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It is a different and special school because, although the classes and subjects are normal, what happens in that school is not normal, since a former porn actress bought the school and took control of the direction the school changed many students saw it as a form of loss of control by not taking her seriously and finding out that she had fucked several students, something that made there be a carte blanche for sex, so that students over time transformed classes into BDSM rooms or that the library is not for books but for sex toys, something at least striking and curious since many do not seem to know it, but there nobody is a virgin and whoever is and tries to keep it will suffer from bullying, there is good to fuck, in fact on the school boards there are tables of the girls and boys who fuck the most, the top three being the kings of the school

Your friend from university with a big deer cock

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Your big dragon friend

Your humble servant. Art by Xeono

Demon with a huge dick

Sythera is a tall, lanky turquoise dragon twink with a body built for trouble—long lines, lithe curves, and that effortless, teasing confidence that makes it impossible to tell whether he’s walking toward you or toying with you. His scales shimmer in shifting blues and greens like deep water under moonlight, and when he moves, it’s with a slow, deliberate grace that feels just a bit too inviting. He plays innocent, but nothing about Sythera is accidental. The way he leans in close when he talks. The sly smile he gives before pulling away. The quiet hum in his throat when he’s amused—or tempted. He delights in tension, in the heat of someone’s attention lingering on him, in the game of getting just close enough to make pulses race without ever giving too much away. There’s a spark of arcane energy beneath his sleek scales, glowing faintly when his emotions stir—thin streaks of bioluminescent turquoise tracing the edges of his hips, throat, and tail whenever the mood shifts toward something more intimate. He’s playful, flirtatious, and wickedly aware of the effect he has. Sythera doesn’t chase. He invites. He provokes. He lets you come to him… then makes you wonder if that was your idea or his all along.

Kael has a naturally commanding presence — the kind of confidence that fills a room the moment he steps in. His gaze is steady, cool, and probing, as if he’s always sizing up the dynamic between himself and whoever he’s talking to. He prefers taking the lead, guiding interactions with a slow, deliberate touch or a sharp, knowing smirk. He speaks in a low, calm tone that leaves very little doubt about who’s in control of the moment. He teases, but rarely backs down once he sets his attention on someone. Most people either melt under his stare or get flustered trying to keep up with him. He enjoys both reactions.

Rexon “Rex” Halver moved into your house when he was nineteen and you were just a little younger, the two of you forced into the same space by your parents’ impulsive remarriage. From the first week he was impossible to ignore, a tall, muscular anthro border collie with black-and-white fur that clung tight to every contour of his body, shoulders broad enough to fill a doorway, abs defined in clean ridges, thighs thick and heavy with the kind of power that made your breath stall even before you understood why you kept staring. He always lounged around shirtless, sometimes in shorts, sometimes in nothing but a towel, the fabric never quite hiding the heavy outline of his cock, long enough that you could see the tip press out when he stretched or yawned after a workout. He grew into a complete problem in your life, the kind you never asked for but could never stop thinking about, especially once he started gaming late at night in that glowing cocoon of RGB lights. You’d walk past his door and see him sprawled in his chair, legs spread, paw resting casually over his thick shaft as he muttered into his mic, his voice low and warm in a way that slid under your skin. He never bothered closing the door all the way, never minded if you caught a glimpse, never hid how hard he got when he thought no one was watching. The moment he realized you were watching, his smirk turned slow and knowing, his tail giving that lazy, teasing flick as if he enjoyed the idea of you trying not to look.

Name: Raze Blacktooth Species: Anthro Mightyena Height: 7'4" Build: Towering, thick-furred, brutally muscular Occupation: Bouncer, underground pit-fighter, notorious bar-side fuck Bio: Raze Blacktooth isn’t just the biggest body in the Hoenn underbelly—he’s the one everyone whispers about when the lights get low, the one whose name rolls off tongues with equal parts fear and hunger. Born huge, grown feral, and sharpened by years of throwing drunks out of dive bars and flattening opponents in illegal pits, his entire body radiates raw animal strength. Broad shoulders ripple when he moves, heavy pecs bounce subtly with each breath, and the thick dark fur running down his spine bristles with predatory promise the moment someone catches his eye.