stroke, back and forth, at the risk of splitting the puppy in two.
This one flailed wildly, shaking and yelping in pain. But the panties, every time he tried to cry out, punished him with drops of piss inside his esophagus.
The red eyes became gradually more vacant as the rape continued.
Making contact with Alex's ear, the fox began to whisper, "One more minute, one more minute, I'm going to cum ... oh yes, oh yes like this, oh yes how tight you are, you puppies make me enjoy this like crazy!" He spoke as if the interlocutor was himself. "Oh yes, how hard I get it! Oh yes, I fuck you Alex, I fuck your whole ass, that nice little puppy ass of yours! I'm going to fuck it!"
"AAAAhhhh." He let out a long moan that rumbled in Alex's eardrums.
A moan that sounded like a howl, followed by a flush of hot breath.
The fox's cock, as well as his testicles, swelled suddenly, almost doubling in size. 
Along the urethra, a liquid snaked with extreme rapidity, producing a bulge under the skin that tickled the child's anal walls, which were now, however, too compromised to be able to take it in.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Shouted the fox, squeezing the baby against his chest as hard as he could almost to the point of suffocation.
He spurted an exorbitant load of steaming cum inside the little one's ass. A continuous stream, similar to a river in flood, rushed out of his urethra thus stuffing every available inch of rectum.
Every wall, every millimeter of skin was affected. The semen, hot and viscous, clung to it, spreading its salty aroma throughout that dark, dilated environment.
John stayed with his cock inside the little one for a few seconds, waiting until the last drop had come out.
Now that their chests were in direct contact, the fox could note the boy's extra-accelerated heartbeat.
The heart galloped at an extreme rate, as if it were about to break at any moment.
At that moment, with his anus caved in and his rectum stuffed with semen, Alex totally lost control of his nether regions.
Like a broken mechanism, his bladder began to empty without him having any control over it.
Hot and frighteningly yellow urine gushed out of his willy, soiling the hair of his belly and groin, even ending up hitting the master.
The latter did not mind the piss, and in fact used it as a lubricant to perform a couple more lunges.
With each stroke given, the piss squirted out harder, with tangible irony.
"Wow Alex, you did great, you really are a great boy." The teacher finally told him, pulling his cock out of the anus.
A trickle of semen began to flow from it, sliding between the buttocks and then settling on the changing table, where it formed a miniature pond.
Alex was finally able to lower his legs, which were very sore. His ass, as well as his entire groin area, had fallen numb. He had been fucked so hard that he had lost all sensibility.
"Now, I have to make you wear something, you don't want to walk around like that!" 
The master turned around, his cock still dangling between the muscular legs.
He fiddled with something on a shelf nearby. It was from that spot, Alex noticed thanks to his sniffing, that the stench he had smelled earlier was coming from.
John returned holding a diaper, only this one appeared entirely dissimilar to a normal one.
It was not white and snow-white, but quite the contrary. 
First of all, it was floppy, very floppy--as if, it had been used before...
"This soiled diaper is perfect!" Said the fox excitedly. Now that he had emptied his balls, his tone was satisfied, like someone who got everything he wanted out of his life.
He made little Alex put on the diaper.
The baby felt that the fabric was soaking wet and the smell that permeated it was revolting.
A shiver ran down his spine. In addition, the feeling in his buttocks was returning, so that he felt the liquids that impregnated the diaper, pinching his skin and soaking his fur.
Alex was helped down; the pair of underpants was removed from his mouth. Jhon hid them where he had taken the used diaper.
Taking his first steps, the baby noticed how much pain he felt in his buttocks, and more importantly, how heavy and bulky the diaper he was wearing was.
Discomfort, annoyance, a sense of wetness, all these were slowly annihilating him.
The fox concluded it all with a resounding slap on the puppy's buttocks. "With a dirty diaper like that, you'll look great!" He exclaimed, delighted.
Alex would have loved to cry, but he couldn't find the energy to do so. He had been stuffed with semen, but emptied of something else.
The soul? He could not know and perhaps never would.
He descended the stairs outside the kindergarten, walked a few meters, facing the thousand difficulties that arose because of that smelly, wet diaper.
Darting from side to side with his gaze, fearful of being laughed at, Alex was about to turn around with the intention of going back to hide from the sight of the other children.
But going back would have meant dealing with Master Jhonatan again, and this option was frightening to him.
Suddenly, however, he spotted a figure on the other side of the park, next to the orange institute. The elementary school. 
Beside the entrance was Oliver, the 12-year-old raccoon who had violated him behind the bush.
On the boy's face, the two eyes glittered ardently, as if he had something in mind that he and only he knew.
Alex felt his legs shake; in his heart, he knew something horrible was going to happen, yet another thing after the tragic events of that morning.