Chapter 1 - The Beginning(Obviously)

Cold, harsh, winter swept over this small town. The local school, K through twelve, was barely two hundred students. The local supermarket sold fireworks in the parking lot during the summer. In the spring and fall, the nearby park was the scene of many picturesque picnics. During the winter, the snow was often thick but shoveled neatly. 

A very quaint town, seemingly perfect. The homes were all sizes and shapes, but almost all of them were well taken care of. A perfect little town to raise a family, where everybody knew everybody and the local police and firemen could spare a minute to say hello.

Thomas, ridiculed in his last school, was moving to this new town. His parents had feared their son was going to turn into a psychopathic monster if he stayed in the previous school, so with a few months of preparation and many tear-filled goodbyes they set off to this new town. 

The town's name was "Eluforde". A strange and gibberish word, it was just a little too foreign sounding to be a real town. Nonetheless, the crime rates were low and people were happy there. An oasis in an otherwise barren wasteland it seemed. Tom thought it just didn't add up, something had to be wrong with this place.

The family's van pulled up into the driveway of a rather large house, three stories tall and rumored to have a basement and a pool in the back he could swim in during the summer. The house, itself, was painted rather vibrantly in a strangely beautiful shade of royal purple. It was an absurd color that somehow fit the scheme of the town. During the summer, the grassed was supposed to be a deep green, which to Tom sounded like it would make the house look like a giant Easter basket.

Tom's knee was hurting a bit, a little stiff and sore from sitting so long, so he stepped out slowly and carefully while his parents seemed to scurry about the vehicle in a rush to get in and out of the cold. He gave a yawn and padded slowly over to the front door, leaning on it with his cheek pressed against the cool exterior.

The door felt like metal, which felt great against his fur after being cooped up in the suffocating heat of the overheated interior of the van. The heat of the van made him uncomfortable and not just because of his fur or his abnormally high body temperature.

"Are you okay sweetie?" his mother asked, noting her son's distress. He merely nodded, then motioned with his paw toward his knee. "Your knee acting up again? Poor dear, Mark let the pup in so he can rest would you?" Mark, a large male arctic wolf, nodded quietly and shambled over to the front door to let Tom in. 

Once the door was open, he took a few steps in then stood there quietly. Mark grunted softly before softly speaking in a deep tone "Second floor. Down the hall. Third door on the right." Tom nodded and limped up the stairs, his tail dragging the floor tiredly. 

When he was in his room, he looked around to see everything in the place his parents wanted things to be. It was against his personal taste, but he would fix that later against his mother's complaints. Janet fancied herself a fashion expert, which she was nowhere near but at least she aspired to keep things tidy to an extent.

Closing his door, Tom let out a relaxed sigh and straightened up his posture a little. He padded over to his familiar bedspread dotted with cute little fox silhouettes that Tom insisted on in place of the floral print that he would've gotten if his mother had had her way. 

He sat down on his bed and immediately set to relieving his pent up stress. His paw slipped into his pants and stroked his sheath, his shaft springing to life almost immediately. He wasn't exactly truthful to his mother, his knee did hurt but his shaft hurt more. Unzipping his pants he pulled them down a little to free himself, a rather heavy set of balls hanging below his sheath threatening to knock down small buildings if he were ever startled.

He cupped his sac gently with one paw while the other stroked up and down his vividly red penis. Pre dripped down the underside, his knot already partially swollen. It was something he kept secret as best he could from his parents, though he had been found out by his peers one day in a rather horrible locker room incident. Though the details never made it to his parents, they knew something bad had happened and they decided that school just wasn't for them.

His shaft throbbed, and the underside of his sac was getting damp from the heat and sweat and sexual fluid. He had overactive testes and prostate coupled with being a teenager which made things hard for him, all too literally. His body was buzzing, his knot completely swollen, and his heavy nuts were taut against his groin. He stopped suddenly, panting. As much as he wanted to finish, making a mess of his clothing would be suspicious. Already, though, he felt the pain in his crotch with his orgasm denied so rudely. 

Opening his window, he looked out to make sure nobody was around to see. It was a weekday afternoon, so there shouldn't be anyone around. He sidled up to the window and rubbed his sixteen and a half inch dick until he felt his body give, his body spasming as thick stringy ropes of cum shot out the window to the ground below. When he finished, he stood back and closed the window and pulled the blinds shut. 

Feeling more clear headed, he blushed a little as the damp spot in his pants he'd created but figured the dark denim material would hide it like it always had. Laying down, he felt himself become drowsy from his afterglow and decided nobody would mind if he took a nap. His chest itched a little, but it wasn't enough to make him want to move.

He put his arms behind his head and rested on a pillow, a relaxed sigh escaping his muzzle as his eyes drifted closed. He could hear his mother outside, berating his father over placement of a few boxes. He could hear some bird singing a sad lilting tune outside. It all seemed... too quiet.