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© 2012 TheOrigamist

If you know who Roni is, you know what to expect. If not, then I hope you like underage partners, furry characters and voracious fucking.

"Sir, I have a question?"

The German shepherd glanced up with all the interest of a fish looking at water. Tyrone had that same floppy stature, the same goofy grin, the same mischievous crossing of his arms behind his back. The teacher could imagine his toes curling inside of those sneakers and feel the tension of resisting a wag. This cub was nothing but trouble.

Roni met the gaze with his own and raised his eyebrows, his grin pushing up the white around his face that separated the black mask of fur, the pattern that immediately made Mr. Mercier think of a thief. It was true that the boy had been found with other possessions not of his origin, but the committee was too embarrassed to deal with a student snatching eighteen pairs of various undergarments from the locker room to call the cub out.

The plain white t-shirt stuck around this boy's body and gave the impression of spandex. At least, Mercier thought that was the case; the canine also noted the tight jeans that triangulated about the boy's crotch, and mentally confirmed that the brothers Roni lived with weren't capable of taking care of him if they couldn't even buy him proper fitting clothes. Why, he could even see the white outlines of his underwear above the waistline - or was it his underwear, or another stolen pair? Who gave a damn either way?

Mercier stood and sighed, his cheap grey suit wrinkled around his shoulders. He had forgotten to wear a tie today, and made up for it with an even more stoic attitude. "Speak, and be on your way, Tyrone," he said. He was the only teacher to call him by his full name, probably the only being in the entire district.

Roni nodded and bowed his head, his sneakers squeaking as he turned his toes inward. "Well, Mr. Mercier," he said, "I have an idea on how to get extra credit, because you know, my grade- "

" -is right where it deserves to be, because of all the homework you have missed for my class. You don't seem to care about American history at all, and I don't see why I should allow you to propose this..." Mercier stared off into the distance, eyes narrowed as he searched for the phrase.

"Proposition?" Roni offered.

"Yes, this proposition." The larger dog walked around his desk and crossed his arms, his posture as straight as a telephone pole. Mercier had a reputation as a hardass around all his students, especially those who he didn't think had potential. This game the cub was playing interested him, with an equal dose of distain in the mix.

But the puppy only stood to attention as well, a parodying mockery as his tubby belly was as far protruded as the pectorals of the shepherd in front of him. If he knew how to play the game, he would be passing history like he was passing gym. It's surprising, really, to think that seven minutes in heaven could result in ten points to a grade.

"Well, if I know you," Roni said, "then I have an offer you can't possibly refuse!" His grin became toothy and comedic, screaming an ulterior motive.

Mercier only narrowed his eyes and spoke with a snarl, his own arms crossing across his chest. "I don't have time for this, Tyrone. Spit it out or I'll have to give you another detention." This was different than the usual excuses students gave. The buses were just leaving now, and most of the kids babbled a reason before running off to go home. This cub was up to no good.

Roni cleared his throat, closing his eyes as if meditating before opening his palms in a peaceful gesture. "Raise my grade," he said, "and I'll let you have your way with me." His eyes opened again as he awaited the answer

"My way with you," his teacher echoed.

"Or the highway."

"What?"

"Erm, nothing."

Mercier blinked, and released a deep peal of laughter, his military mannerisms failing as his paws went to his hips, his eyes closed in mirthful chuckles at the absurd prospect. Roni simply stood still and exercised his patience.

"You're not that tricky of a kid to figure out, Tyrone," the German shepherd said once he had collected himself. The puppy remained standing as the adult continued. "I know your shock sentences, and I have to say, your performance is one of the better ones. Nobody's stood up to it, though. You think you're the first? Well, many a girl has stood in front of my desk and asked for something in exchange for hanky panky. You may be the first boy, but just for saying that nonsense, I can get you in more trouble than you have ever been in in your entire..."

Roni had not moved an inch.

The larger male stopped his tirade as his smile fell. "You're serious, aren't you," he managed to get out. Roni had hoped that his offer was obvious, but even clever teachers have a moment of thickness or two. Hopefully, there were more thick moments to come, he thought, trying to keep the deadpan expression.

Thankfully, whatever telepathic powers Mr. Mercier possessed, they did not pick up on the innuendo that hung in the air. The pair of canines made eye contact, a regular Mexican standoff, but only one of these cowboys was ready to cock his six-shooter. "This is not a good idea," the teacher said finally. "This is beyond not a good idea. That is the worst idea I've heard since your idea to incorporate sexual education into the long division unit."

Roni sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if you say so," he said, glancing askew towards the solemn earth. "But I have to say, it's getting rather hot in here..."

"That doesn't connect in the slightest- "

But the cub was already stripping out of his shirt, peeling the cotton from his fur like a wet rag, letting his belly hang out over the edge of his belt, sighing and pretending to breathe in his own sweet scent, eyes closed in muted ecstasy when the rim breached his nipple line, letting his pudgy chest expand and collapse again.

Mr. Mercier stalked over to the door and shut it with visibly retrained force, having heard the tap of footpaws out in the hallway. Pulling the curtain down to conceal the homoeroticism, he turned to glare at the cub. "Are you out of your mind?" he hissed to Roni, his teeth grinding against one another; the fury of dominance restrained by an underling is damn hard to take.

But the cub turned and pouted, his ears sliding to the sides as he began to gently stalk towards his prey, as the adult backed away in response, being herded towards the desks. "But all those pictures we found on your hard drive, all those little messages to your boy-friend," he said, the singsong mockery angering his teacher to no end. "Didn't you say you could just...eat us up?"

"T-That's a figure of speech," the Shepherd growled, although his paws gripped a desktop with such force that the claws screeched on the hard plastic. "And who is 'we?'"

Roni kept approaching, turning to herd his teacher into the miniature seat, giving him a cramped dead end. "Just me and a couple other boys," he responded, dismissing the answer with a flick of his wrist. As soon as he had backed up the other canine into a desk, the boy turned and gripped the edges of his tight jeans on the edge of his rump, bending his chest forwards and sliding down the beltline, his raised tail waggling back and forth like a pendulum. "Don't you remember sending the message about how you wanted a fine hunk of, what's the word: boymeat?" When the group was searching the laptop, there were more than a few guffaws at the particular diction, among the fantastic visions of what Mercier imagined the boys doing.

Right now, the only thing the Shepherd was doing was whining as he stared at that rounded ass, the single temptation, the forbidden fruit waving about right in front of him. He hadn't even noticed the painful tent that pressed against his fly until it throbbed, sending a shiver through the helpless canine. He had allowed fear to work him into this position, and now, there was only one way out. "What do you want to do?" he growled, ears slicked back, drooling from his chops, a butcher assessing the prime steak.

That's more like it! Roni stopped pulling his jeans down halfway down his buttocks, the fringes of his fur sticking out underneath the edge of his underwear line, bright orange undies the choice of the day. Leaning against the desk in the next row, the cub just looked back with the grin of defiance, a self-proclaimed crown of a true power bottom. "You're not the first to want a piece of this," he said, "so I'm really just waiting for you to get a move on." Sure, that line was pretty damn slutty, but he needed a good lay, and he wouldn't ask for this attention from his brothers when they were awake. Not on school days, anyway.

The defeated Mr. Mercier sighed and flexed his muscles, cracking his knuckles and neck in preparation. "You want to get fucked, you're going to get fucked," he rasped, the frightening placement of such language in his educational establishment making a thrilling shiver down his spine. Grabbing the jeans in both paws, he made Roni yelp when he tore them down the middle, the otherwise strong fabric ripping away in his paws, exposing the juiciness of his thighs that made a canyon for his rounded sack, swinging in the orange cocoon.

Craning his neck down, the adult made the first surge of desire run through them both as he stuck his nose underneath the fabric of the left cheek, nuzzling his way into the briefs to seek out the well-worn prize. The little pup moaned and felt the rush of power sizzle his mind, the dominant behavior that forced a regular authority to taste his tailhole like a pack bitch in heat.

The adult's muzzle mostly shoved aside the orange fabric as he sniffed his way to the prize, the tiny pink star that cowered in the canyon of the cub's chubby ass, as if begging for mercy from the machinations of the horny canine. Mercier growled in response to the temptation, and his tongue slid all the way from the outer edge of the cheek to deep inside the furry crack, tasting the salty taint before his tongue found the softer flesh and began to dig in, already craving the passage and the sensational pleasure within - a cavity stretchy enough to take the full length in, while tight enough to make his cock bulge inside of the boy.

Savor the moment, of course! Roni certainly was, stepping out of his jeans with shuddering steps, trying not to jolt the adult currently lapping at his insides. Now, with all items of discarded clothing on the floor, the boy was able to relax and enjoy the sweet rimjob, his eyes half closed and his tongue hanging out, a perpetual state of bliss. "Keep it coming," he murmured, feeling his sheath stretch against the gentle cotton, his belly smooth against the desk he was leaning on.

His teacher would have none of that relaxation. The cub looked back in surprise as Mercier jerked his head away, raising an eyebrow at the devious snarl, the paw wiping across his jaw. The adult canine stood and stalked towards his desk, not even trying to hide the massive erection, which made Roni grinned in delight. Finally, fresh meat. The Shepherd fished around in his desk drawers before grabbing a bottle and a yardstick. Sitting down, he beckoned for the young pup to come over.

"If you want this, kid, you're going to have to work for it. I don't give myself to just anyone," Mercier growled at his student, who simply nodded and stepped forward, his little boner bobbing and bouncing as he strolled towards the desk, awaiting further instructions. To combat the unasked questions, the teacher nodded down to his straining crotch. Roni nodded enthusiastically and bent down, reaching for the zipper.

But the adult swatted his hand away with the ruler, the crack resounding in the air from the knuckle bashing. The cub yelped and his teacher grinned at the injured response. "Use your teeth."

Glaring at what he thought was his prize, the boy bent his head down, lowering himself to groin height, using his front teeth to excavate the fabric and biting the little metal point, dragging his neck down to open the door, inhaling the scent of the erect meat below as he moved south. The straining bulge below, covered by black fabric - boxer briefs? How predictable. - was the next challenge; rather than daring to drag the underwear off, Roni again dug in between the cloth to find the waistband before pulling it down as well.

Sighing, Mercier took the ruler in both hands as he held his student to his genitals, the sweaty member springing up, an alien addition to his casual business outfit. As much as he wanted to take charge here, Roni always enjoyed when the admission to his ride was a bit more costly, a challenge to his hobby. Sniffing the fat cock, he growled in appreciation, using the end of his muzzle to coax it out of the sheath. His teacher released the ruler in order to pull the ring of fur down more, before depriving the cub of his aromatherapy with a tilt of the chin. "My balls are still in there," he said, "and I believe they need to be out. Bite once and I'll take yours off as well." His index and middle fingers came together with a silent snip.

Roni nodded, and the glint in the adult's eyes was more than enough to convince him not to argue. Keeping his hands on the edge of the desk, near Mr. Mercier's thighs, he buried his face into his teacher's fur to push down the waistband even more into his pants, his lips touching the edge of the scrotum. Using his front teeth again, the cub cautiously tugged at the loose skin, feeling the bigger dog tremble with perverted delight. Coaxing and dragging, the boy managed to get one of the heavy orbs outside the waistband before the other, finally dragging them out to the surface.

Leaning back, the German shepherd grabbed his package and waved it in front of the cub, swinging it up and down. "So, whaddaya think?" he asked, obviously proud of himself - a combination of his larger size and his forceful mastery over one of his more desirable students.

The chubby puppy shrugged and smirked, truthful in replying, "It's not as big as my brother's." Granted, it may be a tad thicker, but before the concept of measuring can come up, his teacher laughed and nodded."

"I thought as much," Mr. Mercier replied, and tossed the bottle to the cub. Roni deftly grabbed the unlabeled container as his teacher got up, practically shoving the boy out of the way to go behind his desk, open up his laptop and begin typing spastically. Seeing the confused look of his companion, the adult canine laughed harshly and sat down, stroking himself before nodding to the younger. "We've got a good show to put on."

"A...show?" Now, this was exciting. As he leaned over the arm of the swivel chair, his wonders were confirmed as he saw the throbbing manhood in HD, along with a chat bar and several other video shots of different furs all masturbating furiously. There was a simultaneous increase in hand motions as soon as Roni climbed onto the screen, along with several texts demanding that the cub suck on the tip, ride the dick, among several other commands.

The cub raised his eyebrows at the brash exploitation, not expecting the teacher to plan all this out. Perhaps the site in question was expecting him, with faceless torsos and different quality cocks all arrayed for anyone to see. But there were more important things to focus on - mostly, the gentle lift as Mr. Mercier hoisted the cub onto his lap, rubbing his knot, having slid out of the sweaty sheathe, on Roni's package. Roni was still hard as a rock, tented in the orange briefs, tight enough to outline his boyhood but loose enough for comfort.

"I expect you've..."

"...Been through this before? Yeah, I have," the younger canine finished, gripping his knees and lifting them up as his teacher reached in front of him to slide the fabric aside, revealing the black-furred taint, both tails wagging gently. Gripping the base of his cock, Mercier hefted the cub upwards, positioned him right underneath the hole, and began to release his grip. Sweat made his shirt collar stick to his fur, among other tightly-pressed areas, as his tip began to gently pry open the puppy's passage, tilted for the electronic audience to see.

Roni, for his part, was playing the role like a pro. Rubbing his thighs, he moaned with an exaggerated twist of his hips, making his little belly jiggle and shake with each little twitch. The elicited response made it clear that the cub's chubbiness was more or less perfection in the minds of these perverts, and he smiled to himself, a minute smirk that couldn't be caught on camera and spoil the moment. The head was beginning to open him up again, and he stiffened his back with a gasp. "O-oh! It's so tight...please, be gentle," he whined, raising his voice an octave or two, reaching to spread his ass out at the sides. If the microphone wasn't on, he'd be halfway down this thing by now. But the show must go on!

One of the cameras suddenly went off-white, covered in splotches, followed by a red disconnection notice, soon replaced by another male in a jock strap, squeezing his knot in the red pouch of fabric that contained him.

Mercier barely noticed the change in personage, nipping at Roni's ear with a playful growl. "Don't lie, you little slut," he snarled, squeezing the boy by his plump cheeks. "I've heard about you and the orca. You're looser than a chicken who's laid a ostrich egg."

Well, you can't win 'em all. Roni shrugged and elbowed his teacher, cringing at the bark that came with the blow, right in his ear. "If I'm so loose, then how come you've only got an inch in? Unless, if that's all you've been able to manage before you blow your load," the cub taunted, squeezing his muscles as much as he could, letting the pre and the stretched anus do all the work for him.

With an animalistic growl, the German shepherd switched his hands to reach around his pupil's shoulders, pressing his entire body down. Roni groaned appreciatively as the fat meat spread him wide once again, a little bit stretchier than he was used to, but acceptably wide nonetheless. Adjusting himself in the chair, the adult shifted his weight before a pause, collecting himself before, as all good boys know, the pounding begins.

Right on schedule, Mercier began to thrust himself up and down, his hips sliding his dick in and out of the little cub, a perfect stream for the viewers, seeing the younger male's sweaty briefs barely containing his throbbing, immature hard-on, shoved aside and yet left remaining to adjust for the meat in his plump ass. The knot shoved against his hole with each huge push, threatening to come into the boy, yet never reaching that level of penetration. The teacher kept himself centered in the screen as he fucked the troublesome student, holding him in place as he used his cavity to pleasure himself.

No helping paw was letting Roni masturbate as he was plowed, but the soft cotton that held him back soon made his turgid little member throb in time to the obscene noises of the much larger male pumping his ass. He could feel precum dripping from the sides of his hole, a copious flow that served to make the pounding faster and wetter sound effects echo in the microphone. The cub stuck his tongue out and enjoyed the ride, a free internal massage for him and blackmail for the future.

Mr. Mercier took things a bit more seriously, his exertion evident from the growling moans, the soft nibbles on the younger canine's neck, the pacing of his frantic thrusts that slowed and sped along to the intensity of his grip. This was the hottest thing he had done in years, better than any masturbation session, any imaginable fantasy he could work out with any other student. The cub in his lap was squeezing and being such a good sport, not objecting once to the flow of strangers that ogled his ass and those beautiful curves.

"Fuck..." Roni mewled to himself as the larger paws began to slide down his thighs, the thrusts slowing down to a gentle slapping, balls bouncing underneath to the beat. He let out a sudden yelp as one of those paws came down and slapped his bulging package, making him groan genuinely as his belly was next cupped, squeezed and rubbed by his teacher. It wasn't going to be long now, he thought, until he would need a release. Hopefully, he could make Mercier cum soon, and he squeezed down with all his strength to attempt just that.

The savagery of the thrusting only increased with the additional pressure on his cock, driving Mercier to drive himself deeper. God, it was so close until his imminent climax, but this moment had to be savored. He felt the deep groans of his pupil running through his very paws as he stroked and squeezed that adorable belly, feeling the sweat run down his shirt, into his now-wrinkled pants. He could feel the cub sweating as well, but of a gentler scent, a puerile musk that spoke of immaturity. Pheromones covered the true intentions of the younger pup as his ass was being stretched out by the adult canine.

His species was made so much clearer as the knot threatened to pop inside that well-worn anus at any moment, given the right timing and lubrication. Of course, the pup staved off such formalities until the very end of the run, but the vicious thrusts made him squeal with delight, precum dribbling and staining his bright briefs as his chubby little boyhood attempted to escape out his fly. Roni felt the welling orgasm begin its swell, and try as he might, he had to relax himself, each muscle coiling into his body and making his rubber joints collapse with the strenuous trial of clamping down his anus on his teacher's penis.

That relaxation was all that was needed, Roni soon found out, and his eyes widened as his gentle descent suddenly jolted down into him sitting directly on his teacher's lap, with the pulsating knot swollen painfully inside of him. Mercier panted for a moment and let his hips jerk with the involuntary shudders of an uncontrolled member as the younger dog couldn't hold himself any longer. As the German shepherd twitched in his pink caverns, the cub closed his eyes and held on to his teacher's arms as he came, a chest-shaking gasp signaling his release, murmured pleasure adding to the gentle flow of semen that oozed out and stained his underwear, with his cocklet still trapped inside, forced to swell and throb pitifully as the boycream slowly forced its way into the fabric.

"Unf..." the cub groaned, mostly to himself, as he sank into Mercier's warm body heat, letting the bigger male shove him down at his shoulders, forcing his entire upper body even lower on the turgid cock that began to finally spew out into the child. The knot milked that immature prostate as it continued to pump the thick semen in the pupil, coating Roni's insides with the dirty white of a job well done, the bulbous, thick meat compressed the contents of the heavy orbs deep inside the underage subject.

The grown-up could only enjoy his student's ass as he leaned back himself. The computer still ran and blinked the red light of recording. All but one cam was off, and for a moment, the exhausted cub thought he recognized that pattern of red on those underpants, the jock strap in some memory or another. But it didn't really matter, as the two were now left completely along, having came by themselves; something had come up that made everyone else forced to depart, and let the student and his teacher enjoy a moment of what they probably thought was love.

Finishing, up, Mercier might have felt a twinge of love, but that was only in passing, a paternal glimpse that he knew he should reserve for potential offspring and his laptop itself. He closed the lid with a sigh, reaching around the boy to do so. Smiling a jester's grin, he rubbed the cub on his lap all over, massaging his chest and thighs once again, letting the knot swell down. "Looks like we're going to be here for awhile, little dude," he managed to pant out, as his brow began to clear of sweat, his testes lowering back down to his taint where they should be in hot temperatures like this.

Roni nodded, glancing down and grimacing. He would need to change the cum-stained underwear soon, but that could be achieved with anther quick raid through the locker room. Nobody used locks, and he could find something his size easily. Without an erection to keep up the tent, the tight briefs faded down to neon ochre, darker where his fluids had leaked out. Rumpled and wet, the waistband sliding down his hips and starting to itch.

Glancing down at the desk, his eyes began to roam over the papers in boredom. There was nothing of interest on the desk, really, save a list of test answers - Roni was definitely going to need those later - and a list of random calendar events. There was a note on the current date, but the obscure scrawl made it hard to make out. "Uh, Mr. Mercier?"

The dog opened his eyes, still smiling, looking up at the ceiling with a blank ecstasy, high on the thrill of his success, and his blatant action that he had still gotten away with, and in such a setting! "Yes, Tyrone?" he mumbled through half-closed lips.

"What does 'parrot-teaser circumference' mean?"

Confused, the adult glanced over to the note. "No, no, that says parent-teacher conferences."

Then, there was a light knock on the door.

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