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Writing Prompt:

A high school fur hangs out after class lets out to smoke a little weed with his buddy. His buddy doesn't show up and he decides to just smoke by himself. He gets caught by a lagging coach and is punished for his misdeed.

Getting Caught

Written by RoadKill

Contains: m/m, cannabis use, student/high school coach,

What a boring day! I don't care though. I'm gonna hang out with my buddy in a few minutes and get totally baked. I'm headed to our "secret" spot right now, where Jake and I are gonna enjoy a little Mary J and talk about the hot girls in our classes. We do this just about every Friday. Everyone wants to get their weekend started so the school is pretty much deserted Friday afternoons. Walking down the hallways I was giddy, I loved getting high and just bullshitting about nothing for a couple hours; Takes the stress of class and homework off my back.

Things were looking good, the halls were deserted and only my paws padding across the scuffed linoleum floor could be heard echoing off the lockers that lined walls. A *ca-clank!* rang out as I flung open a heavy metal door using my footpaw rather than just using my forpaw. The smell of wet concrete and rain washed over me as I headed across the big quad area towards the gym. It had been rainy all week and standing puddles of water were everywhere. I didn't care, I was a fit young otter, the water and I got a long very well. Thunder rolled in the dark grey clouds above me, giving me goosebumps under my fur. By now my footpaws were soaked again and made *squrshing* sounds with each step. I went around the corner of the gym building and headed towards the pool area. My secret spot was inside the pool area but tucked in a corner by the pumps. I reached the gate of the pool and looked around while I dug in my pocket. With no fur to be found I pulled out my little mini lockpick tool. It was handy, it had two small lockpicks that swung out like a pocketknife and had a small tension wrench built into the side.

Lock in one paw and wrench and pick in the keyhole, quickly I stroked the small brass pins inside the lock while giving the wrench a little tension, *click* it opened. After pocketing my little entry tools, I slid the gate back and passed through. I moved the gate back and even set the padlock making it look secure, my buddy was supposed to meet me here too and I don't want to pick it twice. The pool had been covered for the winter, a great big tarp was fitted across the pool surface sealing out dirt and muck until the weather warmed back up. Walking past the high dive thing and towards the back end of the building I reached the little walled in pump area. It wasn't huge but there was sitting space for about four furs next to the big pipes and filter equipment. This was my secret spot.

Just as I was about to push through the waist high swinging door I heard the main gate swing open. A shudder of panic flooded my body, I was sure this was a teacher. I turned and saw my buddy trotting along the side of the pool instead.

"Dude, aren't your feet freezing?" He asked, pointing at my footpaws.

"Neh, I like the water." I chirped back.

"Whatever man, I'd be frozen." He said.

I teased back with a cats don't like water anyway jab but he didn't laugh. "Come on let's take a hit and relax," I said padding to the covered part of the pump area.

"I can't today, I'm sorry. I came and told you 'cuz my phone is dead." He replied.

"Aww you suck puss!" I growled. "None at all?"

"I have to go shopping with my mom. She's waiting for me right now. Maybe next week?" the feline said.

I nodded and Jake turned and left. So there I sat, back against the wall with my backpack between my feet. Screw it, I thought, I can still toke. Rummaging around my backpack I found my little "pre-loaded" bat and my favorite lighter. I had gotten the little flint lighter from my dad before he died in a car accident when I was fifteen. It barely works anymore; you have to flick it just right to get a spark.

*flick, hit, hold, exhale*

This stuff wasn't the best quality and was pretty dried out but after a minute or so I could already feel it. The back of my neck was starting to tingle and my eyelids were getting a little heavy. The dim light of the cloudy day brightened up just a little and the end of my muzzle was getting warm. The warmth spread quickly from my nose to my cheeks and up around my eyes. The back of my head was all tingly now and my mind was beginning to wander. I thought about Jamie, the hot little mouse in English class, I wanted to do so much to her! Oh, and Lisa in Earth Science, smoking hot poodle but dumber than a bag of rocks.

"Can anyone tell me which is bigger? The Earth or the Sun? Asked the teacher.

Three or four paws went up as the chubby black bear surveyed the classroom.

"Yes, Lisa, what do you think?" He asked.

She didn't have her hand up like I did; the grouchy teacher was picking on her for not paying attention. She looked like she was in great concentration then finally responded, "uh... the Earth?" What an idiot. I started to giggle, now that my toke had a chance to sink in, and soon I was laughing into the hood of my sweater trying to keep quiet.

*click, barooooooommm*

I jumped at the sound. I think I may have even yelped. It was just the pool pump firing up but my paranoia got the best of me again. It took a couple minutes to calm back down. I was panting a little but held my breath for a second trying to listen. I thought I heard footsteps out in the pool area. I exhaled slowly still trying to shake the sudden noise of the pool equipment when I heard footsteps again. They were moving closer!

Before I could think of what to do, I found myself staring up at a tall wingless dragon.

"Ah-ha, I finally caught you, you little pot head!" Snapped the teacher.

I babbled for a second before a claw-tipped finger pointed at the pipe and lighter in my paw.

"No! I was just..." I was cut off by the teacher's open palmed "stop" motion and then he pointed at something. My eyes followed the direction of his finder and saw it. It was a fucking camera!

Shit was all I could mumble.

"Let's go, punk." The dragon demanded. "My office, NOW!"

I sat in the coach's office while he went to go get some paperwork or something. I was freaking out. My mom was going to kick my ass when she found out and of course she would tell Frank. I hated him, stuck up little shit that liked to act like a father figure and sucked at it. No one will ever replace my actual dad but this little fucker sure tried. I'm sure he's going to yell at me for a good three hours over this. The office door opened and the red dragon coach came in and sat behind his desk.

"I knew someone has been smoking back there." Said the coach as he palmed my little bat and lighter around his fur paw. He playing with them and unscrewed the bat, opening it and giving it a good sniff.

"Your weed is crap kid." He chuckled, "You know I can have you expelled from this school for this and you might even go to a teen rehab center for a couple months. Throw some community service in there and you have quite the resume starting huh?"

I had no other choice so I decided to beg. "Please Sir, I don't want this turning into some big thing. If my mom found out, I'd be dirt in a minute. Please, is there anything I can do to keep this issue here and not get expelled?" I asked. The big dragon just sat there staring at me, scratching his furry chin.

"Come on," I continued, "I'm just a stupid kid."

The teacher nodded at that and inhaled deeply. I readied for the inevitable 'rules are in place for a reason and breaking those rules has consequences' speech. Instead, the dragon slowly exhaled and grinned at me. It looked almost evil on that long muzzle of his.

"Alright kid, I think I have something for you. How about..." he stood up and walked around the desk to stand at my side. "...you suck me off and I forget this ever happened."

I was completely caught off guard, not to mention I was still pretty high. I couldn't believe this bastard! He wants me to blow him and then he will let me off the hook?

"But... I..." I was stuttering now, "...I'm not gay."

The dragon placed a heavy paw on the back of the chair and leaned in close to my ear whispering, "I have you on tape kid. You want your freedom? Better pull it out and get to work." Then he straightened back up holding his paws behind his back.

I couldn't believe this was real! I looked at the dragon's face then his crotch then back to his face again. He was grinning again, looking evil.

What was I gonna do? I thought to myself. I'm not gay! I don't even know how to suck a cock.

I tentatively reached a webbed paw out towards the coach's shorts and looked up at him with pleading eyes to find something else he wanted me to do. Anything but this! Instead, one of his big paws came around from his back and firmly grasped my own, pushing it against the bulge forming under the zipper. "Do it", was all he said.

His paw left mine at his crotch and I held it there for minute while I thought. I don't really have any choice I guess. To punctuate the end of my thought the coach's bulge throbbed under my paw. I gave it a squeeze, it throbbed back. I could feel the heat radiating off this guy's junk and his bulge was swelling up as I gently squeezed it again. Mustering up some gusto I moved my hand down to the opening of his gym shorts and snaked my way up his thigh. I can't believe I'm about to touch this dude's cock! I slid my paw along the inside of his thigh and found his balls first. They were huge and they hung low in a furry sac. How did he hide these? A little farther up I found the swollen sheath. It too was furry like his head arms and legs, not scaly like I thought I might be.

I gave the warm pouch a squeeze and the owner grunted. Moving back down, I paused at this heavy ball sac to give it a little massage. I was kind of amazed at the size of his nuts; mine were nowhere near this big. I had a pair of grapes compared to this dude! I slid my paw out from under his shorts and slipped my fingers in-under the waistband. Slowly I tugged the cloth down watching as the dragon's firm lower belly was exposed. The coach took this opportunity to pull up on the muscle tee he was wearing and tug it off over his long muzzle.

I had pull his shorts and boxers down to his angles and was staring at the beast in front of me. I was sure I wasn't gay. I knew I liked girls. I wanted to see tits not cocks! As hard as I tried I just couldn't help but admire the dragon's body. He was about eight feet tall standing on his toes like I do. He had no tail and no wings. He did have a pair of short horn stubs on top of his head, along with a set of long pointy ears. He was mostly covered in short fine fur except his belly which was scale like. The coach was built like a runner, lean legs slim torso with just a little muscle definition and a tight butt. Wait.

My attention turned back to the swollen sheath in front of my muzzle. Sitting I was eye level with his junk. I wasn't sure what to do next so I reached up and gave his hidden member a squeeze again. This time the tip slid up and out. The teacher quietly moaned and I squeezed again, more of his shaft emerged. It was odd looking. I had only seen mine in real life. I've watched porn before but I've never seen dragon wang in a video. It was pointy at the tip, like a lion's but it quickly got wider from there. It was shaped like a dog's rocket but it didn't seem to have a knot. Towards the base it got skinnier. Soon I was looking at a completely hard dragon dick, drooling pre and everything.

Giving the base of the monster a squeeze earned me a shot of sticky clear pre right between the eyes. I looked up stunned at the coach who just grinned again and said, "There's more in there."

My eyes went back to the leaking tip. I stuck out my tongue and inched closer to the dragon's member. I was just about there when he leaned forward and pushed the leaky tip right up against my nose. It smelled like rose water for some reason. My paw gave the dragon meat a stroke from base to tip and more of his pre oozed from the tip. It ran down my nose and dripped onto my tongue. Sparks went off in my pot addled brain and I saw spots in my vision. The taste was like something sweet but not over powering, just enough to where I wanted more.

My tongue was on a mission, and started lapping the underside of the big cock. When there was none left to lick I went for the source and wrapped my lips around the tip. He moaned again. I suckled on the tip for a minute, occasionally stroking the hard shaft towards my short muzzle, milking out any more pre I could. One of those big paws found the back of my head and gave just a little nudge of encouragement to take in more. It was pretty big and I had never done this before. I let more in and licked it but the paw nudged still. Another inch passed my lips but I just couldn't take any more into my small mouth. I did my best to make the dragon moan again but he too was realizing that he was just too much for my little muzzle.

I pulled off his cock and gave the tip a quick lick then looked up and whined. I wanted more of it but it would never fit. The coach turned and rummaged in a cabinet on the wall, turning back I was blown away at what I saw. A beautiful glass bong with tribal designs etched in the surface of the glass. It was already packed and the big open end was shoved up to my gaping maw. "Inhale and don't stop." He ordered.

*flick, sizzle, drag*

The smoke was smooth and I barely felt the heat. I cashed his bowl with a smile on my face. Now it was his turn to be amazed. After I cleared the glass monster and held for as long as I could stand, I slowly exhaled and cleared my lungs. Barely any smell? Coach put the bong back in its hiding place and turned back to me, grinning again. I could tell this stuff was strong. He didn't have to boast one bit. The tingling and radiant warmth hit my face hard and fast. I could feel my eyes turning red with the heat that burned behind them. My vision was shifting a little and all I could think about was the sloppy wet cock hanging hard in front of me.

I stuck my tongue out again and went to start licking again but I was stopped by a paw on my forehead. "Naw," the dragon said, "how 'bout we try the other end?" I closed my muzzle and nodded. I don't know why, maybe I was just too high or horny or both! I got up and undid my jeans and tugged them down. I had to work them off my ankles since the bottoms were all wet but I managed and tossed them in the corner of the office. I heard a low growl from the teacher and moved to my briefs but the dragon paws beat mine.

"Let me get this." He said in a gruff tone.

His big paws moved to my hips and claws dug under the waistband but he didn't pull them down. My eyes were closed waiting to be de-briefed but opened when I felt heat on my crotch. The coach was licking my smaller bulge through my undies! Each slow wet stroke felt amazing. My cock quickly filled out my little sheath and my tip was already showing. My skimpy underwear slowly slid down my frame, first exposing the tip of my cock to the slimy wet tongue of the dragon. He pulled them lower and my balls fell victim to that slick appendage. Soon they were at my feet and my crotch was completely soaked in dragon spit. His tongue wormed around my little otter-pop and coaxed it from its hiding place.

I had to grip the coach's stubby horns to steady myself, I just couldn't believe how fucking good this felt. His long tongue made a tight circle around my shaft and was stroking me quickly. I gripped his horns tighter and involuntarily jerked and bucked into the warm tongue wrapped around me. I was suddenly very close and started to fuck the dragon's tongue but I was denied release. The coach pulled off me right before I was about to blow. "Remember this is supposed to be like punishment." He said.

I whimpered and looked at my pulsing otter cock. It was so close to blowing my load, that's not fair! The dragon instructed me to turn with a spin of his extended finger and I stepped out of my undies and flung them near my pants in the corner. Leaning over his desk and presenting my rump to him must have pleased him because the deep feral growl was back. Those big paws were on my hips again but from the back this time. He leaned up close to me, grinding his slick tip up my butt crack, matting down the fur as he went.

When crack was completely soaked in pre he lined up with my little hole. He leaned forward, holding my rudder up, and sank the first couple inches inside me. I grunted at the wide intruder but I was able to take the tip in. I was so relaxed by my huge hit I hardly felt any pain. I just felt full. He backed out and leaned in again sinking about half a foot of cock back into my snug little ass. I grunted on each thrust into my rump and more and more of that beast filled me up. After a few minutes the dragon had finally wedged his entire throbbing dick into my butt. I whined out at the incredible full feeling in my gut.

Coach started a rhythm pulling most of his member out then spearing it right back in. I was panting and moaning incoherent words at the monster that was plowing me. Caught somewhere between being high and having my prostate smashed into by the biggest cock I've ever seen I came. Or at least I thought I did. I looked down at my swollen cock resting on my sac on the teacher's desk. Nothing had come out but a puddle of pre connected by a thin strand to my pointy red tip.

I was still feeling my muscles twitching and my tailhole was clamping down on the invading dragon cock but I wasn't cumming. I whined at my second denial to cum and the coach just chuckled between heavy breaths. "Not yet pup." He grunted. My dry orgasm subsided but the feeling of being on edge was still boiling. It was like it never happened. As the teacher picked up pace and used a little more force I felt ready to pop again. Over and over his thick meat rammed my button. I looked down again, sure this time I was going to cum. Again I was dealt another dry orgasm. I whine loudly at the beast to let me cum but he was too enthralled by my snug depths to care. The thrusting stopped and I was told to get on my back.

The coach quickly got between my spread legs and filled me right back up. I whined as a fourth dry orgasm hit just after a few thrusts. The big dragon above me was totally zoned out, completely lost in fucking this nice warm hole he had trapped. He didn't bother looking at me and just kept pounding my ass. I had a fifth empty orgasm when he started to rail me like a feral would. I wanted to cum so bad. I needed to or else my balls would surly explode. He was grunting hard now, every time his lap met my butt, until finally he started growling again. Deep and animalistic. I swear I could feel his cock swell up just a bit more before he hilted me hard and roared out. I had a sixth dry orgasm. I could feel his cum flood into me, quickly filling my gut up with hot sticky seed. I whined and moaned as the pressure built up in me. I felt like a water balloon filled with hot water from the tap instead of from the hose. At some point I had wrapped my legs around the coach's waist, keeping that huge rod buried.

"Good job pup." He said panting heavily. I let my tired legs fall around him and let him pull free from my abused rear end. All I could do was just lay there on his desk and catch my breath. I didn't want to move, I didn't bother to cover myself. All I wanted to do was cum. I felt a big paw touch my tummy and I looked down. I was shocked! The lower part of my belly had swollen up a little. He pumped me so full of slimy cum that I had a bulge to show for it. I gave it a rub and felt the warmth inside. It sort of sloshed when I moved.

"Sorry about that kid, I was a little pent up." He said with a coy smile. "Oh and by the way, you probably won't be able to cu, for a few days. Side effect of that particular strain." The grin was back.

I just whined and laid back on the desk again, one paw stroking my still needy otter-stick and the other gently rubbing my little swollen tummy.

Damn! I really need to cum...

End.