"...Sure..."
I didn't have a reason to say no. In my eyes I had failed, and I could only hope my teacher was able to prove to me that everything would be alright. My tail started to wag as I kept my thoughts to the teacher. He made me so happy earlier, so he had to be right. Everything was going to be fine. Everyone was going to be happy. Holstein gently scratched behind my floppy ears, it tickled, and it got me back to being the happy dog I was supposed to be.
"Follow me, Jeremy, I've got a lot to show you."
We left the classroom and went back to the school halls. The game and reality merging at an alarming rate. No longer was there any sign of the building I was used to. Just the unfamiliar stone structure, and the various races in it. An orc in nothing but a loincloth chased after a hobgoblin who was holding his axe. The brute tackling into the goblinoid, taking back his weapon, and embracing his fellow monster in a kiss. Just down further from that, an elven mage is practicing enchantments on their friend. Runic magics being inscribed on the gnoll, hiding beneath the fur, and trading the intelligence in his eyes for muscle in his body. Then even further, one of the werewolf jocks is showing off for his fey girlfriend. Flexing, howling, and placing a claw on his jockstrap to give his girl a good look at his lupine pride. Not that he has to do much for it, as the already flared and knotted cock is starting to tear out of his clothes.
Seeing one of the werewolves takes me back to the mission. I was going to free these werewolves, but should I? That jock seems like he is having a good time, maybe Sam is too- Sam? He's running straight to me from down the hall. In his hybrid form, and with arms spread wide. My heart skips a beat, stance low as I sprint off on all fours then adjust to two legs mid charge. Colliding with Sam, my fat stomach jiggling against his sporty form. My paws scratching at his back, his claws scratching at mine. It doesn't even cross my mind that he's a werewolf, that he's one of the coaches packmates. I'm just happy to be with my friend, and to be a good dog.
"Jeremy! Holstein called me. Said you were having problems or something?"
"Yeah, well. No. Yes and no. I was. Just don't know. I ah."
It was both nervousness and excitement. Was Sam going to try and turn me into a werewolf? What was he going to do? I heard hooves move behind me and looked back to see my teacher walking closer. The minotaur crossing his arms and watching with a smile. It gave me the confidence I needed, put me back into action as the excitement took over again.
"Are you happy? It's just so different being a werewolf so I wanted to ask."
"Hell yeah, of course I am. The guy are sick, practice is sick, coach is a stud. It's the life man, it's why we're trying to make everyone into werewolves!"
Was this Sam talking, or whatever he had become? I wanted to believe it was him, but there was still some doubt.
"How about you and your bull over there. Words already going around that you treated him to a good time."
I tense my ass just thinking about it. That thick bovine cock filling me up, as I sat still and obeyed. Acting like a good boy should and giving as much pleasure to my teacher as possible.
"Yeah! He's amazing Sam! I didn't know he was so strong, and sexy, and smelled so good!"
I sniffed the air, catching that natural and hardy musk of my obsession. It started to get me hard again, and my eyes drifted back to my teacher.
"We were going fishing after this, right Jeremy?"
We were? Oh right! We were, after class he said it. My mind made up the scenario. Holstein whispering into my ear after he climaxed, letting me know that we needed to go relax by the pond, and start my training! That's right, someone like me needs some training! My daydreaming broken by Sam bumping his chest against mine.
"Have fun, Jeremy! I'll catch you later, coach has a lot of training set up for us too."
"Alright Sam! Have fun!"
I really was happy, as was everyone else here. Maybe this wasn't too bad.