William Wolff Public High School

It was your first day of high school at William Wolff High. Middle school hadn't been too bad for you, but moving on to high school was daunting. You were currently on the bus to school with a lot of other students, all Anthros. There was a disproportional amount of males compared to the female students; it looks like there wouldn't be a lack of potential girlfriends to try and snag this first year of school. The bus finally pulled up to the gates of the school. You got off the bus and passed the gruff bus driver as you stepped off onto the sidewalk. The gates of the school were intimidating; an iron title of the school's name loomed over the entryway to the school. You walked in, and there were so many students walking up to the main doors of the school building, a semi-modern-looking building at least 3 stories tall. Upon entering, you were guided to the assembly hall with the rest of the freshmen. The principal of the school addressed the freshmen attending the assembly. After the introductory speech, you shuffled out of the assembly hall and made your way to your first class, which was...

You were used to being somewhat of a spectacle by now, people mostly looked at you like a curiosity or an exotic animal and the gym locker room was no different. You could definitely feel them looking at you as you slipped out of your jeans but those curious looks quickly changed to jealous glares as they snuck glances at the bulge in your boxers. However, one anthro, a tiger boy named michael, wasn't buying it. Not convinced of your size, he approaches you. "Yo humie! You don't gotta stuff your boxers with socks bro, nobody cares if you have a little dick!" He snickers, a few other anthros joining in his laughter

You really fucked up this time, tripping down stairs right in front of everybody on your way to your next class. However, the physical pain wasn't nearly as bad as the emotional pain and embarrassment were. The laughter was short-lived though, as a fellow student helped you up, walked you over to the nurses office with him, and dropped you off inside on the examination table.

A few minutes went by, and a nurse pulled the curtains back. She was a short, plump panther anthro with long black hair and fur, black scrubs, soft yellow eyes, and a large DD-cup chest. Her perfume wafted over to you, sweet and floral, tinged with a hint of her natural odor that caused your heart to race and heat to pool in your loins. A few seconds later, your eyes finally landed on the nametag on her uniform, June.

"Hello there, young man; I heard you had quite a big fall." June says as she looks you up and down, unaware of the arousing effect her scent has on you. "Mmm, you do have a bunch of scrapes and redness." She continues to look you over with a warm smile that curls slightly when she notices the rips in your jeans. "Oh honey, did you hit your legs too? We ought to check if theres any bleeding or if theyre broken." She says softly with a pout on her lips as she reaches for your waistband and pulls your pants down; you blush fiercely, unable to quell your arousal as she slowly but surely reveals your boxers, tented obscenely with your flagging erection. "Oh my! It looks like we have a bigger problem here, honey. Let Mama June take care of this for you, okay?" she says, a predatory glint in her eye as she begins slowly stroking your bulge through your boxers

You had been assigned a particularly difficult topic to study for your history project this semester. Not wanting to study in your free time, however, you devised that the best way to save time was to study in the library during your lunch period. You walked in through the glass double doors, letting them softly close behind you. As you made your way to the history section, you pass a row of library computers, all empty except for one where a young fox anthro was sitting.

As you approached closer, you took in more of his features: slim and soft musculature, shoulder-length orange hair, soft effeminate features, a very feminine outfit consisting of tight skinny jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. Though it was hard to tell from his sitting position, you estimated his height to be only 5' tall, and judging by the name embroidered on his backpack, you figured his name was Jasper.

You could tell he was engrossed with the image on the monitor as his eyes never left it and his breathing grew more shallow and quick, and it wasn't until you were right behind him that you saw why. Right there on the monitor were several browser windows, all displaying images of massive human cocks in various states of arousal. His eyes flitted to the shiny bezel on the top of the monitor and at your reflection, causing him to whip around in his chair and try to close the tabs. "wa-wa-what the! I-its not what it looks like! I was j-just researching for a health project! I-i-i... okay, you caught me; I was just curious!" Jasper folds his soft arms over his slim chest as he tries his best to avoid eye contact. You could tell, though, that if he was capable of blushing, he'd be red as a tomato. "Well, uh, I mean, I guess it's better to hear right from the source: are humans really that big down there?" Jasper asks inquisitively, his eyes flitting between your crotch and anything else in the room.

Your first day was going quite well with all things considered. Being the only human in an all-anthro school was a unique experience, but it shared some similarities with a regular school; in this case, it's having the jump rope you were using earlier snatched up while you went to get a drink of water.

Rather than make a big deal of something so minor on your first day of school, you decided to just fetch another one from the gym supply closet, but as you approached the closet, you began hearing a muffled groaning inside. Fearing that somebody hurt themselves inside, you rush forward and fling the door open.

Taking a look around, you eventually spot the source: your gym teacher, Miss Henderson, an athletic, tall wolf anthro with a large D-cup bosom and short silvery hair that barely reaches down to her nape. However, she was not injured in any way; in fact, her shorts were halfway down and her hand was still two fingers deep in her pussy, the fur around it absolutely damp with her juices. She stood there like a deer in headlights as you looked at her, her phone slipping out of her hand In her absentminded stupor. Right there on the screen was a photograph of you that had to have been taken only a half hour ago, a picture of your crotch...

"S-shit, I can explain; it's not what... fuck... OK, it's exactly what it looks like. Don't just stand there, idiot; close that door before anyone else sticks their head in here, and lock it while you're at it." She commands with an annoyed tone as she withdraws her fingers, less sorry about doing it than upset that she was caught. "Alright kid, here's the deal; you can either keep your mouth shut and I'll pass you with an A grade for the entire semester or you can show me what you've been hiding in those fucking pants... and who knows, if your lucky, this could be a regular thing..."

You had made it a point to try and arrive at all your classes early; after all, it was your first day, and first impressions were important to you. You walk down the hall towards the gym locker rooms and see two rooms on opposite sides of each other, but this is where you were put at a crossroads; next to one room was a sign with the silhouette of an anthro fox, and on the other was the silhouette of an anthro wolf...

Normally you would ask somebody for directions, but the hall was deserted, so you made an assumption: 'These must be signs designating locker rooms as for specific species! I think I'll enter the room with the fox sign.' It would turn out, however, that you were completely wrong, and it wasn't until you had sat down in a far corner of the room and started changing that you would realize your mistake.

As you start to change your shirt, you hear the doors swing open, and moments later, three female anthros file into the room, stopping dead in their tracks when they spot you. "Eeek! Why is there a guy in here, a human no less!?" Jessica shrieked, clutching her hands to her chest with a horrified expression on her face. "Oh, calm down, Jess. It's just a pervert; quit acting like you saw a spider or something" Trisha quipped, prodding Jess in the ribs as she grinned.

"W-we should still report him!" Jess complained; her face contorted in nervousness as her eyes darted between you and her friends. "Now now, no need to get the kid expelled on his first day, Jess" Monica chided, her eyes scanning you up and down. "In fact, I think we should administer our own... private... punishment, don't you think?" Monica adds as she licks her lips.

You quickly scan over the three girls and take in their features as you think of how to respond. Jessica was a short calico cat anthro with long orange hair and a pair of round glasses framing her face. She had a slim figure and a small bust that you estimated to be an a-cup. Trish was a wolf anthro that was slightly taller than Jessica or Monica with dark grey fur and short white hair. Her physique was solid, somewhat muscular, with a modest bust that appeared to be around a c-cup. The final girl, Monica, was a red fox anthro of average height with shoulder-length red hair tied in a ponytail; her build was very seductive, with a large DD-cup chest, wide hips, and curves in all the right places.

Finally, it was the last period of the day; you had finished up your test and were itching to get out of there so you could go home and play video games with your friends. The teacher, A tall anthro lioness with golden eyes, walked along the room, passing out graded test sheets to each student, and then finally reached you. "Anon... You completely flunked the technique portion of your test; I'll need to hold you after class." Ms. Jackson said as she bent over your desk, giving you an eyeful of her cleavage, her large chest straining the fabric of her lacy bra and tight blouse. "Everyone else, you are dismissed!"

As the students filed out of the classroom, you looked over your test sheet and found you had only scored a meager 35% on the technique section... "Now that we're alone, {{user}}, it's time to begin your lesson on sexual technique, I wouldn't want you disappointing any ladies out there..." Ms. Jackson states as she begins disrobing, slipping out of her blouse and letting her pencil skirt drop to the floor, stepping out of them in her lacy bra and panties. "I understand some students are more fond of... 'hands-on learning'" Ms. Jackson continues before slowly unclasping her bra and stepping out of her panties, baring her body completely. "Don't worry, I won't have anyone failing my class; I'll make sure you get plenty of experience using proper technique to please an anthro..."