Double Trouble

"Stop bein' so loud, you're gonna get us caught, sis!" said Leonard to his twin sister. That female Vulpix let out another giggle, before placing her paws over her mouth. It took all her will to keep quiet and still as that exploring male slid his paw up her thigh and under her skirt. It was a game that he, Leonard, had heard from one of the older pupils at the boarding school--the nervous game.

"I can't help it big bro! It tickles!" giggled Tiffany, replacing her paw once she let out another sharp laugh, feeling her older twin's hand slip higher up her thigh. The point of the game was to stop him from getting too far, while going further with her own hand on his thigh. Of course, what "too far" was didn't really matter, since that unabashed and innocent female didn't yet know the meanings of private parts!

Leonard, on the other hand, had quite the good idea, from those perverse older students he hung out with. He got all kinds of information from them about sex, though not quite enough to know that doing it with one's family was generally frowned upon. His hand slid beneath that skirt, touching the even more sensitive and ticklish spot of his sister.

"Hee! Big brother! Stop!" she said, and that's just what the other Vulpix did.

"Okay, it's your turn," he said, sitting down so his legs rested on the floor, no longer kneeling in front of his sibling. It was class time, and the two were both skipping a certain class with their least favorite teacher, a particular Politoed who taught French. She, of course, was a very serious lady, and did not like the twins in the slightest, especially since they were very disruptive when together. It didn't help that no matter how far apart she sat them, either. Missing the class was best for her and the two Vulpix twins!

Leonard steeled himself as his sibling moved forward, placing her hand upon his thigh. It twitched, but he hardly made a sound, not ticklish like his twin. Her hand was just as gentle as his was though, despite it being through some cream-colored slacks. She continued up higher and higher, past halfway now, and the Vulpix spread his legs slight, giving a slight giggle, starting to feel a bit ticklish as she made her fingers slide inward.

"Not fair, you're gonna win cause you have pants on!" Tiffany huffed, pulling her hand back and crossing her arms. She turned her head to the side, giving a curt 'humph', and refused to go on. Her hextails wagged impatiently, obviously waiting for Leonard to take off his pants. And, as if sensing his twin's thoughts, the male of the two did just that, though not without grumbling.

"It's still the same thing, sis," he replied, undoing the button to those slacks and unzipping, starting to slide them down. He was wearing a pair of stylized super-hero briefs, these in particular of Burning Red Vincent, Vulpix-superhero. The childish underoos had a bright red border with white in between the seams. On the front-side, that hero's insignia was screen-printed.

Reaching his knees with those slacks, the Vulpix male stopped his stripping and leaned backwards, propping himself up with his paws. He looked expectedly at his sister, who then uncrossed her arms and placed one hand atop her brother's thigh, starting again.

"Here I go," she said determinedly, starting to slide her paw up slowly, lightly squeezing with her fingers in a movement that she thought was subtle. The male's limb twitched in return, and he slid apart his legs just slightly, allowing that appendage to approach her brother's crotch. Inch by inch, her "stop" zone approached, until finally she passed it. "Awwe... you win big bro..." she said, starting to lift her paw, but the older Vulpix stopped her, grabbing at her wrist.

"Keep going, I wanna see how far before I have to stop too," he said, inhaling a bit as that hand returned to his thigh. "Go on..." he coaxed, and held back a shiver as it slid up higher and higher until finally his twin's palm was atop his crotch, feeling his young bulge curiously.

"Hey... big brother? Why's your place all lumpy? Mine's just smooth!" she said, lifting up her skirt and showing off a pair of pink panties. They must have been a size too small, as they left little to the imagination, folded in the middle by her own little cunny.

"That's cause I'm a boy, and you're a girl, silly!" the much more "aware" Vulpix said, sliding out from underneath the stairs, his pants falling down around his ankles. "Stand over here and pull down your skirt and undies, and I'll show you mine," he said excitedly. He'd heard of girl-parts from his older friends, but they had never seen it! Maybe he'd be the first of the little group to see!

Tiffany slid off her spot, placing her thumbs in the sides of her skirt and panties. She didn't want to admit it, but she was a bit interested in her brother's crotch, after feeling it. It felt like there a small hot-dog in there, with two boiled eggs. Her ears twitched nervously, but she readied herself for her older brother's command--he wouldn't steer her wrong.

"Okay, on the count of three. One... two... three!" said the male Vulpix, pulling down his undies and revealing a flaccid, uncut 'pixdick, with a small bunch of foreskin at the very tip of it and a pair of two balls snuggly resting right up against it. Across from him, his little sister did the same, pulling down both her skirt and her underwear. "Wow... so that's what it looks like..." he muttered to himself, examing that fur-covered slit with wide eyes. He could just barely catch a glimpse of pink between the tuft of fuzz.

"Yours looks so different!" Tiffany exclaimed, pointing, her skirt only held up by elastic and one hand. She wanted to reach out and touch that bigger piece, examine it more, but the sounds of footsteps coming through the hall immediately made her cautious, and turned around. There, she came face to face with a red-faced Watchog, the hall monitor.

"It's class time, kiddos, and you best get to... class..." the hall monitor began, before realizing that both Vulpix had dropped their lower clothing. Immediately he covered his eyes, yelling out, "Oh, the immodesty! You two! Pull your pants up and come with me to the principal's office right away!" He waited for the sound of shuffling clothing before opening a crack between his fingers to see, only to get more enraged.

Instead of doing as he asked, those trickster vulpines had both lined up next to each other and bent forward, mooning the Watchog in tandem with a snickering between the two. That hall monitor's face grew red hot, teeth grinding with rage as he stomped on the ground loudly.

"I'll have your heads for this!" he seethed, tromping towards them. The two 'pix pulled up their uniform-bottoms, and tried to flee, but the normal-type was much too fast, grasping them by the scruffs of their necks and dragging them to the principal's office with a glowering look on his face. He tromped his way through the hallways passing by the French classroom, Politoed teacher pushing her glasses up her face as the twins were pulled past. The door soon slammed shut after.

One more classroom rushed past to their right, this one being taught by their father, a laid-back but well-dressed Ninetales. He spotted them out of the corner of his eyes, and sighed exasperatedly, already beginning to search for some busywork to give to his class. No doubt the principal would be calling him into the office to discuss punishments. By the time he had started the shift to in-class work, the hall monitor had already dropped off those two troublesome foxlings, and was returning to patrol the halls.

"Yo, Wallace," waved the Ninetales, catching the Watchog's attention. "What'd my terrible two do this time?" he asked, though wasn't particularly prepared for the over-reaction returned from the hall monitor.

"What did they do?!" he practically screamed, pulling the attention of several students still inside the Ninetales' social-studies class. He flicked a single tail of his nine back, shutting the door. The Watchog struggled with speaking, sputtering a large amount of spit, his face red. Finally he reared his foot back and kicked the row of lockers nearby, thumping off without saying much of anything.

"That was... something..." said the Ninetales aloud, a bit shocked at the usually level-headed Watchog's outburst. They must have done something major this time, he thought, stepping his way towards the office. The situation may have been serious, but there was no sense in rushing towards a headache.

Meanwhile, the principal was dealing with that so-called headache of a pair. The two Vulpix, only identifiable by their male and female uniforms sat right before him, each in their own chair, each kicking their short legs over the carpet, looking at the Arcanine with big innocent eyes.

"We weren't doin' anything wrong, mister Motzer," the younger and female of the two said, pouting her lower lip. "I mean, 'side from skipping class. But Miss Garnier probably didn't even want us in there anyway!"

"Yeah, just what she said," the older echoed. He knew better than to take the point when it came to grown-ups, his younger sister had all the charm in the world with them.

"I highly doubt that, you two," growled the Arcanine, bending forward over his desk. "Firstly, you're both very big troublemakers, even I know that much. Secondly, there'd be no reason for mister Doe to drag you all the way here if you didn't do something bad. Why he didn't say what it was, instead of kicking over my globe is another story, but you both will tell me it, right?" The fire-dog picked up a large, imposing ruler, slapping it down once on his paw. "Telling me might even lower your punishment," he said, looking straight at the male of the pair.

Leonard shifted in his seat under that glare. He glanced over at Tiffany, who was already looking at him, and gave a gulp. That was way too much pressure for the little fox! He was sweating bullets, squirming more and more the longer the principal stared at him, finally giving out a big 'bah!' as he exhaled, having held his breath the entire time.

"It wasn't anything!" said Tiffany, trying to diffuse the situation. "He just showed me his thingie, and I showed him mine! That's all!" she said unabashed. Her brother's face turned bright red, though it wasn't very visible beneath his red-orange fur.

"Oh, I see," said the Arcanine, clasping his hands together and setting them down on his desk. "Perhaps it will be more beneficial if you demonstrate what you did when mister Doe found you, hm?" Tiffany slid off of her chair, landing quietly on the heels of her shoes.

"C'mon big brother. Let's just show him and then we'll be done," she said. Leonard slowly slid himself off of his own seat, landing on the flats of his sneakers, head held low with his bangs covering his eyes.

"Okay..." he muttered, rather upset that he was in trouble just because that stupid Watchog caught the two of them! His hands slipped underneath his waistband, giving it a slight tug. "On three, sis. One, two, three," he said unenthusiastically, pulling down his pants just as his sister did. Once more the two Vulpix shared a glance at each other's privates, though this time it wasn't full of wonderful curiosity like before.

"Ah, so that's what had Wallace in a fit, hm," said the principal, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a thumb-claw. "I will have to punish you two for skipping class, however. I don't see what you did as anything too big of a de--"

That fire-type's spiel was interrupted by the twins' father bursting into the room. Both Vulpix attempted to pull up their pants the moment the door banged open, but it was clear that they were too slow.

"Hehe, Andrew, you sly dog," he said, strutting over towards the principal. "Punishing these students, are you?" he asks, placing "punishing" in air-quotes, before swinging his arm around the Arcanine's neck. "Which of my little devils fits your pallet the most, huh? I bet it's--"

"Just because we're old friends, Neil, doesn't mean you should be acting all buddy-buddy at work, you know."

"Aww, come on, don't be that way!" stated enthusiastically the Ninetales, giving his 'old pal' a smack on the shoulders. "After all, you're here to discipline the two of 'em. Why don't I help you out with that, huh?"

The principal narrowed his eyes, turning to look up at the Ninetales. "What do you have in mind, then?"

"Well, as I was saying--which of my two twin devils is in need of punishment the most, huh?" the Ninetales bent down close to Andrew's ear, whispering quiet enough that the two Vulpix across the room couldn't hear. "Or rather, which of my kids do you want to fuck?"

That whispered in ear flicked against the Ninetales' snout as he pulled back. "Leonard. I'll be punishing you. Your father will punish your sister," he said, setting his paws down on his desk and pushing up, standing.

"N-no fair!" the boy Vulpix whined, puffing out his cheeks and giving a stomp on the ground tantrum-ishly. The Arcanine ignored those protests, moving to the door and flicking it locked, this time there would be no impromptu barges by old friends.

"It's in the top drawer, Neil," said the 'nine, leaning up against the door as his old friend ruffled through his desk.

"You've got some interesting stuff here, Motzer," he muttered, pushing out of the way some papers and finding rather kinky tools of bondage beneath them. "Where is... ah, never mind, found it," said he, pulling out a tube of astroglide. Despite the Arcanine's heavy use of it, there was still a significant amount left in the tube. "Ready to start, then?"

"As always," came the reply. The principal took his steps towards Leonard, who's orange-furred arms had crossed in front of his chest, and steered him over to the side of his desk, slightly out of the younger sibling's view. "Keep still," ordered Andrew, as he tugged down the boy's pants and undies just as had been demonstrated to him a few moments earlier. A slightly chubby rear and six tails faced him in return, the foxboy very flushed.

"D-don't do that!" he whined out, reaching his paws down to cover his crotch. At the very least, he knew from his friends that showing off such things were inappropriate, especially to adults. "S-stop!" he cried, feeling that big Arcanine's paw wrap around his hextailbase, lifting it up and exposing a delicate, pink pucker.

"Now now," chimed the principal, taking that lube and applying liberally upon his finger. "Troublemakers like yourself should know better to order around their elders," he finished, taking that slicked, wet finger and poking at the boy's virgin hole, circling and twisting it inside, stretching out the tight walls of his pucker. Andrew gave a look to his partner in punishment--for the time being. "Are you going to get started on Tiffany?" he asked.

"Thought I could pick up a few pointers from the master before trying my hand at it again. I'm rusty, after all," the social studies teacher replied, stretching his arms overhead. "But, I suppose it's like riding a bicycle..." he states walking around the desk and slipping his arms underneath his daughter, lifting her up and over towards her older brother, facing them as he pulled off her skirt.

"Since the two of you saw fit to spend your skipping-time showing each other your privates, it's only fair that we make you spend your punishment with those privates bare and unclothed, right?" asked Motzer to Neil.

"Right it is, buddy," the Ninetales replied with a wink. He himself preferred saliva to the cold touch of lubricant, and so with a strong paw lifted up Tiffany's tails and pressed his lips against her pucker, starting to lick and drool upon it.

"A-ah! D-daddy!" the girl cried out in shock, trying to take a step forward but was caught both by her skirt around her ankles and the Ninetales' grip on her tails. "D-don't lick me there..." she whined out, breathing hard. Just the slight sensation of having the very base of her cunny slurped by that long, overreaching tongue was already starting to make her little knees weak and shaky.

Despite all that was happening, the male of the pair felt a twinge of jealousy--his sis was enjoying her punishment, why couldn't he get something nice too? He was about to bring up the point bitterly to the Arcanine behind him, but was suddenly silenced as that thick digit inside him probed past what seemed to be a button of pleasure, and the Vulpix boy groaned out, falling forward onto his knees.

"Aa... what was that...?" he asked, panting hard before clenching his teeth together in another hushed groan. The finger had returned to stroke and prod at that spot! "Hnngghh.... Aahhhh..." he gasped out yet again, all six of his tails going rigid. So distracting was that pleasure, the boy hardly noticed a second and third finger entering his rear, all slowly rotating and drumming upon his special spot. Moving aside his hands, he realized that his foreskinned length had grown bigger, that excess flesh rolled half-way down his head, and a glistening tip visible.

"That should do you," said the Arcanine from behind Leonard, pulling all three fingers out of that now shining, slippery hole with a slight pop. His lubricated hand now moved to stroke his own arousal, having flicked it out of his pants earlier. That large, hot member throbbed in his paws--it had been a while since he'd had such a handsome student to "punish", after all, and it was quite eager.

Neil, on the other hand, was still busy slurping up his daughter's hole. He pressed his tongue in deeply to that pucker, wriggling it around and earning several loud squeaks from the girl. As he drooled and slobbered over her buttocks, his free hand lifted up, stroking the outline of her labia through that thick fur. It was just the tiniest bit wet, tightly pursed shut and sticky as well. Those lips seemed as if they didn't want to open, though that didn't stop the Ninetales as he continued to worm his finger against them, wriggling between until a full knuckle of his digit slipped through that opening, not going any deeper.

Tiffany's face was a brighter red than her brother's, that stroking digit against her sensitive, never-touched-before inner walls proving to be very, very teasing, not to mention incredibly arousing, though she didn't realize the word. Her body just felt hot, and it needed something, anything to take the mind off of it. She yipped out as she felt a thump press itself into her behind--it was nice, surprisingly, but her natural instincts knew it wasn't enough. With what little mobility she had, she pressed herself back onto that thumb and gave a small moan, curling her toes inside those dress-shoes.

"Don't keep me waiting, Neil," the Arcanine said, already prodding the older Vulpix twin's rear with his cockhead, letting it throb with hot heat and thickness against the suddenly nervous boy.

"Nuhh... Mister Motzer, that isn't gonna fit!" he cried out, starting to squirm a bit as he felt the principal's grip tighten. Converse to his words, the boy's member throbbed hard, and a small bit of precum dribbled out the tip, rolling over the bump of his foreskin. "A-and it's gonna hurt!" he whined, though something in the back of his head reminded him of those sudden bursts of pleasures he got from the older fire-type's fingers.

"You'd be surprised," said Andrew, adjusting his alignment with one hand while holding Leonard still with the other. "I've punished students younger than you, and they could take it just fine with a little time," he said with a smirk. That caught the Ninetales' eye, who grinned back. "But I will tell you that if you don't relax just a little bit, it'll be a sore ride," he warned.

"S-sore?" asked the young Leonard in return, biting his lower-lip nervously. He didn't want to be sore at all! His thoughts flicked back to the rumors about a Glaceon a year ahead who was punished a few weeks earlier being unable to sit in his seat even days after he had been punished. He had thought it was just from spankings, but maybe he was punished like the Vulpix and his sister were about to now!

The principal gave a big laugh from behind the male, who struggled to free himself from that grasp, trying to turn around and look his elder in the eye. "Yes, sore, but you'll probably sore regardless," Motzer growled, starting to push himself forward into that hole, it immediately clenching up upon intrusion.

"Aah! Ow..." whined the 'pix, biting his lower lip to keep from crying out again. He was a big boy, after all, and even though his punishment hurt, he wasn't going to give the principal the satisfaction of hearing him whimper out. Gotta relax, he thought, but his body's instincts told him otherwise. They sensed the intruding member, and attempted to seal it out, not knowing that the Arcanine's push could be much more powerful than his clench.

Across from the two males, Tiffany winced as she felt a similar sort of pain that her twin did. True, they may have shared some sort of connection that allowed the transference of emotion and pain, but her discomfort was more from her father's member intruding upon her rump much like the Arcanine's did to her mirror copy. And unlike her twin brother, this Vulpix was much more vocal about it, if just in an attempt to get a softer sentence from her father.

"Owwie! Dadddddy!" she cried, eyes blearing up as tears welled upon their edges. Her lower-lip protruded out in an exaggerated pout, looking up at her golden-furred father. She hardly had time to make another pathetic whine as one of his hands stretched its way up her belly, under her shirt, and pinched a tiny nub of pink flesh buried amongst her chest-fur. "A-ah!" gasped Tiffany, her knees buckling inward as she nearly tipped forward from the squeeze to her nipple.

Her young cunny grew stickier, some thick fluid dripping out of her labia as that Ninetales' length pressed deeper and deeper into her rear, and his hand tweaked and rolled around that nubby nipple. Before she had realized it, her tight, Vulpix asshole had been stretched completely around her dad's length, squeezing it tightly. It throbbed at her tailbase, pulsing with the beat of her heart, unable to do a single thing to stop her father from violating that intimate zone, and unable to stop from enjoying it just a little bit. After all, he may have been laid back at school, but when he returned home he was dedicating his focus to lesson plans, rather than those two rambunctious twins.

It felt good to have such warm attention, thought Tiffany, eyes closing as she let out a little squeaky moan, and lowered her head, ears staying perked. Her tails wiggled in that grasp, feeling her father tug lightly on them and pull her up onto her toes as he thrusted and lifted her up, before setting her back down and pulling out half-way. Just pulling it out as slow as he did made the young Vulpix's toes twitch and flex, claws creating small holes in her socks as they extended and dug into the inner soles of her shoes. Her mouth gasped open, tongue falling past her lips as she started to pant, drooling from the strange sensations her father's member filled her with.

Leonard could only watch in horror as his sister was transformed into a groaning, cross-eyed mess of a girl. His inexperienced ears couldn't quite pick the difference to her moans of pleasure and pain, and thinking Tiffany was gasping with discomfort he squirmed more on that cockhead that entered his rear. The way his legs kicked and pushed only sent pulses of heat and pressure down upon the Arcanine's member, who retaliated by pushing deeper and deeper into that unwilling rear.

Andrew's free arm--the one not grasping that tail base--grew busy by slipping around the boy's chest, pulling him backwards and bending him slightly, so the tween's center of gravity was right over his length, and there was little he could do but to fall backwards onto it, pulled down by the traitorous force of the Earth. All that lubricant he had applied seemed to leak slowly from that hot hole, warmed up thoroughly, and dripped down his shaft. There was already a necessary amount in Leonard's bottom to allow the fire-dog's slide into the fire-fox, so this leakage only served to mat down the boy's bottom-fur with sticky-slippery fluids by the time Motzer's member had hilted inside the critter.

At last, the male twin could no longer hold back his tongue, and gave a loud moan of pained pleasure, feeling that thick cock stretch his hole wide. It had bumped up against his prostate in the processes, grinding against it as the Principal fidgeted behind him, slowly sliding his groin in a circle against that lube-slicked rear. The arm across his chest, pushing in his uniform slowly slid downward, hooking the crux of its thumb and hand on the top of the Vulpix's shaft and twisting his fingers beneath, grasping the boy's hard member and balls with a single tight grasp.

"Now that you're all settled in... let's see how long you'll last," teased Andrew, breathing hotly on the young Vulpix's ear, starting to slide backwards just a small fraction of his total length, nudging the boy's buried prostate with the ridge under his head. "Think you can last longer than your sister?" he asked, tightening his squeeze around the tween's shaft and sack, measuring the twitches and tightness those prepubescent balls attempted to tug back against the boy's body.

"H-huh?" managed to gasp out Leonard between huffs, his eyes having closed since that Arcanine had hilted inside him and sent powerful pulses of pleasure through his rear and into his member. He could hardly recognize those words as they were whispered into his flicking ear, but he definitely felt the male's lips brush up against the sensitive hearing appendage, and latch down with a sharp nip, giving out yet another cry.

The principal wasn't about to repeat himself. He himself gave a nice, rumbling groan, slamming his length deep into the boy, feeling that pulsing clench ripple down his length as it squeezed and tightened hard. Leonard's young dick gave a firm twitch in his hand too, jerking as a bit of clear fluid leaked out, milked from the bashes to his prostate and Cowper's gland. That Arcanine's thrusts seemed to have jumpstarted the fox's reproductive system before his balls had even dropped, though they were quite empty of the seed the fire-dog had ample of. With another hard buck upwards into Leonard's rear, he forced a cry of pleasure from the boy, whose gasps grew louder and more intense. The way his ring seemed to suckle and throb upon his member only enticed Andrew to be rougher on the boy, breathing heavy now.

"Don't lose yourself too soon," smirked Neil, though his hips were now thrusting in and out at a good pace against his daughter's rear, who's squeaky moans came at the same time. The insides of her legs were completely soaked with feminine juices, leaking out at a steady pace and saturating her thigh-fur with that come. Her expression was one lost in bliss, barely even aware of her surroundings now as she gave herself up for her daddy, completely complacent with his movements and will.

"Aahh... Daddy..." she panted, tongue as limp as her body. "I feel hot..." she managed to say, tilting her head backwards, those bangs unfurling as she looked up at her Ninetales father. His hand slipped out of her shirt, stroking her belly once before dipping between her wet legs and rubbing that little pink nub of a clitoris with his finger. "W-waaahh!" gasped Tiffany, her eyes squeezing shut and legs as well, leaving that tight (though not that tight any more) hole all the more spread for her father's member to pound harder.

"Hff... hff..." Neil panted behind his daughter, nearing his peak. He looked upwards, catching eyes with his son, a few tears staining his cheeks, and then locked eyes with that Arcanine across from him. "Hehe... I've got a fun idea," he said with a smirk, taking a break between each word to thump his length deep into that female's ass.

Andrew cocked an eyebrow, giving a hard thrust into the young Vulpix boy, sending him stumbling forward slightly, closing the gap between the two twins to just a foot. "Let's hear it," he replied. The pressure in his upper groin was becoming harder and harder to ignore now, building up like a spring winding upon itself. That tween's bottom would soon be flooded if he didn't slow down, and the 'nine had no thoughts of doing such a thing.

"Since my two little troublemakers here are making so much noise, why don't we give them something to occupy their mouths with?" rumbled the Ninetales with an even wider smirk now. Two pairs of balls smacked into and through a pair of holes, filling the room with that lewd sound as Andrew considered the idea. Those aforementioned troublemakers stifled their moans and groans in an attempt to not be punished. Finally, the silence was broken by the female twin, who gave out a loud cry as her body was suddenly beset with spasms of pleasure, reaching her first orgasm from her father's ass-fucking.

"A fun idea indeed... and I think I know what you have in mind," said the principal, giving a hard thrust forward again, his balls swaying between the Vulpix-boy's thighs as he stumbled forward, coming just an inch away from his groaning sister. "Kiss," ordered Andrew, pressing Leonard's lips against his sister's open one, forcing their muzzles together. While inexperienced, it seemed as if the two tweens were no strangers with making out with each other, as the male of the two gave a low growl of dominance, his tongue taking control of his sister's, pinning it down.

Leonard couldn't help but groan and growl as he was forced into a kiss with his sibling. That member inside his rear seemed to smack against all the right places that caused pleasure to build up in his groin higher and higher. The spicy scent of his sibling's come dripping down her legs drove him wild as well, as well as the pheromones in her mouth. His hands swung forward, grasping her shoulders and pulling her closer.

Just as that pressure in his little Vulpix loins seemed to feel as if it would explode, he felt the Arcanine above him ram hard and deep, stuffing his ass full of that fat cock. Leonard gasped out, breaking the kiss for a moment and looking up, only to see his father and the principal lock lips, intimately smooching and trading tongues, twirling them around. Their messy kiss dripped saliva atop the two foxes' heads, wetting their bangs.

So many things happening at once, that young Vulpix girl could no longer hold back her orgasm, not that she knew she was, and gave out a muffled howl, Leonard latching his lips against his younger sister's, enjoying her taste as much as she did his. Tiffany's legs twitched, almost falling out from underneath herself as her body twitched and squeezed around the fat prick inside her rump. She pulsed around it tightly, her hole rhythmatically milking it, tugging it deeper into her hot self.

A single tail from her daddy wrapped around her body, pulling her closely as he stuffed himself all the way to the hilt. He paused there, just for the moment, sucking on his boss's lower lip and gave out a loud, lewd groan. Thick jerks of sticky fox-seed spurted free from his tip, filling his little girl's rear full of that goopy cream. He held himself buried firmly inside, 'mff'ing against the Arcanine's lips as more and more of his load was deposited into his daughter, finally overflowing and dripping out her stretched hole and onto the carpet, his musk multiplying ten-fold now that it had escaped to the air.

Andrew grinned internally, feeling his childhood friend's orgasm against his lips, sensing it from the familiar pushing and nipping of his lower from the Ninetales. It reminded him when he and Neil had fooled around at the twins' age, touching and sucking their soft cocks together. Just that thought was enough to send the Arcanine tipping over the edge of his orgasm, and he grunted a similar sound Neil had done into the teacher's mouth, starting to flood the Vulpix boy's asshole with that potent, copious semen. It filled his rump quickly, the tween's stomach bulging out slightly from the sheer quantity of the principal's stored load, and finally spurted out wetly from the boy's tightly stretched ring.

Gasping hard into his sister's mouth, Leonard squirmed as he felt that hot seed gush into his body. He knew it was wrong on some level, but the sheer intensity of that heat, and the pheromones from his father's own spilt cream clouded his mind. As the Arcanine's twitching cock jerked upward and smacked against his prostate, he let out a howl, breaking the kiss from his twin and falling forward onto her smaller shoulder, grasping it as his little boy peen twitched and jerked with dry orgasm. Powerful clenches pulsed through his body, squeezing that gushing prick for more of that jism as it spoolged into his behind.

"Mmff... not quite like old times, eh Andrew?" asked the Ninetales, pulling himself backwards from that kiss. That Arcanine's saliva remained on his lips, spicy and lightly stinging, just enough to keep them tingling. He remained himself buried inside the fox-girl, feeling her huff and pant below, small twitches of her rear from the quivering pulses of her legs. The poor tween could hardly stand, and with a rump so thoroughly used by her father, she'd find it a bit difficult to sit down, too.

"We've got two more than old times," replied the Principal, smiling at the flushed look on his old friend's face. "Did your girl tire you out that much?" he teased, though his face held the same tint, only hidden beneath darker fur.

"I'm just a teacher, I don't give out punishments like you do," retorted Neil, reaching for a chair with one of his tails and pulling it towards himself. "So it's no wonder you have more stamina than I." He sat squarely, taking the female Vulpix with him and setting her on his lap, hot vulpine cum dripping from that still-stretched hole as he grew flaccid. It leaked down onto his drained balls, matting his cream-golden fur.

Andrew reached forward, keeping his own Vulpix twin from falling on his face, pulling the boy backwards and taking a seat down in his own executive-styled chair, the leather of it caressing his bottom. "Hm, true, but I suppose I could call you in next time your little brats get in trouble," said the 'nine, his hand brushing Leonard's small, flaccid erection, who gave a weak groan in reply. "Though they might think twice before skipping class and deciding to show their junk off to each other in the future."

The social studies teacher gave a barking laugh at that. "You can't punish kids for being curious," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Even if that's the curiosity best left at home."

Both tweens were silent during this exchange, each dealing with a different thought in their head. Tiffany was toying with the idea of getting her daddy's attention again next week, while Leonard was, more logically, thinking about how badly his bottom would hurt when that warm, soothing prick pulled free from his hole.

And just as he thought of it, the Arcanine shifted, pressing a paw onto his back and pushed forward. Leonard's eyes widened, shoving his hands out front and pressing backwards, using the desk as leverage, giving a sudden groan out when his cheeks smacked wetly against Andrew's crotch, cream squirting out from his sudden movements.

"Don't take it out! It'll hurt!" he said, closing his eyes, trying to ignore how desperate he sounded to have that penis inside him.

"Now, now, Leonard. Punishment is supposed to make you sore. If you're not sore, how can I know that you regret what you did?"

"I regret it..." said the Vulpix quieter, wiggling a bit, feeling that member slowly grow softer and shrink. "I just don't wanna have it hurt when it comes out..." he mumbled.

"Hey, toughen up, champ," piped in the Vulpix's father. "I bet Tiffany can take it, and she's younger than you," he said. As if to prove his point, the female twin pushed herself up with a wince, inhaling hard as that thick rod slowly pulled itself out, taking with it a sloppy amount of seed that spilt down the girl's perineum.

The grimace on Tiffany's face didn't convince Leonard in the slightest, but once more he felt that paw push itself on his back.

"Tell you what, lean forward and I'll give it a kiss better before I put your pants back on, okay?" the principal said, rubbing his thumb against the boy's shoulder-blade in a circle. The Vulpix boy gave a little groan and frown, before finally lifting his rear up, bending forward with his hands planted on the Arcanine's desk. He slid his feet up onto the principal's chair, leaning further and lifting his hextailed rear into the air, bringing it up to mister Motzer's face. A white line of cream dripped down his taint, that pucker clenched tight in hopes that it'd fight off the soreness, though it did little to help.

Andrew tipped his head forward, giving a soft kiss to that Vulpix's buttocks, pressing his lips against that sore, stretched hole and leaving his tingling saliva upon it. The principal extended his tongue, licking up that Vulpix's slightly puffed taint, grooming the thick fur of his own mess, and patted Leonard on his cheek.

"Alright, feeling better, kiddo?" he asked as the vulpine lowered his rump, setting it back down and against that warm , flaccid Arcanine-length.

"A lil..." mumbled the male twin, finally sliding himself off of the chair and standing onto the ground, an action his sister mirrored. "Is our punishment over now? Can we go?" he asked, a slight pout upon his lips as he picked up his undies and slid them up his thighs, that band resting over a sore tailhole and under a tugged tailbase. He slipped on his pants next, unaware of a growing wet spot in the back of his undies as that loosened hole continued to leak out the Arcanine's deposited fluid.

Tiffany slid herself off the Ninetales' lap and onto the ground, giving a small rub to her sore bottom. Her fingers came back sticky, and she wiped them on the inside of her leg, before pulling a pair of panties and her skirt over her lower-half, making it decent once more. Of course, this didn't do anything to hide the fact that the insides of her thighs were saturated with female juices.

"I'll be sending you two home with your father today," said the principal, regaining his authority. "Hopefully you've learned a lesson about messing around in the halls. I don't want to see you into my office again, otherwise your punishment will be more..." the Arcanine took a deep breath in through his nose, puffing out his already fluffed chest before looking down at the twins. "...severe."

With such sore bottoms, neither Vulpix could fathom what could be a worse punishment, and gave a tandem gulp. Their father slipped between the two, stepping over to his boss and bending down to whisper into his ear.

"Maybe you ought to come over to dinner in a few days, just to make sure the lesson sinks in, hm?" smirked the older fox.

Andrew got a large smile on his face from that offer. "We'll see if I can make it," he said in a slightly hushed voice. His eyes were locked on the Vulpix boy, and his tongue slipped from his lips to wet them. "But I'm sure I can make time," finished the Arcanine, resting his hands on his desk.

"Just don't save yourself for dessert, when there's a perfectly fine main course for you to devour," said Neil with a wink, brushing his nose up against Andrew's cheek, pulling back and swishing his rump back and forth as he ushered his twins out the door. "Keep up the hard work, boss," he chuckled, letting the door click shut behind him.

Pinching his nose-bridge, the Arcanine gave a long sigh, depressing the button on his pager.

"Courtney, I'm going to need the night-cleaner in here again."