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Harvey (by Mr Foxy Paws)

'Hey Frodo, boy, do you remember that time you hid my riding crop?' asked Malcolm.

Frodo, curled up by the sofa near his master's feet, raised his head. He nodded; yes, he had done that a few months ago when his master absent-mindedly left it on the sideboard.

'And what about that time you were meant to take a cold bath,' continued Malcolm, 'but when I came up to check, and put my hand on the hot tap, I found that you'd be running it?'

Frodo paused, unsure where this was heading, but since that episode had occurred a few weeks ago - and he'd been duly punished - he felt it safe to nod.

'And then, last week, when I trusted you to abstain from wanking and didn't fit you with a chastity device, we found those spots of cum on your newspaper bed, didn't we?'

Again, Frodo nodded.

'And you denied it was your cum. It didn't matter that you were the only dog in the kitchen, or in the whole house, that night. And i'd given you fresh newspaper before going to bed. And in the morning, if I remember rightly, there were a few spots of cum on your fursuit too. But you said it must have been another dog that got into the house. Remember that, Frodo?'

The dalmatian pup felt his paws beginning to sweat; he really didn't like where the conversation was heading.

'The thing is, Frodo, I don't think it's normal to be that mischievous, that naughty. I think you should see a pet psychologist.'

Frodo, now alert and sitting upright, shook his head. It wasn't so much a 'No, don't do that', as it was a 'No, I'm OK, don't worry'. At least, that's the way he tried to shake his head.

Malcolm ignored him. 'Remember Ros? You met her at the coffee afternoon? Well, she's got a cousin Harvey who lectures on sexual psychology at Cambridge University. Apparently he's doing a PhD comparing and contrasting human and animal sexuality, with a particular focus on pets, and the subliminal mutual influences they have on one another. When Ros told him about you - a furry - Harvey was very keen to meet up; he thinks it would be an excellent item of interest for his work. And, as a bonus, he said he'd check out your mental health.'

Frodo tried again: he twirled one mitt in the air, beside his head, to indicate madness, and then shook his head vigorously; he wasn't crazy, he didn't need to see anybody.

'So, anyway,' said Malcolm, continuing to ignore his anxious pup, 'I agreed that you'd go and see him. We've made you an appointment for a week's time, at the university. OK, boy?'

It wasn't really a question. Frodo sighed and nodded.

'Oh, and one more thing. He said to tell you no wanking for the next week. Understood?'

Frodo nodded again.

'And don't think you'll get away with a secret wank in the bathroom, or outside in the evening when you go to do your business, because guys like Harvey will be able to tell...'

*

And so it was that one morning the following week, Malcolm led Frodo, suited and collared, through the university grounds towards the medical centre where Harvey worked. Word had spread quickly that there would be a furry visiting, for 'scientific research', and so although every student they met was very curious they still accepted what they saw. Malcolm found Harvey's office, knocked, and entered with his pup.

'Hi, Harvey,' said Malcolm. 'Here's Frodo, ready for your tests. I think he's been dry a week, but I'm sure you'll let me know if he's shaken one out while I wasn't around. Do whatever tests you want, just return him in the condition he is now, if you can. Oh, and don't forget, please talk to him about his poor discipline and let me know what I should be doing.'

'Sure Malcolm. Thanks,' replied Harvey. 'It's much appreciated. I've studied several dozen humans and their pets, but a furry makes such a wonderful combination that I think I'll be breaking new scientific ground with this research. Don't worry, I won't harm him. Can you come back later this evening, around six o'clock? We should be done by then.'

'No worries. Bye for now,' said Malcolm. 'Be good, Frodo,' he added, and left.

*

Frodo sat on the floor and waited patiently, staring up at Harvey who perched himself on the edge of a large white desk.

'Hello Frodo. My name's Harvey. I'm doing a PhD on human/animal sexuality, and your master volunteered your services. We're just going to run a few tests on you, that's all. First things first, though, we need to get you prepped.' Harvey leaned back and pressed the button on an intercom. 'Laura,' he called, 'Frodo's ready for you.'

A young blonde nurse entered the consulting room. 'Hello Mr Frodo. I'm here to get you ready. Would you mind removing your fursuit please?' Frodo hesitated; he'd thought it would just be a case of answering questions, or discussing his fetishes - nobody had told him about stripping buck naked. He slipped off his spotted suit and draped it over a chair.

'Excellent, thank you. Now I need to take you to the shower rooms, but your master asked that we keep you under strict control and he gave us this cock leash. So ...' The young nurse stepped forward, tied the small leather collar tightly around Frodo's cock and balls, and fitted a chain to its D-ring. 'Is that too tight dear?' she asked. Frodo nodded, and she fiddled with the buckle. 'Well, actually, I can slip several fingers underneath it, so it's probably a bit loose. I'm sure I can tighten it ... another ... couple ... of holes. So don't go getting hard, now, Frodo, or it might get painful. Oh, and I almost forgot securing the mitts. Turn around, boy, paws behind your back' Frodo turned around and felt the nurse clip his mitts together behind him. 'Good, sorted. The showers in this block are out of order, so we'll need to go outside and around the quad to the newer block. Don't worry, the students know we've got a furry, and they know Harvey's working on sexual psychology, so there won't be any issues with you going out like that. Come on, boy,' she said, tugging at the leash and leading the pup by his swelling cock. 'Come on and show the whole student body your cute little butt.'

'Don't be too long,' said Harvey. 'Bring him back in about half an hour, all right?'

*

Frodo had never been paraded in public, in daylight, in the nude, by his cock, before. His master had taken him, fursuited, through public areas once or twice, and had even led him around outside, buck naked, at three or four o'clock in the morning. He wasn't sure which was most embarrassing; the dozens of students who stopped and pointed at him, taking photographs (and some even wanting to pose, although Laura said they hadn't got time to stop), or having to stay leashed and cuffed in the showers while Laura soaped and sponged and bathed his puppy jewels.

'Ah, is that precum, young Frodo?' she asked. Frodo looked down at his cock, then looked back up. He nodded, hoping he wasn't going to get spanked for such signs of pleasure.

'Right, well Harvey asked me to get a sample of anything you produced. You've not wanked for a week, is that right?'

Frodo nodded again.

'And this is the first precum?'

Once more, Frodo nodded.

'OK, well I've got this special condom for collecting samples. As you can see, it's got lines and numbers printed all over it, for measuring different things, and it's completely clear so we can check what's going on, and the end teat is very long. Oh, but it's very tight; it has to be, in order to prevent air entering, and to stop leaks. I just need to roll it onto your cock, boy.'

Frodo stood still, cock-ring still around his stout member and balls, his paws linked behind his back. He looked down as nurse Laura carefully lifted up his cock to avoid any spillage, pulled the foreskin back and down, positioned the condom over his throbbing pup-hood, and rolled it down his shaft. He felt the touch of her hands, and squeezing tightness of the rubber, and he leaked yet more precum.

'Are you sure you're not cumming, boy?' asked Laura. 'Harvey said he wanted different samples.'

Frodo shook his head. 'It's just precum? Really?' asked Laura. Frodo nodded. 'Well, I must say, you are a big boy,' she said. 'OK, we'll leave that condom in place while we walk you back, in case there's any more. We're ready to return now Frodo,' she said, playfully swatting his perfectly rounded rump.

*

'Excellent, thanks Laura,' said Harvey, when the nurse and dog returned. 'Ah, but you've not shaved him? We need him shaved, for the pulse monitor, and for accuracy of measurements. Would you mind?'

'Ok, Frodo, how shall we do this?' asked Laura. 'Just get up on the couch, I think, while I get the trimmers.' Nurse Laura unclipped the leash from Frodo's cock-ring, undid his mitts and let him climb onto the couch. 'Now paws behind your head, and legs spread. That's right. Spread a bit more, please.' Laura ran her hands along the pup's thighs and around his genitals. 'Good. You'll look much neater without that hair, anyway, boy,' she said, and started shearing him. Frodo felt the vibrating buzz of the trimmers, and the cool air suddenly reaching his groin and scrotum, and his cock twitched up a few degrees. 'Over on your back, now, boy,' said Laura. Frodo rolled over and she spread his legs further this time, and shaved all around his tail hole. 'Good, all done. You can get down now, and go and sit in front of Harvey.'

Frodo climbed off the couch, trotted over to Harvey, and sat down on the floor, his butt feeling colder now than it had before.

'Ah,' said Harvey, spotting the condom and it's creamy-filled teat. 'He came, did he? In the showers, I suspect?'

'No,' said Laura. 'It's just precum.'

'Really?' said Harvey, carefully rolling the condom off Frodo's cock, and holding it up to the light. 'Really? All precum?' He turned to Frodo. 'You've not orgasmed yet then?' Frodo shook his head. 'Hmm, impressive,' mused Harvey, knotting the rubber and attaching a small label to it. 'Well now we just need a few measurements, boy, so if you'd be good enough to stand up, please?'

Frodo stood up, and Harvey - clipboard in hand - walked around him. Firstly, he measured the length of Frodo's cock, and then its diameter at the tip and base, and every inch between the two. He produced some calipers and, gently squeezing the puppy dog's scrotum, Harvey measured the approximate width of each orb. Next he pulled the ball sac down, as far as it would reach, and measured the outstretched length of skin. Then he tied a small cord around the top of Frodo's scrotum, and began hanging different weights from it. 'Let me know when it gets too painful,' said Harvey. After about six weights, Frodo started whimpering, and after the eighth he fell quickly to his knees to relieve the pressure. He instantly expected a spanking, but instead Harvey said, 'Not bad! Not bad at all, boy. You Ok?' Frodo was panting, but managed to nod. 'OK, good, same again but this time we'll see what weight your cock can take...' After that, Harvey retrieved a selection of life-like rubber dildos from the bottom drawer of one cabinet, to check which was the widest and longest that Frodo could deep-throat. The measuring session lasted about twenty minutes, and finished with Frodo having to bend over Harvey's desk, front and back paws spread apart, while Laura inserted different calibrated dildos to see what length and depth the young pup would tolerate.

'Great. All done, boy,' said Harvey. 'Well, just about. I think you'll like the next test, though,'

Frodo looked at him, uncertain whether the comment was genuine or mocking.

'I want you to wank, boy,' said Harvey, smiling. 'We've got a baseline sample of your precum after a week's abstinence, which is great, and now I want a baseline sample of your cum. Laura will just apply another measurement condom to your cock, which I see is still very hard. They're already lubed a bit, but you can have more if you like. Frodo shook his head.

'Should he take his mitts off?' asked Laura.

'Hmm, not sure. Probably not,' said Harvey. 'Malcolm was quite strict about some things.'

'OK, Frodo, so spank that monkey,' said Harvey.

But Frodo only had to rub his pup cock a couple of times before it spurted, two or three times, then paused and spurted again, and paused and spurted, four or five times, almost completely filling the especially enlarged medical teat. Frodo's shoulders sank and he stood panting, exhausted.

'Oh, bugger,' said Harvey.

'What?' said Laura.

'Wuff?' said Frodo.

'We forgot to attach the pulse monitor to his genitals. For all of our other subjects, we've been collecting heart beat and blood pressure information during climax. No worries, I guess. We've got the sample we need - and it's a big one - but we just need another orgasm. Laura, could you change his cock-ring for the stats-recording one? Excellent. Now,' he turned back to Frodo, 'we just need you to wank off again. If you could?'

Frodo looked down at his cock, which hung limply between his legs.

'Hmmm. Laura, the vibrating butt plug might help here? The professional one?'

A few seconds later, Frodo felt a cold handful of lube being spread around his tail hole. 'Bend over, boy,' said Laura, and as he did so she expertly slipped the plug into his hole. If only his master were so deft and skilful! thought Frodo.

'Right, stand up again boy. Oh, Laura, we don't need a condom for this, so just spread some papers on the floor. Excellent. Ready Frodo? Wank away!'

Frodo held his limp cock, then suddenly felt his plug begin to vibrate; the nurse had located it well, brushing against his prostate, and soon the young pup's cock was hard again and he was able to grasp and rub it with a mitted paw. But, despite his cock being hard, it was difficult to reach orgasm again so quickly especially wearing mitts.

'Faster, boy,' said Harvey. 'I want to see where your pulse rate and pressure peak. Faster!'

Frodo rubbed faster, looking down at his cock. Harvey picked a ruler off his desk and went to stand in front of the pup; he lifted Frodo's chin up with the rule, and looked at him. 'Don't look at your cock, boy. Just rub it. Fast. Faster!'

Frantically, Frodo rubbed and rubbed and rubbed.

'And stand up straight! Legs apart! Stand straight. Eyes forward. Fast! Fast fast fast!'

Soon, Frodo was rubbing his cock in a wild frenzy, and a few seconds later it fired three or four globs of puppy soda out over the newspapers on the floor.

'Good dog,' cooed Laura, stroking Frodo's buttocks.

'Right, I think we should stop for lunch now, Laura. Get him a drink and some food will you?'

Frodo sat down on the floor, exhausted, then heard his name being called. He turned around and saw Laura had set down two bowls. 'Here you go, doggy,' she said. 'One's a bowl of water, and the other is a mix of tuna, beef spread and your own cum - I weighed and analysed your samples, so we don't need them any more, and Malcolm said tuna and beef spread cum mix was one of your favourites. He also said you had to lap up anything you spilled, so I'll just move those old newspapers here for you too. Now Harvey and I are going to get some lunch, so we'll leave you here. If you need to piss, you can choose to do it in your food bowl or water bowl - so maybe best to eat and drink what you want first. And i'll just releash your collar and lock it to the foot of this examination couch, because we don't want you wandering off and getting lost. See you later, boy.'

And with that, Harvey and Laura went off to lunch, leaving Frodo to his cum snack.

*

'Ah, still here, Frodo, that's good. How was your lunch?' asked Harvey, as he and Laura returned to the office. He looked down at the dishes, both had been emptied, and one had been filled with piss. 'Drink any, boy?' he asked. Frodo shook his head. 'Do you drink it, boy?' he asked. Frodo shook his head. 'Not even your own?' Frodo shook his head a third time, then half shrugged as if to say sometimes. 'No worries, that's not part of our tests. No, the next part is Tom. Laura, would you bring Tom in, please?'

Laura opened another door, and a large grey Tom cat furry entered. Or at least, it looked like a furry, but Frodo recognised it as the mascot of a local hockey team. 'We want to check your biometrics while giving fellatio, Frodo. We've cut some holes in Tom's outfit, and that was the best we could do to recreate a furry at such short notice. Sorry. Anyway, on your knees young pup.' Frodo got to his knees and the large grey Tom wandered over, rummaged for a zip in his groin, and pulled out a massive uncut cock. Frodo blinked; any stallion would have been more than proud to sport a member that large.

'Go on, boy, you know you want it,' said Laura.

'Come on, Frodo. It's just a cock,' said Harvey.

Frodo leaned forwards, pulled back the foreskin, and wrapped his mouth around the large bell end; the heat and salty taste struck him like a train on a track, and it throbbed as if a wild beast were in his mouth. What's more, the second he licked it, he noticed Tom begin to tense and he felt the cock swell yet more. Frodo bobbed his head forward and back, forward and back, closing his eyes and sinking into blissful submissive humiliation as he sucked off Tom's cock in front of Harvey and the nurse. 'I'm coming,' said Tom. 'Hold it steady,' said Harvey. 'Swallow if you can, boy,' said Laura. Frodo didn't have too much option, as he suddenly felt a large grey paw pressing against the back of his head, forcing his nose into Tom's sweaty groin. A couple more thrusts, and the cat's load spewed into the small pup's mouth. Frodo swallowed as best he could, although some cum dribbled down his cheeks; his own cock was twitching with delight.

'Well done, boy,' said Harvey. 'And now anal.'

Frodo turned around, wide-eyed. He normally only let his master fuck him back there, but he didn't want to argue if it were something his master had agreed.

'I'll just slip this on, Frodo, if that's OK? Tom prefers not to go bareback.'

Frodo looked up to see Tom bending over, newly-cut tail-hole gaping open. Frodo looked down and saw a fresh condom on his cock. 'Atta boy, Frodo,' said Laura. We need to check your rates for you giving as well as taking, and after that face-fuck i'm sure you'd like to butt-fuck him?'

Frodo nodded, and stood up. He looked at Harvey, and Laura, then Harvey again, to make sure he understood. They both nodded, and Laura passed him a tube of lube which he applied. Then, positioning himself behind Tom, and with just a little sliding here and there, Frodo inserted his cock into Tom, pushed the cat's back down a little further, squeezed one of the feline's buttocks, slapped the other, held both of the animal's hips, and started thrusting. A long, hard, fuck, given how many times Frodo had come already. Tom started moaning, and grunting, and panting, and Frodo continued thrusting harder and harder, until together they crescendoed into yelps of pleasure and pain, and Frodo collapsed panting over the equally breathless Tom.

'Excellent. Thank you for that, Frodo. I'm sure we'll get some great data from it. Perhaps you need a lie-down now?' he said. But something in his voice told Frodo that he didn't mean a snooze.

*

This time, Harvey led Frodo outside, once again without his fursuit, and once again led by a leash and cock-ring. They walked, or rather Harvey walked and Frodo trotted, to a small patch of grass just off the main square. Nearby was a chair, a small sign, and a pile of hooks and rings. 'Right, just lay down flat, Frodo. Get as comfortable as you can, we may be here for a short while.' Frodo lay down and, out of habit, spread his front and back paws; the correct action, as it turned out, because Harvey went around fixing them to tent pegs that he hammered into the ground. The young pup lay back on the cool grass, feeling it tickling the underside of his calves and scrotum, as he looked up at the pale wisps of cloud passing overhead. He heard voices, and tried to turn his head, but they were behind him. 'I'll just put this blindfold on you, Frodo, to help protect your eyes. Now close your mouth if you want, or leave it open, that's up to you. We're about to start.'

And with that, all went dark, and briefly silent, before he felt the heavy pitter patter of warm liquid raining down on his tummy. He could feel it going up to his chin, then down to his crotch, but it only lasted about ten seconds. Then he heard more voices, and sensed somebody else near him, then was suddenly hit in the face by a strong gush of bitter urine over his cheeks, the sheer pressure almost forcing it into his mouth; it dripped down his chin and ran down his neck. He waited until it had stopped, then pursed and licked his lips; on its own, warm and fresh, a little bit of piss was quite tasty. Then came the sound of somebody else approaching, and he felt his crotch being sprayed, the yellow liquid at first warming his shaved skin and then cooling it as the moisture evaporated in the breeze. In total, Frodo lay on the grass for at least twenty minutes, and later found out that he'd had fifteen people piss on him. Apparently Harvey had taken careful notes of when each person started and stopped, to correlate with Frodo's bio readings, and he'd also filmed all the encounters for later analysis. The young pup didn't realise at the time, but his strongest reaction came when they used a large jet to spray him with urine that they had collected from the shire horse of a nearby farm.

'Well done, Frodo, that was good. Twenty minutes of being pissed on, by fifteen different people. And you never complained once. Now just follow Laura over to the corner there, where there's an outside tap and hosepipe. She'll wash you down, dry you out, and take you on to your next assignment. We're getting there now. You're being a good boy.'

Frodo trotted over towards Laura who bathed him clean, sprayed him with some deodorant, gave him a fresh bowl of water, and a bowl of fruit yoghourt to help take away the test of any urine, then led him to the gymnasium.

*

When Frodo entered the gym, the first thing he noticed were several dozen students filling the seats to one side. In the middle of the floor, where Harvey waited for him, was a vaulting horse. 'Go on, boy,' said Laura, 'go to Harvey.'

Frodo, still naked apart from mitts and furry head, trotted on all fours over to the horse.

Harvey patted him on the head. 'Frodo,' he said, waving an arm towards the seats, 'I'd like you to meet all my fourth-year students. You met some of my first-year ones a few moments ago - they all have such weak bladders you know - but these are fourth-years.' Harvey turned to address his students. 'You all know what we've been doing today, and indeed some of you helped formulate the tests as part of last week's course work. We've gathered data on humiliation and non-contact arousal, sexual prowess and stamina, restraint, auto-arousal, fellatio, anal, and any number of other activities. The one we've not really done yet is pain.'

Frodo looked up at Harvey, then over to the students, then down at his feet again. He was used to pain. The way that the afternoon had been progressing, he wouldn't have expected anything different.

'Now don't worry, students. No animals in this exercise will be harmed. Pain needn't mean physical harm, and we certainly don't want to do that with Frodo.' Frodo gave a gentle whine, and the girl students erupted in a collective 'Awwww.'

'The winners, that is to say the top scorers from last week's assignment, were Paul and Becky. Would you please come out here?'

Two students left their chairs and approached the horse.

'Paul, would you like to secure Frodo to the horse, the way I showed you? The wrist cuffs and chains are in that box,' said Harvey, gesturing to a small crate nearby. Then, to Frodo, 'Frodo, could you climb on the horse, please, with front and rear paws down the sides, and your butt sticking out over the back? You can see that John, from the craft department, has rigged up a new leather top to the horse so that your genitals can hang freely and won't be squashed beneath your tummy.'

Frodo climbed up on to the horse, which indeed felt unnervingly comfortable given what was likely to happen next.

'Off you go, then, Paul.'

'Back a bit, Frodo,' said Paul. Frodo shuffled back an inch or so. 'Does he need a gag?' asked Paul. Harvey turned to Laura.

'Do we have a gag? We meant to order one, didn't we?'

Laura whispered something in reply.

'No, Paul, we don't have a gag,' said Harvey.

'But he might need something to bite on? It's traditional, isn't it?' said Paul.

'Well, yes, I guess,' Harvey admitted.

'I know,' said the student, and he pulled down his jeans and slipped off his Y-fronts. All the girls who were watching, and quite a few boys, whooped and cheered. Harvey frowned, but let Paul walked around and stuff the underwear in Frodo's mouth.

('You turn me on,' Paul whispered in Frodo's ear. 'You really turn me on, pup, with your cute little butt and that puppy-dog face. You turn me on so so much that my cock's been on heat and my bollocks have been sweating and between you and me well I just came in those underpants that i stuffed in your mouth. What i wouldn't give to take you now, to fuck you now, strapped down on that horse, but hey some other time and place, OK, buddy?' Frodo turned to him and smiled.)

'What's all that whispering?' asked Harvey.

'Nothing sir, just checking he's comfortable, that's all.'

'Well, start the spanking, Paul. You've got five minutes.'

And so it was that this experiment, out of all them all, yielded the most difficult results for Harvey to explain; he had timed each wanking and spanking to the second, and knew exactly when each had started and stopped, but his records showed that whatever words Paul had whispered to Frodo that afternoon had almost made the dalmatian pup spontaneously climax there and then. Paul unleashed his five minutes of thorough and continuous spanking, although there was something strange that Harvey couldn't put his finger on and nobody else seemed to notice at all: Harvey had expected that he would need to caution Paul, a rugby player, for being too violent, because he suspected the male student was rather prejudiced against gays and furries. However, and the lecturer began to doubt himself because nobody else mentioned the fact, it did seem that Paul was spanking in the dog in a firm but somehow loving way.

'Time's up,' called Laura, who had been keeping her eye on a stopwatch.

'You next, Becky,' said Harvey.

Frodo heard footsteps and sensed the young girl called Becky approach. Then he caught his breath as he heard the very distinctive swish of a crop.

'Three. Two. One. Time starts now, Becks,' said Laura.

*Smack*

Frodo flinched. It wasn't just Laura, and her butt plug insertion, who had tremendous skill. There was Paul, who it seemed really knew how to spank a guy, and now there was this young girl called Becky who definitely knew how to hold a crop.

*Smack*

Frodo flinched again.

'Keep still, dog!' ordered the girl.

Frodo bit down hard on Paul's Y-fronts and tried to lose himself in thoughts of being butt- and face-fucked by the young male student.

'Becky is captain of the university horse-riding team,' Harvey told Frodo, conversationally.

'Yes, and I've ridden far bigger stallions than you, boy,' she said.

*smack*

Frodo's butt checks stung; they positively glowed with pain, and precum dripped from his cock that was no longer hanging down but instead was jutting forward just below his underbelly.

'Ten seconds left, Becks,' said Laura.

Frodo waited for a final, massive, onslaught. But instead, he felt Becky approach his butt and rub her hands over his beautifully formed rump. As she caressed his cheeks, soothing their stinging, she leaned her head forward to his and whispered to him.

('Sorry, boy, but I know you like it. You do like it, don't you? Me too. I love it. And I've such a collection of whips, and paddles, and bridles, and bits, at home. But horses aren't any fun. I want a dog, Frodo. I want a dalmatian pup, all of my own, to play with, Frodo. You will come again, won't you, boy?' Her right hand, fondling his left buttock, slid towards the pup's moist crack, and then - shocked - Frodo felt her middle finger plunge into his tail hole and search out his prostate. 'You will cum again, won't you Frodo?' whispered Becky, kissing him on the cheek.)

'Um, time's up, Becks,' said Laura, unsure what the girl was doing to the pup, and beginning to wonder whether it had been such a good idea to involve the students to this extent.

'Excellent. Well that concludes our studies, students,' Harvey said, having similar thoughts to Laura. Thank you for your time. I'll expect your reports and observations to be on my desk first thing tomorrow. I'll see you all then.' And with that, the students made their way out of the gym, while Laura untied Frodo and led him along behind Harvey, back to the consulting rooms.

*

'Right, Frodo, your master will be here to collect you at any moment. I want you to be here when he arrives, so he knows that you're OK, but my discussion will be with him and not you,' said Harvey. Then, turning to Laura, he asked her to fix the pup's mitts behind his head, and buckle a leashed collar around his neck. 'Now, Frodo, I want you to go and stand by that window, snout to the glass.'

Frodo, buck naked apart from mitts and furry mask, with his paws fixed up behind his head, walked on his hind legs over to the window which gave out onto the quad. He moved forwards until his snout touched the window. The sill was quite low, in the consulting rooms, and he was fully exposed to halfway down his thighs. It was the end of lectures for the day, and students were beginning to leave, but a couple of them noticed the bare, exposed, buck-naked, dalmatian pup standing on his hind paws, with his cock jutting up and his clean-shaven balls hanging below. Frodo swallowed, bearing the humiliation as much as he could, when there was a knock on the door and he heard footsteps.

'Hello, Malcolm,' said Harvey. 'I'm so pleased to see you again.'

'You too,' said Frodo's master. 'How's he been?'

'See for yourself,' said Harvey.

Malcolm looked across at his young pup, legs spread, paws behind his head, stripped naked, standing in front of the window, cock and shaven balls on show, being gawped at and photographed by dozens of students. He also noticed the pup's shiny red rump.

'He's been OK?' asked Malcolm.

'Oh, very good. Very, very good,' said Harvey. 'Remarkable, in fact. I've never met anyone, human or animal, like him.'

'But he's so ... naughty. All the time.'

'Hmm. Well, would you like my expert opinion, Malcolm?'

'Yes, yes of course, please, Harvey. That's why I volunteered him.'

'As a dog, as a pup, he's the best I've ever seen. The most patient, tolerant, totally obedient, pup.' Harvey paused. 'Potentially, I mean,' he added. 'It's all in the relationship, you see,' he explained. 'He can behave, he can take humiliation and punishment and submission, if he has to, and he's done that all day, without fault. But' - and here Harvey had to wave a finger to stop Malcolm interrupting - 'but the way your relationship has developed with him means that his mischievous side has been allowed to play out. And, well, that's going to be very difficult to change.'

'What can I do?' asked Malcolm.

'I'd recommend raising your punishments by a couple of notches, and imposing increasing durations of abstinence,' said Harvey.

'Good. Good, thank you, I'll do that.'

'I'd recommend that,' continued Harvey, 'if you want him to lose all his fursonality. If you want to squash his spirit and crush his puppy nature. But, personally, if I were you, I'd stick with how things are.'

'Honestly? But ...' started Malcolm.

'Honestly. I'd give him a home, any time. He's a wonderful pet, Malcolm. In fact, as a reward for his work today, I think you should allow him a week off-leash, three free wanks over the next five days, and a large helping of his favourite food tonight ... From a bowl, of course. He's a wonderful pup, Malcolm, and you're extremely lucky to have him.'

'And nice butt cheeks,' added Laura.

Outside, in the quad, watching the silent scene unfold through the window, over a hundred students saw the dalmatian break out into a huge grin.

Frodo murred.

The End.