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January 15 2014

Corey Jones let out a long yawn as he lay back in his desk chair, having stayed up too late the previous night for one of his favourite movies that had been on TV. He seemed to drift in and out of sleep as he waited for the bell to ring, his eyes nearly closed when a particularly troublesome student of his entered. "Well Collet, you're here early" he said to the young crossbreed, gulping as she caught him off guard with a chipper smile.

Her eyes flickered as she crept up onto her teacher's lap, snuggling into his crotch as she whispered into his ear, "You know, after what we did I've been thinking a lot... I think I kinda like having a pervy teacher after all!"

"Collet I... ah!" the boxer whimpered out as she began rubbing her small body against his lap, his paw grabbing her hips as she pushed the lump in his pants against her rump. He began to pant and groan as he was teased by his student, only to suddenly stop as pain sparked in his right leg.

He opened his eyes to view the hybrid girl staring back at him, her face as bitter and sour as always as she grumbled, "Stupid pervert, having a nasty dream at work!" He blushed as he readjusted himself, the front of his pants tented and his leg stinging from the slap his student had given it. He realized that the happy and horny little girl was a dream, and as he struggled to appear decent again, his real class had begun flooding in.

All the students seem eager and excited as they sat in their seats, their bright young minds ready for another fun filled day of learning. Corey noted one boundless student in particular, an adorable young hedgehog boy that was engaged in a cheery conversation with a young raccoon. "Alright class, settle down please," he acknowledged his students, "Today we will be starting the day with math."

"Aww" Dylan groaned as he lay across his desk, his frilly spikes rustling as he mumbled to himself.

"Now now Mr. Horner, math is very important." The boxer's eyes steered towards Collet as he heard her retort with a loud 'tch', deciding not to scold her for the time being, after all she had just caught him a little red-pawed himself. He turned back to his chalk board, the thin white piece in his paw clacking away as he wrote out the problems for his students. When everything was finally written on the board, Corey gave the cubs time to work out the tricky little bits of numbers. Nothing was much grander a problem than '2+3' or '4-1', but for the young students it proved to be enough of a challenge.

After ample time for the completion of the teacher's solutions, Corey did his rounds strolling around the student's desks, checking their answers and helping any of them that had trouble reaching a conclusion. As usual most students seemed to have a fairly solid grasp on the problems, the odd youngster needing a little bit of a helping paw. The boxer couldn't help but chuckle as he heard a familiar grunt, the young hedgehog giving the table a little smack as he whimpered out, "Mista Jones, I don't wike maph, it's dumb!"

"Come now Dylan," the teacher said softly as he walked over to Dylan, the gentle teacher reaching over the boy to help him with each problem, "Why don't you draw a picture?"

"Of what?" the hedgehog asked inquisitively, his eyes wide and curious.

"Well you like that 'Bumper Buddies' game," he said as he looked at the little cage on the boy's desk, a bunch of spherical little characters sitting in their plastic heap, "Why don't you draw me four of those?"

"Oh... ok?" he said, still confused as he began to scribble nonsensical ovals, his tongue sticking out as he worked on his masterpiece.

"There, that one's Egger, that one is Captain Shark, and that one-"

"That's great Dylan," Corey politely interrupted the boy before he lost him forever, "Now what would happen if you played a match with your friends and you lost one?"

"Well, then there would only be three?" the boy said, looking up dumbfounded until a look of clarity beamed over his expression, "Ohhhh, that's the answer, three!!"

"Unbelievable" Collet hissed as she kept scribbling into her own book, sickened by the performance of her classmate. Before she could let out any more grumbling commentary, Corey stepped up to her desk, a frown filling his expression as he looked down at what she had been spending all morning doodling. Instead of doing her work she had been drawing a big lopsided spider web, paying no mind to her teacher as he sighed in defeat.

...

"I just feel she could really benefit from some tutoring, I mean she's very smart for her age, but she won't apply herself, I feel if she gets one on one attention, maybe she'll feel more challenged and her grades will improve." The boxer continued his speech during the first recess, Isaac Berkley nodding his head as he sipped a cup of coffee.

"I understand how you feel Mr. Jones, but that would be up to the parent, after all, they would have to be able to afford such a service." The bear yawned as he gulped down the rest of his coffee, clearly a little tired.

"I thought of that as well sir, I know this may sound weird but... but what if I did it, once a week, volunteer of course."

Isaac raised his eyebrow as he cocked his head a little, "That's a little unorthodox don't ya think?"

"I know sir, I know how it sounds, but I just care about all my students and I can see the potential Collet possess, I just, I can't see that go to waste over something as trivial as a bratty attitude."

The principal weighed the option in his mind as he stretched his arms out, thinking on each detail before nodding to the younger teacher, "Tell you what, let me contact her mother, give her your proposal, if she agrees it'll be off the books and I'll leave it in your capable paws."

"That sounds perfect sir, thank you!" Corey replied as he smiled brightly. He knew what a handful this whole notion would turn out to be, but he really wasn't lying, it would hurt him to see all of his young student's potential go to waste.

...

Collet yawned as she walked around the tarmac by herself during recess, her eyes following the concrete as she followed the little crack lines absent mindedly. She suddenly stopped as her eyes happened upon a small potato bug, her little pupils darting along with the small creature as it walked off in a random direction, seemingly without purpose. Her lip curved ever so slightly as she watched it move along with its little legs, somewhat of a bizarre almost-grin on her face just before a young bulldog jumped in the air, stomping down onto the small bug.

Collet's eyes went blank as she watched the insect's demise, her expression turning to an angry frown as she stared down the boy who had just squished the bug. "I got you, you evil alien, muahahahahaha!" the boy howled as he recited lines from his favourite movie, seemingly having the time of his life just before the young crossbreed lunged at him. He could barely make sense of what was going on just as the girl's palm collided with his cheek, Collet giving him several slaps as she grunted in anger. "Oww, oww stop, stoooop!" the boy yelped before crying, Collet's vision spinning as a teacher's paw gripped the back of her shirt hoisting her off of the young bulldog.

"Young lady just what do you think you are doing?!" the booming voice came from Abby Windle, the rather busty poodle glaring at the young cub as she reached to help the bulldog up, "Go to the office immediately!"

Collet let out her typical 'tch' as she turned her back on the poodle, giving the teacher a grim "Whatever" as she walked back into the building. She didn't bother to look back, even for a moment, as the teacher helped up the sobbing mess of her victim, the crossbreed stomping down the hall as she thought to herself, 'He deserved it anyways!'

...

"Young lady, it goes without question that this type of behaviour is not tolerated at this school, or any other public establishment for that matter!" the voice shouting belonged to Bridgette Fletcher, the school's superintendent and current vice principal. The middle aged hyena didn't bother to dumb down her words or her tone for the young student, already knowing from her file that she was blessed with high intelligence for her age. "What could that young boy have possibly done to merit you physically striking him young lady?"

"He, sq-mmm-ug" Collet mumbled, her words incomprehensible as they were spoken under her breath.

"Pardon me?!" the hyena barked.

"He squished a bug!" the crossbreed hissed back at her.

"He squished a bug?" Bridgette asked with equal measures of sarcasm and cynicism, "You cannot be serious Collet!"

"I am serious, he killed a little bug that had no chance, so I hit him" she said so matter-of-factly.

Bridgette nodded her head as she noted the clear lack of any lesson learned by the young girl. "Ok I think I've heard enough, if you'll kindly return to your classroom, I will call your mother and inform her of this... bug incident."

Collet's eyes widened as an uncharacteristic sense of fear flooded her. She bounded onto her feet as she rushed over to the hyena's side, gripping the waist line of her shirt as she begged, "No, no no no please, please don't tell my mother I got into a fight over a bug!"

The hyena's eyebrow raised from the sudden outburst of the cub, her fingernails tapping her desk as she considered the girl's plea, "Then you'll behave yourself, stop starting fights, and let Mr. Jones teach his lessons without any more complaining?"

Collet gulped as she sneered a little, "Yes."

"Do you promise?" Bridgette practically toyed with the young girl.

"Yes, yes, I promise ok?!" the crossbreed crossed her arms as she pouted once again.

"Good, now get back to your class, and try to learn what you can so Mr. Jones doesn't have to reteach his entire lesson to you!"

Collet huffed as she left the vice principal's office, muttering "I'm not stupid" as she let gravity close the door behind her. Bridgette shook her head in near bewilderment as she reached for a slip of paper, scribbling her name on it in cursive writing as she called Cassandra with her intercom. "Yes Bridgette?" the doe answered, following the rules to never call the hyena by her last name.

"I can't believe I'm doing this Cass, but I'm approving Isaac's request to let Mr. Jones tutor Collet, I feel there's a lot he can teach her... maybe even some etiquette!"

...

A short ways from Ridgewood Elementary School was a small, lovely little home on Chestnut Hill. Inside was a middle aged, rather beautiful armadillo, who was hustling and bustling in the kitchen at the end of the day as she waited for her daughter to get home.

She was looking forward to meeting the teacher she had said such nice things about, and was anxious to hear his thoughts on furthering her daughter's grades. She had just finished tossing the salad that would go along with her meal when she heard the door open, the scaly mammal taking a break from her work to greet her kit.

Just as soon as the door opened, the young crossbreed came bounding into her mother's arms, yipping out a loud, cheerful, "Mommy!" as she nuzzled into her cheek.

"Hey sweetie," the armadillo giggled as she hugged her loved one, "How was school day?"

"It was ok I guess," Collet spoke with a tone expected by any regular school girl, "A little boring but that's just what school is like."

"Now now Collet, you know school is important."

"I know mommy" she laughed as she sat at the kitchen table, opening an insect encyclopedia to the page she had left off on earlier that morning. The girl's mother got back to preparing their supper as she waited patiently for their guest to arrive, her ears flickering when a knock finally rapped gently on the door. "Hmm, who could that be?" Collet pondered as she got up to her feet, "I'll get it."

The crossbreed kept her bright smile as she opened the door, her little eyes looking up at the familiar boxer until her usual frown smeared over her muzzle, "What are you doing here?!"

"Is that your teacher Collet dear? He's here to give you some help on your lessons today." her mother's voice called from the kitchen.

"Oh!" Collet replied, her scowl like ice cold daggers, "What a pleasant surprise!" She reached up to grab Corey by the collar, hissing into his ear, "Mention this to anyone... ANYONE at school, and you're dead!"

Before he could say anything, the crossbreed frolicked back inside, her usual dismal attitude replaced with a charming, cute warmth. The boxer did his best to hide the shock and awe in his expression as his most troublesome student transformed into a little angel, his muzzle remaining posed in a neutral smile as he was greeted by the pretty armadillo. "You must be Mr. Jones, pleased to meet you, my name is Isabelle."

"Oh, umm, please call me Corey" he said as he shook the mother's paw, trying not to blush as he felt stunned by her contrasting beauty. She had long, curly, frizzy hair that was very dirty blonde and stunning blue eyes. Corey noted how different she seemed to look in contrast to her daughter, the scales littered about the cub's body the only real trait she seemed to carry. The boxer couldn't help but find himself wondering what Collet's father looked like, after all, she had clearly been given most of his side of the gene pool.

"Corey it is then," the armadillo smiled as she twirled one of her curls in her fingers. She looked down as she felt her daughter tug at her pant leg, "Mommy can I go play in my room until dinner?"

The armadillo grinned as she ruffled the cub's hair, "Sure hon, you go play, I'll call you when dinner's ready." She looked back to the teacher as her daughter scampered off up the stairs to her room, "Would you care to join me in the kitchen for some coffee, figured we could discuss some of my daughter's... 'troubles' before dinner."

The boxer nodded with a smile as he followed the armadillo into the kitchen, "That would be lovely thank you." He kept a general air of good cheer as the pretty armadillo poured coffee into two mugs, one with pictures of flowers, the other a cartoony canvas of grassy fields.

"How do you take your coffee?" she asked him politely.

"Oh umm, one milk, two sugars please and thanks."

"So," Isabelle began as she finished stirring and passed the grassy mug to the boxer, taking a sip from her flowery one, "What seems to be causing my daughter such trouble in class."

Corey thought for a moment as he noted the clear difference in personality the girl had around his mother, choosing his words carefully for the cub's sake, "She seems... eager to learn, but I think she doesn't feel challenged enough, your daughter is highly intelligent for her age, and most of her classmates are average, a few even slower." He fiddled with his mug in between pauses, taking the occasional sip, "Really I think it's with all the times she needs to slow down for the others to catch up, she just, sort of stops trying all together."

"I see," the armadillo said with a slight chuckle, "Every bit as stubborn as her father."

The canine nodded, "And where is Mr. Stone, if I might ask?"

She looked away as she took a gulp of her coffee, "There is, no Mr. Stone, anymore..."

"Oh, I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"No you didn't know, he's not dead I mean, just, well, we haven't seen him for over a year, him and I, we didn't work out..."

Corey nodded as he listened to her story thoughtfully, "I'm very sorry to hear that."

"Do you think maybe..." the girl's mother spoke half to Corey, half to herself, "Maybe that has something to do with her..."

The teacher thought of her attitude at school, noting how everything seemed to make a little more sense now, "It could, but honestly I just think she needs a little one on one time every once in a while, allows me to push her ahead of the class a little, and gives me valid reason to override a few bad marks should she keep up her habits of not participating."

"Is that, is that strictly speaking, by the books?" the mother was more curious than worried.

"In a way yes, in a way no," the boxer began to explain, "This practice is sort of unorthodox, but I am fully in my right to change her grades should she prove to understand the lessons fully... now I can't promise this will work in future grade levels, so I'm sort of hoping challenging her will get her to change her attitude towards class a little bit, if not slowly."

The armadillo smiled as she finished her coffee, stepping over to hug the boxer, "You really are a sweet man Corey, I'm glad my daughter has a teacher like you, looking out for her best interests.

"Y-yeah..." Corey mumbled as he felt sick with regret, the thought of what he had done to the woman's daughter stabbing at his heartstrings.

...

The supper that Isabelle had prepared for the group was delicious, a tasty roast beef with a fresh garden salad as a side. Corey felt a tad guilty that a somewhat extravagant meal had been prepared solely for his benefit but the armadillo seemed more than happy to make it. The company was more than a little awkward as the three shared a charade of a typical day at Ridgewood. Corey faking innocence and Collet smiling and saying such good things about her teacher. Her mother was none the wiser, unaware of how uncomfortable the dinner was making both of them.

When their meals were all finished, Isabelle allowed the two to head to Collet's room, figuring a private place where Collet felt safe would make her feel more apt to learning. While her mother started dishes, the pair climbed the house's stairs, Collet returning to her usual air of callus bitterness as she scowled away.

'Dumb pervert would just LOVE to be in my room, wouldn't he?' she thought to herself, 'Teach me new things huh? Yuck! Sicko!' "Can't you go to Dylan's house instead?" she finally said aloud, "He's the stupid one."

"Collet, do not speak like that about your classmates!" Corey said in the hedgehog's defense, "Dylan is a bright young boy, not everyone is as gifted as you, some need a little extra help, now if you speak ill of anyone again I will be forced to give you a detention for tomorrow."

"Oh forced eh?" Collet grinned, more evil than sweet as she whispered to him, "You mean like you forced me to suck on that big dumb dick of yours?"

Corey gulped as the memory filled him with both lust and anxiety, "Well I-ok fine, but please Collet give the boy a chance, he's not that bad."

"Hmph! He's an idiot and you're a pervert! The only two types of boys there are really." When the two reached her room, Collet gave her teacher one last glare of warning, "Touch anything, ANYTHING and I'll end you!"

"Ok, fine" Corey said in defense as he hid his paws behind his back, more than a bit curious as the small crossbreed led them inside. The canine looked around as he heard the off buzzing around the room, several little jars and containers of various things that crawled, flew, and spun webs filling every spare piece of furniture in the room that didn't already hold books. "Ah" was all Corey could say as he viewed the girl's obsession, her collection of insects, insect books, and even little bug plushies on her bed revealing the scope of her passion. "So you like bugs eh?" he said with a chuckle.

"Oh you're a detective now? Hopefully you do a better job at that than you do teaching."

"Collet," he sighed as he sat on her bed, nearly on the edge as to not sprawl inappropriately, "I understand what I did to you was wrong and I will never forgive myself for hurting you, but please, at least try and see others in a better light than you see me... look I'm sorry, so sorry for what I did to you, but please, show the world the bright young girl your mother sees."

Collet grumbled to herself as she pulled out a little notebook and pencil from a big pile of books on the desk across from her bed, "No, only mommy sees that, everyone else is stupid."

"Collet, everyone else is not stupid, I mean sure, I am stupid, waaaay stupid for what I did, but not everyone is like me."

The crossbred let out a soft "hmph" as she flipped to an empty page, writing the name 'Corey' in her book to show off just how well she could actually write, "You are very stupid, but I forgive you."

"What did you say?" Corey asked as his tail wagged from the only sincere thing the cub had ever told him.

"I said I forgive you... you're a big pervert, but you didn't hurt me... and you didn't make fun of me for my bugs..."

"Collet, that, that's so sweet of you..."

The crossbreed looked away with a sneer as she got the deepest blush of her life, "Whatever, just teach me something already!"

"Ok you got it," the boxer smiled as he shuffled a little closer to her, still sitting on the bed as she sat on the little chair beside it, "How about we do today's lesson, but I'll make it a little harder for you?"

"Ok" collet replied matter-of-factly, passing her notebook and pencil to the teacher for a moment.

"Ok there you are Collet" he said as he passed it back, several problems marked, '6+7', '8-4' and so on over the page.

"Hmm" she mumbled as she worked away, solving each problem in remarkable timing.

"Wow Collet, that's fantastic... y'know, hmm I think I'll try to show you something a little more advanced than your grade, would you like that?"

Collet raised her eyes with a slight bit of excitement, but replied with her usual "Whatever."

"Ok I am going to show you, multiplication." As he spoke to the cub she reached for her feet, pulling off her little socks as she felt like her footpaws were getting a little too warm. Corey gulped as he looked at the adorable pair of feet, the little toes wiggling as they were set free.

"What?" Collet asked as she noted the look on her tutor's face.

"It's nothing, ok, so-" he cleared his throat, "Multiplication is when there are more sets of the same number, for example," he jot into the girl's notebook, "How many two's did I just write?"

The cub looked down at the page, seeing three different number twos doodled onto the page, "Three."

"Right, so how would you add those three together into one big number?" He watched as the cub struggled for a moment, her toes curling as she swung her legs back and forth. He sweat bullets as he watched her shake her little footpaws, always having a bit of a thing for feet. He crossed his legs as his pants began to tent, the little stamping of her toepads driving him wild. "That's very good," he said as he watched her add two little plus signs in between the twos, "and what is two plus two plus two?"

"...six?" she finally answered, the teacher letting out a little clap.

"That is correct Collet, so in multiplication that would be called 'two times three', get it?"

"Umm, k-kinda," Collet said as she cocked her head to the side, the terms not totally dumbfounding but still just a tad beyond her full grasp, "Maybe I do need to practice math a little longer before I skip ahead..."

Corey beamed as he watched his student both flourish with her challenge and gain a little bit of humility all at once. Everything was going so well, until she turned to face him her eyes widening, and face blushing before she frowned at the lump in her teacher's lap. "Oh great, what's got your pervert mind ticking away now?!" she snapped as she crossed her arms in disapproval.

"What, n-no, I wasn't, I mean-"

"It's clear it was something disgusting and perverted, so you might as well spit it out."

The boxer's cheeks were flushed as he scratched his chin, letting out a long "Ummm" before finally admitting, "It, it was your feet..."

"My feet?" Collet asked as her temple seemed to throb with irritation.

"Yes, y-your feet, they're, umm, really cute."

"My feet are cute?" she restated his sentence, staring him down in near disbelief.

"Yes, I've always had a thing for feet and umm, yours look so soft and adorable and, l-let's just get back to math!"

Collet grit her teeth a little as she muttered a few quiet curses to herself, "I highly doubt a dumb pervert like you could focus on anything when your dick is up like that."

"That's not true, Collet, sometimes guys just get excited like that, I can ignore it."

The crossbreed let out a short 'tch' as she rolled her eyes, "Yeah, 'cause you've got such a great history of restraint." The canine looked to the floor as the guilt hit him again, both teacher and student silent until the cub lay back in her little chair, "Fine, pull it out."

"Pull? What? Collet, no!" the boxer squealed frantically as he realized what the cub was suggesting. "Not in your bedroom... I mean not at all, ugh, damn it!"

"I'm not putting my socks back on, they're icky from sweat and my feet are more comfortable this way... and if you really like my feet then you're gonna be sitting there with a lump all day, do you really want my mother to see you with that thing poking up against your pants?"

"N-no..." Corey whispered as he looked down at his noticeable erection.

"Then pull it out, let's make this quick so I can enjoy some time to myself before tomorrow."

The teacher gulped as he nervously kept an eye on the cub's door, expecting her mother to come bursting in at any moment. Despite disagreeing with the way things were going he knew arguing with the girl would be a waste of his time. With one swift motion, he pushed open the button on his pants and unzipped them, letting his pants and underwear hit the floor as his hard cock was set free. Collet frowned as she looked at the raised rod of flesh, almost looking away as she held her feet up, "Get closer stupid!"

The boxer shuffled as he close as he could while still sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his cock out until the cub's feet reached up to grip it.

With a careful swipe of her feet, she gripped the teacher's cock, his breath tightening as her soft toepads slid over the sensitive flesh of his shaft. "Oh mmm, Collet that feels wonderful!" Corey gasped as she began to slide her feet up and down the hard shaft, Collet squirming a little as she felt precum squirt out over her toes.

'Yuck!' she thought to herself as she spread two of her toes out, the sticky strand of pre connected between them. She kept rubbing his cock however, ignoring the sticky sensation as she got the hang of gripping something with her feet, as if they were her regular paws. The smooth skin on the soles of her feet felt so soft and warm as they pressed against Corey's cock, the adult squinting and groaning as his cock twitched to the girl's teases.

"That feels so good Collet, th-thank you!" he exclaimed in a hushed but passionate tone.

The cub blushed herself, just a little as she noted the submissive nature the older male seemed to have around her, "Yeah, yeah, just hurry up and finish!"

"O-ok fine, I'll try!" Corey hissed under his breath, moving his hips a little as he humped Collet's gripping feet. The more he thrust, the harder he got, and the more precum he shot out over the cub's toes.

"Eww, could you stop messing up my feet, god!" she spat as she gently kicked his cock away, just a tad as to not fully sack him. "You're taking too damn long!"

Corey frowned as he spoke up in reply, "I'm sorry, i-it's just not enough, I-I mean your feet are adorable and soft and they feel really good on mine-"

Collet waved a paw, "Please spare me any further details."

"Ok, but I mean, I don't know if I can completely... finish, with just your feet."

"Well aren't you a charmer," she spoke sarcastically, dropping her skirt to the floor, showing off her cute little panties, pink and frilly, with the smallest heart at the top of the waistline on both sides, "Although it pains me to say so, I guess you can grind against me if it helps you're perverted obsession, but don't dare try anything else!"

Corey was once again dumbfounded, but the heat of arousal forced him to follow along with the girl's plan. He reached for the girl's shoulders, his paws very gentle as he kept her steady. She could feel his heartbeat as he pressed against her, the warmth of his body and the pace of his breath giving her the briefest moment of fleeting nostalgia. "I miss..." she grumbled to herself, only half her sentence audible.

"What's that?" Corey asked, his usual sweetness somewhat muddied by his physical hunger.

"I said I wish you'd get on with it!"

"Fine." He said confidently as he gripped her shoulders a little harder, pushing his cock between the girl's legs before thrusting forward, the constant rhythm against her covered privates starting to get her wet.

"Ahh, mmm, f-fucking pervert!" she stopped herself quickly from giving into her own temptation of weakness.

"Well if you weren't such an evil little temptress, and s-stopped teasing me, I wouldn't get all worked up like this!"

"Big words for a pervert teacher, grinding against his student-ahh!" she whimpered at the end, the tip of Corey's cock jabbing against the outline of the girl's folds.

"You sound sort of perverted yourself there Collet!"

The cub growled as the canine fought back, but a warmth filled her loins, her pussy soaked as she felt and heard the older male finally have some balls. "You're such a bad influence, if I wasn't as patient as I-aaaa-am," she staggered as he pushed against her again, "I'd get your dirty ass fire-hey watch it!" Just as she yelped the boxer gave another thrust, accidentally pushing his erection into the side of the girl's panties, the top side of his shaft now pressed her folds. "Careful you dumb dog, you're going to rip my panties!" she practically roared as she looked down at the bulge pressing out her undergarment.

"S-sorry Collet..." Corey sighed as he struggled to breath without panting, the warm, wet sex of his student soaking his hard cock.

He carefully slipped himself out of her silky underwear, the cub heaving out an exaggerated breath as she slid them off and tossed them onto her bed. "God you are just unbelievable!" she complained as she swatted him on the side of the arm, "I'm only gonna let you do this 'cause CLEARLY nothing else is gonna make that stupid hard on go away!"

Corey's eyes raised as he watched the girl drop down onto her bed, still wearing her shirt as she raised her bottom half, her bare legs spreading in the air as she showed off her slick sex, "J-just get it over with ok?"

"Collet no, I'm not gonna take your-don't feel forced to-I mean not just bec-"

"Oh will you shut up and take a hint you dumb dog, you went through all the effort to get me going the least you could do is finish the job, god, and to think I'm the 'innocent' one."

"Collet, listen you need to know, when a girl your age has sex for the first time she-"

"I don't have that anymore you big lug, just for the sake of-ahh!" she stopped her speech as Corey leaned over, sliding two of his fingers slowly into her, thinking she was just talking big until he eventually fit them all the way in.

"You're not a virgin?!" his eyes went wonky as he made the discovery.

"What a stupid, rude," she slapped his face, "Thing to say to a girl!"

The boxer shook his head as he looked at the girl's door one more time, feeling nervous about being walked in on still, but hopping up onto the bed with her nonetheless. He knelled down over her carefully, resting her legs against his chest as he pressed his cock carefully against her entrance, "Collet, y-you're sure-"

"Corey," she said as she kissed his nose, before glaring at him with anger again, "Shut... up!"

Corey's heart beat wildly as he felt the soft touch of the cub's lips, his fears dissolving as the situation between felt less anxious and just a little more special. He rubbed hers legs softly with his paws to keep her calm as he slowly dropped his body, the slowest addition of his weight causing the girl's tight pussy to stretch open slowly, just barely able to accept the canine's thick shaft. Her breath tightened as she squinted from the stinging pain, not overwhelmed but just a little uncomfortable. "K-keep going" she reassured him as he kept the descent of his manhood gradual and patient, around five inches as deep as he could go without hurting her.

She lay her head against her pillow as she gasped and whimpered, a weird mix of stretching pain and tingling pleasure filling her body as he slowly pulled back out of her, leaving just the tip pressed against her damp lips before submerging himself back inside. The more times he slid back out and in, the easier it was for her body to accept the intrusion. Soon all of the mild pain melted away, her body stretched out just enough for each slide of the hard cock to give her enticing tingles and a content fullness.

With her whimpers turning quickly into tiny little mews, Corey began to speed up, carefully diving in and out of the tight little pussy as it gripped his manhood in a slick embrace. He could barely hold back as he thrust into the young cub, the warmth of her shallow depths pushing him into overdrive.

Collet could barely frown as she looked up at her teacher, her mouth agape as she staggered out panted breaths, her paws reaching to grab Corey's butt as he thrust over and over. He smiled at her gently as he felt her grip at him, just barely able to reach his backside with her small paws. He reached down with his right paw, thumb searching out her tiny clitoris and circling around it with a smooth press.

Her whole body contorted as a shocking wave of orgasmic rush hit her, her young body shaking and reeling from all the built up tension. She nipped at her teacher's left arm as he held her with it, half to help bear the overwhelming tingles, half to muffle her own moans. "It's ok," the boxer whispered to her, "Just ride it out, you're about to have an org-"

"I know what I'm about to have you stupid-ahh!" she barked out before pressing her muzzle to the canine's arm again, hiding a loud yip as her whole body tensed up, fluid gushing from her little treasure as her folds tightened frantically over the boxer's cock.

"Oh Collet, shit, I'm gonna..." Corey trailed off as he felt the girl's climax, his knot pulsing as he fought his natural urge to thrust forward. "Collet, I'm g-gonna-" the canine stuttered as his cock throbbed with intensity, the young girl he was mating kicking him back suddenly with her feet.

He slipped with his paws as he was forced back, accidentally lifting Collet's shirt as he repositioned himself. It was too late for him to hold back, the dog panting as his cock shook wildly, ropes of sticky white seed shooting out onto the girl's stomach. With both orgasms achieved, the dog dropped back onto his back, panting and sighing as a goofy grin spread across his muzzle.

Collet lay back as well as her body eased down from the overwhelming sensations, the cub smacking her teacher's legs when she was finally ready to sit back up, "You idiot, what were you thinking?! Trying to finish inside me, how rude!"

"Collet I'm sorry, I-"

"You what?" she interrupted before he could try to explain himself, "Just look at my tummy!"

Corey smirked at first from the cute word she chose to describe the particular piece of anatomy, the area in question slick and sticky with thick dog cum. "I know, I know if you jus-"

"Clean it up, right now!" she spat back at him.

"I just need to get some wa-"

"Now!"

"That's what I'm-"

"NOW!!" she finally barked, the boxer covering her muzzle as he looked to the door frantically, "Ok, I get it, just shush or your mother will catch us!"

"Look mommy, teacher taught me how to spread my legs!" the crossbreed mocked him in a sarcastic cutesy tone.

"What do you want me to do Collet?" the adult pleaded, "I can't clean you up if I don't have water."

"You have plenty of water," she grinned wickedly at him, "Just use that tongue of yours."

"What, no Collet, I don't want to-"

"I didn't ask you!" she commanded as she smacked his leg again, "Mooooom" she began before Corey's paw pressed against it again.

"Alright, alright, alright!" he sputtered as he leaned his head in, dragging his tongue across her belly to lap up his own salty mess. He wasn't particularly enthused with the taste but he managed to swallow it down without gagging. Little did he realize but the cub he was cleaning couldn't help but smile as she was tickled, holding back a fight of giggles until her eyes teard up.

"Ok that's enough Mr. Pervert," she finally spoke as she felt her fur was cleaned thoroughly enough, "Now can you put your pants back on and leave?"

...

"I can't thank you enough for doing this!" the bright and cheerful words came from the armadillo as she held her daughter up in her arms, the crossbreed clutching her mother's shoulder.

"It was no trouble, I very much enjoy teaching Collet new things." He gulped as he caught her glance at him out of the corner of his eye, "I look forward to getting to know you better as well Miss Stone."

The girl's mother beamed as she leaned in to give the teacher a hug, happy to see he accepted it without much thought. It was a very innocent thing but it proved the man was not uptight, something Isabelle had often felt held teacher's back in their craft. "Take care of yourself Corey." she added with a gentle smile, the armadillo waving to him as he left.

"Goodbye Mr. Jones" the faintest, sweetest young voice added just before he was out of reach. He turned to see Collet smiling at him, a bright, warm smile that any normal student would.

"Goodbye Collet, goodbye Isabelle" he said at last as he turned towards his car. He thought about how true that smile really was and how much of her attitude was exaggerated. For a moment he wondered if it bothered him that the beautiful smile he was given may have been fabricated, then as the gentle roar of his engine started his car, he decided that it didn't really matter, regardless of its nature, the smile was beautiful.