Lab Partners
Lab Parters
Wednesday was lab days. I take the work well, but my week would be better if they weren't at six in the afternoon and ended at eight at night. The biology labs are two stories underground, see. And my dorms lay clear across campus, so I get rather paranoid walking home all by myself. Still, I suppose I'd rather be paranoid than oblivious. Like I said, I take the work well, but for some reason, it was always the little things that I always seemed to have the most trouble on. Like getting to class on time, paying attention, and actually staying awake during lectures. It's especially difficult when the day prior, I all-nighted for a calculus exam I ended up blowing anyway because I fell asleep through half the test period. In this fashion, I do mediocre in school when I could be doing a lot better if I simply tried harder at it. My parents and all my professors say I have potential, and they leave it at that. So do I. Why put in the extra effort, I say. Life is life. If there's one thing I picked up during my bio lecture, it's that species have only continued to thrive by fucking each other, then dying. And then the whole process starts all over again.
It's an extreme case, I'll admit. Personally, I'm not too sure if I agree with half of it myself. Half of it, mind you.
Anyway, it was a fairly new semester, but already we were grouped with permanent lab partners that'll stay with us for the remainder of the term. Actually, everyone took the liberty of partnering up themselves, and naturally, I was left to my lonesome. For a moment, I was back in grade school - until the door swung open, and in bumbled a slate-colored wolf, his backpack, lab report, and data sheets all held together loosely in his arms. He was panting heavily, and the young TA looked over the rim of her glass as her explanation of the lab was interrupted.
"I'm sorry I'm late," the wolf huffed. "I just got switched in."
The TA looked rather put out at the wolf's legit excuse. She couldn't scold him if he was new. So she picked up her clipboard. "Name?"
"Ronnie Elsworth."
The TA scanned over her clipboard, and then her critical eye fell upon the dog again. "I don't see you on the list."
To this, all the papers in the wolf's arms suddenly fell to the floor, and he scrambled to gather them up over the chuckles of the class. "It might have my birthname on there... it's uhh... it's Doogie."
The class's chuckles turned to laughs.
Again, the TA was forced to re-examine her clipboard, and then her finger tapped a spot twice on it. Her put-put countenance returned. "You can have a seat next to Preston, mister Doogie."
"It's Ronnie."
The TA waved him off and continued her briefing.
I've seen Doogie... I mean, Ronnie... before. We shared a couple core classes last semester, but I was a person that just sorta kept to my corner. I saw no need to expand my little bubble of amiability when it was already so comfortable. I didn't suppose he knew who I was too, but anyone could've guessed, since I was the only one sitting next to an empty chair.
Ronnie, as I decided to call him, plopped himself beside me, and adjusted his glasses as he quickly took out a small steno pad and taking notes.
I gave myself - or rather him - a good, solid seven minutes before I finally lost interest and glanced over that what he was writing.
He wasn't writing. He was drawing.
"Nice dragon," I whispered.
Instantly he looked up and closed his notebook. "It's not a... I mean, yes, it is. I mean... thanks."
We blinked at each other, and then resumed to pretending to know whatever the TA was talking about.
Before long, we were allowed to begin and Ronnie set his notepad on the desk to go retrieve a microscope and specimens from the counter. With the way the others coagulated at the front of the room, I figured he might be there a while. So with the slyness of a ninja, I pulled his notebook towards me and flipped through the pages.
There were sparse notes and doodles in the beginning, but it didn't take very long for the drawings to get more serious. Cartooned characters became life-like landscapes and still-lives. And then those turned to nudist figures.
I felt myself grow hot as I turned the pages, there were male and female drawings, and in a pretty diverse range of species too... foxes, wolves, dragons, orcas, and even humans. It wasn't until the poses started getting somewhat sensual did I notice that Ronnie drew a lot more males than females. Sometimes two nude males on the same page. Other times two nude males in the same picture. Either way, I felt a boner coming on. There must've been about two-hundred pages in his notebook; about a hundred twenty of those pages were filled; of those, about seventy-five were nudist figures; of those about fifty were male-themed. And of those, there were only two sex scenes. Those two pages gave the whole notebook value to me, and the drawings were so real, I could've started pawing to them under the table had I not seen Ronnie approaching. Though his view of me was obscured by the large-ass microscope, I instantly closed the notebook and slid it back as the wolf lay down the materials in front of us.
"Okay," he said, setting down a tray containing different colored stains and slides. "I couldn't grab them all at once, so I just got whatever was available."
"That works," I replied plainly.
"The lab manual says to start off observing the organelles in prokaryotic plant cells, then to move on to eukaryotes. We use iodine to identify the ones that contain starch, and then use methylene blue for the -"
"Nucleus. I know, I read the manual."
Ronnie seemed surprised, but we sooner started in an awkward, but mutually-agreeing silence that was only broken to verify each other's answers and the occasional, "Pass the osmium tetroxide." And for those of you who don't know, that's an indicator for a lipid.
It was only a matter of time before I got a feel sleepy again, but I couldn't afford to lay my head down and rest. Despite how we worked, we were still somehow very far behind. Seven-thirty rolled around, and we still had four more procedures to do. I wasn't worried. But Ronnie seemed to be building a sweat. Heheh, it made him look... kinda dashing. Eventually, I had to say something to calm both our nerves.
"So Ronnie... do you draw much?"
"I'm an art major."
"Are you now? What're you doing in biology?"
"I kinda think that being here would... help me, you know?" Ronnie spoke down to his stained epithelial cells. "I thought I was taking macro-organisms, not micro-organisms, hence why I was late. This kind of stuff isn't really what I had in mind. Can you pass the -"
I passed him the osmium tetroxide.
"Thanks. Anyway, what about you? On your way to becoming a doctor?"
"I'm a computer science major."
"Really? What're you doing here?"
"Not a clue."
Ronnie laughed. And his laugh made me laugh.
We were just starting on the eukaryotes when the TA made the announcement to start cleaning up. Ronnie asked me to ask her if we could stay until we finished, and it was more of a surprise to me that she actually allowed us to stay. But if there was so much as a Petri dish out of place, we'd have our tails handed to us. The class was clearing away their tables, and we still had all our stuff out. When the TA said she was leaving as well, I thought perhaps this night could well look up.
There was just one thing to do...
Before long, the class emptied, and as soon as the TA was out of sight, I took up a Petri dish containing a certain culture of cells and dumped it into the sink, quickly washing it away. Casually, I replaced the Petri dish in the cupboard and returned to my place beside Ronnie.
We worked over casual talk, and I was surprised at how much a guy can contradict his outward appearance. Ronnie was smart enough to be a quantum theorist, but instead, he was an art major. He appeared like the kid bullies could take money from, but was actually practicing ju-jitsu. He looked like a Ronnie, but instead, he was a Doogie. And though he seemed as straight as an arrow, he was... well...
"Sperm."
"What?"
Ronnie looked down at the lab manual, his face unreadable and calm. "The lab calls for us to examine sperm cells. We need an active sample to see the flagellum, and then we need to compare its movement to the cilia we saw earlier."
"Ohh..." I forced my ears to pin backwards. "Hang on, I'll get the sample."
I walked over to the counter, and... woe is me! The sperm culture seemed to be gone. My movements became quicker, more frantic as I pretended to search high and low for something that I knew was already gone. Ronnie leaned back in his chair at me.
"What's going on?"
"The sperm culture. I can't find it!"
"What? Are you kidding?" Ronnie got up and helped me in looking, but was sooner left scratching his head. "This is our last procedure of the night, and we can't even finish it!"
"The TA or someone must've taken it," I said lamely. What the hell, who would be dumb enough to steal sperm cells? Maybe I should've thought that one a little more thoroughly.
Ronnie stomped back to our table and sat there growling. I can't say I didn't feel guilty after that. I felt close to telling him the truth, but I bit my tongue and instead treaded over to him. Ronnie yawned and began to rub at his eyes. "I'm about ready to screw it," he said.
My ears perked. "You are?"
"Yeah. It's almost nine and I'm already super tired."
"Oh," I said rather deflatedly. Like the friend I was, I walked behind him and began to rub at his shoulders. "Ever think that you stress too much, Ronnie?"
The wolf didn't seem to mind me. "About what?"
"I dunno," I said flatly. I was sort of hoping he'd be the one to fill in the blanks on that one. And speaking of filling in the blanks, my dick was starting to fill in my pants as I rubbed at his tense muscles.
"Hey, you're kinda good at that," Ronnie said, allowing his hands to drop at his sides and hanging his back at me. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was slightly ajar.
I stifled a chuckle. "That's right, just relax."
I rubbed at Ronnie's shoulders, daring myself to reach as low as his armpits a few times. Ronnie's breathing became slow and soft, and it wasn't until his tender shoulders were as soft as dough did I finally stop. "Uhh... Ronnie?"
The wolf didn't answer. His head was resting on the back of his chair, staring up at me with closed eyes. Instantly, I felt my boner get bigger. Biting nervously at the bottom of my lip, I replaced my hands on his shoulders, giving them a few good squeezes before moving down, over his chest. I could feel his nipples and the ridges of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. I moved my hands back up to Ronnie's shoulders; he still didn't move.
Barely even daring to breathe, I moved my hands down again, down his chest, then stopped just before the rim of his pants. He felt so naturally boyish, for lack of a better word. I wondered how much of a man he actually was. Hoping to find out, I put a hand on his crotch.
Still, Ronnie didn't move. And after a few seconds of rubbing at the space between his legs did a question finally dawn on me; isn't this sort of thing called rape? I could maybe get away with maybe a few more squeezes...
Just a few. I couldn't rape Ronnie, after all; he'd flip me backwards, then stuff me in a flask before placing me on a centrifuge.
I tried to locate the outline of Ronnie's shaft through the fabric of his pants. I lightly clutched a small handle of meat and squeezed.
Ronnie didn't move.
Excitement and horror gushed within me to create adrenaline. I squeezed again, this time slightly harder, and I thought I felt a pulse coming from within.
Ronnie didn't move. One more squeeze. Just one more.
I took Ronnie's handle and then gave a small, but firm jerk.
Instantly, I felt the side of my head slam forcefully into the lab counter. The hand I'd used to do naughty things with was pinned firmly behind my back and a force was keeping my head ground down into the counter. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing!" Ronnie snarled down at me.
"I-I'm sorry!" I cried. Literally, I began to cry. A full-aged college student, crying under the hands of another guy. "I just... just... wanted to feel you, that's all!"
A ripple of pain radiated out from my arm. "You wanted to feel me, huh? Is that what you call it?"
I found it hard to speak. My watery eyes were beginning to stream tears.
"I'm not just another kid to be brushed like that, Preston. I saw you looking through my notebook. And yes, I also saw you throw the culture away too."
"Oh god," I nearly sobbed. "I'm so sorry. Ronnie, man, please let me go! Ow!" I swiveled my eyes to stare up at him pitifully. "I'll do whatever, dude. Just please... d-don't put me on the centrifuge!"
Ronnie cocked his neck back, his brows furrowed. "The centrifuge? What are you talking about? All I ever wanted was to be done with this damn lab!" He lowered his head to speak in my ear. "And I need a sperm sample to do that... but since you threw it away, I'm at a loss of what to do. So tell me, Preston... what should I do?"
A brief thought I had was to tell him to piss off. But another jolt of pain in my arm made me reconsider that option. Instead, I blinked out a few more tears before stuttering, "You can... you can use mine."
"Hmmm." Ronnie thought for a few seconds. Just when I thought my arm was going to pop off, he let me go, and I lay gasping into my lab report. "Get cracking then, foxtrot."
Without wasting time, I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants. I was still hard from massaging him, and then feeling his firm grasp on my head did nothing to settle my excitement either. As Ronnie rummaged around his backpack, I was just about to flip my boxers off when the wolf uttered, "Slower. The build-up is what makes for a healthy ejaculation."
What the fuck?
He took up his notebook and flipped to an open page. "You don't mind if I... make a few sketches of you... do you? I need a few more models to put in my portfolio."
As though he didn't have enough already, but I didn't think to argue. So I shook my head. Actually, I was a little flattered by this, but I tried not to show it.
"Good, now take off your shirt and get on one of the tables. Kneel, then put an arm up and around your head while you use to other to stroke your body with."
Obediently, I lumbered atop one of the tables and lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it behind me. In nothing but my boxers, I lifted a hand to wrap around the back of my neck while the other played across my chest. I felt incredibly out of place. Though somewhat awkward, I won't lie by saying this didn't turn me on; me, posing for Ronnie to take down in his little sketchbook.
My fingers pinched and flicked across my nipple, and though I was a little angry-slash-scared at him, I though it was pretty amazing how he could keep his eyes focused on me the whole time he was drawing. Only sparsely did he look down, and never did he erase. Twice, did he have to reposition himself, though whether to get a better angle or to better house that growing bulge between his legs was only my guess.
After a couple minutes, however, Ronnie's breathing began to get deeper. "Now, um... put your hand down your boxers. Keep your other hand up. That's it."
I obeyed, slipping the hand over my chest down beneath the rim of my boxers. I felt my exposed parts, all warm and drippy. Grabbing my own balls sent a wave of ecstasy zipping up my spine, and my tongue lolled out of my mouth as I began to pant.
Still keeping his eyes fixed on me, Ronnie sketched for a couple more minutes before his pencil strokes became slower and less correlated. He was staring at me and I at him. Though I was the one in the awkward situation, I could tell he was the one feeling the heat then. Enjoying some small measure of power over him, I thought to rub this in his face by turning my head off to the side and licking my armpits while keeping an eye on him. Ronnie couldn't resist this for long, as he grabbed a lump in his pants and repositioned it around.
I thought I had him before he turned to another page in his notebook and ordered me to lay down flat on the table. I was more motivated by what may happen to be if I didn't obey, so once more, I did as I was told. I lay down with my belly flat against the cold surface of the table.
"Put your arms up and rest the side of your head on them."
I did, and behind me, I heard the shuffling of paper as Ronnie prepared to sketch my position. I thought that I might've been here for a while before quite suddenly, I felt the edge of my boxers begin to peel off from my body. Startled, I looked back to see Ronnie standing beside the table, using both hands to delicately peel back my boxers, running the across and over my rear before sliding them down the length of my legs. His notebook and pencil were on the floor.
"What're you -"
Ronnie looked at me. I shut up.
"You've got a nice form," he finally said to my rear.
How exactly was I supposed to reply to that? There are cases where saying nothing is really the best thing to say; especially when Ronnie himself climbed over the table and kneeled over my legs to unzip his fly. From out of his pants fell an impressive member, six inches of pink malehood I was powerless to keep my eyes off of.
He kicked his pants off, and I found he didn't wear any underwear. Gosh, that was incredibly hot. After giving his dick a few good strokes, he looked over at me. "Is this what you were looking for?"
I licked the sides of my muzzle.
"Face forward."
With an effort, I turned my head. Feeling Ronnie's cock rub against the base of my tail was like kissing someone in the dark. There's that whole mystery factor that really does make it seem so much more intimate. Fortunately for me, I couldn't even tell if this was what I really wanted, or if I'd gotten more than what I'd bargained for and now I was the one getting raped.
Ronnie's movements were slow and sensual. I felt my cock leaking pre as he humped me for a bit, pressing his thighs against my back as he allowed that rock-hard member to prod around my puckering hole. I thought I'd die.
My heavy breathing became moans as Ronnie leaned over me, his hips high in the air and cock arrowed straight down at my tailhole. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Oh man," I gasped out from under him. "Please don't -"
He dropped his hips on me, and my claws scored deep scratches into the table as I yelped out in surprise. Having that cock stuck in me was like being struck by lightning with the semi-assurance that you'll survive. It hurt like hell, but once immediately after, you look back and wonder how much more of it you can take. And so you gamble walking around with a metal rod in your hand, the anticipation of another strike becomes the basis of your excitement. And speaking of rods, Ronnie pulled out of me, leaving me gasping into the table.
"How'd that feel?"
"Ronnie," I started, but couldn't finish. Technically it wasn't rape if I asked for more. Though I only dumped the sperm cells to leech off his other answers in the lab, this sudden twist of events was unexpected... but certainly not unwelcome.
Again, Ronnie pushed into me. A little slower this time, and I grited my teeth, uttering a low growl as my throbbing rim molded to accommodate his pulsating member. I felt his breath ruffle the fur on the back of my neck as he fit himself in, wriggling a bit, so our thighs ground against one another. The penetration before this one was quick, but I didn't suspect Ronnie inserted his full erection into me; this time, however, was slower and deeper. A whimper escaped me as Ronnie boned me to the hilt of his knot. And then he sort of held himself in there for a minute.
I can't say it didn't feel weird... the two of us alone in the bio lab, mating with each other. And us alone in complete silence save for the heavy pant in our breaths... his cock suspended within my warm bowels. He rest his head on my back, and for a few seconds, I genuinely thought he had fallen asleep again.
And then, as if a new day had dawned on him, he lifted himself off of me and placed both his hands on my hips. Pulling my ass to his cock, then pushing me out, then pulling in, then pushing out.
And pulling. And pushing. And pulling. And pushing.
If you were to drop a ball on the ground, the sound if it bouncing on the floor would initially create a large bounce at first. One large, bounce followed by a brief hiatus during which, it's suspended in the air again. But as it continues bouncing, getting lower and lower to the floor, the airtime becomes shorter, and the sounds become more and more frequent. Such was the rhythm of Ronnie's pushings and pullings. He'd bone me one large time, wait a few seconds, then bone again, then again... and again... and again. It was an eccentric pattern, I admit, but hey, it was different than many of the clips I had saved on my laptop. To be honest, the aspect of something new and unique was kinda appealing to me. I mean, I'd know by the way my cock was oozing out trails of pre onto the lab table.
But either this didn't satisfy Ronnie, or he'd grown bored of our position, so he told me to lay on my side. The table was cold on my body, but the warmth of Ronnie's as he got behind me was surprisingly comforting. He lifted up one of my legs and once again positioned that beautifully pink cock at my entrance, lightly poking his head into my rim. I moaned.
"I like you, Preston... but you should really learn to ask for something instead of just taking it."
I too a deep breath, his teasing cock sending wave after wave of ecstasy up my spine. He kept this up, which led me to the impression that he was expecting something of me. "Erm... fuck me?"
Ronnie's cock stopped.
"...please?"
The wolf chuckled as he wriggled his way inside me once more, pumping rhythmically this time. And faster. Lolling my tongue up in the air, I was just about to grab my own cock before he slapped my hand away and uptook the job himself.
The guy was a natural fucker. I found myself drooling on the table as he literally made me powerless to stop the onslaught of cockstabs. Not that I would've wanted to. There was a comfort to the way he immobilized me, my body nearly stunned by the way his member pierced powerfully my sore tailhole. Our breathing became deep as the animal in each of us took over. Pumping his hips into my back, I managed to elicit a growl from him as I squeezed my ass muscles on his cock. In return, he held himself in me and buried his muzzle into my neck as he tried to fit that round knot inside me as well. I felt ready to burst. And when my anal cavity became a full house, we both breathed out a huge sigh of accomplishness.
I smelled his male scent permeate into my fur as he made small licks and nips at my neck. With a wet pop, he withdrew from me, then broke inside me again, driving that massive dick of his all the way down, mashing our hips together. He thrust in me again and again until I could feel his knot literally swell with aniticipation of what was to come.
I felt over the edge here. I was mere second from releasing my sperm when he did it first. We were alone, and two stories underground. So Ronnie lifted his head, squeezed my hips until they hurt, and howled lustfully as a warm gush of wolf essence flooded my interior. I felt my fur raise on end as I felt his cum seep into my innards, coating the walls of my anal cavity, and dripping out of me. Ronnie's cock continued to hammer inside me, and the sound of his slick dick schlup-schluping inside me made me climax. Straight into his jerking hand, I came. The first spurt shooting clear over the desk somewhere. He was quick to cup my head as I was unable to control the ropes of cum that followed. I felt extremely embarrassed, however, by the fact that when I did, I could only whimper pathetically.
This made Ronnie laugh as he finished his orgasm, popping his knot out of me one last time as I lay gasping once more into the table. Shifting out from under me, I could see his hand cupping my semen. But instead of transferring it to a microscope slide, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked them clean.
I was much too tired to ask why, but I the question was implied by the way I looked up at him. "I'll just leech the answers off someone," he said into my ear. The sound of his voice made me feel all warm again. And then he began wiping his cock on my backside, helping me back up. I sat sitting naked and cum-soaked on the table. He stood in front of me, his bare body between my legs. "I think I'll stay in this class. What do you say, Preston? Lab partners?"
He stroked the back of my head, and I felt all jittery again by his soft touch. Tender and caring, but insidiously capable of flipping a person on their back and stuffing them into a centrifuge. To hell with the lab.
"Partners," I said with a light smile.