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[i]THE STORY SO FAR...

It was nearly three weeks ago that a magical force took the small college town of Darwinton. In one particular neighborhood, all humans were turned into zoomans-- humanoid animals. Randal, a local boy turned into a mastiff, got to meet Geffa, a fearsome black dragoness with godlike powers.

The magical authority (mostly zooman themselves) that claimed Darwinton had plans for the local college and on one crisp Monday, classes resumed although the curiculum had drastic changes for a student body that had been mostly transformed into animals.

Geffa is the dean of Barksville Community College and had a special encounter with Randal the mastiff, but afterwards grew distant from the humble young man, leaving Randal feeling frustrated and confused.[/i]

The school week had been sporadic. On Monday, Randal had class but Tuesday was a day off. Wednesday? School was back on but that Thursday had been a half-day. It was nearly one in the afternoon and the halls were empty and the classrooms were quiet, at least the part of school that Randal hung around. Mostly everyone had left for the day, but other parts of the school might have still been active.

Randal, the mastiff dressed in a red t-shirt and black and gray striped pants, walked through the halls carrying a cardboard box of binders and pencil jars. His barefoot steps smacked quietly across the hallway floor.

"Aren't these people magic?" asked Randal aloud. "Why can't they [i]magic[/i] these supplies where they need to go?"

Just as he was ready to go home, he was stopped by a staffmember and told that he was required to stay after school to help the faculty. He didn't ask any questions, but he knew that the order came from the dean of the college: Geffa the dragon, whose power was extraordinary and vibrant and who had authority over everyone else on staff.

"You make a good point, Rand," said Marv, "but I've witnessed a few people mention that to our godly overseers and it didn't end well. Best not get lippy."

Marv followed along as best as a face on the wall could. Marv would appear beside Randal, Randal would walk past him, then Marv would sink back in the wall and reappear a few feet in front of Randal. It was awkward being a being who's life was tied to the structure of the college but Marv got by.

"So how have you been?" asked Randal, hoisting the box up his chest more.

"It's been going ok," said Marv, "My girlfriend's been visiting me more. The other day she let me lick her body."

"Oh?" said Randal, "Is that... sex?"

"It's the closest thing to sex I'm going to have like this," said Marv, looking down at the empty wall below him. He warped up closer to Randal. His monotone expression broke and his eyes lit up. "I think I had an orgasm the other day. I can't really tell because"-- he wiggled and the wall creaked-- "I'm all pipes."

"What was it like?" asked Randal.

"My pipes leaked," said Marv.

"Isn't that what happens when you're nervous, too?" asked Randal.

"Yeah," said Marv, looking pensive for a moment, "but this it felt very... exciting! Overwhelming. It was different."

Randal carried the box into the western wing of the school and Marv followed, chatting with his friend. "Room 406" Randal said out loud to remember where the boxes needed to get to.

He said bye to Marv and walked down the 400's hallway. Most doors were closed but one by a water fountain was open a crack with light beaming out of it. As Randal got close, he heard conversation.

Inside the classroom there was Eustice, a large panda woman sitting behind the teacher's desk. She wore a teacher's suit with a white vest on the front and a long skirt. Sitting on a front row desk was Morglum, a hawk man. At least, he looked like a hawk man at first but as he glanced at the man for a moment, he saw that the feathers on his head glowed and he had not one pair of eyes, but two. They weren't human eyes either, but spiraling blue marbles. A ball of magical flame hovered above his head. He had tailfeather fanned out behind him.

"There he is!" said Eustice, "Hello Randal!"

"Hi Eustice," said Randal. Randal knew Eustice-- she was the roommate of his girlfriend Brandy and the dog had met the motherly panda before. Randal didn't know a lot about Eustice, but he knew that she was a powerful being in the same league as Geffa.

Eustice smiled at Morglum. "This here is Randal. He's the boyfriend of Brandy, that lovely cat girl I was telling you about." She turned to Randal and gestured at Morglum. "Say hi to Morglum, Randal."

Randal got another look at the hawk guy. He was dressed in the school's staff uniform: a navy blue suit with pockets and definitely no shoes-- but the weird fogginess of his form was perplexing to look at.

"Uhhh..." Randal put the box down on Eustice's desk, "Hi."

Morglum scoffed. "He's also the mortal that done porked the dean."

Randal was speechless. He was threatened by the dean to never speak a word of that escapade they had but there was no telling if others knew the event and discussed it. Randal didn't even know if Geffa discussed it.

Eustice nodded. "Yes, he and Geffa had a [i]delightful[/i] time a week ago." The panda stretched her arms down and hummed. "She was certainly boasting about it to everyone."

Morglum got up and strutted up to Randal. "Yes. I heard she [i]flamegasmed[/i]." The hawk took a hand on Randal's shoulder. "This pooch must be [i]quite[/i] the casanova."

Randal didn't know what to say. He knew that Eustice was powerful and Morglum might have been even mightier with the hawk looking like his form was barely holding onto reality, so Randal didn't open his mouth lest he give pathetic mortal words to superior beings.

"Oh yes!" Eustice nodded eagerly. "I've gotten good word that he is a terrific lovemaker!"

Morglum peered over at Eustice. "Izzat so?" He redirected the smirk at Randal. "Guess it's not surprise that the dean wanted to lower herself to your level then."

Randal sunk. He crossed his arms. "Don't worry about it. Geffa's done doing anything with me. She told me."

Morglum rolled his four eyes to the back of his head. "Don't take it so personally. Some of us aren't comfortable wallowing in the muck with you [i]inferiors[/i]."

Randal scowled, but shouldn't have tried anything or talk back. Who knew what Morglum could have done to the lowly mastiff.

The chair scraped on the floor loudly when Eustice pulled out. She got up. "Leave him alone, Morglum."

"Why do I have to carry these things around anyway?" asked Randal, "Aren't you... [i]gods[/i]? Can't you warp them around like magic?"

"You're complaining an awful lot for someone that's living rent free," said Morglum.

"He's right, Randal," said Eustice, "It's a small favor."

Randal sighed. All he had to do was carry some boxes and he got to live in a world where he didn't have to pay rent or pay for food and he got his pole wet multiple times a day. The point was made.

"I have a task for you now," said Eustice. She waited until Randal looked like he was paying attention, then she continued. "There is a storage room by the vending machines towards the administration office. Inside there should be a stack of cloth banners. Those need to be put up around the entrance"-- she counted on her fingers"-- and the gymnasium and the"-- she dropped her hand--"Well... put one up at the north entrance and I'll come get you."

Randal sighed and left without a word.

Randal wasn't the only one around. Passing by the copy room, he saw two older ladies (likely staff) hanging out by the printing machines and chatting with themselves. He saw a few other students walking around the halls, likely up to some more exciting after school business.

There was a section of vending machines. Randal couldn't remember what they were before the neighborhood was changed but now they had new drink brands like FroggyDrink and there were strange snacks in the machines like something that looked like a solidified block of strawberry cream. The black storage room door was at the end of the row of machines and opened it up.

The light was on inside, and Randal heard some scurrying. He knew better to assume mundane things like a rat-- a normal, [i]non-talking[/i] rat-- would be scurrying around inside, so he assumed that the rat would be intelligent and be wearing clothes. There was movement on top of one of the shelves. Some cardboard boxes jostled and there was skittering going on up there. Whatever it was it sounded bigger than a rat, which got Randal worried.

"Uhhhh..." said Randal, "Hello?"

"Yes, yes," said a mischievous girl's voice from up above, "Who is it?"

"It's Randal," said the dog. He was used to people around that college magically knowing who he was so he expected his name to mean something.

A small dragon's head popped up from the boxes-- a small dragon of four thin horns out the top of her head and reddish-pink scales. The dragon crawled out of the box and onto the edge of the shelf. It was Priscilla, dressed in a silver and bronze vest over a white shirt and a pair of brown pants, fitted for her feral body. Tiny wings unfolded behind her and a tail slapped on the shelf. The feral looked awkward trying to sit up on two legs.

Randal kept it secret that it was eerie seeing a dragon, even if it was a feral and small one. A small, four-legged dragon is what Geffa was when Randal first met her, although black scales instead of the ones Priscilla had.

The dragon pointed a paw at a stack of cloth banners on the desk by the door. "There's your banners, dog."

"Thanks," said Randal.

Randal picked up the banners, ropes dangling off of his arms. He turned to leave the room and Priscilla hovered down to Randal, gliding through the air down to the dog's shoulder. Randal nearly toppled at the sudden weight on his shoulder.

The dragon stared at Randal, leaning in to sniff at him. She stared some more.

Randal stared back, readjusting his grip on the banners. "Uhh... was there something you wanted?"

Priscilla smiled and flicked her tongue. "You're the mortal that boned Geffa aren't you?"

Randal turned his head away and sighed. "Yes."

The dragon rubbed her tail on Randal's back. "You don't sound very happy about it! What could be better than shagging a piece like [i]that[/i]?"

"I don't know," Randal replied, without trying to hide his disinterest in the conversation.

Priscilla leaned close and smiled mischievously. "When are you going to score that [i]again[/i]?"

Randal scowled at the lizard. "I'm not going to!"

He marched out the door, not caring whether or not the lizard chose him for a ride. Priscilla vacated Randal's shoulder and used her magic to hold the door open while Randal stomped away. She watched the lucky normal walk off and then went back into the storage room to continue looking for that chew toy she liked.

When Randal got to the northern entrance and set down his stack of banners. He picked one up off the top and looked around the trophy case the school had. When the zooman took over they must have gotten rid of all the college's accolades. There were two knobs on the corners of the display that looked like what Randal was supposed to tie the ropes to.

There was a stepladder by the bathroom door. Randal assumed it was left out for him. He took one of the banners and moved the stepladder underneath one of the knobs. He unfolded the banner, dropping it to the floor, then got a good look at it to see which way it needed to face.

He tied one end to the knob then got down the ladder. There was the gentle sound of barefeet smacking the hallway floor and Randal looked over to see Geffa-- the [i]humanoid[/i] black dragon woman walking his way. she had her usual dean's outfit: a white jacket and skirt with yellow trimmings. Her wings went behind her back like a cape and her thick scaly tail swung behind her.

Geffa looked up and they locked eyes. Randal scowled and turned away, taking the banner and the stepladder to the other side of the case.

"It's rude to not say hello, pet," said Geffa, "You should be courteous to your dean."

Randal gave Geffa a half-look over his shoulder. "Hi... Geffa."

Geffa walked forward, her steps rather stiff and her arms crossed. She stood beside the ladder as Randal climbed it with the other side of the banner in hand. "I'm glad you could stay after school to help us redecorate the place."

Randal stretched out the banner and tied it to the knob, hanging the thing across the display case with a small sag. With the banner unfurled, he could see what it said 'TRIUMPH AT BARKSVILLE'. It was such a generic slogan it could have been from [i]before[/i] zoomans took over the college.

"I didn't have any choice," said Randal.

Geffa tapped her foot on the ground. "If you were given a choice-- If you were [i]asked[/i] to help around here, would you have said yes?"

Randal hopped down the ladder. He pointed at it, addressing Geffa. "Will I need to bring this everywhere?"

Geffa shook her head. "No. The places where you will hang up the banners... they have the appropriate equipment there waiting for you. Next up is the show floor." She pointed down the hall.

"Ok," said Randal. Ok, and nothing more.

There was an awkward silence on Randal's way back to the stack of banners.

"I hope you are well, dog," said Geffa.

Randal was frustrated with Geffa. Everything seemed like a game to her. He wasn't comfortable giving the silent treatment. It was douchey and Geffa didn't seem like the kind of dragon to not punish disrespect.

"I'm doing good," said Randal, "Pixie is missing having you around the house."

Geffa chuffed and waved a foot around idly. "A dean of a college shouldn't be living with 6 extra roommates."

Randal was coming her way, banners under his arm. "Does it matter to you? Isn't the concept of a house below such [i]superior[/i] beings anyway?"

Geffa smirked. "Seems like the pet has some perspective!" She rumbled and waddled her head. "Perhaps you are right about that but if I am going to exist in this body"-- she gestured at herself-- "I will replicate some human standards."

Geffa's suit featured a low cut jacket. Her scaly black cleavage was out for everyone to see. Randal's eyes cock lost in the crack between her breasts. It called to him.

"So where are you living?" asked Randal.

Geffa tsk-tsked and shook her head. "Don't ask the [i]private[/i] information of the school's staff."

Randal chuckled. The two stared at each for a moment. A fragrance hit Randal's nose and he knew what it was. The dragon goddess couldn't be around him without emiting her pheromones.

"You're body is doing it again," said Randal.

"Whatever are you--" Geffa stopped. There was no point in hiding it. She thought up an excuse quick and put on a confident face. "What? This?" She wiggled her hips, shaking her tail. "My body is just reacting [i]naturally[/i] to another animal in its vicinity. Nothing more."

Randal couldn't help but let the disappointment fill his expression. Geffa remained stone-faced, unaffected by his hurt.

"The show floor right?" asked Randal.

"Yes," said Geffa.

The two walked their separate ways.

Geffa walked through the halls. She kept her chin up and she kept her posture dignified but there was no helping the essence that was leaking from her. Her mind couldn't keep off of the mastiff. Her body craved that mastiff's thick doghood and the dragon brainstormed excuses so she could make some room in today's busy schedule for her to masturbate.

That mastiff, she thought. The way his chubby tummy and butt cheeks bounced when he walked down that ladder kept in Geffa's mind. Why did Pixie have to stop forcing Randal to be naked all the time? That was a splendid week, Geffa though. It would have more gratifying for all audiences if the dog showed off his chunky body in the buff.

Randal didn't do well to walk on two legs. He should have been forced to walk on all fours. Geffa smiled. Yes, if [i]she[/i] was Randal's master that's what he would be doing.

Geffa's lust mist flowed from her loins like the pollen of flowers in spring. The mist took to the air and filled the halls. She passed by the printing office and when a staff member walked out a few seconds later, the smell of pheromones was thick in the air. The dragon passed by some students-- students that knew well enough not to annoy or insult their dragon dean. They tried their best to ignore the dragon but the students picked up on Geffa's aroma as she passed by. They didn't say anything and they didn't turn to look at her but once she was out of view they whispered to themselves about it. The dean was very horny!

Geffa found Room 406 and Eustice and Morglum were still lounging inside. Eustice was still at her desk and found herself a mug of green tea to sip on. Morglum sat on the windowsill, his tailfeathers getting into slapfights with the leaves of a nearby plant.

"Are we all stocked up then on the essentials?" asked Geffa.

Eustice nodded. "Yes. Well... mostly yes."

"We're missing a lot of niceties for larger students," said Morglum, "If a student is over 8 feet they're going to be out of luck for sportswear."

"I'll talk to our supplier," said Geffa, "Anything else?"

"Were you still thinking of a community garden?" asked Eustice, "I know the students would--" She stopped. The panda sniffed the air and got a whiff of thick dragon pheromones. She chuckled, her eyes darting around nervously. "[i]Geffa[/i]! You are certainly [i]abundant[/i] this afternoon!"

Morglum was across the room and Geffa's cloud of desire reached his nose too. He coughed, "Uhhh... Is there something wrong, Geffa?"

"What do you mean?" asked the dragon.

"You're are quite [i]excited[/i] in womanly matters," said Eustice.

Morglum snickered. "It's that dog boy, isn't it?"

"Randal always gets her so flowery," said Eustice.

Geffa closed her eyes and rubbed her face. "You're one to talk, Eustice. You see a couple holding hands and you start sliming yourself so bad you leaving a trail behind you like a snail."

Eustice chuckled, taking a cupped hand to her cheek. "You got me there!"

"Wait a little bit," said Morglum, "Maybe the dean here's going to shift from a fire dragon to a [i]slime[/i] dragon!"

Geffa scowled at Morglum. Her voice boomed across the room. "And maybe I could shift you from a demon into a broken toy to be abandoned in some dumpster!"

Morglum zipped it, and lowered his head in fealty to his boss.

Geffa huffed and rubbed aggressively into her arms. Something had to be done. She walked out of the room without a word and used her goddess powers to sense where Randal was. Where was that dumb little mastiff wandering the halls that Thursday afternoon? He was nearby, Geffa could feel it.

Randal was on his way to another spot he was supposed to hang up a banner-- his fourth so far. There was only that one and another left before he was done that [i]chore[/i]. Maybe after he was done that task he would be let free but he knew better to get his hopes up.

He let his gaze sink to the floor but his eyes rolled up on some black scaly feet. He knew who it was before he even raised his glance but even if he was expecting Geffa, he wasn't expecting Geffa to be snarling at him.

He scoffed. "What's the matter? Did I put up the wrong banner somewhere?"

Geffa growled and brought her hands up like she was wielding their claws at Randal. Geffa grabbed Randal by the shoulders and pushed him against the lockers.

"Uhhhhh, uh," said Randal, "What's wrong...?"

Geffa growled into Randal's face and Randal lost grip of the banners. He squirmed and his jaw contorted in terror and his eyes sharpened at the dragon. Was Geffa about to snack on the poor dog?

Randal stammered, his mind going in a hundred directions on what to do. Geffa glared at him, teeth out and her mouth glowing like a fire was brewing in her throat. Randal tried to scream for mercy but he was too scared to remember how to use his tongue or emit sound out of his throat.

Geffa took in a deep breath and Randal flinched to the side, bracing himself for his doom. Geffa unleashed a mighty [b]*ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRR!!!*[/b] Her eyes were fireballs and the force of the roar was like a jet turbine on Randal's face! The loud rumble had the sound of train running fullspeed through a tunnel!

Randal's face contorted and his eyes went wide. His mouth fell open and he screamed but it wasn't going to pick up over Geffa's volume. The dog flailed and his legs let out so Geffa had to hold him up to keep him eye level. The dog kicked his legs and whipped his arms but there was no escaping Geffa's grasp and her hellish roar!

Geffa roared until Randal closed his eyes and turned away, shaking and whimpering. Once she saw him cowering and quaking, she ceased her call of terror. Randal blinked and his whimpering quieted although he still shook like a subwoofer. He looked up, frightened eyes staring at Geffa.

Geffa let go and the dog to the floor. Humiliated, he looked up at the dragon dean. She glared back. Geffa walked closer to Randal and crouched down. She reached under her skirt and ripped out her panties. The panties were cotton white but so incredibly [i]moist[/i]. Slime crept off of them, coating Geffa's hand. Juice dripped out from beneath the dragon's skirt to the floor.

Geffa dangled the damp panties in front of Randal's face. "We're even."

She dropped the panties at Randal's legs and walked off.

Randal sat there, shivering and catching his breath. He glanced at the panties. In the sloppy folds there was half of a dragon roaring face visible, a design of panties Randal had seen before. The insides had a thick creamy substance clinging to them. In any other moment it would have been heaven to see Geffa's panties in that state, but Randal's body hadn't the will to be aroused by anything in that moment.

On a brick wall beside Randal, a face appeared. It was Marv. The wall looked at what Randal had done. "Wow. She was mad at you!"

Randal couldn't respond. It took a couple minutes before Randal found again the ability to speak. Marv waited patiently.

After some time, Randal cradled his head in his hands. His vision blurred. "What do I do about this? I can't see straight!"

"You can go to a nurse's office," said Marv.

Randal got up and shook his head around. It did nothing.

Randal sighed, "I caaaaan't believe this!"

"I can," said Marv, "You just got roared at by a dragon."

He glared around the hallways then cooled his anger and asked Marv, "Where's the closest one? The nurse's office?"

Marv gestured down a hall, "Go down that hall and take a right. There's a nurse's office where that field equipment closet used to be."

Randal nodded and walked off, trying to fight off the dizziness. Marv's face faded from the wall.

The dog walked through the halls, mortified at his shaken nerves. He worried that people could see but ultimately someone had to because he needed assistance. The two fellow students that saw him waddling down the hallways showed concern for Randal but he waved them off gratefully.

He found the nurse's office. The door was open and inside was Orphis, a wise looking goat man in a white coat and mint green polo shirt. His fur was a magical kind of blue and his eyes glowed. Priscilla was there, too. Both the goat and the dragon saw the dog boy walk in looking disheveled and both of them smiled, bemused.

Randal sighed. He knew there was a chorus of laughter or the like coming his way but he said it anyway: "I need assistance."

Priscilla snerked. "Yes, indeed!"

Orphis waved him in. "You've come to the right place."

Randal stepped inside the office, his legs still shaking from Geffa's terror. Anything to get out of public view. He didn't need any more eyes on his whimpering mastiff muzzle and the two inside the office already saw him like that.

The nurse's office was cozy. The room was brightly lit, had a white color on most surfaces, and there were shelves and cabinets around the place. Orphis was sitting on a chair beside the patient's bed, clacking his hoof toes on the floor. Priscilla sat on a counter beside him, dangling her feet and tail off the ledge. Once again the feral looked awkward sitting upright when her body was made walking and resting on four legs.

Randal had seen Orphis before. Coincidentally, he got to meet Orphis the day he had sex with Geffa around the college, although their interaction was short and in between orgasms with Geffa.

Randal motioned at the bed, "C-can I lay down?"

"Sure thing," said Orphis, getting up from his seat.

Priscilla slid down the counter, closer to Randal. The mastiff was shaking like a puppy! "I'm assuming Geffa's mighty roar was the cause of this sudden chill?"

"Yeah," said Randal.

"That's a shame," said Priscilla, "I usually have a list of jokes I'd make in your expense but if Geffa roared at me, I'd break into fits too!"

Randal took a rest, chatting with Orphis and Priscilla to cool his nerves. They were condescending like most higher beings at that college but he found their conversation to be relaxation and the vicious face of the dragon dean faded from his eyes. After a few minutes, his shivering stopped, his heart returned to its normal beat, and he felt ok.

Randal got up. "I think I'm ok."

"Me too," said Orphis.

"Uhhh..." he looked at Priscilla and Orphis, on the way to the door, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it," said Orphis.

"Mention it, actually," said Priscilla, "When I signed up for a job at this college I never thought I'd have to learn some bedside manner!"

Priscilla and Orphis laughed. Randal blushed and got out of there. He left his banners by the lockers. He hoped they were still ok. Otherwise he would likely have to face more wrath by his tyrannical dean!

Orphis walked up to the door and peeked his head out to see Randal walk off to whatever he was doing before. With Randal out of sight, Orphis settled back into the room with Priscilla.

Priscilla laid down on the counter, swinging her spaded tail around. "Geffa's not finished with him, is she?"

Orphis huffed. "Definitely not."

Priscilla looked at the plastic packaging that Randal left on the counter. "Should we get out a few extra pairs of pants for our little mortal friend?"

Orphis shook his head. "No. We should prepare a grave."

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