	Before even realizing what she is doing she has entered the classroom next door. Tiptoeing she crosses the empty room, moving between the rows of abandoned seats. Her heart pounds erratically against her ribs. Her paw rests on the handle of the big red door that should lead to the locked room. For a moment she is caught, torn between the should and shouldn't. Curiously pushes her over the edge, her paw and pushes down. A light click betrays the lock opening. Inside the sounds continue, whoever is making them oblivious to her little intrusion. Carefully she pushes the door open to small crack. A thin sliver of light falls inside cutting across her face still hidden in the otherwise darkened classroom. 

	She gasps, clasping her paw in front of her muzzle, fighting back the urge to scream. Nails are digging into the skin of her cheeks. Her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. Clayton is inside, pinned harshly against the table, a large dark figure behind him, strong arms holding him into place. It's Austin. Clay's eyes are squeezed shut, his features contorted into a mask that is trapped between agony and pleasure. Her gaze glides down his bare flesh, following it over every inch of him that half stands, half leans shamelessly against the wood of the desktop. One paw grasps the dark furred arm locked around his chest, holding him close while the other reaches back, trailing along the sides and pushing up the big male's shirt, just to touch a soft inch of skin. The panther's big head is buried in his neck, doing something that makes the lion's whiskers twitch. Wet strands of hair cling to the young feline's face and neck. 

	Clay's pristine white shirt is lying on the filthy floor, accompanied by his loose fitting khakis, forming a trail that lead to his feet where his underwear is lying bundled up together. Austin's strong claws dig into the flesh of the lion's hips as he drags their bodies closer. A rough jab of his hips slams the body in front of him into the table, making the legs scratch across the floor, the sharp edge of the top digging into the feline's hips. A rough cry erupts from Clay's parted lips, his teeth flickering in the artificial light. The sound of heavy breathing has filled the room, occasionally intermingled with the strangled sound that escapes the young feline's throat every time his teacher slams their bodies together, driving them into the table. 

	Wide eyed Cat keeps staring, her mind not yet grasping what she is seeing. What are they doing? Oh my God! The realization cuts through her fogged mind. Mr. D--- is molesting Clay! Her boyfriend was the victim of sexual assault! She has to do something, she has to stop this, this... this is wrong. But beyond this initial thought of action she does not come, instead she merely keeps staring. Her throat is squeezed shut by some unknown force, and she has to try her best to keep breathing. She nearly chokes when she hears her love moaning: "Oh yesss..." Her mind starts to sag, nearly caving in. She bites down hard on the inside of her cheek. "Ahnnn... Teach... please..." He begs. The big paw of their teacher slides down, grasping his leg, nails digging into the flesh of his inner thigh and pulling the legt up and to the side, allowing better access to the lion's taut ass.

	He is like a whore, wanting this. The thought flashes through her mind and she tries desperately to suppress it, but Clay proves her right by moaning loudly as his teacher angles sharply into him. His paw, with those elegant fingers that would dance whenever he spoke intertwine themselves with Austin's dark headfur. The big male pushes his lips against Clay's ear, nuzzling the sweaty strands of hear and whispering something that causes the corners of the young feline's muzzle to arch up in a sweet, seductive, little smile. 

	It doesn't make sense?! It repeats itself over and over in her mind as she watches Clayton being raped, precariously balanced as he is on one leg. The lion is not fighting this... No, on the contrary, the feline is allowing this. His paws are free, but instead of trying to push the older male away, trying to fight him off, trying to do... something, he is pulling him closer. To add insult to injury he bears his throat for the vicious onslaught of teeth, arching his body into the oncoming thrusts.

	Cat's eyes slide lower to where the two bodies are connected, slamming into each other with ever increasing force. Clay's body is making strange jerking movements, over and over again. It slowly starts and then... clicks... He is pushing back, back onto the fat cock, helping his teacher to take him deeper with every aggressive thrust, urging him on with his young, agile body. The big panther speeds up, pistoning harder into his young companion. He obviously knows what he is doing because Clay's face contorts itself into a visage of pure lust. "I.... ahnn... I... can't-" he gasps. "P... please!" But his teacher just smirks into the sweaty manes, pointedly ignoring the cub's pleas, instead leaning down and letting his teeth sink into the taut muscles of the lion's neck, right where the vein pulses harshly against the flesh. Clay's entire body quivers.

	Slowly the entire picture comes into focus: The way the dark red locks of Clay's mane cling to his angelic features, how Austin's thumb indly plays with a perky nipple that peeps out curiously from the lion's blondish, short kept fur, the young feline's cock bobbing happily up and down with every thrust into his waiting body, the smooth balls that snuggle up closer to his hard, tight body. The way he stands on his toes in order to provide the perfect angle for his teacher to enter him, those taunt cheeks that flex every time he forces his own body back against the solid form of the panther that is seeking to impale him. Clay turns his head, looking half back at the other male. Their features twist as both of them smile, foreheads lightly brushing up against each other in a strange sign of affection. 

	The maned head falls back against the panther's shoulder, Clay surrendering to the warm embrace. A long moan escapes his lips while that tongue making his way down his neck again. The warm, powerful grasps around his body, steadies him. The musky smell fills his nostrils, his skin tingly as the panther's hot breath beats against it. The sweat of their bodies lubricates the movement of their bodies against each other.

	Cat stumbles back from the door, fear gripping her heart. For a second, she thought... she knew... she... she felt his gaze upon her. Her heart is beating so hard against her ribcage she's afraid that it will burst out. Her paw still clings the side of the door, with a force of will she pulls herself back up and peers through the narrow gap. Mr D is playfully nips at Clay's ear that flicks excitedly under the stimulation. A soft yelp slips from the lion's muzzle. Lips graze against the shell of his ear. The panther is whispering something. A breathless smile flickers across Clay's features, mimicking the grin plastered upon his teacher's face. Is it about her? Has he told Clay that... that she is there? Do they know she is watching them do this? The big male mutters soft mysteries in his young partner's ear, the cub interrupting him with a desperate: "Please... ahnng... no... I-I can't... I just... can't..." his nails dig into the rock hard muscle of the panther's lower arm. Clay's eyelids flutter opening, the green gems holding a desperate plea. But the big male is unrelenting, whispering yet again in that agitated ear. This time, she can read those lips, spelling out the forbidden message: "Touch yourself." 

	She gawks as Clay's paw slips free from the arm still holding him tight, skimming along his own stomach, reaching down, slowly, between his legs, the elegant fingers wrapping themselves around the majestic cock. His mouth falls open and he lets out a long, deep moan that seems to be drawn from the very depths of his soul. The paw moves, slowly at first, but with every jerk picking up speed until it moves in perfect counter point to the hips that drive the large shaft of the panther into him. The big male lets out a low, rumbling snarl, his fingers digging into the hard flesh of her boyfriend's inner thigh. He forces himself deeper, harder into Clay and the lion throws back his head letting out a desperate cry. His whole lithe body trembles, shaking with the impact. Pearly white teeth seize his ear, tugging at the sensitive appendix, before shooting down to nip at the cub's neck. The lion's claws scratch their teacher's exposed side, the other paw never faltering at its task.

	The young lion can feel the big male adjust his grip, shifting it ever so slightly. A keening cry erupts from his body when Austin slams into him hard enough to lift his whole body of the floor, his body hitting the table so hard it moves another inch or so in the direction of the wall. The cub lets out a sound in desperate passion, his paw almost getting out of rhythm. His entire form shakes with the impact. Stars burst along the inside of his eyelids as he is impaled again, and again, and again, rammed against the hard edge of the table, while he seeks for something to hold onto, failing pathetically.

	Cat stares as that big, dark paw slips down, adjusting the grip it has on the feline's narrow hips. Clay's moans become louder with every thrust. The fingers dancing over the heated swollen flesh between his legs are mesmerising her. The position of the two becomes almost impossible when the lion is driven forward almost over the table, the only thing holding him up is the iron grip of their teacher.

	Clay's chest is heaving desperately, pumping for air that is pushed out with every thrust as he lets out a long and ragged moan. His eyes; squeezed shut. His paw moves frantically over his shaft, doing as he is told, jacking himself of, without any shame or inhibition. With all his might the young feline is clining to his last bit of self-control, yet, irrevocably it is slipping from his grasp, like sand. "I-ahnnn...I can't, please..." he begs. "I..." He can't finish the simple sentence. He tries to slow down his pace, to extend this sweet torture, but he has slipped beyond that line of no-return. His eyes fly open, a harsh, ragged sound choking him, his stomach quivers. His entire naked form starts to shake, thick ropes of white liquid explore from his tip, launching themselves over the table, splattering upon the unyielding surface that is digging into his skin. He cries out again, but it doesn't stop, the force from behind pushing on, forcing on through the tensing of his body. His nails scratch at the darkened flesh, his eyes wide, knowing he is desperately trapped within that iron grasp.

	Cat gets jolted back into her body when she hears Mr. D--- let out a low harsh groan, muffled only by the cub's elegant neck. He grabs the youth tighter, starting to ram viciously into him, ripping a cry from her would be boyfriend's lips. The lion's paw hasn't stopped, it keeps dancing up and down the still hard shaft until, at last a second explosion is torn from him, following the path of the first. The big male lunges down, sinking his teeth sharply into the taut flesh of Clay's neck as he repeatedly drives himself into that lithe form. The body in his arms trembles beyond any control of its owner, tightening around him, with every desperate shove.
 
	If they had had the presence of mind to look up now, they could have seen her. They could have seen the girl that, a fraction later, is pressing herself desperately against the wall of the classroom next door, next to the fire escape that connects the two rooms; the girl in front of whose eyes the image of her teacher driving into her boyfriend over and over again, repeats itself. The door through which she had been spying on them is still ajar and their voices drift through it, reaching her ears, pressed flat against her head in utter terror. "That... ahnn... was amazing..." She tries not to hear it, not her boyfriend, her Clay, her Clayton uttering those words, lying on the table, his own cum smeared against his stomach, the slight rocking of his hips against his lover working the mess deeper into his fur. It is there, however, worming itself into her brain, not allowing itself to be forgotten.
