Dawning Hills
	
Introduction

	Dawning Hills was a strange town down in the middle of nowhere. The population was more than just family and friends, many could get go their entire lives without meeting significant people or those deemed as “popular” by the towns standards. There were down town areas, residential areas, and just about anything that could be seen as a town filled with life. The streets were busy by day and silent at night. The market places were mostly all family owned and the ones that weren’t slowly died out purely out of the towns respect to keep outside businesses just as it was. Outside businesses. 
If there was one thing the town was different for, it was not the special fruits that the farmers grew. It wasn’t that everyone seemed moderately friendly at all times. It could be that they accept nudists as an actual life style in the town. Most, if not all species, were walking around in their birthday suit (or their every day suit in this case).

The one thing that stood out about the town, was how open it was to sex and yet how contained and controlled it was. There was something about the level at which people could approach having sex with another. If it were a job, the boss might hire you for that said purpose. Perhaps you find yourself trying to raise money for a new game but instead of a lemonade stand, you have a kissing booth. A cock kissing booth. Why would anyone go to such lengths for something so simple? Why not have an all out whoring session or prostitute yourself? 
The town was odd to say the least and most of this is just what one pup learned from his parents or on his own. It may sound questionable from the outside but to the pup he actually grew up alright with the taboo nature. The pup was a sleek, black furred jackal. At a young age, the jackal was put into school just as any other child would. The punishment system for elementary was nothing that some schools have done before. It was a simple spanking; Pants down, rump shown to the class, while the young fur got several pats on the rump before they were sent scurrying back to their seat. 

The further you got between the grades K – 6 the faster the punishments changed. The jackal only got to witness a few punishments as he got older. He heard stories of how some kid in 4th grade shot a spit wad at a teacher. The teacher apparently had made the boy come to the front of the class room, get down on his hands and knees, and begin licking the teacher’s feet. The boy sat there the entire day, EVEN through recess.  At that age, feet seemed gross to the pup, anything that was not food, wasn’t meant to go in the mouth. 
By sixth grade, the pup had actually witnessed firsthand the power a teacher had over a student. Some lion girl in his class, total bitch in the jackal’s opinion, prided herself on her perfection. Perfect smell, perfect Barbie doll get-up… actually, Barbie doll described her near perfectly. The sleek golden furred lion was arguing with the teacher. She complained on how she was doing badly on the homework and tests and blamed all of it on how his gorilla teacher was simply a bad teacher. The argument raged on for near ten minutes. The pup was lightly dazed by this point, tuning in and out due to him trying to complete his current homework while in class so he didn’t have to go home and do it. The black furred canine already didn’t like the female lion and he could even tell she was wrong in every sense of the word.
The teacher was fed up with her crap and noted how she needed a time out. Hearing the word “time out” made the jackal snap back into the conversation and watch. Saying “time out” didn’t just mean sit in a corner, it could range from any of the possible punishments a student could get at that age. 
The girl was lifted and placed onto a pretty low table. The table was only about knee high. He set the girl onto it length ways, lifted a foot to go around the other side of the table so that his fat rump was hovering over her before he sat down. There was a muffled yell and the lioness thrashed beneath the gorilla but he merely grinned as if nothing had happened and taught from atop her face. 

At sixth grade, the jackal didn’t know what he was seeing. The teacher was sitting on lionesses face. The gorilla was so large yet he always maintained a descent weight as to not crush or smother her. She could breath but she had to breathe his musky ass. The jackal couldn’t place the thought out of his mind. He flushed a deep red the entire day and even ran home to try to find out if there might be anything else like it online. 
“Face sitting… that’s it? That’s what it’s called?” he searched for images and found people not only being under someone’s ass but they were rubbing the huge mounds. Some were even licking the hole where unmentionables come out of. So many images flooded his screen. Videos popped up, screen shots clouded every corner until no background could be found. The jackal’s own cock was hardening find so much porn on sex and kinks. Fetishes were something he’d never thought of but it was starting to all piece together for the jackal. Why he loved the story with the teachers feet and why he couldn’t stop starring at the ass of his teacher. 

The canine lowered his paw to his excitement and gripped it. His eyes looked over every inch of every body that was on his screen.  The asses, the cocks, the tongues, he shut his eyes half way in thinking of his day in school. The gorilla, his body, just wondering what it looked like without clothes, if his bare ass was pressed straight against her-

A calm voice called for him. His eyes widened, his paw flew off his cock and grabbed his mouse as fast as he could to try and close all the tabs. His dad chuckled softly seeing his son squirm then blush as he knew he was caught. 

That night he got a gentle talk between him and his parents. Both his mom and dad told him what he saw and gave him “the talk”. They even ended off saying what he was doing was natural and if he wanted he could go back to doing “that” upstairs. By that point he was embarrassed and his erection was so far gone, it might as well be in another dimension. He took the night to go back to his room and think about everything. Everything he saw on the screen and everything his parents told him about. That night, he knew a few things for sure: he was gay for one; two, his parents were alright with him choosing that lifestyle choice; three, he had the hots for teachers; and four, someday, somehow, he would live his all time fantasy and do everything he saw on screen with a teacher. If elementary school just had small kinks, he couldn’t until he would jump straight into middle school.

Middle school was a new territory. It was only the years seven through eight but it was always nerve racking to jump to a new school. Most would agree simply because of the new environment but the canine remembered being scared because of the new punishments or new things they were allowed to do. Would the teachers be able to full on hump them now? Could the teachers shove their cocks down their throat? Could the teachers even “cum” now?

The pup got a taste of what he wanted those two years but it hadn’t hit its peak yet. Seventh grade was the last year for clothes. You had to lose them in the eighth grade. Seventh grade, a teacher could make you strip in front of the class and do humiliating tasks like giving the student a cock shaped lollipop and order them to stand before the class and suck it until it is gone. The lollipops were fairly large which meant they’d be standing in front of the class for hours sucking on a cock-pop. The pup didn’t get to see anything exciting seventh grade which was disappointing. The best he got was someone strapped to a bondage table naked with their ass up and their chest down. Ass towards the class as the teacher spanked him and even let the class spank him as they left. The pup was eager to leave middle school classes; they dumbed down the learning curve to catch up the stupid furs.
One evening, the pup had forgotten his science book in his locker and during his walk there, he passed by one of his class rooms.  He caught a glimpse of something strange at first but then did a second take. His skunk teacher was in the classroom sitting at his desk grading, his pants were off and at first the pup was confused why he would sit in class half naked. He went wide eyed as a paw came from somewhere under the desk and held onto his black and white thigh. The fur color was rare. The fur belonged to an off colored Lucario that was in one of his classes. 
His initial thought was “they can do that?” then he thought about it. That student was failing beyond belief. Putting two and two together, the canine decided to wait and see what the year looked like for him. Sure enough, the Lucario passed the seventh grade with decent scores on his report card. Sure it was a low C, near failing but for a student that did none of his work, he sure pulled it off, somehow… Just knowing he got through by sucking a dick at first infuriated him. After giving himself time to think, the pup felt jealous. Of course he wasn’t some flunking student who needed to suck a dick to get by but would it be so wrong if he could just ask a teacher if he could suck him off?

The following year took some getting used to. He was stark naked the entire time and took part in classes where he students could now get openly groped by the teacher if he so chose to. Students who were more than happy to get groped and rubbed in class also got fingered. The pup tilted his head the first time it happened. So casual, so natural, such a load of crap. The student obviously had met with the teacher other times because one does not simply enjoy a stranger shoving their finger up ones ass. The pup was now getting full on erections having to pain staking watch as his new Charzard teacher toyed with a submissive dark blue drake. 
Every day these two seemed to be on it. The Charzard grinning ear to ear as he spoke to the class as if he wasn’t doing a thing different at all. He’d be fingering the fellow classmate and making him moan as he rubbed his pleasure button though neither of them would ever cum, during class. The jackal had no doubt in his mind that they were having countless sessions in bathrooms, closets, or just behind locked doors. Just like other teachers would do. He would see every teacher, every teacher have some student lackey following their every move. Nuzzling the teachers ass, being lead at times by leash. It was sickening… but mostly because the pup was getting so jealous at all this fun and action. No one was coming to him asking him for all of this. The teachers never even chose him to do a “class example” and be fondled or prodded. 

At the end of the year the pup was near ready to explode on everyone. Chewing them out one by one with how gross and immoral and ass holes and… and…
A student, a fellow smarty like he was, noticed his looks and poked him. He’ll never forget what the gray raccoon said to him “Hey… I know you normally keep to yourself… people hear you mumbling a lot… but anyways, you always stare so angrily at the teachers and their student aids that I-…”
“A student what now?” The black furred canine replied quickly. The gray ‘coon with a purple bang over his face blinked at how fast and sudden of a response he got. “You know… Student aids… or student assistants. They follow the teacher around to be their aid. So most teachers have someone to play with that helps them grade papers or keep the classroom in check.”
This entire time… I just… never knew this entire time? How come no one just says that? How come no one said anything the entire two years!?
”Um… you’re mumbling again” the raccoon said with a slight blush of embarrassment “Look… no one said anything to you because you don’t come off as friendly. Get out there and stop putting yourself in a social corner. No one wants to talk to the mumbling work-a-holic… you should loosen up” The coon stood up and began to walk away. The jackal was near deep and thought after that but caught himself before he drifted to far into… himself
“W-wait!! Can… can I walk with you?” The pup lowered his ears and felt a bit embarrassed at having to ask something like this. He needed someone to chat with… if it will stop him mumbling to himself, he’ll do whatever it takes to be ready for high school. He will get to be a teacher’s aid and he’ll be damn sure to shine brighter than any student so he’ll get noticed.

That was the day he got his first friend… He was actually; a little more than happy to finally be able to tell his parents he had one… scratch that, he lied and made no big deal out of him having a friend over… like it was a natural and normal thing.

Why not me?

“This is the year?” a naked raccoon said with a light smile to his also naked jackal friend.
“This IS the year! I’m turning myself around like I sai-“
“No mumbling to yourself?” 
“Not a single mumble. That is out of my vocabulary. This is a new school, new environment, and new teachers. One of them will be bound to notice me.” Mark said with a slight smile. Mark the jackal. A sleek furred canine with a nice slim but muscled physique. The only clothing he bothered to wear was a golden necklace, anklets, and ear piercings. 
“Just remember, make yourself presentable, really put yourself out there and don’t stick yourself in a corner” 

The bus arrived, driven by a naked alligator. Mark hopped on leading the two in as they walked past other furs and sat near the back. The two could have spent the time talking, but much as others were on the bus, they were busy sniffing the air and taking in the musk of fellow students. Sweat, ass, feet, it was almost too much. The bus was filled with horny and riled up students before they even arrived to school. Mark’s mind pushed the thoughts of school and the smells together, thinking of all the feet of his possible teachers and their musk he’ll be smelling once they take him in as a student aid, or at least give him a taste of their body.

The first week of school was questionnaires and activities to see where their mind lies as students. The males and females both got tested separately then later together. Doing team work games with different genders, same genders, different to same builds, and for that week it was fun not to worry about class work. Mark spent his time competing to not only win but show off. 
At first when told to pick a partner, he chose Angelo, his friend raccoon with the purple bang over his face. After getting to choose their partner, the students got to do a three legged race, an obstacle course, and play tag football. The teachers and staff were all present even playing the game with them on the schools open football field.

Angelo and Mark had been pit up against an orange furred lion and a black panther during the tag football. The two planned out moves and how they were going to tackle this situation. At first they were serious, really not wanting to lose. 
Their first play had Mark in the front to try and block both the teachers while Angelo stood behind him, gazing down his spine, down the crack of his ass to his dangling balls as he waited for the football to be passed to him. The sight, tempting, but the game was at hand and they both knew they had to focus while the teachers were grinning ear to ear as if this was just a game they didn’t have to take serious. If that wasn’t how they felt, that sure as hell was how Mark took it. 

“Hike!” Mark kicked his foot back hard against the grass digging his claws in deep as he made the motion he threw the ball back under himself. The lion and panther looked as if they went into over drive; they already dashed past the wolf. Angelo shrieked as he caught a brown blur just before he was grabbed and picked up by the panther. The lion’s paws reached for the ‘coon but missed and the panther grinned “Guess that means 1 down” The lion merely laughed “also means I owe you a drink” He said laughing as they apparently made a bet of who would grab the little coon first.

“Actually…” Angelo spoke up. He mashed his paws together and made dirt begin to rain down on top of the panthers head.
“…It means we’re in the lead” Mark spoke up as he held up the foot ball from the score area. The teachers were dumb founded, quickly looking up at the clump of dirt Angelo had then looking down to the grass seeing the exact spot where Mark dug his foot into the ground and kicked back hard. A nice large clump was missing from the dirt; just enough to make it look like a brown blur would fly back towards Angelo. Mark hid the ball between his legs and never let go of it as he tossed the clump back then ran like the dickens.
Not only did the teachers begin to laugh aloud, but they spoke up to the other teachers and told them about their play. It was a good play, but now it would never work since now all the other teachers also knew the trick to look for. The rest of the game turned out in the friends favor, mostly because no one really cared about winning a few plays after the first. 
The teachers would get their turn, one standing in front of the two while the other was behind his rump. As they were getting ready to hike the ball, one of them would reach their head forward and lick the face of either Angelo or Mark to throw them off guard. The ball would be passed and someone would run to try and make a goal.
One point, Mark jumped and grabbed the lion tightly around the waist. His two paws of course were on him so the lion had to stop, but he’d keep running to toy with the jackal. His rump would rub against the jackal’s chest and his tail would curl around him and lightly hold him. Once the lion reached the goal, he would toss the ball down as if he scored a point then pick the jackal up and smile at seeing he was covered in the lions sweat from the heat and all the running he had done so far.
Other games were played against other teachers, but none of them seemed to stand out much like the lions did. Something about him was just exciting and made him blush deep down inside of himself. It was strange feeling, like when you are about to go on stage but you have butterflies, but when you actually are in the moment, you can’t help but smile and feel like you are on top of the world.

After that day, Angelo and Mark walked back home together “That lion… he’s all mine. I’ll have him for sure… I’m going to do sooooo much with hi-“
“Calm down dude, you two did look fond of one another but you shouldn’t hype yourself up to high”
“Or what? He’s totally going to be looking for me, and he’s for the freshman class! I’ll be with him for this whole year! I can actually keep coming back to him every year after that and I’ll be his teachers pet until I graduate! Maybe even after!”
“That’s what I’m trying to get you to see! You have to be in the school for four years. What if you start school and find out he already has an assistant?” The coon said with his ears lowered, fearing the worst response will come from the jackal.
“Alright… I see what you’re saying… but I’ll be in his class for a year. Even if he has an assistant, I’ll still be able to get some pleasure out of him! A whole year in a yiff crazed school? C’mon” He laughed and soon the coon joined in with a chuckle.
“I guess you’re right…” he lifted up his fist then pointed it towards Mark “… a bro-toast for good luck!” 
“Hehe, fine, a bro-fist for luck” he said lifting a fist of his own to make light contact with Angelo’s. They both laughed and made their way home talking about who the sexiest teachers were who they would like to play with.

On the last day of the week, the freshmen were told that they were the only ones to have school the first week. They had to see where they fit into sexual orientation wise. If they were straight, they went to one building, gay went to another building, and lesbians could go to the final building. They had classes suited for what dominant and submissive students and paired them to fitting rooms. 

It was no surprise Angelo and Mark were put to go to the submissive gay wing. The two could be dominant if they wanted to… but they didn’t test for what they were good at. Either way, they were more than glad to get ready for school the following week. 

Actual school finally started and Mark wasted no time getting ready and hopping on the bus to go to their first day of school.
It was different, very different to say the least. So many students, so many naked furs, so many popped boners and studs walking around. Mark didn’t want to blend in to the crowd, he didn’t want to be ignored, not for high school he was going to be a face everyone knew or at least heard of. Mark had to go on his own for a few of his classes. He gave a hug to his friend before walking away towards his first class.
First period had a white muscled wolf teaching biology and wildlife. He was interested in the talk but he was more interested at how chiseled he was. You could wash clothes on those washboard abs. He grinned and sighed noting to himself how he wouldn’t mind having some of him. The class wasn’t too eventful it was more introduction talk; what to expect and what they’d be doing over the course of the year. Once the bell rang, he left to continue onward on his class schedule.

Second period, the panther from tag football and Angelo was in this class. They sat by one another and with them being so close, the teacher was quick to spot the two “oh? You two again?” he said with a chuckle before doing a class head count and making sure everyone was counted for. The lesson went on, and then it ended just as quick. Third through sixth period were fairly boring and uneventful, no one even had a boner to look at while the teachers talked. Seventh period, the final class period was something else though. The lion was the teacher. He was the gym teacher. Mark figured that since the lion was the gym teacher that was why he laughed so hard when they scored a point on him in tag football.

The lion spotted Mark and even Angelo and welcomed the two. Mark looked around spotting the coon and laughed. He somehow blocked off everyone that wasn’t the lion. The lion didn’t start class of with a simple “this is what we’ll do” he tossed us a couple of dodge balls and told us to have at it for the day. Mark couldn’t help but feel this was the teachers plan at getting to watch dangling balls swing between the males legs while he himself got a thickened sheath and propped his feet up on a chair after he himself took a seat. He looks so hot just lounging there… I’d give anything to go to his feet and lick them clean. I don’t care what he stepped on or who else walked on this gyms floor. I want a taste so bad-
A ball whacked him dead on his forehead. Making him whirl in a circle before plopping onto his back. He was out of the game after the hit and he didn’t get to play again by the time the bell rang. With it being the last period they thought they could leave, but the school actually had a final period, just a period to do homework and finish it up before going home. The class groaned at having to stay at school longer when they wouldn’t be leaving, but the Jackal was more than happy to hear this. This meant if he did become his assistant. He would be spending a whole two hours with him at the end of the day. 

The final bell rang and the students dispersed. Angelo was lightly blushing and Mark was smiling happily “I can’t believe he’s at the end of the day! I can assist him all day if I get all my work done in all my classes!” he said with a giddy smile “I’m more qualified than anyone to be chosen by him!” Mark was talking up a storm right in Angelo’s ear. Angelo looked to have something to say but he didn’t. He instead just listened and blushed his entire way back home. 

**
It took a couple weeks for the teachers to get to know the students and start getting to get bolder with them. Mark was learning just what high school meant for sexual thrills first with the white wolf. A jaguar student merely showed up late and that awarded him to bend over, right in front of where the teacher would normally sit behind the desk, rest his chest on the desk then get the teachers nice fat cock slid right up his ass. The class was a bit wide eyed as the student flushed red and cried out as his hole was stretched. It wasn’t in pain or anger and it didn’t come off as anything rapey. Sure some could at least call it pseudo-rape but even then the fur was enjoying having a full cock in his ass. The wolf talked like nothing was different. He pumped into the jaguar slowly. Easing his cock in, then out of the nice tight rump. It clenched around his cock and begged for it not to go. Mark could tell because in between his lecture he would alert the class of such breath taking news. The jaguar had his mouth open and near constant murrs and moans coming from him. As the clock said merely ten minutes left, the wolf instantly picked up speed and pumped roughly into the feline. Claws raked against the desk as the jaguar attempted to brace himself from the teacher’s rough use of his ass. The muscled wolf only spoke lightly louder and rougher as he was forcing out his words through pants. The lecture somehow still on his mind as he bred the small feline in front of the class. The wolf informed the class on their homework before he snarled and thrusted forward hard. The jaguar went wide eyed and shrieked. At first the class was shocked at such a sound. Did getting came into hurt that much? It took a few of the non-canines to catch on about the knot canines possessed. It was hard to get into an already tight hole but no one had even thought about how big the teacher was, but the bell rang and no one got a chance to see what happened to the student.

Next class, Mark looked for Angelo but he wasn’t there. This was strange seeing as he wasn’t told at all why he wouldn’t be in class. Last Mark saw him; he was on the bus going to school this morning. Mark looked to the panther who was sitting at his desk. His paws holding sheets of paper as he read off of them. The students flicked their ears at the sound of light suckling being heard. Some student had already found their way between the teacher’s legs but from what Mark could tell, it wasn’t Angelo. From the color of its fur, it was a white tiger with black stripes. Mark could barely remember the furs name since he barely knew the guy but he was happy to be able to hear such fun actions playing beneath the desk. The strange part was trying to figure out when he came or if he even did. Some moments he would talk in a continuous sentence, barely even stopping for a breath and the tiger would gag swallow. The class thought that was his orgasm but other times the panther would lightly snarl or have a rougher tone to his voice that he quickly went away, but nothing was heard from the sucker besides… well more sucking and slurps. The pup realized he spent so much time thinking of the mystery orgasms that he wasn’t even writing notes or paying attention for that matter. Before he even knew it, the bell had apparently ringed and the class was starting to rise. Mark blushed and grabbed his things before rushing out the door, only giving a quick look back to the teacher to see him lowering a paw under the desk and tilting his head back with his eyes closed. A subtle “Aaah” being heard almost like a sigh of relief.

When fourth period came around, Mark was in shock. He of course saw his usual teacher, a pitch black dragon with a built body though not to muscled, but what shocked him was that attached to his desk was a leash that lead straight up to a collar tied around Angelo’s neck. When did all this happen!?!? He thought to himself. He even looked to Angelo and he merely blushed and stayed beside the teacher’s desk as the class started. The dragon gave an interesting talk about the book they have been reading and the hidden meanings each chapter had.
None of that really mattered to the jackal; he was looking at the raccoon with a bit of question in his eyes. “What do those two do together…? “ He thought to himself as he looked over the coon’s body for any signs to solve this mystery. He noticed his maw lightly wet as if he was licking his maw, but went overboard. Mark blinked then looked at the dragon, looking at his crotch, his rump, balls, anything that seemed like it would be moist. “But nothings moist… what the hell made his face so-“  he stopped as the teacher went back to his seat, propped his feet on his desk and showed off how slick with saliva they were. Near drenched and sopping wet with even more sweat over them. The walk in the class was only wiping off saliva so there would be more for the raccoon to clean up once again. 
He didn’t think the dragon was such a heavy sweater though. Mark could easily tell the room smelt a bit stronger as the weeks went by but to be dripping, actually dripping sweat to the point where it could pool on his desk, it didn’t seem natural. Angelo took note of the mess his feet were going to make left untended. He knelt before the desk and began to lick his desk clean then delve his face between the hot musky feet. His body quivered with each press of his cool tongue against the summer-pavement like heat coming from the dragon’s feet. Unlike the panther, the dragon was more than happy to let out his moans of enjoyment. His murrs of bliss with each lick of the raccoons smooth tongue. Not too long after, the dragon was getting a sizeable erection, but it wasn’t from the enjoyment of his feet. Mark was putting two and two together and he figured the teacher was more focused on finding others with a fetish like this and others seeing not only the kinky foot worship but the pleasure the dragon received would bring someone out of hiding. One lithe bear lowered his paw to his groin and began to stroke himself; trying to hide it but such temptations were getting the best of him. The teacher grinned, seizing his opportunity. He beckoned the boy over, got him to fall to his knees and take the dragons length into his maw. Happily sucking the thick meat into his maw then into his throat before gagging as he realized just how large his teacher was. The bell rang for lunch but those three were fit on not leaving that spot, at least for now, so Mark was going to be eating lunch alone this time.

Each following class had near the same actions. Fifth period had a beefy older bear that apparently always played with his earlier students than got a bit tired during the period he was currently in. It sort of sucked not being able to see an older teacher get a bit kinky but Mark felt in time there would be days he didn’t get his rocks off soon enough. Sixth period… was shocking to say the least. The Naga teacher in the class had two cocks which was a different site for the canine but he didn’t just get erect like most would, he was able to hide them away inside his slit and let them shoot out like missiles already ready to pound and use. He knew a few students who looked at him with lust. He would purposely slither between all the desks. He was silently playing duck duck goose. He looked nice and peaceful sliding around every person, but the one moment he felt like scaring the crap out of someone, he would slither grab a student, pull them out into the aisle, coil around them, and normally thrust both of his cocks into their ass hole while they squirmed within his grasp unable to move or fight it. The struggle would be brief. A few thrashings and a yip from the student before he was squeezed tight enough to knock the air out of him. Soon squeezed tight enough to make them stop resisting. He would just hold the student, making his cocks move in and out of their ass while they moaned and murred like someone who was hypnotized. Someone forced into pleasure and unable to move or control their own body… it was different.

Seventh period… Mark always had an erection as he went to the class, but most students did. The teacher always made it his effort to get not only himself sweaty but everyone else sweaty and by the end of the day, the gym reeked of manly musk. The smell of a work out, hard working males, Mark believed this scent could turn anyone gay.
The teacher also liked to choose a student, at random, to do something for him while the others played the sport he desired. Today it was basket ball. The teacher was sweaty from head to toe and dripping profusely. He tossed a ball into the air over the crowd of students. It was coming Marks direction and he lifted his paws to go for it, but some taller house cat grabbed it before he could. The lion smirked and called whoever caught the ball over. Everyone else had to play basketball. Mark could breathe fire with how much rage he had for that house cat. 
Basketball, sucked. If he wasn’t running up and down the court to only not get the ball, he was looking back at the teacher to see what he had planned. It took a little bit for the lion to get his story across. The house cat soon after laid down on his back. The lion grinned before putting his feet right, right beside both sides of his head. He was still facing the students so we could see his front as he slowly squat down, spread his knee caps, and rest his sweat, hair ass right above the felines face, his balls though flopped right on top of his face and moistened the fur. Mark’s boner never got harder than right at that moment. A face sitting, sweaty lion getting his musky nethers licked and groomed with another’s tongue? He wondered how it smelt… how it tasted… He imagined it smelled rank. The feet so close to his face probably smelt of the black dragon's class room, where no doubt Angelo was currently servicing him.  The rump probably smelt horrible, just like in his sixth grade class. How a lioness he once shared a classroom with was sat on by a gorilla. It probably smelt even worse than anything that girl could have ever imagined. He wanted it so badly…. That experience with the teacher. He didn’t care what he did while on top of him, he could tea bag him like in Halo multiplayer matches and he’d cum from the sheer contact of the lions balls on his bare face. 

Basketball was nothing to Mark. Once the bell rang he was more than happy to stop. He wanted to just watch the lion; he wanted so badly to be asked to do something for him. Students normally didn’t just walk up and ask for it. Teachers asking others to do it just were the way things were.  He thought he shouldn’t let that stop him, that he should just go out there and ask… but what would be different from just going out in the street and asking anyone if they want a blow job? To eat out their ass? He might as well go home and get his dad to do it because he’d be just as much of a failure regardless. He bit his lower lip and stayed quiet. He would wait. The chances of him being called at some point, at any given time during the year, had to be great. I had to be in his favor. The day when it happened, he would be more than ready for it.

**

The school was just as it offered. It was a school that taught all and opened them up to yiff. Their town accepted it they had to be ready for it. Hell, every month they would have at least 2 days to stop classes and talk about sex. All the yes and no’s of sexual intercourse though mostly it was so the teacher could try out a student they haven’t used before. 

It was already close to midterm. I’ve seen so much sex. I’ve beat off to so many things that I’ve seen and encountered. Some kinks I’ve seen, some I’ve never heard of. I waited so… long. I even got to the point of tallying how many times people get used. Maybe the teachers were forgetting to evenly spread out playing with students and doing some more than others. It was true they did fuck some as favorites such as the black dragon and Angelo. Those are acceptable since Angelo is the teacher’s assistant, but… the tally’s look near even all the way across the board. Sometimes furs don’t get yiffed due to illnesses… or due to them actually taking the time out of their day to ask they don’t get chosen for certain things. I… I don’t get it… I had all the opportunity to get chosen… I even… I even purposely put myself in trouble just for some attention… 

During gym, Mark was starting to get agitated due to him realizing just how little he has ever been chosen. He was playing football. The sport closely related to what he first did with the lion. He was going to play the quarter back and his class mates were getting to be his team. Some student was currently between the teachers legs on the benches sucking on his balls. 
The nerve, the fucking nerve… What can he do that I can’t? I’m still a virgin. I mean, I am STILL a virgin. No one I know is a virgin anymore… Every teacher-

“Mark! Focus!” Mark shook his head hearing his teammates call out to him, wanting him to finally call the game to start. He growled looking to the fur between the lions legs “HIKE!!!” With all his might, the through the football nowhere near his team, or even towards either of the goals, he shot it straight at the back of the students head giving the teacher’s balls a suck. The student yelped between his legs and even bit down, not hard to cause any permanent damage but he was previously whirling a testicle in his mouth when it hit and he pressed down hard on a ball. The student pulled off just as paws came crashing between his legs to cup them. The teacher shakily began to try and stand. A deep growl coming from his throat as he stood up and looked around the field like a feral animal. 

Any student, any student would have shit themselves, pleaded, or at least run for their life. Mark was waiting for it. His eyes were tearing up in anticipation for something, SOMETHING. Do it, do it you furry mother fucker. The teacher growled then roared at the child between his legs to go back to the field before roaring at Mark to follow him back to the office. The lions first few steps were limps while hunched but he tried his hardest to compose himself and look like he wasn’t in pain while Mark followed.

This is it, he’ll hurt me, he might rut me raw, there might even be blood since I’m still a virgin… but he deserves it, everyone deserves a swift one to the balls for ignoring me… half a school year… 

 The lion took him into the office. Right when Mark walked past the door the lion SLAMMED it shut right behind him. The lion took a deep breath then roared right at Marks face. He winced and closed his eyes for the initial blast of the roar but slowly his eyes opened and glared at the teacher only growling back down at him with an equal menacing growl.
“What the hell are you waiting for!?” Mark yelled at him, the lion flicked an ear in a bit of confusion “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m waiting for you to shove something somewhere! What student gets away with hitting a teacher straight in the nuts on purpose? So go ahead! Shove me against the wall! Force my legs up! Force me to the floor! Anything! God dammit! You could punch me by this point and it would at least be something more than what you’ve done so far!”
The teacher… was surprised? The anger… the pain.... it vanished like a bad dream... “What…. WHAT!? What are you doing? Hit me! Bite me! Scrat-… atch me!... sh-shove me… f-fuck... me...” Mark was crying now. He lowered his head to face the ground as he began to truly sob before the man he worshipped daily. Would throw his life away for. “Why don’t… why don’t…. why don’t you want to use me!? What were those looks from tag foot ball! All those classes you watched me! You took every chance at me! But you passed up every chance! You left me high and dry for some fucking! Stupid! Uncarrying! Dumbass! Students!!” His eyes were red but he suddenly felt the soft touch of the lions paw against his cheek. 
Mark growled and shoved the lion as hard as he could, actually manage to make him have to catch himself by adjusting his feet. “Don’t… don’t touch me…” the lion huffed… he was sad. He reached behind the sleek black furred Jackal. Mark was ready to shove off the lion once more before he heard the lock of the door behind him. The lion’s right elbow smacked against the door right beside the pups head. His right palm pressed to the door as well as a fist while his left paw grabbed Mark around his waist and pulled him close as he pressed his maw forward and kissed him. 
Mark went wide eyed, so many loud noises, so many spilt emotions… the jackal pressed himself to the lions chest and rested his paws against him. It was the first touch from any teacher. No teacher bothered more than a handshake to the canine. To feel this powerful male around him, to feel his strength right against his body… he would give anything to keep this moment forever. His tongue rolled over marks and spread the taste of his maw within his own. The pup even began to lightly suckle on the lions tongue while his own pressed and slid against the lions.

The lion pulled back first, raising his head so the pup couldn’t follow it. Mark couldn’t say a thing. He was confused, stunned by the lip locked kiss. The lion let out a purr and his tail began to sway a bit faster “I’ve waited so long to do that…” The lion lowered his ears knowing he couldn’t say anything in response. He had to tell the pup something so he’d understand why no one has made advances on him.
“I… I don’t… I don’t understand… I’m so confused” Mark said pressing his face straight to the lion’s chest. 
“I know… I know… I … I didn’t make advances on you… no one made advances on you… because someone… important… called dibbs, well… claimed you for themselves” Mark’s ears perked and his eyes went wide “No one is allowed to touch you. The moment they find out you’ve had your sexual urges fulfilled… the teacher severally pays for it. Even now, I’m sure I’m going to regret this by tomorrow” The pup lowered his ears and looked up in pure confusion. Nothing made sense, who could claim someone.
“I’m… I’m claimed?”
“Yes. Someone wants you all to themselves. I can’t say more than that. Just… just go, alright? Leave school early” He pat the pup on the rump to shoo him off. The pup unlocked the door than walked out. He looked around, every corner, every crevice to find anyone. He folded his arms and began to walk out of the schools back exit. His ears were low and his head was even tilted down. His tail between his legs as he looked around, paranoid at who was possibly watching him. This whole time, he was some toy someone has been keeping an eye on. He looked up… and noticed a camera facing him. Nothing new about that, but what he just started to notice, was the small camera inside of the outer bulb used to protect it and mostly protect others from seeing inside form far away. Up close, the pup could see the camera moving with his every move, following him. He yelled for a moment before running out of school. He ran out of school grounds and simply ran forward; he never stopped and even started to cry in confusion. He didn’t know if he was sad, angry, but he knew for a fact he was confused… and scared for who it was that claimed him since the first day of school.