Once Kenta realized where he was again Sweetie was on her back on a desk, her legs fanned out 180 degrees with her tight, pink cunt pouring with her juices and dripping down onto the floor in a steady trickle. Kenta's cock rubbed against that opening clearly smaller than the giant thing that was threatening to penetrate it. The only sounds that he could hear were her moans of approval as he grabbed onto her waist, his hands engulfing her as he pushed forward, smming his hips forward and driving that massive rod into her body as quickly and efficiently as possible. If not for the juices fountaining down Sweetie's thighs, he might not have made it inside her. She was still one of the most difficult matchups he'd ever had so far - even Cozy’s Geomorph biology made penetration easier, allowing for easy insertion into her taming-hole. But this was the fight between the biggest cock and the smallest pussy. Not only that, but Sweetie was so excited she kept reaching between her spread legs to squeeze and tug his cock. Any time he leaked precum on her fingers, she immediately withdrew her hand to suck it all off. Fluttershy was whimpering now. She got up from her desk on shaky legs, approaching them in disbelief, only to suddenly have her arm tugged to one side. Samus had caught her. All business, she dragged Fluttershy down into her p, spreading the other girl out nicely. Mizuki and Honey both caught an arm, silently understanding what their boss had in mind. While they continued riding their own dildos in time with Kenta's thrusts, Sweetie Belle's spare was fetched and unceremoniously rammed up Floots's coochy. "Don't bug Mr. Tadashii. He's busy right now," said Samus in her usual dark tone, licking Fluttershy's cheek as she sank 12 inches of toy into the pinkette's quivering pussy. Fluttershy was cumming in no time. And while four girls watched the show, riding their pstic dildos, Kenta enjoyed Sweetie Belle and she enjoyed him. He quickly found holding her by the wrists worked wonders, keeping her docile and easily controlled as he forced his cock inside her. He'd felt really jealous watching that toy bulging Sweetie's tummy... taking its pce felt supremely satisfying. He'd upstaged it rather nicely. More importantly, the itching sensation that had lingered in his balls and shaft since fucking Usagi this morning felt like it was intensifying, turning into a nice teasing sensation that promised to relieve itself... if he just poured his cum up inside this little bitch's tight, hot cunny. Something Sweetie looked very enthusiastic for. Kenta's thrusts were wild and rough, bucking his thick cock into the girl underneath him like a breeding stallion desperately rutting his chosen mate. With each wet sp of their hips, more and more of their combined juices squirted out and spttered onto all of the girls, with Fluttershy getting a front row seat. His legs shook from the intense sight of Sweetie's tiny pussy gripping his shaft with an impossibly tight hug... and if the rge bulge continuously shoving upwards out of her tummy was any indication, he was basically using her womb to masturbate. Grabbing hold of her ankles, Kenta spun Sweetie over, pnting her face against the desk in a quick, rough movement before gripping onto her wrists, yanking them backwards and suspending her on his dick. Wearing her like a moaning cock ornament, he turned around and continued thrusting, letting her legs dangle as he pumped his dick into her like a machine, juices flowing down them and into pools of liquids forming at his feet. Sweetie Belle was so full of cock. She felt so good being so full of cock. Kenta's brute-force hammering was going to leave a deep impression on her, one she'd think back to time and time again, usually while touching her hungry little kitty in future. Because right here, in the moment, thoughts of the cock filling up her pussy to breaking point consumed her, all of the little brat's mind overwhelmed by glorious, strong, powerful penis. She loved Kenta. She loved Kenta's cock. And she loved cumming, ideally all over Kenta's cock. A great, long wail of orgasmic bliss was dragged from the tiny girl's throat as she held onto Kenta's side for dear life, giving him back almost as much of her pussy-juices as a cock-coating as he was pumping semen into her womb. "Hyyyaaaggghhhhh! Daddyyyyyy!" Finally, thankfully, Kenta felt the pressure in his balls rising up and into his cock. He groaned, speeding up his intense thrusting as he began to pump gallons of thick, heady semen directly into Sweetie’s womb, which bulged her tummy out even further as she filled with his seed. Even when orgasming, he continued to piston her cunt like a machine while more and more white, hot cum poured out of her like a bucket was overturned. Kenta's eyes rolled back in his head as he finally began to slow down, pulling her up by the wrists and holding onto her by her torso while he worked her up and down his cock like a fucktoy, going from wild thrusts to massaging her insides with his tool, letting more and more of his jizz pour out of her. And that's how a wise, benevolent caretaker sorts out difficulties with this students. Sweetie Belle was stuffed with cum, Fluttershy was a whimpering, orgasming wreck... and the other girls weren't doing too bad either. As all three of them arched their backs and moaned out in simultaneous release, their horse-cock toys finally became unstuck to their seats, dumping Honey, Mizuki and Samus on the floor, and Fluttershy along with them. They all y in a puddle of their own juices, legs still twitching, pussies still gushing cream. It almost made you wonder how things like this kept happening. As the blinding haze filling Kenta's mind began to dissipate, he looked down at the body impaled on his cock, leaking a veritable flood of his cum out of her used hole and mentally chastised himself. This had all clearly gotten out of hand somewhere along the way, but once he noticed that Sweetie was rolling her hips to feel his dick stretch her out as much as it could, softly cooing in satisfaction, he figured that maybe the entire mess was salvageable on some level. Plus, as annoyed as he was at himself for going overboard, it had calmed down the raging torrent in his balls. With a bit of a grunt and a shiver in his hips, Kenta lifted Sweetie upwards and the huge bulge in her belly began to recede as his cock slid out of her. Finally coming out of her tight little hole with the sound of a wet 'pop', his huge tool, glistening and dripping with both of their juices, twitched and jumped from the cold air of the cssroom hitting it. Sweetie began to whine a bit as she felt her 'daddy's' nice, big cock slip out. Once the flesh plug was fully removed, a waterfall of Kenta's seed began to pour from between her legs while she wordlessly protested - it seemed that she wanted to keep all that gooey cream inside of her. She wasn't in much of a position to voice her compints, though. Even with that comfortably warm rod gone, she was completely satisfied, her mind bubbling and fizzing from cumming her cute little head off. Kenta sat her down on a nearby chair, letting her catch her breath while she poured and gushed along with the rest of the girls, and shoved his dick back into his pants before realizing something pretty crucial. The button was missing. Shit. He tried his best to look as dignified as possible while holding the front of his pants (something that probably wasn't going as well as he hoped) as he frantically looked over his immediate area for the tiny little trooper. After a little bit of searching, he sighed, realizing that finding the button in this cssroom was probably like finding a needle in a haystack and hung his head with a sigh, resigning himself to his fate. Well, there wasn't time to deal with that right now, he'd have to just live with it. He did find Fluttershy's thong, however - super-skimpy, with thin bck straps leading to a green triangle across the crotch, with a cute bunny design on it - and pocketed the torn and ruined garment. Looking back at the group of panting, writhing girls, he figured that it would probably be a good idea to at least return their panties to them and gathered up those thongs from where Fluttershy had dropped them. Looking at the collection of thongs made Kenta feel like some kind of ascended pervert, the kind that you'd see in all those bad ecchi animes out there who would catch a glimpse of a bunch of girl’s underwear before being called 'baka' and dealt tremendous physical harm as a result. If he was to go back in time a year and tell the previous version of himself that he'd be in that kind of situation, Year -1 Kenta would probably ugh him off like it was some kind of weird joke. What a difference a year made, huh? He felt like he was some kinda racehorse that had been put out for breeding. Did breeding studs ever compin about all the sex they have? Maybe they were just happy to get tons of food and tons of good pussy and just live happily with their status in life. Kenta thought that maybe it'd be kind of nice to be a horse. They didn't have to worry about alien invasions. Though on the other hand, they didn't have to worry about sapience, either, so in the end he figured that maybe it was kind of a win-lose. Plus, horses couldn't exactly protect much - they basically all just sorta ran a bunch and neighed a lot. Horses were weird. Kenta shook his head. Where the hell did that come from? Whatever. He had better things to do than daydream about being a horse - he still had to go to the school nurse's office to get his checkup. In order to finish up here, he turned his attention to the four sets of underwear Fluttershy had dropped. Kenta realized he'd have to return them to their owners at some point. The white thong with "Daddy's Girl" written on the ass could realistically belong to any of them, but the bck lingerie set was probably for one of the more mature girls. The pink and leopard-print thongs that were so thin they were like more string could, again, belong to anyone. Nevertheless, he went around to all the girls, awkwardly slipping their thongs back onto them as best as he could. It wasn't entirely sure which pair belonged to which girl, but he could make some reasonable assumptions - Given recent developments, the white thong with "Daddy's Girl" written on it was probably Sweetie Belle's. Honey seemed to be pretty pink-obsessed, so he figured the pink one was probably her's.The st two were a bit harder. Looking at Samus, she seemed like the most no-nonsense one out of the group. A mature, bck lingerie thong probably fit her the most. Which left the leopard-print one for Mizuki. After sliding up Mizuki's thong (and giving the band a quick little snap), Kenta walked over to Fluttershy. She was still pantyless, and given the fact that he had ripped them in half, she'd have to go without. Granted, it was going to be part of her punishment, so he didn't feel too bad about it, but she was currently leaking like a faucet after being "disciplined". Right then, he had a bit of a kinky idea. Kneeling down, he slowly pulled the horsecock dildo out of the megabusty pinkette, watching as she shuddered and leaked, her legs seeming to naturally spread apart. Kenta reached into his pocket, taking out the green thong with the cute bunny design and slowly pressed it into Fluttershy's drooling cunt, pushing it up into her until just the broken bands remained, hanging out and dangling between her slit. "Oooh, my butt... Ahhh, my butt's so red..." groaned Fluttershy, wiggling her shiny caboose for everyone to see. Fixing the unlikely troublemaker with a stern look, Kenta crossed his arms. "Keep those there for the rest of the day and meet me back in the cssroom after school for detention, Fluttershy. We need to have a talk about this kind of behavior, young dy. Now apologize to these girls for stealing." And when he took that firm tone with her, barking out an order, goodness but did she obey immediately! For such a naughty little brat it looked like she really craved a strong authority figure in her life. And yet... "Oooh, of course..." she said in that dull, quiet tone she sometimes used, usually when she was saying something so scivious as to make all nearby cocks throb to attention, "Of course I'll apologize, sir... I'm so sorry, girls... I'm so sorry, Tadashii-san has scheduled a private punishment session with me tonight... A long, hard training session on how Fluttershy needs to be a good, good girl, mmmh..." A hard swat to her bottom soon corrected this little kink in her behaviour. She squealed in pain, shook her ass like a beast until it stopped stinging, and then whimpered out slowly, "Nnngh! Sorry! I'm so sorry! I won't steal anyone's panties againnnnn, nnnhhhh..." Fluttershy got up from the desk she'd been lying on and quickly stumbled towards the door before she could get swatted again, high heels click-ccking as she walked on shaky legs. Before she was even out the door she was poking fingers between her thighs, trying to find a way to masturbate without disobeying his orders and removing the panties he'd wedged inside her. The st thing he saw before the door closed was a frustrated finger - having met with too much resistance in front - gliding closer to the tight little pucker of her asshole, prodding it gingerly... Looks like she was about to discover a new side to herself, and it was all teacher's fault~ Was Fluttershy that into being disciplined? "Flutter - " Kenta couldn't even finish his sentence as she ccked out of the cssroom, fingers toying with her own asshole. Kenta gave a bit of a sigh, trying to piece together in his brain where everything had gone so wrong. Regardless, the other girls required his attention. They were all in the middle of getting their thongs back on, cleaning up some of the sweat dripping off their bodies. All of them, without exception, had stashed one of Fluttershy's toys in their school bags, clearly figuring this was a case of 'waste not, want not.' "Sorry your study hall got ruined, girls..." They all turned to their teacher in a row, looking antsy and pent-up. Only Sweetie Belle looked a little relieved, but it wasn't like she couldn't be coerced to go a second round if need be. "Shall we... get back to css~?" asked Honey a little hesitantly. Her eyes flickered down to the prominent bulge in his pants even as she said it, betraying her thoughts as btantly as if she'd said them out loud. Kenta couldn’t help but wonder if he was setting a bad example here. Fluttershy had just been bragging about how she was going to get detention while standing in front of the other girls like it was some kind of big praise. And then he’d used Sweetie like a cocksleeve in front of them all as well. Wasn’t it all teaching them that acting out meant they’d get ‘special treatment?’ This was certainly a conundrum. As Kenta looked up at Honey, he could pretty much read exactly what she was thinking at the time. She looked needy and desperate. At least, he thought she did, though it could have just been that his fuck-centric brain was seeing connections that weren't actually there at this point. What was the right decision in this case? Did Kenta leave the girls be for now and risk the chance that they fall down into the same hole as Fluttershy? Or did he give into base desires and fuck his underage, teenage student-sluts, betraying what little of his morals he had left? The temptation was almost overwhelming, but... "I - It's... probably a good idea to get back to css, yeah. Next period is coming up soon..." Kenta looked back at Honey with an apologetic expression, scratching the back of his head. Hopefully she understood the underlying meaning of what he was saying. Looking over all the gorgeous bodies in front of him made this so hard to do. "There's still some time until that test. Would you uh... be willing to try this all again tomorrow...?" Kenta looked over the faces of the four girls, hoping that they understood what he meant. He didn't want to let them down and have more delinquents on his hands, but he didn't want to let things continue under the pretenses that had been set up, today. He was supposed to be their teacher. Their futures were in his hands. It was just becoming increasingly apparent that teaching these girls meant that he'd be teaching them with his body, as well... "I won't allow my students to be taken advantage of. You must get to them first." Kenta mentally facepalmed as he thought back to his first ever interview over the phone with Celestia. As for how the girls took it... Crabby? Yes. Cranky? Yes. Frustrated and horny? Yes and yes. But... unable to understand Kenta's position? Not at all. So while the girls fidgeted and grumped as Kenta very obviously rebuffed their advances, at the same time they couldn't be mad at him in particur. And getting a private study session tomorrow to make up for today's being such a disaster? Well, that just sounded peachy. So as the quartet headed out of the room, leaving him to get back to work, he already overheard them discussing 'Who was going to be Kenta?' with all four girls vehemently expressing their personal equivalents of "Not it!" as much as possible. It all sounded like gibberish at first, maybe even vaguely insulting, until he heard mention of a strap-on... and it all fell into pce. Goodness, these girls were something else. Still, he didn't have time to think it over. He quickly hurried off to the nurse's office as fast as his legs could carry him. A gaggle of girls were already leaving and said hi to him as they passed by: they seemed to be talking something or other about their BIMBO chips malfunctioning, although he didn't catch any specifics. Things were already moving too fast for him to keep up. Still! Time to meet the new nurse. --- Stepping into the nurse's office, he found it deserted at first... until he saw what looked like one of the students sitting on one of the beds, looking at him pointedly. Then he took a closer look at her uniform, and it took his breath away. This was no schoolgirl uniform! This was something that gave the student’s outfits a run for their money on its own terms! The school's nurse uniform was, like everything else here, done up to the 9s in an endless attempt to titilte and tease. For a start, it looked more like a cocktail dress. The entire barely-there garment was woven all from a single piece of material, and what a small piece of material it was! The sleeves were short, the colr was high and tight, the wearer’s breasts had practically no room to move whatsoever, like the dress was vacuum sealed over the top of them... and the skirt was more like a tassel! Two slits up either thigh ran all the way to the waist, leaving nothing more than a scrap of fabric to cover tight feminine cunt and bulging, broodmare ass, and both were immediately sucked - dragged - into the depths of the thighs or buttocks they yered over. The effect led to almost entirely bare thighs, and the skirt being pulled into the depths of the ass in back. Of course, gloves, bonnet and thigh-high stockings were all in attendance as well. All pink, just like the dress. But perhaps most importantly, the dress had a tube design, with only a few clips around the throat and waist keeping the vertical slit down the front of one tit together. Popping either would see the whole thing come springing off... heck, a lot of flesh was already oozing through the slit as it was. And with the vacuum-seal effect on a ft, washboard tummy, it was just dying to be pyed around with and explored. More importantly... the one wearing it was someone who perhaps should not be. Sitting on the table, arms folded under her giant breasts with a cigarette in her mouth... was Cozy Glow. Geomorph General, hanging around the school he'd sworn to protect from her kind. "Well, heya Mr Tadashii. Ya bweak a nail or somethin'? Golly... Do you need a bandaid~?" It took Kenta a bit for the gears in his head to start turning again. He stared straight ahead at the young ‘nurse’ sitting on the bed, cigarette smoke wafting around her like a fog as it licked at the tight, pink uniform practically painted onto her curves in an absurd mockery of how a nurse's uniform should look. It honestly took him longer than it probably should have to untch his gaze from those giant tits and up to the face that shouldn't be where it was. "C - Cozy?!" Once the wrench finally came free of the cogs, Kenta jumped up with a start, his hands shooting away from his pants in shock and causing the buttonless garment to fall a bit, draping around his bulge. He was too busy to notice, though, nervously looking all around him as if his cover for being an MG pilot was about to be blown and to check that yes, this was actually the new nurse. Shutting the door behind him a little too quickly, he pressed himself against its frame, looking back at the little Geomorph General and speaking in a loud whisper. "W - What are you doing here?!" Once more his gaze wandered, dropping below her face and tracing over her (very) ample curves to take in the sight of the delicious outfit this cutie had been poured into. His cock naturally responded with a healthy twitch as he craned his neck subconsciously to follow the slit in the dress inward, checking if what was promised by the bare waist was true. "W - Why are you wearing... that?" Kenta felt a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. This probably wasn't good. "Well... It looks like I'm about to get impaled by Tokyo's resident justice cwusader," she giggled, watching his pants struggling to stay up, only remaining around his hips thanks to his boner pinning them in pce. Making it through this day without draining his balls in bitches was getting harder by the second.