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As anyone who dared to pursue a college education could tell you, whether they finished a degree or not, there were certain parts of the experience that stuck with you long after you were done attending classes.

Bridgette could have sworn that she finished up her degree a few years back, but there she was, sitting in the old lecture hall and staring straight ahead with a blank stare, as distracted from her work as she'd ever been.

She was going to ask her professor what was going on...until she noticed that everyone around her was silent; their heads were down, pencils were scribbling across pages, and she couldn't get her professor to make eye contact, as distracted as he was with his smart phone.

Did I doze off in the middle of a test again? She wondered, seeing a full packet on the desk in front of her and a pencil in her fingertips. Man...had the strangest dream about being done with this place, but I was just taking the world's longest nap. That's weird.

Yawning wide and stretching her arms overhead, Bridgette prepared to tackle the test with all of the same care and intensity that she'd given to the rest of her college tenure...until she saw what class she'd stirred awake to.

Shit. Why the hell is theoretical physics a part of my class load, again?

The young mouse knew that she wanted to do something with an emphasis on computers, but that vacuity meant that she was having to dip her toes in a number of different pools to find the water that was just the right temperature.

She found herself in a few classes that seemed to have nothing to do with being a webmistress and working on servers, but she understood the importance of the electrical engineering classes that she'd been forced into; she still didn't know why she had to take a higher level of physics than what she'd dabbled with in high school.

And I biffed the last test, too...didn't I...double shit. I actually need to ace this thing...

Sitting as far back in the lecture hall as she was, Bridgette could have been whispering to herself if she wanted to, and she knew a quiet, breathless 'fuck' was going to escape her lips before the afternoon was over, but she was anticipating that would be a sound of frustration, rather than one of satisfaction.

Her appreciation for the class wasn't going to improve in the matter of an hour, but her ability to relax and handle the test was dramatically improving when someone else stirred awake inside her panties.

"Hey...hey, Bridgette? You okay?"

"Yeah," she kept her voice a whisper, not wanting to stir any sort of trouble to herself. "I'm fine. Just really wish I would have studied harder for this test, Irving."

As far as she could remember, the German Shephred always dwarfed her smaller, slimmer frame, but in that moment, he easily fit against the petals of her womanhood, as if her tight, tender labia were the middle of a perfectly soft and pleasantly warm bed.

"Do you really not know the material? If you don't, I could always help you do a little research at the last minute..."

"No, that's cheating..."

She wasn't diametrically opposed to the idea, but Bridgette had come that far in her college career without having to cheat her way through a single exam, and she didn't want to start then, even if there was a bite-sized canine that easily could have used her smartphone to look up all of the answers that she needed.

Honoring her request, but still determined to help, the naked Irving tapped his chin in thought and curled on his side against her folds. "It's really honorable that you wouldn't cheat, but...perhaps you could use a little something to enhance your performance?"

"A little late for steroids," she joked. "And I already drank two cups of coffee this morning, for all the good that did me..."

"Coffee will only take you so far into the day before you need a little something more than caffeine to keep you going," Irving reminded her, speaking to her as if he'd known her for years at that point. "Is there anything I can do to help you stay awake?"

Considering where he was, only one thing came to mind, and given her enjoyment of a little exhibitionism, it almost felt as if she was being setup to make an obvious decision.

Even if that was the case, her inhibitions were oddly _absent_at the moment, and that left her careless about dipping the eraser of her pencil into her skirt...right down into the tight grip of her panties, until the rubbery nub was sitting against the back of Irving's skull.

"If you're really that desperate to help me out, I do feel like I could drift off again at any moment," she confessed. "It'd be really helpful if you could do something to keep me awake..."

Irving had the pleasure of watching Bridgette come out of her shell, little by little, but even for her, this was a truly bold request...but it was one that he couldn't possibly turn down, especially in the unique position he found himself in.

It wasn't easy to lift himself from the warmth of her nestling petals; he was so comfy there that he could have fallen right back asleep, but the subtle gathering of moisture upon his back was enough to soak him through the fur and down to his flesh.

That difference in size meant that even a hint of arousal for her was enough to coat the bulk of his body, but he wasn't going to stop and pat himself on the back when his sheer presence was cause enough for her to share a little excitement.

"Something's a little vague, but I'd have to be pretty dense not to get your point..."

"Good. Then get to it before I make you come up here and take this test!"

"And that wouldn't be cheating...how?"

"Because you didn't study this when you were in college, either."

There was a lucidity to the moment, as if Bridgette was aware that something wasn't right, and for his part, Irving seemed to have the same understanding, but neither one of them was as concerned with trying to figure out what was so off about the situation.

Bridgette turned her focus to the packet as she opened it and tried to tackle the first problem, and within her shifting panties, Irving adjusted his posture and stood face to face with the full, proud nub of her clit.

"Can't believe I'm passing up the chance to make a joke about being able to find it, but..."

Putting his sarcasm behind the weight of his smirk, Irving leaned in close, making himself familiar with the bodice of the mouse in a way that he never fathomed possible before. He already knew the ins and outs of her womanhood: he'd taken special care to learn the best ways to touch her, when to penetrate her, and when to take it a little easier and show her body the care that it sometimes demanded.

With his smaller body, he was going to have to make some very specific adjustments, but he'd have greater precision than he'd ever imagined possible.

A single press of his open palm against her clit made that entirely clear: it was more akin to groping one of her breasts, giving him a level of control that he'd never been lucky enough to have.

"You're really determined to k-keep me awake through this test, aren't you?" Bridgette asked, worrying less and less about someone being able to hear her; strange as she might have been acting, no one around her was responding to what she had to say, with such an important grade on the line. "Going right f-for my clit like that...you're gonna owe me a new pair of panties after this test is over, y'know."

With his body and his fluff in the way, Irving thought he might be able to spare Bridgette the embarrassing fate of leaving a wet spot behind on the seat, but some part of him had that in mind as a goal: he wanted to be the reason that she was making such a mess of the place, even when he knew the test was more important.

If nothing else, he knew that it was always easier to focus after a massive release of sexual energy and frustration, and a single brush of his naked arm along the part of her folds brought a quiver to her inner thighs...revealing a greater need than she'd confessed at the start.

"You ace this test, and I'll be more than happy to buy you all the panties you want," Irving assured her. "Just as long as you keep stuffing me in them like this, that is."

"You've gotta be more careful about falling asleep in there," she joked. "Last thing I'd want is for you to get stuck inside when I'm not thinking about it..."

Irving gave his eyes a quick roll, and her clit another delicate grope. He brushed the length of his tail along her tender entrance, trying to figure out which part of his tiny form was best for the tasks that were usually handled by his tongue and his fingertips.

"I know I'm a little smaller than usual, but I'm damn sure that you'd notice if I got stuck in there, young lady..."

"You wanna put that theory to the test?"

"If it'll make you focus on your test, I'd be more than happy to prove it to you."

They were both learning on the fly: Bridgette was doing all she could to learn through inductive reasoning, reading ahead in the test and hoping that she might dilute some information back to the easier questions at the start of the packet...while Irving was trying whatever he could to get the better of the tense mouse, hoping that her mind would be cleared when he discovered the right combination of moves to bring her to a climax.

He'd done it so many times before that it was oddly refreshing for him to have to change up his technique at all, but he knew the importance of mixing up his touches and not focusing too much on the clit, until Bridgette's body was more adequately warmed up.

"Seems like you're just t-trying to distract me right now," she admitted, though she bit her lower lip and curled it into her tongue as she tried to fight back the louder moans that she could feel building at the back of her throat. "But that's just a theory..."

"Trying to make a joke in the middle of the act? That's a new one, even for you..."

"All of this is new to me," her confessions were rolling freely as she quivered once more, feeling a single brush of his tongue along the very underside of her clit. "But that's...n-not a complaint, mind you...it's...q-quite the opposite...ooofuck..."

She'd never known such a precise touch from something so slick and tender, and the reduced size of the tongue was like giving a painter a brush with a narrower tip: rather than slathering back and forth over the nub, Irving could actually trace the outline of her flesh at the very peak of her petals, learning the sweetest spots of her anatomy in a way that he never dreamt possible.

How he'd woken up without an erection was beyond his understanding, but there was no denying how quickly and eagerly his cock was spilling out of his sheath as he stayed in close, letting the warmth of her folds wrap around the end of his sheath in a truly different form of penetration.

She wouldn't know the overbearing weight of his cock, but simply the warmth and subtle buzzing of its throbbing presence; there was something to be said about how much she appreciated the smaller, softer touches of her shrunken lover, but more than anything said was the reaction she gave, as her inner muscles clenched up and pushed back against his invading paw.

"Sorry if that was a little too much too fast," Irving whispered, thinking that his voice might still carry enough to get her in trouble, and there would be no good explanation for her having a miniature canine stuffed in her panties, if she were caught in the act. "I'm small enough that I didn't figure you'd really notice, but...you are the tightest little thing I've ever had the pleasure of being inside..."

"No, it...it was perfect," she claimed, biting her lip that much harder and squirming in her seat. "Your paw is just the right size to fit in there without adding too much pressure...it's...like...like a feather is tickling me just inside the entrance...I've never felt a-anything like this!"

Her ears flattened to her head in a pair of compressed, rounded circles as she realized how loud she was being. Cheeks burned with a flustered glow, but as she whirled her head around, no one bothered looking up from their test, and even trying to see their faces, all of them were oddly and_specifically_ obscured.

Strange as that should have been to her, she turned her focus right back to what an incredible feeling she'd been graced with, wondering if she might be able to get away with a pair of orgasms before she was done fudging the answers of her test.

"You're not the only one having trouble finding the words, baby."

Bridgette tilted her head, looking right past her test and to the roaming bump of a micro that was Irving, seeing his head push against the inside of her tight, hip-hugging skirt.

"This is...s-so weird, but so cool ," Irving finally confessed, unsure he could think of a better word to describe the unusual delight of easing his entire paw into her entrance...but as small as he was, the act carried no more pressure than the tip of his finger roaming about inside of her, much to her delight. "I feel like there's a lot of ways I could use this little body to my advantage...and yours, for that matter."

"Trust me, y-you...you're already doing a wonderful_job," Bridgette assured him. She spoke with renewed confidence as she clenched her thighs a little tighter, believing that Irving would warn her if she was applying too much pressure. "Dunno how it's possible, but...k-keep squeezing my clit, baby..._oooohgod...I've never felt anything like that!"

So many of Bridgette's high school flames and early college lovers were unaware of how versatile the clitoris really was, as part of a sexual organ: they saw it as the be-all end-all, and as a result, their approach was to hammer on it before it was ready for proper stimulation, and only ever to use one speed and intensity with their tongues.

Irving was never so foolish or inexperienced, but with his tiny form, he could massage his fingers into the tender flesh of the sensitive nub, applying different pressure with different digits and squeezing at random, never letting her know what to expect from one instant to the next.

It was that caring and passionate approach that made him such a wonderful lover, but combined with his level of skill and deadly precision, it was a miracle that Bridgette made it as far as she did without crying out and biting her own wrist to dull the noise.

"O-oh, fuck!" her cries should have gotten the attention of the entire class, but the professor never looked up from his smartphone, and those students sitting nearest to her looked her direction with blank faces and dull, lifeless eyes, as if her brain refused to process their appearances.

Then again, in the face of such overwhelming bliss, she didn't much care about who was sneaking a peak at her...and she even thought she might be enjoying the attention, as a greater flow of liquid arousal spilled over the tiny canine, soaking his entire body.

"You're not even trying to finish your test anymore, are you?" Irving asked, pausing his entire approach and letting his messy fur rest against her labia. Even that, of course, was a pleasure that the mouse had to get used to, and what started as the canine simply breathing against her body was quickly turning into a new, favored position. "I don't mind having a little fun with you, but what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I made you fail a class?"

Squirming in her seat with such intensity that her desk shook, Bridgette should have been putting together the pieces of the puzzle: she couldn't remember the name of her professor, all of the other students had such weird and ghostly looks, and even though she was at the back of the class, no one seemed to care that she was so obviously climaxing and crying out in praise of her boyfriend's antics.

Forgetting about the puzzle and ignoring the oddities of it all, Bridgette crossed her ankles and bounced gently against her seat, ignoring the quiet squeak that came each time her rump landed flush with the cushion once more.

"You're b-being one hell of a boyfriend right now, baby...o-oh...oh my goodness...can you...c-can you suckle it like that? Are you tall enough?"

She was getting ready to toss the packet from her desk, thinking that she was better off just getting her spree of orgasms out of the way before she tried to focus on the test again, but time was of the essence, in either case.

If she was going to go that route, Irving would do everything he could to help get her back on the right track, but he'd been able to suckle her clit before, just barely, with his larger muzzle finding the tiny nub after a series of kisses.

Tiny as he was, it felt closer to cupping one of her breasts to his own maw, but that didn't stop him from rolling his eyes at her desperation and holding the nub between his paws.

" Just tall enough," he replied, leaning into the part of her petals and letting his cock bathe in the plentiful moisture that spilled from within her. "You know...if you ever need help studying like this, you can always just tell me next time..."

Leaning over her desk and pressing her breasts into the pages of the packet, Bridgette was past the point of shame, hoping that her top might be thin enough for her to sneak some extra pleasure from rolling her chest against the wobbly bit of the table.

"Believe me, Irving...I will...d-definitely tell you when I want a private tutoring session from you..."

She was nearly drooling over the edge of her desk when her cheek finally rubbed against it. Her pencil clattered to the floor, her paw reached down under her skirt, and with all the risk in the world ignored, she pushed Irving's smaller form with a pair of fingertips, easing his smaller body against her labia and nearly pushing the whole of his tiny body into her passage.

He was just barely too large for it to be a practical fit...at least, in that posture.

"You sure this is the kinda thing you wanna keep doing in public? There's no way someone hasn't seen you already."

"If I was worried about that, I'd probably take my hand out of my panties," she mentioned. "But since you're already this far along...s-since I'm gonna fail this class anyway...I'm gonna fail it on my terms."

The last hint that something was amiss came when Irving, who always supported her efforts and did his best to keep her on the straight and narrow path to success, allowed himself to be pushed that final bit of the way.

He made no protest, preferring to growl with delight around his mouthful when her clit pushed past his lips and filled his maw. There was no nipple there for him to focus on, but the weight of that sensitive, tender flesh was tickled over and over again by the flattened flesh of his tongue, and at the peak of it all, a powerful, eager suckle brought the squirming mouse to the edge of another release.

"Oooh...o-oh yeah...suck it harder , baby...m-make me cum!"

She wasn't even trying to hide her voice anymore, believing that everyone else in the class was so focused on their work that they couldn't possibly turn their attention to her to care.

The louder she became, the more her theory was given evidence of truth, and the harder Irving's mouth sealed around the delicate bud that it was offered, until his paws had to push back against the hood of her clit just to keep him from falling further into her body.

His stance wasn't quite enough to prevent the same, as he found...when the excess trickling of her juices pushed one of his legs out from under him.

She never would have guessed how easily he'd penetrate her with a literal leg, but at his current size, it was no different to her than having one of his fingers dip inside of her; it was oddly similar, even, and she began to wonder how his leg was curling up in different positions, thinking that he would have broken his own ankle to achieve them.

"Baby, that's...h-how is that possible?"

The claws on the ends of his toes should have been scraping her inner walls, but there was no pain from the strokes, either: only the knowledge that she was feeling a subtle, controlled brush of a claw, and a level of skill and flexibility that no one's leg could possibly possess.

When her second orgasm reached her body and the flood became so strong that she worried she might be peeing herself, every single set of eyes in the classroom turned and watched, admiring the impressive flow of juices that spilled from her seat...but she couldn't stop herself, that far along.

A river eased down the front of her chair, she dug her fingertips into the desk, and Bridgette felt a tap on the side of her arm as her body shuddered...

...Against the middle of her bed.

"Wh...w-what? What the fuck...?"

With her head against a massive pile of pillows and her sheets tossed about, Bridgette realized that she was in the middle of perhaps the most intense wet dream she'd ever been lucky enough to sleep through, but the cause of the same was still settled between her thighs, complete with a nervous grin and a completely soaked muzzle.

"It's a good thing you and I have an understanding about this kind of thing," Bridgette mentioned, her voice still breathless; there was nothing imagined about the orgasm she had, and waking up on the tail end of it left her short of breath and dizzy in the most pleasant of ways. "Some girls would have a serious problem with an insatiable mutt giving them such a... direct wakeup call."

"And have I mentioned lately how glad I am that you're not 'some girls,' Bridgette?"

Reaching down and ruffling between his ears, the mouse took a moment just to thank him for giving her such a pleasant alarm...but in letting her sleep through so much of the experience, he'd made a slight error in judgment.

"I'm sure you have, but that doesn't get you off the hook for making me cum and letting me sleep through the best part of it," she mentioned, a sleepy grin curling the corners of her muzzle. "I did have one hell of a dream, though...thanks to you."

Irving's ears perked forward. "Gonna tell me all about it?"

"Of course," she claimed. "But those kinds of details aren't free..."

"...I should probably be eating you out right now, shouldn't I?"

"You learn fast, baby," she gave his ear a final, affectionate stroke and leaned back, letting her head and neck find a perfect zone of comfort in the pillows. "One orgasm per story...seems like a fair exchange rate to me."

Irving was already pushing his tongue against her labia when Bridgette's thighs clenched around the sides of his head: silently, he hoped that she had a few stories to share with him...