The Fallen Angel
#2 of School days
introducing *drum roll* Angel Caido the rich kid with a dark side
as always please be nice in the comments
School days
The Fallen Angel
"Hey Caido!" the coach shouted across the gym "if you don't get off your ass and participate; then I'll make sure you do this summer; which means no graduation!" Angel Caido made a face and stood up, walking down the bleachers and looking heading towards a tetherball pole. Since it was raining the P.E. block was being done indoors. The arctic fox wished he had been able to get something else; he hated P.E. He stood in the line, waiting his turn, not noticing the coach headed his way. Just as he was about to step out to take on his opponent, the coach tapped his shoulder. "I want to see you in my office after class." Angel's ears twitched in annoyance and turned back to the game, not acknowledging that the coach spoke at all. He won every game of tetherball he played except the last, which he threw to walk back to the locker rooms early. This was the last class of the day so he didn't bother showering; he just changed into his jeans and tee shirt, taking his time until the bell rang. He grabbed his bag and went strait to Coach Irwin's office
"What did you want coach?" he asked setting his bag down, Irwin had a tendency to waffle on about nothing.
"Is there any particular reason I have to tell you to get up and participate at least once a day?" the bear asked.
"Because I hate P.E." Angel said "I work out at home, I don't need to do it here"
"Then why even take this class?" the coach said calmly sitting down. He motioned for Angel to do the same.
"Nothing else was open." The fox said unhappily sitting.
"Be that as it may; you still can't blow off this class." The coach said leaning back "as your grade stands now; you won't be graduating." Angel sat up in his seat, his fur bristling
"Why!? I show up, that should be enough!"
"Well it's not. And if you don't start, then I won't have any problem holding you back." the fox just stared for a moment disbelieving. He refused to be held back by something as trivial P.E.
"There has to be something!" Angel said desperately, shifting in his seat slightly
"Yea. Start taking part in class. Some extra credit wouldn't do you any harm either." The coach said. Then he grabbed the desk suddenly in surprise as he felt Angel's bare foot paw rub against his inner thigh
"Extra credit you say....?" The fox said smiling. The coach pushed his foot away.
"Nice try. But no." he said sternly. You got used to this being a teacher; many students had pulled this in Irwin's career. Angel got to his feet and walked around the desk slowly, the coach watched him suspiciousl He hadn't ever let a guy slide by with this but this one smelled divine. If he hadn't seen the fox, he would've guessed he was female. The fox stepped behind Irwin and wrapped his arms around him and nibbled his ear gently
"Are you sure?" Angel said softly letting his hands travel down the bear's chest, where his wrists were grabbed tightly.
"That's strike two kid." Irwin said glaring "you don't wanna know what happens at three." Angel frowned; then he noticed the bulge forming in the bear's pants and grinned slightly. The fox was getting to him. Let's see what happens at strike three. He leaned forward and kissed the bear, slipping his tongue between his tight lips before pulling back quickly. Coach Irwin exhaled in surprise and growled standing up, releasing Angel's wrists and turning to face him. Angel stood up tall, even as the coach towered over him. The bear pushed Angel into the wall, and pinned him there with one hand. With his other he forced the fox's paw to his crotch "is this what you fucking want?" he asked. Angel didn't answer so Irwin pushed him down to his knees and opened his pants quickly, pressing the warm semi against the fox's muzzle. "Lick it." he commanded. Angel smirked, he'd won. He stuck out his tongue and slid it along the thick bear cock before taking it into his muzzle. The bear groaned quietly and pressed his crotch into the Fox's face, pinning him to the wall. After a moment he pulled away and did his pants back up. And turned writing something down. He handed the paper to Angel "be here at nine o clock" he growled, pointing out of his office. Angel picked his bag up and left, still tasting dick in his mouth.
The arctic fox went home, where he lived alone. His rich parents couldn't be bothered to live in one place but Angel said he was tired of transferring schools every few months so they bought him a little apartment he got a monthly allowance to spend on food and such. Anything else he had to pay for. He stripped out if his school clothes and stretched, heading to his bathroom for a shower before his appointment with the coach. He reached for the bar of shampoo and started to slather it into his fur, starting at his calves and working up to his thighs and then his slightly thicker pubic fur. He loved this part of showering; his fur was so soft and silky. He lingered at his sheath for a moment, rubbing it gently before moving on to his belly with a visible 6 pack and then higher to his chest, neck and head. Then he rinsed so he could do his back picking up his scrubby brush for the area's he couldn't reach well. He worked down his back to his waist, there he put the brush down and finished with his hands, Kneading his shapely fox rear slowly before bending over to do the back of his legs.
Once he had finished blow-drying his fur, it practically shimmered in the light. he brushed it out carefully, so it wouldn't frizz out, he never got used to how naturally soft it was; a few times he had contemplated shaving it and making a pillow. He never actually got around to doing that. Then it was time to choose an outfit. He decided to dress simply. The seduction part was done already; all he needed to do at this point was show up. He checked his clock; it showed that it was nearly four. He sat on the couch and turned on his stereo to relax a bit. Not that he was nervous; he was used to this by now. Although this was the first time he had used sex to pass a class; it was not the first time he had used sex for some alternative purpose. That wasn't entirely his fault. His parents were scientists; dermatologists in fact. They developed a formula for shampoo that was really amazing; but it never got approved for testing. So they tested it on him. That was how they found out about the side effects. It dramatically increased the softness and color of his fur; but it also raised his estrogen levels and libido. That wasn't really apparent until he started to look like a girl after a few months of using the shampoo. Then he started smelling like a girl. His father had another "brilliant" idea. Let's use him to strike deals. Long story short; Angel was pimped out by his parents so they could get rich. He got used to getting what he wanted through sex appeal and here we are now. Needless to say; the shampoo was never sold.
Angel jerked awake suddenly. Crap! He checked the clock; 8:27. He hurried to his car and put the address the coach had given him into the GPS. Traffic was, of course, terrible, so he was nearly late. He arrived at 8:55. He gave himself a small look over before knocking on the door. Coach Irwin answered it wearing nothing but a towel. Angel's eyes traveled up and down the well muscled body before him.
"Come on in." the bear said smiling and moving aside. Angel entered the house and the shut behind him. Irwin took a deep breath, the fox's female pheromones washing over him once again. He advanced, pressing Angel to the wall. "Boys have no business smelling this good" he mumbled out, kissing the younger male before pulling him into a bedroom. The towel hit the floor as they passed the threshold of the bedroom, the coach's manhood was already at a stiff and ready 9 inches. Angel caressed the throbbing meat with the back of his hand before stripping down. Irwin wasn't gonna waste time so neither would the fox. Once he was named the bear pushed him to his knees and pressed himself through Angel's lips, bottoming out in his muzzle and dripping pre down his throat.
He humped the fox's face a few times before pulling away and pointing to the bed. "Bend over slut." He growled. Angel shivered a little. No one had ever really spoken to him this way. He kinda liked it. He stood up, brushing his body against the coaches before strutting to the bed. He bent over with his legs spread. The coach rummaged in a drawer for a moment before pulling out a condom and after a few seconds while he put it on, put his tip against the fox's ready entrance
"Hope you're ready to be my personal fuck hole" he said harshly before ramming himself forward. Angel grunted and twisted the light blue bed sheet, tangling his fingers in them. Irwin Pulled back and then slammed forward again, eliciting another grunt from Angel. "Don't muffle it whore; I want to hear how much you love it" he said falling into a steady rhythm; All the way out and then a quick slam to the rim of his sheath. Angel panted but denied the coach the moans he wanted.
"You're gonna have to try harder than that to make me scream baby" the vulpine said between his heavy breaths. Irwin smirked and chuckled at the challenge. It was cute; the boy wanted more. Well I should do as he wishes then the undine thought. He grabbed Angel's hips and sped up, yanking on the fox's hips to force as much of his meat in as possible. The first thrust like that made the teen make a sound that was akin to a bark of surprise. The next one was a loud moan. The coach sped more, the fox's insides squeezing around him as he used him like a living cocksleeve. The harder and faster he went the more appreciative Angel sounded. He bent over the vulpine's back and spoke in his ear
"You like being fucked like this don't you boy?" he smacked Angel's ass smartly
Angel felt a blush creeping through his body. He was embarrassed about it but he was enjoying this. His dick was pressed against the bed and smearing quite a bit of pre around. Each time the coach's cock filled him, pressing his prostate, more pre oozed out of him. He nodded his head in answer and reached down to stroke himself. The coaches thrusts halted and he grabbed Angel's wrist, pulling it away from the fox's meat.
"You don't cum unless I say. And since you didn't ask, you won't be Cumming tonight." Angel whimpered and tried to tug his hand away. He wanted to cum to this. The coach smacked the vulpine ass again, but harder. Angel barked out in pain "I said NO slutbag." Irwin said pulling out and then slamming back in. he started to thrust mercilessly, still holding Angel's wrists.
"C-coach! The-that hurts!" Angel yelped out.
"Good. Next time don't whine about my orders." Irwin said "now beg for me to stop."
"F-fuck!" Angel screamed at the new assault to his rear. It felt like the coach was trying to rip him open. He kinda loved it. Irwin groaned at how tight his new toy was squeezing around him. The little freak was enjoying this. Irwin was dying to know how he would feel without the condom. Maybe next time.
"C-coach! St-stop! Please!" Angel yelped tears starting to form in his eyes.
"I said BEG" Irwin retorted harshly. The fox whimpered again before he began to beg. Irwin groaned as he listened to the teen's pleads, letting his eyes drift closed; as if he were listening to quiet music.
"Please master stop!!"
His eyes snapped open when he heard "master". He pulled out and yanked the pre filled condom off. Then he grabbed the fox, turned him and pushed him to his knees just in time to blow on his face. He moaned loud as Angel's muzzled was blasted with cum.
"Clean me off like a good little girl." Irwin said. Angel blushed again and licked his master's cock clean; knowing that this was not over. "Goooood. Now you've passed gym and now.... Get the fuck outta my house." He shoved the fox's head away roughly and turned around, leaving the room. Angel quickly dressed and left the house. Not daring to wipe off the mess on his face until he was a few blocks away, in a parking lot. He looked down at his crotch where he was still hard. He'd never been so turned on before in his life. His hand traveled down and fondled himself, undoing the zipper button. He pulled his pants down to his knees and turned the car off. His cock was sticky from all the precum. He began to stroke himself rapidly. Thinking about the coach's thick cock, spreading him open. The harsh words; being called a slut. His spare hand rubbed down his thigh and he moaned breathily as a wave of pleasure over took him. "Oohh fuck yes..." he remembered calling out "master." He hadn't even really meant to. But when he did... he knew it was right. His back suddenly arched and his eyes rolled back as ecstasy racked his body. He moaned again loudly as cum spilled out, shooting onto his steering wheel. He fixed his pants and cleaned the steering wheel.
School the next day was going to be interesting