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The sound of flesh being smacked echoes through the single classroom schoolhouse. At the teacher's desk, a young canine sits in his chair, calmly glaring at the writhing female in his lap. The young woman in question is one of his students, a silver and lilac colored snow leopard. Today is the sixth time she's spoken out during a lecture, and with any luck on his part, the last. Five more times his hand comes down on her voluptuous bottom, leaving the spotted fur flat with every strike. By the time the tenth smack is delivered, all fight has left the female, tears are streaming down her face, and the teacher is in a rather uncomfortable position himself.

"Miss Da'ae, are you going to interrupt my lectures again?" The red and silver husky's voice is low and threatening, but not truly mean as he questions his student. The adolescent snow leopard shakes her head, her vivid red pigtails shake as she quickly adjusts her plaid skirt, covering her hips with the small fabric garment.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow for the next lecture. Oh, and Isolde, do try to keep this between us. Strictly speaking I'm not actually allowed to hit students, but since nothing seems to register in that rather impressive brain of yours, I'll settle for driving it into your bottom instead." The husky explains before allowing the female out of his lap and watching her exit the schoolhouse. Once her spotted tail vanishes out the door, he unbuttons his trousers and allows his heavily swollen sheath to flop out of his boxers. One white paw gently strokes the fluffy sheath, coaxing the ruby length out from its hiding place, the tip throbbing in time with his heart as he imagines the young snow leopard's lips closing around him.

"If only she knew what she does to me." The husky groans as he wraps his hand around his exposed cock and begins stroking it at a feverish pace. With his eyes closed, he doesn't notice Isolde watching him from the window, his moans masking her footsteps as she pads back into the schoolhouse and kneels down at his feet. What he does notice, is the sudden sensation of a rough tongue and smooth, plump lips closing around the tapered head of his canine length, and the gentle suckling of his prized, but mischievous student as she blows him like a pro.

"Isolde, you, we can't." His face contorts into pleasure as the snow leopard purrs around his length, jets of her heated breath sending shivers up and down his spine and causing his tail to wag. A look of desperation crosses his face as she draws his knot from his sheath, still uninflated even as his tip drools precum into her waiting mouth.

"Are you sure? There's no turning back." He whispers, afraid she'll come to her senses, but also afraid she won't. Isolde giggles, releasing him from her mouth with a wet pop as she leans over his desk, her uniform skirt discarded at her feet and her tail raised high over her back. He stands and moves behind her, the delicate scent of her heat tickling his nose as he lowers himself to lap at her opening, gathering beads of wetness on his tongue and savoring them like a fine wine. Hearing his student's moaning breaths, he lines his length up with her dripping entrance and with his hand on her shoulder, pulls her back as he thrusts in until his balls swing heavily against the fur of her thighs.

He begins a steady pace, panting like his feral husky ancestors as he ruts his feline student, her walls not meant to ever take something so large, as his knot begins to swell. Her tightness is almost more than he can bear, and he grabs her tail, pulling it back and roughly taking her for all she's worth. His thrusts speed up, as does Isolde's moaning, until she's gasping loudly at the knot prodding her opening as though begging for entrance.

"Mr. Volkov, what, what's that?" She questions almost innocently, too much so for her teacher's liking. A resounding slap has her crying out as her teacher once again brings his hand across her backside, even as his cock spears her dripping pussy and his knot batters its entry.

"Isolde, I thought you were smart, you know how canines mate, you know once I shove this into you, my cum will have nowhere else to go but straight into your womb. Now be a good kitty and take all of it." His voice is raspy with need as he speeds his thrusts further, jackhammering into her before bracing his feet on the floor and shoving hard, pulling Isolde back by the tail. A lewd pop has his knot firmly lodged inside the snow leopard's pussy, locking him to her, but not slowing his thrusts as he prepares to fill her with his cum.

"Breed me, Mr. Volkov, please, I need it!" Isolde's cries almost send him over the edge, almost, but something seems strange about it until he realizes the issue.

"Yasha, Isolde, call me Yasha. I'm not your teacher in this position." His words send Isolde over the edge with a scream of his name, followed quickly by Yasha himself as his balls draw up against his body, sending his cum speeding out of his throbbing, knotted cock and deep into his student's fertile depths, painting the walls of her womb in a spatter of white.

The pair stay knotted for a while, Isolde cumming several more times, each time spanked by her instructor for keeping him achingly hard inside her. Once his knot subsides, the pair part, Isolde needing to get home and Yasha in dire need of a shower, not wanting to smell like a horny leopard for the rest of the evening.

Unaware to the pair of them, Yasha's virile seed had managed to do its job and fill Isolde with not one, but two male cubs, and would lead to some very interesting conversations a month or so down the road.