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Carnelian took a table with a view of the door to Cardinals, a coffee shop that had opened up the year before. It was midmorning on a Tuesday, and the place was only half-full at the moment. A drone of quiet conversations played over the college radio station spilling from the speakers in the ceiling. Carnelian ordered a simple black coffee and raspberry scone, settling in at her table with them and a plastic cup of water.

She finished the scone near 10:30, and idly watched the door while setting up a gradebook for one of her classes. The antlered doe tried to not make it obvious she waited on someone, but by 10:32 she genuinely worried her student wouldn’t show. It was, of course, while she looked down at her laptop that the door opened, the bell over it ringing. Carnelian’s ears flicked, and she glanced up, unable to contain a smile as Felicia rushed over to her table.

The vixen, coat entirely white except for a black tipped tail, wore a slimming black skirt with a dark red tube top, clothes likely for the weather but that hugged her hips, highlighted her cleavage, and showed off her figure all at once. Her ears were down, looking cowed before Carnelian had said anything.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Felicia muttered as she set her book bag down and pulled out a chair. “I had trouble finding parking and—”

“Relax,” Carnelian said. “First, I want to say you’re not in trouble, okay?”

Relief visibly washed through Felicia: her posture and tail relaxing, whiskers and ears no longer tilted back like she expected to be struck. Her yellow eyes, which could look strikingly golden in a certain light, blinked away tears. “I… Thank you. I’m sorry professor—”

“Carnelian, come on, you know I don’t like that professor nonsense.”

Felicia cleared her throat. “Right, sorry, I forgot. I didn’t… didn’t know if you’d be angry with me.”

Carnelian’s ears lowered, leaning over the table she said, “I was worried, of course. But I don’t ever get angry with my students. You said in your email you were going through some stuff, yeah?”

Felicia simply nodded, wide-eyed.

“I trust you and you don’t have to share any details you don’t want to. I’m here to get you caught up, alright?”

Felicia’s eyes started watering again, her lip twitching. “You… you…”

Carnelian resisted the urge to frown. She hated when her students cried in front of her, mostly because professional boundaries meant she couldn’t offer comfort beyond words.

“Thank you so much,” Felicia breathed. “Can… can I just hug you? Would that be weird?”

It would be, but at this point Carnelian didn’t want to embarrass her by telling her no. She opened up an arm and turned in her chair. Felicia wordlessly came over and collapsed against Carnelian. For anyone else, it looked like this antlered doe just held the vixen her shoulder, not a professor consoling her student.

Felicia sobbed, and muttered against Carnelian, “Thank you… I really thought I’d have to stay an extra semester.”

Carnelian cut her off with, “Shhh…” just holding the vixen, self-conscious of the warmth of her body. She wanted to stroke Felicia’s back, but she could only offer so much.

Warm, wet tears pooled into Carnelian’s dress by the time Felicia pulled away and wiped her eyes. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to—”

“Stop apologizing and sit down, dear,” Carnelian said. Felicia did, turning a bit sheepish as Carnelian said, “You’re not the first student to miss a month of class because of some personal emergency. It just makes me sad that all you think you deserve is some punishment.”

Felicia pressed her fists into her lap and just blurted out, “It was a break up.”

Carnelian winced.

“I just… it was… things were bad and I just couldn’t get out of bed and then felt terrible for it and—”

Carnelian held up her hand. “Again, you don’t need to make excuses. An abusive ex is the reason I dropped out of my first college. Things happen, and I’m happy to support you in what ways I can, but I’m not able to be your therapist.”

Felicia’s shoulders slouched. “Right, I know. I’ve been seeing one—it’s just not been easy.”

Carnelian said softly, “I know. Which is why I want to make the remainder of this semester as easy as I can. I loved having you in my class, Felicia.” The vixen for once perked up at hearing this. “You invested a lot more than I expect any senior to, and I think all that extra work should make up for what you missed. I’m not going to ask you to start project three this week and have it finished by finals. We’re just going to have you write me a reflection letter, alright?”

“Okay,” Felicia said with a little nod. “What about?”

“On the semester, the class,” Carnelian said. “Just what you learned. It only needs to be a page long, but I can make up a prompt if you need one.”

Felicia leaned over and dug through her bookbag, she sat back up laptop in hand, setting it on the table. “Is it alright if I just stick around and work on it here with you?”

Carnelian offered Felicia a warm smile. “Of course. Would you like a drink? My treat.”

Carnelian didn’t have trouble buying things for her students like this. Her professors had paid for lunches, dinners, and drinks when she met them off campus, and she assumed any college student would be strapped for cash. Felicia beamed at the offer, and scanned the menu hanging over the barista counter for just a moment. A few minutes later, Carnelian came back with a chai latte for her. She slid it to the younger woman and asked, “Any questions for me?”

“No, I think I got it,” Felicia said as she typed away. Stopping only to sip at her still steaming latte.

Carnelian admired the young vixen a moment. In class she’d always had such a casual, easy beauty that it flustered Carnelian from time to time. Not enough to really bother her. Sometimes students could be attractive, she typically noticed and let it roll off her shoulders. It hadn’t been Felicia’s looks that endeared her to Carnelian, though. That came from the wit of her writing, the investment she took in the course, and how often she lingered after class just to chat about readings or their lecture. That often led to other subjects, but Carnelian didn’t mind sharing Felicia’s company as she walked back to her office—

“Is something wrong, professor?”

Carnelian’s ears went up in surprise and she quickly shook her head. “No, just lost in thought.” Carnelian cleared her throat. How long had she been staring?

“Oh, alright,” Felicia said nonchalantly, but Carnelian noticed a smile peek at the corner of her lips as she continued working.

Carnelian took a drink from her lukewarm coffee, feeling heat on her cheeks. She told herself not to be embarrassed. Next week would be the last couple of classes, and the semester would be over. The nice thing with teaching is she never needed to live with any awkwardness for long.

Carnelian returned to the work on her computer. She organized her gradebook, responded to a few texts from Isaac, and drank her coffee. At one point, she felt Felicia’s foot brush up against her shin, and Carnelian reflexively pulled her legs under her chair, assuming it an accident.

Then after thirty minutes or so, Felicia said, “Um… hey, professor?”

“Carnelian, Felicia. Just use my name,” she told her student with a fond smile.

“Right, Carnelian, could you, uh, look at my letter and tell me if it’s good or not?”

“I’m sure it is,” Carnelian said before reaching out, “I’ll have a look at it, though.”

Felicia slid her laptop across the table, and Carnelian pulled it to her end, spinning it around before she started reading. Felicia got up and said, “I’ve got to run to the bathroom. Need to make sure I didn’t mess up my mascara after all that crying before.”

“Take your time, dear,” Carnelian said as she started skimming, “I’ll watch your things.”

Felicia took off. Normally, Carnelian never read reflection letters word for word. All she wanted to do was make sure they wrote something in the ballpark of what she asked. These weren’t essays, and she didn’t grade them on much more than completion.

Felicia wrote about the semester in an off the cuff fashion that felt more like a journal entry. Talking about the class until the fourth paragraph, where the first sentence there stopped Carnelian in her tracks.

You’re the first woman I ever noticed I had a crush on…

Carnelian glanced over her shoulder towards the back of the coffeeshop. No wonder Felicia fled to the bathroom. She’d armed a bomb and dropped it into Carnelian’s lap.

Carnelian took a deep breath, muttering, “Oh lord…” and continued reading.

I hope admitting that doesn’t make you mad. I didn’t plan on it. I don’t want to blame Anthony, but he just really did a number on me. He and I had been dating since Freshman year. It wasn’t so bad that first year, but the farther along we got, the more insecure and jealous he became. I started spending less and less time with friends cause he would get upset if I wasn’t spending time with him. I started to look forward to classes as an excuse to just get away from him—though, I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself until recently.

What I mean is, professor, I came into this semester feeling so alone, and I stayed after class cause you were friendly, didn’t seem much older than me (you’re like 27, right?), and I just—I don’t know. I think I went so long without actual kindness that when you just gave it to me, I thought you were flirting with me. At first I just wanted to believe I enjoyed hanging out. Like I can talk to my advisor about art and my art portfolio all day long, but I knew I was pining for you pretty bad a month into class.

You probably don’t remember, but back in March I asked you about being queer. I was so worried you’d turn around and say something nasty about me being a silly straight girl. But you were so patient with me, and when you shared your experiences figuring out your sexuality, it made me feel safe enough to just say “I’m bisexual.” I told Anthony not long after, and that’s when things fell apart. I came out and his first reaction was just, “You’re going to break up with me for some girl, aren’t you?” We had a fight, and I stood up for myself for the first time in a long time, and by the end of it we’d broken up.

I was a mess for the next week, but by the time I figured out how to drag myself back to class, back to all the friends I hadn’t seen in months, I was terrified of seeing you. You were the person I wanted to hold me and fill all this emptiness inside me that Anthony left behind, and I knew you couldn’t do that and it just made me hurt even more. I didn’t want to feel rejected by you, and another week passed, and you emailed me about class and I was just stupified by anxiety by then. I didn’t have a good excuse, and the last thing in the world I wanted was for you to be mad at me, so I just avoided you because I was so sure you’d be frustrated with me. That I deserved to be punished for dropping off like I had over a stupid break up.

Anyways, that’s why the last part of this semester was a disaster, but also, I think you might have saved my life? Or at least saved me from so many more years of pain. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you for that, but thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Whenever I’m ready to date again—

The chair across the table squealed when it scraped backwards, and Carnelian almost jumped out of her seat. Felicia had also cringed at the sound, trying to sneak quietly back into her chair. Carnelian glanced at the last couple of sentences, and just reflexively closed Felicia’s laptop before pushing it back across the table.

“Sorry, I need a moment,” Carnelian breathed, finding it a struggle to speak around a stinging in her throat.

“I’m sorry—I just needed to say… something.”

“No no,” Carnelian waved her hands in front of her. “You don’t need to apologize—just…” Carnelian sucked in a breath and sighed, “Give me a second.” She couldn’t look at Felicia as she swallowed down tears. She was usually so good about handling students in distress, but this…

Felicia quietly offered, “I can just go if you need me to.”

“I don’t want that,” Carnelian almost snapped. Eyes watering a little, she rubbed them clear and said, “I’m sorry you went through that. It’s not quite the same thing as what I went through my sophomore year, but it was similar.”

Felicia tried to smile. “Hey, I’m okay now. I promise. I didn’t know sharing all that would upset you. I should have warned you after you mentioned your abuser.”

“I’m glad you shared it, I really am.” Carnelian tried to take a drink of water, but only noticed her cup was empty as she brought it to her muzzle. She cursed and said, “Just a second.” A little shaky, she got up and went to a water cooler sitting at the edge of the barista's counter. She filled the glass, feeling Felicia watch her back.

What the hell should Carnelian even say? Did she just ignore the part about Felicia wanting her? That stung in her chest. Everything in Carnelian told her to pull the younger woman close and protect her, damn professional responsibility. She took a long drink of cold water, then started filling the cup again. It terrified her to consider that, though. She’d always been able to compartmentalize any affection for her students, ignore it, understand it as temporary and move on. She didn’t know if she could keep doing that with Felicia, though.

Carnelian returned to the table with the cup of water in hand. She sat down with a sigh, head blank, undecided, and finally told Felicia, “I turned thirty a couple months ago.”

A nervous yip of laughter fell out of Felicia, and she clapped her paw over her muzzle. Ears folded back, sheepish, she said, “You definitely don’t look it.”

Carnelian managed a smile. “And I remembered that conversation, because when you asked me, ‘When did you know you were bi?’ my first thought was, ‘Does she not realize she’s queer yet?’”

Felicia gasped. “You knew?”

Carnelian shrugged. “My gaydar is rarely wrong.”

“What gave me away? Was I just super obvious when we’d—”

“No, no,” Carnelian interrupted to keep Felicia from saying it aloud. “I, uh,” Carnelian had to lick her lips, finding her mouth dry when she tried to say it. “It wasn’t that I thought you had a crush on me.”

“Have,” Felicia muttered.

Carnelian nearly choked. She ignored the confession now and continued, “I knew you were lonely. Most students who hang out with faculty do cause they’re looking for someone to just talk to, and college can be this weird place where you’re surrounded by people but feel really alone. You weren’t the first student I’ve had be like that, so I didn’t think anything of it. I just knew you were queer because I didn’t have to fake it around you.”

“Fake it?”

Carnelian shrugged. “I don’t like hanging around straight people. They get uncomfortable when I act like myself, and it’s exhausting dealing with their discomfort and exhausting faking who I am for their sake.”

A visible warmth seemed to spread through Felicia: Her eyes shined, tail raised with a playful quirk to its inky tip, a smile that she couldn’t force down. She leaned forward in her chair and said, “So what you’re saying is that you liked spending time with me?”

“Of course I did,” Carnelian said. “You’re a wonderful young woman, Felicia.”

The vixen deflated at that. Felicia no doubt sensed in Carnelian’s tone an attempt to keep her from thinking something else about that fact. “Too young?” Felicia asked.

Carnelian said, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’ve dated people ten years older than me before, so I’m not one to judge about age.”

“It’s the student thing, then.”

Carnelian nodded. She leaned over the table and just said plainly, “I like you a lot, Felicia, but I can’t open that door with my students.”

“What about in a few weeks, when the semester is over?”

Carnelian winced. Felicia made this harder than it needed to be. She shook her head, “I just can’t. This is a boundary I need to make.”

“Right,” Felicia said with a sigh. She looked down at her lap and muttered, “I’m sure this isn’t the first time this has happened to you.”

Dammit. Seeing the young vixen like this… knowing how easy it would be to make her happy. Carnelian admitted, “Actually, it is, which is part of what makes this so hard.”

“Right. I should… I should probably get going.”

“If you want to talk more, I’d love to, Felicia,” Carnelian whispered. “Just… it’d be a good idea if we both took some time to cool off.”

“I’m sorry if I upset you.”

“Stop apologizing, girl,” Carnelian said, exasperated. She had to fight down more tears, which became harder when she noticed Felicia struggling with the same thing. Carnelian sighed, trying to reign her emotions in before she added, “You are fantastic, Felicia. I’m so happy you were in my class, that I got the chance to meet you, and if you haven’t figured it out yet, the only reason this is so hard for me to do is because of how badly I cherish you.”

Felicia tears broke free. She tried to dab them away with a finger, cursing, “Dammit, I just fixed my mascara.”

Carnelian chuckled, the sound a shaky release of tension. She stood up and opened her arms. “Come here, girl. Let me hug you, at least.”

Felicia practically jumped into her arms. They hugged each other tight for only a breath, before pulling away, faces close enough Carnelian felt the urge to kiss the vixen before she slipped away, and the moment passed. “Thank you, for everything,” Felicia whispered before she gathered up her things.

Carnelian watched her leave before going back to her phone. She texted Isaac right away: Shit, hun, are you there?

Thank god Isaac must’ve had his phone on hand, for he answered immediately: What’s going on babe?

Call me?

One sec.

***

Felicia clutched her messenger bag against her chest, unsure where she even walked, just moving through downtown. She knew Carnelian would turn her down, but she needed to say something. After months holding it all in, any longer would have driven her crazy. Her ribs ached, and she crushed her bag down harder as if to smother that pain, unsuccessfully. Felicia held back her tears best she could, swallowing sobs, but still blinked away some every few minutes.

It was a stupidly nice day out: a few wispy clouds did nothing to hide the sunshine, and the humidity was mercifully low for this time of the year. She wished it rained something fierce, storms not just for her mood, but to empty the city streets of all the people out and about today. Felicia didn’t want anyone to see her like this, just waiting for some stranger to ask her if she was okay or some shitty dude to tell her to smile.

The din of traffic, people passing by and talking, a construction site up the street, made it so when the vixen first heard her name called she just stopped. Her ears went up, turned backwards slightly.

“Wait up!” that voice called. Carnelian’s voice. She’d never heard her professor raise her voice before, the doe once admitting privately she hated shouting. Felicia always enjoyed Carnelian’s voice. The trans woman never bothered to alter her pitch, so it remained deep as any man’s, but all its inflections, its rhythms, were feminine. It made for this blend Felicia found confident and sure but also gentle and safe. More than once, Felicia’s mind had drifted off during a lecture imagining how that voice might sound husky, domineering, warm breath washing across her ear.

Finally, the vixen worked up the nerve to turn around. She spotted Carnelian waiting at a crosswalk, hand pressed against the button and leaning against the pole. She was panting, shoulders slouched, but when Felicia looked at her she smiled and said, “Wait for me.”

Felicia couldn’t hear her over the city, but read her lips well enough. Body still coiled with tension, as if expecting her hopes to be yanked out from under her again, she went over to the nearest building, some office space with tinted windows lining its outer walls for several stories. She watched Carnelian, who now waited for the traffic to die down until an opening arrived. Her professor darted across the street, jaywalking the first chance she got.

Carnelian trotted up to her, and Felicia reflexively shrinked into the thickly paned glass behind her. Carnelian licked her lips, “Hey… I’m, hah,” she held up a finger and coughed, clearing her throat with a shake of her head, “Sorry, I’m really not in great shape.”

Felicia snickered a little at that, some of her nervousness melting away to the silliness of this. She asked, “Did you run all the way out here?”

Carnelian nodded. “I called Isaac, and he told me, ‘Student or not, if she feels this special you should at least try.’ I made a huge mistake, Felicia.”

“You were just doing what you thought was right,” Felicia said. “I understand, it’s okay to not—”

“Girl, let me have this.” Carnelian stepped closer, the half a foot of height she had on Felicia now feeling much more. She touched the vixen’s cheek, and a shiver worked down Felicia’s spine to the tip of her black-capped tail. “You’re worth whatever risk this is.”

Carnelian’s lips brushed hers and Felicia whimpered. The doe deepened the kiss, pressing her body closer, her warmth so much. Felicia finally let go of her bag, arms wrapping around Carnelian’s neck, muzzle tilting so their lips met at a better angle. Another kiss, this time her professor’s lips opened up Felicia’s lips, and Carnelian’s tongue slipped inside the vixen’s maw. Carnelian squeezed Felicia’s waist, pulling them chest to chest, her thigh working between Felicia’s legs and pressing against her spade. Felicia moaned, savoring the aftertaste of coffee and the slight sweetness of Carnelian’s saliva.

It undid Felicia. She completely forgot about everything else until some man catcalled, “Hey! You girls need a third?”

Felicia threw up a middle finger reflexively, eye snapping open to see Carnelian had done the same. They broke the kiss to laugh at themselves, neither expecting the other to do it in tandem. Carnelian did not let go of her, though. Smiling, she kissed Felicia’s brow and she nuzzled into the soft fur along Carnelian’s chest. She smelled good. Sweet and floral but with a natural undertone of fur and flesh.

Carnelian whispered, “You know what I like about that coffee shop I met you at?”

“What?”

“Cardinals is right around the corner from my apartment. You have anywhere you need to be?”

Felicia’s heart fluttered, knowing what Carnelian meant. “No,” she said, lying. She could skip her afternoon class. “I’m free all day.”

“How about you head back home with me and we can figure out how we’ll make this work?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I would love that.”

“Hehe, you better,” Carnelian growled before giving Felicia a quick peck on the cheek. She wrapped her hand around Felicia’s paw and said, “I left my stuff at Cardinals. We’ll pick it up then head back to my place.”

Felicia nodded, feeling like a little girl getting swept away in her first crush. She adjusted the strap of her messenger bag on her shoulder and let Carnelian lead the way.

***

Soon as the brass, elevator doors of Carnelian’s apartment building slipped shut, Felicia pounced on her professor. This time she forced Carnelian up against the wall, kissing her with the same enthusiasm they had together on the street. One paw went under the hem of Carnelian’s dress, feeling up the growing bulge in her panties.

Carnelian huffed as that dainty paw squeezed her shaft. Felicia broke the kiss to whisper, “I want to get on my knees right here.”

Carnelian smirked, letting herself firm up a little in Felicia’s grip. “Sure you’d be able to handle me?”

“Only one way to find out,” Felicia growled. She knelt down, but soon as she did the elevator binged, coming to a stop. She stood back up, tossing her head back in a dramatic groan.

“Hehe, come here you!” Carnelian hooked her arm around Felicia’s and dragged her out into the hall. It was a short walk to the door, and Carnelian already had her keys dug out of her bag. She twisted the lock and threw open the door. They stepped inside a large living room with an open dining room to the right, a narrow kitchen beyond it, and a hallway across from the front door that led to an office space and a bedroom. The living room TV was on, and sitting on a blue sofa was a massive grey wolf, the Xbox controller in his paws looking child-sized by comparison.

“Isaac, this is Felicia,” Carnelian said as she dropped her bag on the mail-covered dining room table.

Isaac paused his game to offer Felicia a toothy grin. “Hey, good to meet you.”

“Um, you, too,” Felicia muttered. She knew Carnelian’s boyfriend by name and species, but did not expect him to be so big and rugged looking. She always envisioned another academic sort, not this.

Carnelian grabbed Felicia’s paw and led the suddenly shy vixen down the hall. “We’ll be in the bedroom,” Carnelian called back to Isaac.

“Have fun, you two,” Isaac teased.

Carnelian got them into the bedroom, closed the door behind her, and said, “Make yourself comfortable.”

Felicia dropped her messenger bag by a nightstand with a pill caddy and lamp sitting on it. The bed was a massive king-sized thing, made up with a lilac and grey quilt, pillows in matching cases. The rest of the room was taken up by two mis-matched wardrobes that looked thrifted, a small but stuffed bookshelf doubling as a nightstand for the other side of the bed, and a door connecting this room and a bathroom.

They sat on the bed together, side by side, but Carnelian did not throw Felicia on her back just yet. She kissed Felicia’s ear and said, “I really want to fuck you, but we should figure this out first.”

Felicia glanced at the obvious bulge along the hem of Carnelian’s dress, no doubt her professor’s panties the only thing keeping that cock from exposing itself. She had trouble thinking through what exactly they needed to talk about, but Carnelian grabbed both her paws and started:

“I need you to know what to expect from me, okay? I don’t want to treat you like a fling, Felicia.”

Felicia’s heart thumped in her throat, and she had to swallow it back down before she managed to say, “I would, um, love that… not all my fantasies were just you using me in your office.”

“Heh, that so, dear?” She lifted Felicia’s paw to her lips and kissed the knuckles there, green eyes still locked with Felicia’s yellow. “I know a lot of places we can have fun on campus, but we can’t do that this semester, alright?”

“Is it still too risky?”

Carnelian said, “We need to keep it professional on campus until your grades have been posted. Here, out in public, though, we can do whatever we want.”

“You sure? If someone sees us I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t know any of your professors, so I’d doubt they’d recognize me, and none of my colleagues would recognize you unless you started visiting my office regularly. But that’s not the only thing I wanted to bring up, though.”

“Mhmm?”

“I want this to work out,” Carnelian started, making Felicia frown. “Now, don’t give me that look—what I mean is, you’re wonderful, but you’re also young, Felicia. I don’t want to be the deciding factor in whatever you do after your degree. I need you to promise me, if we do this, you’ll put yourself first, alright?”

Felicia chewed on her lip a moment. “You’re, like, not making this easy for me.”

Carnelian nuzzled her cheek and whispered, “I want you in my life, dear. I don’t want to be your life.”

“Okay, I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

“And don’t worry, I’m not going to try to enforce this. I don’t want you to feel like I’m keeping a record of things, but you’ve never been in a poly situation before, right?”

Felicia's ears tilted back. “Yeah… I guess that’s another complication.”

“It is, but you’re worth the work to me, okay?”

The vixen couldn’t help but smile at that.

“I just want you to understand how this works for me. I don’t see a pecking order between you or my other partners. I don’t like to play favorites, and I want you to still feel like you can find other people. Other girls, especially. As long as those people make you happy and don’t force you to be something you’re not, I’ll be happy and supportive, and all I ask in return is you understand I won’t always be available or there exclusively for you.”

Felicia nodded. Part of her wondered how good of an idea it was to get involved in a relationship with so many caveats, but when the intensity to Carnelian’s eyes shifted back to her usual warmth everything felt worth this chance.

“I’m sorry this is so much at once,” Carnelian apologized. “I just—the last thing I want to do is hurt you by making you feel like I promised something I couldn’t give.”

Felicia actually scoffed. “I can’t imagine it. You’re like, I don’t know, a saint to me?”

Carnelian snickered. “Your gay angel?”

“Mmm, even better,” Felicia said. She slipped her paw out of Carnelian’s grip to cup the doe’s cheek. “So can I kiss my hot, older girlfriend some more now?”

“As much as you want.”

Felicia pressed herself back against Carnelian. Her inviting warmth, short summer coat ran finely against the vixens fingerpads as they snuck under the hem of Carnelian’s dress. She squeezed one full thigh as their lips met in another deep kiss. Carnelian tugged Felicia into her lap, and the vixen gladly straddled her teacher’s hips. Hugged tight to the older woman, Felcia moaned, muffled by Carnelian’s tongue in her maw. The taste of coffee and a sweeter saliva so inviting it made Felicia’s nethers flush with fresh heat.

Felicia reached around and unzipped the back of Carnelian’s dress. She wanted so badly to see her, bare in all her beauty. Her teacher broke the kiss, laughing a little as she helped Felicia pull the dress up and over her head. “Careful with the antlers,” she teased, one shoulder strap briefly catching on her rack.

Felicia sat back to look at her. The slight curve of her waist out to her hips, her shoulders broader than most women. Her front was a field of soft, downy white fur. On her breasts were a pair of white pasties covering up her nipples. “You won’t need these anymore.” She ripped them off, tossing them onto the ground. Felicia licked her chops and cupped one of her teacher’s breasts. It filled her palm nicely, and her thumb teased across her teat. Carnelian gasped, and Felicia asked, “Sensitive here, huh?”

“It’s the HRT,” Carnelian said. “They’re always stiff and sensitive.”

“Hehe, I’ll keep that in mind.” She squished the breast in her palm and watched a bead of pearly milk press out of the nipple.

Felicia’s eyes went wide, and before she could say something, Carnelian told her, “That’s a recent development.”

“Y-you lactate?” Felicia asked, glancing from the leaking nipple to her teacher.

“Sorry if that’s a turn off, I really can’t control it—”

“It’s hot,” Felicia whispered, the decision surprising her. She’d never really considered lactation a kink of hers, but when suddenly presented by her first ever girl crush it seemed to have rewired her brain.

“Heh, taste sweet, too.”

Carnelian grabbed the back of Felicia’s head, but she needed no help pressing her face into Carnelian’s chest. Her lips wrapped around that exposed nipple, tongue lapping up what had already dripped on the soft, fine fur of her bust. More milk leaked into her maw, and it was sweet, a slight tinge of sour, but God why did this make Felicia’s pussy so wet? Carnelian kissed her brow, her sensitive inner ear, whispered, “Fuck Felicia…” The vixen’s palm squished her breast, suckling hard enough that areola pressed against her fangs, tongue lapping up the occasional drop of milk. Carnelian arched her back into that needy maw while her fingers worked under the waistband of Felicia’s skirt.

The vixen squirmed on her professor’s lap, her crotch bumping against Carnelian’s cock. Felicia’s eyes flicked down and she saw it between them now, fat shaft having popped free of its measly underwear. It had a gravity to it, with Felicia yearning to touch, smell, taste her teacher’s girlcock. Carnelian let her slide down her lap, slipping onto her knees before the bed. The antlered doe squeezed the base of that fleshy pillar, her palm holding under a half of it. Foreskin just barely clung the glans of the mushroom tip, which she slowly peeled backwards to reveal the blood-flushed tip glistening with precum. The foreskin rolled back over it and Carnelian pointed her cock at Felicia’s snout.

“Just smell it, dear.”

Felicia did, whiskers twitching as he took a deep breath like she scented a bouquet. Carnelian’s musk had a fragrant, earthy sweetness to it. Definitely an odor of sweat built up in the Pittsburgh summer but pleasant, enticing. It smelled neither like a boy’s dick nor a pussy.

“Breathe it in, let it get into your head,” Carnelian whispered.

Felicia whined a little as she did as told, rocking her hips against carpet, swollen spade dripping into her boyshorts.

“I didn’t realize you wanted to be my little sub, you should have said something sooner.”

“I… I didn’t know—”

“Shhh, I saw the change in you when you saw my cock. This what you want?”

One of Felicia’s slender fangs pinched into her bottom lip and she nodded.

“I bet you fantasized about being leashed and collared under my desk, didn’t you?”

She’d not, but the picture in her mind now made her shudder and moan.

“Taste it—that’s a good girl,” Carnelian quickly added as Felicia immediately lapped at her cock. She became a feral, thirsty mutt, leaning in and working her tongue across Carnelian’s shaft. She tasted more flesh, sweat—girlcock was soft in a way she did not expect. Felicia wrapped the base in her paw and squeezed, finding it firm as any dick yet also not quite as stiff. It had a tenderness against her tongue she enjoyed exploring, lapping along the shaft before returning to the head. She rolled back the foreskin and licked up the sweet tasting precum, a touch of salt to it, but mostly… mostly…

How did every part of the older woman have a warmth and sweetness to her? Felicia marveled even as her lips wrapped around that exposed mushroom tip. It was bigger than her boyfriend’s and a different shape, but Felicia would do her best to please her professor. She kept a hold of the shaft’s base, touching the soft, downy white pubic fur of the older woman. Felicia marveled at how the glans of that cock effortlessly slid into her maw, how its warmth heated her whole mouth. She swallowed more of the shaft, tongue gliding along it, feeling her professor’s pulse.

“Good girl,” Carnelian cooed as Felicia began to bob her head, only working the first half of the shaft in her muzzle. Carnelian suspected that was all the girl could take, but there would be ample time to teach her how to open her throat.

Felicia’s tail wagged a little at the encouragement. Carnelian sighed as her dick spat another wad of precum into her student’s gullet. Felicia moaned upon getting a second taste of it. She swallowed and bobbed her head faster, starting to suck harder on her shaft, using everything she knew from blowing her boyfriend. This was so much better than him. Felicia preferred the shapely shaft locked in her suckling muzzle, how it kept some softness even as it remained engorged. How the foreskin rolled up and down the glans with every pump of it into Felicia’s skull. How Carnelian scritched behind her ear and offered little encouragements: “Oh you’re doing so good for me,” and “That’s my good little cocksucking student.” That last one made Felicia especially wet.

Even if they did everything right, the tabooness of fucking her professor had the young vixen hotter than she had been in a long time.

She would have merrily kept sucking if Carnelian didn’t grab a fistful of hair and whispered, “Easy, girl, that’s enough for now.”

Felicia actually whined. Usually she met the end of warming up her boyfriend with relief, but with her professor she wanted to keep going. Reluctantly, slowly, she allowed inch after inch of dick to slide free of her maw, the whole shaft glistening with Felicia’s saliva.

Carnelian smiled down at the girl and stroked her cheek. “Sorry, but I want to taste you, too.”

Felicia’s ears folded backwards. “A-are you sure?”

“Hehe, yes, now get up and get on the bed, girl.”

Felicia babbled as she got up, “It’s just—no one’s ever—”

Carnelian hushed her with a finger to Felicia’s snout. “Hold up,” her professor dropped the finger and asked, “Your boyfriend never went down on you?”

“He, um, thought it was gross.”

“Psh, oh, and let me guess, you still had to put his dick in your mouth, yeah?”

“Yes…”

“Girl, that was your first red flag: never trust a man who won’t eat pussy.”

“If only we’d had a class together sooner…”

Carnelian smirked. “You’ll know for the future, at least. Now,” she spanked Felicia’s rump, “Get out of that skirt and get on that bed, girl.”

“O-okay!” Felicia squeaked, quickly shimmying out of her skirt and soaked boyshorts before climbing onto the bed.

“Mmm, good girl, now get on all fours. There we go, now hike that tail, you don’t have anything to be shy about—god it should be illegal to look this good,” Carnelian said as she groped Felicia’s exposed, snow-white butt. Heat flushed the vixen’s cheeks and ears, she couldn’t stop her quivering spade from clenching around nothing. She whimpered when Carnelian’s fingers brushed her dark, swollen labia, tracing a circle round her cookie. Her professor whispered, “How could anyone not want to worship this? Worship you, girl?”

Felicia moaned as Carnelian simply rubbed her student’s labia. No penetration, no other stimulation. Just the girl’s coal-colored quivering cunt, which Carnelian leaned in to smell: a musky, heated aroma tinted with just a touch of bitterness. As fragrant to the elder woman as a finely brewed cup of coffee. She breathed in deeper, louder, knowing it flustered the girl, wanting to fluster her.

“I can’t believe I’m getting the first taste of this,” Carnelian said. She spread those nether lips and admired the pale pink walls of Felicia’s insides. Carnelian couldn’t help but lick her lips a little before finally leaning in. She kissed her student’s vagina, soft and plush as any pair of lips could be. Felicia groaned as a kiss turned to tongue tunneling inside her body. Carnelian grabbed the girl’s rump for support and dug further in, oral muscle wriggling deep as possible. Felicia’s cunny tasted of heat, salt, bitterness, a slight sour flavor on it that receded the more that Carnelian’s tongue excavated that entrance.

Felicia reflexively clenched on her professor’s tongue, as it slid so deliciously up and down her walls. Her pussy poured fresh, feminine arousal into Carnelian’s waiting maw. Both women moaned. Felicia couldn’t help but push her rump back into Carnelian’s lips, having dreamed of being eaten out by her professor more than once. A dream could not compare to the very real, questing muscle that lapped up her nectar and swished in long circles around her inner walls. It just made her loins heat up more and more, a familiar tension starting to build in Felicia’s stomach.

Carnelian backed away, licking her lips and giving a pleased sigh. Felicia whined, but was silenced by her professor saying, “Oh hush, I’m far from done.” Carnelian stripped off her underwear and climbed onto the bed. Lying on her back, antlers digging a little into the mattress, she said, “Come here and sit on my face, girl.”

Felicia had never considered doing something so lewd before. Pussy rushing with blood from her pounding heart, she complied, crawling over only for Carnelian to say, “Turn around, other way, dear.” She meant to sixty-nine? Unable to stop her tail from wagging, Felicia turned around so her butt faced her professor’s face, who grabbed it and brought it back down onto that hungry muzzle. Felicia moaned, back arching, grinding down into Carnelian’s lips, whose tongue burrowed right back inside her.

And leaking across Carnelian’s navel was her dick. Felicia couldn’t help herself, settling down more comfortably on her elbows before scooping that luscious, girthy shaft back into her paw. She squeezed it and enjoyed how the whole thing flexed in her grip. She moaned as the tongue inside her undulated up and down her walls. She needed to return the favor, needed her professor’s cock back in her maw where it belonged. The fantasy of being leashed under Carnelian’s desk made Felicia whimper as she once again sniffed those scrumptious glans. Its musk flooded her senses, and suddenly her lips were wrapped back around them. She did not even remember opening her mouth, just settling into the simple satisfaction of sucking her professor off.

Carnelian got what she wanted out of Felicia, and rolled her hips, pumping the shaft deep into that muzzle and almost making the younger girl gag. Felicia handled it well, bobbing her head while she pumped the bottom half of the cock with her paw. It felt too good letting a student milk Carnelian, she did not want the girl to stop. Eventually, Carnelian might cum, but what she really wanted was to make Felicia explode while suckling on her shaft. She wanted the vixen to always associate sucking the older woman’s dick with cumming.

So Carnelian’s lips parted with those lovely nethers in order to thrust three fingers inside the vixen. Felicia went still at the sudden penetration, moaning shrilly around the shaft after Carnelian curled her fingers downwards into her g-spot. That bundle of pleasure nerves connected to her clit, separated by the thin walls of her cunny. Felicia felt her guts tighten up, close to exploding in an instant, already so on edge from everything. And as Carnelian pumped her fingers, the spring in her core wound tighter and tighter. The tension building as the deer deftly dove her tongue back into those folds, wedging its way into where Felicia’s clit was.

It only took a few solitary licks for Felicia to explode. She practically wailed, nearly choking on her professor’s cock as she squirted—something her boyfriend never got her to do, something Felicia didn’t think she could do. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the surge of pleasure storming through her body, making her cunny clench around those fingers pounding into her spade, working her over. Each shocking pump pouring fresh electricity through Felicia’s guts and nerves, she moaned and squirmed and shuddered, barely able to concentrate on the mast in her maw. She didn’t know pleasure like this existed, didn’t know a tongue slipping and sliding against her clit could feel so good.

Carnelian waited until the worst of the convulsions ended before swapping digits for tongue, letting that worked over, clenching cunny gush into her waiting maw. The sharp tang and salt of her orgasm a pleasure that Carnelian savored, kissing that puffy spade and worming her tongue back into the tight little tunnel. Her student’s sex continued to writhe around the muscle inside it, but not so hard as to push it out, wave after wave of fresh femme cum coated Carnelian’s nose, muzzle, palate, ensuring she would taste and smell her student for hours after this encounter. Just as Carnelian wanted. She would savor the reminder of what she did, of just what taboo she broke down to taste and smell Felicia.

The stunned vixen took only some pressure at the hips to get her to roll over, cock flopping from her panting mouth. “H-holy shit.”

“Mmmm,” Carnelian rolled onto her side and admired the ragged younger woman, “I love seeing you like this.”

“F-fuck,” Felicia whimpered, too exhausted to sit up. “I’ve never… never…”

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more to come,” Carnelian said as she moved around to Felicia’s side. She kissed the girl and added, “Unless you want to stop here, which I’m fine with, otherwise I’m going to fuck you.”

“God, Carnelian—”

“Shhh, call me mistress when we’re in bed like this.”

“Mmmph, mistress, please fuck me.”

Carnelian gave her a quick kiss before stroking Felicia’s cheek. “That’s my good girl.” The older woman moved between Felicia’s legs and spread them. “I want to go slow, savor this and take my time. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Pl-please mistress, I’m yours to use.”

“Hehe, you’re such a good little pupil. You learn so quick just what to do and say.”

“If it’s you, who wouldn’t want to be teacher’s pet?”

Carnelian smirked as she held her shaft in one hand, the other spreading the girl’s spade. “Oh, I have a feeling I won’t need another after I make you mine.”

“I want to be yours, mistress.”

“Of course you do, dear,” Carnelian said as her cockhead caved in that cookie. Felicia huffed, bit her lip and watched same as her professor as that mushroom head finally found purchase, punched inside Felicia’s pussy. Both women moaned as Felicia was spread, her professor’s prick girthy, longer than her ex and almost thick around as his knot. Carnelian grit her teeth and said, “God you’re still this tight?” as those cloying walls wrapped snug as a latex condom round her shaft. The thorough foreplay provided ample lubrication, making it possible for Carnelian to push inch after hot, pulsing inch into that squirming sex. Felicia tossed her head back with a groan, feeling fuller and fuller.

Carnelian waited until she buried half her dick inside Felicia before pumping her hips, that cookie clinging to her shaft, stretching and being pulled along what little it could before Carnelian slid back in with a leisurely rock of the hips, forcing more inches in that soaked sex. Felicia humped upwards, trying to get more, wanting her professor to bottom out. The delectable fullness, the pressure on her walls, Felicia felt the shaft’s pulsing, the way precum oozed inside her. And Carnelian pistoned again, less dick sliding out, stuffing more of girlcock inside Felicia.

She felt her professor bump her cervix. The jab there uncomfortable yet strangely pleasurable as well. She noticed it before she noticed Carnelian’s hips flush to hers. The larger, older woman settling over Felicia, propped on her elbows, chest to chest. Carnelian wrapped a hand around the back of Felicia’s head and asked, “How is this?”

“Y-you’re so big, mistress.”

“Judging by this,” Carnelian ground her hips into the vixen’s, which rubbed her head against Felicia’s cervix. “I’d say I’m a perfect fit.”

She was. Felicia never knew fullness like this. She whimpered, tail swishing on the bed. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“Mmm, I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you, girl,” Carnelian said before she kissed her student again. This time her lips lingered, pressing deep, mouth opening the other and coaxing the vixen’s tongue into her maw. Felicia moaned. Carnelian tasted so much like her, smelled like her pungent sex, too. The stink of it after she squirted filled the whole room. All her pleasure centered before her mistress deigned to use her. Carnelian’s hips gyrated, cock pumping gently through Felicia’s pussy. She couldn’t help but squeeze it, inner walls outlining every vein. That wondrous member just continued to bump and grind inside her, not the furious hard pounding of Carnelian’s fingers, but a languid, easy pace that matched her professor’s kiss.

Carnelian could taste her cock on Felicia. That sweet, fragrant musk touched with salt. The pair of them continued coiling their tongues, lips pressing, searching, trying to extract pleasure from each other. Felicia’s legs hooked around Carnelian’s hips, and she rocked in time with her mistress, working more of that shaft in and out. In and out. Almost hypnotic the way the girth slid out her gaping spade, glistening with their mutual arousal, caving in her labia, squishing down her cookie on each thrust, filling her out over and over again. And each firm press on her cervix became less uncomfortable and more enjoyable. As Felicia got used to it, her cunny clenched more and more.

Pleasure rose like a tide in both women, steady and inevitable. The pair of them still locked at the lips, Carnelian’s head tilted, pressing Felicia’s maw open so her tongue could plumb deep as possible into the younger girl’s maw, almost reaching her throat. Felicia could barely keep up with the older woman, who kept such a steady pace, no matter how much Felicia whimpered and moaned, no matter how hard she tried to hump in time with Carnelian’s thrusting.

Carnelian wanted to overwhelm the girl. Show her a kind of sex she’d been missing her whole life. The sort of sex that would change Felicia’s relationship to physical intimacy. Something that said, This is what you deserve. This pleasure, these peaks and valleys, this landscape that has been denied to you. She wanted Felicia to be addicted to her. She wanted Felicia to always demand this from future partners. Even when fucking her student, Carnelian couldn’t help but think of teaching her at the same time.

And the minutes wore on. In and out Carnelian pumped. Cock a steady saw wearing away Felicia's mind. The longer things went the more numb she became, subsumed in the warm heat of her body. Her cervical floor relaxed, unable to keep squeezing on each pump. Her legs, trembling locked around Carnelian’s hips, faltered and flopped back onto the bed. Her kissing became limp, Carnelian holding her in place, tongue teasing in and out the younger girl’s mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned, feeling the pleasure in her begin to crest when Carnelian finally broke the kiss she held for the past ten minutes.

“Mmmm, you’re doing so good for me, babygirl,” Carnelian cooed.

“Ahn, th-thank you, mistress.”

Carnelian leaned in and whispered directly into Felicia’s ear. “Just think, you’ll get to start feeling this everyday.”

“F-fuck… I can’t…”

“Oh you will, girl, you’re mistress’s pet, remember?”

“Mmmph, yes!”

“Teacher’s pet. Teacher’s slut. I’ll have to get you a key to my office so you can be there in the mornings waiting for me.”

“W-waiting?”

“Oh yes, bent over my desk, tail raised like a needy little pet. Waiting to be filled by my fat cock.”

“Fuck yes, please.”

“I bet you’d be loud enough to let everyone know how much a slut you are for your professor.”

“Yes!” Felicia barked, squirming as she thought about it. That fat cock pounding her from behind, pumping her full till she started to scream. It was too much, the pleasure of being filled, that steady plumbing of her insides. Her sticky spade weeping fluid each time Carnelian pulled out.

Then Carnelian said, “Mistress is about to cum inside you.”

Felicia found the strength to wrap both legs and arms around Carnelian, hugging her tight. “Yes! Please mistress. Cum inside me. Mark me, knock me up.”

“Heh, careful slut, I just might,” Carnelian growled. Suddenly she picked up her pace. A loud plap plap plap filled the room as she drilled into the girl. Felicia’s back arched into the fucking and she let out a long, lurid moan. She came again, cunny undulating and exploding, squirting around the fat shaft plugging her each time it pulled backwards, only to slam back in, bludgeoning Felicia’s whole body with more rapturous pleasure.

All while her tight little walls squeezed and tried to wring out Carnelian’s orgasm. The antler doe was panting, balls drawn tight, cock primed to explode inside the wet, heated body of this younger girl. This student she was about to claim as hers. Fuck, that thought sent Carnelian flying over the edge with a loud bray. She slammed her hips down, felt her dick twitch and pump. Rope after sticky rope of cum flooding into that spade. The pent up doe’s semen spilling out around her twitching shaft, her clenching, pumping balls. Insistent on breeding this bitch in heat even if Carnelian’s swimmers were no longer fertile.

That did not stop Carnelian from grinding her hips, trying to draw out her orgasm as she said, “Fucking going to breed you, bitch. Make everyone wonder why next semester you’re getting bigger and bigger.”

“God mistress, I can feel it, it’s so hot.”

“Take it, like a good little student.”

“Yes, mistress, I want it, please.”

Carnelian silenced her begging with another kiss, both of their orgasms beginning to ebb as they kissed as passionately as they had first started. Making out until the last, slimy globs of semen were wrung from Carnelian’s balls. Till Felicia felt more full than she ever had.

When Carnelian let the girl come up for air, she said, “Mmmm, goddamn that was good.”

“I’ll say, mistress.”

“Hehehe, you don’t have to keep calling me that now, dear.”

“What if I like calling you that?”

“Mmm, just so long as you keep it off campus.”

“But what about your office?”

“Brat. Fine. When I fuck you in my office you can use it.”

“Hehehe, I can’t wait.”

“God girl, I’ve really woke something up in you, huh?”

“I just think I’ve been missing out, not any longer, though, not with you.”

“Good,” Carnelian said and kissed Felicia again. “Because there’s a lot I plan to show you.”