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Just One Spritz (SynTech)

By Danath

Written during the Corporate Recruitment livestream, 7/10/18

Aurelius © Equoaurelius (https://equoaurelius.sofurry.com/)

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Professor Aurelius's eyes bulged. His nostrils flared and his hooves, clad in thick silicon shoes, tapped aggressively against the tiled floor beneath his large wooden desk. Behind the angry stallion, shelves lined with books sat ready to be referenced and a large window overlooking the small campus of SynTech University allowed plenty of light into the large room. There were a few chairs on the other side of the desk - simple wooden chairs, nothing fancy like the professor's own large swivel rocker.

"I don't believe it!"

The large stallion stood up and slammed his hands down on the table. His muzzle, white towards his nose and lips, tan like the rest of his body around his face, let out a few choice curses as ripped open the desk drawer and rifled inside before emerging with a large red marker. He scribbled a giant "F" on the paper and circled it twice, then crumpled the pages up and threw them in the trash next to his desk. The stallion's white mane ruffled between his pointed ears and down the back of his neck, disappearing into his dark brown suit coat, as he shook his head again.

"Absolutely unacceptable. They're getting worse every year."

The six-and-a-half-foot tall stallion slumped back into his chair. A look of resignation crossed his face as he looked at the large stack of papers he had yet to grade. So far, he counted only a handful of submissions as complete, well-sourced, and making some sort of point. The rest, to now, were dreary and miserable concoctions of readily available online sources and little original thought.

Worse, the papers were all from SynTech employees trying to earn advanced degrees to progress up the corporate ladder. Especially the one he'd just tossed in the garbage.

The white phone on the corner of the horse's desk rang and he leaned over, past his keyboard, to pick up the receiver.

"Hello, yes?" he said, his voice curt. "Oh, Marvin! Hello!"

Instantly the stallion relaxed. Marvin was a former professor, now leading a research team somewhere in the byzantine maze of laboratories occupying the underground structures beneath the enormous SynTech campus. Aurelius taught with him for several years before the squirrel switched to a full-time research gig, something the stallion considered more strongly every year.

"Yes, lunch sounds fantastic. I have got to tell somebody about how bad these papers are this year." A pause, and then: "Yeah, definitely worse. I'll bring the latest one to show you. Okay, the regular cafe? See you there. Bye, Marvin."

Aurelius walked to the cafe, only a few blocks away on the sprawling campus, past the small education buildings housing various departments. It was unusual for a corporation to have a fully accredited university free to its employees, but the pay was good and the hours even better. The problem with adult students, however, was that they often were not the most motivated.

Which is exactly what he explained to the sympathetic Marvin as they ate their lunches.

"And if they even bother showing up to a night class, half of them are asleep before I even start going over the material!"

The stallion took a swig of his wheatgrass energy drink and shook his head, sending his mane flying again.

Marvin leaned forward and nodded. He was a tall coelacanth, broad in the shoulders, with a flat head and a large mouth. Dark gray skin wrapped around a pair of yellow eyes as he considered.

"You know that's why I left," he said. "There's always a position for you in my department."

The stallion shook his head. "You know I enjoy teaching, and the pay is good. Plus I can work on getting my own papers published."

"Still..."

"Yeah... maybe one day."

It was nice for Aurelius to commiserate with Marvin. The stallion was often too intellectual for his own good, going off on tangents in conversations and bringing up advanced subjects that nobody else ever heard about, making conversation with the stallion a chore at times. Marvin, sharing his passion for his chosen field, was one of the few people on the SynTech campus Aurelius felt comfortable around.

The coelacanth pressed his fingers together under his jaw and grinned.

"I may have a solution for you," he said. "Whoever wrote that -" He paused to motion at the crumpled F-marked pages on the table between them. "- is obviously in need of a stern authority figure to set them on the right track. And you say this person wants to get promoted by next year?"

The horse nodded his long muzzle and leaned back, slurping the last of his wheatgrass. "He's absolutely clueless. Not sure why he was hired other than his looks."

The coelacanth grinned and reached into his pocket. He produced a small bottle with a plunger at the top - a tiny aerosol mister. He extended his smooth fingers towards Aurelius, who set down his drink to accept the bottle. It was about four inches long, maybe an inch thick, and was solid white in color with a string of dot-printed numbers around the bottom.

"What's this?" Aurelius asked, sniffing at the dispenser.

"Something my team cooked up for me," Marvin said, leaning back. "Give yourself a spritz the next time your trouble students stop by and I guarantee your classes will go much smoother."

"This isn't some crazy sort of spray that's gonna make my junk grow twenty feet long, right? I remember when you lent Terrence that cologne last year."

The coelacanth laughed again. His large chest expanded inside his white button-up with each breath. "No, no, and besides, that was temporary. It was only supposed to last the weekend, not all the way until Thanksgiving. This is just a little scent-based pheromone that will make sure your students treat you with the respect you deserve."

The stallion fingered the tube and contemplated it. He'd been around SynTech long enough to see firsthand the sorts of shenanigans that went on and he wasn't sure he wanted to get involved in them. His books and research were more important.

But if his students did their work properly, he would have much more time to delve into a whole new branch of early phonetic pronunciations. Maybe tackle that translation project he'd shelved a few years back. Even finish writing that dissertation for his fourth doctorate...

"Just one spritz?"

The coelacanth leaned back, hands behind his head and flicked the large fin running from his eyebrows down the back of his neck like a scaly mane, and nodded. "Yup. Money back guarantee."

Aurelius grinned and shrugged. "At this point... I guess I'm willing to give anything a shot."

The stallion said his goodbyes to Marvin later when they'd finished eating and spent thirty minutes debating the origins of various linguistic phenomenon. On the way back to his office, Aurelius kept his hand in his pocket, touching the small sprayer. Would it work? What exactly did it too? Marvin wouldn't tell him, just kept saying it was safe and easy. Not to worry.

But the stallion overthought most everything and this was no exception. Even once he was in his office at his desk, he had the small bottle on the edge and stared at it intently, thinking of every possible consequence and scenario. Should he get anything that could be damaged by fluids off the floor? Would it be a good idea to use it outside in case he started growing? He once saw a colleague's head burst through the floor beneath his feet after his students hacked into a SynTech lab computer and found the specs for a chemical dart gun. The stallion had no desire for such difficulties, especially not when it involved a ten-foot long maleness smashing his wall up.

But he did trust Marvin, and so when the knock came at the door and the unmistakable voice of his very worst student, Aurelius acted on instinct: he picked up the bottle, aimed it at his face as Marvin instructed him, and spritzed.

He wasn't sure anything actually happened - he kept his eyes closed - but he felt a fine mist of something spread across his hide. When he touched his nose, though, it was already dry. There was no scent to the stuff.

"Professor? Are you in?"

The stallion shoved the bottle into his desk drawer and straightened up. "Come in!" he called.

A large reptilian muzzle pressed through the door as it cracked open. The dark black scales were coated in a fine layer of golden fuzz that pressed through the tight-knit scales. The soft fur thickened as it traveled back towards the lion-dragon hybrid's eyes, eventually forming a full, large mane that wrapped around his head and neck, hiding the smooth black scales forming his skin entirely. The hybrid stepped into the room and Aurelius tried not to grimace at his choice of clothing: dirty jeans, an old t-shirt, and battered tennis shoes. Even his long tail looked frumpy: fur bent to the sides of the ridges running down the the top of the appendage as though he'd not bothered to brush after waking up. The tuft at the end was a single solid tangle of hair.

"Chadwick," the stallion said, nodding. "Have a seat."

"Sure. What's up, prof?"

The stallion clenched his jaw. "Professor Aurelius, please."

"Sure, whatever."

"Chadwick, your last submission was unacceptable. I'm of half a mind to report you for plagiarism."

The dragon's lips parted, immediately protesting his innocent. He leaned forward in his chair, almost across the stallion's desk.

Aurelius held up a hand and was surprised when Chadwick's long muzzle clamped shut. His large green eyes widened in shock.

"Well, that's better," the horse said. "If you'll think for a moment, Chadwick, you'll realize I said I was only thinking about reporting you. Redo this paper by the end of the week and I'll consider re-grading it. As of now, you have an F in my course."

"That's not fair! I worked hard on that paper and you can't just toss it out like-"

Aurelius held up his hand again and Chadwick's muzzle slammed shut like he'd been stung. The stallion's eyes narrowed slightly. Chadwick was always the loudest talking during the lectures and demonstrations. Why was he being quiet now? Was this what the coelacanth meant when he said his students would be better behaved?

"Sorry, Professor Aurelius."

The stallion blinked. Chadwick's tone was almost... pleasant.

"I'll... um... wait..."

The hybrid looked confused. He opened and closed his muzzle several times, but when he spoke his lips moved as though he were trying to say something else. He stood up and banged his fist on the desk.

"I will get it done by the end of the week! Thank you for being fair-minded!" he said, voice rising as his eyes crossed with the effort of trying to say something other than what was coming out of his long muzzle. His fur and mane bristled with the effort. "I'm not going to rest until I've made sure you get my very best work, sir!"

Breathing hard, the lean dragon-lion rested on his arms, elbows locked as he panted hard. His tail flicked behind him, large at the base but narrow and rope-like at the tip.

"Well, I'm not sure what brought on this change of attitude, but I'm happy for it," Aurelius said. "Double check your spelling and make sure you use your sources appropriately. I'd also appreciate it if you made some sort of effort to clean yourself up when you come to my class, Chadwick."

The dragon-lion's feline ears flicked as he lowered his head and sank back into his chair. His muzzle curled into a smile after a few moments.

"Yes, sir, I'll make sure my appearance is appropriate in the future. Thank you for the advice, sir."

Aurelius leaned back in his chair. What was this unusual feeling he had? It wasn't happiness, but something else... relief? Satisfaction? A mix of the two? For once, he wasn't going to have to drag hard work out of his pupils.

"Thank you, Chadwick, for your cooperation. That will be all."

The dragon-lion's nostrils flared as he leaned forward, one paw pressing to the desk. He appeared to want to say something, but at the same time he tried to stop himself. Aurelius was almost amused as the hybrid's internal emotions fought the new desire to be obedient and diligent.

"Thank you sir and you smell very nice today thank you goodbye!"

Unable to say anything without embarrassing himself, the black-scaled, golden-furred hybrid leapt from the chair and stalked out, tail flipping side to side as he yanked open the door and slammed it behind him.

"Sorry, Professor Aurelius! It won't happen again!" followed by a low moan.

The stallion grinned and leaned back in his chair again.

"Thanks, Marvin..."

The next few days passed peaceably. Most of his classes were only two or three days a week. The next time Chadwick would arrive for his course was Friday, also the deadline he'd set for the hybrid to finish his rewrite.

Aurelius was pleasantly surprised to see Chadwick in class. His golden fur was brushed to a shine and he wore a clean pair of blue jeans and a flannel button-up. Not high class, but a significant improvement over his previous dirty and ripped clothing. Even the tuft of his long tail was combed through and through, leaving it wispy and ethereal. The lion-dragon sat at attention the entire time Aurelius spoke in front of the lecture hall. He engaged his fellow students during the small group conversations. He even volunteered several answers when the stallion called on volunteers to explain a concept, and, even more miraculously, he was mostly correct.

After the class ended, Aurelius headed for his office. He'd barely sat himself down in his chair when he heard a knock at the door.

"Professor Aurelius? It's Chadwick. I've finished my report, sir."

The stallion's eyes widened. It was real. It worked. He'd have to make sure he thanked Marvin in person the next time he saw the coelacanth.

Fumbling for the drawer of his desk, Aurelius fished out the bottle and held it up to his face.

"Just one moment, Chadwick!"

The stallion squeezed the bottle, but misjudged how much pressure to apply, being more excited and less careful than the first time he used it. The cap splintered and most of the remaining fluid sprayed in a gush across his broad, long face.

"Ack!"

The stallion coughed as the scentless liquid evaporated in moments. He could feel it entering his lungs as he coughed a few more times. Eyes streaming, he tossed the broken remains of the bottle in the garbage can to the side of the desk and wiped the remaining liquid off on his black slacks.

"Ahem... come in, Chadwick!" he called, trying to arrange himself to look casual and not as though he were up to something.

The door opened and the well-groomed young dragon-lion entered the room. He waited for the stallion to nod at the chairs before taking a seat. He held a dark blue binder under his arm - a far more professional presentation of his work than the previous stapled, coffee stained copy. He set it on the desk and pressed it forward as his nostrils flared, eyes going wide.

"Uh... Professor Aurelius?" he asked. "Are you... wearing... cologne? You smell... really good..."

"No, nothing like that," Aurelius said, trying to keep his face neutral. "Let's see your paper, please..."

The stallion picked up the binder and started reading as the black scales under the lion's golden fur shifted. Chadwick leaned forward in his chair, nostrils opening wide as he tried to inconspicuously get closer to the tan horse. Aurelius didn't notice - he was absorbed in the report, which, while not the greatest thing he'd ever read, was far and above the quality of Chadwick's last attempt. It was readable, interesting, and contained only a few minor grammar mistakes that could have snuck by anyone. The polish was clear and it had been edited thoroughly.

"Really good, Chadwick," Aurelius murmured, eyes locked on the pages as he flipped through.

He didn't realize Chadwick was in some distress. The handsome and fit hybrid's legs squeezed together. He pressed his retractable claws into the wood of the desk as his eyes widened, pupils fully dilated, green rings staring intently at the horse. His tail whipped back and forth behind him as his haunches wriggled, almost like he was readying himself for a pounce.

"Thank you, sir," he said, his voice a gasp.

"This part about the morpheme relationships in proto-languages is very well thought out."

"Th... thank you..."

"And I especially like your conclusion. Really wraps it all up nicely."

"I'm.... I'm glad, Professor."

"Yes, I'd say this is a vast improvement, Chadwick. I can safely say this is getting an A-plus!"

A long and low moan dribbled over the lion-dragon's lips as both paws clutched at his crotch. Aurelius's head jerked up, realizing finally that something wasn't quite right with Chadwick. The lion's pants were soaked, wet and dripping, as the outline of a thick maleness stretched down the hybrid's right thigh.

"Chadwick?" the stallion asked, standing.

"Nnnnnggghhhhhh... yes, Professor?" the hybrid moaned. His eyes opened, locking onto Aurelius's with a fierce intensity.

"Do you... uh, do you feel alright?"

Drops of pre-cum splattered on the tiles beneath Chadwick's chair. The male trembled, groaning again, as he lurched forward, hips sliding against the front of the desk, an "o" of pleasure on the draconic muzzle sticking out of the large, silky golden mane.

"I feel incredible, Professor," he gasped. "I just... I want to... I need... nnggghhh..."

The lion's nostrils flared again as he leaned over the desk. More rivulets of seed pulsed inside his jeans, squirting through the fabric and rolling down the leg in pulses. His head pressed forward, almost to the stallion's suit coat.

"Chadwick!"

Muscles tensed, then released like a spring. The hybrid's body pounced forward, landing awkwardly on the other side of the desk in the stallion's arms. Aurelius fell into his chair as the moaning, squirming draconic feline's body squeezed into him. The wriggly ball of scales and fur clawed at his suit, trying to pull it down as his muzzle slid under the stallion's long lower jaw, scenting the horse's musk. Aurelius could feel the tickling whiskers and fur and tried pushing Chadwick away, but the fit hybrid's legs spread around his hips, holding him in place.

"Oh, Professor," the younger male moaned, "Please let me stay... I want to do everything to make you happy... please..."

As the smooth feline paw pads slid inside the horse's chest and stroked across his powerful pectorals, Aurelius was tempted to say no. Obviously something was wrong with the hybrid. Hadn't Marvin said just to use one spritz? And he'd used nearly the whole bottle! No wonder Chadwick was acting a little crazy.

The stallion's eyes went wide as the feline's paws shoved down into his pants, groping insistently as the flaccid maleness tucked into Aurelius's underwear. Okay, a lot crazy.

"Chadwick!"

Aurelius stood up suddenly and tried to push the male off his lap, but Chadwick's claws stuck into his clothes and dragged his slacks down over his thighs, revealing the bulge in his underwear and his powerful thighs. Aurelius shuddered as one paw slid under his shirt, fingers rubbing across the bulges of his six-pack of his belly stretching out his hide. He huffed as the length in his short underwear shivered and reacted to the lion's muzzle pressing up against it.

His whole shaft drooped outwards next when Chadwick's eager fingers tugged his underwear down. The draconic feline's muzzle opened and, before Aurelius could stop him, the hybrid's lips wrapped around his maleness, swallowing to the hilt and holding it deep in his muzzle. Aurelius's fingers grabbed at the lion-ears sticking out of the smaller male's mane as his length hardened quickly.

"Oh... oh, my..."

The dragon-lion's muzzle pulled back slowly and then pushed back over. He groaned around the length, inhaling through his nose when he could, desperate to taste and please the professor. His fingers slid across the stallion's powerful thighs and even ran around the back to his muscular ass for some gropes.

The dragoncat gasped as he pulled his head back, popping off the growing horsecock in front of him as Aurelius moaned. With an urgent groan, Chadwick's muzzle pressed back forward, this time going underneath the half-hard length. Aurelius closed his eyes as he felt the long muzzle slide across his meaty sac, then open and swallow one of the nuts, all that Chadwick could fit in his muzzle at once.

Things progressed quickly from there. Unable and not really wanting to stop the excited, dribbling dragon-lion, Aurelius ended up on the floor on his side of the desk with Chadwick on top, legs spread around his growing maleness. The long, smooth tongue extended several inches from the dragon-lion's muzzle and slathered the professor's left pec with saliva before doing the same to the other. Chadwick's body shivered as more thick pre-cum pulsed from his tip, dripping steadily down the side of Aurelius's thigh. The smaller male's fingers grabbed at the stallion's chest as he pushed his nostrils close, inhaling Aurelius's scent deep again and again, unable to find enough satisfaction despite his closeness.

Soon the hybrid's long tongue slid across every inch of Aurelius's torso. His thick stallion shaft, well over a foot long and fat enough that he couldn't get his fingers all the way around the pink length, throbbed as it jutted from the black-skinned sheath, above the similarly black sac. He wrapped his paws around Chadwick's hips, holding the squirming dragoncat steady before undoing the smaller male's pants, tugging his jeans down. The squirming student was no help in the process, far too occupied with tasting, smelling, and exploring every inch of Aurelius's body. The horse's ears flicked as Chadwick's fine chest fur and supple scales pressed against his face while the half-lion suckled on the pointed tips. The hybrid's black scales didn't show on most of his nude body, but the thinner, wispy fur on his chest and stomach allowed some of the glossy black to glint in the light of the window behind them.

"Oh, Professor... oh, Professor!"

Aurelius grunted as he felt the hybrid's hips slide along his stalk, caressing his length with the smooth, velvet fuzz growing through the edges of the fine black scales. He was fully hard now, thicker than a soda can and three times as long. Even his fat flare formed as he gasped - the lion-dragon's claws stroked over his chest as the tongue cleaned the inside of his sensitive ear. Digging his fingers into Chadwick's hips, the last of Aurelius's reservations deserted him. Baring his blunt teeth, he guided the eager male's hips down against his flared tip, grinding up under the large tailbase.

"Yes, yes!" Chadwick crooned. He tried to push down hard but the professor's thickness flexed and popped up.

"Easy," Aurelius gasped.

"Yes, sir."

Instantly the unruly behavior ceased. Though Chadwick's claws kneaded at his chest and the lion-dragon's long muzzle explored the other ear, he no longer wiggled madly as the stallion gripped his hips again and pushed him down against the wide tip of his maleness. It was much easier this time and, producing all the natural lube that Chadwick could desire, Aurelius clenched his jaw and pushed.

Both males groaned and shuddered as the well-hung horse slid deep. Chadwick's hips pushed down until he sat on the stallion's thighs, taking every last inch in one deep go. The hybrid's cock spat warm blasts of pre-cum against Aurelius's belly as he clenched and squeezed around the stalk inside him.

Aurelius smiled, eyes closing, relaxing as Chadwick's eager muzzle kissed along the side of his face. The insatiable hybrid's lust only grew as he pulled up and pushed down, grinding around the professor's thickness with more and more urgency. His cock ached, but Chadwick couldn't cum - not yet.

"Oooh... that's good... yes... just like that, Chadwick... nfff..."

The hybrid's glazed eyes opened wide as the professor praised him, exciting him even further. He shuddered, pushing back hard, feeling the fat stallion-shaft sink deep each time, filling him up just the right way beneath his wiggling and twisting tail. The pleasure just being near Aurelius made him harder than he'd ever been before, but still he couldn't cum. He humps his hips forward and back relentlessly, shoving his heavy maleness into the stallion's belly, moaning again and then again even louder as he kissed the big male's pecs, tongue sliding along the patch of white running between the tan horse's pecs.

Aurelius didn't last long. He couldn't. The warmth, the tightness, the way Chadwick desired him and needed him... the stallion's fingers clenched, pulling the hybrid's hips down hard. He sunk in until his sheath was squeezing up under Chadwick's tail and leaned forward, shoulders coming off the floor. His hard belly flexed, every muscle in his core straining against his tight pelt.

The first blast of equine seed triggered Chadwick's orgasm, allowing him to finally cum now that the professor's needs were taken care of. Ropes of jizz splattered between them as the hybrid's hips shivered and clenched all the harder.

"Yes! Yes!" he cried, though slightly muffled as he moaned around the stallion's pec, worshipping the flexing slab of muscle as another muscle squeezed beneath his fingers. The hybrid couldn't help himself. The feel of the stallion's tan hide, the bumps and ridges of powerful muscle, the steady and fast-paced beating of Aurelius's heart... it was all the hybrid needed now.

Thick squirts of equine seed trickled out around the fat stalk still plunged between the hybrid's rump cheeks. Aurelius finally collapsed back onto the floor, relaxing after the initial surge of pleasure left him panting and breathless. His fingers remained on the hybrid's hips, keeping the moaning male tight around his fat horsecock.

"Definitely... A-plus... work," Aurelius gasped.

"Nnngghhh..." came the smaller male's reply, and then: "Thank you, Professor Aurelius. Hannnnfffghghhhh... if there's... any additional work... I can do for your class... please let me know!"

Another orgasm made the plush hips squeeze and ripple again. Aurelius closed his eyes, shuddering, a large smile on his face as the attractive black and gold male squirmed on top of him, legs squeezing and paws exploring still.

"I can think of several extra credit assignments for you," Aurelius said, his voice taut as his thickness flexed inside Chadwick's warm, hot rump. "We'll begin immediately!"

The stallion rolled over, pinning the other male beneath him, legs spread and pushed back. Chadwick's muzzle tipped, exposing his neck in a submissive gesture as the big horse mounted him, leaning forward, heavy balls slapping against the golden-furred black-scaled rump cheeks.

"Make sure you keep up... this level of... commitment... to my course... in... the... nnnggggfuture!"

"Yes, Profesornnnnggh!"

The end