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by The Brain of Lazarus

Late!

Roxxan was so late. He didn't know how. Did he forget to set the alarm, sleep through it? Not get enough rest? It didn't matter. The only thing that did was the schematics for his semester turn-ins were due, a standard and strict requirement for all working towards the Advanced Engineering and Mechanics degree. He swore to himself, over and over, rushing past many academy students through hall and stairway, large, puffy squirrel tail trailing wildly.

It was a big deal. Turning in the prints was on the day only. After the instructor took them and the deadline hour had passed, that was it, and to Roxxan's fright, it was at least ten past the required turn in. This meant a lot of things. He might get his grants pulled (or would, rather), his semester would be in shambles, there would be a mark against him when signing on for a defense committee. The idea enraged him.

_To think I call myself an engineer,_he mentally scorned.

He didn't know what he was going to say or do. All the lights and colors and floors went by in a blur, until the effeminate squirrel reached his professor's room, Instructor Vordic, a fairly middle aged, grey-coat steed with a knack for being both handsome and witty. Was pleading the way to go? Begging? He couldn't have been more uncertain.

Golden eyes blinked and he knocked on the door, entering as calmly as possible.

Vordic was calmly sitting behind circular oaken desk, layered with neatly stacked paper, computer emanating holo-feed and a simple clock to his right. Silently the equine was pooling over several sheets of white, reading and marking things down with crimson-ink pen as ear twitched to Roxxan's arrival. Before the feisty engineer could say anything, Vordic spoke up.

"Ah, Mr. Rockets. I expected you earlier," mulled out the instructor. He looked over. His weary autumn eyes were treated to that intriguing, exotic figure he'd found himself contemplating every now and again.

Roxxan was from that rare, alluring caste of males that held a slender, feminine figure in such a manner that they could easily be mistaken for a girl. Even though the squirrel wore the male uniform (a cut satin fabric that the squirrel had notably decided to make very short at the waist), his body was generous, wonderful. His thighs were thick and delicately curved, hips soft and wide, a round bouncing rump accented by reddish-orange fur and fire pattern tail, slim, delicate arms and adorably featured face. His gold iris' matched the hue of hair, short, covering an eye, barely hinted with eyeliner, and his ears were longer than the normal squirrel, pierced on one side.

In short, he was beautiful. A very pretty, angelic boy. Whoever was his architect back in the Gene Clinics, well, they had a mind for art.

Voric folded hands, resting elbows on his desk. "I think I know why you're here."

Rox fidgeted with his prints in one hand, feeling rather helpless, nibbling his lower lip.

"I uh, well. You know, slept in n'stuff. N-no big deal, really," said Roxxan with a sheepish shrug. The equine chuckled.

"I'm afraid it is a big deal, Mr. Rockets. There's a strict disciplinary time schedule, you know that."

The young male sighed, rubbing his head. He almost felt like crying, but resisted. "Look, Instructor, I really need your help. Just this one time. I spent months on these schematics, sleepless nights, early mornings," he pleaded, placing the prints down.

"I know I fouled up. . . but we all do that, don't we? Isn't there something you can do? Anything? I can't lose everything I worked for! I. . . don't know what I'd do!"

A quiet pause. Vordic tilted his head and rummaged over the lovely squirrel with gaze, recounting just how gorgeous and distant he was, on another plateau of beauty. He wanted to help, truly, he did. But, he also wanted something else. Rather, someone. He wanted Roxxan. He wanted to bend that dream like slender body over, fuck him senseless, and fill him with seed. Not to be mistaken for exploitation, entirely, Vordic though of the squirrel in fond admiration. He wanted to hear him yell and moan in pleasure, not in pain.

It was foolish to think of anything for a relationship, after all. All he had now was the advantage.

The steed has his chance. He was going to take it.

"Oh, I'll help. Pending you help me, first," he started with the most whimsical of grins.

"You know what beautiful a young man you are, Roxxan? Do you know how many people I see in class looking at you, chancing glances? Blushing? Watching in awe?"

Squirrely eyebrows raised, confused. He was lightly relieved that there was some hope but, also apprehension. "E-er. I don't understand."

"My point being, love," Vordic continued, "People daydream about you. Including me. A lot of things, actually. So, here's how it will work. If you don't want to fail out this course, lose your grants and respect amongst the higher committee, you'll swing that lovely body over here and wrap your lips around my ever-bored cock."

Immediately the boy's cheeks flushed a bright red. Some part of him rather knew where this was going. And, in a morbid sort of way, those same parts of him loved the idea, to be coerced into doing another male's bidding. A male, that, in fact, Roxxan had always thought a very handsome fellow, if a bit too cheeky for his own good.

But instead of going through all the melodramatic shock and awe, the crafty mind of the engineer contemplated this. It wasn't like this was terrible or anything. A nice shaft was a pleasure to kiss and touch with tongue. And, very likely, at the end of this, Roxxan could do a little coercion of his own. A half our of pleasure for an entire career?

Thank fuck I'm into guys.

He growled, rubbing his nose. "F-Fine."

Hearing this, Vordic's eyes widened. "Really now? Well, Mr. Rockets. I'm a little surprised, but ever so grateful for your little favor," he said with tones of sarcasm.

Patting his table, the burly steed gestured for Roxxan. "Over here, darling."

Hips swung naturally as the squirrel strut over, angry, bothered, not entirely fond of being referred to in such titles. "It's not a favor," he replied flatly, "I just don't want my academics screwed."

"Smart boy. Save for the screwing, they'll be plenty of that," added the steed, gesturing to his trousers with a hearty grin. "But, could you be a good boy and get these off?"

Another pause. No turning back now. Roxxan had to do this, and truthfully it was not as scandalous as it seemed. He slunk to his knees, huffing, adjusting himself so fat bottom rested on feet, whilst careful hands started to unstrap belt and garments.

He unzipped the dress pants, silently pulling them down, if not hesitating when he saw that plump bulge resting comfortably within briefs. Nervous digits then tugged down the cotton fabric, as luscious, satin flesh bounced out, plopping nonchalantly at half mast, bapping the young squirrel on the lips. Vordic finished up by slipping off these lower fabrics, hefty sac swinging mildly as he did, Rox trying to hide his. . . admiration for such a lovely piece of malehood.

For a moment, Rox sincerely wished this moment was different. Given the chance, he'd suckle this thing til' the sunset, were it not being forced out of him.

Blushing heatedly, the squirrel slipped the first inch in his soft oral entrance, lips widened, wet pillows comforting the lukewarm midnight mast. He bobbed head slowly, carefully over its first half, licking with some enthuse, tail twitching.

"Now now, no slacking off. Suck on it like you love it, Roxxan."

Double blink. The squirrel cocked a frustrated eyebrow, releasing the tip from mouth as it glistened with his saliva. His golden eyes wandered up, as if to placate or scorn Vordic, say something in retaliation.

"Those are pretty eyes," said he, mockery of Rox's 'position'. The squirrel huffed in frustration, blushing angrily.

Glance returned to the satin meat, the hull of its flank pulsing gently as the thick veiny meat dripped with desire. Situation aside, Roxxan did love a good cock, and well, this one was quite. . . desirable. Very plump, a lean cut set of inches, a warm, weighty girth. He bit his lower lip, then slowly pushed forward, allowing the crown to bury itself in his oral entrance. The width spread his cheeks and forced his soft lips to wrap around the malehood. His tongue cushioned the underflesh whilst the genital twitched comfortably, Roxxan mumbling incoherently whilst the engorged meat filled up his mouth in quite a hurry.

However, he yelped a muffled exclamation as a hand gripped a tuft of hair from back of head, abruptly forcing his cranium forward as the enormous shaft plunged itself deeper, lodging into throat until rodent nose was buried in rough pubic forest. Golden eyes snapped up in surprise, if not a little panic, feeling every pulse and movement of the equine flesh nestled jealously.

"Hold it there, sweetheart," the instructor chimed, looking down to the stuck squirrel, letting the desire to escape work at his cock, an intense suction created all around the throbbing inches. Roxxan, on the other hand, was all ready wincing, eyes tearing up, only able to breathe through nose as masculine aroma filled his nostrils. Eyeliner started to smear and cheeks puffed out, gurgles rumbling from timid rodent throat.

Eventually the powerful palm released him, and Roxxan slipped off with a lovely 'smack,' a trail of saliva bridging lips and equine crown. He gasped and breathed feverishly, coughing out excess liquids and irritation, face wrought with heavy blush.

"B-bastard!" he coughed, feeling his throat. "Whats your problem!?"

The instructor tilted his head, reveling in the spasms of pleasure that radiated about his malehood.

"Honey, please," replied he, crossing his arms, "Who could resist a pretty mouth like that? And I did say I wanted you to love this cock. Clearly this lack of attention isn't just on your schematics."

Fiery squirrel grunted angrily.

Vordic chuckled. "You're adorable. You can't even be angry without looking cute."

"F-fuck you."

A shake of the head and tongue click. "Be nice. Keep that up and I'm not giving you a choice about this whole thing."

Horse hand gripped the heavy, satin mast, and began prodding the soft features of squirrely face with his tip, gooey juices mingling with reddish fur as he slapped puffy cheeks with it, bemused. Roxxan was forced to be subjected to the rapping of equinehood, fluff flame pattern tail winding angrily, whilst the slate-coat steed rubbed his juicy flank all about the amiable, alluring squirrel visage.

"Be a good boy," Vordic intoned, rubbing his crown over those soft, glazed lips.

Angry as he was, Roxxan couldn't get over the dreamy physique and shaping of this luscious horse mast. It took all his self control to not suck the life from it, and the touches weren't helping. He continued to blush but did nothing to resist.

"May we try again, Mr. Rockets?" beamed the larger male, releasing his flank so it bobbled a bit, taunting Roxxan.

Doing his best to ignore the constant placation of his instructor, the squirrel once more eyed the throbbing meat, and imagined it was some random cock to be enjoyed. It was beautiful, at least.

So is Vordic, y'know.

He blushed and shooshed those thoughts. Last thing Roxxan needed was a sexual version of Stockholm, or something like that.

Blinking, soft lips trembled, and approached the lovely girth, warm tongue licking crown, swirling about as saliva dribbled from its end. One palm, gentle as silk, grasped the velvety, enormous equine testes, satin gems which were warm and satisfying to the touch, squirrely fingers massaging and cupping them whilst his mouth gripped the first few inches of cock, a bit more enthusiastically. Vacuum pressure formed whilst the effeminate male suckled, light slurping noises emitting from his maw, Vordic resting his hands on desk behind him.

Slowly, Roxxan became more affectionate to this healthy flesh. Soft lips kissed at it, tapped it, pressed against the veins, moist pink rug sliding around the underflesh. The scent was there, a hint of masculine freshness with aroma like that of crushed leaves, invigorating Roxxan. His fondling persisted, whilst head sneaked underneath the large malehood, the girth resting on blondish hair whilst mouthing smacks and smooches started to lap and lick at the smooth, shaven area. Forgetting Vordic, the squirrel boy could only gush. Gorgeous, really, this cock, these smooth, squishy sacs.

In squirrely nature, the fiery engineer was able to noisily engulf one of the heavy balls into oral chamber, moaning as he massaged the area with nose and cheek, lightly pulling the testicular area. Smothered, was the word, Roxxan pressing his front face into those orbs, letting them rob and control his face, juggling them, smacking them upon his features.

As for Vordic, the equine instructor shuddered, lacking the cohesion to make a quip or tease. Palms would grip table much harder, groaning through teeth with his shaft so easily handle with lip and lick. His eyes would watch in marvel as the squirrel worked, unable to look away, smirking in amazement with the oral muscles all synergizing in delicious harmony.

Roxxan was getting sloppy, running his tongue over the sac till it dripped with juices, mouth emerging once more at the tip with a hand stroking along its threshold. Gently, the stern male pike slipped into the oral chamber as the girlish squirrel felt it press back in, noisily, loudly slurping up the glistening flank til his chin dribbled with a river of pre. There he'd bob his head in short dives and falls, bouncing the horsecock in mouth, mumbling in satisfaction with lewd slurps, slowly but surely allowing the pike to deepen into his maw.

Eventually, Vordic softly gasped, as his frisky flesh found itself willfully suckled and buried in that tight, gripping throat. He was almost at a loss, to see the squirrely boy so eagerly entrap his teasing malehood when before it was the subject feigned-mockery. Yes, his head was diving and rising, grunting with each slick path of bringing meat into throat, coating Vordic's equine rod in sticky, warm juices.

"Nmm, boy," the large male uttered, "Don't have a boyfriend, do you? Oh I'm sure he'd love to see this."

The illusion of things was broken, and Roxxan shifted his eyes upward, angrily, if almost hurt. That of course being the entire point.

"I tease, sweetheart, I tease," said Vordic with heavier, pleasured tones. He was only half mocking, anyway. "But I couldn't get you to look up, and I'm a sucker for pretty eyes."

Roxxan began to slow down, but much like before, a stern hand gripped the top of his hair, and he was stuck upon equine malehood.

"Still, that's a lovely thought, isn't it?"

Roxxan only blinked, trying to move if only met by the unrelenting control of steed hands. Thighs then spread a bit, as if Vordic was bracing for something.

"Maybe not even a boyfriend. A crush, a heavy crush. Some other awkward boy so nervous to talk to you," went on the instructor, "because, well, face it squirrel, you're beautiful."

Roxxan again tried to shift off the meat, alarmed, grunting in annoyance.

"I'd love to his reaction to all this, you know. So that he'd realize you're out of his league. That you prefer superior, sensible males. Beautiful boys, like yourself. Hm, what am I saying. . ."

There was a pause, and Vordic pulled his loins backward, so that his crown exited the squirrel's mouth, allowing Rox to speak up.

"W-what the hell is with you?"

His answer came in form of heavy thickness filling his mouth by an inch.

"Honey, hush. And try to relax, I don't want this to hurt."

Before the engineer understood what that implied or meant, his throat was abruptly and forcefully slammed into by that greedy, engorged girth. Rox could only sputter in squeaks of shocked protest as Vordic carefully but firmly held head in place as his hips gyrated in smooth, piston slams, hefty, luscious testes slapping at chin rapidly, the audible clap of flesh against flesh filling the room, accentuated by the soft breaths of the equine and Roxxan's muffled moans. So quickly and relentlessly did Vordic plunge himself into the effeminate boy's throat that the squirrel was losing breath, having to pant through nostrils, his body shaking and tail flailing about in panic. Haplessly he tried to push away the large steed, hands against curved thighs, but it was to no avail.

His face was blushing hard, eyes tearing up, streaming a little trail of satin and black. Allowing a breath, Vordic pulled the fondly featured squirrel off shaft, the young male gasping a great deal as his form shivered, his mouth dripping with thick drops of pre and saliva.

"Eyeliner too? That's precious," said the steed in a surprisingly endearing manner. "You're a dream, really. You're too good for well, everyone. Even me. Hah! That's why we must resort to such things, sweetheart."

Clinging to his breaths, Roxxan tried to protest. "Slow down! J-just hang o-on a-mmmffflk!"

Alas, the instructor would not have it, slamming those adorable lips into sac, forcing the squirrel's oral entance upon them, making sure to rub his entire cranium upon the tender testes.

"Shhhh. Relax, Mr. Rockets. I won't hurt you, I promise."

Actions repeated. Roxxan was once again choked as a spit on the warm equine circumfrence, his incoherent babble mixed with unintentional sucking and slurping as Vordic hammered his needy loins into that seething oral hole. Regardless of the fiery engineer trying to resist, aspects of him, well. Loved it. A glorious cock like this all to himself? Who else got a chance like this? No one. And selfishly, even whorishly, Roxxan loved it, to be this ideal, sought after effeminate figure that allured the hapless and curious.

"NNNH!"

The sudden grunt broke his chain of thought. Hair was yanked and head pulled backward, as an abrupt trail of white hot seed found its way ejecting out of glorious steed tip. Roxxan coughed a few times before face was splattered with the hot, sticky marble liquid, oozing and dripping on his lovely features as several streams coated him. Much like sweat, the issue dribbled from his visage, as Roxxan looked on, blankly, touching his throat, feeling some of the juices slither into his belly.

Gently, Vordic released him, petting his head a few times whilst he regained breath.

"You're an angel we can't possess," Vordic said with an air of fondness. A finger crept under the squirrel's chin, forcing gaze to meet gaze. "I'd give up everything I had, if you would be mine."

Some of the feisty boy's temper returned. "You're a fucking creeper."

The horse merely snickered. "Please. Don't mistake admiration for predatory intent."

A pause, glancing over Rox's soaked features. "Well, not entirely." The equine then proceeded to stroke his still hard member, tapping the table. "Now, come. We're almost done here."

Younger male looked quizzically to the desk, shakily standing up. A powerful, sweeping arm wrapped about the squirrel's back, softly pushing him over so that chest was mashed to the hard wood, the alerted rodent looking back in some mix of fear and want. He didn't entirely expect things to get this far.

"Wait. . . I-I don't. . ." The anger appeared to drain, in place of something else. Terror, maybe. Or excitement. Vordic was showing shades of personality that Roxxan had _never_encountered, and it made him shudder. From intrigue or anxiety, it was hard to tell.

Instead of a harsh quip or mocking tone, instead there was a gentle rubbing of Roxxan's flame pattern back. The thin student-wear fabric easily gave way to the strong touches, warmth flooding over the curvaceous, dainty young frame.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you."

They were sincere words, though Roxxan had no time to ponder them. He felt his wide, curvaceous hips touched, as the thin satin boyshorts he wore were tugged at, and pulled, ever so carefully sliding them off thick thighs and down to knees. His fluffy tail flicked nervously, uncertain.

"Oh. Gods."

Twas' a whisper, and one in sight of the scrumptious, plump, round rear that Vordic was now in full sight of. These words did it no justice. It was soft, silky. A juicy peach accented by the slender squirrelhood and light, pink punker, a little cheery smooshed in betwixt two chubby, jiggly cheeks. The equine was fascinated, grasping each buttocks in hand, wriggling it, groping, bouncing it in palm, causing ripples of flesh to jostle the succulent backside.

"I'm starting to see why curious heads turn to you," said the steed, appreciating the opportunity to touch and grope the tender rump. He chuckled as well, noticing the thin line of frilly white undergarments with accentuating lace. "And panties too. Such a doll.

Roxxan was uncertain whether or not he liked this, yet, he didn't say stop, or no. Shuddered breaths escaped him with each exploratory touch, the fondling of his generous, glorious haunches, the soft nudging of his pucker, the playful slaps to wiggling bum. Only when something larger, wetter, and warmer prod him on his little squirrelbud did he yelp softly.

"Do you love anyone, sweetie?" inquired the grey-coated steed, gently nudging that little squirrel hole.

Fiery pattern squirrel trembled, going silent. He used to.

"Just try to imagine them now. Watching, unable to do a thing, as they observe themselves be outclassed. Maybe then, they'll learn to appreciate you more."

Vordic huffed. He didn't wait for some temperamental reply or angered squeak. He hilted himself, pushing forward with calm, deliberate force, as his girth prodded that lovely little boyrose and enchroached, the inches slipping past it's tightly wrapping entrance, all the saliva, semen, and pre allowing him to messily get inside. More did his weighty mass plunge deeper, until to the steed's amazement he'd buried his member inside that scrumptious backside, prodding prostate, seeing the shapely bodied squirrely writhe a bit in quiet moans.

Young Rockets was at a loss and completely out of touch. Oh gods, it was too good. The nudging of that fat flesh to his inner button making him yelp and squeak, the circumference stretching out his tight squirrel pucker in a painfully pleasureful way, ample peach ass quivering. The steed was also quite enraptured, taking a moment to pull out and force the large round cheeks to stroke meaty sides, healthily smacking each chub cheek to get a submissive squeak from student.

Plap, smack, jiggly jiggles. Fat flesh emanating with waves of energetic tush that bounced around like the enthused rodent they were plugged in to. The instructor wished this moment would last forever, oh, the things he would do. Alas, he could not resist. He'd been tormented by thoughts of having this ample bum all to himself and now there was time to finally enjoy it.

Steed lunged in, with slick ease, healthy weight plunging into its treasure as it struck that fine, slim and effeminate frame, causing the squirrel to buck forward and cry out. Each slam of hips to haunches caused echoes of fat, full ass to jiggle appropriately, whilst a stern palm held down Roxxan's wrists. Smooth winding motions of loins began, jabbing and hammering that delicious boyrose, whilst the young squirrel was hapless to whine and moan in ecstasy with the punishing flesh administering all sorts of pleasures.

Roxxan was wired to it. His own slim squirrelhood grew erect, prodding outward as his youthful coinpurse shook about with each slam of equine cock, girlish bare peach bum and loud yells only encouraging the aroused steed. Imagination spun out decadent, sinful tales. He wanted others to see, to be in some crowd or public place, senselessly screwed in slutty fashion. He wanted all those jealous, shy onlookers to watch him be pleased and moan to the sounds of another male giving him such intense, blissful sensations. A showoff, a possessive display of psuedo-adultery.

Perhaps he wanted to break their hearts. Perhaps he was tired of their quiet, lustful admiration.

Those thoughts would have to wait as Vordic grunted louder. His inner primordial drive was taking over, and he mercilessly hammered that inviting hole he so deliciously blackmailed himself into. Sticky pre was dripping from the pink pucker, trailing down thick thighs as he made that whole slender squirrel body shake, owning it, devastating it. He made sure to overwhelm and work out that prostate, barraging the little student til he was crazy.

Fingers rummaged under the squirrel's tight, uniform top, digits navigating to that slender chest till he squeezed nips, tugging and pulling with a hand, chuckling gruffly.

"Nipple piercings too. . ." commented Vordic, "You just want so much attention, don't you?"

The boy winced, youthful form squirming, overwhelmed in this haze of bliss, the piston slamming into his tight tunnel recommencing, the tip of his young shaft leaking pre as well.

"Nuuhhfffkk!"

Heavy body leaned over his back, til long equine nose was heaving hot breaths in long squirrel ear, tongue licking his cheek, neck, biting there, possessively. Satin testes boiled with another brew of hot seed, and it was here that the steed could hold back no more. Taking his dominance to the utmost level, he'd grab the boy's little wrists in his large hands and hold them flush to the desk, pinning him beneath as Vordic had his way. Jabbing, thrusting, striking inside Roxy's little body, his cock could no longer sustain itself without release. In one final, straining lunge into that tight ass, he let loose the silent crescendo of his peak, as the squirrel felt his silky tunnel flooded with marble issue, sticky ropes bathing the pink walls.

The sensitive prostate and touches consumed Roxxy, as, in unison with his instructor, felt his own boyshaft ignite with a shot of white, streaming out to messily river over the circular desk, wincing and panting girlishly as his plump rump was full, accepting that battering ram of a shaft.

The process went on for a few moments, Vordic shaking himself clean, slowly, tediously pulling his sloppy, dripping malehood from squirrely hole, the excess flooding out and leaking from pink tunnel.

For a while the squirrel lay there, shivering, body semi-limp on the table, whilst Vordic took a few moments to compose himself, finding a cloth to wipe himself up.

"I'll probably get fired for this one, sweetheart," he announced, chuckling to himself. He nonchalantly went to his chair, still nude from the waist down, taking Roxxan's print set aside on his desk.

"But not to worry," he continued in comforting tones, "This" He raised up the prints, "Will make it to Ledver Appel's desk. With high recommendations, I might add."

Young Rockets blinked. He weakly raised himself up, shakily standing as he felt his innards warmed by seed, lovely body dripping with sweat, pre, and seed.

"What?"

Ledver Appel, you see, was the leader in intuitive engineering. Getting his attention was akin to having life handed to you on a golden platter.

"You deserve it hon," Vordic said with a wink. "I have a couple favors I can ask. He'll see it. With top marks, too."

Strong arm reached over and started to wipe up Roxxan's messy face.

"You did this old tired horse a good deed. I doubt you take kindly to be coerced like this but, once in a life time opportunity. Now. Go clean up. I'll see you in the headlines."

The squirrel was at a loss. He couldn't find the words, rubbing an arm, not sure how to feel. For a while it might've been exploited or, taken advantage of. Or aroused. Frightened maybe. He couldn't figure this man out.

Ultimately, he did as he was told. He got himself dried and cleaned, got clothes back on, and bid Vordic a farewell, if not awkwardly.

Afterward, Vordic found himself instructing again, coming in the next day as if nothing ever happened. At this point, he was sure Mr. Rockets was an angel.