The Second Lesson

	Bastion watched his young charges exercise in the ballet class he was teaching, half-heartedly giving instruction where he could obviously see something was being done wrong, but for the most part, just going through the motions while he entertained his own thoughts. It had been a week since the fake ballet instructor had used his position to take advantage of one of the students, and the wolf still savored the memory of taking the young bunny's virginity in his private office, of feeling the rabbit known as Cindy succumb to his wiles and finally lay exhausted under him as he filled her with his cum. He chuckled a bit mentally at the promise that he made to her in order to lure her, that of becoming the prima ballerina for the recital; it had been so easy, and she was oh so willing to do whatever it took to make the grade.

	What amused the wolf even more was what had happened after. Things had gone even more perfectly than he had planned; the wolf had been prepared to make his escape if Cindy had decided to reveal what had happened to her, and in truth, that's what he expected to have happened. Instead, a most amusing thing happened; Cindy had discovered the joys of sex through her teacher, and the discovery had ignited a fire in the young lapine, to the point where the bunny had become infatuated with him. The very day after she had been claimed by the wolf, the bunny seemed to be different, a broad smile on her face as she watched her teacher follow her movements. She lingered after class that day and met Bastion in his office after everyone else had left. He waited to hear the damning words that she had told her parents, but instead, the young bunny hugged him and practically begged for him to show her more. And of course he did; who could pass up such an offer? Every new trick he taught her just seemed to make Cindy that much more addicted to the wolf, and by the end of the week the young bunny was sucking his cock like a champ, wanting to please the wolf so that he would have his way with her and use her in all the carnal ways that she had come to know and love. Cindy was his own personal little cumslut, and Bastion would use her as much as he could before he had to depart; he had no illusions that he could keep up this charade forever, and eventually something would give it away, whether it be a slip of the tongue or the swell of Cindy's belly as his wolf seed took root.

	Bastion at the outset had no intention of honoring his agreement; it was just something he told the bunny in order to get a good lay. But to his surprise, since that encounter, Cindy had actually improved of her own accord. Maybe it was just how happy she seemed to be now, or maybe the pounding that her body was getting from the lustful wolf had tenderized her body somewhat, but her movements seemed to be more fluid and graceful than they were before, to the point where Bastion could make the decision to promote her without raising any eyebrows. It seemed like everything was going wonderfully, and the wolf wasn't going to question his luck.

	The wolf let his eyes roam from the young bunny to the other young cub that had caught his eye, a mink named Tandy who was about the same age as Cindy. She smiled at her teacher and continued to do her stretching exercises, unknowing that she had almost been the wolf's first victim of lust, and that only a chance decision had spared her that honor. Bastion smiled back at the mink, while entertaining a moment's fantasy in his head. Originally, the wolf had thought perhaps he could have both and disappear before anyone could catch him, but Cindy's overwhelming enthusiasm over the past week had kept him happy and satisfied, so that he hasn't considered the option again before now. But Cindy's parents, having been pleased at the progress report that Bastion had given them, had elected to take their daughter out for a little celebration after class. Which left Bastion without any afternoon entertainment that he had become accustomed to; it was a disappointing state of affairs, but there was nothing that could be done about it. Now Bastion wondered if it would be worth the trouble to try and seduce the little mink. Cindy would be back tomorrow...why chance it? He had a good thing going, however temporary it might be, and getting too greedy could end that situation prematurely.

	Bastion felt his breeches get a little bit tighter as the thought of filling Tandy with his seed made his sheath swell underneath his clothing. It was such a tempting thought indeed, and while Bastion knew he couldn't bang the whole class, the thought of corrupting another innocent was an allure that was certainly powerful. He let his eyes linger on Tandy for a while longer, then looked back to Cindy, who was doing her best to catch her teacher's eye and show him that even though she couldn't be with him after class, she would not forget him. The bunny was moving her body in ways that made the wolf take notice, movements that were slow and fluid and designed to entice. Bastion gave a little growl underneath his breath as he allowed himself to get excited; he was going to wreck that bunny's pussy the next time he had her in his office, of that he was certain. The moves aroused him, but they also took the notice of some of the other students in the class; Bastion didn't doubt that a few of them would try to copy the moves, and not for the first time he wondered how long he would be able to keep up this act before someone started to ask questions. No matter; he could gauge the mood and act accordingly when the time was right.

	All too soon, the time approached when the scheduled class would have to end. Bastion snapped himself out of his personal thoughts and began to give last minute coaching to his students so that any arriving parents would catch him doing his "job." The wolf was only a passable instructor; he knew enough to fake his role and keep the students moving, but that was all he really needed to do. He was a substitute only; once the original teacher was healthy, he would resume his role and Bastion would move on. Not only that, but most of the parents were only looking for something to occupy their little girls anyways; only one or two groups were serious about improvement. Soon, those parents begin to arrive, leaving one by one with their charges, until only a couple remained. Bastion saw that among the stragglers, Tandy was there, waiting for her parents to arrive. For a moment, the wolf considered asking her back into his office for a personal chat, but before the thought could finish, the decision was taken away from him by the arrival of Tandy's parents in their car. "Just as well," Bastion thought to himself, "that probably would have been a poor decision on my part." Still slightly disappointed, the wolf retreated to his office to check his calender.

	The office was well-kept and neat, with a few luxury items that Bastion had added to entertain guests in a comfortable environment. Among those had been a comfortable couch that had seen quite a bit of use over the past week, probably the most convenient area for the wolf to mount the young bunny. The room smelled faintly of sex and musk; Bastion had allowed no one else in the room besides Cindy, and though he made sure never to leave evidence of what was going on in the room, the constant activity had let some aromas linger. Today would be the opportune time to start removing that aroma and make the area more presentable to others, although Bastion hated to do so. A little air freshener and an open window would do wonders, as well as spraying the couch down with a little cleaning solution. With that thought in mind, Bastion deterred his course from the calender and instead began to root through his office desk, seeing if he had anything in it readily available, or if he would have to go to the store.

	The sound of the office door hinges squeaking faintly alerted Bastion to the presence of someone entering his room, and he looked up from his desk to see a petite young vixen enter into his office. It was Sherri, the vixen ballerina who was the prima ballerina before he made that fateful bargain with Cindy. She was quite an attractive young vixen of 9 years, soon to be 10, and she was naturally gifted with dancing talent and charisma. She was sweet and kind, but an experienced con artist like Bastion could also see a bit of an edge to her that no one else could, an arrogance born of confidence that stopped just short of being vain. The vixen entered into his office unannounced, pushing the door open while still in her full ballerina attire, not even having bothered to change or don a jacket to await her parents. While Bastion's eyes drank in the attractive figure, he was also annoyed at the vixen's presence. With what he did in that office, the last thing the wolf wanted was uninvited visitors.

	"Hello Sherri, how can I help you?" Bastion kept his voice smooth and level, not trying to express his slight ire. What was she doing here? Did she have a problem, or was looking to cause problems? "I have time for you now, but please knock next time, I might be busy with something."

	"Oh, you mean like with Cindy?" Sherri responded coyly, closing the door behind her. The tone in Sherri's voice made Bastion freeze, although he controlled his reaction so as not to reveal anything visibly to the little girl. What did she know? Was she guessing? Trying to draw him out? He would have to measure his response carefully.

	"She's really coming along with her dancing, isn't she? Quite an improvement in a week. Do you have something that you need to see me about?" The wolf played the response very cool, finding a seat behind his desk and sitting down. He knew the answer wouldn't satisfy her, but he would let her make the first move. "Never admit to anything," he reminded himself mentally, watching the vixen with an expression he hoped was friendly and professional.

	To her credit, the vixen didn't seem fazed herself, crossing her arms in front of herself as her tail lashed behind her. "She's your new favorite student, isn't she? I saw you keeping her after classes. That's not very fair." She made a show of examining her claws absently, showing that she could play things cool herself. "Why is she the one who gets special attention, huh?"

	Ah, so that was it. Sherri had caught Cindy staying after, but she didn't precisely know what was going on. Bastion could make this work. "Oh, I'm not keeping Cindy after. She came to me to seek my help. If a student wants to put in extra work, I'm more than willing to help. It's my job, after all." The wolf smiled to Sherri, holding up his hands in a bit of a shrug. "What am I going to do, tell her that she's out of luck?"

	"Nuh-uh, I don't think so," Sherri said while shaking her head. "I saw her in class. She's using moves you're not showing the rest of the class. Like today." The vixen strode up to the edge of Bastion's desk, leaning on it with a sly grin on her muzzle. "The other girls might not mind, but my mommy and daddy would be really upset if you weren't teaching me properly. You know how they are."

	"Hmmm," thought Bastion to himself, "this girl is trying to play me. Damn foxes always think they're so clever." He could sense the implication hanging in the air, and knew that the hammer was just waiting to fall. He met her grin by relaxing into his chair, resting comfortably in it while steepling his fingers in front of himself. "Yes, they are quite concerned for your progress, aren't they? I remember some of the conversations we've had. So did you come into my office just to remind me how your parents are?"

	Sherri smiled cutely and pulled back from the desk. "Oh, not really. I came here because I want you to show me everything that you're showing Cindy. You teach me what you're teaching her. And if you don't, I just might have to tell mommy and daddy that you're trying to make me fail."

	Bastion blinked in surprise; for once, his train of thought had derailed. "...what?"

	"You heard me," the vixen said in satisfaction, enjoying seeing her teacher finally rattled. "Show me everything, or else I'll tell on you. That's not that hard, right?"

	The wolf held up his finger to pause Sherri from speaking. "Let me see if I got this straight," he said slowly, his mind processing this info. "I teach you everything I've been teaching Cindy, or else you'll tell your parents on me?" It was absurd, ludicrious...his mind worked through the wording carefully one more time in his head because he could hardly believe it. This little vixen girl was attempting to crudely blackmail him, but by her own wording, she was blackmailing him into fucking her! She likely didn't know it...she probably COULDN'T know it...but that was what was going on.

	Something in his tone seemed to throw the vixen; perhaps she thought she had stepped over the line, or made a tactical error. Her poise seemed to falter somewhat, and her tail grew still, but she held to her guns, and gave a nod to her teacher. "That's right. Y-you don't want to make mommy and daddy mad." That slight stutter was the only true sign of wavering; Bastion briefly wondered if this was the first time she had ever tried to blackmail an adult before.

	Well, if that was the way she wanted to play it...

	"All right, you win. I'll teach you what I've been teaching Cindy," Bastion said with a grin growing on his muzzle. He could turn this situation to his advantage, so long as he could give her a reason not to go back on her word. "But not because of your parents. Because you want to learn. And you want to keep these lessons private, yes? So you can gain an advantage over the other students?"

	"Well...yeah. Just you and me." Sherri nodded, while slightly ducking her head. She was easy to figure out; she didn't want him to be fair, she wanted him to give her an advantage. That meant he could twist things around to make her believe keeping silent was her idea.

	"And Cindy. I can't just stop teaching her once I've started. But I can keep you caught up. But these are advanced techniques. I can't teach you everything in one night, so you're going to have to be committed. And if you want to keep things private, you can't tell anyone, not even your parents. Otherwise, I'll be obligated to show everyone, and you'll lose your advantage." It was a huge line of bullshit, but he knew that Sherri would buy it. Because she wanted to buy it. She was getting what she wanted. She didn't need to know that he wanted it more. Already, the wolf could feel his sheath thickening in anticipation. He wouldn't even need to hold back with this one. Her pride would be the biggest weapon he could use to keep her in line.

	The vixen smiled and made a little symbol with her paw. "Pinky swear, I won't tell anyone. If you teach me everything you've been teaching Cindy."

	"Oh, don't worry, I'll give you the full crash course," Bastion agreed, raising himself from the desk and coming around it to approach Sherri. He let his eyes drink in her petite body once more, admiring his soon-to-be cockwarmer. Sherri had a very shapely body for her age; not too thick, not too lean, but the right amount of toned figure that was pleasing to the eye, and with hips and curves that would fill out nicely when she got older. Her fur was a healthy russet red, with the black and white markings that were typical of her species, and her pelt was immaculately kept and groomed; he didn't doubt that if Sherri wasn't self-conscious about her beauty, her parents would make sure she kept up with her grooming habits. She had a very pretty face and muzzle, sleek and pointed with a petite nose, and beautiful amber eyes that could easily hold the gaze of any male. Most of the rest of her body was hidden underneath a dark blue leotard that could pass for straight black, and a pair of pink tights that covered her thighs all the way down to where her paws were hidden in the standard ballet shoes. Bastion had felt teasing touches of that body throughout Sherri's dance training, but the thought of having that petite body wrapped around his own was making it hard for the wolf to contain his urges.

	"Great! I knew that you'd see things my way. Let's go out and we can get started!" Sherri turned away from Bastion and made to exit the room, but the wolf held out his hand in front of the vixen to keep her from the door. "No need for that, Sherri. I think you'll find that your training will be most suitable within the confines of this room."

	"What do you mean?" Sherri cocked her head slightly, not comprehending what the wolf meant. The action was so endearing that Bastion couldn't help but smile. The vixen might not be as innocent as Cindy had been, but she was still a little girl, and she had no idea what she was in for. But she soon would.

	"For you to properly learn these new techniques, you're going to need to exercise muscles you didn't know you had," Bastion explained. "We need to build your body up a bit so that you can increase your flexibility. But don't worry. As much work as it is, I think you'll find it to be a pleasant experience overall." He placed his arm around the shoulders of the vixen and guided her lightly over to the couch. "Right here. We'll perform your new conditioning here. But first, do a few warm-ups on the armrest of the couch to get ready."

	"Oh...all right, I can do that," Sherri said, just a bit confused, but she did as she was told and placed her leg on the armrest to begin a few stretches. While the vixen warmed up briefly, Bastion began to make preparations of his own. He locked the door to the office so as to prevent any more unwanted visitors; he had no idea if anyone else would seek him out, but he wasn't going to make it easy to peek in. His eyes followed the vixen as she flexed in her leotard; he would have to employ the same techniques as he did with Cindy, as he didn't think he could fool her into disrobing before him. He had to keep up the pretense of proper exercise. He moved behind Sherri, watching her stretch from behind, and while he was in her blind spot, the wolf unzipped his breeches and brought his sheath out into the open. He pulled back the covering from the tip and exposed his eager cockflesh, the organ ready to bury itself into the tight confines of another young cub.

	"That's good, get nice and limber. Above all, I'm going to need you to relax and trust me. Cindy already went through this with me." Bastion let the name drop freely, knowing that the vixen likely considered the bunny to be her rival now. He would use that, egg her on and play on her pride. He approached the vixen from behind, and let his hand slip underneath Sherri's stretched leg, raising it higher and off the couch in the way that he would help her sometimes stretch in class. This time, however, he let his paw stroke up and down the smooth texture of her leggings, from her ankle to mid-thigh and then back again. His other paw rested on the vixen's shoulder, letting him feel his presence, using the touches to gauge her tension. "Just relax..." he let his throat hum soothingly, pressing close to Sherri and letting his exposed length rest lightly against the small of her back.

	If Sherri felt oddly about the bare flesh pressed against her, she didn't show it; likely, she wasn't about to question her teacher when he was giving her hands-on attention. "Hmmm," she let escape her muzzle, the vixen letting herself trust in the guidance of the wolf and leaning back against him as he helped her balance. Bastion could tell that she could feel something was different about the situation, but she wasn't complaining or raising any alarms; a very good sign. "That's it," the wolf murmured, massaging the vixen's leg while slowly rubbing along her shoulder. His cock throbbed lightly, so close to the vixen and yet so far, able to feel the smooth fabric of the leotard against his exposed organ as he rubbed in a slow sway. The scent of his musk began to fill the air anew as the wolf got more and more aroused, feeling Sherri's body gradually relax and give way to the ministrations of her teacher.
	
	Now was the critical moment; the wolf was not content to merely rub the vixen, and his arousal was aching to be attended to. He had no idea if Sherri's parents had informed her about "bad touch" or about being fondled in this manner, but there was a lot that Bastion could get away with with the pretense that this was all Sherri's idea all along. He just needed to get in the right position. He waited until the vixen was fully relaxed and pliable, and then he made his move. "That's a good girl. Now time to get into the proper position." He gently lowered her leg down to the ground, then bent her over the armrest of the couch, using his body to cushion her as he hovered over her body. With Sherri so relaxed, the movement was easy and simple, and while the vixen was still trying to puzzle out what the purpose of this new position was, the wolf snaked his paw to Sherri's cleft, pulling the fabric of her leotard to the side and letting his claw slice an opening into the tights underneath. He was quick but careful; he felt a little extra resistance as the vixen had donned flimsy panties underneath the tights, but those were torn just as easily. In the space of a breath, he had made Sherri's pussy exposed and vulnerable.

	The combination of movements was not lost on the vixen. "What are you..." she began to say, but the words caught in her throat with a gasp as the wolf maneuvered his groin into position, his cocktip sinking into the opening he had just created to begin filling Sherri's virgin pussy with his shaft. "Aaaaah!" Sherri cried out, both in surprise and a bit of fear, the young vixen having no idea what was happening. Bastion moved quickly to seal his position, circling his arms around the vixen's body while his length plunged deeper, stretching out her tight inner walls and puncturing the barrier of her hymen to steal that treasured moment for his own. "Your body is going to feel a bit of a sting at first, but it's just getting used to the new exercise. As you get used to it, you'll feel the results right away." The wolf was lying through his teeth, but he had no doubt that the vixen would believe him.

	Bastion could tell that Sherri was feeling uncomfortable; the sting of being violated combined with the new and unusual feelings was making the vixen scramble on the couch underneath him for purchase. "What are you doing? Let me go! I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." she trailed, constantly being thrown off balance as the wolf started to thrust into her virgin body. "You asked for this," Bastion reminded her with a subtle grunt, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her body to help balance her while his hips did their dastardly work. "I thought perhaps you had the same commitment as Cindy. She quite enjoyed this exercise." He waited for that comment to sink in; if he had gauged the vixen right, it would be just enough to wound her pride and keep her committed.

	Sure enough, Bastion heard the vixen give a cute little growl underneath him, the sound of the bunny's name being dangled in front of her like a carrot. The protests ceased, and Sherri forced herself to relax, her hands closing on her teacher's as he held her chest, her furred muzzle resting sideways on one of the cushions that had fallen over on the couch due to the sudden movement. "Mmmph...what...what am I supposed...to do?" she mumbled out from the side of her muzzle, the little dancer starting to feel the effects of the sensations that were being forced upon her. Bastion chuckled softly and let his fingertips stroke across that lean chest, feeling the smoothness of the leotard and the slightly rounded curves that would blossom when the vixen was properly knocked up. "Oh, this is just the warm-up, Sherri dear. For now, just relax and let your teacher work your inner muscles. I'll think you'll find it to be quite rewarding." With the vixen finally ready to cooperate, the wolf could just take his time and enjoy his new toy at his leisure.

	"Oh...O-okay..." Sherri stuttered with a gasp, foolishly trusting her teacher as he mounted her from behind, her paws clinging to the wolf as he molested her chest. Her mind was swimming in the new feelings that coursed through her body; at first the sudden invasion has stung, and felt unpleasant, but now it was starting to feel different, giving her a tingling warmth that felt confusing and strange, but also good in a way. She imagined it was just her body getting used the new exercise, and she tried to do as her teacher told her to do. It felt odd to her that it could be an exercise when she wasn't actively doing anything, but something was definitely happening, and her teacher was giving her the attention that Cindy had coveted for her own; she let those doubts fade into the back of her mind as other, more powerful needs surged to the fore. Her slim legs dangled inches from the ground, squirming in the air as they were kept parted by the wolf, wriggling around cutely and aimlessly as their owner was filled with the thick wolf meat.

	Bastion knew that the vixen was his when he heard the petite vulpine begin to moan in pleasure underneath him, hearing that familiar whine of pleasure that thrilled him to no end. He had heard the same moan from the bunny when he had ravaged her young pussy, that moan that came when the feelings were just too good to deny. Her pussy had even begun to slicken with the fluids of her own arousal, the girl becoming turned on without truly realizing what was happening to her. It was time to toy with the little vixen a bit. "There we go, I told you that you would start to feel the results. Mmmm...I'm not moving too fast, am I? Cindy could handle this pace, I don't want to overwhelm you." He let his hips speed up just a little bit, his weighty ballsack slapping against the vixen's ass with each thrust, the impact making a soft furred thump that filled the air. He felt the vixen react, that moan reaching his ears, though even louder this time. "M-more...I can...handle more..." she said, panting as closed her eyes, letting her teacher do as he pleased.

	"More? Are you sure?" Bastion teased, knowing what Sherri wanted, but wanting to shame the young vixen a bit. "You'll have to speak louder than that. You'll have to ask nicely, just like Cindy did." He leaned his body fully over the vixen, covering her back with his body, his muzzle so very close to ears as he clutched at her juvenile chest. He wanted to dominate her, to break her just as he did the bunny, but even more so; she was the most beautiful of the cubs in his class, and she had also dared to try to blackmail him...he would eke out every last satisfying moan from her, every ounce of pleasure before he ruined her body with his seed. Already he could feel his knot beginning to form at the base of his cock, the urge to breed now very strong. "Say please Mr. Bastion, please don't hold back. If you want me to go faster, you have to mean it."

	"P-please, Mr. Bastion! Please! Don't hold back, Mr. Bastion! Please! I...I need it!" Sherri exclaimed between pauses of panting breaths, clutching onto her teacher's hands and arms with a desperate futility, not knowing what to do, but feeling that surge of pleasure just before climax. She didn't know what she was asking, and she didn't care; her mind was filled with a haze of pleasure that ruined any sort of focus or coherency that she could manage. All she could focus on was that wonderful sensation that was filling her over and over again, that once was so foreign but now felt so very good. She felt full of energy and exhausted at the same time, and all she knew was that she wanted this feeling to go on forever, but at the same time, she wanted more still. It was maddening! Blindly, she flailed with her legs, and managed to hook one of her thighs around Bastion's, the hold tenuous, but her only anchor in this whirlwind of feeling.

	Oh, how Bastion loved the begging! He didn't even have to prompt her for anything extra in her words, the vixen aching for the wolf to give her what she never knew she wanted. He gave her a soft growl and picked up the pace even more, jarring Sherri's smaller body with the impact of his hips, while one of his hands left the confines of her chest to snake down to between her legs. His positioning made the movement just a little clumsy, but...right there! His fingers found Sherri's hidden clit to begin stroking it through her thin dancewear, and the sudden attention caused the vulpine to cry out loudly in pleasure. He attacked that button while he pistoned his throbbing member into his prize, and the vixen soon thrashed underneath him in violent spasms of climax, gushing her release all over his groin and cock. He continued to thrust, but resisted the allure of lodging his knot within the vixen with a mighty exertion of will. He wanted to fill this female...but not just yet. He had to keep up the illusion of training the girl, and it was time to make her work.

	Bastion slowed his thrusts as Sherri finally stilled underneath him, her heavy pants and whines filling the room as she came down from sensory overload. Her body was limp like a ragdoll, which made it easy for Bastion to reposition her; he slid himself from Sherri's moist pussy and picked up her exhausted body to lift onto the couch properly, placing her on her back with her legs spread wide. The petite vulpine was breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to get back to reality, and her once groomed and orderly fur was now unkempt and askew. The wolf could see that her leotard and tights were well-drenched with her fluids between her legs, and he realized that he would have to think fast on how to disguise this mess from her parents...but that was for later. The wolf had an itch that would not be denied, and the false teacher lowered himself down into his student, his cock leading the way as he once again reunited his body with hers. "Now we're really going to stretch those muscles of yours," he growled to her under his breath, lifting one of her legs up and hugging it to his chest and shoulder as he penetrated her once more, finding the opening of those ruined tights and slipping inside to the moist depths of Sherri's tunnel.

	Sherri didn't have the energy to fight against her teacher's intrusion; she didn't even have the energy to murmur a protest. It was as if all the energy she had just moments ago had left her in a rush, to be replaced with a tingling warmth that was both foreign and welcome to her. She wanted to enjoy it, to let it just soak into every corner of her body, but her teacher had other ideas. She felt her body stretch indeed, as Bastion forced her to practically do the splits in her reclined position, her lone leg being pushed back in a vertical position, and then further still as he began to move inside of her once more. Her training in ballet along with her youth allowed her to accept this position without true discomfort, and her earlier spasms of pleasure had left her like putty in her teachers malleable hands. She moaned weakly as the pleasure started to return, becoming more intense now and building quicker than before, like nothing she could have imagined. Little by little, that energy started to return, her body reawakening as it was pressed into the couch cushions by the weight of her teacher.

	Now that Sherri was used to the feeling of his cock inside of her tunnel, the lustful wolf knew he could finally give in to the urges that he had kept at bay for so long. He still had to keep up the illusion of being her teacher, which meant he couldn't kiss the vixen's muzzle or use his tongue on her to lick at her body; those were not the actions of someone training their pupil. But he contented himself with feeling up the vixen with his paws, stroking at her leg and chest while he pinned her down and plunged into her depths. It was enough...perhaps if he broke this tender girl as he did Cindy, she would come to him willingly as the bunny had. "Mmmmph...come now...you're supposed to be stretching. Aaaah..wrap your other leg around my waist, Sherri...flex your toes, move your hips against me..." The wolf uttered the words as if he were in the middle of a lesson, keeping the vixen involved and unsuspecting of her teacher's true goal. He was pleased when he felt her respond almost immediately, her limb hooking around his waist as he instructed, while the vulpine's mating instincts finally activated and caused her roll her body in time with his own. He was even more pleasantly surprised when he felt her arms reach up to cling to the fur on his shoulders, clutching at him wantonly.

	Not wanting to disappoint her teacher, Sherri did her best to follow Bastion's instructions, moving more by feeling rather than technique. It seemed to satisfy the wolf, but the vixen, so determined to earn back her place as the favored student, wanted to be sure. "Ah, aaaah...mmmm...am I...am I doing good, teacher? B-Better than Cindy?" she gasped between thrusts, her fingers clutching to hold onto the wolf's shoulders. He was making her feel so good inside, her head was swimming...she wanted to offer a part of herself to this male, anything to make this moment last, but she didn't know how to do it, how to say it. All she knew was that she wanted to make her teacher proud, and she would give whatever performance he would like. Her heart fluttered a moment as she heard her teacher growl out a response. "Oh yes...you're doing very well. I knew you could handle this. You're a good little ballerina. You can...mmmph...you can be the best...do you want to be the best, Sherri?"

	"I...I want to be the best...aaaaaaahhhHHH!" Bastion heard the vixen cry out once more, her most intense climax so far, and the wolf chose that moment to finally seal the vixen's fate. Clutching onto Sherri's leg, he hammered his cock home deeply, fully intending to hilt himself entirely and lodge his knot within the spasming vulpine. A couple of thrusts, and then that fat bulge would retreat no more, the flesh swelling to tie with Sherri as he prepared to unleash his load. He bucked his hips with short, sharp thrusts, keeping Sherri's climax at its peak while his own rapidly approached. "That's my ballerina...and now the finish!" he cried out as he held the vixen tightly, making sure to press his hips tightly to her own to get his cock fully inside of his conquest. His balls tightened as he began to pump the first load of his hot wolf spunk into the vixen, his sticky essence painting her inner walls to mingle with her fluids. His cock spasmed and throbbed inside of the twitching female, firing streamer after streamer deep into the vixen's core, the knot ensuring that his insidious gift to her would have nowhere to go but towards her waiting womb.

	Bastion relaxed his hold on Sherri a bit as he finished inside of her, looking down at his charge as he relished his victory over the young fox kit. The sensations had been too much for her; she shuddered and twitched as she felt the copious amounts of seed flooding her inner chambers, but she didn't register it consciously, her mind having shut down to let her recover. She looked so lovely and serene, swimming in the delicious afterglow of sex, while his own swimmers hunted for her eggs to fertilize. Bastion chuckled softly under his breath, letting his free hand stroke her chest to enjoy his prize just a little more, knowing that it would be some time before he could slip his knot free. Not that he minded; this one he wanted to feed every last drop of his semen into her pussy, to make sure that she would carry his young. His own payment to her for trying to blackmail him. By the time her parents had figured out why her belly and breasts were growing, he would be long gone.

	The wolf felt his knot softening and shrinking within Sherri's abused passage after about five minutes, but he didn't pull out right away; instead he moved his hips slowly, stirring the spunk within her pussy as he gave slow thrusts, the action eventually stirring the vixen back to the real world as her overstimulated body groaned in protest. "Wakey wakey, my dear. You did very well. But this is just the first part of it. You'll have to come back to continue our exercises." He heard his young charge mumble incoherently, her arms reaching up to pet the wolf reflexively, still somewhat out of it but certainly not complaining. Reflexively, he reached down and stroked Sherri's cheek with his paw, and was pleased to see her reaction as she instinctively rubbed against it with her muzzle, the contented feeling she felt making her very affectionate.

	"Now, I know you might be tempted to try and do these exercises with someone else, but as your instructor, I can tell you that I'm the only one that knows how to properly train you," Bastion lied through his teeth. "Stick with my training regimen, and you'll be a more talented ballerina in no time." Placing his paw on Sherri's chest, he finally pulled back from the vixen's hips, his spent shaft slipping free while coated in his spunk and her fluids. "Plus, you're also going to need to help with the cleanup, Sherri. We kind of made a bit of a mess, and we're to keep this a secret between us, you're going to need to take care of some things when you get home. Here's what you do..."

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	Molly heard the washer running at an odd time of night. She didn't remember throwing a load into the laundry, was someone running the machine on their own? She stepped into the laundry room to see her daughter in her pajamas, watching the machine run patiently. "Sherri, dear, are you running the washer right now?"

	Sherri turned around with a bit of a blush to her cheeks, having been found out. "Oh, yeah mommy. Things got a bit intense at the dance class, so I was just making sure my outfit was clean. Sorry, I wanted to take care of things myself."

	Molly beamed a bit as she saw her youngster taking a bit of responsibility, something that she had mostly ignored up until now in a lot of aspects in her life. "Oh! Well, that's wonderful, Sherri! It's nice to see that you're taking care of your things and paying attention to your dance studies. Now, I want you to maintain that committment, honey. Always keep that higher goal in mind of being the best. We have big plans for you, and we'll do what it takes to reach them." She approached her daughter and patted her head, making Sherri giggle a bit and hug her mother warmly. "I will, mommy," she replied, giving her mother a squeeze.

	"Now, don't stay up too late, Sherri. Once you're done, I want you to get to bed. I know that you're trying to be a good girl, but we can't let that interfere with you getting a good rest. I'll see you in the morning, darling." Molly pet her daughter's ears once, then left to return to her room, assured that her parenting skills were finally yielding fruit. She couldn't wait to tell her social circle about what her daughter was doing on her own, just a little more fuel for her ego.

	Sherri watched her mother depart and breathed a sigh of relief. While she wasn't doing anything bad, it would have been awkward to explain things any further without possibly giving away the secret between herself and her teacher. While the leotard she wore was in perfect condition, the tights and panties she had worn were ripped where Bastion had used his claws. As long as she kept those hidden, no one would ever suspect; she could just wear a different pair of tights and panties if she danced anywhere else. But the wolf had told her to keep the ruined garments handy, and just to wear them for those "special" occasions. She hugged her arms around herself and shivered pleasantly at the memory of her teacher and how he filled her; how could something that was supposed to be exercise feel so good? It almost felt like cheating; she wanted more, and she couldn't wait until the next time she could teacher in private.

	She had asked her teacher about Cindy, about if they would be practicing together, and the wolf had just smiled a secret smile and said, "We'll see." She didn't particularly like the idea of sharing the training with the bunny, but she was still playing catch-up. She remembered what her mother said. "We have big plans for you, and we'll do what it takes to reach them." She would do just that. Whatever it took. She rubbed her belly lightly, unaware of the new life that had been planted there and how it would eventually force those plans to change.