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“Oh, fuck yes, a sub!” Illyana said upon seeing the chameleon sitting at the desk ordinarily occupied by Mr. Carmichael. “Cover for me, LJ. I’m gonna go hit the little girls’ room and blaze up. See you in English?”
“Aww, but sugah, we can do anythin’ we want,” the young doe complained. “It’ll be good ta just sit around an’ draw whatevah comes ta mind.”
“Fine,” Illyana gave a playful pout, but her amber eyes sparkled with happiness. Since the death of her father a few months earlier, the marijuana had helped with the depression, but she would be completely lost without her girlfriend. “But you owe me some oral once we get back to my place.”
“Deal,” the southern girl giggled, taking the other girl’s paw into her own.
As the two young lovers set up their easels, Mr. Cameron came around to them “Miss Parker, Miss Black, what will you young ladies be working on today?”
“Ah was gonna draw that fruit bowl, Sir,” Melissa Josephine – or ‘Lissa Jo – Parker answered. “Ah wanna try usin’ colored pencils.”
“Very good, Melissa,” Leroy said, turning his attention from one young girl to the other. “Illyana, what about you?”
“I think I’m going to do…” the young raccoon/rabbit mix bit her lower lip for a moment for dramatic effect, “…a portrait of my girlfriend.”
“What?” ‘Lissa Jo blushed, the crimson of her embarrassment showing through her snowy white fur.
“You’ll love it,” she said. “You’ll see.”
“Sounds good,” the chameleon nodded. “I’ll leave you two to work, then.”
As the class went on, ‘Lissa Jo became acutely aware that her girlfriend wasn’t actually painting anything, and was simply sitting in her stool watching her. “What’s tha mattah, Sugah?”
“Nothing,” Illyana said. “I’m just studying your features so I can create the best portrait.”
“Ain’t you just the cutest?” the deer giggled. “Lemme know if Ah can do anythin’ ta help.”
“Actually, you can,” she said, grabbing the girl away from her drawing and dragging her out to the center of the room, next to where Jordan Rikkers and Mastrantonio Prichard were modeling for some other students. Illyana pointed next to the bowl of fruit, and instructed, “Sit here.”
Doing as she was told, ‘Lissa Jo took a seat on the cool, tiled floor of the classroom.
“Close your eyes,” she was told, which she did. She could sense Illyana’s movements, and seconds later could feel the cross-breed’s breath against her muzzle. “Open your mouth.” Her girlfriend’s whimsical behavior had always excited ‘Lissa Jo, never knowing quite what to expect next. While she herself was somewhat shy and geeky, and would have never been one to willingly put herself on display in front of her classmates before, not knowing what Illyana was planning excited her immensely. As her lips parted, she trembled. From fear or lust, or a combination of both, she couldn’t quite tell.
Suddenly, something firm and almost spherical was shoved into her mouth, forcing it wide, and ‘Lissa Jo’s eyes shot open. Just past the tip of her little black nose, she could see the bottom of an apple sticking out from between her lips.
“Uhn-uh,” Illya scolded her. “Eyes closed. I need for you to hold this apple, just like this. Don’t move.” The white deer did as she was told, nodding submissively.
Illyana leaned forward, hooking her paws into the waistband of ‘Lissa Jo’s panties and tugging them off. The white doe’s immature cunny looked amazingly delectable, a small amount of pubic ruff forming above it. Illyana leaned down closer, inhaling her girlfriend's scent. “Damn, LJ - you smell so fucking good - better than the fruit.”
‘Lissa Jo snuck a quick peek at her lover, her mouth lodged full of apple, and waited anxiously. The raccoon/rabbit hybrid very delicately stuck out her tongue and ran it from the bottom of her wet slit to the top. A small amount of her juices leaked out onto the exploring muscle, and Illya savored every bit of the taste. It sent her into frenzy, and she quickly pressed her mouth against ‘Lissa Jo’s pussy, licking it frantically all over with frequent stops at her clit.
The deer girl began to buck wildly all over the tiled floor, her muffled moans lost to the sounds of pleasure coming from around the classroom. Her paws ran up her shirt and rubbed her hard nipples, tweaking them pleasurably with a gasp. Illyana giggled into her girlfriend’s sopping slit but didn't slow. In fact, she increased the speed of her licks, the depth of her tongue’s probes inside the delicate folds, and the frequency with which her clitoris got attention. It was only a few short minutes before the young doe began to orgasm; if not for the piece of fruit lodged between her teeth, her ecstatic cries would have been audible several classrooms away. Illyana didn't let up for one minute; not a drop of the juvenile fem-cum being secreted by the young deer’s spasming, clenching hole went to waste.
As she came down from her first orgasm, her lover stood up and walked around, taking position behind her. Suddenly, Melissa felt her girlfriend shove something long and slightly curved - one of the bananas, she realized - inside her. Each thrust made her cry out weakly, in both pleasure, and to a lesser extent, pain, her eyes closed in rapture. The hybrid girl nipped and licked along her nape and ears as she pumped the fruit obscenely hard and fast into her pulsating pussy. The banana felt bigger than three of Illyana’s fingers; she wasn’t going to last much longer as she barreled toward another climax.
Illyana was far from finished toying with her, though. As she neared a second orgasm, the mischievous crossbreed reached down beneath ‘Lissa Jo’s blonde-dappled rump and stroked her fingers between the quivering cheeks of her bottom. Before the doe knew what was happening, she found herself getting her tailhole penetrated by a slender digit. She gasped as she felt both her girlfriend’s finger and the banana stroking in and out of her, side by side, with just her membrane-thin pussy walls keeping them apart. The enhanced stimulation proved to be too much, sending her over the edge one more time.
Her teeth clamped down tightly, biting a chunk out of her makeshift gag. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, spraying chunks of apple, as her body was rocked by the most powerful orgasm it had ever felt. Her pussy contracted so heavily that Illya couldn't have pulled the banana out if she had wanted too. Instead, she opted to hold it there, lodged as deep inside her twitching tunnel as it could go. Her girlfriend’s finger danced on her clit mercilessly as she came, causing the orgasm to wash over into a third, and then a fourth, seeming like it would never end.
Gradually, the throes of passion subsided and the weary girl managed to hold a paw up to Illyana, begging her to stop. She barely noticed when the smaller girl released her grip on the phallic fruit and turned her head to give her a kiss. It seemed like an hour before she finally caught her breath but it was actually only five minutes. Looking at her girlfriend through half-lidded eyes, she saw a huge grin and matched it a shaky one of her own.
“Ah... never thought... you would evah beat... that orgasm... from mah last birthday,” the young deer managed to gasp out between breaths. Her body was flush with the afterglow of her pleasure and exhaustion was quickly creeping up on her. She shuddered as she felt the finger getting pulled from her anus.
“Thanks! I guess I’ll have to think of something even bigger for Christmas, huh?” Illyana teased, licking her paws and lips clean of the pungent juices from cervine lover’s pussy. All ‘Lissa Jo could manage was a weak nod in response.
Leroy’s gaze alternated back and forth between the two pre-teens, covered in sweat and fem-cum, panting on the classroom floor, and their workstations. Melissa had made a passable effort, having at least sketched out the shapes of the fruit and the bowl. Illyana’s paper, however, was still completely blank.
“Miss Black,” he said sternly, “while I appreciate your… efforts… I’m afraid that class is nearly over and your paper is empty. I’m going to have to give you an ‘F’ for today’s assignment.”
With a devilish, know-it-all smirk that both excited and frightened the exhausted doe, Illyana leaned over and fumbled around in her backpack for a moment. Seconds later, she sat back up, holding her cell phone out for the substitute to see. The raccoon/rabbit hybrid took position between her girlfriend’s ankles and swiped her finger deftly across the screen a couple of times.
“Hold that pose, gorgeous,” she said, before snapping a photo of the white deer’s well-worn cunny, the banana still sticking out from between her pink, puffy lips. The bitten-into apple was in the picture as well, the exposed white insides resting in a pool of the pre-teen’s female ejaculate. “Photography counts as art. Right, Mr. Cameron?” She rose up to her footpaws and walked over, showing her photo to the teacher.
“I do believe it does, Illyana. Well done! A-plus,” he said lasciviously, forwarding the picture to his own phone. “I do believe you have a future doing this, if it’s something you’d be interested in.”
“Hmm, maybe,” the hybrid girl looked down at the deer sprawled out on the floor. “What did you think, LJ? I told you you’d love it!”