Morris Community College was always known for their lackluster physical education program. For years, their track-and-field and cross-country teams were the laughingstock of the local institutions during state-wide events. In addition, the college staff pointed fingers at various reasons as to why they were never successful in winning medals. When it came right down to it, the college lacked the expertise of a capable physical education instructor; one who had years of experience as an athlete, and knew what it took to win.

They spent the entire off-season searching schools state-wide, attempting to find the answer to their field sports woes. Eventually, their eyes turned to a former Morris sprinter named Kaji Aldewolf. At 6’4” and 175 pounds, he was a physical specimen on the track. Kaji had set the college record for the 200 meter sprint at 18.33, led the college’s 4x400 relay team to a school record run of 2:54.13, and earned 3 gold medals and 2 silver medals during his collegiate career. 
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It was a warm Monday morning at Morris Community College as the students began to file into the building, some casually walking with friends or rushing to make it to their morning classes. Instructor Adlewolf’s gym was towards the back of the East Hall, easily a brisk 5 minute walk from the building entrance to the door of his gym. Students that go to his physical education classes during the week get a little bit of a workout even before arriving; something the draolf took a little bit of humor in.

Kaji was a hybrid species; part dragon, part wolf, and quite the sight to behold, standing at a lofty 6’4”. He wore an obsidian black windbreaker jumpsuit that matched the hue of his fur completely, with blue streaks running down either side of the legs, and an unzipped jacket with a white tank-top underneath of it to show off his chest. Around his neck was a digital stopwatch and a key to his office that hung from a key ring hooked to a nylon strap. The left side of his face played host to a single scar that dragged down past his eye. A cloth hand towel lay slung over his right shoulder, used to wipe his face or hands off. A pair of imposing wings rested folded and concealed behind his back; they didn’t have much use during classes other than stretching them out during breaks. His wide paws were left unhindered by any piece of clothing; in fact, the hybrid never cared for shoes to begin with, stating that they ‘hold him back’.

As his students entered the gym - some walking normally, others dragging their feet - he nodded and smiled in acknowledgement, though from the initial glance-over of his students, Kaji was thinking otherwise.

‘Ugh, just look at them. If they can’t handle a five minute walk, how are they gonna be ready for track-and-field?’ The draolf’s brow furrowed a bit in displeasure, then promptly remembered why he was signed on as the college’s PE instructor and track-and-field coach.

“Alright, class, good morning!” the instructor belted out, echoing off the walls of the gym. Though his tone wasn’t deep, it possessed a commanding presence, and the students’ collective eyes shot right open, all staring up at the towering ebony-furred male. “Now listen up, there’s a lot of ground to cover today, and not a lot of time in which to work with. I need you all to go back into the locker room and change, and meet me outside on the track. We start in fifteen minutes; if I see you come out past then, don’t bother participating. Move it!”

As his students scurried out of gym and into the locker room, he slipped into his office and sat down, sighing heavily as he pulled up the attendance list on his computer. Not a moment later, his ear perked up as the sound of a knock filled the air. He turned to his office door, and his facial expression lightened up almost instantly.

“Good, Artie, you’re here,” he exclaimed pleasantly, bolting up out of his chair.

Artemis Prower dwarfed in comparison to the ebony hybrid, only standing 5’7”. An arctic fox, his fur was of the purest white, void of any markings. His blue eyes gave his entire figure the resemblance of a clear winter morning. The ivory vulpine stood in the door outfitted in a deep blue jumpsuit; jacket zipped up towards the top of his chest with his hands dug deep in the pockets. His paws were adorned with sharp black claws, with pink pads underneath. Like the draolf instructor, Artemis also went without shoes of any kind, claiming his bare paws were much more comfortable.

“Hope I’m not too late, Mr. Aldewolf,” Artie replied, glancing up at the towering ebony male, hand extended in offering of a handshake.

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Kaji said back, clasping his own paw with that of his aid’s, shaking it firmly. “We’re just about to get started here. That track meet is next weekend, and we gotta shape these guys and girls up.”

“Oh yeah… I almost forgot about that. Do you really think they’re gonna be able to compete?”

Kaji just shook his head as he reached down to his desk, picking up a clipboard and pen. “Highly doubt it. This group’s not what I would call ‘contender material’. In the future, maybe…”

He handed the vulpine assistant the clipboard and pen, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Head out to the track. I told the class we were gonna be out there today.”

Artie nodded and shuffled towards the office door, making his way to the gym exit where the track was. As the draolf began to follow him, he stopped mid-stride, eyes peering down to the fox’s tail and the posterior it hid.

‘Damn, he’s pretty cute,’ he thought to himself as he locked the office door, following his assistant out to the track.

Kaji grunted a bit and let his wings stretch out for a brief moment, folding them back in as he was greeted by the large cluster of students, all in proper uniform and holding varying sizes of water bottles.

‘At least they came prepared,’ snarked the hybrid to himself as he stepped over to the starting line.

“Alright, guys and girls listen up,” Instructor Aldewolf began, motioning his assistant over beside him. “We’re gonna start this morning off with meter sprints. There’s a track meet coming up next weekend, and we’re participating in the 200 and 400 meter sprints. Artie and I will show you the basics of stance and pacing, and then you’re going to run a few for me.”

The draolf pulled out a small touch screen cell phone and turned it on to check the time. “Okay, I want everyone to break off into groups of five and warm up with stretches. We’ll start in about ten minutes. Let’s go, people!”

Clipboard in hand, Artie took a step closer to the onyx hybrid, one eye peering up to him while the other paid some attention to the students across from them.

“Have they really never sprinted before?” asked the snow fox, eyeridge quirked in curiosity.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Kaji replied with a scoff. “And the college wants me to turn them into annual contenders. Easier said than done, I think.”

“And you said the meet’s next weekend?”

“Sure is. Now you see why this is gonna be a long couple of weeks?”

Artie buried his face in a hand, rubbing his temples in an attempt to relieve some of the mental pain from his superior’s explanation.

“Ten minutes is up!” shouted the draolf as he stepped over to his group of students, arms folded across his chest. Artemis followed closely behind, clipboard in one hand, and the other slipped into the pocket of his jacket.

“Before we begin, I want a show of hands for those that have sprinted before.”

The students looked at one another befuddled, only a small fraction raising their hands at their instructor’s beckoning.

“I see…” Kaji sighed, head slowing nodding in unfortunate acknowledgement. “Alright, well pay attention then. Artie here is going to show you the proper stance when sprinting. Artie?”

He turned back to his vulpine assistant and nodded once as the ivory fox dropped his clipboard to the ground and stepped onto the track.

“Alright guys, the stance itself is pretty simple,” Artie began, demonstrating to the students as he bent down to the track, right leg bent backwards with his heel angled forwards. His shoulders drooped loosely in front of him, body at a 90-degree angle.

The fox began to describe in detail the sprinter’s three point stance, but ironically Kaji was the only one not paying attention. His mind wandered elsewhere, gazing up and down the slender male’s bent over form, taking in his assistant’s flexibility.

‘Damn, there are a few stances I’d want to see you in,’ he thought, shifting his body a bit from the developing mental image. The last thing Kaji wanted to have happen was one of his students or Artie himself catch the draolf staring.

“Okay, first group line up!” commanded the instructor, looking onward as the first set of students walked onto the track. Artie helped them into the sprinter’s stance individually, and once they were ready to go, he strode back over beside Kaji. The hybrid held an arm up, stopwatch in his other hand ready to clock.

“And… go!” he shouted out. His students were slow getting off their release, which immediately caused Kaji’s face to cringe.

“Dammit, their releases were terrible,” he exclaimed, scoffing and shaking his head. Artemis ignored his superior’s frustration, picking the clipboard up off the ground as the sprinters made their way around the track. This was going to be the beginning of a long day.

When the first group crossed the finish line, Kaji stopped the timer and peered down at the time, disgust pasted all over his face.

“They’re seven seconds over the the state average,” he muttered down to Artie, a hand cupped over the side of his mouth so no one else could overhear him. “Last year’s last place team finished four seconds ahead of this. How can we expect to compete with unacceptable times like these?”

“Alright guys, listen up,” Kaji replied as the first group of sprinters returned back to the cluster. “We’re going to spend the rest of the day working on your release out of the three point stance. What I saw there was just not good enough; I’m going to drill you and drill you until each and every one of you can do it right!”

The rest of the morning and part of the early afternoon was spend with a frustrated Instructor Aldewolf and his assistant working with each student individually, identifying problem areas in each student’s stance, and how to fix it so they could get a strong, quick release.

The ebony draolf’s mind and eyes occasionally wandered during that multiple hour span, catching a glimpse here and there of the arctic fox’s slender frame bent down to the ground. By the time the two cycled through all the students, it was 3:30 in the afternoon.

“Good job today, guys,” he said with a subtle hint of sarcasm; something only he and his aide picked up on. “Tomorrow, we’re going to spend the first part of class in the film room, watching and analyzing some of the other colleges’ sprinters. After that, it’s back out here for some more practice.”

Kaji grabbed the clipboard from Artie’s hands and removed the stopwatch from around his neck. “You’re finished for today. Get out of here and clean up. I’ll see you all tomorrow!”

As the students began shuffling tiredly back into the building, the hybrid exhaled a deep sigh of relief, reaching out and giving his assistant a pat on the shoulder.

“Glad that’s over,” he said, motioning Artie to follow him back into the office. “I’m going to head back into my office and put the attendance into my records. I imagine you have a couple of things to do, so why don’t you meet me back in my office in… 15 minutes? I’d like to… get your opinion on something.”

Artie nodded his head once and ran ahead of the dracolupine, leaving Kaji to his own devices. Happy that his day was finally over, he took his time walking back to his office, but not before catching one more look of the fleeting fox’s slender form.

When the obsidian male returned to his office, he closed the door and flopped down into his computer recliner, propping a foot up onto a small stack of papers on the desk. He leaned forward just enough to slip his jacket off, leaving just the white tank top.

It didn’t take very long for the mental images of his assistant to creep back into his thoughts, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as a hand slipped down into his windbreaker pants, rubbing leisurely over his slowly swelling sheath and just brushing over the peeking tip of his shaft.

Just as his hands were set to tug his pants down around his ankles, he heard a faint rasping at the door. He hurriedly bolted up out of his chair and stepped to the door, opening it to find Artie standing there with his hands buried in his jacket pockets.

“You said you wanted to see me?” the fox inquired, stepping inside as Kaji gently closed the door. His fingers slowly turned the lock so the other male wouldn’t hear the click; he wanted to make sure no one would disturb him.

“Yes, yes I did,” answered the hybrid, settling back down in his chair. “I wanted your thoughts as to how today went.”

Artemis rubbed a cheek with a finger, a bit confused at the question presented. “Sure, not a problem… but my opinion wouldn’t be of much help to you, right?”

“No, no that’s not true,” he replied almost instantly. “You are my assistant. Anything constructive you have to say will be taken seriously. So, if you please.”

“Okay… well, alright,” Artie replied slowly, staring down at his feet for a moment before speaking.

Unfortunately for the draolf, his assistance’s observations went in one ear and out the other. As the arctic vulpine spoke, his verbal receptors took a backseat to his imagination; the fox male pressed up against the wall with Kaji rubbing up against him, pants dropped down to the ankles of both parties. He would occasionally respond with a jerking nod of his head, feigning compliance.

Kaji stood up the moment Artemis wrapped up his report, and crept slowly towards the smaller male. His eyes grew a bit more lidded with each step; lust now washing over his body from being in private confines with his assistant.

“Um… Mr. Aldewolf,” said the vulpine hesitantly, taking a step back towards the wall. “Is… is there something wrong?”

“No, my dear assistant…” Kaji’s voice trailed off as his approach backed Artie’s back against the wall. His hands immediately unzipped his jacket, pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor in front of the door. “There’s nothing wrong at all. In fact…”

An uneasy semblance settled in with the instructor’s pause. His head drifted closer and closer, breath flushing against his assistant’s cheek.

“Something’s very… very… right.”

Without pause, the ebony hybrid’s lips pressed against those of the ivory fox, the other’s head squirming futilely before giving in. The two spent the next several moments in a deep, heated kiss, Kaji’s hands lifting up and pinning Artie’s to the wall. His tongue slithered into the other male’s maw, locking and tangling around each other.

“Mr… Mr. Aldewolf,” gasped the hybrid’s assistant, peering away from him for a brief second. “Are you sure… are you sure this is acceptable behavior for a teacher?”

“I would imagine it wasn’t,” Kaji replied coolly, relieving the pressure from the slender fox’s arms. “But what the administration doesn’t know won’t hurt them. Besides…”

Another uneasy pause filled the air as the draolf took a step back and tugged down on his windbreakers far enough to expose his crotch; his flushing red shaft was free from its sheath, with the bulbous knot peeking itself out as well.

“If you keep this quiet, I’ll be sure to give you a high mark for assisting me, plus I’ll throw in a good word on your resume.”

Artie was left speechless as his instructor presented himself in the manner he was. His attempts to keep from staring were futile, as his eyes immediately ventured down to the dracolupine’s swollen shaft.

‘My god… he’s huge,’ the fox thought to himself, his lower body squirming to keep his own growing erection from becoming too noticeable; however, it too was of no avail.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Kaji replied with a chuckle as he gripped his knotted cock, stroking it slowly to keep his erection fully hard. “Your mouth is good for speaking, from what I’ve observed. Let’s see if it’s good for… something else.”

Artemis’s head gravitated towards the tip of his instructor’s flesh, tongue flicking out and brushing over the thick head. The draolf kept his eyes on the slender vulpine as his lips explored the veined length, deliberately lapping up either side of the imposing length.

“Ah, yes… that’s it Artie,” Kaji exclaimed, his chest rumbling pleasantly. “Now, suck it. Show me how good your mouth is.”

The throbbing flesh of the hybrid rubbed up against the fox’s lips, teasing and encouraging him to go further. Reluctant, his assistant opened his mouth and dipped his head down, sliding the tip into his mouth. His sense of taste and smell were immediately welcomed with the warm flavor and scent of musk as he continued his descent down the throbbing rod.

Artie gagged with each pulsing inch, nervously avoiding his instructor’s glare as he suckled on the draolf’s cock. Kaji’s eyes lidded a bit, moaning quietly as the gentle warmth of the other male’s mouth shot a tingling chill up his spine; as a result, his girth pulsed slightly, spurting a bit of precum onto the other male’s tongue.

“Ahh, goddamn…” the instructor exhaled, placing a hand on the fox’s head, rubbing gently as he worked his aching flesh. Kaji’s hips rocked back and forth steadily, easing his cock as far as the bulb of his knot before sliding back out. He kept this pace up for several moments, just reveling in the sensation of the fox blowing him.

“Now, now…” he said calmly, stopping Artie’s head with a bit of added pressure on his head. “If you keep that up, I’ll blow my load… and there’s someplace else I want to do that…”

Kaji grinned widely as the vulpine pulled off of his cock, standing back up in front of him. He could tell that his aid was still uncomfortable with the chain of events that were taking place, but he was too far gone into lust to take that into consideration.

“Drop your pants and bend over the desk,” he prompted with a twirl of his finger, his cock glistening with saliva in the ceiling light as he gripped the base of it with a hand, keeping his erection with slow and steady strokes.

Artemis took a couple steps towards the cluttered desk, hands fumbling as they tugged down on his pants and slid them down around his ankles, his humanesque endowment flopping out in front of him. The draolf nodded in approval as he pressed himself against the fox’s back, grinding his hips against the furred rump cheeks of his assistant.

“Oh yes… this is what I’ve been wanting all day...” he mumbled to himself. His hand still gripped the girth of his shaft and pressed it between the firm cheeks, rubbing up and down the flesh ring of Artie’s pucker. The fox trembled underneath the weight of the draolf, his own cock throbbing underneath of him.

The next sensation the vulpine felt was a piercing, cutting pain as the hybrid pushed into him, spreading his ring wide with each inch sinking into his backside. Artie’s head shot upwards as he groaned loudly, clamping down around the veined flesh.

“Mr.-Mr. Aldewolf..! It… it hurts!”

Kaji’s tongue lolled and he began to pant, ignoring his aid’s exclamations as he buried his cock into the fox; the bulbous girth of his knot pressed against the ivory rear.

“Oooh, Artie… clamp down on my cock harder…” he groaned, pressing down on the other male’s shoulders. “God, that feels good…”

The obsidian male began to piston his hips back and forth as he mounted the slender vulpine, body lurched over his back as his cock slid in and out of his ass. Kaji fought back the urge to clamp down on the other’s neck, letting loose a possessive snarl as he thrust into him.

Artemis was helpless underneath his instructor, moaning loudly as his backside was violated so selfishly by the well-endowed draolf. His hands grasped and clawed at the deskspace in front of him, shuffling around papers and knocking containers over as he tried to keep himself from moving so much from the powerful thrusts of the much larger instructor.

“Ahh, fuck… you like this don’t you, Artie?” he asked, grunting wantonly as he thrust deep into the vulpine, his knot and balls slapping against his ass. “Really earning that A are you? I always knew you were such a slut.”

“Mr.-Mr. Aldewolf...” shouted the ivory vulpine, pleading his teacher to be finished with him. “It h-hurts… so h-hot…”

Kaji grimaced as he felt his balls tense up and tingle, signaling that he was close to release. Gritting his teeth, the dracolupine reared his hips back and slammed deep into the abused rump of the fox, his knot applying pressure before popping in, causing Artie to cry out in pain. The draolf spent the next few moments ravaging his aid’s ass with short, thunderous thrusts, keeping his knot lodged inside of the other male.

With a growl, Kaji leaned forward and bit down on the vulpine’s neck as his cock erupted inside of him, pumping the abused rump full of seed with each erratic thrust. All Artie could do was wrench his eyes shut and keep from screaming too loud, teeth gritted as he came as well, spurting his load all over the side of the desk and the floor.

The two lay there for several moments, the hybrid buried deep inside of his assistant. Both were panting heavily from the intensity of the experience, bodies dripping in sweat.

About 15 minutes later, Kaji slowly pulled himself out of his partner, his knot wetly popping out as some of his seed dripped from the stretched hole, trickling down the fox’s thigh.

“You… you better get yourself cleaned up,” the hybrid said wearily, reaching for the hand towel he had earlier, wiping his softening shaft before it retreated back into his sheath. “Get some sleep too… I’ll see you tomorrow.”