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Jacob nervously wrung his paws together as he sat outside the admissions office, reciting lines over and over in his head. He'd practiced for this moment for months now and wasn't about to mess it up over something silly. Thoughts danced across his mind about his grades, his extracurricular activities, his ambitions in life, and countless other practice interview questions he'd read about online. The fox rocked back and forth softly as he got in his last few minutes of review, staring forward, transfixed on a particular spot on the floor.

Timothy Rance University wasn't just any college - it was known as one of the most prestigious in the country. The admissions office was the only building outside the gates, and only approved furs were allowed entry - usually only students or faculty. Accepting an offer to study here meant full devotion to your studies and had been known to churn out some of the most successful members of society. Statues dedicated to them were scattered across the campus, and buildings were repeatedly renamed as more and more famous alumni were generated.

"Jacob?" a voice echoed out, but the fox didn't reply. He was so caught up in his revision that he missed his own name. The mysterious voice sounded out again, first clearing their throat and then repeating more sternly, "Jacob?"

The fox practically jumped up, turning to face a rather large dragon. Immediately, panic started setting in. The larger male was wearing simply a dress shirt and jeans - was Jacob overdressed? He wore his best suit trying to make an impression, but was it too much? Was he okay? Why did the dragon sound upset?

"Y-Yes sir," Jacob stammered, quickly moving to stand upright, puffing out his chest and ensuring the best possible posture, offering a paw to the dragon.

"Did you not hear me the first time?" the dragon asked after quickly shaking the paw, looking down with a hint of derision.

"First time? Sorry, I, uh, I guess I was kind of spaced out. I'm still kind of in awe of just being considered for admission here," Jacob stammered, trying his best to spin it as much as he could.

"Yes, well, do try a bit harder to pay attention during the interview. It won't go well if you don't listen to half of my instructions," the dragon admonished, turning back into the office. "Follow me."

Jacob, being rather intelligent, picked up quickly on the dragon's language. Instructions? Did he mean questions? Do I correct him? Is this a test? Does he want to know if I'm willing to speak my mind, or just go along with things?

"I'm Professor Cory Irwin, by the way," the dragon said as he seated himself in the office, interrupting Jacob's cacophony of self-doubt. "But that's Professor Irwin to you. I'm one of the professors in the mathematics department here, and due to your background, have been selected to interview you."

"Nice to meet you, Professor Irwin, and yes, I've been passionate about math and science for as long as I can remember," Jacob replied, if only as confirmation he was paying attention this time, which certainly wasn't lost on the dragon.

"Looks like someone's finally listening. Now that you're focused, let's get on with this. I've got a few more candidates to do today, and I certainly hope you lot are better than the ones I had yesterday. So - first things first, since for some reason no one ever pays attention to this ahead of time - you're aware this is an all-male university, correct?" Professor Irwin asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk, lacing his fingers together as he stared down the fox.

For all his preparation, nothing could have readied Jacob for the actual moment itself of answering questions. He knew his lines by heart, and by all means, this was a rather easy one to start with. The words were only one part of it though - he had to sell himself as well. "Yes sir, I'm aware. The gender makeup doesn't matter to me - I'm just here to study under some of the best minds in the country."

"Doesn't matter? Interesting - usually students at least express some form of dismay at not having girls around. Not interested in those, eh?" the dragon asked, still analyzing every move Jacob made.

The fox looked down for a moment, slightly embarrassed. "No, I, uh, I am...it's just...well, I've never put much time into trying to find a girlfriend or anything, and...well, I just want to put my studies first."

Professor Irwin tilted his head a bit. "You want something to drink? You still seem nervous, and all due respect, we might as well just cut it off here if you're going to stutter every other answer."

Jacob nervously, gulped, nodding softly as he looked at the dragon. "Yes sir, I think that'd help," the fox said softly, quieter than his usual register. As he looked up sheepishly at the professor, however, he noted that the dragon wasn't moving to get him anything. His first instinct was to look away to see if he'd already had a bottle of water or something, but quickly found that his vision was locked in place. It was as if the dragon was forcing his head forward, though his concern over not being able to move his head melted away. Soon enough, Jacob's world was simply Professor Irwin's eyes and nothing else.

"Good," the dragon finally spoke, standing up and stretching a bit. "Lucky for you this is just a formality - you were accepted before you even walked in the door. You'd be failing hard anywhere else you applied. This is just to make sure there's nothing that would get in the way of other students' studies here - well, that, and for us to have a bit of fun. I swear, the things we do to keep our admission rate down...I interview one candidate we already know we're going to accept every two days, and twenty others we rejected the second we got their application. Waste of time if you ask me, since we could...never mind. Let's just get to it, shall we? I did promise you a drink," Professor Irwin finally finished, venting a bit of frustration to the entranced fox, knowing he wasn't going to remember any of it anyway.

Taking his time, the dragon walked around the desk, standing in front of the still-sitting fox. The front of his pants already bulged out and constantly grew as he spoke, licking his lips as he watched over the vulpine. "Take my pants off," he said simply, quickly getting to the 'instructions' portion of the interview.

Jacob wasted no time in complying. He lifted his paws and undid the button on the dragon's pants, soon following with the zipper. He gripped the waist and pushed it downward, leaving the professor in only his boxers. Any good submissive would have taken time to appreciate just how large a package he was dealing with - massaging it, rubbing his face in it, even licking it. Those weren't the orders the fox was given, however - he was told to remove the dragon's pants, and that he did. He slid his paws underneath the waistband of the professor's undergarments and slid them down, letting the massive shaft free. It hung down a bit, but quickly rose as the dragon reached full hardness merely from the anticipation.

"Now, I suspect despite being the virgin you are, every fox knows how to suck cock on some level. Let's put that theory to the test, shall we? Give me a blowjob, and it better be done well," the dragon instructed, lightly pushing his hips forward and shoving the tip against the fox's lips.

Again without delay, Jacob opened up and took the first couple inches inside, simply letting it rest on his tongue for a moment. He gave it a few affirming sucks before starting to work his way down, bobbing his head and swallowing another good portion of the length. Each time he pulled off, the taste of pre graced his tongue, giving Jacob a brief teaser of what his reward would be.

The dragon simply allowed Jacob to work, keeping a paw on the back of his head but applying no pressure for now, simply enjoying the feeling of his dick quickly disappearing down the future student's throat. It took a lot of restraint to not simply start thrusting into the warm opening, but at least while the fox was still looking for admission, he had to be able to leave with no signs of what occurred here.

While Jacob would have normally objected to the act itself, it was nothing next to how his body would have reacted had he not been under a trance. His gag reflex seemed to be completely gone, turning his esophagus from a functioning throat to protect him from choking into a fleshy hole for any guy to shove their dick into as far as they could fit it. He'd normally be trying to purge it, but now only seemed interested in getting the rest of it down. Before long, that goal was accomplished, and his nose bumped into the scaly crotch of the dragon before him.

"Good bitch..." the dragon sighed, firming up his position on the back of Jacob's head, keeping himself hilted for the moment. "Now swallow around it, and get your tongue in there as much as you can - I know it's a mouthful," he said with a grin, admiring the bulge rather clearly showing in the fox's throat.

The fox did his best with the room he had - his tongue wriggled out from underneath and started trying to rub itself along the sides. His throat did its best to squeeze around it and massage the length, but with it already stretched so far, there was very little he could do. Still, the professor could sense the effort, and rewarded Jacob with the air that the fox had forgotten he needed. Jacob instinctively inhaled through his nose as the dragon pulled his shaft out, only to find his airway blocked again a few seconds later.

The professor glanced over to his side and rolled his eyes as he checked the clock, seeing he had limited time left to finish up in more ways than one. "As fun as this is...I do need to get you out of here on time, so forgive me for making your first time so...rough. Just hold your head steady and I'll do the rest," the dragon instructed, giving the fox next to no time to comply. Soon enough, the professor had hold of both sides of Jacob's head and was rapidly thrusting into it, pulling half of his cock out and ramming it back home, slapping his crotch into Jacob's nose and his balls off the furry chin each time he hilted himself. It didn't take too long before he was biting down on his bottom lip, trying not to roar with pleasure as he finally started spasming straight into Jacob's gut.

The thought crossed the dragon's mind to pull out and absolutely ruin the fox's suit, covering it in dragon spunk, but somehow managed to resist for now. He finished unloading down the vulpine's throat, pulling out and making sure to wipe the head across Jacob's tongue a couple times for good measure.

The professor stood there for a moment after completely pulling out, letting his shaft hang free in front of Jacob's nose. The fox simply sat there motionless after no longer having any orders to carry out, mouth still slightly agape and staring down the length in front of him. Professor Irwin was debating sending away the next candidate already and going back for round two, but the second he tried something like that he'd be in the fox's position in front of his boss.

"Hope you enjoyed your drink," he teased. "It's going to be one of your favorites for the next few years, at the very least. Now...stand up, turn around, and bend over." Jacob again obeyed, and the dragon immediately started rubbing one of his paws over the fox's ass. He removed it for a moment, sucking on one of his fingers and putting it back a little higher this time, slipping his paw down the back of the fox's pants and worming his finger inside the hole. He didn't work too long knowing the time constraints, but he couldn't resist teasing himself.

"Mmmm...I can barely even get a fucking finger in there. That hole's going to be wrecked to hell and back not even a week in...foxes never last long around here. I just hope I get to you first. Now...stand up and turn around again," the dragon said once more, sliding his paw out and promptly shoving his finger in Jacob's muzzle as the fox turned to face him again. "Suck," the dragon said simply, feeling the tongue pressuring against his finger.

"Now..." Professor Irwin started, pulling his finger back and finally starting to do up his pants again, still working on fitting a semi-erect shaft inside. "As much as I'd like to keep you here and defile you in every way I can imagine and then some...I have other things to attend to. So, when I release you from your trance, first of all, you're not going to remember any of what we just did. You're going to blink a couple times, shake your head a bit as if you just got caught in a daze, and ask me to repeat my last question because you just lost focus for a moment. All you'll remember is coming in, answering my first question about this being an all-male institution, and nothing else. You'll have a vague inkling that I asked other questions, but you won't know what they were. If at any point some...side effects of having your throat pounded show up, you will ignore them. If you end up belching up cum, having a sore throat, smelling like sex, any of that - you'll act as if it's just not there, or make up some excuse if someone else asks you about it. From your perspective, this was a normal interview - which, in particular, didn't go very well for you. If you understand, sit back down in the chair," the dragon finished, going through his practiced speech, having given it a number of times over the years.

Jacob readily complied, and Professor Irwin took the seat opposite him. Promptly, the fox was released, and the dragon simply looked at him expectantly. With a couple blinks and a small head shake, Jacob looked up at his interviewer embarrassed once more. "Sorry...what was that?" he asked, his voice much more noticeably hoarse than before.

"You really have a listening problem, don't you? How do you expect to handle the lectures here if you can't even pay attention during an interview?" the dragon reprimanded, rolling his eyes.

Jacob simply looked down, ashamed, nervously gulping as he did. Believing he was only making things worse for himself, he had to raise a paw and cover his mouth as he belched. The taste of jizz flooded his taste buds again, but under the residual power of the dragon, it was completely ignored.

"Anyway...I asked if you had any questions for me." The dragon stated in a now-rather bored tone, having already gotten what he needed from the fox.

"Um...I guess not...I'll stop wasting your time..." Jacob exhaled, on the verge of tears with how horribly this interview had gone - from his perspective, anyway.

"I think that'd be best for both of us. If you get in, you'll hear from us, and if not...well, you won't," Professor Irwin said simply. "Best of luck to you."

Jacob sniffled a bit, standing up and moving over toward the door. Steeling himself for one last stand, he turned toward the dragon and put on his best attempt at a smile. "Look...I know this wasn't the best interview; I'm usually not like this. I promise I can pay attention, and I would do anything to be granted a spot here. Just...please, if there's anything I can do, I'll do it. I'll be the hardest working student you've had-" he spouted, only to be interrupted with a wave of the dragon's paw.

"Jacob, you've done enough, trust me. I have other candidates to do today, and I need to prepare for those."

There it was again - that odd phrasing. 'Candidates to do today.' Shaking his head and knowing it wasn't time to bring it up, Jacob simply nodded. "Well, then I just want to say thank you for your time. I appreciated the chance," he said sincerely, only to receive a simple nod in response. Jacob turned toward the door and finally left the office, heart temporarily broken and stomach filled with dragon cum.

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A few months later, Jacob was still beside himself. After his interview with Timothy Rance University, he prepared himself for a rejection, almost throwing away his letter before reading it. Upon checking, however, he was stunned to find that it told him he'd been accepted. His immediate thought was that it was a mistake, after how his interrogation had gone - he even went as far as to call the university to confirm before immediately accepting the offer and starting his celebrations.

Now, the day had finally come to join the elite few who got in. Outside the only gates onto the campus, he hugged his parents goodbye, grabbing the couple suitcases worth of possessions he brought with him. With a deep breath, he checked in with the guard at the gate, signing his name and walking inside.

The first thing he did was simply look around. You couldn't get a great view from outside through the walls, but you could easily see much more here. He'd arrived fairly late in the day, and most of the other students had either already arrived or completely unpacked by this point. Fancy stone pathways were filled with eager minds ready to learn, exploring their home for the next four years. Jacob had taken a long look at a map beforehand to know where he was going to start, and soon took a left toward the dorms after getting his fill of the view.

As he walked, he further confirmed he was heading the right way as almost every student still carrying around suitcases was heading in the same direction. The dormitories also appeared to be some of the largest on campus, going up multiple floors. Nearly four thousand students attended each year, about a thousand per graduating class. The student body makeup was interesting, however. He'd been led to believe that admission was purely merit-based, but he'd expected a wider variety of species if that were completely true. There were several smaller species like himself - foxes, rabbits, otters, and generally other smaller mammals - but it seemed like a disproportionate percentage of the others were dragons. It was rather hard to estimate, but Jacob would have guessed anywhere from a quarter to a third of the males around him were draconic. Larger mammals were almost completely absent.

Not only did it strike Jacob as strange, but the looks he got on the way to his dormitory made him feel uncomfortable. Almost every dragon that noticed Jacob eyed him up as he walked past, and one even nudged a couple of his friends, who shot winks toward the fox. Jacob did his best to avert his gaze, simply trying to get to his room as quickly as possible. He eventually did, though had to take a moment to recollect himself after feeling relatively safe. He sat on his new bed, eyes closed, just breathing in and out for a bit. It was a hell of a welcome - if you could call it that.

After double checking that his door was locked, he got to work unpacking, choosing not to venture out again so soon. He made his bed, set up his desk, unpacked his clothes, and set up a few nice decorations around the room to remind him of home. He killed a few hours playing games on the computer and letting his parents know he was okay and unpacked, feeling somewhat guilty knowing he should be out making friends. After earlier though, he hadn't the courage to do so yet.

Eventually, a notification popped up on his phone, signaling an end to his solitude. He was reminded about the university's orientation - which, if the emails he'd received were to be believed, was absolutely required before you were to attend classes the next day. If you didn't go, you'd miss out on classes that took attendance, and your grades would immediately suffer as a result. Not wanting to start off on the wrong foot, Jacob sighed and shut his laptop, grabbing his phone and heading toward the door.

Luckily, as he left this time, almost everyone else was doing the same. Being in such a large crowd made it harder for him to be singled out, but the trip wasn't without incident. The pathway was rather crowded as everyone made their way there, and Jacob could feel his ass grabbed more than once on the way. He was too shy to confront whoever it was, and there were too many potential assailants to know who it was anyway. The fox simply kept his head down, slightly embarrassed as he headed toward the rather large field that had been set up with chairs for the new arrivals. As they got closer though, he noted that the dragons had started turning to head into a building - everyone else was heading to the same location as Jacob.

Both intrigue and relief washed over the fox's mind. He really wanted to know why the groups were being separated by dragons and non-dragons, but more than anything he was simply glad to have the reprieve from attention. Putting it out of his mind for now, he signed in at the tent to prove his presence at orientation, then simply headed into the open area. He chose to take a seat near the back but far from the aisles and outer edges of the group, wanting to blend in as much as possible. Other students filed in around him, the arena soon packed as the dean walked up onto the stage and stood behind the podium.

"Welcome, welcome! Another year, another batch of fresh minds eager to learn." The large, blue dragon boomed into the microphone. "I'm Dean Woodward, head of this fine institution. I'm sure you're all wondering why this is so important that you're here tonight - and we'll get to that. For now, just sit tight, as I want to make sure we're all excited about your time here."

Jacob listened, but as the dragon droned on for a bit, he felt his eyes drooping. Remaining upright and appearing as if he were paying attention, the fox slowly drifted off as a projector screen started falling down behind the speaking dragon. The last thing Jacob could see out of the corner of his eyes was what looked like professors walking up to the sides of the audience, again all dragons.

"Now for the moment I'm sure you've all been waiting for," the blue dragon spoke, shortly after Jacob fully dozed off. "I'll need your full attention for this," he said simply, and almost instantaneously, the remaining heads in the audience that weren't looking at him jerked upward. The projector screen flicked on, simply showing a larger version of the Dean's face, staring out at the student body. "Make sure you all maintain eye contact - it's very important!" the dragon said, barely able to contain his excitement.

By now, the entire student body had been put under the dean's spell, focusing on the large screen and unable to look away. That is, all except Jacob - while the blue dragon's words registered in his mind, they were only picked up by his subconscious, making their way into his body but not heard and completely understood. None of the professors on lookout managed to spot Jacob's lack of attention either, given his posture still facing forward and seemingly looking at the screen.

After seeing the thumbs up from the rest of the faculty, the blue dragon started speaking again. "Thanks for your cooperation - not that you had a choice in the matter. This session is required for one reason and one reason only - to make sure that the proper students of Timothy Rance University receive the education they came here for. To do that, you all have a very specific set of instructions. You may notice some strange things around campus while you're here. You may find yourself in locations you don't remember going to, or mysterious periods of time being skipped. You may find yourself around furs you don't know or furs friendly with you that you believe you've never met. You may find your body changing in ways you didn't expect, doing things you either hadn't done or had no interest in before. You may - no, you will at some point find yourself covered in or filled with substances you don't remember showing up there. You will almost certainly notice these traits in other students as well. The one main instruction I have for you is to ignore all of this. If you notice anything strange around the campus, you are to ignore it. If you have any concerns, you are to ignore them. Any sights, smells, tastes, sounds, or feelings you have that seem out of place - ignore them. Lastly, if you have any questions about any of this, you are of course, always welcome to come ask them personally in my office," the dragon finished, reaching down and adjusting himself.

"Faculty, if you'll join me, we should, ahem, prepare the test to make sure the students are going to fully comply with my instructions," the dragon said with a small laugh, stepping out from behind the podium and unzipping his pants, fishing his cock out and standing in front of the audience. Throughout the field, the sound of zippers was all that could be heard as the rest of the staff did the same.

"3...2...1..." the dean counted down, and almost simultaneously, the student body started receiving its first golden shower. Dragons encircling the students urinated over them, taking care to drench as many as possible. So far, so good - as piss splashed its way into ears, noses, and mouths, no student seemed to react. The liquid waste simple rolled down faces and soaked into clothes, immediately bringing the scent to everyone's attention.

Somehow, through all of this, Jacob remained asleep. He'd been seated close enough to the middle that the arcs of piss couldn't quite reach him, and the sound wasn't loud enough to wake him up. Students all around him became drenched, fur matted down as piss pooled over the entire field, showing rather quickly why this orientation was held outside. As bladders emptied, the dragons finally slowed their streams, some even leaning in to wipe the last few drops on a nearby student.

As the dean finished and relaxed with a sigh, he looked back out over the crowd, smirking to himself as he watched the droplets fall off over half of the students. "I love orientation..." he said softly to himself, moving back behind the podium and speaking once more. "Now that you've been properly christened as our students, your final instructions are as follows. Once I release you, you will applaud for me. You will stand up and head out the same way you came in, unless one of the faculty members asks you to stay behind. What you do from that point forward is up to you - at least, until one of the proper students has a say in the matter. Now, wake up!"

Across the field, applause sounded out almost instantaneously. Jacob slightly jumped as the loud echoes assaulted his ears, blinking slowly to himself. He groggily joined in as he heard it, not wanting to be rude or seem like he wasn't paying attention. He'd already left a bad impression from his interview and didn't want it to get any worse now. As the rest of the students soon stood up, so did he. Had Jacob been fully awake to look around before standing up, or even been closer to the outside, he may have seen the professors still standing around with their cocks out, if not with their pants fully off at this point. Most were stroking their shafts, already beckoning some close students over to provide their services.

As Jacob's senses returned to him, the leftover scents of the golden shower assaulted his nostrils. While the rest of the student body ignored them, Jacob could still slightly pick up on it. Every time he tried to focus on it, however, it seemed as if it went away. It was like a constantly present but never-visible fly - Jacob knew it was there, but could never pinpoint exactly what it was or where it was coming from. As he followed the unselected students out of the field, his head twisted around desperately trying to figure out what he was picking up on. While not watching where he was going, he ended up walking straight into another student and bouncing backwards.

"Well well well...what do we have here?" the dragon looming over him asked. Jacob couldn't be sure, but he thought it was one of the ones that had winked at him earlier in the day. "I've had my eye on you, fox boy...You're in for a rough night."

Jacob looked up, mouth agape as he first tried to apologize, then was almost immediately shocked back into fear. His mind didn't have long to stress before the dragon had taken it over though, already washing any other thoughts Jacob had away.

"Lead the way, slut. Let's go back to your place - this is going to be messy," the dragon said with a grin, already reaching down and undoing his pants, knowing no one was going to stop him. "You hold this while we walk - don't want you getting lost," he joked, already feeling Jacob's fingers gripping his meat.

The pair walked together back to Jacob's dorm, with the dragon's paw down the back of Jacob's pants and already fingering him, while Jacob worked on stroking the length and milking out droplets of pre. Similar pairs of students - and in some cases groups - all headed back to their rooms for the night. No one questioned a thing, either - the dean's hypnosis had convinced nearly all of the student body to ignore it, and the one it hadn't completely persuaded was under much more direct instruction now.

Almost immediately after arriving back in the room, the dragon had completely dropped his pants and whipped off his shirt. He flat out tore the fox's clothes off, leaving them ripped and ruined on the floor as Jacob continued stroking the length, not having been told to stop.

"No way in hell you can take all this without lube," the dragon remarked, putting a paw back on Jacob's ass cheek. "Could barely get a finger up there on the way over. I promise by the end of the night though, it won't be a problem. So, I think first thing's first. You got any lube around here?" he asked, though Jacob simply shook his head while still massaging the length. "Too bad...gonna be a lot worse for you in the morning. Spit it is then, so get to it. Start licking it, and don't stop until it's covered."

Jacob nodded and knelt down before the dragon, placing his muzzle near the base of the shaft. He stuck his tongue out and pressed it firmly against the bottom, dragging it up the length and flicking the tip of his tongue off the head of the shaft, collecting a couple droplets of pre from the bottom along the way. An ordinary slut would have taken a moment to appreciate the taste, maybe suck on the tip, but Jacob had been told to lick. He continued working around the shaft, lapping at the sides and as much as he could along the head. It didn't take long before he stopped, looking up at the dragon again after his work was done.

"Oh no, slut, I want it wet," the dragon emphasized. "I gotta get in there somehow. More spit."

Jacob was confused temporarily - the dragon was telling him to wet it, but from where he could tell, it was wet. Being hypnotized, he hadn't made the connection that his saliva was going to be used to make his ass less painful, so he simply judged it as wet. He was told to put more on though, and so he did, continuing to salivate over the length and massage it with his tongue. The shaft became slicker over time, shinier and shinier as the dragon throbbed.

Before too long, sensing not much progress was being made, the dragon decided to move on. "Alright, this isn't gonna be pretty, but I'll be damned if your ass isn't mine tonight. Go bend over the bed," he instructed, starting to suck on a couple fingers and wetting them as much as he could. Seeing Jacob in position, he reached down and started trying to work them inside, struggling quite a bit to fit the second in alongside the first.

"How the fuck did you make it through high school with this ass intact..." the dragon idly wondered, pulling his fingers out and spitting on them again, smearing it around. Deciding to try it, he stepped forward and lifted the fox's tail up high, pointing his shaft straight at the hole underneath. "I'll say one thing for this place...they really do think of everything. Even the bed's at a perfect height for this...Now relax as much as you can for me," the dragon said, leaning over top of Jacob and starting to push.

As determined as he was, it was still a challenge to get almost anywhere. He didn't want to just completely shove himself forward, knowing he'd probably hurt not just Jacob but himself as well. This was an ass he intended to make use of for his entire time here, and making it unusable day one wasn't an option. He grunted as the tip finally popped inside, already trying to fend off orgasm from the tight squeeze around his dick.

"Fucking hell..." he said softly, pausing to let the fox get used to it a bit more. "You sure you're relaxing? Fucking vice around my dick right now..." With a grunt, he started trying to gradually work his cock back and forth, moving a fraction of an inch in and out to try to work the sphincter as much as he could. It was a slow process, but became more and more worth it as the dragon finally got a couple inches inside, able to noticeably thrust a small amount now.

"Better get used to this real quick, fox...not everyone's gonna be as nice with you as I am. This'll probably hurt, but I want you to enjoy it just the same..." the dragon trailed off, readjusting his paws on the bed and steadying himself. With a rather rough shove, he managed to squeeze a few more inches inside. While it was nearly half a foot, there was still a long way to go.

"I think...that's enough to start..." the dragon breathed, throbbing madly inside Jacob's ass, using more self-restraint than he knew he had to ease the entry. He started pulling out, leaving a small bit in and starting to shove himself right back, getting slightly further in than before. Small moans echoed out of Jacob's mouth as he started getting into it, the dragon's command for enjoyment helping to convert between the painful stretching and the pleasurable fullness he was experiencing.

This continued for a long while - the dragon would pull out, leave a bit inside, and thrust it all back where it came from. Each time the entry got a bit easier as more and more pre was added to the mix, taking place of the long-dried saliva and helping lube up the entry. What seemed like ages after the dragon had lined himself up, he finally managed to squeeze himself fully inside, feeling his balls at last slap against the fox's.

Not stopping for even a moment, the dragon continued thrusting. His hips pistoned in and out faster and faster, rocking his whole body forward over top of Jacob. Pants echoed out from both males as they got into it, saliva dripping from the dragon's maw on top of Jacob's head. The fox ignored it though, too focused on the new feelings rippling through his ass, dutifully focusing on the pleasure.

"Here...we go...slut...ready...for your...first...filling?" the dragon uttered, spitting out a word or two every time his hips slammed against Jacob's own, now forcing his way in as hard and fast as he wanted. Jacob was surely going to be sore in the morning, but that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, the dragon simply focused on finally releasing his load, and with a few more thrusts, he hilted himself one last time and roared out, joining the symphony of climaxing hypnotists sounding out around the university.

Gushes of jizz flooded Jacob's bowels, finding their way deep inside as they continued. The fox's stomach started slightly swelling with the sheer volume of it, stretching to accommodate what the dragon gave him. The larger male eventually collapsed from exhaustion, laying down roughly on Jacob's back as his cock gave a few more small throbs, even after the last of the load had come out.

"First...of many..." he said happily, bucking his hips forward once more. "I think...I'm gonna take off...and sleep..." he continued, already feeling himself crashing atop Jacob. "Before that," he started, struggling to shift himself upward. It was shaky, but eventually the dragon had managed to pull himself out and go back to a standing position, happily admiring the gaping hole he'd left in his wake. "...I think you've got some cleaning to do. Come suck it clean," the dragon replied, still slightly out of breath. "Oh, and swallow it all."

Jacob did his best to comply, and though the mind was willing, the body wasn't quite as much. Even pushing back to a standing position sent pain through his body, much less taking a step. Cum still poured forth from his hole, running down his legs and into his tailfur as he moved to kneel before the dragon. Despite the extreme discomfort, the hypnosis prevented any other thoughts from passing through his mind than sucking the cock before him.

Opening wide, Jacob wrapped his lips around the tip and started his work, scraping the slightly ass-flavored cum off and swallowing it down. It had been a while his first oral session during his interview, but especially under the influence now, Jacob managed to work his way further and further. He took it into his throat a couple inches at a time, slurping the mess off each new section of cock he encountered. Contrary to the pounding he just took, this comparatively lasted no time at all before the fox's nose was buried in the dragon's crotch, just continuing to suck while he held it there. The larger male started to pull out though, leaving just the head inside Jacob's lips.

"Remember - swallow everything I give you," the dragon remarked, relaxing himself and letting his bladder flow, spraying it across Jacob's tongue. The fox was caught off guard at first, but without wasting time, he immediately started forcing it down his throat. The thought of simply taking the shaft deeper once more didn't occur to him, with only the order to swallow the urine on his mind. The disgusting taste registered, but the thought of spitting it out did not. Gulp after gulp forced it into his gut, this time filling it up from the other side.

Jacob's cheeks routinely bulged out as the dragon quickly filled them with his golden liquid, then shrank as the fox forced it down his throat. Large bulges could easily be seen stretching his neck out as his stomach was routinely graced with more of the acidic fluids. The work got harder before it got easier, with the dragon really forcing it out to test the fox's limits. He never found them though, as true to the command, Jacob didn't let a single drop escape his muzzle.

As their antics came to an end with the last few spurts of piss flowing over Jacob's tongue and down his esophagus, the dragon let out a relaxed sigh. "You're going to get a lot of attention here, slut. I look forward to seeing just how much more you...open up," he said with a rather sadistic grin, reaching out and patting the top of Jacob's head. "Until next time," he said simply, reaching down and picking up his clothes, tossing them over his shoulder and heading out the door, knowing no one was going to judge him. As soon as the door shut behind him, Jacob's mind was released, causing the fox to practically fall forward onto the floor as a wave of feelings overtook him.

Cum still covered the fox's lower half, the taste of piss and cum were both still fresh in his muzzle, and the stench of sex was everywhere in the room. Pain radiated out of Jacob's hole and spread through his entire body, and he was completely out of breath after swallowing for so long. On top of all of it, with the mysterious assailant's order to enjoy it and the sustained pressure on his prostate, Jacob was naked and dripping on the floor, fully hard and knot fully engorged.

The odd thing was, as hard as the fox tried to focus on any one of these sensations, it seemingly vanished as his mind locked onto it. He was vaguely aware something rather major had happened to him, but couldn't quite place it. Trying to figure out exactly what was going on, he ran his paws over his body looking for anything out of place. He rather quickly noticed his erection, but soon after one of them dipped lower and ran around his ass, coming back absolutely covered in dragon jizz. He held it up in front of his face, peeling his fingers apart and staring hard at it. He even leaned forward and licked at it, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't figure out what it was. His mind registered that something existed there, but that was the extent of it.

It took some time, but Jacob eventually reached the only conclusion his brain allowed him. He was able to tell he was hard, but given that he was alone in his room and clearly aroused, he had to imagine he was jerking off and simply blacked out from going at it too hard. All the other incriminating details were impossible for the fox's mind to recognize, and seeing no reason to stop what he believed he had already started, he quickly started using his sticky paw to bring himself to climax, smearing the dragon's cum up and down his length as lube, accepting his current state as reality despite some level of doubt remaining in his mind.

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As the students settled into life on campus, things started calming down a bit. While most of the dragons had adjusted to walking around naked, the other students were still behaving normally, wearing clothes as they ventured around the university. No one questioned the dichotomy though - students interacted as normal, with the non-dragons ignoring the nudeness they were surrounded by. It extended to the staff as well, where most lessons were taught with a teacher erect in front of the class.

Jacob was the one student on campus who still continually felt something was off, but he could never put his paw on it. He could clearly see naked dragons everywhere, but every time he tried to focus on it his mind forbade him from registering it. At least once each day he'd been fucked as well, but could never figure out why he was blanking out and waking up naked and horny, let alone recognize that he was covered in all manner of bodily fluids.

Despite all the action he'd received, the most eventful day of his first week was just starting. He woke up in bed, sore as usual, still leaking dragon jizz from the previous night. He paid it no mind however, simply rolling out of bed and leaving a puddle of it to dry on his sheets. The fox threw on some tattered and stained clothes which barely stayed on his body at this point, grabbed his backpack, and headed off.

As he walked toward the lecture hall, he attracted more than a few glances. They still made him uncomfortable, but all he could tell was that others were looking at him. The fact that it was entirely dragons staring him down was lost on Jacob. The fox mostly felt as if the other students were judging him, while in reality, their thoughts were much more lustful.

Jacob had a hard time taking his mind off the discomfort he felt roaming the campus. He'd been so excited to come here, and he was still somewhat riding off the high of being at one of the top universities in the world. He wanted more than anything to enjoy his time, but the fox couldn't take his mind off the strangeness surrounding him. Even as he sat down in his math lecture, usually his favorite subject, he couldn't seem to bring himself to be excited about his first one.

As the fox leaned forward onto the desk folded out from the armrest, his ears did finally perk up a bit as the professor walked into the room. He recognized Professor Irwin - the one who'd interviewed him those few months ago. The dragon walked in and set a briefcase on the desk, looking out over the students. As he glanced over the pupils before him, his eyes settled on Jacob for a second. A grin spread across his lips, and the nude dragon reached down to begin stroking his semi into a full-blown erection. Jacob noticed none of this, however, simply readying himself for his math lesson.

As equations and numbers were scribbled across the board and quickly erased, Jacob slowly started to relax. He was back in a world he knew and understood. It was rather easy to tell how the lesson being taught tied in with his previous education in high school. If anything, it was somewhat of a repeat, but being the diligent student he was, he still took copious notes. He allowed himself a small amount of pride as he looked around, seeing some confused looks on other students' faces. Time flew by, and before he knew it, the professor was wrapping up.

"That'll be all for today class. And for those of you wondering - yes, you do have to buy the book. The store here sells them, and your homework problems will come directly from it. I highly recommend having your own - I'll allow you to use them on exams," he instructed, pausing before returning his gaze to the fox. "Jacob - would you mind staying after class for a bit?"

Caught off guard, the fox froze for a few seconds. What was this about? Was the dragon still harboring some resentment for the interview all that time ago? Feeling like he couldn't say no, the fox gulped and nodded a bit in response. He got up with the rest of the class, making his way down toward the front while the rest of the class filed out the back. Soon enough, everyone had gone, leaving him alone with Professor Irwin.

"Good to see you again, Jacob," the professor remarked, leaning back against his desk with his cock pointing proudly upward, dribbling pre over the floor as it had done most of the class.

"Y-you too, sir," the fox said shyly, maintaining eye contact while clutching his bag. The high Jacob had from his math lesson quickly wore off as some level of discomfort took him over again, though this time he simply attributed it to talking to someone he had a bad experience with.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I let you in, after that atrocious interview," the dragon remarked.

Jacob noticeably winced at those words, shutting his eyes briefly before looking up again. "Um...yeah, kinda..." he said weakly.

"Well, to tell you the truth, and lucky for you, the interview was just a formality. You'd already been accepted by that point - we just wanted to make sure you weren't insane or anything," the dragon explained.

"Oh...I mean, I'm sure I didn't come off extremely well..." the fox said softly.

"Probably not as bad as you might think," Professor Irwin replied, his cock throbbing at the memory. "But yes, still rather bad. I do have another class to teach in a few minutes, but I'd like to keep talking a bit on the way. Do you have time?"

"Yes, I think so. I don't have another class until this afternoon," Jacob replied, still a bit nervous.

"Good, let's be off then, shall we?" the dragon said rhetorically, putting his paw on Jacob's ass as he guided him forward, keeping it planted there as they started their small journey.

The fox looked up at the dragon again as they walked, realizing the contact but not quite the lewd intentions of it, not even when the professor's fingers started moving dangerously close to his hole. By the time they'd gotten to their destination, the dragon was slipping a couple fingers in and out, and Jacob paid it no attention.

"So...anyway, I guess that's why I've really always had a passion for math..." Jacob finished lamely inside the new room, looking up at the dragon.

Professor Irwin pulled his paw back, peeling his fingers apart from finding leftover jizz inside the fox's ass, smirking at the sticky nature of them. "I'm glad to hear it. I imagine we'll be spending a lot of time together then - come to me whenever you have anything you'd like to talk about. I might even have some research projects for you," the dragon said deviously, putting his sticky paw on Jacob's shoulder.

Jacob nodded appreciatively. "I'll probably take you up on that..." he said, a bit more positive now. "I guess we're here though, so I should be going to let you teach."

"Why so soon?" the dragon asked, now heavily focusing his eye contact on the fox. It didn't take long before control was assumed, and the dragon wasted no time putting his cum-covered fingers inside Jacob's muzzle. "Suck those clean," he said briefly, continuing to talk as he felt the lips close around them. "I need you for this class, Jacob. Go ahead and strip," he paused, pulling his now-clean digits out of the muzzle, "and we'll get all set up."

Jacob readily obeyed, setting his bag down and quickly shucking his clothes, leaving them in a disheveled pile in the middle of the floor. Professor Irwin took a step forward and pressed himself up against Jacob's front, his massive shaft now leaking pre directly into the fox's chest fur. It blended in nicely with the rest of the mess adorning the fox, with Jacob having rushed out and not showered earlier this morning.

"I hope you're ready, Jacob. You're in for a hell of a class," Professor Irwin remarked, lust practically dripping off his voice. "Of course, this is probably what slut foxes like you dream of. Now, far be it from me to keep you from doing what you love. Kneel down and start giving me a blowjob. Don't let me cum though - you'll find out why later."

As Jacob got to work, wrapping his lips around the professor's shaft and expertly taking it into his throat, the professor's explanation of 'a hell of a class' soon became apparent. A few students trickled into the room, standing around the pair and grinning. Every single one of them was a dragon, and as they watched over the professor making use of a now-willing student, they soon wound up with erections of their own.

"Welcome, everyone," the professor grinned, looking around at his fellow dragons, "to your first hypnosis training session. Ordinarily I'd have asked you to bring your own sluts with you, but seeing as this is our first one, I hadn't had the chance. Besides, I think sharing is rather fun, don't you all?" he asked, with a murmured sense of agreement from the rest of the class.

"Don't get in too much of a hurry - you'll all have more than enough time to use him in every way you see fit. You'll - ffffffffuck," he interjected, closing his eyes and instinctively humping into Jacob's muzzle. "You'll be learning how to better control others to do your bidding here. You'll practice with this one for today, and ideally this helps you in the rest of your journeys both here and beyond. Now, who's already tried to fuck one of these whores, and found you really have to spell out what you want them to do? Like they just don't get it on their own?" The lead dragon asked.

Almost instantly, the rest of the class' arms shot into the air. Professor Irwin simply grinned, petting the back of the fox's head still slurping on his shaft. It was getting harder and harder not to shoot down Jacob's throat, but every time he felt he was getting close, the fox was able to sense the signs and back down the intensity to prevent orgasm, as instructed.

"I thought as much," the professor continued. "We're going to try to fix that. As you might notice, I'm not giving Jacob really any instruction here. He's obviously not doing a whole lot or anything fancy, but he's still getting the job done. We're going to learn how you can give your subs a single command, and have them take care of the rest themselves. Or at least, as much as you want them to do."

"Jacob, if you please, you can stop blowing me now, but stay on your knees," the professor instructed, and the fox removed his muzzle from the shaft and moved back upright. Professor Irwin took a few steps back and joined the circle, resulting in eleven erect dragons circled around a kneeling fox. "I want you to obey everyone else's commands in here the same way you would my own. Whatever any of the other students ask you to do, you do it, and exactly what they ask. If I give you a command that contradicts one of theirs, however, you will obey mine first and foremost.

"That goes for all of you as well," the professor remarked, turning to face his class. "Use him however you see fit. There's obviously no room for judgment at this university, so go crazy, as long as you don't harm him and prevent others from using him. I'll be maintaining the hypnosis to give you all the opportunity to focus solely on your commands and seeing the types of effects they have. For the first pass around, you all get one command each - no adjusting it after it's given. It can be as long as you want, or as detailed, but you only get one. If you disobey once, it's a warning. Twice, get skipped on your next turn. Three times, you take the fox's place. And I know what you're all thinking - none of you will overpower me, though you're all welcome to try. Anyone who tries and fails will also join the fox, however."

A few of the students nervously shifted around, not quite willing to challenge the teacher's authority. They simply wanted to get to work, and after a few moments of silence, Professor Irwin clapped his hands once. "So! You," he turned, putting his paw on the back of the dragon to his left. "What's your name?"

"Gaul, sir," the dragon responded.

"Well, Gaul, go ahead. Let's see how this goes."

Gaul took a step forward, stroking himself as he looked down at the kneeling fox. As with the rest of the dragons around, pre was heavily dribbling down their shafts, being smeared along it as most of them stroked.

"Suck my cock, bitch," the dragon said simply. Off to the side, Professor Irwin noticeably smirked, but said nothing further. Jacob simply inched forward and wrapped his lips around the tip of the shaft and started sucking. He obeyed exactly as instructed - his head didn't move and his tongue did nothing. Jacob simply kept his lips in place and started sucking, pausing only to breathe in and suck a bit harder on the tip. It was far from an actual blowjob - at most there was some tightness around the head, but Jacob wasn't even licking the pre off it. Chuckled echoed out around the pair as time went on, with the rest of the students finally figuring out what the point of the lesson was. A few of them even registered that they'd given commands like this themselves in the past, but seeing someone else do it made it obvious what was happening.

"I think that's enough. Jacob, you can stop now," Professor Irwin said, barely able to refrain from laughing himself. "That's the point of this, though - if you're talking to an ordinary, non-hypnotized slut, they're going to understand what you mean and be able to take the words in context. When they're hypnotized, however, they take things more literally. I'm sure his lips didn't feel bad there by any means, but it wasn't what you wanted, was it?"

"No..." Gaul replied, more frustrated than anything he spent his turn on that.

"Well, you'll get another chance. Next!" the professor called, pointing to the student next clockwise around the circle. "And let's mix it up - if you all ask for a blowjob, you're just going to learn how to word that one command, rather than the actual essence of crafting a command to get what you want out of him. I'm sure you're creative, let's see what you've got."

As the next student stepped up, he paused to think for a moment. The dragon moved so close to Jacob that the fox's muzzle was pressed directly into the giant sack, cock resting atop the fox's face. It wasn't until the professor coughed pointedly that he remembered he was supposed to be giving a command, and quickly spat out the first thing on his mind. "Uh...give my feet a tongue bath."

Jacob got to work, and the rest of the class leaned in to see the results. The fox moved down onto all fours, placing his muzzle just above the dragon's left foot. His tongue shot out and started dragging over the scaled surface, lathering them in his saliva. Jacob methodically worked his way left to right across it, even sliding his tongue between the toes to get into the creases and slurped along the sole as the dragon lifted it for him to reach. Seeing all the dirt had gone from it, Jacob moved onto the right one, repeating the procedure there. Once his job finished, he knelt back up once more, again staring straight into the student's crotch.

"Not as bad as the last one I guess," the professor remarked after it was done. "He obviously did what you wanted, but it didn't have a lot of the things you'd expect from a foot slut in it. Massaging, sucking on the toes, really any level of 'worship' rather than just licking for licking's sake. Again, probably felt good, but not exactly what I'd expect from a whore in that situation," the professor explained, and the second student wordlessly stepped back and rejoined the circle.

"Before any more of you humiliate yourselves, I'll give you an example of what you should be going for and why. I do like to have at least a couple failures before I do this though, to really drive home the reason why I do it. You all just saw something happen, which, while somewhat hot, could have been so much more so."

The professor paused, looking at the rest of the dragons in the room. "One thing that hasn't been picked up on yet has been giving the fox any reason or drive to do what he's doing. While you told him exactly what to do, you didn't tell him why, or to enjoy it, or anything like that. Think back to guys you've fucked who aren't hypnotized - they get into it, bring their own personality, and you're fucking another fur in that case. Here, you're basically treating him like a living fleshlight," he instructed, looking back down at the fox. "Now, Jacob - I want your greatest purpose in life, and the thing that gives you both the most fulfillment and enjoyment, to be drinking my piss."

Without warning, or even letting the fox get in place, the professor simply started letting himself go. It took some relaxation to do so, but his bladder soon started spraying forth, with the dragon intentionally aiming himself around Jacob's stomach.

The first few splashes ended up in Jacob's fur, but soon enough the stream ended up in his muzzle. The fox practically collapsed onto all fours, desperate to get his mouth in place to catch the stream and start swallowing. Professor Irwin moved himself around, lifting his shaft up and pointing it higher, watching as the fox corrected his position each time the urine didn't end up inside him. While the dragon had made small changes so far, he suddenly jerked his cock straight downward, resulting in Jacob throwing himself across the floor on his back and scooting underneath the stream.

"You see? He'll do anything for my piss, and he's getting rather into it too," the professor said with a nod, gesturing toward the fox's growing erection. Once Jacob's paw started going toward it, however, the professor rather firmly kicked the side of Jacob's head. "No jerking off, whore. We're the ones that cum around here. You cum, and you'll never taste my piss again," he demanded, and Jacob's paw shot back to his side in an instant.

The professor remained silent for a little while longer, simply letting the last of his bladder drain into Jacob's mouth, watching as gulps moved down the fox's throat one by one. The last few droplets, as much as the fox tried, simply ended up adorning the fur on his face. Almost sure of what was coming next, the dragon simply watched as Jacob realized no more was coming and set about doing everything possible to guzzle down what didn't end up inside. The fox immediately started lapping at his fur, but quickly realized more had spilled on the ground than he could get from himself. He turned over onto all fours, sucking up every drop of liquid he could get his muzzle on. Before he could finish, however, the professor spoke once more.

"That's enough, Jacob. Forget about your piss devotion and kneel again," the dragon said simply, watching as Jacob knelt back up in the remaining puddle of urine on the floor, looking up attentively.

"You see? I didn't have to tell him to lick the floor like that, or to throw himself forward to catch it the way he did. He wanted to - it probably physically hurt him to know he wasn't actually drinking every last bit of it. I will add though, that it depends exactly on what you want out of your slut. We teach this class to first year students though because a majority of you want to be able to basically program your fetishes into a fox like this who'll carry them out with the utmost devotion, and for some reason it doesn't click for students that random guys aren't just going to be the most energetic, submissive lovers simply because they're under your control. You don't give them mind-reading powers, so they don't know exactly what you want out of them," he explained, pausing for a moment to see the nodding of the students around him.

"For the remainder of the time, I'm going to raise the stakes a bit, but potentially make it more fun as well. Rather than continuing to humiliate you all one by one, let's do a group project. I'll give you five minutes, as a team, to come up with an order to give Jacob here. It can be as long as you want, but you get one order for the remainder of the class. Let's see how much of a willing slut you can turn him into," the professor finished, stepping back from the ring and letting the conversation commence.

Almost immediately, the discussion started. Everyone was ready to get to work, and the sooner they had something planned out, the sooner they could get to fucking the fox. While Professor Irwin did listen to the discussion, there was another aspect of it he was particularly interested in. These assignments typically started out civil, with students genuinely wanting the most pleasurable experience they could get. When disagreements started though, they inevitably devolved into the students trying to use their powers on each other to get their way. The faculty was always on alert for the more gifted students, either to mentor or potentially to bring onto the staff itself after their graduation.

As expected, soon enough two students started quickly fighting it out, eventually locking eyes with one another. The stalemate lasted about ten seconds before one quickly won out, with one dragon now grinning broadly and one with a blank expression on his face. Before things got too heated, Professor Irwin stepped back in.

"Don't take it too far. You know you're stronger, so if you want to abuse him after class, fine. Right now, we're focused on the fox though, and don't forget you still have a command to give. We all need to learn here, and he can't do that if he's under your spell, weak as he is."

"Ugh, fine..." the victor groaned - Dave, Professor Irwin thought he heard the name as during the fights - shaking his head and releasing his classmate. He was clearly annoyed he wouldn't get to abuse the dragon as well, but complied for now. The conquered dragon shook his head a bit, quickly realizing what had happened and backing down, remaining silent. The stronger one stepped up to the fox, already stroking his shaft over the vulpine's face.

"Seeing as I have the power here, let's do this. Fox," he started, already forgetting Jacob's name, "We're going to set you up as a multi-service station. I want you to be the world's most devoted toilet whore. You have two main objectives. Your first and foremost is to swallow our waste - all of it. Your second is to get us all off in any way you can. Got it?" he asked, not expecting an answer. Without waiting, he stepped forward and pushed the fox down onto his back, squatting over top of Jacob's head.

The rest of the class wasn't far behind, pushing and shoving their way in. Hypnosis battles quickly broke out and resolved themselves, and soon the four strongest students were surrounding the fox. One had Jacob's legs up in the air and was positioned at his tailhole, two had their cocks taken care of by Jacob's paws, and of course one was preparing to feed the fox his first solid meal of the day. The remaining students were relegated to the audience, waiting their turn.

Rippling noises echoed through the room from above Jacob's head, blasting the stink straight up his nostrils. Taking to his role naturally, the fox opened up and pressed his lips firmly against the hole above him, making sure every last bit of his meal hit its target. He didn't have to wait long; almost as soon as he got in position, his job started. The first rather solid log of waste barreled out and across his tongue, stuffing Jacob's cheeks full of the mess.

The toilet fox had gotten to work even before his muzzle was full, mashing up the shit the second it entered his maw. His tongue pressed into the muck, and while an unhypnotized Jacob would have vomited the second the gas entered his nose, this compliant version was already taking his first gulp. Shit squished between Jacob's teeth and into every crevice of his muzzle, already sticking itself in areas that he would taste for days to come, and that was before the others had even had their turn.

Even with his first taker, however, Jacob was quickly unable to keep up with the flow. Rather than trying to enjoy the experience as a loyal slut would have done, he obeyed his first goal - to swallow it all. His lips stayed firmly pressed against the hole, and while he chewed when he could, the sheer force of the waste was just cramming itself down the fox's throat.

Simultaneously, while Jacob's sewer gut was being used, the rest of his body was far from still. The dragon at his tailhole had quickly gotten to work, barely having to push to slip inside the fox at this point. Leftover cum from previous encounters smoothed the way, quickly resulting in the sound of balls slapping ass over and over.

Off to each side, Jacob's paws were quickly sliding up and down two rather large lengths. It wasn't the best setup as neither cock was small enough for the fox to completely fit his paw around it, but it was better than having to stand and jerk your own off while watching. Pre slid up and down the lengths as the vulpine worked them up and down, satisfying three guys at once while getting his first lunch from the fourth.

If the size of the meal was any indication, Jacob was going to be swollen by the end of this session. Log after log of nauseatingly horrendous waste graced the fox's tongue with their recycled flavors, quickly piling up inside his gut. All effort on Jacob's side had basically stopped by this point - Dave was practically forcing his head into the ground by sitting on it, and the excrement couldn't avoid his mouth even if Jacob tried. His jaw was pried open by the giant ass feeding it, though he certainly wasn't in a position to complain.

While the dragon certainly would have preferred his bowel movement last longer, eventually it did finally come to an end. Before Jacob could even swallow the last mouthful he had, however, the rather dominant male repositioned himself on all fours, cock pointing down at Jacob's mouth. Dave immediately started thrusting it inside, forcing it through the waste and pushing what was left down the fox's esophagus. It didn't take long for his orgasm to hit with the teasing so far during the class and the nasty stimulation, and with a rather pleased roar, Dave started unloading his jizz straight into Jacob's gut - a horrible frosting for the shit cake he'd just devoured.

Jacob readily accepted every bit of it from both directions at once. As the shaft in his throat started spurting, the show clearly set off the male in his ass as well. Just as the first orgasm died, the second started rocketing up through his bowels, absolutely flooding them with cum. Jets of it even managed to force their way back out alongside the shaft embedded deep within it, something that wouldn't have been even thinkable in Jacob's tighter days.

As the two orgasms finished, most had expected the one at Jacob's mouth to move away so that others could take their dumps. Dave remained in position though, keeping his shaft shoved deep down Jacob's throat. As soon as he could will his erection down enough, he started pissing. The fox barely had to do anything, just keep his mouth still around the giant length holding it open. He could feel the flood entering his stomach though, nicely giving him another warm drink to accompany his lunch.

Soon enough that too finished, and the repositioning finally happened. Dave finally stepped away, and the one that had just used his tailhole took his place at the fox's mouth. No sooner had he gotten there than he started shitting, quickly making use of the class toilet. One of the dragons using Jacob's paw took over the tailhole abusing duties, while the strongest of the remaining audience members finally stepped up and took his place between Jacob's fingers.

As the new foursome of dragons got to work on the fox, Dave took a second to catch his breath. He walked over toward the professor, who was casually leaning against his desk and idly stroking to the action in front of him. The student looked rather proud as he watched the mass of bodies all pointed toward Jacob in one way or another, further putting the fox in his place.

"I did pretty damn good then," the student said smugly, crossing his arms. He glanced down over himself with pride, seeing his shaft still half-erect and absolutely covered with his own waste.

"If you wanted a toilet and nothing more, sure," the professor said simply. "Did you feel his tongue on your ass?"

"No? Wasn't exactly a lot of room in there with all the shit he was scarfing down," the student scoffed, looking angrily toward his superior.

"During, sure. I wouldn't expect anything less. Before and after though, it's not like he wiped you clean. A properly eager slut would have had his tongue up your ass in anticipation as well, trying to suck the first log out on his own," the professor explained, not even bothering to look over, purely focusing on the fox.

"Oh please, you're just jealous you didn't get in on the action first, old man."

"You really think I couldn't have gone first? You think I couldn't overpower all of you?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. Look at me bitch, and submit!"

"Alright, your funeral," the professor said simply, finally turning to face the student. Within just a few seconds, Professor Irwin was left in control, and the student was helplessly looking in his direction.

"Lick your cock clean," the command was given, knowing it would keep the arrogant amateur busy for a while. Professor Irwin spared no more thought than that, turning his attention back to the gangbang occurring in front of him.

Dave quickly ended up on the floor, bent over into a ball. He had hold of his shaft, desperately trying to bring it closer and closer to his muzzle. He could lick the first few inches of it, collecting the smudges of his own waste and gulping them down. Despite being physically incapable of reaching the rest of it, it didn't stop him from trying, effectively rendering the student useless until Professor Irwin relinquished control.

While the official class period had long since ended, no one seemed intent on leaving. Students were still making use of Jacob, and they weren't even halfway through. It seemed with the pent up excitement combined with the group show, students were getting off quicker and quicker. Jacob's ass was practically a river of cum less than fifteen minutes after they'd all gotten started, and it was anyone's guess whether his stomach was bulging out more from that or all the waste he'd guzzled down.

While the excitement let the students get off quickly inside Jacob's ass, it didn't speed up his toilet duties. By the time everyone had used his ass once, Jacob was still only on his fifth meal. This one was much easier to swallow than the rest though, as the diarrhea assaulting his mouth rather easily flowed down his throat. It was rather start and stop, making it take longer than expected. Every time the dragon thought his bowels were empty and was about to get up, another surge of chunky diarrheal soup rushed forth and joined the ever-growing pool inside Jacob.

Watching the rather messy meal, however, excited a number of the students over again. While some of the weaker ones were still taking their turns emptying their bladders and bowels down the accommodating esophagus, the second round of assaults on Jacob's ass started. When all was said and done, nearly twenty loads of dragon jizz found their way inside the fox in one way or another, and ten loads of varying sizes, colors, tastes, and textures of shit and piss formed Jacob's lunch. The vulpine's gut was massive at this point, looking as if he were a few months past the point where he should have given birth. As the last student stepped away, Professor Irwin finally rejoined the group and smiled, somehow having resisted his orgasm up until this point.

"Everyone had fun?" he asked with a grin, watching as a lot of exhausted nodding occurred around him. "Good! There'll be a lot more of that to come. As I said, next class, you're all responsible for bringing your own sluts. I trust you'll be able to find them on your own - we accepted plenty this year. We've got a lot of work to do, as even though you had fun there, I'm sure most of you at least realize this," he paused, tapping his foot against the shit-covered muzzle of Jacob, "wasn't really participating a whole lot - you were more just using him. We'll teach you how to do it right, but as a warning, if you do decide to challenge me, well...you'll end up like him," Professor Irwin said, pointing over at Dave who was still engaged in the futile effort of licking his own shaft clean. The class erupted in laughter as they finally noticed the helpless dragon, but the warning nonetheless sunk in.

"Class dismissed, and Jacob, you can forget your orders now. Just lie there for the moment," Professor Irwin instructed, walking back over toward Dave as the rest of the students filed out. Nearly everyone was still covered in varying degrees of cum, shit, and piss, all chatting about the experience they'd just shared.

"Dave, you can stop now," the professor instructed, releasing his hold on the student.

Dave immediately stopped, tongue pressed against the head of his shaft, and blinked. Panicking for a second, he immediately scrambled back to his footpaws, cock still covered mostly in shit.

"Didn't do a very good job, did you?" Professor Irwin joked.

"Fuck you, man! You can't just hypnotize me like that!"

"Like you wanted to do to me? Besides, what're you going to do about it?"

"I'll...I'll..." Dave stammered, pissed off beyond words but unable to come up with a legitimate threat.

"You'll do nothing. Now get out of my sight, and think twice before you try taking on faculty again. You're lucky I only made you eat your shit; I could've made you eat mine. Or worse, I could make you forget you're a hypnotist at all. I could make you sluttier than Jacob over there, bent over in the middle of campus for all to use and enjoy. And I'd make you enjoy it too, going from the arrogant sack of shit you are now to a worthless, helpless little fucktoy. Got it?" Professor Irwin finished, all with a smile on his face.

Dave shouted in response, unable to find anything else to do with his anger, and stormed off. He slammed the door of the classroom behind him, leaving Professor Irwin to simply chuckle. "It's always fun dealing with the cocky ones...they always fall so hard," he said to himself, finally walking back over toward Jacob.

The fox was a hell of a sight. Before he'd joined the university, he was a virgin. Now, he was lying in a puddle of jizz that covered half the floor of the classroom, and all of it was inside his ass at one point. His stomach still stretched amazingly far, and the professor did have to appreciate that the only visible waste he could see was on Jacob's lips - he did do a good job of scarfing it all down.

Before giving the fox any orders, he silently stepped over top of the fox and squatted down above the mountain of a stomach Jacob now sported. With a grunt, he finally began releasing his own waste, the humongous logs curling around atop each other. Shit crackled and splattered as it mixed into the fox's fur, weighing down heavily on the gut beneath. Logs piled on, each one softer than the last, until the final few squished messily atop the others. After the last few nuggets fell out of the professor's ass, he stepped back and admired the ever-dirtier fox.

Deciding to make things a bit messier, he stepped forward a bit and lifted one of his footpaws, pressing it down into the pile. He let out a sigh of appreciation as he felt his own waste squish between his toes, wiggling them in the muck. The dragon dragged it up and down over Jacob's torso, completely painting it a deep brown, only stopping when the last of the white fur he could see was covered up.

Finally, as he moved back behind the fox and hoisted he fox's legs up, he spoke once more. "Jacob, I want you to think of me as your master, and for you to be my loving, loyal toilet pet. You'd do anything to please me, but pleasing me also pleases you as well. You're rather proud of how nasty you are, eating nothing but the shit and piss of myself and my fellow dragons to survive. You happily accept my cock any way you can get it. All of this gives you purpose and arouses you to no end, to the point where you enjoy this just as much as I do, if not more," he instructed, giving the fox as much purpose as he could.

As soon as the instructions ended, Jacob finally picked his head up out of the puddle of jizz for the first time in almost ten minutes. The back of his headfur was completely soaked, but he paid it no mind. As he laid eyes on the dragon now slipping into his tailhole, he could only offer up a warm smile. "Thank you, master," he said softly, reaching a paw to his stomach and collecting a few of the rather large chunks of waste left, starting to lap them off his paw.

"You're welcome, Jacob," Professor Irwin replied, nodding to Jacob as he hilted himself in the fox's ass. He took it slow, wanting to enjoy the experience more than the newer students who were treating the fox simply as a hole to fuck and shit in.

"Mmm...Your shit always tastes amazing, sir..." the fox moaned, sucking a couple of his fingers clean. "What did you eat today?"

"Hmm...I haven't gone since last night, so there's some steak and potatoes in there...some eggs and bacon from breakfast as well," the dragon remembered, slowly rolling his hips as his shaft sank in and out of Jacob's hole.

"You're a great cook. It's still delicious the second time around, and I'm sure it'll be even better the third time..." the fox continued, still scraping shit from his chest and into his muzzle, sucking on it and admiring the flavor before finally swallowing it.

"I bet it'll taste a bit different next time; I'm going to make sure you're licking it off my cock," the dragon said with a grin, bending over top of Jacob a bit more and picking up the pace a bit, now feeling his balls lightly slapping against the furry cheeks.

"I wouldn't have it any other way. I get fucked by such a giant cock, and get to eat my favorite meal off it after," Jacob said through his mouthful, spraying a few bits of waste back out and across his stomach.

Professor Irwin just smiled, continuing his long-overdue fuck. A part of him was still disappointed that he wasn't the one to claim Jacob's virginity, but he knew it wasn't going to be the last time the two of them did things like this. It wouldn't always be in this setting either - right now he was feeling rather generous with the fox, but in the future he might be more aggressive, even choosing to make Jacob believe he was being raped. It was one of the glories of hypnosis - you could set up whatever scenario you were in the mood for at the time and have someone perfectly play it out if you knew how to treat them.

The pair carried on for a bit, Jacob moaning out through mouthfuls of waste, and Professor Irwin happily sinking his shaft into the well-used tailhole. As fun as the session was, having been jerking off throughout the entire gangbang had the dragon riled up, and he could only hold back for so long. He eventually roared out, adding his seed to the sea of spooge flooding Jacob's bowels, barely noticeable among the copious loads the fox had received.

Sensing the throbbing shaft inside his ass, Jacob felt an immense wave of pleasure overtake him knowing he was able to get his 'master' off. Neither of them had even realized it, but Jacob was erect as well, and feeling the orgasm inside him triggered his own. A comparatively small load ended up on his stomach, though it didn't stay there long as it was wiped up with the smeared waste and gobbled down.

Professor Irwin lay there resting for a moment, smiling down at Jacob, panting softly as he enjoyed the post-orgasmic bliss. The fox maintained eye contact, still heavily breathing himself, but never once stopped enjoying his meal, staying true to his programming. Despite having been wiping up the waste for a while now, there was still more, and Jacob was enjoying every second of it. Not wanting the fox to get too clean, however, the dragon eventually stopped him.

"Jacob...you can stop eating now," he said with a gasp. "You're insanely hot, you know that? You have no idea, and won't even remember when you leave here. I still want you to think of me as 'master' rather than a professor, but beyond that, I want you to forget everything we did here today, or any changes to your personality or desires. Beyond that, you're free to go," the dragon said, pulling out and walking back over to the desk, cock dripping the entire way and one of his footpaws leaving shitty footprints to mark his trail. After getting back there, he finally dropped his control over the fox.

It was an interesting experience to watch Jacob wake up. The fox blinked a bit, twisting his head around and observing his surroundings. Had the orientation training not still been in his mind, he'd have seen his professor covered in shit and cum, noticed his entire swollen gut covered in waste, and the massive puddle of jizz he was still laying in. As it was, all he could tell was that he felt a mixture of pain and discomfort. His body was physically exhausted from enduring the countless fucks today, and his throat was bruised from the forceful feeding he'd endured.

Jacob trying to stand could have been a comedy act all on its own. He tried to sit up, but his massive stomach got in his way, sending him back down into the puddle with a splash. He groaned and eventually had to force himself to roll over, though the pressure on his gut didn't bode well for Jacob. It forced a rather loud, rippling burst of flatulence to echo out, sending cum spraying everywhere behind him. When the gas subsided, he used his paws to push himself back up onto his knees first. In his act of rolling over he'd managed to cover his front in jizz as well, completely coating him in dragon seed. Jacob soon managed to struggle back onto his footpaws, awkwardly waddling toward the door and grabbing his backpack on the way. His memory had been wiped from when he'd gotten undressed, and while he realized the clothes next to his bag looked like his, he couldn't grasp that he was naked and assumed they were someone else's. As Jacob finally left the room, Professor Irwin could only watch, feeling his erection stiffen once more as he watched the leftover jizz still very visibly running down Jacob's legs.

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The next twenty-four hours were a very strange period of time for Jacob. His body was still processing all the waste it was given, and while his friends went off to dinner later that night, the thought of eating any more made Jacob sick. Every time the fox sat or laid down, a jolt of pain went through him from putting additional pressure on his abused hole. When he got up, it was always confusing to him how he seemed to be stuck to the chair. In all his later classes and when walking between them, he only felt worse with the additional looks he was getting.

His exhaustion didn't spare him from his nightly encounters either - two dragon friends had decided to share the fox that night, stuffing him even more full than he already was. With the size of his lunch as well, Jacob had been able to provide an extremely large and messy amount of lube for the pair, practically shitting nonstop throughout both of their turns on his ass. Neither of them thought to tell Jacob to clean his room afterward either, resulting in the fox now having one of the most disgusting beds on campus. He still slept in the mess, and while he did shower naturally the next morning, it certainly wasn't enough to fix the stink.

It wasn't until the next day around lunchtime that the fox finally started feeling a bit more normal again, and after having gotten out of class without being kept behind by the professor, he and one of his friends had decided to hit the dining hall for lunch.

"Man, I'm starving, wonder what they have," Noah said, the rabbit happily licking his lips as they entered the dining hall. While the lapine wasn't in nearly as bad a shape as the fox was, it was clear that he'd been abused as well. The rabbit's clothes were in just as bad a shape as Jacob's were, and both males still had rather clear shit smudges around their lips.

"Can't say I'm starving, but I can definitely eat. Haven't had anything since...a couple days ago, I guess," Jacob said pensively, not remembering the veritable buffet he'd had the day before.

"Damn dude, we've got to get some food in you!" Noah said excitedly, playfully rubbing Jacob's still-swollen gut. "Big guy like you needs to eat!"

"Big guy?" Jacob said confused, looking down at himself. "Oh yeah..." he soon followed with softly. He had a vague memory of not having quite the gut before, but dismissed it as potentially a memory of his younger days.

"Hey, no shame in it," Noah said encouragingly. "You're still cool."

"Thanks. Hey, you mind if we stop and head to the bathroom before we eat? I know I haven't had much, but damn if I don't have to piss..." Jacob asked.

"Sure, I could go myself," Noah said in agreeance, the pair quickly heading toward the bathrooms near the building's entrance.

The two luckily saw the room empty when they got in there, and cleaner than they'd expect a public restroom to be. As the males positioned themselves at the pair of urinals in the room, they quickly fished their cocks out and started letting loose, both sighing in relief as they started voiding their bladders. Very soon after they started, however, the door to the bathroom burst open, with a rather large dragon storming in.

"Oh thank god, I thought this was going to be another empty one... I swear, you guys are hard to find some days," he said quickly, looking over at Jacob and Noah. Both turned around, confused, and looked at the intruder. Not another word was said, however, before the dragon put them both under. Jacob quickly succumbed, and Noah soon followed. The pair had forgotten what they were doing, and despite having turned around to face the dragon now, they'd not stopped pissing. Both their streams splattered over the floor in front of them, though no one really paid them any mind.

"Good...now, rabbit, you've got a smaller mouth, so you're going to drink my piss. Fox, that leaves you on shit duty. Get to my ass and start eating," he said simply, walking forward and standing next to the two, waiting for the pair to get busy.

Noah was quickest to take up his task with the dragon's cock already facing him. He simply knelt into the growing puddle he was making and took the tip of the shaft between his lips, ignoring the flavors of leftover shit and cum from the dragon's previous fucks. Almost instantly, his muzzle was blasted with acrid, golden urine, which he promptly started guzzling down.

In the back, Jacob nearly missed the start of his duties. With how quickly Noah got to his, the dragon had really let himself go, not paying attention to whether the fox was in place. The first log was already poking out of the dragon's ass before Jacob could get his muzzle around it, sucking it out and chomping it down. He soon took up his responsibilities as well, finally swallowing his first mouthful of feces and going back in for more.

The dragon sighed with pleasure as he used the pair of toilets, feeling an immense sense of relief wash over him as both wastes left his body at once. Deciding to dirty things up a bit more, he tacked another order onto their meal instructions. "Boys, don't let me have all the fun. I interrupted you while you were busy, keep going. I'm sure you both still had to take a shit, no? Let it out!"

While both males kept up their toilet duties, they quickly obeyed and started adding their own mess to the mix. The crackling sound increased in the room as all three males were now shitting, though two loads were filling pants rather than mouths. Both Jacob and Noah were filling the seat of their trousers with their own waste, feeling it squish against their ass in the tight space. It didn't stop them though, and even with as much as Jacob had pushed out as lube the previous night, there was still a ton more in him. While Noah had stopped relatively quickly, leaving him with brown-stained pants and a nice bulge in the back, Jacob was far from done. His pants had swollen immensely, and shit was forcing itself anywhere it could go. The fox could even feel it coming around to the front, covering his cock and balls in the mess. It flooded up over his waistband and around his stomach, all while continuing to flow down his legs as well.

The dragon above simply inhaled happily, sensing the additional stink entering the room. He'd finally stopped pissing, but took the opportunity to start thrusting into Noah's throat. He didn't give the rabbit any further instructions, choosing to simply use him to get off quickly. Jacob, meanwhile, was still busy on both ends. For every log of waste that went down his throat, another left his ass. It was a contest to see who could produce more, and in the end, Jacob won. As the fox lapped over the hole to collect the last of his meal, he was still pushing out a good bit of his own waste. It was a miracle his pants hadn't exploded, and his whole legs were now coated in brown with a good amount on the bathroom floor around him.

While Jacob finished up, the dragon continued focusing on the rabbit's throat, thrusting into it a few more times and eventually shooting down it, completely filling the lapine's stomach with his liquid lunch. Wordlessly, after he regained his breath, the dragon simply removed his shaft and walked out of the bathroom, releasing the males he thought of as nothing more than convenient toilets.

Both Noah and Jacob shook their heads as they quickly regained consciousness, looking at each other for a moment.

"So...lunch?" Jacob started, belching his shit-scented breath back up.

Noah, confused, tilted his head. "Lunch? I'm stuffed dude, there's no way I could eat right now."

"But...I thought we came here to get lunch?"

"No, we just stopped in here to run to the bathroom, and we did."

"I...guess you're right..." Jacob said slowly, realizing he wasn't hungry anymore. Neither of the males stopped to question why they were kneeling, let alone the new tastes they had in their muzzles. "But...wait, why are we in the dining hall then? There was a closer bathroom to physics we just got out of..."

"I don't know, man, we just went for a walk. You didn't ask to go until we got close to here," Noah said, finally standing up.

"You don't find any of this weird?" Jacob finally asked. "It feels like I can't always explain where I am, or what I was doing...I've always got something that feels off, but I can never put my paw on it. Do you know what I mean?"

Noah just looked at Jacob like he was crazy. "I...really don't, dude. Should go talk to the dean about it though, he told us at orientation to go talk to him if we ever had any problems."

"I...yeah, I guess I should..." Jacob said slowly, scratching the back of his neck and finally standing up himself. "I'll go do that now..."

"Alright, you've got my number, text me if you figure out...whatever the hell's going on with you Jacob," Noah said, slightly concerned, before leaving the bathroom himself.

Jacob sighed, unsure of exactly what he wanted to do right now. He didn't want to admit he was weak, but he really couldn't say he'd been enjoying his time here so far. Maybe talking to the dean really would solve things. Still doubting himself but not seeing another good option outside of suffering, he finally shuffled off and headed toward the main office on campus.

The more Jacob thought on his way there, the more he realized he was probably doing the right thing. Even as he tried to articulate his problems in his head, he realized he couldn't do it and probably needed help. His nerves flared up as he finally approached the dean's office, but as debilitating as they were, he overcame them and knocked.

"Come in," a deep voice boomed from within.

Wordlessly, Jacob turned the handle and walked inside, smiling weakly up at the dean.

"Well hello there," the dragon said, very interested in what the fox was doing here, already feeling his cock jump just from looking at him. The fox had very clearly been used, as fresh shit stains were around his muzzle. He hadn't even put his cock away after pissing either, and each step Jacob took into the office shook a bit more excrement from within his pants and onto the ground behind him. "Who might you be?" the dean asked, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

"Jacob," the fox said quietly, moving to take the offered seat. As he sat down, a rather loud squelch echoed out as the fresh waste was pressed even more firmly against his ass. Neither one acknowledged it, but the dragon could clearly feel his shaft pressing against the underside of his desk.

"Nice to meet you, Jacob. I'm Dean Woodward, but if you want, you can call me Woody," the dragon said warmly. "What brings you to my office today?"

"I, uh..." the fox started, unsure of what to say next. The dragon stayed silent though, giving Jacob the time he needed, though he did slip a paw underneath his desk to start slowly stroking his length. "I guess I just don't know how to explain it. I've felt...kind of uncomfortable since I got here. I get a lot of weird looks from other students...and sometimes I don't know what I was doing. I swear I was about to go to lunch with my friend...but then all of a sudden, he didn't know what I was talking about, and neither of us felt hungry anymore. I felt horrible all day yesterday too. In the morning I was fine, but then after Professor Irwin's math class, I felt...I don't know. Uncomfortable, in pain, everything. I don't know what happened, and I want to enjoy my time here, but..." the fox trailed off, unsure of how to end his frustrated rambling.

As the vulpine talked, the dragon leaned in closer, interested, even pausing his masturbation to focus for a bit. "You say after Professor Irwin's class? Well, at the very least, let me send him a quick text to come over as soon as he can so we can see if anything weird happened in that time," the dragon paused, grabbing his phone and hitting a few buttons before setting it back down. "Now, about this weirdness, this is interesting. Did you go to orientation, by any chance? We do require it of all of our students."

"...Yes," Jacob said slowly, unsure of what this had to do with anything.

"Good, good, just checking," the dragon said, though it was now his turn to be confused. "And you paid attention the entire time? Answer me honestly."

Jacob was set to say that he paid full attention, but the dragon's last statement put him off. "Honestly...no, I fell asleep pretty early...I don't think I woke up until after it was done..." he replied, pausing for a moment. "What just happened there?" he wondered aloud. "I felt...I felt like I had to give you that answer..." he said softly.

Dean Woodward had an expression of mild surprise and interest on his face, truly fascinated. "Interesting...I've never had a student sleep during orientation before. I mean, they've tried, but the staff always wakes them up. This is most intriguing, to see the effects it had on you..."

"Sorry...effects?" Jacob asked, still unsure of what was going on.

The dean laughed. "Pardon me, Jacob, I just realized something absolutely amazing. Whether you know it or not, you've really helped further the research we do here at Timothy Rance University. I suppose I owe you now - why don't I tell you what's really going on here, and why you feel the way you do?"

Jacob sat up a bit, very confused but also wanting to know what was happening to him. "Yes, please!"

"Well, to do that, I think I'll have to do some poking around first, otherwise you won't actually be able to understand me..." he said, pausing for a moment to take over the fox's mind. "Now, I want you to forget everything I told you at orientation. I want you to have the personality back that you had when you first joined the university. I want you back to being the same old Jacob you were before you even interviewed with us," he said, soon releasing the fox's mind right after.

Almost immediately, a fog was lifted. Jacob could see the world for what it was, and he hated it. He immediately realized just how sore his body was, having been abused so much. The next thing that hit him was the taste of his lunch, with the fresh feces still adorning his tongue. The scent hit him soon after, and the feeling of his own waste flooding his pants not long after that. Before he could even get a word out, Jacob promptly leaned to the side and started vomiting.

"What...what the fuck's going on here?" Jacob cried as he stood up, struggling to do so between his heaves.

"First, sit down," the dragon said firmly. Despite every fiber of his body wanting to leave, the fox felt compelled to sit, and soon felt the waste spreading across his ass again. "Now, your question has a rather long answer, and I intend to answer it fully. You'll be the only non-dragon to know this information, but I don't think that'll be a problem. Besides, it'll be a nice reward for the research you've done."

"What research?!" the fox screamed, trying his best to stop throwing up the excrement he'd eaten for lunch.

"Tell me, do you know why we call this place Timothy Rance University?" the dean asked.

"What the fuck does that have to do with anything?!?!" Jacob yelled, increasingly annoyed.

"Patience, toilet. I'm getting to that," the dragon said with a grin. "Now, you might have heard the stories when you joined about Timothy being a great hero in the late 1800s, setting up the university with his wealth and power to become on of the most influential in the world. The truth is, that's all bullshit. Timothy never existed, and the university's only about thirty years old. Look at the name, and you get a clue. Timothy Rance. T Rance. Trance. This university is here to train students in the art of hypnosis. My name's not even Woodward, come to think of it - I just like being called Woody."

Jacob sat silent for a moment, still steaming but extremely confused. "What? Hypnosis is bullshit! It's a story idiots make up on the news for why they did some insane thing," the fox said incredulously.

The dragon's grin only grew. "That's exactly what we want you to think. I founded this university soon after I finished my college years, realizing there was nowhere for people like me to hone our skills. Hypnosis is a skill innate to dragons, and only a small portion of us at that. Think about it - when's the last time we've had a president who wasn't a dragon, or how many CEOs of the world's biggest companies aren't dragons?"

The fox paused for a moment to think. It was true - the last four presidents had all been dragons, and just about every tech company was led by one. "But...but...if it's true, why aren't you president then? If you're so good at it, shouldn't you be in charge?"

"Good question. You see, I view power like that to be...shall we say, limited. I knew that if I went that route, sure I might be visibly powerful, but who would come after me? I created this place to be where the strongest hypnotists in the world resided, and the ones you see out there in the world are around the middle in terms of power. The stronger ones remain here on staff, coaching the next generation to use their powers to the fullest. In a sense, I control the direction the entire world will take in the future by building its leaders here."

"Okay...but all this doesn't explain how fucking disgusting I am right now, or why I'm even here. I'm not a dragon, much less a hypnotist, so... what the fuck?" The normally articulate fox exclaimed.

"That's a much more...fun question, shall we say," Dean Woodward started, finally standing up from behind the desk. He revealed his gargantuan erection, now dripping pre onto his desk as he resumed stroking it, milking more out of the tip. "As I'm sure you can imagine, when you have full control over someone, it's very easy for that control to become...sexual. I'm gay, as you can imagine, and so this is an all-male university. In terms of why you're here, I tend to prefer smaller guys as my victims, and the other dragons do as well. We actually send out a survey at the end of each year to determine what species the dragons want the most of next year, and we just bring in the smartest students we can find that fit those species."

"So...wait, you bring in a bunch of gay hypnotist dragons with toilet fetishes, let them pick what species they want to fuck, and bait the rest of us in here just to serve as their fuck toys?!"

"Not exactly, but close," the dragon replied, still stroking himself. "We search out hypnotist dragons, at any rate. I'm the one who originally had a toilet fetish, and preferred guys. I've yet to meet another dragon with stronger powers than me, so all the others you've interacted with have been given the same mindset I have. We transform them once we confirm their hypnosis to turn them into dominant, shit-loving sex fiends. You're not the only ones we hypnotize around here, even the dragon students do it to each other constantly in a power struggle. It's how we know who the stronger ones are to keep around, but as I mentioned, since no one's been able to outdo me, I can easily keep whoever I want on staff and give people whatever mindsets I want."

"That's...that's so fucked up!" The fox spat, brown saliva landing on the floor. "Why would you do that?"

The dragon just shrugged. "When I was younger, I heard the phrase 'be the change you want to see in the world'. I have the power to be that change, so...why not use it? I want dragons in power, and I want to see homosexuality, sex in general, and nastiness more normalized. What better way to do it?"

"But the rest of us don't want it!" Jacob snapped.

"You do after I tell you you do," the dragon simply replied. "Is it really that bad if you actually do have fun at the end of the day?"

"Yes! You rob us of our choice! I liked girls before I came here, and now I can't even fucking close my ass!" Jacob retorted. The dragon only grinned more at that, starting to jerk off a bit faster now. "And stop fucking jerking off, you pervert!" Jacob yelled, quickly picking up on it.

"I don't think so. And I want you to stop complaining, and stop being so emotional about this," Dean Woodward said simply, deciding to tone down the fox's attitude. "I'll answer any questions, but not if you're that uppity."

Jacob could feel his emotions draining from him, replaced with mild annoyance and logical thought. "Fine," Jacob said, instantly calmer. "I'm not under hypnosis right now, right? Why do I have to obey what you say?"

"Another good question. I really must commend our scouting team, they do bring in some intelligent sluts for us," the dragon said warmly. "It's a power I've yet to identify in any others. While some dragons can make you feel the way they want you to with their words, it falls short of direct control. They can influence, but a strong enough target can still resist. No one can resist when I say to do something - it's like hypnosis, but the victim is fully aware of what's going on, though they can't actually stop it."

"That sounds worse, like you're trapped in your own mind," Jacob replied, powerless to be outraged.

"I suppose," the dean replied. "Though at the start of this, you did ask what research. You sleeping during orientation informed me of how that very power works on a victim who's not conscious. The rest of the students were under a full blast of my hypnosis, but you seemed to get a lesser effect of it. It's good to know that I can influence even a sleeping person, but that I can't expect it to have the full effect unless someone's wide awake. And for that, I thank you," he paused, bowing slightly, only to be interrupted by the door to the office opening and closing quickly.

"Professor Irwin! Welcome, I was just telling Jacob here about our university's history," the blue dragon informed, gesturing toward Jacob.

"Good to see you again Woody, Jacob," the green dragon replied, already grinning as he saw the dean masturbating in front of the shit-covered fox. "I take it he's under?"

"No, Cory, he's not," Woody replied. "Jacob here came to me feeling strange, and I found out he was sleeping during orientation. I've made him sit down and not get outraged at least so we could talk about it calmly, but while he couldn't tell exactly what was happening to him, he knew something was up. So, I told him."

"Interesting...Let me guess, you called me here because he mentioned feeling weird after my class one day?"

"As a matter of fact, he did. Do you mind telling me and Jacob what actually happened that day?"

"Sure," the green dragon replied, Cory now gripping his own growing shaft as he remembered it. "It was the first time I taught my batch of this year's hypnosis students, and like usual, I hadn't told them to bring their own sluts yet, so I picked Jacob to share as I taught them. There's eleven of us total, ten students and myself, and every single one of us shat down his throat, pissed down it, and came at least once in his foxy ass, most twice."

"Sounds about right for a first lesson," Woody replied, stroking himself even quicker now as well. Had Jacob had the ability to be shocked, he would have been, but his emotions had been for the most part removed by Woody. "Now, Jacob, since you know the truth about what's going on here, and I did mention I owed you for your services to our research, I think it's time I actually come through with that. You see, we can't have you blabbing on about what you've learned today, but I do rather like the idea of a personal assistant I can fuck and talk about these things with. From today forward, you're going to live with me and be my personal pet."

"Your instructions are as follows. First and foremost, you will not talk about anything you've learned about the truth of this university without my explicit permission, and to no one unless I've specifically said you can talk to them about it. You'll remember it all, but you'll be fully in favor of it. You will encourage the acts I've told you about, and we will scheme ways to spread our influence even further together."

"And now for the fun parts - your first and foremost goal is to be a loyal pet, and to do what I ask without question. You will feel pride when you carry out my orders, and pleasure when you bring the same to me. The majority of your duties will be sexual. You will crave dragon cock, feeling true happiness only when one is inside you. In the event that I'm not available, or do not require your services, you will offer yourself to the other faculty, student body, or any other dragon that will have you. They may hypnotize you or not as needed, but none of their orders supersede these. You will service them in the ways that they desire, which may vary depending on who is using you at the time."

"Your other important responsibility will be to be a toilet for any male wishing to use you. You will receive no other nourishment, and you will subsist off of our piss and shit. You will desire it more than anything else, feeling shame when even the slightest amount of it doesn't end up inside your mouth. No matter how full you are, in the event that piss or shit presents itself, you will feel an overwhelming hunger and desire to consume it."

"Beyond that, your role is to take on your partner's or partners' desired personas. If they're looking for a romantic fling, you act like their lover. If they want a rough fuck, you beg them to fuck you harder. If they want a rape victim, you genuinely fight to get away and resist, even if you resume your slutty nature afterward. Remember, you have a responsibility to bring pleasure to others, and acting the way they want you to act as well as being their toilet slut brings that pleasure."

The blue dragon finally paused, watching Jacob's mind work. The fox sat still for a few moments as his whole world view adjusted, completely forgetting his old life. Eventually, the dragon's commands seeped in, and as Jacob's new mindset solidified, a few things happened at once. First, the fox stood up and reached into his pants, with the drive to consume waste forcing him to pull a pawful out and stuff it in his muzzle. His other paw immediately shot out toward the dean's cock and started stroking it, bending over as he chewed through his own shit to take the tip into his maw. His shit-coated paw then went back for more, grabbing a second quick pawful before pushing his pants down, lifting his tail for the professor behind him and slapping the next part of his meal on the cock he'd started swallowing.

"Geez, let me at least get on that side of the desk," the dean chuckled, shuffling around it while keeping his shaft inside Jacob's muzzle, barely possible simply because of how huge he truly was, nearly two and a half feet in length. The green dragon, barely smaller, stepped up behind Jacob and started hotdogging his shit-coated cheeks, stepping in the splattered waste that was formerly trapped inside the fox's pants.

"Thought you were never going to shut up there," Professor Irwin joked, finally lining the tip of his shaft up and slipping himself inside, easily sliding into the well-lubed hole.

"You know as well as I do you have to do it right..." Woody half-moaned. "Besides, Cory, isn't that what you're supposed to be teaching? How to do it right?"

"You know these kids as well as I do," the green dragon sighed, rather quickly finding himself balls deep in shitty fox ass. "They'll learn when they get fed up at having to dictate every damn action they want their sluts to take."

"True enough, but you of all people then should realize why I took a bit of extra time to make sure this one's as good as he is," Woody said with a grin. The blue dragon sighed and rested a paw on the back of Jacob's head, looking down briefly as he watched Jacob suck every last smudge of shit off the dragon's cock and go back for more.

"I do. Any plans for what you're going to do with him next?" the green dragon asked, slowly getting into his rhythm. Every time he thrust forward, not only did he splatter Jacob's waste across his hips and the floor below, but he forced the fox even deeper onto the dean's cock.

"You mean in the future, or after he gets done slobbering on my dick?" Woody asked mischievously.

"Both," Cory quickly replied.

"Well, in the future, we'll see. Probably have him help out in interviews, serve as a subject when needed in a hypnosis course, or honestly just an all day cock-warmer. Right now...he's getting the works. He's going to take every last load I can pump out, every last drop of piss, nugget of shit, and anything else I can think of. And he's going to enjoy it, aren't you Jacob?" he paused, looking down at the fox.

Jacob could only look up at the dragon, mouth stretched further than it had ever been around a dragon's dick. He did his best to smile, giving an approving look with his eyes and an appreciative, firm suck in response.

"Good bitch," Woody said happily, shoving himself forward rather roughly and slapping his nuts off the fox's chin. "I thought you'd approve."

The pair worked in tandem on Jacob for a while, getting in sync with each other. Whenever Cory would thrust into Jacob's ass, a half-second later Woody would shove himself into the fox's throat, giving Jacob as much dragon cock as he could handle. They'd both pull out, with the blue dragon's dick slightly cleaner and the green one's slightly browner, and do the same thing all over again.

Soon enough, the first part of their romp was coming to a climax. Woody started breaking the rhythm, humping faster and faster into Jacob's muzzle. He bent over it slightly, gripping Jacob's ears and roughly thrusting against the welcoming lips, battering his cock head against the fox's throat. With his first orgasm of the day, the dean finally came, shooting ropes of burning jizz down Jacob's throat.

For the first time since joining the university, Jacob didn't have to be hypnotized to enjoy this. His mind had changed, but he was fully awake and going to remember every last second of it. While he didn't get to enjoy the taste, he sure felt each jet of seed flooding his stomach, feeling himself even fuller after this earlier lunch. Woody stayed there for a moment, panting, leaning on Jacob for support while the green dragon continued ravaging the fox's behind.

"Rather quick for you today, eh Woody?" The green dragon teased, still pounding away.

"You weren't jerking off in his face for ten minutes beforehand," the blue dragon panted, still feeling his cock twitch every few seconds. "And I suggest you watch your tone, unless you want to be fighting him for my shit."

"Nope, I'm quite happy here thanks. Just teasing you," the green dragon said playfully, sticking out his tongue. While Woody obviously had the power and could turn every last dragon into his bitch if he so chose, there was at least some level of professional courtesy between them. They respected each other's skills, and poking fun at each other helped keep a light environment.

"Yeah, I bet you are..." the dean sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He took a deep breath and focused, putting his energy into willing his shaft down a bit. Though it was unnoticeable from the outside, Jacob certainly realized what was happening fairly quickly as he felt the dragon's cock become active once more. It was a much steadier, constant flow instead of the rough spurts he was swallowing before, feeling the dragon urinating into his stomach.

"Gross, are you pissing in him?" the green dragon finally asked, barely able to stop himself from laughing as he did, realizing what was happening as Woody's face turned into an expression of relief.

"Oh yeah..." the blue dragon sighed. "Great toilets, foxes. Take every last drop..." he continued, still feeling his stream as strong as ever, blasting away at Jacob's insides.

"Don't fill him up too much, he's still got two meals and at least one more drink," Cory said with a grin of his own, still sending wet splats echoing through the room as he pushed into Jacob's shit.

"How many dragons fed him in your class again?" the dean asked pointedly.

"Point taken," Cory said, remembering it fondly. "If he can take eleven, he can surely handle the two of us. Especially in his more... accepting state," he needlessly explained, slapping Jacob's ass as he did.

"Right. Now shut up and let me piss in peace..." Woody said as he closed his eyes once more, concentrating on the relief as the liquid waste left his body and entered Jacob's. It took a lot to keep the stream going as his cock was determined to come back to life, but the blue dragon was even more set on draining his bladder. Before he could finish, however, Jacob had something else to deal with.

Watching the dean's abuse of Jacob was more than enough to excite Cory, and while the professor was able to hold on for a while, having your dick lubed up with warm fox excrement and shoving it into a tight hole - for a dragon his size, anyway - was enough to finally push him over the edge. He soon let out his own orgasmic noises, in bliss as he felt his seed mixing with the waste inside Jacob's ass.

"Hot little fuck, isn't he?" the dean asked, feeling his stream weaken but still going. Jacob was just as good as ever at not letting anything escape, not even a drop.

"I'll say. You sure he can't be both of our assistants?" Cory panted.

"Nope. All mine. It's not like you have to ask to fuck him though, and he's sure as hell not going to say no. But he's definitely staying in this office with me most of the time," the dean said firmly. "Get your own."

"Maybe I will," the dragon said, though he now had no choice. With the way Woody phrased the statement, Cory felt compelled to take on his own assistant now, and soon would go out and find one. With a grunt, Cory wrenched his shaft out of Jacob's hole, sending the last few spurts across the whore's ass cheeks. He moved back to sit in the chair, cock still dripping with cum and shit, letting it stand proudly as a testament to his conquest.

"You'll have to let me try them when you do," Woody continued, knowing he'd certainly get the chance to. As Cory sat down, Woody finally pulled himself free of the fox's mouth, in turn doing the same and letting the last bits of the stream wash over Jacob's face. The vulpine made every attempt to get it back into his muzzle, as his orders dictated, but the dean was too quick to spray it everywhere else.

Almost immediately after he'd finished giving Jacob back-to-back drinks, however, the dean showed he certainly wasn't done. He simply turned himself around, lifted his tail, and waited. It took less than a second for the fox to realize what was going on, and as soon as he could ended up burying his muzzle right between those large, scaly blue ass cheeks. No sooner had he made contact than his tongue was already shooting out, pressing itself into the dean's sphincter in search of his meal. Still slightly out of breath, the green dragon settled in for the show, leaning back in the chair and watching the pair.

"God, I love having handy toilets around..." the blue dragon sighed, groaning and grunting a bit as the first missile made contact with Jacob's tongue, rather forcefully pushing it out of the way. The waste was thick, chunky, deep brown, and extremely firm. As the fox accepted it between his lips, he sucked it for a moment in eagerness to get it out, but quickly realized that wasn't a great idea. It didn't stop coming, and instead of getting a chance to chew it up a bit first, he was forced to start swallowing it whole. His esophagus was stretched again, with the rather dense waste not giving much as it found its new home in the fox's gut.

The range of emotions Jacob had gone through with shit in the last few weeks traversed the entire spectrum. When he first joined the university, he wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole, tripling up on toilet paper before he'd even wipe his own ass. While he was previously hypnotized, the nastiness hadn't even registered to him - it was there, but he couldn't really tell, as he hadn't been told to feel much about it. Now, the fox was in love with it. If anything, he was disappointed he didn't have more time to savor the meal, not wanting to drop even the smallest amount of it. Every disgusting, recycled flavor of the dean's past meals traced across the fox's tongue, only amplified any time the fox had the briefest second to sink his fangs into his favorite food. He ate with abandon, valuing the waste more than he did himself, breathing a secondary concern next to making sure he did his job as a toilet.

Nearby, Cory continued watching with interest, smirking as he watched the fox's throat grow and shrink around the bulges of feces traveling down it. Despite having just gotten off inside Jacob's ass, he took hold of his shaft again and started stroking it, unable to resist a good show of shit eating. "Mmmm...eat it all..." he moaned quietly, sliding his paw through the vulpine waste covering his crotch and moving it up and down his cock.

"You hear that?" the dean asked, looking over his shoulder as he continued feeding the fox. "He wants you to eat it all. I do too, as a matter of fact, you disgusting toilet. That's your purpose, to eat my shit and love every second of it."

Jacob would have replied if he could, but his mouth wasn't given a break from the oncoming storm. He couldn't even tell the difference in logs, still slurping the shit as if it was all one giant connected buffet. The fox was loving life right now, and even if he couldn't say it, the way he kept his muzzle stuffed right between the dean's cheeks and fought to get even closer said it all.

He truly got a chance to show his devotion a couple minutes later. Feeling the bowel movement coming to an end, the blue dragon slowly started standing up a bit, lifting up as the waste continued to drop. Jacob stayed connected at first, but as Woody stood up higher, Jacob had to reposition himself. In the time it took him to do it, a good few inches of shit stook out between Jacob's lips and the dragon's tailhole, connecting them with the nastiest bridge possible. Before he could get caught back up, the flow finally stopped and the end of the log plopped out, still standing in the air outside of Jacob's muzzle.

Even without the pressure of the dragon pushing, it still continued disappearing down the fox's throat. His first and foremost priority was to consume, and that he did. His practiced throat worked the waste down it whole, still not chewing to accept the rest inside. It wasn't until his lips finally closed around the end did he finally get a chance to pause, swallowing what was in his throat and letting his cheeks stay bulged out with the rest.

Slowly but surely, the fox got to work on that too, closing his jaw and swallowing what was needed to keep it all inside. It took some effort to get through the dense clods of waste, and even more to pry his jaw apart again after chomping down on it. He was relentless though, and now with a chance to both fulfill his duties as well as relish the taste, he took it. Jacob slowly worked it from its firm nature down to a more chewy texture, then to a softer one, and still continued until it was pure liquid inside his mouth. Had the fox spat it back out, one would have thought he'd just been fed diarrhea, but Jacob had no intentions of doing so. Even after not having any more to chew, he still swished it around inside, swallowing it bit by bit as the nasty flavors washed over his tongue.

"Sure loves playing with his food, doesn't he?" Cory finally asked, breaking the verbal silence, filling the air with sounds of something other than shitting and his own masturbation.

"That's what makes him a good slut," Woody replied, pulling his desk chair over in front of Jacob and taking a seat in it, lifting one of his footpaws up and patting the fox on the head with it. Without instruction but sensing he had more to do, the fox tilted his head upward and ran his tongue along the underside of it, gliding across the dirty scales and flicking the tip of it off the toes. Not one to complain, the dean lowered his footpaw a bit more in front of the fox's face and let him go to work, happily licking away.

"Probably should've let him clean your feet _before_you stuffed his muzzle with shit," Cory joked.

"Clean? Fuck that. I know he's the toilet around here, but you and I both love shit just as much as he does. He's just the one that eats it. Who doesn't love having dirty feet?" the blue dragon joked. "And besides, you're not exactly one to talk. If you had a problem with it, you've have cleaned your dick before you started jerking off again," he said pointedly, nodding toward the green dragon's crotch.

Cory looked down over himself, only to look back up a second later and grin. The dean had a point - he was jerking himself off using the fox's shit, actively choosing to keep not only his paw dirty with it, but his stomach, crotch, and upper legs as well from being within the splat range of his hips hitting Jacob's ass. "Touché," he said simply. "But it's not like I've had much chance to clean it with you monopolizing the fag's mouth," he returned.

"You know what, you're right. I've had him long enough," the dean said, pulling his leg back and standing up. Jacob could only whimper in response, looking up at the blue dragon as if he'd done something wrong. Laughing a bit at the fox's reaction, the dean reached down and grasped his cock, rubbing it against Jacob's face. Almost instantly, the vulpine knew he was okay, and nuzzled against the length. "Such a whore..." the dean said approvingly, pulling himself away again. Jacob complained once more, but this time the blue dragon ignored it.

Woody stepped away from the two for a second, moving to the middle of the room. He knelt down, getting lower before finally shifting himself onto his back, his cock pointing straight up in the air. All he had to do was look over and Jacob and pat his hips a couple times, and the fox came running. It didn't take long for the mind-addled former student to position himself over the length, practically dropping down to its base in one go. While a less-practiced slut would have felt pain or discomfort, Jacob's face only showed relief at finally being filled once more.

"There you go, his mouth's freed up," the dean said happily, taking hold of Jacob's hips and starting to bounce him up and down.

"So it is. But I think I've got a better idea..." the green dragon said with an evil grin, walking over and standing above the dean's chest, ass facing the fox. Jacob leaned in and immediately started lapping at it, burying his muzzle beneath the tail and going to town slurping over the messy hole. Before anything came out though, the professor lowered himself even more, practically sitting on the dean's chest and looking him in the eyes. As much as Jacob tried to bend down further to stay connected, he simply wasn't that flexible, and had to settle for simply being taken up the ass at the moment.

"We both love shit, right?" the green dragon sighed, loving the position he was in. He was squatting on his boss' chest, tail raised and preparing to take a dump. His shit-and-cum-covered cock was dripping on the blue dragon's face, and his balls were dragging more of the same mixture everywhere they touched. Still, despite the relatively less dominant position he was in, the blue dragon couldn't deny he loved it.

"We do..." he said slowly, breathing in through his nose and feeling his cock twitch inside the fox's ass. It only continued as the crackling noises started, signifying the final portion of Jacob's lunch making an appearance. While the first few inches were able to fall without a problem, they soon made contact with the blue scales underneath. This was considerably less solid than the dean's own shit, and as soon as it started pressing down, it spread everywhere. It was sticky enough to stay in one clump, but as more and more came out, the dean's chest was covered in it.

As the waste fell, Jacob began whimpering again, feeling the overwhelming desire to feast. A simple 'quiet, Jacob' from the dean fixed that, however, and Cory finished his bowel movement in peace. While space was limited, he didn't raise his ass the entire time, simply letting it pile up and press against his hole as he continued pushing more out. Once he was empty, he made matters even messier by fully sitting down on the blue dragon's chest, wiggling his ass a bit for good measure. He finally stood up, surveying his handiwork, smirking as clumps of shit fell back down from his ass and landed in the pile with a splat.

"If only you had someone who could help clean that up..." the green dragon teased, moving behind Jacob and holding him upright.

"Yeah, it's too bad we don't have a toilet fox around here," the blue one replied, smirking as he watched the fox struggle to both continue bouncing on his dick and fight for his meal. A few more seconds passed with Jacob silently fighting harder each one, until the professor finally let him go. Jacob fell forward unexpectedly, landing in the pile with a splat, covering his upper body and sending shit flying across the room. He didn't even move, however, before his tongue was already out and licking away.

"Oh good, we found one," the green dragon said with a grin, kneeling down behind the fox. "What do you say we completely wreck his ass, make it impossible for him to hold it in?"

"Be my guest," the blue dragon invited, too heavily focused on watching his up close and personal view of Jacob chowing down.

No sooner had the words escaped the dean's lips than the professor was lining his cock up with Jacob's hole, grunting as he did his best to slip it in. Jacob's hole stretched far wider than he ever believed possible to accommodate it, and despite the rough transition, his mental state also affected his body's response to it. What ordinarily would have been extreme pain was converted to extreme pleasure in his mind, and to show it, he only started eating more quickly. He was no longer in a position to really bounce, and the pace was largely set by the dragons.

The pair of oversized males would pull out a few inches, shove themselves back in together, and watch the fox's face slide along the waste-covered chest of the dean, smearing more and more of the shit along his upper body. They'd pull back, Jacob would get scooted back a bit, and they'd force him forward once more, essentially mopping up the excrement with his body.

The sounds and sights of Jacob eating fresh shit, combined with the extreme tightness of doubly-penetrating someone who was a virgin not a month earlier, gave both of them more than enough stimulation to fire again. The dean went first, given that he had more time to recover, but almost as soon as the green dragon felt the warm seed flooding over his own shaft as well, he soon let loose too. Jacob's bowels were completely doused with two burning jets of seed, almost immediately overflowing and spilling down onto the blue dragon's crotch. Spurt after spurt of spooge sprayed forth, seemingly endlessly pulsing out of the poor, abused foxhole. Despite it all, nothing seemed to turn the vulpine away from his meal, and though he moaned throughout it, he was still a good toilet and swallowed as much as he could.

For a while, the only sounds in the room were two very large dragons panting, the occasional splats of jizz dripping into the flood on the floor, and the sounds of a fox jaw snapping open and closed on a pile of dragon shit. Though he'd been through just as much as the pair still inside him, Jacob wasn't going to let exhaustion stop him from eating.

"You're going to be a great assistant..." the dean said happily, reaching up and patting the back of the fox's head, the two dragons resting in bliss as they watched the fox finish his meal, both waiting long enough for the sight to rile them up for round three.

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Jacob rather quickly adapted to his new life, and with more passion than even his new master could have hoped. He was a loyal servant, taking care of the dragon's every need. Whenever the dragon was busy doing things for the university at his desk, Jacob was underneath it sucking cock or licking the dragon's feet. Woody even had a rimseat installed for his desk chair so that the fox could scarf down shit while the dragon continued working.

If the blue dragon was away, Jacob had more than enough to keep himself busy. He'd head out at the same time the dean did, staying behind at the university as ordered, but making his way toward Professor Irwin's office. He fucked every dragon he met on the way, and by the time he arrived, he was usually a dripping mess of cum, shit, and piss. The green dragon only appreciated it more this way, and usually kept Jacob busy until the dean returned.

A few days after Jacob's transformation, he found himself seated in the blue dragon's lap, bouncing once more up and down the length. True to his word, Woody made sure the fox remembered everything they had discussed, and the two were in the midst of a conversation about it.

"So...you said...you train dragons...that go...all over the world...right?" Jacob asked, pausing briefly every time he let his hips drop out from under him and his ass slap down into the dragon's crotch.

"Mm-hmm," the blue dragon said simply, keeping his paws on Jacob's hips, helping pull the fox along his cock.

"So...how come...I've never met one?" the fox continued.

"Well...we do like to keep to ourselves," the dean moaned. "I felt that if the world knew we were controlling them, dissent was more likely," he started, groaning softly as his shaft was expertly worked by his personal fucktoy. "So I've told everyone here to keep it private. It's why we have such big walls to prevent anyone from seeing what goes on here, and if anything slips out, well, I have a very easy way of fixing things. That's usually where I'm at when I leave, either following up on something like that, or generally doing PR for the university. It's not easy to force everyone to believe you're so prestigious."

"But...I thought a lot of the students... that came out of here really ...were successful? Even the non-dragons?" Jacob asked, feeling his master getting close with the increased pace the dean was taking.

"Oh sure, we put them in positions of power. Makes it easier to sell when we say such a high percentage of graduates succeed in the world and have examples to prove it. Hence, prestigious. We just accept smart sluts like you so there's a higher chance you still succeed after we fuck you for four years," the dragon explained, now biting down on his bottom lip, trying not to cum too quickly.

"Can you tell me... about some of... the ones that've... graduated... from here?" Jacob asked, now panting more heavily and dragging his words a bit more, more tired from doing most of the moving during this session.

"Maybe some other time," Woody uttered, struggling to hold it in. "For now..." he breathed, taking a rather firm grip on Jacob's hips and slamming him down a couple times, roaring out as he finally exploded in the fox's ass.

Jacob leaned forward and rested against the dean's chest as he felt his stomach swelling once more, taking the dragon's second load of the day deep within his bowels. While he'd licked the blue dragon clean more than once since his initiation into this life, he could swear he still smelled Professor Irwin's shit ground into the scales. The fox closed his eyes and slowly breathed in and out of his nose, taking it in as he felt the cum finally subside in his ass, now slowly dribbling back out and over the chair below.

"What do we say?" the blue dragon asked breathlessly, wrapping an arm around Jacob and holding him close.

"Thank you, master..." the fox said happily, sticking his tongue out and lapping at the chest a couple times. He truly meant it, feeling like the luckiest fox in the world to be where he was. The dragon had given him a happier life than he could have ever imagined, and he couldn't wait to hear more about how the world truly worked while snacking on dragon shit.

"You're welcome, pet," Woody replied, patting the fox's back a couple times. He astounded himself in that he'd never brought on an assistant before, but couldn't have been happier with his first one. He kept Jacob firmly on his cock as he leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes and smiling, proud of the world he'd made for himself.