CLANK!

“Now stay, pup!” Mitchell shouted from the other-side of the metal locker door, laughing as I heard his footsteps moved away.
The doberman was a good six inches taller than me with a lot more muscle, so it’s not like I could have fought back anyway... Pushing against the locker door, my small paws made little to no difference to the cold metal door in the dark. I could feel my throat beginning to feel tight, as I pulled at the collar of my lavender turtle neck. 
Three months! I’ve been here for three months, and I’m still hated enough to be bullied. Who even gets shoved in lockers anyway?! That’s supposed to be TV stuff!
A whimper escaped from my lips, as I felt tears begin to dampen my fur. I hated tight dark places, they scared me, and it’s exactly where I was stuck. I tried to control my breathing, not be terrified, but locked in here like this it felt hopeless. These past three months have sucked, I thought that maybe with Pawstone being canine only, I’d have an easy chance of fitting in. But it didn’t work that way, instead I’ve been bullied pretty bad these past months, mom tried to say it’ll get better, but I’m starting to doubt that ever happening. As I tried to control my breathing, tried to stop my tears, I could hear all the other kids passing by, their shadows flickering through the vents holes in the locker door. I’m not sure if they just couldn’t hear me, or they simply didn’t care. If they did, they probably didn’t want to be part of undoing Mitchell’s work..That doberman is such an asshole!
rattle rattle 
My ears perked up as the locker door in front of me rattled, as someone was attempting to open it. I could finally get out!

“Hayden..Is that you again?” a familiar soft voice called from the other-side. “I could hear you whimpering from down the hall.”
“Noel, just get me out of here please!” I replied back in a whine.
Noel has been my only friend so far, he was he same age as me too, the spotted multi-colored brown mutt had been the only one to try to be my friend, all the others kids had been nice, but none tried to get to know me. Other than Noel, Mitchell was the only one to pay me any attention, and that was only to bully me.
“I think...I got it!” Noel exclaimed, as I heard the metal clink before finally the door opened up.

Sun and florescent light hit me, excitedly I jumped out of the locket and threw my arms in the air. The fresh air smelled so good, even in the school halls, compared to the cramped locker I was just in. Nearly jumping at him, I threw my arms around Noel, embracing him tight against me, feeling his soft furred lithe form against mine felt calming. “Thank you so much!” I felt Noel tense for a moment before letting out a laugh.
“Come on Hayden, we’re gonna be late for English!” escaping from my grasp, Noel took off running down the hallway towards our English class.
Watching Noel duck off into the class room, I stood still, standing exactly where Noel left me in the hallway. Noel was great, and I’m glad I had him as a friend, but I think I maybe I should try to actually make friends. Maybe then someone would have let me out of the locker soon…
Making my way towards my class, I counted the tiles under my feet, checkering from white to black and back. Reaching the door to the class room, I opened the door to a class room full of canines of all kinds right around my age chattering away before the lesson began.

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Opening the front door to my home, I let out a sigh. Today was exhausting..
Setting my backpack down beside the door, I looked around the living room, the hallway adjoining it, all dark. Why are all the light off? Turning right towards the kitchen, I peered around spotting the entrance to my mom’s room, also dark. I felt my ear droop as disappointment set in, mom isn’t here again. Turning around to go back to the living room, out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a sticky note stuck to the fridge.

“Hayden - 
       I’ll be out for a few hours, and won’t be back until past your bedtime.
There’s dinner in the fridge, ice cream in the freezer. Try not to stay up to late.
          AND TAKE A SHOWER

-♥Mom”

She’s out a lot lately. Probably just out on more dates, trying to replace dad! I felt my eye swell with tears as my chest felt heavy with annoyance, maybe even anger. I wanted to tell her about my day..
Walking through the living room to the hallway, I pulled off my turtle neck and unbuttoned my jeans as I flicked on the bathroom light. Kicking my sneakers off, I slipped my phone from my pocket before tossing it onto my bed in the room directly across the hallway, I pulled off my jeans and threw them and my shirt into the hamper beside the tub.
A shiver ran through my body, the house was warmer than outside, but late November chill still crept in without the heat being turned up higher. Bending forward, I pulled down my briefs before stepping out of them. As the chill air hit my sheath, I laughed as I watched it give a small jump in response. 
Turning the faucet I watched the water spread from the shower head with the sounds of rushing water, quickly beginning to steam as the temperature grew, adjusting the cold water I got it to a comfortable temperature and stepped underneath the water instantly feeling my fur mat down.
I wish dad was here. Dad always wanted to listen to my stories. Dad never left me alone… But mom never used to leave me alone either… I tried to picture my thoughts as dirt on my body, tried picturing them being washed down the drain with the rest of the water, but it didn’t work. Grabbing my favorite shampoo, lavender and sage scented, I lathered my fur and made sure to scrub my body everywhere I could reach. Starting first at my head, I scrunched my ears up in my paws making sure they were clean before moving down my neck to my chest. Grabbing another dollop of shampoo my paws roamed lower, running along the V line of my hips, before moving to my sheath. Lightly grasping my sheath with my paw, I gave it a few stroke up and down, watching as it grew soapier my body suddenly shivered as I felt a tingle inside of it, stopping my strokes, I took a moment to process the feeling..I felt kind of good. Slowly I began to stroke my sheath again, grasping it a little firmer in my paw this time, pulling it up and down, a small sigh escaped my lips as I felt that tingle again but this time I kept moving my paw up and down tugging at my white sheath, as my sheath slid up and down the feeling grew stronger. With the water from the showerhead above me washing away the soap along my body, I could see my paw and sheath emerge from the soapy lather, but also the pink tip of my dick poking out, contrasting brightly against my white fur.
Huh? It’s never done that before… I thought as my paw drew still in place.
Making a mental note to possibly try more of that later, I turned the faucets off and reached out of the shower along the wall to find the towel hanging up. Wrapping the towel around my shoulder, I stepped out of the shower and stepped in front of the mirror before starting to dry my fur, glancing down I could see my white sheath no longer had the tapered pink head sticking out of it like before.

Feeling sufficiently dry I let the towel drop to the floor, walking out the door to my bedroom, once I range I leapt into the air, landing spread eagle onto the bed. Motionless, I laid there just enjoying the feeling of the cool air on my still slightly damp fur. Reaching for my phone, I swiped to unlock it and glanced at the time in the corner reading out 6:37pm. Opening my texts, I went to my messages with Noel, sending him a quick “hey”. I wasn’t really sure what to say, but I feel kinda lonely and wanted to know I had access to someone to talk to.
I suppose if I really needed to I could call my therapist, mom said I was allowed to call her anytime, even had her personal number. Though I always got the feeling I should only use it in “emergencies”, what adult wants to be bothered by some twelve year old at random hours anyway? My phone finally vibrated, letting me know with a popup that Noel had responded, I immediately swiped to open the message up.

“Hey Hayden! Sup?”
                                                                                                    “Nothing really. You?”
“Ate dinner. Mom made baked macaroni!”
                                                                                    “I haven’t had anything yet...I’m actually home by myself.”
“Cool! I never have the house to myself. Whatcha gonna do?”
                                                                                                      “Don’t really have anything to do…”
“Get your homework done and play some games!!!”
                                                                                                      “Yeah probably lol”

Noel doesn’t understand...But I’ve never told him either I guess. I don’t want to be home by myself, something he looks forward too, I want my mom back.
Rolling to the edge of the bed, I let my legs drop off and my feet hit the ground. Walking through the darkened house, I went to where I left my backpack, opened it up and shuffled through it til I found all the homework I had for the weekend. Holding the stack of homework in my paw, it felt a bit thick, but I knew I’d get through it easily enough. Making my way back towards my bedroom, my eyes glanced back and forth throughout the house, empty houses always felt eerie when you didn’t want to be alone.
At least when I’m by myself, I don’t have to worry about clothes.
Getting comfortable on my bed, I started slowly working away at my homework beginning with the maths, and carried on from there. With each passing question and answer, I felt more and more tired, I could even feel my eyelids droop, each time harder to open than the last…

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Startling awake, my eyes shot open as I looked around the room, I knew I had heard something. I stayed as still as I could while my ears flicked back and forth, trying to pick up any sounds I might be able to hear. My ears shot directly directly forward as I heard the creak of the front door, shortly followed by laughing in a familiar tone, and then what sounded like stumbling as there were missed steps and a thump on the wall.
Sounds like she got drunk again...I wonder if she drove herself home.
Tapping my phone lay beside, the clock read out 3:56am. Letting my body relax, I laid my head onto the pillow, listening for a moment to the sounds of her stumbling to her bedroom through the kitchen. With a sigh, I closed my eyes, and tried to sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day, and Monday would be an attempt at a new me.