FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Numerator or Denominator?

Picture this; Golden Bell Academy. It's an extended school right outside of Document City, somewhat like a community college but... not exactly. It's called an academy yes, but it's not your typical sort of school. After all, how many schools can you name that teach the sons and daughters of various socialites from around the country? Yeah, not a lot, huh?

Golden Bell Academy was created for one thing and one thing only; advancing the already immaculate lifestyle of those who practically run everything. Because of this, it had nothing but the finest of teachers, those who are at the top of their games. And while Golden Bell specialized in tech and mechanics, it's not too shabby at teaching things like business, government, and law.

Once again; the sons and daughters of various socialites call this place school.

Stanley Thread specialized in mathematics; that's his thing. Some have argued that he could easily made his way in life as a scientist of some sort, perhaps working for a robotics firm to extend his lot in life. He would have made a killing there, heh, he knew that. But even when given the chance to, he had his mind set on one thing and one thing only.

Teaching was just fun for the doberman. Yeah, imagine that; teaching being 'fun' for anyone. Guess he was a bit strange in that way, huh? But truth be told, that demeanor of his was rather infectious when it came to his students. Those just out of high school, transitioning into the next stage of life. To see their smiling math teacher every morning, it was nice, wasn't it?

Well, his dashing looks didn't hurt things either. Being a doberman - a canine genus known for their intelligence and their strength - he was as tall as he was handsome, with fur that was such an incredibly jet black. His eyes were brown and piercing, and he always wore a formal pair of black-rimmed glasses. Of course, his figure was nothing to bawk at either, being masculine and strong, even for a supposed bookworm such as himself. And he always wore such fine, nice, formal clothing, giving him a studious look that went well with his powerful build.

Ah... the many heads he turned in school, with many of his female colleagues and even students giving him quite he gazes of fancy. How they loved to imagine what he looked like beneath all of those clothes.

But in spite of the rather blatant gazes he often got, Stanley never acted on any of these flights of fancy. The conversations he struck up were typically short and straight to the point, even if the smile he often had on could fool you into thinking more was going on. It seemed that he was focused on one thing and one thing alone.

Teaching.

"So using the formula I just taught you, solving for 'x' will give you the answer... uh-huh... uh-huh... there... '19'."

"Aahhh..."

The classroom went alight with genuine gasps of surprise, eyes locked on their teacher as he finished his equation. When he turned to face his students, he watched them furiously scribble notes into their binders, or typing away words into their laptops. Ah, such a sound was music to his ears, loving how dedicated they were to expanding their minds.

Okay, maybe that's being a bit overzealous.

Still, when people ask why Stanley loved teaching so much, it's because of this entirely. When you have people who are genuinely interested in learning more, of expanding their minds, of becoming better people, how can you not teach them? How can you not help them become the best versions of themselves that they can possibly be? It was that simple joy of his that lead Stanley to this career in life, and if given the chance, he'd gladly do it all over again.

"Hauauunngh... why does any of this even matter...?"

Well... on most given days.

Every classroom has that student, no matter what the grade may be. You know, the snarky one, the sarcastic one, the one who could seemingly not give any less of a fuck about anything! Yeah, you know the one. Makes you wonder why they even bother to show up to school if they didn't care so much.

Sure, everyone here were young adults, but that doesn't change the fact that he was childlike in mind. Childlike in mind... yet feminine_in body. A young man whom everyone knew, thanks to his higher-pitched voice, his girlish figure, and his rather flamboyant mannerisms. And if that didn't turn your head, well, his _pink fur certainly would.

Taylor Ceres was the feline son of an oil tycoon. So you already know what that means, right? Since birth, he's never had to worry about a single damn thing in his entire life. His family was strapped with cash, so any problem they had was solved relatively quickly. He lived in mansion after mansion, went on trips to exotic local to exotic local, and even met with rich and powerful individuals from all over the world. Maybe that's why he was such a sardonic individual. Why care about anything, if dear old daddy could solve the problem for him? Yeah, that sounds about right...

And, yes, despite what his looks may say, he is very much a boy. His fur was nice and pink, having been died that way from head to toe. His eyes were the brightest blue known to man, like beautiful sapphires resting within a sharp gaze. Naturally, his hair was pink as well, falling to his neck, though with a thick, wavy bang falling along his head. Ah, and there was another bang hanging to the side, this one colored blue. You'd think such a color would clash against the rest of his pink hair, but it never did.

And then there was his face. Feminine and girly in all the right ways, with a sharp pointed nose and thin lips that were always smirking devilishly. Especially when he was in a certain doberman's classroom.

"You'll never know what may come in life, Mr. Ceres," said Stanley in a kind manner as he looked across the classroom towards his insubordinate student, "Literature changes with the wind; what was once considered great in the past may not be seen in the same light in the future. May I remind you of the 'Twilight' series, everyone?" he shook his head and chuckled, before grabbing a nearby textbook, "But Math? Math is _forever._So long as you master mathematics in all its shapes and form, I assure you, there's nothing you _can't_accomplish."

Stanley truly had such a stirring voice, one that could inspire all but the most stalwart of individuals. He even garnered smiles from his fellow students from his brief rant... though Taylor himself gave him that rude, teasing grin of his.

Hey, like I said, every classroom has that student.

RING! RING! RING! RING! RING!

"Ah! There's the bell," Stanley muttered, his gaze traveling skyward, "Well class, you have your assignments; I expect them first thing tomorrow at the beginning of class. Until then, be safe everyone."

Once again, there wasn't a person alive whom Stanley could not soothe with that charming smile of his. But, hey, school is school, and they had many other classes to go to today. So one by one they all took their leave, gathering their things and heading through the door... though Taylor himself lingered behind briefly. Stanley looked at him and opened his mouth to speak, but the feline merely grinned back.

"Tootles, Mr. Threads!" he said sarcastically whilst slipping through the door, causing Stanley to sigh.

"Huh... 'tootles', Mr. Ceres," Stanley replied, to which the catboy giggled.

With Taylor leaving the classroom, the doberman was left alone to his own devices. He had another class period all to himself, one he typically spent dining on lunch, or taking care of whatever work he had on his hands. But being the methodical man he was, he very rarely had things to do 'later', since he often dealt with problems when they arrived.

Such as right now.

"Mmmm... haaaahh... hhh... I shouldn't have drank that bottle of water..." Stanley muttered to himself as he rubbed his stomach, his brown eyes cutting towards the door, "Aiyaiyai..."

Heading through the door, the doberman slowly entered the silent halls of the school around him. Golden Bell was immaculate in its design, holding a decidedly more French architecture to it than some generic, high-school halls. No bland whites and grays to be seen, instead being more brown and, heh, gold here and there.

Too bad that European design extends to the restrooms...

Entering inside the nearest public bathroom, his eyes glanced around to see that it was all empty. Good. The urinals in these bathrooms didn't have walls to bare one's vision of one another, unfortunately enough. For someone like Stanley, well, that's a bit awkward. Don't get it twisted in any way; he just would rather not see what his fellow students were packing!

Hmm... that still sounds strange, doesn't it?

Oh well, the bathroom here was empty, so he had nothing bothering him at the moment. So his hand fell down to his belt buckle, started undoing it, and then--

Eeaaaaaaarrrr!!!

"Ha... fuck... the only thing more boring than History would have to be math class. I swear, Mr. Threads can talk for--"

"Ahem..."

"Ah!? Heh heh... um... Mr. Threads, how do you do?"

Why oh why did he have to come into the bathroom. Seriously, of all the students, it had to be him? That pink _cat?_Ah... did the universe just ordain that this bathroom visit be the most annoying one for him to suffer?

Glancing over towards the entrance, Stanley's gaze befell Taylor, who smiled back in a bit of a sheepish manner. The awkwardness here was thick, but leave it to the feminine cat to casually replace that sheepish smile of his with an ever so cheeky grin. He even flashed Stanley a wink, something that caused a red blush to appear on his face.

Hey... boy though Taylor may be, no one ever said he _wasn't_attractive. Though said attractiveness did come with a bit of confusion.

"What are you doing here, Taylor?" Stanley asked, to which the cat merely shrugged his shoulders.

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? Isn't it obvious? I'm here to use the bathroom!" he replied, causing Stanley to nod. Yeah, that was a pretty stupid question, wasn't it.

"Well... wait, shouldn't you be in class?" he asked, causing the catboy to scoff.

"Oh, don't act coy with me; you overheard me complaining about history," Taylor retorted as he tossed his hand through his hair and leaned to the side, "It's ever so boring, as you probably know. Though I'd rather hear about why one man wanted to kill another man over a thousand years ago, over hearing you rant about your lust for numbers."

"Lust for numbers? H-hey! It's not like that!" Stanley snapped back.

Ah, where did he get off saying something like that? Seriously, Taylor was just the perfect bundle of cockiness, wasn't he!? All those years getting whatever he wanted thanks to that money; of course he'd have no qualms belittling a teacher such as himself!

But Stanley didn't say anything else, instead watching as Taylor chuckled. And... hm... this was the first time he'd ever been in an enclosed environment with the catboy. His brown eyes took in a better view of the lithe feline, especially with how his open jacket allowed him to gaze at his body beneath. His figure wouldn't be out of place on a female, thanks to his slender chest, his thin waist, and his - surprisingly wide - hips. Not exactly 'thicc', but certainly feminine. And with all that smooth, pink fur... hmm...

Wait!? What!? No! He was staring way too hard.

"So... are you going to use the bathroom?" Taylor asked, to which the blushing doberman pulled back.

"Well, y-yeah! Of course!" he replied.

Just play it cool, Stanley, play it cool. Get through this, and you can return to your classroom and sit there in silence. Yeah, that's easy. Hey, he might even do a few equations, just to relax himself. Now didn't that sound nice? Yeaaaaah.

He kept telling himself that over and over again as he undid his pants, loosening it from his hips and reaching inside to grab his penis. He was just about to pull it out when--

"Haaa... much better..."

Ya'see,this is why he preferred to have stalls in his bathrooms. Specifically -specifically! - to avoid situations like... this.

It was just one tiny peak over, and honestly, he had no fucking clue why he did it in the first place. He should've just looked forward but... damn... curiosity really got to him, didn't it? And when he did, that tiny peak kinda shifted into wide gawking.

Taylor was hung.

Really...

Really!

Hung.

For a young man who was so feminine many confused him for being an outright girl, he certainly had a large endowment down below. Sticking between his legs was a cock so long, that even while flaccid its length was capable of equaling Stanley's when he was hard. How long is that? Well, being a mathematician such as himself, and being a well-endowed doberman himself, he knew that his own length - when hard - stood at a proud 8 or so inches. But Taylor's cock right now when flaccid?

_Ten_inches. Tops.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

What was he looking at? Seriously!? Just what was he loo--

"Are you just going to stare all day or what...?"

Taylor's words rung in his ears like a record scratch, and instantly snapped him back to reality like one as well. Slowly looking up, Stanley's eyes met face to face with the cat's blue eyes, and his smirking lips as well. Like the little teasing flirt he was, Taylor had an expression that was sassy, snarky, and oh so magnetizing. How his sharp blue eyes leered deeper towards him, his thin lips curled so slightly, his ears twitching and turning this way and that, and even how his tail slithered behind him. Taylor's entire body language screamed mischief.

And you know cats; they're _masters_of mischief.

"I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that!" Stanley said as he looked away.

"Tch... I'll say!" replied the catboy as he brushed his hand through his hair, "Ogling one of your students is a bit shameless, don't ya think, Mr. Threads?" he leaned in closer, his chin meeting Stanley's shoulder, "I know we're both adults but... aren't student/teacher relationships forbidden?"

"WHAT!? Who said anything about a relationship!?" Stanley shouted back as he averted his gaze by looking in the opposing direction, "D-don't jump to conclusions!"

"Purrrrrrrr! It's okay to stare, Mr. Threads," Taylor cooed as he leaned in even closer, "I dunno... I kinda... like it!"

Damn there was a conflicting mixture of feelings swirling within Stanley right now. On one hand, Taylor was not only a boy, but he was also his student. Feeling him lean up against his body, acting so cute and cuddly just made Stanley's blood run cold. On the other hand, there were his looks, and the way he sounded. It all struck the doberman's_pleasure_ centers, dead center.

And then you have Taylor's cock. It was still out in the open, where it brushed up against the smooth fabric of Stanley's slacks. Looking down towards that thick member, he could also see that it was steadily growing harder. Was Taylor aroused? No, no! Not good! The last thing he wanted was for his student to start popping a boner around him!

But maybe he should have focused on himself.

"Ah...?"

He could feel his pants growing rather tight rather quickly, something that made his brown eyes shoot down. He hadn't gotten his cock out of his underwear yet, but he could see his member starting to form a sizable lump within his undergarments. Stanley shook his head, his stomach even starting to turn with realization. But before he could do anything to possibly stop this...

"Hello? What do we have here?"

Pat...

Taylor's hand palmed his cock through his underwear.

Time seemed to stop for Stanley, the doberman being so stunned by the situation, he locked up in place. Taylor's hand was gently rubbing his dick through his underwear, stroking up and down in such a slow, taunting manner. The cat knew full well what he was doing, pressing upon his dick and causing it to grow even harder.

Outside stimulation like this... Stanley wasn't used to it. The way that palm ran up and down his lump, the fabrics of his briefs rubbing against his stiffening member... mmmmm! It sent shivers down Stanley's spine.

"Haaaah..."

The moment that moan left his lips, he almost immediately snapped back to reality.

His brown eyes darted down, then slid over towards Taylor. The catboy was still leaning against him, still smiling in a devilish manner, and his blue eyes had the doberman locked squarely in his gaze.

Those sharp blue eyes...

"P-please stop..." Stanley whimpered, to which a purr left Taylor's lips.

"Then_stop_ me..." he replied, his blue eyes growing even stronger, "You're bigger than me. Taller than me. Stronger than me. So if you want me to stop, then just stop me."

Yeah, yeah, he should, right? Just put his hands on the young man and push him away; easy, right? Then... why didn't he do it? Why did Stanley stand there and allow Taylor to do as he pleased? Was he afraid? Afraid of what?

A part of him tried to rationalize it as being fearful of repercussions. After all, Taylor was the son of an oil tycoon; if he pushed the boy away, he could tell his father, and his father could very easily get him removed from his teaching position. And considering this was something that made Stanley happiest in life, he just didn't want to risk that.

But that's a lie. Sure, he may have been a teensy bit afraid of such a thing happening, but that's not why he stood there, erect like a statue. That's not why he continued to look into those deep, blue, amazing eyes. That's not why his cock kept getting harder and harder. That's not why he let another deep moan leave his lips.

He was trapped. Stanley didn't know when he got there or how he got there, but he was honestly trapped. Somehow, Taylor had him by the balls. Literally in this case.

"Numerator or denominator, Mr. Threads?"

"Wh... what?"

Numerator or denominator? What did that mean? Look, Stanley's no fool; he knows what that means in math! He is a math teacher! But... what did that mean in the context of this situation? And what exactly was Taylor asking of him?

Numerator or denominator? Numerator is the number _above_the fractional bar, the denominator is the number _beneath_it. Yes, that's what they are. Above and below. Above _or_below.

Top.

Bottom.

Oh... oooooooooooh... oh... Stanley understood now what Taylor was asking of him. That sly, sexy devil. What? No! Oh no...

The doberman couldn't believe what he was thinking right now, and the cat was still rubbing his stiffening cock. Opening his mouth, Stanley was just about ready to say something defiant, but Taylor grew bold. His hand slipped through the flap of his underwear, his soft hand sliding inside to grab upon Stanley's cock.

It's one thing to feel his hand through his underwear, its something else entirely to feel his hand directly. Those fingers wrapped around his cock, coaxing and guiding that length out of his underwear. Stanley's eyes grew wide at the sight of it, speechless as the catboy commanded his length. Blood pumping through his veins, his length got even harder and longer, stretching to fullness right out in the open air of the bathroom.

"Purrrrrrr..."

Taylor's hand wrapped around his cock, his other hand gently stroking up and down Stanley's back in a soothing manner. The touch of the feminine catboy was immaculate, being smooth and gentle; absolutely the_softest_ touch the doberman had ever experienced on his dick. His movements were skilled too, drawing out another moan from Stanley, and a pearl of precum as well.

The doberman's eyes were frantic however, his body shivering like he'd leap out of his skin. He still couldn't believe this was happening, and that he was allowing it to happen. He should have pushed Taylor away but...

That_cock_.

The pink feline's dick was getting hard. Really hard. Longer and longer, thicker and thicker, that feline cock steadily reached its maximum length of two feet_long. That's _24 inches long, meaning it was 16 inches longer than Stanley's cock.

16.16. Huh... imagine being out-dicked by a femboy. Well... worse things can happen, huh?

"You like it, don't you...?" Taylor whispered, his voice suddenly like sweet, sweet honey, "You can stare, I like it... I promise..." his rubbing grew more intense, coaxing a moan from his teacher's lips, "Aahhh... have you ever sucked a dick before? Purrrrrr... I think you'll like it. You seem the type who knows his place when he's been outdone, Mr. Threads... Stanley..."

"Please... Taylor... I--"

"Numerator or denominator?"

There it was again; that damned question.

Biting his lip and swallowing his spit, Stanley slowly looked over towards his student. Taylor's blue eyes were gazing back. Sharp. Alluring. Magnetizing.

Stanley couldn't look away.

"Denominator..."

Did... did he just say that? Well he must have, because the room grew so silent, one could hear his heart beat. No, wait, beat? No, more like_pounded._ Yes, his heart pounded against his chest furiously, the force of it even shaking the doberman's chest.

And Taylor? Oh, Taylor just smiled. This devilish, mischievous, taunting, smile.

"Good..." the feline whispered, just before...

CLINCH!

"HNNGH!?"

What the hell was that!? Taylor's dainty hand suddenly tightened around Stanley's cock, a feeling the doberman had never experienced before. It was such a strong grip, the kind of grip one would have when handling something heavy and metallic, like a bat or a pole. But in spite of that strength behind the grip, Stanley felt no pain, only pleasure.

So much pleasure!

"Haaauh!? Ooh!?"

The doberman bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle the howling moans that threatened to come out. That first one was good enough however, and when his brown eyes snapped back over towards Taylor, he could see that the grin on the feline's lips had only grown in strength.

Same too had his grip on that cock.

FWIP! PAP!

"HAAAHH!?"

Brown eyes jerking down following his involuntary moan, Stanley's gaze befell Taylor's dainty hand. That feline grip was jerking his cock in earnest now, stroking along the fullness of his thick, canine cock. From the tip to the top of the knot and back again, he jerked him off with such casual, practice ease. Mentally, Stanley compared it to masturbatory antics in the past... but no.

Taylor's hand, Taylor's skill? It was much, much _better!_And this isn't because he was merely another person pleasuring his cock, no, somehow, the pink catboy was far superior when it came to treating a cock. How his fingers ran along his length, his smooth and soft palm rubbed it, running along his prominent veins. Every stroke, every thrust down of his palm back towards his waist, coaxed a moan and yip from the doberman. Stanley couldn't believe what he was experiencing, but his body didn't care.

His balls were churning, rushing with such virile seed. The head of his dick throbbed and twitched as well, pre even being launched from his slit. Reaching out for Taylor, Stanley's arm wrapped around his shoulders, instinctively pulling him in. His mind may have been awash with blank thoughts, but one thing was clear: he wanted to experience every bit of pleasure the feminine catboy could give him.

And Taylor was poised to do just that.

"Mmmm... you have such a big dick, Mr. Threads," the pink feline whispered, his sugary words oozing into Stanley's ears, "Mmmmm... I wonder how it'll feel thrusting into my ass. Mmm... imagine that..."

"Nnnghhh... haaaaahhh... yeeessshhhh..." Stanley replied in a lustful manner.

"Heheheh... mmm... you widening my tight little ass out with this big cock of yours... mmm... that's what you want to do, isn't it? Want to pump it with so much of your hot cum? Nyaaaaaan... I bet it'll feel_amazing_..."

"Yeeeeesshh... nnngghhh!"

Stanley shivered in place, truly mesmerized by such a lewd scenario. Of his cock thrusting so strongly into Taylor's ass, working it open more and more. Hearing those girly moans of his, growing higher and higher. Up to the point that he'll finally blast his seed all into that gaping anus of his. Well, Taylor put it best...

It would feel amazing.

"Too bad... you won't get the chance," Taylor then said, making Stanley's eyes grow wide.

"Huh? Wh-what?"

SHOVE!

"HAAAUUNNGH!?"

Now the catboy was pumping his hand along that dick in earnest. Back and forth, harder and harder, that strength rumbled through Stanley's body, making his knees rattle and his legs quake. The doberman's mind immediately went back into lalaland, drool hanging from his lips as shameless moans left him. Pleasure surged through every fiber of his being, stopping only to center on his cock and Taylor's hand. Taylor's _glorious_hand. He couldn't fight it off anymore... even though he really wasn't.

Stanley came. And he came hard.

"HNNNGHGHHHH! HAAAUUNNGH!? HOOOOUUUUUU!!!"

Thrusting forward with his hips and biting into his bottom lip, the doberman began cumming without a moment's hesitation. His thick canine seed splattered all over the urinal in front of him, while nearly all the strength he had in his legs gave out. Stanley stumbled back, his hands falling on the sink behind him to help prop himself up. All the while, his brown eyes sat on the urinal before him, and he panted like he had just run a marathon.

He came all over the urinal with an amount of seed he's never let out before. His stench was strong too, while realization began to settle upon him. Did he... did that just happen? Did... did Taylor just jerk him off to completion? That... that did happen, didn't it?

Stanley's brown eyes slowly moved over to Taylor, gazing upon the catboy's slender, girly back. He had his palm raised and brought to his lips, for some of the doberman's seed had splattered upon his hand. With a smile still prominent on his lips, Taylor brought that cum-stained palm over towards his mouth, and...

Sluuuuuuurrrrp!

That was a noise Stanley would never forget.

"Mmmm... not half bad, Mr. Threads," Taylor said as he turned to face Stanley fully, a grin on his lips, "I like how jelly-like your cum was. You don't masturbate often, do you?"

He was talking to him, but Stanley was far too enthralled by the feline's hard cock. With it now facing towards him, the doberman could get a better view of his dick. How pink it was, how long, how thick, how veiny, and those balls. Such a large, weighty set of balls; the size of melons, Stanley would have to say.

"What's wrong, Mr. Threads? Cat got your tongue?" Taylor asked in a teasing manner.

"Wh-what?"

"You should pull up your pants too," the feline continued as he himself did likewise, dressing himself back up, "The last thing you want is for someone to see you with your dick out. Especially with all that cum of yours on the urinal!"

"WH-WHAT!?"

One one hand, how did Taylor's dick fit in those shorts of his? On the other hand, fucking hell, he was right!

Hands dropping down, Stanley struggled to pull his pants up on his body, all while Taylor laughed. The catboy cleaned up nicely, the doberman, well, not so much. His belt was now a bit skewed, his pants slant at an angle, and his shirt no longer tucked in. He looked and felt disheveled, something the typically formal doberman was not used to.

"I can't believe..." he whimpered at a lost of words, while Taylor walked up toward him with a sultry sway of his hips.

"You 'can't believe' what?" the pink feline asked in a slightly snarky manner, "How amazing that felt? Mmmmmm..." he then placed his hand upon Stanley's broad chest, where he began to stroke it, "And I bet you're also thinking how much more you'd like to experience..." he smiled, "Aren't you?"

Looking over, Stanley's gaze met Taylor's blue eyes. Those sharp, deep, blue, feline eyes. How powerful they were, how sultry, how hypnotic, how... how... how...

Seductive.

Damn him. Damn him with every fiber of his being! But... fuck... Taylor was right. Stanley - for some reason that only a higher-being knew - did indeed want to experience more.

"Numerator... or denominator?" Taylor suddenly asked, that question snatching Stanley by the throat.

"Ah..."

He looked down. Then to the right. Then to the left. Then to the right again. And finally back towards Taylor.

Stanley's pupils were small and wavering, gazing deep into those illustrious blue eyes the pink feline had. In comparison, Taylor himself was so calm, so collective, and so damn sensual. Stanley swallowed his spit.

"Numerator or denominator...?" the feline asked again, as if he was beating it into Stanley's head.

The catboy was feminine and dainty, girly in all ways except gender... and yet, he had such an incomparable _strength_to him. His hand, his dick... all of it was so... so...

Commanding.

"Denominator..." Stanley whimpered, to which Taylor flashed him a smirk.

"Exactly..." he whispered back, his finger stroking along the doberman's chin, "And don't you forget that!" he pulled back, his face suddenly gaining such a superior, cocky, and overbearing look to it, "Today after school, you're going to drive me back to your place, got it? We're going to have more fun there."

"F-fun...?" Stanley said back, while the pink cat started to walk off.

"Don't be late... or else I'll be mad."

"M-mad!?"

Turning to face Taylor, Stanley watched his hips sway left and right as he exited the bathroom. And just like that... it was all over. But... was it really over? Taylor's words played in Stanley's head on repeat, taunting and teasing him with its every sound. The doberman still couldn't believe what just transpired, let alone the fact that Taylor had promised him more 'fun'.

Yes... fun... mmmm... fun...

But, no! He should stop this, right? Less things get even worse for him! But Taylor had threatened him as well, right? Said he'd be 'mad' if he didn't show up to take the catboy to his home. So... he had to play along, right?

Right?

Yeah, that's what Stanley told himself. He had to play along. If he didn't, then Taylor would get mad, and then he'd tell his father about it, who'd tell the school, who'd then tell Stanley to fuck off because he was fired. So... yes, he had to play along, ya'know, to keep his job.

Uh-huh, right! Yup! That's why! He was trapped, so he had to play along, because he wanted to keep his job. And, no, it's not because he _liked_it or anything, or because he wanted to experience _more._Like, shit, who'd even think that; that's crazy!

Yeah...

Like... who'd want to be the 'denominator' to Taylor's 'numerator'? Yeah... only a pervert would want that, right?

Right...?

Looking down towards his hand, Stanley could see it was twitching. Not only that, but his heart was racing a mile a minute. To make matters worse, his head was thinking only about Taylor, about his words, about that promised 'fun', and about the feline's dick.

And those words started to replay in his head.

Numerator or denominator. Dammit... dammit all...

"Haaah... I need some water..." Stanley muttered as he headed out the door.

...

The winds were nice today. Feeling it run through his triangular ears, his tail began to slither along his back in a pleased manner. It felt nice even on his immaculate fur, causing it and his hair to gently bend and sway along with it.

Ah... perfection.

Final bell had rung out a few minutes ago, with many of his fellow students already heading home. Usually, he'd be among them, if not the first to break free of the confides of the academy. He already suffered through eighteen years of normal school; why'd he have to be plugged into this new school so soon after? It's not even college yet!

Some would say he was lucky to have such an opportunity. Taylor would only say he was bored.

Leaning up against the brick wall behind him, the pink feline's eyes were locked square on the smartphone in his hand. His thumb danced along its screen, casually cycling through a variety of messages he got from friends. One of them was throwing a party this evening, and Taylor was one hell of a partier. But today? Heh... well..

We know what he has going on today.

Right beside him a door opened up, and with a near psychic-like acuity, he already knew who it was.

"There you are, Mr. Threads!"

Immediately the individual came to a halt, even swallowing the spit in his mouth. All of which Taylor heard, his blue eyes slowly moving towards him. As he called it, standing there was Stanley, stuck in place, his eyes wide yet pupils small. Already sweat was starting to pour from his pores.

"How did you...?" he said as he turned to face the pink feline, who merely giggled back.

"Well, I knew a strong, smart doberman like yourself would find me!" replied Taylor as he walked up towards him with a sway of his hips, "Fufufu! And here you are!" he then looped his arm with Stanley's, even giving it a tug, "C'mon, c'mon! Let's go, let's go! You're car's around here somewhere, isn't it?"

Swallowing down spit once again, Stanley could only wonder how the hell he got roped into all of this. Even more so, now was a better time to bring things to a stop. To explain away everything that happened in the bathroom, and hope that they could just forget it ever happened.

Well... if only he had a good enough lie he could use to even _attempt_to explain that moment away.

But when Stanley's eyes looked over, they met Taylor's blue eyes.

Those damn...

Bright...

Sharp...

Feline...

Eyes.

They were like a net, trapping the doberman in place. Not made any easier in the way Taylor leaned in against him, rubbing his chest along his shoulder, his tail slithering about like a snake. He was such a taunting flirt, and dammit, that attribute of his just made it so hard to say 'no' to him.

Or maybe it was something else.

"Y-yes... f-follow me..." Stanley muttered as he led Taylor on, the cat's taunting giggles filling the air.

Mentally, he was screaming at himself. No, seriously; in Stanley's head, all he heard was his own screaming voice. It was telling him to stop, demanding he stop. But... no; he just kept pushing forward. Taking Taylor to his brown sedan, he even opened the passenger side door for him, like a true gentleman.

Just... what the fuck was even going on?

Getting into the driver's seat, Stanley turned on the car, all while Taylor watched him with those taunting, flirting, blue eyes. How they peered through his very being, making sure that nothing was hidden. Oh yes...

Turning on the car, the doberman pulled out of his parking spot and took to the roads, driving away from Golden Bell Academy and heading into the direction of his apartment. He was a very responsible person, so his brown eyes never left the roads.

Or, well... they usually didn't.

Stanley's hand was twitching around the steering wheel, his brown eyes constantly taking quick glances over at Taylor. And whenever he did, yup, he saw them; those blue eyes. But now, he was starting to see_more._

Finger on the zipper of his jacket, Taylor slowly began pulling it down, revealing more of his body beneath. He had no breasts (clearly) but damn did he have the figure of a flat-chested girl. How slender he was, and with a t-shirt that was a bit tight. How it plunged down towards his midriff, which was open to flaunt his trim waist, flat stomach, and cute navel.

His body was magnificent; cute, sensual, and could turn heads with great ease. And Taylor knew this. Laying back against the passenger side seat, the feline let a groan leave his lips, his blue eyes closing as he posed for Stanley's eyes. Even the way his hand ran down his body only seemed to further flaunt himself, and he did it with such skill, such finesse, such poise. Seeing it all caused a panting noise to start leaving his teacher's lips, a sliver of drool even hanging from that opened maw. In turn, Taylor grinned.

"You like what you see, Mr. Threads...?" the pink feline whispered, his tone so sensual, so lewd, so sexy, "I bet you want to fuck me so hard. Haaaah... don't you?"

Those words... trickling and tickling Stanley's ears, making him inadvertently begin to go over the speed limit, even if it was only by a little bit. And let me tell you; he never speeds, no matter what. But Taylor's taunting words spurned him to move forward; he needed to get home. The sooner he got home...

Errrrrrk!

"Oh!?"

"Pffffft! Hah hah hah!"

Okay, that was a close one. The light was red, and he almost zoomed right past it in his lustful mind. Blushing from the shear embarrassment of it all, Stanley looked ahead while his ears bent down in an ashamed manner. But Taylor's laughter caused him to look over towards the feline. He enjoyed this greatly, didn't he?

"Hah hah hah! That was a close one!" Taylor said sarcastically, before those sharp blue eyes leered at his teacher once again, "Mmmm... tell me, Mr. Threads..." he then tossed his hand through his hair, "Numerator... or denominator...?"

Stanley's fingers began to fidget yet again... but this time, they _both_already knew the answer.

"D-denominator... MMFFFF!?"

Grabbing the doberman by the neck, Taylor quickly moved in, pressing their lips into one another. Stanley's eyes grew wide, while the expert and skilled tongue of his younger lover quickly made way into his mouth. The feline knew how to kiss; the way his tongue moved this way then the other, dancing like a lewd, taunting snake. Unintentionally, Stanley moaned into Taylor's mouth, causing the cat to do likewise.

Tongues dancing along one another, the doberman's eyes slowly began to close. All of the world around them ceased to exist, taking him to a land of nothing but pleasure. He kept his hands on the steering wheel yes, but his focus was squarely on Taylor, and on the amazing kiss they shared. It ran deeper and deeper, now spit being traded. Spit infused with Taylor's taste, triggering yet another moan from the doberman.

Boy or girl, male or female, it didn't matter. Stanley knew he wanted Taylor, and that was that.

"Mmmm... mmmmmm... mmmfuaaahh...! Haaaaah..."

And those blue eyes...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Fufufufu... the light's green, Mr. Threads," Taylor said, his tone still taunting him, "Let's go..."

"Right..."

...

"Ah... so this is where you live."

"You say that as if it's a surprise..."

Honestly, what was the feline expecting? A penthouse? Oh the doberman's salary!? Hah! Get real!

Compared to the estate Taylor lived in, Stanley's apartment was small and cramped. Directly entering, there was the living room, with his kitchen being on the left-hand side. There was a bathroom to the right, and a hallway past the living room, one heading into the master bedroom and ancillary bedroom.

Stanley's home didn't seem to be all that... um... expressive, Taylor would have to say. It had a lot of browns and blacks... some grays too... and, yeah, that's it. So, yeah, it's the house you'd imagine a teacher living in when you're, like, nine or something. Very boring, very simple, and very, very unfun. Honestly, Taylor himself was the brightest thing in here.

"So... are you ready, Mr. Threads?" said the catboy as he pulled his jacket from off his body, causing his teacher to fidget slightly in place.

"Wh... what exactly do you have in mind, anyway?" he asked, to which Taylor giggled.

"Fufufufu! Isn't that the fun of it all?" he asked, "For me to know, and for you to find out? I am the 'numerator', aren't I? Meaning I'm _above_you, right?"

"You... you're not... aaah..." Stanley shook his head, "What are we going to do then...?"

"You went to college, right? Don't they say people often experiment in college?" Taylor asked with that taunting grin on his lips, "But knowing you, the only 'experimenting' you've done, is in actual laboratories, huh? Hah hah hah!"

Taylor's laughing was belittling, but what could Stanley do? He had gone this far, and dammit, a strong part of him did want this. And even worse, a part of him even got a little turned on because of it. Taylor's taunting, belittling words sent a tingle into his pants, one that made his cock stir, getting harder, longer, thicker.

And Taylor saw it.

"So... you've never been fucked before, have you?" Taylor asked as he walked slowly up towards Stanley, who grew tense.

"What? N-no... o-of course not..." he replied, to which the cat giggled.

"Fufufufu... figures..."

Leaning in against his teacher, Taylor's chest met Stanley's chest, while his hands reached down to grab the doberman's hips. His fingers were skilled, groping and squeezing on Stanley's body in a way that coaxed moans from his lips. Especially when the skilled hands of his feminine lover curled around to his ass, giving him a taunting squeeze.

Stanley bit his bottom lip and tried not to say anything, while Taylor merely purred. His teacher had a lovely body, and the catboy made no attempts to hide his affection for it. It was surprisingly built for a supposed mathematician; how much of that was down to genes, and how much of that was down to hard work? Mmm... did it even matter? Taylor cared not for the 'hows' and the 'whys', he only cared for what he could do with it.

He really was the son of an tycoon.

"Don't worry, Mr. Threads," Taylor whispered, his sultry voice causing Stanley's ears to twitch, "I'll treat you nice... promise," he then leaned in more, his pelvis rubbing up against his teacher's thigh, "Mmmm... do you feel that?"

Huh... how could he not?

Straining against the tight shorts Taylor wore, was his thick, long, big, cock. It felt so heavy as it rubbed against Stanley's thigh, taking him back to the bathroom just earlier that day. When flaccid it was large, but when erect, it easily dwarfed his own cock. Just... how did Taylor hide all of that? It was like every bit of masculinity the feline had went straight into his dick and balls.

And the surprising strength he had within.

SMACK!

"ARF!?"

It was just one swift smack to his ass, yet it had the power to move mountains. Or, in this case, had the power to send Stanley leaping into the air. Rubbing his buttocks to soothe the slight pain, he heard Taylor laugh and belittle him, whilst sauntering his way over towards his couch. Stanley opened his mouth to speak, but the feline hooked his thumbs into his pants.

Slowly Taylor removed his tight shorts and underwear, all to further taunt and tease his teacher. And boy, did Stanley watch with unflinching eyes as those shorts moved down, further and further and further. He had seen it before but... damn, it was just as shocking now as it was the first time.

Standing in the air at two feet long was Taylor's cock. So pink, so hard, throbbing with vitality with veins running along its sides as well. Hanging from below were Taylor's two melon-sized balls, and running along his cock were... barbs? Well, he is a feline, so that is to be expected, right?

But... did it have to glow as well? Sweat oozed along Taylor's cock, giving it a shine that was unmatched in Stanley's apartment. And with that sweat came a scent, an odor that drew the doberman in closer and closer. Once again his mind started to go blank, thinking of nothing but pleasure... and Taylor's cock.

"Come here... come here..." cooed the feline with that devilishly seductive voice of his, "It's gotta get nice and wet for where it's going."

"And... and where is that...?" Stanley asked, though a part of him could already tell what Taylor was hinting at.

"Purrrrrr... don't worry... you'll find out soon. Real soon..."

Damn him. Damn him and his coy, casual playfulness. Damn him. Damn him for making Stanley want this so badly!

"H-how's it... how's it going to get wet?" the doberman asked, drawing from Taylor an even louder laugh and giggle.

"Easy... your mouth..."

"Gulp..._mmm... y... you want me to... to_suck it?" Stanley asked, his entire body fidgeting.

"Of course I do," Taylor replied as he leaned on his fist, those blue eyes of his drawing his teacher in closer, "Put your lips around my long, thick cock, and suck it. Suck it like a greedy little whore."

Shit that sounded good. No, wait, it sounded bad!_But... _no... it sounded good.

Taylor looked like a girl, he sounded like a girl, and honestly, he acted like one too. But right now, he had the largest set of balls of anyone Stanley had ever met. Uh... well... not just physically in this case, but metaphorically as well. Casually commanding him like this with that playful tone in his voice... huuhh... it sent shivers down Stanley's spine. He didn't know what to do... well... other than_obey_.

His brown eyes looked down towards that cock, and he moved in closer and closer and closer. Eventually he got on his knees before the feline, who's expression did not break. No, Taylor retained that visage of pure control, of pure dominance, with those blue eyes being so sharp and deadly. Looking back up, all Stanley could do was fold his ears down in defeat and subservience, while this one word replayed in his mind on an endless loop.

Denominator...

The first thing Stanley realized after getting on his knees before Taylor's cock? Boy, it had this overpowering musky odor to it. The kind of scent you'd expect of someone who just got done running in a gym. Maybe this odor formed thanks to his cock being stuck in those tight shorts all day. Huh...

The second thing he realized? Boy, did that odor smell good.

It was spicy and hot, and carried with it this unique taste on his tongue. Moving in closer, Stanley gave a quick whiff of that dick, where he realized that it wasn't just sweat he was smelling, but something else. Mixed in with the glow of sweat on his cock was also the shine of precum. It slicked down Taylor's dick, further mixing with the sweat to create a truly dirty and sensual concoction.

"What's wrong?" asked the feline as he wagged his cock in front of the doberman, "Are you scared?"

"I've... I've never..." Stanley replied with a furious blush on his face.

"Ooooh... fufufufu... you've never sucked dick before. I'm not surprised..." he curled his finger, "Don't worry; I'll teach you how to do it. Just open your mouth first..."

Swallowing his spit yet again, Stanley slowly opened his mouth, his lips quivering. The closer he drew to Taylor's cock, the more his skin crawled and the straighter his fur stood on his body. Yet again that screaming voice begged him to stop, to just throw Taylor out of his house. But when his brown eyes looked up to those blue ones, he found himself growing weak yet again.

Yes, he just couldn't say 'no' to him.

"Aaaaaaaahh..."

"There you go..." Taylor whispered as he saw that mouth open up wide, "Now extend our tongue. Go ahead... lick it..."

Stanley would have probably swallowed his spit for the umpteenth time, had his mouth not currently been wide open. Instead he placed his hands on Taylor's thighs, pushing them open a bit more and also coaxing a gleeful girlish squeal from the feline's lips. Mouth opened, the doberman breathed hot, hard air all over his student's throbbing cock, his digits twitching with barely restrained tension. He should stop himself... but he didn't.

And he licked it.

Slick!

"Oh!"

What... what was that taste? It was strong, overpowering_even. Like licking pure _ether; the type of varnish that could remove rust from steel! Was that the taste of Taylor's sweat or his precum? Or both, as they oozed along his throbbing dick? Dammit... it was... good.

Sliiiirrrk!

"Mmmmmm... oh yes, Mr. Threads... haaaah..."

Brazenly, Stanley licked Taylor's cock yet again, dragging his tongue along the side of his dick in an exploratory manner. It rubbed along those barbs, but that didn't hurt in the slightest. Quite the opposite really; the rough touch of his barbs on his equally rough tongue, felt oddly pleasant. Every drag of his pink muscle also brought with it more of that intense, powerful taste, but that could only get him so far.

He needed more.

But how would he get that 'more'? Still as stiff and as alien to this as one would suspect of him, Stanley didn't start moving until Taylor's hand fell upon the back of his head. It energized him, with the doberman focusing entirely upon the pink feline's cock. It was like he got tunnel vision, for all he could see was that pink, throbbing, barb-covered dick.

And it was getting closer with his wide open mouth.

"Mmmffff!"

There it was again; that incredibly intoxicating burst of flavor. It filled Stanley's every orifice, and made his eyes grow wide as well. Sliding in deeper and deeper into his mouth, was just a few inches of Taylor's two foot long cock. And yet those few inches were almost enough to completely white-out Stanley's entire mind.

The taste was intense, the odor equally as overbearing. And the _feeling_of it all? Oh, that was something else entirely. His cock was appropriately weighty, pushing down Stanley's jaw, and further widening out that mouth of his. He gagged and groaned around his dick, eyes screwed shut as he let out a shudder and wince. He could barely push down even a few inches of Taylor's cock!

But the feline didn't stop pushing.

With a domineering grin on his sassy lips, Taylor pushed down harder and harder, further forcing his teacher's mouth open. Another inch, and another, and another; each one sinking into the nubile mouth and jaw of the doberman. Stanley's gags and wheezes did very little to deter the feminine feline, who merely pushed in harder and harder and harder.

"Gggnnnhh!"

And more! And more! And more!"

"GRRRGGGHKHHH!"

"Mmmmmfff! Fuck yes! Mmmm! Hooooh! Your mouth! It's perfect! Nyaaaaaaaah!"

Stanley didn't know what to make of Taylor's words or of the situation, considering the fact that he was the one with a mouthful of cock at the moment. All he could do was grunt around that dick, while Taylor himself grew more and more energized. The grip he had on the doberman's head tightened, and he pulled back with his waist, his cock and its barbs slicking and sliding along Stanley's tongue. It was a brief reprise though, one that just barely gave his teacher enough time to breath... before the feline suddenly thrusted right back in!

PAT!

"GRRGKH!?"

PAT!

"URGHK!?"

PAT!

"GAGGGKKRRHH!?"

PATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

Back and forth, Taylor shot forward with his hips, fucking Stanley's mouth for all it was worth. His long cock was more than capable of pushing in deeper and deeper into his teacher as well, something the doberman just wasn't used too. He tried to push back, and his gag reflex made this ever so difficult, but Taylor's strength was unparalleled. He kept his teacher's head forcibly on his dick, leaving it to be brutalized by his constantly thrusting dick.

Haaaah... this was amazing. Blue eyes gazing skyward, the catboy overpowered every inch of Stanley's mouth, as if it were nothing to him. His dick continued to push in deeper and deeper with its every thrust, eventually rubbing the back of Stanley's throat. The doberman's eyes widened from this, tears streaming down his face as it was all too much... but Taylor just kept pushing!

And with his push came a unique throbbing. It coursed through his dick; from the base to the tip, sprinkling out more of that ether-like precum of his that overpowered Stanley's taste buds. He gagged some more, but with the lack of air, a certain sense of weightlessness began to overtake him as well. Pursing his lips, his brown eyes looked up towards Taylor as best he could, while the feline stared back down with that domineering grin of his.

"Here..." he whispered.

Here wha--

SPURRRRT!!!

"GURRRRRRKGGHHHHH!!!"

If Taylor's precum was intense, this his actual cum was something else entirely. A deluge of hot, white, pulsating seed suddenly flowed through the feline's dick, coating and covering every inch of Stanley's mouth. He gagged around that dick, but he couldn't pull back, not with Taylor holding his head still. That seed poured through his maw, some of it even being forced down his throat. Its taste, its smell, its feeling; it all drugged the mind of the doberman, as if he himself was swimming in a pool of Taylor's seed.

It was all so very intense... and yet, it was also so very quick.

"Nyaaaaaaah..."

"GAGGGKKKGHHHH!"

Finally released from Taylor's grasp, the doberman fell back, cum splattering out of his mouth endlessly. It streamed along his lips and fell off his chin, staining his formal shirt as he was left laying on the floor. All the while, Taylor's taunting giggles continued to fill the air, while he rubbed his cock sensually before Stanley's eyes.

His still hard, still_throbbing_ cock.

On the edge of consciousness, Stanley looked over to the hung femboy, wondering why his cock hadn't started to grow flaccid yet. That's... that's what usually happens, right? The refraction period, as its called? So... why the hell wasn't Taylor's dick getting softer yet?

But, whoa, whoa, focus on one thing at a time now. Mainly, this fucking cum on his tongue. How intoxicating it was, how deep, how strong. It was just as weighty as Taylor's cock was, even though it was a liquid. Or, well, whatever substance cum is.

Stanley groaned from it all, before finally closing his eyes. And with a very audible--

GULP!

He swallowed every bit of seed he could down.

"Haaaah... haaaaah... shit... hhaaaaaa..."

"Didn't you enjoy it, Mr. Threads...?" Taylor asked in a belittling manner, his hand still rubbing his cock, "Mmmmm... such a cock-hungry slut you are... mmmmmm... who'd a thunk a _whore_existed deep within?"

His word were - once again - demoralizing and belittling, but what could Stanley say? He allowed the feline to do as he pleased with his mouth, so it wasn't like he was in much of a position to argue.

"Haaaah... ooooooohhhh... mmmm... y... you're still..."

"Hard?" Taylor replied with that teasing smirk on his lips, "Pfffffft! Does that surprise you?"

"How is that even possible?"

"Mmmmm... I'm just so damn virile. And with a libido as strong as mine... ah... I can keep going for so long before I grow tired."

"Aahh... that... that sounds..."

"What? Impossible?" he gave his dick another wag, "Mmmm... it's very, very possible. See? Pffffft... I wouldn't be like this if I wasn't..." he then hooked his finger in the air, before pointing towards the coffee table nearby, "Now then... why don't you turn around lay on your table for me, hm? Point your ass out right here... let me... mmmm... let Daddy, do the rest."

"D-daddy...?"

Stanley's eyes swiveled from such a statement, only to realize what Taylor was saying. He was referring to himself as 'Daddy', further playing on the rules of the game. Numerator and denominator, tops and bottoms...Daddy.

Stanley's fingers twitched, but by now, he had given up on any notions of defiance. No, Taylor had won and he had lost. But... was that necessarily a bad thing? He could ponder that later on when he had time to himself, but now... now...

He just wanted more.

So he slowly made his way over towards his coffee table, an ashamed expression on his face. Hey, he knew what was coming; there was no point in trying to act ignorant about the situation.

And Taylor himself? He reveled in the feeling of it. Watching that ass being pointed out towards him, his tail standing up on end. The femboy feline nodded, pleased with what he was seeing,before he started to move in closer. His hands grabbing a hold of Stanley's waist, he steadily undid that belt, its every sound coaxing a whimper from the doberman's lips. But he said nothing and did nothing, allowing Taylor to do as he pleased.

Down and down those slacks slid, eventually revealing the doberman's box-shaped ass. Mmmm... nice, lovely man-ass; Taylor's favorite! All pushed out towards him, taunting and teasing him. Mmmmmmmmmmm... lovely...

Stanley's dick was hard and throbbing as well, hanging tall between his legs. Taylor wasn't lying earlier when he said his teacher had a nice cock, it just wasn't as nice as his own!

But right now, Taylor's eyes were locked not on his teacher's dick, but his puckering, tight ass. That virgin anus... it had never been penetrated before, right? Hmmm... just how virgin was his teacher in fact? Had he even been with a woman before? Eh, did it even really matter? They were here together, and that's all that mattered.

"Will... will it hurt?" Stanley asked in a whimpering manner.

Pat!

"Haaah..."

Suddenly, Taylor laid his cock betwixt Stanley's ass-cheeks, rubbing it up and down. Those barbs slid along his body, each one triggering a groan and moan from the doberman's lips. He almost immediately grew silent soon after, while Taylor's playful giggles filled the air.

"Oh yes... it'll hurt," the feline said, not even bothering to hide this fact, "It _always_hurts the first time! But don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Of that, Stanley had no doubt in his mind. It was clear to him that Taylor had prior experience to doing such a thing, and that made him wonder how. Just what did the femboy get up to in life that could lead to this? Lead to his spit and cum-covered cock, taking aim with his own tight, puckering anus.

Quite the strange turn of events...

Taylor though? Oh... there was nothing strange about it. And honestly? He was done mucking around. Pulling back with his hips, he aimed the head of his spear-shaped cock right up with the entrance to Stanley's puckering anus. The doberman grunted from the subtle impact, his heart starting to race, faster and faster. The barbs, the slickness, the wetness, the sweat, the everything. And finally, it began to_push_.

"HRRRRRRNNNGHHHHH...!"

It was hard. It was really, really hard. Every push of that cock into his ass was long, painful, and so damn_hot!_ And, no, not hot because of how sensual it was; hot in how literally hot Taylor's dick was. It was akin to having a burning rod pushed into his flesh, though not as searing.

Then again, the pain of having his ass actually spread apart would have most likely drowned out the pain of being burned anyway. It hurt so fucking much, with the doberman clenching hard upon his coffee table. Nails scratched into its surface, dragging along it smoothly and leaving lines. Anything to let loose the tension of his ass being claimed by his younger, more experienced lover.

"Hooooouuuuhhh! Nnnghhhh!"

"Yes, yes, that's right; keep screaming," Taylor replied as he pushed his cock in deeper, "I love the sounds you make! Mmmmmm... so slutty!" his ear twitched, "Relax yourself, Stanley. If you calm down, it won't hurt as bad."

Yeah right! How could he relax when this was going on? If anything, being told to relax only did the opposite; Stanley clenched down even harder! Maybe that was Taylor's ploy all along, now that he thought about it.

Every inch of his cock brought in another inch of barbs, which stroked and rubbed along his anus in such a strange, though unique manner. Widening him out with its every inch - it's every _foot -_and stroking his insides thanks to its feline structure. Every bump and ridge of his cock slid along the the many bumps and ridges of Stanley's ass, and with those coarse yet smooth movements, a bolt of pleasure surged through the doberman's body.

"Haaaa..."

And Taylor's voice, the moans he gave... they continued to ooze into his ears, pacifying him. Stanley did indeed start to relax, though his grip on his coffee table didn't wane in the slightest. He just accepted every inch of thick, feline cock he could possibly take, before Taylor suddenly came to a halt.

And he wasn't even halfway done yet.

"Impressive..." Taylor commented, before bringing his blue eyes up to the back of Stanley's head, "How long... how long is a foot, Mr. Threads?"

"Nnnghhaaa... fuuuuckk... nnnghh... a-a foot? It's... haaaaaah! Haaaaaah! It's twelve inches long! Nnnghhhh!" the doberman answered, though it took a lot of effort to do.

"Ah... good... good... I thought so," Taylor replied, "So right now... you have twelve inches of cock in your ass... good boy, Stanley, good boy."

Damn that fucking hot belittling tone!

"Okay... brace yourself... I'm going to start moving again..."

Stanley nodded, sweat pouring along his frame for what was to come. If merely being penetrated was enough to make him squeeze upon his table, then there's no telling what would come next. Taylor had all the cards, and that drew a wide smile upon his lips.

"Hrrrnnnghhhh!"

The cat pulled back, sliding that cock of his out of Stanley's ass in such a slow stride. The doberman grunted, though when that cock almost left him, he whimpered. Things wouldn't remain that way for long however, before Taylor began pushing in with his cock yet again. This time, it didn't hurt as much as the first, but the tension was still incredibly within Stanley's body. He shuddered around that cock, while his ass took in the first foot of Taylor's dick.

"Haaaah..."

And then he pulled back once more.

Was that all he could take? Stanley wondered that. Just one foot? Huh... why did he feel ashamed of that? As if he should be able to take in more. He opened his mouth to speak, but--

"YIP!"

"Ah-haaaa!"

Suddenly Taylor's cock pushed in, and with far less resistance this time than the first. He had done a good job working open his teacher's anus, getting it wider and wider for his two-foot long cock. Every push inside also grew faster, to the point that they were lest subtle pushes, and more full on thrusting.

And yet, the feline never pushed all two feet of his cock inside of his teacher; only twelve or so inches. It frustrated Stanley, because he just wanted more. He needed more. He--

"More... please...!?"

Taylor paused, while the doberman's eyes grew wide and confused. Did he... did he just really say that? Out loud no less? Embarrassment fueled him and he looked away... conveniently because of this, he missed Taylor's smirking face.

"More?" the feline whispered, "Fufufufu... are you sure, Stanley? If I push in more, it just might break you."

"Wh-what?"

"Yeeessss... it might break you... imagine that," Taylor quipped as he leaned to one side, "Or... it just might make you cum so hard, you'll never be able to find pleasure anywhere else. Think about that..."

Well now, those are two wide extremes. On one hand, getting 'broken', whatever that means. On the other hand, getting pleasure so great, he'd never find pleasure anywhere else. It was actually a bit of a toss up for Stanley, because he didn't know which was which.

It never occurred to him that these two things could be the same.

"Y-yes! I want it...!" Stanley shouted, his head looking left and right, "I... I want it!" and then in a meek manner, "I... I want_it..." _PAT! "ARF!?"

A sharp wince left Stanley after his sudden cry, for Taylor started to push in with his hips even harder. Both of his hands then grabbed upon the doberman's hips, gripping him tightly and further rutting him in path. His claws even shot out as he increased his pressure and hold, making sure Stanley knew his place.

Tops, bottoms. Above, below. Numerator, denominator. Master, pet.

"You're_beneath_ me..."

THRUST!!!

"HAAAAOOOOUHHHH!!!"

Face twitching with savage intent, Taylor pushed more of his dick deeeeeep_into Stanley's ass. It claimed its every inch, those barbs running along his anal walls, all whilst widening it out more and more. That virgin tightness and how it stroked his length coaxed out moans all its own from the pink feline, but he yearned for more. He yearned for _everything!

And Stanley had done it; he had given him everything. Sure, he'd probably try to defend himself against such things later, but really, there was nothing more to say. He already asked, no,begged for more, and dammit, Taylor was giving it to him. Another inch, another, and another, and another, and another.

Damn, it hurt! Tears were streaming from Stanley's eyes! But the feline wasn't done yet.

Another inch, and another inch, and another inch, and another inch!

Fuck, it burned so damn much! Far, far more than it did before!

But more inches kept coming. Another inch. And another inch. And one more inch. And...

Pat...

"Fuaah..."

"HRRRNNNGHHHH!!!"

Jackpot! Bingo! And whatever other word for 'victory' one could come up with. All two feet of Taylor's cock had - somehow - made its way into the doberman's ass. To think that he'd be able to take all of it inside. If he could think that much at all, anyway.

Stanley clamped and clenched around that dick, while tears streamed endlessly from his face. The tension was almost enough to kill a person, let alone a virgin like him. To think that something so big and so thick could be forced into his ass, it was, it was...

Fuck it was elating!

"Meow... I'm impressed..." Taylor said, "Nyaaaaaah... your ass is so tight, Mr. Threads... mmmm..."

"FUCK! HAAAH! BIG! NNNGHH!!! BIIIIIGGGG!!!"

"Yeah, they always say that..." the femboy feline replied nonchalantly, "Now then..." and a smirk appeared on his face, "Get ready for this!"

PAT!!!

"HOOOOUUHHH!!!"

"Nyeh heh heh! And... THIS!"

PAT!!!

"FUCKH! HOOOHHH!"

"Heh heh... one more should do the trick..." grinding his hips a bit, Taylor pulled back, took aim, and, "HAH!!!"

PAT!!!

"GURKH!?"

Stanley's eyes grew wide, for something deep in his ass was suddenly attacked. Whatever it was, it sent a numbness through the doberman's body... a numbness followed by overwhelming pleasure.

To describe such a thing would be almost impossible. But the response it got out of Stanley? That could be seen and felt.

"HOOOOOUUUHHHHHH!!!"

Throwing his head back off of his coffee table, the doberman began to cum.Hard. His seed shot and splattered all over his coffee table and rug, coating the room in his thick, randy male scent. And with his orgasm also left his strength, his entire body growing loose to the point that he fell forward in a defeated, crumpled heap. Collapsing on his table with his mouth open wide, Stanley filled the air with his heavy panting, trying - and failing - to catch his breath after such a powerful fucking. It may not have been the most intense, but with a dick like that, Taylor didn't need to be.

His panting filled the air, while Taylor ever so slowly pulled back with his heavy and hard dick. It slicked out of Stanley's ass, leaving it gaping wide and twitching, as if still yearning for the feline's cock. Instead, he laid his dick along the crack of the doberman's ass, while his ears continued to listen to the sound of his endless panting and breathing.

"Haaaaah... haaaaaah... haaaaah..."

"Pfffffftttt... mmmm... numerator or denominator, Mr. Threads?"

This time there was no hesitation.

"Denominator... haaaaa... ooooooh... mmmm... d-denominator..."

"Pffffffftttt... and who am I?"

Once again, there was no hesitation.

"Mmmmhph... haaa... D... Daddy..."

Ears lowered in submission, Stanley slowly looked over his shoulder towards Taylor above. And when he did, he saw those bright, sharp, blue feline eyes glaring back at him. His lips too were curled in a devilish smirk, and he oozed a certain level of power and authority. And with that cock that was currently slapping up against his ass, well, there was no denying him.

"My dick's still hard..." Taylor remarked, "Are you ready for round two?"

"Yes..."

...

"And thus... using the new formula for this week, you will see that 'a' gives us 18, and that 'x' gives us... 7!"

Hand pulling away from the whiteboard, Stanley gave an affirmative nod, more than pleased with what he had just crafted. Before him laid a variety of different mathematical equations, each and every one used to further answer the overall question he posed at the start of the class.

Math was simple, and that's why he liked it. There were never any multiple answers to a question, things were never too confusing. In life, there are multiple answers, and things may not be so black and white when you get down to the nitty-gritty of it all. But not so in math. In math, you're either right or your wrong.

So what did that say about their relationship? Was it right or was it wrong?

"Um... Mr. Threads," a certain, feminine voice echoed from the back of the class, "So 'x' in this equation. It solves for the... um... what is it called again? The numerator or the denominator?"

Damn him. Damn him to hell. Damn him and his coy, playful banter. Just damn him. Dammit, dammit, dammit! Haaaah...

Turning over his shoulder, Stanley's once jovial expression turned a bit pale, though no one in the class seemed to notice. No one but him, of course. And his brown eyes gazed straight down toward that pink feline, who stared back from where he sat.

Taylor's blue eyes were wicked and sharp, carrying with it that feeling of power and dominance. No one seemed to notice, because really, one could argue that this was Taylor's default look. He just always seem to exude this 'better than you' status in all that he did. But with this being an academy where only the best of the best were allowed to go to, well, this face of superiority wasn't all that uncommon.

Seriously, just about everyone here had such a face. But of them all, only Taylor had Stanley wrapped around his little finger.

"_Gulp..._uh... well... now," said the doberman as he stammered briefly, "In this equation, at the very least. 'X' solves for the denominator..."

Almost immediately, Stanley's cock got so fucking hard. Fortunately for him...

RING! RING! RING! RING! RING!

Ah... saved by the bell.

"Alright, class! Remember! You have a quiz at the end of this week!" Stanley said as his students began to leave, "I expect you all to remember this information by that time!"

One by one his students left, leaving Stanley all alone with his thoughts. Or, well, usually that's how things would go. But as of late, a certain someone had been sticking around a bit later after class. A bit abnormal too, seeing as how this individual was usually the first person to leave. But of course, right now, that sultry, wily, feminine catboy slowly sauntered his way up towards his teacher, where he laid his hand on his shoulder.

"Good class to day, Mr. Threads," Taylor said in a snarky and sarcastic manner, "You almost got me to pay attention today. Almost."

"Hah... is that a compliment or what?" Stanley replied in an annoyed fashion, which only caused Taylor to giggle more.

"Fufufufu! What, that is a compliment! After all, it's hard for me to take my mind off of that amazing, slutty ass of yours," Taylor cooed, "Mmmm... I just wanna bend you over this desk and fuck your ass...again..."

"Sh-shut up! Th-that was just one time!" the doberman shouted, to which Taylor giggled even more.

"Fufufufufu! You're so fun to tease, Mr. Threads... mmm..."

Reaching up, he placed a hand upon the collar of Stanley's shirt, pulling it aside to reveal a dog collar. It was leather, red, and stood proudly against the black fur of his teacher. In the middle of it was a silver nameplate, on that said 'STANLEY' in all bold letters. Almost immediately however, Stanley pulled up his collar, blushing furiously as he attempted to cover it.

"Fufufufufufufufufuu! I just love how you try to hide this!" Taylor remarked, while Stanley blushed so hard, he looked close to exploding.

"Don't you have a history class to go to!?" he shouted in an attempt to change to conversation.

"Yes, yes, I know..." replied the feline as he walked towards the door, his hips swaying, "But... before I go..." he looked over his shoulder towards Stanley, trapping him in those bright, sharp, blue eyes, "Numerator or denominator...?"

Stanley twitched, his pupils getting small. That question... that damn question. In a way, it was like a switch for the doberman, and whenever he heard it, he felt all the heat in his body rush straight towards his groin. He hid his raging erection well the first time, but now that it was just him and Taylor, he shamelessly allowed it to be seen against his slacks.

And really... was there anything he could say? Sure, he could play defiant, play abrasive, but that's all it would be; _playing._In reality, they both knew who was in control. So with a kooky smile spreading softly upon his lips, Stanley swallowed his spit and said,

"Denominator."