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The Principal

Coulter DarkClaw

"Guy..." I moaned through clenched teeth as the spines of his feline shaft dragged against my anal walls. They were fully erect now, their owner having just dispensed a full load into my passage. He pulled out slowly, trying to ease the discomfort of those needle-like spines as they dug into the flesh. "Leave...mrph...it be. Let it settle down first." I asked.

He looked at me slightly concerned, "will you be okay?" he asked,

"Hun, I've mated with a lion. I can handle your spines, I'm sure." I chuckled. Sometimes reminding him of my ex helped to put an immediate stop to his erection. It always made me laugh. And per usual, his cock neatly and painlessly slid out of my ass. I groaned as I felt the sticky mess that already began to leak out. "Goddamn, man. You cum so much."

"Uhuh, fluffy cums a lot, too. Look what you did to the bed," he pointed out.

Indeed our bed was a complete mess. My cum soaking into both my belly fur and the sheets beneath me. I looked up at him as I removed myself from the mess. "Y'know dear? I could always top..."

His glare told me all I needed to know. It wouldn't change the mess on the bed, I knew, but it was something that I'd always wanted to do since way before we started consistently doing anal. "Yeah, and we thought we'd need a speed dial for the ambulance with my spines. You will destroy my hole with that grapefruit of a knot!" he chuckled.

"I know..." I trailed off, not exactly wanting to drop the conversation but couldn't figure away around my knot.

As if to derail our conversation and my line of thinking, in the next second my cell started playing the theme to one of my favorite video games. My ring tone. I picked up the device and answered, noting the phone number was that of the school where Anabelle and Paulus went. "Hello, Professor DarkClaw's phone, this is he." I said into the microphone.

"Professor, I have your children outside in my waiting room. I've just had some words with them. The two cubs were just fighting in the middle of class. Over something so juvenile I am appalled."

"Ah Principal Wilson, so good to hear from you. As serious as I know you all take this, Mr. Wilson, I have only two questions. One: Who started the fight? And two: Did either of them use their claws?"

"From what their teacher explained to me, I gather that Paulus was the one to throw the first punch. I however confirmed that it was Anabelle who instigated the fight. She just kept whispering to him. What she was saying the teacher couldn't confirm, but I have my guesses."

"I'll head over right away, Dr. Wilson. Should I bring Guy as well?" I asked.

The reply was short and simple, "Yes, please do." before he hung up the phone.

"Who was that, dear?" Guy asked simply.

"You heard my half of the conversation. It was Principal Wilson, Anabelle and Paulus got into it again. It turned physical. He wants us both down there." I replied getting up from the bed going over to the closet and grabbing a nice collared shirt and some slacks. As I walked back over to the bed I leaned over and kissed my tiger. I sat down and began working my digitigrade paws through the wide leg-holes of the pants I had selected.

"Wait a sec, meek little Paulus?" I nodded in response, "Paulus certainly has some surprises."

I harrumphed before getting up, fully dressed, and headed for the door in our house.

***

"I must apologize about the call, gentlemen, but your children have been becoming more and more antagonistic toward one another in classes. I hope you realize that we consider physical violence a grievous offense of the school's code of con--"

"Dr. Wilson. Paul. While I agree that the children must be punished, I actually have to point out to you that to me this is a massive bit of growth for Paul's self esteem. To beat him down excessively is something that I'd rather try to avoid, here. I will discuss why what he did was wrong with him, and there will certainly be some other form of punishment, but consider that this is the first time Paul has ever stood up to his sister in any form. We must consider how to proceed carefully."

The aging horse sighed deeply, "Has he begun to fly, yet?"

He hadn't tried, to be honest I think Paulus viewed the limbs as more a built in shield than actual forms of locomotion. He was just so shy. He barely ever tried to even speak to me. I had broached the subject with him on two separate occasions and got nowhere. He just didn't express any interest. However I knew that it would require some work. "I'm most certainly going to discuss it with him. I might actually call upon Benedict for this one."

The dragon was a long time family friend. Since the incident with the football player at the university, he'd been practically like an uncle to the two cubs. They called him as such still. It was actually quite adorable. "What do you think, love? Should we discuss this with Benedict as well?"

His fur seemingly absorbing the light filtering in from the large window behind the desk. He nodded his assent. He was being quiet. "Can you do anything to that end, Dr. Wilson? We just don't know how to get him to want to fly. I mean Annabelle was a terror, but she can fly and hide her wings without issue now. But every time we try to teach Paulus he just curls into a ball and won't budge."

"Dr. Alluvinder. We are not responsible for teaching one of their natural abilities. I do agree with the Professor, though. Dr. Spenser may be of great assistance for this particular topic. He may be able to help Paulus overcome his insicurities." The great palomino stallion agreed, "On the topic of Paulus' and Annabelle's fight. They will both be suspended for two weeks, no argument. I apologize, the school has a no tolerance policy for these things."

"As much as I hate it, I have to agree that this is the correct course of action for you, Dr. Wilson. You have a school to run." I replied, "don't worry, they'll be getting some discipline at home, as well. I guess we shall bid ye adieu, Doctor."

"Doctors, I hope our next meeting is on better terms." the stallion lifted himself from the chair with little effort. His golden fur shimmered from the light as he held his arm out for a shake.

I grasped it in my firmest grip and gave it a quick shake. "I, as well, Dr. Wilson." and with that my studly tiger and I exited the office to gather the offending yowens and take them home.