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[b][u][center]The College Pride

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Professor Naguiba Qawwi was used to strange looks from the students at Grant State. Whether it was from her traditional method of dress or her general way of behaving around campus, she always seemed to draw stares from the student body. What was one more day where it happened, particularly when it involved a family member?

She waited at the edge of the campus, the class canceled for the day, and tapped her foot slowly. The soft click it made on the pavement ticked away the seconds like a clock’s idle ticks, and she shook her head.

“She’s late.”

One of the few ways that she preferred her other niece, Naguiba supposed. Samiya was many distasteful things – she dated an outsider, of all things – but at least she was always on time, unlike Mughriya.

The professor looked down at her watch, the specially-made thing turning two sunbeams along a background of an Eye of Ra. Yes, five minutes late, now. Much longer, and her plans for the day would have to be adjusted.

“Professor –”

“Unless you’re about to beg for an extension in the most public and humiliating way possible, I don’t want to you to say another word.”

“…”

The student backed off, leaving her alone at the parking lot entrance again. She supposed that it was a bit abrupt, but she had no patience for people that tried to get something out of her outside of class and her office. If he needed help, that student could ask then. Otherwise, he might as well get out of her way if he wouldn’t provide her with amusement.

Five minutes later – only five minutes before she would have given up waiting – the taxi arrived. She shook her head in disappointment as she walked over and opened the back door, looking in at the passenger. A slight smile crossed her face despite her annoyance.

“I’m sorry, did you end up taking the scenic route?”

“Oh, come on, auntie. You know I’d get here in the end.”

“Yes, but I was starting to wonder if you’d stopped to get it in the end.”

Giving the cabby a look that silenced him before he could say anything, she held out her hand. One slightly lighter than her own got a good grip, and she helped her niece out of the cab.

As she’d half-expected, there were a number of wolf whistles from the students around, all for the newcomer. Not that it was overly surprising; when she’d first arrived, she’d gotten similar reactions, and she still did from her students.

Mughriya did look like she deserved them, however. She was dressed more…modern, she supposed, than Naguiba might have preferred, but she still had that exoticness to her skin and features that let her look different from most of the girls attending the university. The older woman chuckled, walking to the back of the cab and pulling out the suitcase.

Of course, she didn’t carry it. As her niece started sharing smiles with the different students on the lawn, Naguiba nudged her with the edge of the rolling luggage.

“Unless you want one of the boys to carry your things, maybe you can keep the smiles for later.”

“Alright, alright.”

As she waited for her niece to pay the cab driver, Naguiba turned towards the assembled students. More than a few of them were watching her niece’s ass as she bent over, and the professor chuckled to herself.

[i]Well, she’ll certainly have her pick of the boys…when she’s not busy with other things.[/i]

Still, it wasn’t what she needed right now. Shooing them off until they finally got the message to leave them alone, she took her niece’s hand and started pulling her along, taking her across the grounds towards the main dorms. Mughriya rolled her eyes.

“Why the hurry, Aunt?”

“I can already smell you; you’re a half-step from jumping half of the students right now.”

“I can control myself. I didn’t do anything on the plane, after all.”

“Mmm-hmm. That’s why I want to take you somewhere private while you are still handling it.”

Once they reached the dorm rooms, it didn’t take long for Naguiba to get her niece registered and set up with her own place. A private room, of course; nothing but the best for a family member of the faculty. Nepotism; occasionally, it was quite useful.

Pausing only to stop her niece’s flirting with the receptionist, they set off again. The walk was short, heading to the middle of the hallway. Several open doors showed some girls hard at work, while others were lazing and slacking off. Being the summer months, a good number of the rooms were empty, as well, giving the place quite a bit of ventilation with the open rooms, not to mention a great deal less noise than there usually was.

A benefit she was sure that her niece would enjoy, she imagined.

The door unlocked with a brush of the keycard, letting them inside. Mughriya immediately threw her suitcase across the room, letting it land at the foot of her bed, and flopped down onto it. Naguiba followed, taking a seat in the small chair by a desk. Rather than crossing her legs, as she would have done in front of strangers, she leaned back and let them part, spreading her skirt a little bit.

“It’s good to be off my feet for a bit…You know, Samiya –”

“Oh, don’t get started on that prude, Aunt. You know she’s an embarrassment to all of us.”

“An embarrassment that, at least, is on time, and doesn’t make any of us wait.”

“That’s because we can’t stand her.”

“True, true.”

Despite herself, Naguiba smiled.

“I hear that you’ve been applying yourself quite spectacularly to your cultural studies, back at your old school.”

“Heh, you heard about the Shrieking Sorority thing, then?”

“How could I not? It was quite a tale…a tale of tails, even.”

“Oh, like you could have held the transformation in after you’d drunk that much. Besides, nobody really remembered it, afterwards; they were too busy thinking of the sexy girl that had danced naked across the room for them.”

“Hmmm, a true follower of the Bastian arts.”

“I’m a stripper, Aunt.”

“It’s close enough for me to be proud of you.”

She smiled, reaching out and patting her niece on the head. She was, in all honesty, quite proud of Mughriya. It had been a while since she’d seen someone in the family so eagerly pursuing the more questionable parts of their species’ heritage, chasing after what they wanted while still giving the loving service of Bast to the people that needed it. And pursuing something so prestigious as a law degree, as well? It was something to be proud of.

Grabbing the chair and dragging it along the floor until she was sitting beside the bed, she reached down and stroked over Mughriya’s hair.

“You’ve certainly grown since the last time you came to visit. What have you been doing with your hair? It’s almost as flowing as a true mane.”

“Oh, it’s some product that I found back home. Maybe I’ll get some friends to send it to me. Makes my hair grow like nothing else.”

“And so smooth, as well.”

She chuckled as she ran her fingers down Mughriya’s neck, passing over her arm and feeling underneath. Her smile faltered, but only slightly.

“Oh. You shave, still?”

“It’s something that we do in the modern times, Aunt.”

“Oh, but it’s so…crass.”

“Yes, but I get much more customers that way. Hairy pits are old-school, and they don’t get people to pay much attention anymore.”

“Oh, really? Is that so? I’ll have you know that my uncles were very proud of my furry pits and my hairy body.”

Mughriya groaned, turning her head to the side.

“Oh, please, not about them again.”

“And why not? They raised me, and they taught me all that I have tried to pass on to the rest of the family.”

“Uh huh…yeah…”

“Would you have had nearly as much fun with your sisters if I hadn’t been around to keep them informed about the old ways?”

“Oh, that’s not even fair, Aunt. We –”

“Ah.”

She pressed a finger to the younger girl’s lips, stopping her in mid-sentence.

“Would you, or would you not, have gotten to sleep with every one of them if it hadn’t been for me talking about how this is how it’s always been?”

“…Probably not all of them.”

“Probably some of them, but not all. Now, don’t you think you owe me a little gratitude for helping to keep all those traditions alive, and keep ALL of your family from slipping into the modern age?”

“Maybe…”

“Heh…maybe?”

“Alright, alright, yes, I owe you a lot. You happy now?”

“I’m getting there, my dear. I’m getting there.”

Naguiba looked out the window, seeing the summer sun playing down over the grounds. It wasn’t as warm as it would have been back home, but it was the closest that this place ever got. The heat reminded her of the cooler days back in the deserts, when she had been younger and learning the old traditions. The warmth also stirred old…needs.

Mughriya groaned, waving her hand.

“And you say that I’m smelling. What about you, Aunt?”

“Oh, I’ve been in season for the last week or so; I’ve just been waiting for a good bit of fun with some of the males out there.”

“Heh, not having a lot of luck finding your own kind?”

“Unfortunately, no. There’s been a number of different cats coming through, but very few lions. It’s been such a waste for me, being out here. Ah, the sacrifices that we make.”

She feigned a sigh as she leaned back, but neither of them could hold it together for long. Soon, aunt and niece together fell into a fit of giggles, holding each other as they shook their heads at the silliness of it all.

Of course, the laughter eventually ended, and Naguiba sighed.

“In truth, most of them are getting their own mates, and as soon as they have their proper partners, they start getting…modern. They don’t like sharing anymore, so my pool of partners is starting to dry up.”

“And I’m guessing that you’ve used up all your vacation time, or you’d be heading home to start an orgy of the pride?”

“Something along those lines, though with the proper symbolism and offerings to Bast, of course.”

“Always with Bast…”

“We honor the first of us. Eventually, you’ll make your way there. You’re already doing so well with your actions, that your mind will eventually follow.”

“I doubt it, but thanks, Aunt.”

“You’re welcome.”

She stood up, starting to pace. She’d forgotten the power of being around another member of the family, particularly one that was going into season. The smell was strong enough to leave her dampening, and she had a feeling that the scent would be getting to Mughriya as well, if it hadn’t already.

Not that it would be a problem if they actually indulged. Considering that they were both women, and members of the same family, it would be nothing but following the tenets of Bast, and their own culture for that matter. To satisfy the longings of each other was only right for family to do.

Still, she had plans that she wanted to get finished, things that needed doing. Particularly warnings; not all of the weres on campus were quite so…safe…as others.

“Aunt?”

“Yes?”

“Your tail is growing.”

Naguiba looked over her shoulder, and sighed under her breath. The sight of the growing tuft of fur sprouting from the top of her skirt was not encouraging. Perhaps she didn’t have the control that she thought she did.

She sat back down, trying to will her tail to slide back into her, but the transformation was slow, and stubborn. There was little she could do without closing her eyes and forcing it, and that was making her more than a little uncomfortable. It slowly slurped back into her skin, and then back into her spine.

[i]Well, that was almost embarrassing,[/i] she thought. A were-lion her age, and she was starting to shift just from the smell of another woman. [i]Who would have thought that I’d have that strong a reaction?[/i]

Shaking her head, she looked down at Mughriya’s suitcase.

“Would you like some help unpacking?”

“Nah, it’s all fine where it is. I’ll probably live out of my suitcase for a while until I figure out where I want everything to go.”

“Still working like a nomad, hmm?”

“You [i]lived[/i] as a nomad for years, Aunt. I can work like one for a little while, I think.”

“Heh…indeed.”

Despite her niece’s insistence, she reached down and unzipped the suitcase. As soon as it opened, the tightly packed clothes almost seemed to spring out at her, pouncing like a predator on the plains. The impact shocked her enough to make her jump back, Naguiba staring at the mess, and feeling a few pairs of rather soiled panties dangling from her ears. She slowly reached up, and felt the wetness on the fabric.

But what was worse was what had been under the clothes.

A double ended dildo, perhaps a foot and a half long in total, was bent in half to fit inside the suitcase. She reached down, picking it up, and ran a finger along the length of it. The tips on both sides had imitation barbs on them, something that was so close to what a lion would have, particularly the bigger ones.

She put her hands on her hips, the double ended dildo bobbing up and down as she looked down at her niece.

“I’m guessing that this is something you were hoping to use tonight?”

“Well, earlier, if I’m being completely honest. I thought that I might find a cute girl or something.”

“Feeling a pink period, hmm?”

“Aunt, we don’t say things like that anymore. We just call it a cunt day or a dick day.”

“Hmmm…I think I like that.”

She chuckled, hefting the dildo again, tossing it from one hand to another. It was quite large, and the one thing that she would have to give it credit for was that it was thicker than most felines would be. Unfortunately, they tended to lack in that department. But with the thickness [i]and[/i] the barbs…

“What do you say that we both get a little relief?”

“Together, you mean?”

“Of course; what else would we do?”

“Well, we could find someone else…but I wouldn’t mind seeing what you can do, Aunt. It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance with you.”

“Indeed, and I wouldn’t mind seeing what you’ve picked up in your life of travels, either. Perhaps you can show me something of your Bastian arts, my dear?”

“You mean that you want me to strip for you.”

“Same thing.”

“Heh…fine. Let’s switch places.”

As her niece got off of the bed, Mughriya got on it, sitting down and getting comfortable on the center of the mattress. She let her tail slip back out, having a feeling that she’d need all of her focus and concentration to deal with her excitement as her niece stripped and transformed for her.

The young woman stood in front of her, and slowly started to sway her hips. Each slow swing from one side to the other was ended with a sudden bump, like she was locking her hips in place, before swinging it the other way. Mughriya’s hands worked upwards, gradually stroking her body, teasing herself, and Naguiba approved mightily.

She leaned back, her legs spreading a bit further as she started to reach down, rubbing over her legs before pulling her skirt down. Her fingers brushed through a thick thatch of black hair before they found her sex, and started rubbing.

[i]She needs to get over that,[/i] Naguiba thought as her niece made a face at the hair she had down there. It was only right. After all, as were-cats, they should show something of their heritage. Sure, they couldn’t walk around in the fur anymore, but they could at least show that they had something.

As she stroked herself, Mughriya continued the slow, sauntering strip tease. As her hips swayed and bumped, her hands worked up towards her chest, squeezing a large pair of breasts before reaching for the buttons. In mincing, slow steps, her niece stepped closer, and closer, each swaying step accompanied by a button coming loose, and then another, and then another.

By the time Mughriya stood in front of her, that top was off, leaving the young woman in a bra and a tight pair of pants. The blouse went over Naguiba’s shoulders, pulling her by the back of her neck into her niece’s chest. She grunted, taking a breath and smelling the slight odor of sweat on the younger woman’s skin.

“Mmmph…worked up already, are you?”

“Look who’s talking, Aunt. I’m not the one with my hand in my cunt.”

“Well, we’ll see what you can take up yours…as soon as you get the rest of that off.”

“Heh, is that a promise?”

“It’s a promise.”

The blouse fell away, and her niece danced back. A soft tawny fur began to sprout from her niece’s flesh, getting thicker and softer looking by the second. It popped out from her belly, her arms, her chest, her back. Everywhere, it seemed to grow, and by the time the pants came down, she could see bits and pieces of it pushing around the fabric of Mughriya’s thong. She smiled to herself, watching the transformation continue.

As her niece turned, pulling her thong down and swaying her ass from side to side, the tuft of a lion’s tail began to break free. It slithered out from the base of her spine, and wiggled for a few seconds before getting the natural sway of a cat’s tail. Back, and forth, back, and forth, almost hypnotically.

[i]Hmmm, that would be a thought, to get someone interested in giving up their human form,[/i] she thought, but it faded quickly, buried under her own rising lust.

Naguiba groaned as she slid a third finger into her hairy pussy, starting to ram them in and out as her own fur started spreading across her body. She had a more golden look than her niece, a blessing that she considered to have come from Bast herself. Her free hand reached up to her top, unbuttoning it as quickly – and in a way, clumsily – as she could. There was no need for a bra, for her. At least, not in her human form. Modest B cups could be held by the shirt alone…

As Mughriya turned, her hands altering and plumping along the palm, Naguiba felt the tingles of her transformation reach her chest. She groaned, arching her back as her breasts started growing, getting bigger, plumper, softer as the golden fur held them like groping hands. She moaned a little louder than she intended, but it wasn’t like anyone was around to hear it. The summer break would give them all the privacy they needed.

With her breasts ballooning, she knew that she was giving her niece as much of a show as she was getting, and she played it up, panting and moaning as she pushed her chest forward, making them bounce with every movement that she made. Up and down, up and down, her breasts making a soft ‘popf’ sound when they hit her skin again, only to bounce as she exaggerated the pleasures of her transformation.

Suddenly, Mughriya leaned in towards her, and Naguiba was pleasantly surprised by her niece’s kissing skills. The pair of them grasped for each other, holding one another as their lips and teeth, their noses and faces started to change.

Kisses turned to snarls, and they growled and panted as their muzzles started to push outwards, pressing one person further back before the growth caught up and they were pushed back in return. Back and forth, snapping and panting against tongues and teeth that were getting sharper and longer.

Naguiba felt her fur growth finish, and heard the soft cracks of her feet turning into proper paws, the tingling of her ears pushing up along the sides of her head towards the top. She opened her eyes, looking up at her niece, and saw the same transformation happening with her ears. Most…most encouraging, to say the least.

She rolled over, pulling Mughriya along with her, so that she pinned her niece down against the bed. The mostly-transformed lioness panted from beneath her, and Naguiba smiled.

“Mmmph…I’ve forgotten how much…better it is to do that with someone else…”

“Well…that’s only the start, Aunt…Where’d you put my toy?”

“Right here.”

Naguiba smiled as she picked up the double ended dildo, and Mughriya smirked.

“Heh…it’s just a pity…”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“I’m gonna swallow that whole thing up and you won’t get any of it.”

“Oh, ho, you think that you can take the whole thing already, huh?”

“I can take more of it than you can.”

“Uh huh.”

She smirked as she leaned back, suddenly stabbing the end of the dildo right into her niece’s slit. Wet or not, the thick dildo went less than halfway in before it stopped, and Mughriya gasped regardless of her experience. The older lioness shook her head a few times, starting to grind it back and forth a few times.

“Something tells me that my little Mughriya thinks that she’s a lot more experienced than she actually is. Oh, little niece of mine, perhaps you should stop talking…and start eating.”

Ripping her skirt the rest of the way off, she rolled over and straddled her niece’s face, feeling her juices dripping off of her already. Grinding her sex over the younger lioness’ lips, she turned her attention to the dildo again.

It was easy to angle the thing so that the tip was sliding in deep every time, and so that the barbs rubbed against Mughriya’s clit every single thrust. In and out, in and out it went, and the splashing, slurping, wet sound of the lioness’ juices splashing about from the thrusts only made the older lioness smirk.

Smirk, and moan as a talented tongue started working over her pussy. She started wiggling her hips back and forth, almost humping down against it as she felt that rough, textured tongue slipping inside of her, lapping at her depths in a way that she hadn’t felt for far too long.

“Mmm, yes…get it in good…nice and deep…”

She followed her own advice, starting to grind the dildo in further and further. Each side was about nine inches long, and two and a half thick; she could imagine herself taking her half with no problems, and she knew that her greedy hole could take more than half if she pushed it at all. The boast from her niece was something that she could fulfill without even trying…

Her pussy clenched down hard at the thought, momentarily trapping her niece’s tongue before letting it go.

“Mmmph…mmmph!”

Mughriya’s grunts caught her attention, finally, as did the claws raking over her hips. Naguiba chuckled, lifting her body up a little to look down at the drenched girl beneath her.

“Yes?”

“I’m getting a hairball down here. Why can’t you fucking shave?”

“Because I’m a traditionalist. Deep breath, now.”

And down her hips came again, smothering her niece as she went back to opening that pussy up.

Bit by bit, her niece started getting used to the length and the width. Her pussy lips spread further and further, and the barbs were definitely having an effect. The pounding, the stroking, her occasional licks and laps over her niece’s clit; all of it was adding up. Shivers and tremors ran down the lioness’ legs, making her thighs twitch together, only held apart by sheer willpower.

Suddenly the scent changed, and Naguiba pulled her head back just in time to avoid the eruption. Almost like a geyser, her niece came, and her pussy squeezed down hard enough that the dildo shot all the way across the room. Sprays of vaginal fluid splattered against the bedsheets, against the floor, and one even went far enough to hit the wall.

Utterly drenched between her own legs, Naguiba dismounted her niece’s face and walked to the wall, picking up the dildo as she went. She shook her head, smiling as she turned around –

Only to find that Mughriya had leaped off the bed, and was in mid-pounce towards her.

“Oh, d-”

She hit the floor hard, the younger lioness grabbing the dildo out of her hand and jamming it up her pussy hard enough to squelch out some of her juices. Naguiba looked up, seeing that it almost looked like a strap-on that way, and her eyes went a little wide.

“Oh, so that’s how – AH!”

The first thrust made her eyes roll back in her head, the sheer thickness of the cock something that she’d forgotten. Sure, it looked like something she could take easily, but now that she was feeling it slam into her, wielded by a powerful pair of hips rather than a single hand sliding it in…

The professor moaned at the top of her lungs as she was fucked against the floor, her fur grinding against the ground as her niece loomed over her. Claws dug into her thighs as that thick, fake cock slammed into her again and again, pushing deeper and deeper. Those barbs raked over her most sensitive places, and the tip rapped at her womb, knocking at it as if seeking to slide in. It was just the tiniest bit too short for it, but gods and goddesses, it felt good.

Her toes curled as she was pinned to the ground and rutted by the lioness, her pussy squeezing down on the dildo with every thrust. Naguiba panted for breath, her lungs feeling empty and weak as she was fucked so hard.

Mughriya leaned down, chuckling at her.

“Looks like…you can’t take it…so well either, old Aunt…”

“Better than…you were…”

“Oh really?”

Her niece pulled out, and Naguiba panted at how empty her sex felt. But she didn’t have to wait for long. Rolled onto all fours, she felt her hips pulled back, and instantly that toy was back inside of her, pumping her full again. Her eyes rolled back, particularly when her niece pushed her thumb down between the professor’s ass cheeks.

“Heh…looks like your little pucker likes it too. How would you like it if I did –”

Naguiba bit down on the carpet as she felt her niece’s thumb slide past her rim, filling her up in both holes at once. Her yowls of pleasure were barely muffled as she went over the edge, cumming hard. She became a fountain, except instead of squirting all over the wall, she soaked her legs, and the floor, and probably the subflooring, when it came to that.

And Mughriya kept on going…

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[i]Four hours later…[/i]

Just because they lost the fur when they turned back didn’t mean that they lost the sweat that soaked in. Both professor and student were gasping for air, their bodies aching from how long they’d gone at it, and how many different positions. The room reeked of horny feline, of cats in heat, and neither of them dared to open a window to air it out. It would only draw every horny tom in the area to them.

Naguiba slowly pulled herself off of the bed, dragging herself away from the ass-to-ass position that had been their last bit of fun, and surveyed the damage. If there was a dry bit of carpeting left in the room, she couldn’t see it. If there was any part of the bed that hadn’t been drenched during their fun, she couldn’t feel it. The laundry bill alone would be enormous, and she doubted that there’d be any way that she could get out of paying the repair bills of the room…or get Mughriya another private one, for that matter.

The professor got off of the bed and looked for her clothes. They were…in somewhat better shape, at least. They were only somewhat soaked rather than fully, and that meant that she could wear them out until she found something different.

As she pulled them on, Mughriya groaned. The professor looked over her shoulder, seeing her niece slowly pushing the dildo out of her, and chuckled as it slooowly slid free from her much-stretched, much-abused pussy.

“Looks like you weren’t lying about your experience.”

“Why do you…say that?”

“Because if you’d done anything less, you’d be unconscious right now. When I go at it with family, I don’t hold anything back.”

“I’ll…remember…that.”

“Good.”

She started to walk past the desk to the door, then paused. A quick check of the computer that covered it assured her that most of it still worked, though the keyboard would be sticky for a while, and the webcam would need replacing.

She made a little mental note of that and opened the door. Her niece groaned again.

“Mind bringing…me some towels or…something?”

“I have some spare clothes. I’ll bring them by later.”

“And a fan?”

“Heh, and a fan. Be well, my niece.”

“Yeah…you too?”

She stepped out and shut the door, but not before hearing the satisfying squelching sound of Mughriya’s toy sliding free. Chuckling to herself, Naguiba took off at a fairly quick pace down the hall, and left the dorm room.

Once she was outside, the air started carrying the smell away quickly enough, though she kept moving and avoided the popular areas. The last thing she needed was to get Chip or Tom all excited around her; despite their many conquests, they were all too eager to try and come for her, if she gave them an opening.

At least her apartment wasn’t too far away, and she could grab a shower before heading back to see her niece again. Despite all the fur, she could feel her legs were still utterly soaked with the results of their fun, and her shoes felt like they were squelching around her toes with every step. She swore she could hear it, but that was ridiculous…

She paused at the crosswalk, only to lift an eyebrow at the sound of something sniffing. She turned –

[i]Oh…no…[/i]

Dog walkers. Three dog walkers, each one holding the leashes of at least three dogs, and all of them sniffing at her.

This was going to be a very, very long walk.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]