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DAY 1

Monday morning rolled around, and Wolfgang double checked his backpack. Clothes, toiletries, fur grooming kit, phone and charger, and assorted other things that were on the packing list he'd been given. Meals, sleeping arrangements, and most other things were going to be provided in-house. He lingered in the lobby for a little bit, then blinked when a stranger came up next to him.

The panda was small, no more than five and a half feet to Wolfgang's seven, and wiry, slender. Probably male. It was kind of hard to tell under the vibrant red panda fluff. "You here for the training too?" Wolfgang inquired.

"Yeah. Most thorough pre-employment screening I've ever seen. Paid training is nice, though. I guess we'll have to see how it goes."

"How'd you hear about this? I didn't think we advertised for this particular job."

"Got that right. A friend of a friend, that kind of thing. My ex-boyfriend is friends with Janice, who suggested I apply here. And... well, you know. You already work here?"

"Yeah, in catering. Transferring departments is usual easier than this, in most companies. Or so I suspect."

"You're probably not wrong." The panda stuck out a hand, the other still holding on to a small suit case. "Jack."

"Wolfgang," he replied, and took the hand briefly. "Yeah I know, it's silly, but it's my name."

Right about then, the other two joined them: a smilodon femme almost as big as Wolfgang, who could have been Jane's big sister, and a five foot nothing human woman with an ample bust and hips. Lots of plush, on her. The four of them got into the elevator, and Wolfgang punched the button for the eighteenth floor.

One mutually awkward and quiet ride later, the doors opened. Wolfgang hadn't been here before, and was surprised by how bland and boring the foyer looked. He'd imagined something more worrying than off-white walls, wood-panel doors and carpet-colored carpet. His attention shifted from what looked like the foyer of an office to the woman coming in through the center-most door.

She was very small, even shorter than the human student, with a fall of copper curls for hair, and gray fur, short and fine, over her mousey body. Very lightly curved, it wouldn't be hard to mistake her for a child, from the back. Wouldn't happen from the front, there was enough swell to her chest to make things obvious, but that was it. She was dressed in a comfortable-looking knee length dress and blouse, both the same gray as her fur. He'd seen her previously, at one of the company functions, but never been introduced. Didn't matter, though, there was only one person this could be.

Confirmed, a breath later, by her introduction. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Alice Finch, but for the next eight weeks, and quite likely forever after that, you will address me as Madame Finch. Ma'am is acceptable, but no other titles or honorifics will be tolerated. Understood?" There were a couple nods, and a 'yep, got it' from Jack, all of which were met with a questioning lift of brow.

"Perhaps I was not clear. The correct answers to yes or no questions consist of "yes Ma'am" or "no ma'am". Let's try that again. Understood?"

This time the response was a quartet of "Yes ma'am." and she nodded.

"Better. Come along then, we'll go through orientation and get you settled into your quarters for training." With that she turned and opened the door again, walking briskly down the hallway. There might have been need for some hurry following her, but her short stature meant that even a hurry from her wasn't much more than walking pace for Wolfgang or the smilodon.

She led the way down a corridor, the same bland beige carpet and generic, off-white painted walls, into a small classroom. An office desk at the front, four chairs at four small tables, and a smart board against one wall. She perched on a corner of the desk, then directed, "place your things against the wall, and take seats. We've got a lot to go over, and better things to do than dwell on it. However, all of this is important. So let's get it done, and get on to making things work."

The following few hours weren't mind numbing, but it was a case of information overload. The gist of the orientation was that, between paying the students, and paying their teachers to teach, the company was putting eight people on payroll for two months, during which they would be earning the company little to nothing. They were accepting this because, as Madame Finch put it, while the bulk of the company's business was more mundane and straightforward, the bulk of the company's income came from these specialized services, and there was a far higher demand than supply.

Adding four more well trained assistants to the roster would be well worth the two month period where those instructors would be taking a limited amount of contracts. There were no names given to the instructors just yet, but Wolfgang could guess that he'd met at least some of them in the six months he'd been with the company. Probably not all, there were a lot of people employed by Kuroko's Finest, but at least a few.

"The course is laid out very simply. The first week is all basic information. You'll be spending a lot of your time in this room, learning everything from anatomy to physiology to psychology. We're in the business of pleasure and relaxation, and it is very helpful to know how those things work. We'll also be gauging your aptitude in several skills. The following two weeks will be hands on application of those theories, and developing your skills, as well as adding new ones. Expect to be having a lot of sex, folks, but you'll probably enjoy it less than you're used to, since you'll have to be aware of what you're doing, and focused on your partner.

"That brings us to week four, where you'll split into two pairs. Half of you will be learning the dominant and top part, and the other half submissive and bottom. After two weeks of that, you'll switch. A further two weeks will bring us to the final week of training. Make or break time, ladies and gentlemen. There will be a series of exams, both oral and practical, ending with a supervised client contract for each of you.

"This course is pass/fail. If you fail any part of it, or refuse to participate in any part of it, you will fail, and your eligibility to join this department will be revoked permanently. For some of you, that may result in termination from the company, others simply go back to another department. Even for those of you who are new to the company, you may be given the option to join another department, if your skills suit. However! Keep in mind that failing at a task is not the same thing as failing the assignment. No one masters anything on their first try, and we're not taking the several years I'd like to, to fully train you. A lot of your time after hiring is going to be spent learning new things and practicing new technique. We're just getting you to a base level of understanding and comprehension from which to learn those things.

There were questions, but most of them she declined to answer, with a variation on "you will see when we get to that section of the course." One about time was answered up front, though. "You're not going to have a lot of personal time, and any time outside of this floor will be supervised by myself or one of the other instructors. Expect to be either in classroom or doing practical work for twelve to fourteen hours a day, every day. Sundays will be a little lighter, you need some down time, but you're going to be worked hard. Don't worry, your paychecks will reflect that."

That ended the flow of information, and the four of them were escorted to quarters. It was a single room, possibly a former corner office, with two sets of bunks, and four wall lockers. A single bathroom, including a shower big enough for four, and two walls of floor to ceiling windows. There was also a locked supply closet, on the same wall as the bathroom entrance.

Madame Finch glanced at her watch, then nodded. "We're a bit ahead of schedule, you've got forty minutes before lunch. Put your things away neatly, and get to know each other. That's not a euphemism, don't start fucking each other right now. We expect some of that to happen later on, you ladies and gentlemen will need to blow off steam, and practice what you've learned, but there isn't time for you to do it well, right now. And while we won't discourage you from doing it, we will discourage you from doing it badly."

With that, the mouse turned and left the room. There was a brief flurry of activity as bunks were claimed, lockers filled, and the bathroom investigated. Then nothing much to do but sit on their respective bunks and chat nervously.

Names were exchanged, with Jack and Wolfgang sitting across from Laura, the smilodon, and Eve. There was lots of awkward quiet, aside from those introductions. For some reason, the frank acknowledgement that the next eight weeks were going to involve a ton of sex, and probably with each other, was enough to make strangers acutely uncomfortable.

Forty minutes passed, during which phones were checked, emails replied to, one cute kitten picture shared, and not much else. When the door opened, it wasn't the expected Madame Finch, but Janice.

"Hi Wolfgang! Hi Laura! Hi folks! Don't worry, I'll get to know you all better, really quick, but for now, join me for lunch, come on!" Janice's usual energy level was in evidence, the doberman's tail a wiggly stub as she led the way down a corridor, and into a moderately spacious room. While it was currently set up for dining, there were various pieces of equipment along the walls, ranging from exercise equipment in various flavors to large mirrors and camera equipment. And other things that he didn't recognize at all, but had no doubt would be explained and used.

The table was just a simple picnic table kind of thing, benches on either side of a table top, and food already laid out on it. With place settings and name cards, even. He wound up next to Eve, across from Jack, with a covered plate in front of him. Janice just grinned. "Dig in, folks, I'll talk while you eat."

Wolfgang's plate turned out to be one of Catherine's burgers, a king-sized lunch by itself, and a bunch of hot, salty fries. Which he was more than happy to wolf down, since stereotypes were often based in fact. Everyone else had something similar, a meal tailored to their species. Eve had another, somewhat smaller, burger, while Laura had a plate of... meat. Not raw, but all meat. Chicken, it looked like, mostly, with bacon and possibly some ham. There was a lot of it. Jack had salad and fruit, but it was Catherine's dolled up food, so nothing so plain as just lettuce and croutons. It looked like real food, even to a meat-heavy omnivore like Wolfgang.

While they munched, Janice talked. "So, as some of you guessed, I'm one of the instructors here. Most of what you'll be going over with me is physical and sexual, pleasure and relaxation. We're going to head back to that classroom to start it once you're finished, but no hurry. I'm not going anywhere, really."

She grinned, thumbs tucked into the pockets of her jeans, curvy figure straining the bright orange tank top. Matched her spiky, orange-tipped brown hair, too. "One thing we're going to go over first is a huge and exhaustive questionnaire. Seriously, this thing would be like, 800 pages, if we printed it on paper. It's all electronic, though. It'll still take you forever. It's all about your knowledge, background, history, experience. There's no right or wrong answers. Except lies, those are automatically wrong, and will count as failing the course, right off. Please don't, the questions are there so we can know where you need more experience, and where we can expect good performance. Also so we know your preferences and limits."

"We already know Wolfgang likes girls, though his discretion and timing need work. And I happen to know Jack here has bottomed for a pretty damn big guy. All important things. And so many, many more, before we're done with you."

Wolfgang glanced at the panda, who's ears were trying to turn the same color as his fur. They got even closer to it when he noticed the wolf looking.

"One thing we're not going to tolerate, not even a tiny little bit, is bullying, coercion, or general dickery. Teasing is fine, but only a little bit, and we're not going to put up with anyone being a jerk if asked to stop. Instant auto-fail, grounds for immediate termination, no appeals, no discussion. Oh, also, if you glossed over your screening paperwork, there's a LOT of cameras on this floor. Get used to the knowledge that you're being watched. Only instructors have access, though, we're not streaming your shower time to the world. Closed system, no outside access. Don't worry, we're the only ones going to violate you! Or your privacy."

That was a little ominous, and Laura seemed distinctly unamused by the notion of cameras. Still, it had been on the paperwork, a whole page of it, in fact, detailing who had access, and describing the system's safety against outside access. Namely that it was all on this floor, relied completely on wired cameras and hardware, and was not connected to the company intranet or the internet, in any way. For someone to watch the video, they had to be in the building, on the floor, and very few people had that access.

Which didn't mean that none of the instructors would enjoy the footage, but if he'd understood correctly, the instructors were all going to get hands on time, anyway.

"Well! You've all finished eating, let's get started on the most boring six hours of your life!"

It wasn't quite the most boring six hours Wolfgang could remember, but it really was six hours. By the time they were done filling out the questionnaire, there was data on every sexual fantasy, act, or curiosity they'd ever had flit across their mind, as well as a complete history on sex partners, what was done, what they had enjoyed. Everything.

When all of that was over, it was time for dinner. More of Catherine's amazing cooking, and at least the conversation was less tentative.

"God, them questions," Laura drawled. Wherever she'd come from, it sounded like the back woods of Kentucky. Wolfgang rather like it, the aural equivalent of a good bourbon, smooth and smoky. It suited the big cat, too, softened the possible edge that her size and powerful build might bring in. "Ah don't think Ah've told anyone all a'that before. Surely not all at once. Don't think Ah'll stop blushin 'fore mornin', either. I ain't thought about some a'that in years. Some good memories."

"Oh? How good?" Jack was quick with the question, then followed it with a mouthful of soup.

"Real good. Ah hope you ain't expectin' stories, buster, 'cause Ah don't kiss an' tell." The sounds of good natured disappointment from around the table got another blush and grin. Janice interjected, after the laughs had died down.

"That's a good thing. Our clients are often admitting or indulging in things that they might not otherwise make public. Sure, some are notoriously up front, like Sofia Guthrie, but the default is that you keep customer secrets. You tell no one, but if you have to tell someone, it's either the boss, or Madame Finch. After that, any decision on what's done with information is way past your pay grade."

That added bit of information didn't really dampen anyone's mood, though Wolfgang was certain that it was going to be a subject to think on, later.

Eve was quiet, and he wasn't sure if that was nervousness, a sense of isolation at being the lone human at the table, or something else. She'd been reserved all day, answering questions if asked, but not volunteering, and not participating in the group's banter. She caught Wolfgang's speculative glance, and turned away, back to her food.

"Well," Jack piped up, "I'm not going to try and keep mum about some of the stuff on that questionnaire. Have you ever been choked during sex? I guess people really do that, but... man, never even thought about it. Like, what's the attraction?" He turned to Janice, who met his gaze, then turned to Laura.

"How about it, Laura? You want to tackle that one?"

The sabertooth returned Janice's gaze for a moment, then shrugged. "Two sides to it. Like most acts, there's the one doin', and the one it's bein' done to. If Ah'm chokin' a lover, it's 'cause Ah wanna make 'em feel everythin' more intense. Ah wanna feel 'em struggle, fight, feel 'em fear what they know won't happen. They trust me not to go too far, an' that's a trust Ah have to respect and honor. On t'other hand, if Ah'm bein' choked... man, Ah cannot describe how it feels to ya. There's panic an fear, but you mix in them lovely euphoric bits from good sex? Turns it all into a big ol' mixed up mess that's ten times better'n just sex alone."

Jack was fascinated. To be fair, so was Wolfgang, and even Eve seemed to have been drawn from her shell, to engage with the description. Janice, of course, was simply amused. "Now, with our kitty's apt description comes an addendum. It doesn't work, or work the same, for everyone. You won't feel it the same way she does. Nor will clients feel it the same way you do. We're not going to make you mind readers, or anything, but we're gonna give you the tools and skills to do a damned good impersonation."

Dinner cleared up with a scatter of conversations. It was still light out, May was being nice this year, few clouds and plenty of sunshine. "So... now what?" Wolfgang asked Janice, after the dishes were dealt with and the table moved back against one wall, all folded up.

"Well, on the curriculum this slot is labelled I for improvise. But I talked with a few of the oth- ah. Here they are."

Three more people all filed into the room. Wolfgang recognized Icon, the diminutive, brightly colored fox, but the other two were new faces. He was sure, vaguely, that he'd seen them around, but had never said hello, or gotten names to go with the faces. From the expressions on the rest of the students, they didn't know anyone, either.

Aside from Janice and Icon, there was a human. Male, with graying hair and a salt and pepper mustache. Glasses were purely an affectation at this point, a matter of choice and accessorizing instead of required for sight. Or, he thought after a moment, a handy lens for a data screen that no one else could see clearly. A bit thick in the middle, but age tended to do that to most people. If anything, he looked like a vaguely pleasant college professor, complete with slacks, tie, and vest.

But he was almost an afterthought, compared to what followed him in.

Part of the anthropomorph genetics, as artificially designed as they were, was always a bit of random chance. Yes, parents put their genes in, and a geneticist did the necessary matching to ensure that the offspring was going to be healthy and viable. And sometimes, things still went a little haywire. Clearly so, in this case. The tiger had to stoop through the doorway, a truly massive creature. Wolfgang was tall and heavily built (hunky, Janice called it) but this feline- female, he noticed, surprised- was big enough to make him look normal sized. And shaggy, with great big paws, thick, lovely fur, fangs at least as big as Laura's but in a mouth more suited to them. She wasn't wearing much, but her fur provided enough natural modesty to render clothing both unnecessary and probably uncomfortable. She had an assortment of jewelry, though, rings, cuffs and chains on her ears, bangles on wrist and ankle, and a belt of interlocked plates, alternating silver and gold, that supported a fall of layered silk serving as a skirt.

"Class, meet some of the other instructors. Icon," the fox took a bow, his neatly tailored slacks and vest letting him act just like he was on stage. "Richard," the grinning man nodded. "And Alessia." The mountain of white-striped, golden fur and jeweled metal rumbled and grinned. The voice that replied from it was surprisingly delicate, not as drawling as Laura's but just as smooth. Italian accent, too.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she rumbled, "and I look forward to teaching you over the next two months. And yes, Wolfgang, you have seen me around. I see that confused look, how could you miss me? Think back to the New Year's party."

Wolfgang's brow furrowed as he thought back to the party. It wasn't all clear, for reasons mostly involving the word 'proof' but he recalled... "I thought that was a rug or some sort of weird couch! Uh... sorry?" Because the mountain of fur that he remembered seeing Madame Finch using as a throne hadn't seemed to move at all, all night.

The answering smile was pretty fangy, but still pretty gentle, despite that. And pretty, as well. "I'll thank you for the comment on my ability to hold still, and kindly ask that you never refer to me as a that, it, or thing again." The exchange prompted a bit of confusion- okay, a lot of confusion- from the others, and Janice couldn't help but grin.

"I think they need a demonstration to get the hint, sweet thing." The tigress nodded, then laid down on the ground, on her right side. Her right leg came forward some, knee tucked up against her chest, and her right arm curled a pillow under her head. Janice settled in on that right knee of hers, leaned back into all that lush belly fur. And aside from a very faint rise and fall of breath, Alessia simply stopped moving.

"Alessia is quite possibly the most graceful submissive we've ever had, and it's a treat to play along with her. A note. She's got the kind of strength that no bondage gear manufacturer ever plans for, and regular sized cuffs and stuff don't cut the mustard. Domming her is an exercise of will more than anything. And it only happens because she lets it happen. Which is exactly what she's here to help teach. You'll see a lot of her in weeks four through seven. Some before that, though. She's one of Madame's favorites. Very good for demonstration purposes."

Janice paused to lean her head over, said something soft and quiet to her seat, then stood up. Behind her, the tigress seemed to come to life, but didn't get up, just rose to sitting, left foot on the floor and left elbow on her knee, relaxed as can be, looking like a tribal princess. "Now! My fellow instructors! Pick your pupils!"

There wasn't any discussion. To all appearances the decisions had been made well ahead of time. Richard took Jack off into another room, And Janice took Eve. Icon took Laura's hand and went to one end of the room, which left Wolfgang looking up at the risen Alessia. He was not used to looking up at people. He couldn't recall having had to do it even one time since he was fifteen. "So, uh. What... are we doing?"

Her answer was neither informative nor comforting. "Keeping you students occupied between dinner and lights out, of course. Come with me." And she walked off, without waiting to see if he would follow. He did, of course, choosing to fail on the first day was a terrible choice. He was a bit surprised that the only sound she made was hushed thuds from her feet, and a faint metallic jingle of jewelry and bangles.

They had only seen three rooms and two hallways since getting off the elevator, and Alessia was changing that, for him. The room she led him into was largely empty, one wall windowed, but the others bare aside from the door. "This is one of the rooms we use for scenarios. There's a bunch of props and furniture in storage just down the hall, and we set this place up as any number of things. You'll be back here several times, learning how some pieces of equipment work, possibly supervised time with a client. For now, though... questions?"

Wolfgang's mental chorus had been chanting "death by snu-snu" at him since she'd closed the door to this room. "Lots of those," he finally admitted. "But the one that keeps rolling around in my head is how on earth are you a sub?"

"I kind of guessed that much," she lilted. "Like Janice said, it's a... mental exercise. I had to start being careful with people and things around... eight years old. I started outgrowing my peers pretty quickly, and you can't accidentally hurt someone more than once without it leaving marks on you. I got... really self-conscious for a while there. So accept that I've spent my whole life having to restrain myself, exercise self-control. Can you see how it may be attractive to me, to let someone else take control instead?"

Wolfgang kept quiet while he puzzled over this new information. And it was new, this was a... call it philosophy, a new way of looking at the thing that he hadn't encountered before. "You paired with me because I'm the big strong one out of the students, and the way you do this is going to apply best to me?"

Alessia nodded. "That, and Janice is right, you have a cute butt. I learned how to play both sides, as you all will learn, so I can top as well. Which is why, right now, I'm wondering what that cute butt would look like spread on a strap-on." She peered at him, watching closely. Grass green eyes, the part of him not sweating that mentioned act noted, and luminous in the dimming light. They hadn't turned on the lights when they came in, and the sun was going down.

Finally, he worked past the worried shock, and answered, "I don't know, and I don't think I'm keen to find out, ma'am."

"Well, it'd be awfully hard for you to see. Is that answer because you don't like anal? Or because you're worried about the size of toy I'd be wearing? I do have ones that are small enough to be okay, even if they look a little silly on me."

"I haven't tried before and yes, yes the size of what'd be proportional on you is a fairly scary idea. Was that a carefully phrased 'let's do this to pass the time' or just idle speculation?"

"Good catch, wolf. I'll leave that for your sub and bottom courses. Actually wondering how well you can top. We've got a few hours. Game to find out?" The question was conversational, calm, but it worried Wolfgang quite a bit. Exciting idea, too; the tigress was attractive, in an Amazonian, could-probably-break-him kind of way.

"I... don't think so. I know almost nothing about you aside from you're huge, beautiful, and like to be furniture. And you make a pretty impressive throne for just about anyone. If I understood some of the talking today, one thing we always do before going into a scene or fantasy with a client is learn about them so we know what we're getting into and can form a plan. It'd be pretty dumb of me to ignore that and just jump in expecting things to turn out alright."

"Mmm. Good answer, though not the one I'd hoped for. I guess that leaves me taking charge in not so in-depth ways." One huge paw reached over, and grabbed the back of his neck. "It's been a while since I had a canine, and a while since anyone ate me out. You're gonna fix those things, aren't you?"

Since Wolfgang's head was suddenly trapped in lush fur between two surprisingly small (for her size, anyway) breasts his reply was muffled, and surprised. But positive, and after he nodded he felt a hand undoing the button for his tail strap. She didn't really let go of his head after that, either, keeping him snugged up between her tits, while her free hand slid around to his belly, into the waistband of his now looser jeans, and down to cup over his briefs. "Oh yeah. Big enough to be enjoyable, I think. Wonder how long I can make you last? We'll find out."

He pushed thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, and shoved them down off his hips. They could handle falling off pretty well, after that. Which left him in nothing but t-shirt and briefs for a moment, and the front of those briefs were lost in the kneading, groping hand. It was working, too, he could feel himself spilling from his sheath, firming up against her palm.

That chanting in the back of his mind was back, and he shoved it down with as much certainty as he could manage that she wasn't going to break him on his first day of training. That this was some kind of test was simply a given, and he intended to pass. If that meant making love to a beautiful, powerful giantess, well, it was a sacrifice he was (very) willing to make.

He was fully hard now, rising out of the waistband of his briefs, and Alessia finally took a little bit of slack, moved back just a bit to look down. "Mm. Not bad. That vixen got a good pounding, I bet? Very satisfied?"

"No complaints. If Jane hadn't, uh... interrupted us, I guess, there'd have been a round two. And possibly more. I certainly had a damn good time, and it felt and sounded like she did." Wolfgang was starting to get a better sense of scale, this close to her. It was all the fluff making it hard to get a feel for her. She was only a head taller than him, so it wasn't going to be some hotdog-down-a-hallway fit most likely. She was just... stronger than him, which was disconcerting. Being manhandled was a thing he did for his partners, not got done to him, usually.

There was a mental shrug, and he decided to try it anyway, despite the size difference being against him, this time. He took a hand on the wrist below, the hand cupping his thick shaft, pulling it up and to the side. The other hand went to her shoulder, and he pushed. All done quickly, forcefully. Caught her by surprise, and the push and the momentum he added to it were enough to put her back to the wall with a solid thud. No time to let her get balance back, to push back, and his shorter height put him at advantage for the moment, letting him get his jaws up under her chin to bite there.

It wasn't built in to anyone, not genetic, not instinct. However good science might be, it didn't have that kind of fine control. But something primal always says 'give in' when there's sharp fangs at the throat. Given that, as far as he could tell, Alessia wanted to give in, there was a strong chance that this would actually work.

There was a single, breathless moment as she started to struggle, reflexively pushing back, until she registered those fangs at her throat. And then she sagged back, resistance ceasing. But he was already going, there wasn't a lot of thinking and planning left. This wasn't an attempt to top or dominate, not consciously. He just didn't want to get pushed around, regardless of size.

After a moment to confirm her capitulation, he remembered what she'd wanted, in the first place, and bit again, lower. Nibbles through the fur on her breasts, and those, those got a throaty little moan from her. Well, he was making progress. And god, this was arousing for him. Intensely so, not that he had any reason to ignore that, for once. Someone who could handle him using his full strength was going to be... interesting.

He put both hands on her hips and kept those bites and nips and kisses going down. He wasn't really sure how much she was getting through all that thick fur, but she was responding. He could feel her hips pushing against his hands as he sank down, getting down on his knees and nudging that skirt up and aside with his muzzle. There was a moment of surprise when his nose and tongue found a complete absence of fur on her mound, and that pause got a chuckle. "So much easier to really, really get into a good licking if I can feel it all nice and close, not through that layer of interference. Get to it wolfy, you got down there. Show me how good you are."

He couldn't really ignore the invitation, request, command... whatever it was going to be called, he was already down there, already interested. She spread legs a little, then straightened one and lifted the other, putting her foot on his shoulder. Not a lot of weight, but it opened her up pretty well under that filmy silk.

She tasted damn good, but Wolfgang thought that about women in general, regardless of species or size. The bare pussy was a nice change, very easy to kiss and lick, nuzzle up to and shove his tongue in between. And she responded strongly, both hands on his head, not shoving or pulling right now, but holding, steadying herself. He got a hand into things, one cupping her fluffy ass, the other joining his tongue, two fingers sliding up inside her so his tongue could concentrate on working over her mound, and especially paying homage to her button. Which she seemed to really, really enjoy, if her progressively louder moans and yowling were any indication.

Wolfgang wasn't really sure what his plan was, but down here was the best chance he was going to get to actually come up with one. Not a good idea to put his cunnilingus entirely on autopilot, but he could at least divert some thought to answer the important question of 'okay. what next?' Not a trivial question, either, given that he was almost certain this was the first test of the training period. What was being tested, he didn't know, but there was no coincidence that everyone had paired off with an instructor. Better to give it his all, then.

He felt her tighten around his fingers briefly, and he focused again, sliding a third in when she relaxed, working her open. Foreplay was essential and he damn well knew it. She might not get off from it alone, or she might, but there was no way he was going to just hop on her and hump away. Did that a few times when he was younger, and his partner had been vocally unsatisfied with his effort. He might be a wolf, but it didn't much matter, he was still a dog, and the whole 'praise-driven' mechanic was just about as strong in anthros as in animals.

Still, he'd learned from those experiences, and... this was fun. Not the same kind of fun as getting his dick wet, but certainly fun. Especially when they responded as vocally as Alessia was. He felt fingers tightening around his ears, felt her tightening in little shudders around his fingers, and heard her breath quicken. He just had a moment to realize what was about to happen, then she pulled him hard against her, smushing his muzzle against her cunt and spasming hard. It lasted for a long moment before she relaxed, shuddering and giving a breathless little laugh.

"S-sorry. Ears okay?" She spent a moment smoothing them back and rubbing their bases, which was... really good. He was still on his knees, nose in her crotch. She tasted pretty damn good, and smelled better.

There were persistent rumors that the original geneticists who worked out the anthropomorph packaging had turned sex drives up to eleven. There wasn't a scrap of evidence to support it, and no one was really sure how it could be done. But the way that anthros pretty much always got enthusiastic about sex lent some weight to the rumors. Maybe something directly associated with the basic conversion amped things up. No one really knew for sure.

"Well, you did some good work on me, it's only right to reciprocate, no?" The big tigress grinned, putting a hand on each of his shoulders. "Il mio buon lupo, I'm going to- well. You'll see."

She sunk down to her knees and pushed, and put her weight behind it, so Wolfgang had little choice but to wind up on his back on the floor, with her hovering over him like a fluffy cloud of muscle and sex. He didn't have much time to contemplate his position before she took his ankles. "Mm. bigger than usual. Wonder if I can still..." He made a surprised noise, a bark and whine mixed together, as she just hauled him up by the hips, leaving his shoulders on the floor and his thighs against either side of her head. He'd done this to smaller women before, but having it done to him was surprising.

The next moment , when a slurp of her big, textured tongue redirected all of his length into her mouth, angled down... or was it up? Down from his perspective, and surrounded entirely, except the knot. He could feel the faint pressure of sharp teeth, a very good deterrent against trying to pull away, and all that wet heat surrounding him. She had a good grip on him, and he didn't feel in danger of falling as she straightened up with him, sucking and working her tongue around his tip, shaft, and slid it out to curl and wrap around his knot.

It was... amazing, really. Quickly taking him from merely up and ready to dripping and needy. The wolf, panting hard, stammered out a breathy complaint, and she pulled back, letting that slick shaft bob in the air. "Mm... love canines. So much to taste and swallow. Blood's rushing to your head? Ah, I guess we can lay you down some." She gave a surprisingly delicate giggle, then let him go. Briefly. His slide down to his shoulders, then onto his back was followed by one big paw planting on his chest, holding him down as she sprawled out on her stomach, and once again started to suck on him.

She was, without doubt, an expert at the act. That tongue curling and wrapping. She hadn't yet put his knot in, teasing and working at him, lapping up every dribble of salt-slick pre. And that paw holding him down. Not effortlessly, but she had enough mass and strength to deny any of his struggles success. He arched and worked his hips, gasping and growling, but she was unmoved, giggling occasionally at his struggles and breathy pleas. "Shh, puppy, I'll have my fun, and you'll have fun too. Just relax and let me do my thing."

An expert, he knew for sure, the way that tongue and maw were sending hot sparks up his spine. He couldn't relax, not with the constantly shifting pleasures and teasing, but he was pretty sure she knew he wasn't going to stop bucking and trying to thrust. Probably was counting on it.

Her other paw, the one not planted on his chest, slid between his legs, massive fingers cupping and kneading his balls. But she was stubbornly refusing to do anything to or with his knot, and he was dead sure she knew what that was doing to him. Anyone without that particular bit of canine anatomy would have blown by now, easily, but she was keeping him right on edge, refusing to let him climax. He wasn't used to having someone deny him like this, and was very, very sure he wasn't enjoying it, no matter what his achingly hard prick might say.

An opinion that became much harder to hold on to when she lowered her mouth another few inches, and took his knot into her mouth. Those sharp teeth closed tighter behind it, and he shuddered his thrusts and bucking to a stop, breathless as he felt her choke around his tip. A brief moment where her gag reflex fought him, and then she curled that tongue around, behind his knot, and swallowed him. No contest, no argument, he lost it right on that first gulp, feeling her throat shift around his tip, her maw tighten on his knot. It was, he was quite certain, the most intense orgasm of his life, and she pulled off of him, just leaving his tip in her mouth as he jerked and spasmed and pulsed thick spurts of cum into her. When he was done, (aside from seeing spots and panting) she swallowed, licked her maw, then started to groom him, big tongue cleaning every trace from his cock. Still holding him down with that big paw, still cupping his balls with the other.

"Hhhhholy shit," he murmured. "What'd I do to deserve this?"

"Hey, I like a dog bone now and then. I can lick on one for hours and hours if I get him tied down right. And then at the end, if I want to be nice to him, bam, let it all out, hours of teasing, in one big, explosive orgasm. One section of the course goes over species specific quirks and some things you can do with them. Expect to be used for practice, Wolfgang. That's a nice big knot you've got, very educational, I'll bet."

He'd gotten his breath back, finally, and she let him sit up. The sun was down, early evening settling in outside, and he just stared at the big, fluffy tigress. Then shook his head, and opened his mouth to ask, only to be cut off by the door opening. They both looked up and over, but only Wolfgang was surprised when the short, serene, and silk-clad Madame Finch walked in. The ginger haired mouse didn't acknowledge him immediately, but went straight to Alessia, and brought the big cat's head down against her chest, whispering something in her ear, to which the tigress nodded. There was a lot of judicious petting, the larger female rumbling something far deeper and heavier than a purr.

After several minutes, long enough for Wolfgang to feel distinctly awkward about his current 'dick out of briefs, still in T-shirt' state, the mouse turned to him, and gave him a critical eye. "I see that you've been giving my kitten some play time. She certainly deserves a treat now and then, as good as she is. However... what did you think, Wolfgang? Can you assess what happened?"

The question had a sharp edge to the tone of it, and he stopped, to think. One hand idly worked on tucking himself back into his briefs as he thought. "I'm not really sure," he ventured, "what I'm assessing. I thought we were just getting acquainted. And then we wound up getting acquainted instead. Which I think might have been the plan. Her plan, anyway, sure wasn't mine."

The mouse nodded once, and went back to petting her tigress. "You guessed at an underlying motive. During, before, or after?"

"During. Not really a guess, more just... something twigged and I wasn't really sure what."

"Not enough to deter you from carrying through, though."

"I, uh..." Wolfgang shrugged, and grinned big. "I don't think Miss Alessia was going to let me even think about backing out. Didn't want to either, but I kind of figured complying with instructors is both mandatory and probably going to be interesting and pleasurable."

Alessia chuffed a laugh, and the mouse nodded. "Interesting, surely. It will not always be fun, however, or pleasant. Kitten. Your thoughts?"

The tigress pulled her head up, away from Finch, and smiled. "He's a dog. Plays, play fights, wasn't mean about it, winning or losing. Whines pretty good when he's pent up and denied, which is always fun. He'll probably specialize into a physical top, after things are done. We already knew he's straight enough to function enthusiastically. Who gets to find out how well he swings the other way?"

Wolfgang blinked. "So this was... a test?"

"An assessment, yes. No pass or fail, just learning things about you, and how they relate to the answers you gave on your induction paperwork." Wolfgang raised a brow, and Finch laughed. "We don't simply assume that everyone writes the truth, Mister Harrelson. Trust but verify. And to not answer your question, Alessia, telling him would ruin the surprise."

"Spoilsport. Okay. Wolfgang, thank you for the fun, and the dog bone to lick. Another time, I'm sure. For now, you should get back to the dorm. It's probably time for that."

Finch's glance and nod confirmed it, but he took the time to gather his clothes. Carrying his jeans and shoes through the halls, he made it back to the dorm. The last one there, as it turned out, though not by much. All four of them shared a mixture of dazed and confused expressions, and several grins.

"I take it everyone's "assessment" went like mine," he asked.

"Sexually surprising and unexpectedly pleasant?" was Eve's reply. She was rubbing at her shoulder, and when her hand moved, he saw some pretty fresh bite marks there. Janice clearly had played rough. Which was true to type for how she presented, a playful dog.

"Yeah that... was an interesting couple of hours." Jack seemed a bit more subdued than he had been before dinner, and his response to Wolfgang's tilted head and raised ears was a shrug. "I think that was the longest I've ever held a conversation with someone while they stroked me off. Like... two hours? Two solid hours of talking while he's just... not actually letting me get off, just keeping it slow and easy."

Laura blinked a little. "What, y'couldn' do for yerself? Had to let him?"

"He wouldn't let me!" Jack protested. "Kept pushing my hands away if I tried to bring them up, and telling me no. I stopped... I stopped thinking of trying after about the fifth time. It was weird!"

There was a chorus of laughs, somewhat awkward, but mostly natural and genuine, and Wolfgang shrugged, then stripped out of the rest of his clothes and headed for the shower. "Well, I get the impression lights out is going to be soon, so I'm gonna hose off before bed."

Eve was staring, blushing, then turned away real quick as soon as she realized her gaze was locked on his crotch. "What? We're going to be living together for months. And sex stuff. I figure there's no time like the present to start getting over any sort of shyness we might have. Sure ain't room for that in this department, I'm beginning to understand."

No one moved to join him, so he shrugged and headed into the shower alone. Not that there was anything like privacy, there. A waist-high tiled wall separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom. Waist high on Eve or Jack, maybe. For him, it was top of the thighs, barely. So the whole time he was cleaning up, lathering the shampoo through his fur and rinsing it all out, he was pretty easy to stare at. He wasn't sure, as seeing through wet fur and hair was always problematic, but he was pretty sure all three of his roommates were at least looking. Eve was staring.

After he finished enjoying the full size drying stand, kind of like being in the middle of a warm tornado, he was dry, and clean, and kind of tired. He sprawled on his bottom bunk, and folded his arms under his head. The conversations were drifting, nothing particularly claiming, and Jack had shifted to his phone, checking messages or something. Most furs slept naked anyway, so very little would have kept him from falling asleep right then, and nothing did.