Chapter 1 - Welcome back.

Winter wind howled in it’s own wake as Mark stepped off the bus, filling his lungs with the frozen air that nipped him from inside. Winter’s bite pierced his jacket effortlessly, following through skin and freezing to the bone.


‘Winter’s spice and nothing else.’ With a polite, thankful gesture towards the driver, he left his stop and marched across the road in actual butt end of nowhere. 

“Kid, you sure that’s your stop?” The voice reached his ears from behind and made him turn around to the elder man, sticking his head just out of the vehicle. “There is nothing for few next kilometers. Just like one building that no one ever goes to.”

“I’ll be fine. That’s exactly my destination. Thanks for asking anyway.” He yelled, trying to outshout the elements. 

It brought a little smile on his face, knowing that the grumpy, old man had his heart at least one degree warmer than the weather. Not everyone did these days. 

Coated by trees from each side, Mark dragged his small luggage after himself as the white powder groaned under his boots, heralding his coming to anyone in good fifty meters. 

‘If there was anyone, that is.’ His blue eyes rised a little when he pulled the hood more onto his head in futile attempt to protect himself from the raging weather. 

It was of no question that this place was mostly deserted, it was partially the point. Since last year everything turned upside down and isolation was probably the best for the entire thing. 

Noticing how slow the bus passed him and worried expression of the driver behind the window, he gave a warm smile in response. ‘Nothing to worry about, old man. Nothing you can help with either.’

Technically, he could not show up,  he wasn’t picked up and forcefully given a ride this time. Facing the consequences, however, wasn’t something he was willing to do. 

But Mark didn’t mind the situation either. Even if the bunch of people was, to say the least, troublesome and wild, each in their own respective way, he grew attached to them over the short period of time they had together.

‘Well. One certain troublesome woman’ Despite a blizzard trying to turn him into a glacier, he felt a little spark of warmness inside himself. 

Even if warm thoughts kept him alive, by the moment he reached a lonely standing gate, hidden in the side alley of the road, his body screamed for life giving warmth.

As expected, it opened without a need for a key nor he had to put the code in.  Though, Mark was ensured that if anyone else tried to do so, the gate would magically deny them. 

‘Like in movies.’ Metal creaked loudly as if nobody gave it proper care for last few centuries, though by the first glance it appeared to be brand new. 

In a magical, unknown to him way, the brick path that unveiled before him was in much worse state than road. The snow reached up to his knees or in few spots, even past them.

“How do you own such a place and can’t afford to get someone to clean the road?” Grumbling quietly under his own nose, bright furred boy rammed his way forward, holding the baggage most of time. 

Just as his frustrations began to reach their peak, he heard the soft, quiet groaning of the snow behind him. Too late. Slick fingers took his hood off, revealing the small ears to freezing cold, much to their discomfort. 

A familiar, puffy paw rested on his head and then scratched behind the ear, spreading the blissful waves of pleasure across his nerves. The voice of a well known wolf reached his ears once more. “Boom~ Dead.” This, his ears enjoyed.

With lips bent into a radiant smile, he turned back to one of his closest friends in this god forsaken place. 

Caroline, for that was her name, haven’t changed much from the last time he had seen her. She still wore herself like a girl that attends every concert of her boyfriend’s garage, metal band.

Long, raven black hair reached a bit past her shoulders, shocking with a single purple strand, which even if fitting the black clothing with metalic accents, was rather too showy for a student.

Quite slim but still curvaceous where she had to be, Caroline had nothing to be ashamed of, combining common beauty with work put into her body. Most of her fur ranged from ash to regular gray, although she had a few white spots, up to his uncommon knowledge, mostly around crotch and inner side of thighs. 

Moderate chest remained untouched by anything, still posing a firm C-cup, which could appear a little smaller, given the wolf was rather short in her own right, barely reaching 1.7 of meter.

Their hug almost came to life but Mark retreated immediately from her arms as one important memory materialized itself in his mind. “Is it even safe to talk with you now? Or is your knight around?”

Her melodious chuckle created an aria with howl of the wind. Somehow, the freezing feeling was no more. “My knight, as you cutely described him, will get here soon but not too soon. They decided to ship us here separately. He’s not going to eat you any soon.”

She tapped the furry chin and pretended to think deeply. “I think so at least.”

“Well that gives me a bit more time to enjoy living. I got a little attached to life, you know.” Caroline on her own was a friendly, cunning girl that easily made contact with people, if she wanted to.

Her boyfriend on the other hand, an overgrown, muscled dragon, named Adam, was rather hyper protective and considered an male around her an intruder. To say that he detested Mark would be as to say that ice is not exactly hot. 

The deer boy and his wolfy friend gotten closer to know each other rather fast in much accelerated manner. 

Male and female students of their little, special school had separate wings and rules strictly prohibited one sex to enter another’s domain. Most however, easily sneaked from one to another.

It wasn’t the only time that they met in her room, given the wolf was eager to quickly get everyone around her to know, at what, he quickly realized, she excelled. 

Somehow it turned out that Mark could see little wolf being pounded by a huge, dragon dick for good half of an hour when Adam was too horny at the moment to leave. Mark never thought that hiding in wardrobe could be such an experience.

But it wasn’t as if the wolf wasn’t aware of it, she herself hid him in the furnishing. Just telling her boyfriend that there is other man in wardrobe wasn’t exactly an option. This particular accident changed their relationship rather quickly. 

“How did you spend holidays?” A basic question without a doubt, yet  they decided to move towards the building and he was curious, finding it only natural to ask so.

"Pleasant. Me and Adam used the free time to get away and spend some time in the caribbean. I got a little tan but by now it all wore off already. Although, we left the islands early. And he's no longer allowed to ever again go there."

He barely left the chuckle that arised in his chest. “He didn’t turn out to be the best pirate sailing the seven seas?”

"More like he docked in the wrong port after too much drinking." She cut it shortly and with a tone that clearly heralded terrible future, had Mark been willing to ask more questions about that certain topic.

Caroline knew how to make a fuss out of something if she wanted but was also smart enough to do it only as often as necessary. Deer boy was almost convinced she didn’t mean Adam slipping into the wrong hole of hers. 

Nonetheless, his curiosity arised from a spark to a flame when his companion quietened. ‘Does that mean he cheated on her?’ Adam was attached and overprotective but drunk one could think a little different. 

“Well at least you came back in once piece.” The massive edifice of the private placement, that their school was, slowly began to unveil itself from behind the woods, lonely and impressive, kept in in flawless state. 

“That said, did you have any sort of contact with anyone else? Like a big bad crocodile?” A little sneer appeared on his face.

They both knew of who he just spoke, it was hard to not to. Not just because there was just ten of them in their little school, including teachers. Just because the crocodile was who he was. 

“No, I didn’t talk with Rafael. But I miss the big guy.” Big was a huge understatement when it came to the giant. Rafael was a little over two meters, a monstrous, bulky piece of muscles that looked like a killing machine.. 

Luckily for everyone, the scaly monster was rather a carefree womanizer. And if not for his appealing male masculinity, he would be a terrible one. 

“The only person that’s capable of offering sex to a teacher, right in front of everyone. And be serious about it.” Honest snicker escaped from this mouth, bringing Caroline to a mild chuckle as well.

“That said, I wonder if they brought anyone new.” A short pause followed her words. “From teachers, I mean.” Mark turned curious eyes on her.

“Not like Keira isn’t an equivalent to a police station.” There was exactly three people to watch over just seven students. One red fox and two bunnies.

A quiet, composed in it’s nature cough reached them from behind, quickly freezing blood on their veins alike. ‘Speak of the devil.’

They both turned to the doom keeper that awaited them behind, woman cold as the most severe winter with a heart made out of glacier. And a walking sex bomb.

Keira stared at them with deep, blue eyes and took off her own hood, allowing the tall, snow white ears to straighten and perk up, reaching far above her head.

The beauty she was given by nature was unheard of, naturally soft facial features, eyes in the shade of endless sky and flawless white and gray fur without spots. 

Her pitch black hair, darker than Caroline’s in some unknown way, was not only shining temptingly but also reached far past her shoulders, almost to the very waist. The amount of care put into them was without a doubt enormous.

The purple eyeshadow, put in amount large but just fitting for her deep eyes, easily made it feel as her gaze could reach your soul and the cutely pink lips lay a kiss, soothing it.

But none of those turned most crazy, it wasn’t just her natural beauty nor the makeup that skillfully enhanced her gift of appearance.

It was what lied below her slick chin, the godly chest that appeared to be a fortress on it’s own. Huge, wiggly and juicy, larger than her head, salacious pieces of meat, made for nothing but to be groped, fondled and put to use.

No man still alive seen them without a bra but there was much to fantasy about, angrily pink nipples, huge areolas or the very feeling that holding them would be, given Mark with his size wouldn’t even be able to grasp them fully.

But Keira and her best qualities wouldn’t just end on the colossus class tits, woman of a frozen heart had much more to put men in heat. Her perfect hourglass figure would soon unveil another impressive part of her arsenal. 

Just below the muscled, carved belly lied amazon hips, gargantuan in their own size but yet plump and shapely. Just right amount of fat covering muscled thighs, soft enough to fill hand beautifully but firm so there is quite something to grab.

All that packed in a woman whose humanity and warmth ceased years if not millenias ago. 

“Miss Caroline. Mister Mark” Formal voice of the bunny cut sharper than the piercing cold. Deer boy could bet his arm that Keira felt better engulfed by a deadly blizzard than in the cozy room of her’s. 

“Mrs. Keira.” They spoke almost in a choir but it was the boy that continued. “I hope you enjoyed your free time. Out of school, that is.”

“Yes, the police station was quite pleasant place to stay in.” He winced against his own will, she heard everything. “Both of you. When tomorrow ceremony is over, I want to see you in my office.”

“Yes, Mrs. Caroline.” Once more their voices were in union. There was no arguing with onyx haired matriarch, not even other teachers dared to do so. Keira was simply an unstoppable force of will. 

None of the two moved even an inch as the shapely sex goddess walked past them, there was something in the air around her, as if some kind of overwhelming aura followed her, quelching and suppressing any sort of disobedience. 

And only when she disappeared behind doors to the school, they allowed themselves to break the motionless trance. “That thing is a devil.” Mark muttered, pulling the hood back onto his small antlers. Somehow her passing made the air feel like absolute zero.

“Well we’re about to start the year in a brilliant manner but...” It had to feel similarly for Caroline, given her attempt to tighten winter jacket around herself. 

“...better to face the devil than live under it’s hoof.” Her voice, even if shallowly indifferent out of sudden, carried truth. With that, she didn’t waste much time and quickly gotten to the school entrance.

He held the doors, allowing the woman to tread first. “Such chivalry. I wonder if that’s you or just that I promised you a spot in the wardrobe.”

“I might be a pervert but I am also trying to be a gentleman whenever possible” With a friendly sneer on his face he closed the door to prevent any more cold from sneaking into the building.

Mildly green walls with white ceiling, tiled floors and lack of windows, corridor illuminated by nothing but a little too big lamps above.  “Brings back memories, eh?” 

The insides of the placement were closer to a prison facility than a school but a heavy sigh of relief was to be heard from both of them. “Good to be back.” Bright furred deer gave a warm smile to his companion.

“I don’t know why but it does feel like I’m home.” She muttered quietly and then turned her gaze left, towards the female wing.

As much as they could not enter each other’s wings, it was painfully easy to do so. The very word “wing” was a little over the top, given entire first floor was just a one huge, three part corridor forming an U letter. 

Time needed to get from one to another was equivalent to roughly thirty seconds, therefore night voyages from one to another were the usual. 

“So. Are you willing to escort the lady or you need to unpack your things first?” Her smile was a mockery, wolf simply turned towards her own room. “We both know the answer.”

“Can’t argue with that.” It wouldn’t take much to assist her in whatever she needed and if luck was on his side, he could get something more. Wouldn’t be the first time that he borrowed her parts of underwear. 

The image of pink thongs appeared in his mind, flawless if not partially wet, he stole them that memorable night, eventually using them as a cocksleeve when mastrurbating to the sight of his friend being pounded.

“Hopefully I won’t end under the bed this--” With a little tent in his pants, he barely passed the corner and spotted muscular trouble leaning on the doors to Caroline’s room.

“Caroline” Adam growled and neared both of them, almost running with dangerous intent in eyes. Mark was quickly put in alert, possibly in need of defending himself.

There was quite much to defend yourself from, possessive dragon was quite a thing himself, large not only in pants.

Nearing almost two meters, Adam hit the gym as often as obese person a fridge. He wasn’t one of those balon people, where every muscle appeared to be hilariously out of proportion, but firm and robust athlete.

Combined with natural physical might and size of a dragon, he was a force to reckon with. Especially when compared to Mark, which probably wouldn’t last two minutes if a fight broke out.

“Hey.” Deer could utter only a single word before overprotective guardian cut him, to say the least, in a impolite manner. “Shut up” 

Mildly dismissed, he took a single step back. Caroline’s boyfriend was far from sophisticated, even if not exactly dumb.

“Out.” With a pointing finger, the dragon clearly showed him to leave. Whatever his reasons were, he didn’t plan on wasting many words on Mark, what played into his advantage. 

“Adam.” Her scowl quickly put the vigilant boyfriend back on the defense. Adam could never quite grasp why his girlfriend didn’t like his attitude towards other men. Retreating Mark knew very well how scarce her amount of male friends was. 

‘There go my potential gains.’ Leaving the vexed couple behind, he welcomed his own wing of the building. ‘I could go and check on Oriel. Or just unpack my own things and be a good student.’

It wasn’t much of a dilemma but nevertheless he decided to leave his things in the room.
Stepping in only for few seconds, Mark threw the black sport bag on his bed. 

As everyone else, he didn’t bring many things with himself, the facility, however isolated from outside world, provided everything that was necessary and everything it’s students ever asked for. With reasonable delays between the order and it’s execution, that is. 

The ice hearted bitch teacher wrote an entire rulebook what was allowed at the school and what not but given that she wasn’t the one to take care of shipping and orders, everything passed. 

Because the one in order was Oriel, a red furred fox that also happened to be the principal, source of half the trouble that ever visited the place and carefree temptress, regularly turning the entire place upside down.

She intentionally broke half if not most of the rules, allowing pornography to be shipped inside, alongside with alcohol and mild drugs. Mark never bothered to ask from where she got the last, answers could lead him to conclusions he didn’t wish to face. 

‘Private boarding school and university’ He thought with deep disbelief inside himself. Each of the students was exceptionally gifted and the blatant lie about prestigious university was what their families were told.

‘We as well bought it.’ All of them gathered in the isolated facility, believing that luck has blessed each one. They were convinced that doors to a new life just opened, that their future would be gold and honey. 

What was true, was that their life has indeed changed. Mark and as he expected, the rest of his fellow students, didn’t exactly know if that a good change or a ruinous one. Only that nothing will be normal again.

He instinctively reached to his arm, rubbing the spot and countless marks of pierced skin, hidden under the pale red fur. ‘Price of euphory’ Phrase that resonated in his mind wildly.

His train of thoughts was soon put to a halt as noise of running water reached him from bathroom attached to the room. He didn’t mistake the rooms, that was for sure. What then?

“I didn’t remember inviting anyone” Nearing the doors, he yelled to catch the attention of whoever was using his shower.

“Yo.” A short, indifferent response of a certain reptile, who didn’t appear to be even mildly bothered with the situation he was caught in.

“Didn’t you mess up rooms, Rafael?” Unexpected but not exactly that surprising, the giant often took more freedom than he should in using other people’s property. 

“No water in my room, I decided to use yours. No problem, right?” The familiar mountain of flesh let out a loud, rolliking chuckle.

“Well I never expected you to meet you in my own shower but feel free to use it” ‘Of course there isn’t any. You could just shower yourself with my blood if you wanted.’ 

“Atta boy.” It frustrated him that the call from behind door actually made him feel better. “I left my bag near the bed. If you want some sexy chicks, it’s all yours”

‘Rafael’s famous pornography collection.’ He turned the blue eyes towards a large gray bag near the bed, not sure how he missed it before. Mark threw his jacket at the bed and wondered about reading the magazines. 

However, there were things he wanted to see much more at this point. Already under the doors, deer boy lowered himself a little lower and spied on the huge crocodile through the keyhole. ‘Just a little peek..’

Adam was large. Rafael on the other hand, was just huge mountain of flesh and muscle. The giant was far beyond two meters and just like with most reptiles, there was little fat to be found on his body.

Hard as stone wherever you touch him, Crocodile was a born murderer and as Mark assumed, he could easily just ram through any door in the facility with ease. Despite of all that, he mostly appeared harmless with eyes fixed on opposite sex. 

To see him naked was quite a sight and the boy didn’t even attempt to fight the erection rising in his pants with gaze focused on large, carved butt. Shining from the water and dripping, it appeared to be heaven.

Because of all the muscle that Rafael was and the scales, surface of his body seemed to be flawless with no exception for the rearquarters. Mark wasn’t gay, at best mildly bisexual but the view was more than enough to turn his tool into stone. 

As the water alluringly flew down the massive ass of his crocodile fellow, he found himself unable to not reach down into his boxers and then take care of throbbing friend.

‘Oh shit..’ Biting his lip, he relished in the view, taking out his own tool and then rubbing it on the wooden door, wetting soft surface with his precum. As Rafael reached to stroke his own ass with soap coated hands, Mark put more strength into his movement, almost entirely leaning on the doors. 

Eventually the godly buttcheeks of were spread apart as Crocodile reached to clean deeper parts of himself and the deer spotted his perfect butthole. Mark’s small, twelve centimeters long manhood was painfully pressed against the door and then ejaculated with a pathetic amount of seed.

Breathing heavily, he remained leaning on the doors for a minute, feeling relief that no masturbating session could ever grant him before. His tool quickly began to shrink, given that it’s purpose was already fulfilled. 

Supporting himself on the doors he felt something warm on his belly, yet wasn’t given enough time to check what exactly had happened. The giant just finished his shower.

As quickly and as quietly as he possibly could, Mark got on his bed and grabbed the first better magazine, swallowing his saliva loudly. Hopefully his friend didn’t suspect anything. 

The doors to his bathroom opened with force, slamming against the bed frame and moving entire piece of furniture a bit. Deer stared hopelessly, praying that nothing broke.

Seconds after the green titan emerged from foggy bathroom in nothing but towel tied just above his waist. Greek god’s chest reflected lamp’s glow. 

“Better.” Sated crocodile marched across the room and then grabbed his bag, still dripping his water and getting it all over not his room.

“Thanks.” Without another word, he marched out of the room, leaving Mark mildly dumbfounded. 

He was back for less than an hour and already managed to help himself to a naked, unsuspecting crocodile under his own shower.

“Good to be back” Slightly amused, he muttered under his own nose. 

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As all of his clothes were folded anew, given that his bag magically managed to turn them into a mess, Mark stood up form the cupboard and stretched, enduring the aching back. 

‘I need to move more.’ Crouching for position easily brought him pain but even after all those years of it, he still tended to forget about it and then suffer for his own mistakes.
‘Not like anyone would put them there for me anyway’

The scaly encounter changed his plans a little, making him decide to stay in his room for a bit more time, given that after ejaculation he had to hit the bathroom. 

Hygiene was one but he wasn’t filling to enter his mistress’ domain with urge to urinate, the memory of last time quickly caused him to wince terrifyingly. 

But once his bladder was emptied and everything unpacked as it should be, Mark grabbed a small package from the bag and left the room to pay another tribute to his personal devil.

It was not permitted to move onto the second floor, where teacher rooms were located. Exceptions, however, could be made if it was an important matter. Luckily for him, the principal abused that right as much as she could.

Small trips to her room were almost daily routine for him and Oriel regularly justified every of his visits as “necessary meetings, important for proper performance of the student body and teacher’s circle alike”. 

And it wouldn’t be any different this time. With his small gift, he scaled the stairs to the upper floor, two steps at once. Excitation and feeling of the unknown flew through his veins. 

Stepping into another prison like corridor, he sneaked closer to the door of his mistress and then knocked quietly, exactly four times in irregular delays between each. 

He heard the groan of her chair and then the heavy, practiced steps, slowly closing on the doors from the other side. But his ears, once more, kicked too late to realize what was going wrong.

The doom keeper herself opened the door and gave him a glare, which turned his spine into frozen glacier. "Police station is currently not working." Her voice was closer to resemble an arctic gale than actual human being.

Attempting to hide the the bag behind himself, he gave her a forced, awkward smile. “O-Oh.. That’s good. I didn’t mean to cause any troubles anyway.” His voice shivered as he stood before a woman that could snap his spine in half with her chest alone.

“I just wanted to apologize what we were saying with Caroline. It was all silly jokes, nothing serious from our side.” Put on absolute defense, he involuntarily took a step back.

"Yes, I understand." She did understand without a doubt but the true meaning of his words. "Also, I assume you haven't heard that teacher staff has exchanged rooms with each other. That is why.. Who you wanted to meet?" She folded her arms, knowing well.

Taking a shot to slip away from the awkward truth he decided to give some convenient lie. “I see. I thought it was the main room for teachers to gather!” 

“Teacher’s lounge.” She corrected him staring with the eyes of deep blue. He was not born a native speaker and still messed up some phrases from time to time. Mark hated to be corrected and the bunny matriarch knew it very well. 

"I see.. And it, by any means, has nothing to do with who previously occupied the room? Even if we, teachers, in fact have our gatherings in the office room." With folded arms, she turned her voice into cunning, demanding intonation.

“And who occupied that room previously? I-I believe it wasn’t you but some other teacher” ‘God damn it, god damn it.’

"I assume you know very well who that was, given you not only managed to sneak up there and then knock on the door. I just, may not be exactly able, to remember who." She walked out of the room in nothing on her chest but red sweater, which even if covering well, could not hide the tits of a sexbomb. 

But before he could furtherly say anything, she cut it shortly. “Regardless. It would appear that you brought something with yourself. For the teachers circle, I assume?”

Ensured that his attempts to hide the package were futile, he took out a small box of chocolates. “From alpine milk. I-I just wanted to thank you for all the work put into me and rest.”

It would seem that he witnessed melting of the glacier. Her expression changed a little when the slick, soft fingers embraced corner of the box, rising it in a slow manner, just like her eyebrows did.

“Then I assume that you will not mind coming in and letting me have a taste? We would also take care of the documentation and papers.” Noticing the pleasant change in her tone, he agreed without thinking.

“Yeah. I mean, Of course.” The matriarch moved aside, clearing the way to her room and office in one. He walked in, examining the place carefully. 

Her room was a clear reflection of her person, empathizing everything she represented with herself. Black and white furnishings along with few minor purple accents, it had it's beauty in elegance and simplicity.

Everything was in perfect order, in it’s place where it belonged. No stray cups or clothes, spotless countertops and window that looked as if someone spent has few centuries polishing it.

Standing in the middle of this temple, he would rather wait for instructions from her side than risk touching something and breaking this perfect order. 

She passed him, swinging the shapely, seat-filling bottom alluringly. Mark always wondered if the ice hearted teacher did that on purpose or it was just the natural way for her to walk.

Eventually, she got behind the desk, carefully placing the box of chocolate on it and then ordering him to take the seat on the other side. “Sit please.”

He fallen onto the chair like a good pup and watched as sky painted, sharp nail pierced the thin foil and then cut horizontally, just to get rid of it entirely afterwards. 

Her fingers opened the box with care and then took out one of the sweet pieces, shaped like a feather and put between pink, flawless lips, eventually pushing it all the way in into salivated insides.

“Delightful.” She spoke with a little muffled voice and then wiped fingers into a handkerchief, throwing it into small, silver painted bin next to her armchair. Grey fur remained spotless.

“I’m glad to hear it.” Honest smile guested on his face while his eyes watched as she turned the box around to him. Mark didn’t dare to take one unless told.

And this choice would appear to be the right one, given her mildly surprised but yet satisfied expression that soon followed. 

“So, I believe that you remember the documents that you had to fill out at your first arrival?” She opened one of the drawers and Mark could notice what lied at the end of it.

A small unfinished salad, peacefully standing next to a black mug with a pattern of rabbit paw on it, both resting on a shallow pile of magazines.

“Yes, Ma’am. Of course I do.” A moderate stack of papers was the topic of their conversation, mostly containing his basic information that he was in need of providing. 

It was more than he needed to even provide for his finals. Back then, he found it a regular formality, even if the last page was rather scandalous. 

“And I see you’re eating healthy. Wise choice, Ma’am.” He gambled and gave her another smile, hoping that the bunny mistress wouldn’t snap his neck in response.

Her eyebrow rised, not amused by his words but he didn’t spot displeasure either, what Mark took for a good sign. With that, she took out a pile of papers from her drawer and slammed onto the desk.

“Do not forget yourself, boy.” Keira’s voce was still cold but not as arctic winter and Mark happily compared it to a large pack of mint ice creams with chocolate chips. Cold but hellishly enjoyable.

Keira, whenever she didn’t act as walking iceberg, could be quite an enjoyable person to talk with. And she could soothe soul with the very sight of her front, that came without a question.

Although Mark was ensured that he would come as well, had he occasion to even see the sex goddess naked. ‘Tits worth dying for.’ 

“My apologies, Ma’am” It felt rewarding to put Keira in mood different than her usual dismissive disdain and the reason for it was simple. To do so was as to perform a miracle and happened just as often.

That said, even if one managed to do so, the ice hearted matriarch wouldn’t let it show. Luckily for Mark, he spent enough time around her to be able to read slight differences in her attitude. 

“The procedure is simple and you’ll have to fill similar sheet as before, simply keeping your information up to date.” With help of her fingers, a purple, metal coated pen found it’s way out of the drawer and then rested before him.

And so he did. Under watchful eye of rich chested mistress, Mark provided all of his personal information once more, most of which haven’t changed even a little bit since last time.

Just as he expected, the last page wasn’t there. It wasn’t as much as Keira taking out the scandalous part, this much he had presumed. The page itself wasn’t supposed to be there in first place. 

The certain piece of the document was filled with the most personal questions, mostly relating to sexual side of life. Penis size, fetishes, sexual orientation and much more. 

But now he could be certain that it was the playful principal’s doing, Oriel doubtlessly added the page on her own. ‘Back then I was just too submissive to refuse’ Even so, he mostly provided false information’

Keira glared at him with squinted eyes as he returned the stack of papers, she didn’t need to check if the work was done in a suitable manner. Mark wasn’t taking his chances and checked everything twice. 

Nothing short of perfection could pass under the observant, bunny eye and she knew it. Everyone knew it and she knew that everyone knows, however that sounds. 

“Mind running a few errands for me?” Even as much as a simple question was a visible sign that the tittied bunny was in good mood because Keira usually didn’t ask people, she simply told them what to do.

“But of course. How could I help you ma’am?” And playing the obedient, little student was always the way to soothe her attitude as in her eyes that was the natural order of things.

“I need everyone to fill out the papers before tomorrow. Be so kind and tell everyone.” It interfered with his plans to meet with the foxy domina but he had nothing to say at this point.

“Consider it done, Ma’am”

“Oh, I do. You may leave. And take the box with yourself, I am ensured that Maddon will appreciate the taste as well.” Releasing the poor deer at least, she hid the papers and turned her focus elsewhere.

He wasted no time getting out of the bunny temple, not willing to test his luck and being in a mild rush. Mark not only had to notice everyone or lose his head but also meet with his own devil mistress. There the price would be much worse for failing to do so. 

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Stepping out of Caroline’s room, a heavy breath of relief left Mark’s lungs. He was already after talk with Rafael, explaining to him what he had to do and listening how he would rather “ravage that little fuckbunny” instead.

Crocodile was straightforward and had too long tongue but wasn’t stupid therefore deer felt assured that he would do as told, given that not only his head was at the stake right now. 

As for the wolf, Mark had no doubts about her doing the right thing. She also promised to tell Adam, who could simply ignore Mark if he tried to explain the situation to him. It was killing two birds with one stone at this point.

‘Now to take care of the rest.’ There were only three people left and he decided to leave the most troublesome for the last. ‘So Ivy it is.’

Case was that Keira enslaved him to do her bidding but the deadline was tomorrow and with that he assumed that everyone already arrived. He hoped so at least. ‘I don’t see myself spending rest of night by the door and explaining to people why I was waiting for them like a maniac’ 

His knuckles softly meet surface of the door, knocking echoed in the corridor as he stood before her room of another born predator. Had it been Rafael, he would come in without waiting.

But things weren’t as simple with Ivy. Had he accidentally walked on her changing, it would take years for him to pay himself out of such trespassing. “In”  A firm, heavy response, a little unfitting for a female.

He opened the door and marched in. Adam was large, Rafael was huge and Ivy fit just somewhere between them. The only difference lied in fact that she was a woman and ith this size came chest just as huge.

Shark with the skin in shade of cinnamon had a little over two meters but if counted from impressive tail, surely could have up to three or four. She didn’t appear to be pure-blooded as the mix of a tiger was rather visible with countless stripes running across her body.

“Hey, little one.” Her deafening laughter filled the room as the giantess rised from bed, getting behind Mark in seconds and them embracing him with vast arm. 

Ivy had quite a motherlike aura around herself what she could partially owe to immense size. Natural shark vigor mixed with her love towards muscle turned and her protective nature turned her into a self called mommy. 

“Hey, Ivy.” Mark didn’t mind it, it always provided an occasion to hug into massive shark breasts which even with impressive size were far from Keira’s. Still, tits are tits as someone smart once said. 

“Need help with opening a jar?” The deer was far from muscled, being a little under average male in these matters and she wouldn’t let him forget. Even so, he was used to it by now.

“Not really.” But being accustomed to mockery was not making it much better and that is why his voice turned a little gritty. In response to which he was given another heartful, honest laughter. 

“I carry news from the doom keeper herself. Stop by her office before tomorrow or she’ll devour your soul.” He would chat with her later, for now there were matters much more important. 

But giant tits pressing into the back of his head made it difficult to simply leave. “Little bunny wants something?” 

Apart from Rafael, Ivy was the only person that didn’t fear Keira in slightest. She was also the only one to be spared blood freezing glares from her side. Big eared matriarch, even though she would never admit it, clearly was fond of the giant shark.

“Paper work.” He summed it up shortly, taking first attempts to separate himself from the giant chest. Mark both needed to finish his job posthaste and had to get out before losing control of his dick.

Being engulfed by flesh of titty giantess and grand pair of tits, it was hard to control yourself. And despite Ivy sexual appearance and behaviour, she was quite innocent in terms of sexual experiences.

“Fine by me. I brought her some fine brazilian Cajuína. Let mommy show you.” She released him from the prison of her muscles but yet held by the neck, forcing to walk deeper into the room with her. 

But he slipped out of her fingers and then with danceful pirouette turned around and walked backward to the doors. “I really need to go now. I don’t want any trouble with Keira.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. 

He ran out of the room before she could say anything more. He didn’t have anything against the predator mommy but matters of much heavier importance had to be attended first. 

‘Sweet sweet fox, when I’ll finally see you?’
