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Warmth of Winter

Arnika had been waiting all season for the snow to finally fall, and after months of waiting and living out the semester, it had arrived. The moment she saw the first flake of snow meandering down to the ground, she grabbed her scarf, put on a long jacket, and dashed out with a gleeful smile on her face.

She was an arctic fox, from the northern region of Kerolioa; her home town was often blanketed with a meter or more of snow for over a third of the year, and she loved playing in it. Klyneth, on the other hand, was about as far south as anyone would get any snow, so even a few errant flakes was enough to remind her of home and excite her.

In the time it took her to get her coat on and burst through the front door of her student home, the snowfall had amplified into a miniature blizzard with enough whiteness to blot out the buildings across the road. A smile spread across her face and she raised her black snout to the sky with maw open, waiting for a snowflake to land on her tongue.

She couldn't help but think back to home, and how far her studies had taken her from her family. The cold stab of snow on her tongue was enough to wipe away the loneliness she felt in the Klyneth Academy of Ademagi, taking her heart from the capitol to her rural roots. She was a farm girl, more at home cleaning up after the horses or caring for the birds that gave them eggs; the big city was good for many things in the academic world, but not good for her heart.

This snow fall helped rejuvenate her soul.

"Finally." She whispered to herself. Unfortunately, her own voice was drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the city. Vehicles were driving past, splashing in puddles as literally hundreds of agens of all species, student and non-students alike - were milling about, socializing and living their lives. Too many people for Arnika. Too crowded to enjoy the serenity she desired.

The only thing she could do to drown them out was to put her ear buds in and turn on her digital music player as she went for a walk. Like most canines, she didn't wear anything on her foot paws, since her paw pads protected her. She turned on some of her favorite music - which was a combination of folky symphonic ambiance and metal - and disappeared into her own imagination.

She wandered the streets of Klyneth, choosing at random where she would turn and what alleys she would dive into. Left, right, straight, all at random. Somehow, after hours of wandering, she found herself on the north end of town, every step a paw-print in the few centimeters of snow that had accumulated. As she looked up, she saw that she was in he rural rim of town between the urban center and the wilds that surrounded the city. Suddenly, she felt like she didn't need the headphones to ignore the people of Klyneth, for there were no people here.

Snow still fell, but it had already blanketed the world in a thin sheet of white, strips of it coating every twig and branch, turning the roofs of buildings that same white. The pale blue bark of the trees was a beautiful contrast.

Her wandering pushed her farther north on the main trade route out of town that weaved through the hilly woods that had been stripped of the blue-green leaves after they turned color. She stepped off the path and relished the sound of frozen leaves crunching under her paws. It wasn't the same as disappearing hip-deep in snow, but it was nice. More like fall, despite it being the last month of the year.

Over the hills she explored, taking a moment to enjoy the scenery with each rest. A clear trail of her footprints weaved out behind her, the impressions darkened with the melted remnants of snow on the orange, green, and yellow leaves. When she stood atop the rim of a great valley that cut through the woodland, she quickly got out her camera and took a picture, sure to frame the image so the river at the bottom of the valley cut through the scene.

Beautiful.

After putting the camera back in her inner breast pocket, she slid down the embankment to walk along upriver. At this point she had absolutely no idea where she was other than a vague 'north of town'. All she knew is that she could go south and find someone. She wasn't worried about getting lost, and if all else failed her nose could guide her back home, even if it took her all night.

She disappeared into the thickly wooded wilderness for hours before she realized that so much time had passed. The sun was still in the sky, hidden by the thick clouds that were still sprinkling snow over the land, but she could tell it was getting late and it was time to return to the city.

On her way back south, she saw some deer, other woodland creatures, and even a wild gryphon. She was kind of afraid of the gryphon, fearing it was out for a meal (feral gryphons were rare but known to be quite aggressive when defending territory or hunting). Luckily, this black and white gryphon caught a glimpse at her but merely turned and walked away, swaying its tail at her. She caught a glimpse of the creature's tightly held balls, and she couldn't help but giggle at the thought of holding them in her hand.

As a farm girl, she had dealt with all sorts of genitals in her time. Gryphon balls were still an elusive curiosity she had, and that split second view was enough to fuel her imagination for a while. "Fine, leave!" She said, mostly to herself as she mused over what she'd do to him if she caught him...or what he would let him do to her if he attacked.

Arnika paused and leaned against a tree, tightening her upper thighs to squeeze at her sex. She was in heat - naturally - and any errant thoughts of anything even remotely naughty could trigger her. If she was home, she'd have a good self-love session and head to bed early. Maybe she'd read a chapter of her novel or do some research on ademane and its effect on the environment, but mostly she just really needed to masturbate.

Amidst her hormone fueled fantasy, she got distracted by the pale shadow of what appeared to be a building in the distance atop the other side of the valley. She hopped over the small stream, and climbed up the embankment to reach this mystery building, noting its stone walls and black windows a she got near it. There were no tracks around it, and despite her attempts to press her face to the window and shield her eyes, she couldn't see inside.

"Well, no reason I can't do a little bit of exploration. Little shack in the woods, probably-" she was cut off by her own consciousness as she stepped around the side of the shack to see that, not fifty meters away, was a well kept homestead and a red-wooded barn. She was on the corner of the city again, and the valley had taken her back far enough south that she could return home. Perfect.

Still, she wasn't ready. She wanted to enjoy more of the wilderness and the snow. The thought of being back inside, curled up next to a mug and watching videos on her computer just made her sad. Instead,s he turned back around and made her way back down the valley to rest against a tree. She bundled up some snow for resting on and made herself a little bed. She smiled and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, her vision occasionally blurred by a snowflake that landed on her eyelashes.

It wasn't home, but it was about as good as she would get in this region. All she needed now was a mug full of hot cocoa or cider and a warm body to snuggle up with and she'd be set. She could have went back to her dorm to meet up with Tris and Nat - they would likely cuddle her if she asked, but she was too shy for that. This would do. Snow, the gentle bubbling sound of the creek meandering through the valley, and her own thoughts were all she needed. At least until she was interrupted.

"Um hello?" a voice called down from atop the valley.

Arnika shook herself from the rest she was settling into and looked around the tree she had been laying against to see a figure standing and leaning against a tree. It was a massive, rust and gold colored avian of some sort with powerful legs and equine feathering on his forearms and calves. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at her. "Um, hello back?" She retorted, not exactly sure how to respond to such a greeting. Almost instantly she felt the cold chill of adrenaline flowing through her followed by the warmth of her body preparing for a flight or fight response.

"You're on my property." The figure stated. "Are you aware of that?" Before she could respond, he pushed off from the tree and started walking down the incline of the valley, massive black talons digging into the snow for grip. He was massive, almost a full meter taller than her with broad shoulders and athletic features.

"I did not. I can leave, if you'd like. I didn't even realize that I was so close to Klyneth already." She rolled to her feet and brushed the dirt and leaves off her long jacket, preparing for a tongue-lashing by this avian. As he got closer, she could see he was wearing a....skirt? Kilt? Some sort of sash that covered his torso and draped down as far as his knees. She couldn't tell.

He shrugged and smiled as he got close. "No need, my dear. As long as you're not hunting and you respect my privacy, you're welcome to stick around. Say, you didn't look in my shack there, did you?" He pointed back to the very building that she had investigated just minutes prior.

Arnika lowered her neck and rested her head in the bundle of her scarf, ears drooping and eyes averting from his. "I did, but couldn't see inside. Once I realized it was actually on a property, I left it alone; at first I just thought it was a shack in the woods, abandoned, but then I saw your barn and house and-"

"No need to explain yourself. That's what happens when I build something so close to the treeline and the forest envelops it. Just relax. Anyway, the name's Ilorek. Used to be known as Professor Rovairre at the university." He extended his hand for a shake.

She tentatively laid her palm in his and gave a gentle shake before raising her ears up. "Professor? Used to be? What do you mean by that? And why does the name Rovairre sound familiar?"

"What more is there to explain? I used to teach there, and now I don't. Was a good time in my life." He smiled and slipped his hands into pockets on either side of his sash and blew a cloud of steam as he reminisced. "Well, I'm sure there's plenty to tell if you have time. I love chatting about my years at the academy. Anyway, you know who I am, might I get your name?"

Arnika kicked at the snow as she remembered what it was that she remembered hearing about professor Rovairre. "I'm Arnika, and I dunno, but I should probably get going. It's kind of weird that I'm just chilling here on your property. I didn't know." She glanced around, hoping for a quick exit. She was trying to think up an excuse to get back to her studies, but then she realized that would just instigate further conversation. Sadly, her curiosity was piqued and her mouth spoke before her mind could tell it to stop. "So what did you teach? My major is magic and its impact on the world. And now that I think about it, what do you mean 'used to teach'? You're no older than I am, and I'm a freshman!"

"Well now! That's interesting. The class I most famously taught was the Chemistry of Ademane 101 and 102. Had some fun in those classes. I'm sure you have heard of me, since I only stopped teaching a few years back." He slumped down onto his rump as he leaned against a tree, one knee up for him to lean on. "You're curious to hear more, aren't you? I saw your ears perk up when you clued in."

She rolled her eyes a bit as she sat back down. "Actually, I'm not sure I want to say. I know what you supposedly did, but I thought it was a silly campus urban legend! You didn't really brew that potion did you?"

He nodded and half-grinned as he leaned over his knee and winked. "Yeah, I did. Made the base concoction of my own ademane. Turns out it was a little too potent and none could resist the pheromone mist that filled the halls. They called it....shit, I don't remember. All I know is that it was easier to quietly resign from my position before they fired me. A stunt like that would have gotten anyone fired!"

Arnika found herself smiling as Ilorek told the story of the great orgy of the spring. As the tale went, a professor made a particularly potent love concoction as an experiment to show how ademane interacted with other chemicals - namely the pheromones emitted by sexually active adults - and how dangerous it could be when violently spurred. When he infused the ademane with his own personal enchantment, the beaker exploded, creating what amounted to a chemical spill that rendered anyone int he building or within a 50 meter radius of it insatiable.

Ilorek was, as far as she knew, an ademane master, a genius in the fields of magic, chemistry, physics, and biology, but he had also apparently gone off the deep end with his experimentation. Suddenly, it dawned on Arnika just what that shack was for, and she had to interrupt him halfway through him telling of the stallion he met trying to mount a bunny girl.

"Hold up, so that shack of yours, is that where you do your experimentation? Are you, uh, experimenting on anyone right now?" She blushed a little, the thought of a potent love potion tickling her snout to accent her powerful estrus a fantasy she knew she shouldn't indulge but couldn't help but imagine.

"You could say that. I have a lot of my brewing ingredients in there, and I occasionally invite friends over to have some fun, but I'm not sure if that's an appropriate conversation to get into the details of." He made a beak-zipping motion to accent his decision to not speak of it.

"Oh, so you're not just chatting me up to get me in your torture chamber and do all manner of kinky things to me?" She laughed, a hint of nervousness eking out. She was joking, but part of her actually worried that was his intention.

"Of course not. Don't forget, you came here, I didn't invite you. I just wanted to make sure you felt comfortable and not like I was some crazy homeless burd. Besides, the wife is out of town on business, so she won't be back for a few months still. I will, however, invite you in for a coffee. Maybe we can discuss this a bit more over a hot beverage rather than stay out here in the cold." He got to his feet and extended his large hand, inviting her up.

She shifted her body a bit and pressed herself down into her scarf. "I don't know, I like it out here. Reminds me of home. I love the snow and you don't get much here in Klyneth. I'd kind of rather stay out here, at least for a while."

"That's perfectly fine. Honestly, I'm a little cold. But tell you what, you like snow? I'll see what I can do." Ilorek took in a deep breath and raised his hands up to his chest, palms nearly touching each other as a deep teal mist started emanating from his fingers and forming a cloud around them. More and more of the mist started forming around his forearms and chest before extending outward in little wispy tendrils towards the creek that they were next to.

Curious, Arnika got to her feet and leaned in close to watch. What she was seeing was actual, physical ademane being conjured for magic. She could only imagine what he had planned. She extended her fingers into the ball of mist that was forming between his hands, only to have a thin layer of frost form on her digits.

Ilorek extended one of his hands over to the creek, extending the magic into the water. A moment later, a hiss was heard and a thick cloud of teal-tinted moisture formed in the air above them at around treetop height. Almost instantly, the air around them cooled and the mini-cloud started belching out thick, light snowflakes to have them fall in a heap around them.

Arnika was in awe. She'd never seen magic so powerful before. She'd heard of those who could conjure weather from nothing, but had never actually met anyone who could do that. Her jaw was left slack, gaping open as she remained awed by the show of magic before her. All she could respond was a hushed, but drawn out, "Woooowww!"

"I can teach you." Ilorek offered as he shook his hands free of the layers of frost that had formed around them. The cloud above remained there, spitting out the equivalent to a storm's worth of snow all at once. Literally a centralized blizzard focused only around and between them.

"Teach me? There's no way! I could never do something like this!" She extended both hands out to her sides palms up to catch as much of the snow as she could.

"Why not? I can sense a high level of ademane in you. You have great potential, but I guess you likely have lived much of your life too scared or insecure to grasp it?" Ilorek leaned in and took both of her arms, thumb on her wrists as he laid her hands in his palms. "Right there, you feel it? That's an ademane gland. Huge pair of them right there. With the right mentor, you could become a great mage. I know it."

She pulled her hands from his and laid them on her chest, cradling one wrist in the other palm. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. I mean, ever since I was little, I found I could influence people and the world around me, but I never had control. It never ended well."

"Exactly. You never had control! Once you can seize that control, imagine the power you could have!" He stepped in closer so that he had to look down over his beak at her. "And let me guess, you went to this school, so far from home, because you wanted to learn more. The hope of power over your natural abilities was too good to pass up? I can teach you. I'd love to take you on as an apprentice on the side. I can't - nay, won't - teach at the academy anymore, but I'd love to show you a thing or two that no professor can show you."

Despite the invasion of her personal bubble, she found herself too hyped up and excited at the prospect of one-on-one tutoring to pull away or deny him. "I'd l-love that, just....this doesn't require disappearing into that shack, does it?" She wanted to deflect any suspicions, but her heat was messing with her mind and deep down inside she was curious about just what was in that shack. The fantasy bubbled up in the back of her mind for a brief moment before Ilorek assuaged her anxiety.

"Not unless you want it to. Come, I have some books to share. Follow me!" He extended a hand to her and guided her up the hill with the personal blizzard cloud following them up to the top and right to Ilorek's front door. Before they went in, he stopped in his tracks as though he forgot something. "But, I do request you be as neat and tidy as you can. I know it's a little neurotic, but I just have a thing about tidiness and order."

She nodded excitedly. "Sounds fair. I will do my best! Do you have any book related rules?"

"Like what? What's a book rule?"

"Any particular way you prefer people to hold the hardcovers? Are you picky about placement and....you know, book rules!" She tried to poke her head into the cracked open door, but he got in her way.

"Not that I can think of. If I see you treating my books poorly, I'll let you know. Anyway, come on in." Ilorek swung the door open and invited her in first, letting her get a look at the interior of the ranch home.

She kicked her feet free of the snow that had gathered on her paw pads and fur before stepping inside. It wasn't actually that large or complicated of a house, but it had a few features unlike anything she'd seen before. To the right, a kitchen and dining room combo with cupboards, shelves, and counters on three walls with an island in the middle for people to sit at. In front of her, an open mudroom and a door to the back yard with what she presumed was a bathroom. To the left, the living room and bar and stable and bedroom and library and....everything else. One big room seemed to have everything for normal living.

"Love your house." She said as she stepped inside.

Ilorek closed the door behind them and quickly darted off to the kitchen to warm up a pot for tea. "Thank you. I quite like the simple design. It's nice and perfect for just the two of us. Perfect for my writing, and also allows me a direct link to my pets. Intimate." He cupped his hand around the side of the pot and almost instantly made it boil. "You want a tea?"

Arnika's ears perked up instantly. "Yes please! Got Honey?"

"Indeed I do. I'll be just a minute. In the mean time, make yourself comfortable, sit. Or stand and stare at the book shelves, that's fine too."

The entire living room was on a lower level, but the ceiling was the same height. It was, effectively, a story and a half in one room. The far wall had three stables with straw and water buckets in them, as though they were in a barn; each one had a thick door that had a couple thick plastic sheets over them for insulation from the cold. On the front wall, two massive book cases to the roof built right into the wall with a third one above the massive television set. Hundreds - maybe thousands - of books on the same wall as the TV. Interesting.

The back wall opposite the 'library' had a mini bar with a serving table, as though they were in a pub or tavern with dozens of bottles of spirits on the shelves behind. Above it, hoisted up by pillars, what appeared to be a bedroom with a wide window to overlook the living room. It was clear that room was extending out into the back yard, because there was only a couple of meters between the back wall and the front facing window. Very compact, with everything they needed all in one place. There were two doors leading out from the bedroom - one with a tiny pathway leading to the kitchen, the other to a stair case that came down to the living room.

"I love this." She cooed at him, ears perked high as she walked down the stairs to the living room. There was one large coffee table and a half dozen reclining leather chairs around it. On the wall nearest the stable, two love seats. She went to sit on one of the chairs but couldn't help herself from getting closer to the books. So many things to read.

"I'm glad you do. Like I said, I'd love to help you learn more about the ademane in you, and if that's the case, I imagine you'll be here pretty often." He grabbed the two steaming mugs and came down the stairs, offering the smaller one to her. "Peppermint with a dash of honey. Try it. I think you'll like."

Arnika's ears perked up again before lowering in distrust. "Wait, I never told you I liked peppermint."

"You said herbal. Peppermint is a herb and it's what I had. Why, is it your favorite or something?" Ilorek rolled his eyes and he extended his hand with the steamy mug in it to her, waiting for her to take it.

"I suppose. Sure." She grasped at the cup and wrapped both hands around it to absorb the warmth. Now that she had a hot beverage, she realized how cool it actually was in the house. "Wow, it's kind of cold in here. I don't suppose I could get you to turn up the heat, could I?"

"Sure; it's mostly just cold because of the stables there. If it wasn't for them, the place would be eternally warm. It makes insulation somewhat challenging unless I lock the gryphon and horses indoors for the night. Here, how about this." He extended a hand out to the closest of the two fireplaces on either side of the stairs that bridged between the living room level and the kitchen level. A burst of teal mist billowed out from his hand before igniting and launching a single ball of fire to the wood and embers, lighting the fire. "There, that oughtta warm you up a bit. Sit over on that chair."

She blinked and watched as the fire crackled and turned teal for a moment before returning to the orange and red colors of a natural fire. She had never seen a fireball tossed with such ease; they usually require a bit more prep and take a lot more energy out of the caster. "Wow! Do another one!" Her giddiness nearly made her clap like a child in anticipation of another fireball.

He shrugged again and pointed his hand at the other fireplace at the other side of the stairwell, igniting it with a fireball. He didn't even seem the slightest bit fatigued. The only reaction he gave was to shake his hand of the embers that had crisped up some of the feathering near his wrist. "Piece of cake. You think you can do that?"

"N-no! I can barely ignite my own fur, let alone toss such a powerful fireball! I didn't even know you could projectile cast!" She sat down on the edge of the leather seat, tail out behind her as she sipped at her tea. She quickly found the coat she was wearing to be a little too restricting, so she licked her lips of the tea and placed the mug on the table so she could drape the jacket over the back of the chair. Her tail was wagging the entire time and she barely took her eyes off the gently glowing embers of the first fire. Like most of her kind, she wasn't wearing anything underneath the jacket, so her breasts were showing - albeit under a thick layer of fur that obstructed view to any flesh.

"Well, from what I can tell, you have more than enough in you to cast a spell like that. No idea how skilled you are, but you have it." Ilorek sat next to her on another chair, sipping at his tea as he leaned back, flipping a switch so that he could recline. "You should probably start with the basics. How about Ademane: The Basics. It's a text book from about a decade ago. I wrote it myself and to this day I think it's the most complete of the starter guides to understanding what we know about ademane. Its chemical composition, uses, and many of its properties are described in great detail as well as a dissertation on the different glands in the different races. You should borrow it. Not exactly enthralling reading, but it is informative."

"Oh, right!" She got up and accidentally stubbed her shin on the side of the table, spilling some of her tea. She grimaced a bit in pain and embarrassment before shaking her leg off and stepping up to the library wall. After only a brief moment of observation, she noted, "Oh, alphabetized! Very nice!" She reached up as high as she could to to grab Ademane: the Basics from the top shelf. It was only the third or fourth book in. "So you're saying I can borrow this?"

"I don't see why not. I mean, you will bring it back, right? Take a look, see if there's anything else you'd like." He leaned back, crossing his legs on the foot rest of the chair as he took another sip, one arm up under his head for leverage, watching Arnika struggle to reach the top shelf.

"Of course! Got any other recommendations?" She was scanning the shelves to see if anything else caught her eye. There were a few, like Fire and Ice; Thermal Energies, and Blood and Thunder: A Shocking Tale of Two Charges. That last one was almost certainly fiction, not a text book. But the front cover looked cool! To get to the highest shelves, she was on her tip toes on one foot, other paw up on the bottom shelf, the angle just barely showing off the darkness of her vulva.

Ilorek paused as he saw her under-carriage, but flicked an ear and laid his head back. "I have lots of ideas, but I always took a more hands-off stance with teaching. I guided my students, I tried to ease them in the right direction, but I let them learn at their pace. You find out who the truly exceptional ones are when you give them that freedom. I can tell already that you've got the heart and spirit in you to make something of yourself, so go wild. Take anything you need." He swirled the tea in the mug and took another sip.

Arnika looked back over her shoulder and lowered one ear. She saw him kind of glancing over - probably at her butt - so she lowered her tail a bit to maintain some modesty, but the joy she felt from free access to these texts kept it wagging idly against her will. She wasn't bashful about her body and certainly wasn't prudish, but she wasn't planning on giving him too much of a show and her heat had a hold on her thoughts so it took all her self control to not instinctively lift her tail and show him her lady bits. Still, a wave of appreciation washed over her and she had to properly thank him for his generosity. She took the few books she had and set them on the table, reaching over to give Ilorek a big hug; a bit of an awkward task thanks to him laying down on the reclining chair.

He stopped, body freezing in place. "What are you doing?" He asked, taken aback by her hug.

"I'm saying thanks! You have been so kind to offer your texts, and I just feel so happy right now!" She squeezed tighter until he gave in and gave her an idle pat on the back. She was about to let go when she realized his body was so much warmer than hers - no wonder he didn't mind his home cooler. "Oh, you're so warm! Do you mind if I stay here for a bit?"

"You mean like, spend the night? I'm not against it, but I'm not sure if it's app-"

"No, silly. I mean right here. Your body is just so hot compared to mine; in temperature, I mean. Like a big feathery blanket!" She swayed her hips and nuzzled into his chest, smile on her lips. Before Ilorek could respond, she brought both legs up and curled up around him, one leg wrapped around his and her body nestled nicely in between his and the arm of the chair. The recliner was made for Ilorek's size, so a tiny girl like Arnika fit in next to him with ease; she would be dwarfed by the seat if she was alone in it, but she wasn't alone.

Ilorek had to pause a moment, not entirely sure of what to say or do in this position. His tea was in the hand attached to the arm she'd nuzzled up into, so he had to daintily transfer it to the other hand before laying it on and end table. "I'm not so sure what is going on right now; I'm just offering you books, this is a scholastic endeavour, isn't it? Purely academic!"

"What? You don't like a bit of cuddling? Don't make it weird and cuddle me. You're too warm! I don't wanna give that up." She squeezed in closer, grabbing at his chest feathers and resting her cheek on his breast. A moment later, she felt his arm slowly press down on her, cradling her and holding her close. "There you go. No need to be affectionate. Not everything has to lead to mating. Up north, where the winter lasts half the year, it's not uncommon for dozens of family members to sleep together for warmth and comfort. The culture is different up there. It's cold in here and I'm cold and you're not cold and...and..." She slowly let out a long, drawn out yawn. "...And I need someone to cuddle. I chose you, if you'll have me." She licked the roof of her mouth and squeezed tighter.

"Oh don't you fall asleep on me." Ilorek warned, only to realize too late that she had closed her eyes and was still idly nuzzling into him. At that point, there wasn't really a whole lot he could do. "Well, I guess if you must fall asleep, sweet dreams I guess." He rested his hand on her hip, the gentle motions of her wagging tail slowly weakening until she had drifted into partial lucidity.

Arnika nodded and squeezed his much larger torso close, her mind slowly drifting off into a semi-conscious dream state where everything around her that she thought about had a bit of a psychedelic flair; a wispy cloud of an image that smeared every few seconds to shift into another.

In spite of her insistence that her affections were entirely platonic, her semi-conscious mind drifted to fantasies of mating. Not with Ilorek in particular, but a more general desire and will to make it happen. The nondescript and vague images kept shifting and drifting in patches until she saw the rump of an equine with her tail raised. She ran towards it, lips smacking and tongue lolling out, only to slip on the wet grass and fall, watching helplessly as the mare was taken by a stallion.

She cried out, reaching forth to protest the horses, only to see their forms merge a little more with each powerful thrust of his hips. No sound was made, yet she could 'hear' her grunts and whinnies as their torsos melded into one, leaving only the stallion in the mare's place, genitals so over sized and long that it was literally snaking across the ground towards her.

Like a serpent, the equine's thick, bulbous cock tip raised off the ground to stare at her, drooling from an opening in the middle. The smell was intense, but as she looked closer it seemed the urethra had teeth in it, surrounded by lips that puckered up. She had to kiss it, so she wrapped her hand around its head, pulling it in close so she could bury her muzzle in the soft flesh. The moment she made contact, the entire cock retracted back up into the sheath, tugging her along with it until her fist disappeared into the wrinkled mass of equine holster.

A moan escaped her lips as she wailed in despair. She wanted to give it a kiss! She prodded and rubbed at the sheathe, digging through the folds of flesh like it was laundry and she wanted the pearl in the middle. As she rubbed and prodded with both hands, a voice called out to her.

"Getting a little frisky there, are we?"

Confused, she paused her kneading for a moment. When no repeat came, she continued pawing at the moist folds until another voice called out to her.

"Okay, I think that's enough."

It didn't click in what was happening until she woke from her slumber thanks to a sharp poking on her shoulder. She jerked awake to see that Ilorek had been preening at her, his deep voice whispering in her ear to wake up. Her one hand was very warm, so she prodded with her fingers to realize that her paw was down his kilt, rubbing him.

Her eyes went wide as she quickly yanked her paw from his undergarments. She quickly bolted upright and nearly stumbled backwards over the table as she whimpered a muddled apology, hands up over her chest in a sign of submission and shame. "I am so, so, SO sorry! I didn't mean to! I was-"

Ilorek cut her off as he got up, one hand extended but not near enough to her to show any sort of aggression. "Whoa, why are you apologizing?"

Arnika's mind was racing, final wispy images of her dream with the horses still lingering in her mind, crossing her mind the same time she doubled down on her realization that she was literally rubbing his cock. It didn't take much for her to remember that, just prior to them cuddling up and her sleeping, she was assuring him she wasn't trying to be flirty. "I just, you just, we...I didn't mean to...you know that, right? I mean, I was just...Oh skies above, I am such a fool!" Instantly, she shook her head and was about to dash to her long jacket when she caught a powerful scent of equine musk on her finger tips that made her whimper and her ears go limp.

"It's fine. It happens. Heat. We all get in a rut, some times. I don't hold it against you." His voice was slow, deep, and calm. Soothing. "Just, sit down, relax. I'm not angry, and like you said, nothing wrong with a little affection." He could have winked, or made some sort of sly comment or in some way instigated her to continue, but he didn't do that. Instead, he was trying to be as casual and forthright as he could.

She knew that, with the scent of musk emanating from the moisture on her finger tips, all it would take is a slight provocation and she'd raise her tail. She was still young, and having a hard time keeping her heat in check. An adult, but still a slave to her instincts and desires; it was taking every ounce of self control to not lick her fingers and pounce him. Stupid sexy hippogryph.

"See? You're fine. Sit down, there's no reason for you to flip out." Ilorek could see the hesitation and internal struggle she was going through. His eyes were quite perceptive. "We can talk, and...you know what? I really don't know why you're being like this. Just sit." He rolled his eyes and slumped back down on his chair, crossing his legs and looking up at her. There was a clearly distinct bulge in the front of his sash, but he was doing his best to not sit at an angle that would accentuate it.

Dozens of retorts clamored in her mind for the right thing to say, but all that came out was low-key muttering and a whimper. Eventually, she managed to get out the simplest of thoughts. "So you're not mad at me?"

Ilorek chuckled a bit and leaned forward. Resting his elbows on his knees as he retracted the leg rest of his chair. "Of course not. Like you said, who doesn't love a little affection?"

"H-how long was I...to your....you know." She tried to get another direct sniff of the musk, but didn't want tot draw attention, so she made it look like a sniffle on the verge of tears.

"I actually don't know. I woke up, and you were mumbling silliness about mares and studs...your hand was already fondling me. I'd say you were rubbing for a few minutes before I decided to wake you. Like I said, though, I wouldn't worry too much about it. Estrus in bitches is heavily tied to the ademane system; makes for some interesting dreams and some very peculiar night-time behaviour."

She blinked and raised one ear in curiosity. "Ademane? Really? I just molested you and you're finding a way to turn it into a lesson about magic?" A grin slowly spread across her face and she couldn't help but laugh, dissipating the tension. "You really are an interesting, 'hands-off' professor, aren't you?"

He mocked a shrug and showed his palms to her, a tiny cloud of ademane mist forming in each hand. "You could say that. But yeah, Ademane! IT's as responsible for the changes in your body and the hormones that flow through your body as your ovaries or my testicles. The more magically inclined one is - the better developed their ademane system is - the more easily influenced they are by estrus or rut. Tell me, what's the craziest thing you've ever done when under the influence of your own body's desires?"

Despite his question being shockingly forthright, his casual and laid back attitude easily coaxed an answer from her. "Well, I used to live on a farm. With horses. You do the chemical math-" She stopped and gulped, immediately regretting her confession.

"Oh? Do you want to tell me more about this? Maybe I can play psychiatrist. Might help me understand the influence of your magic on your body." He offered a sly grin and a throaty chuckle, still trying to maintain a casual tone.

Though embarrassed, she had already dug herself a bit of a pit, so at this point there was really no reason not to fess up. She wasn't entirely comfortable sharing her early-life adventures, but Ilorek seemed immensely easy to get along with, and even against her better judgment she felt compelled to share. "How much do you want to know?"

"Only what you're willing to share. Tell you what, you tell me a story, and I'll tell you one. Maybe I'll tell you what I did with that pheromone mist that exploded at the academy. I'll give you a bit of a teaser - it didn't go to waste." He smiled and sat back, the bulge in his pants growing a little more distinct.

By this point, Arnika felt like she was being dared to share, like he was just going to tell him something even more outlandish no matter what she told him. For a brief moment, she considered embellishing some of the facts and exaggerating her claims to one-up him, but right before she spat out her story, she decided to tell it straight.

"One of my first heats, I found myself needing something, and my fingers didn't quite do it. I slipped out of my bedroom in the middle of the night and went to the stables. My family had quite a large farm, with horses and cows and pigs and ulokar. No gryphons, though. First, I went to our breeding mare. She was just coming into season, so I fed her some carrots, and while she was distracted, I slipped my hand under her tail, rubbing her until she pushed back and made a mess all down my arm." She paused to see how Ilorek was reacting.

He was gently nodding, the bulge in his pants actually shrinking a bit. Maybe it was self control, maybe it was a lack of interest, but she had to continue her tale.

"Her scent was all over me, soaking into my fur, so I went to the other barn and teased the stallion until he did that stupid thing horses do with their upper lip. I practically rubbed her fluids all over his snout before sidling up next to him. I cupped his sheathe and rubbed until he was fully erect, the tip of it near the ground. I have to tell you, I was literally dripping in excitement and my lips were....well, you've seen bitches in heat. You know what it's like. I got on all fours underneath him and rubbed until I felt his muscles tense up, his hips bucking. He stabbed my my rump and the underside of my tail, nearly knocking me over. I had to use one paw to guide him."

Ilorek was still nodding, only now the bulge in his crotch was growing, forming a clearly defined half-circle of semi-erect equine.

She smiled and continued her tale. At this point, she was starting to get excited at the memory and Ilorek's interest mixed with his apparent acceptance urged her to carry on. It must have been late, because the sun was down and her inhibitions were put to rest. "He kept going, thrusting and bucking and squirting his fluids up my back. It took my paw holding him in place and my muscles tensing up to angle my pussy up at him to let him force his way into me. All at once, I had half a horse cock in me. That stallion tore me open, putting me in more pain than I'd ever been in. I wasn't actually torn, but it felt like it!

"I immediately fell to my belly and rolled on my side, curled up as he kept thrusting, cock hovering above me and spurting fluids. I was in pain, but I couldn't leave him, so I got up and suckled at his tip, squeezing the shaft until his flare exploded and he covered me in cum. I licked up every drop of it and used what I didn't swallow as lubrication to masturbate later that night. I smelled like stallion for a week, but I never did it again. Too much pain, and...people wouldn't approve if they knew." As she told her story, her breaths grew shorted and her chest began to heave. She could feel the blood pooling between her thighs and her nipples growing sensitive. The more she said, the more descriptive she became to the point she was describing it more like a porn than a memory.

When she finally finished, her breaths were ragged. "So, uh, what do you think?"

"I have a gryphon if you need him."

Arnika's face contorted as she feigned disgust. "I told you, I was young, it was a one time thing."

"I highly doubt that. Let me tell you something about extensive knowledge of ademane. When you're as in tune with it as I am, you can read a person's intentions, emotions, and even in some cases, their minds. You're not disgusted by the thought of fucking a gryphon. On the contrary, you're incredibly turned on. Also, I can tell when you lie. The only lie you've told me since you met me was when you said it was a one time thing. How many times did you really fuck that stallion?"

Arnika shrunk immediately, her snout practically disappearing between her breasts as her ears flopped and her cheeks grew rosy red. He was perfectly on spot, but she still didn't want to respond. Any response would either be a lie or would expose her.

"That often, eh? Well, no worries. I'm not gonna rat you out. I told you, I understand the biology at work here. Sometimes people have needs and those needs are not always what one might be comfortable with. Tell you what, I'm gonna go get Ceylon to come in for the night. If you feel the need to explore his biology, I'd be more than happy to allow you your indulgences." Before she could respond, he offered her a casual salute and walked to the stable wall that was next to their seats. He leaned over and offered a chirping call.

A brief moment later there was a scratching at the outer wall, followed by a gentle creak and the sounds of talons scraping at the floor.

"Good boy." Ilorek cooed.

Still embarrassed beyond belief that Ilorek had seen through her, Arnika looked up to see a massive black and white gryphon head leaning over the stall door, extended and sniffing at her. He was churring a gentle affection, trying to rub his beak against her shoulder as her host rubbed and scratched under his ear. No matter how much her instincts told her to just pick up and run, her hormones were getting the best of her and Ilorek seemed far too casual about the whole situation to protest.

She was still sitting down on the chair, legs closed together as she hunched over herself. She had shared some secrets with close friends before, but she felt violated knowing that Ilorek had pried open her mind and plucked her secrets from her. She felt exposed, but also liberated. He knew, yet didn't seem to care. He wasn't judging her, but in fact seemed to be urging her forward. Against her better judgment, she turned and leaned into the gryphon, allowing him to nuzzle and preen at her neck.

"See? No harm in self indulgence. You are in a very open and welcoming environment here. So you go ahead and take care of yourself. I'm going to go make some tea and give you some privacy." He reached over to un-latch a lock before offering her a salute and walking away, door gently creaking open behind him.

Ceylon cocked his head to the side and focused on the slightly opened door. He saw his chance for freedom, so he pulled from Arnika's embrace and stepped towards the door.

Arnika immediately bolted towards the gate and slammed it shut, only to see that the lock was inside. She'd have to go inside to lock it, then climb back out. Quickly, she slipped into the stable and closed the door behind her, struggling to lock it shut with her trembling fingers. Her heart was racing and adrenaline was flowing through her as her mind drifted to fantasies of the large gyphon that she shared the stall with.

Her pulse increased when she felt his beak slipping up under her tail to nuzzle between her legs. She had to squeeze her thighs together to keep him from gaining access to her nethers, but couldn't help it when her tail lifted up and her back arched a bit. She let out a gentle, long-winded whimper as she looked back over her shoulder to see the gryphon's deep blue eyes staring at her.

"No," She whispered to herself. "I c-cant." As she leaned into the gate, she felt her fingernails clawing at the soft wood like she was ready to climb out.

No matter how much her mind told her to hop over the stable walls, her body was begging for that gryphon. As the beast's breath tickled the fur of her rump, she found her thought processes surrendering to her needs. Once her instincts took hold, she pushed back into him and swayed her hips, rubbing her rump against Ceylon's beak. Her tail was high in the air and arched over her back as she shifted positions, legs spreading and meaty lips pushing back with each idle contraction of her muscles. She was ready to be bred, and she didn't care who watched.

In fact, she kind of hoped Ilorek would see. Such is the power of lust when in estrus.

The gryphon laid his front talon on her rump, powerful claws digging into her through fur as he laid some of his weight on her. To her surprise, he wasn't nearly as bulky as his size would have suggested; in fact he was quite light.

As she looked back, she saw the underside of his belly accented by a glistening black dot at the end of his sheath. His cock, poking out from between his hind legs and drooling fluids in thick gooey strands. She could see the sheer size and girth of it pressing out against the sides of his sheath, the ridged length of it throbbing and growing with each passing moment.

The knot was as big as both of her fists pressed wrist-to-wrist, the shaft the size of her forearm. There was absolutely no chance that was going to fit in her, yet she'd been fed to the bird, a sacrificial cunt.

Her senses returned for a moment as she realized there was no chance this was going to end well for her. She didn't know this gryphon, she had no idea how rough or gentle he was, or if he'd force it in even if it didn't rightly fit. She couldn't be sure she was safe or if she had enough time to really get to know his behaviour.

Arnika rotated her hips to let his talon slide off her rump as she jumped up onto one of the cross beams, grabbing onto the top shelf and vaulting over with ease, leaving the gryphon whimpering in the stall, head dangling over the wall as she landed. Her heart was pounding, but she had escaped. It wasn't until she tried to stand up straight that she realized that not only were her legs weak, but her lips and inner thighs were soaking wet. The danger and the musk had triggered something in her.

"No? Too much too fast?" Ilorek asked, calling from the kitchen. He was still making his tea.

"Not yet. No. I'm sorry to disappoint, professor." She choked out as she stumbled and fell backwards onto the wall. Instantly, Ceylon pressed his beak up against her neck, using the sharp curve of the tip to slide through her neck fur. She immediately pushed him away and hobbled over to one of the chairs - the same one she'd been sitting on before getting up to close the gate.

Ilorek finished stirring the tea and came over to the living room, sipping as he walked into the living room. "No reason to be sorry. If you're not into it, you're not into it. All I can do is provide the opportunity, you have to seize it yourself or this whole situation would just be weird."

Her tongue lolled out and she panted, glancing up at him with lusty eyes. "No, it's not that. I'm definitely into it, I just....I'm not sure I'm ready for such a beast. Not yet, anyway. But you...you are more my speed." She smiled and smirked, a devious grin spreading across her lips.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." She got to her feet and stepped up to him, hips swaying and tail gently wagging as she pressed her chest against his belly - the size difference quite apparent when they were up against one another like that.

Ilorek sipped at his tea again and looked down his beak at her. "I see your mood and tone have shifted. What happened to 'platonic cuddles' that you were so adamant about this evening?"

She pushed up into him, slipping one hand up his inner thigh to fondle at him under the kilt. She cupped one of his balls and gave a gentle tug, biting her lip and nuzzling against the fur of his belly. "Well, I am in heat, after all. And you said so yourself, what's the harm in a little indulgence? Besides, you're not my species, so it's not like you can knock me up."

"Hmph, you're not wrong, and I get the impression that insistence of indulgence will not leave my at the wayside, will it?" He chattered his beak a bit and took another sip. It was clear he was a little uncomfortable with her advances, but he was as much a slave to his base urges as she was, and he was clearly as relaxed about his sexuality as she.

"I have a confession to make, prof." Arnika whispered at him as she continued to fondle at him with one palm, cupping his scrotum and tickling at his length. "I'm a bit of a slut when in season."

"I can see that, but I hate the connotations of the word slut. Very derogatory, dear."

"Oh just shut up and mate with me!" She grabbed at his belt and unhooked it, letting the skirt half of the sash fall to the floor around his ankles. Met with the image of his equine cock bulging and slowly growing in front of her, she started panting before burying her snout in the soft, velvet folds. His musk was strong, so she took in a long, deep breath to sample as much as she could, finishing up with a gentle lick, tongue sliding between the wrinkles.

Ilorek jumped a bit at her touch, but mostly at the cold of her nose. "Well you're a needy one, aren't ya?" He put the tea down on the table and wrapped his hands around her side, picking her up and laying her on her back on the reclining chair. It was so much bigger than her, she could have easily curled up on it and slept if she felt the need. Instead, he got down on his knee and forcefully spread her legs, the dark ebony flesh of her vulva grabbing his attention amidst her white fur.

Arnika propped herself up on her elbows and stuck her tongue out, panting as her tail started wagging over the side of the chair. "Don't make me wait, Professor Rovairre." She whimpered at him, begging for his touch.

He was leaning down, about to nuzzling into her inner thigh when he had to pause for a moment. "Actually, how about we-"

"No, don't make me wait!" She whined as she used two fingers to part her lips, the lubrication nearly too much to keep any sort of grip. The cherry pink of her pussy glistened in the dim light of the fireplace as she slipped a single finger into herself, rubbing around to soak her digits before leaning forward and smearing it on his beak near his nostrils. "There, now use that on me!"

Ilorek shrukked and smiled, cradling her hips in his hands and shifting her closer. He nuzzled at her inner thigh, using the hook of his beak to preen at her fur and tease around her lips before bringing his hand around, pressing the tip of a single finger into her triangular folds, the length of it disappearing up to the knuckle with ease.

"Yesss!" She hissed, arching her back and pushing down on him, grinding her hips and clenching her pelvic muscles to tighten around him like a knot. His fingers were massive - as large as a typical canine shaft.

He spun his wrist, rotating it back and forth as he offered the gentlest of thrusts. His other arm wrapped around her upper leg and his forefinger and thumb parted her lips to expose more of her slick passage. "How about this?" He muttered, leaning down to slide his tongue up the side of his finger, prodding at her opening and tickling her vulva before lapping at her tiny canine clitoris.

Arnika's body made a sudden spasm as she felt his tongue-lashing at her clit, her back arching as she pushed down on him. She grabbed at his wrist and held him in place, controlling the pace of his thrusts to fuck her like she would her own toy. His finger was her dildo, but she knew that wasn't enough, not after the teasing she'd been tortured with.

Ilorek smiled and licked his beak, slowly pulling his digits from her depths, giving her clit a hearty rub before pulling away. He wrapped his arms around her thighs again and slipped his hand under her shoulder blades, cradling her as he pushed the crest of his beak into her pussy, rocking his neck from side to side as his tongue extended into her.

She let out a long, strained whimper as her muscles clenched, squeezing him inside her and the ring inside her clamped down, the natural action to complete a tie. But he wasn't a knot, he was using his tongue, and her clenching just forced it out of her, even if he kept lapping at her.

"This isn't working. Come on." Ilorek muttered as he lifted her up, angling her legs over his arms and crotch nestled against his neck. He looked up at her as she sat on his shoulders, cradling her rump in his hand as she crouched over his head, nuzzling at his big, feathered ears.

He took quick, long strides towards the stair way that led to his bedroom, daintily scaling them and slipping in. She held on tight before he slammed her down rough on the bed, leaving her splayed out and pussy drooling fluids onto the sheets.

"Now this is more like it, stud." She said, the flat top of the bed far too large for her. She shuffled backwards and kept her legs spread as she started rubbing herself, alternately using two fingers to penetrate herself and part her lips.

Ilorek watched intently as he rubbed himself, the thick equine shaft at nearly full mast. The loose-hanging skin near the base was growing tense as the girth of it expanded, firm and thick. A Thick gob of precum drooled out over the rim of his tip to splash on his wood floors.

Arnika licked her lips and sat up straight on the edge of the bed, cradling the length of Ilorek's member in both palms, holding the tip of it up to her mouth as her wide tongue lapped up his fluids, swallowing it down. She giggled and smiled, enjoying the earthy bitterness of it, relishing the hint of tangy sweetness. She tried to wrap her muzzle around it, but found that even when unflared it was too big for her. Rather than fight with it, she quickly bounced as she turned around, tail up as she presented herself on hands and knees. Her muscles were contracting to tug her vulva back towards the underside of her raised tail, one hand up between her legs to part her lips and smear her own fluid around her soft, triangular vulva. "Don't be gentle." She advised.

"Are you sure about that?" Ilorek cooed as he leaned into her, pressing the top of his shaft up between her legs to rub against her vulva tip as he grabbed a hold at the base of her tail for leverage.

She actually pushed back, trying to angle herself so that his tip would push into her, but he seemed to resist, unwilling to penetrate her so quickly. "What's holding you back? I've been with guys your size. I'm in university, I assure you I'm-"

"It's not that. Here." He slipped a hand down between them, a single finger disappearing into her as that familiar teal mist started billowing out from his palm, the wispy tendrils snaking from side to side and plunging into her flesh.

"What's tha-" She started to inquire, only to be cut off as a fluid warmth penetrated her, spreading out to fill her pussy and leave a dull tingle in her lips. She found herself writhing and grunting as she pushed back, one leg falling off the bed. She did her best to stabilize herself as he pulled his hand from under her tail, leaving her gaped open a bit before slipping his length into her.

The hippogryph let out a deep churr as he smeared her fluids and his all over his bulbous cock tip, lubricating it up and plunging it into her with the guidance of his palm and fingers. The massive glans plowed into her, puncturing her tight muscle ring and prodding at her womb in one fluid motion, so deep the ring of flesh between shaft and base popped into her, disappearing between her lips.

A wailing cry escaped her lips followed by a grunt and a whimper as she pushed back, biting her lip and shuddering in delight. She could feel the bulge of his un-flared cock tip throbbing and pulsing with each beat of his heart. More than anything else, she could feel that median ring tensing and resisting against the tight sphincter that was to keep a male knotted. She tried to grind down on him, but he moved with her, limiting the friction.

"What gives?" She panted, trying to reach back and hold him in place so she could rock back and forth.

"Take a moment, enjoy this before I get rough." He advised, clenching his palm around her rump. "But if you want me to be rough, I can be rough."

"Yes please!" She nodded, turning back around to brace herself, devious grin on her face as she bit her lip and looked back, waiting for his more aggressive side. She wanted to feel the stallion in him cum in her.

She got it. The very second Ilorek knew that she was prepared and ready, he lifted his tail and tensed his pelvic muscles, thrusting deep and hard into her pussy as his flare inflated to full girth. He paused a moment with the flat end of it pressed to her cervix to make sure she wasn't in pain before continuing. He got a look at her expression and saw only the need of lust, so he clicked his beak and chuckled to himself, violently bucking up into her, flare plunging in and out of her, resting against the inside of her muscles only to push deep, flesh smacking and fluids spitting everywhere.

"Har-harder!" She cried, rocking back and forth opposite his brisk thrusts to get the most friction out of him, her lubrication leaving her walls slick and her vulva soaking wet as she tensed her pelvic muscles, clenching down on the inside of the flare, keeping it from popping out. She could feel his girth tugging on the inside of her vulva, sucking on her womb with every pull only to have it plow through her again with enough force to knock her forward.

Ilorek did in fact get rougher, but as a stallion his stamina was not cooperating with him. He grabbed at her rump with one hand and the base of her tail with the other, leaning his head back in a few violent thrusts, the spongy mass of his flare tensing up and the length of his cock twitching as he reached his climax, the urethra pulsating and squeezing shot after shot of his seed into her.

Arnika could feel the twitching of his flesh as he spewed wad after wad of cum into her, belly filling with the equine seed she desired. Still, she wasn't satisfied. She wasn't sure what he did, but she needed more. Her nethers were tingling and she could feel a familiar warmth spreading from cunt to womb to belly, but she needed more. She wasn't disappointed, but she wasn't satisfied.

There wasn't much more to do, so she tried to pull away from him, his flare tugging on her sphincter and distending her lips, but not coming out. Her motions and the tugging made him lurch over her and use the bed for balance as he spread her cheek to the side, loosening her up a bit.

With the aid of her pushing down with a grunt, she felt his flare pop out of her with a torrent of seed, which she tried her best to capture in the palm of her hand. Her cunt twitched as another shot of pleasure surged through her, but by then she had a goal, a need. As she turned, she felt another warm sticky mass splat on her rump cheek. She harvested it with a couple fingers and licked them off, swallowing it.

"Hungry little bitch, aren't you?" Ilorek mused as another burst of pleasure shot through him, coaxing another gob of cum to splash out the tip and onto her muzzle.

She licked that off, too, gaping her maw open to wait for any and all other seed he had to offer. In between spastic eruptions of cum, she lapped at his length and cleaned him of every drop of the gooey, tangy mess. She gave one loving lick up the underside of the shaft, cradling the flare on her tongue as another pulse burst into her maw.

Before she could swallow, she heard the front door slam, followed by a vaguely familiar voice calling out.

"Came home early, hun! Brought my sisters for the holiday!"

Arnika would have went pale had she not been white furred.

"Don't worry, it's my mate." Ilorek explained as his cock retreated into its sheathe, shriveling up and disappearing before she could protest or respond.

As Ilorek slipped from his room, naked, she caught a glimpse of three canines by the front door, two of which she had never, ever expected to see. The one was a bat with red dreadlocks, the other two were her room mates Trisani and Natasha. She gulped as the blood emptied from her face.

What were they doing here?