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Old art is old, but at least I know the girl's names now! I just discovered I hadn't lost the coloration earlier yesterday, and decided to post it.
You can find the Red pencil and ink version here: https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=112913
Remember students, being sexually aggressive towards teachers is encouraged
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Heather (the bunny getting molested) - age 26
Natalie (the black haired Mouse girl) - age 16
Shea (the spotted fawn with the nice ass) - age 14
Erin (the bunny girl in the mirror) - age 13 *
*She is not what she appears, but that's another story *
Heather is the teacher at St. Pervals, a rather exclusive finishing school for the religious minded. St. Pervals is an all girl school. St. Pervals has caused more than one girl to try the forbidden fruit of BiSexuality...
Heather had been teaching ettiquette and ballet for some time. It was the view of the school that grace of body and attitude were synonymous. She was an able teacher who had patience and understanding for her students.
Heather, like all good people, had a secret. She and the Female Cat art teacher had started having a rather unprofessional realtionship in the back of the school's art studio. She didn't really know how it happened...if it was the silly jokes they shared, or the things they talked about ... all she knew is that she ended up exploring the inside of Miss Lillets blouse with her face while paint brush handles were being used to do very unartistic, but pleasurable things to her
She had had a very distracted day so far ... she had been horribly horny since her "teachers conference" with Miss Lillet had been interrupted by a young bunnygirl who had gotten lost in the hallways. She was barely even paying attention as her students used the bar in front of the mirrored wall. Her mind hummed along to the familiar music as the dance routine played itself. She found herself wondering what color lingerie the art teacher would be wearing before she was brought abruptly out of her dirty fantasy by the ringing of the school bell.
"About time" she muttered to herself as she clapped her hands and called the girls to the front of the class. "Good work today girls. I expect you to practice your steps once more tonight when you get back to the dorms. If anyone wants to use the dance bar tonight, please let me know before you leave the class!"
A mixed bunch of female students rushed past her out the door to their next class. As the last girl left (a tall foxgirl having trouble getting out of her ballet slippers), she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, no students were trying to be overachievers today. She had the whole afternoon to herself ... and a certain kitty ...
"I wonder if she'd like to try it on the matts in here..." she quietly mused to herself...
"Excuse me, Ms?" The unexpected words almost made her jump out of her skin. She spun around to find three students standing behind her. "WHa? *cough* I mean ... what are you girls still doing here?" she stammered.
"Well, we wanted to get permission to use the room after school" a cute, redheaded bunnygirl replied. She was standing in the middle of the three. A raven haired mousegirl with a large bow on her tail stood to her right, playing with her ballet slipper's laces. On the other side stood a shorter deergirl ... her bangs almost covered her eyes, shifting from leg to let like she was too full of energy to stand still.
"SHIT!" She thought ... there goes her little kitty treat ...
"All right girls ..." She could almost feel her pussy pout at the prospect of a sexless afternoon "Be here at 3 sharp".
... Later that day ...
Heather had redressed. She had traded her professional suit for a skirt and silk top. Ms. Lillet had stopped in to see how she was doing. The art teacher took a seat on the edge of Heather's desk, and spread her knees far enough apart that heather could clearly see Ms. Lillet had decided to remove her troublesome panties. "Ahh!" Was all Heather managed to gasp before the art teacher bounced off her desk and wiggled her way out the door. Heather couldn't wait. As soon as these students were finished, her aching pussy would finally feel the warm, bumpy tongue it so desprately needed.
The girls knocked on the door at 2:58 and were let in.
Heather knew something was amiss with the girls. All three were blushing deeply, and looking at each other sheepishly as they filed into the room. All three of them put down their backpacks and started pulling out their shoes and ballet outfits.
"Wait a second...why are their leotards in their bags?" Heather's mind realized what was about to happen just as the fawn began to unbutton her blouse. "OH SHIT ... NO! They can't change in here!" Heather's mind screamed as she watched the deergirl look up at her and smile. She had to say something, but her mouth wouldn't open ... she just stood there ...
The fawn's cheeks had gone a brillient shade of red as she pulled her shirt off and reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. The mousette had decided to start with her jeans, and was just pulling her underwear off as Heather's eyes moved to her. Heather felt a twinge between her legs as she watched ... "No, I can't..." but she couldn't help it ...
The bunny girl had actually turned around and bent over to step out of her panties. Heather watched as everything between the young bunny's legs were revealed to her. Her small white tail puffed out just above a cute little pink butthole ... the girl's pussy was flushed with a warm rose blush. The bunnygirl looked up at heather from between her legs and giggled.
That was it. Heather's pussy gushed, and she started to feel a wet trickle running down the inside of her thighs. Her face burned with shame as embarassment gave her her mobility back. Squeezing her legs together and quickly rushing back to her desk, she sat down in her chair. "What the hell is going on?!" she thought "This is a trap! These girls aren't here for ballet practice!" She turned around in her chair to find all three girls, completely naked, standing around her desk.
"My name is Natalie" The mousegirl spoke first. "I know..." Heather trailed off, her eyes drawn down to the naked teen's breasts. "I didn't think you knew ... you never call anyone by name in class."
"I..." Heather's words lost themselves again as the Fawn spoke up "I'm Shea *she blushed a little* ... just in case you didn't know". "And I'm Erin ..." The red headed bunny finished.
"What are you girls doing?" Heather whispered, not sure what to do at this point, and having trouble not staring at the young, unclothed bodies in front of her. "We want you to teach us ..." Erin chimed. She stepped around the desk and gently put a hand on her teacher's breast - Heather gasped. "About sex ... with girls" Shea finished. "We saw you and the art teacher" Natalie giggled, her hands going up to cover her mouth as she laughed. "You're so pretty" Erin said softly into Heather's ear. Erin squeezed Heather's breast in her hand and motioned for the other girls. "Wait" Heather tried to say ... but it was far too late. Erin's hands were gently squeezing and massaging her tits as she felt a hand reach between her knees. Her legs parted without her bidding, and Natalie's paw found it's way between her legs. The mousette's fingers stroked over the wet spot she had made in her panties ... she felt increadibly warm as her pussy responded to the soft caressing, feeling fingers pressing against her swollen lips ... the dark haired girls fingers finally found the edge of Heather's panties, and slipped her hand inside them ... Heather's eyes opened wide as she felt the girls fingers work themselves past her lips and into the warm wet tunnel of her sex. Her pussy sucked at Natalie's fingers as she massaged Heather's insides. Heather cried out in pleasure. Shea took Heather's face in her hands and kissed her deeply, her tongue exploring the older woman's mouth. Heather's moans were stifled into the young deer's kiss as she continued to be molested by the other two. Heather's pussy clamped down onto Natalie's exploring fingers as she started to cum. The teacher's hand reached out to rub Shea's virgin mound as her hips worked against the invading fingers. Heather felt her legs go weak as the throbbing contractions from between her legs overtook her senses. Her world became hot, clenching pleasure as she squirted her vaginal essence onto Natalie's palm.
The last thing she remembered was a set of soft lips on her cheek, and Erin's soft voice simply stating "Ms. Heather...We Love you".
Heather woke up some hours later, laying in the back of the art room. A very worried Ms. Lillet looking down on her. "Heather, what happened to you? I found you passed out at your desk!"
Heather sat up, and realized that she had been changed back into her work clothes. "Karen?" Heather asked Ms. Lillet "Do you call your students by name?
...end...
If you want to draw any of the girls pictured here or in the story, I give blanket permission. The only rules I have are #1: No Vore, #2: Dont draw the girls older, and #3: Give me a link so I can see what you did!
I wanted to say some other stuff, but it's 5am ... so, goodnight, and sweet dreams.