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An orange fox places his head on his paw as his professor talks. The wolf professor's lecture seems to just drag on and on. Something about physics or maybe it was how X equaled 3. It wasn't so much as the professor's lecture was boring, but his belly bounces with each step he takes. Every time he lifts his arms up, Tarrien could swear he sees the white fur peeking out from under his shirt. As the fox stares at it, the wolf's belly gets closer and closer. It's the only thing in his line of sight. That is until a ruler slaps against the fox's desk, snapping Tarrien out of his trance.

"Tarrien, what was I saying about Romeo and Juliet?" asks the professor. That's right, Tarrien is in English. Tarrien stares into the wolf's two eyes, one blue and one green. The professor's eyebrows furrowed as the wolf awaited the fox's answer.

"Uh, something about life and death?" Tarrien shrugs and sighs.

"No, I was talking about their first encounter and how it's a thing of beauty." The wolf returns to the front of the class and looks at his watch. "But it's time for class to end. Remember your homework, read pages 40-70 and give me a full page of what you thought of it."

Everyone, including Tarrien, stuffs their books and papers into their backpacks and makes their way to the exit. Tarrien is the last one to approach the door when a big paw lands on his chest, preventing him from leaving. "Sit." The professor demands with his gentle voice. Obeying, Tarrien sits in the desk right in front of his professor's. The wolf sits opposite of the fox and stares into Tarrien's eyes as if he's staring into his soul.

"Professor Greywolf, I can do better." Tarrien starts to plead his case before the wolf even accuses him.

"I know you can." Professor Greywolf pulls out a file from his desk. He opens it and pulls out the fox's tests. In the beginning, Tarrien had A's and B's, but lately, as summer approaches and the wolf began wearing buttoned-up shirts and less sweaters, his grades fell to mostly D's with the occasional C's and the rare F's. Professor Greywolf puts his paws together on his desk. "What happened? You use to be one of my best students."

Tarrien looks down at his paws, gripping them together. A blush forms on the fox's face as he squirms in his chair, unable to find an answer. Professor Greywolf stands up from his desk and walks to the chubby fox. He places a paw on Tarrien's shoulder. The fox looks up, but not at his professor's face. The wolf notices Tarrien's gaze and smirks. Professor Greywolf pulls away and walks to the door. He turns the knob and locks it. "I know how you can make it up to me."

Tarrien sits upright in the chair, his tail wags back and forth. "R-really? H-how professor?"

"With a little extra credit." Professor Greywolf turns around and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He walks to Tarrien as he undoes the last button, his white belly finally exposed to the fox. "Strip," he commands.

Tarrien grips the edges of his hoodie and pulls it off his shoulders. He places the hoodie on his desk and shyly reseeds in his seat. Professor Greywolf plops his belly on the fox's desk. Tarrien's face grows hot as he stares at his professor's bare mass. His paws shake as he reaches out to touch it. Professor Greywolf breathes deeply, expanding his gut and covering Tarrien's hoodie and the desk. Tarrien feels the heat radiating off the furry belly. He swallows and extends his paw, finally touching what he's been thinking about for the last few weeks.

The fox rubs over the fuzzy belly, kneading his fingers into it. "Aren't you a little overdressed? Let me see yours." The professor's soothing voice is music to Tarrien's ears, but he doesn't want to pull away from the wolf's belly. Professor Greywolf leans forward, his belly swallowing Tarrien's paws into it. Reaching for his back, the wolf grabs the fox's shirt out from under his pants and pulls it up and over the fox's head. Tarrien wiggles his ears and wrinkles his nose as his bare upper body is exposed to the warm classroom air. He moves his paws briefly away from the wolf's belly, letting Professor Greywolf toss the fox's shirt to the floor. "Very nice."

Tarrien's face burns as Professor Greywolf examines his body. Tarrien wants to pull away from his professor's belly to hide, but his paws are like magnets to the fuzzy form in front of him. He rubs the front and moves to the sides, his paws graze under the wolf's shirt as he squeezes his love handles. Professor Greywolf leans down and places his own paw on Tarrien's belly, giving it a little rub as well. Tarrien closes his eyes and chitters a little. "How cute. It's so soft. I love it." Tarrien squirms in his seat as Professor Greywolf moves his large paw to the right and then across to the left. The wolf pulls away and reaches for his pants.

Tarrien's eyes follow the white wolf's paws as the professor undoes his black belt. He moves his paws to either side of the belly. Professor Greywolf slides the belt out of the buckle. He unbuttons and unzips his pants, freeing his cock. His pink penis stands at attention, forming pre at the tip. "You're very good at the hands-on approach, but now it's time for the oral exam."

Tarrien removes his paws from the belly and scoots his chair against the desk. Professor Greywolf's member throbs, precum rolling down the side of it. The fox's tail wags back and forth as he slowly kneels down. His paws find their place back on the wolf's belly. Tarrien licks underneath the wolf's penis, collecting any pre from the tip. It's a tad salty, but the fox swallows it down. He opens his mouth and aims the head of the shaft into his mouth.

Professor Greywolf rubs the back of Tarrien's head and guides his shaft inside. Tarrien closes his mouth around the head and cups his tongue around it. He laps away at the pre forming again at the tip, swallowing it down and moving down the wolf's shaft. "Rrrff." The wolf moans, he scratches the back of Tarrien's head, encouraging the fox to go further. Tarrien opens his mouth and takes in another two inches. He breathes through his nose, smelling his professor over the usual chalk in the room. Tarrien once again forces his paws away from his professor's belly and moves them to his own pants. He unbuttons and unzips his blue jeans and pulls out his own pink member.

Using his left paw, the fox strokes himself off. He pulls Professor Greywolf's cock out of his mouth, moving his head to the side and licking under the head. Tarrien moves his right paw to his professor's shaft and strokes it. The wolf moves his paw from behind Tarrien's head to the top, petting him. "Want extra credit? Work for it." Tarrien moves his head and tongue on one side of the professor's shaft while his paw works on the other.

Professor Greywolf rolls his head back and sticks his tongue out, panting. Tarrien cups his tongue underneath the wolf's penis and drags his head up and down. The fox's paw works opposite of his mouth, not giving the professor a moment of rest. Professor Greywolf closes his eyes and huffs loudly, his cock throbs against Tarrien's mouth as his balls pull up. The wolf's cock flexes as he shoots his cum across the classroom, hitting a chair. Each rope of cum paints the white tile, hiding the black specks that make each tile unique. Professor Greywolf pants, his cock stops shooting and gets a little limp in Tarrien's mouth. "Impressive oral work, I'll give you a B for your hard work."

Tarrien removes his mouth from his professor's cock, giving the head a lick and cleaning it up. He swallows the dab of cum left over on the tip. It's saltier and thicker than the pre but definitely welcomed in the fox's mouth. "H-how do I get an A, professor?"

Professor Greywolf raises his head and smirks. "Get on my desk and bend over." The blush on Tarrien's face grows darker; a bright crimson spreads across the bridge of his nose. Tarrien nods and supports himself on a desk, pushing himself off the ground. He lowers his pants a little, exposing his orange butt to the wolf as he strolls over to his professor's desk. Tarrien carefully scatters the papers, pens, and decorations on the desk so he can lie down, but Professor Greywolf places his big arms on the desk and pushes everything to the ground.

Tarrien smiles sheepishly and buries his face into his arms. The wolf pets over Tarrien's head, giving him gentle scratches. He walks behind Tarrien and shelves his belly on the fox's back and tail. Tarrien raises his head, but chitters softly and rubs his back against his professor's belly. Professor Greywolf rubs his hardening shaft against Tarrien's entrance, smearing the fox with his own drool and leftover precum. "Ready?"

Tarrien blushes and nods slowly. Professor Greywolf holds onto the fox's love handles, fondling his belly as he slides the head of his shaft inside. Tarrien shuts his eyes and winces a bit, but his professor rubs his sides slowly. Professor Greywolf moves his body further down Tarrien's; the soft belly swallows more of Tarrien's back as the wolf pushes his shaft in more. The wolf flexes his shaft inside, enticing a moan from the fox.

Tarrien pushes his body against Professor Greywolf's, taking the wolf's entire member inside him. Professor Greywolf leans his head against Tarrien's as he wraps his arms around Tarrien's belly, locking his fingers together. "Your presentation is on point, but you need to speak up." The professor pulls his shaft out and slams it back into Tarrien. The fox throws his head back and moans loud. "There we go, don't be afraid of letting it all out."

Professor Greywolf thrusts his cock in and out of Tarrien. The fox doesn't hold back anymore, he moans each time his professor rubs against his prostate. His cock throbs beneath him and against the desk, leaking precum. As his professor thrusts in him, the fox's belly rubs against his cock, tickling it between his white belly and the desk. From his stimulation earlier and this much pressure and pleasure, Tarrien isn't going to last much longer.

Professor Greywolf grips tighter on Tarrien's love handles, holding on as he picks up his pace, getting ready to blow again. "Don't hold back; let your voice be heard from the back of the class!" Professor Greywolf lifts Tarrien up off the desk and holds him close to his chest and belly. The wolf places his head on Tarrien's shoulder and licks the fox's cheek. He thrusts his cock in and out more. Professor Greywolf pushes in one more time. The pair's balls touch as Professor Greywolf buries his head into Tarrien's neck and huffs, filling up his student.

Tarrien brings his paws to his face and moans into them. His cock throbs and shoots his warm cum out onto the desk in front of him, hitting one piece of paper that stayed. His butt clenches around the wolf, enticing a moan from the big guy against him. Professor Greywolf holds the fox tight, pressing his body against Tarrien more. He licks Tarrien's cheek again as the wolf's orgasm subsides, cum dripping along the wolf's shaft and on his balls. "I say that deserves an A+++ from me."

"Thank you, Professor Greywolf." Tarrien pants hard. He sticks his tongue out and leans against his professor.

"Equinox. Outside of class, call me Equinox or Equi, whichever you prefer." Equinox rubs his face against Tarrien's cheek. He lowers the fox down, who supports himself against the desk. Tarrien notices the paper he splattered with his cum: his most recent test. It was the final on Hamlet and he got a 44, his lowest grade and a big fat F. Tarrien's ears droop as he stares at the red F.

Behind him, Equinox picks up the test. "Well, this paper got ruined, didn't it? I'll have to print out a new one and grade it again." Tarrien looks up at the wolf. Equinox winks at him. The fox wags his tail and picks his pants back up over his butt. He walks over to his shirt and throws it back on. He watches as Equinox buttons his pants and shirt, straightening himself back up for his next class.

Tarrien puts his arms through the sleeves of his hoodie and walks to Equinox's desk. "How often can we do this?"

"If your grades start slipping again, we'll do this again." Equinox picks up the papers, pencils, and decorations off the floor and rearranges them on his desk. "That doesn't mean you should fail on purpose. I want you to succeed, Tarrien."

"Of course, Equinox! I'll do my best!" For the first time in weeks, Equinox sees his student smile. Confidence fills the fox up as he gathers his belongings and heads for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Equinox." Tarrien opens the door and leaves.

"See you tomorrow, Tarrien."