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Zari woke still cuddled up against a pile of warm fur and comforting muscle, Min's mane wrapped around her body like a blanket. They had slept long enough that her body felt stiff. A dull ache remained between her legs, but not in a bad way, her body holding on to the memory of what Min had done to her.

Early morning light filtered in through the window, which stymied the desire to remain in bed. While her parents wouldn't care if she failed her classes, they would care if she didn't at least show up to them, and she had one scheduled at eight.

Zari groaned and began to extricate herself from Min's arms and mane. He rolled over to give her shoulder a soft bite but otherwise let her go, vivid blue eyes following her naked body into the bathroom. A quick shower and thorough washing managed to clean any traces from the previous night's mess from her body, but the bed was another matter.

Putting down a towel wouldn't have made much of a difference. Min watched her toil away, her bare breasts jiggling as she scrubbed at the bed and floor. After a solid half hour, she gave up. Zari had never had to clean up a mess in her life, and she vowed never to attempt it again.

"You should be doing this," she muttered, standing and glaring down at the faint stains. Hopefully they'd fade as everything dried. "This is mostly your fault."

Min stretched his large red claws into the air, back arching before he climbed off the bed. His fangs bared in a mischievous grin. "What happened to all that talk of obedience from last night?" He closed in against her back, one trio of claws tenderly grazing her belly, his sheath pressing between her cheeks.

A tacky lick dragged along the back of Zari's shoulder, and she gasped, the tip of Min's cock prodding between her lips. He didn't need to be fully erect to start fucking her. Fangs nipped her shoulder hard, then Min abandoned her for the bathroom to clean himself up.

Zari stood frozen in the middle of her room, heart racing, her breath quick and needy. She hadn't expected him to stop, a dribble of precum trickling down the inside of her thigh. It took a few forced slow breaths to calm herself and wipe away the pinprick of blood from her shoulder. More of that and she'd have to be careful wearing anything sleeveless.

"We need to leave in a few minutes," Zari shouted over the sound of running water. She would not let her parents pull her from school and return her to their gilded prison. The academy didn't enforce a dress code, but her parents had bought her several nice white blouses with matching black skirts, traditional options that her teachers would approve of. Zari learned a long time ago not to argue.

When Min returned, his fur sleek and perfect, they head out. Zari made her voice meek, a skill she'd long practiced. "You'll have to keep out of sight. Pokemon aren't allowed in the academic buildings."

"Of course, Master." The mocking deference in Min's tone promised retribution.

"They're not my rules." Zari received a nip on the ear for her grumpy reply.

Lush, well manicured lawns and intricate gardens wove throughout the large open spaces around campus. Clean brick buildings held enough ornamentation to show off the fine craftsmanship but maintained the dignity to not feel ostentatious. Grand not gaudy. All the typical rich people bullshit that Zari grew up around. The reminder of home didn't impress her, and she let her mind wander, face set in the disinterested contempt that her parents adopted around poor people. She wasn't in the mood to interact with anyone, a comfortable morning cuddling against her new mate ruined by – Pokemon Fundamentals? Zari groaned.

The front and back two rows of the large lecture hall were already filled by the time Zari found the correct room, with the overachievers taking the closest seats. That left most of the middle section empty, and Zari found herself a seat against the wall, placing her things on the table in front of the seat next to her, creating a place for Min to sit as well as hopefully dissuading anyone from joining her. Min didn't take the seat she intended for him though. Instead he gracefully stepped up onto the table.

Zari hissed in panic. "What are you doing?" But no angry shouts came from the front of the lecture hall, no snide comments from those behind. Min bared his fangs in a wicked smile, then took a seat facing her, his legs dangling on either side.

Zari grimaced, still not quite used to his abilities. "Just don't forget." That said, she found this view far more preferable. The professor began calling for order, but Zari found herself lost in Min's vibrant eyes, the knowing smirk on his gray muzzle, all accented by stark red markings.

Her fingers ran through the silky fur along his thighs. Min reached down and cupped her chin in his paw, stroking her, large claws curling around the back of her neck, passing across her ear. He leaned forward.

"Should I let them watch?" Min whispered, his hot breath tickling her cheek. "They should know who you belong to."

A nervous shudder ran up Zari's spine. He wouldn't. She was sure. Probably. Min drew her forward, guiding her face between his spread legs, his seat on the table leaving them at the perfect height. The feeling of dozens of eyes burned against Zari's back.

That intriguingly familiar scent caught her nose once again, a memory nearly forming in her mind before slipping away. Zari turned her head and instead pressed her face into the crook of Min's hip, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling into his warm satin fur.

This was where she belonged, could spend the rest of her day, face buried in smoke gray fur of his crotch. Claws raked the back of her neck, running up her scalp, but Min made no effort to force her, simply wiggling his hips and letting her enjoy his body. She tried to nip the inside of his thigh but only got a mouthful of fur out of it.

When Min removed his paw from the back of her head, Zari rose a bit, just enough to get a good look at him. While she'd manage to steal a few glimpses the night before, things had moved so quickly. Perhaps this would turn out to be one of her more illuminating lectures.

Zari reached one hand between his thighs, searching for his heavy balls. She had grown quite familiar with them last night, and she wanted to feel them once again in her grasp. Her fingers tenderly found his velvet smooth sack and curled around their delicate prize.

The first sliver of Min's pink tip peered out from his gray fur. She would to get to watch him swell at her touch, up close this time. Zari bit her lip, fondly stroking Min's balls in anticipation of drinking their contents. While thin and narrow, Min's glossy tip ended in a cruel bony point, ready to take a female at at the barest opportunity. Zari squirmed in her chair, the decision to not wear panties already proving questionable. At this rate she'd soak right through the back of her skirt, and Min hadn't even touched her yet.

She imagined herself walking through the halls, a telling wet patch obvious on the back of her skirt, Min walking possessively at her side, letting everyone know what she did, what she let a pokemon do to her. Part of her wanted that, for Min to drop his illusion and put her on display for all to see, watch how desperately she craved his seed, see the utter devotion in her eyes, throat filled by his cock.

The lecturer launched into an explanation of nutrient groups and how different pokemon required different ratios of macro nutrients and food types. Zari looked up at Min, patiently watching, knowing that she would give him what he desired. A blush rose in her cheeks, and Zari hid her embarrassment between Min's thighs.

The faint hint of sharp masculine scent rose from the tip of Min's sheath, still only exposing the bare tip of his slender pale-pink cock. Heavy balls filled her palm, promising her their wealth of seed. Zari impaled herself on Min's tip, his length easily sliding into her mouth, sheath soft and fuzzy against her lips as she pressed lower. A faintly metallic taste met her tongue but was quickly washed away by the first pulse of salty precum.

Zari suppressed a gag and swallowed, an awkward sensation obstructed by Min's shaft. His pre had just enough substance to coat her tongue and throat. Another spurt followed quickly, and from then continued. The constant spray quickly overwhelmed Zari, all her focus on swallowing before it overflowed her lips, running down her chin. If she made a mess here, there would be no hiding it, no cleaning up.

The heat of it suffused her chest, gently spreading down her throat and gut at she drank Min's precum, his shaft swelling with every pulse. Sweat prickled her forehead, but eventually she found a rhythm, able to swallow without choking, her tongue writhing against his slick cock, growing used to the not-exactly-pleasant taste, warm and salty and faintly metallic.

Min stroked her hair fondly. "Good," he whispered, his voice lost to the instructor's explanation of pokemon dietary groups. Zari shuddered, her mouth stretching around Min's swelling girth, and she had to abandon the gentle caress of his sack to hold his shaft steady as it tried to leap from her suckling lips.

His size increased quickly, the middle of his shaft bloating, knot swelling inside its gray sheath. She briefly stroked him through the strange protective bit of skin and fur, then gently coaxed it back, revealing the thick bulge, its pink surface covered in purple and dark red veins.

He was huge. Zari moaned softly around her length, or only really the tip at this point. Already his knot had swollen to nearly the size of her fist. What if she could never fully take him? It seemed impossible, easily eight nine inches to the base of his knot without considering the girth.

Zari let her eyes shut, gripping his shaft while she continued to suckle the first two inches of him, trying not to feel inadequate, unworthy. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his bouncing shaft before straying in front of his tip to feel the strength of his release.

Min trailed his claws lightly down Zari's arm until he could gently take her wrist. She let him guide her fingers lower, letting his thick knot pass between her grip until she supported him by its base. A contented growl rumbled from Min's throat.

"There." His body curled forward, leaving his snout resting against Zari's hair, and he released her wrist to instead lay a paw across the back of her head, stroking her hair and applying a light pressure, coaxing Zari ever so slightly past the point of comfort, the powerful jet of precum crashing against the back of her throat, threatening to choke her.

The one hand she had around his butt grabbed on tightly while her other gently massaged the base of his knot. He throbbed in her grasp, and his hips began to roll in pleasure, adding his own motion to her hesitant bobbing. Claws pricked the back of her scalp, forcing her lower. Zari choked out a whimper, but Min didn't relent.

"Take it – all." Min grunted, hips jerking forward. Zari couldn't escape the heavy wave of cum that poured into her mouth, thick seed coating her tongue, overwhelming her senses with his bitter salty taste.

The first few pulses shot directly against the back of her throat, gagging her. Tears welled up in Zari's eyes. She struggled not to choke, not to cough, chest burning with the effort to hold quiet. Panic, a surge of adrenaline, let her smother her body's natural instincts. Instead of coughing a mouthful of Zoroark's seed all over the lecture hall table as well as them both, and making a scene in the process, Zari forced herself to swallow.

Min's fully engorged cock trapped her tongue as it strained against him, urging his seed towards her throat. She could feel the dense liquid slowly making its way towards her gut where it pooled, the heat glowing throughout her heaving chest.

"Keep squeezing," Min hissed, his claws twitching against her scalp. Zari hadn't realized her fingers had gone slack and gave his base a firm squeeze before exploring his knot more, lightly tugging, fully grasping it in her palm, the surface slick, burning hot against her touch. And as she did, the power and volume of each pulse grew, her grip simulating the intimate tie of a tight female and her expectant womb.

Min emptied himself between her lips in heavy spurts, though thankfully not quite as strongly as those first few. While she didn't enjoy the taste, her tongue grew numb to the warm salt and bitter musk, and for a time, they both relaxed into Min's protracted orgasm.

Zari found herself struggling before it ended. While the taste didn't leave her eager, the sheer volume kept her on the verge of submission. She hadn't eaten anything for breakfast, but each swallow set her eyelids fluttering, her bloated stomach aching, nauseatingly full. She could feel the jiggle in her gut when she moved.

Sheer will and desire let her persevere, her skirt damp where she sat on it, her thighs slick where she tried to squirm, desperate for any stimulation she could get. She belonged to Min, and his seed belonged to her, belonged in her. If only Min could drag her the professor's lectern and force the entire class to watch her scream while Min bore his young into her.

The paw on the back of her head relented. Zari didn't really remember how long it took, her mind retreating to the intoxicating buzz of pleasure rather than deal with her aching jaw and laden stomach. His knot had grown smaller, more pliable, and the weak pulses drooling across her tongue seemed more of a mix of pre than the viscous seed she craved. Min cupped her cheek and lifted her from his diminishing length. She let him, not caring about the few drops that spilled down his sheath, her shoulders and neck sore from the task.

Min forced her tear-streaked face up to look at him. Despite knowing just how thoroughly she drained him, his predatory eyes burned with a possessive icy hunger, claws holding her chin firm when she tried to look away in embarrassment. He tenderly licked the salt from one of her cheeks, then leaned in close to whisper.

"I have always wanted to breed a human's mouth." His lips brushed her ear as he spoke. "Did you enjoy it?"

A shiver coursed through her bloated gut. Zari nodded silently against his paw. Min growled in approval then let her go, and she slumped forward, letting her head rest between his legs, burying her face against his thigh.

Zari brought a hand to her belly, expecting to feel herself eight-months pregnant. The lecturer droned on, an indistinct buzz in the back of her mind. What if Min had let the illusion drop? What if they could have seen her debase herself for a pokemon's pleasure, let Min use her right there in front of them, in the middle of a crowded lecture hall, made a show of her? It scared her how much that thought amplified the instinctive command gripping her pelvis, one hand stroking her belly but slowly sinking towards the waistline of her skirt, her own desires smoldering unattended.

Merely running her fingers over the waist of her skirt sent tendrils of pleasure creeping through her hips, leaving her chest tight. Pleasuring herself in the middle of class didn't even seem all that risque after what she'd just done.

"Get up."

Zari jerked, not expecting Zoroark's low voice in her ear. She sat up, glancing up at his cool gaze in confusion. He grinned, baring wicked fangs, and motioned for her to stand. Apprehension electrified the reckless lust aching within her sex, and part of her worried she were beginning to associate that fear with pleasure, because a giddy thrill left her body trembling. In that moment she would do anything he asked of her without thought, let the entire lecture hall use her as long as they all watched him claim her first.

Min watcher her rise on unsteady legs, but she tore her eyes away to nervously check around them. Bored students all faced the front of the lecture hall, some with chin in hand, others doodling idly. None of them paid her any mind, even the well dressed boy sitting directly behind her. He had never even bothered to remove anything from the bag he propped up against the wall.

Zari stepped aside so Min could stand as well, and when she move back, he followed close until her back bumped against the wall. Min pressed her against it, strong paws taking her shoulders, his chest enveloping hers, sinking against her small breasts, fur enveloping her.

His tongue found her neck just below the ear. Zari bit her lip to stop from whining and leaned her head aside, offering her throat to him. The soft tacky pull of his tongue and insistent snout traveled down her neck, teeth grazing her collarbone.

The effort of keeping quiet left Zari breathless. Her eyes darted nervously to the boy sitting behind her seat, their tables close enough that now she was standing, she could reach out and touch his hand. There was no way he wouldn't hear her panting even if she managed to stop herself making any other noise.

A paw roughly groped her right breast, the feeling torturously dulled by shirt and bra yet sending her vision swimming nonetheless. Maybe she should stop wearing a bra as well. She'd considered it that morning but couldn't quite summon the courage to do so.

Her distracted thoughts let Min pull away without her notice, his snout no longer toying with the strap of her bra. She only opened her eyes when she felt the hem of her skirt rise, letting cool dry air curl around her humid thighs.

Zari tried to pull away, but her heels struck the wall behind her. One hand tried to feebly hold her skirt in place to no avail. Not here. He couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, there was no way she could remain quiet while he fucked her right in front of everyone. Already the effort of restraining the wild lust in her core left her wanting to scream. If he bred her here, that untamed primal being that Min had roused within her would howl like his bitch, unequivocally declare his possession of her to the entire lecture hall. Her parents would execute her long before the league could levy punishment.

Zari tried to shake her head, to mouth a desperate pleading no, but sheer terror froze her in place. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Min grinned, ice blue eyes twinkling.

Instead of pressing himself into her, he knelt, holding her skirt up high. Zari clutched it for him like some mute servant, holding her skirt out of the way while he examined her. Large red claws drew delicate pink lines across her pale flesh. Min's eager snout found the arousal smeared between her thighs and tasted her in several long licks before tending her sex.

Min lapped at her pussy with a wild fervor, his tongue dragging through her soaked lips, reaching for her entrance, snout digging against her clit with complete disregard of the slick sheen she left across his muzzle.

Pleasure drove into her pelvis like a knife, sharp and directed right into the quivering knot of desire tangled in her belly. Zari's knees nearly buckled, but Min held her hips in a tight grip, ensuring no escape from the orgasm he was about to force upon her. Her thighs clenched around Min's face, but he didn't seem to notice, his fervent attention unhindered. Zari couldn't breath, the fight to not make a sound, not thrash and topple into the table nearly touching her hip- The edges of her vision grew fuzzy.

Her entire body clenched, the weight of Min's cum a constant pressure in her gut, her hips spasming. Zari grabbed a desperate hold of Min's flowing red mane, letting her skirt pile against his forehead. If her grip hurt him, he didn't show it, his tongue now relentlessly assaulting her clit, curling around the tiny smooth bead, gently tugging her hood back. Zari wanted to scream. Needed to scream. Claws bit into her hips, her petite rump, and tore the orgasm from her body.

A storm of wild and uncontrollable pleasure ripped through Zari's body, her toes cramping painfully, her fingers tearing at Min's mane, her thighs clamping down around his face to wrench his head from his shoulders, riding him and the ruinous searing bliss he forced her to bottle up, silent calm surrounding a perverse maelstrom.

Zari's eyes rolled into the back of her head. She remembered tumbling. Something warm and fuzzy pressed across her mouth, her entire face. Zari panted, or tried to, but fur sprang into her mouth, tickled her nose, leaving every breath a humid struggle, surrender.

Then she felt Min's arms smoothing her back. She was on her knees. A faint memory of Min guiding her to the ground after her knees gave out. Her hand slipped from his thigh the first try, but Zari eventual pushed her face from Min's crotch on a shaky arm and gasping at cold fresh air.

Min grinned wide, the short fur around his snout matted with her fluids. "Not a sound," he said, a soft pride in his tone. "You would have made a good Zoroark." He leaned in and nipped her bottom lip, carrying her own scent with him. "You'll make an even better mate."

Zari threw herself against his shoulder, not wanting him to see her cry just like that. A chaos of emotions coursed through her, too much to deal with while dazed from such a ruthless orgasm. He clutched her tight while Zari forced her tears away.

"Do you want me to carry you back?" Min asked, running a paw across her butt.

"The class," she started to mumble, but Min pulled away to let her see students slowly filing out of the lecture hall. She hadn't noticed the teacher dismiss them. A weary giggle wormed its way out of her chest, and she nodded, letting Min sweep her up in strong arms.