My name is Chuwap, and I love Rapid River High!


I’m only just a freshman, you might think that’s way way too soon to be so proud of your school, but listen! Rapid River has a full Jr IT program, Pottery, Music, a greenhouse for Ag, it has it all. And it’s one of the first schools to allow mixed species. A beaver like me can make friends and be on projects together with wolves and alligators, how cool is that?!


I admit I’m not the most athletic guy. A bit soft, but the school paper is my pride and joy. The staff says I took the school paper project from a tax break to something that makes real money. It’s actually competing with the town’s little nickel monthly. With journalism and pride in mind, some of the adults think I’m just a bit... nosey. Busy Beaver and all that.


They’re not wrong. But there’s one story that’s staying here in my diary and not going into the paper. I’m a little bummed about it, naturally. I was working on this story for weeks. It started when I noticed the school wasn’t totally empty on saturdays. See, On the weekend, only the groundskeeper should be at school. Sometimes skaters pop by or sports clubs will use the fields, but that’s day stuff. I mean, out of my bedroom window all intot he night, I could see cars drive into the parking lot. Someone went in, they came out a half hour or so later and drove off. Lights never came on in the school either.


That’s right! I live pretty much across the park from the school. I grew up watching the school all my life. So that’s how I knew this was a little odd. Some of the cars weren’t even from in town, I sware people came off the highway to stop by the school. I started staking out. Making notes.


The big fear was that my school was turning into a drug dealership. Once that starts, It’s all downhill for a school. Statistically, I mean. We did recently get a new groundskeeper too. A quiet goat. I won’t write his name in case someone finds my diary. He was always diligent during school hours, I only ever saw him busy. Our bathrooms are always clean, the cafeteria is always safe, He even knows electrical work I think. Always seemed happy about it too, Like, his tail was never flat or tucked, That thing was always flagging away.


Watching someone’s tail. Yeah, I probably sound like a pervert. I wouldn’t think of myself like that before, but maybe I am? At the time I didn’t think of our janitor as cute, but he IS actually cute. He has a sort of bounce to the way he moves. No one notices, but I did.


Even then I had trouble believing he might have been doing something illicit at our school. It was hard to argue with the evidence though. I’d recorded a lot of license plate numbers, I was going to report this all to our town’s one police officer before doing a story on it. I was.. Maybe a little motivated by the idea of being a kid hero right? But I knew I couldn’t just up and accuse. I needed to see the actual drugs. So this night, This night was when I was going to do it. I had my phone, A hoodie, Sweatpants, I tucked my big slapper of a tail up into the hoody and snuck out.


It was really scary. Probably the most scared I’ve been all my life, and I’ve been tackled by a buffalo at PE! I hid near the door I saw people going into, heart beating, just waiting. Waiting. Waiting.


This was the worst part of the whole night. The phone said I was only there for 20 minutes or something, but the whole time I was expecting the jannie or one of his clients to catch me or something. Someone did come though, just as I was expecting. Lights out as he came into the lot, out of the car, Some thick-tailed guy in a hoody- I couldn’t see his face. As he came up, he waitied in front of the doors. I heard a click, and the hooded figure slipped right in.

Three. Two. NOW. When I thought he was well ahead already, I lept for the door and slipped in before it locked behind.


That otter never knew he was being tailed by the school’s ace reporter. I know this school like the points of my chompers, and our guest was clearly lost. I followed him though halls, across the cafeteria, all the way to electrical where our groundskeeper goat opened the door and ushered him inside. I gave it a few moments and approached, phone ready to record.

This was it. The first real adult crime I’d ever solve. Past these doors was going to be coke and crack and maybe even a weed or two. Maybe guns! I wanted to run. I felt a sqweeze, just behind my stomach, some little terror, a voice saying it wasn’t too late to dash out and forget about it all.

But I love my school. I had to protect it. That’s what I thought as I quietly pulled the handle and slid inside, quiet as can be.

Turns out I didn’t need to be quiet at all. Between the hum of fans and computer equipment and the groaning, bleating and moaning, and those wet, sloppy slapping sounds I will never forget in my life, They were already making a lot of noise. There were no drugs, there were no guns.

I saw sweatpants around the ankles of this rudder-hopped otter, I could clearly, clearly see his weiner just plowing right up that goat’s pooper, I could see clear stoff dropping off the goat’s heavy swinging balls. I twas so juicy, so noisy. I didn’t know what to think at all at first. Look... I’m not naive or anything. I have internet, I just.. Never thought of it too much until now. I couldn’t stop looking though, I had a clear view beside the server rack, and each juicy smack just got my going harder and harder myself. 

Smack. PLAP Splat, I knew the goat’s hole had to be a sloppy mess of.. Something! It looked so slippery. The otter’s tail twitched, and I saw him freeze up, pausing with his willy as far up the goat as he could be, This gurgling chirr of a groan erupting from the otter. The otter stepped back, his weiner looked  so sloppy, slimy, and the most embarrassing noise came from that goat’s ass as a white creamy foam burbled right out of his butt hole! The otter didn’t have a dirty willy for long, our janitor quickly turned right around and slurped it right into his mouth!

EW! It was just up his butt, too! But he slurped it clean like he was licking the powder off a lik-m-aid stick. And even after cleaning his dirty pecker, He stood and they smooched. Like really hard core mom-and-dad kind of smooching with tongue and everything. The otter pulled up his sweats and just like that he was out of there. Our guest never ever spotted me or knew I was there.

The Janitor though, He’s got those goat’s eyes right? With the long bar? Apparently, he sees just about everything, cuz when he couldn’t hear the otter’s claws clicking on the tile anymore, He called out right to the server racks I was hiding behind. “Hay! You’re from Craigslist too right? You ain’t gotta wait your turn next time you know. Come on out and shove it right in!” Shove it in?

I looked down at my sweats. I’ve never been so unbelievably hard in my life. Clear stuff was already making it look like I pissed my pants. The goat was already braced on his break table, legs spread out, tail so high you’d thing he was a doe in heat. Jizz just oozed from his freshly humped butthole.

Was it wrong to have just... gone for it? That’s exactly what I did. I left my sweatpants there and took our jannie’s hips, lowered him a bit and just slid my ready dick right in there.

Dick! This is the first time writing that word, haha. But this is the right place to say it now right? I shoved my dick right up our Janitor’s sloppy asshole! All five inches. I probably wasn’t as long as that otter, but I know I was thicker. When I pushed in it, I could feel the otter’s slime just squish and sqweeze all around my dick, A lot of it splurted out around my balls too. It was so hot, and so warm. I couldn’t help it, I didn’t even get to humping, I just shot right there. I probably only sqirted a few times like a normal dude but it just felt like I was dumping spunk into him, like gallons and gallons!

I was embarrassed to have shot so fast, so quick, cuz the otter was at it for 8 minutes. I have the video. But the groundskeeper was so cool. He didn’t know I was a student yet, but there wasn’t any judgement in his voice. “Oh, a quick cummer huh? First time doing sloppy thirds? That’s alright, It still feels great!” I stepped back, and I got to see the creamy mixed load push back out of his puffy asshole with this really raunchy sounding SPPPLLLUORCH kind of sound. He went to turn and clean me up

That’s when our groundkeeper recognized me. He was shocked. I saw this moment of terror on his face, I even saw his long slender shaft start to droop. But he put my sloppy weiner on his tongue anyway. I gave him another squirt when he licked it, and he asked me, “You’re that hard working lil Chuwap guy right? From the paper? You’re not about to make me front page news are you?” I know he was trying to persuade, almost beg. Maybe it’s easier to beg when you have a mouth full of dirty butt spunk?

But he didn’t have to beg or persuade me. I think the moment I saw our jannie’s ass, I already decided I wasn’t gunna say anything. I don’t know why. I think some adults would say banging in the school would be wrong. But it felt like it would be more wrong. Like way way more wrong, wrong to my heart, and wrong to my soul, to snitch on something like this. I didn’t tell him in so many words, I just said, “No sir! I won’t tell anyone ever. This stays a secret! I just.. I just thought you were uhm.. Dealing. Does that taste good? Uh, my w, weiner?”

“-Dick.” he insisted I call it.

“It was just in your butthole, That isn’t gross?” He beckoned me down to kiss him and find out. That was my first kiss, too. I wasn’t sure how to do it, Like, I opened my mouth, and pushed my tongue out, but he’s a good teacher. I guess it’s mostly about feeling lips. Like, snuggling with the mouth? Or something? It was slippery, and it was slimy, and I could taste it to. Goat ass, and dick slime. My cum, the otter’s whoever was the 3rd, I could taste it all. It was like.. Salty, well chewed straw? Smelly. Like how a couch smells after binge watching, not gross or repulsive, but not at all clean. I liked it. It was weird and gross and I liked it.

His lips slipped off mine, I felt his spooge breath all over my neck, into my hoodie, and he grinned so wide. “I have another few adults comming by tonight, so you should sneak out okay sweetie?” Not even my mom calls me sweetie! I liked it. “Don’t want either of us to get in trouble.” After being winked at, I gathered my sweatpants up and went back out the way I came.


So... I guess I’m gay? I like girls too though I think. I dunno. I’m still figuring it out. I’m holding a note from the jannie though to meet him tuesday during my study hall time. And... I think I’m going to do it. There’s a lot more this school can teach me then just science and history.

My name is Chuwap, and I love Rapid River High!