This story contains straight cub(10) vaginal rape, assisted rape, stolen virginity, forced public sex, recording, crying, groping, forced stripping, school sexual abuse, and dealing with confusing feelings around both raping and being raped. If you do not like or cannot handle these topics, please use leave now or use your blacklist. It is nobody's responsibility but your own to make sure you don't see things you can't handle here.

Substitute

Derek walked through the halls of Black Oak Elementary, camera bag in hand as he looked around for room 305. He'd been hired as a last minute substitute teacher for the day while the normal teacher was at a doctor's appointment, the arctic fox grinning from ear to ear when he got the call to come in. He couldn't help but laugh at the stares he got from the children in the hallway as they took in his intimidating stature, the snow white fox towering over even the tallest teachers as he found his class for the day.
Derek ducked slightly to enter the room, his black-tipped ears rubbing against the top of the door frame as he made his way inside. He propped the door open with the wooden wedge on the floor before straightening his suit and heading towards the teacher's desk, setting down his bag and pulling out his camera before he sat down and looked at the seating chart attached to the clipboard in front of him. “Ooh, this will be more fun than I thought.” he thought to himself as he eyed the names on the paper, a sinister grin on his face as he waited for the first bell to ring.
Dexter stood, leaning against the wall out at the front of the school as he looked around for his crush, a pretty little cheetah girl named Connie. The 10 year old gray squirrel boy had spent the year getting close to her, the pair becoming best friends almost instantly. To him, she was the cutest girl in the world. She was a bit dumb, and very naive and easy to manipulate. He always felt bad when he noticed the other kids taking advantage of her kindness, but he'd be lying if he tried to say he hadn't had his own thoughts of seeing how far he could go with her.
Dexter's thoughts of little Connie had started to change a few weeks back when he found some special videos on his dad's laptop, the young boy confused and not understanding what he was looking at, but feeling something stirring deep inside of him as he watched the naked women in the videos scream and cry. He felt awful, sick to his stomach at the thought. He didn't know why the men were naked, or why they were forcing their private parts into the girls, or why the girls were being held down the whole time, but something about the scene lit up his brain and it was hard for him to think of anything else.
The young squirrel found himself imagining little Connie in those situations, wondering how she would look naked, what her cries would sound like, how it would feel if he could just put his privates in hers. The men in those videos always looked like they were having so much fun compared to the girls, it must feel good, right? He didn't like hurting people, he didn't want to hurt Connie, but he couldn't get it out of his head, thinking about what it would be like. He found himself thinking of ways to get her alone, ways to get her to take her clothes off, wondering if he'd be able to hold her down, or if he'd even be able to bring himself to really do any of that if the opportunity arose for him.
Dexter's guilty, shameful thoughts were interrupted when he saw the cheerful little cheetah's familiar hair in the crowd of kids heading towards the door, the teal highlights in her black hair always standing out to him as especially cute. “H-hey, Connie!” Dexter shouted into the crowd as it neared, the young feline quickly stepping out of the middle of the crowd to see her friend.
Connie smiled, always happy to see her nice squirrel friend. She mewled briefly in surprise as a young possum walked by and quickly lifted her skirt to squeeze her butt. The 5th grade kitten blushed and quickly moved to pull her short black skirt back down with a huff as she looked towards the boy heading inside.
Dexter had seen similar things happen a lot throughout the year, recently wishing he could work up the courage to touch her like that himself, even though he knew it was wrong. She never made a big deal of it, often just huffing briefly in frustration as they walked by as though it were just any other normal inconvenience, but Dexter still felt a deep sense of guilt tugging at his heart at the thought. He blushed as he eyed the skinny kitten, smiling awkwardly as she walked towards him.
“Hi Dexter!” she shouted a little louder than intended, always happy to see her best friend. “Waiting for me again? Did the bell ring yet?” she asked, her bubbly and happy voice and personality shining through over her brief irritation at being groped. 
Dexter shook his head, pulling his eyes away from her perfectly flat chest he'd found himself subconsciously staring at, wondering what she looked like under her shirt. “N-no, not yet. Did you want to copy my homework? I think there's still ti-” he was cut off as the first bell rang, both kids sharing a brief look of disappointment before heading inside to find their class.
Dexter walked with Connie through the halls, their classroom in sight as he got lost in his own mind. “I hope she doesn't get in trouble for not doing her homework again.” he thought to himself as the young cheetah sped up slightly, his eyes briefly scanning down her back to her covered ass as his shameful, dirty thoughts came back. The pair rounded the corner into the classroom, both briefly surprised by the immensely tall arctic fox sitting at the teacher's desk as they made their way to their seats. 
Dexter sat in his hard plastic seat, eyes glued to the man at the front of the class, noticing his blood red eyes locked onto little Connie as she sat down in the seat next to him. The man's gaze sent a chill down the young boy's spine, little Connie none the wiser to the eyes glued to her as she sat and waited for the second bell to ring for class to begin. 
Derek's eyes quickly jumped to the young rodent in the chair next to the girl he'd been eyeing, smirking and laughing to himself at the brief terrified look on the boy's face when he noticed the piercing red eyes now trained on him before he looked away. He watched the young squirrel jolt in surprise when the second bell rang, laughing again at how jumpy he seemed to be. “Oh yeah, today will be VERY fun.” he thought as he stood to introduce himself to the class.
“Hello, children,” he said as all the cubs looked up in awe at the large man towering over the class, his soft, almost calming voice a stark contrast to his terrifying stature. “I'm Derek, you can call me Mr. Derek.” he continued. “I'm your sub for the day. There won't be much in the way of classwork today, and I wasn't given any homework to hand out, so we'll be watching movies until lunch time today, with a very special lesson after you get back.” The class cheered, happy there would be no work to do today as Derek wheeled the old TV trolley out from the corner and into the middle of the room in front of the teacher's desk.
Dexter watched as the immensely tall fox leaned over to pop an old tape into the VCR, the young squirrel happy to have a day free from classwork even if the teacher absolutely terrified him. His ears twitched as the TV flicked on, his eyes drawn to the small ancient CRT strapped to the plastic cart as the movie's intro ads started to play. The sound of the door closing caught his attention as his head swung around to see Derek just in time for him to turn off the lights, their eyes briefly meeting as the fox gave the boy a dark smirk that sent a shiver down his spine just before he hit the switch and the room went dark.
Connie sat with her eyes glued to the screen, watching the movie entirely unaware of the 2 different pairs of eyes glued to her. Derek sat behind his desk, his piercing gaze trained straight on her through the empty shelf on the cart under where the TV sat, patiently waiting for lunch time as he thought about his plan for the day. Dexter's eyes were glued to her as well, the 10 year old cheetah entirely unaware that part of her skirt had flipped up when she sat down, the young squirrel's eyes glued to her upper thigh where just the barest hint of her pink cotton panties visible to him, illuminated by the TV. 
Dexter's heart raced as his shameful thoughts flooded through his mind. He'd never seen this much of her before, and now he so desperately wanted to see more. He felt sick to his stomach as he imagined the pretty little kitty in place of one of the older women in his dad's videos. He imagined flipping her skirt up and tearing off her panties, his brain working on overdrive trying to imagine what her little pussy would look like as he bared it to the world. 
Dexter jolted as the bell rang, the young boy so lost in his mind he hadn't noticed the first movie had already ended and it was time for recess. He watched as Connie stood from her seat, disappointed when her skirt flipped back down and robbed him of his new favorite view. He smiled when the young feline motioned for him to follow her outside, Dexter quickly reaching into his backpack to pull out a bag of fruit snacks before he stood and followed her out the door.
Dexter and Connie sat next to each other on the swings, Dexter holding out his fruit snacks to share with her as she smiled and took a small handful. “Thanks! These ones are my favorite.” she said happily as she tossed them in her mouth, Dexter quickly following suit with his own little handful. “Did you like the movie?” she asked, catching Dexter off guard.
“Movie?” he asked, confused until he remembered what he was supposed to be doing in class, the young boy blushing briefly as he realized he'd spent nearly 2 hours staring at his best friends legs, imagining using her as a disposable toy. “Oh! Uh, yeah. It was...funny.” he continued, hoping his answer didn't sound dumb.
Connie smiled and nodded happily. “Yeah, it was funny. I liked the part where…” the young cheetah's words faded into the background as Dexter found himself stuck in his own head again, his body on autopilot as he smiled and nodded along to her words as she began to happily describe her favorite scenes in full detail. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he stopped his swing, sitting still now as he looked over to Connie, noticing the way her skirt flew back every time she swung forward granting him a brief full view of her panties every few seconds. He felt himself hardening in his pants, unconsciously rubbing his crotch as his mind wandered to unsavory places once again.
Dexter jolted as the bell rang, snapping him out of his shameful thoughts again, the young rodent quickly shaking his head and standing from his swing. He headed back to class with Connie following just behind. He could hear her still talking, but he couldn't register anything she was saying. He felt strange, a tightness in his chest as he tried to fight off his bad thoughts. He didn't want to hurt his best friend, really. He wanted these thoughts to go away, he wanted to go back to just being her friend like normal, back to how he felt before he found that first video.
The young squirrel couldn't remember getting back to class when he snapped back to reality, already in his seat and most of the way through another movie. He looked around briefly, his eyes stopping as they met with Derek’s, the teacher staring at him with a smirk, as though he knew what was going on in the boy's head. He looked up to the clock just as the lunch bell rang. He grabbed his backpack to pull out his lunch bag when Derek's shadow loomed over his desk. “You're staying in here for lunch.” he said, Dexter's fur visibly standing on end despite the man's soft voice and calm, quiet tone. The young boy looked up and gulped, nodding slowly.
Derek waited for everyone to leave the room before he closed the door and locked it, Dexter sweating nervously as the towering fox sat in Connie's seat next to him. “You've been staring at her all day. She's a pretty one, isn't she?” he asked with a knowing smile. “Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I'm going to help you.” he continued as Dexter sat and listened.
Connie sat alone in the cafeteria eating her lunch, sad to not have her normal lunch buddy with her. She thought he seemed strange lately, easily distracted like something was bothering him, today especially. She wanted to help him feel better, it made her sad to see him acting so weird lately. She hoped he'd talk to her about what was bothering him eventually, wanting nothing more than to help her friend go back to his normal sweet and happy self as she ate her lunch.
Dexter blushed hotly, his pants feeling especially tight as Derek moved to sit back at the teacher's desk when the bell rang for the end of lunch. “There's no way he's serious...no way, he's totally messing with me. A teacher wouldn't do something like that, right?” he thought to himself as he watched his classmates start coming back in. His eyes locked onto Connie as she came in and smiled at him, making him blush even harder as he smiled back trying to pretend like everything was fine.
Derek was busy scribbling on the whiteboard as the last bell rang, the final few students quickly making their way to their seats before the fox stuck his head out the door to make sure there was nobody else coming before he closed and locked it. The TV blocked the view of the board, none of the kids able to fully make out what the man was writing yet. “Dexter, walk this sheet around the room.” he said, the young squirrel's heart racing as he jumped up from his seat to quickly grab the clipboard on the teacher's desk. “You can sign first.” 
The young squirrel quickly signed his name on the sheet before taking it around to every desk while Derek continued. “We're having a very special lesson today, everybody here has to sign this contract saying you won't talk about what happened here today. This is legally binding. If you tell ANYBODY what you learned here today, well, I hope you like sleeping in a cage for the rest of your life.” he lied, his stature and serious tone alone enough to scare them all into agreeing. 
Derek loved this part. The control, the power he knew he had without even having to do anything, the knowledge that he could do literally anything he wanted to any one of the children sitting in front of him and face no consequences because they were afraid they'd be next if they ever even mentioned it, nothing made him happier. He watched as Dexter walked around the room, everybody silently signing their name on the paper until he slowed down, taking a minute to breathe before he shakily walked up to Connie's desk and handed it to her. The young cheetah happily signed, excited to be included in a big secret lesson. 
Dexter knew Connie was great with secrets. She'd never tell a soul anything you trusted her with, always just so happy to be involved. That trust tugged at his heart, an awful feeling washing over him as she smiled and signed her name, not knowing what was coming. He continued to the last row of students, his hands shaking as he took the last signature and walked it back to the teacher's desk. 
Derek gestured for Dexter to move the TV cart as he finished writing on the whiteboard and capped his marker, setting it down. The boy moved the cart then stood back at the front of the class, turning to read the board. “MR. DEREK'S 5TH GRADE SEXUAL EDUCATION” was written on the board. Next to it, “TODAY'S VOLUNTEERS” was written, followed by a crude drawing of 2 stick figures, one plain and one with a skirt. Dexter's name was written next to the plain figure, the other still blank.
Derek stood to address the class, everyone looking up to him as he towered over Dexter's seemingly minuscule 10 year old frame. “Today we're learning about reproduction! We'll be having a special hands on demonstration, and little Dexter here is our male volunteer. Unfortunately, we don't yet have a female volunteer, but it seems there's only one girl in this class, so congratulations Connie! Why don't you step on up here and take a seat on the edge of my desk.” 
Connie smiled and stood, excited to be chosen for something special without even having to ask. She quickly made her way to the front of the class and sat on the edge of the teacher's desk, her legs swinging happily as she waited to see what important work she'd been volunteered for. She couldn't feel the eyes on her from all the kids in class staring at her crotch, her short skirt angled just right to show off everything underneath from how she sat.
Derek reached for a black marker and quickly doodled a crude diagram of a cervix and ovaries on the board. “Today we're learning about sex.” he said, smiling as the class giggled at the dirty word and drawing on the board. “Specifically, about the female body and how reproduction works. Connie, please remove your shirt to show the class your chest.”
Connie turned her head to look at Derek, her face frozen in confusion as she blushed hotly. “I-I don't...what? I don't want to do that...that's private!” she stuttered out nervously, refusing her given task.
“That's okay, Connie. You don't have to. Dexter, if you'd be so kind as to assist Connie in removing her shirt for the class, please.” he said, shooting the anxious squirrel a look with his piercing red eyes that told him to hurry. Derek quickly picked up and turned on his camera, having it set up and recording just as Dexter started to reach his shaky hands out to the hem of Connie's shirt.
Dexter looked Connie in the eye, both children clearly nervous and scared about being in front of the class, and about what was about to happen. Dexter felt sick to his stomach as he began to pull up Connie's shirt, the creamy fur of her stomach slowly revealed as he began to pull it up, surprised at Connie’s lack of struggle as he noticed her just quietly sitting and starting to cry as he exposed her to the room. A sick excitement filled the young boy as he watched her cry, his pants tightening once again as he felt himself getting hard, finally getting to see parts of his crush he'd been fantasizing about for weeks.   
Dexter gasped as he lifted her shirt up fully, revealing her flat chest to the class, and the camera in Derek's hands as the fox rounded the desk to make sure he got everything on film for later. He stopped to stare at her practically nonexistent breasts until he heard Derek grunt at him impatiently, causing the boy to quickly pull her top all the way off and toss it to the floor. He squeaked out a quiet apology to Connie as Derek gestured for the boy to step aside to reveal her to the class.
Derek smiled a wide, toothy grin as he watched Connie move her arms to cover herself, the young cheetah clearly embarrassed and ashamed to be so exposed. Derek moved slowly around Connie, recording close ups of every bit of her from her blushing, crying face all the way down to the soft fur just above the waistband of her skirt. “Dexter, hold her arms back.” Derek commanded, Dexter quickly reaching out with shaky hands to force the young girl's arms away from her chest. 
Dexter's heart ached. He could feel Connie trembling and sobbing as she sat helplessly trying not to fight too much. She hated this, she hated feeling exposed, she hated being recorded. She could put up with a lot of harassment in the form of surprise groping and naughty comments she didn't understand about her looks, but this was a new level of discomfort and violation, and Dexter hated being the one forcing her to cry like she was. 
“These,” Derek motioned with his hands towards Connie's flat chest, “are tits. Or, they will be, eventually. Connie's still a little young, but they'll grow at least a little bit real soon, I'm sure. Notice her nipples, how pointy they are now. A girl's nipples only harden like this when she's excited, so as you can see, Connie is very much enjoying what's happening to her right now.” he lied, smiling as he saw all the boys staring and gobbling up every word of bullshit he spewed out. “Dexter, why don't you give them a feel? See how hard they are. Tell everyone what little Connie's tits feel like.”
Dexter squeaked nervously, avoiding all eye contact with Connie as he quietly whispered another apology to her before letting go of her arms and reaching for her chest. Connie fought hard to keep her arms down and not cover herself again, trembling and sobbing louder as Dexter's shaky hands made contact with her hardened nubs. Dexter gasped as he finally touched his crush, her crying fueling his excitement as well as his overwhelming sense of guilt as he gently massaged over her nipples. “How do they feel, Dexter? Describe them for everyone.” Derek said softly, a sinister grin on his face as he watched the blushing visibly gulp as he thought of what to say.
Dexter slowly circled his thumbs around her stiff nubs as he opened his mouth. “I-i uhm, they feel, uh, h-hard? B-but also soft...uh, it…” he paused and gulped again before continuing. “They feel, uhm, k-kinda soft and squishy on the e-edges.” he stopped to breathe for a brief moment as his thumbs circled her stiff nubs. “I really like it…” he whispered the last part quiet enough that only Connie could hear, causing her to blush even harder as she struggled with her own confusing feelings at being molested by her best friend in front of the entire class.
Derek set a large hand on Dexter's head and ruffled his long, dark gray hair. “You're doing great, kid. We're almost to the best part. Why don't you go ahead and pull her panties down now,” he said, excitement clear in his voice. “Keep the skirt on, though. Just the panties off.” he continued as he crouched down to zoom in on Connie's cotton covered crotch. 
Dexter gulped hard, sweating now as he reached down to flip up her skirt and get his first real clear peek at her crotch, the sight sending a jolt of excitement through him even through his shame as he realized this was really happening now, after all the time he'd spent fantasizing. He reached forward slowly, taking deep breaths to calm himself as he reached the elastic band of her underwear before curling his fingers just underneath for grip before slowly pulling down, subconsciously holding his breath as more and more of her pubic mound was revealed to him. He gasped hard as he finally uncovered her pristine, undeveloped little slit. It was far more beautiful than he could have imagined, his cheeks flushing hotter than ever as he pulled her panties all the way down her legs and crouched down at eye level with her tight hole to get a good look at it.
Derek’s voice snapped him out of his trance as he stared at the young girl in front of him. “You can keep those,” he said, gesturing to the soft cloth garment in his hands as he slipped them off of her entirely. “It's good for a boy to keep a souvenir from his first little cunt.” 
Dexter nodded and stuffed Connie's panties into his pocket before Derek told him to step away to reveal Connie's most intimate bits to the rest of the class, the young girl audibly sobbing and visibly shaking in fear and embarrassment as uncomfortable feelings of shame churned in her stomach. She didn't want to be here anymore. She wanted to get up and run away, but the giant fox recording her made her afraid to even attempt to cover herself anymore even as she felt his hot breath blowing against her bared crotch. 
“This, class,” Derek said as he stood and pointed at her tiny slit, “is Connie's little pussy. This is where the fun happens. This is where you stick your little cock to make her belong to you. It might not look like much to some of you now, but you'll understand soon, I'm sure. Dexter, why don't you take of your own pants now.” he finished, turning the camera towards the little squirrel boy, his blush burning brightly through the light gray fur of his cheeks. 
Dexter could feel his heart skip a beat when Derek told him to strip. He knew it was coming, but it still caught him off guard. He visibly trembled as he slowly nodded and reached for the button on his jeans with shaky hands. He fumbled with his button for a moment before he finally got it undone, his unsteady fingers now struggling to grasp his zipper until he finally managed to get it down and pull his pants and underwear off in one quick motion, taking a second to breathe before stepping out of the pile of cloth now bundled around his ankles. 
Dexter's preteen length jutted proudly from him, pointing towards the class, his rock hard 3 and a half inch uncut length visibly bobbing in excitement as the cool air of the room blew against it. His heart felt like it was ready to explode out of his chest at any moment, barely able to breathe anymore as he saw the entire class eyeing his immature meat. His vision blurred as he struggled to hold back his own tears now, the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable adding to his crushing sense of guilt from realizing how Connie must be feeling as he heard her still sobbing on the desk next to him.
Dexter struggled not to cover himself as Derek crouched to film him, zooming in on his on his foreskin covered cock and making sure to get it from every angle before moving up to the boy's face to record his visible shame. The young squirrel stood with his eyes closed as Derek stepped off to the side again and pointed at his crotch. “This is a cock. I'm fairly certain the rest of you in here have one. This is what you shove in a girl's hole to make her yours, and to make babies. Little Dexter here is going to show you all how it's done now.” 
Dexter's heart skipped a beat, his stomach tying itself in anxious knots as his young mind processed Derek's words. “Oh god, this is it. It's actually happening. I'm really going to do it…” he thought to himself on repeat as he nervously positioned himself between his best friend's legs and took a good long look at her terrified, tear drenched face. He saw Derek behind the desk clearing a space and quickly pulling on Connie's shoulders to lay her down before he held up the camera again. 
Dexter stood at the perfect height for his little cock to be level with Connie's pristine hole as she laid on the desk, anxiously watching her best friend prepare to violate her. Dexter flipped her skirt up higher so he could see her little mound better before he spread her legs a little further apart to give himself some room to work. “S-sorry, Connie.” he whispered out as he grasped his throbbing little rod and stepped forward, pressing it against the entrance of Connie's little cunt. 
The young squirrel gasped in surprise at how warm the outside of Connie's hole felt against his still covered tip. He heard her sobbing start to grow louder as she lost control of her emotions and let her fear out into the open. Dexter pushed forward, struggling slightly as he tried to angle himself to find her hole, both children gasping in surprise when he finally found it and rapidly thrust forward, fully sheathing himself inside of her, his foreskin rapidly rolling back and baring his sensitive pink tip as it rubbed against her clenching walls. 
Connie yelped out loud as Dexter's rock hard rod tore through something inside her, the young cheetah quickly reaching forward to try to push her friend away as she cried harder and harder both in fear and in pain from her poor stinging hole. Dexter quickly grabbed her wrists and leaned forward, pinning them to the desk at her sides as she gasped again in surprise. “Dexter, please, it hurts!” she managed to squeak out before the pain made it too hard to speak.
Dexter stood with his mouth agape, amazed at the incredible warmth and tightness around his penis. He looked down at his friend as she laid before him, entirely bare save for the skirt crumpled around her waist. A strange sensation washed over him. Not just the pleasure on his cock, but a pleasure in his brain. A sense of strength, power, and control he'd never felt before, a sensation he'd never imagined as he realized he was finally holding his best friend down and having his way with her. He knew she couldn't stop him, he could tell by her face that she didn't have any fight in her as he pinned her wrists to the desk and stood balls deep inside of her.
A pleasurable shiver ran through the young rodent's spine as he slowly pulled back, remembering his father's videos. He watched Connie wince and shiver as he moved inside of her, the sadness and betrayal on her face making him throb as any last shred of guilt and shame washed from him and was replaced by pure pleasure. He felt Connie's insides gripping at him tightly as he pulled back, forcing his foreskin to roll slowly over his bare head, the feeling making him moan softly as his body adjusted to these new overwhelming sensations.
Connie felt utterly defeated as she watched her friend rape her. She couldn't recognize the boy she was looking at anymore, all sense of love and warmth normally present in his eyes now replaced with a violent hunger that scared her. Her insides hurt, her stomach and chest in tight knots as she cried and struggled to deal with both the physical and emotional pain she was now experiencing. She couldn't understand why he was doing this, why he he seemed so happy to cause her this pain as he held her down and had his way with her. He was scary like this, but he seemed be enjoying it, so maybe she was in the wrong here for feeling bad. She grappled with these new confusing thoughts as she hissed again from the searing heat stabbing through her underdeveloped tunnel as the young boy she'd spent all year befriending sheathed himself entirely inside of her once again.
Dexter moaned loudly in pleasure as Connie's walls pulsed around his sensitive tip. His hips seemed to be on auto pilot, his brain overwhelmed with pleasure as Connie's slick, hot kitten cunt constricted around his rod while his thrusts picked up speed. Every little ridge and ripple inside of her tickled against the folds of his foreskin as he thrust forward into her, those same ridges causing that skin to roll back over his throbbing tip as immature pre cum leaked out of his cock and helped to further lubricate his next thrusts.
The world around the kids on Derek’s desk faded away, entirely nonexistent to the two children who were focused only on each other, neither knowing nor caring where they were anymore. The class watched on, fully enamored with the display before them as they watched Dexter's hips pick up speed into a blur, his tail and ears twitching excitedly as the sound of his immature balls smacking against Connie's ass echoed off the walls of the classroom. Derek walked around them with the camera, crouching down behind Dexter to make sure to get a good shot of the penetration from below before he rounded back to the other side of the desk to zoom in and get more footage from the front as well.
Connie's sobs slowly died down as she got used to the stinging pain inside of her, eventually fading into a dull ache as her only friend continued to have his way with her. She sniffled lightly, still afraid of the hunger in the boy's eyes, but justifying it in her mind as something he clearly needed. She was helping him. Somehow, some way, she could tell he needed this. It hurt so much, she didn't like what they were doing or how it felt, but she felt like she was helping whatever was wrong with him. She forced herself to be brave for her friend, only letting out quiet whimpers occasionally when the pain from a thrust was too much to bear quietly.
Dexter was lost in pleasure as he felt a strange pressure begin to build in his pelvis. A weird kind of tickle inside of him he'd never felt before as his oversensitive cock head throbbed inside of the young girl in front of him. He hunched over more, his thrusts becoming more shallow, but grinding as deeply as he could and picking up speed as that pressure built up more and more. Moans poured freely from his opened maw as his fur began to stand up, the young boy anxious about the strange new sensation he was feeling. It scared him, something felt off, but at the same time it felt far too good to stop as that strange pressure reached the base of his tingling little prick.
The young rodent thrust one last time before he let out an embarrassing squeak, his underdeveloped little cock throbbing harder than ever inside of his best friend's constricting tunnel as he unleashed his first spurts of thin, watery young semen as deep inside of her as he could. The sensation was utterly overwhelming, his vision blurred as white hot pleasure washed over his entire body. He trembled as he stood in place, fully sheathed in her as his little balls worked overtime to release everything they had as his cock throbbed harder and harder until it eventually slowed, the almost painful sensation of his first orgasm slowly fading as he struggled to catch his breath. 
A deep sense of relief washed over Dexter as his orgasm faded, the young boy unable to stop himself from hissing uncomfortably from the sensation of trying to pull out of little Connie as his now overstimulated cock tingled painfully trying to free itself from the confines of the cheetah's tight hole. He finally pulled free, a tiny trickle of thin, cloudy squirrel cum briefly dripping from her slightly gaped hole as the bell rang for the end of school. He took a moment to catch his breath as new, awful feelings washed over him as he met his best friend's eyes. She looked sad, weak and empty as she laid there staring back at him. Her face was visibly soaked from crying, her eyes bloodshot from the tears and the pain, a sense of shame visible in her face as she watched Dexter's expression contort from one of relief to one of devastation.
Dexter's heart absolutely shattered in his chest. “Oh, Connie...what did I do. Oh god, why, why would I do that, what's wrong with me, oh my god!” Dexter screamed at himself in his own mind as tears began to pour from his eyes. Derek zoomed in on his face, savoring every ounce of misery visible on both of them after the intense display. Dexter reached down with shaky hands to pull on his pants, quickly zipping and buckling them before grabbing his backpack and running for the door, stopped as he tried to turn the handle only to find it still locked. 
Derek took one last pass around little Connie still on his desk to get a close up of her freshly deflowered hole before he finally turned off the camera and leaned over to hand the cheetah her shirt. “You did good today, Connie. I'm sure you'll make a great girlfriend for Dexter. He clearly likes you a lot.” he said as she sat up and pulled her shirt on, standing on wobbly legs as she pulled her skirt down, embarrassed to not have any underwear to cover her leaking hole with. Derek made his way to the door to unlock it, Dexter too out of it to realize he could have easily turned the lock on his own already as he struggled with the guilt and shame absolutely crushing his heart.
Connie watched as Dexter bolted out of the room, quickly followed by the rest of her classmates as she struggled to walk back to her desk to grab her own backpack and leave. Derek walked up behind her as she bent over, flipping her skirt up to slap her bare ass and laughing as she turned around and glared at him. “It's a compliment. It means you're pretty. Did you see how he was looking at you? He clearly agrees.” the fox said with a laugh as he turned back to his desk to pack his camera and leave.
Dexter laid on his bed, hugging a pillow tightly as he beat himself up for hurting his friend. His mind flashed back to her pained face and his stomach churned. He couldn't believe he actually did that, he hoped he'd never do it again, but he didn't know if he'd be able to stop himself if he had another chance. He remembered how good it felt, actually being inside of his crush, the intense relief that washed over him before he ran home crying, it all left him so confused. Why did he like it? Why did he want more? Why did his best friend have to suffer just so he could feel good for a few minutes? These questions ran through his brain all night as he struggled to sleep, his mind plagued with Connie’s bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks.
Connie slowly limped her way back home, her legs still wobbly from her classroom assault. She slumped down onto her bed and closed her eyes, thinking back to what happened. Her poor little pussy throbbed and ached, still sore from what she'd been forced to endure, but she thought back to what Derek told her. “You'll make a great girlfriend for Dexter.” That quote echoed in her mind and made her blush. She liked Dexter a lot, he was her best friend and one of the only kids who was really nice to her. He always listened to her, he showed interest in what she liked, and he even shared his own interests with her. She loved seeing him at school every day, and she loved that he always let her copy his homework because he knew she never did it.
Connie spent the weekend replaying the attack in her mind. Every time she thought about it, the less scary it seemed, and the less pain she remembered. She didn't like it, but she thought if letting Dexter do that to her was all it took to make him hers, she could do it for him. She told herself she could do anything to make him happy.