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[b][u][center]A Passion for Sweet Cheeks

Kink-Vember 13

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The back lecture hall of Academia Draconis was out of use as far as the rest of the academy was concerned. Renovations or updates or whatever bullshit excuse the headmaster used, it kept the students and staff that weren’t part of the ‘fun’ out of the way, and that was exactly what Olag preferred. Not that he minded getting into an argument and fucking with some asshole that might’ve thought that all the butt-fucking was going over the line, but that cut into the fun time.

Well, the other kind of fun time.

The polar bear chuckled as the latest fat-assed graduate of the ‘Anal Academic Program’ walked out of the lecture hall, the big-assed wolf bastard looking less like some prissy alpha and more like some fat-bottomed bitch that was going to be bent over the nearest railing and howling for dick in the next few seconds. The temptation to see whether the pup had earned his graduation certificate was almost overwhelming, but Olag abstained. For once.

He leaned back against the railing on the stairs going up and down from the campus grounds, watching as the wolf walked by. He smirked, tossing his head back in a nod at the tall canine in nothing more than a jockstrap, and the muscular wolf blushed, standing a little taller and walking down. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. That cake of an ass was certainly up to the headmaster’s standards, at least.

A soft whoosh of displaced air told the bear that the headmaster had just appeared behind him. Olag chuckled, looking over his shoulder.

“Got time for a guest speaker?” the bear asked.

“What kind of butt-fuckery are you looking for this time?” Draconicon asked with a resigned air.

“Heh, you know they’re fucking better after I get my hands on them.”

“After they can walk again.”

“Good butt-sluts don’t need to walk. Good fucking bitches don’t even have to bounce; they just need a good mouth and good hole muscles.”

“Yes, yes, but –”

“Got any rimming classes going?”

“One.”

“Advanced?”

“Beginners.”

“Fucking – well, guess I’ll just have to whip ‘em into shape.”

“…There’s really not much point in saying no to you, is there?” Draconicon asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Heh, do you want to?”

“Not really. Just don’t break them. That’s my job.”

“If they break, that just means they need more training.” Olag chuckled, adjusting his pants and feeling the leather clasp a little tighter around his legs. “Which door?”

As soon as he got directions from the headmaster, the bear was off. His lips pulled up in a smirk as he walked along, his gut bouncing ever so slightly as he wandered around the hall. He kept one hand in his pocket, the other swinging back and forth at his side as he ambled along. Olag felt the local students watching him as he walked by, knowing what was going through their heads.

[i]What the hell is that fat shirtless asshole doing?[/i]

Shirtless, yep, asshole, also yep. But fat? Heh, not as much as they thought, and any bitch that thought that they could take him just because of his size always got a sharp lesson in what a practical fighting shape was.

He found the right door and stepped inside. The soft suck-slurp-squelch sounds of tongues at work brought a brief smile to his face, but as soon as he got a better look, his grin disappeared.

There were twelve sluts getting trained how to put their tongues to work, but they weren’t just beginners. They were rank idiots that barely knew how to do more than lap away. He couldn’t hear a single passionate moan, not even one hungry grunt for what they were doing. Hell, half of the bastards were just pulling their heads back from the seats over them, trying to shrink away from getting their faces properly squished down. He looked down the line of naked bitches, ranging from a huge orca on one end down to a possum on the other, each one flat on their back and shown off as much as could be.

And only half of them were aroused.

“Fucking hell – FUCKERS! STAND UP!”

The bear’s voice rang out, echoing through the room. Every person getting rimmed leaped out of their chairs, most of them with a shocked yelp. Olag stomped forward, kicking chair after chair out of the way.

“The hell you fucks think you’re doing? You call that rimming? You call that worshiping ass? You call that eating some fucking cake? I ain’t hearing any moans. I ain’t seeing you showing these asses how much you love ‘em. Yeah, some of ‘em ain’t got much to speak of, but when you’re a fucking seat, you be the best fucking seat you can. Lie like a dog about how much you love that ass.”

Each chair went flying with a loud thud against the wall, and each bitch under them squirmed as the bear walked over them. It was disgraceful; these sluts were supposed to be into it by now, not –

He paused as he kicked the chair off a strawberry-colored fennec fox. White-furred belly, red-furred everywhere else, and a bit of blue in those long-ass ears, the bitch boy had a giddy sort of grin, almost looking a bit high. Olag turned to the female elephant that had been getting her ass eaten, spread her cheeks, and saw a wide swathe of spit across her ass.

“Looks like one of you knows what the fuck you’re doing, at least. Alright, bitches.”

“We-we’re not –”

“[i]Bitches.[/i]”

Olag yoinked the fox out of the training position, ignoring the smaller male’s yelp as he pinned him, face-down, ass-up, in the middle of the room. He stood on the fox’s head, keeping him in place as he looked around the room, and pointed at the strawberry fuck-slut.

“This guy’s trying. The rest of you? Ain’t.”

“Thanks?” the fox muttered underfoot.

“Shut up. Now, I’m gonna show you something. Pay attention, because even though I’m about to make this bitch-boy drool his brains out through his cock, you can learn. Whenever you got an ass in front of you, you make out with that fuck-hole. You show it every bit of fucking love that you’d show someone’s face. I don’t care if it’s sweat, or huge, or tiny. You got an ass in your face? It’s your fucking job as a [i]bitch[/i] to make it feel fucking good. Now, watch.”

The bear took his foot off the fox’s head and knelt down behind him. That red fur went right around his ass cheeks, and Olag had to admit that the fox had some fucking nice cake. Curves, too, nice and flamboyant, just like a femboy should be. All just about right for a proper fox.

He spread the cheeks with his thumbs, chuckled at the butt-plug nestled between, and gave it a little tug. The fox hissed, then yelped when Olag popped it free with a second pull. He dropped the heavy metal toy, hearing it clank on the floor before it rolled away. As he thumbed that pucker, spreading it open and closed again, he looked past the swell of the cheeks at the fox.

“Got a name?”

“Heh, thought you wanted me to shut up.”

“Oh, you’re gonna. Name?”

“Heh, it’s Blitz.”

“…Ain’t even worth making a joke on that one,” the bear muttered. “Alright, Blitz. Let’s eat.”

Without hesitation, the bear yanked the fox’s ass back against his face, wrapping his muscled limbs around the bottom’s legs and middle. He squeezed hard, hearing a squeak from the strawberry slut as he jammed his lips and his tongue against that hole. It was just barely open enough for him to get his tongue inside on the first push.

“Oooooh, fuuuuuuck.”

That was what he liked to hear. He chuckled, deliberately throwing a little growl in so that his tongue ‘hummed’ as he forced it in, licking it side to side. Blitz did a good job of staying clean, for sure. He dragged his tongue back, twisting his head from side to side, making sure that the fox felt every inch of his thick tongue, wiggling it just as he popped it free.

Before the fox could say anything, he dragged his tongue from the back of that fuzzy little sac up to the taint again, taking his time to add as much slime and spit to the lick as he could. That fluff was soaked almost instantly, leaving the little slut slimed and soaked back there as he worked his way back to the hole.

SMACK!

A quick spank jolted the strawberry fennec, drawing another yelp from him as Olag growled against that eager little pucker. It was already starting to ‘kiss’ back at him, clenching and unclenching as he dragged his tongue across it, tasting the soft, slightly bitter flesh, tracing the little wrinkle lines that started to form on every bottom’s asshole over time. He took his time, making Blitz wait as he dragged his tongue around that little pink circle. Each firm lick pulled at that pucker, teasing it further open, sliming it up with so much spit that he might as well have been using lube.

Lick. Lick. Lick –

Squelch.

He jammed his tongue back in, grunting as he thrust it forward, back, forward, back, tongue-fucking the fox’s hole. His fingers dug into those cheeks – SMACK! Another spank, feeling the little clench around his tongue before he pulled them apart again. He grinned around his tongue as he kept thrusting it forward, watching that hole continue to clench and squirm against his tongue.

“Mmmph…fuck…goddamn…”

Little fuck-sleeve could still talk. That was a good sign; it meant he could keep going for a while before the fox broke.

Olag liked a sturdy toy.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Olag goes to the anal academy to find some fun, only to realize that the students aren’t very good yet. Time to help fix that.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Face-Sitting, Facesitting, Rimming, Dominant Rimming, Olag, Draconicon, Fox, Polar Bear, Dragon, Various Species, Nudity, Blunt, Gruff, Docetri, Size Difference, Classroom, Class,