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Training Session 1

Roary loved working up a sweat, pushing his body till he felt the tight muscles in his arms and legs get a nice burn. The young, blond-haired lion easily best his peers in running laps for sixth period PE, most of which were just lazy teenagers trying to half-jog until the bell. It was a careful balance for them, as their PE teacher, Mr. Hopster watched with a critical eye and yelled at the laziest of furs. Not Roary, though. When he ran past, the kangaroo held up his paw and Roary gave it a running high-five as he continued his burning jog, taking a sharp turn at the bleachers and back up the length of the basketball court.

The bell rang and his peers rushed the locker rooms to change clothes and hurry home. Roary kept running, and Illiaroo watched him with his arms folded over his chest. The sophomore did this every time, he would take three more laps, then do two more cool down laps. Then he'd stretch, and finally, ten minutes after the bell rang, he went to the locker room to grab a shower. When it was just the two of them in the large indoor court, Illiaroo called out, "I'm going to put up some equipment. You good out here Roary?"

The lion gave him a toothy grin and a big thumbs up.

Illiaroo smiled and turned away. He went to where some basketballs had been taken out for a shooting drill earlier in the class. He began bagging them up, before heading to the locker rooms. He checked over both the boys and girls room before tossing the bag of basketballs in an equipment room. When he came outside Roary was stretching out his legs center court. Illiaroo felt a stirring in his shorts. It was torturous, watching that hot little thing stretch, his calf muscles tight and flexing as he touched his toes, triceps visible from across the court.

Illiaroo cleared his throat and Roary smiled as he looked up from his stretching, "I'll be in my office if you need me, Roary." He went back through the double doors at the back of the basketball court and didn't turn right for his office. He went straight for the boy's locker room. He knew Roary used the showers alone when everyone was gone. He suspected that was why the boy dragged his feet when it came to leaving. Illiaroo had been lusting for him since seeing the fifteen year-old walk out in just a towel and all wet one day, fur matted down to his slim pecs and tight abs.

The locker room was divided like a T with the main room being the shaft while to the left were the showers and the right a bathroom.

Illiaroo hid in one of the bathroom stalls and calmly waited. Roary entered the locker room soon after, humming some cheerful toon. Illiaroo heard him turn several of the knobs in the shower room, and soon the sound of running water filled the locker room. Illiaroo needed to act before steam filled the place, too. He snuck up to the showers and peaked around the corner as Roary had his back to him. The lion's tail was raised, and his taut bubble butt was clearly visible. It only made him sexier as Illiaroo admired Roary's back muscles as water ran down them. What he wouldn't do to break open that ass.

Then Roary turned and Illiaroo's jaw dropped. The teen's face was matted by his hair, so he couldn't see him, but Illiaroo could see his exposed front. The boy had no dick. Instead there was a smooth, plump little slit with a bit of exposed pink flesh. Illiaroo pulled back around the wall, panting while his cock grew completely hard.

He did some quick deducing. The fact Roary was a girl or whatever was a secret. That's why he always lagged behind after class, so things cleared out and no one saw his ripe, teenage pussy. Illiaroo cursed. He had to have him.

The kangaroo stood to his full height and made a plan. He went back to the lockers and sat on the bench where Roary had left his clothes. Gym shorts, briefs, and a sweaty shirt. He smelled the sweat from the shirt and confirmed the scent of young, musky teenage boyhood. Then he smelled the briefs and got the scent of newly fertile teenage pussy. Illiaroo rubbed the erection in his shorts and took another whiff before he heard the shower turn off.

Roary toweled off, feeling pleased with another hard earned workout. Now to get his normal clothes on, call his mom to get picked up from school, and then--

Roary froze in the middle of the locker room as he saw Mr. Hopster sitting next to his stuff. Thank goodness he'd wrapped his towel around his waist. Roary smiled and said, "Uh, did you need to talk to me about something, Mr. Hopster?"

The sight of his teacher didn't make him worry much. He admired Mr. Hopster a lot, and trusted him what with how much his teacher seemed to care about Roary's health. He was a foot taller than Roary, and had the body younger men dreamed of. Fit, cut in all the right places, his pecs broad and pushing out against any shirt he wore. His teacher said, "Yes, Roary, I wanted to ask you something."

"Sure, Mr. Hopster."

"Why don't you use the girl's locker room if you got a girl's pussy under that towel?"

A trapdoor opened up inside Roary's stomach and he shook his head and said, "I... I... I don't know what you're talking about!"

Mr. Hopster stood up, as he rose he pulled his shirt off and stood just as exposed as Roary was now. "No, I think you do know what I'm talking about." He unbuttoned his shorts and put a hand on the zipper. "I'll show you my equipment if you show me yours, Roary."

Roary's legs were trembling. He wanted to run out of the room, but the only exit was through Mr. Hopster. The line of kangaroo's Adonis belt ran down to his exposed hips and a tuft of pubic fur was strangely intoxicating for Roary to look at. Then Mr. Hopster dropped his shorts. His teacher had gone commando, and when his shorts fell a thick cock bigger than any he'd seen in this locker room bounced up and pointed right towards Roary. He felt heat building between his legs. Mr. Hopster's dick had a bit of pre dripping down the shaft. Each time it throbbed a new bead formed at his urethra. It made Roary's pussy feel flush. Why was the sight of Mr. Hopster's cock--

"You like it? You can't seem to stop staring," Mr. Hopster said and took a step toward him. Roary's brain couldn't process what was happening. He didn't move. He didn't speak. Mr. Hopster took another step, stroking his cock slowly as he said, "Tell you what, Roary. I'll keep this a little secret and won't force you to use the girl's little locker room, if you let me use that pussy of yours."

Roary shuddered. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't back away, he couldn't let anyone else know about his secret. Mr. Hopster stood in front of him and ordered, "Take your hand off that towel and touch my cock." The towel dropped to the floor. Hand trembling, Roary's hand closed on the head of Mr. Hopster's dick. Pre cum smeared into his palm. "Good kitten," Mr. Hopster said.

Illiaroo knew he could do whatever he wanted to this boy now. He couldn't wait any longer. Roary gasped as Illiaroo crouched and picked up the smaller teen by the waste and carried him to the shower wall. Roary felt his back press against tile before Mr. Hopster's mouth was pressed against his. Roary gasped and squirmed as his teacher's tongue entered his mouth. The kangaroo pulled away and kept one hand wrapped around the teen while the other lined up his cock with Roary's pussy. His weight was on Mr. Hopster's toned, large thighs, which seemed like they could hold the teen up all afternoon.

Roary whimpered, "Mr. Hopster, please--" but his protest was cut off by his PE teacher's dick opening him wide.

Illiaroo pushed his cock in whether to boy was ready or not. Whatever he was about to say, it turned into a groan as Illiaroo forced his cock roughly to the hilt. It was easy, the lion was fucking wet all along.

Mr. Hopster stared at where his cock hilted Roary's sex, panting while the teen squeezed for what he thought was to push his teacher's cock out. But it only coaxed the kangaroo on. He pulled out and slammed back in. Roary gasped at the twinge of embarrassing pleasure his teacher gave him. Mr Hopster started drilling in and out of his boy pussy. Roary closed his eyes and couldn't hold back a moan as his hands grabbed at Mr. Hopster's broad shoulders, seeking any kind of purchase as the kangaroo bred him.

"Fuck, you're too... good. I'm gonna cum, kitten!" Mr. Hopster leaned against the fifteen year-old and kept pounding away as his balls smacked the teenager's ass. He growled in his ear, "I'm gonna fill that tight belly of yours, kiddo." Roary felt the cock jerk inside him and warmth spilled into the boy. His teacher kept fucking him through it, to the point that it almost became too much, a tension rising in Roary's hip that had him yowling. The young lion arched his back and his chest pushed into Mr. Hopster's as virile kangaroo seed shot through him.

Illiaroo dropped the boy on the ground. He grasped his pulsing dick to furiously stroke out the rest of his nut. He shot more than enough inside Roary to knock the boy up. The rest he let splash across Roary's dazed face and chest, cum matting his cute blond hair and running down his developing pecs into his abdomen. More leaked from his winking cunt onto the tile floor.

Roary was panting for breath, his legs numb, his butt hurting from being dropped. He didn't even notice Mr. Hopster leave before he returned with his phone. The kangaroo took a picture of Roary right as the lion looked up at him. Then Mr. Hopster knelt down and showed Roary the pic: his faraway look, the cum sliding down his face, his whole body strained and limp at the same time. Mr. Hopster said, "You tell your mom you're going to start a strength training regimen with ole Mr. Hopster. Every day after school you're going to stay here anywhere from half an hour to two while we work on..." Roary felt one of his teacher's fingers shove into his cunt, and then pull out and up to his belly button, "your core. You do that, and the only furs who see this picture are you and me."

Roary was trying not to cry. "Mr... Mr. Hopster," he sniffled, "Why are you doing this?"

Illiaroo felt a little bad. He meant to dominate him, but he didn't get off on seeing the boy suffer. He tipped Roary's head up to look him in the eye. "Because I know what you are, kitten. And I know what you need, and by the end of the semester, you'll be thanking me for doing this. Now toughen up, you're stronger than this." He kissed the teenager's forehead and left the lion there on the floor. Before he went to get his clothes, he told Roary, "Oh, and if you have any panties, start wearing them instead of your normal underwear."

Training Session 3

Roary buried his head in his arms, blushing furiously as Mr. Hopster pulled his shorts down. The young lion was laid on his elbows and knees across his PE teacher's desk. Mr. Hopster squeezed the flesh of his butt, then touched the panties Roary had stolen from his mother. He heard Mr. Hopster take a deep breath and say, "Good, kitten. You're already wet down here." The kangaroo rubbed Roary's panty-clad pussy with a finger and said, "Were you thinking about this all day today?"

The young teenager bit his lip. Of course he had, he was dreading this. Two days ago his favorite teacher had turned on him and raped him in the locker room. Yesterday, he told Roary, "You're gonna spend the next two hours worshipping my cock, to thank it for everything it's gonna do to you." Roary wasn't allowed to do anything but suck and lick his teacher's dick that afternoon, and he hated to admit it, but soon as he got home he had to run upstairs to his room and masturbate till his hands were coated in his femme cum.

Mr. Hopster's thumbed pressed his panties between his pussy lips, making the cotton sticky and wet. "Answer me, kitten," he said.

Roary groaned and said, "I--yes." He whimpered when Mr. Hopster's thumb pulled away.

"How often do you touch yourself, kitten?" he asked.

Roary's cheeks were burning and his whole body was shivering. "I don't..."

"Come on now," Mr. Hopster said as he pulled Roary's panties down to his thighs. "Those teenage hormones running through you. I bet every morning you get up a little before you have to so you can rub one out just so you're not distracted by it all day."

"Mr. Hopster..."

"Answer me, kitten," he said as his thumb rubbed tantalizing around his sex, not actually touching it though.

"Tw-twice a day. Sometimes three."

"When?"

Roary groaned, wanting to protest but knowing he couldn't. "Once in the shower in the mornings, again when I get to bed. On weekends I... I sometimes get bored and do it then."

Mr. Hopster chuckled. "You're a growing fur, an active libido is nothing to be embarrassed about, but from now on..." and Mr. Hopster began to sink his index and middle finger into the boy's pussy, making him squirm and whimper, "you're going to send me pictures of your cunt every time you masturbate."

"That wasn't--" Roary gasped as those two fingers hilted to the knuckle.

"If I don't get two updates every day, then I'll consider our arrangement broken," Mr. Hopster said. The long fingers of his paw curled down toward the boys clit, shoving down against something hard and pressing the roof of Roary's pussy down. Roary moaned for the first time that day, never feeling anything like it before as Mr. Hopster upped the sensation by clamping his thumb down on his clit and rubbing it. His hand was in the shape of a pincer as Roary's hips jerked forward and back. His tail twitched and flagged as Mr. Hopster kept rubbing and rubbing those spots. Roary panted and arched his back, trying to vainly keep his body under control.

It was no use. Mr. Hopster's fingers were skilled, relentless.

Roary came, harder than any of the times he fingered himself, and faster than he could ever get himself off.

Illiaroo watched the boy's cunt spasm and squeeze his fingers with a satisfied smile. The teen's body acted like it was possessed and exercising something as Illiaroo kept working his spot till clear cum came dribbling out his boy pussy and down his golden thighs. Illiaroo removed his hand and wiped the cum on Roary's cute little bubble butt, which he planned to screw eventually. Fuck, Illiaroo was hard. He always fantasized about breaking one of his hot young students down into his pet, but now he was actually going to do it.

Illiaroo originally wanted to eat him out, but couldn't wait any longer. He stood up, and as he began dropping his shorts, he told the young lion, "You see, kitten, I know how to touch you in ways you've never been touched." He grabbed his dick and ground it against Roary's pussy. "You're gonna pay me back with those lessons, by showing me how horny you are everyday. Every time you masturbate, you're gonna send me a picture of your wet cunt and it better look like it does now. And when you do, kitten, you'll tell me what made you cum. Understand?"

Roary's whole body was trembling with anticipation for Illiaroo's cock. He didn't say anything. Illiaroo spanked him. He yelped as Illiaroo growled, "Understand, kitten?"

Roary craned his neck around and said, "Yes, Mr. Hopster..." He was flushed and looked upset, but at least he wasn't crying. He rested his forehead back on the desk and huffed, "Now could you please fuck me so I can go home?"

Illiaroo chuckled. He appreciated the boy trying to act nonchalant and defiant. His winking sex told an entirely different story. Illiaroo grabbed Roary's hips and lined his cock up. Breaking this boy down to a cockslut was going to be extremely satisfying. "Heh, I'm not fucking you, kitten. I'm breeding you."

One long stroke rooted his cock in the boy. Roary could pretend all he wanted, Illiaroo knew what a hungry fuck-hole felt like. The lion's pussy clamped down immediately, squeezing as Illiaroo sighed happily when he bottomed out. In this position, he could feel his cock hit the boy's inner barrier to his womb. He was going to enjoy battering Roary's cervix with his cockhead.

This was different than last time. When Mr. Hopster's cock buried itself in his boy cunt, Roary bit his arm to keep from moaning. If he could just think of some way to escape this situation, put Mr. Hopster in a place where he couldn't blackmail him... Roary just needed to get through this. But when Mr. Hopster's dick hit something deep inside him, Roary's entire cunt clamped down to try and hold the kangaroo cock still like his body wanted it to stay permanently buried in him.

Roary knew, deep inside somewhere, that Mr. Hopster made him very hot. It scared him, knowing how wrong all this was.

Despite his cunny's best attempts, Mr. Hopster kept plowing his pussy. One hand planted in the small of his back and the other tugging on Roary's inner thigh to pull their hips together as he fucked the teenager. Roary tried to keep his head down, not wanting his teacher to see how flushed he was. He breathed hard through his nose, little grunts and whimpers muffled by his arm. Mr. Hopster slowed down his pounding and muttered, "D-dammit, kitten. Your pussy... so good..." He paused for a moment, and Roary felt his teacher's dick throb and pulse against his squeezing walls.

Illiaroo asked the boy, "How are you feeling?" He started to slowly hump into his kitten again. Roary didn't answer, but judging by his sopping pussy and twitching tail... still, it was the principle that mattered. "I asked you a question, kitten."

Roary kept his face stubbornly buried in his arms. Illiaroo smiled. Half the fun was the challenge. Illiaroo placed both hands on the lion's toned thighs, admiring the muscle there a moment before he yanked both backwards. Roary yelped as his belly smacked the desk, his hips pulled off the side of the desk so he was bent over it. Mr. Hopster leaned across the young teen's back as he started pounding into him again, harder this time. Punishing the boy's pussy, while one arm wrapped around his waist so he could play with his clit. His other arm wrapped Roary's neck in a headlock and he pulled his face up so it was right next to Illiaroo's. Now the teenager couldn't hide his head away while he squirmed and struggled. He clawed at the desk, his legs kicked, and all the while his pussy went wild on Illiaroo's cock while he pounded it hard as he could.

The kangaroo growled in the teenage lion's ear, "When you cum, kitten, I want you to say my name."

Roary whimpered at Mr. Hopster's order. He thought he could get through this without doing it--he was wrong. When he pulled back from the fingers at his clit, he only succeeded in pushing into Mr. Hopster's thrusts. It was useless, that familiar pressure was building up. He was going to, he couldn't stop himself.

Mr. Hopster meanwhile kept whispering, gruff, "I'm gonna... breed your pussy... into the shape of my cock. We're both gonna see... fuck--if I can get you pregnant."

It was coming, bigger than ever before. Roary's body had never felt so hot all over. His pussy ached and itched and wanted... wanted...

Mr. Hopster slammed his dick to the hilt and cursed. He bit down on Roary's shoulder and shot cum right against his cervix, right into his--

And then Mr. Hopster twisted his clit like it was a dial, and it combined with fat cock seeding him made Roary scream.

"Ah!Mr. Hopster!"

Training Session 10

Roary had been dropped off at the mall by his mom to hang out with some friends there. It was strange and surreal to do regular teenager things, like look through comics in one store and make fun of ridiculous clothes at an upscale boutique. It was him and three other furs from his first period. They'd already been at the mall for an hour, and were now in the open air food court. They pitched in all the cash they had and hit every food option on the court, getting one thing from each. On two trays were burgers, pizza slices, sandwiches, chips, wantons. They ate only like bodies that need and want to grow do can.

And as he wiped some ketchup from his muzzle with a napkin, Roary felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He looked down and a lump formed in his throat. One message from Mr. H: Meet me in the family bathroom next to the food court in five minutes.

Then, as if conjured by the text, his friend Marley said, "Hey, is that Mr. Hopster?" The skunk pointed across the food court to the kangaroo as he made his way across the court, down a hall where the bathrooms for the mall were.

Cathy, the vixen sitting beside him said, "Always weird to see one of our teacher's out and about." His friends chattered around him while he shook in his chair. He felt nauseous. Was Mr. Hopster following him? How did he know Roary was here?

"You okay, Roary? Been kinda a quiet," Cathy asked.

Roary stood up and grabbed his stomach. "Yeah, I'm sorry guys. I think I ate too much, feeling kinda sick. I'm gonna... go to the bathroom. You don't have to wait up, I'll text you to figure out where everyone is at."

Inside the bathroom, Illiaroo was calmly setting out the changing table. His phone buzzed and he checked it. His home screen was a picture of Roary's pussy, a smooth blue dildo hanging halfway out it with a caption that read, I wanted it to be your cock. The boy had sent it this morning. Underneath it was a new message from him: The bathroom is locked...

When Roary heard the door unlock he carefully slipped inside. Mr. Hopster had just finished unbuttoning his long-sleeved shirt. With it hanging off his sides, it highlighted his abdomen and pecs in a way that made Roary forget what he was going to say.

"I wasn't sure you'd come."

"You... you told me to, though," Roary said, confused.

"It's not a school day, you could have refused without breaking our arrangement."

Roary blushed, but didn't try to leave.

"You want it, don't you?"

Roary nodded.

Mr. Hopster chuckled and began to take off the shirt, but Roary said, "Wait!"

"Hmm?"

"I like it on like it is."

Mr. Hopster smirked and pulled the shirt back onto his shoulders. "Does it make you hot, Roary? Seeing me like this?" He flexed his pecs for him.

Roary looked at his feet. "Yes..."

Mr. Hopster crossed the room and touched Roary's chin, lifting it to meet his smoldering blue eyes. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, kitten." He leaned in and kissed Roary, and it was tender in sweet in a way that made the boy whimper and his pussy throb. The more he had consented to this arrangement, the more tender Mr. Hopster became, which only made the kangaroo more irresistible for the young teen. Roary ran his hands up his PE teacher's sides, admiring the way his flesh and fur yielded to firm muscle beneath. His teacher was so hot.

Illiaroo withdrew from the kiss, his kitten totally wrapped around his thumb by now. He knelt down in front of the boy's crotch and pulled his baggy shorts down. He laughed when he saw underneath him. "You decided to wear panties today?" They were a plain pair of blue ones with a big, growing wet spot in their center.

Illiaroo could hear the blush in Roary's voice, "I like wearing them now..."

Illiaroo pulled them down and started to tongue the teen's slit, tilting his head up and pressing his muzzle into the boy's pubic fur. He shivered at the ripe scent of horny boy pussy. Roary's hands fell on Illiaroo's head as he groaned and opened his legs a little more for his teacher. Illiaroo lapped at his dribbling cunt in earnest, digging his tongue between his folds. He tasted like a bitch in heat.

"Oh fuck..." Roary whimpered, trying to press his sex into Illiaroo face. "Mr. Hopster, I'm gonna!"

He did. It took his kitten less than a minute to cum from his ministrations. Illiaroo eagerly licked and savored the taste of his boy's honey as it washed past his tongue, some dribbled down his muzzle and dripped on his chest as Roary collapsed against him, trembling as he was ate out.

When the flow stilled, they both stayed there a moment, catching their breath. Then Illiaroo felt his own need come charging back into him and he stood, lifting Roary off the floor with a gasp from his kitten before he laid him out on the changing table. He yanked off Roary's panties and dropped his jeans before grabbing Roary's ankles and splaying them out and pushing them back. The flexible teen took it in stride, his legs stretched out in a V pressing towards his shoulders, lifting his hips up till they brushed Illiaroo's cock.

Roary bit his lip to looked down at his teacher's dick sliding across his wet pussy. He was still so sensitive that he whimpered at the touch. Mr. Hopster asked him, "You know what this position is gonna do, kitten?"

"H-huh?"

"When I pop my dick into your pussy, it's gonna ride up against your spot the whole time. Now you want that?"

Roary nodded furiously.

"Use your words, kitten."

"Yes, Mr. Hopster, I want it. Pl-please, breed me."

"Just make sure to keep quiet. Don't want anyone to know what we're doing in here."

Roary flushed as he realized how loud he'd been before. Then Mr. Hopster ploughed their hips together, and was right, his fat cock head slammed his g-spot and Roary almost started wailing like a lioness rutted through their heat. He bit down on his wrist hard enough to draw blood, and even then his muffled moans could be heard as he struggled for breath. His cunny was clenching on that shaft as it worked on him, breaking down every other thought and feeling to one thing: nothing but Mr. Hopster's cock made him feel this good.

Illiaroo relished the noises coming from his kitten. He knew they could be heard from outside if anyone passed by the bathroom. He didn't care, he loved watching Roary muster a pathetic resistance as Illiaroo battered his pussy. By now his stamina was such that at school, their fuck sessions had extended late into the afternoons. But with Roary on his back in a public bathroom, his cunt clamping down so much that femme cum squirted from his pussy every time Illiaroo pulled back, and the sound of his boy squealing; Illiaroo knew he wouldn't last. Probably for the best he came quick anyways. Too much of a pounding like this and his kitten wouldn't be able to walk out of here.

As Mr. Hopster fucked him, Roary's vision was going white. He felt his legs go numb as they were bent more and more to his shoulder's while Mr. Hopster fucked him hard and fast. A small part of Roary recognized it as his PE teacher trying to work himself to orgasm, but most of Roary wished he could scream Mr. Hopster's name. He'd never came so many times in so short a time. Roary hit his fifth orgasm on the table by the time Mr. Hopster's broad, sweating chest met his. He was barely aware that his legs were no longer held up, but wrapped around his teacher's waist as Mr. Hopster nutted inside him. He felt his PE teacher's hips humping against his as his cock jumped and spurt in his clamping pussy. Even Mr. Hopster was shaking as he came, clutching Roary to his chest as he whispered, "That's it kitten, m-milk my cock."

Illiaroo was panting into his kitten's shoulder as he came down. Roary did not release his waist. He looked at the boy to see how he was doing and the lion was already moving to kiss him. Roary moaned into his teacher's mouth as he kissed him desperately. His eagerness made Illiaroo's softening cock firm up again. He pushed his tongue back into his boy's mouth and his pussy squeezed Illiaroo's cock.

Roary pulled away, his eyes tearing up as he whimpered, "Mr. Hopster... I think... I think I lo--"

Illiaroo shushed him with a finger to his soft muzzle. It surprised Roary as much as the thundering in Illiaroo's chest surprised the kangaroo. He didn't want to hear it, he was afraid of what he would feel. He told himself this teenager was too young to know what that was. Told himself it was a post-afterglow passion and those things always faded after an hour or so.

Illiaroo changed the subject by grabbing Roary's bitten wrist. "You're bleeding, kitten. Let's get you cleaned up."

Before he left him in the bathroom to get his wobbly legs back under him, Mr. Hopster told Roary, "You really didn't have to come today, you know." And after some silence said, "I owe you kitten, I'll get you something special for next week. See you then."

Roary found his friends at a novelty sunglasses store. They all asked if he was okay--he'd been gone for almost an hour. Roary just told him he got sick and that... well it was rough. He pretended to laugh and joke around with his friends, but all he could think of was Mr. Hopster shushing him before he could tell his teacher how he felt. It was frustrating and humiliating feeling this way, and it almost made him feel worse knowing how Mr. Hopster reacted. He had just decided to text his mom to come pick him up, using being "sick" to excuse himself when Marley said, "Omfg guys, look."

They all looked out the store and across the wide walkway to see their PE teacher, Mr. Hopster, walk inside a lingerie store.

"Can you believe it?" Marley giggled a little and started texting someone.

"Frankly I'm jealous," Cathy said, "I wish a stud like that would buy me some fancy lingerie."

Roary spun back to the wall of sunglasses to hide the fact his face had turned beet red. His heart was hammering and he felt a little short of breath. In the reflection of the shades on the wall, he saw an irrepressible giddy little smile break across his muzzle.

Training Session 28

After sixth hour PE, Mr. Hopster had told Roary he had an outfit waiting for him in the locker room. "Put it on, then come back out here, kitten." It was a bright blue wrestling singlet, hanging up on a hook. Roary shivered in anticipation and quickly stripped, being extra careful with his new panties. Mr. Hopster had bought him a dozen, silk panties with different colors and patterns in their lace, most of them transparent. They were Roary's most prized possessions at this point.

Roary jogged out in the singlet, a wet spot already on the crotch from his eager pussy. Mr. Illiaroo sat on a blue wrestling, matt, opting to be naked. His broad, powerful shoulder were pulled forward and his arm stretched across his chest, flexing his muscles as the other arm pressed it tighter, stretching himself out. Roary blushed at the sight of his PE Teacher. His chest felt narrow and his arms small compared to his teacher, even though he worked out furiously and was cut as any teen could be.

Mr. Hopster grunted as he let go of his arm. He said, "Kitten, you didn't send me a picture this morning."

Roary stopped at the edge of the matt and looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hopster. I've been sick the last few mornings and this morning was really bad--"

"You've_what_?" Mr. Hopster jumped to his feet.

"I... I..." his PE teacher lumbered forward till he was standing over him.

"Roary," Mr. Hopster said, grabbing him by the waist, "Have you been throwing up in the morning?"

Roary nodded, a little scared.

At that nod, Illiaroo's cock started to jump to life. He laughed lifted Roary into the air, all plans for the afternoon shattered before he turned around and slammed kitten down on his back across the wrestling matt. Roary grunted, but Illiaroo knew he was fine. The kangaroo was on his knees over the boy when he kissed him. His big hands grabbed the top of the singlet, and with a single, hard yank, tore it in half.

It's not something Roary could have possibly known about himself, but an older, stronger man literally tearing the clothes from his body nearly made him cum. Mr. Hopster ran his hands up and down Roary's body before breaking from kissing him and pecked down Roary's neck. Mr. Hopster kissed his pecs and then locked his lips around a nipple, sucking on it so hard Roary yowled and pressed his teacher's head down against his chest.

Roary managed to grit his teeth and asked, "What's ah going on, Mr. Hopster?"

Illiaroo sat up from sucking his kitten's tit and beamed down at him. "Don't you see, kitten. You're pregnant."

Roary's entire face flushed cutely. "B-b-ut that means you-you--"

"Yes, it does." Illiaroo's cock was leaking pre, eager to get back inside the kitten he bred. He hugged Roary tight to his chest then sat them both back up. "We'll need to do a pregnancy test to be sure. I can drive you to a pharmacy and we can both find out together--"

"Wait! Mr. Hopster, I need to tell you something..." Roary said.

Roary wouldn't make eye contact. Illiaroo stroked his cheek and asked him, "What is it, kitten?"

Roary still wouldn't look at him. He sighed and said, "I've been thinking... a lot about us. When you first had sex with me, I went home and cried and wanted to hate you. You were my favorite teacher and I trusted you and I felt totally betrayed..." Illiaroo's heart sank. "But then... then we kept doing it and I realized, I really liked what you were doing to me. It felt dirty to admit that, but when I did I was able to pay more attention and saw you really were careful with me, and never once hurt me when you could... and I started getting these feelings like..."

"Roary, don't--"

"I wasn't finished!" Roary said, glaring up at him. Illiaroo pulled away like he'd been struck. "You bought me all these gifts, and I knew it wasn't for you to enjoy but for me. And I've been keeping it bottled up the last couple weeks, but, I have feelings for you, Mr. Hopster." Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes, but he looked defiant. Illiaroo's heart was hammering, his eyes wide, and fur standing on end. "And I need to hear from you how you feel, because if I'm just your perverted little fetish--"

Roary was stopped when Mr. Hopster embraced him. The teenager heard his teacher's quavering voice, "No, no you're not that. You're so much more, but I can't--a teacher's not supposed to--"

"You idiot," Roary said, now crying into his shoulder. "You weren't supposed to knock up one of your students, either."

He rubbed his back while the teenager quivered against him. "Oh kitten," he whispered, "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." He kissed his head, squeezing him tight.

Eventually, Roary pushed away and said, "Sorry I got so... hormonal there."

Illiaroo smiled down at him, "It comes with the territory. If you wanted, we could just put everything up, go for a walk, and--"

"No." Roary shoved Illiaroo down on the matt, getting a surprised grunt from his PE teacher. The teenager grabbed his still hard cock and rubbed the head with his palm while he said, "I've not been able to get off today, because someone made me sick all morning." Illiaroo watched, holding his breath as his kitten mounted his cock, the head of it just peeking into her folds. "Just because I love you doesn't mean you get to stop fucking me, Mr. Hopster."

Roary slammed his hips down.

Both of them moaned. Illiaroo watched his kitten rub his crotch and belly, as if he was tracing the line of his teacher's cock. "You feel so good, Mr. Hopster."

"Illy."

"Huh?"

"Call me Illy, kitten."

The lion beamed and rose off the cock that bred him. When Roary slammed back down his cunt clamped down, a gush ran against Illiaroo's balls, and the teenager moaned out his name.

Training Session 29

Roary felt like he was dreaming. After admitting their feelings and a passionate fuck in the middle of the basketball court, Roary helped Illy lock up the gym. They left out the back of the building, and because the parking lot was empty, they held hands all the way to Illy's truck. The kangaroo had been taking Roary home for a while now, so the teenager just texted his mom, We'll be leaving soon. See you in about half an hour, mom.

They went straight to a pharmacy to confirm what they already knew. The pregnancy test came back positive. They made out frantically in the bathroom when they both saw the pink line, and almost fucked again the stall if not for someone else interrupting to use the urinal beside their stall.

Illy pulled into Roary's driveway, hand clutching the teen's. He checked around to make sure there were no neighbors out, then kissed Roary's hand.

Illy reluctantly looked back out the window and said, "Wish I could stay with you tonight."

Roary frowned. He never once spent more than three hours alone with his teacher, and for a second he pined for the image of falling asleep in his arms. Roary didn't want to wait till he graduated to do that. He wasn't, he realized. Roary's muzzle set with determination and kissed Illy on the cheek and asked, "Can you stay here for me, Illy? I'll be right back."

"Sure thing, kitten."

Roary rushed inside, intentionally leaving his bag in Illy's truck so he couldn't just decide to leave before he got back.

Illiaroo tried to keep himself distracted, checking his email on his phone while he waited on his kitten to take care of whatever it was he needed to do. When Roary walked back outside, his mother was in tow. Roary made a roll-down-the-window motion as they approached the truck. As the glass slid down, Roary's mother smiled and said, "Mr. Hopster?"

"Yes, Mrs. William?"

Roary's mother was just shorter than her son, with soft facial features and gentle blue eyes. "Roary wanted you to have dinner with us. I think that's only fair since you've done such a good job taking care of him lately."

Illiaroo looked at Roary and he gave the kangaroo a toothy grin. Illiaroo said to Mrs. William, "How could I refuse?"

Roary and his mother lived in a three bedroom home with the third room converted into a study. The whole place was modestly furnished, with family pictures on walls decorated with paisley wall-paper that was likely there before the two of them moved in. Dinner was rosemary and lemon chicken roasted with a smattering of root vegetables and an arugula salad on the side. Illiaroo felt awkward during the whole affair, while Roary was downright cheerful, as if this situation satisfied both their needs. For Illiaroo, though, he was afraid to even look at Roary for too long lest he give something away. He mostly talked to Mrs. William about teaching, how he got his degree in kinesiology, how he thought the women's world cup would go--

Then Roary loudly set down his silverware and interrupted them. It was toward the end of dinner and Roary's chest was puffed up as if he needed to make himself bigger for what came out of his mouth. "Mom," he proclaimed, "I found a boyfriend."

Illiaroo's throat seized up so hard he started coughing. If there were any food in his mouth he would have choked.

His mother smiled and asked, "That's great news, dear. What's he like?"

Roary was looking at Illiaroo as he said, "Well he loves to get me gifts, is really tender and sweet with me. The hottest guy I know, and I think I love him."

Illiaroo was staring back at Roary like he saw Death in the boy's face.

Mrs. William noticed Illiaroo's look. "Wait..." she stood up and demanded, "What is going on between the two of you?"

"I just told you mom! We're dating!"

Illiaroo wanted to die.

Roary was light as a butterfly as Mrs. William snapped, "Roary he's your teacher. He could lose his job and you could be expelled and you!" She snarled in a way that reminded Illiaroo why lions were the king of predators. "What are you doing with my boy?"

Illiaroo put up his hands and said, "Nothing that he's not wanted."

"He's fifteen! He doesn't know what he wants!" and she started for him, claws out before Roary grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.

"Mom! He's my mate!"

"You're_what_? Have you two been having sex?"

Roary scratched the back of his head and gave her a rueful smile. "Yeah... about that... I'm pregnant mom--"

Mrs. William reached a point past anger. She swayed and started to faint. Illiaroo rushed in and caught her.

"Oh boy," Roary said. "I didn't think she'd take it so hard."

"What did you think she would do, kitten?" Illiaroo asked, exasperated. He lifted her up and carried her over to the couch in the living room. He carefully set her down. Once he had Roary grabbed his hand and twined their fingers together. He said, "She'll understand. It was just a lot at once."

Illiaroo sighed and hugged him, his heart racing. For a moment there he thought Roary's mother would claw him to pieces in front of her son.

When Mrs. Williams came to, Illiaroo was sitting down on chair by the couch with Roary sitting on the floor between them. "Hey mom, I'm sorry for freaking you out," the teenager cooed.

"Oh Roary, what were you thinking?"

"Mom, I really love him."

Illiaroo blushed and spoke up, "And I love your son, Mrs. Williams."

Mrs. Williams sat up and took a few deep breaths. She didn't speak for a moment, then: "Roary, can you go to your room so I can talk to Mr. Hopster?"

"You're not gonna hurt him, are you?"

"No honey, I promise."

Roary nodded and spared a smile for Illy before he went around the corner and down the hall to his room. He shut his door to make it sound like he was there, but he instead snuck back down the hall to listen to the two. He was still worried about Illy, after all. Things hadn't gone exactly as he thought they would.

He heard Illy speak first, "Mrs. Williams I--"

"Breanna."

"Right, Breanna, I'm sorry you had to find out like this. I don't know--"

"My son did the right thing. Better than waiting for me to see his belly swelling. How long have you two known?"

"About?"

"The pregnancy."

"We found out today."

His mom said, "He has been sick the last couple mornings. Which means you were both fucking long before today. How long have you been in love with my son?"

Roary heard Illy struggle to answer the question. "I... uh--"

"A week, a month, all schoolyear?"

"I've felt this way for weeks. It was like a sickness, Breanna. We had been having sex before that, which I know is wrong. But when I started having these feelings..." Illy sighed. Roary held his breath. "I'd never felt so strongly about anyone before and it scared me. Every moment with your son was this precious gem. When we weren't together, I'd stared at my phone and think nonstop about texting him, just talking to him about nonsense, but worried if I did someone would notice. I felt like the teenager who couldn't control his feelings. You son is wonderful, and I'd do anything for him."

Brieanna sighed. "That boy... he is wonderful, but he'll also be the death of me." Then she called out, "I know you're listening--you can come out now, Roary."

Illiaroo spun around and was stunned to see Roary walk out from around the hallway. He had tears in his eyes when he fell into Illiaroo's arms. For a moment, Illiaroo forgot about Breanna and just hugged his mate close, kissing his head.

"You can stay here tonight, if you want, Mr. Hopster," Breanna said and Roary's head shot up.

"You mean it mom?"

"That's the only reason you invited him to dinner, isn't it?"

Roary nodded, beaming.

Breanna stood and fixed Illiaroo with a look. "You hurt my son and I'll make sure your job isn't the only thing you lose." She went over and kissed her son on the cheek and added as she went to the kitchen, "You two try not to make too much noise."

Roary was over the moon.

Illy carried him to his bed that night, setting him down before they both frantically stripped. Roary was faster, and so when Illy's pants dropped the teen had his hands on his teacher's cock and muzzle buried in his balls. He took in Illy's musk and moaned. The kangaroo never gave Roary enough time to admire his body--usually because he was so busy worshipping Roary. Now it was Roary's turn and he had all the time in the world. He licked up Illy's sack, while his hands pumped his fat cock, milking pre from the head. This cock had made him pregnant, and that made Roary hot. The thought of being pregnant with his teacher's cub made him moan against the base of his dick before licking hungrily up the shaft.

"Ah, kitten," Illy breathed while Roary opened his mouth and descended. Illy's tool still tasted like his pussy. It was a taste Roary was all too familiar with, given how often Illy would kiss him after eating the boy out. Illy's hand rested in his blond hair and stroked it. Roary bobbed his head while he touched his heated cunny, just teasing it. He wanted to get as worked up as possible for when Illy bred him. He loved watching his teacher's balls heave as he squirted pre down his throat, his muscular thighs tense.

Roary felt Illy push him off, and reluctantly the teen pulled off the older male's cock, before pouting up at him.

"Did you want me to cum inside your mouth or your pussy, kitten?"

Roary rolled his eyes. "You just need to work on your stamina."

Illy gave him a snarling smile before pulling him up into a kiss. "When did you become such a brat?"

"Someone spoiled me," Roary said as he led Illy back down into his bed with him.

"Well, whoever did that, I oughta show them how you take care of a kitten like you," Illy said before opening up Roary's legs and sinking his dick into the warm, tight home of his boy pussy.

Roary bit his lip as his mate hilted and whimpered, "Oh, Illy..."

Illiaroo felt Roary clamp down on his cock and growled before he began to slowly hump his boy. He didn't want a fast rut. He wanted to take his time, explore his kitten's body thoroughly. He kissed Roary and tasted his own cock as their muzzles locked. He felt Roary's legs close around his waist, the lion's hands traveling down his back and tracing the cords of muscle there. Illiaroo broke the kiss and rubbed his kitten's belly, whispering, "I can't believe you're carrying my cub."

Roary's breathless voice asked, "Does it--oof, get you hot? Knowing you're gonna be a daddy?"

Illiaroo's cock jumped spurted a hard shot of pre. His whole body trembled a moment and he began to pick up his pace. He said, "Call me daddy again."

"Daddy--oh!" he was interrupted by a hard thrust. Roary's breathing was picking up but he kept saying it, "That's it daddy... fuck my boy pussy. I need daddy's cum."

"Fuck, Roary!"

They both moaned as Illiaroo hilted his mate and came.

Roary squirmed and squeezed his cock, coaxing with, "That's right daddy, mmmm.... I can feel daddy's seed inside me."

Illiaroo cursed, his cock shooting even hard on the fifth shot. He buried his muzzle in his kitten's hair and his whole body trembled and shook as Roary kept whispering about how good a stud he was, how happy the teenager was to be bred. Illiaroo came longer than he ever had, his balls pouring out every little bit they could, until seed was leaking out around the side of his cock. For a while, they just listened to each other's labored breath.

Then Roary giggled. "You never came that hard before."

Illiaroo panted until he caught his breath, then said, "I've never loved anyone this hard before, either."

Roary squealed and squeezed the bigger male to him, even his pussy clamping down on his softening cock.

Roary kissed him, long and slow before pulling away to ask, "Illy?"

"Yeah, kitten?"

"All this isn't going to change our schedule at school, is it?"

"You still want to fuck at the school?"

"It's really hot, Illy."

Illy smiled and kissed his cheek. "My slutty little kitten."

Roary kissed his cheek and whispered, "It's thanks to all your training, Mr. Hopster."