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This story will make a lot more sense if you read For Magic! and More Magic! first. But it's not required.

For Nature!

There's magic there too

Zelia sniffed at the frame in the dark of of predawn. Nothing odd smelling. She climbed on top of it and jumped several times. It was completely stable and made no noise. They discovered early on that the frame creaking would startle the males and chase them away, so silence spells surrounded the contraption. Back on the ground, the stoat re-measured the height, length, and width. It was still the right size. A quick examination of the surroundings found nothing to upset the feleoni.

She was just going through the actions anymore. These checks happened every day, and every day she got video of at least four or five fellies mounting the collection frame and starting to mate it. But they gave up after a few thrusts, losing interest in short order.

Efforts to get semen samples from the flying felines were falling flat and had been for months now. The local population had a problem. Poaching had culled all the females from the west, and all the males from the east. The creatures were very set in their territories and didn't leave them. Only younglings would wander until they found an appropriate place to settle, and then stay there or give up and waste away if they were relocated. If they couldn't get a male to a female, or a female to a male, they would just have to bring the necessary part of the equation to the females and then the young would be able to be moved.

Zelia slipped her measuring tape back into her arm pouch and rubbed her hands down the fur on her sides several times. It was a nervous habit. Somewhat akin to petting herself to try to calm down. As a weasel, she was rather small compared to other people and she often worried that people looked down on her abilities as a result. They only looked down because she was shorter than they were and physics demanded such a thing, not because they thought she was incapable.

At least since the geis runes in the college were removed, the students didn't have to wear robes anymore. The Masters still did, and that made it much easier to spot them from a distance. She was glad she could rub her sides now without robes in the way. The runes existed since the college was built, causing any sexual activity to result in a teleport into the moat. Other colleges did perfectly fine without such restrictions, but the runes were built into the very stonework and self-protecting. But about a month ago, some very, very strange visitors removed them. Everything was much better for most people since.

"Everything seems right," she told her helper, "but like you saw in the recordings, the males mount and then just lose interest. If there's more than one, some might even try twice or three times. They don't finish though."

The wolf scratched behind his ear and walked around the frame, examining it and humming softly to himself. "So they get on and just get off," he said, making a motion of mounting the frame followed by climbing off, "when you really want them to get on and get off instead," he quipped, this time pantomiming orgasmic ecstasy as the connotation of 'get off'.

Zelia punched him in the arm, though it didn't have much power behind it. "Gurt, no bad puns! This is serious!"

Gurt rubbed his arm for show. She didn't actually hurt him, but he'd milk it. "Ow! Here I am way out here trying to be helpful and think, and you go hitting me," he pouted. He squatted on his haunches. "Hmmm... Maybe I need to think like a horny felly. Since you punched me, you can help by giving me a tummy rub, and maybe some nice rump wiggles of that cute, pert bottom of yours... then when I'm thinking right, we can test the thoughts on you and see if that works..."

"Don't you get enough at school in the last month? Sheesh!" She was exasperated. But then she sighed. "I did ask you to help because everybody said you're the horniest guy at the college. I figured if anybody could figure out why the males didn't want to cum in the collection frame, you'd do it."

Her eyes started to water a little. "This is important. It's for nature! The feleoni will die out in this region if we don't figure it out. So I'll... I'll do it," she said with a sniffle. She moved over beside Gurt and reached for his belly.

"Hey, hey," he said softly, catching her wrist lightly. "I'm just joshing." He paused in thought. "Well, mostly joshing. I mean, if you actually wanted to and would be happy, I'd be cool with it. But now you're all sad and stuff, so that's no good. I'm a hornball, not an ass."

He patted her hand and stood back up. "Don't worry, I'll help. No extortion involved. You don't owe me anything, even if I somehow succeed."

The wolf took a deep breath and his ears went back in thought. Then they twisted all about. It's like they were connected to some gears in his head to run his thinking. His face twisted into various grimaces as he contemplated the situation.

Zelia watched him, holding very still as she waited, but her patience started to wear thin. "Gurt?" she finally asked.

"Sorry! I've been trying to think of what would make me climb off a female. I thought first of the moat and the old runes, but that didn't even stop me from trying to climb on, and the fellies don't have to worry about that. Then I decided that I'd climb off and stop if there was an exciting promise of something better if I did. But I don't think they think that far ahead or have any promises like that." He walked around to the rear end of the fake female feleoni and patted it.

"It smells like a female felly, and looks like one. So I thought maybe it doesn't act like one? But that doesn't matter either, since they'll mount other creatures that look even close." His ear wiggled. "They really are horny, honestly. Like me. So what would make them give up on it when they'd probably hump and cum in a bush?"

"That's the problem, I don't know," the stoat said, then jumped as Gurt stuck his fingers into the collection hole of the frame. "Hey, I thought you were helping, not being lewd!"

"I am! I think... maybe they just don't enjoy how it feels?" He wiggled his fingers in the fake vagina curiously. "The males have varying anatomy, and the females are pretty standard."

"Yeah? You mean the fact that the males have differently-shaped penises, right?"

"Exactly. I pay attention in class, but don't you dare let anybody know."

Then Zelia realized that he was rubbing himself. "What are you doing?!" she demanded.

"Testing it," he said, pushing his semi-rigid shaft into the hole. "Not like my precum can get a felly pregnant or mess up a male felly's load." He gave a few halfhearted humps, then shook his head. "Meh. That's... yeah, that seems pretty boring. Loose, chilly, too smooth to rub nicely. I don't even feel like finishing in it, and that's serious business." He pulled out and stood there, fully erect. "So yeah, I'd say they just get instantly bored."

"Oh," Zelia said in a small voice, staring at his exposed flesh, her brain working overtime.

"If you want to bend over, I can compare it to you and see what the difference is," Gurt suggested slyly. "I could try to quantify the feelings that make me want to unload in you, and then you can apply that knowledge to the frame."

The little weasel was unfocused on the outside world now though, mumbling to herself as she worked over ideas in her head. "Loose... maybe if... hmm... and that... oh and..."

Gurt's ears started to wilt as he realized she was oblivious. "Zelly?" He waved a hand in front of her face, but she didn't react. He knew better than to poke her too. Startled weasels were prone to bite.

He made a face and sighed. Can't lewd at somebody who won't respond. "Okay then, I guess you've got enough to start on the idea," he said, turning to leave. He paused in midstep, an idea for a fun prank on some of the guys forming in his head. "I'll send some friends later to provide their feedback too," he said over his shoulder to the highly-distracted weasel before he left.

"...and then... but I doubt the Masters would allow me to buy sex toys for a project, and we don't even know if that's the actual problem. We're running out of time too for the season that the males " She took a deep breath and her whiskers pushed forward. "Okay, Gurt, I nee..."

No wolf to be seen, and twilight was starting to brighten the horizon. "Oh... I guess I got distracted for a long time."

She bounced excitedly for a moment, then focused for a while to try to remember if Gurt had said anything important. Ah! She remembered! Probably... stuff about didn't want to cum in the frame, but would want to cum in her. Lewd, but at least it was a new angle to consider. Was there anything else? Mmmmmm... No, couldn't remember a lick. Too distracted thinking.

The little weasel got a determined look on her face and steeled herself, then poked two fingers into the artificial anatomy of the frame. It... huh... yeah, honestly that was... that was underwhelming.

Her gaze dropped and she looked at her own groin, then carefully pushed the same two fingers into herself. Definitely felt much, much different to her fingers. She couldn't focus on that as well, with the feel to her cunny being rather distracting too.

Ether! She was far too shy and embarrassed to admit that Gurt's request to get tummy rubs was actually really tempting to her. Her reputation for being chaste despite the runes and their geis being gone was due to the fact that she was really shy, and worse, nobody knew that and she was too shy to admit that she'd honestly love it if a nice group of males would be a little forceful and bend her over and...

Eeee! Too lewd! TOO LEWD!

She panted and pulled her fingers out before she enjoyed the idea too much. A whine escaped her lips though. There was nobody here, and it would be perfectly fine to enjoy that. She just couldn't. Her shyness wouldn't let her. Nor would it let her tip off somebody to the idea that she wanted to have fun even if she was protesting a little. Even that would solve the problem. All the males were just far too nice to force things on her, and she was far too shy to tell them to because they wouldn't really be forcing her. Without that reassurance, nobody would risk being ejected from the college.

Her body was still nicely tingly as she removed the padded panel from the fake female's flank. She examined the internal sleeve. A rather clinical, short, thin thing to try to stimulate the male as he thrust, extract his seed, and allow that to flow down the channel into the collection container that would magically preserve it. Even from this angle, it looked rather boring. Not that she knew what males liked, but still.

Honestly, now in retrospect, Gurt's observations made sense. For troubleshooting a week ago, she'd sequestered herself in the frame so she could observe the collection apparatus and see if something was going wrong with its use. Though it was interesting to watch the feleoni penises poke into it, it was really only the male anatomy that was interesting, not the look of anything they did.

They really had looked interesting. Each male had a unique shape and topology, constrained in size to match the females, but otherwise bearing very different feature sets. Ridges, bulges, frills, rings, ribs, flares, mushrooms, rounded tips and tapered tips that all looked quite tantalizing. Very enticing. The female feleoni must really enjoy...

Eee!

She squeezed her eyes shut to get those visions out of her mind before she died of shyness. Deep breaths slowly got her refocused on the problem.

Okay, limited time, and this was just a theory, but the best one she had right now. Hmm. How long would it take to order or create a better sleeve? Would it be soon enough? And what if that wasn't the problem?

There had to be a way to test this theory quickly. Get something in there that felt better to them and see if they'd cum in it. If it was even a little better than before, it would mean something, and she could work from that.

Inspiration! Maybe if... if she hid in the frame like before, and then when the male poked in, she could use her hand and see if it helped. It would be warmer, and she could maybe carefully squeeze. See if the male stuck with it longer. A small improvement would lend weight to the idea. Then she could try to get something good enough to make a complete fix.

If she could get it in time. And if she could get the masters to let her. Well, they'd let her, but she was damned if she'd be able to overcome her shy enough to ask for permission. Even just the thought of trying to fabricate something like that made her woozy. Imagine if somebody SAW IT!

She needed something that would have the best chance of working, and she needed it ASAP. All or nothing, so if it didn't make a difference, it was definitely not that. If it did make a difference, it might make enough of one to get the samples she needed.

In the growing light, she peered at the open flank of the frame. An idea was percolating that the shy side of her brain was doing its absolute best to bury. She glanced at the time, then at the various cameras set up nearby. They would turn on for daily monitoring soon. But she didn't want to lose a precious day of male fertility. When the season was over, they'd be shooting blanks and mating for entertainment purposes only, so to speak.

'What if somebody catches you?' her shyness asked. 'You'd never live it down!'

Nobody would. Not like anybody came out here. The cameras were off except at dusk and dawn when the feleoni checked over their territory and were curious and playful, so they wouldn't see. Even if somebody did come out, it was just the closed frame and nobody but her knew how to get the panels opened. She just had to stay in it for a few hours in the morning, take a potty break while the sun was up high, and then maybe try again in the evening if there was no result in the morning.

'What if it doesn't make a difference? You'd be wasting a day!'

It'd be a wasted day anyway if she didn't try something. Nothing else was changed and she had no other ideas. The only way to fail was to not try.

'What if something hurts you? They could be too big!'

Ha! Zelia already knew the sizes and features of all the males that shared this territory. They were perfectly fine. Smaller than that one thing she tried before. Eeee! Even remembering trying that was embarrassing. But it was informative and reassured her now. Since the males would not wander, there would be no others. She was pretty sure any male feleoni would be perfectly safe though.

Then her shyness brought up the strongest worry of all. The worst possible outcome it could think of. The hidden ace to try to dissuade her, working up her worry and stress levels to an extreme before the big reveal.

'What if... what if you... ENJOY it?'

Her heart stopped in her throat at the abject terror of the idea. Then she yanked her head back in realization and shook it really hard. A brave smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. Enjoyed it? THAT... would be a thing indeed.

"I thought you were trying to convince me NOT to do it," she muttered to herself as she inspected the interior of the plush frame. It was still perfectly clean like it should be, and in good condition. The whole thing was mocked up to look like a female feleoni, wings slightly mantled and chest pressed against the ground with her rump up invitingly. The males had proven they were not dissuaded from starting mounting by the unmoving female. This made sense as they'd been known to mount other species of creature, relaxing females, and even vaguely-properly-shaped bushes. They were hornier than Gurt! ... Well, maybe almost as horny as that wolf.

Its tail end reached Gurt's waist, so it was up to her belly. The entire body was long enough to the chest that she'd been able to climb into it backwards before, her rear end in the chest of the frame, and still have enough space around and in front of her to monitor the 'working area' at the back, inches from her face.

"Working area," she said with a snrk, amused at the phrasing she'd just given it. She tried to focus on the logistics of her - dare she say 'daring'? - plan, rather than on the opposite pulls of the tingle between her legs and the debilitating shyness screaming silently - yet seemingly deafeningly - in her mind.

It looked doable. It looked like a plan. And before she lost her nerve or let the internal cacophony of doubt change her mind, she stuck her arms in through the hole in the fake female's flank and climbed in head first.

'It's dark and really enclosed in here!' her shyness said, trying to make her second guess herself.

But it was just as dark in the nighttime air outside, and the enclosed, plush space was comfy and warm.

She backed out and pulled the stimulation sleeve off the back end of the frame, leaving only an open slit in the padding at the rear of the frame, just big enough for the appropriate anatomy to fit into. A measuring look at the small container that was meant to hold scent in place of the frame's anal opening lent the realization that the container was in the way. It was empty anyway. Having any scents in it hadn't helped. So she removed that too, paying no heed to the dried smears of precum that had resulted from the occasional operational miss of a male who did not enjoy jabbing the hard container inside.

With the two parts in hand, she climbed back into the front of the frame. One leg was pulled in first, carefully lifted over the collector channel, and settled against the inside of the frame's belly. Then the other foot left the ground and perched on the other side of the channel. There was plenty of space in front of her to set the parts down and have them be safe and out of the way.

'Your head is down and your everything else is up. You're getting blood rushing to your brain!'

Mmm, that she was, but it wasn't too bad. The rhythmic thrum of her heartbeat was relaxing and the headrush was not too bad overall. She even had enough room to lift herself on her elbows and be more even, but it wasn't necessary at all.

'The stimulation sleeve is open-ended and you're not!'

Zelia relaxed down on her legs some until her belly bent the soft end guard of the collector, put there to prevent spurts of semen from going deeper into the frame. This was just for testing purposes, silly shyness! But even if it weren't, the feleoni are copious producers and a quick pull away from the hole and squeeze inside would let the needed sample drip down and into the collector.

Lifting herself on her legs again, she changed the angle that she pushed down on the backing so it bent down along her belly instead of up towards her chest. There, now even if the drips clung to her belly, they'd reach the non-stick collector and quickly run down it and be collected.

It took only a little bit of pressing back further with her tail tucked firmly to the side for her bare rear to reach the inside of the back of the frame. She leaned to the side on one arm and reached back with the other to feel for the hole in the faux female form, then tilted her hips to line her own anatomy with it. Then she pulled her fingers out of the way as she settled back fully, relaxing and letting her moist furred lips press into the space that would normally be occupied by the stimulation sleeve. The chill air on her damp skin sent a shiver of excitement at the successful alignment and exposure of her body through the hole.

'You can't reach out to pick up the flank panel and put it back in place. The cameras will turn on in a few seconds and easily see you in this horribly-compromising position. You're doomed!'

Silly, scared, worried brain. She was a mage in training. A quick movement spell lifted the panel and moved it into place, pressing the clamps firmly into position just in time.

Every sound from the outside world was cut off. The silence spell to stifle any creaks or unexpected noises from the frame worked in both directions. Her heartbeat, and now her breath as well, seemed very loud.

The position was surprisingly comfortable though. She was relaxed and pressed back into position by the bend of her legs. The frame was mostly plush and nicely soft. It wasn't too chill or too hot, and the spell to move fresh air was still here from her prior monitoring efforts. The only slightly creepy thing was the solid darkness in here. Before she had light getting in through the bit of space left by the holes in the rear of the assembly. But now her ass was plugging that up tightly and not a photon of light squeaked through. This was fine. If she needed light, she could always spell a bit up.

One last thing to check. Shifting very carefully now, she pulled her phone out of her arm pouch and set it down. A few quick touches on the display linked her to the magicams outside and she tied into the projected overview one. Some careful pokes and pinches at the ether projection hovering over her phone panned and zoomed in on the space under the tail, and her breath caught at the view.

It looked perfect. Much more realistic than the prior parts attached there. The cream fur on her front gave way to a darker brown back there so it matched the faux fur of the frame pretty well, and pink skin showed past both holes in the plush, looking like it was all part of one creature and not a fabricated, flexible device behind a soft hole in the fake female feleoni.

She didn't know whether the feral males took anything from the look of it, but to her it looked much more appealing. The fur was damp and clinging to the skin, and the labia were slightly puffy and spread, revealing the glistening moisture within.

Then her heart caught in her throat as the full reality of the situation occurred to her.

That was HER pussy and ass showing through the holes in the fake winged cat. It wasn't a stimulation sleeve and empty scent canister. If the males came to explore here this morning, she wouldn't be watching their rigid cocks slide through rubberized plastic a few inches from her nose. She'd be having her tender insides delved and filled by that flesh instead.

And she couldn't change her mind now. Anything she did would be on the magicams. The new 'hardware' would probably escape notice as long as there was nothing suspicious, but anything more and somebody would probably come to investigate. There was absolutely no way she'd be able to explain herself out of that predicament.

'Yup. You're fucked.'

She let her breath out in an amused bark. Despite the shy voice trying to scare her, the simple truth was that its claim was the literal goal. The males wouldn't hurt her, and hopefully there was a better result with her in here. Then she'd have progress, and soon success, and then the local population would be saved! She just had to wait for them to get here.

Her phone made a soft chime, startling her out of dozing. Secondary detection on the cameras, so something smaller than a felly, but big enough to warrant flagging it as an event.

She pinched the ether projection to zoom back out and spotted a zeil. The weasel-like creatures were known to socialize with feleoni, grooming them and playing and enjoying the leftovers from hunts. This little male was making happy little bounces at the frame, and was a common visitor here despite never getting any attention from the lifeless frame. They were about three feet long, so just tall enough if they stood on hind legs to climb onto a feleoni back.

Zelia turned on the sound and listened to the conversational and playful chirps and squeaks of the zeil. His presence was useful, since he'd groom and care for the real feathers and the fake fur were used on the frame. It meant that she didn't need to spend nearly as much time caring for it to keep it looking good. This male usually showed up in the mornings and straightened and tidied up everything from the aborted humping of each prior evening.

'And so NOW you remember that the males almost always only come here in the evenings and so you'll be stuck in here ALLLLLLLLLLL morning with no hope of success.'

Consider it a dry run then. Well, except for how wet she was from the whole idea. A chance to see if she could tolerate being in here for several hours before dealing with the possibility of hard, heavy humping from big, strong, winged feleoni.

'AAAAH! STOP ENJOYING THIS!'

She ignored the shy doubt trying to worm into her thoughts and watched the zeil. He'd given up again on trying to get the felly to play, so now he was rubbing against her front and chirring and checking over the wings. Not that there was anything out of place this morning. Zelia was up in the dark of the night grooming the fake feline to make sure it was presentable when she brought Gurt to brainstorm.

Ahh, that silly wolf. She honestly wouldn't've minded if he let her rub his tummy, entice his shaft from his sheath, and sit on it as an apology for punching him. But he had excellent insight into the problem and his idea gave her hope. She was confident this would work and help, so much so that it even gave her a happy little tickle on her sensitive, exposed lips.

Wait...

There was an actual tickle! Her eyes shot back open from her daydreaming about wolfcock to see that the zeil had definitely noticed the change this morning and was investigating with great interest. Confused and curious chirps came over the data stream as he snuffled around her exposed flesh, and finally started to lick at the wet fur.

She stifled a squeak. That definitely tickled more! Ooof... but as he licked more firmly, it also felt kind of good. Her eyes drifted half-shut and she missed the quiet, decreasing-toned 'doo-doonk' alert from her phone that she hadn't ever heard before. The zeil's tongue wasn't very big, but his licks were so very fast and nice on her long-neglected skin that a moan soon escaped her muzzle. This was very, very nice grooming.

The little stoat blinked a few times as the touch of his warm tongue stopped, and she glanced at the ether projection of the outside view as she sighed happily. Even if that was all she got from this, it was honestly kind of worth it from the exciting, new experiences. The projection was dim. Maybe the happy feelings and the extra blood in her head made her pupils contract.

The zeil was patting at and sniffing at her flanks. Well, the fake flanks of the big plush frame she was in, but still. Then he bounced a few times behind the frame before bouncing up and clinging front first to the rump, his short forelegs gripping the sides of the frame in a wide hug.

Zelia's eyes widened as she felt something, and with a squeak she poked the projection to pan and change the view. Her investigation zoomed in on the zeil's groin just in time for her to watch his erect shaft plunge into the wet hole in front of him.

Now her eyes shot even wider. She felt that!! Well, of course she did, because that was HER HOLE he was suddenly humping. Not that it was too much for her to feel. The smaller feral weasel only bore a few inches of length and little girth. But her hot, wet, soft insides were quite fine for his desires.

Even with only a tease of length to tickle her twat, she quickly found herself enjoying this more than she really thought she had a right to. But damn those rights, watching even this small little cock rapidly thrusting into her body in time with the slipping of skin against skin... it lit up all kinds of happy - taboo, but very happy - feelings within her.

Even the taboo was exciting. Even if it wasn't really too taboo. Nobody blinked an eye at somebody presenting to a male speechless to offer some fun. If he took them up on it, it was his choice and he'd likely enjoy it. This was kind of cheating though, since he didn't actually know she was in there. But he still had a choice, so it was okay. Just not ever something her shyness would let her admit to enjoying.

'You're a weasel. He's a weasel. You smell like a happy weasel. So of course he wants to hump you! Never thought of that, did you?'

She admittedly hadn't thought of this at all. Some pheromones in the world worked well across various species, even if some of those species were speechless. She bit her lip as she watched the shaft vanish into her wet hole over and over. This did feel good. Not super-satisfying, but very nice. Mmmmm... Bonus. It was a bonus.

Then he pressed close, his body shuddering in a wave from his nose to his tailtip. Zelia gasped as his balls jerked up in the projected image. Simultaneously she felt the inches of his flesh in her buck and jerk. A warm feeling inside her as he happily hilted and let loose his seed.

Now it was starting to feel much better. Hot and delightful, despite only the throbbing of his small cock to entice her. His tail twitched up with each little spurt, finally dropping lower and twitching less as his peak faded and his balls finally relaxed down again.

That last bit brought a surprised squeak from her. Oh ether, that felt REALLY good! Like a lightning bolt of good. Her ears wilted as he straightened his hind legs and pulled out, then climbed onto her rump... the... the frame's rump and chittered and chirred happily. Why'd he have to stop right when it suddenly felt the best? And why did that feel so good?!

She took a deep breath as she noticed that her exposed lips were much more engorged and spread now. The light pink was darker, and... Oh! There was her clit! Hi clit! Wow... that hadn't been touched in... well... since before she got to the college. But there it was, peeking proudly from the little crevasse it occupied at the bottom of the video, having just been very nicely fluffed by the zeil's balls as they relaxed.

Her ears felt warm and she was panting a little, feeling delightedly happy. Actually too happy... This was far more pleasant than she expected. It was like she could feel each molecule of the air drifting past the wet fur surrounding her spread flesh.

'Silly me! Did I completely forget about Zecu?'

Zecu? Whaaaa? Wasn't the debilitatingly-shy voice of terror and doubt supposed to make sense and try to scare her? What did an expensive party drug for mustelids have to do with fear and worry? She'd heard about it, and it was very expensive and difficult to obtain. The off-white powder was an aphrodisiac and sensation enhancer that only affected mustelids, especially weasels like her. It was very, very expensive, difficult to get, and even tougher to know if it was good or not. Its potency faded in a matter of a week.

It was only found by chance sometimes as dried chucks in holes in some big mushrooms. People went to the mushroom forests to search for the holes in hopes of finding a chunk of Zecu that was fresh. Then grind it into a powder and sell it to a broker for thousands. It was considered super-safe. Couldn't overdose on it, the effect just plateaued, but could last longer with a larger dose. Not too much longer though, since it was metabolised with a short half-life.

She was lucky enough to have a friend let her have some about a day before it was dead. It did admittedly feel kind of like this for the hour or two the happies lasted. Except this was more than she'd heard even the freshest Zecu powder could be.

'Remember what the friend said? The... rumor...?'

The ru... no way... ether, it couldn't be! Zecu was rumored to be the dried cum of lonely zeils that took the edge off in a squishy mushroom. But if that were the case... then... she just literally got a huge dose of Zecu from the absolute freshest source.

The next lick between her lips sent a jolt of pleasure that shocked her out of her thoughts. The feeling lent enough credibility to the rumors that she was fully willing to believe them now, as the zeil's tongue lashing made her moan loudly enough that she was very glad for the sound blocking spell.

Her eyes rolled back in delight at the magnified pleasure as she watched the close up projection of the weasel licking her encouragingly. Was he affected by his cum too? Is that why he wanted to lick it out of her? Or... or was he always affected because it was made inside him? Maybe that's why they liked humping mushrooms.

Then he jumped back onto her... rump again. It took him a moment to position himself as she watched and felt him slipping his tip along her folds to find her depths. Then she moaned again as he drove himself in.

The moan ended in a delighted gasp as the thrust made his dangling balls immediately find her clit. Her claws dug against the inside lining of the plush frame as she both watched and felt the smaller weasel quite enjoying himself in...

Doo-doonk! 'Battery 0%' the phone displayed, interrupting the view as it shut itself down, leaving her in pitch blackness now. The sounds of the outside that came in through the ether projection - breezes and birds and bugs and an ecstatically chirring weasel - were all gone, leaving her with only the woosh of blood and the gasps of her breath.

Cutting off all the other senses left her extra-attuned to the physical and tactile feelings though. This male didn't pack a lot, but what he had was definitely sliding the distance into her hot depths. She could feel every change in angle as his hips rocked rapidly. Every slip of his skin within her velvety passage. She tensed and squeezed him in anticipation just before the last half inch hilted each time, then gasped at the reward of his fuzzy, and now nicely soggy-furred balls bouncing against her extra-sensitive clit.

This time she could feel the shudder through his body when he buried himself fully for the last time. The subtle and rapid beat of his pulse through his shaft. The immensely-satisfying rub across her clit as his balls pulled up, pressed close and tight to her body. And finally the bucks and jerks as he greatly enjoyed giving her another dose of his all-natural drug.

It felt SOOOOOOOOOO soooo good! She just... wanted... to...

Then he pulled out before he even finished his pulsing spurts. She felt a last string of his cum hit her spread split, and then nothing.

Her breath came out in a woosh. Ether! That felt sooooo good! And yet... unsatisfying. She was tight and warm enough for him to cum twice, but his lacking length and girth left her wanting. She had to admit, she wasn't even close to her own peak. At least she was pretty sure she wasn't. It'd been years, so she really didn't know anymore.

She panted as the seconds ticked by. Then minutes. Maybe minutes? She realized that she had an interesting problem. She had no awareness of the outside world, and with her phone fully out of power, she had no idea what time it was. There was no way to know when it was safe to leave.

Well, porf.

She briefly considered a scrying spell, but the cameras were magicams and would pick that up easily. The only hope was to try to keep half a sense of time and then take a chance when it seemed safest. She had ten hours to aim for during the day, so odds would be in her favor. Probably about the time she got hungry or had to pee would be good.

That... That stupid, silly, wonderful, awesone zeil. She missed it already. Maybe if he kept it up for long enough, she'd manage to cu...uuuuUUUU---EEEE!

She was once again immensely glad for the sound barrier as something touched her pussy. Oh god, she was so sensitive. The feeling was turned up to 11, and she couldn't even really make sense of what exactly was happening as something barely slid in. It was still for a moment, then went away.

Was it small? Maybe the zeil came back? It maybe felt about the same size, but it was so difficult to tell. Even though his few inches hadn't been satisfying simply due to a lack of rubbing much in her, the cum dose made the second go feel huge. She glanced where her phone should be, wishing she'd remembered to plug it in so she could watch. The thought of watching that cock slip back into her was sooooo...

The next touch was warmer, and definitely MUCH bigger than the zeil! The amplification made the small girth and length of the little male feel huge, and made this serviceable appendage feel even bigger.

Zelia's breath pulled in completely as an unknown amount of hot flesh pressed slowly into her depths. The feel was so very amplified, like it was a foot wide. The tiny bit of logical mind left functioning told her that it couldn't be. That wouldn't fit past the hole in the frame, let alone in her. Then pressure on her hips through the padded sides, squeezing and holding the frame as the flesh drove in ever so delightfully.

It was apparent a few seconds and a few inches later that this tapered, tickly-textured shaft was not going to stop at the same depth as the zeil. The needy whine that escaped her lips as she clenched around the shaft, caused it to pause, and then push more firmly. It hilted at full depth, driving her to cry out happily as much, much bigger balls bumped her button. Then the owner of those balls and the cock that lay buried deep inside her gave an extra thrust as she squeezed in reaction.

As the new male started to push and rock into her - slowly at first but quickly with greater vigor - it occurred to her that this had to be one of the feleoni males! The zeil's behavior and noises must've caught his attention. This was wonderful! He'd been cautious at first, probably because of the difference than before, but now he was obviously very excited about it. The full force of his thrusts were barely rocking the frame and the squeeze on her hips from his powerful grip around the waist of the fake female kept him close.

She could imagine his body hunched over the frame, intently driving into the hole. It was not a boring hole now. It was exciting to him and he wanted to breed it! Though it wasn't really a female feleoni, he would be perfectly satisfied dumping his seed into it, then waiting perhaps a day and doing it again. If he did it enough, there would be a cub, right? It wouldn't be here, but his seed would be taken to the females and placed, and then there would hopefully be cubs.

Though she knew the look of each male's cock by heart, the extra chemicals she was affected by now made it nearly impossible to feel exactly what the features were. Well, beyond amazingly good, at least. Oh, ether, she was gonna...

Her face buried in her arms and she tried to muffle her happy cry despite the silencing spell. Her muscles shuddered and her velvety depths clenched as a wave of ecstasy rolled over her. It was the first time she'd cum since starting the magic college, and more, it was the first time she'd ever cum with an actual real, living male inside her.

It obviously affected the male too. He drove himself in fully for her milking grip. Then an almost electric jolt through her as his big balls pulled past her clit and that precious, precious male feleoni cum spurted into her depths. She wasn't even too aware of how long she was cumming, but she wasn't done when the grip on her hips loosened and the male pulled out, his load given and some dripping down past her clit.

Oh, Gurt, you perfect genius! This was the goal. Now to just pull away a little and give a good squeeze, and it should drip down into the collector. She was surprised at how little she felt dripping already. Her capacity to hold it must be better with the...

Her thoughts were interrupted as there was pressure on the small of her back and another hot shaft drove itself in with no poking or prodding forewarning. This male felt different. The tip was bulbous and quite tantalizing deep inside her, while the shaft was thin and lightly textured the whole way in. Then a new grip on her hips and it slid fully out.

Oh no! This male lost interest, like before? That was not goo... Eeee?

A poke at her rear again, but too high. Her eyes shot open at the pressure under her tail, forcing the tight muscle there to loosen and soon allow the tip to slip in. The stoat bit her lip in surprise as the male made good use of the fact that the tightness was only at the entrance and his shaft was the same width for its full length. Only this and the copious lubrication from the proper poke before he missed kept her from crying out in pain. It definitely wasn't comfortable though and she had to breath deeply as her eyes watered and her ass clenched against the invader.

This male thankfully only took two full thrusts before he pulled mostly out, then rocked just a few inches in rapidly. She gritted her teeth and tried to fight against the urge to squeeze, as it only made it worse for her. After just a half dozen of these short, rocking thrusts, the male's cock began to buck and spray its seed under her tail. This was unfortunate. That wouldn't be usable at all. Oooo! But he CAME IN HER! He didn't just lose interest! So it was at least half a win.

She could feel the first male's cum dripping further and she was able to barely pull away from the bottom surface of the hole and let the glob roll down her curves and drip off into the collector. She panted and then finally relaxed as the current male pulled out. Okay, so if there were two males, there might be as many as all five of them. Since the...

Erf. Her train of thought had to pause at the discomfort under her tail. If she did this again, she'd definitely have to block that hole rather than let an inexperienced male miss by accident. Hooo...

Since moving too much might startle them away, she'd have to try to hold as much as she could inside until she was sure they were either all done, or pretty sure they were gone. Then she could...

The pressure on the back of the frame and the grip around the plush waist was unmistakable this time. This was the full weight and grip of the fourpaw put into use. This time there was an aiming prod that made her gasp and shudder when it drove past her clit. Then the second poke lodged in the right place. The power of feral hips drove numerous ridges along the length of this shaft into her in a heartbeat and the balls that mashed into her clit bore some definite weight behind the soft sack. It was very much stretching her capacity, but thankfully she could handle it. Barely.

The whole frame definitely rocked this time as the male pounded into her like a jackhammer, pulling out until just the tip of his tapered flare was in, then driving the full length of his heat in needfully, each ridge that tugged at her silky flesh driving her to new heights. The cap behind the head of this cock was pulling the cum of the first one out quickly, and she had to think fast, tilting her hips to let the valuable fluid flow between her body and the frame's edge.

A side effect of this tilt was to change the angle of her entrance, pushing down on the top of the male at the opening and pressing his tip much more firmly against its front side inside her. Bits of flesh rubbed in all the right ways for both of them and as he slammed in a last time and bucked powerfully, her delighted body quickly began squeezing and milking the fluids he provided. This time more copious of a quantity, but deeper inside, so there would be more effort to squeeze it out later.

With the zecu in her system straight from the source, she was in a blissful haze as the third male pulled out, leaving a very sloppy dribble of cum flowing from her. Zelia panted softly and her ears twisted, though she still couldn't hear a thing. Moments ticked by with nothing more, but it was far too difficult to determine how long. She focused and tried to stay better aware of time so she could know when it was safe to leave, since the males seemed to be gone. The sample was as collected as it could be and she realized that she was going to be quite sticky with her flesh exposed to the air like that.

It was not nearly long enough before another touch on her though. Oh good, a male probably returned. The warmth of firm flesh touching and pushing in was delightful, though she was definitely a tad sticky now. But the still juicy insides lubed everything up nicely and the much tighter feeling at her entrance as he finished slipping his full length in was very nice.

This male seemed more unsure, staying still for a long moment, but then he pulled out and started humping properly, much more slowly than the prior males.

It was a nice change of pace for her too, the build up not nearly as frantic with the steady thrusts, though this male didn't hilt on every push so she didn't get the balls bumping her sensitive button. But the pushes were growing more urgent, and the feel of tightness at the depth of each one was greater.

She could feel happy little twitches and throbs from his flesh, and especially a lot of little ones as he paused for what seemed like too long, nearly fully in. Then a steady push that stretched her opening wide and filled her well, making her gasp. More happy twitches from him and a delightful rub of fuzzy balls against her clit as he ground his shaft within her, barely pulling it out and pressing it back in as the bulge at the base kept things tight.

The firm fluff-covered sack rubbing at her clit drew a squeak from her and the flow of rhythmic clenches as she tumbled happily into another orgasm. The male joined in, his balls pulling up and rubbing her more with each throb of his cock in her depths, releasing more of the sample she sought. He continued to grind in her, keeping her happies flowing with the rubs she got as his juices flowed deeply into her as well.

Then she rolled into an aftershock of sensation, giving a tight squeeze to him again. He froze after a small outward tug, not moving any longer as her body milked him of fluids. Only after many minutes when she was relaxed again and he was done throbbing and filling her depths did he very slowly pull out.

Zelia waited several minutes again, and when no further touches came, she tilted her hips and gave a squeeze to push the last of the fluids out and let them dribble down into the collector. She froze for a moment as she felt wafts of air on her exposed skin, but nothing touched her. After a bit, she finished squeezing out as much as she thought she could and pressed herself back into place with a small huff.

That was... four male feleoni probably since it didn't feel like the same one twice at any point? So there was the possibility that the fifth would visit. If he didn't, she still had to try to track time. How long had it been? An hour? Maybe two? She'd err on the long side. Getting out while the cameras were on would not be good at all, and she just had to wait until around nine for them to turn off.

Minutes and then more ticked by with no further action. Thoughts and daydreams of the projection of the zeil filled her mind in the silent darkness, and then imaginings of the fellies finally doing the right thing with the frame.

Her daydreams shattered with a little snrk of a snore and her ears went back as she realized that she'd dozed. Was it late enough yet? Too late? There... Huh...

There was a tiny smudge of light on the inner bottom surface in front of her. It looked odd in the otherwise-dark interior. She stared at it wonderingly for a long moment, then her ears perked. Putting a finger into the light, she traced it back up to a tiny hole in the frame that sunlight was coming through. The pinhole let barely any light in, and probably only from this angle. But the nearly vertical track meant it was near noon. She could get out now!

She took a deep breath and reached back, just pushing on the flank panel until the clips released and it plopped to the ground. First one leg, then the other left the back end of the frame before she pulled her body out and stood blinking away the noon brightness after those hours in darkness.

A long stretch was the first order of business, followed by some grooming through the fur between her legs. She wouldn't be able to completely clean up until she was back at the dorms, but she was able to tug some of the dried kitty cream out of her fur and make herself more comfortable at least.

Zelia went to the nearby supply stash and got a clean collection container, then retrieved the one from the frame, happy to see that it had some properly-preserved contents. She tucked it in her arm pouch and placed the clean collector in, then as an afterthought she climbed partly back into the frame to retrieve the normal stimulation sleeve and her phone, the latter going into her arm pouch.

"Well, now that's a pretty sight," Gurt drawled from behind her.

The stoat backed out of the frame, horribly shy again. "G-Gurt!" But she was just doing normal maintenance. This was fine, nothing suspicious!

Gurt grinned, then swallowed and looked guilty. "Oh... ether..." he murmured. He took a deep breath and looked like he'd bitten a stink capsule. "So... Zelly..." His eyes dropped, and then he spotted the sample container. "Wait, what is that?"

She perked as she remembered it. "It worked! Your idea worked! They were just bored with the feel, so I..." Her eyes darted to the side guiltily. "I found a better feel for them aaaaand they used it properly." Yeah, that would work for an explanation. She quickly stuck the sleeve back in place and closed the side panel before grabbing the sample.

"Worked..." he said, his ears twisting in that thinking mode again and the whites of his eyes showing. "Ah, Zelly... I..." He swallowed and looked at the frame. "That's no..."

She was too excited to stay and listen to him, even though he was acting super-odd. "It's so great! It's gonna save the feleoni and then there will be some your males who can stay near the females and some young females who can come here to the males and the population will recover and I bet I'll need to get more sample from the males and I'll figure that out soon but right now I want to go and get this to the Master and let him know that everything will be okay and my work is a success and it's all thanks to you you great big wonderful wolf! Come on, let's go!"

He was bowled over by the breathless exclamations of the excited stoat and then suddenly grabbed by the hand and pulled through the portal she opened back to the college arrival area.

"W-wait, wait, Zelly!" he stumbled and got his bearings, but couldn't keep up with her retreating back.

"IT WORK...!" Zelia started to exclaim as she burst into the Master's study. Then she pulled up short as she saw that three other students were present and acting scolded as they looked up from what they were writing.

"Too... fast..." Gurt gasped, panting as he stumbled in through the door behind her.

"Ahh, Zelia," Master Gickins said, coming in from his more private office. He was a massive ram, even having to duck under the door frame, and quite imposing when standing. "I see Gurt found you while cleaning up the mess he caused, and hopefully has apologized properly, and now you are ready for feedback and next steps."

"She ran all the way here before I could say a word," Gurt said, flopping into the fourth chair.

"Oh, I see. Well, then I suppose we should start from the top. Would you like to explain while I get the recording, Gurt?" The huge ram was commanding, not asking, and didn't wait for an answer as he walked across the room.

"Zelly, so... I said that I'd send some more guys to check the... the..." He paused to take a deep breath. "...to check the thing, and see how it felt and if they thought that it was not good enough. So they could give you ideas on how to make it better."

"AS Gurt was saying," the Master boomed in a loud voice, "he decided to try to prank his friends here as well as gather... shall we say... rather unusual data points for you." He slammed a magiprojector on the desk, making the tiger, racoon, and even the big fourpawed gryphon who were writing jump and shy away.

The ram continued. "His plan involved such intricacies as getting the footage after making sure they went while the magicams were monitoring, asking them to give their best effort at enjoying it when he was certain they'd be working for fun through a haze of mediocrity. Then some wholehearted laughing at the footage."

Master Gickins snorted derisively, a wide frown crossing his face. "He didn't take into account that this would be disruptive to the project and disrespectful to them and you." Then his expression softened and he almost smiled at Zelia. "Nor did he account for the possibility that you would implement new collection hardware so quickly and..."

He gave a disapproving glare to the four others, causing them to shrink on themselves. But then he let out a hearty laugh. "And with such apparent effectiveness, based on the video." His glare returned in the direction of the males. "You're still in trouble, but not as much since that was genuinely amusing to watch."

Zelia was trying to digest this all in her mind. Not everything was said, but there was enough context to give her a distinct sinking feeling that her sample collection had gone quite awry.

The ram looked at the three males. "Okay, since she's here now, we'll review this and you can provide feedback at the same time. You'll still give your written feedback too, which should be less-distracted by the replay." He activated the projector. "Everybody in," he announced, then vanished.

Zelia watched the four guys wince and vanish, then she steeled herself and entered the projection.

The sun lay low in the sky and grass was beneath her feet, but she couldn't feel it. This was just a recorded projection and was not in interaction mode for her, so she didn't touch anything. And just ahead was the fake female feleoni frame.

"Is that zeil doing what I think it's doing?" the tiger asked as they walked around behind the frame as a group.

Gurt dropped to his haunches and peered long and hard at the humping weasel's vanishing act part. "Yep. The zeil is a he, and he's definitely enjoying the new thing."

"There we are," the gryphon said, lifting a forepaw to point up the path in the distance. The recording versions of the three males were approaching.

Zelia swallowed nervously and walked over to beside the hips of the frame, turning her back on Gurt and making a show of examining the front of the fake female so she wouldn't be super-tempted to watch the vanishing weasel bits too.

"True, true. Okay, Gurt, go ahead and give your observations about the prior equipment," the Master said.

"What?" The wolf was disinclined to pull his attention away from the view of weaselly humping that was going on. "Oh!" He started watching the weasel action again. "Well, the original one that I tried was pretty much sad. It wasn't very tight, it was cool against me, and once I was past the opening, there was nothing to rub against inside."

Then he realized that he wasn't supposed to be paying attention to that, so he pulled his eyes away and looked at Zelia's back instead. His gaze couldn't help but trace down her body though, especially since he was low enough to get a nice view down there. "Like I told her, I pushed in and was pretty much instantly..." his eyes narrowed briefly as he focused on her crotch. "...bored," he managed to finish, one of his ears flicking just ever so slightly as he snuck views both at the boffing weasel image and the real stoat.

"True, true. It's effective for a lot of livestock, but we haven't had any success with the feleoni," Master Gickins agreed.

Gurt yelped in surprise and fell over backwards as the zeil spotted the approaching group in the video, so panicked and jumped off, leaving a last splash of his cum to hit the outside of the hole he'd just been in and the rest of it in a trail to the distance.

Zelia startled and spun on the wolf, catching the end of his topple and the peek of his tip from watching the weasel. Her ears went back in shyness and she reached out to offer Gurt a hand up.

The ram hmmed. "Odd that the zeil was enticed by it, but it does show that the new collection device is more exciting than the original. Do you have any insight into this, Zelia?"

"What, me?!" she squeaked, yanking her hand back and letting the poor wolf fall on his tail again with a sad yelp. "Oh! Sorry, Gurt." She focused exclusively on helping him up for real and took the moment to think of an excuse. "Well, zeils are similar to stoats like me... and since I... ah... touched the new... device... to install it! It probably had some of my scent on it..." She took a deep breath, realizing that wouldn't cover the zeil's behavior. "And I... um... might've enjoyed watching Gurt test the old one so my pheromone smell was there... from before I left," she said ever so quietly.

"True, true. That could definitely do it," the ram said musingly. "Your scent would linger in the area. So it probably won't happen again with the zeil."

"He might," Gurt murmured, drawing Zelia's attention to the fact that his nose was far closer to her crotch than her shyness would accept. She took a step back. Worse, she realized he was right. If she was in the frame, the zeil would almost definitely try again. Not that Gurt could possibly know why. Could he?

"Explain," the Master said.

Zelia opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Gurt was quick to answer though. "Well, I did study zeils at least, and they don't forget willing partners. So this one will possibly try again with the fake feleoni, and it's not like a mating frame will tell him no."

"Hmmm... True, true. Honestly, zeils are not in my expertise," the ram said, "but that makes sense. Thankfully the extra donation won't hurt any feleoni samples."

She thought about this. She'd never heard it about zeils either. In fact, aside from locations, she was pretty sure zeils had horrible recollection for other creatures. But the logic sounded good enough and saved her a lot of worry.

"We're here!" the gryph said of the video group.

"True, true. Okay, I know you were all quick at testing," the Master said. "I want you to give any pertinent feedback to Zelia during the recording of your performance. What you liked about the setup, what you didn't like, and anything that could improve it."

Gurt's ears were wiggling again, and him thinking up things wasn't always the best of signs. "Zelly, you should make sure you have a good view of the interaction between their shapes and the new equipment," he suggested.

"True, true," the ram agreed. "You're the one who knows the new equipment best, and the feleoni need the best chance they can get. Zelia, I expect you to pay close attention. Remember, you can't touch the projection, and it's just a recording, so no need to worry about being in the way."

She gulped again and fidgeted as the three males in the projection arrived. But she moved to be behind the frame to observe. Her pussy in the projection had a dollop of zeil cum on it and her fur color did match the fur of the frame decently. It looked like it belonged there. A wet feleoni female waiting to be filled.

"I dunno," the projected tiger said, startling the stoat. "Gurt said this was a sad excuse for a mock up, but it looks surprisingly realistic to me." He dropped to his haunches behind the frame and peered at it. "You can see where the frame fur changes to the device inside. I wonder why there's an anus. Do they expect the feleoni males to miss or is it for show or what? Is that cum already?"

"Maybe that zeil that ran off liked it better than the fellies," the raccoon suggested, squatting beside the tiger. He reached out and traced his fingers along the exposed lips of the device. "It's warm and soft and quite slippery," he said, slipping the tip of a finger into the hole to feel it better.

The real raccoon nodded. "The way Gurt described it, we were expecting a plastic bag or something. The new device was fun enough just putting my finger in it." Sure enough, the raccoon in the projection was starting to slip from his sheath.

"Gurt's weird sometimes, but not a bad wolf," the tiger said as the raccoon pulled his finger out. "He's trying to help Zelia, so let's do what we can to help too." He stepped closer to the frame, his own tapered and spined shaft halfway out of his sheath.

"You'll never be able to see anything from there," the real Gurt told the stoat. "We all saw this recording already. Go ahead and get on all fours behind the frame so you can look up from below. Not like you can hit the projection's legs. You'll be able to see the whole time and you can lean to the side to see from that angle if you need to."

"B-But..." Zelia protested.

"True, true. You can't see through his body, so Gurt is correct once more," Master Gickins observed.

She took a deep breath and dropped to all fours, having to mentally remind herself that she couldn't touch the projection before she stuck her head through the projected tiger's thighs just in time to see him press his tip against her projected lips. She watched in awe as the spined head parted her pussy folds and pressed into her exposed hole.

"Not bad so far," he said as he pushed further, stopping before his sheath hit. "In fact, this feels... pretty good," he huffed, grabbing the hips of the frame. His cock slowly slid out of his sheath and deeper into the frame as he held on. Then he paused, backing his body away as his cock continued to slip further from his sheath."Oh, ether, it's squeezing me!"

Zelia could see the tensing of her pussy just before the tiger drove himself fully in, his fuzzy balls bouncing against her clit. She gulped at the sight and inadvertently ducked a little lower to try to see under the sack as he gave an extra push for good measure.

The real tiger spoke up. "I wasn't expecting it to be so nice, after how Gurt described it. The squeeze definitely enticed me in," he said as his projection leaned over the frame and held the fake feline hips more firmly, thrusting delightedly into the hole. "I wasn't too excited at the start, but the device inside was honestly really, really effective."

She saw her projected pussy start to pulse and the tiger's projection hilted himself into it before his balls yanked up and he yowled happily.

"I didn't even remember being that loud," the real male said, embarrassed as his projection panted and stepped back. "So, I don't know how much was because of the odd request to hump a semen collection frame, and how much was because of the quality of the new sleeve device inside, but honestly I'd say the new device is a winner. Warm, soft inside, nice and smooth and tight. I'm pretty sure a feleoni would love it, but I can't really compare it to the old version."

The projected raccoon had been rubbing himself during the tiger's go. When he stepped forward and steadied himself on the top of the frame, he just lined himself up with a hand before rocking his hips forward and hilting his whole length.

"Hmmmm. I still wonder why it has a real-looking ass," he murmured, squeezing the hips of the frame curiously and pulling his thin shaft out. "Maaaaybe..."

A quick shift of his hips and he pushed the bulbous tip of his cock against that puckered hole. "Erf, tight," he muttered as he pushed harder, and soon forced his way past the muscular opening. Once his tip was in, it was a smooth slide for the rest of his well-lubed shaft to follow. "I don't think this was designed to be used," he said as he gave two long thrusts, then left just a few inches in. "May as well finish though."

The real raccoon nodded. "It felt like it was trying to push me out the whole time," he said as his projection started giving rapid, short pushes to rub his most sensitive section of his shaft with the tight muscular opening. "I guess that makes sense, if the goal is to make sure the male feleoni will mate with new females properly, and you can't get the fake female to swat them for missing. I'd suggest maybe block off that hole completely if it doesn't have a purpose, or try to find a different way to discourage its use."

His cock length bucked rapidly in the projection as he filled the top hole with raccoon seed, and Zelia watched as her puss tilted a little and left some room for the seed dripping down her cunny to flow into the frame. She should've been noticing the cum sticking to the faux fur and thinking of a repellent spell for it in the future, but she was too distracted by the sight of cock in her.

Wait! No! She was... AH! She knew that she'd have a new actual device in there and it would drain inward. That was it. Right.

"Well, get out of the way and let an actual fourpaw try now," the projected gryphon said, shouldering the raccoon aside and rearing up over the frame before getting the hips in a tight grip with leonine forepaws as he leaned on the back of it. "Huh, sturdy construction," he said, impressed.

"Are you even gonna fit?" the raccoon jibed.

The little stoat stared at the long, thick gryphon cock that hung over her head. A mushroom-like cap flared an inch behind the tapered tip and firm, fleshy ridges alternated between the sides and the center along the widening length. Oh dear. This was... Huh... The first poke missed and the tip slid down past her very alert clit in the projection, stopping at the space between her body and the plush of the frame.

"Or even hit?" the masked male teased further.

"Shut your yapper or after this I'll bend you over and show you what hitting it is," the gryphon growled, finding the spot and getting his tip to slip in. "Just like this!"

Zelia squeaked in surprise as the gryphon's feline haunches tensed and the whole length of flesh from tip to gryphon groin vanished into her projected body in a fraction of a second. The frame rocked forward as furred orbs and powerful hips collided with a sensitive stoat button in the recording. Good ether, she remembered THAT moment from reality!

"Ether, dude, just friendly teasing! Don't break the thing!" the raccoon exclaimed.

"If it breaks, then it was well-tested," the winged male decreed, hunching himself further and starting up full length pushes that only ended with his hips colliding with the frame's furred, padded rear.

She'd never thought she'd ever see so very, very much cock vanishing into a cunt... HER cunt... so rapidly. EVER. The cupped flare near his tip was pulling all the prior tiger milk out to dribble down the brown fur. Her eyes couldn't leave the sight as the anatomy behind the hole tilted again to leave space at the bottom between the fur and the frame.

"Hooooo, ether, that..." The gryphon male interrupted himself with a massive push and a loud scree before his balls tugged up to his body as he unloaded deep inside the clenching pussy his flesh filled.

"You okay, bud?" The projected raccoon asked in awe as the gryphon pulled out and climbed off the frame.

"I'm good. Hooo, I'm great," he said.

The real gryphon spoke up. "So, yeah, sorry I snapped at you," he told the raccoon. "That was absolutely perfect. Though the opening through the frame to the sheath is a bit small for me. I could feel the edges against my thickest part," he admitted. "The frame is really well built. I know I'm bigger than a feleoni, and it held me just fine."

"You can put your tail down, dear," Gurt murmured quietly to Zelia, giving her rump a pat.

She blinked back the shock and stood straight up in surprise. That... that was the three males... not feleoni. It was a failure. A really, REALLY arousing failure... the knowledge that she'd been IN that frame and that was her pussy they were pouding. And ass. She threw a grumpy glance at the raccoon. Except... Wait, there were four males, so maybe...?

"I dunno what Gurt thought was bad about this," the projected tiger said. "Hell, if this doesn't work for the feleoni, give it to me and I'll enjoy it."

"So would I," the gryph projection admitted, turning to leave. "Well, let's go see what the wolf was on about then." The three of them headed back the way they'd come.

Zelia took a breath. "Then a feleoni used it after that?" she asked the ram.

He shook his head, lifting a hand to point around. "No, no other males used it. Okay, so what do you three think of it compared to the prior collection device?" he asked the others.

They all shrugged. "None of us tried the old fitting," the tiger pointed out.

The massive ram huffed, shook his head, and looked around. "True, true. Fine then. I did. Not in the frame, mind you, but I wouldn't trust an untested device to important creatures that we need to save," he said, eyeing Zelia with unspoken disapproval at the fact that she technically had. "I couldn't ask other people to test it for me, so I did it myself. Since I have experience with the prior fitting, I'll set this projection to interactive and test this one as well for a clear comparison. Watch where you step, you'll be able to touch things in the recording now," he advised them as he opened his robe to reveal anatomy that wouldn't fit in most large gryphon females even. He didn't sound too extremely thrilled with the idea, but he was true to his nature about demanding the best.

The stoat went from dazed lack of understanding of how there wasn't another male - she distinctly remembered four, didn't she? - to blinking at the Master's package. My how the college had changed since the runes were finally removed.

The gryphon coughed lightly. "I barely fit past the hole through the frame, Master, and frankly, you make me look like spaghetti."

The ram paused and mused. "Hmmm..... hmmmmmm... true, true... No way I would fit through the hole, so no way to test it in the frame." He seemed pleased that he was off the hook.

"Well, you could just remove the device from the frame here in the projection to test it then?" Gurt asked innocently, surreptitiously watching the stoat as her nose went pale and she looked ready to faint. The magicams recorded everything, even inside the frame. Normally nobody even went into a full projection like this, or peeked in the frame, let alone set a projection to interactive mode. Opening the frame in the recording would reveal her to all of them.

"True... true..." the ram said with a huff, stuck again with the task. He went to the flank and started to feel to find the seam so he could open it, but the wolf touched the back of his hand to stop him.

"Master Gickens, it's obvious you're not keen on this idea," Gurt said diplomatically. "I can't handle the thought of having goaded you into it, despite the opportunity presented for all of us to see you impale a fake sex sleeve with mutton meat massive enough to split it open. I did test the old device this morning, right Zelly?"

She nodded rapidly, unable to say anything.

"So I can do this test for you here for comparison and save you the stress," Gurt finished, gently pulling the Master's hand off the frame and casually stroking his cock to show that he was not joking. "I assure you that I am one of the leading experts on carnal endeavors here at the college, as my infamous number of moat trips shows."

"Hmmm... True, true. Not a soul here didn't know of your splashdowns," the massive ram murmured. "I would be reluctant to trust the observations of most people, but your... credentials... are impressive." He smiled, relieved. "Please feel free to make use of the recording data. The comparison won't be perfect, since it's just based on a recording, but it will be useful."

"Absolutely, master," Gurt said as he stepped behind the frame. "Zelly, you should probably watch it closely to make sure it's in good condition while I work it."

"True, true. Please do," the ram told her.

She gulped and moved to the side as Gurt tugged his sheath down past his soft knot. He aimed his tip and pressed his full length in, only stopping when his sheath was settled between the lips.

"Hmmm," Gurt said thoughtfully. "The prior device was a decent idea. It was implemented so that the male would be stimulated by passing through the opening, and that should be fine for many males. We use ringed fingers sometimes after all," he said, making a motion with his fingers like jacking off. "This one has a distinct feeling of depth and completeness. Warmth that the prior one didn't have. A subtle feeling that provides an excellent sense of realism."

He took a deep breath, as if trying to relax, then leaned back a little and started thrusting slowly and steadily. Only to the top of his knot for two out of every three, and then sinking the growing knot on each third press in. "It seems to self-lubricate better than the prior system too. It was a little sticky at first, but it's getting slipperier," he said as he increased his pace.

"The one this morning was an instant turn off when I pushed into it, but this one is quite nice, and I'm on the edge even from just this," Gurt said, pausing before his knot.

Zelly watched the twitches and subtle throbs in his shaft as he pushed firmly and drove his knot in. When his hips met the back of the frame, he ground into the hole, balls tight against everything there. Then the fuzzy orbs twitched and yanked up time and time again as the wolf made a discrete grunt of satisfaction and rocked his hips to keep the feeling flowing.

Her mind was running way too fast with the implications though. This was a projection! The recording was made hours ago, but... what he did here seemed to match up with what she felt back then. That shouldn't happen. Everything was completely confounding at the moment.

"That is very satisfying," Gurt decided, sucking in a quick breath and holding very still, his ears twisting in thought as he looked at the little stoat. He pulled his phone out of his spellpouch and poked at it as he spoke. "It's very difficult to quantify the improvement, but I can say that it's substantial. I wouldn't come back to the prior sleeve, but I agree, if this doesn't work for the fellies, I'd love it for my own fun."

His eyes were watching her this whole time, and he barely hid his sly intent behind feigned innocence. "The difference between the previous sleeve and this one is from this morning to now, so at least decent recollection. I want to compare it to a real female in case there are any details that can be improved. Zelia, if you're up for helping me with this really quickly?"

'WHAT?!' her shyness exclaimed. 'No way! Nuh uh! He's just trying to bone you on the sly!' But her tail twitched subtly in excitement at the thought.

"You're only saying that because you want to do her," the raccoon accused him.

"Definitely not. If that were the case, would I suggest that you three do it too if she's okay with it?" he asked, his ear twitching in time with the excited twitches of her tail as her shy fought to make her run away. "Then you could provide your feedback on getting the device to feel more like a real female too."

Gurt watched as the battle raged in the stoat, and just before she was ready to squeak and run to hide, he interrupted her thought process with a small bark. "This is a critical project to her. I'm so serious in fact," he said, taking a deep breath and raising a hand. "I swear on the ether that this request is for Zelia's benefit and that it would be good if she lets us get the comparison between the frame experience and her now." There was a sparkle of the geis testing him, and then nothing. He wasn't lying.

"The oath holds true," the ram said. "Zelia, it's up to you of course, but I strongly encourage it since Gurt thinks that the comparison may provide better ideas for your new device."

The shyness tried to claw its ground back against the combination of extreme temptation of being able to let loose, the fact that the wolf went to the effort to ether swear, and Master Gickins thought this was a good plan. Honestly, mostly the extreme temptation. It lost its grip in short order and she stood up to nod excitedly before she ran out of nerve. "It's for the best for the feleoni, I'll do it!" she exclaimed.

"Great," Gurt said. "That will require the four of us and some time. Master Gickins, you can stay to supervise."

The ram looked rather consternated. "True, true. I..."

"It's okay, Master," Gurt said happily. "I understand that you have other things to do but are driven by a desire to stay because of the importance of this project. I can stay and guide the testing. I have substantial experience with such things, as I'm certain you're aware from Tyler's project. We'll be successful." He set the phone on the frame that he was still buried balls-deep in and saluted the ram jovially.

"True, true. Well, then, I shall be on my way and leave you five to testing as long as you need. I'm taking the projection out of interactive mode for safety." He adjusted his robes, then made a motion with his hand and vanished from the projection world.

Master Gickins rubbed around the base of a horn and sat heavily at his desk, glancing at the projector on it. He didn't know all the details of this situation, but this was great progress and time was running short for collecting the samples.

But ether, he was well aroused from the events so far. His performance wasn't needed there though, and couldn't be justified, so he'd just end up even worse off had he stayed. Not that he'd fit in poor little Zelia anyway.

"Knock, knock," a deep voice murmured from the open door of his office. "Master Gickins?"

"Mistress Jula!" he exclaimed, scooting his chair closer to the desk to hide the bulge in his robes as the massive tigress stepped in and closed the door, setting the privacy spell on it. His ear flicked at the import of her actions. Serious Business. "How can I help you?"

"I wanted to let you know that Gurt approached the other three with my approval from a Magical Psychology course standpoint. You will not need to file any official discipline reports," she said, walking around his desk and putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Gurt also informed me that you might appreciate my presence to watch the research they're performing right now."

"That's good to hear. But... your presence to watch the re...?" His words cut to dead silence as her robes hit the desk in a pile.

"Or if you'd rather watch it alone and take... manual notes, I can leave you to it. But I think both of us could benefit from the observations together," she purred deeply, turning his chair to face her massive striped form in naught but fur.

He took a deep breath, then chuckled, outplayed, and perfectly fine with it. "True, true..."

"Okay," Gurt said, pulling his slick length out of the frame with a happy huff. "Let's see. We'll have you first, then you, then me, then you," he said, pointing in order to the raccoon, then the tiger, then the gryphon after himself.

"Why that order?" the gryph asked, clenching his hind toes in frustration as his rigid shaft hung under his belly.

"Cum volume and stuff," Gurt explained. "Start at small volume and work up. You're also rather big compared to her and if she can't take it, she could get sore trying. And finally you're obviously really horny right now, which will encourage the three of us to be quick in testing so you won't just jump on us from impatience while we're testing. Though..."

His eyes flicked to the frame briefly, then to the stoat who was sneaking peeks at the gryphon's cock, and his ears laid to the side for a moment, then perked up high. "It occurs to me that your anatomical shape is very useful for pulling cum out from inside. And... Hmmmm..." He grabbed his phone and poked it some more.

"Okay, new plan," Gurt said. "We'll use timing for testing purposes. Same order mostly. You, then you, but then Ty, then you. But more importantly, each person will have a limited time to finish. All three of you obviously did it really fast in the sleeve, so it shouldn't be a problem. If you can't do it fast in her, then maybe the sleeve is already superior. If any part of her here now is better, we'll get that data."

Zelia stood with one arm down straight and the other across behind her to hold it. She wasn't quite following what Gurt was saying as she was still trying to come to terms with the idea that she was about to get some. A lot of some.

"Ty?" the tiger asked curiously.

"I sent him an invite to the projection. We'll see if he shows up. Anyway, you'll do two things," he told the gryphon. "The first thing you'll do is clean her out if somebody cums. A couple thrusts with your cap flare and it'll pull it all out."

"What if I'd rather cum in her instead?" the gryph asked, as if daring anybody to naysay it.

"Oh, you can if you're fast enough. And if you do, I expect you to give a few cleaning thrusts after as well."

"Then I might just keep it up and cum again, then clean again and cum again from that, then clean more and so on," the gryphon boasted.

"You can if you like," the wolf said with a shrug. "But the other job is that if anybody spends five seconds longer in her than they did in the frame, you get to unload in their ass as many times as you can for as long as they stay in her."

"Really?" the gryphon asked, perking in anticipation. Gryphons naturally liked the idea of spreading their seed around.

"Yep, that's the rules for this testing," Gurt assured him, looking at the other two. "You're still fine with this?"

Both the raccoon and the tiger fidgeted, but looked at the frame and then at the cute stoat, and nodded.

"You'll warn us about time, right?" the raccoon asked Gurt. "You're a great friend, but, my butt," he told the gryphon.

"You can watch for when I signal the five second warning to him," Gurt told him. "Though you could use the gryphon humping to get some extra time in her if you wanted. But if you don't want gryphon cum in you, just be quick. Good performance motivation, right?"

"I may as well just keep up the cumming and cleaning though," the winged catbirb observed.

"Oh, you can," Gurt told him. "The five second rule applies to you too though, and when you're not there to enforce it, I will be." He grinned wolfishly - not difficult for a wolf - and winked. "So feel free to linger. I've never been in gryphon ass before. It'll be interesting to see whether you want to cum in her more than you don't want to be full of wolf cock."

"You devious, devious wolf, you," the gryphon said, his eyes narrowing as he was indeed weighing those two things.

"Hey, even though you probably shouldn't cum until it's your turn, you'll get to build up to the fun moment and stay excited while waiting."

The gryphon stretched and pondered. "What if we don't actually cum? We're left hanging?"

"After the testing, if Zelly's up for it, you can always finish. So be nice to her so she'll give you the chance, right Zelly?"

She nodded like her head was a bobble toy.

"Then I present the rules as a geis set for everybody to accept. You may hump the person in her for as long as he is in her starting five seconds after I give the timing signal. I may hump you for as long as you are in her starting five seconds after the timing signal. The timing signal is two fingertips against my palm. The timing signal is given when the time in her exceeds the person's original time in the new device. You may trigger no negative energy from being humped if you are humped, because you agreed to it by staying in her past the timing signal. In the event of negative physical responses, all stop and separate for safety. No humping of a male in her shall occur sooner than five seconds after the timing signal that is made after the male has entered her. And for our winged companion, leave her clean each time you're done with two to three pulls. Accepted?"

They all said "Accepted", and the geis energy took hold, assuring that the rules were followed

"Gurt! What... What's this recording?" The fox had just arrived and was looking around curiously.

"Tyyyyyyler!" Gurt said, walking over to the fox and wrapping an arm across his shoulder. "Master Gickins just let us use this recording for some important testing for a college husbandry project."

"The way you said my name makes me worry," the fox pointed out, "and husbandry means there's sex involved, doesn't it?"

"Hey, this is me you're talking to here. When isn't sex involved?" Gurt retorted. "Quick summary. The college needs feleoni semen samples to help repopulate them in the region. Zelia here has been helping try to collect them." He motioned to the stoat and she lifted a hand to wiggle her fingers in greeting to the fox. "This is a recording of the collection frame. Through this morning the collection frame had a really boring hole for the males to hump and so they got bored and didn't hump. I suggested that she change it to be more interesting, and I didn't know she'd change it so quickly, so I sent these three to try humping it and provide feedback on how bad it was. But she changed it before they arrived and they loved it and Master Gickins caught them on this recording and also knew it was my fault but it was all okay because the new hole was excellent so we gave feedback to her while reviewing the recording and then I did a test of the new one that I didn't do before and now the plan is to compare the new frame device to a real female so we'll be humping her and comparing it to the new device so she can have ideas on how to make the frame filler better if we like her better." How the wolf managed to say all of that in one breath was anybody's guess.

"Oooooh... kay? How am I involved in this?" Tyler asked.

"I wanted your feedback and performance data too. Given the testing we did a while back, you have good experience with how females feel, so you'll be able to say how she compares. And a few other reasons. So if you're up for it and you trust me to not do anything bad to you, it's pretty much some fun times for the cost of objectively quantifying the level of fun."

The fox looked at the five of them measuringly, then relaxed a little before peering at Gurt. "Anything special for the testing process?"

"My normal rules. We're going for speed to compare it to the speed of people enjoying the frame. No complaining about the sex. No humping in this projection recording other than what I tell you to do. If any negative physical responses occur, all stop and separate for safety. Geis enforced. Accepted?"

"Mmm... Accepted," Tyler said.

"Good," Gurt said. He turned his attention to Zelia. "Okay, hon, you'll do best on all fours I think. Especially with our big friend. Be absolutely sure to let us know if something is bad. And... actually... You're weasley. I have a better idea than all fours if you're up for it."

He gestured to the frame. "You got a good view of the flesh interaction with the frame device and I think you considered it extremely helpful. So you should bend your body under and rest on your shoulders, then look up from below to see how it interacts with the real thing. That should make the results better."

She stared at him for a moment. It was hard to tell if he was talking about the information results or her enjoying it results. "Okay," she decided finally, taking a deep breath.

With all eyes on her, she got down onto all fours, then put her head down and walked her hind end forward until she was resting on her shoulders. Her body curved in a U shape and her feet were on either side of her head. She had to admit, it was an interesting view from here, looking up at herself from below, just like she had with the recording. Oooooo...

"You'll want your head out behind you just a little further so the results don't drip on your face," Gurt suggested as he motioned for the raccoon to start.

"Oo! Good idea," Zelia said, bending her body a little more so her rear was above her neck. Then raccoon feet landed on either side of her head and her eyes widened as he held his shaft to aim his tip at her quite-ready hole.

"I'll start time when you touch," Gurt told him, holding the phone up to keep time on it.

"Right! Here goes," the raccoon said, giving a nervous glance at the anticipating gryphon.

His bulbous tip was warm against her lips and he started his push very slowly, but when he realized how wet she was, he quickly sunk it fully. It was one thing to feel it and not see it. Then another to see it and remember feeling it. But now the little stoat got to see it at the same time as feeling it, and this was very, very nice!

It was the right hole too, sliding in her slickness as he changed his grip to her hips. She bit her lip and watched his flesh tug at hers with each thrust. The Zecu was worn off, but she still was definitely enjoying herself, her body starting to squeeze around his shaft as he pushed in.

Very mindful of the time limit, the fuzzy male leaned over her and humped rapidly, his eyes closed as he focused on the feeling. Then he let out a cute, squeaking grunt as he dove full in and started to unload inside her. "Oooooh, this is much better than the wrong hole I tried. I definitely recommend that you cover that on the frame and then make the main sleeve like this. I think. I didn't try the main sleeve much." He took a breath and pulled out after his spurting died down.

"Excellent. Faster than the frame by quite a bit," Gurt said. "So the secondary hole on the frame did its job of discouraging, even if it wasn't discouraging enough to keep you from filling it on the frame."

Zelia watched as the gryphon simply walked over her and looked down between his legs to get his bearings. He was big! But she handled it before. He missed quite high and almost pushed in the wrong hole though, which made her squeak and reach up to grab and redirect him.

"Ahh, that helped," he said, pushing in slowly because he wasn't certain about her capacity.

Her whiskers twitched and the muscles of her tight little cunny clenched with each ridge that slipped in. She watched the full length vanish, then he drew it out. The raccoon's juices were easily drawn from her depths by the flared cap, and then a little more on the second pull out.

"Rrrf... okay, I don't want to, but I can do the waiting," the gryphon said, backing away for the tiger to take his place.

The striped male had a tapered tip with little flexible cartilage spines - a throwback to ancient times that now tickled quite nicely. The spines made little indents along her skin as they slipped in and she swore she could feel each one that she saw. When he hilted, she was almost sad that his balls were in the way of her view.

Despite the gryphon taking the prior load out to drip down her skin, she was still perfectly slippery for the cat. This was excellent, because now she was squeezing more, making him have to push harder despite a small concern that he might be too much for her.

He huffed and his tail gave a wiggle as he realized he had to pick up his pace as the seconds ticked by. But each push was slowed by her happy clench. He gritted his teeth and patted her flank, then glanced up to see the wolf lifting his hands to touch two fingers to his palm.

The tiger pulled out and shook his head as the gryphon deflated a little at the lost opportunity. "You squeezed when I was pushing in and I worried I might be too much for you," he said. "The frame sleeve squeezed too, but it's just a device in the frame, so it was more exciting."

"I'm fine," she assured him. "You could've humped a lot more."

"I'll keep that in mind if you let me," he said with a meek smile.

Gurt wobbled his head at the gryphon. "Nothing to clean out, so we'll just have Tyler go ahead. See what his time is by comparison."

Tyler was aroused enough from watching all this, then took a deep breath. "Okay, so just do her and say how she is compared to others?"

The wolf nodded. "Go at it quick. Cum as fast as you can enjoy it, since the timing is part of the testing."

"Oh, ah, okay," the fox said, pulling his sheath back from his knot.

The little stoat watched with wide eyes. Tyler hadn't done her before. He was completely new to her and she was okay with this. His hands held her sides and he leaned over, his tip finding her hole with no trouble. As soon as he was lodged, he began to hump happily with a huff.

She moaned as she watched his slick, smooth shaft slide in and felt the extra pressure of his knot at her opening each time. But he stopped short of sinking the bulge, which was a small disappointment for her.

"Really?" the gryphon asked in surprise. She had no idea what he was reacting to.

"Prior time is empty, which is zero, so yeah," Gurt said.

Zelia wondered what they were talking about, then more of a shadow fell on her. The fox was pressed against her lower back as a big gryphon paw landed on his back and the winged feline lined his slick cock up under a puff of a tail.

"What?" Tyler asked, backing halfway out. His pull was interrupted by the bare skin under his tail meeting the pre-laden tip of the gryphon's shaft.

"Just helping," the big fourpaw said, then gave a firm push.

The stoat gasped as the gryphon's tapered tip sunk into the fox like he was made of butter, then gasped again as the continued pressure forced the fox into her. This time he didn't stop at the knot and she sucked in a happy breath as it stretched her opening and then slid in without a pause. When the vulpine's hips met hers and couldn't go forward anymore, the gryphon's continuing push put everything behind the head of his cock into the fox in short order.

"Ohwow," Tyler barked, caught completely off guard by this. Without any extra encouragement needed, his knot filled and he began to fill the little weasel with his sticky load.

"Aww, he's cumming," the gryphon pouted. "Does that mean I have to stop now?"

"Naaah, go ahead unload if you can before he finishes," Gurt drawled.

"That'll be easy," the gryphon chirped. He braced the fox's shoulders with his front legs and pounded him with purpose.

Zelia was just along for the ride now, and she quite liked it. Each powerful push from the gryphon gave her a wonderful view of that ridged cock sliding in. Even though it wasn't going right into her, it was mashing fox nuts against her clit. Combined with the wonderful fullness from the knot and the throbbing pulse of his jets of seed into her, it didn't take long for her to roll over the edge of a wondrous orgasm, clenching and milking this friend of Gurt's for all he was worth.

Then she mmmfed in delight as she watched the gryphon's sack draw toward his body and he pulled out just enough for her to see the powerful bucking throbs of his flesh at the base of his shaft as he filled the fox as well. She had no idea why this excited her so much. New male in her. Him having no say over the gryphon pounding he got. Filling her as the other male unloaded in him. It was just tickling all the right, tight places really well.

"Ooooooo... Needed that so bad," the gryphon muttered as he relaxed and pulled out of the fox, then climbed off. "Okay, I'll let you up now."

Tyler was panting and gave a little whine. "Probably stuck. Knot," he said between breaths as the cumming stoat was keeping him in a tight grip.

He was stuck? She kept him there? Even more exciting! Watching the dribble of gryphon cum drip down his balls from under his tail just added to that.

"Well, then we'll just apply Rule Seventeen to help," Gurt said, and Zelia ended up with wolf feet beside her head, making her hold her breath in suspense at whatever secret this was.

"But, but...!" Tyler gasped out as the stoat squeezed him in anticipation. Then he felt the wolf slip all but the knot in where the gryphon had just lubed up. "Ooooooooo!"

"Yes, your butt, Ty," Gurt said. "Rule Seventeen has been met, but you're still in her, so you okay if I finish here while you have her occupied?"

"O-Okay," Tyler squeaked.

"Excellent, thank you Tyler," Gurt growled happily, pulling out before driving himself back in under the fox's tail, over and over. Each time he stopped just shy of fully burying the growing knot, but not without stretching the fox wide and getting the hole to cling on each withdrawal.

"Mmmmf, just about... there!" the wolf huffed. He strained a little at a final thrust, getting the nearly-full knot halfway into the fox as the shiny, slick skin that was still exposed gave a pulsing throb as the fox started to get a second load.

Zelia was bouncing mentally and sooooo very turned on by this. The fox sounded more shy than she felt and if he could get past it, so could she. Without thinking, she reached up with both hands and grabbed the wolf's ass, then pushed. "In!" she exclaimed.

The extra pressure was just enough and the knot pushed past the tight opening and let that muscle slide shut on the backside of the bulge. Fuzzy canine balls were kind enough to yank up out of the way in delight to give the stoat an excellent view of this vanishing act and the powerful pulsing through a grey sheath as the fox in the middle was filled.

She cried out happily at the delightful sight and the renewed throb of the flesh that she was holding onto. Without any delay she crashed into her own next wave of orgasmic bliss, milking the fox for every last drop just to see the hole under his tail clench and milk the wolf. It took a while before she finally started to drift happily back from the peak.

"Hooo... well, then," Gurt said, panting heavily. "That's a thing. You okay, Tyler?"

"Yup!" the fox gasped, his tail giving a very rapid twitch-shake in response. "You... are totally stuck now, aren't you?"

"Ahyeup," Gurt drawled. "More than you are."

"Wha...? Ah!"

The wolf leaned and pulled back, creating a definite distension from the knot held in the fox and pressure in her as well as the fox's knot tugged out. The difference was that his knot was smaller, and her insides were much slipperier. The base of his knot slowly appeared from her flesh and when the widest part showed up, the rest slid out in short order, trailed by a nice dollop of cum.

"Okay, well, that changes things a bit," Gurt said, poking his phone some. "We have the information, and I'm rather stuck at the moment. Zelia, you probably need to go prepare your new system for the rest of the day and make any changes that were suggested, like covering the spare hole. Oh! You never got to..." he started to say, twisting his upper body to look at the tiger.

The feline was standing with his cock in hand and the last dribbles of his load dripping down. "What? I thought it was done, so I took matters into my own hand."

"Okay then, I guess everybody cleaned their pipes and Zelly can get to work with the info as soon as she gets the details from Tyler. You three can head out before he tells her so she doesn't get embarrassed."

The males nodded and tidied themselves up with quick cleaning spells, then vanished from the projected recording.

Zelia un-bent herself and stretched on all fours before standing up and watching the stuck males for a moment. "Okay, ummm... so Tyler is going to say how I am compared to other females, and... Oh! Gurt, you never compared me to the frame me!" She blinked. "Frame. Eff are aye em ee. Fray-me. Right!"

"Eh, I've given Tyler's report some thought," the wolf said. "I realized it would be impolite to say more than whether you feel like a female, and that doesn't really have to be said. As for testing you versus the frame." He reached down and rubbed the fox's ass. "I'm kinda stuck at the moment and I'm preeeeeeeetty sure that you did a really, really good job with what was in the frame and it feels JUST... like you." He gave her a meaningful look, then a wink. "So you'll just need a spare sleeve for when the current one needs to be cleaned or something. Or maybe a new version."

Her ears went to the side in embarrassment.

'He totes knows,' the shyness said. 'You're doomed!'

Maybe the wolf would blackmail her! Demand things to keep quiet. Lots and lots of sex. Sharing her around to all his friends. Ooooooo... That sounded so tempting.

'Hey! You're not supposed to like that!'

Gurt reached over and patted her hand. "I'm proud of you. You found a problem and found a solution, and even kind of used my advice. I'll support you every way I can to make sure you're happy with how the details are handled. But we can talk about it later. You need to go set up for the evening part, I think."

"Oh! Yes!" She bounced rapidly, then vanished, leaving the wolf and the fox.

"Gurt... This isn't like when we were testing the cloth," Ty said. "And there's no cloth now, so you can't just pull out. Why'd you haveta go and tie?"

"Tie Ty," the wolf mused. "Wasn't the idea, really. I tried to keep from it, but Zelly gave me a push."

"Knowing you, the only reason you asked me here was so you could hump my ass," Tyler accused him.

"You wound me to the core!" Gurt exclaimed. "I had lots of reasons! Humping your ass was only one of them. And getting you boned by a gryphon. I figure you've been missing that since Tara did it. And getting you some nice puss while Tara's busy on her project. Can't go too long without! And..."

"Tara's only been working on her project since yesterday and she'll be done tomorrow! I've been trying to recover since the testing. And wouldn't't've been better to get Tara to use a spell again if you really wanted me to take gryphon without the cloth? What if he was too big for me?"

"I paid VERY close attention with the testing," Gurt said somberly. "I have a perfect understanding of your capacity from how the tacti-projection adjusted things. When I realized that you could take my knot without the cloth to adjust things for you, I said to myself, I said, 'Gurt, you have to fuck his real tailhole and fill it with wolf jizz.' So it became a goal for me to achieve."

"Really?"

"Yeah, totally! This means a lot to me, buddy. I'm so glad for everything you've done for the college. And hey, I felt you clench. You liked this like I did."

Tyler huffed. "Yeeeeah, I guess so," he admitted.

"I figure, if you didn't like it, you would've just left the projection, since you could at any time. Anyway, I've got to head out myself. Stay well, Ty!" The wolf vanished, leaving behind a startled vulpine who huffed again and departed back to his own room.

"...time. Oh! And here he is. Thank you Master Gickins," the tigress said, taking Gurt's arm and guiding him out the door in front of her.

"True, true, quite a pleasure, Mistress Jula," the Ram murmured, looking bemused as the last people left his office.

Once they were in the hallway, the feline chuckled. "Thank you for the message, Gurt. You were right. Fillis through the cloth is better. But thank you immensely for helping me find out." She gave a languid stretch and smoothed her robes. "So you win the bet. I must head back to my office for some work."

Zelia looked around searchingly. Her phone was charged and it was late afternoon. The coast was clear, so she took the panel off the side of the frame and took a deep breath, then climbed in. The upper hole was already patched shut so she wouldn't have to worry about males missing anymore. A quick spell to close the panel, and she turned her phone on to wait.

She didn't want to cut the time as close, so she was much earlier this time. Watching the time tick by while waiting for the cameras to activate turned out to be rather boring in the silent darkness, so she ended up pulling up a game to occupy her mind...

"...Come on... come on... just one more red... THERE! HIGH SCORE HERE I COME!" She gleed as she poked at the game... and then squealed in surprise as the frame shifted under weight and a tight grip caught the sides of it.

Her eyes shot to the clock on her phone. It was an hour and a half since the cameras turned on and she missed it because of the game! Frantically poking, she sacrificed her high score and pulled up the camera projection.

It was a feleoni! His lovely feathered wings mantled over the frame and he lined himself up in a way she was familiar with from months of recording review. The males had no problem climbing on, but never spent more than a thrust or two before losing interest.

More rushed poking at the phone as she worked to make sure she was pressed fully back into place. He was about to go in! Just needed to zoom in to see and pan to here... Oh ether, her pussy looked so wet with his glistening tip inches from it.

The male winged cat had no problem finding his mark and she got to both watch and feel as he paused with just his tip at first, then hunched powerfully and drove himself in. She gasped in delight at the feeling of his length slipping in, then cried out again as he hilted. Her clit was absolutely loving the grind of his fuzzy sack against it.

He porrrrowled happily and began to rock his hips. One, two, three thrusts, and then many more, moving the frame with his strength as he drove into her tight little cunny inside it. Already better than the old sleeve, he was still going at it!

It was astounding how firm his grip was. The gryphon had strained the frame a little, but this bigger winged cat thought he was keeping a nice female waist in his hold and wanted to make sure the hole it bore was well-filled. His movements were no-nonsense, all for the purpose of filling a female with cubs at this time of year.

With the balls mashing her clit and the cat delving so wildly into her velvet depths, she was getting close as well. She wanted to see better though, and the angle of the projection above her phone was just not quite...

Her shaky fingers touched a preset mode by accident and the cutaway interior angle swung into place. Normally made to hide the side of the frame and one side of the stimulation sleeve so the male's anatomy could be observed in action inside, it did its job just fine with the new 'sleeve' as well. Thankfully it didn't show the inside of her whole body, but rather just the area in contact with the male.

It was a wholly unexpected view from the side, like X-Ray porn that used similar magicam angles. Except instead of a sleeve in the frame, it was showing the inside of her pussy as the male feleoni pounded into it insistently. The tug of skin against skin and ripples of the squeezes she gave the invading shaft. The slick length expanded her width as it drove deeper, then letting her clenching walls collapse together before spreading her open again a fraction of a second later.

Images like this in art were nifty. In scripted porn where it was an inset view, it was also pretty interesting. But here where it was the immediate sight of exactly what was happening, it was just perfect. She fought to keep her eyes open to watch as her muscles clenched on the feline shaft when she came. Even better, the feleoni quickly joined her, giving her a view of kitty cum quickly filling her depths in hot spurts.

She'd found the answer! The old sleeve was just too boring! Now that she knew it would work, she'd just have to make a sleeve that was less boring and more like her. It was going to be tough to make it, but she was confident that with the proper help she could get it done. Then more frames to collect more...

*Ahhh, that was very nice. Thank you! You're wonderful and I love you a lot,* a thought that was not her own purred in her head.

WHAT?

*I said it was nice. For all this time I couldn't talk to you, so I didn't mate with you. Now you're better and I can talk to you.*

Soooo... feleoni only mated with... things they could talk to?

*Of course! We're touch talkers. You look like me, but obviously you're not. But now you can listen and talk, so I love you. Mmmm... I will let the other males know. They are sleeping, but they will want to meet you tomorrow!*

He pulled out and sat to clean himself up, then purrped and chirped and trotted off happily.

Zelia stayed still as she digested this new revelation. Feleoni were psionic?! Touch-based psionic. And... only mated with things they could... talk to. Which meant that no matter how good a sleeve she designed to go in here, it wouldn't be enough because they couldn't talk to it. It had to be a living creature with enough mental capacity to form concepts in the mind.

So the only way to get feleoni samples was...

Oh dear. She couldn't ask other people to help... could she? Could she even admit to being in the frame? The best sleeve was not good enough because it lacked a mind to talk to. Limited samples if she was the only one doing it. More chance of being caught every time she did it.

Maybe it was time to fess up and get some help anyway. It might be the only way to save the feleoni population. Gurt already knew. She'd have to bite back the shy and ask for help. For nature!

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Gurt paused the connection to the magicam monitoring the stoat-filled frame when his phone gave a message alert. It was from Tara.

He'd sent a picture of himself balls deep in her boyfriend to her with the note, 'Cheese mint got!'

She responded, 'A winnar is you! Bet loser me. Must finish project first. Don't get too many ideas while waiting.'

He grinned and sent back, 'Only the best ideas. See you two soon!'