Humiliation #2

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"Here we are, honey."

"Thanks Mum." Wolfy pushed open the car door and slipped out of it with his gym bag in tow. He stood outside a low-hanging building with a small overhang at the front, and a pair of sleek, sliding doors. It was the local Football pitch, complete with indoor changing rooms. He came here every Saturday for Football practice, and his mother always dropped him off. It had been raining heavily overnight, and the grass was incredibly muddy, but that didn't bother him one bit. He actually liked it.

"Have a good day honey. Remember that Richard's mother is taking you home." His mother beamed from the driver's seat, and Wolfy waved in response with a small smile. He made his way towards the door as he heard the car pulling away, heading off back down the road.

Slowly, the half-wolf, half-husky brushed back his grey fur and smoothed himself over. He was nervous. He had gone into puberty a couple of months ago, and since then, life had been nothing but hell; he was getting random erections all over the place that made him feel utterly humiliated. Not only that, but his puberty had sparked a change in his fur. What was one brilliant blue hues that become a dull grey, though the colour still remained in the tips of his ears and tail. It was confusing and he wished it could turn back, but he had a feeling it was there to stay.

The pup adjusted his T-Shirt and made sure his shorts were firmly on his person, before he wandered towards the building. His football practice was the one thing he often dreaded since his new body changes: being around squirming, writhing boys who were changing, often into the nude, in front of him, sparked all manner of horrible erections that he could never seem to handle. He was sure some of the other boys had been through it at his age, but he didn't recall anyone having it as bad as he did.

He spoke briefly to the woman at the counter, who knew him on a first-name basis. She was nice, and often quite sympathetic to some of his plights. He wasn't the best football player, but she grew fond of him when she realised the little puppy's determination to get better. He gave her a wave of farewell as he slipped into the boy's changing room.

The practice would begin in 10 minutes. All of the cubs expected to take part in the practice, or wish to, had to be on the pitch at the right time, else they weren't allowed to take part. 10 minutes was, thankfully, enough time to get changed. He placed his bag on the bench as he slipped in between two relatively tall felines, unzipping his bag.

He rummaged through the contents. Typically, one days like this, he liked to wear a pretty standard blue T-Shirt with matching shorts. It made for good colours, even if they often blended in with his old fur. Now, they stood out, but he think they still suited. As he rummaged, he felt something silky and soft against his fingertips. He paused for a moment, snapping his gaze to the felines to his left and right. Neither of them were paying attention, so slowly, he brung the silky object to the top of the bag.

He froze, and his eyes widened when he centered his gaze on the thing in his grip. His mother must have packed his gym bag at the same time he was doing his sister's own gear, because in his hands was a pair of his sister's frilly panties. They were gentle to the touch, make of a soft fabric that slid across the fabric with a rather alarming amount of comfort. The front had a picture of a cute, white kitten. He gulped, slowly.

Before anyone could notice, he pushed them deeper into his bag and stood there for a moment as he tried to figure out the best course of action. He couldn't just wear them, but at the same time, he wasn't wearing any underwear under his own clothes, since he knew he had to change anyway. He shifted from foot to foot and glanced up. Thankfully, the felines were moving out towards the pitch now, which gave him ample room to change without anyone noticing.

Slowly, Wolfy slipped his shorts past his hips to reveal his bare rump, and quickly put on the panties moments later. His eyes were fleeting and darting, looking left and right as he tried to make sure that no-one could see him. He scrabbled for his blue shorts and tugged them on as quickly as he can. His senses were kicking in and the humiliation was making him hot and bothered. Before he could stop himself, he began tenting in his own underwear, or rather, his sister's underwear. He squirmed on the spot for a moment, begging silently to himself for him to go soft. But his body betrayed him, and in a matter of moments, a stunning erection was pressing right against his shorts, pushing and forming a particularly firm, visible bulge.

The young pup whined to himself as he pulled his sports top over his head, hoping that walking out of the room might stop him from having a boner. He changed into his sports socks that ran up right to his knees, and then tugged on his trainers.

"Come on, stay down..." Wolfy pressed down against his erection, but it only made the feeling worse. His little prick pulsed against his forceful palm and he shuddered on the spot, glad that no-one could see him. He paused and frowned. In fact, no-one was in the changing rooms at all. He must be late!

He'd have to deal with it, for now. The little pup quickly made his way out onto the pitch, jogging at a particularly brisk pace as he made his way towards the rest of the kids standing on the pitch. They were all in a line as the coach spoke to him. He jogged up and stood right by one of the felines he'd seen in the changing room. The taller anthro gave him a brief look-over and his eyes lingered on the hybrid's obvious bulge. He didn't say a word about it, and Wolfy stood there, his cheeks bright red. He knew it looked bad.

"Firstly, you're going to do laps around the pitch. 10, to be exact. Then, y-" The coach began, but paused when his eyes focused on Wolfy. His eyes flicked down to the pup's bulge, and the poor kid's cheeks grew redder and redder. The rest of the line craned to see why the coached paused, and before long, the entire class could see his package. He heard murmuring and chuckling, and Wolfy trembled on the spot. His blue-tipped tail quivered. This was humiliating.

"Uh," The coach continued. "10 laps. Go."

The coach briskly clapped his hands, and the kids set off at a leisurely jog. Wolfy followed along behind the other cubs and as they started to move around the pitch at a slow jog. Wolfy was never very good at exercise, but he often tried his best. Most of the time, however, he ended up near the back of the line at the end.

After a lap, he could hear the grunting and huffing of someone behind him, and after a moment, someone came up to jog next to him, starting to overtake him. He glanced up at him: it was, unsurprisingly, the same Feline from before. He seemed to be cropping up all over the place.

"Nice boner, loser." The feline snickered, and Wolfy felt the colour rise to his face at the comment. He lowered his gaze, noticing his bulge was still prominent, despite jogging about so much. He'd read up online that walking would often make an erection die down, but he seemed to be different.

To make matters worse, the children's parents often came to see them play after their initial warm-up. Wolfy could see the stands filling with various parents of shapes, sizes, and species. He could see some of the murmuring already: had they noticed him already? He quickly averted his gaze as he felt the humiliation grow and grow inside him. He hoped they hadn't.

The laps were over, and he heard the whistle call that signaled them all to round up. Once they had, the coach assigned them to teams. Wolfy was placed amongst the various other kids. He knew a few of them, but not terribly well: but still, he felt better knowing he was on the opposite team to the Feline bully.

With that, they spread out. Wolfy decided to move to the back to keep out of sight, the furthest away from the stands in the hopes that no-one might him nursing his erection in an effort to get it to dissipate. The pressure inside his groin had been building since he had left the changing rooms, and he hated it.

Unfortunately, his time to himself didn't last long. Before long, the ball was coming straight at him, held in control by a lean Hyena that was making sure to try and get past anyone in his way. Wolfy darted to the left and right, and for a moment, the Hyena slowed and snorted, noticing the other cub's erection. Wolfy's face flushed a hot red, and he charged forwards.

He surprised himself. His footwork was excellent and he darted the ball from the opposing player with skill he never thought possible. A look of utter surprise and delight spread across his face before he sprinted down the pitch, kicking the ball along with him. He heard cheers, as well as shouts of dismay. People didn't believe he could do it, but he thought better.

Yet, it was all in vain. As he ran, the force of a bull hit his leg. He fell forwards, and he brung his arms out in front of him as he collapsed into the dirt with another mass writing underneath him.

"Ouch!" Wolfy yelped out as he felt a pinch in his side, and realised he was tangled up with a literal bull child. They wrangled for a moment before Wolfy realised the problem: the bull's horn that ripped through the side of his shorts and was stuck on the kid's horn.

Like Wolfy, the other child was easily spooked by this, and he wrangled, wrestling with Wolfy as the half-wolf, half-husky attempted to try and un-spear his clothing. Their wrestling grew more and more panicked and kids began closing in.

Then he heard it: the audible sound of his shorts ripping from the bull's strength. The bull wormed his way out from underneath the hybrid and clambered to his feet. A shredded, speared piece of the cub's shorts remained on his horn, and as Wolfy raised his head, he realised something else: there was a speck of pink.

Slowly, the hybrid's eyes darted down, and his worst fears were realised. He was sprawled in the mud that matted his fur, specs of it all over his inner thighs and stomach, as well as his clothes. His shorts were a mess: the entire length of the right side leg. The shredded remains of his shorts was completely split open and spread apart, revealing the humiliating panties.

But it didn't stop there. The bull's horn had just caught underneath the thin, thin strap that went over Wolfy's hip, and had nicked it slight. But, it was enough for the bull to tug them down during their wrestling: just enough to expose his erect cock, that pulsed weakly against his own stomach, forming a small pool of pre-cum onto his fur.

At first, there was utter silence, before the entire football team erupted into laughter. Even the coach was chuckling to himself when they realised he was wearing girly panties on top of having an erection. The hybrid whimpered and covered his privates, feeling his dick twitching against his hands as he got to his feet. He quickly darted towards the changing room whilst tugging the panties up, leaving the remnants of his shorts on the pitch.

He stayed in the changing rooms for a whilst, nursing the erection against his stomach. He was overcome with humiliation and he felt tears blubbering up against his eyes. By this point, he had tugged on his normal shorts, the pristine, black pair easily covering up what a fool he had made of himself. After 10 minutes of stewing in his own misery, he heard the door creak open.

"Hey, kid." He heard the coach call, before he heard his approaching footsteps. He looked up and saw the coach poking his head into the changing rooms.

"C'mon, we're waiting for you. You're dressed, right?" He gestured with a thumb and left the changing rooms without another word. Wolfy sat there in silence for a moment, before he slowly got to his feet. He stepped towards the exit and back out onto the pitch. He could hear the people in the stands clapping and cheering him on, but he could also hear their laughter. They wanted to see him play, but if only because he might embarrass himself again.

"Here, these are yours." Someone said to him, and he glanced up to see the Feline on the opposing team tossing his tattered shorts his way. "Nice panties, by the way. Your Moms?"

Wolfy felt his cheeks burn with humiliation, and he didn't bother to answer the cat. He tossed the tattered remained of his pants to the side and went back out onto the pitch. He still had an erection, and his stubborn body wouldn't let it subside. It was aching by this point.

He vowed to spend the rest of the match keeping to the back, and he did just that. Each time he was approached by the other Cubs with the ball, they ridiculed him about his boner. It was enough to make him falter, and they zipped past him without issue. It was frustrating and humiliating at the same time, and he hated it.

The practice was only meant to last an hour, and it felt like the longest hour of his life. When he was finally over, he was one of the last to enter the changing rooms, hoping he might be able to catch most people leaving before he got picked up. He slowly made his way into the changing rooms as cubs on his current team gave him some particularly annoyed looks. He had ruined the game for them with his bad defenses. He knew that, and so did they.

He approached his bag with a sigh, worming in between the mass of young boys changing. The smell of their sweat was prominent in the air and assault his nostrils. He shifted from foot to foot, eager to leave as he stuff what he needed back into his gym bag. As he turned to leave, the cub next to him turned, and bumped into something in front.

The cub in fron stumbled backwards, and for a moment, Wolfy didn't move. He was too surprised to do a thing. The cub's behind mashed right up against the hybrid's crotch, and Wolfy felt a weak spasm of utter ecstacy swim throughout his system. The other cub's behind lingered for all of two seconds, before it was pulled back. The cub turned to glare down at Wolfy, darting his gaze to the grey-furred canine's bulge.

"U-Um. Excuse me." Wolfy ducked past him and practically ran out of the room, attempting to keep his cool as he stepped out of the entrance and back out onto the street. He could see his mother's friend sitting in her black SUV not too far from him.

Holding his bag to his front to hide his erection, he wandered towards the car and peeked into the passenger door. Sitting there was Richard's mother, waiting patiently for him. No-one else was in the car, thankfully. The woman spotted him after a moment and rolled the window down on his side.

"Hop in, sweetie!" She said to him, and he did was he was told. Richard's mother was cool: She often let him ride in the front if no-one else was in the car. It was always a fresh experience. He just wished that, this time around, it was better circumstances.

"Gosh, you're dirty. At least you have some new shorts on." She had been watching the game, and he saw a lingering smile on her lips that told him all he needed to know. Wordlessly, he clipped the seatbelt in and put the bag on his lap. He pressed it right down against his erection, thankful that he could hide it this way. If he had to sit with it out all the way home, he might die of embarrassment.

"So, had a good game?" She asked him, and he slowly nodded to her. She always made him a little bit nervous, but then, he was often shy around people. She pulled out onto the street and drove down the road, flicking a hand down to turn on the radio. The car filled with the quiet tones of modern pop music, and Wolfy relaxed a little bit. Background noise meant he didn't have to make conversation.

He sat there, watching the streets roll by before the car slowed, and Richard's mother turned onto a different street. Wolfy glanced down the road and noticed about 5 or 6 speed-bumps all the way along it. He braced himself, wondering how bad they might be. Slowly, she rolled up to the first one: the wheels hitched along the bump and the front of the car raised for a split second. Wolfy's body rode up and pushed down against the bag before he realised what was happening, and he felt an all-too-familiar spike of pleasure shoot up his spine. His face contorted briefly as he tried not to utter a sound. The bump had hit him in just the right spot to leave his face flustered, and his breathing heavy.

Just when he thought it was over, the next bump came just as quick. His dick mashed up against the underside of his bag and pulsed eagerly against the clothing of his own shorts, straining against the pink panties. He exhaled briefly, quietly enough that Richard's mother didn't hear him. He had to think of an excuse, fast.

"C-Can you turn it up? I like this song." Wolfy muttered, and Richard's mother glanced at him for a moment.

"Didn't peg you as a Katy Perry fan." She remarked, turning the dial so that the music blared that much louder inside the car. It would be enough to make his little exhales and shifts, which he was thankful for.

The third bump was one of the worst. It was different than the rest: the bump on the road itself was thinner and sharper, and it forced his member up against the bed with a rather insatiable ferocity. He winced briefly and exhaled again, feeling his cheeks burning. The pressure in his groin was nearing it's peak, and he knew what was coming.

It was the 4th bump that did it. His member smeared up against the bottom of the bag, and he felt himself pass over the point of no return. The pleasure swam throughout his body like a swarm and he writhed, briefly, in his seat as he felt his cock pump thick, sticky globules of cum right up against panties, as well as the shorts. He could feel the goo seeping down against his fur, and he let out a small, quiet whimper. The 5th bump only urged the orgasm further, sparking another powerful glob to coat the panties and seep through the fabric onto his shorts.

In a way, he was glad: the pleasure was exquisite, although embarrassing, and it did mean that his erection would subside. By the time they went over the last bump, he was half-hard and slowly fading. He could feel the stickiness inside his pants, and his breathing was heavy.

"You alright, sweetie?" Richard's mother glanced at him briefly, concerned about his flushed demeanor and heavy breathing. He shot his glanced over to her, calculating a good excuse.

"Just a little carsick. Sorry." He muttered, smiling briefly. She seemed to buy it, and lowered the window on his side down a little to let some fresh air seep into the car. That was good, too; then she wouldn't pick up on the smell of his orgasm. It had it's own distinct scent, as it did for everyone.

Soon enough, they pulled up right in front of Wolfy's house. The hybrid was now, thankfully, comfortable enough to remove the bag from his lap, and he was glad to find that there wasn't even a damp patch on his shorts. As he moved, he felt the stickiness around his balls, and he slipped out of the car and shifted on the spot uncomfortably for a moment.

"Come on, then." The woman gestured and stepped up to Wolfy's porch. He followed her with his bag in his hand, and stepped in through the front door. He was glad to be home: he could hide in his room until dinner time and not have to worry about others seeing him.

"We're here!" Richard's mother called, and she stepped into the living room. Wolfy could hear the chattering of other women, and remembered that it was his own mother's book club meeting today. Wolfy tossed his bag down by the door and stepped into the living room entrance. He spotted 4 women, including Richard's mother, sitting on the various couches and armchairs in the living room. His own mother was dispensing tea to everyone.

"Hi Wolfy. Did you have a good time at practice?" His mother asked him, before she frowned. "Oh no, you're filthy. You're tracking mud into the house!"

Before Wolfy could muster up a suitable complaint, his mother came forwards. Immedaitely, she grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. She exposed his lean, 10 year old chest, slightly specked with a few odd flecks of dirt around his stomach.

"M-Mum, I can change upstairs, please...no in front of the other people!" He begged, but his mother ignored him. She reached down to his ankles and forcibly pulled him out of his shoes, and then his socks afterwards, leaving him with nothing but his shorts on. For whatever reason, the humiliation of the entire situation had stirred his senses again. He felt tears welling up to his eyes when he realised he was getting hard again. Everyone could see him, too. Slowly, he began tenting his shorts as he removed his socks, standing side-on to the other women who were sipping their tea. He could hear their giggles, and the only made it worse.

His mother reached up and unbuttoned his shorts without any warning, and she pulled them down past his hips, revealing the frilly pink panties that housed his erect little member. For a moment, his mother paused, a look of confusion across her face.

"Oh god, I packed your sister's underwear into your football gear." She remembered, then shrugged as if it were no big deal.

"I do it to my son all the time." Wolfy heard one of the other mothers say, and they howled in laughter. Wolfy's cheeks burned red with a blush, the embarrassment too much for him. He felt a pressure in his crotch again. The very act of being laughed at was going to make him cum, and he didn't understand why.

"Oh, look. You've nicked it, too." His mother's finger slid down his hip and tucked underneath the band around his lithe body, noticing the very fragile shred in the fabric. That was enough to make it unravel completely: the minute that she pulled the split piece, it ripped apart.

The panties fell to the floor, and his cock being allowed out into the open was enough to make him orgasm. Wolfy shuddered and let out a small groan as thick globules of cum suddenly bubbled up to the tip of his member, pooling out and dribbling down his cock like a leaky faucet in thick, sticky globs. They dripped down onto the floor below and the poor cub's knees wobbled as he realised just what had happened.

"...Oh my god." His mother mumbled briefly, and there was an eerie silence amongst the other women. Then, after a moment, they erupted in laughter, chuckling to one-another about the poor kid's predicament.

"Puberty, eh? I don't envy you, Jessica." He heard Richard's mother say, and he could see that just about everyone in the room was embarrassed, even his own mother.

"Go up for a bath." His mother sighed, rubbing the top of her son's head. She was trying to play it cool: she knew that Puberty could be hard for a boy, and she didn't want to alienate him, nor make fun of him for having random orgasms, or even random erections. If she was too harsh on him, he might be shut-in!

Wolfy lowered his head and turned, darting up the stairs in the nude as he heard the cackling of the older women downstairs still in his ears. He went into his room and shut the door, pressing his head against the wood and sliding down onto his rump. This had to be the worst day of his life.

After a while, he calmed down a little. He had taken to drawing some silly drawings on some paper on his desk, and it was nearing into night time when he heard a knock on his door.

"Sweetie? The girls have gone. Can you come downstairs?" He heard his mother's muffled voice.

"Coming!" He called back. By now, he had pulled on some pants, but he hadn't yet gone for a bath. He stepped out of his room and made his way downstairs, attempting to dust off whatever mud was on his stomach. He didn't bother putting on a T-Shirt yet, enjoying the flexibility of being semi-nude in his own house. Besides, his bits were covered, at least. He tried not to think about it.

When he stepped into the living room, his Mother was sitting on the couch with his sister, who was cuddled up to her side. His mother patted the seat next to her, and he sat there with her. She put her arm around him, and he slowly leant up against her side.

"I have something to tell you," She began. "You remember Aunt Kira?"

The two cubs nodded, looking up at their mother with wide eyes. She shifted uncomfortably, and Wolfy could tell something was amiss.

"Well, she's getting married. In Mexico." She began. Wolfy's eyes widened: they were going to have new cousins? And a new uncle, too? This was actually a little exciting.

"She's invited me to the wedding," His mother continued. "But I can't take you with me. You're too young. You'll have to go be with your grandmother for a week."

"Aww." Wolfy muttered. He would have liked to attend a wedding, but he understood as well. If his mother said it wasn't safe, he trusted her. He could tell his sister was on the same opinion.

"I love you both very much." His mother reached down, kissing them both on the forehead. "Now, who wants a movie and ice-cream?"

"Me!" Wolfy cried out, holding his hand up and grinning. Maybe today wasn't that bad after all.