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Stepping into the bathroom, Rio looked around for his scheming boyfriend and blinked in confusion when he found himself alone. Even glancing into the mirror running along the wall revealed an otherwise empty room, the nervously grinning white tiger the only fur in the reflection. Shaking his head,he angled his gaze down, looking beneath the stalls and still coming up empty. Moving further in, he started pushing the stall doors open.

"Come on Mike," he whispered softly as he moved down the line, "we're gonna get in trouble, there's policefurs right down the hall."

The only response to his soft call was a barely audible snicker from the last stall. Pushing the door open, his eyes widened and he quickly stepped in, closing and locking the door behind him. Perched on the back of the toilet with his backpack on the closed seat, was his boyfriend, jeans and soft pink panties pooled around his footpaws.

"We're only going to get in trouble if we get caught," he whispered, grinning at Rio as he fondled his sheath, causing the pink tip of his cubhood to slowly slide into view, "who's gonna catch us, Rio?"

"Anyfur that comes into the bathroom to start with," the tiger countered, but the conviction in his voice was faltering as Mike became fully erect. He took a subconscious step forward, his eyes locked onto his boyfriend's cocklette.

"Nofur can get a hall pass this early in the day, and the teachers aren't gonna leave their rooms yet," Mike retorted, reaching out and snagging the tiger's shirt and pulling him closer, "wanna try again?"

"My dad could use the bathroom on the way out," the feline replied as he was tugged forward, his own cubhood aching for release as it twitched in his jeans.

MIke grinned wider and dropped his paws to Rio's waist, unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning his jeans, and pulling the waistband of his undies down, tucking them under his testes, freeing his boyfriend's own stiff spike and ensuring that he wouldn't make a mess in his pants. That done, he reached back up and started to tug gently on the back of Rio's neck. "Mr. Hasting's has a bathroom in the office, so your dad, and the policefurs for that matter, wouldn't bother coming all the way down here. Anyfur else?"

A soft whimper escaped Rio's muzzle as his undies were pulled down, and he was putting up only token resistance as Mike's gentle pressure bent him slowly forward.

"Janitors... and..." he started, voice husky with lust. The rest of his sentence was cut off as he moved the final few inches of his own accord, taking his boyfriend's cock into his muzzle and starting to bob his head up and down in the ursine's lap.

The little bear groaned softly as his cubhood slid into the wet warmth of Rio's maw. Getting a grip on his head, he stopped his boyfriend's bobbing and instead held him in place as he gently bucked his hips, muzzle fucking the little tiger.

Feeling Mike take control, Rio's ears folded back and he whimpered submissively, running his tongue along the hard length sliding in and out of his muzzle and dropping a paw between his legs to start pawing himself off. A few drops of tiger pre spattered over the bathroom floor even as he felt the first salty drops of the bear's offering leak onto his tongue. He groaned and tried to lick at the ursine's tip, trying to get more of the little bear's salty treat, and instead found himself pulled back.

"What....what gives man?" He panted, standing up, drooling cocklette in paw, and looking at his boyfriend with undisguised lust and need.

"Sorry baby kitty," Mike panted, spit slicked tool twitching between his legs as he unzipped his bag and leaned down, reaching into it, "but your little baby weenie is starting to drip on the floor. I knew that you weren't done with potty training, so I came prepared."

Sitting up he grinned, a fresh diaper and one of the plugs from his video in one paw, and a clear plastic baby bottle with dancing bears containing a small amount of suspicious milky white liquid in the other.

Rio's eyes widened and he was about to shake his head, but he couldn't deny how much he wanted to be babied by his boyfriend, and the taste of the bear's pre on his tongue was clouding his judgement. Another needy whimper leaked from his muzzle and instead of telling the little ursine he was insane, he let go of his cubhood and pushed his pants and undies down to his knees before lifting his shirt up.

"There we go" Mike grinned, setting the plug and the bottle on the back of the toilet and unfolding the diaper, "come a bit closer for daddy."

Shuffling closer, Rio widened his stance a bit and eyed the stuff of the back of the toilet. "What's the bottle for?" He asked softly, murring slightly as he felt the soft padding of the diaper press against his testes.

"Don't worry about that, we'll get to it later," Mike replied with a grin, drawing a small moan from the tiger as he pressed his knee into his crotch to hold the front of the diaper in place as he threaded Rio's tail through and got everything taped up, "There, that feels much better, huh?"

Despite the blush rising in his cheeks, the little feline couldn't help but nod.

"I thought so," Mike smiled, grabbing the plug from the back of the toilet and giving it a few licks to get it lubed up, "now, we can let you leak into your diaper, but we need to keep you from messing it. That would take too long to clean, so lift your tail for me babycub."

Rio obediently hiked his tail high and spread his legs as best he could as Mike leaned forward and reached around him, lowering the tailslot and touching the toy lightly under his tail. and drawing a whine from deep in his throat. He knew that he needed to be quiet, but as his tailstar spread slightly under the gentle but relentless pressure of the toy pressing into him, he couldn't help but let out a whining moan as he pushed back against it, needing it inside of him.

"Good babycub." Mike cooed, slowly pushing the plug under his boyfriend's tail while his free paw reached up and gently pulled the tiger's head back down.

Rio didn't need much coaxing, just the subtle reminder that his feeding had been interrupted and he almost dove between the ursine's legs, taking the twitching length back into his muzzle. Savoring the taste and feel of the ursine's length sliding across his tongue, he bobbed his head hungrily, his own cocklette leaking pre into his padding. The diapered feline's moans were muffled by the cock in his mouth, but were getting steadily louder as the toy under his tail continued it's steady march forward, stretching his tailstar wider and wider, until it was just about to totally breach his defenses. Just before the point of no return, it suddenly reversed directions and was pulled almost completely free, drawing a whimpering whine from Rio as he looked up at Mike, eyes full of need.

"Sorry, tiger mine," the bear panted, smiling down at the diapered cub suckling on his dicklette, "I'll give you your toy back in just a second, b-but I needed your attention. I'm about to fill that cute muzzle of yours, but I need you t-to promise me not to sw-swallow your treat, ok-kay?"

Rio nodded emphatically and grunted his agreement. In his present state of mind, he would have agreed to parade around school in nothing but his diaper and paci, anything to get his daddy to put the plug back under his tail...

Smiling wider, the ursine kept his word and Rio let out a groan as his tailstar was once against stretched wonderfully wide. This time however, the toy kept going and he whimpered as it popped fully inside of him, his little pucker closing behind the bulb and locking it in place. His cocklette was achingly hard and twitched, firing a spurt of pre into his padding, but now that his toy was where it belonged under his tail, the little tiger's attention was on the oozing length in his muzzle.

Hearing the ursine above him beginning to breath harder, and feeling the paws get firm grips on his ears, he picked up his pace, bobbing and suckling on the shaft as his tongue worked the tip. Within but a moment or two, his efforts were rewarded as Mike's cubhood spasmed in his muzzle, coating his tongue and the back of his throat with creamy bear spunk. He was about to happily swallow his treat, but remembered his promise and instead just kept suckling until Mike sighed and pulled his spent tool from between his lips.

"Good boy, Rio," he panted, drawing the tiger into a hug and gently rubbing his padded bottom, pressing softly on the plug under the tiger's tail and drawing a soft moan from the diapered feline. Pulling back, he smiled at his boyfriend, "If you eat a treat now you'll ruin your lunch, and good babycubs need to eat their lunch."

Rio whined and glanced at the toilet before looking back up and giving the ursine a sad look.

"Oh no, no, don't worry little cub, I won't make you spit it all out," Mike chuckled, ruffling the tiger's head, "I didn't say you couldn't have it, I just don't want you ruining your lunch. So," he reached back and grabbed the bottle, unscrewing the top and holding it out, "We'll save it for later. How's that sound?"

The little tiger grinned, and his ears perked up at the prospect of not having to waste his treat. Leaning forward, he gathered the ursine spunk into the center of his maw and opened his muzzle, letting it all ooze and drip from his lips into the white substance already in the bottom of the bottle. Once his mouth was mostly empty, he straightened and swallowed the small amount still clinging to his tongue and smiled at his boyfriend.

"Good boy," the ursine ruffled the tiger's hair, drawing a cute little giggle from the striped cub, before pulling the tiger's paci free of his shirt by the cord and plopping it into his muzzle. Setting the bottle carefully back on the toilet tank, Mike grabbed his boyfriend's hidden spike and started pawing him through his padding "You did such a good job, I think that we should let you have some fun..."

Rio whined softly as he suckled his paci and started humping his damp padding against Mike's paw. His eyes lost focus and glazed slightly as the newly familiar feeling of tingling pressure started building in his loins.

"Hey babycub," Mike asked idly, smirking at his boyfriend as he milked the padded spike, "you can go ahead and wet your diaper, but if you want, we can save your cream for later too. Whaddya think about that?"

As close as he was, it took a second for Mike's words to penetrate the haze of pleasure he was in, but when they did, his eyes refocused and he looked over the ursine's shoulder at the bottle and whined.

Seeing where his tiger's gaze had shifted to, Mike grinned ear to ear and let go of Rio's spike to tug the diaper lower, freeing his cocklette. Quickly grabbing the bottle, he angled his tiger's dick down and slipped the tip into the opening, quickly jerking the shaft.

Rio's eyes nearly crossed as he threw his head back and bucked his hips into Mike's paw, moaning loudly through his paci as the ursine's warm fuzzy grip quickly dropped him over the edge. His moans slid into whimpering gasps as his length jumped and twitched, shooting rope after rope of warm tiger spunk into the steadily filling baby bottle.

Falling back against the stall door as his orgasm subsided, the tiger closed his eyes and suckled softly on his paci as he caught his breath, waiting for knees to remember they were supposed to support him.

The soft noises of his boyfriend screwing the top on the bottle and rearranging his backpack brought him back to reality and the gentle kiss to his nose brought a smile to his muzzle as he opened his eyes.

"Hi daddy," he said softly, letting his paci fall. Now that he had recovered from his orgasm, his mind was starting to refocus, "I'm gonna guess that you got that bottle started after I sent you that video this morning, right?"

"Nope, night before," Mike grinned in reply, "You seemed to like the whole baby thing, and you REALLY seem to like the taste of my spunk, so I figured we might as well mix the two."

"Hey, I'm down," the tiger laughed, tucking his paci back into his shirt,"doesn't it go bad though? Like, it's natural, so..."

"Yeah, I thought about that so I looked it up," Mike nodded, "as long as you keep it cold it holds for about a week. That's why there's a mini cooler in my backpack with a few ice packs."

Rio chuckled, looking down at the diaper midway down his legs, "I really don't wanna take this off."

"You don't have to, you know." Mike replied with a knowing smirk. "You only own one pair of jeans that you wear a belt with, and it's almost two sizes too big for you. If you're careful, no one will notice. Besides, If you keep that plug up your butt, your gonna want the extra padding."

Rio blushed slightly at Mike's smirk. His mom had grabbed the jeans he was wearing on accident as they were labeled wrong. He almost never wore them because they made moving slightly difficult as they were so baggy on him.

"Tell me, Rio," Mike continued, his smirk turning into a full grin, "Why is it that you chose that particular pair of pants this morning? I know you did laundry over the weekend, so you had clean clothes. Maybe... you were wanting to keep your cute little tush in your cute little pampers, but your cute little head chickened out?"

Rio wanted to disagree, but the blush rising up his cheeks gave him the lie, so he didn't even try. He just tugged his diaper back up into place on his hips. "Shut up. Back up so I can get my cute little undies off, they won't fit over my cute little diaper."

Mike chuckled, and kissed Rio's nose again before backing off and climbing back onto the toilet.

Toeing his shoes off, the tiger quickly dropped his jeans and stepped out of them. As he started sliding his briefs down his legs, he heard his boyfriend softly humming stripper music and blushed even as he laughed. "Shut up," he chuckled, throwing his briefs at the ursine as he got them off and got redressed. Stepping back into his shoes, he loosened his belt a bit so that his jeans sagged slightly, hiding his diaper bulge. Looking up, he shook his head at Mike. The little ursine sat licking quite happily at the crotch of his boyfriend's undies, his cubhood starting to peak from his sheath again.

"Really, Mike?" He chuckled, "Didn't you just shoot off in my mouth?"

"Yeah, but you've been sweating since you put these on, and you taste good..." the bear replied, looking up and meeting Rio's gaze, winking at him.

The sheer desire in his boyfriend's gaze was almost enough to get Rio going again, but with the fear of getting caught and the fact he'd just came, the head on his shoulders managed to barely conquer the one in his diaper. Still, weird though it was, the compliment made him smile, and he couldn't let it go unrewarded.

"Aw... such a sweetheart," he said, blushing slightly and leaning forward to kiss the little bear, slipping his tongue into his muzzle. He murred deep in his throat as Mike's tongue pushed back, not complaining when the ursine brought his paws up, one groping his padded crotch and the other pressing against his rump and jostling the toy peeking from his tailstar.

The two little cubs made out for several moments, the wet sounds of dueling tongues in perfect harmony with muffled moans and the soft crinkling of a slightly damp pamper.

Pulling back, Rio looked at his boyfriend and smiled wide, a thick trail of saliva connecting their muzzles. "As much as I want to let you bend me over the toilet and stuff me silly, we don't have time."

Mike panted and leaned against the back wall of the stall. "You suck... you're right, but you suck."

"I do suck," Rio grinned, "and apparently I'm very good at it, but again, we don't have time. Come on, pull your pants up and let's get to class."

Shaking his head, the little ursine kicked his shoes off and started tugging his jeans and panties further down his legs.

"Wrong direction Mike," Rio chuckled, unless you're planning on freeballing down the hallway."

"That'd be fun, but no," Mike replied. Soon as he had his panties off, he gave Rio's undies one last long lick before pushing his footpaws though the holes and sliding them up his legs, "If I don't get to play with you again before we need to go to class, then at least I'm going to have your undies around my bits."

Rio laughed and nodded, "I can dig it, now hurry up."

Pulling his panties back on over Rio's briefs, Mike got his jeans in place and pushed his footpaws back into his shoes before hopping off the toilet and kissing Rio's nose. "Let's go."

Reaching behind him, Rio unlocked the stall door and pressed up against his boyfriend, kissing him again and grindind his diapered spike against the bear's crotch as he opened the door before smiling sweetly and stepping into the bathroom proper.

"Hold on," Mike said, shaking his head and pointing to the mirror, "we are too cute right now to not take a picture."

"Alright fine, let's do it." Rio grinned, pulling his phone out.

Moving behind the tiger, Mike draped his arms across his shoulders and hugged him tight, both cubs smiling wide as the picture was snapped.

"Alright," Mike kissed his boyfriend's cheek and smiled, "Let's go."

Leaving the bathroom, the two cubs moved down the hallway in silence, Rio trying to find the perfect balance between waddling and crinkling with each step. As they approached the door to their classroom, Mike grabbed the tiger's paw and tugged him to a stop.

"Just so you know, my little babycub," he whispered, bringing his muzzle close to his ears, "I've got another fresh diaper in my backpack, so if you need to tinkle between now and recess..."

Grinning as Rio blushed, Mike tossed the door open and strode confidently into the classroom, the little tiger following more hesitantly behind him and hurrying to his seat. Every cub in the room, as well as Mr. Odhran, looked up as they came in.

"Good morning Mr. Kendrick, Mr. Hayes," the stoat greeted them, "Nice of ya boys ta join us."

"What's up, Mr. Odhran," Mike called back, plopping into his seat, "don't mind us, just playing through."

Rio settled into his seat far more gingerly, doing his best to not let the diaper under his jeans make any noise. "Yeah," he added, confidence coming back as his loins were hidden under his desk, "Pretend we're not even here."

"Ah, but ye are here lads, and since ye are, ye can read chapters seven and eight with te rest of us. Read quick, cause we're discussing them after recess." the elder fur chuckled, grabbing a pair of textbooks from a stack by his desk and setting one before each new arrival. "Is everything alright lad?" He asked softly as he set the book on Rio's desk.

Nodding in response, the little tiger flipped the book to the right page and started reading. Though he was doing his best to focus on the words before him, he couldn't fully ignore the growing tingling in his bladder. He hadn't really needed to go to the bathroom until Mike had said something, but now... Shaking his head, he ignored the sensation at first, but after a half hour or so, he was squirming slightly in his seat. He debated briefly whether or not to ask the stoat for a hall pass. He'd probably get one, banking on the teacher's knowledge of his tough morning, but he wouldn't feel right exploiting that sympathy, and besides... he didn't really WANT to go to the toilet. He kinda already had that covered, literally, with the padding gently swaddling his cubby bits. His body betrayed him, as the knowledge that the only thing preventing him from relieving the pressure in his bladder was his own stubbornness caused the tingling burn to almost double in intensity, drawing a soft groan from his muzzle. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold it until recess, and a blush slowly climbed his cheeks as he had to acknowledge that he wasn't just not bothered by that realization, but was actually rather pleased with it.

He lasted a few more minutes, but eventually he had to succumb to his body's demands. At first, years of potty training rebelled against the idea of wetting himself in the middle of class, only allowing the smallest trickle of urine to leak from his sheath, where it was quickly absorbed into his padding. Looking surreptitiously around him and noting that none of the cubs around him had even looked up, he let out another small trickle with the same results. Emboldened by the lack of notice his actions had garnered he ducked his head back down, closing his eyes halfway and holding his breath as he managed to overcome his subconscious resistance and emptied his bladder. Warm cubby piss streamed from his sheath, flowing faster than the padding under his jeans could immediately handle. It took everything the little tiger had not to whimper and moan. The warm feeling spreading around his crotch as he tinkled his deedee in the middle of class caused his little cocklette to swell, sliding free of his sheath and rubbing against the soggy padding. It took less than a minute for his stream to peter out as he had peed earlier that morning. As the flow abated, the cub sitting to his left, a barn owl a few months younger then him, cocked her head and looked around, her sharp hearing having caught the gentle hiss of Rio pissing himself.

"Something te matter, Miss Radford?" The stoat's voice floated from behind them.

"No...," the avian said, looking almost directly at the fiercely blushing tiger and cocking her head back and forth to try and catch the noise again, "Just thought I heard something."

"Heard something did ye?" Mr. Odhran asked, "How bout it, Mr. Kendrick? Judging by where she's lookin it came from yer direction. Ye hear anything?"

Keeping his head down and hiding his flaming cheeks behind his hair, Rio shook his head.

"Must have imagined it," the owl shrugged, "I can't hear it anymore. Could have been something outside, I guess."

"Well, te windows are open, after all," the stoat said, climbing to his footpaws and closing the two open windows a few desks from Rio before moving back to his own seat. "Now focus lads and lasses, recess approaches. Get as much of te readin done as ye can."

As soon as the owl dropped her head back down, Rio's shoulders slumped and he had to clasp his paws together to keep the adrenaline of nearly being caught from making them shake. In spite of the scare, or perhaps because of it, the little tiger's cubhood was still rock hard in his pissy pampers and he couldn't help but subtly rock his hips, grinding his pre into the soaked padding and causing the toy within him to subtly shift... Recess couldn't come fast enough.

Minutes felt like hours but soon the bell rang, signifying that recess had begun. Every cub in the room jumped to their footpaws and ran for the door except Rio and Mike.

"Did ya nae hear te bell, lads?" Their teacher asked, "Go play."

"Naw, we heard it, Mr, Odhran," Mike replied, lazily standing and moving to his backpack, "we're just waiting for the rush to die down."

"Rush? Te two of ye have been in my class fer months and te way ye usually avoid te rush is te try and sneak out of class early," the stoat replied, "what are ye up to?"

"Dontcha trust us Mr. Odhran?" Rio called out, trying to distract the older fur so his buddy could get what he was going for.

"I trust ye lads about as far as I can throw ye," the irishfur turned to smile and shake his head at the little tiger, "Does this have something to do with yer meeting this morning?"

"Nope. Well, not really... Kind of?" The diapered tiger replied, getting an exasperated look from his teacher, "Well, we need to go to the bathroom."

"Te both of ye?"

"Yeah," Rio replied, starting to look uncomfortable as inspiration struck, "Well...I wanted Mike to... to repaint my claws cause I took a bath and they got messed up. So... we were going to wait until we knew that no cub was gonna walk into the bathroom and...."

The stoat smiled down at him and put his paw on his shoulder. "Ye don't have te say anymore, lad. I understand that yer peers aren't te most understanding bunch when it comes te this type of thing. I'll tell ye what. I need te use te restroom myself, and check on a few things. I'll lock te door on my way out. If ye crouch behind my desk, nofur will be able ta see ye. I'll be back when recess is almost over, will that be enough time for ye?"

"Plenty," Rio grinned up at the irishfur, "but I thought you didn't trust us."

"I don't." Mr. Odhran replied with a chuckle, moving to the door, "that's why I'm gonna be taking inventory of my desk when I get back. You cubs have twenty minutes." With that, he gave a small wave and closed the door behind him as he left.

The sound of the lock engaging sent both cubs flying.

Rio scampered behind the teacher's desk, unbuckling his belt as he moved. Laying flat on his back, he pushed his jeans to his ankles and splayed his knees, grinning up at his boyfriend.

"Quick thinking Rio," the ursine grinned, digging in his backpack for the supplies needed. His grin widened as he looked down and saw the swollen, yellow tinged padding, completely devoid of teddy bears. "Wow, good job babycub, tinkling in your diaper."

Reaching up, the ursine pulled Rio's paci up and plopped in into the tiger's muzzle before pulling the tapes and pulling down the wet diaper.

"Awww..." he cooed, reaching for a baby wipe and quickly cleaning the wet fur around Rio's crotch, purposefully avoiding the little testes and drooling cocklette, "such a cute little baby dickie."

Rio blushed deeply but grinned and raised his hips to assist his cleaning as he suckled his paci.

"So helpful," Mike continued cooing, shifting his attention to cleaning around the base of Rio's tail and between his fuzzy cheeks, pushing slightly on the base of the plug lodged within his boyfriend and getting a whimpering gasp from the little tiger. He grinned widely and set the wipe aside, grabbing the base of the plug and began pushing and pulling on it as he angled it side to side, moving it around within the striped feline.

Rio groaned loudly through his paci, his dicklette twitching as he was fucked by the toy under his tail, a spurt of pre arcing up to land on his chest. He moved a shaky paw towards his crotch, desperately wanting to get off, but his paw was slapped gently away.

"Don't worry, Rio," Mike grinned, "I'll take care of your cute spike."

The little ursine licked his lips, but his phone buzzed and he sat back, digging into his pocket. Keying in his passcode, he answered the phone even as his other paw kept moving the toy deeply in and out of his boyfriend's tailhole.

"Hello?" He asked nonchalantly, ignoring the whimpering whines and muffled moans coming from the prone tiger, "Oh, hey Kaylie. Yeah we're fine, just got distracted. No, everything's fine, I promise, just gotta take care of a few things. Rio?" Looking down, Mike grinned at the sight of the felline writhing around on his wet diaper, little dicklette drooling pre into his belly fur, and shook his head,"Naw, he can't really chat right now, but he's fine. Kaylie, look, I've gotta go, the longer you keep me on the phone, then longer it's gonna take us to finish."

A particularly loud moan rose from behind Rio's paci, he REALLY wanted to finish...

"Yeah," Mike chuckled, "We'll definitely see you at lunch. Promise. Alright, see you then."

Hanging up, he looked down at his tiger and smiled indulgently. "Okay, babycub, you've waited long enough. I'll be nice."

Leaning down, he didn't waste anymore time, taking Rio's leaky faucet into his muzzle and rapidly bobbing his head, working his tongue along the shaft and murring at the overlay of pre and piss mixing with the tiger's natural flavor.

Rio groaned loudly and bucked his hips against his boyfriend's muzzle, bouncing his testes against the little bear's chin and causing the toy within him toy push even deeper. As worked up as he was from wetting himself in class and gently grinding against his padding as he waited for recess plus being rapid fucked by the toy... it didn't take long at all before the little tiger arched his back and let out a whimpering moan as he filled his boyfriend's muzzle with his cub spunk. As he collapsed, panting heavily, his little spike still twitching as Mike pulled off of it, he opened his eyes in time to see the little ursine spitting his muzzleful of warm cream into the baby bottle.

Before he could say anything though, the ursine finished his deposit and reached for his hips, flipping him over. He heard Mike's zipper drop seconds before his hips were pulled up, raising rump into breeding position. Shortly thereafter, he could feel a gentle tugging on his plug and the warmth of his boyfriend's breath on his ears. "Do you want to keep going...?"

As much as his common sense and self preservation instinct was telling him to shake his head, to quit while they were ahead, he found himself nodding and laying his tail flat along his back. Mike hadn't gotten off yet after all...

The little ursine, aware of their time crunch, tugged the toy clear and replaced it with his cocklette in one swift thrust, Rio's moaning gasps happening in such quick succession that they melded together into one long drawn out sound of desire. Grabbing his boyfriend's hips, Mike started thrusting fast and hard, pounding as deep as he could under the tiger's tail.

Rio grunted and moaned, his eyes half lidded, and just drooled onto the floor as he was bred, lost in the feeling of getting pounded and drifting in time. Nothing mattered but the pleasured sounds of his boyfriend above him and that rock hard spike pistoning in and out of his tight tailhole. He wasn't sure of how long he knelt getting fucked behind his teacher's desk, but he soon felt the telltale feeling of wet warmth spreading throughout his insides. His mind cleared as the ursine pulled free, and he whimpered as the toy was seated under his tail again in a single hard push, sealing the warm bear cum deep inside him.

"Okay, babycub," Mike panted, rolling up the used diaper and stashing it in a grocery sack and tossing it into his backpack before pulling out a fresh one. "Let's get you padded up again."

Letting himself get rolled back over, Rio laid docile as his fresh diaper was slid under him and folded into place. It was only as his tail was being threaded through that he spoke. "We're not.... Adding the spunk... under my tail to...the bottle?"

"Nope," the bear replied, taping the padding up and tugging Rio's jeans back into place, "your cute little tushy is great fun to play with, but do you really want anything that leaks out of it to be sitting in your bottle for hours?"

"Good point..." Rio chuckled, buckling his pants back up and sitting as Mike screwed the lid back on his bottle and stashed it in his backpack, "So, we gonna go out and try to salvage recess? We've still got a little bit of time."

"No we don't," Mike responded, pulling a bottle of soft purple claw polish from his backpack, "We gotta sell the story tiger mine. We stayed in to paint your claws, if they aren't painted, good ol teach is gonna ask questions."

"You've got a point," the tiger replied, holding out his paw and chuckling, "It's just a shame it's not up my tail anymore."

"All in due time, my cute little subby tiger," Mike laughed, shaking his polish before getting started, "you're going to have to wait until at least we get back to your place, but I promise, my point will be spending a lot of time up your tail."

Working quickly, the little ursine had managed to get all of Rio's right paw and most of his left when the lock on the door disengaged. "Are ye almost finished lads?" Their teacher's voice floated over as his footsteps crossed the room, "I can buy ye a few more minutes if ye need em."

"Nearly done, Mr. Odhran," Mike replied without looking up, "Only one claw left."

"Whaddya think?" Rio grinned, looking up and holding his paw up to show of the color.

"Dat... is nae a colour I would have picked fer a boy," the stoat said slowly, taking the offered paw, "but I have to admit that it does work with yer fur color lad."

Rio's grin widened and he took his paw back and Mike finished with his other one, starting to shake them both to dry the varnish faster.

"Okay, all done," Mike said, looking up at their teacher, "It'll take a few moments to dry though, so those few moments you mentioned would be nice. Thanks, Mr. Odhran."

"Happy to help lads," the stoat smiled, and moved over to reopen the windows, "gonna need a few moments to let the smell of that stuff air out anyway. I'm gonna go wrangle up te rest of yer classmates. If ye want to avoid questions, perhaps scamper off to te bathroom. That way ye'll be coming back about te same time they are."

With a nod and a wave, the stoat turned and headed back out. As soon as he left, Mike laughed and picked up his backpack, moving to hang it up.

"What's so funny?" Rio asked as he awkwardly stood, still shaking his paws.

"Your cover was better than I originally thought," Mike replied, "the smell of the polish that our teacher is complaining about did a fantastic job of covering up the smell of my pounding you silly. Now, come on, let's go hit the water fountain, I don't know about you, but I need a drink."