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Geffa was in her office, masturbating.

She sat on her desk chair, staring in the space and rubbing it out like there was no tomorrow. There was a shuffling sound with her elbow rubbing against her jacket. She had her skirt lifted up her waist and her panties were soaked with cum. The seat was wet with the stuff.

Why did she think it was a good idea to force that dog boy Randal to stay after school? She wanted to punish the dog for the things he made her feel but all it took was one look at the mastiff and Geffa's loins churned like a steam engine. She got catharsis roaring at Randal's face and scaring him so bad he couldn't stand up straight, but that didn't pacify her [i]craving[/i] for him.

She hunched over and her fapping speed picked up. She huffed and smoke rose out of her nostrils. Her fingers got caught in her panties for the last time and she ripped off the damp article, tossing them to the ground. She held up her skirt and stroked her pussy like someone trying to saw a piece of wood in half with her bare hands.

Through a clenched jaw of sharp teeth, she moaned. "[i]Pet...[/i]"

Randal was in the cafeteria grabbing a late lunch with Eustice. Having another god being around made Randal feel safer. With Eustice, Geffa wouldn't dare attack him, at least he hoped so.

Eustice and Randal walked to a table with their trays full of food, barefeet slapping the cafeteria floor beneath them. Eustice was a bigger creature, both in general size and her overweightness so her feet were wider than Randal's.

Randal indulged, feeling like he needed a pick-me-up after having the crap scared out of him. The mastiff had a big bowl of mac 'n cheese and he took a few spring rolls too. It was no comparison to Eustice, though, who took mac 'n cheese, a plateful of spaghetti, a serving of roast beef with gravy, and a salad drenched in olive oil. She took a few spring rolls as sides but also grabbed a handful of jalapeno poppers.

They sat down at a table. The cafeteria was busy for its after hours. Most of the student base had gone home but the place was active enough to have a few people at most tables. There were students among the bunch but most of those enjoying lunch were staff.

Eustice and Randal sat side by side, the fat of Eustice's side rubbing up against Randal's hips. The panda smiled down at Randal, gesturing at her very full tray. "Forgive me, but I am a woman who loves to eat."

"Why would I care?" asked Randal, with a smile, "You know who I'm dating right?"

Randal was dating Brandy, a white cat of 300+ pounds. Eustice lived with Brandy and the two were in a competition to be the fattest in the household.

Eustice giggled. "I suppose that's a good point."

With hoofy toes cracking against the floor, up walked Morglum smiling mischievously at Randal.

"There's the mongrel," said Morglum, sitting down across from the mastiff. He gloated on Randal. "I heard Geffa scared the hell out of you!"

The higher beings loved to tease mortals, Randal believed, because mortals couldn't talk back. Even with Eustice beside him, Randal didn't feel confident he could give Morglum any lip, even if the goat demon was going for cheap shots.

"Are you disappointed you weren't there to see it?" asked Randal.

"Yeah!" said Morglum, "It would be a riot--"

"[i]Morglum[/i]," said Eustice, with the tone equal to pushing a sign in Morglum's face, "This is a time for eating lunch. Not a time for [i]annoying[/i] the students."

Morglum held his tongue and shifted in his seat. "What's for dinner then?" He snapped his hoofy fingers and a tray appeared in front of him, complete with a plate of spaghetti, a small salad, two taquitos, and a carton of milk.

Morglum picked a plastic fork and dove it into the spaghetti. He looked at Randal's plate-- the dog had a lot of food for a dog that wasn't even six feet. "I bet you need to fill yourself back up after evacuating on the hallway floor, though, dontcha pooch?"

Eustice grinned intensely. "Morglum. You will not be eating with utensils today."

The fork disappeared from Morglum's hand. The knife on his tray disappeared too. He shrugged-- it wasn't a deal. He craned his head down to his plate, taking a savage bite of his food, getting sauce on his face. There wasn't an ounce of humiliation in his face.

Randal looked at Eustice. Eustice grinned and giggled. Randal cracked a little smile and then continued his dinner.

The dean's office was consumed by the sound of a loud jet engine. But it wasn't an actual jet engine. It was Geffa masturbating. Her hand was so fast going up and down her vulva that it would have required a laser device to the measure the speed of her wrist.

The force of the fapping was so fierce her body jiggled. The leather on her chair had singed and was smoking. The wooden frame of the seat was crackling with embers. It would have caught on fire if it weren't for the deluge of steaming hot cum emerging from the dragon lady's sex. The juice was bursting out of her body and seeping over the edge of the seat. Her legs were covered with the sticky too, and the large puddle below had grown around the legs of her chair, below the desk and against the walls behind the dean.

The smell of burnt chair and abundant womanly juices took the room. Her nostrils flared with tiny flames heaving out of her with every breath. She stared into space, her brow scrunched only enough to signify her frustration.

It was that [i]pet[/i]. That [i]Randal[/i]. Why did she give him such an mateable shape when she transformed him? He was innocent but his chunky body demanded mating. His cock was pretty big. Even when he walked down the hall, there was something alluring about his mastiff body.

Was the problem with Geffa? She never experienced sexual attraction when she was in one of her non-biological forms-- form fit for higher beings-- only when she took the form of a zooman was there a problem. Was there something about her dragon form that [i]craved[/i] the mastiff so badly? Did their bodies connect so well that the dragon body she inhabited [i]obsessed[/i] over the mastiff's touch?

She grunted and got up, steaming cum hanging from her hands. She walked out of the puddle she made and looked at herself. Her skirt had been burnt. A chunk of it has been destroyed by fire. How lacking in dignity! She was a disgrace.

Geffa sighed and snapped her fingers. In an instant, her attire had been refreshed. Her skirt was renewed and everything was pressed neatly. There was no evidence that she had just spent the last couple hours masturbating harder than any human could ever survive.

That [i]pet[/i], she thought.

She picked up the phone on her desk. With a clawed reptilian finger, she hit a square red button. "Yes? Find Randal. Tell him to go to the central gymnasium."

That was all that needed to be said. She put the phone down and crossed her arms. Her breathing got heavy and she growled. That dog was going to [i]pay[/i] for what he had been doing to his dean!

Randal kept busy around the college. Eustice required him upstairs where he spent a few hours setting up a classroom-- aligning desks and chairs and even putting together a cheap cupboard. He complained earlier about having to do work that the higher beings probably could have done effortlessly but it was a small task in the grand scheme of things. For doing a little bit of work Randal got the ability to live in a house rent-free and enjoy a society where money wasn't a thing.

It wasn't something he stopped to think about before, but he was living a really good life! The last three weeks had their ups and downs but it was ideal living. It was borderline paradise even if a dragon lady would occasionally scare the jeebers out of him.

The sex had been unreal. Randal couldn't imagine a human in the human world having sexual satisfaction like he and so many others had been getting in that zooman neighborhood. But, the more he thought about the more he realized everything about his life was great.

Randal looked at the clock. It was 3:30. "I wonder what mom and dad are doing..."

After he was done setting up the classroom, Randal was stopped by a faculty member and directed to the gym. Another task, he thought.

The central gym was mostly unchanged since the zoomans took over. It had served as a hangout spot (and even a classroom) for students that were too tall to comfortably walk around a school built for humans under seven feet. No one was there that late afternoon. No one, except for a dragon lady standing in the middle of the floor like she was waiting for the mastiff to arrive.

Randal flinched when he saw her, she feeling the chill of when he terrified him earlier that day. He gulped. "Uh... hello?"

"Randal," her voice echoed across the room, "are you done with the classroom?"

The dog felt the cold hand of the reaper stroke up his back. He shivered, but cleared his throat and answered, "Yes. It's all done."

Geffa didn't reply. She walked up to him, her steps thumping closer. Randal took a few steps backward.

The dragon dean noticed Randal's retreat. "Do you think you are going somewhere?"

Oh great, thought Randal, here we go again! She's going to roar!

Randal gripped his shirt and prepared himself for another glass-shattering roar. He was ready for it this time, and maybe he could withstand it and not totally collapse. He saw those fiery eyes Geffa had, though, and he had his doubts.

When Geffa walked up to him, she stopped. She didn't roar, she only stared at the dog for a moment. Then Randal noticed that she was levitating. Wait, she wasn't levitating, she was [i]growing[/i] taller. Before Randal knew it, Geffa had a couple inches on him.

Randal blinked. Was she growing though, or was it an optical illusion? It looked like her clothes were growing with her. The fabric of her suit shifted as it expanded with Geffa's form. She was a few inches taller than Randal and her arms were getting bigger too.

Randal could only stare as Geffa's face shifted. Her eyes lost their pupils and faded into a hellish glowing red. Randal blinked and her eyes split into two pairs, higher and lower to where her originals. All four stared at the dog with an abysmal hatred.

As her head grew in size, more horns pushed out the top of her head and more spikes jutted out from her cheeks.

The dragon had more than a foot on Randal. Fire blew out of her nostrils. Randal's confusion and disbelief turned into concern as he had to tilt his head to keep an eye on Geffa. She looked down at the mastiff menacingly.

She took a step and the ground shook, and Randal along with it. His knees collapsed together. Geffa let out her wings, the huge curtains of shade unfolding in front of the gym's ceiling lights. As her body grew and her head elevated farther away from the mastiff, Geffa stared down at Randal with a her eyes on fire like the pits of Hell.

Randal peeked at Geffa's leg. The thing was as thick as a tree trunk. Her foot had become double the size of Randal's. A single toe was bigger than two of his! There was a rumble as Geffa's huge tail dragged on the ground. Did her tail always have spikes protruding off the topside?

Was this it for Randal? Was Geffa going to eat the dog boy up or stamp on him with her huge feet? Geffa's chest could have crushed Randal and her crotch came up to Randal's neck. Randal gazed at Geffa's hands. They had grown so big that they could have wrapped around the mastiff's head. Each claw could have poked a hole in Randal's chest to his heart.

Geffa took another step and there was a thump that rattled the walls. She was more than double her size before. Randal gazed up at the fearsome monster looking back down at him, stunned. With the ferocity of her eyes, the spikes all over her crown, and a mouth that heaved out fire, Geffa's face was like a hateful volcano.

The giant dragon lady crouched down to bring her face to Randal's. The heat from her nostrils gusted on the mastiff's face and her snout could have sucked up his skull.

In a voice that was deeper than a well, effected by a demonic echo, Geffa said, "Whimper."

And that's all it took. Randal whimpered like a little pup, tearing up.

Geffa smiled and leaned forward. She huffed a gust of hot air on Randal, causing him to fall on his butt.

"[b]Pathetic,[/b]" said the dragon.

Randal could do nothing, except stare at the dragon, tears rolling down his cheeks. He shook like a branch in a strong wind.

Geffa reached down and grabbed Randal's shirt. With a quick tug, the shirt was shreds in her hand. The threads dangled in front of the dog, now with his chubby belly exposed. She took to Randal's pants and snatched the things off of him and Randal was bottom, his mastiff penis out in the open. With his clothes stripped away, he wore nothing but a collar.

The lady dragon dropped her face into her crotch-- curving her torso as much as she could-- and breathed in deep, getting lots of pheromones in her nostrils. She held the scent inside her nose and brought her nose above Randal. She exhaled that scent onto Randal and Randal was bathed in Geffa's pheromone shower.

The essence consumed Randal. His mind and vision were invaded by images of Geffa's vagina. It was impossible for him to not think of her sex. His cock rose like the morning sun. It got tall and hard-- a thing of beauty. Desire consumed his body. He had to have Geffa.

Geffa leaned back up and tore off her top-- jacket, shirt and bra all in one grasp. Her large scaly tits were out for everyone to see. She dropped the articles on the ground, them hitting the gym floor like a tarp. She grappled the belt on her skirt and ripped the whole thing off, letting her glistening vagina out into the open.

Randal licked his lips and got up on his feet.

Geffa hated to admit it, but Randal's enthusiasm and ability to break through his fear got her hot. She dropped her legwear to the floor and got down on her butt. Spreading her knees apart and holding herself up with her hands, she let Randal have a view of her vagina that would have driven most people insane.

"[b]Come,[/b]" she said.

[b]*SPRRRT!*[/b] [b]*Pppppfffft!*[/b]

Randal did as she told and his dick-- without touch or crank-- ejaculated into the air. Sperm rushed out of the dog's member like horses escaping a pen. The cream fired out and sprinkled the floor.

Geffa sighed and took a hand to her forehead. "[b]I didn't mean that definition of 'cum'.[/b]"

It was no matter. Within seconds Randal was ready to go again. He walked up to Geffa, the heat of her vagina like standing outside an oven. His steps were shaky as he walked up to the big vulva.

He put his hands on Geffa's thighs, unsure how this was supposed to work.

"[b]Insert it, pet,[/b]" said Geffa.

He got down on his knees and took his cock to Geffa's sex. Electricity coursed through his member when his tip touched her body. He forgot how to breath. His hands were trembling so hard they slipped off of Geffa's legs.

"[b]NOOOWW![/b]" screamed Geffa.

Randal stifled a scream and thrust into her. He took his hands at the base of Geffa's thighs and pumped into her vagina before he even realized what it felt like. It was a pussy and felt good but then other sensations took over him like falling into a dream.

It was [i]hot[/i], in the temperature sense, bordering on discomforting him. Fucking Geffa pushed an energy into him that gave his body a partial numbness. It started with his cock and went up through his body. Soon, the feeling in his big throbbing shaft faded out. It wasn't completely gone but the point where his dick ended and Geffa's vagina began was ambiguous.

A sensation took his body. He felt like his body was floating. The sensation went up to his head and his vision went wild. Colors disappeared from view. Darkness blinked around the room. Was it real or was it in Randal's sight? Or maybe it was not even his sight, but his [i]mind[/i]?

Randal collapsed his body over Geffa's belly and his head didn't even reach the bottom of Geffa's tits. His head rested just beyond Geffa's navel. He reached across Geffa's torso and his hands could barely get around her sides. He thrust, letting hiself lose his senses as he pumped into the big dragon.

He looked up and Geffa was staring at him. In the midst of his vision breaking down and the room and reality turning dark, Geffa's face was clear as day. Geffa's face-- it was a face that Randal had seen before. It was the quiet pleasure that Randal saw the day he fucked her a week ago, although on a larger and more monstrous head.

Randal didn't notice himself cumming. He was thrusting and then he noticed his testicles draining themselves. He was too scared to stop thrusting so even with an orgasm, he kept up the levering into huge dragon pussy. His dick was staying hard after cumming anyway.

Geffa watched him, barely making an expression. Was she enjoying it? Geffa was the kind of lady to keep a blank demeanor even as she took pleasure in things. When Randal fucked Geffa a week earlier, she did her best to stonewall Randal while he fucked her good. Eventually though, after the third or fourth orgasm, Geffa broke. She was [i]pressured[/i] to express sexual pleasure.

Randal stared at the huge dragon head of his lover. What a beast! Nothing could break through those scales. Somehow, he didn't think that would happen this time.

The dog's body felt like it was going to lose cohesive matter at any moment. It was like boiling water was running through his body. After a minute or so of being under that cognitive ailment, his vision had stabilized a bit but it still looked like he was seeing forty colors he wasn't supposed to and he felt like his body was melting. He didn't even notice his jaw hanging open and drool falling from it.

He humped. He humped because he didn't know what else to do. If he stopped, would Geffa eat him? If he ran out of boner, would Geffa retaliate? Somehow he didn't think his had the ability to not be erect when Geffa heated vagina was emiting it essence like it was. He was sure he was cumming a lot but his dick didn't soften. He came and his dick kept it up.

Geffa murmured. Her face flexed, pursing her lips. She clawed the floor.

Was she about to cum?

She leaned back and rumbled. Randal could feel a heat inside her and liquids pouring out of her walls. The magical fluid flooded Randal's dick and pleasured it so well that it was almost like his dick melted to join the fluids Geffa was excreting.

Ooze burst out of her vagina, coating Randal's stomach and thighs. It pooled down below, covering Randal's feet.

Randal had been cumming a few times over that session with Geffa and it felt good but the sensation of Geffa's fluids drowning his cock was too much. Randal's face pressed and he whimpered, orgasming so hard that it felt like his testicles were pumping with the force of a steam engine. He dug his claws into Geffa's legs and held them tight, howling quietly at the pleasure.

Geffa's expression was short-lived. She lost some cream and then slapped an indifferent expression back on her face like all she had to offer her mate was quiet displeasure. Randal kept thrusting.

Randal's consciousness began to swagger. The motion of fucking Geffa became a mechanical loop. Time slipped away from him as his lucidity faded and even the euphoria of sex became a miniscule emotion ringing inside the young man's head.

Geffa reached over and touched Randal's arm, bringing him out of the trance. "[b]Pull out[/b]."

It took a moment for Randal to remember how to do that. He stopped, and took a few steps back. Slime dripped off of his cock and his shaft was as hard as a tree branch.

Geffa pointed at her leg. "[b]Walk up to my leg.[/b]"

Randal did so. The leg, arched on a knee, went up to Randal's chin.

"[b]Hump,[/b]" said Geffa.

Randal didn't hesitate. He took two arms around the dragon's calve and got thrusting his dick into her shin. His dick waggled while he humped into her bone. It was weird but Randal found it hot.

Being a few steps away from Geffa's vagina made his senses clear up. His vision got some of its clarity back and the intensity coursing through his body settled down. He clung to Geffa's legs and rubbed his cock alongside it. She stared from between her thighs, silently judging him.

Even pressing against her like a kid figuring out how to masturbate was enough for Randal to climax. His face crunched, he pushed his body into her leg, and he fired his cum. Some of it got on Geffa's thigh, the rest on the floor. He pumped out his orgasm, his knees rocking around the leg.

Randal took a moment to relax. Even if he had no refractory period, he needed a moment to feel the blood pumping through his body. He couldn't make up his mind if he was doing something dangerous by fucking nonstop. Whatever Geffa did to him, it made his cock unstoppingly hard like swallowed a viagra but would that protect him from having a heart attack?

It didn't matter. Geffa allured Randal back to her cunt and he went back to thrusting inside her. His senses were overtaken again: his vision fading and his body feeling effervescent. It was weird to feel such deep pleasure when so much of Randal's cognition was compromised.

How many times did he cum? It didn't matter. All that seemed to matter was when Geffa cummed. A deluge of slime burst from her sex and drizzled on the floor. Randal got worried that he would slip but that came to be. His senses faded and he kept on fucking.

"[b]Stop,[/b]" said Geffa.

Randal was taken back to reality. He stopped. Without further instruction, the dog backed his cock out.

Geffa slapped the ground beside her. "[b]Come over here.[/b]"

It sounded like a threat. Was this the moment that Geffa ate him? Despite his fears, Randal didn't hesitate walking around Geffa's leg to take his place at her side. There was only three feet between Geffa's huge face and Randal's and it brought shivers over the mastiff.

Geffa fondled a breast at Randal. "[b]Lick.[/b]"

Randal felt like he was being set up, but he knelt down and brought his lips to Geffa's big black-scaled breasts. He started with small licks and when Geffa didn't snarl in disgust, he used the full tongue. He mopped his tongue across the round curves on Geffa's breasts, feeling the crevices between scales.

He didn't need instruction to get passionate. He macked on Geffa's tit, kissing and sucking on the surface between wide swathes of licking. Her scales rode down the buds of his long mastiff tongue.

She watched him, her stare feeling more intense because of his proximity to her head. Down when he was digging out her genitals with his cock, there was seven feet between him and her head. Now there was just a few feet. A simple gust of fire could have charred Randal's face.

Randal took his hands around Geffa's tit and leaned up to lick her nipple. The thing was like a funnel head in Randal's mouth.

"[b]Bite it,[/b]" said Geffa.

The mastiff had no idea how to go about biting. He repositioned himself and then squeezed his teeth into Geffa's teat, biting lightly. He closed his eyes and got lost in the sensation of biting his mate.

"[b]You can do harder than that,[/b]" said Randal.

He was nervous to bite down with any force that would hurt a normal person, but Randal knew that Geffa was powerful and could handle it. That didn't mean she wouldn't [i]punish[/i] him for something that would hurt a regular person, because she was a tyrant.

"[b]I could turn myself into a steel golem if I wished,[/b]" said Geffa, "[b]Don't be afraid of hurting me.[/b]"

Randal chewed on it like a toy. He let himself get lost in the sensation of tearing at the nipple. Randal's teeth would chip long before he broke Geffa's flesh.

He opened his eyes and looked at Geffa, staring at him with a subtle contentedness. She took a giant arm around Randal's back and pulled him towards her. She opened her mouth and dug a tongue into his. It was a lot of tongue for Randal to have inside his snout but Geffa flicked her tongue out regularly so Randal didn't find it to obtrusive.

Geffa leaned back and Randal followed her over to the floor. He knelt over and the two kissed. Randal's vision got skewered again and he felt like he was about to turn to dust but it sure made his cock hard to be making out with a dragon lady twice his size.

Most of his kisses rubbed the front tip of her mouth. His body excited itself and his testicles trembled. He clenched his toes and moaned.

[b]*spprrrRRRRT!* pppt! ppt! ppppppt![/b]

Randal's cock fired out a load of jism, dripping down the bottom of his shaft and making a little stain on the floor.

Geffa moaned. It was the first noise she made in awhile so it startled Randal. They kept making out and Geffa moaned again, louder. She grabbed Randal by the shoulders and her face crunched. Her legs kicked and out from her vagina she squished a lot of honey.

It pooled around her ass cheeks. The mouth action she was getting was enough to ignite her loins. She took her arms off of Randal and placed them on the ground, pushing into the floor as she pumped out juice, still gasping and moaning with arousal.

Geffa bit her lip and was visibly consumed by her orgasm. The wall was breaking.

After a few more moans, her orgasm ceased and the dragon caught her breath.

The two were quiet and inactive for what seemed like a couple minutes. Randal's cock had time to deflate a little bit, giving a little curve to the hefty shaft.

Geffa looked at Randal and pointed to the gym floor five feet away. "[b]Lay down over there.[/b]"

Randal went to the direction she pointed and laid down. Legs, back, and head were on the hard gym floor with Randal's cock hanging in the air like a tent pole. When Geffa got up and stood fifteen feet about the mastiff, Randal worried. She stepped close, the vibrations shaking up into the ceiling.

She put her feet at Randal's sides and then lowered herself. Seeing the body of a giant, heavy woman descend down to Randal's crotch was discomforting but Geffa, on her knees, held herself up above Randal. She splayed her knees out so that she could bring herself down to Randal's crotch, her vagina rubbing up against the sac of the pathetic mastiff.

She shifted herself up Randal's body and raised her cooch over and on the dog boy's dick.

The mastiff was inside her once again.

She rocked on him and stared down at him with that look-- that look that could either be silent judgment or adequate pleasure. But that cock drilled into her so good and her face twitched. She twitched and pursed her jaw. She clenched her maw.

Watching Geffa's demeanor break was hot for Randal. He knew he was pleasuring her with all the cum she was expelling but the truth became more real when he saw her crunch her face and drop her mouth. "[b]Oh![/b]" she said between gasps. He couldn't tell with her eyes being pupilless orbs of judgment but Randal could feel her vision defocusing.

Whenever her thighs came down on Randal's waist, there was the worry that her formidable weight would crush his pelvis but the dragon was careful, even in the throes of sexual gratification. Randal never felt any pain when those legs folded down onto his hips.

Randal drifted back into that faded state. The world around him fell into darkness and colors exited his vision. He didn't see much except the form of Geffa was pretty clear. Even in that state, he could see Geffa.

Geffa tossed her head back and forth. It was getting hard keeping all of that sensation bottled inside. Higher being or no, her body was screaming with pleasure and she was losing control, whipping her torso around like she was riding a bronco.

Randal might have came but his boner wasn't going anywhere. The pheromones that Geffa clouded out of her kept the mastiff's erection tall. Randal wondered if he could have came endlessly. Did Geffa's influence mean that his balls reproduced sperm quickly?

Geffa moaned and a puff of smoke came out of her nose. A flare slithered out of her mouth. She leaned forward, her breathing so heavy and strong that it shook Randal. Was Geffa about to cum? Was Randal in danger?

The dragon leaned her head back, big breasts jutting out from her body. She stifled a breath and bit her mouth. Those fangs dug into her lip like they were hanging on for their dear lives. She squealed.

She fell forward, clenching her face, and then threw herself back-- eyes wide, maw open and she roared so viciously it could have shook the whole college! A pyre ignited out of her like a volcano, shooting up into the ceiling and the flames spreading out!

Fire engulfed vents and structure! The wiring was cooked and the lights short-circuited. The flames took the smoke detectors so quickly that it took a few seconds before they registered there was fire in the building and the sprinklers went off.

Randal was doused with rain, him and the gym floor around the dog boy. He had to turn his head to the side so that the water didn't go right down his nostrils-- an uncomfortable experience. In the haze of whatever intense enchantment Geffa had put him in that caused his feeling and eyesight to twist and trip, he could still feel the sting of something tickling the insides of his nose.

Geffa's surge of fire did not cease. The smell of burnt metal took the gym. So many surfaces were plastered with a black graze. The dragon kept up her roaring and expelling. It was a mighty flamegasm!

The dragon had released sludge all over Randal's lap. It pooled around his butt and even with the gym floor being rained upon, the viscous shape differentiated itself from the pools consuming the floor. Randal's fur bathed in the sprinkler water.

The gym was filling up and there was smoke hanging up around the ceiling but Geffa was not finished. Neither of them needed a moment to breath. Their libidos needed no downtime. They were ready to go again.

She rocked over Randal and Randal held on tight. Every nerve in his body was on its end. If a heart attack wasn't around the corner, he was on the edge of passing out at least.

And Geffa rode him like a steed. She wasn't crushing his hips but she was starting to push back and forth more than before and Randal had his cock dragged up and down. Maybe it felt pleasurable but his nervous system was falling asleep and he couldn't tell.

He was sure that Geffa was getting ready to orgasm again. The dragon lady twisted her body some more and let out small roars and growls. She moaned and flames puttered out of her nose and mouth. She screamed and tossed her head up.

It was time again.

Geffa flamegasmed, eyes as wild as the primordial sun. Her mouth spewed fire into the ceiling, crushing a clean spot with terrorizing flames. Steel cracked and split. Under the intense heat, then vents warped and coiled.

The dragon flowed. Slime poured out from her sex, coating Randal's hips once again. The cum mixed in with the water.

Then Geffa's image faded to white. Black and white, that's all he could see. Even when he closed his eyes his imagination wouldn't allow him to see those two extremes. His body floated away. He descended into nothingness.

He felt himself floating away. It was almost like he was shifting through the gym walls. His ability to hear was compromised too. He was fucking Geffa but couldn't hear it. He could hear other things, though. There were haunted laughs.

Randal saw something. He saw him fucking Geffa from afar. He was so tiny compared to the dragon dean and he barely moved. What was there to be done under a hundred pound of dean? The mastiff was small and unable to do anything?

It made him so sad he could have cried but in that state he didn't know how to do that anyway.

Geffa climaxes again and spat fire into the air, or at least that's what it looked like with Randal's vision reduced down to black and white. Geffa curved her body back and bellowed flame. She was so feral and monstrous that she would have resembled a dragon from legend if it weren't for her huge breasts on her front.

The dragon lady roared and released. She breathed heavy. Then, she lightly tapped the mastiff under her.

Randal woke up. He was underneath Geffa again and his vision could see some colors. The floor was covered in water, enough to splash when Randal slapped his wrist down onto the floor.

Geffa relaxed, hanging her body forward. She looked down at Randal, who looked agonized. Her use for him was done. She pulled herself off and Randal's cock stood upward.

The dragon stomped beside Randal, "[b]Rise.[/b]"

Randal, on shaken and tired legs, got up on his feet, standing in the middle of a wet floor as the sprinklers ceased. Water dripped from his body. His cock bounced out hard in front of him. How he was standing up straight while his mind was twirling, he could never know.

Geffa gestured Randal to turn away from the dragon and she leaned down and said, "[b]Cum.[/b]"

Randal fired. His mastiff cock drained its balls and doggy sperm joined the water below. It sprayed like a hose with a hole in it. It was a vicious six second orgasm that drained Randal of his horny. After his dick was done ejaculating, it began deflating.

Geffa looked around the floor and roof and saw all the damage her flamegasm had done. She raised her hands and clapped and it was all made fine. The roof was spotless, the floor was dry and there wasn't a hint of flame or water damage. The lights were fixed and back on. It was just like before-- before Geffa and Randal mated.

Randal and Geffa's discarded clothes were removed along with the water. Geffa shrunk down to her normal size. She was still completely naked and Randal got a look at the dragon's nice sexy body, the one he fucked a week ago, before Geffa clapped her hands again and a new uniform appeared on her body, prim and proper.

The mastiff, still feeling like recreational drugs had clogged up his cognitive abilities, looked around for his clothes but they were gone.

Geffa smirked. "Go to the nurse's office to clean yourself up and get some new clothes, pet."

Without another word, Geffa walked up, feet smacking on the dry gym floor. Randal watched her waggle her hips and tail, wings hanging off of her like a cape. Was she serious?

He walked off, barely able to notice he was still completely naked.

Randal had trouble walking straight. His legs wobbled and his feeling around his body was minimized. He had to stop himself from drooling.

The nurse's place... where was that? He wandered around, getting looks from others about his nudity but not hearing any words. After wandering the halls around the main offices for a couple minutes, someone took Randal and brought him to the nurse's office. He didn't know who it was that took him. He looked to see who it was but their form was covered in a darkness.

He walked inside and as he sat down as his cognitive abilities recovered. Blackness stopped corrupting his vision-- he could see mostly clearly. And who was tending to him but Eustice, the lovely panda woman.

It felt like being born again when he could hear her voice. She said, "When we heard the roaring, we knew that Geffa was having her way with you!"

The nurse's office was the same one he went to earlier. Priscilla had gone somewhere but Orphis was still there. He sat in the corner and let Eustice help Randal. First thing was Randal needed to get cleaned up.

Eustice helped Randal spray himself down and he rubbed out all the spunk that was stuck in his fur. He washed himself down and then walked out of the stall. Eustice handed him a towel and he dried himself off.

Eustice watched Randal rub himself down with the towel. Randal's chubby penis jiggled with the dog's scrubbing. The panda woman grinned. "You must have had a very [i]intense[/i] time with the dean, now didn't you?"

"Y... y... yuh," said Randal. Talking still felt weird. His vision had mostly recovered but the enchantment was still inside him. There was a tingling feeling all over his body and he had a weird numbness in his mouth.

"I'm surprised you're still in one piece," said Orphis.

Randal didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe he had experienced that himself.

While Randal dried himself off, Eustice went into the back to get some new clothes for Randal. She came out with a t-shirt and a pair of pants like one that Randal was given earlier, and some new briefs. The dog put the things on.

"Looking handsome," said Orphis. Randal couldn't tell if he was joking.

Randal put on the rest of his clothes. The diaper didn't show too much on his track pants.

"All set?" asked Eustice.

The mastiff nodded. "I dink so. I'm... I'm..." He rubbed his forehead. "Home."

"Have a nice day!" said Eustice, with a large smile.

Randal flashed a wave then walked out the nurse's office, tripping over his own feet a few times.

Eustice's smile was struck with nervousness and fell. She shifted a bit then said, "I don't like the idea of the boy walking out of here after such a [i]grown-up[/i] session with Geffa!"

"What do you think he should do?" asked Orphis.

"I don't know..." said Eustice.

The panda lounged around the nurse's office for a few more minutes, then got up to check to see how the upper classrooms had been prepared. Orphis stayed in the nurse's office, expecting no other surprises that afternoon.

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