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My growth spurt had become school news by the time I got to Algebra. I heard a few gasps when I got into the classroom, the first time I hadn't been the first student there. There were even some furs that had stopped by Mrs. Rineheart's classroom to watch me walk in. I felt my flesh burn as I walked to my desk in the front of the class, their eyes burning on my back. I heard some giggles and some whispers behind me too low to actually make out the words.

Soon the extra furs started to evacuate the room, only to be replaced with a few other nosy furs. That's when Mrs. Rineheart shooed them out.

"You can talk to the new student after class." She said waving her tinny vole paws at them, standing no talker than three feet she had to shout to get them out through their laughing.

"Mrs. Rineheart," Vanessa said raising her paw in the back of the room, "that's Max. Not the new kid."

Mrs. Rineheart gave a high pitched giggle, "Oh Vanessa, come now, that's not very nice."

I looked over to her a little hurt, "And why is it that it's not nice to be me?" instantly I knew why and I groaned.

"Oh!" she squeaked, "Max!" she gasped, "is that really you?"

I groaned and put my muzzle in my maw, "Yes, Melissa, it's me." I was the only kid she trusted to tell her real name to because she didn't want kids calling her by her real name.

I could practically see her flesh burn beneath her fur, "Oh, dearie," she started, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."

"I know," I grumbled pulling my muzzle out of my paws and taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"No," she said putting her paw on my arm, "I understand son." She said in a sympathetic tone...a little too sympathetic for the situation, but I shrugged the feeling off and just accepted the sympathy.

"Ok," she said waving the rest of the students out of the room, "get to class you little delinquents. Before I make this week's extra credit an assignment."

Well, I have to give Mrs. Rineheart credit for being able to clear a room. I mouthed a thank you and a light smile spread on my muzzle.

"At least we know you can still smile dearie." she beamed at me and a knock on the door pulled her away from me.

"Oh, get to class you blood suckers," she said opening the door and she jumped a bit, "Oh, sorry dearie." She apologized, "I forgot you were coming."

"Um..." I heard a voice behind the door, "d-d-did I do something wrong?"

"No dearie," she said in a sympathetic sigh, "it's just that, well, don't worry sunny. I'm not mad at you."

"Oh...Okay," I heard the voice mumble again.

"Okay dearie" she said taking the strangers paw, "just come in and I'll introduce you."

Mrs. Rineheart pulled the new student into the room and I felt my jaw drop. An eastern dragon with salty white scales followed the little vole, bending over to keep his hold on her paw. His whiskers adulated slowly and the flowing sapphire feathers on his head rolled down into his blue hoodie and his salt white tail trailed behind him and waved like water with those feathers trailing down his appendage and blooming into a feathery plume. When he reached the front of the room Mrs. Rineheart let go of his paw, the black claws coiling back into the sleeves of his navy blue hoodie and he pulled up his baggy khaki pants with his other paw.

"This is Baxley Cobb." she announced, "He's visiting us from Miami for the rest of the fall semester. Why don't you tell us a little something about yourself."

"Um..." he said bringing up his paw to scratch behind the onyx nubs that would be where his antlers would be but it looked as if he shaves and files them down, "I'm not really used to being in such a cold place." He chuckled and I could have sworn I saw his breath, "I like to draw..." he said nervously as he adjusted the sketch pad under his arm with his algebra book.

"Do you want to show us a picture you've drawn," Mrs. Rineheart asked completely enthralled, "I see you brought your sketch pad." She said

"Yeah!" Natalie said in the back of the room, a female roo in a cheer uniform said skeptically, "show us what you can do."

"Um..." he fumbled for his sketch pad and pulled it out, his algebra book falling to the floor, "Oh!" he bent down to pick up his book and put it back under his arm, a few giggles from the back of the room could be heard.

"Okay," he said opening his sketchpad and flipping through a few pages, some sketches and drawings draping over the back of the pad and I could tell that he wasn't really all that great at drawing...but I was soon proved wrong.

"I've been working on this for a while," he said flipping the book around and the whole class gasped, an oil painting of a black orchid practically bleed from the paper, the inner most spot of it blue instead of the usual red.

"It looks like a photo!" one of the artsy students exclaimed and Natalie stopped looking at her nails to gawk at the painting.

"It's not done yet," he said pointing to the lines where he had drawn another orchid next to it, "this one I want to make white with a red center, and I still need to work out the lighting for the background."

He gingerly took the corner of the page and flipped to the next page with a colored pencil drawing of a bedroom in an apartment.

"This," he started, "is a doodle of my bedroom back in Miami." he said pointing to the window in the back of the room, "I used realism and the rising sun in the background as the vanishing point for everything. I really like to...um...draw things with straight lines so I don't have to work so hard on the shading."

"Um, Baxley," Sharlet, a spotted blond mouse raised her hand, her face fur smudged with chalk from her resent art project, "what type of medium did you use?"

"Um..." he looked back at the picture of his room, "just some craypas."

"Oh," she said, "I've been trying so hard to get good with those!"

"Well," Baxley started, "it's not really that hard," then he gave a nervous chuckle, "the clean-up is a pain in the butt though, took forever to wash the stuff off my hands."

Sharlet giggled in a high pitched mousy squeak and Baxley blushed and looked down at his pad and closed it up.

"I think that's enough sharing for now," Mrs. Rineheart said, "Baxley, you can sit down right here next to Max."

"Oh! Baxley!" Natalie's paw shot into the air, "what is it like in Miami?" she wiped out a question to hold off the inevitable algebra assignment.

"Uh..."

"No," Mrs. Rineheart said, "you can talk with Baxley after class. We have a lot of notes to get through."

With a huff, Natalie got out her note book ready to write. I did the same as Baxley sat down beside me and that's when he started to look around for a note book and turned up empty.

"Here," I said opening up my book and tearing out some pages and handed them to him, "you can copy them into another note book later."

I heard him give a little gasp and a gulp as he took the pages from my paw. His ocean blue eyes glittering before he blinked and shook his head, the scales on his muzzle turning a light rosy pink as he blushed and stammered out a thank you.

"No problem." I said blushing myself and turning back to my notes and absorbing myself back into the lessons and trying to ignore my throbbing cock in my pants. I would steal a glance over to look at the new kid and every time my cock would throb and sometimes I even caught him looking back once in a while.

I leaned over to him after we were done with notes and whispered, "I'm Max by the way."

"Oh," he blushed, "I thought he was Max." he said his eyes darting over to John, a hyena.

"Nope," I said chuckleing a little and I saw Baxley blush a little, "don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to being unnoticed."

"Well," he started, "I certainly noticed you."

It was my turn to blush, "Uh...what?"

I saw Baxley's scales burn scarlet and the bell rang.

"I uh...," he jumped out of his seat, "I got to go." And he couldn't have walked out of the room any faster and he was gone before I could gather up my stuff.

***

I sat down at an empty lunch table with my lunch in front of me, but my table quickly became occupied as a few girl furs came over and started to make conversation...that hasn't happened before. Some girls walked by, giggled and walked on and went back to their tables across the room, surly checking out to see if I what Vanessa had posted on her scratch-post was true. It was actually nice for a change to get a few people at my table, Mike and Mick walked by, but with a glare that they painfully returned they went over to the jock table.

"Hey," Molly, a dolphin started, "I heard that the new guy is really cute, and I mean really cute."

"He has some brothers," Sharlet chimed in, "twins actually. Some polar bears and I hear they are capital H-O-T hot!"

"Ugh!" Molly groaned, "Like we need another pair of deviants."

"I heard the same thing," Jordan a ring tail sitting next to her said picking up where Sharlet left off, "I saw Baxley in the halls actually. He really is cute. He's a dragon like you Max."

"Oh really," I said blushing a bit, "I hadn't noticed him."

"You must be blind." Sharlet said, "He was sitting right next to you in algebra this morning. He was introduced to us right in front of your muzzle. How could you have missed him?" she took a bight of her soy burger and the rest of the eyes were on me.

"I guess I'm just a little too self-absorbed," I said a little too fast and Molly rose an eyebrow.

"Yeah?" she rolled her eyes, "Ok Max, whatever." I ignored her and took a swig of my chocolate milk.

"Where is he anyway?" Jordan asked.

"I saw him going into the bathroom at the start of lunch." Sharlet stated matter-of-factly.

I practically gagged on my milk, "He did what?"

Sharlet looked at me like I was crazy and repeated what she said slowly, "I saw him going into the bathroom at the start of lunch? What of it?"

I bolted up and ran to the bathroom in the lobby outside of the cafeteria. I pushed the door open and it was completely vacant except for some sobs coming from the farthest stall. I walked over to see Baxley crumpled on the floor, his sweater soaked down and his sketch pad dripping multi colored water as he pulled it out of the toilet water which was reduced to a swirling tie die mess.

Baxley looked up at me and rage filled his face.

"GO AWAY!" he sobbed and threw his sketch pad at me. I fumbled it in my paws and caught it and I turned and grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and went back to his stall.

"Leave me alone!" he sobbed and pushed me away, but I just brushed him off.

"Baxley," I shouted, "I'm trying to help."

"I don't want your help!" he shouted, "I can take care of myself."

"Oh really?" I said standing up and gesturing to his sweatshirt, "it looks like you're doing a pretty good job of it."

Baxley tried to stare me down or up...whatever, but his muzzle slowly broke and he started to sob again, "I'm sorry," he murmured and I got down on my knees and handed him the paper towels and he started with the feathery down that was plastered to his head. Then he did something I didn't think he would do and lunged for me and wrapped his arms round me and sobbed into my chest. I was shocked, I didn't know what to do other than to wrap my arms around him and tell him that it was going to be ok.

I looked down at the dragon and this time I did remember something. Me, in the same exact position only without anyone and rage plumed in my stomach. Those assholes! I gritted my teeth. Do they not know when to stop! Do they have any conscious at all that tells them when they have crossed the line!

"Who did this to you?" I said a little more forcefully than I wanted to, but it didn't matter because Baxley didn't hear me.

I gently pulled him up to his feet and he pulled away from me and blew his nose and looked at me, "What did you say?"

"Who did this to you," I said in a more sympathetic tone.

"I don't know," he took a few deep breaths, shaking a bit, "I don't know his name, but he was a rhino."

"Noah," I growled under my breath, "I guess he's picking up Chad's bullying duties."

"What?" Baxley asked as he swiped another tear from his muzzle.

"Don't worry," I said, "here, you can have my sweatshirt so you won't get laughed at when you leave and so you can to go get some lunch." I pulled off my black sweatshirt and handed it to him. "And here, give me your wet cloths, I'll throw them in the school dryer so you can go home with them."

Baxley looked at the sweatshirt and back at me, "Are...are you sure?" he said and sniffed.

"Yeah," I said with a warm smile and with that Baxley went into the stall to change and in a few minutes I was holding his sopping wet cloths.

"Thanks Max." he thanked me as I handed him back his sketch book.

"Don't worry about it. Just don't go into the bathroom when the rest of the football team has their shlongs out to piss. They get a little homophobic."

Baxley blushed a little, "Um..." he started, "are you...homophobic?"

I blushed and before I could answer Baxley turned bright pink and bolted out of the bathroom. I shook my muzzle and started the walk to the locker room.

***

I peeked into the locker room to see if it was empty and was satisfied to see it was deserted. I slinked over to the laundry room behind the showers and opened up one of the unused dryers and threw the sopping cloths in it and I turned it on. They might shrink, but they were a little baggy before, and at least he'll be going home with dry cloths.

I went to go sit on one of the benches to wait for the dryer to do its job, but I was left with my thoughts and rage rocketed through me again.

"Those fucking assholes." I growled, heat rolling out of my muzzle, the air around it rippling from the sudden rise in temperature, "How could they do that to the new kid? How could they do that to anyone. To take something so precious to him and just throw it in the toilet, rejecting him and hurting him just because he saw your dicks when you were showing them off."

I looked down at my paws, curled into fists and I gently relaxed them, the marks in my palms from my claws slowly fading as I let my rage subside for a minute, only to have it bloom in my chest again. That's when I realized that I needed to take down the football team, whatever it takes, and now I have the power to do it. I felt a wicked grin slowly spread across my muzzle as my paws made fists again. They are going to pay for every last thing they did to me, and for every last thing they did to everybody who wasn't popular. I couldn't help it, but I gave off a dark chuckle.

"What's so fucking funny Max?" I jumped out of my skin, that voice.

"Brian..." I breathed out the name.

"Yeah faggot." He growled and snorted. I turned to see him standing in the doorway wearing some gray, baggy, basketball shorts and a yellow tank top.

"You putting more of your gay shit in our underwear," he growled as he started to walk over to me, "to fuck me up more?"

"Brian, what are...." And my tongue dried up as I looked up at the teen titan. He looked down at me with rage in his eyes and grabbed me by my white t-shirt, his massive hands grabbing a fist full of my shirt and his tick nails scratching my chest through the fabric. With lightning speed he threw me against the lockers with a loud bang.

My head rolled for a minute, my vision fogging over and my ears ringing before everything came back into focus, only to have Brian's hand shove something in my muzzle.

"The fuck did you do with your underwear?" he shouted shoving the fabric in my face.

"Brian...Mmm!" he muffled me with my underwear. I bit down on Brian's fingers and he shouted in pain and banged my muzzle against the locker again. I saw stars for a minute before things became clear again. I had to stop this before he scrambled my brains!

"What did you do to me!" he shouted.

I spat out the underwear, "I'll tell you," I gasped, "just stop."

"So you did do something." He sighed in relief, "how do I stop it. How do I stop the dreams, the urges? Tell me now!" he demanded.

"Let me go and I will." I gasped. Brian looked deep into my eyes, his eyes filled with rage, but he seemed to put two and two together realizing that if he beat me to death he wouldn't ever get his cure. The vice of Brian's hand relaxed on me and pulled away.

"Fine," he snorted.

I pulled away and coughed a bit, clearing my throat and gasping for air. I gave myself a moment to take in the situation, and it didn't look good.

"I...I need a moment." I gasped out.

"You don't have a moment fag." He snorted, "tell me how to reverse this now or I'll fucking beat your brains in."

"If you so much as lay another hand on me you'll never get your cure." I bluffed. I don't even know if there was a cure.

"Don't threaten me Max or"

"Or what?" I spat at him, "Or what?" I said in a more exasperated tone, "You'll beat me up? You'll drown me in a toilet? You'll beat my brains in? Is that it?" I stared him down.

"Whatever it takes to beat the cure out of you fag." He growled.

"Ha," I laughed at him, "I don't think you appreciate the gravity of the situation Brian," I said with as much much bravado as I could muster, "you can't get what you want unless I give it to you, and there is only one cure."

Brian's eyes darted around, looking at me at every angle to see if I was bluffing and I couldn't help but smile as the hope was slowly draining out of his eyes.

He gave a snort and looked back at me with his own bravado, "Where is the cure?"

That's when I formulated my plan. It was so simple. I had ample amount of pheromones from this morning with Baxley. I gave a sly smile and pointed down to my jeans.

"It's in my underwear." I looked at Brian expecting him to call my bluff, instead he lunged at me and grabbed at my pants, tearing off the button and breaking the zipper.

"Where is it, where is it!" he shouted as he grabbed the elastic of my underwear and yanked it till it tore off and my cock flopped out, the pre from before releasing itself out into the air and as soon as I smelt it I heard Brian give a loud whinny and collapse onto the floor with my torn underwear in his hand, shoving it into his muzzle.

"Oh God!" he moaned, "It's so much better when it's warm!" he rubbed it against his muzzle, snorting and taking in deep breaths through his nose.

I gave a sigh of relief, "Oh, that was too close." I leaned back against the lockers and slid down till my legs were on either side of Brian as he shoved the underwear into his muzzle.

"Oh boy," I chuckled, "what Nathan would give to see this."

Brian stopped his sniffing to look up at me, "What on earth did you do to me? Why do I want it so bad? Why...do I feel so bad?" I saw a tear slowly rolling down his muzzle.

I chuckled and stood up, "Because I'm giving you the feeling of empathy Brian. You see, I've hit what you might call dragon puberty. The thing is, anyone who breaths in my pheromones becomes my servant, but you, just because you resisted so much, you'll be my little slave."

I lifted my foot and put in on his muzzle, pushing down and grinding into his face. Instantly I heard him moan, his shorts tented, his thick massive monster of a cock pushing the fabric to its limits.

"Oh Maxter...oh Master!" he groaned and started to lap at my foot, his flexible tongue slurping and lapping up in-between each toe and his fat lips kissing and sucking at the sole as I continued to grind it against his muzzle, "It smells so good!" he said with a nicker.

"Good," I growled as I curled my toes to scratch his face with my toe claws, " then you know your place as a good bitch."

I felt him give a shiver and gasp, responding much quicker to my pheromones than anyone else ever has, "Yes, Master," he continued to worship my foot as I leaned into him, "I'm your subby little bitch, yes!"

"Don't get so excited bitch," I said lifting my foot up and stomping down a little and grinding my foot into his muzzle and I was rewarded with a gasp of pain, "you've been a bad, bad bitch lately."

He started to whimper, "I'll do whatever it takes Master," he begged, "I'll be your good little bitch. I'll flex for you." He said, his muscles rippling as he rolled his pecks under his shirt, "I'll lick your feet clean? I'll even," he took a deep gulp, "bend over for you. Please master, anything for your forgiveness." He started to whimper again.

I gave a low growl as my member grew up to full mass, pulsing and bobbing in the air as I leaned down to look at my horny and desperate bitch, "Is that so?" I asked and let up off his muzzle and went over to sit on the bench.

I looked over to Brian and he was on his knees looking at me with pleading eyes and I gave a growl, "Do I have to tell you how to do everything! Get your bitch ass over here!" I shouted and he was over in a flash, his speed amazing.

I grabbed onto that mane of his, my claws digging into the flesh beneath the fur as I guided him to my cock, "Suck it bitch, and don't you dare hold back. If you want your master's forgiveness you better suck like a pro."

Brian didn't waste any time and instantly went down and sucked up my cock to the hilt and even took in my sack without even gagging once. I let out a cry and stomped my foot in the sheer pleasure of having my cock taken in so fast. Pleasure shot through me and down my sack and up my spine and a massive wad of pre shot down into Brian's throat and he greedily gulped it down. His fat lips stretched out as he pulled back and sucked hard on all my inches, never once letting any part of my onyx member out of his maw as he did so. He pushed back down, shoving his nose into my groin and taking in my scent before he sucked down hard again, pleasure shooting through me.

I threw back my head and moaned out, "Fuck!" as I grabbed onto his ears and started to forcefully thrust into his muzzle, Brian not missing a beat as he sucked hard each time I pulled out and letting me enter him freely with each forceful thrust in. I shivered and my wings furrowed as pleasure tingled up my spine and through the tips of my wings. I slowly laid down on the bench, Brian desperately sucking on my cock the whole time sending untold pleasure through my meat stick.

Brian snorted in delight as he inhaled my crotch musk once again and he gave a low whinny. I arched my back as I fucked into his muzzle, my legs pushing together to force him down on my cock and to wedge that suckling muzzle in-between my leg muscles. The feeling was amazing, to have this kind of power of such a stallion, such a brute, such a stud. I gave another rock of my hips before I laid back down on the bench and pulled Brian off of me by pushing against his chest with my foot. He flel back on his ass and I sat up. I looked down at Brain, his legs spread and cum dripping down his shorts. He must have came when he was sucking me, the thought of making the studliest guy in school bust a nut by sucking me off made me moan a little.

"Okay slut," I said as I spread my wings to make myself look bigger, "strip for your master. Rip those cloths right off your chest."

Brian didn't waste any time, he grabbed his tank top with both fists and pulled. His muscles corded and his shirt resisted for a minute, before tearing in two, his muscles freed from the confines of his shirt. He still let the tattered shirt hang on his frame like a sexy vest as he stood up, the limp fabric sliding off of one of his arms and hanging limp on the other. He shook his mane and his shoulders, the muscle bulging and rippling with each movement and that did it for the shirt. The rest of fell to the floor in a heap as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic of his shorts and pulled, his pecks and abs bulging, the elastic stretching to the breaking point and beyond and with a snap, his shorts and jock strap fell to the floor, the elastic broken in a shear show of power.

When he finished, Brian was panting, and not from tearing his clothes off. His massive two foot monster pulsed with its faired tip oozing cum from its slit. The molted shaft was dark brown on the bottom and bright pink on the top and his sack hung low with two massive orbs sloshing with seed. I gasped at the sight, the massive sex machine in front of me panting, and awaiting my orders, and I knew just what to say.

"Does my little slut want to be ridden?" I said as I stood up and walked over to him, sandwiching his cock between his chest and mine, my cock pulsing against his searing horse flesh. I reached around and grabbed his bubble but and he let out a loud whinny.

"Yes Master!" he shouted, but that's all he did, he didn't dare move without his master's order.

"Then get on all fours bitch," I growled and gave his ass a slap and he obeyed without question, "lets break this horse." That's when I formed an idea and I reached down and picked up the shredded tank top. I looked back to see Brian on all fours, his tail brushed to the side as one of his hands fanned his butt cheeks for me to show his pulsing pucker, his shaft pushing against the tiled floor.

I gasped at the sight and my cock shot a rope of pre across Brian's back and he whinnied in delight at the warm liquid and he shook his ass back and forth enticing me to move forward, his fingers spreading the tight wring of muscle farther open for my inevitable entry. I blinked and growled in pleasure as I griped onto the arm holes of the shirt and twisted it up so it was a taunt rope. I threw it forward over Brian's head and he looked at it in confusion.

"Bite on it slut." I growled, "If I'm going to ride you, you'll need some reigns for me to hold onto."

Brian shivered and brought his muzzle down and pulled the rolled up fabric into his maw and bit down on it. I growled in delight as I positioned my head between those thick fingers. I pushed forward and Brian tensed up, waiting for the entry, but I pulled back, my barbs digging into his fingers and pleasure poured through my body, my sack tingling with what would have been one of my old orgasms. When I pulled away, Brian snorted and pushed back and my cock slid up on the back of his hand. I gave a feral hiss and slapped his ass hard, my claws digging into the flesh beneath the fur.

"You'll get my cock when I decide you'll get my cock slut!" I growled and jerked back on the reigns making him arch up a bit and whimper.

"Now," I growled, "are you going to be a good horse?" I growled as I kept the tension on the reigns with one hand and kept my claws imbedded in his flesh with the other.

Brian whimpered out an "Uh hu." And I let up on the reigns and grabbed my achingly hard cock and repositioned it again at his pucker and pushed forward, my cock leaking pre fast enough to lube it up as I started to pry open my slutty pony. I shivered as the cold air brushed against my nipples and as soon as I knew I could push my tip in without guiding it, I moved my paw to play with my nipple, the nub of flesh burning with arousal and already leaking out juices as I teased Brad with less than the tip of my cock.

"Oh that's a good little pony." I say as I push my tip into his tight pucker, the muscle yielding to its master's desires as I continue my way forward.

Brian let out a whinny and his ass clamped down on my tip, pleasure rocketing through my shaft and through my sack before making my body shiver in pleasure. My hips gave an unexpected thrust forward as my body involuntarily moved towards the pleasure, the feeling of my barbs sinking into my bitch sent untold pleasure flooding through me, making my body thrust again, and again. I was quickly humping into my little horsy slut, riding him like a champ.

"Gidiup." I growled as I slapped his ass, and as soon as I did he started to counter thrust, forcing his own ass farther and farther apart as he let my rod pry him open, his cries muffled by the reigns in his muzzle.

Brian started to gyrate into his counter thrusts, his hungry ass desperately trying to please his master as I worked my rod deeper and deeper into the virgin bitch's hole. His body shivered, sending vibrations down my sensitive rod and making every small movement heaven. My muscles tensed and I felt a pre orgasm rip through me, my pre shooting up into my steer's ass. Brian whinnied and reared up, his cock spewing his seed all over the floor, shooting into the showers five feet away.

My muscles started to relax, but they felt tighter somehow, I looked down to see that as they relaxed, my muscles would push out and roll on more muscle, I looked on in shock as my muscles grew before my eyes, my veins pulsing and cording over them pulsing power just beneath the scaly flesh. I growled and as soon as I did I felt a shot of pleasure run through my wings, each fingered tip bursting with pleasure like some orgasm that had been building since Friday and finely overflowed. I gasped out and flapped my wings, stretching them out, and out and out. My wing span stretching to new lengths as the pleasure bloomed from them.

It didn't take long for the pleasure to subside enough for me to turn my head and see that onyx claws had formed on the tips of each of my wing's finger tips and on the elbowed joint. They felt different somehow though. I folded them back up and I looked closer at the elbowed joint and saw that there were two claws. I focused on them for a second and I blinked in surprise as they twitched. I instantly felt the nerve endings in my wings shift as I could manipulate the small claws on the joint of my wings as if they were primitive hands. The rest of them just looked like bad ass spikes, but I felt a sort of power run through me as I observed my new wicked looking appendages.

I gave a wicked chuckle as I launched my new claws forward and sunk them into Brian's shoulders, the claws twitching a bit with unused muscle, but they hooked on as I grabbed onto his hips, his reigns still in hand, and thrust wildly into him. Brian gave a surprised snort then started to pant as he realized his work wasn't done.

"That's right Brian," I growled, "keep working that slut hole you call an ass. Soon enough you'll get what's coming to you." I gave his ass another slap and he snorted as his muscles bulged and corded up with power, working to pleasure his master and tear apart his ass in the process, "A nice big sloppy cum drop in my new cum-dump." I growl.

Brian's ears twitched and he let out a moan, muffled by the reigns as he snorted and worked harder, bucking his body back and forth as he desperately worked my shaft, the barbs digging into his flesh and scraping against his prostate. Brian's cock never stopped beating with arousal after his orgasm, it kept its iron hard state straight through, fueled by the feeling of being a good little bitch, of having my cock up his ass.

I growled as I let go of his hips and pulled back on the reigns, making him rear up as I thrust into him over and over again, his tight hole milking my cock and making it pulse with vigor. The pleasure was reaching its paralyzing point, I wasn't going to be able to keep this up. I started to thrust wildly into Brian, my cock tripping over its signals as I forced them out with each thrust, the pleasure coming in bursts and making my thrusts irregular and animalistic as well as my heart beat against my chest with a driving force. I pulled harder on the reigns, making Brian rear farther up, and I kept pulling until I rolled onto my back and he rolled onto my cock and going balls deep with an loud slap.

I panted, trying to catch my breath in the musky air, but as I got up to talk to Brian, my nipples brushed against his fur and I let out a cry as pleasure rolled through my chest.

"Fuck!" I cried out in ecstasy, my body tensing up as the mere breathing motion Brian made sent bolts of pleasure through my chest as his fur moved and brushed against me. My body started to tense up all over, my body barely able to move, but I managed one quick motion to tell Brian to get his ass moving, literally. I gave his plump round ass a quick slap and he instantly got the message as he arched his back and started to ride like a bucking bronco. He whinnied as he rode my cock, the member scraping his inner walls, his movements so fast that he inverted my barbs so that they were constantly pushing against his love tunnel. I let out a moan as my hands moved to my nipples, the light touch making me tense up, my back arching and my wings furrowing in pleasure. I was getting close, so fucking close! I could feel my edge coming and it was going to be massive.

Brian didn't let up for a second, as a matter of fact, he sped up. His agility was astounding, and it only built as he poured it on. I opened my eyes to look down my chest, the muscles pulsing and twitching all over my body as they prepared for orgasm, my sack slowly drawing up as I watched my hips involuntarily piston into Brian's ass, his hole contouring to the exact shape of my shaft as it worked its way in. With a final thrust I felt it, my arms and wings snapped to attention as they wrapped around Brian possessively, as I came.

Once again I was floating in that world of white, pleasure humming in my ears as my cock throbbed and filled my new bitch with seed. I looked down to see my cock the member pulsing a bit and growing out a bit longer as the barbs got a bit longer and thicker and a new set of barbs started to form just below the first ring, energy pulsing through them as I filled my new bitch.

My vision started to clear a bit, the blinding white becoming a thinning fog as colors and shapes took form again. I felt Brian on top of me, his back fur matted down with his sweat and my nipple's orgasm. I felt Brian shiver and the motion sent aftershocks of pleasure down my cock and I did the same as I felt the cool tiles beneath my back.

"That's a good bitch." I moaned as I pushed up on Brian and he rolled us onto our side, his ass cheeks clenched tightly together to keep my cock imbedded in his ass.

"Oh Master," he moaned, "that, that was amazing."

"Of course Brian," I started, "being fucked by your master is the most pleasurable experience you will have from now on as you work for my forgiveness."

Brian shivered and whimpered a bit, "I...I thought that you forgave me when you..."

I growled, "You'll know when you've earned my forgiveness."

He snorted in a sighing fashion, "Okay Master," he said, "I understand."

I pulled out of Brian with a squelching nose and Brian kept his pucker clenched tight to keep my orgasm inside, but despite his hold a little dribble of cum ran down one of his plump ass cheeks. I then got up on my feet, my knees shaking a little bit as I worked my way over to the wall and I felt Brian's big hands steady me as he walked up behind me. I looked up at the monstrously huge teen and smiled a bit.

"Thanks," I breathed, "let's go take a quick shower, wash off the smell of sex."

Brian nodded and scooped me up in his arms with a big grin on his muzzle as he carried me into the shower to clean up.

"I'll make it as pleasurable as possible for you Master." He said as his bare feet slapped against the floor.

***

After another orgasm and a real shower later, I told Brian the ropes of being a servant and what he could and couldn't do while we were in public. He was reluctant that he couldn't worship me in public and that he had to treat me like normal, but he eventually saw reason.

It was about the end of eighth hour and I was still carrying around Baxley's cloths. It turns out that we only shared first hour together. I was thinking about how I was going to get his cloths back to him, but I kept missing him at his locker. I never knew you could just talk to any girl and find out who's locker was who's, it's strange what information they knew, I barely knew Vanessa was my locker neighbor.

I was gathering up my English homework and I overheard something about the Cobb brothers and that I could find them in the parking lot after school. Hopefully I could catch them before they left. I heard the bell ring and the other students flooded out of the room and I left at the back of the line. I rushed to my locker and all the while I kept hearing the buzz of the Cobb brothers and the parking lot as I dialed my locker combo without having to take a questionnaire this time.

It seemed like everyone was headed to the parking lot to get a word in with the Cobb brothers before they left. I hadn't even met Baxley's other brothers, apparently they were his adopted brothers from the one of the refugee camps up at the North Pole. I can only imagine what hell they went through before they the Cobb family brought them down from that frozen hell.

I closed my locker as I grabbed some notebooks and shoved them into my back pack and started to jog down the halls to get to the parking lot, the halls were already thinning. I didn't want to miss them. I burst through the double doors and was instantly saw the ring of students crowded around a jeep that wasn't normally in the parking lot. I gripped tighter on the cloths feeling a little self-conscious about giving back clothes to another student, but I shrugged it off and started to walk over.

As soon as I reached the ring of people I started to wedge and weave my way between the crowded bunches of people. I reached up till I was about two or three rows of people away from breaking the ring when I saw them. The two polar bear Cobb brothers stood by the jeep wearing some khaki shorts, blue flip flops for their massive bare foot paws, and black tank tops that contoured to their wash bored abs. They were hot! They didn't even have the stereotypical bare belly was gone and replaced with massive pecks and eight packs easily visible through their thick fur and shirts. Bothe had a pair of sunglasses, one had his drawn over his eyes and the other had his on the top of his head.

The two were standing with their arms crossed and their teeth bared, "Just apologize Noah." One of them said to the rhino on the other side of the circle, "and we can all go home tonight with all our teeth in our maws."

"HA!" Noah blurted out, "your brain must have been fucked up by the high altitude up north in your igloo. I have no idea what you're talking about. Whatever that fag is saying he's lying."

"I guess the little fag needs a couple of body guards for nude models to get his rocks off!" Nick said, his cheetah pelt shimmering as always.

The other brother uncrossed his arms and got down on one knee, "Just remember you two asked for this." He growled as he put a fist to the ground.

"Oh," Noah started, "What are you going to do, surrender us into submission, Bradley!"

"Nope," the other bare said as he took a few steps back, kicking his flip flops off, "we're not going to waste time knocking you out. We need to get our little bro home before dinner."

I instantly saw what this was, it wasn't some greeting in the parking lot or some welcome party, this was a fight. The brothers were going to get their asses kicked; Noah and Nick had the rest of the football team behind them, including Mike, Mick, and Brian. There was no way they were going to win. I wanted to stop it all, but I had no idea how, that's when I saw a tuff of blue feathers flash out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at the jeep, Baxley in the back seat, curled up in the fetal position, his water damaged note book next to him.

I started to make my way to the jeep, pushing through the crowd as quickly as I could. I pushed up against the black hull of the vehicle and maneuvered my way around until I was pushed up against the side door. I looked into the car, Baxley curled up in the back seat, his chest lightly heaving from sobs as he tried to hold them in. I instantly felt bad for the guy, his brothers were going to get creamed and their lives at school would be over before they even started.

"Baxley," I whispered, but he didn't hear me, "Baxley!" I whispered again and this time he heard me and his head jerked to look at me, his eyes were wild and fear flashed through them, probably in fear of being seen crying. As soon as he saw it was me he calmed down and sniffed and wiped his face.

"You have to stop them! They'll bust them to pieces!"

I looked at him in concern, "I don't think anything can stop them," I said in a sincere tone, "but the football team is mainly just bravado. They won't actually do any real damage."

Baxley shook his head furiously, "No, I'm not worried about Bradley and Clovis. I'm worried about what they'll do to them!"

I was a little shocked and I looked up just in time to see Clovis make his move. He ran forward and looked like he was about to trip over his brother, but he ran up his back and jumped off his shoulder! He built up so much speed so quickly it was almost unbelievable as he soared through the air headed straight for Noah and Nick. Clovis roared as his massive frame bore down on the two jocks, shading them in his jump and coming down on them in an aerial clothesline and bringing them down to the ground. Before I could see what happened Bradley had already did the same maneuver only jumping more forward and tackling the rest of the team behind the two and making them fall like bowling pins in some hell bent game of leap frog! The last jock standing was Vincent who was standing off to the side and Clovis got up, ran and jumped off of his brother and used the extra momentum to swing his foot paw out and nail him right in the face in a flying kick.

The entire football team was brought to the pavement in less than ten seconds. The crowed that had gathered was completely stunned. Nobody moved as the two brothers got up and snorted, the jocks recoiling in surprise. A dark grin took on the twin's muzzles as they got up and brushed themselves off. They then both walked back to their side of the now broken circle, picked up their glasses and put back on their flip flops in the stunned silence.

"You're driving," Bradley said as he pulled a key chain from his pocket and threw it to his brother already walking to the other side.

"Kay," his brother replied as if nothing happened.

They both grabbed onto the open frame of the jeep and climbed into the car effortlessly and buckled up. They both looked back at Baxley to see if he was buckled and I froze in fear, desperately hoping they didn't look at me, but of course they did. Their muzzles moved in unison as if they were one being and it kind of freaked me out.

"Hey!" Clovis said behind the wheel, "your Max, right?"

I only managed a nod.

"Thanks for helping out our bro earlier today," Bradley chimed in lowering his glasses to get a better look at me, his warm blue eyes smiling at me, "if you ever need help with these jack offs, you can come to us."

"Yeah," Clovis added while turning the ingestion, "any friend of Bax is a friend of ours."

I just nodded again and the two pulled their glasses back over their eyes and the car started to roll forward and I managed to pull my feet away just before they would have gotten crushed by the wheels.

Bradley turned and looked back at the still stunned football team, "Don't mess with the Cobb family you fuckers!" he shouted and flipped them the bird before the tires squealed to life and bolted out of the parking lot.

I stared dumbfounded as the car rolled off and turned a corner, disappearing. Suddenly I felt my back prickle; I turned to see the crowd looking at me, as if I had some unknown answer to give. I looked over to see Noah and Nick were out cold and the rest of the football team was recovering. Jordan came running up with a few teachers behind her ready to break up the already ended fight. Then, as if like magic, as soon as the teachers got there the students came back to life and the crowd roared with questions.

"How do you know them?" one person asked me and I was bombarded by another question before I had time to answer. I instantly felt claustrophobic and my wings sprang to life. I felt them down stroke and I felt myself push the crowd away as I lifted myself into the air. Again, the crowd froze to look at my assent as I pushed off the ground and gained altitude. The awe was soon replaced with excitement as paws pointed into the air and gawked at me. I saw a few phones whip out and I knew instantly Muzzlemedia would have a few new pictures tonight. I groaned as I started to break away from the crowd and got myself moving towards home. I never thought I would be running away from a bunch of people ready to chase me like this.

I looked down to the blue sweatshirt and T in my paw and cursed at forgetting to give them back.

***

As soon as I landed down in the front yard, I saw Ajani talking to two men in suits. It looked like Ajani had been laying in a newly woven hammock in the front yard when two men in a black car rode up and came to talk to him. I quickly walked over to see that it was two men, one a raven in a black and silver tailored suit, his black wings folded behind him, and a rather old looking baboon who was hunched over in a brown suit.

The raven was the first to see me and started to ignore the conversation in French that Ajani and the baboon were having.

"Max!" he exclaimed and Ajani and the baboon turned to look at me.

Ajani's ears perked up and his tail lashed behind him and he got up, "Max!" he exclaimed happily, "You're home!" he gave me a big grin, "Told you guys he would be back soon, if you want some privacy I can just keep reading my book out here while you three talk." He gave me a wink and pulled up an old book that read The Scarlet Letter and I instantly recognized it from my dad's collection of personal and original print volumes.

"Yes," the baboon said in a rather gentle tone, "why don't we, um, take this inside." He said gesturing towards the house, a brief case in his paws.

My eyebrows knitted and I looked at Ajani, and he gave me a smile and gestured towards the mansion as he opened his book again and started reading. They mustn't be hostile if Ajani let me alone with them.

"Okay," I said as I walked to my home, "what's this all about?" I asked as I moved onto the house.

"Well," he baboon started, adjusting some wire rimmed spectacles on his muzzle, "we come from Maximilien Enterprises."

"From my father's company?" I asked as I opened the door for the two and let them in.

"Yes," the baboon said as he entered the house, "but where are my manners. Um, I am Jonathan Tutsi and this is Manson Crow."

"I know," he said waving his taloned hand, "very fitting name for a raven."

I saw the humor in the raven's eyes, but I still had questions, "Well, why are you here, if you don't mind me being frank that is."

"Not at all," Mason said in an understanding tone, "we are actually board members from the company and we would like to discuss something with you. Something rather personal."

"Okay," I said as I walked into the dining hall, "but I don't see what I have to do with my father's business. I have no say in what he does." I got that feeling again, that aching feeling that I was forgetting something important.

"Well, that's just it Max," Jonathan said, "why don't you sit down son."

I sat down, but I felt as if something was off, and I felt a bit of worry as Mason sat down in the chair opposite me.

"This is isn't easy to say Max," he started and fear instantly ripped through my heart, they found out about my powers, they know I can control people with my seed and they want my power to use as...

"You're parents are no longer with us Max." he said, his talons gently holding onto my paw and he let the information sink in. I instantly felt relief flood through me and have confusion follow soon after.

"Yeah," I said in a confused tone, "they went on a cruise on the Concord Ship Liner."

"Max," Jonathan started in a sympathetic tone, "the Concord Ship that your parents were on was sunk by terrorists."

"What?" I said, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"There were no survivors." Manson stated.

"No," I stated, "no, that didn't happen...I would have known if a ship sank...I..." and my memory came flooding back. The cruise liner sinking into the inky black water, the last gasps of air from the ship frothing the surface of the ocean as the iron hull of the ship sank to never be seen again. I felt every muscle in my body tense as my heart stopped. My eyes widened as my paw gripped onto Manson's talons, as if they were the only things holding me together.

"Mom..." I whimpered out, "Dad..." I watched my paw as the rest of my body shattered.