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Sam huffed as he started entering the final stretch of his morning workout, the mouse had another fifteen minutes of running on the treadmill and then he'd be finished. He'd been going to the gym ever since he'd started college four months ago but found it had mixed results. He felt more active, definitely had more stamina than before, all very good things.

Yet, they weren't the results he desired.

Even now he was still just as scrawny as when he'd started, his muscles looked a little more defined and he could see some results, but he hadn't actually bulked up. The only thing that had was maybe his rear and thighs, probably from all the cardio he was doing.

But even that was undesirable. He'd always been on the smaller side, even for a mouse he was just barely over five feet in height, but his short and slim physique had made him appear much too feminine for his taste. That had only gotten worse since hitting the gym.

How many guys had started hitting on him, thinking he was a girl until he had to correct them? Too many at this point.

He actually wasn't opposed to their attention, while he was attracted to women, he was also very attracted to men. But he'd learned early on to make absolutely sure that they knew they were asking out another man before things went any further.

There had been more than a few... awkward incidents as a result of those little misunderstandings.

Some were cool with it, playing it off as best as they could, as weird as it was for them. Some had been a little curious about their own sexuality as a result and he'd offered the non-committal chance to explore it further, those had been his favorites of those first incidents.

But it was the guys who totally freaked out that had killed it for him, making it so he had to be clear from the start. Some just straight up panicked and ran with their tails between their legs, ok, fair enough, whatever. Others... well, they were just straight up assholes about the whole situation.

Whatever, fuck those guys.

While the gym was no exception for potential dates, he had it a little easier here. Most of the people who came here understood that whoever was here was more interested in working out than hooking up. It gave him a little bit of peace and he knew which guys to avoid, gym habits and behavior were very telling of a person's character.

The digital timer on his smartwatch went off, breaking Sam away from his thoughts and letting him know that he was finished. He turned the treadmill off, slowing his pace until the machine came to a dead stop. He wiped off the sweat on his fuzzy face with his towel and took a long drink from his bottle of water before hopping off the treadmill.

His legs were pleasantly sore, the kind of sore where you were satisfied with pushing yourself a little further than your usual workout routine. Even if they were a little shaky it was no problem for him to grab his bag and make his way out of the workout station.

He debated for a moment if he wanted to walk back to his dorm for a shower, a quick sniff of himself and a slight wrinkle of his nose begged him to do otherwise. The college he was attending had a lot of canines, all of them with very sharp noses. He didn't want to risk any potential rumors that he skipped out on basic hygiene.

Making friends was difficult enough, but it was made worse when you were the "smelly guy" on campus.

So, he made his way down the corridor that would lead to the locker rooms. He hummed to himself as he thought of what a good day it had been. He'd gotten all of his homework done, had the opportunity to tackle a good chunk of the study booklet he'd received from his professor and even pushed his workout routine a whole thirty minutes longer!

He was sure that this was a good sign that the day could only improve from here!

Just as Sam was thinking that and rounding the corner he crashed muzzle first into something firm and...soft? The force of the impact was enough to unbalance him and he landed on his rear. Well... one benefit of having a bigger butt, lots of cushioning, so it didn't hurt at least.

Getting over the initial daze with a shake of his head, Sam looked up and felt his ears folding back and his tail twitching nervously, because of course the one person he had to run into was Professor Freec of all the freaking people!

Professor Freec was the resident "hardass" professor at his college. She was the one that no student wanted to cross, ever. Rumor had it that she failed students just for breathing wrong!! It was probably an exaggeration, but the constant annoyed glower on the german shepherd's face sure added some fucking credibility to those rumors!

And the current target of that annoyed, nearly pissed off glare happened to be Sam.

...Shit.

This was the only possible thing that could have ruined his day, running into the meanest professor on campus at the gym when he was sweaty and filthy. No doubt her nose could pick up on his scent, especially since he just ran right into her.

There was one slight contradiction to the canine woman that seemed to confuse most people, Sam included. Her face was constantly stuck in "resting bitch face" mode, but the rest of her looked... welcoming.

She was a curvaceous, soft looking woman with wide hips, an incredible bust and an ass that you could bounce a silver dollar off. Especially in the very tight-fitting workout attire that she was currently wearing. A nice black sports bra that didn't take away any of the fullness of her breasts, somehow making them look even more perky, and matching black yoga pants that seemed to strain from hugging her curves so tightly and almost forming a perfect V around her groin that would be hard for anyone to tear their eyes away from.

But as sexy as all of that was, every part of her also looked cuddly and nurturing at the same time. Sort of like she could be the hot mom of one of your friends who baked you cookies and told you corny jokes, but you couldn't stop staring at her rear every time she bent over.

It certainly confused the shit out of Sam's brain every time he saw her in class and had to make that face to body connection.

He also realized he'd been sitting on his ass and staring up at her for too long by this point. Sam quickly stood up and dusted himself off as he nervously started to apologize. "M-Miss Freec! I... Am so freaking sorry! I-I didn't think- I mean- I was rounding the corner- And I just- I-uhh."

The shepherd woman inhaled deeply and shook her head, letting it out as a growl as she stepped towards him, close enough that he could feel her body heat against his short fur. "As long as your mind isn't wandering in class, I don't care. Yes?"

Sam realized this would be a good moment to speak up as he quickly nodded his head. "Y-yes! Of course! Ma'am- Professor!" he quickly corrected himself.

She nodded her head, almost approvingly. "See to it that you don't." Before Sam could start to leave, the professor gripped one of his shoulders and leaned down to whisper, or rather, growl into his ear. "And make sure you wash up properly."

Sam gulped as he nodded his head furiously once more, unable to take his eyes off the older woman as he stumbled his way around the corner and towards the locker rooms.

Once Sam was sure that she was out of ear shot and that he was safely inside the locker rooms, he leaned back against the door and let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Holy fucking shit that scared me."

The mouse was a good student, always on top of his homework and doing the best he possibly could to be pleasant and charming. Doing literally everything possible to stay in Professor Freec's good books. A tall order for sure, but Sam was certain he'd been doing a good job of it since he started classes. But this little fumble was enough to gnaw at his brain and make him panic, thinking that the carefully stacked image of a "good student" would tumble away and that she'd direct her ire towards him next time.

"Fuuuuuuck." Sam softly groaned to himself as he tried not to whimper at the petrifying thoughts.

He'd been having a good day, a great day! So why did this one little incident have to put so much fucking fear in him?

"Because it's professor, ball-busting, Freec's. And she has no problem making an example out of any idiot who pisses her off?"

Oh... right.

The mouse sighed to himself once more before hanging his head. Fuck it, there was nothing he could do but wait and see what the shepherd would do. Best case scenario, she might forget about the whole thing!

Worst case... he tried not to think about it.

Instead, he focused on getting ready to shower. Stripping down completely and throwing his dirty clothes in a plastic bag before grabbing his towel and body wash. There wasn't anyone else in the locker room so Sam didn't even bother to cover up as he marched naked towards the stalls.

Once the hot water started running and washed over Sam's sore, tired body, he could feel himself becoming a lot calmer. Showers were good for that, cleansing the stress of whatever situation one found themselves in, and the mouse was deeply appreciative of it after such a short, stressful incident.

As he hummed to himself and continued to wash the sweat and grime off his body, Sam's ears perked at the sound of the locker room door squeaking open. But the mouse paid it no mind, someone else had probably finished their workout, same as him.

Feeling that he'd washed himself off adequately, the mouse finished his shower and quickly ran his paws over his body to wipe away the excess water out of his short fur. It would make it easier to dry off and the towel wouldn't be as soaked afterwards.

As he was walking back into the locker room, wrapping the towel around his waist, Sam quickly noticed who the other occupant was just as he was pushed back into the lockers. The german shepherd's larger body pressed right against his and was keeping him perfectly trapped

"P-Professor?!" Why was Professor Freec in here? This was the men's locker room!

She was completely silent, simply leaning down as she buried her nose into the damp fur of Sam's neck, eliciting a surprised chitter from the mouse. What- Just what the hell was going on!? What was she doing!?

Still, the shepherd didn't say anything, pressing her nose right into his neck and inhaling deeply. A pleased, rumbling growl escaped the dog as she pulled back and looked down at Sam with a toothy grin.

"Good little mouse, all nice and clean." She finally cooed.

Ooook, what the actual fuck? Sam thought to himself just before the shepherd pressed herself closer against Sam's body. And try as he might- and good fucking lord was he trying, his muzzle was quickly buried into the busty dog's sizeable cleavage.

Sam muffled his protests, trying to pull his face out of her tits, but the dog simply grabbed the back of his head and kept his nose snuggly buried between her breasts.

"Oh, no, no, no, little mouse. Stay right there where mama can see you, hmm?"

Wait, did she call herself mama?

Sam tried to say something but it was completely unintelligible with how deeply he was buried between her tits. It was getting harder to breath, and those occasional sips of air were laced with the musky, sweaty scent of the older women, with just a hint of perfume.

He didn't want to admit it, simply because of the fucking bizarre situation he was currently in, but the mouse actually kind of liked the smell. She was a big, strong woman, and her scent was giving off as such. While she was curvy, and definitely not with the type of hourglass figure that most men drooled over, that curvaceous body of hers was still sexy and strong as hell, stronger than him at least.

Not only was she stronger, she was also still incredibly soft, plush, it actually felt nice to feel his muzzle buried in her valley and soaking in the comforting warmth that radiated off of her.

But as much as he was enjoying the scent and feel of the older women, he was still barely taking in any air. He was actually starting to get dizzy! Sam tried to tap at her arms, attempting to communicate that he needed to breathe. When she didn't respond he became desperate, almost slapping her arm to let him go.

Finally, the professor decided to have mercy on the poor mouse and loosened her grip on him. Sam took the opportunity to pull back, heaving in a lungful of air that he desperately needed. By the grin she was giving him it was clear that the shepherd was amused by his near suffocation.

"Awww, out of breath so soon? You're going to need to learn how to hold it in longer." The professor said as she grabbed the front of Sam's towel, but not before shamelessly groping at his quickly hardening erection. "But don't worry... I have plenty of time to teach you."

Before Sam could react the shepherd gripped the towel and pulled it off in one smooth motion before she was spinning him around and pushing him towards the nearest bench. Landing on his back with a sharp squeak he tried to sit back up only for the bigger woman to straddle his groin.

"Nuh-ah-ah." She chided with a condescending coo. "You sit right there, mousey boy."

Sam gaped at her, just what the actual fuck was happening? "P-professor, what are you doing?!" He finally managed to nervously chirp out.

She grinned down at him with a not so friendly smile that made him audibly swallow. No, he'd seen this look many times before, mostly from the men, and some of the women, he took home after a good date. It was that hungry, predatory sort of smile that said she wanted to gobble him up and make him beg for more while she was already breaking him and his bed frame.

She tilted her head as she looked down at him, taking a moment to... he'd almost think she was admiring him. Especially by the way her large paws ran down his chest slowly, sensually, taking in all of him with not just her eyes, but from what she could feel.

And by the steady flow of blood pumping into his erection, there was going to be a lot for her to feel.

"You know... I always did think you were the cutest little mouse in my class." She began as she continued to rub her paws up and down his lean, petite body, almost comfortingly, or even romantically if the situation was different. "Just so... adorably enticing. You just look so fun to play with, and I'm sure the others you've taken home with you would agree."

Sam's eyes widened in surprise, something that wasn't missed by the professor as she licked her lips in that typical, canine fashion that showed off her entire maw. "Yeah, I've heard the rumors. About the cute little bi mouse boy who takes it up the ass so nicely, who just moans and gives the cutest little squeaks as he's getting pounded. I know_ all_ of it."

"M-Ma'am?" Sam squeaked out nervously, much to her apparent amusement.

"Don't you worry about a thing. Mama's gonna take good care of you." Professor Freec said as she leaned in close, nearly nose to nose with Sam. "Well, as long as you're a good little boy who does what he's told. Otherwise..." she capped off her sentence with a playful chomp at the air between them before chuckling to herself.

Sam had some idea about what was going on... he was still confused as all hell though. How had she heard about him? Did someone tell her? Did she overhear someone? That was probably it. God damn assholes couldn't keep their mouths shut, just had to brag about the nice piece of ass they managed to tap.

...Admittedly it was his ass they were talking about, so there were some mixed feelings there.

One of them being pride...

He was broken from those particular thoughts as he felt his professor start grinding against him, slowly and surely. The shorts she was wearing were so tight and sheer that she might as well have been grinding against him with her bare slit. It was enough to make the mouse hiss in pleasure as a shiver ran up his spine.

Something that apparently pleased the shepherd as she smiled down at him "Mmm, now that's a good boy. Getting all nice and thick for me." A firmer, rougher grinding of her hips against his hardening shaft accompanied her praises.

It only took a few minutes but soon enough Sam was already fully erect and on the edge, he didn't know if it was because he'd been caught by surprise or if the shepherd really was just that hot, or maybe he was too pent-up, class had kept him distracted lately, but every time she ground herself back and forth on his cock was bringing him closer to release then he expected.

She seemed to sense this, either by the way his muzzle started to scrunch up or from the throbbing of his cock. Regardless, she had enough sense to stand up, allowing Sam to let out a sigh of relief. Shit, he'd been brought right to the edge, his cock was standing tall, throbbing angrily in the open air from being denied release.

Even if he hadn't blown his load there was still plenty of evidence of his arousal on his professor's tight gym shorts, messy strands of pre, and most likely adding to the mess, her own juices coated her covered slit and thighs, slowly dripping down into his fur as she stood above him.

"Mmm, such a naughty little boy, making a mess of mama's shorts like that." She said gruffly as she circled a paw over her mound, further rubbing in the mess of combined juices, taking a moment to bring the coated paw to her muzzle and licking her fingers clean.

"What should I do with a naughty little mouse who can't stop making messes?" She asked him.

Before he could try forming an answer the dog started peeling off her shorts, taking her time to slowly pull them down her thick thighs and long legs in a sensual display, leaning forward to give Sam a very generous, and frankly incredible view of her cleavage before standing up again.

The mouse gaped as he stared up at his professor, suddenly naked from the waist down, save for the soaking panties that tightly clung to her figure. Before Sam could say anything she was pinning him down again, only now that incredible warmth was pressed right against his rigid erection.

"Hmm, so, just how should I play with you?" Wait, how should she play with him? Hadn't she been playing with him this whole freaking time?

Rather than voice that question, Sam watched as she reached down beside her, only just now noticing a large black gym bag beside the bench, obviously belonging to his professor with how casually she searched through it.

"Ah! Let's start off with something simple and easy." She said, turning to face Sam with the items she pulled out, forcing him to swallow audibly as he saw what she'd pulled out.

In her right paw was a blue bottle of lubricant. From the little berries adorning the label it was clearly flavored lube. In her left paw was a fairly sizable, deep purple butt plug.

Oh fuck, she wasn't actually going to use that on him, was she!?

At this point Sam had had just about enough! He was completely fine doing butt stuff, he was pretty much a bottom after all, but when it came to the women he fucked they should at least have the courtesy of asking before screwing around with his rear!

As he tried to sit up and push Professor Freecs off of him she quickly placed the bottle of lube between her teeth, using her now free paw to quickly grab both of Sam's wrists, pinning them against the bench above his head.

"Hey! The hell-" His protest was cut short as he felt something shoved into his muzzle, from the musky, sweaty and spicy tang that quickly filled his nostrils and rolled across his tongue, it was clearly the shorts she'd just been wearing. She tossed the plug, as well as the lube in her mouth, back onto the bag before facing Sam.

"Oh! You naughty boy! Talking back to mama like that! And here I thought you were so well behaved!" The shepherd said sternly as she glared down at him, although there wasn't any true anger in her expression. "I was only thinking of teasing you a little bit, but now... I think you need a little_ extra_ punishment."

If the way she had his arms easily pinned down with one paw wasn't already a testament to how much stronger she was than Sam, she was further proving it by the way she easily handled his body, grabbing his legs and hips as necessary with her other paw to maneuver him until he was bent in half with his exposed rear suddenly under her muzzle. Her own hips pressed against his back to prevent him from uncurling himself.

Just how was she able to manipulate and contort his body so easily!? Was it because she was bigger than him? A predator? Both? Even as his mind raced to think of an answer, he wasn't able to form anything of the sort as the shepherd brought her free paw sharply down on one of his cheeks, ringing a squeak from the mouse.

"Mmm, such a tight little ass you have, you must really be working hard on it. Making sure all those cute boys want a piece of it... Makes me... want a taste of my own." Without any further warning the shepherd pressed her muzzle right against his tail hole.

Sam's eyes rolled back instantly as he felt the dog's lips press against his pucker. It was well trained, nothing had been able to break it thus far, which meant that the dog was easily able to slip her tongue past the tight ring of muscle with absolute ease.

They both groaned in unison as Professor Freec's got a proper taste of Sam's tail hole, reminding the mouse why he did have a slight preference for canines. Those tongues of theirs were just so long, powerful, and able to reach in deep to hit all the best spots inside his rear. As his professor was currently providing a perfect example at this moment.

She wasn't shy about how much she was enjoying eating out his ass either, there was no question she'd done this before as she buried her tongue in deep, bathing his sack and cheeks in hot breath from her shameless, enthusiastic panting.

"Fuck, you taste better than I thought." She growled, a brief pause to praise him before she was burying her tongue back into his silken rear.

It was completely impossible for Sam to keep quiet, sharp moans and squeaks piercing through the bunched-up fabric in his mouth as she continued that wondrous assault. Not only that, it was getting harder and harder for Sam to think of any reason to keep protesting, at least as far as his body was concerned.

Already his body was going through the motions of having a lover taste him, his well-practiced hips ground against her muzzle as she slurped and swirled her tongue inside of his rear. Her muzzle pressed flush between his legs with her nose right against his fuzzy sack, breathing in the fresh, virile scent.

While the shepherd was taking her time tasting his tail hole, one of her paws trailed down, grasping his throbbing member. Sam could only squeak out as the dog started vigorously jerking him off while feasting on his rear.

He tried to squirm, to wriggle, to do anything that would get him away for a moment to make the professor ease up, but he was completely trapped in a losing battle. Sam's generous pre was not only dripping down and splashing onto his own, gaping muzzle, but also making the professor's paw pumping his shaft fluid and effortless with the proper lubing.

A sudden, sharp snarl escaped the shepherd before Sam yelped out in response. This bitch just bit him!! The upper set of her teeth were digging into his taint, while the lower half was buried into his cheeks underneath his tailhole.

But even though it was slightly painful, and enough to make him chitter nervously, it only lasted a moment as she used the additional grip to bury her tongue to prod even deeper into his asshole, swirling it around and trying to reach for that special spot inside of him.

Sam doubted that she'd be able to, despite the length of a canines tongue, but good fucking lord was she making an honest effort that was quickly turning his brain to mush!

Just as Sam found himself on the edge again, the shepherd pulled both her tongue and paw off with a sharp gasp and ragged huff. Looking more than a little dazed, and most definitely scent drunk. But she recovered quickly, just enough to lick her lips in a sensual display.

She brought her muzzle down again, but not against his rear this time. No, that silken, sensual and incredibly talented tongue was swirling around his sack. That strong, canine muscle expertly rolling one of his balls around her tongue before switching to the other almost seamlessly.

While Sam was distracted by the expert attentions of her tongue he failed to notice the pair of fingers prodding at his tail hole until they were already rubbing insistently at the tight ring of muscle. Her tongue had ensured that he was sufficiently lubed and loosened, making it easy for her to push in a pair of fingers.

Sam squeaked and moaned through the musky shorts, his cock openly throbbing in the air at the combined assault of her tongues working along his testes as well as the fingers pushing deeper into his tail hole. Her lips sweetly kissed his sack as she suckled on his balls while her fingers pumped in and out of his clenching hole.

The mouse's head was swimming with pleasure, the combined assault and the musky scent of arousal was purely intoxicating, making any previous form of resistance seem like such a remote notion at this point.

Hell, If he'd known she was this talented he might not have even put up a fight at all when they'd started!

Not only was she an expert at bringing his pleasure to new heights, she was also incredibly aware of the signals coming from his body, forcing him on that bittersweet edge of cruel, yet blissfully pent up. Generous shots of pre had already soaked his front and muzzle from just how much she'd forced him to produce. It was almost as if she was telling him "I can make you cum anytime I want, I'm just choosing to prolong it."

Sam was almost completely incoherent by the time she did pull off of him, her fingers lingered around his hole, rubbing teasingly for a moment, but she'd lifted her muzzle entirely to grin down at him, satisfied at the mess she'd made of him.

"Well, aren't you just the cutest little slut? Got you all cum brained without making you cum yet!" She cooed, reaching down to affectionately scratch at his ears. "Oh, but we're not done yet, no, no, no!"

She finally reached back down to grab the previous items, finally releasing Sam's wrists. There was no fight left in him, she'd slammed down on the "slut" button in his brain and it wasn't going to switch back for a long, long, time yet.

Professor Freec's realized this herself, it was probably why she'd let him go in the first place. Yet she kept her hips firmly against his back so that he was still bent in half. She took her time applying the icy cold liquid to his tail hole, slowly rubbing the lube in, pushing her fingers in as deep as she could go to make sure he was nice and lubricated for what she had planned.

Then he felt it, the firm, blunt press of the butt plug she'd shown him before. His whole body tensed for just a moment before he forced himself to relax, he wanted this to feel good and tensing would have the opposite effect.

He breathed in slowly, deeply, or as deeply as he could with his body being a mouse pretzel at the moment. Yet, it still helped as she took her time pushing in the plug, feeling his tail hole stretch to accommodate the sudden girth that was being forced inside of him.

Sam gasped and finally allowed himself to clench as he felt the impressive girth of the plug enter his hole, feeling the ring of muscle swallowing around it with a lewd, squelching pop! He shivered at the now welcome sensation.

There were some subtle differences, but really, it wasn't that different from taking a knot, and the mouse had plenty of experience taking those!

With the plug firmly and snuggly settled in his tail hole the german shepherd pulled her own body back, allowing Sam to uncurl himself and to lay on the bench. "Such a good boy! You took that so well!" Professor Freec's praised him adoringly. "Hmm, mama thinks that maybe her good little boy deserves a treat of his own."

Sam wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he was slowly starting to come around to her way of thinking. It became apparent as she pulled the now sopping wet panties down, briefly clinging to her soaking sex for a moment before she dropped them down her legs completely.

As an interesting surprise, instead of simply discarding her panties, she instead wrapped the soaked fabric around the base of his shaft and balls. It wasn't so tight as to be uncomfortable, but there was a dull persistent presence around his groin as a result.

It was almost like some kinky, spur of the moment cockring.

With her drenched panties comfortably wrapped around Sam's mouse hood, she stepped over him, her feet firmly planted on either side of the bench as she looked down at him with a lewd sneer. "Now... take that out of your mouth and give mommy her kiss, hmm?"

Sam didn't need to be told twice as he pulled the drool and sweat soaked garment out of his mouth, trails of saliva following along with it. Before he even had time to drop it out of his paw the german shepherd lowered herself until she was pressing her mound right into his muzzle.

Immediately the mouse was assaulted with the sweaty, musky, spicy sweet and tangy scent of the canine as she firmly sat herself on his muzzle and soaked his face in her plentiful juices. She gave an experimental grind of her hips, possibly making sure she was comfortable, but probably checking to make sure Sam wasn't going to hurt himself either.

"Good down there?"

Sam gave a muffled grunt of approval and a slight nod of his head, or as much of a nod as he could with the weight of the dog firmly pressing down on his head.

"Good. Now... start licking, enjoy your treat baby boy."

A jolt and shiver of pleasure ran through Sam's body, forcing his ears and tails to twitch excitedly at the unexpected praise. God was he a fucking slut for good praise. It was more than enough for the mouse to wrap his arms around her thighs, both pulling her down and himself up to bury his muzzle into her pussy.

A sharp, surprised gasp that quickly dissolved into a pleasured growl escaped the professor, one paw came to firmly grip the fur on Sam's head. "O-oh my! Such an enthusiastic boy!" She cooed while grinding her hips against his eager mouth.

Sam couldn't stop himself, having his nose pressed so closely to her dripping sex, that intoxicating scent swirling and wrapping itself around his brain was enough to encourage him as he mindlessly sucked and lapped at her clit. His tongue brushed through the sensitive lips of her pussy, filling his mouth with the rich, almost sweet juices of the shepherd's folds.

The mouse couldn't get enough of it, tightly gripping her thighs and burying his muzzle even further, wringing an ecstatic shriek from the dog above him. She was huffing now, Sam could see her drooling, long strands that dripped all the way until they reached his head.

She was fucking loving this!

Maybe a little too much as she stood up quickly. "S-shit! One second!" She gasped out.

She stood there, eyes closed, panting as she composed herself. From the look of her quivering lips and the pleasured grin curling her muzzle, Sam figured she'd been right on the edge of an orgasm, probably wanting to hold off for as long as she could.

Once the professor had regained her composure she looked down at Sam and smiled. "You're pretty good with that mouth of yours... but let's see how well you can hold up with a little... distraction."

Sam didn't even question it, actually rather curious now as to what she had in mind for him. Instead of elaborating further the professor turned around until the mouse was met with the sight of her plump rear, slowly descending towards him until she took a seat on his face.

She was leaning forward, taking a fair amount of her weight off of him thankfully. As much as he was fine with being her seat, she was still much bigger than him. That didn't stop his paws from grabbing her rear, spreading those generous cheeks as he once again buried his muzzle into her slick, dripping cunt.

The shepherd gasped and shuddered above him, lightly raising and lowering her hips against his muzzle in an easy pace. But she wasn't simply content with receiving, evident when Sam felt one of her massive paws wrapping around his still hardened length once again.

This time though, she was going far easier on him than when she was simply eating his ass out, using slow, almost dainty strokes along his shaft.

"Still so eager for me, just look at how much you're throbbing" she cooed with a firmer grip and slow pumping of his cock. "Poor thing, all pent up with no release in sight. But don't you worry, mommy will make sure it's worth it~"

Sam wasn't going to argue that it would be worth it. But that didn't stop him from squirming and writhing underneath her. He was spectacularly pent up now, the shepherd was masterfully skilled at keeping someone right on the edge without letting them feel any relief.

It didn't help when her other paw began cradling his balls, massaging the plump orbs with an almost maternal gentleness. The mouse couldn't help but gasp as a generous rope of pre shot out of his shaft and no doubt across the dog's muzzle.

"Mmm, so plentiful, I wonder how much you're going to give me when I let you cum." She said aloud with an almost dreamy tone of wonder before she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and started swirling her tongue

Sam only hoped it was soon, he wasn't sure just how much longer he could last like this!

While he was distracted by the professor's silky soft muzzle around his tip and his own tongue greedily lapping at her folds, Sam failed to notice that her paws had abandoned their attentions on the rest of his shaft. Only realizing this when he felt her grabbing the base of the plug she'd left in his rear, slowly pulling it out of him and making him shudder in response.

But her intention wasn't to leave him empty for long, made clear when he felt something slickened, small and orb-like pressing at his loosened pucker.

It didn't stop when he felt that first orb pop right into his rear, what followed soon after, at a gentle pace, was another, slightly larger orb. Sam didn't need to see what she was doing to realize that she was feeding his pucker a nice helping of anal beads.

It wasn't long before the mouse was squirming underneath her again, even with her body pressing down on him and keeping him pinned, he was still struggling to take anymore beads, especially with how big they seemed to be getting. Judging by the size, they had to have been meant for a bigger species, not a little mouse like him!

Still, that little fact didn't seem to deter her one bit, even as his tail hole strained taking the fifth one and he could feel the first bead prodding deep into his stomach, his muscles involuntarily clenching around the massive toy inside of him.

"Shhh, it's ok sweetie. Just relax~" The shepherd cooed soothingly, giving his cock a loving lick. "Just look at how much you're throbbing for me, doesn't it feel so good? Don't you want it to feel even better?"

Sam couldn't help but release a long, keening squeak as she managed to push the fifth orb into his stretched rear, the sixth quickly following, and the seventh... and continuing on until finally she managed to push in the tenth and final orb.

"Look at that, you took them all! You really are mommy's good little boy!" The professor said with an excited wiggle of her hips against his gasping muzzle

It was a strange sensation, he'd never used anal beads before, but he could feel himself clenching around each individual one, the muscles of his anal cavity trying their hardest to expel the foreign objects.

But there was also something enticing and exotic about it. He'd taken far bigger from his partners, sure, but this was stimulating him in ways he rarely ever felt. While someone would be thrusting into him, the beads stayed stationary, leaving him feeling completely full. It was like he was experiencing several knots all lining up inside of is tail hole-

Sam squeaked and yelped all at once as he felt a powerful vibration deep in his stomach, working its way out of him. Professor Freecs sat up, looking over her shoulder with a devious smile as she wiggled a remote control in her paw.

Jesus fuck, they were vibrating anal beads!

The pleasure coursing through him was accompanied by a deep panic, the beads were pressed up right against that sweet spot deep in his ass, combined with how on edge he'd been this whole time- there wasn't a chance in hell he would be able to stop himself from coming.

He could already feel that tightening of muscles, the pressure building up in his groin, the erratic throbbing of his cock, all telltale signs that he was about to blow the biggest load of his life any second now.

Or, he should have. The professor could tell that he was about to blow, and apparently that wasn't in her plans, she was intent on extending his torture for as long as she could. So, almost as if she'd done this a thousand times before, she quickly lowered the setting of the toy to a gentle vibration while one of her massive paws wrapped around the base of his shaft.

Her index finger and thumb were quickly wrapped around his cock so tightly that Sam let out a pained yelp. Eyes squeezed shut as he could feel himself throbbing between her fingers, that build up almost reaching a crescendo... only to ease off the harder she squeezed.

The poor mouse was completely flat on his back, the attention to her dripping, musky cunt completely forgotten as he was denied his orgasm, but still left as a twitching mess underneath her from just how close he had been.

"Aww, my poor baby." The shepherd said, sounding concerned as she stood up and turned around. Showering the mouse's face with gentle little kisses. "I know baby boy, that must have been hard for you, but you did so good holding off! Mommy thinks you deserve a special reward for that"

Sam was barely able to blink, let alone comprehend what she'd just said. All he felt were those tender, sweet kisses soothing him. She said something about.... About a reward? What else could she possibly do at this point?

His question was quickly answered as the professor sat herself down in front of him, lifting his legs slightly, but not bending him completely in half like before. He looked down with tear blurred eyes to see her finger hooking around the ring of the toy as she smiled at him sweetly.

But he saw the hidden deviance, that hint of sadistic delight that made his stomach drop and his eyes widen. She was about to put him right back on the edge again.

His mind went to blinding, blissful fuzz as the toy once again started to aggressively vibrate his insides, his head flying back almost hard enough to crack the bench. But that wasn't all she had planned for him, she wasn't content with just that.

With an almost agonizingly slow pace, she began to tug the beads out, actually feeling and hearing the pop of the largest orb as it was pulled from his rear. He could feel his fucking insides being tugged along with the vibrating orbs, almost shifting around with how intense it felt.

But as the shepherd reached the third to last bead, she quickly switched back to pushing them inside of him once again. Forcing Sam to feel the vibrating orbs stretch out his poor, abused pucker at the professor's cruel pace.

She continued this for an agonizingly long time, even when Sam was on the verge of overstimulation and tears. Even as he was left panting and writing at her sadistic attentions and his cock was left to throb openly in the air with no chance of release. When he began to squirm too much, she'd tighten the grip she kept on one of his thighs.

He was completely at the professor's mercy.

After what seemed like a small, excruciatingly pleasurable eternity, the shepherd finally pulled the beads completely free from his rear. Sam almost felt like heaving a sigh of relief. Tears had matted the short fur of his cheeks, his whole body was twitching erratically, and his gaped tail hole was clenching around open air.

"Aww, was that too much for my baby boy?" The shepherd asked sweetly. Leaning over, she gave Sam a kiss on his lips. "Mommy's sorry, you're just so fun to tease! But I promise, I have one more big thing planned for you, something extra special"

Sam couldn't even speak, he could barely even think or register what the professor had said. All he knew was that suddenly there was a new pressure on his rear, even his pleasure shattered mind could tell that it was another butt plug, and an overly sized one at that.

As soon as it was nestled comfortably in his rear, the professor was bending Sam in half again, but it was different this time. Rather than keeping her hips pressed to his back like before, she was standing up, locking her legs around his as she squatted above him.

One of her massive paws grabbed his rigid, twitching shaft, teasingly running it through her slit, wait was she going to-

Sam threw his head back and let out a loud groan as the shepherd dropped her hips, burying him almost completely to the hilt. She shuddered above him, something that rippled down his cock and sent a shudder through his own body.

"Holy fuck, baby boy, you feel so good!" She growled out in delight.

Just like with everything else that she'd done to him, the shepherdess started off with an easy pace that belied her near sadistic treatment, grinding and circling her hips, stirring his cock around in her tight, slick, rippling folds. Grinding back and forth, doing everything she could to draw out their collective pleasure for as long as possible.

With every movement Sam could hear the shlck shlck shlck of their combined juices as his cock was snuggly ground into her sopping cunt, almost as if she was reluctant to let him leave the silky, warm, welcoming confines of her snatch for even a moment.

The mix of her juices and his pre was so generous that Sam could feel it dripping down his sac, even soaking through her panties still wrapped around him, it was spilling right into his still gaping, clenching tail hole, filling him with a steady flow of the tickling warmth.

It seemed like the shepherd had been keeping herself on edge the whole time as well, made perfectly clear to Sam as she started dropping her hips down against his with audible claps. She was taking full advantage of the amazon press to keep him helplessly pinned down while she fucked him with long, deep strokes, milking and massaging his cock with the well-practiced muscles of her folds.

Sam couldn't do anything, couldn't even move or grind his own hips back with how mercilessly the large canine was pressing down on him over and over and over again. There was nothing to do except simply take it.

And he was, taking it like the good, slutty little boy she'd turned him into.

Without warning professor Freec's started to frantically grind her hips against his, her folds milking and grasping his twitching cock with an almost dominant mastery of her own body. Then she suddenly seized up, pressing down until Sam's cock was completely hilted inside of her as she raised her head and howled out.

Sam once again felt his mind fragment and his sight go pure white with blinding pleasure as the shepherd's orgasm rocked her entire body. Her silky, velvety folds tightening around his cock in a vice-like grip as she rode out her peak. The shepherd shuddered against Sam as she bent over him before letting her warm breath wash over him as she began panting into his open muzzle.

Something he quickly learned about the professor that he honestly wasn't expecting, she was a squirter. That long awaited and built up orgasm enough for her to spray out all over his groin, his chest and even his muzzle while the rest coated his sac and filled his rear. He could feel the sweet juice soak into his thighs no doubt matting his fur there.

A generous rope of pre splashed into the professor's depths, filling her womb, enough that she barked out and shuddered against him once again. They were nearly nose to nose now, her brow furrowed with the strain of focusing through her ebbing orgasm. "Best be careful baby boy, you don't want to fill mommy up and have to look after her for the next nine months, now do you?"

Sam honestly couldn't tell if she was being honest at this point or if it was just part of her messed up kink. Given how she'd been straight forward with everything until this point, and with how insane she seemed to be, he had no reason to doubt that she could end up knocked up without a care on her end.

That, or she wanted to see Sam squirm and panic at the possibility of such an outcome. She seemed sadistic enough for it.

The playful tone of her voice didn't help clear it up either. And frankly, it didn't matter at this point. All he cared about was the intense pleasure she'd forced on him, the way she'd used him like her own personal toy and fully forced out that truly submissive side in him that he only showed to special lovers.

Still... the idea of filling her up, giving the dominant, curvaceous woman a nice round belly to fully complete the image of her motherly looks, fuck that was an intoxicating idea all on its own.

And one that was probably going to happen soon if she didn't ease off of him long enough to pull out.

She had to know, she'd been able to read his body this entire time, knew when he was right on the brink of sweet release. She just had to know that he wasn't going to last another second at this rate.

...So why wasn't she stopping herself?

Rather than slow down or ease off in any way, the shepherd was actually moving faster, grinding against him so furiously that despite the incredibly generous amount of lube they'd created he was almost pained by the sheer friction of their flesh meeting.

The professor's hips were pumping his shaft so vigorously that Sam let out a series of sharp, chittering squeaks when the tip of his cock kept battering and kissing at her womb from the rough fucking she was forcing him to endure. She was still bent over, still panting into his open mouth with her own tongue shamelessly hanging out, drool spilling down onto his muzzle and into his mouth.

He felt it again, the tightening of muscles, that build up that started in his groin and began radiating out through his entire body. Sam really was going to cum this time! There was nothing to stop him, even the professor's technique up to this point probably wouldn't do anything.

Yet she didn't even stop or slow down, in fact she was actually speeding up. The sharp drop of her hips meeting his was so intense that it was audibly clapping throughout the locker with a lewd fervor. "Don't cum inside, you know what'll happen if you do." She snarled at him with a twisted grin.

Sam shut his eyes, trying with all his might to hold off, but it was no use, he was too close now! "P-Professor! I-I'm gonna-" he tried desperately to warn her, but she closed that distance between them with a passionate kiss, dominating his maw instantly with sloppy, broad sweeps of her tongue.

That was it, that was what finally broke Sam. A moment later he was whining into her panting maw, unable to thrust or grind his hips as his sac was tightening and despite the makeshift, panty cockring his seed finally erupted from his cock with such blinding intensity that Sam's brain quickly went blank.

There was no stopping it as that first generous rope shot directly into her fertile womb, instantly painting her insides white with the plentiful, pent-up seed that she'd forced him to build up through this entire experience.

"Ah! You fucking little brat!" The professor snapped at him before continuing the dominant kiss. "Fucking filling me up!" Her tongue swiping across his broad teeth. "Filling me with all that rich seed!" A rumbling growl coming from deep within her that traveled down his own throat. "Making me a mummy with your cum!"

Despite the apparently angry, seething tone of her voice Sam couldn't stop himself. With every throb of his cock another rope of thick, rich and virile seed shot directly into the shepherds inviting, heated folds. And despite the harsh words, the professor still refused to stop pumping her hips, forcing the already intense orgasm to be drawn out for even further.

Even as he continued to fill her with cum, the shepherd's cunt was spasming and clenching around him erratically, milking him for every last drop that his balls could pump into her belly. It was simply too much for the poor mouse as he fell back against the bench.

Finally, both his cock and the professor started to slow down. Her hips sensually moving back and forth as she milked out and enjoyed the ebbing of his peak while his cock simply twitched and spilled the last of his load inside of her.

After taking a moment to rest she finally lifted herself off, eliciting a shuddering breath from the shepherd as a flood of mouse cum spilled from her well bred and fucked pussy and into Sam's fur. She sat down on the bench, huffing and panting as she spread her lips with her fingers, staring at the mess dripping out of her.

"Fuck, you really are a virile little brat, aren't you?" She asked with a breathy groan and toothy grin

Sam's orgasm had been so intense that he couldn't even think now, let alone speak. His mind a blissful fuzzy haze as he savored the warm, post orgasmic afterglow. He'd had sex with women before, had them dominate him before too. He was rarely the dominant one in any relationship.

But this... this had been a whole new level of fucking intensity.

With Sam's brain slowly coming back to reality he forced himself to push himself up onto his elbows. The mouse was quickly met with the sight of the shepherd pumping her fingers into the sodden mess, forcing even more of the mouse's seed to pool on the bench underneath her tail.

"There's so much... damn, you just filled me right up." She huffed, tongue still hanging out of her panting mouth.

"S-Sorry." Sam managed to mumble out, but even that was taking some serious effort and concentration.

She looked up at the well fucked, and no doubt stupid looking mouse, eyes settling on him as her mouth curled into a grin. "Well then, looks like we're going to get to know each other intimately over the next nine months or so, doesn't it?" She asked with a canted tilt of her head and a lopsided grin.

Sam nodded sheepishly, not really able to look his professor in the eye, this was... still really new and bizarre to him, made especially clear with his brain making a comeback.

"I'll just- uh, get... cleaned up?" Sam said nervously as he stood up on shaking legs and tried walking. Yet, he didn't get more than three steps before the shepherd stopped him.

"Oh no, no, no. Where do you think you're going?" She asked as she spun around to face him, yet didn't make any effort to stand up.

"I-uh... cleaning up? I'm sorry, I'm still just umm... really confused about what just happened." Sam tried to explain, finding himself becoming flustered despite the experience he'd just gone through, or maybe it was because of it that he was feeling so awkward?

"Oh? Confused?" The shepherd asked innocently as she gently grabbed his paw and turned Sam to face her, looking up at him with a curious look, tilting her head to the side that frankly looked pretty cute. "Confused about what?"

"T-this. What we just did and... All of it?" He wasn't even sure himself at this point. All he knew was that she'd cornered him, dominated him and then flipped that switch in his head that turned him into a slutty little sub with such ease she may as well been turning a bedroom light on.

"Hmmm." She hummed curiously, still staring up at him with that curious look. The paw still holding his own was gently rubbing her thumb across his knuckles while her other paw gently ran up his lithe stomach and chest. "You didn't like it?"

What- how did she- "No! No, no, no, that's not- I mean- it was really_, really_ good! I'm just, how did-why did-"

The professor smiled up at him, scratching along his chest and belly as she continued to run that paw slowly through his short pelt. The action was... soothing, comforting, strange as it was considering how forceful she'd been with him. "If it felt good, then why question it? Mommy made you feel so good, didn't she?"

Sam couldn't stop the slow blush filling his cheeks, there was also... that, which was a little awkward to hear. He'd never really been into the mommy play before. Calling someone daddy? Oh, absolutely! But never this.

...But he had a strong feeling that his mind was going to be changed on that.

"So, why don't I show you what else I can do for my baby boy?" With that she leaned forward, running her tongue along the top of his softening cock and eliciting a shudder from Sam.

She bathed his shaft in the warmth of her hot breath and the strokes from her tongue, quickly bringing him back to full hardness as she cleaned their combined juices off of him, her paws came to rest on the front of his hips as she wrapped her lips around him.

"Ah, fuck." Sam couldn't help but gasp out as he felt the dog's muzzle enveloping his member in silky, enticing warmth. Her tongue was lapping at the underside of his cock, pushed out enough that she could almost lick his sack.

Sam was already huffing and panting, still feeling particularly sensitive and a little raw after the intense edging she'd put him through. Even still, he couldn't help but start to buck his hips against her lips and feel his tail whipping around behind him while she continued her loving attentions.

One of her paws drifted lower until she was cradling his sac, rubbing and rolling his balls between her fingers with just as much affection as her mouth was giving to his cock. She gave a pleased groan when a surprisingly large amount of pre shot out onto her tongue.

She continued bobbing her head and gently rubbing his sack, pushing her head further and further down as she went until Same could feel his tip pushing against the back of her throat. She didn't gag once, even as he bucked his hips a little harder.

Without warning, the shepherd pushed her head flush to his crotch, nose buried into his pubic fur. Sam squeaked out as he felt her throat rippling around the tip of his cock and gave a particularly hard thrust that finally made her choke, yet she didn't pull back once.

She kept him hilted in her maw for what felt like an agonizingly long time, suckling and licking his shaft while her throat rhythmically clenched around his tip. She eventually pulled off with a slightly dramatic gasp and inhaled sharply.

Professor Freec's looked up at him with that lopsided, cute little grin as her paw replaced her mouth. "Look at that, all nice and clean now. Feels much better than the shower, hmm?"

The mouse was only capable of nodding his head, that submissive, slutty side of him was quickly making a spectacular comeback alongside his libido.

The professor seemed to notice this, her muzzle still curled in a mischievous grin. "You know something, it just doesn't seem fair, does it?"

Sam snapped out of his lust filled daze as he tried to process what she'd said. "W-what do you mean?"

"Well... I did most of the work, didn't I? I mean, you were very good with your mouth! But..."

"...But?" Sam asked curiously, wondering where she was taking this now.

"Hmm, I just think it's a little... unfair for me if you don't put in a little work yourself. Come here." With no further explanation, she simply grabbed his arm and pulled him over until his legs were planted on either side of the bench.

Sam was quickly understanding what she meant about the "fairness" of the situation when she laid back, spreading her legs and looking up at him with a devious, yet still expectant look. Gently pulling him towards her. "Now... come to mommy."

Sam gulped nervously, he really did want to bury himself back into her slick, heated and inviting snatch, but he was still hesitant. Even with his previous experiences he was rarely ever the top, which meant that he was... rather clumsy in this position.

As if reading his mind the shepherd smiled at him sweetly. "Aw, what's wrong sweetie? Not used to being on top?"

The mouse could only nod meekly in response. But the shepherd knew exactly what to do as she sat up quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck before pulling him down on top of her plush, soft body. "Don't you worry about a thing." She whispered sweetly into his ear. "You just show mommy what you can do, I know I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

Those sweet words whispered in his ear, along with the feeling of the professor's soft body underneath him, was enough to cast away the doubts in Sam's mind and to make his cock jolt with lustful need. The sincerity was made even more obvious as she lightly gripped Sam and guided him towards her freshly bred pussy.

"Come on now, don't be shy."

Sam let out a low breath and a muttered "oh fuck" as he slipped into the professors heated folds once more. The only difference this time was that he was free to do as he wished. An opportunity that he quickly took full advantage of as he buried his muzzle into her chest, wrapped his arms around her body and hilted himself without a second thought.

"Fff! Fuck! Yes! That's it, show me what you can do." The shepherd cooed encouragingly.

Sam completely lost himself in an instant, his arms tightened his hold around her body as his hips hammered into hers, hilting himself over and over and over again. His thrusts were jagged, clumsy, and he found it hard to find a steady rhythm, his inexperience obvious even to him.

But the professor made no protest or snide remarks, she simply barked out and wrapped her own arms around him, enveloping him in a tight embrace while she endured that mouse's taste of dominance. "Yes! Yes! YES! Come on baby boy, give it all to mama!" She cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him ever closer.

The mouse's senses were completely overloaded by the dog underneath him, her scent permeating into his very being, the softness of her fur brushing against his own, the way she twitched and quivered underneath him with every clumsy thrust that speared is cock deeper into her folds, squelching through the already slick mess he'd filled her with moments earlier.

He might have been on top, but the professor was still dominating Sam in her own unique way.

Without warning the professor tightened her grip until Sam was completely flush against her, almost unable to breath as she let out a loud, keening whine and shuddered underneath him. The pleasure of her own, unexpected release nearly made Sam's mind fragment as he felt those rhythmically clenching folds gripping around his cock, eager to drain him of his seed once again.

Despite the crushing embrace and the air being forced from his lungs, it didn't deter Sam one bit- no, it actually encouraged him further as his hips hammered down against the dogs, filling the air around them with the wet slaps of slick flesh meeting flesh.

He was completely lost in pleasure, his own as well as the professors. Sam was nearing release again, his still sensitive cock diving deep into the professor's willing cunt was more then enough to bring him back to the edge.

She could sense it too, maybe it was the way his thrusts became more jagged, or the way his heavy panting ruffled the fur between her tits, or the drool leaking from his open maw that dripped down her fur. Maybe all of it, but she definitely knew that he was close.

This time she didn't play any mind games with him, she simply kept her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, forcing him to pound her with short, heavy thrusts that somehow managed to rock her much larger body with each successive hilting thrust.

"T-that's it! Do it! Doitdoitdoitdoit!" She babbled almost incoherently as she too was wrapped up in the maelstrom of lust. "Cum for me! Make me a mommy!" She screamed out.

Sam gritted his teeth, his eyes clenched shut, determined to last even a second longer, but he should've known that as soon as she pleaded and begged him for his seed it would be a losing battle. The mouse managed maybe three more jarring thrusts before a shuddering gasp escaped him.

His cock throbbing in the dommy mommy professor once again, thick ropes of his virile seed joining the mess he'd already left in her womb, topping her up with a fresh batch of the generous, mousey baby batter that would guarantee her admittance into motherhood with open arms.

Even as his cock throbbed and ached from the strain of breeding the shepherd for the second time, he still continued to hammer into her, trying to match the drop of his hips with each heavy throb of his cock to ensure that his seed was safely deposited into her fertile womb. His body was moving on its own, ancient, primal instinct taking hold to allow his overtaxed and over stimulated mind a brief respite.

But even his body could only go on for so long, and soon his hips began to slow along with the trickles that leaked from his cock. Until, finally, he ceased moving all together, his twitching cock hilted deep in the professor's messy, cum-stained folds while he simply surrendered himself to her warm and tender embrace.

She hummed against his ear, her paws soothingly running up and down his back, blunt claws scratching through his thin pelt that left him even more relaxed then he already was. "See? What did I tell you? That was very good, my baby boy." The professor whispered into his ear, capping them off with a light kiss on the top of his head.

Sam's head was swimming, he couldn't even open his eyes. The mouse was too focused on the warmth radiating into him and the sheer comfort of using his professor like a full body pillow. Soft, comforting, snug, everything about this was perfection to him.

But it couldn't last forever, eventually the shepherd sat up, slipping Sam's softening cock from her still twitching pussy. Then suddenly, he was being lifted up, he was fully aware that he was being carried bridal style, a passing thought occurred to him of how strange it would look to others to see him being carried off by a larger woman.

The thought, much like his transfer from the bench, was short lived as he felt himself being lowered down on shaky legs, the mouse's feet landing on wet tile. She'd carried them off to the shower stalls.

There was the squeaking turn of a faucet and then Sam was being sprayed with a gentle, relaxing liquid warmth. He couldn't stop the pleased hum that escaped him as the warm water washed over his exhausted body.

"Aww, does my baby boy like that?" Professor Freec's asked sweetly.

Sam could only mumble and nod his head in response, a dopey grin curling his muzzle as his front was being sprayed with warmth while the professor supported him from his back. His ears twitched as he heard the tell tale signs of the liquid soap dispenser being pumped. But he could only focus on that for a moment as the professor's massive paws started to lather and massage into his short fur.

The mouse couldn't hold back the deep groan that bubbled up within him as she took her time running those massive, soft paws over every inch of his body, lathering his fur and working them through his sore, aching muscles.

Starting from his chest with slow, circular motions, working down to his taut stomach, even lower still to grasp his softened shaft and drained balls, yet while she lingered there for a moment, it was clear that she had only had the purest of intentions cleaning him up.

Soon she was working the soap into his shoulders, rubbing and kneading the knotted flesh underneath with expert precision that had Sam's closed eyes rolling into the back of his head. Moving down the rest of his back with well-practiced motions that released all the tension in his body. She even made sure to show that same affection to both his arms, even kneeling behind him to do the same with his legs.

Of course sneaking in a quick kiss against one of his plush cheeks as she did.

Finally, she finished him off at the top of his head, paws and claws kneading and scratching his neck and the top of his head behind his ears. That alone was nearly enough for Sam to collapse completely from the sheer pleasure it brought him.

"Mmm, see? A good mommy knows how to take good care of her pets." She cooed softly to him.

Sadly, the shower could only go on for so long, and soon enough she was rinsing the suds out of his fur and turning off the water. But she didn't simply leave him soaking wet. She gently rubbed him dry with a towel before guiding him away from the stall. Sam still kept his eyes closed, so absorbed in the sensations that he didn't even think to open them until a rush of warm air from below snapped him out of it. She'd guided him over to the fur dryer to finish him off. She turned him around, looking down at him as if she was inspecting her handiwork, with a satisfied grin she nodded her head.

"There we go, good as new!"

Sam could only quietly laugh and nod his head in agreement, still too weak and relaxed to do much talking... or much of anything else at this point, really.

She guided him back to the bench and sat him down, the professor didn't say anything as she reached into her bag to pull out a fresh pair of workout clothes. Despite his relaxed state of being, Sam did notice that they looked identical to the pair she'd been wearing before... and now that he thought about it, what about those toys in her bag... he realized she must have planned this all out ahead of time.

For whatever reason, she'd picked Sam for this specific scenario, it really should have been obvious to him from the beginning, given all the evidence presented so far. Who just carried sex toys around in their gym bag?

Oddly enough, he didn't really mind. After the experience he'd been through, it really didn't settle with him as nefarious or devious... well, maybe a little devious, but the good kind of devious.

As she dressed, she noticed him eyeing the bag, giving him a small, sharp toothed grin. "Curious about all these little goodies?"

Sam still couldn't really speak, so he simply stuck to nodding his head. The shepherd seemed amused by this but didn't make much fuss about it. "Well, the thing is... I've been looking for a new toy. It gets boring when you spend all your time working and everyone only knows you as the bitchy professor, makes it especially hard when you want to fuck around with someone."

Sam didn't have any doubts that a reputation like that would make it difficult to meet anyone, it was a hard title to shake.

"But then I overheard some students talking about a certain little mouse." She continued on, that smile growing a little more devious as she leaned down, nearly nose to nose with him. "This cute, bi little mouse who just sounded so yummy and perfect for everything I needed. And wouldn't you know it? He happened to be a student in my class."

So, he'd been right to begin with, she did know about him through people talking, which made the most sense, it wasn't like he'd been fucking the teachers or staff... well, not until today at least!

"I had a pretty good hunch that you and I would get along, or at least see eye to eye on satisfying certain needs." She giggled softly at her own words. "But that's the thing about needs, isn't it? They always keep coming back, no matter how much you satisfy them."

She was making a good point, but now the mouse was wondering where she was going with it. That became a little more obvious when she held up a collar in one of her paws. A cute, pink little number with a small bell attached to it.

"So, here's what I'm offering to you... You come into my class wearing this, and I know that means you want to be my cute little pet. I'll take good care of you, just like I did today. I'll eat your ass out, tease you into oblivion and make you cum so fucking hard you'll see stars for the rest of the day, just like you deserve."

Well that... certainly sounded kind of tempting, but becoming someone's pet was... Sam had never been a pet before. A fuck toy, boyfriend and casual fling, sure, but a pet was new territory for him.

The professor could see the hesitation in his eyes, she was good at picking up on his tells. "Or, you don't wear the collar at all. No harm, no foul, we'll call it a one time thing and move on from there. But take some time to think about it, hmm? I promise it'll be worth your while. After all, I think we can fit the perfect roles with each other."

With that, she placed the collar in his paws, gave him a light kiss between his ears, gathered up her things and turned to leave. She did stop at the door, giving him a wiry grin and a playful tilt of her head. "You can keep the plug dear, keep it as a little... incentive, yeah?" and with that, she was out the door and gone.

Sam sat there for what felt like a small eternity, although only a few minutes had to have passed by. Think about the entire bizarre experience, as well as the offer he'd been left with. He'd been in some strange, erotic situations before, but this...

This was something entirely new and unexpected for him in almost every sense.

Yet, as he looked down at the collar, rolling the coarse fabric through his fingers, he couldn't help but wonder and think.

***

Class the next day was about the same as it usually was, for the most part. There were some whispers here, a few snickers or stares there, but for the most part it was on par with what Sam expected from the more immature students in his class, everyone else was happy to ignore it or didn't even notice it to begin with.

Except for his professor. The shepherd was back to being her usual, hard ass, bitchy self, no surprises there. But now Sam knew things about her, things that others couldn't even begin to imagine or dream of.

Or maybe that's all they could do, never being able to experience it for themselves like he had.

And of course there was the way her eyes lingered on him for the briefest of moments. No one else noticed it, probably, but Sam did. That little flicker and spark in her eyes when they landed on him, the occasional tugging at the corner of her lips that threatened to turn into a smile. The mouse realized she wasn't the only one who could pick up on those tells.

The end of class almost couldn't come fast enough, for either of them. Sam could tell there was a sort of impatience with the shepherd, even as she sat at her desk, pen to paper and hardly noticing her students leaving.

It was only when he was about to leave did she call out. "Not you, sit."

The few remaining stragglers "ooh'd" at Sam apparently getting into "trouble." Until a sharp look from the professor quickly had them scattering out the door.

She didn't say anything to Sam, not yet anyways. Professor Freec's simply marched up to the classroom door, locking it and pulling the window blinder down, all to prevent anyone from accidentally ruining their fun.

And from the smile that curled her muzzle as she turned to walk towards him, Sam could tell that fun was all she had planned for them.

She stopped in front of the desk that he was sitting at, leaning forward with one paw settled to give him a generous view of her deep cleavage, while her other paw reached forward to tug at the collar around his neck, forcing him to stand up.

"Mmm, I knew this would look good on you." The professor said before she pulled Sam in for a deep kiss. Wasting no time in establishing her dominance over his mouth, her tongue diving in, sweeping and lashing across every inch while the mouse tried his best to return the intensely hot kiss.

She pulled back with a small gasp and grin, giving the mouse a heated, devious look as she dragged him by the collar towards her desk.

"Now, I hope you don't mind if I have something a little special planned for you." The professor said as she reached for the bag beside her desk, intentionally giving Sam a nice view of her curved rear.

"I think that's what I'm here for." He responded, maybe a little cheekily.

They'd had a brief chat last night, some hours after the whole locker room incident. He was surprised to even get a text from her at all.

But it did help clear up some of the more confusing aspects of what had happened. She admitted that she wasn't actually crazy or insane, she just... liked to explore and delve into a certain type of role. In this case, she'd been trying to go for the "sexy dommy mommy professor" because she was sure that was what someone submissive like Sam would like.

Granted, she should've talked with him before throwing that at him, and he did tell her as such. But it really did clear up why she seemed so... manic and why her personality seemed to switch up during the whole scenario. Although he did have to admit, once she'd explained it to him he did kind of like the idea, at least now that he knew she wasn't actually insane.

If anything, she had her own kinks and things she wanted to try, she'd just gone about them the wrong way, and even admitted after the fact that she was rather awkward concerning them and probably could've done a better job of conveying what she'd been going for, rather than leave him completely confused. She did apologize for that at the very least.

It was why Sam was acting so casually with her now. He knew he wasn't dealing with a completely crazy bitch.

Not that she seemed to mind the casualness, as she looked over her shoulder, still smirking.Without explaining she hiked up her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. But that wasn't the sole focus of Sam's attention. What drew his eyes in was the canine shaped silicone dildo attached to a special harness.

Professor Freec's wasted no time slipping her legs through the harness, wiggling her hips as she pulled it up until it was nice and secure, before turning to Sam who stared down in open anticipation. She sat back in her seat, spreading her legs out as she licked her maw in that typical canine fashion.

"Now be a good boy and get down on your knees. Show me what else that little mouth of yours can do." She ordered.

Sam quickly obeyed as he knelt in front of the shepherd, grasping the silicon dog shaft in both paws before he started enthusiastically lapping at the tip.

"That's a good boy, and if you do a really good job for me." The professor paused, taking her time as she undid her blouse to reveal the lacy black bra underneath, smiling sweetly at Sam while cupping her own bust. "Mommy will use these and let you make a pretty little mess all over them, does that sound good?"

Sam didn't stop long enough to reply, instead giving an excited muffled sound of approval before renewing his tongue's efforts on the toy.

"Now that's mommy's good boy"