The older wolfboy had hoped to sneak discreetly back into the changing area and get out of the baby-float he had had so much fun splashing around the pool with, he hoped that he would be able to evade his younger nephew, who was supposedly just getting ready to go into the pool, as he was sure he would laugh mightily at seeing the older boy still wearing a swimming aid meant for downright cubs around his waist.
He snuck into the changing area, but just as he entered, there was his nephew sitting on the changing table ready to be taken out into the pool, pearls of laughter emanating from the small wolfcubs muzzle, the older wolf feeling himself blush tons under his fur, looking down at the floor in shame and with ears laid back, he was littlerally swimming in humiliation.
Art by Zorro Re
5 years ago
16 Feb 2014 22:39 CET
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