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Taris Fails a Student

"Ms Lang,i would like to see you after class," the large wolftaur leading the class called out, minutes before the bell. A blue female goat jumps, her hand snapping away from her exposed crotch where it had drifted while she day dreamed of her boyfriend.

'Damnit,' thought the small she-goat. 'I must have really failed that last exam.'

The bell rang and students filed out, save for one. She sat there packing her bag and walked up to the front of the class and tried not to sulk in front of her professor's desk. She stood there in her black mini skirt and arm-hoodie. The school was very lax in its dress code, professor Taris didn't even wear pants (not that it made a difference, being a wolftaur)! She let her udder hang out in class, and it wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination to assume she'd been flashing him through several classes now. Her current boyfriend, Greg the long necked giraffe, thought it was hilarious and warned her not to push the wolftaurs buttons, but it was just to easy! That, and something in the air had been tickling the back of her nose all though class, getting her worked up and making her squirm in her seat.

Taris finished tossing his notes into his bag, essentially a stylish saddle bag, before turning to face his student, but not before she caught a glimpse of his neathers, hidden under his tail. He (or, shi if you must) was rather turned on.

"Judith, do you know what your grade is in my class right now?" he asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and crossing his arms over his chest. Already an imposing 9 foot talk, this did not make him any less intimidating... and that turned Judith on even more.

She did, if only vaguely. This general studies course bored her to no end, and she just didnt feel like applying herself to the lessons or material. Her last few tests and quizzes had been lack luster at best, and she'd 'misplaced' her homework a few times after spending a few nights screaming out Greg's name for the whole dormitory to hear.

"Uh... not so great i would imagine." she mutters, crossing her arms being her back, inadvertently pushing her breasts and udder forward towards her professor as she looked away to avoid meeting her stern expression.

Taris raises an eyebrow. "Yea, something like dead last in the class, training far behind the herd even," he says, grinning a little at his own little double entrant. "Midterms are just around the corner, and i really dont see a whole lot of ways you're going to be able to make the grade. We may have to take some drastic steps to get you ready for the midterm, or your poor score will curve the whole classes grades back."

She felt bad, but only for a moment. A scent she hadn't quite been able to put her finger on suddenly became very obvious as she glanced at her professor and noticed the hot red tip of his cock slipping from his sheath! She grinned, her eyes flashing up to meet his. The ball(s) were in her court now, and this was a game she championed long ago. She relaxed her arms, but kept herself well on display for her professor, even swaying her hips a little, just getting warmed up.

"Well, professor, do you think some practical demonstration and... ah... some hands on experience in the subject matter might help me out?" Her hips reach up to grope her own breasts a little, licking her lips at her tauric instructor.

Taris blinks once, twice, and then smiles a little, also starting to realize where she wants to take this encounter. "Oh, I see," he says, starting to unbutton his green vest. "Well, in that case, where would you like to start?" he grins, already knowing the answer. He can smell her reply coming from between her legs.

She saunters up to him, knowing that her grade depends on her performance now, and reaches a hoof up to pulls his head down. She settles for grabbing his shirt and pulling him down that way, and locks her lips on his, slipping her lounge past his lips to dance with his own canine appendage. She gets shivers as she feels his sharp canines and the instinctual thrill of engaging a predator, a powerful predator, on level ground. She breaks the kiss and leans back a little, a hoof sliding down from his collar, popping open the buttons on his shirt with surprising ease. "I think I could use a little work on the, mmm, functional aspects of mating..." Of course, this had been the only area in his class she had excelled, but this is what the typical script called for, isn't it? The wolftaur glanced at his desk, and the classroom door slightly ajar, before deciding to just go for it. He pushed his saddle bags to the floor and hopped up on large oak desk, lying on his back.

"How about you show me what you know, and we can see if we need to give you any more lessons, hmm?" The wolftaur spread his rear legs and let his tail droop. There for her to behold was a massive red spire of wolf cock, a slight bulge already forming just outside his warm furry sheath. Resting bellow that was his massive scrotum, two testes the size of softballs contained within. And only slightly hidden were the soft furred lips of her hermaphrodite professors feminine lips, parting slightly to reveal the hot pink tender flesh of his femsex. She blushed, despite herself. The female goat was experienced, but it had been a long time since she had been with a real herm, and never with one so well endowed. Her own cunt lips were already sopping wet, having been teasing and taunting her professor though class, often stopping just short of actually masturbating at her desk. She quickly clopped up to the edge of the desk and leaned in, inhaling the mixed scents of her professor, her broad tongue slipping from her lips as her face grew hotter to lick from the base of his feminine cleft, up slowly over and between his balls, and finally along the hot red shaft, stopping to suckle lightly at the tip. This did draw a low moan from her professor, deepening her blush as she slipped a hand between her thighs to slip a digit into her own sex, already burning with need.

Again she licked over his femsex, noting the soft sweet flavor and inhaling deeply as she passed over his testicals, the musky scent intoxicating and making her light headed. She couldn't resist, and slowly climbed up upon the desk as she licked over his shaft. With her higher angle, she managed to wrap her lips around his shaft and slowly sink her muzzle over its girth and length.

Goats had a reputation for being able to eat anything, but this is often misunderstood. What Judith did next gave even her professor a surprise, as she continued to sink her muzzle lower, the spongy tip of his pointed dog cock sliding along the roof of her mouth and then, with a soft squish, into her throat, and then down, down... down... until her lips passed over his knot. She had pulled the canine cock toward her, and had succeeded in swallowing the entirety of a cock that was nearly as long as her forearm and as thick as her shin. And then, she swallowed.

A hot blast of wolf cum surged up the shaft. She could feel the first glob pass past her lips and warm her insides as it traveled down his shaft and her throat before exploding into her gullet, followed in quick succession by three more blasts, giving her a very full feeling, as though she had just been to an all you can eat buffet, combined with a warm sloshing glow of way too much hot chocolate in her belly. She pulled back slowly, feeling a few more blasts shoot down her throat as she slips the tip from her mouth, a final blast explode in her mouth, which she promptly gulps down, finding the flavor pungent, but not unpleasant. The wolftaur pants on his back a moment, his balls still twitching; it's obvious he's holding back any further deluge for now. Judith licks her lips and need no further instruction, scooting up the desk and throwing a leg over the barrel his taur belly to straddle Taris, scooting backwards until her exposed ass touches the fiery rod of the wolftaur.

She lifts her rump and guides the thick drooling shaft to her own hot box, her own juices having left a smear in the wolftaurs pelt. She was more than ready for this, she needed this cock in her badly. His tip slides along her cleft, overshooting and striking her engorged clit and sending sparks through her body as she stiffens. After a few seconds, she relaxes a little and takes aim again, this time a hoofed paw guiding the wolftaurs cock into her depths, his tip slipping in with no resistance. He bucks his hips but a little, and she presses backwards much more, sinking a full third of his dick into her hot little trap. She gasps aloud and her professor grunts as he clenches, not wanting to finish so quickly in his student, his cock twitching inside her. Judith waits for her professor to calm down a moment before pushing backwards on his chest, grinding her way down his shaft as it penetrates deeper and deeper into her, half, then two thirds of that turgid cock now embed within her. She realized at some point that his pointed tip had poked into her womb, and she was grateful for their differing species. A thought drifted past that Greg might get jealous, but it just felt too good to feel bad about what she was doing.

Just a little more and she could take the knot, but she dares not look back to see if it has inflated yet. A canine this big might slit her apart at the hips and while she grind back thinking about the possibility, her own knotted fantasy builds her orgasm. So lost in thought she hardly notices as her partner begins thrusting into her and pants harder, his loaded shaft twitching within her guts. The wolftaur's release is upon them and she realizes that his earlier offering was just a sample! The mere thought of his upcoming load sends her quim clenching around the phallus lodged inside it, and this in turn triggers the thrusting wolftaur to release. Hot gooey spurts flood the goats womb, gush after gush of cum bulging her petite belly out still further. The added pressure causes her to burp, tasting again his cum on her breath as he mind swims, her head resting on his taur chest as she crashes though two then three orgasms before the wolftaur is finished, her once trim waistline now lightly bloated with his seed in her belly and womb.

They lay like that for some time, the wolftaur slowly going soft and slipping from her depths as his cock retreats back into his sheath, letting a small flood of his cum seep out of her before she seals up tight, locking all but a light trickle within her. She burps again, getting to like the taste of him on her breath... With a gesture, she rolls off his belly and lands on her feet beside the desk, the force of her landing causing a large wad of wolftaur cum to slip out of her and hit the floor with a loud 'Splat'! She blushes crimson, putting a paw to her belly as she feels the two loads of cum sloshing within her as Taris rolls to his feet on the other side of the desk, his shirt and vest in disarray, his fur must and sticky in places where their fluids had leaked out.

"Well, I think /that/ at least made up for a few of those quizzes, right Professor taris," she mused as she starts to straighten her mini skirt and check her top.

"Yes, but I think you need to cover some of the current material that will be on the exam as well," she hears her professor say behind her, and feels a shadow loom over her. She turns to look up but before she can say a thing her world goes dark as she catches a glimpse of a gaping maw, lunging lips, and descending darkness. It takes her a second to figure out where she's at, within her professors mouth! As she comes to this realization, her world shifts as he gulps around her, pulling her deeper into his throat. She feels things sift as she screams into the hot dark pulsing abyss below her, her feet kicking wildly in the air as she is lifted bodily from the floor, the tongue she had so passionately made out with a short while ago now savoring her flavor as she was eaten alive!

Taris muurs around his meal, gulping again and pulling her hips past his lips, delving his tongue between her legs to taste the sexy little box that had taunted him for weeks on the upper levels of his lecture hall. The exquisite flavors of their combined love juices makes his mouth water all the more and he swallows again, giving her a good tongue lashing and making her squirm deliciously in his throat before tilting his head back and swallowing again. For the last week they had been covering the digestive system in his general anatomy class, and the irony of her getting a hands on lesson was not lost on him. Only her knees and hooves stick out from his muzzle now, but she was only just starting to reach his stomachs in his tauric half. The long tight and hot slick tube of flesh that was his throat squeezed around her and continued to work her in as his lips close over her hooves.

His former student screams and shouts and tries her best to break free from her temporary prison, but to no avail. "Yes, I think some hands on experience with some of the more recent material will do us both a lot of good, Ms Lang. In fact, I think that after a few hours of very intensive study in there, I might even be able to pass you!" The wolftaur grined at his own joke, turning around to clean the chalk board as his stomach sloshed and thrashed as she settled in. It would take some time for his system to begin its work in earnest, but once it did she would really start fighting. For a little while at least. Dropping her from the class was really the only way to keep her poor grades from dragging the class bell curve drastically out of skew, and to get a meal and some play time out of it were all really just job perks as far as the wolftaur was concerned. He hefted his saddle bags over his flank, thumping them on his squirming guest as he made for the door, wondering if anyone had seen them, not that it would matter. A wink and a nod to the headmistress tomorrow would be all he needs to see that Ms Judith Lang's school papers got lost someplace in the messy bureaucracy.

He burped as he locked the lecture hall door, tasting her on his breath already. "Mmmm, a poor student, but a very good meal," Taris mumbles to himself as he walks down the empty halls.