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I've been waiting ages to post this, until I could get the art done for it. The story has been ready since last year! This is the very first thing I've written (well since like, school) and I'm quite proud of it!\n\nJust a few comments! Both the story and the art are by me.\n\nNo, this isn't cannon. I don't write or draw 'cannon' stuff for my characters, I feel like that kinda stifles creativity. Especially since I like drawing and writing off the wall stuff. I mean, the story is a tad unbelievable! And also, I'm a bit hesitant to say that my character went to a crazy school like this.\n\nThe art for this was sketched MONTHS ago, and I liked the sketch well enough (especially since I've been waiting ages to finish it) that I didn't do a lot of fixing. Things are weird sizes, prolly not my best work lol. But it gets the job done!\n\nAnd the obligatory no, this is not real. Entirely fictional. There are no eevees and magical anthro horses. Chill.\n\nBig, BIG thanks to my mate @Telain for assisting me in editing, and helping me figure out how to end it when I wrote myself into a bit of a corner! He's a writer too, and has written a bunch of stuff! You should go check his work out!\n\nAnd a huge amount of thanks to those who take the time to read it! I really appreciate it, and I'd [b]love[/b] to hear your feedback. I'm not really a writer, or at least I haven't written anything before. I don't know if I'll continue with the story or not, the rest of the ideas I had feel silly now, and the subject matter comes close to making me a tiny bit uncomfortable at times. So I dunno. I love this story though. So lewd XD ;3\n\nI hope you all enjoy! ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Okay you guys! I've been waiting ages to post this, until I could get the art done for it. The story has been ready since last year! This is the very first thing I've written (well since like, school) and I'm quite proud of it!

Just a few comments! Both the story and the art are by me.

No, this isn't cannon. I don't write or draw 'cannon' stuff for my characters, I feel like that kinda stifles creativity. Especially since I like drawing and writing off the wall stuff. I mean, the story is a tad unbelievable! And also, I'm a bit hesitant to say that my character went to a crazy school like this.

The art for this was sketched MONTHS ago, and I liked the sketch well enough (especially since I've been waiting ages to finish it) that I didn't do a lot of fixing. Things are weird sizes, prolly not my best work lol. But it gets the job done!

And the obligatory no, this is not real. Entirely fictional. There are no eevees and magical anthro horses. Chill.

Big, BIG thanks to my mate \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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for assisting me in editing, and helping me figure out how to end it when I wrote myself into a bit of a corner! He's a writer too, and has written a bunch of stuff! You should go check his work out!

And a huge amount of thanks to those who take the time to read it! I really appreciate it, and I'd love to hear your feedback. I'm not really a writer, or at least I haven't written anything before. I don't know if I'll continue with the story or not, the rest of the ideas I had feel silly now, and the subject matter comes close to making me a tiny bit uncomfortable at times. So I dunno. I love this story though. So lewd XD ;3

I hope you all enjoy! ", "writing": "[center][u]The Principal’s Office[/u][/center]\n\n\nTahla fidgeted in her chair, dragging her pencil idly back along the lines she scrawled to the side of her essay. She [i]liked[/i] writing, she really did! But the principal’s “Improve Your School” contest was [i]boring[/i]. She wanted to write stories about dragons, and knights, and mean space monsters during her literature class, not prompts like ‘How would you improve your school?’. How lame was that?\n\nShe sighed softly, continuing her drawing. She hadn’t really tried very hard on her essay. There was a pizza discount pass on the line if her’s was chosen by the principal, and she did like pizza… But with such a lame prompt it just didn’t interest her enough. 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She ducked her head and feigned writing again until Mr. Franklin’s quiet murmurs started up again. \n\nShe chanced a quick peek up again. Mr. Franklin was still bent over Jackson’s desk, pointing at the boys paper and speaking quietly to the boy. She grinned to herself; Jackson was awful at writing, so her teacher was definitely going to be occupied for a while. Happy she sat at the back of the classroom, she started doodling across the side of the last page of the her essay even more furiously. Before long a dragon was gracing the side of the page, followed by a duck that didn’t quite turn out right. She glowered at the page, trying to think of something more to draw, then started working on a horse. Tahla loved horses, and she’d drawn them quite a lot. She’d even googled them and looked at all sorts of pictures, including a lot of pictures she was quite certain she wasn’t supposed to see!\n\nShe hunched further over her desk, blushing slightly as she remembered the things she seen on her screen. Her toys certainly didn’t do them justice! The bits hanging between a horse’s legs were much bigger than she’d imagined. Her own privates tingled with the thought, and she was doubly glad she sat at the back of the class. Lost in her daydreams, she doodled on, making her horse rather well endowed. Before she knew it she’d drawn a lewdly large penis sticking out from between the horse’s legs, with a massive pair of balls visible behind it’s legs. She traced it’s lines a few times with her pencil, pleased with herself and her naughty drawing.\n\nSuddenly the harsh ringing of the school bell startled her out of her daydream. [i]Oh my god,[/i] she thought, [i]I just drew a horse cock on my essay![/i] Hissing to herself in horror she flipped her pencil over and started furiously trying to erase the drawing, but the cheap rubbery eraser wasn’t helping much at all! The graphite was just smearing across the page no matter how much she tried. “Tahla,” Mr. Franklin called. The eevee girl looked up, eyes wide. “Class is over, so time’s up on the essay. It’s alright if you didn’t quite finish, but go ahead and pack up and turn it in.” Most of the students were filing between their desks and Mr. Franklin’s, shuffling papers, zipping backpacks, and chattering. Even Mr. Franklin was straightening his own desk up for the day, setting his bag atop it and starting to fill it with books and paperwork. Tahla whined quietly, ears flat as she scrubbed at the page with the back of the pencil.\n\n“Now, young lady.” Her teacher eyed her over his glasses, the last of the students shuffling out the door, chattering happily now that school was over for the day. “Just… just one last thing!” Tahla squeaked. She hastily flipped her pencil over and scrawled across the drawing, trying to obscure it enough without drawing even more attention to it. [i]I am so screwed, oh my god.[/i] Mr. Franklin cleared his throat. “O- Okay!” She called out, standing up and flipping the pages around. “All finished!” She hastily shoved her books and pencils into her bag, trying not to let her mounting horror show, and shuffled up to her teachers desk.\n\n“You’re lucky you’re my favorite student,” Mr. Franklin said with a friendly smile. “You’re technically cheating on the essay competition by going over time.” Tahla gave a shy smile as she stapled her pages together, and handed them over. “Thanks Mr. Franklin, I’m sorry I wasn’t finished.” \n\n“Oh, I’m just kidding Tahla, it’s no big deal.” He took the stack of papers and tapped them against the desk a few times, straightening them into a neat pile. “Between us, I don’t envy the principal having to read all of these. Boring stuff, right?” He leaned in just a bit. “I’ll bet he just skims them.” he said with a chuckle. Tahla grinned at him, feeling slightly relieved. “Now go on home. I’ve got to drop these by the principal’s office on my way out.”\n\nThe eevee girl nodded. “See you on Monday, Mr. Franklin!” She shouldered her backpack and headed out the door. The halls were half empty by now, most of the other kids having rushed to escape the school for the weekend. Tahla wasn’t quite as thrilled. [i] I can’t believe I did that. Did I erase it enough? Surely I did. Then I scribbled on it… I don’t think you can tell what it is… [/i]She pushed open the school’s front door, striding outside into the crisp afternoon air, walking past the school buses lined up outside and turning down the sidewalk. She stopped in her tracks as a realization dawned on her.\n\n“[i]Oooooh no[/i].” she whined, clutching her face in both paws. “[i]Why didn’t I just [b]take the last page???[/b][/i]”\n\n[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]\n\nTahla jerked awake, paw flying out from the depths of her heaped blankets to turn off the beeping alarm. She hated mornings, they were the worst! She squirmed in bed, rolling onto her back and stretching. [i]Well, not everything about mornings is bad… [/i]\n\nThe little eevee girl eyed her door, making sure it was still shut, then let a paw snake it’s way into her pajama bottoms. At least first thing in the morning her dreams were still vivid in her mind. She let a finger slip between her folds, still slick with her own juices, as she remembered the naughty things she’d dreamed. The feeling of her brother’s member pushing into her… His cock stretching her wide, body holding her down. She imagined being tied up, unable to move, and the thought made her more excited, though she wasn’t sure if it was actually in the dream. She dipped a finger into her pussy, first just the one, then a second and a third, slowly pumping in and out.\n\nJust as she was wondering lazily whether she had time to safely dig a toy from her secret stash, a sharp knock sounded from her door. “Tahla, sweetie, are you up yet?” Tahla groaned.[i] Well, there goes that… [/i]\n\n“Yeah mom, I’ll be down in a bit!” she called out, giving her little clitty one wistful flick of a finger before sliding her paw back out of her bottoms. She slid her feet out of the covers and onto the chilly carpet. [i]Duty calls…. [/i]She thought to herself, hopping up to get ready for school.\n\nTail flicking back and forth, jingling the bell on her tail-bow, Tahla trotted into the kitchen, setting her backpack by the door and sitting at the table with her brother.\n\n“Cutting it kinda close, sis. Bed too comfy this morning?” He asked her, grinning knowingly over his plate off eggs and toast. Tahla stuck her tongue out at him. \n\n“Now now, you too. Not first thing in the morning.” The twins mother swept to the side of the table, setting a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of her daughter. “You better eat quick Tahla, you don’t want to be late for school. Aren’t they announcing the winner of the essay contest from last week? Maybe you’ll get that pizza pass.” Tahla choked on her bite of eggs, swallowing hard, eyes wide. [i]Oh no, I forgot all about that stupid essay and that stupid, stupid drawing![/i] Telain raised an eyebrow at her over his toast.\n\nTahla kicked him under the table.\n\n[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]\n\nTahla tossed her bag into her locker, fishing her math book and trapper out . W[i]ell, no one from the school called my parents this weekend. So it’s probably fine, right? I mean… I scribbled it out AND erased it. No way they’ll be able to see what it was… [/i]She huffed at herself. Why did she have to draw something like that on her school work??\n\nShe brushed a paw through her fluff, straightening it in the magnetic mirror that hung from her locker door, then pushed it closed. Time for class, no use worrying right now! [i]Besides, I bet people draw stupid stuff all the time. All I really need to worry about is embarrassment right? [/i]\n\n“Alright kiddos, good morning, now let’s get started, we’ve got a lot of work to do.” Tahla’s wolfish math teacher swept into the room, setting his bag on the desk and pulling out a stack of papers. “I’ve got your homework assignments from last week right here, and there’s a couple things I think we should go over again before we move on.” The entire class groaned softly, and began passing their graded papers back.\n\nA knock from the door caught everyone’s attention. “Mr. Rogers?” One of the student office assistants stood at the doorway, proclaimed as such by her gold and blue sash.. “I’ve got a note here from the principal.” Mr. Rogers turned and looked. “Oh, ah yes. Give it here.” He took the note and unfolded it as the girl from the office bid him good morning and headed off. The wolf scratched his chin as his eyes skimmed the note. “Hmm, Ah, Tahla? I’m afraid you’ll have to miss out on the review. The principal wants to see you in his office right away.”\n\nTahla ears dropped back, and her eyes widened in terror, as murmurs burst out around her. “Tahla, that’s great! I bet you won the essay contest!” Elizabeth, the otter girl who sat next to her, exclaimed. Tahla gave her a halfhearted smile as she packed her things. \n\n“I’m sure that’s all it is, Tahla, no need to look so worried!” Mr. Rogers chuckled as he saw her out the door. “I can’t imagine [i]you’ve[/i] managed to get yourself into trouble. Now then class, let’s turn our books to page…” The wolf’s words were cut to a dull murmur as the door closed behind her.\n\nTrying not to worry too much, Tahla followed the assistant towards the front of the building, where all the school administration and main office were. [i]Maybe Lizzy is right?[/i] She thought. [i]I bet I won that stupid essay.[/i][i] I am a pretty good writer after all. [/i]She walked past the large glass windows that fronted the main office, and pushed the door open, waving hello to Mrs. Tolman before hopping into one of the chairs to wait. The friendly, slender woman smiled at her, a phone pressed to her ear, both hands typing away at the keyboard in front of her. She finished her call a few moments later, hanging up the phone and turning towards the nervous eevee fidgeting in the chair. “Alright, now, you were here to see Principal Sheffield right?” \n\n“Uhm, yeah,” Tahla said nervously. She slid off the chair with her books as Mrs. Tolman motioned her to follow down a short hall to a large dark wooden door with a brass nameplate on it reading ‘PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE’ in large, stately letters. She smiled down at the girl, then knocked a few times. “Come in.” A deep voice called, and Mrs. Tolman turned the handle and pushed the door open. “Tahla’s here to see you, Mr. Sheffield.”\n\nPrincipal Sheffield smiled from behind his desk, standing up from his seat and coming around as the woman ushered Tahla into the room. Robert Sheffield was a large, somewhat imposing draft horse, dappled grey, with a white muzzle and dark grey mane. The green sweater vest he was wearing couldn’t do much to soften his imposing stature, but his voice was friendly. “Oh yes, Tahla, our essay winner! That’ll be all Mrs. Tolman, thank you. I’ll be speaking with this student for a bit, can you hold my calls for a while? Shouldn’t be too long, I don’t think.” He walked to the door, placing a heavy hand on Tahla’s shoulder. \n\n“Of course!” Mrs. Tolman gave Tahla a beaming smile. “Congratulations on winning the contest, I’m sure you’re excited for that pizza pass!” She patted Tahla’s other shoulder before turning and leaving, softly pulling the door closed behind her. \n\nMr. Sheffield squeezed her shoulder once reassuringly, then walked back to his desk. “Please, have a seat. You can set your books down anywhere.” He pulled back his leather seat, sat in it and rolled back up to his desk. “Well then, congratulations on winning the essay contest.” He said with a smile, as the eevee girl hopped up into one of the upholstered seats in front of the desk, and set her books in the other. She guessed they must have been for parents who had to come down here. “Tacos for every school lunch, that definitely would be an improvement.”\n\nTahla grinned sheepishly. “So… you liked it then?” Mr. Sheffield nodded sagely. “It was quite well written, I was actually pleasantly surprised. Your grasp of grammar and vocabulary skills are quite impressive for your age, I’m wondering if you shouldn’t be in accelerated English.”\n\nTahla sighed to herself. “Oh, good.” she breathed. Mr. Sheffield cocked his head. “I mean, uhm, so I win the pizza pass then? That’s all you wanted?” \n\nMr. Sheffield smiled again. “Oh yes, you definitely won the pizza pass. And we’ll need to snap a photo of you later for the school newspaper. However, that’s not what I called you in to talk about this morning.” \n\nTahla’s stomach dropped, as the horse leaned over, tugging open one of the drawers on his desk and pulling her essay from it, already turned to the last page. “I actually wanted to speak with you about this.” He set the stapled papers down on the desk, sliding it across the wooden surface in front of the eevee, the offending drawing not nearly as erased and scribbled over as she’d hoped.\n\n“I, uhm… I can… explain?” Tahla mumbled, head ducked in embarrassment, avoiding the principal’s eyes. Her ears were drooped in shame. \n\nMr. Sheffield gave a soft chuckle. “Well, while I’m sure that would be interesting to hear, there’s really no need.” Tahla’s ears perked a bit and she hesitantly raised her head slightly. “Kids your age are always curious about these sorts of things, you’d be surprised the sorts of thing we find going on. I’m sure both you and your brother can attest to that.” The eevee girl gave a shocked squeak, sitting straight up in her chair, but Mr. Sheffield raised both hands. “Now, now, relax!” Tahla squirmed in her seat, cheeks blazing. “Half the students are sneaking off for a little bit of fun between classes, there’s even a few other siblings. Though I will say that the janitor’s closet is maybe a bit cliche…”\n\nMemories of the dark closet flooder her mind. Her brother panting as he stood over her, pumping his eevee peen into her mouth. Mr. Sheffield continued talking while she was lost in her reveries. “Half the teachers know about it, but only the ones who know what to look out for.” The horse leaned back in his chair and brushed the stray strands of his mane behind an ear.\n\nTahla wasn’t really sure what to make of this information. The teachers knew? Other kids at the school were playing too? Cocking an ear to the side, she chewed on a knuckle for a moment as she thought. “So… you’re not… mad? I’m not in trouble?” \n\nMr. Sheffield chuckled softly, clasping his hands on the desk in front of him. “No, you’re not in trouble. Though maybe refrain from drawing penises on your schoolwork in the future?” He slid the essay across the desk, and Tahla scooped it up and hastily crammed it into her bag. There was an odd moment of silence as she zipped her bag shut. \n\nThe little eevee shuffled uncomfortably in the seat, “So, was that all you needed?”\n\n“Well, there was one more thing.” Mr. Sheffield rolled his desk chair back, stood, and walked to the nearby window. The view from the second floor looked out over the playground and behind that the back parking lot. It was sunny outside, though the fall leaves were slowly drifting to the ground in a light breeze. “After reading your essay, I asked your English teacher if I could look over some of your past work, and it seems you’ve got quite an interest in horses, judging from your doodles in the margins.”\n\nThe eevee was getting a little nervous about this little turn in conversation. Just where exactly was this going?\n\n“You know, there’s never shame in being curious, and as educators we always strive to assist our students with furthering their learning. And if you’re interested in furthering your education in… equine sciences… I could assist you personally.” Tahla sat blinking in her chair. Was her principal really suggesting… what she thought he was suggesting? Mr. Sheffield hadn’t moved, and still stood facing out the window. “Of course it’s all up to you. If you aren’t interested, we would say nothing more of this.”\n\nTahla sat in her seat, unsure what to do. [i]Was this some sort of bizarre trap? Didn’t people get into trouble for things like this? [/i]She squirmed in confusion; she had to admit she was interested. Besides her brother, and the neighbor’s dog, she hadn’t ever seen anything for real, feral or otherwise. [i]Would her principal be as big as the feral horses she’d seen online?[/i] She gazed over at the man. He was pretty imposingly big, but all adults looked big to her and she’d never been close to a feral horse. \n\n“So Tahla, what do you say?” Mr. Sheffield asked, hand idly swinging the pull cord to the blinds. Tahla thought for a moment; she wondered if her brother might be mad at the idea… The thought made her screw up her face. [i]She could do what she wanted! And this was an interesting opportunity…\n[/i]\n“Uhm, I… I mean... “ Principal Sheffield gave a sidelong glance over his shoulder. “I mean, I dunno. Yes?” Tahla blurted. “But… but what do w-we… do?” Sudden worry overtook her, and her eyes glanced to the door. [i]Maybe she wasn’t safe in here by herself? \n[/i]\nThe horse turned slightly. “Now, there’s no reason to worry. Your studies would move at your pace, not mine. I’m only here to help you learn after all. You’re quite free to go whenever you wish.” He gave a genuine smile, which put Tahla at ease. Besides she thought, [i]Mrs. Tolman was right down the hall wasn’t she? She’d hear for sure if the eevee yelled.[/i] “So, are you interested?” The eevee girl nodded slowly, still nervous. She gripped the edge of her seat with both paws as she swung her feet apprehensively. \n\nHer principal gave a nod and looked back to the window, then after a moment tugged the blinds shut with the cord. He took a breath, then a second later slowly turned in place, revealing a large bulge in his pants, running down the left leg. Tahla stared openly from her seat in front of his desk. He did look big, the fabric stretched taut by the length between his legs. \n\nA quiet moment passed and neither the little eevee or the horse moved. After a second the horse cleared his throat, shifting a bit. “Why don’t you come a bit closer,” he offered. The eevee blushed, and nodded slowly, then slid off the chair. She hesitated again after standing, wavering in front of the desk. Mr. Sheffield smiled in encouragement. “Why don’t I sit down first.” He grabbed the back of the chair, swiveled it around, and seated himself, slouching in the chair and spreading his legs to prominently display himself. \n\nTahla slowly made her way around the desk. Up close, the bulge looked much larger. She hesitantly reached a small paw out, and after an encouraging nod from the man, touched the horse’s large shaft through his trousers, feeling the intense warmth radiating from it. Mr. Sheffield took slow, deep breaths as the girl explored with a single paw, tracing the shape of his forming erection under the fabric. After a second Tahla’s other hand moved up as well, squeezing softly. \n\n“Do you-” The eevee flinched back a little bit at the horses voice, looking up with wide eyes, but relaxed again as he smiled. “Sorry. Do you want me to open them for you?” After a moment Tahla nodded, and the horse slowly reached up, undoing the buckle of his belt and tugging it apart. He shifted slightly, unbuttoning his pants, but left them zipped. After she realized her wasn’t going to finish, the eevee girl nodded firmly, making her decision.\n\nShe tugged his pants zipper down and pulled open the flaps. A pleasant, musky smell wafted out, permeating her senses. It reminded her of the way her brother smelled when he was excited, but was much stronger and, she searched for the right word, earthier. His boxers stretched as the bulge lifted away from his leg, and she let a paw touch it again, pushing it back down. “Can.. can I see it?” The girl asked softly. \n\n“Do you want me to take them off?” The horse asked, and Tahla nodded slowly, without looking up. Mr. Sheffield motioned her back a step, then pushed his hips up, hooking his fingers into the elastic band of his briefs.\n\n“Wait,” Tahla called, stopping him short. She swallowed nervously. [i]No reason not to be daring, right? [/i]“Let me.” She slipped her fingers in next to his, the elastic was stronger than she expected. She grunted as she worked them down. Mr. Sheffield moved his legs together, allowing his pants to fall as Tahla slid his boxes off the last of his shaft. As he sat back down, Tahla gasped, finally catching sight of his cock and the sizeable balls that hung behind it. As the horse sat back in the chair, his balls swung slightly, half hard dick draped across them, catching the eevee girls attention. She stood silently, eyes transfixed on the horse’s shaft. He snorted, the air ruffling Tahla’s hair. She squeaked in surprise, then reached down to the orbs, taking them into her small hands. \n\nMr. Sheffield gave another soft gasp as the girls hands cupped his balls and bounced them in her hands, feeling their weight. Her hands were tiny in comparison, and she rolled and tugged at them gently. The horse couldn’t help but smile as the girl giggled, massaging his balls. He’d gotten the feeling from her drawing that perhaps she’d particularly enjoy them. \n\nTahla gave a whoop of startled delight as his cock suddenly gave a hard twitch, raising up a couple inches. Mr. Sheffield grunted quietly as she pulled her hands away. “Heh, that’s… quite normal.” He said huskily. He flexed to make it bounce again, eliciting a jump from the startled cub. “If you’d like to feel…” Tahla reached up with both paws, and the horse guided them to the base of his shaft. She gripped it as best she could, the flesh already girthy, even though it hadn’t fully engorged yet. His hands held hers firmly to the base, and together they pulled upwards, stroking firmly along the lower half of his shaft. Mr. Sheffield groaned in pleasure as his cock twitched again, and the two of them together slowly stroked his member. \n\n“Mmph, h-hold on a second.” The horse tugged Tahla’s hands away, despite her indignant squeak, as the eevee was now fully focused on the meat in her grasp. “We can’t make a mess in here, that would take a great deal of explaining.” The eevee hopped up as Mr. Sheffield leaned over the side of his chair and dug around one-handed in the lowest drawer on his desk. After a moment his hand finally happened on the metallic packaging of one of the condoms he kept there. Sliding the drawer shut, he leaned back up, just as the eevee girl firmly grabbed hold of his still hardening length just under the head, and ran her tongue across the top. The head was already getting too large for her small muzzle to comfortably close around, but she locked her lips to it and gave a soft suckle, eliciting a thick dribble of precum she lapped up as she pulled away.\n\nTahla gave an embarrassed grin, blushing furiously, and shifting back and forth on her feet. Mr. Sheffield was panting slightly, surprised at the eagerness of this girl. “Antsy are we?” He teased, and the girl swished her tail furiously.\n\nThe horse tore open the condom wrapper, pulling the rubbery disc out and starting to tug it over the head of his shaft. He’d already started to flare. [i]Any longer and it would have been a real hassle to get on.[/i] He thought as he started to roll the rubber down his cock.\n\nTahla scrunched up her face, pouting as she watched him slide the rubbery balloon over his length. [i]What was this rubber thing for? Wasn’t this going to get in the way?[/i] Mr. Sheffield couldn’t help but smile at the little eevee’s consternation. “It’s called a condom. It’s… kind of like a raincoat. This way we won’t end up with wet everywhere.” His hardon bobbed in front of him as he sat back again, resting his arms on the chair. \n\nThe eevee stepped back up now that [i]that[/i] procedure was out of the way and again gripped her principal’s cock in her hands. The rubber felt weird, kind of slick and sticky at the same time. She squeezed and stroked with both hands a few times, enjoying the feel of the pulsating meat between her little fingers, despite the condom. “Can you still feel through this?” she mashed on his penis, making him groan. \n\n“O-oh yes, I can still feel through it. Not quite as much, no, but that still feels very nice, Tahla. And it’s worth it to not explain the mess I would make without it” The horses eyes were half-lidded, head resting on the back of his chair, his cock throbbing with need as the head flared out under the girl’s curious, exploring hands. Tahla was doing her best with the now foot long shaft, pumping and massaging it with her paws, but the twelve year old could only do so much. She leaned forward, and put her lips to the tip again, but pulled back with a sour expression. The condom did not taste good at all.\n\nMr. Sheffield snorted, tossing his head slightly; his cock was starting to get impatient, and he knew he was running short on time. “Here, let me handle this for now. If you’re wanting a taste, these could use some attention.” He nudged at his balls, and the eevee dropped down to her knees and promptly shoved her face into the horses sac. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the thick, musky aroma. Her pussy tingled with her pleasure, the girl realizing now how wet her panties had gotten as the cool fabric pressed against her mound.\n\nShe shifted, spreading her legs as she quickly undid her pants, pulling them open and sliding a hand down her panties. Her fingers quickly found her clit, the hood pulled back around the plump nub. She gingerly swirled her fingers around it. Her other hand slipped behind her principal’s balls, tugging them forward slightly, and she began to lap at them happily. Her tongue dragged across the tightening fleshy orbs slathering them with eevee slobber. Over her head, Mr. Sheffield began to jerk his cock in earnest, gripping it tightly with both hands and giving it long strokes, the condom-covered flare bobbing lewdly in front of him. He was nearly there, the eevee’s massaging paw and lapping tongue driving him quickly towards orgasm. \n\nThe horse grunted, panting heavily as he kept stroking. “Tahla… If you want… To watch…” he groaned. The eevee turned her eyes up as she kept lapping at his sac, leaning to the side to see her principal’s eyes shut tight, and teeth gritted as he neared orgasm. The girl flopped back on the floor, giving herself the best view of the massive horse cock waving above her and freeing her paw to join the other in her panties. Her paw moved furiously in her pants, fingers diving straight for her pussy and frantically thrusting in and out, slickened with her excitement.\n\nMr. Sheffield opened his eyes to look at the eevee as she retreated from his cock. The sight of the little eevee girl on her back before him, pawing herself and squirming in blushing excitement was too much. He gave a stifled groan, hips bucking up from his seat, cock throbbing in his hands. His balls contracted sharply and the first gush of ropey horse seed shot into the end of the condom, stretching it forcefully as it sprayed. \n\nTahla saw the underside of the horse’s cock throb above her, pulsing as it squirted again and again into the condom, the sight more than the little eevee could bear. Tahla gave a sharp whine, ears back as her own orgasm overwhelmed her, her pussy contracting hard on her fingers. She kept pumping her hand, timing her presses with the thick ropes of seed still gushing into the condom hanging above her head, the ballooned tip drooping from the weight of the horse cum that filled it. \n\nSlowly her toes uncurled, and she opened her eyes lazily, the waves of her orgasm slowing. Above her, the horse was doing the same, looking down at the cub between his hooves. His balls were swinging slightly off the edge of the chair, growing chilly in the air as the eevee’s saliva evaporated. His spent cock drooped slightly, pulled down by the heavy condom hanging off his tip, full of sloshing cum. Both of them surveyed the other as they caught their breath.\n\nTahla, younger and more full of energy sat up from the floor after a moment. She gazed at the horse for a moment. “Wow.” she finally breathed, eyes dreamy.\n\nMr. Sheffield chuckled at this. “Did you enjoy your first lesson then?” He asked, sitting up a bit in the chair. The eevee girl nodded in excitement.\n\n“But this condom thing got in the way.” She said softly, reaching up and poking at the bulging cum filled reservoir, setting it swinging a bit. “It feels weird, and it wasn’t as fun.” The horse leaned down and tousled her headfur.\n\n“Well, we’ll see what we can do about that in the future.” The horse gripped his shaft, tugging the condom for the tip. The rubber pulled away with a wet, sloppy noise. “There’s still a bit…” He started, but the voracious little eevee had already reached up and grabbed with a paw, letting her fingers slide across the thick cum that coated his shaft. She nosed at it, pulling away with a strand trailing from his shaft to her muzzle, and the thick smell of the horses spunk in her nostrils. She opened her mouth and gave it a tentative lick, finding the strong musky, salty flavor agreeable, she let her tongue drag along the underside of his shaft, pushing more cum from his tip, which she eagerly swirled around on his cockhead and lapped it up.\n\nMr. Sheffield groaned, his cock sensitive after cumming. “Easy now, though it’s nice to see your brother has trained you well.” The eevee girl beamed up at him, and he was pleased to see she didn’t seem indignant at the idea of having been trained. She was certainly a good find. \n\nThe horse stood, his cock slowly going flaccid, and drooping over his spent balls. He took the eevee girls hand and pulled her to her feet. “Now then, why don’t we get ourselves cleaned up.” He motioned to the door to the right of his desk, that Tahla had hardly noticed before. She padded over to it, and turned the handle, opening it to a small bathroom containing a small sink with mirrored cabinet hanging over it and a toilet. Tahla washed her hands and face, pouting as she had to wash away the tantalizing horse musk. \n\n[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]\n\n“Well then.” Mr. Sheffield said, hands clasped in front of him. It was slightly awkward now, and the eevee girl seemed a bit dazed, sitting in the upholstered chair again in front of his desk. “What to do now. I assume you’d like to… continue your education?” \n\nTahla nodded slowly, a little nervous again. She’d practically had sex with her school principal, what was she doing?? She couldn’t deny she’d enjoyed it though, and was hoping she could do it again, without the lame condom this time.\n\n“Well then, I was thinking that perhaps we could meet again soon. In fact, I could even take you out for pizza, my treat, to celebrate your winning the essay contest. Of course, I’d have to get your parents’ permission.” The eevee beamed briefly at this suggestion, then pursed her lips in concern.\n\n“Can my brother come too?” She asked, tail swishing behind her through the gap in the back of the seat. The bell on her tailbow jingled softly. “He’d be so jealous if I went without him. Maybe you could… teach him too… If you wanted.” She suggested. \n\nMr. Sheffield thought for a moment. “Yes, I think we could arrange that. In that case, I’ll call your mother and see if we can arrange that for this weekend.” The horse nodded and stood, pushing his desk chair back. She stared as his cock came back into view, the horse still bottomless. She watched as it slowly retreated, his sheath growing wrinkly as the excess skin gathered. He snorted loudly and motioned for the girl to stand. Tahla shook her head, collecting herself as she was shocked from the distraction. She hopped down, scooping her books into her hands.\n\n“Now young lady. I assume you know that these lessons are private?” Tahla nodded. She knew how playing worked! “Good. Well then, back to class with you. I’ll see you and your brother this weekend then. You’re a very good girl.” He tousled her hair again, opened the door, and ushered her out. \n\nTahla strode back down the hall, coming out into the office. Mrs. Tolman looked up as she came in. “Ah, there you are Tahla, I was starting to get worried about you, taking so long. I thought I might need to rescue you. Once Mr. Sheffield starts talking he can go on and on if you let him,” she said with a smile. There was a beep from the phone in front of her, and she quickly poked a button on the keypad. “Yes, Mr. Sheffield?”\n \n“Mrs. Tolman, we’re considering moving Tahla into accelerated English courses, and she was full of questions. Can you print out the change of class forms and send them with the information packets on accelerated learning home with her, please?” Mr. Sheffield’s said through the crackly phone speaker.\n\n“Of course Mr. Sheffield. Will that be all?” Mrs. Tolman was already typing away at her keyboard, and a moment later, the old printer beeped and groaned to life in the corner.\n\n“Yes, that’s all. Thank you, Mrs. Tolman.”\n\nThe woman flipped through the filing cabinet and pulled a few sheets of paper out, before swinging around in her chair and wheeling to the printer to tear off the freshly printed forms. “Here you are Tahla!” She straightened the papers, and handed the stack to the eevee girl. “Congratulations again on winning that pizza pass! I’m sure you’ll get plenty of use out of it!” Tahla beamed, bid her goodbye and left for class. \n\nAlmost as good as the morning’s other events, Tahla also missed all of math and half of science! She was squirming with delight all day, until she finally caught up with her brother after the last school bell sounded. The two headed for home, turning down the sidewalk that ran towards their neighborhood.\n\n“We gotta go straight for the treehouse, Tel. I have so much to tell you!”\n\n[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]\n\nMr. Sheffield pulled back on his pants and sat at his desk. He dialed the number for the Lynwood home and put the phone to his ear. He sat for a moment, drumming his fingers as the phone rang.\n\n“Hello, is this Mrs. Lynwood? This is Principal Sheffield. Yes. I’m calling to let you know that Tahla has won the essay contest we had last week. Yes. Yes, she’ll be getting the pizza pass and she’ll have her picture in the school paper. Of course, I’ll make sure she has an extra copy to bring home. We also talked about moving her to accelerated English classes, since she’s been performing so well. I made sure she has the forms she needs for you to look over and some additional information pamphlets.” The horse smiled to himself. [i]Tahla’s mother seemed like a lovely person, quite bubbly on the phone.\n[/i]\n“Actually, I needed to ask you something as well. Tahla was so excited about the pizza pass, that I may have offered to take her and her brother out for a treat at Fennec Funhouse Pizza. Oh yes, she was quite enthusiastic. Haha, I know, quite gregarious, she does get on well with the faculty. Yes. Wonderful, wonderful. Does this Saturday work for you? Well then, how about 1PM. Fantastic. Well then, I will see you then. Congratulations again, you must be so proud. Of course. Good day, Mrs. Lynwood.”\n\nMr. Sheffield set the phone back in it’s cradle, smiled to himself, then yawned and stretched. The morning had gone swimmingly so far. He pushed his desk chair back, pulling himself up to his hooves. [i]Better take care of business I suppose. [/i]The horse walked to the bookcase and reached up to the upper cabinet door, unlocking it with a key he’d pulled from his pocket. Inside he reached to the DVD recorder, pushing the eject button. The device whirred and pushed out a plain white disk. After relocking the cabinet, he strolled back to his desk, pulled out a pen and scrawled a neat label across the front of it, before stowing it in a case and slipping it into his bag.\n\nA fine morning indeed.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
The Principal’s Office



Tahla fidgeted in her chair, dragging her pencil idly back along the lines she scrawled to the side of her essay. She liked writing, she really did! But the principal’s “Improve Your School” contest was boring. She wanted to write stories about dragons, and knights, and mean space monsters during her literature class, not prompts like ‘How would you improve your school?’. How lame was that?

She sighed softly, continuing her drawing. She hadn’t really tried very hard on her essay. There was a pizza discount pass on the line if her’s was chosen by the principal, and she did like pizza… But with such a lame prompt it just didn’t interest her enough. The eevee girl was great at writing and flew through three pages quickly enough, yammering on about they should always have tacos every day for school lunches and art class should last all day, the best things she could think of that would definitely make school more enjoyable!

She finished way before the end of class, with all the rest of the students still furiously scribbling on their papers. “Tahla, if you’re finished, you can turn your essay in up at my desk,” her teacher said, looking over from the student whose desk he was leaned over. Half the class turned to look at her, and the eevee shrunk into her chair in embarrassment. “No, no Mr. Franklin, I’m uh- still working on it.” She was absolutely NOT going to be the first to turn in her paper! He smiled and nodded, adjusting his glasses and turning back to the fox boy a couple seats ahead of her. She ducked her head and feigned writing again until Mr. Franklin’s quiet murmurs started up again.

She chanced a quick peek up again. Mr. Franklin was still bent over Jackson’s desk, pointing at the boys paper and speaking quietly to the boy. She grinned to herself; Jackson was awful at writing, so her teacher was definitely going to be occupied for a while. Happy she sat at the back of the classroom, she started doodling across the side of the last page of the her essay even more furiously. Before long a dragon was gracing the side of the page, followed by a duck that didn’t quite turn out right. She glowered at the page, trying to think of something more to draw, then started working on a horse. Tahla loved horses, and she’d drawn them quite a lot. She’d even googled them and looked at all sorts of pictures, including a lot of pictures she was quite certain she wasn’t supposed to see!

She hunched further over her desk, blushing slightly as she remembered the things she seen on her screen. Her toys certainly didn’t do them justice! The bits hanging between a horse’s legs were much bigger than she’d imagined. Her own privates tingled with the thought, and she was doubly glad she sat at the back of the class. Lost in her daydreams, she doodled on, making her horse rather well endowed. Before she knew it she’d drawn a lewdly large penis sticking out from between the horse’s legs, with a massive pair of balls visible behind it’s legs. She traced it’s lines a few times with her pencil, pleased with herself and her naughty drawing.

Suddenly the harsh ringing of the school bell startled her out of her daydream. Oh my god, she thought, I just drew a horse cock on my essay! Hissing to herself in horror she flipped her pencil over and started furiously trying to erase the drawing, but the cheap rubbery eraser wasn’t helping much at all! The graphite was just smearing across the page no matter how much she tried. “Tahla,” Mr. Franklin called. The eevee girl looked up, eyes wide. “Class is over, so time’s up on the essay. It’s alright if you didn’t quite finish, but go ahead and pack up and turn it in.” Most of the students were filing between their desks and Mr. Franklin’s, shuffling papers, zipping backpacks, and chattering. Even Mr. Franklin was straightening his own desk up for the day, setting his bag atop it and starting to fill it with books and paperwork. Tahla whined quietly, ears flat as she scrubbed at the page with the back of the pencil.

“Now, young lady.” Her teacher eyed her over his glasses, the last of the students shuffling out the door, chattering happily now that school was over for the day. “Just… just one last thing!” Tahla squeaked. She hastily flipped her pencil over and scrawled across the drawing, trying to obscure it enough without drawing even more attention to it. I am so screwed, oh my god. Mr. Franklin cleared his throat. “O- Okay!” She called out, standing up and flipping the pages around. “All finished!” She hastily shoved her books and pencils into her bag, trying not to let her mounting horror show, and shuffled up to her teachers desk.

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite student,” Mr. Franklin said with a friendly smile. “You’re technically cheating on the essay competition by going over time.” Tahla gave a shy smile as she stapled her pages together, and handed them over. “Thanks Mr. Franklin, I’m sorry I wasn’t finished.”

“Oh, I’m just kidding Tahla, it’s no big deal.” He took the stack of papers and tapped them against the desk a few times, straightening them into a neat pile. “Between us, I don’t envy the principal having to read all of these. Boring stuff, right?” He leaned in just a bit. “I’ll bet he just skims them.” he said with a chuckle. Tahla grinned at him, feeling slightly relieved. “Now go on home. I’ve got to drop these by the principal’s office on my way out.”

The eevee girl nodded. “See you on Monday, Mr. Franklin!” She shouldered her backpack and headed out the door.  The halls were half empty by now, most of the other kids having rushed to escape the school for the weekend. Tahla wasn’t quite as thrilled. I can’t believe I did that. Did I erase it enough? Surely I did. Then I scribbled on it… I don’t think you can tell what it is… She pushed open the school’s front door, striding outside into the crisp afternoon air, walking past the school buses lined up outside and turning down the sidewalk. She stopped in her tracks as a realization dawned on her.

“Oooooh no.” she whined, clutching her face in both paws.  “Why didn’t I just take the last page???”

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Tahla jerked awake, paw flying out from the depths of her heaped blankets to turn off the beeping alarm. She hated mornings, they were the worst! She squirmed in bed, rolling onto her back and stretching. Well, not everything about mornings is bad…

The little eevee girl eyed her door, making sure it was still shut, then let a paw snake it’s way into her pajama bottoms. At least first thing in the morning her dreams were still vivid in her mind. She let a finger slip between her folds, still slick with her own juices, as she remembered the naughty things she’d dreamed. The feeling of her brother’s member pushing into her… His cock stretching her wide, body holding her down. She imagined being tied up, unable to move, and the thought made her more excited, though she wasn’t sure if it was actually in the dream. She dipped a finger into her pussy, first just the one, then a second and a third, slowly pumping in and out.

Just as she was wondering lazily whether she had time to safely dig a toy from her secret stash, a sharp knock sounded from her door. “Tahla, sweetie, are you up yet?” Tahla groaned. Well, there goes that…

“Yeah mom, I’ll be down in a bit!” she called out, giving her little clitty one wistful flick of a finger before sliding her paw back out of her bottoms.  She slid her feet out of the covers and onto the chilly carpet. Duty calls…. She thought to herself, hopping up to get ready for school.

Tail flicking back and forth, jingling the bell on her tail-bow, Tahla trotted into the kitchen, setting her backpack by the door and sitting at the table with her brother.

“Cutting it kinda close, sis. Bed too comfy this morning?” He asked her, grinning knowingly over his plate off eggs and toast. Tahla stuck her tongue out at him.

“Now now, you too. Not first thing in the morning.” The twins mother swept to the side of the table, setting a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of her daughter. “You better eat quick Tahla, you don’t want to be late for school. Aren’t they announcing the winner of the essay contest from last week? Maybe you’ll get that pizza pass.” Tahla choked on her bite of eggs, swallowing hard, eyes wide. Oh no, I forgot all about that stupid essay and that stupid, stupid drawing! Telain raised an eyebrow at her over his toast.

Tahla kicked him under the table.

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Tahla tossed her bag into her locker, fishing her math book and trapper out . Well, no one from the school called my parents this weekend. So it’s probably fine, right? I mean… I scribbled it out AND erased it. No way they’ll be able to see what it was… She huffed at herself. Why did she have to draw something like that on her school work??

She brushed a paw through her fluff, straightening it in the magnetic mirror that hung from her locker door, then pushed it closed. Time for class, no use worrying right now! Besides, I bet people draw stupid stuff all the time. All I really need to worry about is embarrassment right?

“Alright kiddos, good morning, now let’s get started, we’ve got a lot of work to do.” Tahla’s wolfish math teacher swept into the room, setting his bag on the desk and pulling out a stack of papers. “I’ve got your homework assignments from last week right here, and there’s a couple things I think we should go over again before we move on.” The entire class groaned softly, and began passing their graded papers back.

A knock from the door caught everyone’s attention. “Mr. Rogers?” One of the student office assistants stood at the doorway, proclaimed as such by her gold and blue sash.. “I’ve got a note here from the principal.” Mr. Rogers turned and looked. “Oh, ah yes. Give it here.” He took the note and unfolded it as the girl from the office bid him good morning and headed off. The wolf scratched his chin as his eyes skimmed the note. “Hmm, Ah, Tahla? I’m afraid you’ll have to miss out on the review. The principal wants to see you in his office right away.”

Tahla ears dropped back, and her eyes widened in terror, as murmurs burst out around her. “Tahla, that’s great! I bet you won the essay contest!” Elizabeth, the otter girl who sat next to her, exclaimed. Tahla gave her a halfhearted smile as she packed her things.

“I’m sure that’s all it is, Tahla, no need to look so worried!” Mr. Rogers chuckled as he saw her out the door. “I can’t imagine you’ve managed to get yourself into trouble. Now then class, let’s turn our books to page…” The wolf’s words were cut to a dull murmur as the door closed behind her.

Trying not to worry too much, Tahla followed the assistant towards the front of the building, where all the school administration and main office were.  Maybe Lizzy is right? She thought. I bet I won that stupid essay. I am a pretty good writer after all. She walked past the large glass windows that fronted the main office, and pushed the door open, waving hello to Mrs. Tolman before hopping into one of the chairs to wait. The friendly, slender woman smiled at her, a phone pressed to her ear, both hands typing away at the keyboard in front of her. She finished her call a few moments later, hanging up the phone and turning towards the nervous eevee fidgeting in the chair. “Alright, now, you were here to see Principal Sheffield right?”

“Uhm, yeah,” Tahla said nervously. She slid off the chair with her books as Mrs. Tolman motioned her to follow down a short hall to a large dark wooden door with a brass nameplate on it reading ‘PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE’ in large, stately letters. She smiled down at the girl, then knocked a few times. “Come in.” A deep voice called, and Mrs. Tolman turned the handle and pushed the door open. “Tahla’s here to see you, Mr. Sheffield.”

Principal Sheffield smiled from behind his desk, standing up from his seat and coming around as the woman ushered Tahla into the room. Robert Sheffield was a large, somewhat imposing draft horse, dappled grey, with a white muzzle and dark grey mane. The green sweater vest he was wearing couldn’t do much to soften his imposing stature, but his voice was friendly. “Oh yes, Tahla, our essay winner!  That’ll be all Mrs. Tolman, thank you. I’ll be speaking with this student for a bit, can you hold my calls for a while? Shouldn’t be too long, I don’t think.” He walked to the door, placing a heavy hand on Tahla’s shoulder.

“Of course!” Mrs. Tolman gave Tahla a beaming smile. “Congratulations on winning the contest, I’m sure you’re excited for that pizza pass!” She patted Tahla’s other shoulder before turning and leaving, softly pulling the door closed behind her.

Mr. Sheffield squeezed her shoulder once reassuringly, then walked back to his desk. “Please, have a seat. You can set your books down anywhere.” He pulled back his leather seat, sat in it and rolled back up to his desk. “Well then, congratulations on winning the essay contest.” He said with a smile, as the eevee girl hopped up into one of the upholstered seats in front of the desk, and set her books in the other. She guessed they must have been for parents who had to come down here. “Tacos for every school lunch, that definitely would be an improvement.”

Tahla grinned sheepishly. “So… you liked it then?” Mr. Sheffield nodded sagely. “It was quite well written, I was actually pleasantly surprised. Your grasp of grammar and vocabulary skills are quite impressive for your age, I’m wondering if you shouldn’t be in accelerated English.”

Tahla sighed to herself. “Oh, good.” she breathed. Mr. Sheffield cocked his head. “I mean, uhm, so I win the pizza pass then? That’s all you wanted?”

Mr. Sheffield smiled again. “Oh yes, you definitely won the pizza pass. And we’ll need to snap a photo of you later for the school newspaper. However, that’s not what I called you in to talk about this morning.”

Tahla’s stomach dropped, as the horse leaned over, tugging open one of the drawers on his desk and pulling her essay from it, already turned to the last page. “I actually wanted to speak with you about this.” He set the stapled papers down on the desk, sliding it across the wooden surface in front of the eevee, the offending drawing not nearly as erased and scribbled over as she’d hoped.

“I, uhm… I can… explain?” Tahla mumbled, head ducked in embarrassment, avoiding the principal’s eyes. Her ears were drooped in shame.

Mr. Sheffield gave a soft chuckle. “Well, while I’m sure that would be interesting to hear, there’s really no need.” Tahla’s ears perked a bit and she hesitantly raised her head slightly. “Kids your age are always curious about these sorts of things, you’d be surprised the sorts of thing we find going on. I’m sure both you and your brother can attest to that.” The eevee girl gave a shocked squeak, sitting straight up in her chair, but Mr. Sheffield raised both hands. “Now, now, relax!” Tahla squirmed in her seat, cheeks blazing. “Half the students are sneaking off for a little bit of fun between classes, there’s even a few other siblings. Though I will say that the janitor’s closet is maybe a bit cliche…”

Memories of the dark closet flooder her mind. Her brother panting as he stood over her, pumping his eevee peen into her mouth. Mr. Sheffield continued talking while she was lost in her reveries. “Half the teachers know about it, but only the ones who know what to look out for.” The horse leaned back in his chair and brushed the stray strands of his mane behind an ear.

Tahla wasn’t really sure what to make of this information. The teachers knew? Other kids at the school were playing too? Cocking an ear to the side, she chewed on a knuckle for a moment as she thought. “So… you’re not… mad? I’m not in trouble?”

Mr. Sheffield chuckled softly, clasping his hands on the desk in front of him. “No, you’re not in trouble. Though maybe refrain from drawing penises on your schoolwork in the future?” He slid the essay across the desk, and Tahla scooped it up and hastily crammed it into her bag. There was an odd moment of silence as she zipped her bag shut.

The little eevee shuffled uncomfortably in the seat, “So, was that all you needed?”

“Well, there was one more thing.” Mr. Sheffield rolled his desk chair back, stood, and walked to the nearby window. The view from the second floor looked out over the playground and behind that the back parking lot. It was sunny outside, though the fall leaves were slowly drifting to the ground in a light breeze. “After reading your essay, I asked your English teacher if I could look over some of your past work, and it seems you’ve got quite an interest in horses, judging from your doodles in the margins.”

The eevee was getting a little nervous about this little turn in conversation. Just where exactly was this going?

“You know, there’s never shame in being curious, and as educators we always strive to assist our students with furthering their learning. And if you’re interested in furthering your education in… equine sciences… I could assist you personally.” Tahla sat blinking in her chair. Was her principal really suggesting… what she thought he was suggesting? Mr. Sheffield hadn’t moved, and still stood facing out the window. “Of course it’s all up to you. If you aren’t interested, we would say nothing more of this.”

Tahla sat in her seat, unsure what to do. Was this some sort of bizarre trap? Didn’t people get into trouble for things like this? She squirmed in confusion; she had to admit she was interested. Besides her brother, and the neighbor’s dog, she hadn’t ever seen anything for real, feral or otherwise. Would her principal be as big as the feral horses she’d seen online? She gazed over at the man. He was pretty imposingly big, but all adults looked big to her and she’d never been close to a feral horse.

“So Tahla, what do you say?” Mr. Sheffield asked, hand idly swinging the pull cord to the blinds. Tahla thought for a moment; she wondered if her brother might be mad at the idea…  The thought made her screw up her face. She could do what she wanted! And this was an interesting opportunity…

“Uhm, I… I mean... “ Principal Sheffield gave a sidelong glance over his shoulder. “I mean, I dunno. Yes?” Tahla blurted. “But… but what do w-we… do?” Sudden worry overtook her, and her eyes glanced to the door. Maybe she wasn’t safe in here by herself?

The horse turned slightly. “Now, there’s no reason to worry. Your studies would move at your pace, not mine. I’m only here to help you learn after all. You’re quite free to go whenever you wish.” He gave a genuine smile, which put Tahla at ease. Besides she thought, Mrs. Tolman was right down the hall wasn’t she? She’d hear for sure if the eevee yelled. “So, are you interested?” The eevee girl nodded slowly, still nervous. She gripped the edge of her seat with both paws as she swung her feet apprehensively.

Her principal gave a nod and looked back to the window, then after a moment tugged the blinds shut with the cord. He took a breath, then a second later slowly turned in place, revealing a large bulge in his pants, running down the left leg. Tahla stared openly from her seat in front of his desk. He did look big, the fabric stretched taut by the length between his legs.

A quiet moment passed and neither the little eevee or the horse moved. After a second the horse cleared his throat, shifting a bit. “Why don’t you come a bit closer,” he offered. The eevee blushed, and nodded slowly, then slid off the chair. She hesitated again after standing, wavering in front of the desk. Mr. Sheffield smiled in encouragement. “Why don’t I sit down first.” He grabbed the back of the chair, swiveled it around, and seated himself, slouching in the chair and spreading his legs to prominently display himself.

Tahla slowly made her way around the desk. Up close, the bulge looked much larger. She hesitantly reached a small paw out, and after an encouraging nod from the man, touched the horse’s large shaft through his trousers, feeling the intense warmth radiating from it. Mr. Sheffield took slow, deep breaths as the girl explored with a single paw, tracing the shape of his forming erection under the fabric. After a second Tahla’s other hand moved up as well, squeezing softly.

“Do you-” The eevee flinched back a little bit at the horses voice, looking up with wide eyes, but relaxed again as he smiled. “Sorry. Do you want me to open them for you?” After a moment Tahla nodded, and the horse slowly reached up, undoing the buckle of his belt and tugging it apart. He shifted slightly, unbuttoning his pants, but left them zipped. After she realized her wasn’t going to finish, the eevee girl nodded firmly, making her decision.

She tugged his pants zipper down and pulled open the flaps. A pleasant, musky smell wafted out, permeating her senses. It reminded her of the way her brother smelled when he was excited, but was much stronger and, she searched for the right word, earthier. His boxers stretched as the bulge lifted away from his leg, and she let a paw touch it again, pushing it back down. “Can.. can I see it?” The girl asked softly.

“Do you want me to take them off?” The horse asked, and Tahla nodded slowly, without looking up. Mr. Sheffield motioned her back a step, then pushed his hips up, hooking his fingers into the elastic band of his briefs.

“Wait,” Tahla called, stopping him short. She swallowed nervously. No reason not to be daring, right? “Let me.” She slipped her fingers in next to his, the elastic was stronger than she expected. She grunted as she worked them down. Mr. Sheffield moved his legs together, allowing his pants to fall as Tahla slid his boxes off the last of his shaft. As he sat back down, Tahla gasped, finally catching sight of his cock and the sizeable balls that hung behind it. As the horse sat back in the chair, his balls swung slightly, half hard dick draped across them, catching the eevee girls attention. She stood silently, eyes transfixed on the horse’s shaft. He snorted, the air ruffling Tahla’s hair. She squeaked in surprise, then reached down to the orbs, taking them into her small hands.

Mr. Sheffield gave another soft gasp as the girls hands cupped his balls and bounced them in her hands, feeling their weight. Her hands were tiny in comparison, and she rolled and tugged at them gently. The horse couldn’t help but smile as the girl giggled, massaging his balls. He’d gotten the feeling from her drawing that perhaps she’d particularly enjoy them.

Tahla gave a whoop of startled delight as his cock suddenly gave a hard twitch, raising up a couple inches. Mr. Sheffield grunted quietly as she pulled her hands away. “Heh, that’s… quite normal.” He said huskily. He flexed to make it bounce again, eliciting a jump from the startled cub. “If you’d like to feel…” Tahla reached up with both paws, and the horse guided them to the base of his shaft. She gripped it as best she could, the flesh already girthy, even though it hadn’t fully engorged yet. His hands held hers firmly to the base, and together they pulled upwards, stroking firmly along the lower half of his shaft. Mr. Sheffield groaned in pleasure as his cock twitched again, and the two of them together slowly stroked his member.

“Mmph, h-hold on a second.” The horse tugged Tahla’s hands away, despite her indignant squeak, as the eevee was now fully focused on the meat in her grasp. “We can’t make a mess in here, that would take a great deal of explaining.” The eevee hopped up as Mr. Sheffield leaned over the side of his chair and dug around one-handed in the lowest drawer on his desk. After a moment his hand finally happened on the metallic packaging of one of the condoms he kept there. Sliding the drawer shut, he leaned back up, just as the eevee girl firmly grabbed hold of his still hardening length just under the head, and ran her tongue across the top. The head was already getting too large for her small muzzle to comfortably close around, but she locked her lips to it and gave a soft suckle, eliciting a thick dribble of precum she lapped up as she pulled away.

Tahla gave an embarrassed grin, blushing furiously, and shifting back and forth on her feet. Mr. Sheffield was panting slightly, surprised at the eagerness of this girl. “Antsy are we?” He teased, and the girl swished her tail furiously.

The horse tore open the condom wrapper, pulling the rubbery disc out and starting to tug it over the head of his shaft. He’d already started to flare. Any longer and it would have been a real hassle to get on. He thought as he started to roll the rubber down his cock.

Tahla scrunched up her face, pouting as she watched him slide the rubbery balloon over his length. What was this rubber thing for? Wasn’t this going to get in the way? Mr. Sheffield couldn’t help but smile at the little eevee’s consternation. “It’s called a condom. It’s… kind of like a raincoat. This way we won’t end up with wet everywhere.” His hardon bobbed in front of him as he sat back again, resting his arms on the chair.

The eevee stepped back up now that that procedure was out of the way and again gripped her principal’s cock in her hands. The rubber felt weird, kind of slick and sticky at the same time. She squeezed and stroked with both hands a few times, enjoying the feel of the pulsating meat between her little fingers, despite the condom. “Can you still feel through this?” she mashed on his penis, making him groan.

“O-oh yes, I can still feel through it. Not quite as much, no, but that still feels very nice, Tahla. And it’s worth it to not explain the mess I would make without it” The horses eyes were half-lidded, head resting on the back of his chair, his cock throbbing with need as the head flared out under the girl’s curious, exploring hands. Tahla was doing her best with the now foot long shaft, pumping and massaging it with her paws, but the twelve year old could only do so much. She leaned forward, and put her lips to the tip again, but pulled back with a sour expression. The condom did not taste good at all.

Mr. Sheffield snorted, tossing his head slightly; his cock was starting to get impatient, and he knew he was running short on time. “Here, let me handle this for now. If you’re wanting a taste, these could use some attention.” He nudged at his balls, and the eevee dropped down to her knees and promptly shoved her face into the horses sac. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the thick, musky aroma. Her pussy tingled with her pleasure, the girl realizing now how wet her panties had gotten as the cool fabric pressed against her mound.

She shifted, spreading her legs as she quickly undid her pants, pulling them open and sliding a hand down her panties. Her fingers quickly found her clit, the hood pulled back around the plump nub. She gingerly swirled her fingers around it. Her other hand slipped behind her principal’s balls, tugging them forward slightly, and she began to lap at them happily. Her tongue dragged across the tightening fleshy orbs slathering them with eevee slobber. Over her head, Mr. Sheffield began to jerk his cock in earnest, gripping it tightly with both hands and giving it long strokes, the condom-covered flare bobbing lewdly in front of him. He was nearly there, the eevee’s massaging paw and lapping tongue driving him quickly towards orgasm.

The horse grunted, panting heavily as he kept stroking. “Tahla… If you want… To watch…” he groaned. The eevee turned her eyes up as she kept lapping at his sac, leaning to the side to see her principal’s eyes shut tight, and teeth gritted as he neared orgasm. The girl flopped back on the floor, giving herself the best view of the massive horse cock waving above her and freeing her paw to join the other in her panties. Her paw moved furiously in her pants, fingers diving straight for her pussy and frantically thrusting in and out, slickened with her excitement.

Mr. Sheffield opened his eyes to look at the eevee as she retreated from his cock. The sight of the little eevee girl on her back before him, pawing herself and squirming in blushing excitement was too much. He gave a stifled groan, hips bucking up from his seat, cock throbbing in his hands. His balls contracted sharply and the first gush of ropey horse seed shot into the end of the condom, stretching it forcefully as it sprayed.

Tahla saw the underside of the horse’s cock throb above her, pulsing as it squirted again and again into the condom, the sight more than the little eevee could bear. Tahla gave a sharp whine, ears back as her own orgasm overwhelmed her, her pussy contracting hard on her fingers. She kept pumping her hand, timing her presses with the thick ropes of seed still gushing into the condom hanging above her head, the ballooned tip drooping from the weight of the horse cum that filled it.  

Slowly her toes uncurled, and she opened her eyes lazily, the waves of her orgasm slowing. Above her, the horse was doing the same, looking down at the cub between his hooves. His balls were swinging slightly off the edge of the chair, growing chilly in the air as the eevee’s saliva evaporated. His spent cock drooped slightly, pulled down by the heavy condom hanging off his tip, full of sloshing cum. Both of them surveyed the other as they caught their breath.

Tahla, younger and more full of energy sat up from the floor after a moment. She gazed at the horse for a moment. “Wow.” she finally breathed, eyes dreamy.

Mr. Sheffield chuckled at this. “Did you enjoy your first lesson then?” He asked, sitting up a bit in the chair. The eevee girl nodded in excitement.

“But this condom thing got in the way.” She said softly, reaching up and poking at the bulging cum filled reservoir, setting it swinging a bit. “It feels weird, and it wasn’t as fun.” The horse leaned down and tousled her headfur.

“Well, we’ll see what we can do about that in the future.” The horse gripped his shaft, tugging the condom for the tip. The rubber pulled away with a wet, sloppy noise. “There’s still a bit…” He started, but the voracious little eevee had already reached up and grabbed with a paw, letting her fingers slide across the thick cum that coated his shaft. She nosed at it, pulling away with a strand trailing from his shaft to her muzzle, and the thick smell of the horses spunk in her nostrils. She opened her mouth and gave it a tentative lick, finding the strong musky, salty flavor agreeable, she let her tongue drag along the underside of his shaft, pushing more cum from his tip, which she eagerly swirled around on his cockhead and lapped it up.

Mr. Sheffield groaned, his cock sensitive after cumming. “Easy now, though it’s nice to see your brother has trained you well.” The eevee girl beamed up at him, and he was pleased to see she didn’t seem indignant at the idea of having been trained. She was certainly a good find.

The horse stood, his cock slowly going flaccid, and drooping over his spent balls. He took the eevee girls hand and pulled her to her feet. “Now then, why don’t we get ourselves cleaned up.” He motioned to the door to the right of his desk, that Tahla had hardly noticed before. She padded over to it, and turned the handle, opening it to a small bathroom containing a small sink with mirrored cabinet hanging over it and a toilet. Tahla washed her hands and face, pouting as she had to wash away the tantalizing horse musk.

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“Well then.” Mr. Sheffield said, hands clasped in front of him. It was slightly awkward now, and the eevee girl seemed a bit dazed, sitting in the upholstered chair again in front of his desk. “What to do now. I assume you’d like to… continue your education?”

Tahla nodded slowly, a little nervous again. She’d practically had sex with her school principal, what was she doing?? She couldn’t deny she’d enjoyed it though, and was hoping she could do it again, without the lame condom this time.

“Well then, I was thinking that perhaps we could meet again soon. In fact, I could even take you out for pizza, my treat, to celebrate your winning the essay contest. Of course, I’d have to get your parents’ permission.” The eevee beamed briefly at this suggestion, then pursed her lips in concern.

“Can my brother come too?” She asked, tail swishing behind her through the gap in the back of the seat. The bell on her tailbow jingled softly. “He’d be so jealous if I went without him. Maybe you could… teach him too… If you wanted.” She suggested.

Mr. Sheffield thought for a moment. “Yes, I think we could arrange that. In that case, I’ll call your mother and see if we can arrange that for this weekend.”  The horse nodded and stood, pushing his desk chair back. She stared as his cock came back into view, the horse still bottomless. She watched as it slowly retreated, his sheath growing wrinkly as the excess skin gathered. He snorted loudly and motioned for the girl to stand. Tahla shook her head, collecting herself as she was shocked from the distraction. She hopped down, scooping her books into her hands.

“Now young lady. I assume you know that these lessons are private?” Tahla nodded. She knew how playing worked! “Good. Well then, back to class with you. I’ll see you and your brother this weekend then. You’re a very good girl.” He tousled her hair again, opened the door, and ushered her out.

Tahla strode back down the hall, coming out into the office. Mrs. Tolman looked up as she came in. “Ah, there you are Tahla, I was starting to get worried about you, taking so long. I thought I might need to rescue you. Once Mr. Sheffield starts talking he can go on and on if you let him,” she said with a smile. There was a beep from the phone in front of her, and she quickly poked a button on the keypad. “Yes, Mr. Sheffield?”
 
“Mrs. Tolman, we’re considering moving Tahla into accelerated English courses, and she was full of questions. Can you print out the change of class forms and send them with the information packets on accelerated learning home with her, please?” Mr. Sheffield’s said through the crackly phone speaker.

“Of course Mr. Sheffield. Will that be all?” Mrs. Tolman was already typing away at her keyboard, and a moment later, the old printer beeped and groaned to life in the corner.

“Yes, that’s all. Thank you, Mrs. Tolman.”

The woman flipped through the filing cabinet and pulled a few sheets of paper out, before swinging around in her chair and wheeling to the printer to tear off the freshly printed forms. “Here you are Tahla!” She straightened the papers, and handed the stack to the eevee girl. “Congratulations again on winning that pizza pass! I’m sure you’ll get plenty of use out of it!” Tahla beamed, bid her goodbye and left for class.

Almost as good as the morning’s other events, Tahla also missed all of math and half of science! She was squirming with delight all day, until she finally caught up with her brother after the last school bell sounded. The two headed for home, turning down the sidewalk that ran towards their neighborhood.

“We gotta go straight for the treehouse, Tel. I have so much to tell you!”

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Mr. Sheffield pulled back on his pants and sat at his desk. He dialed the number for the Lynwood home and put the phone to his ear. He sat for a moment, drumming his fingers as the phone rang.

“Hello, is this Mrs. Lynwood? This is Principal Sheffield. Yes. I’m calling to let you know that Tahla has won the essay contest we had last week. Yes. Yes, she’ll be getting the pizza pass and she’ll have her picture in the school paper. Of course, I’ll make sure she has an extra copy to bring home. We also talked about moving her to accelerated English classes, since she’s been performing so well. I made sure she has the forms she needs for you to look over and some additional information pamphlets.” The horse smiled to himself. Tahla’s mother seemed like a lovely person, quite bubbly on the phone.

“Actually, I needed to ask you something as well. Tahla was so excited about the pizza pass, that I may have offered to take her and her brother out for a treat at Fennec Funhouse Pizza. Oh yes, she was quite enthusiastic. Haha, I know, quite gregarious, she does get on well with the faculty. Yes. Wonderful, wonderful. Does this Saturday work for you? Well then, how about 1PM. Fantastic. Well then, I will see you then. Congratulations again, you must be so proud. Of course. Good day, Mrs. Lynwood.”

Mr. Sheffield set the phone back in it’s cradle, smiled to himself, then yawned and stretched. The morning had gone swimmingly so far. He pushed his desk chair back, pulling himself up to his hooves. Better take care of business I suppose. The horse walked to the bookcase and reached up to the upper cabinet door, unlocking it with a key he’d pulled from his pocket. Inside he reached to the DVD recorder, pushing the eject button. The device whirred and pushed out a plain white disk. After relocking the cabinet, he strolled back to his desk, pulled out a pen and scrawled a neat label across the front of it, before stowing it in a case and slipping it into his bag.

A fine morning indeed.
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