“Seton Academy: Join the Pack!”  GTS Fanfiction

Summary:  A fanfiction involving the male lead, Jin Mazama, and the main female lead’s older sister, Ferryl Ookami (Ranka Ookami’s big sister).  Inspired by the 4th episode of the series anime, where Ferryl makes her debut to the school’s cooking club.

Note:  I haven’t found any official data on Ferryl’s height.  Some websites list her as being 4.5 meters tall, or 14 feet, 9 inches tall, so that’s what I’m going with for this fanfiction.  Any other data about her is arbitrary on my part, so there.  If you want to learn more about the “Seton Academy'' franchise, read the manga or watch the anime.

Characters

• Jin Mazama: Male human who is a student at Seton Academy, a school full of anthropomorphic animals (both male and female).  He doesn’t particularly like animals, though he is very knowledgeable about many of their weaknesses, instincts, habits, etc.  Enjoys cooking in his free time.  Has a crush on the school’s lone human female student (Hitomi Hino).  Ends up becoming acquainted with the female wolf student Ranka Ookami, who in turn develops feelings for Jin (declares Jin as her husband/mate) and also roped into being part of the school’s cooking club as the lone male member.  Short, brown hair and brown eyes.  *I’m putting his height at 5’9” tall in this fanfiction, which is admittedly a bit on the tall side for a Japanese male, but that’s what I’m going with.
• Ferryl Ookami:  Anthropomorphic wolf girl and Ranka Ookami’s older sister.  14’9” tall.  Strong build and sizable bosom (*I’m guessing she’s around an F-cup in the size department).  Like her sister, Ferryl has long pink hair, a furry wolf tail, and golden-yellow eyes.  Also has wolf fangs and long, sharp, claw-like fingernails.  Normally wears an all-blue traditional long-sleeve, sailor-style school uniform with a skirt going all the way down to her shins.  Dotes ferociously on Ranka to the point of being assumed a “siscon”.  Supposedly grew to such a towering height by giving Ranka her coat during their younger years living in the snowy mountains of their homeland; by a comical anime interpretation of Bergmann’s Rule, she ended up growing rapidly within a few years to her current size (and by extension limiting Ranka’s growth too).  Known for her ferocious strength and tough, domineering personality.  Leads a pack of all-male wolves; desires to bring Ranka back into her pack.

Disclaimer:  I do not own “Seton Academy: Join the Pack!”.  The manga is the creation of Bungo Yamashita and published by Kodansha (former)/Shogakukan (current).  The anime was produced by Studio Gokumi and is licensed by Crunchyroll.  This fanfiction is merely for entertainment purposes.  You can call off the lawyers now.

That lays out the background setup of this fanfic.  Hope you enjoy…

“Ugh…can my life get any worse?” muttered Jin Mazama as he walked down the halls of Seton Academy.

Just yesterday, Jin made the acquaintance of Ferryl Ookami, the older sister of Ranka Ookami.  It was quite an introduction, given that Ferryl literally kicked in the clubroom door of Seton Academy’s cooking club when she - and her gang - stormed into the clubroom.  

Within seconds, the cooking club had been swarmed by a large pack of male wolves, all of them having black fur and dressed in matching black school uniforms.  One of them had a cross over his right eye and initially seemed to be the leader of the gang, but that assumption was dispelled soon enough when Ferryl made her way into the classroom, ducking under the nine-foot-tall doorway to enter as she rose higher and higher.  Mercifully, the school’s classrooms had twenty-foot-high ceilings to accommodate the larger and taller students, so her head didn’t end up making contact with the ceiling.

Initially, the meeting started on a light-hearted note when Ferryl picked up Ranka and affectionately greeted her with wolf kisses, which consisted of playfully licking one another’s mouths for several seconds.  Once that was out of the way, Ferryl stated her reason for her visit.

“Leave Seton Academy and come back home, Ranka!”  Those were Ferryl’s words to her younger sister.  When asked why she demanded such a thing, Ferryl explained that since they were both wolves and siblings, it was only natural that Ranka stayed by her big sister’s side as her right-hand woman, given how tightly-knit wolf packs tended to be, especially among family members.

Of course, Ferryl was quite surprised when Ranka told her that she had no intention of coming home or joining Ferryl’s pack, declaring that she had formed her own pack consisting of the school's cooking club, with Jin as her mate.

“Jin and I have exchanged the vows of husband and wife!” Ranka happily declared to her sister.

“That never happened!” Jin replied instantly, wanting to dispel any idea that he and Ranka were an item.

“Husband and wife!?” Ferryl slowly growled in response.

Hearing all of this made Ferryl fly into a rage, with the towering wolf girl instantly reaching down and gripping Jin’s school uniform with one hand and lifting him high above her with one arm, using almost no effort.

“HOW DARE YOU!!?” Ferryl roared as she hoisted Jin up, his feet dangling more than ten feet off the ground as he suddenly shot up in elevation.

“Talk about brute strength!” Jin grunted.

“I’m sure Ranka objected and you forced her!” Ferryl growled, her eyes glowing with animalistic fury as she bared her fangs.

“Try the exact opposite!” Jin shot back, not backing down in spite of how dire the situation was looking for him.  You had to give the man credit; even when faced with serious bodily harm, he still had proverbial balls of steel to talk back like that.

“Onee-chan!  Stop it!” Ranka cried out, her voice laden with worry.

“This chimpanzee really means that much to you?” Ferryl asked, looking way, way down at Ranka, who - standing at a whopping 3 feet tall - was shorter than Ferryl’s knees.

“Yes, he is!” Ranka cried out with tears in her eyes.  “So let him go!  Please, Onee-chan!”

Ferryl simply stared down at Ranka with a cool, calm look on her face for a few seconds before making her next move.

“Very well then,” Ferryl sighed as she closed her eyes, acquiescing to her little sister.

A second later, Jin felt himself suddenly falling abruptly.  Thinking he was going to have a rather unpleasant landing once he made contact with the floor, Jin closed his eyes and braced for impact, when suddenly he was caught once again by the armpits as he dangled in mid-air.  He could tell that he descended by a few feet, but his feet still hovered over the ground by a good five or six feet from what he wagered.

Opening his eyes, Jin saw that his face was now level with Ferryl’s own larger face.  The older Ookami sister was now holding him with both arms, her hands secured underneath his armpits as he hung in mid-air at a lower elevation.  Ferryl opened her eyes as she stared directly at Jin, her voice becoming much calmer this time around.

“You…will join my pack,” Ferryl declared matter-of-factly.

“Huh?” Jin mouthed in disbelief, clearly not believing what he just heard.

“It’s necessary,” Ferryl explained, “since Ranka doesn’t want to leave you.”  While Jin found this turn of events better than being mauled by the gigantic she-wolf, he wasn’t exactly ecstatic about the idea of becoming part of an all-wolf pack.  He already had his hands full dealing with a variety of different animal girls in the cooking club, with Ranka being the biggest headache of the group, in spite of her small stature.

A second later, Ferryl had adjusted and changed her grip on Jin.  With natural flow, she adjusted her grip on him, with Jin going from being hoisted up by the armpits to having Ferryl’s large arms wrapped around both his torso and arms, pinning him firmly in place as she snuggly held him against her much larger body.  Soon enough, the young man was held (against his will) in the embrace of the towering she-wolf as she firmly secured him against her torso and chest.  During this time, Jin couldn’t help but notice that Ferryl also had a rather sizable bosom, given the massive mounds that were pressing against his torso as she hugged him against her.  He knew that at bare minimum this towering amazon was at least a D-cup in the bosom department if she were around his height, but it was quite possible that she might be packing an F-cup for all he knew (her uniform was deceptively slimming).

“I never thought…I would befriend anyone who wasn’t a wolf,” Ferryl muttered in a nervous whisper, hugging Jin more firmly against her body with his torso pressed all the more into her bosom as she brought him closer to her.  As he got closer and closer, he could make out a rather distinct blush on Ferryl’s face.

“W-wait a second,” Jin muttered nervously as he started to sweat a little, “what are you about to do?!”  His face came closer and closer to hers, taking in her lovely features and breathing in her aroma, which turned out to be more pleasant than what Jin expected from a wolf.

Even so, bearing all that in mind, Jin had a pretty good idea of what was coming down the line for him, and he was pretty sure that involved his mouth and Ferryl’s tongue at a bare minimum.

“Jin-kun!” said a nervous Hitomi Hino, the lone human female member of the cooking club, as she reached out towards him in hopes of stopping his lips from being assaulted.  A second later, a wall of Ferryl’s minions formed between her and Jin.  There was no way that Hitomi - or any member of the cooking club for that matter - would physically intervene in what was about to happen.

“Don’t worry,” Ferryl replied in a seductive semi-whisper as she cupped the fingers of her right hand around Jin’ jawbone, drawing his face closer to hers all the while, “to make sure you join my pack too…”  The distance between their faces shrank all the more with each passing second.

“I’ll make you a male.”  Ferryl whispered those last words with a profoundly seductive charm, like she was some kind of professional lounge singer ready to lock lips and engage in a tongue war with the man currently ensnared in her arms.  By this point, Jin’s and Ferryl’s mouths were just inches away from one another, the large wolf girl opening her mouth and her tongue playfully dancing about, ready to violate Jin’s lips at bare minimum.

To an outside observer with fetishes involving furries and/or giant women, it would be amusing enough for there to be some sexy saxophone music playing in the background as they daydreamed about the idea of the guy being devoured (symbolically, not literally in this case) by the towering she-wolf, wondering if things would move beyond kissing into more adult-rated territory.

“Jin-kun!” Hitomi cried out slightly louder at a higher pitch, worrying for his well-being as Ferryl brought her tongue just centimeters away from Jin’s mouth at this point.  It seemed clear enough that she was rather hellbent on effectively “claiming” Jin, at least to the point of officially inducting him into her wolf pack.

‘Dammit!  I don’t want this!’ Jin inwardly screamed, wanting to lock lips with only Hitomi and nobody else.  While he had to admit that this giant wolf girl did have sex appeal in her own regard, she simply wasn’t his “type.”  Jin really didn’t hide his mild disdain for animals, preferring to spend his time more among human company.

To be clear, Jin didn’t outright hate animals per se, but he simply couldn’t help but be wary of them in general, given the more troublesome parts of their instinctive nature, especially among the predatory and carnivorous types like bears and wolves.  That being said, he did start to open up and be friendly to some extent with Ranka, even though she was a wolf girl…and an occasional pain-in-the-ass from time to time with her overly energetic shenanigans.  But even so, Jin wanted to pursue a relationship with Hitomi and nobody else, and he most certainly didn’t want his lips being violated by this giant wolf girl out of the blue like this.  Unfortunately, she was simply too big and too strong for him to break free from her grip.  She was able to hold him in place easy enough with one arm while the hand on her other arm slowly forced open his mouth as she squeezed against his cheeks, despite his best efforts to clench his jaw shut tight.

It appeared that Jin was about to be subjected to a smoochfest from his amazon she-wolf when suddenly a high-pitched voice rang out in the classroom.

“STOP!” screamed Ranka, her voice echoing briefly in the classroom.  A second later, Ferryl halted her advance towards Jin’s mouth, with both she and Jin turning to face the tiny wolf girl who slowly made her way towards them.

“Even if you are my big sister,” Ranka continued, her head hung low so that her hair covered her eyes, “if you do anything else to Jin or my other friends…I’ll never forgive you!”  Ranka raised her head so that both of them could see the proverbial fire in her eyes as she stared daggers way, way up at her big sister.

“Never forgive me, you say?” Ferryl semi-growled in response, clearly not backing down from what Ranka just said.

Within seconds, the older sister was glaring down at Ranka, switching her hold on Jin to her left hand, firmly gripping Jin by his throat (though mercifully not squeezing his throat too much).  Everyone in the room could tell that Ferryl was downright PISSED at what she just heard Ranka say.  All of the cooking club members were shaking and sweating in tremendous trepidation.  Even Ferryl’s own underlings were rather tense, wondering just what their boss was going to do at that moment.

Ferryl’s eyes glowed red and her fangs bared for all to see.  In one swift motion, she slowly prepared her right arm, fingers slightly curled in a menacing position, aiming right for Ranka as she shot her right arm towards her little sister.

“How dare you speak to your elder sister that way!!?” Ferryl roared.

To her credit, Ranka didn’t flinch in the slightest as she held her ground before her gigantic elder sibling.

“If you don’t leave right now,” Ranka began, “I’ll hate you FOREVER!!”  Her voice briefly echoed throughout the clubroom as everyone in the room (Ferryl included) stood in stunned silence.

‘Are we back in grade school!?’ thought both Jin and Ferryl’s right-hand man, Kuromori (the one with the cross over his right eye).

“Boss,” said Kuromori, “what should we…DO!??”

Turning towards Ferryl, Kuromori’s voice changed from one of calm to one of alarm when he saw that his pack leader was reduced to a near comatose state from what she just heard.  The towering powerhouse known for her ferocity was in such catatonic shock from what her little sister just told her, her face practically drained of all color as she gazed off into the distance with a thousand-yard stare.

“She hates me…She hates me…She hates me…She hates me…She hates me…”  These were the words Ferryl quietly muttered over and over.  It was as if the will to live had abruptly left her body (in a rather comical, anime-like fashion).

“BOSS!” Kuromori cried out, clearly alarmed at her current emotional state.  Deciding to take command of the situation, he motioned for several of the other members of the wolf pack to get Ferryl out of the room to recuperate.  

“Retreat!” Kuromori barked out once more, serving as interim leader of the pack for the time being.

Within seconds, a dozen of the wolfmen were carrying the giant she-wolf out of the clubroom, mildly grunting at having to carry such a large person.

To be clear, Ferryl Ookami wasn’t fat or even overweight, not in the slightest.  She maintained a figure that was remarkably both fit and slim for someone of her size.  Given that she was nearly fifteen feet tall, it was understandable that she’d weigh so much relative to others around her, especially with the raw strength within those toned muscles belied by her remarkably feminine physique.

“And never come back!” Jin (dropped to the floor once Ferryl went semi-comatose) growled in response.  At the very least, he was free from the giant she-wolf, so he figured that he should be at least somewhat grateful to Ranka for getting him out of that bind.

It was clear enough to see that Ferryl Ookami had a soft spot for her little sister.  Despite the tough, strong persona she conveyed as the head of her own gang, she simply couldn’t defy Ranka no matter how much her younger sister defied her.  Jin caught onto that quickly enough once he saw both Ranka and Ferryl slobbering their tongues over one another minutes earlier.

‘She’s definitely a siscon, that’s for sure,’ Jin thought in hindsight.  ‘Only question I have after that is:  Does she love Ranka strictly as a family member…or is it something MORE than familial love?’

Jin paused in his reflection before rapidly shaking his head to clear his mind.

‘Best to not think about that sort of stuff,’ he decided.  ‘Don’t want to go down that rabbit hole.  That sort of thinking leads to nowhere good.’

………

Fast forward twenty-four hours later…

The next day after that little meet-and-greet between Ferryl’s pack and the cooking club (what Ranka referred to as her own pack), the usual school humdrum continued.  Jin was just wondering whether or not he’d end up running into Ranka’s big sister anytime soon, given how adamant she appeared about making Jin part of her own pack in order to have Ranka close by her side.  Given how enamored Ferryl appeared to be towards Ranka, Jin figured there was a good chance that might happen…and if not today, then probably in the coming days.

‘I just hope she won’t do something extreme,’ Jin thought to himself.  ‘Knowing her, she might send one of her goons to try and nab me when I’m not looking.  I mean, if she really wants to spend more time with the Dumb Dog [Jin’s nickname for Ranka], she should just be direct with her about it.  Hell, she’s certainly big enough to simply pick up her little sister and carry her off if she so desired…and who exactly is gonna stop her?  At her size, nobody but the biggest of the students would dare to get in her way.  Even most of the teachers would probably back down in her presence.  Only that one T-rex teacher might stand up to her, and even then it’s anyone’s guess on how a throwdown between the two of them would end up.’

Jin kept walking down the halls, hoping that at bare minimum that Ferryl or her pack would leave him alone for another day or two at bare minimum.

‘If it comes down to it, I suppose I could ask the dumb dog to step in and make her big sister back off.  She seems to be an ace-in-the-hole when it concerns her overgrown sibling at the very least.’  These were Jin’s thoughts as he navigated through the school’s hallways.

The way Jin saw things, hopefully he could just deal with the everyday humdrum of school life and whatever other minor shenanigans Ranka would rope him into.  While he found her antics to teeter between tiresome and vexing, Jin didn’t have outright animosity towards Ranka.  Hell, in a way, he almost admired her tenacity when it came to completing a task or trying to make new friends, given how starved for camaraderie she could be.

‘Maybe I’ll even make her a snack if she’s not a total pain today,’ Jin pondered.  Such a consideration was about as close to nice as possible in Jin’s case, given his unease and overall guarded disposition towards animals in general.

As Jin was rounding a corner in a particularly empty stretch of hallway, he was suddenly intercepted by a group of Ferryl’s wolf pack, headed by none other than her second-in-command.

“Human, we need to talk,” Kuromori said matter-of-factly.

“Really?” Jin spat back.  “Well, maybe I don’t wanna talk with you.”  He proceeded to keep walking, but was stopped in seconds by two particularly burly wolves.

“With all due respect,” Kuromori continued, “this isn’t a request.  We’re not really the “asking” type when it comes to this sort of thing.”

“You know, I could cry out for help,” Jin retorted.  “What you’re implying here is pretty much teetering on kidnapping.  All I have to do is shout out and sooner or later one of the teachers will be wondering what all the fuss is about.”

“You could,” Kuromori replied, cool as a cucumber all the while, “and a second later you’d have the wind knocked out of you when one of us hits you in your solar plexus and then hauls you over his shoulder before we make our escape with you in tow.  Truth be told, the only reason we’re not resorting to that method outright is because we’d rather do things more…how do you say?  Diplomatically?”

“It’s not really diplomacy if you’re not taking “no” for an answer,” Jin grumbled.

“Even so, we thought we’d offer you a choice:  Come with us on your own two feet or hauled around like a sack of grain.  Fair warning:  If we have to haul you around, we’re not exactly going to be…gentle about it.”

“How do I know you’re not going to harm me once you’ve taken me away to wherever it is you have in mind?” Jin spat back.  “For all I know, you’re gonna jump me and beat the living crap out of me once you have me in a more secluded spot.”

“Please,” Kuromori snorted, “if we REALLY wanted to hurt you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.  We’ve merely been instructed to find you so you can have a heart-to-heart with our boss.  Now, are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?  It’s your choice.”

The other wolves in the bunch were flexing a bit, some of them cracking their knuckles and grinning ever so slightly.  Jin could tell that they were itching for an excuse to punch him square in the gut and drag him face-down by the ankle to wherever they planned on taking him.  Given that he was outnumbered five-to-one, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to fight them off, and running away wouldn’t be a much better option, given how fast wolves can cover ground once they’re in full gallop when running [*Fun Fact: Wolves can run over 30 mph in short bursts!].

“Fine,” grumbled Jin.  “I’ll come along with you.  But if this is some kind of trap you have in mind, I promise that I won’t make this easy for you guys.”

“So long as you don’t try anything clever, you have nothing to fear from us,” Kuromori replied.  “Now then, follow us please.”  He gestured for Jin to follow after him as the other four wolves in the pack flanked Jin, making sure there was no chance of him successfully fleeing.

“After you,” Jin sighed.  Within seconds, the human student walked alongside his all-wolf escort down the school hallways to wherever this meeting was to occur, wondering just what words were going to be had between himself and Ferryl.