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An audible gulp sounded from Samantha's throat as she stared at the sheet of paper before her. It was a self-reflection form - the standardized format everyone received whenever they were put in detention. It was relatively simple, and asked you three things: what you did wrong, why it went wrong, and what will you do to prevent it happening again? These questions weren't necessarily difficult for Samantha to answer, and it didn't take her long to piece together that puzzle. The answer, however, that was something she couldn't exactly put down. She imagined it now so clearly:

What: Didn't do homework.

Why: I ordered a new ribbed vibrator from the internet and haven't had a break since it was delivered.

What: Watch less porn?

_The glares her teacher, friends, and family would give her if she wrote that down! _During this dilemma, while she was trying to make up a story she was a bit more happy with, the detention room's door loudly announced another student as it creaked upon opening. It managed to startle both Sam and the teacher that was tasked with supervising as they both jumped up from their seats.

"You're 10 minutes late Max!" The grouchy grey-furred husky teacher that had suffered too many years at the hand of his profession yelled at the boy while aggressively gesturing towards his watch which was two minutes too fast anyway.

The boy carried himself with an apathetic swagger as he ignored the teacher's words - he'd been here before too many times to care for the specifics. He grabbed one of the forms, tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and took the second desk. He didn't even bother to recognise the other victim sitting in the desk to his left, preoccupying himself by scribbling on his form instead.

Said companion-in-detention was far less self-contained however, she was a bundle of wonder as she looked the newcomer over! So many bright colours, seemingly dyed onto a punchy coat of purple. It was just Sam's type - the cute aloofness of a teenager weighed down by self-expression inspiring her to intrude on his doodles!

"Hey, hey-!" She whispered, leaning awkwardly off the side of her chair to push herself rudely into the stranger's personal space. "What're you in for cutie?"

The only response the girl got was a shrug and what appeared to be a dismissive eyeroll. Not dismissive enough, apparently, because it did little to stave off Samantha's burrowing interest. She was nearly clinging to the boy as she tried her best to peek over his shoulder, around his arms, and generally trying to tackle the many attempts Max made to shield himself.

"Stop pestering me!" Max growled out those spiteful words loud enough to alert the teacher, who shot the two of them with a sharp glare over the rim of his spectacles.

Samantha did her best to look innocent while guarding a small smirk behind her hand. "Got'ya to say something!" She eventually commented with a side glance parked above her grin, which made Max slump even further into his seat.

A short, delightful melody abruptly began to play from the front of the room as the teacher's phone sprang into life with a sudden phonecall. Usually he would be professional enough to hit the red Reject button and move on, if it weren't for the big bold "Principle Palmers" printed on the front of the screen. That was enough cause for alarm for him to almost-politely excuse himself from the small room and take a stance outside the door. A stance that didn't last long, as he was called away to help with a more pressing matter elsewhere.

Which left the two teens to their own volition.

Samantha reacted first, stretching out her school-strained body as she worked out a pressing ache. Then Max, who slumped the entirety of his weight against the back of his chair.

"So, feel like talking now? My name's Samantha, by the way." Samantha was resting her head atop her hands now, elbows dug into the desk as she brought her entire attention towards Max.

"Not really."

"Could you at least tell me why you're here? Did you get told off for the, y'know, skittles cosplay you've got going on?"

"Skittles cosplay?! That-" Max went to retort, but found himself a bit lost for grounds to stand on when he had a rainbow dyed into his hair. "- is not entirely inaccurate. Hmf. I'm not in here because of the hair, okay? I shouted at a teacher. He deserved it."

"Ooh, such a bad boy!"

"Shut it!"

"Hehe, wanna know why I'm in here?"

"Not really."

"Too bad!" Samantha turned her chair around so she could face Max now, giving up the pretence of worrying about detention or the teacher's returned. "I got super told off for not doing anything of my homework, y'see. I've been distracted this last week - I found this really nice ribbed BOB on Amazon-"

"BOB....?"

"Oh right, guess you wouldn't know, huh? BOB - it's short for battery-operated boyfriend!" Samantha shared a short laugh at the term she loved so much, "you know, a vibrator?" She made the appropriate inappropriate gestures with her hand, pretending to shove an imaginary object through a circle she made with her other hand. Max, the poor boy victim to the girl's open nature, was starting to feel the developing discomfort this naturally brought - not just the awkward tension that filled the air between them, but also from a distracting tent that was determined to erect itself between his legs.

Samantha continued unabated by this. "Anyway, so as I was saying, like a week ago it finally came in the mail, and gosh-" She made an exaggerated feigning expression as she recollected the experience. "When you're stuck doing homework, it's hard to stop yourself from taking it out and having the time of your life instead, know what I mean?" She gestured with a casual nod towards Max's crotch, smiling her pink-ebbed lips as her heavy implication weighed upon Max.

"... Yeah, totally." Max eventually responded, dumbfounded, shocked by how openly this girl he'd just met talked about her masturbation habits.

As if to somehow one-up herself, Samantha made sure to throw in another question: "So, you a virgin?"

If Max had been drinking something this would have been the opportune time for a spit-take. Unfortunately, all he had was the undying expression of surprise that remained painted across his open maw.

"Come on, there's no reason to be shy! I've not had a real one yet either. Speaking of..."

The door to the detention room was checked with a quick glance from Samantha, before she turned back towards Max and lifted the front of her skirt. The shallow slit she demonstrated was dribbling a desperate honey from its softly-glowing pink folds, which ran down along the smooth inside of her thighs and into the frame of her chair. Just as notably as that, it wasn't hindered in any form by a pair of panties - she'd opted out of them this morning.

"You're cute and I haven't used my toy since last night. Wanna bust my cherry?"

"... Here?" Max croaked, not realising just how dry his throat had become has anxiety built up in him. Was this girl for real?

"Mmh- Here's probably not a good idea. Toilets? Janitor's closet?"

"Not the most romantic options."

"Getting busy in the detention room when the teacher could come back any second kinda has some romance to it, right~?"

"... I don't think romance is the right word there, but..." Max gazed down at what was being offered, and felt his concepts of dignity and self-control feeling a bit strained by the growing ache that was currently assaulting the inside of his boxers. He gulped and looked the girl in the eyes, "You serious about this?"

"Would I be showing you this if I wasn't?"

Fair point.

It only took Max rising up from his chair for Samantha to jump up from hers, grabbing him by the sleeve as she pulled him up. Their bodies collided in a burst of youth-packed passion. Even if there wasn't much love to be found in the exchange, the pair of them were horny, young, and left alone. Sam's hands fought with Max's trousers, undoing them in a desperate search for his dick. Max was slightly more subtle, his paws caressing softly along the girl's hide, rolling so softly along her hips before reaching around to her backside.

Together their bodies writhed for a little longer, until at last Max's trousers and boxers landed on the floor with a quiet thump. It was at this point that the girl's patience dwindled to nought, and she simply grasped firm and tight around his ample girth, scooted herself back up onto her desk, and pulled him in. The piercing heat filled Samantha so quickly that she kicked at the air in shock, grappling her partner in a tight bear hug as his shaft plunged deep into her depths and his body seized up. Instinct filled in the rest as Max broke from his stunned pleasure and started jerking back and shoving back in, sending shivers up the two of them as he sought for more pleasure. It was incomparable to masturbating with a hand or toy, the two of them relishing in the sheer delight introduced to them.

New scratches were forced into the desk as Max's paws clawed through it, arms pressed at Sam's sides. Every time he slammed into her flesh the frame squeaked and shuddered, unused to this daunting amount of force atop of it. It felt like it was on the edge of breaking, much alike the two of them.

The rocking and creaking beneath her made Sam feel like she was floating, while pinned beneath a purple sky of fur that filled her senses in. It was overbearing and hot, she felt smothered by his body. That only added to the fun of it. Each thrust made her numb to it all for a quick moment before it all came back in a hot wave of heat and sweat. If this position was so amazing, what were others like?

"Mh-! Max, wait-" she mumbled through her building moans, stuttering between each hard shove that disturbed her depths. They came to an eventual halt at her words, Max staring down at her. "Pull out just a second-"

The two of them gasped as the thick dick dragged itself from her body and popped free, a cascade of her juices flowing from within. It was a short intermission as Samantha turned herself over, bending over her desk with her tail hiked up high. A pink hue between her cheeks guided Max back to where he needed be. Though not without incident, as he carelessly nudged a bit too high at first, making the girl jump and pull away. It took him reaching down with his paw and spreading her cheek to gaze upon the fleshy deposit between to find his target, this time making note not to accidentally dive against the clenched dimple above it.

Without another word he slammed his hips against her bottom and relished once more in her embrace, which milked the endurance out of him as her hold swiftly clenched up and sandwiched his shaft. There was something else too, squirming amongst the squeezing, what must have been muscle as it massaged and stroked in chaotic patterns around him. A few intense stabs amongst that was all it took for him to start knocking at her door with his knot, the large nut at the base of his dick becoming a hindrance as it failed to slam into her. Again and again he pounded into her, making the girl's body jump. It just wouldn't fit.

Sam became a little suspicious of the growling and grunting that had begun above her head, and the incessant lump that was now slapping the exterior of her lips. She was far from naive, of course. She'd seen this in some of the many websites she'd browsed online - where it was called a "knot." Trust her to forget about it, though she'd temporarily forgotten a lot of things as each shock to the system slammed into her body and replaced her thoughts. She was feeling a bit bad for the boy though, as he so earnestly tried to stuff her. There was also a hefty sum of desire lobbed on top of that, as she kind of really wanted to experience a real knot for once. Silicone was only so interesting!

"Need help-?" She gasped out through the side of her mouth, trying to peek back. Her question was only met with more rough fucking, making her tense up tight. "Mgh- Come'on, I'll help ya so- Oof!"

Max had made out just enough of Sam's words to try and pick out what she was saying, and the help she was offering. He slowed to a halt, slipped free, and slumped back. He needed the rest anyway, he was exhausted and frustrated from trying to knot that tight slit. Though Sam wasn't exactly offering a break.

Samantha reluctantly peeled herself from the desk and struggled back onto her wobbly legs, turning around to reveal the hot blush on her cheeks, built up beneath the layer of sweat that was now rolling down her hide. "Phew- Damn- Okay." Seeing the bulb at the base of Max's shaft, big and begging as it was, made her gulp. "Take a seat and I'll help you out, alright?"

That was all the convincing needed to get the canine back into his chair, legs parted with his begging-to-burst member standing tall. Sam took it into her hand and slowly stroked along it, feeling out the smooth surface of that red shaft and then the slight dimples of his engorged knot. The heat stained her hand, coating it with the fine film of fucking they'd rubbed into every inch.

"The real thing is kinda scary..." "... Thanks I guess."

The short quip went ignored and Samantha started climbing up onto Max's lap, looking down with unrelenting interest as she tried to guide the tip back into her. An awkward dance from her hips as she tried to wiggle him in preceded the sweet relief when she finally dropped at the right angle to stuff it back in. She felt Max's paws grasp her hips like handles as he lurched back, stretching out beneath her. Then, just a moment later, she felt that sphere push back up against her lips.

"Now the tough part. Phew..."

Trying to entice it in with one hard push was probably a bad idea, she thought to herself as she gauged just how big this thing was. Too big. So, with her feet firmly planted on the ground, she started bouncing carefully against it. It ached so bad, the stretching hitting her in soft beats but always reflecting from the same limit. It made her reach up and brush her hands through her hair as the tension drove her wild. She roughed that bulb up for a while longer, before beginning to accept defeat. Just as she reached the terms of giving up she remembered one last thing she could try.

Some time ago, in the early days of her obsession with porn and all the fun it brought, she'd discovered something that no one else seemed to have. No one she knew, anyway. And she'd seen a lot of people's genitals in her time, thanks to all the browsing. One day, when she was dipping her fingers in deeper and deeper inside herself, she felt something shift - moving about as she clenched up. It naturally startled her at first, but she soon found herself poking curiously at whatever it was. After much experimentation and self-discovery she'd discovered her vagina was lined with squidgy tendrils, flexible and prehensile lengths that eventually she managed to control. It was with them that she learned how to fuck herself - hands-free - with her toys.

Those very structures became her saviour as she argued with Max's knot. They writhed and twisted around his dick, squeezing and caressing along the length as it bobbed inside her. In a desperate feat she reached out with them - pushing down with her body and focusing everything on her appendages. They followed her needs and slipped out of her stretchy slit and wrapped the knot up tight. Max stiffened up and gripped tight into Sam's hips, his eyes clenched up as she forced his knot inside. The tendrils smothered that knot up to its base before they pulled and dragged. She went wide-eyed and open-mouthed as she felt the stretching push up into her delicate passage. Once the half-way point was reached the rest popped in on its own accord, making her jump as an extra inch of fat knot filled her up. That was Max's limit then, as fat ropes of sticky cum sprayed Samantha's heat and extinguished it with its own. She collapsed against Max before he'd even finish pumping her full of seed, exhausted and tired. Max, meanwhile, relished in the satisfaction of finally relieving that swollen plug.

It was a good thing that the teacher in charge of detention had been called away on an emergency, and had apparently forgot to mention the two students waiting behind. It was especially good because, ten minutes later, and Samantha was still stuck, trapped by Max's knot locked in her tummy. Those ten minutes were fairly tense as they tried to break the awkward tension with casual conversation.

"So, um... how long until this goes down exactly?" Sam could still feel some short spurts of cum escaping into her, making her tremble with each drop.

"... How longs a piece of string?"

"Pretty long, apparently~"

"I wonder what happened to our teacher?"

"I'm just glad he didn't come back! I don't think we could explain this, eheh."

Just as the atmosphere was reaching its most awkward things started to soften just enough that Sam's tendrils could push the knot out with ease. Once it was free she could still feel the ghost of its impression, printed into the entrance of her slit. She was going to be feeling that for a while. "Finally, there we go, easy does it-" Samantha hesitated as she peeled herself from Max's lap, almost wanting to just let go and ride her new friend until the day ended. He, however, would probably not be so amicable to that idea right now. So she did as she should have, and pulled herself off him. Something that was not without consequence, as the plug that served to keep everything in popped out, causing a small waterfall of cum to stream down onto the floor, forming a puddle below. But the two barely noticed that, they were too busy breaking free from one another's embrace and retreating to an uncomfortable amount of distance from one another.

It was, surprisingly, Max that managed to break the silence first, as he'd just finished pulling his trousers back up.

"You don't regret what we just did, right...?"

"Hm? Nope. I'm just trying to think of what to say."

"It was kind of... amazing. You were amazing, I mean, I think is what I want to say. Thanks."

"Hehe, it was nothing!" The space between them immediately broke down as Samantha burst towards Max in a hug, brushing through his fur while he reluctantly returned the affection, unable to make eye contact.

Sam forced a kiss onto his maw at last, fluttering her eyelids as she smiled towards him. "See you around, yeah? Doesn't need to just be for sex, of course! We can like, hang out, and stuff. The sex was great though~" They shared another kiss and a goodbye, before reluctantly parting ways at the door.