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She definitely looked like a librarian, with her neat black hair and thick sweater and thicker glasses. Standing behind the library desk also gave her that impression. But when I got to talking to her, it turned out she was only a few years older than me. She said that the college kept its library open late by hiring postgrad students to keep an eye on the place.

I told her I was thankful she was here, because my species is nocturnal.

There was a lot that had worried me about coming to a human college, even though it was such an exciting opportunity. The biggest was that human society was, like, almost completely confined to the hours of 9am to 5pm. Trying to pay attention to classes held during times my body expects to be totally asleep was hard.

I was keeping up okay, though, thanks to these late hours at the library. It was pretty much empty except for me and her, which is how we ended up talking. That, and she said she recognised me from my past visits. Not that it's hard to pick out a hyena guy in a crowd of humans, I bet.

I said something about how I hoped they didn't cut back the hours due to a lack of demand and she smiled at me with a face that at this distance I could now see was not remotely old and told me not to worry about that stuff. I believed her, too, despite the fact she probably knows about as much as I do.

I had already gotten my work done - well, you know, most of it, the hard parts - so I didn't pull away and just kept chatting to her. She asked me a couple questions about home, about my semester here, about having heightened senses and big pointy ears and fur. The conversations I had come to expect.

Most humans seem to struggle with the idea of people having fundamentally different anatomy to them, but she seemed genuinely interested. Really interested.

Almost without warning, with nothing more than a quick glance around to confirm there wasn't suddenly another student behind me wanting a book, she started asking me... different questions about my anatomy.

I'll be honest: I had heard that a lot of our exchange students ended up in situations like that. Compared to back home, humans are so slow in their approach to sex. Some of us wonder how they reproduce at all. Other exchange students were apparently causing quite a stir by just asking people if they wanted to fuck. On college campuses, at least, the answer was often 'yes'.

But nothing like that had happened to me yet. Call me stupid, but I was actually trying to focus on my grades. With the whole day-night problem I mentioned, that was taking most of my focus, and I wasn't living the dream socially. In retrospect, I think people might've had sex in at least the back of their minds when they were talking to me, but none of them had acted directly on it.

Not until this student librarian.

Maybe it should've come across as creepy, but it didn't. She was just so breezy about it, warm and charismatic and not letting the conversation stall. Most of the questions were innocent enough and only some weren't, and they were mixed together at a rate I couldn't quite keep up with.

It wasn't just stuff about me, and my life, and my body. She was being a good conversationalist and including relevant anecdotes about herself. For instance, very casually, she said that she had always kind of had a fantasy about doing stuff in a library while it was technically open. That hadn't been a factor in her applying for this student job, of course. But she had figured out that things were the most quiet at this time of week at this part of the week. And she knew that one of the soundproof study rooms upstairs was in a camera blind spot. And had she mentioned that she was still on the clock, watching the front desk while interacting with a library user, but her fifteen-minute break was just about to start?

There was a sudden silence. She didn't say or do anything except slowly lick her lips.

Two minutes later, she was clicking the door of that study room closed. I had actually been in here once before, for an unpleasant hour spent hammering out a group project. That was about to be replaced by more important memories.

She wasn't one to play around (a rare trait in humans). Once she shut the door, she gently backed me into a corner and started to kiss me. Her lips her soft and she smelled lovely. Pretty soon her hands were slipping under my shirt, fingers running through my fur and sizing out the shape of my body.

This was all moving pretty fast for me, considering I had intended tonight to be a totally normal Wednesday, but the touch of an unfamiliar girl is good at kicking you awake. After freezing up for a second or two, I started to follow her lead. I kissed her back and laid my hands on her hips. With a bit of subtle, wordless encouragement, shifting against me, she convinced me to take a more direct hold on her. And her ass.

She really was cute. I guess 'petite' is the word. I'm taller than most of my classmates, and she's on the shorter side, so I was bending down and she was leaning up. That wasn't slowing us down, though. Her chest, which was started to press against my own, wasn't especially big, and her butt matched. But in terms of attitude, she's easily the hottest human I've met.

We kissed for a while, but soon she started to grind herself against me. It was subtle at first, just enough motion for us to both feel something through our jeans, but she kept it up until I started to get hard.

Without warning, she broke the kiss, grinning at me. "Now, remember..."

One moment, she was right in my face, her dark eyes twinkling behind her glasses. The next, she had smoothly dropped to her knees, her fingertips against my waistline.

"...this is still a library. You gotta stay quiet no matter what. Think you can do that for me?"

I gulped, but nodded.

"Good boy." She started undoing my zipper without breaking eye contact with me. "I'd heard hyenas were smart enough to leave women in charge..."

I tried to tell her that it sounded like she was mixing up spotted and striped hyenas, because the former are famously matriarchal but actually my species doesn't have anything like that going on and if anything the power dynamics between the genders are pretty much even-

-but with her eyes still locked on mine, she took hold of my dick and started playing with it like she had always owned it. I don't think that demographics matter here; one way or another, this girl was going to dominate this guy.

Her hands were soft, quick, and possessive. One of them cradled my balls, lightly stroking my sensitive skin, while the other ran up and down my hardening shaft. She got very well acquainted with me, very quickly.

She sized me up, idly jerking me off a little while she did it. Before I had time to get used to her touch, she was already moving on to her next test, leaning in to bury her face in my crotch. She rubbed her nose into my dick, near the base, then laid a few quick kisses on me as a taster. She murmured to me that I wasn't disappointing her so far. Not at all.

I watched as this smart, charismatic woman I had just met settled on her knees and started sucking my dick. The rush of pleasure was immediate - she didn't hesitate to use her tongue - and it was all I could do to follow her earlier instruction to stay quiet. Instead, I gripped the wall behind me so tightly that I'm pretty sure I left claw-marks, which isn't a lot better in terms of 'respecting the library space'.

She continued like that for a little while, her head bobbing gently between my thighs. She tried a few different approaches, in what might have been deliberate attempts to make me gasp and whimper. But she had evidently been serious about keeping this all within her official break, too.

I could smell the change in the air when she reached down and undid her own pants, too.

She wiggled them down to her knees without ever detaching herself from my cock. To my limited understanding, humans don't tend to get worked up just from giving oral, so I think the evident wetness of her pussy was down at least partly to living out her lewd fantasy.

She pulled back from my dick slowly. I was very wet myself thanks to her work; my shaft was coated in her saliva, and she had easily coaxed out some pre-cum from me as well. I was more than ready for what came next.

I helped her stand back up and she met me with a quick kiss. Said something about she normally prefers to pin cute boys down and ride them (uh, wow) but that she didn't want to completely take her pants off right now. She was still on her break, after all.

Instead, she turned around and backed into me.

I aligned my dick with her pussy, and at her urging, pushed in.

Both of us struggled to stay quiet in that moment. I can only imagine that she wasn't used to, well, guys like me. Her bravado could only last so long in the face of such a big... change. For my part, human pussy wasn't quite what I was expecting. But I wasn't disappointed.

We shuffled around for an awkward moment, our bodies not quite aligned. But at times like this, instinct guides you, and I soon had a good angle. I used it immediately, and began to pump her.

My cock had no problem working up a rhythm - she was tight, sure, but she was also very wet. After the initial awkwardness of our mutual sizes, it all flowed pretty easily from there. I had gotten a very firm grip on her waist, which helped too. Her own hands were against mine, urging me not to let go.

A strand of her hair came loose as she - silently, of course - coped with the feeling of my firm hyena dick inside her. She let her head hang loosely as her fingers dug needily into mine. I was a little worried about the way her breathing sounded, since it didn't seem normal for humans, but it became clear to me quickly that that wasn't a reason for me to stop. If I stopped she would've given me an earful. Quietly.

So I kept at it. Limiting myself as best I could to strangled huffs and growls, I plowed that hot postgrad librarian as hard as I could. Any awkwardness soon passed, and there was just the steady pleasure of rutting a willing female. Anything outside of that is, for lack of a nicer term, pointless bullshit.

I had a feeling she agreed. Although she was keeping to her own demand for silence, it was evidently very hard, and a litany of quiet huffs, pants, and what sounded like the strangled starts of moans kept escaping her. Her pussy was reacting constantly, too, always milking my shaft for more. I wondered how much of it was purposeful, and how much just the instinctive motions of a body fulfilling its instincts.

All I knew was that I wanted more myself. Keeping one of my big dumb paws on her waist, I slid the other up into her shirt. I got a nice feel of her flat, pale stomach as I went, and soon her small but perky tits were against my hand. I started to massage her through her bra, which earned another half-strangled moan. I could feel her nipple poking straight through the thin fabric, eager to reach out to me.

All of these little details and sensations were quickly adding up. This girl was gorgeous, and such a fun mix of domineering and overwhelmed. Unable to pace myself for much longer, I felt my hips starting to pick up speed. I let them. My balls were practically churning with need, and I knew I was about to get the perfect opportunity to empty them.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and surrender to the moment, I heard something.

This was still a library, so even the smallest noise was audible. I was instantly on alert for someone catching us, but a quick glance to the door confirmed that we were still alone.

It had been the librarian. She was saying something.

I leaned in close, my body pressed against her back, and asked in a whisper for her to say that again.

"Fuck me." Those words were so quiet, but delivered with such emotion, like having to wrap them small enough to slip through library silence had only made them more dense with need. "Keep fucking me like that, I need to feel your cum inside me...!"

For a second, I froze up a little, feeling the weight of her words really land inside me. Then I did the only thing I could, really. I gave her what she wanted and fucked her.

She let out a high-pitched gasp for breath when I started pumping her again, harder and faster than anything I had done before. I was going so deep I could feel my balls against her soft human skin with each thrust. Her walls were squeezing me tight, reacting to every movement I made. And the sound of her breath! For some reason that detail really stood out to me, even amid the more immediate sensations. She was struggling to keep a steady, quiet rhythm, and honestly, failing. She sounded so horny, so overwhelmed, so cute.

I closed my eyes, basking in all these pleasures. I let my arousal push me to my peak, and then I relaxed and let it flow through me. With a sigh, I came inside the librarian.

She was close herself. The moment I climaxed, she was right behind me, letting out her most adorable selection of sounds yet. She clapped both hands over her mouth, which was smart, because otherwise the groan of ecstasy that escaped her would have definitely carried. Instead, I was the only one who got to enjoy it.

Her eyes screwed tight behind those glasses and her whole body shivered. I was still riding my own climax, trying to keep quiet too, but I made sure to pay close attention to the way she trembled in bliss. I wanted to remember this, after all.

After a few wonderful moments of orgasm, both of us were past our peaks and coming back down. I had emptied my balls inside of her, alright, but my supplies weren't limitless and the motions of my dick slowed to nothing. She was just behind me, swallowing what was probably a loud scream of release and just letting herself twitch and tremble head to toe instead. Her walls milked me for every drop, but eventually, she became still.

The encounter had left us both heaving for breath, and even then we had to try to stay as quiet as possible. Both of us were panting heavily, but with our mouths open wide to minimise the noise.

We almost managed to stay quiet, too. But after she slid off my dick (which felt amazing, by the way, even pulling out of this woman was enjoyable), I swore just a little too loudly. Not from pleasure or anything, but from the sight of how a huge drop of my cum was about to slide straight out of her and stain the carpet below.

You might not expect a librarian to have especially good reflexes, but she surprised me yet again. Before that terrifying evidence could splash down, her hand shot out and she caught my cum right between her knees. Before I knew it, it was safely dealt with... by which I mean she popped it straight into her mouth. She kindly complimented my taste, but then asked if I was just gonna stand there and stare, or was I going to help her clean up?

She still had that edge of authority, which earned just the slightest tingle from my spent cock, but mostly succeeded in getting my dopey ass to move. Before long we had contained all the very incriminating fluids into tissue papers, which were themselves shoved into a sealed plastic bag for disposal. She was really prepared for all this. Incredible woman.

The only thing out of place was... Well, she wouldn't give me back my underwear.

I didn't even notice my boxers were missing until I went to put my trousers back on. Noticing the absence, I looked up to see the librarian grinning at me ear to ear. She had tidied herself up very efficiently, and looked completely professional again. Except for how she was gleefully holding a pair of boxers lightly stained with hyena cum.

She asked me if it was 'quite alright' (her exact words) if she held on to them for a little while, as a souvenir. She could return them later if I needed them. It only now occurs to me that the whole thing might have been some kinda sexy joke on the idea of borrowing things from a library. In the moment, I felt another submissive tingle, and replied just with a blushy nod.

She thanked me with a warm kiss, and by the time we broke away, my underwear was out of sight. That woman knows exactly what she wants, and she takes it. Something that was pretty evident by how, as she was leading me back to the library desk, she asked if I had a good setup to study at home. If I didn't, well, her own place was nice and quiet...

As usual, I stayed in the library until closing. What was new, though, was the way I obediently waited outside as they closed up. Before long, my new best friend emerged, giving me a bright smile.

She brought me back to an apartment I still visit frequently to this day, several months later. With such a good library service, I'm able to keep on top of my grades. But now I have a personal, hands-on tutor for other parts of the college experience...