Dance Lesson Bastion looked over his young charges with a broad grin on his muzzle. Everything was going exactly as he had hoped; he couldn't have hoped for a better outcome than if he had planned it from the beginning. And truth be told, he HAD planned a little bit, but only when the situation was right for doing so. It was good not to plan ahead too much in any case; it was easy to get disappointed when things didn't go your way, and living in the moment was just too much fun. Fortune had smiled upon Bastion when a new ballet class opened in the neighborhood, and the instructor who had opened the business had injured herself shortly after in a car accident. The instructor would be fine, but her ankle had been shattered in three places in a very delicate area, which ensured that she would need considerable bed rest. A replacement was needed, but before an ad could be placed, a cousin of Bastion's who happened to know the instructor recommended that the wolf be approached for the job. Bastion didn't know a thing about ballet, in all honesty; the only reason he was able to land the job was due to the recommendation and a hasty study session when his cousin gave him a call to warn him. Bastion lied his ass off as he recounted what he was able to glean from the books and video he watched, and he was given the job shortly after. Bastion already had a steady source of income and truthfully didn't need the job, but he could see the opportunities that such a job presented. At least, for someone of his inclinations. It was the perfect environment for the wolf, and at the same time, a maddening one as well. Every day, he would watch as the parents dropped their cubs off to ballet class, kissing them on the foreheads or giving them warm hugs as they left to their own devices. It was extremely rare that a parent would stay to watch their young ones practice ballet, and in those cases Bastion would always put on his best face to impress the parents. Most times, however, Bastion and the cubs were left to their own devices. As an added benefit, with ballet being predominantly for females, all of the cubs in his ballet class were female, and to a one, every single one of them was adorable. Every day, he would lift a girl's leg to help her balance for a turn; every day, he would raise a young cub up in his arms to demonstrate a twirl; every day, he would feel an uncomfortable bulge in his crotch, straining against his clothing as he stole soft caresses that went unnoticed. It was the secret that no one except his cousin knew; Bastion had a secret desire in his heart, a desire to slake his lusts with a young girl. While he was no stranger to the ways of women, and while he enjoyed those pleasures heartily, Bastion could never truly unleash his full animal fury. The women would playfully squirm and struggle as he mounted them, but he always had to be conscious of their needs, and knowing when to stop if things got too rough. He wanted to enjoy the thrill of mounting someone who couldn't stop him, who couldn't slow his advances, who had to submit to the full fury of his lusts. In that regard, a cute girl was just as attractive to him as a mature woman, and the sight of all of those girl cubs in their cute leotards and tights, dancing around so innocently, was enough to wake dark fantasies within the wolf's mind. Bastion had only held the position for a couple months now, and it would be a long time still before the instructor would recover from her injuries enough to return. In that time, he had fully ingratiated himself into the role, and he felt he had the full trust of all the parents and cubs alike. He could enjoy as much close contact as he wished with the cubs as he guided them around with carefully laid out dance routines...all except for the one deed that haunted his mind and lingered to tempt him further. It was such sweet torture, and it was hard to see if that would ever end...except that at last, an opportunity presented itself. A dance recital was in the works, planned ahead by the original instructor in the itinerary set forth for the school. All the arrangements were made, but in any ballet performance, there is a prima ballerina, and as the date for the show loomed nearer, the cubs all were vying for the coveted honor. Bastion had noted (with no small amount of amusement and interest) that a number of the girls were not above sucking up to their teacher. There were no less than five little girls that would do just about anything to claim the lead role for themselves. Of the five girls, Bastion could only consider three of them to have any real shot at the head role; the other two, a pretty leopardess and a squirrel lass of ages 7 and 8 respectively, were enthusiastic enough, but no one would ever seriously consider that they had any real talent for the role; except perhaps for their parents, but that sort of favortism was to be expected from all parents. The other three, a mink of age 8, a rabbit of age 8, and a vixen of age 9, all had considerable talent; moreover, Bastion had kept his eye on all three for reasons known only to himself. Of the three, the vixen was the most talented (likely due to her age), and was considerably attractive. She was quite shapely as well; not quite old enough to show the curves that would be lent to her as she matured, but Bastion knew from secretive caresses that her body was soft and pliable. Her form would be delightful to enjoy as the wolf rammed his cock into her pussy over and over again...but as much fun as the image presented in his mind, it was quickly gone. The vixen, as much as she played up to Bastion, was pretty confident she was the best. If Bastion really wanted to seize the opportunity by the horns, he needed one of the girls who was more...desperate. That left the mink and the rabbit. A tough choice indeed; both had been in Bastion's fantasies enough times to make deciding a chore. The mink, whose name was Tandy, had a soft coat of fur and long, slender limbs, along with bright, shining eyes. The bunny, whose name was Cindy, had cute, innocent features, as well as a nicely shaped ass and a toned yet tender body. In the end, it was the slight timidity of Cindy's nature that sealed the deal for Bastion; the bunny was eager to please, but also slightly fearful of displeasing. She was also talented; it would be believable to have her as the lead ballerina. If she played her cards right... The moment to act presented itself as clearly as Bastion could have hoped. Time had been set aside one week for instructor/student discussion, and while a normal session might have been only about ten minutes of discussion, the wolf had the foresight to extend the amount of time for each student to an hour. Given that there were 16 girls in his class, that meant that the interviews would go on over the course of several days. Bastion knew that he had the complete trust of the students by this time, so each hour would pass relatively quickly for the wolf as he gave the girls special instruction individually in the comfort of the instructor's study. The instruction was a farce, of course; he took the opportunity to steal more rubs and caresses under the guise of special movements. It was one of the hardest things he ever had to do not to try and jump some of the girls' bones right then and there after several hours of this teasing, but he knew that he would have his opportunity once Cindy entered the instructor's study. He had arranged things so that Cindy would be the last of his students to meet with him, so that it wouldn't seem all that unusual if things went a little longer than normal. Girl after girl came and went, until at the very last, when Bastion's sheath was straining against his breeches so hard he couldn't stand it, the bunny entered the room, her eyes innocent and trusting as she looked to her teacher. "Ah, Cindy, come in, come in..." Bastion invited with his best smile, aware of his current state but not taking any pains to disguise it. The class had become accustomed to his prominent bulge as it appeared from time to time, and none of the girls really had any idea what truly lurked beneath the wolf's attire. He looked over the young bunny as she followed his instruction as she always did, the bunny closing the door behind her to ensure that the session was a private one. Cindy was perhaps a little more slender and graceful than your average lapine, though by no means thin; her soft white fur was the hallmark of good breeding within her family tree, and doubtless when she grew up to maturity, she would be a real heartbreaker. One of her long ears had a slight bend at the very tip, which seemed to add to her cuteness rather than detract from it; Bastion suspected that she knew this, as it sometimes straightened out on its own when she moved her ears this way and that. Her body was contained in a form-hugging pink leotard that stood out from the whiteness of her fur, and Bastion had on occasion been privileged to feel the bunny's nipples through that leotard, the outfit hiding very little. As was tradition, Cindy also wore underneath the leotard a pair of white tights which adorned her legs and feet, displaying the shapely thighs of a young dancer. Her footpaws weren't adorned in ballerina slippers; some furs couldn't wear the stylized shoes well. However, Cindy could move gracefully without them, and never seemed to fall, even with the added smoothness that the tights lent to her toes. As Cindy turned to close the door, her bunny tail could be seen sticking out of a special hole in the back of the leotard, a special location for furs to use for just such a purpose. The tail was just as cute as the rest of her, and for a moment, Bastion entertained the thought of using that tail as a handhold before Cindy turned back to face her teacher once more. "Hello Mr. Bastion..." Cindy murmured shyly, crossing her arms behind her back and rubbing the back of one of her legs with the other. It was a pose that Cindy often struck when attempting to put her best foot forward; Bastion knew that this was the bunny's opening gambit to gain favor. The wolf could hardly contain himself; he had endured such sweet torture before now by denying his urges, and he was eager to act. However, he stuck to the role he was determined to play, and strode before the bunny, about a couple of body lengths away from the young doe. "I'm guessing you know by now why I'm holding these conferences, Cindy?" he asked with a sly smile. The bunny nodded slowly, a little unsure as to how to play to this question, but she soon spoke up. "The recital, right?" "Yes. I've been talking with the rest of the girls, helping them to find their strengths and weaknesses, and coaching them through. But I also have to find myself a prima ballerina for the recital." Bastion chuckled inwardly as he saw the bunny's ears perk hopefully. "Tell me, Cindy, who do you think is ahead right now as my first choice?" Bastion could see the words forming on Cindy's lips, and for a moment believed that Cindy would exclaim that it was her, but the rabbit girl paused and thought for a moment, then reluctantly answered, "Sherri..." This surprised Bastion, but not for long; Sherri was the name of the vixen, and while it wasn't a hard conclusion to come to, the wolf had to give Cindy credit for coming up with the right answer. "I'm afraid so. She certainly knows her routines, and everyone seems to like her." Bastion reached out and patted the top of Cindy's head affectionately. "But I am not unsympathetic." "Umsympacetic?" Cindy tried to sound out, unfamiliar with the word. Bastion chuckled a little, then lightly rubbed the inside of one of the doe's ears. "It means I care, Cindy. I know you're trying your hardest." He began to move, trailing his body around that of the young coney, his eyes drinking in her form as he played his first card. "Your folks...they really want you to be the prima ballerina, huh?" The wolf could see by the shift in Cindy's body position that he had scored a blow. The bunny became insecure for a moment, her natural personality taking over. "Yeah...I don't want to make mommy and daddy sad..." "Especially your mommy though, right? She seems to really want you to be the best," Bastion continued as he circled the bunny, moving one of his hand down to stroke along her back slowly. He knew Cindy's mother to be the type that didn't like to settle for second place, whether by her own actions or that of her children. He would attack that vulnerability and exploit it for every inch of ground he could take before moving in for the kill. Cindy seemed to shrink in on herself, looking small and vulnerable. She leaned back against Bastion then, sharing in the warmth of his form, and in that state, she didn't even seem to register the wolf's hand on her ass, stroking the curvature of her rump through the leotard. "I don't want to upset mommy," she murmured with a nod, doubtless having flashbacks to times when her mother had voiced her displeasure at a mistake or two on the dance floor. Bastion leaned closer and murmured into Cindy's ear. "Yes, and I know your mommy would probably be very upset if you didn't get to be head ballerina. I don't want to make her upset either. But you have to admit, Sherri is pretty good." He slipped an arm around Cindy to hug her, and as he did so, his fingers lingered over one of the bunny's juvenile breasts, closing on it to rub it discreetly. "But maybe, just maybe, we can help each other." Cindy latched onto this lifeline and turned her head to look into the grinning wolf's visage, her eyes wide with desperation and panic. Bingo, Bastion thought to himself, knowing that he had pushed just the right buttons. "Please, Mr. Bastion! I wanna be head ballerina! I know I can do it! What do you want me to do, I'll do it!" the young doe cried out in near anguish, suddenly terrified of the prospect of having to face her mother with the news she wouldn't have the lead role. She then tossed her arms around Bastion's waist, which in his mind was even better. He had no doubt now that his plan would succeed, and his engorged member throbbed eagerly in anticipation beneath his vestments. "Well, I know you have the talent, little Cindy, but to give you the lead role would be unfair to Sherri. I think the only way I can be convinced is if you share in a special performance with me." He lifted the coney up suddenly by her waist, in the manner ballerinas were accustomed to, and carried her over to his desk, spinning her in transit to keep up appearances before setting her on the edge, facing him. "A special performance?" she asked, her head tilted slightly through the panic she still held. "What performance? Can you show me?" Oh, this was too perfect. Bastion couldn't write a script any better than this. He grinned evilly and nodded to Cindy as responded, then pressed her lightly back against the desk, with most of his body propped up over hers. "Sure, but I'm going to have to teach you how it goes first. So just sit back and relax, and let your teacher show you a private dance just for two people." At last, Bastion didn't have to wait any longer...oh, he would show her a dance, all right. A dance long overdue. The wolf moved one of his hands to the bunny's waist, stroking lightly along her hips with deliberate and open teases, no longer seeing the need to be secretive about it. He could see the confusion on Cindy's face as the odd touches had an effect on her, but Bastion knew that with the bait dangled in front of her, the prize that she so eagerly sought, she would not object or fight him. He caressed the soft fabric of the leotard, feeling the body underneath tremble slightly to his touch, and then he took hold of the edge of the leotard that curved around Cindy's thighs and groin. He pulled it back to the side, holding it there as his other hand was brought to bear. It simply was too much trouble to wait for Cindy to remove her clothing for him to reach his goal; instead the wolf had decided on an alternate tactic. The sound of ripping fabric could be heard then, as Bastion used one of his claws to slice a neat little incision in the crotch of the tights, zipping that claw down until a sizable hole had been created in the groin of the leggings. It was then that Bastion blessed his luck once more; he had been planning on making another incision in the panties that the cub would be wearing underneath, but by a grace of fortune, the bunny had either never worn panties under her tights, or had just forgotten to do so today. Her secretive treasure was exposed to the wolf; a sweet valley of untouched virginity that was the wolf's to claim. For a moment, Bastion released the leotard to see if it would disguise the rip, and the garment fit snugly over the newly created hole in the tights; he would be able to disguise his actions perfectly. Once satisfied, he smiled to reassure the puzzled bunny, then paused to loosen the restrictive breeches he wore. He would be damned if he waited one more moment longer to deny himself the freedom of open air, and as he lowered his trousers, his raging erection was revealed in full, the veined length throbbing achingly as it sensed the presence of a young prize to savor. The sheath was already pulled back from the constant friction of his tight breeches, and his sac was heavy and full, the two potent orbs dangling beneath his sheath with every intention of being drained before the night was complete. He took a bit of care not to let Cindy see the stiff length between his thighs, making sure to push the bunny back once more as he pulled the leading edge of her leotard away from her groin once more. This was it; the moment he had been waiting for. "OK, I think we're ready to begin...just relax, and let your teacher do all the work." He positioned the tip of his cock to the hole he had just made in Cindy's tights, and with a skip of his heartbeat as he savored the moment, thrust the tip of his organ into Cindy's virgin pussy. He was thankful instantly that the room was nice and soundproof to block out the sounds of music on the dance floor; Cindy gave a surprised yelp at the sudden intrusion which was quickly muffled soon after as Bastion covered her mouth with one of his paws. "Shhh...just enjoy it..." he murmured huskily, though in truth, her enjoyment now was the last thing on his mind. Inch after inch of his thick cock sank into the bunny's tight slit, pausing only for a moment when he found a fleshy barrier, which he then promptly tore asunder with a firm thrust of his hips. Cindy cried out louder then, but thanks to Bastion's paw, the muffled cry was no trouble. She was so tight; it was heaven to the wolf, his lusty growls growing more vocal as he filled his young charge with his meat, stealing her virginity from her without grief or remorse. He was going to enjoy this so much...and it was all thanks to the little vixen and Cindy's mother, who had pushed the young bunny to this point. Bastion enjoyed the twisted events in the back of his mind; if Cindy's mother hadn't pushed her daughter to succeed for her, then likely the young bunny would never have been placed in the position to be fucked by a lusty wolf like himself. The thought spurred him on in his movements, and the first gentle thrusts that he gave the young coney soon graduated into rough, powerful thrusts, the wolf unable to help but give in to his urges. Cindy's little body was no match for the wolf's; she gave muffled cries as her pelvic bone was met again and again by the strong male above her, her inner walls being speared by something thick, fleshy, and powerful. It stretched her, filled her core, and as much as it stung, it also felt oddly tingly inside. Her confused senses struggled to make sense of what was happening, and more than once, she tried to push the wolf away in a panic, but her arms lacked the power to even slow her teacher's advances. She knew her teacher had told her to lie back and enjoy it, but it was all so strange...and soon, the choice was taken out of her hands entirely as the wolf sped up his thrusts, lost to the throes of lust. Bastion had no need to hold onto Cindy's leotard anymore, not that he had successfully gained entry to the young pussy underneath. He used his hand to take hold of one of the bunny's thighs and hugged it to his chest, gaining a deeper angle of entry while feeling up the smooth silken fabric of the tights against his paw and chest. Cindy's other leg soon flounced helplessly as she was speared over and over again by the thick cock, the rough and wild sex overwhelming any sense of control she might have had over her own body. To add to her helpless state, while her muzzle was still muffled by the paw over her mouth, Bastion leaned on close and somehow managed to latch on to one of the bunny's stiff nipples within the leotard, attacking it with nibbles and licks. Cindy couldn't help herself; she moaned, lost in a universe of sensation with no guide. The wolf relished every nuance, every sensation; even through the feral lust that guided him, he was going to remember this night for many nights to come. He held onto the bunny...his bunny, now...held onto her with a firm grip, using his power to ensure that she would not be able to escape him as he fucked her harder and faster. He was going to wear her out; with an hour to do anything he wished to her, he was going to use every last second to its utmost. He felt his climax rushing towards him, and then he slowed down just enough to fight it off; no, she would have no respite from him this early. His restraint was rewarded soon after as he felt Cindy shudder under him and moan through her teacher's paw; the little coney had experienced her first climax, and with the explosion of pleasure, she went completely limp on the desk, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The wolf released Cindy's muzzle then, as the bunny moaned weakly with furtive gasps. He had better uses for his hands, and now the wolf wanted to hear Cindy's moans, to hear the soft cries of pleasure as he used her and made her his. He positioned both of the rabbit's thighs over his chest and shoulders, leaving her pussy wide open for him to plunge his cock and growing knot against and inside, the moist sounds of sex filling the air now along with the growls and pants of wolf and bunny alike. He moved his hands to Cindy's shoulders after he shifted her thighs, and pinned down her shoulder and arms, now truly having her at his mercy. He raises his head and muzzle to look down at the cute bunny with lustful eyes, watching her throes of pleasure as he was fucked without mercy. The young coney's toes flexed helplessly within the confines of her tights as her legs were jolted and stirred with the relentless fucking; that and the occasional clenching of her fingers were about the only conscious actions she had left that she could call her own. The pleasure she felt kept coming, over and over in waves, and she couldn't fight it off, couldn't resist it; another climax assaulted her body, and she moaned once more, but it was a shadow of her earlier cries, the young bunny already well exhausted. Her gaze became unfocused for a moment, and when her vision cleared, she was looking up into the snarling and panting face of her teacher, his eyes staring into her own with a frightening intensity that she felt helpless against. Soon, even the flexing of her toes and fingers ceased, as her body went entirely limp, her mind blanked into a haze of constant pleasure that rendered her oblivious to everything else. Bastion felt the change in the bunny, and with her complete surrender to him and the power of his cock, Bastion felt his victory almost complete...almost. At last, he allowed himself the last indulgence he desired, the thick knot at the base of his organ shoving into the young bunny to tie with her completely. It was a testament to how far gone Cindy was that the coney only gave a soft grunt of discomfort, her eyes hazed over with the fog of pleasure that surrounded her mind. The wolf pounded away, wracking her young form with shock after shock of his body meeting hers, her little body like a rag doll in his hands. At last, the wolf could stand it no more; he howled, long and loud, trusting in the soundproof room to do its job as he began to empty the contents of his balls into the bunny, the thick streamers of seed pulsing forth to shower Cindy's pristine womb with the cum of her instructor. Bastion kept the bunny pinned down as he pumped load after load into the young cub, though he didn't need to in the slightest; the bunny merely moaned weakly, her body accepting the donation of cum inside of her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The wolf's knot kept the deluge of wolf sperm locked inside of the abused pussy as it flooded her inner chamber, and with as much seed as he had been storing for just this moment, Bastion swore that Cindy's belly seemed to be a little rounder as a result, though it could have just been his imagination. It was some moments before the rush of climax left Bastion, and a little longer still before his cock had no more seed to give. He was locked in Cindy, tied with her, and until his knot deflated, tied they would remain. He stroked over the bunny's limp form now with his hands, taking his delight in feeling up the exhausted cub while she was too weak to protest. Running his hands along her chest, stroking her nipples through the fabric of the leotard, caressing the belly where he filled her so full of cum, enjoying a slight tease of her clit just to hear her moan once more...he enjoyed all of these simple pleasures while each recovered at varying speeds. Bastion even went so far as to lean down and give Cindy a deep kiss, slipping his tongue inside of her muzzle as he stroked her thighs up and down, keeping them parted around his cock as it gradually shrank back to its normal state. Eventually, the knot shrank enough that he could pull out of the bunny, and he did so slowly, retreating carefully to try and stop the backwash of fluids that he knew was coming. Bastion had the foresight to keep some tissues on his desk; he used them now, placing them atop Cindy's pussy the moment he slipped free. He used some others to try and clean up the mess he had made of her leotard and tights as well; the fluids, if cleaned quickly, could be mostly masked, with no one the wiser. Once he was satisfied that he had stopped up the fluids to prevent a majority of leakage, he replaced the edge of the leotard back over the groin, covering the slit in the tights and the thoroughly used sex of the bunny. The wolf allowed himself a moment of pride as he looked over his handiwork, his sinister plot having come to complete fruition. He moved over to Cindy's head and muzzle, which lay weakly on the opposite side of the desk, and he murmured sweetly into her ear. "It's a shame you're not ready to practice the dance yourself on your own, but I have good news...you're my new prima ballerina." The news didn't register immediately with Cindy, which was just as well; Bastion had more to say. "Now, you can't tell anyone about what we just did, or else people will know I picked Sherri over you, and I changed my mind unfairly. Your mother would get angry with you, and Sherri would hate you. But keep your secret, and no one will ever suspect." Just to add insult to injury, Bastion brought his spent cock to bear, and slipped it inside of Cindy's unresisting muzzle, making her taste the fluids that had been shared between the two. The bunny didn't suckle, but the wolf didn't expect her to; it was enough that he was able to wipe some of his jizz onto her tongue to further taint her with the experiences of the evening. "I have a feeling you'll quickly become my best student," Bastion finished with a wink, pulling his cock out of Cindy's muzzle and gently picking her up off of the desk to rest her on a nearby visitor's couch in the office. It would be some time before Cindy was recovered enough to leave under her own power, Bastion knew. Just as well; he could work out some 'agreements' with Cindy in the meantime, and enjoy a little playful rubbing besides. Even if he never got to mount any of the other cubs, this one would always belong to him.