Transition to College
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Story for http://dean-the-yiffy-fox.sofurry.com/
About an 18 year old cunt boy fox about to make the transition into college, and the Coach finds out his secret.
Hope you enjoy.
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Dean entered the Saturday detention room, wondering what he could have possibly done to get a detention. All he knew was that his dorm room had received a note addressed to him, summoning him to a morning detention the next morning. If anything, it would probably be to show other students how to behave, or something stupid like that.
He hated being pulled up in front of a class and held up as a shining beacon of all a person could be. It was embarrassing, and he had lost more than just one friend because of it. He was determined to make college different. The old Dean was gone; the new Dean would be more of a rebel, someone others could relate to.
As Dean entered the room, he looked around. Not another student was present. Maybe he was early? Or the teacher wanted to speak with him before hand?
From the back room, which led to one of the teacher's lounges, the Coach walked out.
"Ah, Dean, good boy, come on in, close the door behind you, I'd like to talk to you before we start, please sit down." The bear smiled at Dean, and pointed to a seat near him, sitting out from the others alone, across from another chair. Dean sat down in the chair offered.
"So, off to college next year, boy?" Coach asked, For some reason, the way he said 'boy' made Dean shiver slightly all over. Unbeknownst to Dean, the muscled bear wanted Dean to feel that sensation, to get him off his guard.
"Uh, y-yes sir. I applied for a Journalism Major. I hope I get in." Coach smiled down at Dean as he took his seat.
"I know, I've seen your application, and I would have approved it, except for one thing. It's something I'd like to talk to you about actually..." He said, grabbing a manila folder from the desk in the room. He opened it up, and it showed Dean's entry request.
"What about it?" Dean replied, worried that he missed something, or that the Coach thought he wasn't up to doing his chosen course.
"Everything LOOKS fine so far... but just a minor detail to clear up. Here, look at your profile identification... see anything... wrong?" He asked, smiling a mischievous smile. Confused, Dean took the folder and looked it over. He had not answered anything... wrong... per se, but more an interpretation of what he was.
Before Dean could say anything, the more powerful man had slapped the folder out of his hand, the bear's demeanor changing instantly. He forcefully grabbed the fox, and pulled him over his knee, pulling down the boy's pants.
"Someone's been a naughty boy." The teacher said as he slapped the ass of the eighteen year old student. The bear had his paw right under the brown fox's tail.
"Lying on your application to college..." Whack! Another slap stung across the fox's ass cheeks.
"B-but sir-" Dean protested, cut off by another loud, and stinging, slap.
"Going to try and explain, boi? How would you explain why you put 'Male' on your application, because..." The teacher trailed off, and pulled down the fox's pants a little further, revealing a thin slit, instead of the pair of balls that should have been there, were the fox a full male. Without another word, or another slap, Dean felt a finger poke inside his moist hole, making him gasp aloud, and moan.
"You can see why I brought you into detention now, don't you? You're not a man. You're nothing but a sweet piece of ass to fuck!" The teacher growled, as he slid in another finger, making Dean whimpered and moaned in pleasure again. Damn it that felt so good... why did it have to feel so good? Dean bucked wildly as Coach wriggled the fingers around inside him.
"See, you know it, you're just a slut." With that, he pulled the fox off his lap, and grabbed his muzzle, shoving it right onto his crotch. Even through the denim jeans, and the boxers beneath, that the bear wore, Dean could smell the manly scent creeping out. The scent made him even wetter now, and not to mention a bit needy.
Dean tried to pull away, his cheeks flushing red, despite his fur color, both from arousal, and from embarrassment. As he pulled away, the bear growled and yanked him back into position. He had gone the past four years without anyone finding out his secret, how had this teacher found out? The only one who knew was the school nurse.
"Don't pull away bitch, you're mine, if you want your secret kept safe." He grinned wide, not that Dean could see from where he was. Dean whimpered from the teacher's crotch, but kept still. The longer he stayed there, the more aroused he became, squirming his legs a little now, crossing them slightly, to try and keep his juices in. The bear chuckled at the sight, really enjoying the scene.
"I can see you there, getting all wet for me, so wet; I could slide right in, so easily... I bet you're wondering how I know your secret don't you. Undo my pants, and lick my cock if you want to find out." He said, grinning.
Dean wanted to know, so he could stop it next time. He unbuttoned the teacher's fly, and retrieved the bear's thick cock, and started to lick. He listened to the teacher explain the details, and began to suck, without realizing it, he as so caught up in the teacher's story.
As it turned out, he had been buttering up, and flirting with the chubby school nurse, gaining her trust. One time he had convinced her to let him help do the filing of student records with her. Coach had been looking for students he could blackmail into sex, the ones over eighteen, and almost had a heart attack from joy when he saw Dean's file. A cunt boy? That was better than the dick girl last year. Coach had fucked the nurse that night, and left it at that, enjoying his thoughts at planning out what he would do when he got his hands on Dean. Coach loved his secret play times with past students. Some he had blackmailed into sex, others he had given better grades to. Once he had even paid a student!
Once the bear was done regaling the young fox with the story, Dean realized he had been sucking the cock. Panicking, he tried to pull away, but the bear grabbed the fox by the ears, and pulled him painfully back down onto the cock.
"Nuh-uh bitch, you're staying right where you are... you've got a good mouth on you." He said, grinning, his teeth showing. Dean could see the teacher's face, a teacher he had known for four years, using him so abrasively. He could see the pure lust the bear had in his eyes, and whimpered, knowing he was not getting out of this without submitting to the larger male.
Dean gagged slightly as the teacher began to thrust forward, hilting his entire nine inch cock into the poor fox's throat. Every time he was thrust into, Dean winced, because the teacher's grip on his ears got tighter to keep the muzzle where it was.
He felt the thick cock stretch open his maw, and make him gag one last time, then felt it pull out entirely, leaving him gasping for breath.
"Don't think we're stopping, Dean." Said the teacher, the first time he had used the fox's name since the encounter had begun. "Turn around, and raise that tail like a good little slut for me, okay?" He said. Despite phrasing it as a question, Dean knew it was not a question, but instead a command.
Dean did as he was told, whimpering at his humiliation, and at what more humiliation was to come. He raised his tailed, and heard the scrape of the school chair as the teacher got up, and slid off his pants with a slight jangle as the belt hit the floor. He knew what was coming next; he had paid attention during Sex Ed. He gritted his teeth, and waited for the teacher to enter him. Instead of the sudden thrust forward Dean was expecting, he felt the bear's fingers poking at his entrance again, making him moan and buck involuntarily. The teacher chuckled at the response form the needy fox, wriggling his fingers again, just to watch poor Dean whimper with need, and buck uncontrollably in pleasure.
"Such a fucking slut. I think we'll have to keep in contact with you after school Dean." Coach stated, despite the way it was said, it was a command, not a suggestion. Dean whimpered at the thought that he would have to come back and experience this again. Half of him was disgusted; the other half was excited and over joyed.
"I think you want something a little bigger in you now, don't ya?" the bear offered, grinning wide, knowing what the answer would be. Coach thrust his fingers in further. "I didn't hear you answer, bitch." He said, gruffly, tweaking the boi's clitoris.
Dean cried out in orgasmic pleasure. "Yes sir! Please, fuck me!" Dean begged, no resistance left in him. Coach smiled, but inside, he was a little disappointed. He had expected Dean to be able to hold out longer. Maybe Dean really was the slut he was being called.
Coach really did not care either way; he would have gotten his cock in the boi. Such an eager slut... I should have done this ages ago... Coach thought to himself.
He lifted the smaller boi off his lap and pushed him roughly bent over, over the desk. Coach leaned in close, over the boi's body, maw near Dean's neck, causing him to shiver as the hot, moist air rolled past his neck. God that felt so good, the fox thought to himself.
Without warning, Coach slipped his cock in between the folds of Dean's moist cunt, but did not enter yet. He teased the slick entrance more, rubbing his cock back and forth across the delicate feminine nether lips. As he did this, his own sex organ, the lengthy man meat that Dean had been sucking on earlier, was getting slicked up as well, preparing for the final showdown.
The sensations were driving Dean insane, teased for so long, and now denied the very thing his loins were aching for. Dean whined and whimpered as Coach rubbed his length teasingly along the aching slit.
"Please Coach! Just fuck me!" Dean begged, crying out.
Coach let out a small chuckle. "Okay, since you asked so nicely." Coach pulled back, stopping his incessant teasing for a few seconds, and then plunged his thick length into Dean's moist hole, causing him to cry out in pleasure, not to mention a small amount of pain.
Dean was in pure bliss, feeling so full inside now that Coach was inside him, when suddenly, that feeling of fullness vanish, causing him to yelp in surprise. Before he could turn to see what had happened, he felt the thick member slam right back in again, causing Dean to buck on the cock in him.
"Yeah, that's right my bitch, you love my cock don't you?" Coach asked. Dean could only reply with a cry of sexual ecstasy as he writhed underneath the older male.
Coach pulled back, but not fully out, then thrust forward, and pulled back again, pushing forward another time, building up a nice, steady rhythm within the submissive fox.
With each and every thrust, the only thing Dean could do, was yelp out, and try to meet Coach's thrusts half way, showing how slutty the boi really was. Coach grunted as Dean bucked backwards onto the intrusive cock, grinning.
"See boi, a slut. I knew you were." He said. Even as he said it, Dean could already feel the shame and embarrassment start to flush his face red. It also made the rough thrusts feel better somehow though.
Dean was completely and utterly incapable of saying anything, every time he tried it was cut off by him moaning, or yelping. He wanted the beefy bear to go harder, but couldn't get the words out so he tried to get the message across.
The bear grinned, knowing exactly what Dean was trying to convey, having had experience with people being unable to speak while he was fucking them, for one reason or another. He knew both what it meant, AND how to give it.
Dean yipped loudly after Coach made a particularly hard thrust into him, making him buck back in pleasure. If Dean had known that getting fucked felt so good, he would have done it ages ago. Dean smiled happily to himself, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, thinking about the summer break, when he would have a few visits to Coach to look forward to.
Dean began to pant hard as the speed of the bear's thrusts increased, but did not lessen in force, bringing Dean high and higher in orgasmic bliss, the world fading away into a sea of pleasure and meaningless color.
It was not long, before Dean had his first orgasm, spraying his fem juices over the Coach's cock, slicking even more than it already was. Dean was panting still, trying to recover from the experience, writhing now, the sensations becoming much more intense, and not showing any signs of lessening soon.
The bear just kept plowing into the smaller student, pushing him towards another orgasm, almost beyond what the small fox was able to take. He cried out as he orgasmed again, clamping his stretched cunt around the teacher's cock, milking it for all it was worth.
It was at this moment, that the Coach decided to cum. He let loose his torrent of seed, filling the boi's cunt up, and leaking some around the side. He thrust a few more times with a loud growl, and bit down on the fox's neck, causing Dean to wince in pain, but also shudder in pleasure.
Dean lay on the desk, unable to move, the large cock inside him still, throbbing away. Dean was extremely aware of each throb, because it caused a corresponding twitch in his own loins.
"So, my slut, was that good?" The Coach asked, grinning. He pulled out, cock going limp, and dripping cum.
Dean could do nothing but pant in answer, exhausted, and basking in wondrous afterglow. He felt the cool air against his wet insides, still stretched open slightly by the bear's thick girth.
Dean heard Coach leave the room via the teacher entrance, and the door shutting behind him, leaving the spent fox all alone in the detention room.
End.