This short story mostly serves as a bridge between Coach Frank's first and second cub meals, and how he gets the music teacher to help him. Not a ton of vore, it's more of setting the stage for the next one.",
"writing": "[t][center][b]Coach Frank Makes Beautiful Music[/b][/center][/t]\n\n\tHonestly, I thought there would be more of a fuss after I ate a middle-school student with my ass, but a week later most of the hubbub over poor Brandon going missing had died down. Apparently it wasn't exactly uncommon in the area for people to just disappear, and the cops didn't seem all that interested in doing more than the minimum in investigating. All the better for me. It had been fun to find a musk-piggy so into how I smelled, but not nearly as fun as feeling my douthole stretching over him and feeling his squirms and screams on my prostate. Sure, there was a little bit of guilt; the piglet had had a whole future ahead of him, and probably would have happily rimmed me anytime I asked. But in a way it was the boy's own fault for putting me in the precarious situation of having a naked kid in my office after school.\n\n\tI'd done some research after shitting out what was left of Brandon, and now I was starting to look at the children in my care with new eyes. How would it feel to have the already-budding puppy-girl Samantha stretching out my throat on her way to a gurgly doom? If I used my ass on a beefier bull calf like Clint, would the struggles feel even better on my g-spot? My cock was definitely bigger than those of 99% of the population, but was it actually one of those that could stretch to consume a smaller kid who'd skipped a few grades like tiny Chris?\n\n\tThat last thought was the one on my mind as I watched the little otter try to keep up with his older classmates in gym class. He was something of a prodigy, joining a 6th grade class of mostly 11 and 12-year-olds at only 8. Even for his young age, Chris was an undersized boy; barely 4 feet tall with sleek brown fur. Compared to my extremely athletic 6'3'' frame, the kid barely came up to my navel. Ever since finding one intriguing video in my web searches, I'd felt an itch in my balls that no amount of external scratching could fix. I knew it would be stupid to have another boy disappear so soon after the last, but I didn't think I'd be able to help myself. I [b]needed [/b]to know what it would feel like to send a child, full of potential and dreams, down my huge cock and digest them into a hot load of cum in my beautiful ballsack. A noodley 8-year-old would be the perfect trial run.\n\n\tEven with my brain addled with hungry, lusty desires, I knew it would be risky to try and lure Chris into my office after school. I'd gotten lucky with Brandon; the pre-teen pig had snuck into my office on his own to sniff my jockstraps, without telling anyone where he was going, and without me even needing to ask him to see me. That left my best options as either to find a time the 8-year-old would be alone for an extended period... or get an accomplice to assist and take the blame if things went wrong. Given the potentially ruinous video I'd taken of the school's music teacher (masturbating on school property while calling out my name), I decided to investigate that option first.\n\n\tAndres Campos, the music teacher, looked almost like a youth himself. Standing only 4'9'' and 130lb dripping wet, the cute black ram was dwarfed whenever standing in my imposing presence. This was his second year as a teacher, and he couldn't have been older than 25. He obviously had a crush on me if he was fantasizing about being bred by the sexy stallion coach, and I could use that. The question was how he'd react to my more malicious desires; there was a large chance he'd need to be disposed of too if things went badly. If I'm honest with myself, I've never been much of a long-term planner, preferring to wing it and let my charisma, strength, and looks get me through most situations. Still, I wanted to approach this in steps.\n\n\tGiven he'd been willing to risk the small chance of being caught masturbating in the music room after hours, I figured that he probably wouldn't turn away from porn sent to his phone while still on school grounds. Most of the teachers were on a phone tree for when emergency messages needed to go out, so it wasn't hard to get Andres's personal number. Nor was it difficult to set up an anonymous texter service to send texts from my computer with a spoofed number while on a VPN. I decided to start by catching his interest with a close-up 10-second video of my hand stroking my white coat up and down over my 6-pack abs (I'd had to exercise hard to reclaim those only a week after digesting Brandon). The vid was framed so that there was nothing really identifiable in it. For that first video, I timed the text to be sent in the middle of a lunch break we shared in the teacher's lounge.\n\n\tI didn't look up from eating my meal when I heard his phone chime. But after a moment I raised my head to see his whole face flushed as he put his phone back away. It seemed he liked what he saw, since even with his lunch finished, he needed a few minutes before he was able to stand up and hurry out of the lounge. It was a good start, but definitely needed to go further. The next day, the texter went off at the same time with a different video; this time the camera followed my hand down from my abs as it became apparent that I was fully naked. The video stopped just as the thick root of my cock came into view. When he stood up to leave this time, there was an obvious wet spot in his slacks.\n\nI didn't send anything over the weekend, and during the lunch break on Monday I could see Andres was disappointed that no new message came in; he pulled out his phone every few minutes to see if he'd missed it. This time I'd timed it so that text would arrive just 5 minutes before the end of the school day. I had my own class to finish, so I don't know whether he watched it right then or if he waited. But when I walked by the music room 10 minutes later, he was sitting on the same piano bench I'd seen him masturbating at, eyes glued to his phone and hand down his pants. This video showed my massive beercan-thick horsecock going from soft (13 inches) to hard (25 inches) all on its own as I slowly jerked out a massive load. All it'd taken to manage that was to imagine tiny Chris struggling down my cock.\n\nI definitely had the music teacher hooked. Now came the decisive step. The texter was set to send exactly 8 minutes after the final bell rang; not long enough for Andres to have left, but long enough for the students to clear out and for me to rush over and see the result. I made it to the music room door just in time to hear the ping of his cell phone. There were no other afternoon classes in this part of the school building, so there was no problem peeking through the door pane to watch.\n\nAndres Campos's face went through a gamut of emotions as he watched his first ever cockvore porn, the one I'd found that started the itch in my balls. First was anticipation (a new video!), then confusion (it was a different person than the other videos?), then lust (the starring male was an orca; handsome, black and white, and nearly as muscular as me, with a gigantic cock already throbbing). As the camera zoomed out, the little music's teacher face paled with shock as he must have seen the co-star (a naked 5-year-old lion cub) come into view. But Andres's hand had found it's way into his slacks and hadn't come out. I knew the next part of the video was the massive palm of the orca smooshing the cub's face into the head of his cock.\n\n\tIt was easy to tell when Andres got to the part where the cub's head slipped in. The hand he'd been masturbating with went still, and he actually stopped breathing. I could picture the video in my head (I'd watched it more than 10 times already). The outline of a 5-year-old lioness was slowly sliding down that beautiful shaft as the giant hands massaged it towards a humongous scrotum. Around the time when the girl should have been dropping into the killer nuts, I noticed the ram's hand start moving in his slacks again. In less than a minute I could tell he'd shot a load of cum into his pants. I'd clipped the video to end before the digestion really got going in case that ended up being too much for him, so he must have cum just to the orca's deep moans and the outlines of the lion cub's struggles in the tight ballsack.\n\n\tI opened the door to the music room and confidently strode towards my soon-to-be-accomplice.\n\n",
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Coach Frank Makes Beautiful Music
\tHonestly, I thought there would be more of a fuss after I ate a middle-school student with my ass, but a week later most of the hubbub over poor Brandon going missing had died down. Apparently it wasn't exactly uncommon in the area for people to just disappear, and the cops didn't seem all that interested in doing more than the minimum in investigating. All the better for me. It had been fun to find a musk-piggy so into how I smelled, but not nearly as fun as feeling my douthole stretching over him and feeling his squirms and screams on my prostate. Sure, there was a little bit of guilt; the piglet had had a whole future ahead of him, and probably would have happily rimmed me anytime I asked. But in a way it was the boy's own fault for putting me in the precarious situation of having a naked kid in my office after school.
\tI'd done some research after shitting out what was left of Brandon, and now I was starting to look at the children in my care with new eyes. How would it feel to have the already-budding puppy-girl Samantha stretching out my throat on her way to a gurgly doom? If I used my ass on a beefier bull calf like Clint, would the struggles feel even better on my g-spot? My cock was definitely bigger than those of 99% of the population, but was it actually one of those that could stretch to consume a smaller kid who'd skipped a few grades like tiny Chris?
\tThat last thought was the one on my mind as I watched the little otter try to keep up with his older classmates in gym class. He was something of a prodigy, joining a 6th grade class of mostly 11 and 12-year-olds at only 8. Even for his young age, Chris was an undersized boy; barely 4 feet tall with sleek brown fur. Compared to my extremely athletic 6'3'' frame, the kid barely came up to my navel. Ever since finding one intriguing video in my web searches, I'd felt an itch in my balls that no amount of external scratching could fix. I knew it would be stupid to have another boy disappear so soon after the last, but I didn't think I'd be able to help myself. I needed to know what it would feel like to send a child, full of potential and dreams, down my huge cock and digest them into a hot load of cum in my beautiful ballsack. A noodley 8-year-old would be the perfect trial run.
\tEven with my brain addled with hungry, lusty desires, I knew it would be risky to try and lure Chris into my office after school. I'd gotten lucky with Brandon; the pre-teen pig had snuck into my office on his own to sniff my jockstraps, without telling anyone where he was going, and without me even needing to ask him to see me. That left my best options as either to find a time the 8-year-old would be alone for an extended period... or get an accomplice to assist and take the blame if things went wrong. Given the potentially ruinous video I'd taken of the school's music teacher (masturbating on school property while calling out my name), I decided to investigate that option first.
\tAndres Campos, the music teacher, looked almost like a youth himself. Standing only 4'9'' and 130lb dripping wet, the cute black ram was dwarfed whenever standing in my imposing presence. This was his second year as a teacher, and he couldn't have been older than 25. He obviously had a crush on me if he was fantasizing about being bred by the sexy stallion coach, and I could use that. The question was how he'd react to my more malicious desires; there was a large chance he'd need to be disposed of too if things went badly. If I'm honest with myself, I've never been much of a long-term planner, preferring to wing it and let my charisma, strength, and looks get me through most situations. Still, I wanted to approach this in steps.
\tGiven he'd been willing to risk the small chance of being caught masturbating in the music room after hours, I figured that he probably wouldn't turn away from porn sent to his phone while still on school grounds. Most of the teachers were on a phone tree for when emergency messages needed to go out, so it wasn't hard to get Andres's personal number. Nor was it difficult to set up an anonymous texter service to send texts from my computer with a spoofed number while on a VPN. I decided to start by catching his interest with a close-up 10-second video of my hand stroking my white coat up and down over my 6-pack abs (I'd had to exercise hard to reclaim those only a week after digesting Brandon). The vid was framed so that there was nothing really identifiable in it. For that first video, I timed the text to be sent in the middle of a lunch break we shared in the teacher's lounge.
\tI didn't look up from eating my meal when I heard his phone chime. But after a moment I raised my head to see his whole face flushed as he put his phone back away. It seemed he liked what he saw, since even with his lunch finished, he needed a few minutes before he was able to stand up and hurry out of the lounge. It was a good start, but definitely needed to go further. The next day, the texter went off at the same time with a different video; this time the camera followed my hand down from my abs as it became apparent that I was fully naked. The video stopped just as the thick root of my cock came into view. When he stood up to leave this time, there was an obvious wet spot in his slacks.
I didn't send anything over the weekend, and during the lunch break on Monday I could see Andres was disappointed that no new message came in; he pulled out his phone every few minutes to see if he'd missed it. This time I'd timed it so that text would arrive just 5 minutes before the end of the school day. I had my own class to finish, so I don't know whether he watched it right then or if he waited. But when I walked by the music room 10 minutes later, he was sitting on the same piano bench I'd seen him masturbating at, eyes glued to his phone and hand down his pants. This video showed my massive beercan-thick horsecock going from soft (13 inches) to hard (25 inches) all on its own as I slowly jerked out a massive load. All it'd taken to manage that was to imagine tiny Chris struggling down my cock.
I definitely had the music teacher hooked. Now came the decisive step. The texter was set to send exactly 8 minutes after the final bell rang; not long enough for Andres to have left, but long enough for the students to clear out and for me to rush over and see the result. I made it to the music room door just in time to hear the ping of his cell phone. There were no other afternoon classes in this part of the school building, so there was no problem peeking through the door pane to watch.
Andres Campos's face went through a gamut of emotions as he watched his first ever cockvore porn, the one I'd found that started the itch in my balls. First was anticipation (a new video!), then confusion (it was a different person than the other videos?), then lust (the starring male was an orca; handsome, black and white, and nearly as muscular as me, with a gigantic cock already throbbing). As the camera zoomed out, the little music's teacher face paled with shock as he must have seen the co-star (a naked 5-year-old lion cub) come into view. But Andres's hand had found it's way into his slacks and hadn't come out. I knew the next part of the video was the massive palm of the orca smooshing the cub's face into the head of his cock.
\tIt was easy to tell when Andres got to the part where the cub's head slipped in. The hand he'd been masturbating with went still, and he actually stopped breathing. I could picture the video in my head (I'd watched it more than 10 times already). The outline of a 5-year-old lioness was slowly sliding down that beautiful shaft as the giant hands massaged it towards a humongous scrotum. Around the time when the girl should have been dropping into the killer nuts, I noticed the ram's hand start moving in his slacks again. In less than a minute I could tell he'd shot a load of cum into his pants. I'd clipped the video to end before the digestion really got going in case that ended up being too much for him, so he must have cum just to the orca's deep moans and the outlines of the lion cub's struggles in the tight ballsack.
\tI opened the door to the music room and confidently strode towards my soon-to-be-accomplice.