The Hidden Wolf
_His hear fluttered with each breath he took. The feel of his lover in his paws enticed him so. The feeling of his lover squirming is pleasure as his hands ravished the lover's body. The warmth of two tongues wrestling with each other in a passionate locking of muzzles, desperately trying to gain dominance. Erik had never felt such happiness in his life as he undressed his partner in a frenzy of uncontrollable paw movements. Before long Erik had trapped his lover beneath his body, preparing to take what rightfully belonged to him. He continued to in... _
BEEP BEEP BEEP! The sound of the alarm clock blasted through Erik's room. All Erik could do was moan and groan in complaint of being awoken from such a wonderful dream. The dream was not new to him however, for the last three weeks the same dream kept Erik from obtaining proper sleep. Always waking up aching between his legs he proceeded to relieve himself.
Erik was an average lupine. Tall, lean, and powerful. He excelled at sports and gained all the girls attention, and even a few longing gazes from some of the males. Most felines felt the need to constantly be around him, touching him, wanting him. While most bitches paved the way for him. He was attractive and he knew it. He used it to his advantage with his female teachers. Especially his foxen teacher Ms. Keaning, who as of late had entered heat.
He never really took it seriously though, the infatuation, the "bromances". In fact he was quite disgusted by it all. He was a lupine, a proud wolf. He didn't rely on people like the fools around him. He wanted solitude, some peace and quite. When he could he would escape to the library to read up on famous philosophers, such as Hume and Nietzsche. He looked into psychology books, particularly ones about females of different species. He was more fascinated with how things worked than women or sports.
Today was a special day though. Today there was a new transfer student from Norway. Norway was always a great interest to Erik. He loved reading ancient Norse stories of Fenrir and how wolves were once considered powerful and something to respect. He was always intruiged in learning how new students reacted to foreign settings. The interaction between old and new was a finely tuned reaction that seemed to create such a tension it aroused the wolf.
Erik sat where he normally sat. In the back with only his friend in the class Josh. The two desks to the left were usually left empty because Erik ensured they were empty. After attendance was taken Mr. Nosch told the class to take out their Physics books and turn to page 42. "Can anyone tell me what the direction of the magnetic field in a solanoid?" "Toward the negative lead" Erik mummbled to himself. "Anyone?" Mr. Nosch asked again. Just then the door opened and a beautiful female wolf strolled lazily in.
"Hi, I'm Vivian the transfer student"