One of the first to leave the crowd by the lions is John. You saw him drawing some wolf pictures on his binder riding the bus and have a pretty good idea where he's headed. You walk from the middle of the group after John, who now seeing two people go the same direction follow you like lemmings.
Fortunately the forest and African exhibits are fairly close to eachother and no one else seems to have seen any other animals. You see John about twenty feet ahead turn at a 'wolf's den this way' sign, you and about fifteen of your classmates soon catch up.
"Hey John, what's with the hurry all of a sudden", by putting John on the defensive you know no one will expect you are there to watch, and everyone else follows suit with a similar "yeh?".
"hey Ty, I just wanted to see the wolves before we had to head back", John says as he walks a corner and looks into the wolf enclosure.
You round the corner with everyone else to see John peering over the rails with his mouth open. You notice that the enclosure is quite large, but mainly because it is divided by rail fences into subsections for mating pairs. You overhear a tourguide for a gradeschool class explain that when a boy and girl wolves are together they're both alphas, but a third wolf would, or omega, would cause fighting within the pack.
John moves moves his crotch around unconfortably, "check out that one by herself, I bet they're still looking for a mate for her". John runs along the rails and throws himself in a subsection with a lone bitch. Everyone follows him over while the other teachers try hurrying the kindergarten class out before John is killed.
"I wish the that bitch was in heat", you say to yourself. the wolf walks over to John and licks his crotch. John takes his shirt off and licks the wolf's muzzle, making her jump on her hind legs and make out like a person. John hugs the bitch below her forelegs and holding her up with her paws over his shoulders embraces her with licks and love bites. The she wolf now holding herself up John takes his hands and undoes his belt and zipper, revealing chestnut colored fur surrounding a shiny red penis.
A couple whoops and cheers erupt from around you as John quickly undoes his shoes and throws his pants off with breakneck speed, all the while remaining standing with the wolf. Johns freed hands now stroke through the wolves back and neck hair, causing her to spread her legs and raise her tail with arousal. John's wolf dick slid out another two inches, and he tried to impale the bitch from the front. She pushed with her forelegs and sent John on his back, presenting his furred sheath and wet dick to full view.
John's face lit up with joy as the she wolf licked his phalanx. She was ready, and turning around assumed the position of a bitch ready to start a pack. Got on his knees and carefully guided himself into her clit. He then got up a little, crouching on his ankles and grabbing her back, and thrust himself in.
"I wonder how much John really knows about wolves" you think to yourself. You then get an idea "I wish that John will no longer want to fuck this bitch because of my spell once he gets tied". John was still building up momentum, and the chestnut colored fur was spreading down the inside of his legs and up his belly, while different shades of grey hair covered his but and went up his back. Everyone was quiet now, rubbing themselves or against the railing. Then with a wet sounding "pop" John dove his wolf bulb into his bitch, sprouting his own tail and making him scream.
John was now aware of everyone watching and tried in vain to dislodge himself, using the very same motions generations of he-wolves had used to drive themselves further into their mates. "Get me out of Here! Get this bitch off ME!". His cries for help were met with laughter as his tail lengthened to over a foot long and fur covered the rest of him. His thrusting continued until the end of his nose turned wet black and pads formed like blisters on his hands. John then stopped himself "What's happening to me?, make it stop!". But inspite of his cries of protest, even standing still, John felt another wave of pleasure from his locked lover as his member released his seed, and panted heavily now that his skin couldn't sweat.
"Do you think that one of us should go down there and help him out?" said Mark as John started thrusting against the wolf again. "If he didn't like it before he's certainly liking it now" replied Patrick, "look at his face, it's like A Werewolf if Paris." John's panting was aided by a growing muzzle and ears, he had now been screwing this wolf for about the same time Dustin had his lioness. John let out a howl as his neck grew longer and new muscles formed on his back. His feet started forming claws and elongating, making it more comfortable to lean up against his bitch. His tail was now fully grown at two feet and wagging wildly when a zookeeper walked in.
Grabbing him by the thick skin at the nape of his neck she guided his body down onto the bitch. The zookeeper then grabbed his right leg too, and guided him around over the still happilly panting she wolf. John seemed calmer now as his shins shrank and rested end to end with the wolf on the padded balls of his feet. The zookeeper then put collars on John and the bitch, leashing them to opposite sides of the cage, before grabbing his cock and slightly lifting him up by it, yanked him from the she-wolf, causing a yelp out of both of them.
The zookeeper was kind of cute, probably a college student. John and the wolf were still panting but their orgasms were going down. John looked a lot like a timberwolf, except for that he still had thumbs on his paws and a mostly human structure to his chest and shoulders. The bitch was cleaning herself while John just sat there staring at the bitch and himself, cum still covering his crotch. The zookeeper took a washcloth and cleaned off his groin, John was looking at her both longingly and with shame but she didn't seem to notice. Untying his leash she pulled him up by the collar, "come on, let's call your parents and sort you out". It seemed surprising that John could still walk on two legs, but with a sudden jerk he fell on all fours before being led out through a maintenance door.
Listening to John no longer wanting, yet unable, to stop fucking the bitch was more entertaining than he'd thought. "Too bad that trick would only work on canines, but then again, some of the girls have been really bitchy too, and it might be fun to have a pooch screw some of them." Now there would be at least two anthros at the main office, should I go check on them or give them some friends?