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The wolf looked up at the window and watched the way the shards of glass sparkled as they sprinkled down, easily catching and reflecting the light of the early-afternoon sun. The gasps from behind him just deepened his self-satisfaction; he leaned forward on the baseball bat, intentionally letting his rump stick out towards his small audience. Once the murmurs died down he put on a bright grin, straightened up, and spun smoothly around to face them, unconsciously employing one of the balance techniques from practice earlier in the afternoon.

"How's that for a cheerleader?" he said, and hefted the bat over his shoulder. The player he'd borrowed the bat from looked from the window, down to him, and then back up to the window; the wolf gave him a wink and leaned in again. "I like to think I know my way around balls."

That brought a fair amount of scoffs and chuckles, though those quickly deteriorated back into murmurs. The wolf let his eyes drift over the tall, broad shoulders of the player right in front of him, and towards a cheetah further back... who met his gaze, jumped as if surprised, and then promptly glanced away. That one certainly knew the truth of his last statement; after each of the last three baseball games, the wolf had made sure to reacquaint him with that in the locker rooms.

"I can't let the others know I'm gay," the cheetah had said, as he traced one of his strong paws up the wolf's side. "Well, that's quite alright," he'd replied, and leaned in to nip at his neck; when the wolf joined the squad he had insisted he be given the women's cheerleading uniform. "I know you're not the only one eyeing my backside before you guys go out. Some of the other cheerleaders are jealous of what I've got..."

It was the cheetah suddenly looking back to the others and grabbing at them, pointing at something off near the side of the building, that brought the wolf's attention back to the present. The player hadn't yet taken his bat back, even though he had his paw out for it-

"Ash Jenkins!"

The voice startled the wolf - rare that that happened; he'd gotten more than his share of verbal beratements throughout his school career, though had had to tone things down a bit after a few threats of expulsion from the college. He shoved the bat against the firm, muscled chest of the team's player in front of him, then folded his own paws behind his back. He knew that if he swung his hips gently side to side, it would make the skirt of his uniform swing in that nice I'm totally, entirely innocent fashion.

But when his eyes finally fell on the owner of the voice, his thoughts of getting out of this evaporated. He knew that face, those sharp amber eyes, the smooth richly-green velvet skin, iguana's spikes coming down over her head and disappearing beneath her clothing. She even dressed the same, in that well-fitted buttoned blazer and tight skirt.

Today she came straight for him, long stride fitting her somewhat imposing height. A flash of those eyes and the wolf heard the crowd behind him disperse while he remained rooted in place, her gaze holding him like magnets; everyone knew she would have that effect even if she weren't the principal of the university.

She strode up dangerously close to Ash, further emphasizing that height, and crossed her arms over her generous chest. The sleeves of her blazer visibly strained over them, hugging close to the firm muscles that doubtless held beneath - rumors said that she did forty push-ups before bed every night, and Ash thought he believed it. Even though the principal stood nearly a full foot above his head, still she tilted her head down and looked over the frames of her glasses at him.

He swished his hips.

"That was my office window you just hit that ball through, you know," she said, voice low and steady. Ash's eyes drifted down to her chest, squeezed beneath her arms - she also wore a smooth, sharp vest above a sports bra, of all things - then flicked them back up to her face.

"Well," he said with a shrug, "at least you weren't in there when it happened. That would have been awful."

Those bright eyes slitted. She said nothing for a moment, then nodded towards the double doors of the building nearby. "We're about to be in there, you and I. Come on. Stay in front of me."

The wolf scoffed and emulated her arms-crossed pose as he passed her, then let his arms fall back down to his sides. He made sure to swing his rear when he walked, of course; I'll earn whatever leeway I can get. That usually worked with others who got upset with him, be them on the baseball team, the football team... his biology professor. It was amazing what he could get away with and what forgiveness he could get just by pushing his rear into a boy's lap, with or without any clothing in between.

For some reason, though - he glanced behind himself once he had shouldered open the door - it didn't seem like that would work with the principal. She just levelled that dangerous gaze on him again, at his muzzle rather than his rump beneath his skirt, and nodded towards the elevator at the other end of the room.

"Fourth floor," she said, "hall on the left, room 418. Go, Mr. Jenkins."

Not even a comment about my dress or my butt? The wolf huffed, rolled his eyes, and begrudgingly stepped into the elevator. He tried not to let her presence make him nervous, though on the ride up he was kept quite aware of her standing there right behind him, and the one time he _did_look he saw that she still stared right down at him, as if daring him to misbehave.

So he did. "Fourth floor", she'd said... so he pressed the second and third floor buttons before the fourth. It was a small thing - truthfully, a good portion of his shenanigans were - but still the wolf stood there and let the smug satisfaction of the annoyance sink in. Once the door dinged open to the fourth he also stood so long that they started to close again, before the principal shot a foot out against the base to keep them open.

Ash looked up into her face then, expecting to see at least some result. She wasn't even looking at him, though.

"On the left, Mr. Jenkins." Those bright eyes flashed down at him again. "You can remember that much, can't you? And do keep in mind: you're only wasting your own time. You won't be going home until I'm done with you, after all."

That knocked some of the wind out of him. He crossed his arms and plodded out of the elevator and down the hall, already brewing up some other way to get back at this top-heavy lizard. Maybe she had some juicy dirt he could dig up by plying his particular skills on the other higher-ups, or he could slide some nudes onto her computer, or maybe he could settle with just sending another baseball through her office window, this time on purpose.

"Open the door."

Ash grumbled again at being told what to do. Her office was everything he'd expected it to be, and yet for some reason it still surprised him: she had a large, heavy wood desk in the center of the room facing away from the wide windows, one of which was of course shattered with the drawn blinds blown in; a thick, plush carpet, dark in color, with sparkles of broken glass littering the material; multiple bookshelves pushed up against the walls, each stacked so high with binders and books and little knick-knacks that they spilled over onto the nearby tables as well as up on the far top of the shelves.

The room felt... busy. Maybe that was it. The wolf looked all around him as he stepped slowly further into the room - and then nearly stumbled when a firm hand pressed against his upper back, pushing him forward towards the squat little chair sitting directly across from the principal's own, on the other side of the desk.

That hand shifted to his shoulder. "Sit."

And, also for some reason, he did. It happened before the wolf could think about it, before he could roll his eyes or scoff or say or what or anything. His barely-clothed rump - he wore a pair of comfy skin-tight shorts beneath his skirt, the best underwear he'd yet found - thumped down against the chair's cushion and he stayed there, frowning to himself as the principal made her way around the desk to sink easily into her own much larger and slightly higher chair. Immediately she shifted into what had to be a practice posture, back straight with her shoulders pushed back, head raised and snout tilted slightly, fingers intertwined in the middle of the desk's surface. Ash's eyes flicked from hers, to her chest again, to the sharp claws at the ends of her fingers, to the burnished-brass nameplate at the corner of the desk reading Ms. Eleanor Hayes, and back to her eyes.

Even so, even though he looked straight at her, when she started speaking it still made him jump. "I don't think I need to tell you why you're here or why what you did is wrong."

Ash scoffed. "Yeah. Since you already did that."

"This has been an ongoing problem, Mr. Jenkins, and it needs to stop." She raised her eyebrows with that last part, sharp predator's gaze searching the wolf's face for any weakness. "Not just vandalism, but a whole slew of other things as well. It's almost as if you seek out rules to break."

"Yeah, well..." Forcibly reclaiming some of his confidence, he folded his arms behind his head - that was a good look, too, he knew: arms up behind his head, body twisted to one side, rump bumping out - "I haven't been arrested yet, so, it can't be _that_bad."

"You should worry about getting expelled first. The only reason that hasn't happened is because you're held in high respects, for some ungodly reason, by some of the very personnel who have reported you to me." Ms. Hayes looked over the rims of her glasses at him again. "I'm certain I know just what that 'ungodly reason' may be, in a few cases, and if anything that should just damn you further."

Ash leaned back, testing the chair's limits. It had wheels along the feet, but they seemed to be locked. "I don't think I see the problem."

"No." The iguana reached up and slid her glasses further up. Ash took the opportunity to look again for any sign of annoyance, but again found none. "I think you do. It's consequences you don't see." She was quiet for a moment; a breeze blew outside, shuffling the bent and broken blinds in front of the broken window. "I know your type, you know."

He came forward and reconnected with the floor with a thump. "My type?"

Ms. Hayes gave a slow nod, then sighed and stood to her full height. This chair was definitely set a bit low; Ash had to scoot back a little bit as well as tilt his head back to look at her. "The type who wants attention, who thinks they're all that, who likes... who likes to make a fuss since they enjoy the reaction it gets." Once more her gaze snapped to his muzzle. Ash scooted back a little further when she came around the corner of the desk. "The kind who can't imagine themselves bending to authority."

Ash frowned as he watched her, expecting her to take a book from one of the shelves or to pick up a framed picture to look at it. Some of the professors who had tried to _discipline_him had done that: they'd pretended disinterest, had acted as though he was low-priority, unimportant. Each and every one of them revealed that to be a lie, though, with how their attention suddenly snapped back to him if he knocked their teacher-of-the-year trophy off their desk, or spilled their coffee over their keyboard, or opened up a porn video on his phone.

Ms. Hayes kept on going, though. The wolf swiveled slowly in his chair to follow her as she made her way over to the door, which she bumped shut with her foot before turning the lock on the handle, all the while holding his gaze. Then she strode back towards him, slow and confident, arms still crossed in front of her sizeable chest.

Ash gripped onto the edges of his chair. She came far too close.

"Technically," she said from behind him, "I shouldn't be doing this, but, well... you've forced my hand. Stand up."

He didn't, of course, and instead just tightened his grip on his chair. Even without her towering shadow falling across his shoulder and the desk in front of him, he could _feel_her presence there behind him. This brought out the first reaction he'd desired: the iguana breathed a slow, steady sigh, and her shadow shook its head.

"Like I said..." she went on, "you've forced my hand."

She wasn't kidding. As soon as the words came out of her mouth Ash felt her surprisingly strong grip on his shoulder, lifting him one-handed up off of the chair so that it thumped and rattled back down against the floor. He squirmed and wriggled in her grip, trying to wrestle his elbows back against her body to free himself, but the principal simply stepped to the side so that she could slide her hand down one of his shoulder blades and push him forward against the desk, with enough force that the cup of pencils shook and her nameplate skidded a half-inch.

"What-" Ash tried to push himself off the desk, though instead just felt that pressure return and bend him over it. The pencil cup fell over this time, scattering them across the surface. "What the fuck are you_doing?_"

Ms. Hayes leaned in over him and waited for him to meet her eyes. Whatever annoyance he had thought he heard in her sigh was now nowhere to be seen. "Your type..." she said, and gave another firm push on his shoulder. The wolf grunted; this wasn't exactly an unfamiliar position for him, bent over a table with his pert rump sticking out, but usually he had a lot more say in the matter.

"...often needs to be _forced_to bend to authority."

Her hand shifted to the middle of his shoulders, keeping him effortlessly pinned down to the desk even as he braced his paws on the edge and tried to lift himself up. That squirming stopped, though, as soon as Ms. Hayes lowered her other hand down his back and towards his rump, first flipping his skirt up against the base of his tail... and then settling in along one side of his rear, slowly circling around as if searching for the right spot.

Once there, she stopped. Ash braced himself, but for a moment nothing came. Maybe she did that on purpose: the few small taps that followed, testing the waters, still made him jump.

Ms. Hayes sniffed. "I was brought up in a Catholic school, you know, Mr. Jenkins. All these punishments today... I have to say, they're nothing compared to what those nuns did." Another tap. His skirt flipped back down, so she just tossed it up again. "I can see why nothing has worked on you so far. It wouldn't have worked on myself, sure enough. The nuns, though... they certainly beat the devil out of me. And you've got a devil inside you too, don't you, Mr. Jenkins? As well as..." She shrugged, the motion palpable through her arm. "What, any of a certain three members of the football team on any given weekend. Isn't that right?"

As soon as Ash opened his mouth to toss back his own volley, her hand left his rump - and then right before he began it came back, smacking forward against and forcing him to jerk against the desk. The stinging pain echoed down his thigh and up his tail, and left him shaking for a moment. "God!" he shouted, hoping that anyone outside the window four floors down could hear him. "Fuck! You can't - can't do that!" The principal's hand pulled away again, and he gritted his teeth. This time, though, he got out what he wanted to say before it returned: "And it's four."

"Oh. Four?" Another smack, this one actually making him grunt. This was usually another thing he liked, sure, especially from a top when he had them pinned beneath his hips in riding them, but - not when it was forcibly given to him, without his say. Against his say, rather: again and again he tried to push himself up so that he could give Ms. Hayes a piece of his own mind, but that one hand in the middle of his back squandered his hopes. "Two... three..." Another came down, and even though he prepared himself for it it still made him suck in a breath through his teeth. "...and four..." And then another, this one leaving an unmistakable tingling along his rear and up the base of his tail.

Ash used to pride himself on being able to say he couldn't sit down right after a private session with someone, but this was something else entirely.

"How's that?" the principal drawled, keeping her hand in place. Even just that gentle contact aggravated the stinging. "Are you going to be a good - excuse me... a good girl, from now on?"

He held his tongue as best as he could, though couldn't stop the growl rumbling in his throat. Ms. Hayes heard this, apparently, and levelled her arm down for another set of solid spanks, until Ash had to blink his eyes against the stinging and hold on to all of his self-control in order to not wiggle and try to throw her aim off.

After a while, though, they slowed down, and soon he felt instead the pressure of the iguana's lower body pressing against him from behind instead of the palm of her hand. Her face came into his view again, a satisfied twinkle showing in her eyes. "What?" she drawled, "No more lip? That's really all you had?"

Ash held her gaze, trembling with both effort and pain. Then: "Fuck you."

Ms. Hayes only smiled. She straightened back up, gave his shoulders one more push, then finally stepped away, giving him a curt "Sit back down" as she did so. Again he did as told, wincing as the pressure from sitting magnified the pain, and then she stepped in front of him and leaned back against the desk right over the spot where she'd had him bent. "Fast and hard usually does it, I've found... but that's probably the way you like it anyway, right? You disobedient..." Those sharp eyes slid up and down his body again, settling on his twitching muzzle. "...girl."

Ash scowled, trying to restrain the way his body wanted to squirm in his seat and lift up off of the punished side of his rear. Ms. Hayes very obviously noticed, and looked satisfied at doing so.

"Oh," she went on, "that got a rise, did it? You dress like it, and you certainly act like it." The iguana reached one hand down to press against the edge of the desk, and from there lifted herself up to sit. Ash's eyes flicked down to the underside of her tight skirt, then immediately back up to her face. "You know, I've seen some of your... homemade content before. Your little solo photoshoots, your picture series with one of your football boys... those two videos with your biology professor."

For the first time Ash felt a twinge of embarrassment flicker through him. This definitely wouldn't be the first time an authority figure had mentioned his escapades, but for some reason hearing it from her... he sank further back into his chair, ignoring the stinging.

She noticed that too, of course. A thump on his chair startled the wolf upright, and then suddenly he found himself yanked forward towards the principal, one of her strong legs pulling against the base. This just gave him a better view up her skirt, especially when he jerked forward with the inertia.

"I also heard about how you're holding all of those as blackmail." This time when he looked up at her she was inspecting her fingernails, as though talking of some unimportant thing. "And yet I still managed to get a hold of them. You just love being in control, don't you? That's what all of this about?"

He tried to keep his eyes on her face, but the way her other hand made its way down her body pulled his attention. Sure enough she wrapped her fingers around the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up, showing smooth, silky green-scaled legs, with velvet-black panties hiding where they met. Ash swallowed, still trying to push himself back, but her leg made its way up to hook over his shoulder and hold him in place.

"Maybe a reversal of that will be what finally breaks you of your bad habits. After all..." A pair of her fingers briefly disappeared into her maw, only to come back out and then slide down the front of those panties, their outlines clearly visible beneath the dark fabric. A shiver ran through the iguana's body. Ash couldn't look away. "Every puppy needs to be housebroken."

As soon as she began lifting her panties to the side, Ash looked away... and also crossed his legs together. "Well," he said, chuckling nervously, "I think I'm done here. Yep, I - I've learned my lesson, I'll just, uh... I'll just be on my way..." But when he looked back to her, making sure to keep his eyes on her face above him, in the peripherals of his vision he could now see her hand drawing slow, steady circles over fresh, slick pink flesh, a warm slit within rich green.

"No you won't, missy." The leg hanging over his shoulder tightened and drew him forcefully in, practically mushing his face against her inner thigh. Her scent washed over him, deep yet gentle, enticing and arousing, and infuriating because of that. The wolf gripped at his legs, holding himself back, though Ms. Hayes tugged him in a little further. "You're not done until I say you are."

Her slickness quickly, easily leached over onto the fur of his muzzle as she grinded against him, with his struggles only resulting in that spreading further. His nose twitched, his mouth watered, his shorts beneath his skirt tightened... "I'll - I'll bite you!"

"No, you won't." Her fingers came down again to spread herself. "You can lick, though."

This time her hand settled on his head, fingers sliding into his short hair and between his ears to pull him forward - and press his lips against hers. Warm, slick, wet, so _tantalizing,_but... Ash grumbled and let a sharp _huff_out from his nose, hoping that that would send a message. He could taste her on the close air, though, as he breathed in through his mouth so as to avoid the intoxicating and inviting scent; at least the folds of his skirt hid the interest that he certainly wasn't about to admit to.

So he swallowed and repeated, "Fuck you."

"Ah." That hand on his head tightened and pulled him in closer. He couldn't even lick his own lips without catching her along in it, that slickness sliding along his tongue and filling his maw. "You're not that lucky, Mr. Jenkins. The sooner you behave, though, the sooner you'll go home."

He looked up at her again, or at least as much as he could past the heft of her breasts. She, too, watched him in turn, other hand coming up to undo the button of her blazer. Well..._Ash figured with a roll of his eyes, _I guess I have to do this. It's the only way.

He sighed. Not like I want to. And then the wolf closed the distance, getting himself promptly to work on her. Slow, steady drags of his tongue up between her lips, little swirls around her clit, a flick back down... he worked deliberately, giving her what she wanted without making too much a show of it. No reason to let her know this wasn't the first time he'd been in a position like this, and also no reason to let her enjoy it any more than she had to.

Her hand tightened again on his head and pulled him in further, her other coming down to spread herself between a pair of fingers. "There you go..." she breathed, "that's a good girl... put that tongue to work..."

Buried down between her thighs, lips pursed and tongue darting forward and back and up and around, Ash had no choice but to breathe her scent in through his nose, each one bringing an embarrassing throb from his hard-on hidden beneath his skirt. He made a show of pulling back and wrinkling his nose. "You smell awful."

"Mhmm." Not an ounce of belief in that voice. Ms. Hayes pulled him right back down again, and gave a firm grind against his lips and chin. Her arousal had started to seep into the fur around his lips.

"I don't _like_doing this-"

"It's obviously not your first, nor second, nor third time."

"I just want to go home-"

"And yet you seem to be-" Another shiver, followed by a shuddering sigh. "-taking your time."

Even so, her thighs started to clamp more firmly around his head, further binding him in place. Ash had to remind himself to continue grumbling and growling throughout, every now and then pulling back to catch his breath or give his jaw a rest. Ms. Hayes's fingers slid up to focus at her clit, with Ash's tongue soon to follow, occasionally catching along her sharp, painted claws. Her squeezing and shivering continued to grow; her breath came in quicker, shallower puffs; a rumble of her own began in her throat... and then she hunched over the wolf's head, her leg over his shoulder pulling against his back, and jerked forward with her peak.

Ash struggled to pull himself back, only succeeding when the iguana fell back afterwards. His entire mouth area dripped with the result of that peak; he flicked his tongue over his lips and swallowed, glaring up at her.

"There. Can I go now?"

She ran a pair of fingers between her legs, then brought those fingers to her maw. "That's a good start, but I'm still not convinced." Then she leaned forward and used those same fingers to tilt the wolf's muzzle up to look him in the eyes - and a little prick of her claws led him to rise to his feet. He licked his lips again, unintentionally; her taste hovered on each breath of his, and the little smile on her face told him that she could smell it, too.

Ash made a move to right his skirt, pulling it forward in front of him. Of course, Ms. Hayes's bright eyes flickered down, and her smile widened - and the satisfaction in her gaze deepened.

"That's what I thought." She leaned in, so close he could feel her breath on his moistened muzzle. "Bad girl like you can't resist giving in to something she wants, mm? Lie down."

Ash frowned. "What?"

"Lie down." The principal nodded towards the carpeted floor. "Away from the glass, preferably."

"What are you going to do to me?" He took a step away from her to do as told, assuming she wanted him faceup. Already his mind zipped through a handful of different scenarios, and when she briefly sat back against the desk to slide her panties down off her legs, it settled on one in particular.

That done, Ms. Hayes twirled the black fabric around her finger for a moment, then tossed it over her chair. Having already unbuttoned her blazer, it took a few more motions for her to shrug it off - and she sighed with the relief, rolling her head on her neck and bringing a hand up to heft one of her almost-revealed breasts. Then she rose, looked down at her prey, and in two steps had positioned herself directly above him, legs on either side of his shoulders. "Don't worry about it."

"I..." He swallowed, eyes fixing on a dribble of slick arousal that had started to work its way down her inner thigh. Yet again he licked his lips. "I could scream."

"You could." Slowly she began to lower herself, reaching one hand out against his forehead to tilt his muzzle back when she could reach him. That strong, wet heat surrounded his face again, and soon the light of the room and of the afternoon sun coming in through the broken window disappeared with her skirt falling around his muzzle. "But you haven't yet," she went on, "and you won't be able to as long as I keep that pretty little mouth busy."

There was no way she could see him with his head buried between her legs beneath her skirt, but still, Ash scowled. He was just preparing yet another "fuck you", too, when Ms. Hayes settled her weight down and pinned his head between her body and the floor, practically forcing him to resume where he'd left off. Now it was more than just his saliva that kept her flesh slick and wet, and when his nose pressed against her smooth skin, he could feel it there, too. Unsure what to do with his paws, he reached up to spread her thighs, then lowered them down...

I mean, while I'm here, since there's nothing else for me to fucking do, I guess I could... take care of myself...

But the iguana felt the motion and promptly seized his wrists, yanking them up against her sides.

"What do you think you're doing, missy?" she said, voice slightly muffled. She gave a buck of her hips, grinding across Ash's muzzle again. "What happened to 'I'm not enjoying this', hmm? Don't tell me you're telling lies. You've got a good work ethic outside of the classroom, thinking back to those videos of yours, so why don't you... show me some of that here?"

Positioned and pinned like this, he couldn't even try to get back at her. The wolf growled, breath washing hotly out between her thighs, and resumed even as she started to rock her hips back and forth atop his muzzle. Again and again he dug his tongue deep into her - begrudgingly, of course - and when she eventually released his paws, slid one beneath her skirt and alongside his face to spread her. He had to blink his eyes against the light filtering in from the gap, and then half-turned his muzzle away when one of her hands came down, too, to resume rubbing at her clit, right above his nose.

Is this what she had in mind as soon as she came around that corner? Ash swallowed, both feeling and tasting her arousal at the back of his throat, and drawing more into his maw with each lick. I'd wanted to go home with someone from the baseball team tonight instead of back to my dorm, but this bitch made sure that wouldn't happen... is she trying to teach me a lesson?

"Ah-" The iguana's body tightened and shivered above him, pulling a startled squeak out of Ash. The movement of her fingers along her sex became more irregular and urgent; in response, he squeezed his eyes and braced himself for another drenching. "God..."

After a moment Ms. Hayes shifted her weight back, and Ash opened his eyes. Immediately, though, he thought he ought to close them again: the iguana had moved back along his chest, arms propped out behind her with her legs still spread around his head, skirt coming up enough so he could very clearly see the focus of his forced attentions, slick and wet, dripping across his short-cropped cheerleader's top and staining the black fabric. Again she brought her dampened fingers to her mouth, idly sucking off the slickness.

Ash felt the blush heat his cheeks - with his other cheek still burning, of course - and looked away. "There. Done?"

"'Course not."

The wolf jumped with the feeling of a pair of fingers brushing up along the underside of his hard cock, through the shorts beneath his skirt. When he looked up at the iguana again she had reached her other arm back behind herself to tease at him.

"We're getting some good progress with you after all, puppy.This says so, at least."

"Well, I'm-" He cleared his throat. "I'm a guy. Gimme a fucking break." She wrapped a finger and thumb around his shaft and gave a squeeze... and his body gave a throb in response. "Believe me, I'd like nothing more than to be home right now.

"Is that right?" Now it was her entire hand wrapped around his length through his shorts, slowly pumping up and down. The wolf's hips gave another buck, and he gritted his teeth, and he let out a low grunt; then, though, Ms. Hayes stopped and sat up again, satisfaction showing on her face. "Well. I guess I'll believe you this time, dear, but I'm not quite done yet." Totally shameless, she shifted her position again and brought that hand away from his cock to slip it back between her own legs, fingers getting right to emulating what she had just had his tongue do. "You get to stay right there. I like it when they squirm and growl and resist, and you've been doing a lot of just that."

Another breeze picked up outside the office window. Ash looked up past the iguana's broad shoulder, watching the way the blinds rattled and shook with it, and feeling the faint stirring of that wind coming into the room. What a detour all of this had taken: had he known that knocking a baseball through a window would result in him pinned on his back beneath the thighs of the college principal, with her taste and scent ground thoroughly into his muzzle.

He tried so hard to keep his eyes on her face, watching the way her mouth twitched and her eyelids fluttered shut, but inevitably his gaze continued falling down along her chest, heavy breasts more than filling out her sports bra, and then further along her flat belly and beneath her skirt raised by that hand as it worked, fingers drawing slow, steady circles, pressing in, sliding back out, spreading that wetness around. Each time the wolf wriggled and attempted to pull himself out from underneath her her legs clamped around his body again, and her eyes fluttered open to catch and hold his.

Watch me, that gaze said. I'm going to make you, even if you don't want to. We're both enjoying this. A spread of the fingers, showing wet pink again; another shudder of her body and intake of breath; a tightening of her legs strong enough to push the wolf's breath out in a weak whine... and after another tense, drawn-out moment the iguana shivered around her hand and slowly uncoiled, finally relaxing back.

Ash swallowed. That just brought her soft taste back into his attention. "Okay. There. Now are you done? Can I go home?"

The iguana rolled her head on her shoulders, let out a satisfied sigh, reached down to heft one of her breasts in her palm, then reached over to pick her blazer back up. Then she made as if to stand up - but instead just leaned forward to wipe her fingers off on her prey's muzzle, and then finally rose. Ms. Hayes righted her skirt and, a little shaky, made her way over to the other side of her desk. She left her panties where they lay, over the back of her chair. The wolf lifted himself up to his elbows, glad for the respite from having a muscular iguana pin him to the floor.

"Yes," she answered after a moment. "You may." Then she slid slowly down into her chair, taking a moment to get comfortable before folding her hands over her desk in front of her and straightening up. Had Ash not just had his face buried between her legs, he might have suspected nothing suspicious; the soft breeze coming through the open window was gradually filtering out the rich scent of sex, thankfully. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Jenkins, and I'm glad for the progress we made today."

It infuriated him the way she just sat there, watching as he stood up and tried to get his own skirt just right, hiding the "result" of their one-on-one. That had always been his biggest problem with the cheerleader's outfit; while Ash worked at that he tried to come up with something to say to her, something a bit more thought-out and edged than just another fuck you, but couldn't and instead just turned to leave. Naturally, he made sure to stomp on his way to the door, and after fiddling with the lock he positioned himself so that he'd be able to slam it shut behind him.

"Oh. Mr. Jenkins?"

The principal's voice stopped him where he stood, door ajar. He half-turned so that she could see the depth of his eye-roll. "What now?"

She just smiled gently. "I'll be seeing you this weekend."

"As if."

"That's right, missy." Her chair creaked when she leaned in a bit. "There's no football game this weekend, so you won't be busy attending to the team like usual, and as far as I know you won't be doing your homework anyway." Then the iguana sat back again, resting one leg across the other. An image flashed through Ash's head of him beneath that desk, muzzle shoved up between her legs again... "I'll see you then, darling. On your way."

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Ash slammed the door of his behind him as hard as he could, just as he had for the principal's office. _"Fuck!"_he shouted, into the thankfully-empty dorm; his roommate had taken to scowling at him whenever he expressed his frustrations, after she found out that shouting back never had any effect. The wolf strode towards the bathroom, already stripping off his still slightly-damp top, and promptly turned the shower on. The loud hissing of the water filled his ears and head... and failed to wash out the thoughts of that damn iguana that had plagued him the entire way back.

He heaved a sigh up towards the ceiling and slid his skirt and shorts down his legs, having to pull the elastic waistband forward a bit past the glistening tip of his cock, still poking out of the end of his sheath. Those thoughts had ensured that that never went down fully.

Grumbling, Ash kicked everything off of his leg and sat back on the toilet, lid closed. "Fucking... god_damn_..." and he reached down, sliding his sheath down a bit with a thumb before wrapping his fingers around to squeeze and rub, to coax himself further out. This is gonna bother me unless I fucking take care of it...

He had to do it because of her, of course. The way she had yanked his head forward between her legs, how she'd teased him against his nose and lips... how she forcibly kept her position above him, both physically and in terms of role; how it had been so easy for her to restrain him and force him down, even as he tried to worm his way out and go against her.

After a while he forgot about the shower, thick clouds of steam now curling up towards the ceiling and fogging the mirror. The wet heat of it slid into his nose and clung to his muzzle, just further reminding him of the afternoon; eyes closed and head back the wolf gritted his teeth, drawing in a slow, deep breath with the feeling of his approaching peak building in his abdomen. Ash swallowed, tensed up, grunted, and suddenly doubled forward...