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One's Learned Preferences

Part 4

For Dreixes

By Draconicon

Sibylle was almost disappointed that her clothes were clean, and shocked at herself that she'd feel any such thing. Before taking Professor Richter's class, she would have found that sort of thing to be offensive. The idea of someone marking someone else's clothes would have been rather gross rather than something that she almost wanted, and the idea of having to wear them out and about with proper people would have been humiliating rather than...well, as arousing as this.

Yet, here she stood, looking down at her clean clothes, and she almost wanted to squat over them and -

"Nnngh...no, no, no, that's horny brain. That's the pheromone brain. Not me. Not me."

She shook her head, pushing down with as much of the conscious will as she could. Hints of the lecture that Professor Richter had given remained in her head, and she remembered him saying that the unconscious mind had to bend to the conscious will. That was just the way that their civilized world worked, right? They were no longer at the whim of their pheromones and their instincts. They could be better than that, find the things that they really wanted.

She hoped.

She prayed.

Even as she gathered her clothes for after her clean-up, she turned back to her bed and blushed. The stain there was mostly her own scent, but now that she was more awake, she could catch the faintest hint of the civet cat and his scent. She blushed worse as she realized it was keeping her wet, that she was already thinking of what might happen during the practicals of the current module...and what would happen when she graduated to the next one next semester.

"Ugh..."

Sibylle shook her head. Again, she was getting ahead of herself. She had to focus, and focus now rather than putting off the whole issue of the potential pregnancy if she didn't deal with the cum bulge inside of her at that moment.

The thought of bearing a litter of kittens - or worse - was enough to get her moving. It wasn't the first time that someone had walked down the dorm halls in the nude, though in most cases, that was more out of being hungover or someone doing the full walk of shame rather than because they were too bloated to wear their own clothes. She stumbled along, holding one hand over her guts.

As she walked, the bloated thing inside her kept shifting around, reminding her of the gelatinous mass that had been blown into her. Just the thought was enough to stir her mind and almost make her cum again. Her toes curled as she paused in the hallway, pussy clenching and tail as high as it would go for that brief moment of remembered bliss. How had he affected her this much? How the hell was she going to be able to deal with his classes with all this lingering in her head?

"Yeah, girl, you go get some!"

Sibylle almost jumped out of her skin, whipping her head around -

But there was nobody in the hall. The Ibex breathed out slowly, realizing that it must have been the smell of sex that clung to her, and that one of the other dorm-mates had smelled it as she walked by. That wasn't so bad. That wasn't nearly so humiliating as someone actually seeing her like this.

Breathing out again, she kept walking down the hall to the communal bathroom. It was already empty - something that she wished she'd confirmed before taking the naked walk to it - and she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. The toilet beckoned, and she hustled over to it. Much as she would have liked to wash off the majority of his scent first, to get rid of the musk and pheromones that clung to her body, she doubted that it would be a good idea to put off getting rid of the gut bulge that he had left her with. The longer that she waited, the less effective the pill would be.

Except it wasn't a pill, was it? She looked down at it again, blushing as she was reminded of the fact that it was a suppository, one that was meant to go right into the mess inside of her and break it down on the chemical level. It was going to be a massive mess, and she just hoped that the toilet was up for the task. If not, this was going to get really, really embarrassing, very quickly.

She breathed out slowly, sitting down and spreading her legs. The rolling liquid in her stomach was constantly throwing her off-balance, and she could feel it trying to drag her forward, making it more difficult for her to find a comfortable way to sit on the toilet seat. She spread her legs a bit further, almost doing the splits on the rim, and finally managed to reach down.

"Okay, okay...just...see what the situation is..."

She slowly slid a finger inside, immediately aware of just how much she was still hanging loose down there. Not outright gaping - that was some small relief - but she could feel how much less her finger compared to the memory of getting fucked by something so much bigger. The scent aside, Sibylle was growing increasingly aware of just how much that size had impacted her.

I could probably fit four fingers up there without trying...

Shaking that temptation out of her head, she kept it to just one, probing inward. She expected to find something before she reached her cervix, considering the odd feeling of something bloating her vagina, and she wasn't disappointed. Hanging down a few inches inside of her was an engorged, slimy sort of thing, and when she put pressure on it, it receded into her, dimpling against her finger and retreating. The feeling was almost like something slurping into her womb, and she gritted her teeth, huffing as she felt actual movement inside of her.

"Mmmph...that...that's one way to...to ensure breeding," she panted as she withdrew her finger. "No wonder he needs something special for this..."

If a simple touch didn't break the surface of that breeding sac, then the chemical work of the contraceptives he'd given her were not just helpful, but downright needed. She pulled it from its little envelope, gave it a hesitant look of consideration, then reached between her legs once more. Holding the little white 'bullet' of medication between her legs, she braced herself.

"Alright...one..."

This was going to be a flood. She remembered it bloating her, remembered each cumshot flooding her worse than the porn of enema tubes of lube swelling out other women.

"Two..."

She was going to feel like some sort of disgusting whore, she imagined. Someone's used cum-sock that had been put away wet and left to clean up after her partner.

"Three."

She was -

Squelch.

POP!

"NNNNNNGH!"

Sibylle jammed a hand over her mouth as the thing broke. It came out like a flood alright, but considering it was running right down her pussy walls, it felt completely different to any time she'd squatted over a toilet before. This wasn't like urinating, or relieving herself, this was -

"MMMMMPH!"

The Ibex all but jammed a fist down her throat to keep the sounds from getting any worse as she moaned, the hot goo jetting out of her, squirting from her pussy into the toilet bowl. It ran out of her at speed, shooting across her sensitive inner walls, squirting into the bowl below. She could hear it hitting the porcelain, and -

And it reeked of his pheromones, his musk. Even now, it completely overwhelmed everything else in the room, from her own arousal to the slight smells of the other dorm-mates that had come through here to use the bathroom for its intended purpose. She breathed it in and it was enough, triggering her scent memories all over again and throwing her back to the moment of being bred by that massive cock. The feeling of it sliding in, the tactile memory of it filling her up past her tolerance, slammed in just as hard as that cock had, and she was already cumming again.

Her juices did nothing to change the scent filling the room, nor did it do anything to slow down her own orgasm as she pushed out the long-held creampie. More, more, more, the flow never ceasing, the pleasure never slowing. She came, her thighs coming together, but the white ooze kept blasting from her.

"NNNNNNGH!"

She went over the edge a second time, her hooves tapping away on the floor in rhythmic stomps as her concern went from trying to be quiet to just staying conscious. The reek of his claim on her body was just that strong, and she couldn't get over it, couldn't believe just how long it had lasted even when buried inside of her. Her belly was slowly flattening, but on instinct, she pressed down on her stomach, just to see what would happen. It squelched, and between her legs -

"AH!"

Sibylle screamed as the new flow actually stretched her already loose pussy out further, a loud glop of something heavy and thick hitting the water under her. It was warm, almost steamy as it filled the bowl, and she could smell the fumes coming up from between her legs. She huffed it, one hand forcing its way between her thighs to rub her clit, and for a time, the Ibex lost herself.

She wasn't sure how long she kept rubbing herself, how long the flood kept flowing out of her. Realistically, the waterfall of cum probably lasted no more than two minutes, particularly once she started pressing against her stomach to encourage it to keep flowing out, but the wave of orgasms, the fingering, the pleasure of just pushing it out, of feeling his seed flooding from her, felt like it lasted at least an hour.

But, then again, physical sensations were weird in how they distorted time.

Eventually, Sibylle was able to catch her breath, half-off the toilet. One last squelch-squirt-half-queef of a push got the last little bit of his load out of her, and she barely caught herself from falling over. Her breath came in fast little huffs and puffs, and she had to struggle as she dragged herself back upright. Looking between her legs, she could see that there was a thick film of civet cat cum over the water, probably inches deep at this point, and she blushed as she reached back to pull the handle on the toilet. The water level rose, almost clogging the pipes, but to her great relief, it went back down after a few worrying seconds. She sat there, catching her breath.

That was...that was...

What was the word for it?

Intense?

Insane?

Enticing?

Impossible?

Probably all of the above, if she was completely honest with herself. Even now, with her belly showing a few stretch-marks and her system wrecked from what he'd done to her, she knew that she'd volunteer for the same sort of treatment without question. He'd be able to use her as an example anytime that he liked, just because...

No, not just because of the pheromones. Sibylle was fascinated by their power, and she was embarrassed by what she'd done, yes, but she would admit that this wasn't just him. Now that she'd experienced it, now that she knew that she could take something like that, her body had gotten the feedback that it needed to be able to form a new sort of opinion. The Ibex knew that it wasn't as if she had gained some new receptors in her head, but rather that her body had learned that if it did one thing, it would get this result...and just like with certain controlled substances, it would start craving the results of certain behaviors. Psychologically, physiologically, it all made sense, and it had a very easy trigger to remind her of what it would take to achieve it.

Even now, with the toilet flushed, the scent lingered, and her pussy was wet with more than just the spent juices that he had left behind. She stood, wobbling to the counter under the sink, and pulled out the bleach. She'd need to do a fair bit of cleaning to get rid of that smell and make sure that the rest of her dorm-mates didn't go through the same thing without meaning to.

Flushing the initial rinse down, she ran the bath to get some hot water ready. She had every reason to believe that she'd be cleaning herself for the rest of the day, and all she hoped was that Sandra would hold off on coming to talk to her until that evening...and that her other professors would understand that she needed some time after this.

She considered what sort of excuse she'd have to give, but then looked down at the letter. If they had form letters for that, then this was something that just happened. And this was UOM, after all; if any university would understand what she was going through, it'd be this one.

Thankfully, she was right. The TAs of her other professors had gotten in touch with her after she got out of the bath - mostly cleaned - and as soon as she mentioned that she'd been an 'assistant' for Professor Hahn during his 213 lecture, they immediately understood. They asked about her getting the contraceptives she needed (she mentioned that she had) and they said that they would send her the audio recordings of the lectures that she'd missed and to take the week off. She was almost surprised at how efficient they were, and then remembered the form letter.

Yes, this had happened before. Apparently, it happened often enough that they had a procedure for it. She wasn't sure if that made it all better or worse, but it sure as hell made it interesting.

She also called Professor Richter to make sure that she hadn't overstepped, only to get his wife on the line. It was more than a little embarrassing to admit that she'd been fucked by the rabbit's husband, but -

"Don't worry about it, dear. He couldn't teach this if we didn't have an open relationship of some sort, could he?" Gwyndolin asked.

"I guess, but at the same time -"

"Trust me. You aren't the first young thing that's found her way onto his cock, and you won't be the last. You'll have every opportunity to get it again, too. It's fine, so long as you don't expect anything more than a dicking[/i]."

"I don't want any more than that."

"Good, then we understand each other. Thank you for calling, though, Ms. Weber. Most of his flings don't take the time to check on him as well as themselves."

"Just seemed polite."

"Well, you are a very polite young woman, then. Now, rest up. I know what he does. Oh, and one more thing."

"Yes?"

"Don't try any sex for the next week. Nobody bigger, nobody smaller, nobody the same size. You're going to be comparing everything that goes into you to the last thing that you enjoy, and if you go overboard, you will embed a permanent need for someone his size or larger. Let's not create a psychological disability for your sex life, shall we?"

"Thanks for the warning, Professor."

"No problem, dear. Take care of yourself."

And that was that. Sibylle had taken care of all the official stuff, and now, she had the chance to relax.

Or so she thought.

No sooner had she settled in to listen to the audio recordings of the lectures than there was a knock at her door. Sibylle pulled her bathrobe on - the only bit of clothes that really felt comfortable - and opened the door.

It was Sandra, almost as she had expected. The bouncy little rat was all but bouncing on her tiptoes as she walked through the door, darting her head left and right, looking around the dorm.

"Looking for something?" Sibylle asked. "And by all means, just come in."

"Oh, it's just me. Like you have anything to hide from a friend."

"Uh-huh."

She'd already taken the stained sheets from the bedroom and sent them down to the laundry, and had even got a replacement set to make sure that she wasn't deprived of anything for her recovery time. That said, while she had aired out the room, she honestly wasn't sure that she had gotten all of Richter's scent out of it. She'd been so over-exposed to it that she didn't know if she could trust her nose anymore, and if there were still some of his pheromones around, she wasn't sure how they'd affect Sandra. The little gossip had never had much in the way of restraint, and as much as Sibylle's sex drive was going wild, she didn't want to experiment in lesbianism.

Not yet, anyway.

Shaking her head, she sat at the foot of her bed while the rat sniffed at the air. Putting all her willpower to keeping her expression neutral, she folded one leg over the other, her phone in her lap and the recording she'd been listening to paused.

"Maybe we can speed this up if you tell me what you're looking for?"

"Hmm?"

"You obviously are here for something in particular. What do you think you'll find?"

"Oh, just proof that you were sleeping with your professor."

"..." She managed to keep a straight face. Good to know that she could probably apply to the drama department if all else failed. Sibylle shook her head, looking down at her phone again.

"I think you might want to leave, if that's the case. I haven't done anything inappropriate."

"Who said anything about inappropriate? I just want to hear what it's like."

"And what makes you think that I have?"

"Uh, this?"

"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Oh, it's so fucking BIG! Oh, ruin me, RUIN ME!"

Sibylle looked up slowly, her eyes going wider and her face going redder as she saw the recording playing on the rat's phone. It was her, alright, her getting fucked hard by that massive cat cock that she still couldn't entirely believe was real. Her mouth hung open as she saw herself taking it, remembering that impossible stretch, the feeling of having a hyper dick so deep inside. For that matter, she could still remember how it felt as his foreskin pulled back inside of her, the folds of that creating extra thickness around the head that made her womb ache to remember.

Sandra grinned, tapping the screen. The Ibex shook her head slowly, putting her phone aside.

"Where did you get that?"

"Official database for the course; I have another friend in 213," Sandra said, shrugging off the question. "But god, girl. How did you...that looked...was that faked?"

"..."

"Come on, we're at UOM. It doesn't matter if you talk to me about it. They do. It's just...they haven't had that. What did it...why did you do it? What was it like? I have so many questions!"

"...I...you..."

It hit her like a stack of bricks at that moment. They weren't at any normal college. There were no consequences for doing what she'd done. All that stopped her from talking about it was personal embarrassment, as there weren't even agreements signed for the class that kept it all confidential. All that kept her quiet was her own embarrassment at falling so far, so fast into it.

Sandra leaned in, her cheeks lit up with curiosity, her eyes twinkling. It was the first time that anyone had looked at her like that, and the first time that she'd ever felt like someone was that interested in her personal life...and despite everything, she wanted to share what she'd done.

I can't blame pheromones for this, she thought. Perhaps there's something else in the behavioral sciences. Conquering someone or something difficult, and feeling the need to talk about it to claim your new status...

It was possible that could be applied to the sexual behaviors, too, but she stopped thinking about it too hard. For the moment, she was free to talk it through, and much as Sandra was a gossip, she had to admit that it would be a great load off her mind to talk through it with someone.

And hell, maybe it'd help her feel less embarrassed, for that matter.

"Well...it was more than I could handle."

"Girl, that was more than an elephant could handle," Sandra said. "I thought that it was fake. Are you sure that you're not bullshitting me right now?"

"Considering the creampie I had to leave in the toilet earlier, I can promise you. This was not faked."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Wow. Did he..."

"...Um...I can show you, I guess."

"Oh god, show me! Show me!"

It almost felt like what she imagined a warrior showing off their battle-scars would have felt like as she slowly undid her robe, spreading her legs to reveal the 'damage' that had been done to her pussy. She blushed as Sandra leaned down, staring at the gape that was left behind. There was no mistaking that she had been used, and used hard, and that it had done some serious work on her. She shivered a little as the rat leaned in, holding her phone out and nodding at the loose folds.

"May I?"

"You...want pictures?" Sibylle asked.

"God, yeah. I mean, I'm not into ladies for real, but...you know, porn is porn."

"Mmmph...don't call it that. It's just...research."

"Sexy research."

"I - well, I could use some...some before and after pictures, I suppose. For research."

"Heh, so -"

"Go ahead."

"Alright. Hold still."

Despite how turned on she was to be on camera like that, Sibylle was the first to admit that she was rather embarrassed, as well. Just because someone got horny didn't mean that they weren't embarrassed at the same time, and while that was a spice to the pleasure, that didn't mean that one was completely comfortable. It was a rather fascinating dichotomy, though, one she made note of.

The pictures continued, first with her legs slightly spread, and then with her hands further down, pressing against her folds, holding them apart. She could almost feel the clicks of the camera going off like a physical sensation, and she did her best not to gasp too much when it did. She only somewhat succeeded.

Once Sandra had all the pics she needed, the rat wanted to show them off, but Sibylle held up a hand and called it to a halt. She was panting, shaking, and she realized that she was getting to that point where it was a little much. She needed a break, and thankfully, Sandra listened.

They sat together, both of them putting their phones away. The rat hesitated, but asked the question that Sibylle had been trying to avoid.

"Why did you want that?"

"...I don't know," the Ibex muttered.

"Come on. You signed up for the class in the first place. You saw what he was offering."

"That's the thing. I didn't. He wasn't showing it off in the Conference Hall, you know. And that pamphlet of his didn't show any of the sexy stuff that you expect, you know?"

"Then why -"

"It sounded...interesting. Like everything else here..."

"Heh. You're not kidding about that."

They leaned back on the bed a bit, and while she had no idea what was going through Sandra's head, she knew what was going through her own.

The University of Open Minds took things in a different direction, and unlike any other school that she had attended, they were more than willing to break down the boundaries that stood in the way of someone learning the full picture. Someone else might have touched on the theory of pheromone interaction, of how it shifted from species to species, and how it had changed and evolved just like the rest of the world had as they no longer needed to worry about the same things. They might have even gone so far as to have some videos on the subject...

But there was something about the practical understanding that they offered here that made it so much better, so much more intense and graspable. They were never talked down to, and they were asked to participate, extrapolate, and discover things on their own. It meant that every time they learned something, they really learned it, not just memorized it. They were as involved in the discoveries as the professor was in teaching it, and even now, detached from the physical part of the lesson, Sibylle knew that she wasn't going to be able to pull back. She needed to find out more, and she knew that she'd need some help in finding people interested in helping her experiment.

"Sandra?" the Ibex asked.

"Hmm?"

"Do you, um...do you think you could teach me some basic flirting?"

"Oh, girl, you cannot be hungry for more after that?"

"No. God no." She shook her head. Just thinking about taking him again so soon made her feel sore and bruised, though still in a good way. "But...I want to experiment, to find out...you know, how other things treat me. And if my scent has changed, I want to have someone that can tell me about that."

"Heh. You want to learn how to lure boys?"

"I want to know how to lure people."

"...Heh. Experimenting a lot, then. Just to put this out there, I'm not swinging that way myself -"

"You said."

"But I might know a few girls into that. If you want to go for it."

"...Maybe later. But for now...lessons?"

"Heh, alright. First, though, relax. You're not going to get anyone's attention if you're so uptight all the - wait, wait, no. Scratch that. You will get attention, but it's not the kind of attention that you want. Trust me on that. Those guys tend to be complete assholes."

"What guys?" Sibylle asked, eyebrow raised.

"Two kinds: the 'nice guys' and the 'breakers.' Nice guys aren't too bad, as long as they don't go all the way to stalkers, but trust me, the condescension isn't worth the compassion. They'll want to make things better, assuming that your stiffness and shyness is all down to some kind of trauma or shit. Sure, they'll indulge you, but it is just painfully condescending and childish after a while.

"The breakers, though? They're looking to break you out of your shell by any means necessary, and some of 'em will go as far as raping you, thinking you just need to get some to get over yourself." Sandra shook her head, the rat pointing at her purse. "Why I carry a brick in there now."

"Someone -"

"Nah, but they tried. And they learned a lesson from my mom. Now I just copy that lesson myself."

"...Okay. Noted. Relaxation is good."

"Right." The rat nodded. "Now, for the second part..."

One month and four partners later...

Sibylle wasn't sure that she'd ever entirely get used to the sweltering heat of the lecture hall. She knew that there was a purpose behind it now, and that there was something rather intense about being so surrounded by the heat of the student body and their bodies, but that didn't mean that it was getting any easier for her. She kept bobbing in and out of coherent consciousness, and she was always concerned that she might have missed something when she came back to reality.

So far, she hadn't, and it had been fascinating to slowly move forward from the basic aspects of pheromones as a means of communication to pheromones as a means of staking a claim, and moving on from there. There were various levels of it, from the regular marks of friend-scent to the more intimate marks left behind by someone getting closer and more physical. There were marks of beaten-down behaviors, of fear-scent and anger-scent that changed one's pheromones when in proximity to other people, which allowed for different signifiers without saying them.

It was all fascinating...but it always came back to something sexual, eventually, and after a week of nothing, she was honestly not surprised when Gwyndolin returned to the class looking far bigger than she had merely a month ago.

The rabbit had looked like she'd been in her first trimester back then, but now, she looked like she was perhaps a month away from her delivery. Her shirt had been pulled up over her stomach and her body looked strained. She wobbled as she walked, and she had clear difficulty making her way around. Not so much that she couldn't push her husband around, but enough to be happy to just lean once they were at the front of the room.

"Welcome, students," Professor Richter said. "As you can see, we have had a development. And there are some of you already feeling the effects, judging by the looks on your faces."

Looks? Sibylle reached up, touching her jaw, and she was surprised to find herself so tense. As she forced her mouth to relax, however, Gwyndolin smiled at the crowd and shook her head.

"What my husband means is that, just as one set of pheromones can instill desire, the mixed pheromones of two people can produce a different sort of reaction. His musk on me, combined with the pheromones that I put out as a pregnant female, mean that I present myself as two things: I am his female - as our rather idiotic feral brains perceive such things - but also that he is my stud, and that I have my own claim on him. This can trigger various feelings of displacement, want, and more in those that have been affected by his pheromones, and who desire something of him."

Sibylle slowly nodded. She could understand that, and could even agree as to the reasoning. Despite not wanting his child - or at least, not consciously wanting it - the combined smells would have some sort of effect on her. She wanted to be wanted, wanted to have that big thing in her again. Having a claim on him, having a way to force it to happen, would be something to envy, and as such - yes, the logic tracked. It was annoying, but it tracked.

She rubbed her forehead. Sometimes, she wondered if the knowledge of pheromones actually made her life worse. It was like listening to two different languages at the same time and trying to determine who was telling her the truth and who was lying to her. It often seemed like ignorance really would have been bliss.

Every time she thought that, she reminded herself that everything felt that way at first. Being aware of one's extra privilege in certain parts of the world sucked, particularly when it was unequally applied from one area to another, but it was worth knowing because then you saw when people didn't have it. Being able to understand the culture of another group, even if it was shocking to see and had things that felt completely wrong compared to your own, at least gave you a chance to look at your own and decide if it was actually good, or just one's default.

This was no different. She just had to learn how to incorporate it, and it would settle.

At least, once she got over the whole constant need for sex. That was a change that she could have done without.

The End

Summary: Sibylle deals with the long-lasting creampie, and then has a talk with a friend about what she's going to do going forward.

Tags: F/solo, Implied M/F, Ibex, Rat, Civet Cat, Musk, Creampie, Contraceptives, Dripping, Orgasm, Cum, Forced Orgasm, Scent Play, College, Series, University,