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Author’s Note: I know I’m a day behind; life has done the life thing. I’ll be caught up in a day or two. In the meantime, I had a lot of fun with this one. There’s so much more I can do with this, and maybe one day I will, but for now, please enjoy my little sci-fi tale of the Nectar Collector. Happy Hypnovember Day 9!

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Noah sat on an oversized armchair in a foyer with ceilings twelve feet high. He wrung his paws together and looked around the tall, narrow room. How did his professor afford such a lavish home? The estate sat on multiple acres just outside of city limits, and the house itself seemed endless.

After what felt like hours, Noah saw Professor Xander, a tall black dragon, padding through the nearby archway toward him. The professor wore a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows over black trousers. His onyx-colored wings folded elegantly behind him, and he wore his platinum blonde hair slicked back that night.

Noah looked down and felt self-conscious about the jeans and t-shirt he had on. “I didn’t know we were supposed to dress up,” he blurted out once the professor came into earshot.

Xander smiled down at him. “Oh, don’t worry about your outfit, Noah,” he said with a wave of his hand. “We have a uniform of sorts anyway. Before we begin, I want to remind you that you do not have to do this tonight. This is an extra credit opportunity I offer every semester when I throw this faculty party. If you complete the evening, you can drop your lowest three grades in the class, from whatever assignments you want, and you’ll automatically get a 100 on the final. If you decide not to complete the evening at any point, you will receive no credit but also no penalty. Do you understand?”

The brown-and-white dog nodded his head. “What’s the assignment?” Noah asked in a small voice.

“You’ll be a server at tonight’s faculty event,” he explained. “You and about two dozen other students. I’m expecting approximately 75 guests in attendance, so there should be more than enough of you to go around.” Xander paused and looked Noah up and down. “Are you still interested in the assignment?”

Noah’s heart rate began to slow. “Yeah, I’ve served before,” he said. “I think I can do this.”

The dragon’s smile deepened, and he extended a hand to Noah. “Come with me, then,” he said. “Let me show you the menu for tonight.”

The student accepted the proffered hand and climbed to his feet. He followed his professor through the foyer, down a couple of hallways, and down a flight of stairs into what seemed to be the basement.

Noah looked around; they appeared to be in a main room with a hallway that branched off and led to other rooms. In this room, Noah saw a simple sofa with few embellishments and a small wooden desk with a short stack of papers on it.

Xander walked over to the desk and stood beside it. He gestured for Noah to sit, and the dog obliged. “There’s a few things I need you to sign before we go further,” the dragon explained. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his muzzle. “The first is a nondisclosure agreement. If you sign that, I can explain more of the details of tonight’s event.”

Noah cocked his head to the side in confusion. He looked down at the top page of the stack and started to skim it. It used a lot of fancy legal jargon to say that he would keep his mouth shut about what went down in the professor’s house or he’d be sued into destitution. Noah picked up the pen next to the stack of papers and hastily scrawled his name on the signature line.

“What a good puppy,” Xander said in a voice that sent a shiver down Noah’s spine. His heart rate picked up again as he looked up at his professor with wide, green eyes. “The next papers excuse me from liability for anything that happens tonight. All of the guests also sign those.”

After the pup finished signing the professor’s legal documents, Xander led him down the hallway past two other doors to the furthest room. As they passed the other rooms, Noah heard faint mechanical whirring sounds from behind the doors.

The room the professor brought him into reminded the dog of a doctor’s office. In the middle of the room was a metal table, and all around were odd-looking metallic contraptions Noah had never seen before.

“Go ahead and take your clothes off for me,” the professor said as he moved over to a wall and began to fiddle with one of the strange contraptions. “You can take a seat on the table when you’re finished.”

Noah blinked at him and didn’t move. “Why would I need to take my clothes off?” he asked toward the dragon’s back.

“To fit you properly for your uniform,” Xander explained without turning around.

The student shook his head as he began to kick off his shoes. He wasn’t sure where this was going, but he knew how badly he wanted to pass this class so he could graduate. He placed his clothes in a neat pile on the table, then climbed up beside them.

The metal felt cold even through his fur. He held his paws over his sheath in an effort to preserve a modicum of modesty. Xander turned around back around and walked over to him with an intricate device in his hands.

“This is proprietary technology,” he said with a glint of excitement in his eyes. “Our event tonight has a very unique menu, provided directly by the servers. Can I show you how it works?”

Noah’s confusion deepened as he listened to the professor. “Yeah, because I don’t get how that thing in your hands is going to make food for people,” he said.

Xander chuckled and maneuvered the bundle of wires and components until he held out a sort of harness with a large, bulbous cup on the front. It reminded Noah of an extra-large jock strap. He stared at the harness with skepticism.

“Put it on,” the professor encouraged. “I know it looks odd, but you’ll like it.”

The pup wasn’t sure if he believed that. He took a deep breath and accepted the harness from Xander. He wriggled it up over his toned hips and secured it in front of his sheath. He sat back down on the table. The professor looked at him with satisfaction. He held up a secondary device, which looked like a large, wide canister and was worn like a backpack.

Noah slid it on. The top of the canister rested at head height. The professor connected a thin tube to a port in the front of the cup over his sheath. He slid the tube into thin fabric rungs on the harness and snaked it all the way up to the base of the canister. The canine heard his professor flip some kind of switch on the canister.

A suctioning sensation started at the base of his sheath. Noah let out an involuntary moan as the device whirred over his rapidly hardening shaft. He looked up at the dragon with wide, shocked eyes.

“It feels amazing, doesn’t it?” Xander said with a dark smile. “I call it the Nectar Collector. I’ve perfected the device over the years, and now it’s reached optimum efficiency.”

As he listened to the professor’s words, Noah felt himself grow to full length within the device. As it continued to suction as his cock, Noah squirmed against the table and bucked his hips. He could already feel the orgasm building in the pit of his abdomen as more of his involuntary moaning filled the air.

“Don’t fight it,” Xander encouraged. “Just let it happen and enjoy it.” He watched raptly as the dog squirmed and moaned. The dragon saw his student grip the sides of the table as he thrusted his hips toward a person who wasn’t there.

Within a few more minutes, Noah let out a loud, guttural moan and bucked his hips wildly into the air. The suctioning slowed as his sample traveled through the tube and up into the canister. He looked up at his professor with a dazed expression and waited for an explanation as the device continued to gently suction at his shaft.

Xander flipped the switch, and the suctioning stopped. “That’s step 1 of the Nectar Collector’s cycle,” he explained. “It will continuously repeat that step, allowing for one minute of downtime between cycles, until the canister is filled. Step two is how we dispense from the canister to the guests.”

He affixed a tube to the top of the canister and gave it to Noah to hold. The nozzle in Noah’s hand was the same kind you’d see at a bar. Noah looked down at the nozzle, then back up at the dragon. “They’re going to order my cum?” he asked.

The professor chuckled. “Absolutely,” he said. “But this year, I’ve improved the design and added a function that’ll make everything even more enjoyable for both the server and the guest.” He flipped another switch, and a fine mist sprayed out from the back of the canister that coated Noah’s muzzle.

The warm, musky scent went straight to Noah’s head. His vision grew hazy, and his thoughts slowed. When Xander looked down at Noah’s face, he saw the pup’s green eyes swirling in spirals. “The Pheromone Mister,” he explained, “is an add-on to the Nectar Extractor that uses a patented blend of hypnotic pheromones to take away any of the server’s anxieties or negative emotions and replace them with obedience and lust. With enough misting, a server can become so lost to lust they become detached from reality.”

Noah nodded his head, even though most of Xander’s words didn’t stick in his mind. He felt the suctioning start again, and his muzzle dropped open in hazy ecstasy.

“On your feet now.” Noah slid off the table onto shaky legs. He could still see the room around him, though everything seemed out of focus. “Follow me.” The dragon walked out of the room and back into the hallway.

Xander opened the door to the room across from them and waited while Noah waddled his way over. The professor grinned as he noticed Noah’s tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. The pup followed him into a room, which already housed a dozen other men of various species in the same contraptions as Noah. They all stood around with the same dopey grins as Noah while the devices worked them over and over again

“Wait here,” Xander instructed. “Let your canister fill up while we wait for our guests to arrive. I’ll bring you out to the floor soon.”

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Xander led Noah out to the patio. Other servers attended various tables, but Noah didn’t notice any of them. He’d found the mister switch while he was in the room, and he was completely entranced and lost in reverie. The professor escorted him to a table near the pool where a busty redheaded lioness sat. She nursed a glass of wine and her eyes lit up when she saw Noah.

“Oh, you know how I love pups,” she purred as she leaned forward to look over the canine. “Come on over here, pup,” she commanded in in deep, sultry voice. “Show me how well you can listen.”

The haze in Noah’s mind cleared enough to focus on her. He obediently walked over and stood in front of her. She reached a handpaw out and traced the outline of his jawline, down to his collar bones, and over his tight, toned chest.

Xander chuckled. “Try not to break this one,” he said as he turned to walk away.

“I make no promises,” she said without looking away from Noah. “Sit, pup,” she said to him. “And look up at me.”

Noah sank into a squatted seated position. He looked up at her with swirling green eyes as his tongue dangled loosely out of one side of his muzzle.

She tugged her skirt up over her knees and spread her legs in front of him. “You look like you’ve been enjoying the professor’s new pheromone mister,” she said with a smirk. He grinned and nodded. “That’s a good pup. Go ahead and give yourself another dose right now.”

Excitedly, he reached around and flipped the switch. A fine mist covered his muzzle, and he licked at it all until it was gone. He felt an intense rush to his head and a momentary euphoria as the pheromones took over.

His shoulders slumped forward as he struggled to maintain eye contact with the lioness. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” she asked him as she reached between her legs and started to slowly rub herself. He shook his head, and a smirk crept onto her face. “You will tonight. Take that nozzle of yours and spray it into my pussy. Pump me full of your cum.”

He obediently raised his spray nozzle to her exposed slit. He pushed it just inside of her damp entrance and pushed down on the lever for the nozzle. She moaned as the cum flowed into her, and he didn’t stop until she was so overfilled it started to leak out onto the floor.

“Stop letting it go to waste,” she said in a heady voice. “Get in there and eat me out until you’ve swallowed all of your cum.”

Compelled by the trance of the mist, Noah leaned forward and ran his tongue over her dripping slit. The salty-sweet taste of his own cum mixed with her damp excitement intensified the lust already clouding his mind. He swirled his tongue over her clit and her felt her writhe above him.

She threaded her paws into his hair and ground herself against his face as he tried to lap up every drop of cum he had pumped into her. Her moans filled the air as his tongue thrust in and out of her. Within a few minutes, she gripped his hair tightly and bucked her hips wildly against his muzzle. He could still taste himself, so he kept licking.

Her legs twitched as he continued to carry out the command she gave him. She threw her head back as her excitement began to build again. She reached down to trigger the misting as a reward for making her cum. She knew she was going to ride this pup’s face until her own exhaustion stopped her. She reminded herself to praise Xander on his Pheromone Mister when she saw him later; having a pup that never tired and followed commands so effortlessly was something she enjoyed so much she wanted to buy one of his harnesses for personal use.

Xander stood on the deck with a drink in his hand. He watched as his students serviced the faculty so happily and willingly. This was the first year none of the servers tapped out and left early due to exhaustion. He wondered how much of the event they’d even remember since most of them were so entranced they didn’t remember their own names. He’d have to figure out a way to outdo himself again at the next faculty party, but for now, it looks like this one was a resounding success.