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"And with that, I believe it is time to conclude today's lesson. No assignment for today, simply study for the exam at the end of the week. If you have any questions, any_questions at all, feel free to contact me or see me after class." It was a simple routine, but thankfully the last one of the day. Teaching the same subject to multiple groups of students was exhausting, but at the very least most of them were on the same page._Most of them. Some had a propensity for reading ahead and nailing the subject in minutes. Some simply followed along with the class. Some couldn't keep up with the lessons, and those were the students he would reach out to.

The hum of the fluorescent lighting was overtaken by the shuffling of the students in their seats, the flapping of paper, and the zippers on their bags as they all packed up for the day. All except one, who made it a point to linger after everyone else had filed out of the room, with his teacher busy cleaning up the board. The doberman approached his professor's desk, calling out, "Hey, Teach."

"Ah, Michael," the fox spoke so very casually, turning to face the larger man, "I take it you've read my email?"

"You wanted to speak with me?"

With his tails swaying behind him, Umbra sat down at his desk to meet with his student. "That's right. Ever since you began participating in our private lessons, I've noticed you've shown a marked improvement in your assignments."

"Yeah, well..." It was rare to see Mike looking bashful, but it _was_a look Umbra had been familiar with. "I mean, you're... You're good at breaking things down to the bottom line, you know?"

Umbra taps a claw on his desk a couple times. "And I'm not the only one responsible for this. You've begun applying yourself more in your studies since we began. Education is a two-way street. While I make the effort to teach, you've been putting in the concentrated effort to learn. The success you've been facing is very much your own."

"I mean, it helps that you found a way to _get_me to that point, right?"

The fox couldn't deny his student's retort. It _was_true, after all. It took some analysis on his part to find a way to encourage some personal growth within the senior student, but it worked. With one arm behind his back, and the other with his index finger raised, Umbra paced around and recited an old saying from long ago: "Within every chore that must be done, there lies a little bit of fun. You find the fun and...!" Following it up with a flourish, placing his hands back down on the desk, he continues: "It becomes a game."

"I'll say, heh..."

That's the kind of saying Umbra took to heart. While his methods were pretty unorthodox, there was no denying the results... Nor was there any denying the smirk his student had been giving him. "In any case, I would like to continue your lessons every Thursday, starting next week. Will you be available?"

Mike nodded. If one looked carefully, they would see that his stub of a tail was wagging up a storm. Evidently, the canine couldn't hide his enthusiasm even if he wanted to. "No, yeah, I'll be around. Just lemme know what time."

"Fantastic. I'll see you then." The teacher adjusted his tie and began to pack up his things for the day, only to pause after a moment of consideration, "Oh, and Michael?"

"Huh?"

"Good luck on Friday."

"Y... Yeah..." Heart practically racing, Mike began to make his way out of the classroom in a hurry, leaving the professor alone in the room, with his only company being the ambient noise.

Raising a brow while the doberman departed, Umbra shrugs and gathers his things, turning off the lights, and bathes the windowless, stuffy classroom in darkness. He departs, locking the door behind him, and makes a break for one of the staff lounges, eager to get some R&R from the day. There's only so many times the fox can repeat a lesson before it gets stale, and he was already at a semi-breaking point of sheer boredom.

As fortune would have it, the fox wouldn't be the only occupant in that room. Reclined on an old leather couch and fast asleep was none other than a rabbit who had gained no small amount of notoriety among the campus's faculty: Franky, the local expert on anatomical studies and physiology. He must have been in that lounge for a while, considering that he didn't even stir from his sleep when Umbra opened the door.

The fox, silent as ever, closed the door to the lounge and went to get himself a pot of coffee, opting to let sleeping rabbits lie. It would be rude to wake someone who looks so relaxed. Breezing through the motions of preparing a typical mug, he grabs a pack of creamer and some sugar while the pot boils.

Franky's nose twitches at the scent of a fresh brew, with the muscled rabbit letting out a drawn-out groan. As Umbra pours himself a piping hot cup and mixes in the small additions, he sits down on one of the nearby chairs to let the stirring lapin wake up at his own pace. It's quite the sight too, he couldn't resist watching the bulky bun stretching, involuntarily giving him a full show. At last, the slumbering man opened his eyes.

"Morning," Umbra spoke ever-so casually. To him, waking up was always morning, regardless of the time of day. "I take it you slept well."

"Musta dozed off," Franky slurred a little, still shaking off the last of his sleep from his system. "You ever have those days where you just can't stay awake?"

"All the time. Rarely do I indulge in coffee, but today is a notable exception. Want some? I made it fresh," he purred.

"Sure, I'll have some."

"Cream? Sugar?"

"Both, please and thank you."

Rising up from his chair to be a gracious "host" of sorts to the other male, Umbra gladly poured a cup for the recently awakened. Wisps of hot steam rise out of it, carrying the aroma of what was once a bitter black brew. No longer needing to keep his distance and worry about a rude awakening, the fox sat down on the leather couch with his fellow professor, and shared in the beverage.

Franky was the first to break the silence between them. "Long day?"

Umbra nodded, "Three classes in a row, following the same subject. Consistency is easy, but I'll admit, I was getting bored of the routine." His hands did about as much of the talking as his mouth did. Any observant individual would realize that the fox was very animated with his speech, where his mannerisms wouldn't look out of place on a stage.

The rabbit, now fully awake and thoroughly enjoying his beverage with equally tired company cracked a smile, all while watching the fox go through the motions. "Hah! Got tired of repeating yourself?"

"Precisely."

"What was today's lesson, anyway?"

Ebon tails twitched at the question. It was difficult to tell whether it was out of amusement or annoyance, but Umbra's expression softened on seeing Franky's happy face. "A lesson in Newtonian physics, and the calculation of velocity and trajectory, utilizing siege weapons as examples. Cannons, catapults, trebuchets..."

"Sounds like you're ready to take over a castle." Franky places down what remained of his drink and reclines backwards. He cracks a cocky grin towards the fox, "You could break out the cardboard and cut out some props. See who can knock it down with some improvised weaponry. Make a catapult out of sticks and rubber bands, maybe..."

"I always did think students learn better when they're having fun..."

"Or properly motivated!"

"Or properly motivated," Umbra echoed. "Speaking of which, you mentioned a student who was having difficulty in his own studies when we last had a chat. How's he doing?"

"Aced the exam," came Franky's proud response. "Signed him up for some personal tutoring, and I worked out the best way to get him to learn. How 'bout you? The doberman. Mike, was it? He doing any better?"

"His own studies are progressing by leaps and bounds. Careful observation of what makes him tick gave me an idea to try on him. It's been working. You want to hear about it?"

Franky, eager to listen to the tales, leans forward in anticipation. "Go for it. Teach me your methods, O Wise One."

A captivated audience was a welcome audience. Knowing that the rabbit was all ears, he decided to share his tale. "You'd be surprised at how much gossip I hear among campus. People talk, and I have a surprising affinity for blending in."

"You? Blending in?"

"I know, right? I mean- Just look_at me," Nine tails, deep black fur, a svelte figure that glides through the hallways, Umbra was certainly a sight to behold. He had assumed his presence was so overt that it would be near impossible_not to notice him.

"Oh, I'm looking, alright," came a sultry growl from the built rabbit.

The eye rolling Franky got in response was well-deserved. "The fact is, people sort of... forget_I'm there. Once the novelty wears off, they go on with their lives._That gives me ample opportunity to listen in, and some of the things I hear are... Interesting." The fox leans forward, speaking in hushed tones, as if the spoken subject was taboo. "I've overheard a few of my students commenting about other faculty. Some good, some bad, but the juiciest nuggets of info I've heard are the crushes they've got. Naturally, we've got a few who are hot for their teachers. And let's be real here, with you and I on campus, I can hardly blame them."

"I mean, that much is obvious. People talk. You think these ears are just for show?" Franky gives them a quick wiggle, the movement easily drawing the fox's eyes towards them. "Doesn't hurt my confidence at all, knowing that people like what they see."

Umbra can't help but snicker. Eavesdropping may be considered rude in most circles, but how could he ignore some juicy gossip, especially when the matter directly concerns him? "In any case, that's partially how I learned that Mike was thirsting for me. Overheard him talking about how he, and I quote, would tap that all night if he could."

"He's got some pretty good taste. You do have a nice ass."

The comment was received with a proud smile. "Right back at you, big guy. I believe I've already given you my spiel on my affinity for rabbits, haven't I?"

Franky couldn't help but smile wider. "Maybe you have, maybe not. Why don't you give me a refresher course?"

"I suppose I should," was the falsely contemplative response from the velvet vulpine. "Legs for days, stamina for years, and a proclivity for practicing multiplication that would make even the most stalwart of mathematicians fall to their knees in submission. Fine asses, accentuated by a fluffy cotton ball or a tear-drop tail, and oh-so kissable faces. You, my friend, are no exception. I believe I overheard one of the students saying that you have a butt that just won't quit."

"And that's a compliment!"

"I'm inclined to agree with him in that case. But I'm getting off topic," Umbra waves dismissively and readjusts himself, "Mike. I know when I'm being stared at, and he's shit at hiding it. Called him into my office one day to talk about his grades, and offered him a private tutoring session."

"Sounds like you're taking a page out of my book," Franky mused. "Having a little one-on-one with you must have been a dream come true."

"But he wasn't paying attention. Not at first."

"Couldn't understand all the information being fed to him at once? Or was he too busy staring at you up close now that he had you all to himself?"

"Both. Figured that the former was causing the latter, so I decided to try and break it down for him. We worked out something to play into his strengths. Figured if I could do that, it would help get his mind out of the gutter. That's when I pulled out the construction paper.

"Construction paper?"

"Arts and crafts. Juvenile it may be, but we turned his lessons into something of a game with it. Visual representations of his homework, rather than plain black text. A little unorthodox, but I started getting results when it sort of turned into a game. That, at the very least, was the baseline for his learning." Being able to help a student overcome their difficulties and understand the lessons in their own terms, and showing significant improvement was proof enough that Mike was more capable than he gave himself credit for. All he needed was some help.

Franky looked proud. Mike wasn't even one of his students, but knowing that the fox cared about his students briefly wiped the smug smile from his face, replaced with one of genuine approval. "So what happened next?"

"The second part of his learning involved taking advantage of his obvious attraction to me. While I was able to break down the lessons into understandable ways for him to follow, what he needed to fully grasp it was some extra... Motivation." To demonstrate, the fox reaches up to his red tie and loosens it slightly. "After a certain amount of correct answers, I take off an article of clothing."

There was a twinkle in Franky's eyes when he heard that statement. Returning with a vengeance was that eager and smug grin. "Playing dirty, abusing a man's thirst like that."

"Takes one to know one, big guy," Umbra retorted. "But I was right on the money. He _really_started applying himself once that offer was on the table. He hasn't gotten me fully nude just yet, but his lessons are getting him closer. With the exam coming up this week, I decided to sweeten the deal."

"Now you gotta tell me. What did you offer him?"

"A lap dance. If he gets a perfect score on it, that'll be his reward."

This earned a wolf whistle from the eager listener. Franky brought a hand down to adjust his trousers, no doubt thinking about what a lap dance from the gentleman next to him would be like. "Damn... You're taking a page out of my book and really putting it all on the table, aren't you?"

Umbra himself was chuckling darkly. It was such a dirty trick to exploit a man's lust like that, and it was certainly something that would get him in a load of trouble with the board if they found out, but the fox was undaunted by taboo if he could get some results. Far be it from him to go back on a promise. "And I can assure you, he wants it. His eyes went as wide as dinner plates when I made that offer to him. You should have seen him! It was actually pretty cute."

"Heh... Sounds like it. I hear that guy's more of a gymnast than an academic, so it's nice that you've got him to grow out of his little box."

The fox nods in affirmation. "I'll say. I'm sure he'll be pleased with his grades, even if he doesn't ace the exam. So!" He leans forwards, intent on hearing the other teacher's side of the story, "That's my experience with a difficult student. How about your tutelage?"

"Like I said, he fucking aced_the exam." Franky flashes a smile and lowers his voice, "And for his efforts, I gave him some... _extra credit, if you catch my drift."

Here, the fox feigned ignorance, and took the bait that was laid out for him: "As a matter of fact, I don't. Perhaps you'll enlighten me?"

The metallic sound of a belt coming loose and a zipper being undone was all it took to turn the fox's attention downwards. Franky kept his smug smile, popping the button, and pushing down his pants to reveal a bright red thong, leaving little to the imagination. So little, in fact, that Franky's half-hard shaft was already slipping out of it.

While the sight was certainly arousing, there was a particular detail Umbra noticed: "Why did you draw letter grades on your penis, Franky?"

"Surprise anatomy exam?"

Umbra was caught off-guard by the response; It was so utterly seamless that it was as if Franky was prepared for the question, deliberately waiting for him to ask it. It didn't help that the rabbit was positively beaming at him. The tips of his tails thwapped against the couch, and his shoulders shook with silent laughter. "So am I to assume that you fucked him?"

"Nah. Not yet, at least. Think I'll give him that if he aces the finals. You wanna know what I did give him, though?" Franky stretches his arms and stands on up, with Umbra's eyes admiring the rabbit all the while. His attention was only further captured when the black pants slipped down, falling between the rabbit's legs.

Umbra was no longer laughing at this point. He watched as Franky did away with his shirt, exposing his bare self to the other teacher. The fox could feel his own heartbeat alongside the telltale signs of his arousal.

Franky was certainly a sight to behold like this. The rabbit's second job as a personal trainer did wonders for his body, building him up to a wall of well-defined muscle. The clothes did a good job of hiding some of it from the wandering eye, but people who paid close attention could catch the outlines on his clothing. Students weren't the only ones who liked to ogle the faculty, after all. Knowing that the fox was transfixed, Franky stood in front of him, with his back turned, allowing Umbra to get a good view of his rear, red thong pulled aside, and dropped down to the floor with the rest of his clothing shortly after.

Umbra was not prepared for what was to come. Before he knew it, his vision was completely blocked out by milk-chocolate fur, followed by darkness. The black vulpine's head was shoved between Franky's cheeks without so much as a warning, the pressure mounting on him as he was pushed back and ground into the couch cushions.

"Pucker up and give it a kiss," Franky taunted, "I know you want to... You're not too subtle. Caught you staring at me a lot, figured I could give you some personal training of your own. What do you say for a session on the house?"

No response that Umbra could give would have been even remotely coherent. Smothered as he was, all he could do was emit a muffled noise of affirmation. The demand he was given was met with enthusiasm, the fox eagerly opening his mouth and slipping his tongue along the rim. If Franky wanted the kitsune between his legs to give him a kiss, then he'd better prepare for one in French. There was, however, one problem: Umbra needed to ditch the clothes. His attempt to undo his belt was met with a swat to his hands.

"Nah, none of that. You just enjoy yourself back there and let me take care of that for you. It's the least I could do with such a dedicated professional..." With Umbra helplessly pinned beneath a mountain of bunny butt, Franky did what he could to remove the fox's clothes. One advantage to being a personal trainer was his flexibility. Aided by some support from his temporary cushion, he was able to bend down and take care of the fox's pants. We was slow and methodical with it, deliberately drawing it out to keep the man beneath him pinned.

In spite of his predicament, Umbra was far from complaining. He did what he could to lift his lower body up from the couch to aid in the removal of his clothing. With his hands otherwise unoccupied, he dug his fingers into Franky's ass and spread them wide, granting him ease-of-access to the rabbit's well-worn hole. Given how easy it was for the kitsune to thrust his tongue inside, Franky must have been training himself, be it with toys or other bed partners.

"Awww fuck, that's it," came the enraptured moans of the brown bunny, "Shoulda put you here sooner." Franky took the opportunity to fight back, actively riding the ravenous fox's face. Every press against the black muzzle would be met in turn with a thrust of the tongue. "You're making out with it like it's a lover back there..."

Umbra was given a moment's reprieve when the weight of the prodigious rabbit eased off him, allowing him to breathe. "An ass that fine deserves it," he huffs, restraining any moans that would otherwise threaten to leave him. "But don't you dare think that I don't have any tricks of my own."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." Franky silences any further backtalk by ramming his rear back, smothering the fox between his cheeks once again. He's all too prepared for that tongue to get back to work. What he doesn't expect is the fox's ebon tails slinking around and in between his legs, encircling and subsequently encapsulating his cock in their silken embrace.

A sinister chuckle came from the fox below as he took another firm lick over the bunny butt. The tails constricted and began to undulate in a slow rhythm. Umbra could feel the rabbit's hole squeeze down- a surefire sign that his treatment was working. Many of his trysts would let their guard down, oblivious to the fact that his many tails weren't simply accessories to his luxurious form.

But Franky would not complain. Instead, he would hump into the makeshift fleshlight. With every firm thrust forwards, those tails would squeeze down, only easing back up when he pulled back, the fluffy texture sending waves of pleasure through him. "Nnnf... Clever fox, playing dirty like that..."

The quick puffs of air between the rabbit's cheeks signaled another chuckle, but what smug persona Umbra could maintain was a thinly-disguised attempt to hide his own arousal. His own shaft, throbbing hard and drooling pre, betrayed his true feelings. It gave him no small amount of satisfaction to bring pleasure to another male. Being trapped in Franky's backside had been rapidly escalating his arousal. It was a race he was destined to lose if he didn't up the ante.

Franky himself was similarly caught in a bind. Whereas Umbra's own kinks were being used against him, the fox had forced an assault on both sides: An exploratory tongue that knew just the right places to lick, and an inescapable bundle of fluff with an unceasing massage. Breath by breath, stroke by stroke, lick by lick, he was being toyed with and he loved every minute of it. The sudden pressure on his prostate didn't do any favors, forcing him to ooze pre into those otherwise unsullied tails. If Umbra was going to play dirty, then Franky would reciprocate in turn. "Hey," he huffed, "Let go. Got something I know you'll love..."

Unexpectedly, Umbra complied. As the weight moved away from his face, he slipped his tails free while Franky turned himself around, shaft at full mass and throbbing with need. Freed from a personal heaven, the fox brought one of his tails over and licked at the fluids on them, taking in the barest hints of his friend's personal flavor, taunting him further.

The rabbit enacted his plan. He rapidly closed the distance, placed a blue hand on the fox's head, and shoved his muzzle forwards into his crotch, nose nestled against his heavy balls. He felt hot and heavy breaths against them, a needy tongue caressing over the two heavy orbs, and greedy hands pulling them even closer.

It was probably one of the biggest weaknesses Franky could have exploited. If there was anything Umbra loved more than ass, it was a fat pair of nuts. The fire in his loins intensified further while his shaft pulsated with imminent release. With ruby eyes rolling back, completely obscured by the dick hanging heavy over his head, Umbra's body shuddered, spilling his seed onto the tiled floor of the teacher's lounge. It was a clear win for the larger man; Outside of popping the fox's fly, he didn't even need to touch him.

Only after he heard the fox moan, and the splatter of liquid on stone, did Franky change tactics. He won this round, but was still in need of some relief himself. "Told you you'd like it. How 'bout I give you an exam while I have you here? Open up."

Still delirious from his high, Umbra leans back and lazily opens his mouth, tongue out and waiting eagerly. Franky wastes no time in taking the opportunity presented to him and slides his hard cock into the eager mouth. To think that only a few minutes ago, he was exchanging playful banter with the other member of the faculty, and now here he is, steadily grading him on an impromptu oral exam.

As the inches slid in, Franky began to recite letters for every red line that made it past Umbra's lips. Blackened claws gripped the rabbit's sides as Umbra braced himself and relaxed his throat, having bounced back quickly after what he had just recently gone through. The letters kept coming, up until a black nose touched against the soft, milky-brown fur of the rabbit's crotch, earning Umbra a cocksure smile. "Well would you look at that! Knew you'd ace it."

Umbra said nothing, opting to purse his lips tightly, drag his tongue over the length in his throat, and swallow hard, compressing it tightly within. The clenching of the hand on his head, in addition to the shudder he felt run through the larger male's body was evidence enough that he was doing a good job. Revenge, however, was necessary: Franky had played a dirty trick, and the fox would not let that stand on its own. Dulled claws sunk into the meaty rear of the rabbit, groping and kneading as the black-furred digits inched their way to the crevice he had been trapped in only moments prior.

In the meantime, Franky was in heaven, drawing his hips back and pushing them forward again. If there was one stereotype he appreciated about foxes, and was all too eager to try out, it was that they were very accommodating to large insertions. One could hardly blame him for trying to test that theory. He leaned forwards, dwarfing the fox beneath him. The affection that had been so generously given to his ass had already gotten him close to cumming, it wouldn't take long to bust in the tight warm throat so eagerly servicing him.

What the rabbit wasn't expecting, however, was for two invasive digits to slip between his cheeks, and pop into his spit-lubed hole. The rampant exploration had taught Umbra just where to poke and prod to get a reaction out of Franky- Knowledge that he was going to abuse in the best way possible. Only a few hard presses against the rabbit's button had him groaning out in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck!" Heavy bunny balls drew up against Umbra's chin, the pulsations could be felt running the entire cock lodged in his throat. The first load gushed into him, given no place to go but down. Franky began to pull back, with each rope getting swallowed as quickly as it could be fired. Only when the tip of the crown was left on his tongue did Umbra allow more than one spurt to accumulate, savoring the unique flavor of the rabbit.

When the flow finally dies down to little more than a trickle, Umbra places one final lick of the tongue to the tip of Franky's shaft, and swallows down the remaining liquid. Not a single drop spilled, such was the stereotypical expertise of the velvet vulpine. "Divine," he says, parting with a kiss to the rod.

Yet the rock-hard cock didn't go down in the slightest. If anything, it seemed to throb even more, having taken the lip service as a warm-up. "Hope you didn't think I'd be done with just one round," Franky threatened, placing his arms on the fox's shoulders. "Think you can handle all this?"

The two of them shared a knowing look between each other, one of lust and desire. Umbra just had one last issue he needed to take care of before he raised his tails for his partner in crime: All of the clothing above his waist. As he began to unbutton and shed the last of his garments, tossing them into the heap with his pants. Red stood hard against black, the sultry fox cutting a fine figure against the faded leather of the couch. "Of course I can. You gonna show me how rabbits multiply?"

"I'll do you one better and fuck you so hard you'll be howling for me."

"Never make a threat you can't live up to, big guy," Umbra reclines back onto the couch, arms behind him and legs crossed in a manner that demands further action from the other male. "Fail to make me scream, and I'm taking you back to my place for detention."

"I can live with that," Franky retorts. In moments, he's on top of the fox, the cushions sinking beneath their combined weight. He finds his head pulled down into a kiss, tasting the remnants of cum over the fox's tongue.

Umbra, meanwhile, relents when his silent demand for a kiss is graciously accepted. He unfolds his legs, allowing the lapin unrestricted access to his lower half, tails fanned out beneath him, some even drooping off the couch.

Soon, Franky slips back, kneeling between the pair of black legs. He slips his hands beneath them and lifts them up high, exposing the fox's ass to him. He leans down close, feeling the base of all nine tails brushing against his chin. "Think I oughta repay you for your good work back there. I _am_kinda hungry..."

With a nose snuffling along his taint and slipping between his cheeks, Umbra flexes his fingers, digging his claws into the worn leather while Franky slurps over his hole. He bites his lip, stifling the moan that was nearly forced from him, eager to win the bet he imposed upon the rabbit. His body, however, did most of the speaking for him. Reflex kicked in hard, his legs twitching, his rear clamping tight when the tongue breached his ring. It didn't take a genius to figure out just how much Umbra was enjoying the affections from the ravenous rabbit.

The rim job was a three-sided victory. First, though the fox maintained plenty of elasticity, any preparation was good preparation. In addition to the pleasure it provided, the lubrication was a necessity. Second, it gave Franky the perfect opportunity to recover from the refractory period, having just dumped a massive load down Umbra's gullet. Third, it was a _nice_ass. Hauling all those tails around must have given the vulpine a lot of leg work.

Feeling himself throbbing in anticipation and renewed lust, the eager rabbit pulled away from his lay, quickly setting upon him. They stared at each other, sharing cocky smirks and challenging glares. As Umbra felt the rabbit grinding that fat shaft between his cheeks, he knew that the bet was on, and it would be fun as fuck, win or lose.

Each stroke of the hips was calculated, driving the fox into an anticipatory frenzy. The blunt head of Franky's shaft eventually found purchase against the freshly-lubricated hole. In one smooth motion, and a generous application of pressure, the whole of it sunk inside in one smooth motion. In only a matter of seconds, the two bodies met, hips against rear, a bundle of deep dark fur slipping between fuzzy brown legs.

Now it was the rabbit's turn to stifle a groan. "Ffffucking foxes... I swear you're meant for this..." He ground his hips, feeling the plush ass rubbing against him, while the warm silken walls greedily tried to put him deeper. Held tight into a mating press, nothing would stop him from breeding the fox. He had every advantage here: Leverage, lubrication, and lust. He'd do his best to live up to his threats, come hell or high water.

Umbra himself was bracing himself mentally for the trials to come, for once barely capable of firing back a quip of his own towards the remark against him. Here he was, obscured by a massive hunk of a rabbit that he had often been ogling and fantasizing about. Physically, he was in absolute bliss, several of his fantasies converging together into this moment. Clear bias towards his colleague gave Franky a significant advantage. Knowing what he was capable of made the whole ordeal even more difficult for him. The first thrust that came forth from the bulky bunny knocked the air out of him in his attempt to hold back a moan. The second smashed into him with such force that the whole couch moved. The third, fourth, fifth, and every one henceforth felt like a battering ram against his psyche, while his body was wracked with pleasure. All he had to do was keep himself from screaming.

The fox would be remiss if he were to simply lie down and take it, however; This was a battle of endurance and willpower. If he let Franky have his way without a modicum of resistance, then the victor would be called before it was even over. Foxes gotta play dirty. Umbra's talents lie in tender touches rather than brute force, and what better way to display that than with his tails? It was often the one- or nine- asset(s) at his disposal that were seldom accounted for. The lapin above him had neglected to remember their presence again, so soon after having been subjected to their touch.

It was a golden opportunity that Umbra would take advantage of. Though the rabbit would piston into him, shaking his body to the very core, his tails nevertheless continued to explore. Slipping up along the taint and between Franky's cheeks, the tails began hotdogging the larger male. They lacked the rigidity or force to slide inside like his tongue, but it got the job done nonetheless. Strokes of the silky-smooth fur against the rabbit's pucker made the man above shudder.

The tickling against his ass made Franky moan out aloud, with his next thrust crashing the couch into the far end of the room, where it banged against the wall. If Umbra was going to toy with him, then he'd have to change his strategy to account for the sudden change in the power struggle. He slows his pace from a fast and furious fucking, to a deep and powerful breeding instead, focusing on the length of his strokes, rather than their speed. No more words would be shared between the two of them.

The room itself grew hotter with the pair's passionate coupling, their contest suffusing the room in their combined scents. Fur became mottled with sweat while they went at it, Umbra meeting every thrust with one of his own.

None of them noticed that the ruckus they were causing had wound up attracting the attention of some of the passers by. The commotion of bodies smacking against each other, the deep growls of a lust-ridden pair of beasts, the furniture bashing against the plastered walls, evidently the university's construction had neglected to account for sound-proofing. And why would they? The faculty room was never meant for such debauchery. From the crack in the door, some students peered through to look at their teachers fucking like wild animals, no doubt aroused and envious of the situation. Miraculously, when the door was pushed open further, the hinges, for all their age and wear, never squeaked.

Oblivious to their voyeurs, the two went at it like wild animals, with the both of them using whatever techniques they could muster to bring the other closer to their goal. Franky's technique had him forcing moans and groans out of the fox, while Umbra's tails and muscle control were accelerating the rabbit's rapid ascent to his peak.

For all their prowess, both of them were playing a dangerous game with double-edged swords. Franky's wanton exploitation of Umbra's prostate wound up taking a lot of effort out of the fox's own; Reflex kicked in, forcing his body to jolt whenever his sweet spot, suffusing the rabbit with a tight warmth that begged him to go deeper. Umbra himself was forced to contend with the sheer pleasure being forced through him; While pushing the rabbit's buttons would indeed improve his chances at victory, the concentration therein gave him significantly less restraint over his voice.

Both of them were effectively at the end of their rope, and while Umbra could do little else than wrap his legs around the rabbit fucking him, Franky tried one last gambit to force enraptured cries from the fox below him. He sunk as deep as he could, mashing his hips against the plush rear, and ground in full, deep motions, massaging those walls as they worked him to the core. Their lusts rose to a raging inferno, with the fox's cries slowly coming to a crescendo, his control wavering with every push of those hips. It was a command to give in, and let go.

Their onlookers, pleasuring themselves and trying to keep quiet, wound up being the deciding factor. One of them, recording the event on his phone, was bumped from behind. The rubber-encased device was knocked from his hands, and onto the tiled floor, where it bounced. Franky heard it loud and clear, turning his head towards the peeping toms who had dared interrupt his private session. Caught red-handed and recorded to boot, knowing all of the potential consequences that could befall him and his colleague, his body shuddered, and he groaned.

With a satisfied, if smug grin being flashed at the students, they got to watch as the fox's stomach began to swell with Franky's payload. Every spurt of liquid white that entered him was accompanied by another deep grind, showing off his body to the onlookers. "Nnnnnf... Smile for the camera, we've got an audience."

"What-" Delirious and winded from the ordeal, Umbra's breath hitched in his throat, and turned his head to the side to take notice of the intruders. He swallowed hard, going fully silent, simultaneously horrified and aroused that he had been caught. His rod pulsated, launching several ropes of his seed, splattering along his chest and face. It was one of the few times they would see him lose his stoic composure. "Fffffuck me..."

The victor was decided the moment the phone hit the floor. Umbra himself was mere moments away from howling out in ecstasy, but the distraction and subsequent discovery were the final nails in the proverbial coffin for Franky's libido. In a strange twist of fate, the fox came out on top and won the bet, all because of some horny students who couldn't resist the urge to investigate the noise. Neither of them could blame them for what happened.

Franky pulls out of his cock sleeve, and the dam breaks. A river of white flows from the freed hole and oozes out onto the bundle of tails, the couch, and the floor. Strong hands finally lay the raised legs down while he kneels between them. Leaving the messy couch behind, he walks over to the dropped phone, dick still swinging and oozing fluid, and picks it up. The recording is still going. He ends it, and plays it back, tracking through and shaking his head. "Buddy, your cinematography's in need of work. You can barely see anything with this. Look- Half the time all we're getting is a close-up of the door." One student holds his hand out, and he hands him the phone. "Try to do better next time. Maybe join the film club. Who knows, maybe you'll get a better view sometime."

Umbra himself, in a display of exhibitionism, stretches his legs and rolls over to his side. He reaches a hand behind him, spreads his cheeks, and gives the audience a good view of the mess their larger teacher made. He groans between heavy breaths, exhausted by the ordeal. "And _that_is how rabbits fuck. Take a good look, class. This will be on the exam." With his piece finished, he gets up from his seat. Cum drips from between his legs onto the floor. "Now shoo. We have a lot of cleanup we need to worry about."

With a few murmurs of "yes, sir" from the onlookers, they scatter about, and Franky closes the door behind them. Cleanup would take a while, especially since the lounge only had dish soap, paper towels, and a sink. The most the two could do at that point was dry themselves out and head to the janitor's closet and pick out the heavy-duty stuff, _especially_considering that they had to clean up the couch as well. The whole ordeal took the better half of an hour to make the place look relatively spotless again. The couch was moved back, the stains cleaned off, and the two sweating males in need of a shower.

"So," Umbra started, putting away the last of the bottles and turning towards the muscled rabbit, "What was that about making me howl for you?"

Franky playfully smacks the fox on the rear, earning a yelp from him. "Guess that means I'm being put into detention. I promise I'll be a good boy tonight."

Tendrils of black curl around the larger male's waist. "Truly? We shall see... In any case, get yourself home and washed up, big guy. You know my number, so give me a call when you want me to pick you up."

"Not gonna join me in the gym showers? Come on~ You know you want to."

Umbra reluctantly disengages himself from the flirting rabbit. "I do, but I need to have a word with the dean. I don't trust the students to stay quiet about this, and I think I can _convince_him to look the other way when word inevitably gets out." As he turns to leave the room, he raises his tails high and flicks them against Franky's chin. "Be seeing you."