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Walking on Eggshells

A tasteless work of erotica by FoxTrott

Chapter 1: Was it good for you?

Denn lay on his back arms pushed down against his sides. He stared up into the blank canvas of the ceiling. She was there with him again. He could feel her breath slowly moving up his stomach. She had taken her time and finally had him just how she wanted him, naked and very aroused. He breathed softly as her face came into view, smiling softly with that cruel look that told him she intended to play with him a bit more. He marveled again at her pale cream-colored locks and the soft fur of her pelt. She still wore her sports bra as she moved up and kissed along his jaw line licking down along the nape of his neck. He murred softly and tilted his head back letting her explore his muzzle with her wet tongue. Her paw stroked against his stomach and slowly teased its way down. He sucked in his breath softly and then exhaled slowly as she let that wonderfully warm paw nudge its way down past his loins to caress his thighs and then cup his balls in delicate fingers. He moaned softly and found his eyes locked with hers.

She sat down lightly upon him, her tail upraised and nudging her rump against his member. He could feel the barrier of her underwear still protecting her. She let him stare for a while, then finally crossed her arms, and began to pull up at her bra until her medium sized and yet perfect mounds bounced forth spilling into view just for him. She never spoke, never did when they were making love, He watched, knowing she wanted him to only respond with murrs and gasps, something she was so perfect at urging from him. She rubbed over the mounds a few times perking her nipples as he gazed on. She shifted a bit drawing her hips down and roughly grinding against him, teasing him with the barrier of panties his arousal could not breach.

She'd never minded that Denn wasn't the strongest, the best looking, or even the smartest, she was simply happy to be with him, and she had a wonderful interest in showing just how much she didn't mind. He murred again for her. He noted the smile his murring tone brought to her lips. The wolf girl swayed her hips against him some more and slowly raised up off him once more kneeling to either side, his arms still neatly pinned. She raised herself up just into view to let him watch as she wiggled slowly. She let her panties slip down revealing the nearly white fur of her most secret place and the dampness already covering it. He licked his lips softly and she for a moment seemed to play with the idea of letting him taste.

Both of them were too hungry for it though and instead she descended again gently urging and guiding him into her. He moaned again now more loudly. She ground against him letting her little yips and moans join his. The rhythm growing in pace quickly as both of them ground towards crescendo.

Denn bit his lip trying to hold back but, after nearly an hour of foreplay, he could barely contain himself. He moaned again and almost called out to her that he was close but her eyes caught him, knowing already. She smiled softly and slowed just a little so he would know she had felt his closeness, her eyes shimmered telling him it was all right. She gained speed again, no longer slowly but with the urgency of forcing Denn to climax.

His eyes flickered as the world went black and white for a moment. Suddenly he felt the climax, hard and fast. He felt her moan and the response of her body clenching on his thick erection. Suddenly a hot splash of liquid crashed against his stomach, chest, and even neck. He blinked for a moment and suddenly his silent lover was gone. He was lying on his back still naked, but now instead of his lover it was his own paw clenching his cock. His body covered with his sudden climax. He blushed and lay there breathing hard for long minutes before he finally stood. He felt the wave of shame that always followed. He was still alone in his second year of college, why could he not find someone that liked him, maybe even wanted to...well...what all the college guys seemed to want.

He cleaned himself up awkwardly and showered before heading to classes. Thoughts of his perfect lover still in his head as he entered class, he wondered if the reason he never found a girl was because he had some invisible ideal he could never find in reality? Besides, who would want to date such a normal person like himself, he was just another wolf in a crowd of thousands. His pelt was plain gray, his tongue less quick socially, and all his other failings with which he chose to label himself.

He looked up at the teacher before the class as he tried to focus on the lesson. He soon began to blush softly as he his nether region stirred again. His sexuality soon fully roused by a scent in the air he had not noticed at first, some unknown female.

He cursed just beneath his breath but the instructor, a female rabbit of rather beautiful standards and good hearing, heard him quite well enough. "Why don't you stand up Denn and tell the entire class just what it is that you mean by "Damn it, not again?".

Chapter 2: Class

Being at a private college had certain advantages at times. The government and the educational systems were less enforced which meant the curriculum could be more robust and the activities more varied. It also meant you could provide your child, or yourself with an education tailored to your interest. Denn was the former like most students. Twenty, and still young enough to have not thought about his future, he had viewed college as simply more school but being away from his parents became something he was found he rather enjoyed. His parents did not help select his courses. They had only paid to get him in, leaving it to his discretion to select his classes.

When he first looked over the curriculum, he wondered why his parents bothered to pay so much more to send him here. At first, with exception to the co-ed dorms, he did not see a difference between the campus and any other. Once he got out of the freshman section of classes though his mind boggled. Classes on everything imaginable presented themselves. The school had majors, but they tended were more generalized. Each encompassed almost all the common disciplines. Science, math, psychology, computers, and more were all present.

No, that was not quite right. One additional theme interwove itself throughout any student's coursework. He had been both thrilled and unnerved when he first became aware of the theme. Almost every class beyond the very basics seemed to have some adult thread seeded in it. The art classes focused on modeling, the science classes on anatomy, the psychology classes on love and lust, the English classes on more blush worthy works. A few courses even seemed to shed the veil of being another class and simply were about sex, the body, and the various pleasures of flesh. He had not taken any of those. Campus allowed rather few students in each section, were higher-level courses with requirements he did not met, and of course, popular.

He suddenly pushed away his inner thoughts when he realized his teacher had addressed him. "Stand up Mr. Allens and tell this class just what it is that has you so bothered to interrupt my class with your little outbursts of 'Not again!' " she demanded mimicking an overacted forlorn sigh of some stage actress.

He blushed deeply knowing just what it was that had caused his 'outburst' though he had thought only he would have heard it. The female rabbit twitched her nose expectantly and started to pace towards him. She drew him up out of his seat and stared at him giving him a once over with her eyes. "Mr. Allens, we're waiting!" she demanded once more.

Denn stammered and fell silent, he did not know how to say what had troubled him and certainly did not want to voice it to begin with. She frowned more so and drug him up to the front of the class. She stood him there and then pointed decidedly at his crotch with a small ruler. "This is your problem Mr. Allens?" she asked him bluntly.

He could only nod softly. "Yes...ma'am.", he whispered the class tittering.

The teacher smiled a bit and then gave a response he did not expect. "Well then, I see no problem, who else has found themselves aroused while reading from our text today?" she asked the class. "Let me recite again since I see no other forthcoming admissions." she frowned.

"Her bodice was supple under his touch, her curves accepting, her body curling in repose. She accepted him, and took him into herself. Her words became a dialect of most beauteous origin and he communicated with her in turn. Their closeness private and reserved, their bodies' offerings to one another." she said looking up. "Did none of you even realize the two were...fucking?" she frowned.

Denn had not actually been listening but he was not about to stop the teacher. He stood hesitantly as he waited for her next move.

"Now...who is finally starting to figure it out like Mr. Allens did?" she asked. To make a point she gently nudged his arousal with the tip of her ruler. He slightly gasped and found this time the class that no longer tittered but looked down, ashamed as if they had somehow failed a test. One or two finally raised their hands, one male, and two females.

"Good, finally, and will one of you girls come up here and stand with Mr. Allens?" the teacher directed. One of the girls nodded a bit and began to stroll up the aisle towards the lapine instructor and her now rather embarrassed male wolf of coal black.

Denn had never looked over the class, any of his classes really and when he looked up to see who approached he stood shocked for a moment. She was a wolf like him but her fur was cream colored, her locks long, but not too long, ears sharp and pert, chest well-formed and nicely sized, her hips swaying in that way that was more than just walking but not quite intentional. She was from his fantasy, not just from it but torn from its pages and made flesh, he could not see all of her but he imagined she would fill out under her clothes just as she did on the parts he could see. He felt his body go rigid and hot. He watched her stroll up beside him to stand facing the class.

The teacher continued. "Good, now what is your name?" the instructor prompted.

"Madeline Chambers.", the girl replied. His vision had a voice, a voice he had never heard but by soft moans, and a voice he had longed to hear. It was perfect. He lightly shook himself from his distracted thoughts. She was not his fantasy. She did not even know him. Yet, the way their eyes had met briefly as she walked towards him, it had been something, had it not?

The teacher paid them no mind. "Right...now...your assignment...each of you should pair up with someone of the opposite sex and discuss exactly how this made you feel...don't leave out details and be very thorough on not only the feeling but your actions. Literature is powerful stuff and I think you'll see that it can make you do some pretty amazing things." she smiled. "Class dismissed."