A Special Education
Twist, a rodent high school senior, gets called in to after school detention by his draconic teacher, and is instead taught a much more useful education.
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The loud blaring of the school's infamous bell system, for some it was a blessing to escape from the hole of despair and misery that is school. For others, it is only a sign that more is soon to come. Twist, an everyday senior at Sternwood High, had received a not so subtle note from his Biology teacher that he was to come back after the last bell and serve a 4 hour sentence in what the school generously called 'detention'. Twist, in all honestly, the rat thought to himself, had not to the slightest idea what he had done to receive this unpredictable detention. The part that had his tail in a twist however, is that this singular detention would now ruin his before perfect record.
"Just great" he said aloud, to no one in particular since the hallway's normal inhabitants had all but disappeared. "Only 5 months until I'm out of this place and /now's/ the time I get a detention?" He explained frustratedly to himself.
There had been constant rumors around the school that Mr. Bernard, the previously mentioned Biology teacher, had... To put it nicely, 'interacted' with his students before, although the school hadn't caught wind of it as of yet. It baffled Twist how this could be the case if these rumors were true, and so he simply disregarded them.
One's mind cannot help but think as all tend to do, and Twist's mind soon followed suit thinking up all the various interpretations of 'interactions' he could muster. One particular instance that stuck into his mind, was that Mr. Bernard in fact was a pedophile and sent his students to detention simply as a means to get them alone. Despite himself, he felt his pants begin to get tighter within the crotch area. Realizing this however, he quickly got to thinking about Mr. Bernard's strenuous scientific lectures to calm himself down. He hadn't the slightest idea why these thoughts were so arousing, he was staight, he reminded himself.
After what could be compared to a walk down the staircase to hell, Twist had finally arrived to Mr. Bernard's home room which was closed at the moment. There was a sign posted neatly on the front, a taped up piece of blue paper stating 'Please keep the door closed, AC is on'. As he opened to his own surprise, the room was soothingly warm despite the bitter cold winter located outside. "Come in! I've been expecting you" The albino dragon Twist knew to be Mr. Bernard called. His fur was neatly trimmed, a strange aspect of a dragon having fur rather than scales. Of course, there was rough skin underneath but Twist had always thought it matched his personality well. On the outside, Lost Bernard was friendly enough, but disrupt his class or bother him on purpose? That was a whole different story.
"Sure" The rat answered as he closed the door quietly behind him in an effort to maintain the peace of the school after classes had ended. Mr. Bernard shifted strangely, but Twist thought nothing of it as he sat down at a desk directly in line with his teacher's.
They sat in silence for a minute or two, although for Twist the minutes went by like hours. The dragon continued to shift his position every once in a while, making Twist a bit uncomfortable. He knew his teacher well enough at this point to feel safe alone with him. Even if something did happen, Twist rationalized, then it would be caught on camera and the school would be able to catch Mr. Bernard immediately. He couldn't shake the look on that fluffed face, it seemed... Not right, like Mr. Bernard was strained in some way.
Twist decided that if he was to sit here for the next 4 hours, then he might as well do something productive. The rodent took out a small packet of math work from his tiny blue folder he had yet to do, and began various problems. 'The square root of...' He tried to think straight, but there was this scent in the air that decided he was not to think right now. 'Square root... Jesus, why is this so difficult?'
He eventually gave up all together, maybe if Twist was in his biology class than he could do his biology homework. It made some sort of sense, and he opened up the small folder to pull out his assignment on the species genome. 'If a rat and dragon produce an offspring...' He saw the first question begin to ask. Well for that to happen one would have to be female... So this question wouldn't apply to... Twist sighed heavily once again, it was almost impossible to think. Eventually, he decided to speak to his teacher to break the silence.
"So Mr. Bernard" Twist exclaimed, breaking the serenity of the room, "Why exactly did you give me this detention? I'm all for staring into your soul but what's the real reason?" He asked sarcastically.
"Well if we're talking about your detention, I thought this might be a good time for some... One on one instruction" Mr. Bernard explained, a sly smirk arising although it quickly faded into hiding and the draconic musk's influence made it seem as if it never appeared in the first place. "Your grades have been dropping, I'm sure your parents have discussed this with you"
"Of course, but it's only because you've been giving me horrible-"
The draconic instructor interrupted Twist with an outstretched paw. "No, it's because you haven't spent enough time studying and don't know the material" He explained once again, getting all the more serious. "I gave you this detention... So we could spend some time studying..." Mr. Bernard had a short pause. "Together" He finished off with an oddly compelling growl.
There was something about that face, as well as the strangely warm atmosphere, that the rodent couldn't place. It made Mr. Bernard's suggestions all the more reasonable, and completely forget about his previous frustration towards his grades. Without a second thought or even a word from his draconic instructor, Twist got up from his seat and began to slowly walk over to the dragon's large desk.
What Twist saw below that desk, still to this day he could not fully explain without foaming at the muzzle. Beneath Mr. Bernard's front desk was a dark red heavily throbbing cock, fully unsheathed in all it's glory. It was almost hypnotizing, the way it pulsed, and was almost commanding him.
"Now then, why don't you take a seat into my lap?" Mr. Bernard said, more of a demand than a question. But it didn't come off as a command, instead it seemed like a suggestion from an old friend.
Without another word from the rat, he turned around and slid his legs under the desk and sat upon his teacher's lap, his clothed cheeks lined between the throbbing cock that continued to tantalize him. Generously, Mr. Bernard began to unzip the front of Twist's jeans and slid the restraining denim down to the floor, followed soon after by his pure white underwear. The rodent's rathood sprung up as they were removed, Twist having not noticed his throbbing hard-on until now.
"That's it my sweet little rodent~" Mr. Bernard said with a low growl, coaxing the rat on. "It feels good to have my cock throbbing against you, doesn't it?" He asked, and Twist could only reply with a low rumble of appreciation followed by a nod.
"That's a good boy" The teacher rewarded Twist with a slow stroke up his thin cock, only making the rat pant more. "Sign yourself to me, all you need to do is tell me how much you want me~" And as he spoke, a small tape recorder was clicked...
"Oh please Mr. Bernard! I want to be yours and yours only" Twist whimpered out, his rational thinking long gone being slowly replaced by a lustful rat. "Make me your bitch, claim me as yours~"If he was fully conscious these words would have disgusted him, but under the effects of the strong dragon musk surrounding him, Twist would say anything to please his draconic mentor.
Ideas started flooding into Twist's thoughts, things he would have perceived as dirty or down right immoral now seemed like the most arousing activities a man couls think of. Bathing in that musk, discarding his heterosexuality in favor of a much better mindset. It was great to be gay, he thought, and the throbbing dragon cock behind him only served to reinforce this idea.
With that silly consent law out of the way, he turned off the small recorder and placed it to the side, now raising up rodent and positioning his tip against that tight little pert rat hole. Pushing Twist down onto that fat dragon cock was all that mattered, and as the rodent let out a loud moan of pleasure Mr. Bernard did just that.
There was no going back once that draconic spear hit its target. With every passing moment, that musk made more of a permanent effect on its poor victum. A little whiff might have let the dragon get close, but once Twist was fully submerged in that musk there was no hope of him ever being able to think for himself. He was putty in Mr. Bernard's claws.
One thrust after another, each one sinking in deeper to that tight ass. Mr. Bernard kindly wrapped his paw around Twist's rathood and began to paw him off slowly, generously letting him experience the same pleasure he was feeling.
The dragon could feel Twist's hole clench, milking his cock desprate for it's first, and definitelly not last, load of freshly churned dragon seed. It would have to hold off a bit longer, the hole wasn't nearly loose enough for that large throbbing knot to sink into it.
Mr. Bernard felt the rat getting close, and slowed down his pawing to delay Twist's orgasm. However, that didn't stop the dragon from thrusting in full force. Pounding that asshole, using it for all it was worth, and thanks to that captivating scent it was all his forever. The thought alone drew a fair amount of pre up into that hole, lubricating it further in preparation of that gigantic knot. And with the frantic throbbing of Mr. Bernard's cock, it wouldn't be long before he burst.
Thrust after thrust, up and down the rodent boy went on that draconic spire. And after a solid hour, the dragon attached to it had enough. His paw sped up around his new rodent's cock, eliciting loud moans from it's owner. With one final thrust up into that hole, his knot was shoved in and thick, viscous seed poured generously out of that widened urethra. The pounding of the rat's prostate was enough signal for him to cum as well, and so he did, shooting his much smaller and thinner load of seed into the underside of that god forsaken desk, coating its insides as well through the open draws. They would both have a lot of cleaning to do afterwards, but first Mr. Bernard had plenty of students to call in for 'special instruction.'
Epilouge
** "** Now class, please sit down" Mr. Bernard exclaimed as his various students piled into his classroom for optional summer school instruction. "Today we will be going over an in depth analysis of-" the rest of the lecture was lost, as soon as a young deer manning the door gave the signal the principal was gone, Mr. Bernard looked back to the classroom. "You know what to do, my students of sexiness~" he smirked subtly as the entirety of the class stripped down, and pairings soon formed around the classroom.
Within minutes, the stable school environment quickly devolved into the largest orgy the man had ever seen, and it was all thanks to those sweet little scent glands. He motioned the deer lookout over, and pointed down to his exposed cock. This was a signal embedded among the class, they all knew it meant to get beneath the desk and start sucking like your life depended on it~ Finally, the class's heterosexuality was gone forever, and soon the entire school's would be as well.