The Birth of Hyperion Academy
Chapter 1
 
Move-in day coincided with Parker’s 18th birthday. His golden fur seemed to sparkle in the sunlight like a tween fantasy novel love interest. He was youthful. Despite his adult age, hardly anyone could tell at a first glance. Throughout his high school life, he saw his friends develop and change while he was left behind. His doctors, teachers, and parents all told him it would happen one day but here he was, years after all their assurances, same as always aside from becoming slightly taller and lankier than his than the day he walked into ninth grade.
 
The retriever’s eyes scanned his body up and down in the mirror like little elevators. His fluffy, puffy custard-yellow coat, lighter in the chest and stomach, belied his thin, fragile figure. A happy trail of darker fur connected his navel to his sheath, where barely-descended taut nuts hugged tightly to his crotch. He gave them a squeeze and sighed.
 
“It’s almost time to go, Parker!”
 
His mother called from downstairs. They were waiting for him to come down and start loading up the car. With a sharp intake of breath and his chest puffed out, the youthful canine’s foot-claws clacked on the stairs as he descended. He turned the corner and was greeted with
 
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
 
Mom and Dad’s voices rang out deafeningly loud for 5 AM. Normally this would be when a parent might follow up with something like “Our little pup is all grown up!”, but it was clear that Parker had not. Mentally, there was nothing separating him from the usual mix of insecurity and overconfidence that came along with a fresh entry into adulthood. Physically, his inexperience in life blared itself out to the world. Instead, they simply wrapped their arms around him as trails of streamers and confetti rained all over the three-piece family unit, trapping him on either side, and exclaimed with tears in their eyes:
 
“We’re so proud of you!”
 
They had every right to be. Their pup had endured plenty of hardships. Once the other folks around him started to notice something different about him, things started to fall apart. He was the only one around whose appearance didn’t change very much once high school rolled around. It was basically a given that as everyone around him started forming their own little packs and pecking orders, he would be left in the dust. 

Pheromones and scent ruled the canine world. When you didn’t have any unique mark to call your own, you tended to become mere fodder for those at the top. These thoughts rested in all of their minds, their embrace giving an unspoken gratitude that despite all his difficulties, Parker had still made it.
 
As the family’s awareness drifted back from the hardships of the past, Parker’s mom gave him a pat on the head and a quick grope on the rear, squeezing her son’s tight butt. As he got older, she made sure to be extra-affectionate with him to make up for his romantic life. He didn’t mind.
 	
Before they could continue with their own small celebration before he finally moved on to bigger and better things, there was a buzz from Parker’s phone over on the table. He picked it up and noticed a new message on the lock screen:
 
“Urine trouble now. You can’t just head out without seeing me, slut. Get over here. <3”
 
Attached to the message was a top-down photograph of an unsheathed ruby-red cock, its long, slightly thin shaft suddenly giving way up to a softball-sized knot three times as thick. Underneath the member, there sat a toilet, slightly used with the water tinged a soft lemonade-yellow. Taped to the upturned toilet seat was a dampened print of Parker’s 12th-grade school picture.
 
Parker’s ears drooped backward in submission, but despite that, a flush of heat trickled down towards his crotch and his sheath stiffened slightly. He stammered to his parents, facing away so as to not show his embarrassment.
 
“I-I gotta go for a little while. Jax wants to say goodbye.”
 
His mom and dad looked at each other for a brief moment, silently nodding. They understood how important it was for a boy like Parker to keep social.
 
“Sure thing, Park!” His dad spoke up. “Just be back in a few hours, we need to be on the road before too long.” He brought his son into one last close embrace, burying Parker’s head into his furry chest with one arm and cupping his tight package with the other. The affection wasn’t limited to just Mom and Parker appreciated that. The pup quickly thanked and then bid farewell to his family as he hopped out the door and started walking down the street he had known all his life. He took a deep breath of fresh home air before heading out.
 
The road to Jax’s place was a two-block walk that Parker had made hundreds of times in his life. Every passing property felt like an entirely different world. He had a keen sense of every scent around: the pleasant lightness of his next door neighbor; the dark muskiness of the wolf pack down the street; the ever-mingling and evolving world of olfactory wonders of the high school where he spent the last 4 years of his life. 

Just down past the school was a humble bungalow. Parker’s nose twitched subtly, subconsciously attuning to the familiar scent before he even left the school grounds. He sidled up to the entranceway of Jax’s house. Just as he was about to rap his paw at the door, it creaked open. A tall, wide set grey and black Great Dane stared back. Without much of a change in his bored expression he tightly gripped Parker by the scruff, yanked him inside, and shut the door behind him in one swift motion.
 
Jax dragged Parker into the familiar musky bathroom. The pup saw his own face plastered on the raised toilet seat and knew the drill by now. He let himself go limp and Jax firmly shoved his snout right into the pale yellow water filling the eggshell white porcelain bowl.
 
“Just like old times?” his old friend teased. Parker could only respond with a gurgle. Jax stood up straight and let go of Parker’s neck, who braced his hands against the rim of the toilet bowl to stop his whole head from submerging. Jax gripped onto his exposed, already-hard cock, and started a stream of his own that landed on the top of the retriever’s head, then trickled down his ears and neck. The water’s lemon-yellow hue darkened as Jax’s murky stream mingled with the clearer liquid inside. He let out a rumbling, breathy sigh of relief that slowly gave way to a comfortable, quiet trickle of liquid onto Parker’s fur for the next minute. Parker had known Jax long enough to learn that a quiet obedience was the best way forward.
 
“Off to college, eh?” the great Dane started as he shook the last few beads of piss off his member. “Think you’re gonna go up to the city and come back bigger and badder than your townie friends?” 

Parker whimpered and his ears drooped even more. Jax teased him so much that he couldn’t really tell how serious he was when he said these things. Somewhere deep in his psyche he wished so badly he had the willpower or strength to fight back or tell him to fuck off, but no matter how deeply he searched himself, he couldn’t find it. There was a small part of him that enjoyed it, so he knew it was best for him to play along and get out of it what he could. Jax flushed the toilet as if his friend’s face wasn’t even there, and Parker jumped out of the toilet bowl from the cold, rushing water. Before lifting his head back up, he instinctively licked the rim of the bowl where the last few droplets always fall, knowing it was far preferable to any punishment Jax could dish out if he refused even a drop.
 
“I’m gonna be pissed if you come back at Christmas and you smell like anyone I don’t know. You got that?”
 
As always, it was impossible to tell if he was being playfully dominant or deadly serious. It was probably both. He was a dog of few words, grabbing Parker by the scruff once more. He dragged him outside, carelessly tossed him onto the sidewalk, turned back inside, and half-slammed the door shut. He winked at his submissive friend from the transparent window in the center of the door.
 
There was still plenty of time to kill before he had to be back at his house to pack up the car, so Parker opted to stroll around the high school one last time and reminisce. The combined scent of hundreds of different pubescent pups flooded his memories with a photo album of his adolescence.
 
He remembered the moment Jax came to his rescue, pushing away a small pack of seniors and intimidating them with his threatening size. He remembered clinging to the great Dane that stood up for him. He remembered Jax pledging to protect him in exchange for unyielding submission. He was drawn to that power with some mixture of admiration and jealousy.
 
Following his drifting thoughts, Parker didn’t notice he had wandered into the alley behind the school until he reached a dead end. He shook head, and just as he made a quick 180, his nostrils filled with the pungent odor of unknown origin. His snout hit the chest of a German Shepherd who smirked ominously and quickly shoved him onto the cement. As Parker fell back and broke his fall at the last second, he saw three others of the same breed standing in a line, slightly behind who must have been the leader of this small pack.
 
He opened his mouth to protest, but it was met only with a stream of piss, causing nothing but a gurgle to come out. The leader started marking him the moment he hit the ground, and the others quickly moved to surround him. One took a footpaw to his forehead and roughly shoved him down until the back of his head smacked the pavement. The other three started their own streams, each one focusing on a different part of Parker’s body. Flat on his back, four piss streams criss-crossed, landing on his face, crotch, and chest as coarse black pawpads pressed into his forehead.
 
“Hey, hey!” the leader snapped. “No crossing the streams!” The four brown-and-black furred dogs cackled like hyenas, joking amongst themselves and generally treating Parker like he wasn’t even there. Without Jax around to protect him, the poor, nubile golden was helpless. Above the loud splashing sounds of the four streams hitting his body and the cement around him, he heard the pack jeer and tease.
 
“Ha! Look at this fuckin’ worthless kid.” The leader shook his flaccid sheath, dying Parker’s face and neck a slightly darker sheen of yellow.

“What’d they say at grad? That he’s goin’ off to college?” Replied his friend, standing over his head and marking Parker’s sheath.
 
“Like he’ll be treated any differently! He’s gonna get eaten alive up there.” The one on the right kicked him over and held a footpaw against the back of his head, forcing him face-down into the widening puddle underneath. All four of them finished their business on his tight, exposed butt. The leader gave him one more punt in the ribs for good measure and the pack of four left as quickly as they came, howling with laughter.
 
Those few intense, degrading minutes were about what Parker came to expect from the other seniors in his freshman years before Jax came along. It was humiliating as always, but much to Parker’s surprise he felt a fleeting sense of...nostalgia?
 
Whatever it was, it faded quickly as he remembered his embarrassing position in an alley behind the school, baking in a pisspuddle in the hot August sun that slowly steamed upward and invaded his nostrils. The combined scent of the pack was overwhelming and could be picked up from halfway down the block. Any other sub would kill to be in a position like that, but something in him told him it didn’t feel quite right. He would much rather have been one of the ones standing over some other eager pup. His youthful body with very little natural scent sadly prevented him from doing so and he knew it. 

He promptly got up and made his way home, hiding his face to avoid eye contact with anyone who might recognize him and notice his drenched fur and heavy scent.  The dry heat evaporated the wetness from his body, but any dog with a sense of smell could make out the five distinct scents that lingered. 

The moment he walked in the door, his parents came running, and with a quick sniff, were able to detect exactly what he had gotten up to. There was no sense in trying to hide it. They chuckled.
 
“Hmm...” his mom started. “I’m glad you were able to have a bit of fun before we left! Did you have a good time?”
 
“Y-yeah…” Parker replied, forcing a smile. “It was great!” It wouldn’t be worth it to get into an argument with them on this important day. To them and everyone around him, he was a sub. A bitch. Saying he wasn’t grateful for his position wouldn’t be worth the effort.
 
“Okay, well you know what we have to do now, right?” his dad started.
 
Parker rolled his eyes and got on his knees. “Yeah...I know...”
 
His parents both took a grip on their respective junk and sprayed him head to toe with the family scent to wash away the rest. It was the closest he had to a scent of his own and there was no way he’d show up at a new school smelling like someone else. It was necessary, he thought—without a scent of his own, how else would anybody know who he was?
 
They loaded the car up with various boxes that held his favorite things, a handful of rolled-up posters, and garbage bags filled with clothing. The car ride was mostly uneventful. His parents made small talk while he played a few games and mindlessly scrolled around on his phone. Once in a while, one of them would crank their neck backward to talk with him. He would answer briefly but was trapped in his own anxieties and insecurities about this huge step he was about to take in his life. After a few hours of driving through all manner of suburban streets, side-roads, and highways, they finally saw signs for the school. Parker pressed his snout up against the window and took in the sights as his parents fumbled with a confusing campus map, eventually finding his residence.
 
All manner of old-looking stone buildings peppered the narrow streets. Small pods of two, three, or four young dogs walked together holding bookbags in one hand and clear plastic cups containing some sweet, brown, probably caffeinated beverage with a dollop of whipped cream and drizzled caramel swirls on top. A group of girls ran around throwing small, filled balloons at each other with wet, nipple-revealing white t-shirts. Across the quad, a pair of jocks looked onward with barely-hidden tents on the front of their shorts. It looked just like all the advertisements. Strung up around the entrance was a banner with a rainbow of letters:
 
WELCOME TO THE HOME OF THE GOLDEN RETRIEVERS, 100th FROSH!
 
They pulled up to the front of his building, a burly, but friendly and eager St. Bernard knocked at the passenger-side window. Parker’s dad lowered the window.
 
The loose-jowled St. Bernard half-yelled so he could be heard around the din of the ongoing quad party.
 
“HEY! New guy?” He pointed to Parker in the back seat, who was trying to hide away from all of the noise.
 
“Yep!” His dad replied. “He’s right there! Hey Parker, come out and say hi!”
 
Before he could answer, the St. Bernard opened the car door.
 
“Nice to meet you, bud! Name’s Nick, an—OH!”
 
Nick scanned Parker’s body and quickly came to a revelation.  He grinned from ear to ear and his tail wagged wildly.
 
“You’re goldens!”
 
Parker turned upward and couldn’t help but smile back. He’d never seen someone so friendly and bombastic.
 
“Y-yeah!”

“Let me help you get your stuff in so we can get you into orientation!”
 
Over the next hour, Nick happily assisted the family of goldens in moving all their boxes and bags into Parker’s new dorm. His parents choked back tears as they embrace their son one last time, then drive off back home.
 
“Alright, Parky.” Nick was practically hopping up and down in excitement. “We gotta get you to the quad! Join the party!”
 
Parker was honestly bewildered that nobody seemed to notice or care about his physical appearance and his tail started wagging wildly. As he and his new friend reached the quad he could get close up with the water balloon action he saw earlier. Suddenly, he was pelted right in the face, and a balloon smushed and distorted over his face. As it burst, the liquid cascaded over his body. He noticed a familiar stale and musky scent. It wasn’t water.
 
Nick called out to him as he was frozen in place. “Come on, Parky! Keep up!”
 
He shook his body to dry himself off, grabbed a balloon of his own, and threw it at Nick. It burst open over his chest and rippled down his loose skinfolds. Parker watched in what felt like slow motion as Nick took aim. He saw Nick’s body tense up, his skin tightening to reveal a layer of thick muscle that normally stayed obscured. He was caught off-guard, slack-jawed at precisely right moment for the small balloon he was ignoring to hit his snout, burst open, and shoot piss into his mouth. He spat it out and laughed playfully.

They went back and forth, trying to snipe each other from a distance, teaming up on other pairs, and participating in a free-for-all battle royale finale. Everyone was soaked. Their scents intermingled to the point where no particular dog’s smell could be distinguished. 

The intense mixture of pheromonal scents was overwhelming and it quickly stirred them into a hormonal frenzy. Nick grabbed Parker in the rough, loving way only Jax had done before and swiftly planted the Retriever’s tight ass onto his now-firm cock. The wetness around them made for a good enough lube when it mixed in with Nick’s pre, and he speared himself into Parker without much resistance in front of everybody. Parker felt a wave of embarrassed heat rush over his body. Was history repeating itself?
 
The crowd was initially shocked, but after a few seconds of silence, they erupted into roaring applause to Nick roughly, gleefully plumbing the depths of his new friend’s body. Some continued to cheer them on, while others grabbed partners of their own and followed suit. The fun game quickly transformed into a raucous orgy right before Parker’s eyes as he was held in the air and bounced against Nick’s thick knot. 

The scene that unfolded before him was unlike anything he’d seen before. At least in his hometown, they kept it indoors and in alleys beside the school! Here it was just out in the open, for anyone to see or join in, and nobody seemed to be bothered. As that thought crossed his mind, his own puppycock stiffened and twitched.

As Nick sped up his bouncing, Parker’s ass gradually gave way. Nick forced himself in roughly one final time as he thrust forward. It pushed in, imperceptibly slowly but with immense pressure. Flesh sunk into flesh one millimeter at a time. Nick finally made its way past the thickest part of his cock and slammed into him, burying the full knot of a St. Bernard into the surprisingly stretchy retriever’s ass. For once, Parker felt grateful that he’d had plenty of prior experience as his ass suctioned the 3-inch thick ball of cockmeat inside, closing around the base.
 
The knot stayed tied for a good 30 minutes as Nick spurt shot after shot of watery dog cum deep into Parker’s body. Parker merely hung there, suspended, as his partner laid down and used him for a cockwarmer.
 
Parker felt the knot slowly deflate as he stroked his own cock to the orgy in front of him, ever-growing as new students arrived by the dozen. The whole group was getting frisky with each other, knotting and marking in pairs and small groups that seemed to change every time he blinked.
 
“Alright...”
 
He heard a rumbling voice at his ear, followed by a sudden feeling of expansion in his stomach. It was one familiar to him after so much time spent this way back home. His abdomen pooched out slightly as Nick let that impossibly pleasurable post-orgasm piss flow freely into Parker’s waiting body like it was an extension of his own. Parker braced himself with both hands on the grass as the immense pressure and heat kept growing. It crossed that point of no return as he shot out a hands-free orgasm out onto the grass. Without warning and seemingly out of his own control, a fresh load of piss soon followed. His face turned red with intense relief as he grew the puddle of body fluids underneath him.

Pairing nicely with the wet and sexy events happening right in front of him, it was one of the biggest orgasms he’d had up to that point and he doubled over, exhausted. He slid off of Nick’s shrinking cock with a sticky schlorp, hitting the ground with a splat and splashed his belly into the small pisspuddle underneath him. The mixture of fluids injected into him poured out of his well-used ass as his abdomen deflated back to a normal size.
 
Nick reached a big paw over and hugged Parker close. “Have a good time?”
 
Parker couldn’t answer, huffing and puffing in exhaustion.
 
“I’ll take that as a yes,” continued Nick. “How about we calm down by taking a tour around the campus? Just a nice, easy walk.”
 
Parker slowly regained his breath. “That sounds great, Nick.”
 
The two dogs got up off the grass, wiped their paws on their thighs, and went into the heart of the campus together. Parker was pulled into the crook of his new friend’s arm, nervously glancing at his surroundings as the continuing orgy disappeared behind them.