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(This is an idea for a story I had when I woke up this morning and I just had to write it out. Sorry for any errors. Hope you enjoy it.)

The sound of the whistle blowing stopped the Hobbes Tiger High School track students. They watched as Coach Dash R. Frost moved forward, his hooves thumping on the hard track surface. One of the ears gave a small flick as he waited a moment to make sure that he had their attention.

The coach was a reindeer, standing tall and well-muscled with a large rack of antlers. He was not just any reindeer. He was actually one of the reindeer. One of the nine known worldwide for pulling the sleigh of Santa Clause all around the world in a single night. While here he was known as Dash R. Frost, he was known to the world for one night as Dasher.

"Calvin," his deep voice boomed from his barrel chest, "What do you think you were doing out there?" He turned his head to lock his eyes on the teenage tiger, narrowing them down to slits as he focused as intensely as he could on the young feline. "And before you try to play dumb, I saw you elbow Will in the stomach at the third turn." As he spoke, Dash motioned toward a Corgi.

"Come on Coach," the teenage feline grumbled, "I didn't hurt anyone and it kept him from passing me."

"It's illegal," the reindeer said, "Even if you managed to avoid getting caught by the officials, winning by cheating is not winning. Does EVERYONE remember that?"

"Yes coach Frost," the students called out.

"Good," the coach responded, "Calvin, give me two more laps. Will, I need to speak with you. Everyone else, head inside." Dash watched the students run off and Calvin to start running the track before turning Will.

"Your Geometry teacher came and saw me this morning," he told the student, seeing him suddenly shift nervously. "She tells me that you're struggling and that if something doesn't happen, your next grade will fall below required levels for you to participate."

"Yes sir," the young male said, ears pulled back against his head as he stared down at his feet nervously.

The reindeer bent down slightly to be eye-level with his student, reaching one hand out to rest on the younger Corgi's shoulder. As he did, Dash focused his mind on the magic he had sending the energy into Will. It would not make the student smarter or more focused, but it gave him a feeling of optimism and hope. The magic would make Will feel better, which, hopefully, will help him do better in the class.

"You seem like a bright kid," Dash told the teen, "and I think you could have a real good future in running track." He saw the younger male perk up and smiled. "It's important to be able to do something instead, as well as after." He stood back up and gave the student a pat on the shoulder. "Come by my office after you change clothes, and we'll see about possible tutors."

Will gave a nod then turned and headed off to the locker room. Dash watched the track to see Calvin finishing his last lap. The reindeer gave a small shake of his head, then turned and started walking back toward the school building. He figured the tiger would most likely catch up to and past him before he got to the door.

In the high school and college years of his most recent life, Dash R. Frost ran track himself. It had all been legitimately earned as well. Not once did he use the Christmas magic to give him an advantage or win.

During a relay, one of his opponents tried to cheat and ended up tripping Dash. A nasty fall twisted the reindeer's knee, damaging the joint and tendons. The impact against the surface managed to create a gash in the flesh of the knee, despite the thick fur.

Due to the Christmas magic from being one of Santa's reindeer, he was fine in a few hours. Unfortunately, it was the end of his racing career since anyone else who suffered such an injury would probably not recover, or would have to admit to being a magic user. Individuals who were known to use magic were already suspected of potentially cheating. Admitting to being one after years of running, even if he was allowed to admit such a thing, would make all his previous wins suspicious.

So it was that Dash was forced to end his time as a track runner. He continued going to college until he was able to earn the credits needed to become a coach. It was actually kind of interesting how many schools were interested in him due becoming a minor celebrity in the track and field world.

Coach Frost watched Will approach the open door to his office. The young male stopped at the entrance, looking at the badger woman who was standing off to one side of the desk. His ears perked high with curiosity

"Come on in," the coach told the student, watching him do so slowly. "As you can see, Mrs. Robinson chose to join us. She already brought me a list of several of your fellow students she believed would make good tutors and are willing to help." He picked up the piece of paper, and held it out toward the canine.

Will took the paper and started reading through the names listed on it. Coach Frost and Mrs. Robinson were quiet for a moment before Mrs. Robinson spoke up.

"Coach Frost," she stated, "tells me that you may already know one of the students listed. He says that Susie is in a relationship with one of your teammates."

"Yes ma'am," the young male said with a nod, "I've met her a couple times." Unknown to either teacher, Will's face started to heat up and the nub of a tail tried to wag as he thought about the rabbit girl. The Corgi teen quickly folded up the paper and put it in his pocket.

"That's it for now Will," Dash told the student, "but if you ever need help or to talk, both Mrs. Robinson and myself are here." He watched as the young male smiled then turn and walked off.

Mrs. Robinson walked toward the door, pushing it shut before locking it. She turned around, grinning widely at the reindeer buck sitting at his desk. The badger woman started to move forward, one hand reaching up to pull her hair free and let it hang down.

"Mr. Frost," she spoke in what was to be a throaty whisper if it did not have to be heard across the room, "Have I told you how sexy it is to find a teacher who actually cares for his students? More so when it's a coach."

Dash smiled as he watched the badger woman start unbuttoning the blouse she wore. His eyes were drawn to the bright pink of her bra that stood out against the gray and white of her chest fur.

"Is it such a rare thing to see?" he asked, tilting his head. His eyes continued to watch the badger sow expose her chest, shifting slightly as he started to swell with arousal.

"Well admittedly," she responded, "I haven't met with many coaches before, but we're both familiar with the stereotypes." She gave her hips an extra wiggle as she walked closer, working to undo her bra. "Either they are mean toward everyone because of bitterness, or try to get teachers to look the other way so they can win no matter what."

The reindeer buck watched as the badger sow reached the desk and bent over, letting her free breasts hang right in front of his face. He shifted slightly, feeling his pants grow uncomfortable as his erection pressed against the fabric.

"Mrs. Robinson," he said in all seriousness, "You're trying to seduce me." He could not help but laugh slightly after he said it, cringing slightly as the female took a playful swat at him.

"Was that your plan all along Mr. Frost?" she asked, "Start dating me, then show me 'The Graduate' just so you could say that line?" The badger woman stood up hands on her hips as she looked down at the seated reindeer.

Dash stood up and walked around the desk to Mrs. Robinson. He put one of his hands on her hips giving a squeeze. He wrapped the other arm around her waist pulling her toward him until her bare breasts pressed against his shirt.

"Actually," he replied, "I wanted to start dating you from the moment I saw you with your glasses on. You had a sexy librarian thing going." He smiled widely before kissing her.

Robinson kissed him back, pressing her body against his to feel the erection pressing against her stomach. Her own hands moved around to the back of the buck, gripping his butt cheeks and giving a squeeze.

Dash moved one hand up then down the hard hoof like finger tips pressing against the top of her tail. The other slid along the waist of the skirt, finding the zipper on the side. He pulled it down then stepped away, letting the garment fall free.

The badger sow watched as the reindeer buck stepped away and started taking off his own clothes. She watched a moment as the shirt came off, exposing the broad muscular and thick furred chest. Mrs. Robinson slid her thumbs into her panties sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them.

Before Dash could get any further than his shirt, a hand reached out grabbing a hold of his erection through the front of his pants. The length twitched as the gentle hand stroked along through the soft fabric. The feminine grip then slid up the waist, pulling it open.

"Well, well," Mrs. Robinson said in a deep raspy voice, "it looks like I dug up something quite interesting." She took a firm hold of the pants and underwear, pulling them down to expose the aroused length.

"I've never had reindeer sausage before," she teased and licked her lips, "I wonder what it tastes like." She took a hold of the base and leaned forward, letting her warm breath blow across the sensitive flesh for a moment. She then leaned forward, kissing the tip before slipping her tongue out to lick along the underside.

Dash tensed and shivered as he felt the warm touch against his sensitive erection. One hand moved to the top of her head, sliding through the thick hair and down to the back of her neck. The other ran along her shoulder and down her chest. He took a hold of one of her breasts, rubbing a thumb over one of the nipples and feeling it was already hard.

Mrs. Robinson opened her mouth slightly, pushing forward to take the cockhead past her lips. She moved her head forward, taking as much into her muzzle as she could comfortably fit. The badger woman let out a long, low growl, sending vibrations along the length and getting a spurt of pre-cum as a result.

Dash pulled away, slipping his shaft free of her mouth. He reached down to take a hold of the badger woman and help her stand up. The buck led the sow to the desk and lifted her up slightly to sit her on top of it.

The two of them kissed before the reindeer started kissing his way down along her body. He gripped her hips, his fingers squeezing to dimple and tease the sides of her butt cheeks. He worked his way down along her body, kissing between her breasts and over stomach as he worked down to between her legs.

Mrs. Robinson gasped out in pleasure as she felt the thick tongue spread her nether lips to explore her folds. She took a grip of the buck's antlers, trying to pull his mouth closer to her sex. The badger woman's hips started to shift and rock, grinding against his warmth while trying to get the thick tongue to explore deeper into her feminine depths.

Dash squeezed and massaged the rump as he teased her sex. His thick lips pressed against hers as the thick tongue slid along the slit before pushing deep inside and pulling back.

"So, any particular way you want to do this?" he asked after pulling his face away from between her legs.

Mrs. Robinson grinned and pushed Dash back from her. She slid off the desk and turned around, bending over. Her arms stretched out in front of her as she gripped the far side of the desk, pressing against the surface. She looked over her shoulder at the buck, one eye peeking out from under her hair. The wide hips wiggled back and forth, waving her bare bottom back and forth to the buck's viewing pleasure.

Dash walked up behind the exposed and vulnerable badger woman, placing one hand on her hip as the other held his shaft. He stepped closer, bringing the tip of his shaft to press against the exposed opening. Once lined up, he pushed forward to sink his length into her body.

A growl of pain and pleasure escaped the throat of the female as she was penetrated. The male filling her was larger than she was used to, and it had been a while since she had been with anybody. Sharp nails dug deep furrows into the wood as the depths were stretched and filled. Her hips lifted and pushed back, trying to take more of the male's length deeper into her body.

The buck snorted out in pleasure as he worked to sink himself into the warm wetness. He kept a firm grip on the feminine form as he slowly pushed forward, penetrating deeper and deeper a little at a time until finally pressing his hips against her rump. The male stopped, letting the female adjust to the filling while letting him calm down so as not to climax so soon.

Once Mrs. Robinson had gotten used to the member inside her, she started to shift her hips, rubbing her round bottom against the toned male while squeezing around him. Her eyes were closed as she stood there and rocked, enjoying the feel of the other body pressing against her.

Dash let out a grunt of pleasure at the feeling of the movement around his length. He leaned his form down to press against her back; his hands sliding from her hips to her stomach and up to tease her breasts. He rocked his hips against her rump in return to her own movement before pulling back. His member twitched as it slid free from the warm wetness, only to be pushed back in.

The badger woman moaned out as she felt a rhythm start to build up from the male behind her. Her body started to responding, shifting back and forth as it tried to match his movements. She would squeeze tightly on his shaft each time they pulled apart, tugging on it as though not wanting to let it go.

The buck continued to snort in pleasure each time he pushed forward, sinking into the wonderful feminine folds encompassing him. His legs shifted slightly, changing the angle as he started to speed up. He pushed forward with greater energy, his hips slapping against the soft badger rump each time he sank in.

Mrs. Robinson gasped and moaned in pleasure, feeling the tip of the length stroke along the sensitive flesh each time the male pulled back. She bounced forward slightly with each thrust, feeling herself jiggle from the impact. She was so close. One hand let go of the desk to reach between her legs.

As soon as a fingertip touched the sensitive nub, it set the badger sow off into her climax. She let out a massive noise of pleasure as her entire body tensed, her depths squeezing down on the malehood inside and trying to milk it for all it was worth. Mrs. Robinson's hand reached back, gripping the buck's sac and massaging.

The tightening around his length and touch of his testicles was too much pleasure for Dash to take. He pushed forward one more time, forcing his length as deep into Mrs. Robinson as he could reach and held it there. He grunted in pleasure as he climaxed, pumping his seed deep into the badger body.

When the orgasms passed the two collapsed together on the desk, breathing heavily for a moment. Dash was the first to move, slowly pulling his softening member out from Mrs. Robinson. He gave her a kiss on the cheek as he moved away.

"As much as I would like to stay against and inside you," he explained, "we have to at least be dressed before the janitor shows up to clean." He gave her one last kiss before moving to get his clothes and get dressed.

Dash was stopped while picking up his underwear and pants by the sound of the badger woman giggling. He turned to look at her curiously, still trying to step into his pants as he asked "What? What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry," she said still laughing slightly, "I just noticed that you have a cute little birthmark on your butt that looks like mistletoe."