Problem Students

Story by Kooshmeister on SoFurry

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Luke, a Lucario taur, works as the disciplinarian at a high school that's had about all it can take from misbehaving or underperforming students, and has implemented a controversial new punishment method to weed such problem students out.


Being a taur had its drawbacks. Luke had realized this relatively early in life. The world was made for two-legged furs. Vehicles, chairs, beds, entire buildings were designed entirely around their particular body structure. Taurs, although they existed and were acknowledged, were never foremost in the thoughts of architects and designers. Nevertheless, it wasn't that difficult to have custom-made furniture, although it was costly. Luke's regular teacher's salary hadn't quite been enough to cover it. All the school had been willing to cover was the long chair his belly currently rested on, and that was for school use only. Principal Kanig had been adamant about that. So in order to pay for his expensive custom furnishings, Luke had been forced to take on a new job at the high school. Specifically that of chief disciplinarian.

He handled "problem students." Those who were either troublemakers or bullies, or otherwise nice kids whose poor performance in class was dragging the school's reputation down. It was a job he relished. Mostly because of how he went about handling it. Students whose files crossed his desk promptly disappeared, never to be heard from again. Everyone in the faculty knew where they went, but nobody discussed it. After the recent events at Diogenes High and the arrest of soccer coach Sam Withers, the administrators didn't want it to get out that they punished students by having their disciplinarian, an enormous, hungry taur, eat them.

It was after school. Luke sat behind his desk, grading papers, a pair of reading glasses perched delicately on his muzzle. His students performed exceedingly well, he was proud to say. Some suspected their teacher's other job at the school, and so they were not only well-behaved, but they also worked hard and studied. And so, even when one failed, Luke was forgiving because that student had at least tried. He only bothered with repeat offenders. Besides, it was best left up to the other boys and girls to punish their classmate for making them all look bad.

Luke was a Lucario. Size-wise, he was quite the specimen, measuring in at ten feet tall and seven feet in length. Instead of the usual blue fur common to this species of Pokémon, he had a very light gray fur, almost white. His clothing was relatively sparse. At the moment just a cheap dress shirt and a tie, currently loosened and dangling limply around his neck. As he looked over the latest paper, he reached and picked up a coffee mug, and gingerly took a slow sip. Below what would be considered the waist on a normal fur, his long, powerful body stretched out over the cushions of the custom seat. As he wore no garments on his lower body, his hefty swollen balls, which were roughly the size of a pair of ripe pumpkins, and thick sheath were always visible, and sometimes his puckered anus was, too, whenever his tail was in just the right position. Principal Kanig had tried and failed to persuade him to wear pants. Luke had nothing against his employer, but there were just certain things he didn't like doing; sure, they made pants for taurs, but they were confining and uncomfortable to him, and besides, pants got in the way of his duties. His mouth was the only place he shoved underperforming students, after all, and he needed easy access to other areas of his body when the time for punishment came.

As he set the mug back down, he hear the clip clop of approaching shoes. Specifically, the shiny brown leather ones of Principal Kanig. He looked up from the paper in his hand - Shirley Astor's book report - as Principal Sigmund Kanig entered. He was a surprisingly thin, dour-looking Koalak with gray-green fur and wavy blonde hair, wearing the same bargain basement suit he always wore. He smiled tiredly. There was a file folder in his hand.

"Busy, Luke?" he asked. Luke sensed it was a rhetorical question and said nothing. The Koalak turned and shut the door. Leaned against it. A sighed flowed through him. "I wish I had more, uh, cheerful business to come and discuss with you, but..." He trailed off.

Luke took his reading glasses off and smirked. He could feel the itch of arousal building deep in his loins. More students to be "handled."

The Principal immediately confirmed that this was so: "It seems we've got a few students who aren't quite up to Superintendent Wachs' lofty standards." He held up the folder for emphasis.

Luke smirked. Unlike Sigmund, who, bless him, was very squeamish about the entire affair, Luke enjoyed it. He hoped the students were attractive. He didn't really enjoy downing Butterfaces, Ugly Betties and fat nerds. Hard-bodied handsome jocks and pretty cheerleader types, that was what the big Lucario taur enjoyed feeling squirm through him.

Sigmund knew this, and consequently was always uneasy around his employee, even though besides this the two got along rather well. The thin Koalak walked over and handed the folder to the taur. Without bothering to put his reading glasses on, the Lucario opened it. There were three student files inside. He licked his lips. Mmm, he thought, three. One for each one of his orifices.

Sigmund swallowed. "Shirley Denham, Theodore Rooey and Iggy Costa," he said. The three students whose fates were sealed. "All the information you'll need is in there. Including who their teachers are and what they've done to, uh..."

"To deserve what's coming to them?" Luke asked with a deceptively gently grin. The Koalak principal gulped. "I'm sure it is."

"Well, just as long as you get it done," Sigmund said. "I can count on you, can't I?"

"Of course you can!" Luke said cheerfully. "Have I ever let you down before...?"

"No, and that's kind of what makes me uneasy about you..." Sigmund replied. "It seems to come... too easy for you."

The Lucario taur shrugged. "It's a cruel world. When it comes to a job like this..." He closed the folder. He'd read the files later at home. "...one should really enjoy oneself. Otherwise it becomes a really unpleasant chore." As Sigmund turned to go, Luke called after him. "You really should come and watch me work sometime," he suggested, his voice a slightly seductive purr. "I think you'd find you quite enjoyed watching it as much as you do secretly taping the football players in the showers!"

This was what Wachs had on Sigmund. What he used to force the tender-hearted Koalak to go along with the school's policy. The Principal had been caught secretly filming the male football players. When Luke brought it up, he was being honest; he didn't like Wachs' blackmailing tactics, as he found them cowardly. If Sigmund liked getting off to watching a bunch of jocks in the shower, that was his business and nobody else's. Still, whatever got him to go along with the program... Luke just wished his employer had steadier nerves. He really hoped Sigmund would take him up on his offer. He'd very much like to make a vore-voyeur out of his boss.

"No thanks," Sigmund said, chuckling, "maybe some other time..."

"Oh well," Luke said. "Seeya later."

Sigmund left, and Luke turned and looked at the folder, then stuck it into his briefcase.

He finished grading the papers, then, noting the time, put everything into his briefcase and left for home.

~*~

The following day, Luke arrived at school as usual. He'd stayed up the previous night reading the files on the three students, so he'd know what he was getting into. Instead of heading to his regular classes, though, he went to Principal Kanig's office. The Koalak then took him to the classroom of the first offender on the list, Shirley Denham. She was in Mr. Falkmoore's class. Falkmoore, an elderly badger, was teaching math when Kanig knocked politely. So as not to cause any undue alarm in Shirley, much less her classmates, Luke remained in the hall.

"Yes?" asked Falkmoore.

"Can I see Shirley Denham, please?" Sigmund asked politely.

"Shirley?" Mr. Falkmoore said, turning to his class.

Shirley Denham got up. She was a svelte teenage possum with medium-sized breasts, short, close-cropped hair dyed purple, black lipstick and eyeliner. A scandalously small top held her breasts in while ripped black jeans hugged her curves and mismatched sneakers adorned her feet. Her long prehensile tail flicked lazily too and fro as she walked to the head of the class. There was no bra on underneath her top. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric. She had an insolent look in her eyes, and, indeed, among her various infractions were a variety of disciplinary problems. She'd smoked in the girls' bathroom, cut class and been very disrespectful to her teachers.

Her hips swaying, she followed the principal to the office reserved for these kinds of disciplines, a spacious room which had been repurposed from a home ec class Wachs had decided they didn't need. It consisted solely of a chair for the student and nothing else. Sigmund gestured for Shirley to enter and with an eyeroll, she did. He didn't follow. But Luke did. He ducked as he entered the low doorway and after his long taur body was through, Sigmund shut the door behind him. The Koalak remained in the hall. He'd entered so silently that Shirley wasn't even aware he'd entered after her until she heard the door slam. Startled, she spun, and gasped at the sight of the big taur.

"Oh!" she cried. "You startled me, you jerk!"

"Have a seat," said Luke, gesturing with one enormous hand to the single provided chair.

"I'd rather stand," the female possum said, apparently just to be contrarian.

Luke frowned, but didn't press the issue. She was about to be rubbed out of existence so what did it matter if she showed him any respect or not in her final moments? Clearing his throat and making a small show of adjusting his tie, the Lucario taur asked, "Ms. Denham, surely you're aware that last Tuesday was the third time you were caught smoking behind the dumpster of the gym?"

He left out that smoking wasn't the only thing she, and other students, regularly did back there. Shirley Denham was no virgin, that was for damn sure, although she'd never been caught. He eyed her as the mental image of one of her punk boyfriends giving it to her nice and hard flooded unbidden but not unwelcomed into his mind. She didn't look half-bad for a Gothed-up punk of a teenager. He could feel his dick beginning to stiffen deep inside of his sheath, and knew then and there where Shirley was going to go momentarily. The head slowly emerged from the tip of the sheath but Shirley didn't notice.

"So?" Shirley asked bluntly.

"Well, that's your third strike, and, as they say in baseball, you're out," the taur responded sardonically. The thick pulsing member slid further out and he advanced towards her.

By now, his potent musk began to fill the room. Shirley's nose wrinkled and she glanced down, and caught a glimpse of the bulbous head sliding along the disciplinarian's underbelly. She gasped. "Oh, God!" she yelped, covering her mouth with her hand. "Are you gonna..." she couldn't seem to get it out.

"Rape you?" Luke finished for her. He shook his head. "No, I'm not. It's not really quite my style. But this is!" He reared up on his hing legs, his forelegs planting themselves gently but powerfully on Shirley's shoulders and forcing her down to the floor. Her head struck the cement floor hard, dazing her. "Shirley Denham..." he began officially.

"Ow!" Shirley yelped. She squirmed, her breasts heaving in her top as deft forepaws gripped and ripped it off, exposing her. She screamed. "Noooo!"

"...by the power vested in me by Superintendent Wachs, I sentence you to death by being sucked up my fuckin' sexy cock, and churned into a nice fat load for me!" Luke continued uninterrupted as though Shirley hadn't spoken.

"No, nooo-mmmmppphh!" Shirley yelped.

Her cry was cut off mid "No" by the gaping, oozing urethra of the monster cock sliding over her muzzle. Luke closed his eyes and moaned and his hips began bucking powerfully, his forepaws slipping down to rend and tear and deprive Shirley of her pants and underwear. These were flung aside carelessly. Gripping her, he carefully hoisted her up, her hunched shoulders narrowing her considerably and allowing a much easier entrance into the cock, as thick globs of pre oozed out around her. Her young, pert breasts were sucked in next, and Luke relaxed as it was relatively smooth sailing from here on in. He leaned back, flexed his muscles and cracked his neck as he took Shirley in, that smooth flat tummy of hers sliding in nicely.

The cock bucked and burped forth more globs of semen as she was eaten by it, the veins pulsing and throbbing eagerly as the punk's lovely ass and decidedly non-virginal pussy entered it next, leaving just her long, fit legs to stick out of the slit, kicking desperately, her heels slapping up against Luke's taur chest uselessly, before with steady gulping motions they too slid down out of sight, soundlessly except for a quiet little slurp.

Behind the taur's body, his balls swelled as Shirley's form was emptied into them. Here, the true process that would seal the misbehaving student's fate began. Though she'd been slurped up, she could still thereotically be rescued from the sac, but it wasn't to be. No one was coming for her. But she'd soon "cum" for Luke! He chuckled darkly at his own cruel humor as he felt her squirming inside his nuts, her movements becoming more and more frantic as IT happened - the digestion process. Slowly, Shirley Denham began to be transformed from a pretty but tough student into nothing more than a lovely, sloshing load for the taur, who grunted happily.

Luke looked over his shoulder. Principal Kanig was watching him through the slitted window in the door, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and fascination. He was staring at that monstrous sac full of slowly digesting teenager. Luke watched as he liked his lips, and then the Koalak principal slowly looked up, and their eyes met. Luke winked at him. Even through the glass, fogged from Sigmund's breath, the Lucario could tell his employer was blushing.

After a moment, Sigmund entered and Luke churred happily to him. "Enjoy the free show, Siggy...?" he asked gently.

"I, uh..." Sigmund stammered, and fought to hide the obvious tent he was pitching in his pants. Managing to regain his composure, he said, "When will you be ready to move on to the next student?"

"Any time you're ready."

"All right, then..." said Sigmund, and then went to retrieve the next student. Luke smirked. Sigmund was certainly shaping up to be everything he'd hoped...

With a long sigh, Luke eased his taur body down onto the floor and relaxed a little. He lay on his side, uncaringly splaying his limbs and presenting his still erect monster of a cock and swollen balls towards the door. When it opened and Iggy Costa entered, Sigmund behind him, the student gave a startled cry. Behind him, Sigmund Kanig stared over the boy's shoulder with amazed eyes at the sight of the monstrous cock that had devoured the previous student.

Ignatz Costa was an enormous brawny bear with a black crewcut in a letterman jacket, jeans and a T-shirt with the logo of some sports team or other, who was known as something of a bully. But this wasn't what he was being sent here for. He'd been performing poorly in his science class, and his grades were failing. This meant he couldn't continue playing on the football team as per the school's new rules. In olden times, athletic prowess would've trumped academic, and Iggy's teacher would've been "encouraged" to give him passing grades. Not anymore. The new policies dictated that academic achievments mattered the most, and so, before they could play sports, the numbnuts jock types were supposed to distinguish themselves in class before they could do so on the field. The school wanted smart athletes who were college material beyond their mere physical abilities.

Ignatz had failed this task so far, and now he was about to pay the piper. Or at least the Lucario. The big Pokémon gave a grunt and shifted a little, huge balls sloshing. "Have a seat, Mr. Costa," he said, indicating the chair.

Numbly, as if he were on autopilot, and Luke was sure he'd been ever since entering, Ignatz complied. He sat. "Uh..." he began, "I dunno how else to say this, sir, but if you brought me here for what I think you brought me here for, I can tell you right now, I ain't into any of that faggot stuff. No offense."

Sigmund chewed his lower lip and looked slightly disappointed. Luke guessed the bear teen must've been one of the players the Principal had taped secretly. Clearly, the revelation that Ignatz Costa wasn't gay was a disappointment to the Koalak - but hardly a crushing blow.

"Now why would anyone take offense to that?" said Sigmund.

Luke chuckled. "Indeed. Well, rest assured, Mr. Costa, there won't be any of that, uh 'faggot stuff,' as you put it."

"Then what's with the, uh..." The bear trailed off and pointed a large finger at the enormous Pokémon package on display.

"Oh that!" said Luke, and rolled over, getting back up onto his feet. He approached the seated ursine, his cock leaving a thick trail of pre as the low-hanging head slid gracefully along the concrete. "That's just part of the job. You might say your, uh, predecessor participated in a little bit of cocksucking."

Unable to control himself, Sigmund snorted and laughed, and shook his head. Iggy glanced back at him, then returned his gaze to the taur towering over him. He was about to ask who when he noticed Shirley's discarded clothes. "Ah, yeah. That slut Shirley. Did her a few times behind the dumpster." He chuckled. "But like I said, I don't do cocksucking."

"You will if the cock sucks you!" said Luke, and, reaching down, grabbed the bear.

"Wha--?!"

"Don't worry, though... my cock has already fed. You're going in the more traditional way."

The bear was lifted out of the seat as if he weighed no more than a kindergartner, so strong was the massive taur. Luke sat back on his haunches, and with his other hand ripped off Ignatz's clothes, which fell to the floor, leaving the bear nude. He was extremely muscular, all hard muscle, except for his stomach, which displayed the usual ursine paunch. His sizable cock hung flaccid. He struggled in the diciplinarian's grip.

"Last Thursday, you were got another 'F' on your biology test!" Luke explained, answering the bear's unasked question of why this was befalling him. But the full reality of his situation had yet to penetrate Iggy. "And so with the authority vested in me by Superintendent Wachs, I sentence you to death by squirming down my throat and digesting alive in my tummy!" He laughed and then leaned his head back and opened wide.

He shifted, holding Iggy upside down by the angles, and dangled his helpless form over his maw. Slowly he lowered him down. Just as the bear was about to scream for help, the jaws closed over his head, and muffled his cries. Sigmund stood back in awe watching how effortlessly the Lucario handled the big bear quarterback, and Luke took the first swallow. The head entered the gullet, and Sigmund could see Iggy's facial features pressing out through the thin skin of the throat, and felt himself dampen with sweat, his cock hardening in his pants. He loosened his tie. The show was just beginning.

Luke, observing his spectator, winked, and took another swallow. He grunted with minor effort as he worked his jaws around Iggy's broad shoulders. Shoulders were usually one of the widest parts and could give an inexperienced predator some difficulties. Not Luke. Once they were in his maw, they were one swallow away from being sent inside of him. Gulp! The shoulders were forced past the esophagal opening and squeezed down, pinning Iggy's arms to their sides. Once the wide chest was in his mouth and the paunch perched on his lower lip, Luke released Iggy's ankles, allowing the jock's thick legs to dangle and kick helplessly.

He probed at Iggy's ass with a finger, working it in slowly and teasingly, eager to punish this meathead for his comments earlier. He got exactly the reaction he'd hoped for - the squirms became more and more frantic, somehow more panicked, and the flaccid cock stiffened. Good boy, thought Luke, and swallowed again, the chest entering his throat while Iggy's middle section slid over the tongue. Inside of him, Iggy winced, grit his teeth and whined as he felt his hard cock pinned mercilessly between his stomach and the Lucario's tongue, the tongue which curled up to tease cruelly at his anus. His feet kicked more frantcially, as though eager to wriggle in deeper so that he could just be eaten already and escape this humiliation!

Strong hands gripped his ankles once more and held him fast. He would endure whatever Luke saw fit for him to endure. Giving in to his repressed homosexual urges, the bear bucked his hips, before finally spewing his load all over the inside of Luke's maw. Luke churred happily, gave the quarterback's pucker one final little teasing lick, and then continued swallowing. He threw back his head and gulped hard, and Sigmund watched as the powerful legs were thrown up vertically and slid down out of sight with a series of hard swallows, transforming the bear into a mere bulge that went down Luke's upper body and vanished past where his waist would be if he were an ordinary fur, to be deposited in the stomach of the Pokémon's taur body.

Licking his lips, Luke smiled and extended one arm towards his boss, crooking a finger. A shaking hand was placed against Sigmund's chest as if to say "Me?" Luke nodded and crooked his finger again. Hesitantly, the Koalak came over, and was seized by the arm. He cried out, but made no attempt to escape. Luke kept a tight grip on him as he laid back down and then rolled over onto his side once more. He tugged at Sigmund's arm and forced him to his knees, and, then gripped him with his taur forepaws. Gripping the back of his head, he smushed the startled, hotly-blushing face of his employer against his taur belly. Against the writhing, moaning bulge of poor Iggy Costa.

Sigmund submitted instantly, moaning along with Iggy, and rubbing along the tummy. His face found Iggy's. He nuzzled into the bulge of Iggy's face, and their mouths met. The bear's was open in mid-terrified-gasp, but Sigmund treated it like a kiss, and acted accordingly. Inside of Luke's stomach, changes were taking place. The acids, pressed into the jock by the walls as they crushed in on him and massaged him, slowly ate away at his fur, his flesh, his bones. The terrified screams of the ursine were kept to a dull, muffled roar by the layers of the Lucario's body. Soon they stopped altogether, as did the struggles and movement. But the loud gurgling noises kept up. Placing one of his large Koalak ears against the belly, Sigmund smiled.

Luke smirked, amazed at how quickly he'd been able to turn his boss into a vore loving slut. He now suspected Sigmund's earlier protests and hand-wringing over the ethics of the issue were just him being in denial about how he really felt. He ruffled Sigmund's hair and then decided to see how far he could really push his employer, nudging him towards the cock.

Sigmund needed no persuasion, so adled with lust was his mind, and he nuzzled and kissed the head of the same cock that had earlier devoured Shirley Denham. Proving he was no stranger to pleasing other males, the Koalak's tongue flicked out expertly to tease along the underside of the cockhead, as his thin-fingered hands rubbed and stroked the pulsing length. Luke bit his lower lip as he felt the beast buck and shudder, his balls draw up slightly. As much as he would've enjoyed drenching his submissive boss, there was still one more student to fetch, and Principal Sigmund Kanig wouldn't look too presentable dripping him cum! So Luke grabbed the Koalak and jerked him back out of the way as the cock gushed forth its bounty, a thick firehose of cum that had once been Shirley. It splashed and splattered everywhere. He hadn't gotten Sigmund entirely out of the way, though, as some cum got on his leather shoes.

Luke murred happily, and licked his lips. "Next?" he asked, feeling his asshole beginning to itch - an itch only one thing could scratch!

"Y-Yes..." Sigmund said, standing. He looked embarrassed, ashamed. He did his best to make himself look presentable, smoothing out his suit and fixing his tie, then trying to fix his hair, when he noticed the cum all over his shoes. "Oh, hell..."

The bell rang for lunch. How convenient, thought Luke, who'd already had two early lunches! Well, an early lunch and a late breakfast. An early supper was forthcoming. An early supper for his ass. The thought made him clench and wish Sigmund would hurry up already!

"I'll, uh, I'll go and retrieve Ted Rooey in a minute..." He took off his shoes. "I'll clean these off and then go get him. Sound okay?" He seemed surprisingly deferential to Luke, as if witnessing his hunger and power had made the Koalak finally truly respect him and ask him for permission, however much his request for permission might be masked in a simple statement. "And, uh, Luke...?" he paused, Luke looking to him curiously. "Thanks. That was a lot of fun." A tired, nervous smile played upon the Koalak's lips.

Luke nodded. His socked feet making soft pattering sounds on the floor, Sigmund left, and Luke mmmed as he thought about the meal to come.

The lunch period ended a mere thirty minutes later, but for Luke it seemed like an eternity. Each set of footsteps approaching, he hoped would be the next student. And each set passed the room by. Until at last there came a tentative knock. Smirking, Luke went and opened the door, his large hand dwarfing the doorknob, and he let the final student of the day in, a thin lizard named Ted Rooey. Ted was your typical skater boy, wearing ripped jorts and a shirt, and a backwards baseball cap on his head. The only thing on him that gave him at all the bookish appearance of a Grade A student were the delicate wire frame glasses he wore.

Ted's particular sin had been cutting class. He was a bright student, but lazy, never applying himself, and after being warned numerous times to cut it out, he hadn't. Apparently he'd been under the mistaken impression that his good grades alone were enough to let him coast by. As he walked in, he frowned as he smelled the musky odor of maleness permeating the room, and stopped short upon beholding the gigantic puddle of semen on the floor and two sets of discarded clothes.

"Wow!" he cried. "Somebody sure made a--"

He was cut off midsentence as a powerful hand gripped the back of his shirt and tugged down with such ferocity that, with a violent ripping noise, the shirt flew apart in shredded tatters, leaving the lizard barechested. He gasped and pitched forwards, and a gentle smack upside the back of his head deprived him of baseball cap and glasses, the latter clattering noisily to the floor. Their lenses cracked and they were promptly ground underfoot and pulverized by the uncaring Lucario taur, who then took hold of the baggy jorts the lizard was wearing, and roughly tugged them down along with a pair of boxers depicting some cartoon characters Luke neither recognized nor cared about.

"Hey...!" protested Ted, stumbled forward some more in nothing but his sneakers and socks, otherwise entirely naked, turning mid-stumble to face his attacker. "What gives?!"

The feeling building deep in the taur's bowels as too great now. The itch that so desperately need scratching and made him clench and unclench his anus in wanton hunger was overpowering. He said nothing, not even the usual spiel he'd handed Shirley and Iggy. Instead he turned, lifting his tail which banged noisily against a light fixture above them, presenting his ass, and Ted's fate, to the boy, enormous balls below. That powerful back pivoted rearwards and a strong hand grabbed Ted's head, and forced him face-first towards the opening from which poured a musky male stench. Ted tried to call out, but was stymied as his face was smushed against the smelly but thankfully very clean asshole.

"Unh!" grunted Luke and shoved. The boy's head popped inside with a wet squishy sound and zero effort. The reptile was so puny that this would be a cinch, but the Lucario desperately needed him inside him, and stat! "Get in there!" he commanded, and clenched his anal muscles with asphyxiating force around the skater's think neck, which drew him in deeper in reflex. The narrow shoulders of the reptilian student were taken as the musky pucker opened wide for them, stretching effortlessly over the widest part of this skinny boy whose idea of athletic activity was rollerblading and performing stunts on his well-worn skateboard.

Ted was a fighter despite his deceptively small size and thin frame. But the strong inner muscles of the big Lucario's bowels were not to be denied or fought against. Theodore Rooey's wriggling only excited Luke all the more, tickled him in ways few meals could, and also only served to make him wiggle deeper. Anyone walking in would've come to the understandable but entirely mistaken conclusion that the lizard boy was trying to wiggle further in on purpose!

The rear legs of the taur spread, and Luke began to lower his rear end down towards the floor. He gasped. As his ass was so delightfully filled, it was like being fucked, and so his cock hardened and slid free of his sheath ones more. Bracing himself, Luke manipulated Ted until the lizard was down on his knees, completely inside of the teacher down to the belly, and he lowered his haunches down, sucking Ted in to the waist, but then lifted them back up abruptly, momentarily giving the trapped reptile hope as his lower half slid free again, but Luke just lowered himself again. Ugh! though Ted with horror! He was using him as a living dildo! He was unwittingly fucking the teacher with his entire body!

Despite himself, this turned Ted one! His lizard cock stiffened and slapped wetly against his tummy as his young body was used to fuck the taur's hungry hole, and on the fourth or fifth downward thrust, he shot his load, cumming fiercely as he wiggled amongst who knew what deep within the massive disciplinarian. Outside, Luke hit his climax, too, shooting forth a wave of spooge that painted the wall and the door. Even as he climaxed, roaring forth his pleasure, he sat his haunches down for the final time, and, this time, when he lifted them up, Ted came with them. His body didn't slide free. Inside him, the boy winces and managed a muffled squeal as his cock was bent backwards painfully as the ravenous orifice sucked him in past the waist.

"There..." gasped Luke, "...there it iiiiisss... ahhhh!" He whined as he could feel that itch finally scratched by a full student body inside of him. He gave his squirting cock a few more strokes in pleasure and triumph as Ted's legs, tail and sneaker-clad feet stuck free and wiggled in the air.

The door opened and a young squirrel freshman with tan fur and red hair entered. He was a skinny thing, like Ted, and also wore glasses. Luke had seen him before but didn't know his name. He gasped at what he saw, watching the kicking feet and tail disappearing inside the puckered asshole. The enormous taur turned and regarded him with a smirk. Not on his list, but the boy's fate had been sealed the minute he witnessed what he shouldn't have witnessed. It was all well and good for there to be rumors to help keep the students in line, but an actual witness outside of someone on the faculty was something that couldn't be allowed. The squirrel teen may have never misbehaved in his entire time here, but he was a goner all the same.

"Oh!" he cried. "W-Wrong room...!"

"Uh-uh!" said Luke, dragging him over. He shut the cum-covered door and hurriedly began stripping the boy naked. "Right room! You're gonna help me replenish my cum reserves, little guy!"

"I-- What?!" yelped the squirrel. "Aahhh!"

He was forced to kneel. The huge cock bobbed before him. Luke made sure to take his glasses off, and the squirrel heard the sound of them being crushed. A quick jet of cum splutted forth to cover the boy's face, only for the thin strands to draw taut like wire netting and draw him irrevocably face-first into that cum slit that was ready for seconds. He closed his eyes as the slit slid over his cum-soaked features, trapping him in darkness, his face entering the hungry slit, the squirrel student being slowly fed down the monstrous member. Luke grinned darkly and moaned out as lewd disgusting sounds came from his cock, and it sucked the unfortunate student down entirely, the taur laughing heartily.

"Yeah, get inside there," he moaned.

The squirrel slid in to the waist, the taur's hungry cock sucking his form in slowly, bushy tail flitting about. A schluck and his waist, hips and cute squirrelly butt disappeared inside, leaving just his legs and tail protruding from the ravenous member. His kicking legs slowly sank down into the drooling hole which sucked them up and tucked them away down the hungry cum slit, his bushy tail following behind. Soon naught but his feet remained, but those, too, were soon claimed by Luke's cock. Down his cock the boy went, the hot, slick walls crushing powerfully around him, the heat and musk only intensifying the deeper he went, the closer he got to his ultimate destination, and his final fate... Luke's nuts. With a glorping slurp, legs, feet and tail were drawn in and the undulating form of the student was sent to the nuts to cook and melt.

"Awww, yeah, four for the price of three," Luke moaned.

The door opened again and Principal Kanig entered. He turned and shut the door and then frowned as cum came off on his hands from touching the doorknob, but nonchalantly took out a handkerchief and wiped them clean. Swallowing, he turned and looked up at Luke, fear and fascination in his voice as he spoke. "All done...?" he asked. Luke nodded and elected to keep the squirrel to himself unless Sigmund actually noticed the extra clothes and asked about them. He didn't. "Good, and I must say..." he managed a crooked little smile, "...that was quite a show you gave me earlier. And a treat."

"We'll have to do it again sometime," Luke said, leaned down, and, nuzzling the Koalak's cheek, gave his face a long, slow lick. Sigmund shuddered. "Mind if I take the rest of the day off, Siggy...?"

"N-Not at all..." said Sigmund, fidgeting from nervous arousal. "Take all the time you need."

"You're a good fellow, Siggy," Luke said, and opened the door. Time for him to go home and sleep off his well-earned four course meal!

The End.