Posted on 2021-11-27 06:11:46
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[spoiler=Story]<<www.furaffinity.net/view/13568845/|The Coach Is a Whistle Blower! 6>> by <<www.furaffinity.net/user/daniwolf/|Daniwolf>>

With Franklin's craving for vengeance now sated, Vivian's anti-bully spell slowly began to wear off, allowing the fox to return to his meager self bit by bit while also letting him become more and more aware of the wet warmth dribbling down his crotch. Franklin shook his head hard to clear the hypnotic fog as his eyes drifted down to find the plush rear of his favorite teacher clutched firmly in his paws. His eyes widened in horror as he watched the thick white cream trickle from her tight nether lips as she lay humming happily face down on the cool locker room floor. His still hard cock twitched as he held it buried deeply between her thighs. What had he done?

In a panic, Franklin abruptly tugged himself free of his mentors wet womanhood with a loud sucking squelch. His heart began to race as he quickly scrabbled to his feet and frantically began to search for his clothes. Finding them in a nearby pile of cheer uniforms, he quickly used one of the pleated skirts to wipe himself clean. He flicked the feminine garment away, letting it splatter against a steel locker door as he squirmed his way into his T-shirt and jeans and then bolted for the exit, much to the disappointment of the other three girls who were left unfulfilled and unnoticed by the frantic fox as he tore out the room at full speed.

The door to the girl's locker room shut quietly behind him as Franklin padded hurriedly down the carpeted hall. But he had only made it a few feet before he felt his body slam into a solid pillar of muscle. The young fox grunted as a fist the size of a dinner plate reached down and roughly ripped his medallion from around his neck while another curled into a boulder of knuckles at the end of a massive arm in front of his eyes. "IMMA PUNCH YOUR FACE!" A voice bellowed. "Oh god. Please don't." Franklin whimpered as he felt the color drain from his face as he stared up into the glowering mug of the school's star quarterback.

"Easy Hormel." A smooth voice said from behind Franklin's back. "Franky here was just going to use his little shiny to convince coach D. to let us in on all the fun he's been having with our girls. Weren't you Frank?" The big bull snorted, clearly still wanting to feel his fist against Franklin's head. "Uh. Yeah. Okay." Franklin stuttered as he easily recognized the voice as belonging to Priester, the schools star jerk. "Good" replied the squirrel "Because if you don't, Hormel here is going to make sure you never screw another girl again and and Coach D. will be using those tits of hers to earn her next paycheck down on the street corner!"[/spoiler]