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(Preview) Her Professor's Contagious Secret by Zmeydros

Missy looks around the computer lab idly rubbing her scaly butt against the mesh of her desk chair. The pressure and movement helps a tiny bit with the aching in her loins. Her eyes drift across the other students scattered throughout the room. Even the feisty dolphin in the far corner is happily typing away. Is she the only one that finds coding unbearable?

That can't be. Nothing is as dull as this lab course. Her tail flicks in annoyance as she tries to fix her stupid program. Why product design majors need a programming course is beyond her.

There's no point in paying attention, her code never runs. She flips her mouse upside down and pokes at it watching it teeter back and forth. Startled by a voice from behind her, she slams her knees against the bottom of the desk.

"Missy!" All seven feet of Professor Heitken looms over her.

Staring up at her professor's proportionate-but-still-gigantic cleavage, Missy says, "Yes professor?"

"This lab is the best way to prepare for the mid-term." The professor's navy-blue scales are giving off a glossy sheen from this angle.

Missy has to stifle her first syllable because it tried to become a moan. She tries again. "I told you that I'm ill today. Can I make up this lab over the weekend?"

Professor Heitken takes a seat in the unoccupied chair next to Missy. Compared to her, the chair looks like dollhouse furniture. "The syllabus says that you're allowed two absences without any questions asked. And you've used them both. If you were one of my TA's how would you feel about me making you help a student who skipped out on a lab due to an unverified illness?"

She sighs. "Pretty crappy."

"May I touch you?" The professor asks.

After leaping in her chest, Missy's heart starts pounding. "Umm, of course, why ask?"

"It's just something I do. A habit I picked up from...It doesn't matter." She puts her hand on Missy's shoulder and looks into her eyes. "I understand you not enjoying this course. There were courses in my major that I detested. But, that said, I can't overlook bad performance. Is there any way I can help you get this lab done? Anything you don't understand or need a better explanation of?"

With Professor Heitken this close, Missy catches something in the air. A spice that is unique to the dragon next to her. A spice that makes her tail curl. Her nipples start to tingle and she has to bite her lip to stop another moan. The longer the professor's hand is on her shoulder, the more she has an urge to rub lewdly against the seat of her chair. The hotter she feels.

"Professor, I need--" Missy cuts herself off. No! She can't say that!

She leans in, her ebony ram-like horns framing her face. "Yes? You can call me Amanda."

"A-Amanda." Missy's eyes shoot down to Amanda's cleavage. No, she still can't say that, she can never say that. No matter how much she wants it, there's no way Amanda would want it too. Not now, not here. She pulls her eyes back up to Amanda's face. "I can't figure out what's wrong with my code."

Amanda nods and then sits up. "Scoot over and I'll have a look."

Missy rolls her chair to the side and Amanda slides in front of her computer. Watching her professor's beautiful dragon muzzle and ears shift as she concentrates, Missy slips her right hand stealthily into her skirt. Her belly shivers as her cold fingers travel over it closer and closer to her needy folds. She leans her left shoulder lightly against Amanda's right shoulder as she slips a finger inside. She's so hot, so wet, so ready for Amanda to have her way with her.

She breathes out a moan as quietly as she can, she's already close. Stop! She has to stop! She can't stop! And then it happens. Moaning a bit too loud and writhing in her chair, her face twists in orgasm.

Amanda's head shoots toward her just before she rolls her chair away from Missy. "Missy! What the F was that?"

If she'd had any idea how good that would feel, she would have done it way earlier. High on the remnants of her ecstatic release, Missy says, "An orgasm."

"Just because this is Tishen U doesn't mean we don't have guidelines for sexual behavior in the classroom. And that skirt, my syllabus says that students are to wear business casual attire in the classroom. That's way too short! And the cleavage in your blouse, that's a very low cut."

Missy looks down at the glistening white gold scales of her cleavage and then looks at Amanda. "You made me come to class when I'm in heat! How else would you expect me to act?"

Professor Heitken jumps up from her chair and looks over the class. "Missy and I are going to have a chat. I apologize for the distractions, but I cannot allow them to be used as an excuse for not finishing the lab."

A red panda near the back corner says, "The sexual tension between you two is going to kill us if you don't deal with it soon. Have you seen the way she looks at you? Who do you think she's gonna want when she's in heat? You're like at the top of her list."

"Hear that, everyone? If you want to read fanfiction about me fraternizing with students, Raymond has you covered."

Everyone laughs.

A grin creeps across Missy's face. Amanda's cheeks are darker, she's blushing.

Amanda frowns at Missy's grin. "Up and to my desk. We need to have a discussion."

She waits for Missy to stand up and then walks toward the front. Missy pants as she watches Amanda's tail sway back and forth and is it her imagination or does Amanda's red pantsuit make her big round ass look amazing! Her legs go weak and she falls to the side having to grab onto a chair to stay upright.

Amanda turns around and says, "You okay?"

"The heat's so bad. I don't think I can walk." She has to resist trying to finger herself again. Every instinct she has is telling her to mate with the big muscular dragon in front of her.

Professor Heitken sighs. "Okay, after the chat, I'll excuse you and send you to the nurse."

"I don't want to go to the nurse," Missy says, "I want to feel you stick your tongue in my--" she stops herself short of finishing that sentence.

"Missy Elgens!" Amanda scoops Missy up into her arms and starts carrying her to the front. "We're going to have some words."

"You didn't ask if you can touch me, I bet you just wanted to feel up my ass!" Missy rubs her bare ass against Amanda's tree-branch-like biceps. She would have worn panties if she wasn't out of her mind horny when she was getting ready this morning.

"And no panties!?" Amanda tisks her tongue. "You're not going to like our discussion."

As Amanda sets Missy down in one of the chairs facing the front desk, Missy grabs Amanda's tail. Amanda gasps and pulls her tail back before sitting down in the other chair. "We need to talk about your behavior. I know you're in heat, but you shouldn't finger yourself in the middle of class."

She frowns as she edits her initial, very lewd, response. Pausing awkwardly as she changes out words, she says, "I'm sorry, I just, I'm so turned on by you I can barely think."

"Y-you're attracted to me?" Amanda's blush gets darker and her eyes soften.

Missy rubs Amanda's shin with her tail and gasps. "Attracted doesn't even begin to describe it." Her hand shoots down her front and into her skirt. Her middle finger finds her clit and she starts rubbing. Just having Amanda look at her makes her need to get off.

"Hey! Stop that!" Amanda gets out of her chair and grabs Missy's hand. "Trust me, you don't want me, it's just your heat."

She glares at Amanda. "I've wanted you since the first day of class. I've had crushes before, but this one--it's like a fucking building fell on me." Her tail slides up the inside of Amanda's leg.

Amanda stares at Missy as her nostrils flex from her sampling the air. Her eyes glaze a bit and she lets go of Missy's hand. Then she shakes herself out of it and sits back down. "Trust me, you don't want me. Things will get really complicated."

"Get security..." The fire in Missy's loins now burns so brightly that it searing her flesh. "...or send me to the nurse if you want..." Her skirt feels like loose gravel against her scales, so she slips it off. "...but I can't wait any longer." She slips two fingers inside herself.

"Missy, let's talk about this, it's just the heat, take deep breaths." Amanda fidgets in her chair and then grabs her tablet off the desk and frantically starts tapping on it. "We need to get you help ASAP. Just wait, please cover yourself."

Missy moans out while squeezing her fingers with her snatch, "Sorry, can't, have to--" She orgasms again but it's like a cool breeze blowing on liquid gold. She adds a third finger.

The tablet starts ringing and Amanda watches the screen while tapping her foot. "Missy, stop it or I'll--"

"Or. You'll. What?" Missy barks out between breaths. "Because. I. Can't. Stop!"

The tablet falls from Amanda's hands onto the floor as she grabs onto the arm rests. "No! Not now! Shit, shit, shit shit shit!" Amanda moans and growls before hurriedly lifting up her butt and struggling to get her pants off. A growing bulge in the front of her panties is. . .

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