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Well, I'm finally back! And I got a nice treat for all of you following this accidental series, things get a lot deeper. I hope you enjoy it ^.^

Warning: This story is not for fursons under the age of 18 and contains minor cub material!

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Part 3: Ivanov

by Neptune Wolf

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Today was the day. Right here, right now at this very moment outside of Ivanov's Studio, Judgment was being passed. There was nervous chatter amongst the classmates. There was an eerie informal aire in the lofty studio, in fact, drinks and pizza was served, but underneath it all was a beast churning, growling pacing, waiting to pounce upon anyone who was not a part of the secret society that is being a student of architecture.

The portfolios were turned in two days ago and Ivanov, along with a panel of judges consisting of Assistant Dean Pantera, Professor Wang of the upper-level studios, and other accomplished professors, inspected each one as thoroughly as possible. It wasn't just Professor Ivanov's studio's portfolio's that were inspected, but everyone at the school of architecture. It was part one of the four-part extensive midterm examination. But, to the panel of judges' surprise, Professor Ivanov's studio had the best portfolios. They 'stood out' to say the least.

Where the rest of the studios handed in nearly identical leather-bound book of pictures with notes, Ivanov's studio handed in hand carved boxes of well designed showcase-quality books; natural suede bound pictures; engineered mechanisms with lights and screens; etched glass with beveled edged bound cashmere edifies; carved sheets of marble, liquid filled glass plates, injection-molded forms, polished steel, and more. It was unprecedented at the Timberland School of Architecture. Ivanov made their final project to literally be their portfolios, where the other professors assigned useless 'studies' projects such as 'designing a device to catch someone's dream' or 'making an abstract sculpture of your soul'. This Professor Ivanov was new to Timberland, but he pushed new ideas.

The heavyset elephant adjusted his glasses while he sat at the long table in the presentation room.

"Look at this! Just look! Why did he do all of that? It makes . . . too much sense! This boy is entirely too much!" A female panther said as the portfolio; a box made of blue water trapped in seamless etched glass with carbonated steel damask back cover was in front of her. She opened it and inside the box was a set of satin finish photo paper pages bound in soft leather.

"Yes, Diego does exceptional work each and every time. He's my number one you know?" Ivanov said, basking in his own self satisfaction. A smirk appeared on assistant dean Pantera's muzzle. He addressed Assistant Dean Chance, who marveled at the portfolio in front of her.

"That Diego boy is sharp, I'd say." Pantera had a fading British accent that had a soft underlying purr, which was odd for a Hyena. "I've seen some of his other work and it's safe to say this isn't off his train of thought." His arms were folded, but he leaned back when Ivanov gave him a quick glance.

Assistant Dean Chance was the last to review Diego's portfolio. The panel of judges graded and commented. Next up, last but not least, was a portfolio made of black broken glass and sharp edged steel. Professor Wang, the Akita on the end, put on a pair of gloves before he inspected it. It was sharp, dangerous, cold, and vicious. The image that the broken glass formed almost made Professor Wang drop it. It was the canine muscle system made from broken glass and glass dust. Professor Wang could read Latin and read the inscription at the bottom of the cover "I present to thee my naked self on paper." It seemed horrific, in a way.

"Derrick Feather of Ivanov's Studio. That 'noir' guy I've been hearing about?" Pantera nodded and Wang shook his head. "Its very good craftsmanship." The Akita opened the cover and inside was his portfolio, on plain, simple, white, copy paper; printed in greyscale, cleanly, neatly, nothing out of place. It was the calm after the storm of muscles and glass on the cover.

The panel of judges judged the last portfolio, talking amongst themselves, choosing a "Best of the Year" portfolio. Within 15 minutes, a decision was made . . .

* * *

In Ivanov's studio, the pizza was gone and Diego's bottle of cheap gin was being passed around. There was music playing on an old boom box with a missing face. At this time, the tension was waning. Diego looked out the window and saw the conifer trees sway gently in the wind. He tucked his tail between his legs ever-so slightly. Ivanov's studio was on the second floor and had a good view of the not too busy Livernois Boulevard below. From this view, It made Aries City seem like a small Midwestern town and not the sprawling metropolis that it is.

"Why are we here?" The German shepherd dog said, keeping his eyes forward, but turning his head a few degrees to the left.

"That's an easy one!" Bret blurted out after a long awkward silence. Bret was a bit more anxious than he let on. He was standing next to the small dog, fixing his mane. "We're here because God wanted to punish our parents." He chuckled. Diego pushed the muscular lion slightly with a laugh.

"No, idiot! Why are we here in the studio?"

"Well, Dean Torano said that he will announce this semester's best portfolio at 8 tonight during the 'Gala'." Bret said while combing his golden mane in his reflection in the window. Diego sighed.

"That still doesn't answer my damn question." Diego snatched the comb out of the lion's paws. "I'm going down to Marci's studio until tonight. They have pool table there." He turned around and headed for the door. Bret turned around and watched him intently, licking his lips. Diego stopped before he was out the door to talk to Dontae before leaving out with him. It was 4 o'clock already. Where had the time gone?

Bret scanned the room, there were more furs here now than there was earlier. Sean and Damien had somehow gotten in. They were both engineering students and only architecture students were allowed into the building, with very few exceptions. Tonight's Gala was that exception. The entire college was invited to the 49th annual Timberland University Art and Architecture Exhibition, know to architecture, art, and music students as the most complex final ever conceived. Bret's eyes narrowed as Sean looked his way with open arms and walked towards him.

"Bretsworth! How goes it, old friend!" Sean said in his thick Russian accent, his arms out for a friendly hug. His fluffy white and grey fur perfectly groomed, yet still shedding on his white wool Calvin Kline jacket with a black star over the heart. Bret winced when he heard the Husky call his name. He offered his paw and Sean accepted.

"Why you have to be like that, huh? I'll have to take you and your people out to eat sometime at my father's restaurant, eh?" Sean ruffled Bret's golden mane.

"What brings you here? Shouldn't you and the 'Russian Sofas' be getting ready for tonight?" Bret asked, somewhat coldly. Sean laughed full-heartedly, his crystalline blue eyes seemed to laugh with him. This made Bret's eye twitch, as if he were going to snap.

"We practice hard, my friend. What do you call it here? Uh, ????? ??? Per-se-ver-ance!" he chuckled slightly as he sounded-out the complex English word. "I sense that you are still upset, no?" Bret bristled his muzzle in anger and grabbed the Husky by the shoulder to pull him aside.

"Look, I don't know if I can keep this to myself." The lion said pointing to Sean, looking him directly in the eye. "It's not everyday that something like that happens. You and your people maybe okay with it, I'm not." It was rare that Bret had such intensity in his eyes. Without realizing it, Bret's large paw gripped Sean's shoulder, digging his claws into the fine fabric, pushing the husky down slightly with just the weight of his buff arm. Sean looked over at the paw on his shoulder and cleared his throat. Bret snapped out of it and let go.

"My dear, sweet, Bretsworth. You know that I will make it worth your while. Tony and John are being taken care of very carefully, and I'll make sure the same is with you." Bret sighed, not believing that he was actually trusting the Husky. "We've known each other how long now; 3, 4 years, no?" Sean reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his Blackberry. "Come! I take you and your friends out to dinner tonight after the Exhibition. I treat my friends good, no?" He typed in something before patting the lion's back, rubbing it slightly. "Where's that small Shepherd friend of yours? He has Vodka, no?" Bret shook his head, no.

"He's over in Marci's Studio down the hall." Bret pointed and Sean nodded.

"I hope we have an understanding. I would hate to have our friendship. . . dissolve." With that, the Husky walked out the door of Ivanov's studio. The large lion sighed.

* * *

Professor Ivanov, along with the other distinguished judges, had sealed the envelope. It was done. Stage Two was complete. The elephant sighed, pleased with himself. He had made a name for himself his first year teaching at the Timberland University's School of Architecture. One of his students had been chosen as best portfolio of the year. The panel of judges were dismissed to do as they pleased until tonight when each student had to present their final project in front of an audience of not only fellow classmates, but for architects, artists, musicians, newspapers journalists, and critics.

In all of the school's Jamie Ivanov taught, Timberland University was the best. There were 'perks' to say the least. The University was a huge show, a refined high school. Not only were the students over-the-top, the professors were too. Everyone always attempted to out-do the other. This time, He was number one. The award for having the best Portfolio of the year was having your name etched in marble on the prestigious Wall of Achievement. There were also other things. This Exhibition was a televised. Being the top school for arts in the state, it got a lot of publicity in the news.

Jamie went up to his office on the second floor, between Marci's and his own studio. He sat down in his large, dark leather chair; a gift from his colleagues at his last teaching gig, and leaned back, proud of himself. He worked hard to teach these kids. It was his passion. Just the thought that he would be in the papers; that he would be responsible for the making of future architects made him smile.

"Responsible" That was the word that killed his joy. He was 'responsible' for a lot of things at his old school. He taught English at Madison Elementary School for 5 years. Jamie took off his glasses to wipe a tear from his eye. His ivory tusks, recently polished, reflected the light in the small office. 'I am a good man', he thought to himself.

* * *

The music is Marci's Studio was loud, pulsating. It was a rave, a club, invite only. Professor Marci had the most history at Timberland University. She was the only permanent lower-level professor of architecture at the university and every graduate who turned out to be anything special had her to thank. She had high expectations for her students, but was crushed when she got the news that one of the new professors' students got the Best of the Year award. She smiled and curtsied to the winning professor after the meeting.

She purred as he walked past her studio to the office with "Professor J. Ivanov" of the door. Reluctantly, she knocked, and surprisingly there was a quick answer.

"Come in."

She took a deep breath and turned the brushed aluminum door handle and greeted the Elephant with a big smile.

"Congratulations, Jamie." It sounded excited and bright. Jamie only smiled and blushed under his wrinkled skin. He stared at her with a smile. The Lioness' tight blue jean dress and white blouse made her look 20 years younger.

"Why thank you!" He said simply. She closed the door behind her, which is when he noticed the two chopsticks in her hair, rolled into a bun. Her smile faded as quick as the 'click' of the door closing. The only sound was the pulsating music from the studio next door.

"Lets get this straight, okay. Don't come in here acting like you're 'The Man' just because you got lucky with a few prodigies in your class." Marci put her paws on his desk, getting close Jamie, trying to seem as intimidating as possible. She put one finger on the desk, tapping for emphasis. "This is MY school, MY domain, MY Territory." She growled. Marci had a smoker's voice; rough, yet not nasty.

Jamie looked her up and down. Her paws were scarred. Her muzzle was bristled, the whiskers spread apart, ready to attack. He smirked. Before he could open his mouth to retort, she spoke again.

"This is your first and only warning. Don't make me have to cut you!" She said pointing at him. With one claw, she scratched the cherry-wood finish on is desk and stormed out. As soon as the door closed behind her, her smile was back. The Lioness walked back downstairs and out to the parking lot and went home to get ready for the night's festivities. Ivanov shook his head and leaned back in his chair. "Bitch." He said silently to himself.

* * *

Five years ago, Jamie Ivanov was a promising new teacher. Fresh out of grad school and eager to teach elementary school pups new things. He stepped into the classroom filled with young furs. He tried to smile his best smile as he wrote his name of the board "Mr. Ivanov". He turned around and took a good look at each of his new students. On his desk were 3 apples. He smiled at the sweet gesture.

"Hello, class. My name's Mr. Ivanov. I'll be your new teacher this year and boy will we have fun!" He saw a few smiles in the room. His tusks gleamed in the bright lights of the room, freshly polished and new fancy gold tips. He smiled wide as he saw one particular student, a fox, mesmerized by his gold tips. . .

* * *

Derrick straightened the collar of his pressed cream cotton shirt in the broken mirror of his loft. He slid on a black wool jacket and a paw suddenly rested on his shoulder. A kiss was planted on his cheek. He sighed and pulled away quickly.

"Don't kiss me." The wolf straightened the collar of his jacket. It wasn't really his style, but deep down, he liked it and smiled a little.

"See! Told you you'd like it." The fox submissively licked Derrick's cheek.

"Don't do that either, Ryan. I'm warning you." He scolded coldly, pulling away. Ryan stepped back and Derrick turned around. He looked at the fox in his tan turtle neck and jacket and started to smile. There was something about the fox that soften him ever-so slightly.

"So what are we doing afterwards?"

"Well, Sean invited us to his father's restaurant, that new Russian place down the street called . . .forgot what it's called." Ryan paused for moment trying to remember.

"It called 'White'. They make a mean Borscht."

"Been there?"

"Go there every once and a while. Nice Russian/American cuisine." The wolf answered fixing his hair. He sighed as he suddenly pulled Ryan close to him, hugging him tight. Derrick looked away from the fox as much as he could. His ears pressed down to his skull. Something inside made the wolf want to do it. It was a warm hug that he had never given to anyone. It caught Ryan off guard but he accepted the long, tight hug with a cub-like smile on his muzzle. The Fox smiled, knowing how hard it was for Derrick to express feelings of this nature.

Derrick finally let go and cleared his throat, quickly focusing back on the mirror.

"You'll like that place, Ryan. Nice hearty food. It'll put some meat on those bones."

* * *

Diego opened the door to the cheap motel room. It was a place he frequented when he wanted no one to know what he was doing. With a suitcase in one paw and the arm of a large Akita in the other, he rushed in and quickly got undressed.

"Whoa, whoa, fella. Just take it easy. I got all night." said the much older Akita. Diego tail was wagging and he had an eager look in his eyes. He just wanted to get this over with, but he didn't want his 'client' to know. The young German Shepherd placed a paw on the Akita's crotch and fondled him as he leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"I want you inside me, Professor Wang."

The ends of Professor Wang's lips curled into a sly smile.

"I'm not sure if you're ready for this. Took my blue pills today." He said with a slight laugh and gently pushed the young canine down onto the bed covered by a soiled comforter and sheets. "Strip." He commanded, already halfway out of his suit.

Diego smiled genuinely. His expensive cotton dress shirt was hot so he started with that. In the back of his mind, he knew he only had a little time before the Gala so he had to make this quick. With little care about the expensive shirt, he undid the top button and simply slid out of it, throwing it to the floor with a slight wince. The Akita was pleased by his eagerness to do as he was told. Diego leaned back on his elbows, giving his new 'target' a nice look at his lean body covered in a medium-length rich tan and brown fur.

Professor Wang licked his muzzle and got down on top of small canine. He got a warm paw on the bulge of his blue slacks. Charlie's skilled paws undid the Akita's belt and zipper at the same time, letting his thick caninehood free from it cotton confines. Charlie smirked as he stroked his professor's warm cock. 'Heh, given his age, size, energy levels, and amount of pre he's leaking; I'd say he has a quick trigger. I'll be out of here in 5 minutes tops.' he thought to himself. He was already board with it. Of every yiff partner he had, teachers were the most fun, but this time, he wouldn't have enough time to enjoy it.

Unexpectedly, Diego felt his 'target' kiss his cheek. He looked up at him with a somewhat confused look on his muzzle. Professor Wang wore a smile.

"Young boys look so cute when they're in heat." He kissed him again. Diego felt slightly insulted. "Turn around, pup." he barked, but before Diego could respond the large Akita grabbed him by the waist and flipped him over underneath him. The small dog felt two large paws massaging his back before making their way to his crotch, undoing his belt and hastily slipping off his pants and underwear. Professor Wang adjusted himself as he took off the Shepherd's pants and threw them next to his shirt on the dirty carpet. When Diego heard hit them hit the floor he winced again.

"Oh? Don't like that, little one?" Professor Wang's curled tail wagged like a pup. It had been a while since the last time he ever got the chance to do this. "I want you to moan like a pup." He commanded as his large paws explored Diego's rear, feeling every muscle. Diego did as he was told. 'Would he just hurry up and fuck me?' he thought to himself getting impatient with only 20 minutes to 8. And almost as though he could read his mind, Professor Wang's dripping cocktip was lined up with Diego's tailhole and within moments it was completely buried inside the young dog. Diego only closed his eyes for a few seconds as he was stretched open. He counted to himself. 'one . . . two . . . three. . . four. . . five. . . six . . . seven inches.' he smiled to himself. Without even really seeing the Akita's cock, Diego had a mental image on how it looked by how it felt. He made silent calculations and decided to expedite this yiff.

Diego pushed back onto his professor's cock in a quick movement and wiggled his rump. Mr. Wang's thick member pulsed and in that instant, Diego knew exactly what to do. Based on what veins pulsed the hardest, the curvature of his member, and the rate of thickening of the 'tip-to-knot ratio' of his cock; Diego gritted his teeth and maneuvered himself to lay n his back, still impaled by the large dog's cock. Professor Wang smiled.

"What? Wanted to see me yiff you?" He chuckled. "All well." He made a few deep thrusts in and out of his new toy's tight tailhole and wrapped his paws around Diego's waist. "Hmm, this feels quite better actually." And with that, the Akita began his assault on the Shepherd's tailhole with odd, eclectic thrusts; some so shallow they missed his tailhole altogether as his thick male-meat jabbed at the small dog's stomach on tail. And some so deep, the knot popped in and quickly popped out. Diego didn't know if that was Mr. Wang's 'technique' or not, but he knew it was rather exciting.

Professor Wang gripped the young dog's waist with both paws; a nice fit with a tight squeeze. He wasn't thrusting into his small frame, he was actually impaling the canine on his thick rod of hot flesh, moving his body up and down his cock. The pressure on Diego's tailhole was unbearable to say the least, but he played his part wonderfully. The small dog had yiffed a lot of people to get what he wanted and Professor Wang was no different. He kept glancing at the clock on the nightstand, keep time. With well placed pup-like moans, panting, and cries, he pushed the older Akita over the edge in less than 10 minutes.

'Finally', Diego thought to himself. Professor Wang held the small Shepherd's Dog firmly on his thick cock, the knot halfway in but Diego's skilled tailhole keeping it out. He found it interesting how the ones with the thickest, longest cocks, and he knot were the worst when it came yiff. Yes, Diego was used to being 'used' as a toy during yiff at times but this time was a bit different. There was no speaking other than Diego's puppy-moans, no compassion. He wasn't even allowed to get off. He could feel the Akita's unusually thick cum pulse inside him. He could feel it leak out, not like milk but more like honey. It took it a long time to drip down his leg to the bed.

The large Akita panted a bit and stretched his abs slightly before he did something unexpected; he grabbed the young dog's tail and roughly pulled it as hard as he could, possibly disjointing several vertebrae. Diego screamed out, his time honestly, and Professor Wang laughed slightly as he got what he wanted. Same idea as a donkey punch, Diego's tailhole clamped down harder than ever before as the Akita forced his knot in with the help of his thick cum as lube, inflicting as much pain as possible.

"Hehehe. Silly little pup. I know what you want and, like always, I'm gonna make you work for it." He said making extremely quick shallow thrust into his student. Diego could only press his ears to his head and grip the sheets. "This ought to teach you play in the big leagues. You're nothing but a rookie, pup!" He said with a laugh, already geared up for a second round as his still heavy ball sack made wet, sticky contact with his with each thrust of his trapped cock. Diego moaned like a fresh virgin. He had never been out-done before since his first time. After the first 20 minutes of the second round, Diego had lost consciousness.

He came a second time in the dog's, now loose, tailhole and decided to go again, getting his money's worth so to speak. After that, he decided to have a little fun . . .

Diego woke up eventually. His muzzle, tailhole, chestfur, and backfur matted and encrusted with cum and stuck to the sheets. He tried to get up but couldn't. His tail was in too much pain to move and there was a scent of stale piss in his fur and on the mattress which he wasn't so sure was not there when he first walked through the door of the cheap motel. With a moan, he forced himself up, ripping himself up off the bed. He swallowed what was left of a load in his muzzle and smirked as he realized it wasn't Akita, more Equine. His entire body ached as he looked around the cheap motel room. A letter was on the bed next to him, wet circles on the envelope where the letter was in a small pool of cum. He opened it.

"You didn't win. That Moody Wolf did." was all it said. He shook his head, looking down. He wanted to cry, but at the same time he was too angry to do anything but smash the lamp on the nightstand to his left. Diego's chest heaved up and down. Things seemed unreal suddenly, like this whole thing; the motel room, his cum and urine soaked body, the lamp, everything seemed like a joke. All he could do was sigh and shake his head.

After a moment, he reached for his cell. It was already 9:00pm. And his brother had called him 5 times.

* * *

". . . but Mr. Ivanov . . . what are you doing?" The pup asked, a bit of worry in his voice. His paws were all over the young student, on his back, between his legs, on his crotch.

"Don't worry. It's okay. Just taking measurements for your costume, kay? Don't wanna have our star on stage without a costume, now do ya?" Ivanov said with a giggle. The pup giggled as well, mainly out of hope that the older elephant would stop, but he didn't. He only went further caressing the tawny fur of his crotch while on his knees in front of the young wolf. Ivanov was going in for the kill, just one lick of the pup's sheath . . . so close, but then someone tapped his shoulder. Ivanov almost jumped out of his skin as he stood up as quickly as possible. It scared the pup even more.

"What's going on!" The masculine voice behind him exclaimed. Ivanov didn't turn around, he knew he was caught he knew it was all over. He wanted to kill himself right then. His only chance to try something he'd always wanted to try just once. But now it was over . . . until he heard the door close and lock behind him. . .

* * *

Dean Torano, of the Fine Arts Department, stood proudly before the auditorium of well dressed and well groomed students and distinguished guests. He spoke with much clarity,

adding the occasional large word to keep people paying attention. But that wasn't needed. Dean Torano was the most well known person on campus; he was the football team's mascot and he always got spirits up. It was one of the Deans many quirks, but people loved him. Somehow, everyone got to cheering when he finished his introduction speech and announced the next speaker, Tunieous "Blue" Wolfram of Neptune Designs.

Neptune Designs was an up-and-coming architecture firm that recently landed the sweetest deal ever: Designing the new Holland Inc. World headquarters and Convention Center right in the downtown area; a 350 million dollar deal. Mr. Wolfram was a relatively young architect at only 34 years old. He was a nicely built Arctic Wolf with fairly fluffy, well-groomed perfectly white fur. He spoke about the field of architecture and how ambitious students today are. It was a glorious speech filled with excitement that kept the audiences attention.

But Dontae's mind was elsewhere. The seat next to his was empty. "Reserved for Diago Gee." His eyes darted around the room looking for the small dog. Instead, his eyes rested on Professor Ivanov's shimmering gold bands on his tusks. They sparkled in the dim light with a mirror finish. The Elephant glared back at him then smiled.

At the end of Mr. Wolfram's speech, a thunderous applause roared through the audience. This is when Diago crept into his seat. He looked like he just woke up even though he had on a tux.

"Diago! Missed a great speech!" Dontae said with excitement. Diago only waved at him.

"Yeah yeah. What a pity. This is lame anyway." He took a sip from his flask.

"How much have you been drinking?!?" Dontae asked, quickly taking the flask away from him before anyone saw. Diago tied his bow-tie and tucked in his shirt.

"Never mind that. Where's my brother?" Diego said. Dontae gestured to the stage. The second speaker was just finishing up and was introducing the first of tonights festivities.

"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, without further adieu, the first section of tonight will be music. As a special guest tonight we have Dr. Slow-mo!" The crowd went wild as 5 furs stood on stage; guitarist, drummer, bassist, pianist, and lead singer.

It was the Lead Singer Diego paid attention to. That thin, black-furred German Shepherd was his brother. He looked out into the crowd looking for one face. When he found it, he smiled and started cued the band to start. Derrick smiled an evil grin when he saw the small dog at the other table with a tear in his eye. 'So that's his brother' he thought to himself.

* * *

For years, Ivanov participated in this tradition. Mr. Box, a muscular bull whom was the principal of the school, would come into his classroom in is fine blue suit as demand to see one student after class; a young wolf. And everyday Mr. Ivanov would be the one holding the door shut as his employer did unspeakable things to his favorite student. And everyday Mr. Box would do this without anyone knowing, thanks to Mr. Ivanov. It was in their little 'pact' that obligated the new teacher to cover for him at all cost. It was also his guilt that kept him there at the door to his classroom, keeping it closed because of the busted lock. Mr. Box would tell anyone who would listen about what he caught Jamie Ivanov, the newest teacher at the school, doing to student. It would be all over the newspapers, in th news for years; "Teacher caught molesting young student. How long has it been going on before he was caught?"

It was his intense fear that kept him at that door, his back to the evil deeds being done, the most. He wanted to, no, he 'needed' to be a teacher. It was in his blood. His father, mother, and both sisters were all great teachers. He just couldn't lose this job.

"It's just one kid . . . right?" Jamie asked the first time he was forced to hold the door closed. Mr. Box nodded, thrusting lewdly into the poor pup under him.

"Just one." Then said, then mumbled something more as the pup moaned.

"What was that?!?" Jamie asked a bit frightened by what the answer would be. He kept his eyes on the door, never looking back, but he could see a very vague reflection in the polished wood of the door. Mr. Box shook his head.

"Nothing." He said with a smile."Just keep your paws on that door. Make sure no one hears or sees whats going on in here, or I swear I'll make your life a living hell, Ivanov." Jamie nodded. 'It's just one pup. It's not like hes going it to dozens of them.' he thought to himself. The elephant winced once he heard the pup cry out at the same the bull erupted into the small tailhole, making wet slippery noises as he continued to thrust in and out.

". . . it's just one pup. . . It's just one pup. . . it's just one. . . it's just . . . it's . . it. . . I. . ." He mumbled to himself while panting hard.

* * *

Diego got up to leave after the song was over. His bow-tie still wasn't tied correctly. The applause was just as loud as when Mr. Wolfram had ended. He walked out of the auditorium and back into Ivanov's Studio to try to get his thoughts together. He waited and waited and after only 10 minutes, he showed up.

"Bro." He said simply. His black hoodie with a red medical insignia on the back was two sized too big. "Thought I'd find you here." He walked closer to Diego.

"Charlie?" Diego was greeted with a warm hug, but it was him who decided to kiss his older brother on the cheek. "We have a lot of catching up to do." Diego didn't want to end Charlie's warm hug. It was as if it was a dream, and if he let go, he'd never see his big brother again. Charlie kissed the top of Diego's headfur.

"Yeah, lil bro. It's me. Charlie. And I promise you'll never be alone again."

* * *

It was only 2 months ago when Mr. Box was caught in his own home with a different student from Ivanov's class. The investigation is still being pursued with a great deal of secrecy for the suspects and victims.

He pushed the thoughts out of his mind. It would be long before they announced the winner of this years Best Portfolio. "Mr. Derrick Feather is this years winner!" Jamie Ivanov though to himself.

'Feather . . . Feather? Sounds familiar.' Ivanov thought to himself as he sipped a glass of champagne. They say an elephant never forgets.

'Feather?'

Maybe they remember the details because they can see the good?

". . . Feather?"

Maybe Ivanov honestly didn't know that it was Derrick's little brother who was the object of Mr. Box's fond attention.?

[end]

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